#he wasn’t even the cutest one of the shoot sorry
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please, call me peter
DATE: JANUARY 6, 2023
summary: you haven’t been able to come with anyone besides yourself, making you think something’s wrong with you. once you go to the gynecologist, dr. parker shows you that you’re just fine.
request: yes yes
words: 3.4k
warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [fingering], dub-con, small praise kink, dirty talking), and a cute ending.
note: shooting out requests like webs. sorry that was lame. if this makes you uncomfortable, do not read.
gynecologist!peter x female!reader
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Your eyes scan the white room while you sit impatiently. Your heart lightly thuds in your chest and your fingers drum rapidly along your clothed thigh. The nurse had asked if you wanted to change into a hospital gown, which you politely denied. She gave you an indifferent expression before walking out, leaving you here.
You were at the gynecologist for one concerning reason; every time you had sex, you couldn’t come. Your previous relationship ended because you were unable to reach that euphoric high, which you believed was a ridiculous reason to leave someone. You weren’t as sad as you thought you’d be because you were too concerned with your own well-being to dwell on some bloke.
Before heading to the doctor, you had a quick hook-up, assuming that you and your ex just weren’t sexually compatible. But then you were proved wrong when you didn’t come. Again. You weren’t really the hook-up type, in fear of catching some unwanted disease or infection. Finally, you took matters into your own hands, literally, and masturbated with your fingers until you orgasmed all over your bed sheets.
See? It wasn’t impossible.
Then why couldn’t you come with other people? It had to be your fault. It had to be.
So, again, you were left here in the small hospital room sitting between empty stirrups with your ankles tightly crossed. The widening of the wooden door alerted you, your eyes shooting towards the man entering the room.
A guy? Your gynecologist was a guy?
You knew you were a decently healthy person because you were always on track with your appointments, even small check-ups. Because of your good wellness, you had never needed to go to the gyno. Until now, which seemed a bit nerve-racking all of a sudden.
The second the doctor turned around, you knew exactly why.
Warm, brown eyes peer at you with tenderness. Chestnut curls rest upon his head a little messily, but in the cutest way. He wore a professional lab coat over his casual clothing. His ribbed shirt and blue jeans seemed to match him perfectly. His cheeks appear a tinge pink when he smiles, welcoming and greeting you.
Oh shit.
“I’m Dr. Parker, and you are?” Dr. Parker asks as he plops onto his spinny chair. His eyes stare deeply into yours, causing your heart to race more than you’d like to admit. His voice was as attractive as his face, and you tried to convince yourself that he had to have at least one bad quality that you just haven’t seen yet, so you didn’t soak your panties.
“Y/N,” You blink to wash away the feeling of your nerves as your palms get clammy. “but you probably knew that already.”
“That is true, but I like for my patients to introduce themselves to me directly,” He states simply and you nod in response. Your sweaty hands interlocked over your thighs to ease yourself.
“So, what brings you in here today, Y/N?” Dr. Parker questions with a lick of his lips. He can’t help himself when his eyes drift nonchalantly, but quickly down your body. You were beautiful, which made it hard to concentrate on anything else, especially when you started talking. Your voice was silky, and he wanted to ask you more questions just so he could hear it more.
“I…” You were a bit embarrassed to share your reasoning. Was it common? Will he laugh at you? No, of course not, he’s a doctor! You battled with yourself in your head before spitting it out. “I can’t come during sex.”
Your jaw clenched as your hand practically hit your forehead in embarrassment. You couldn’t look at him because he was probably holding back a laugh. But you also couldn’t look at him because he was so handsome you might melt.
True be told, Peter already knew why you were here. He read the small report the nurse got before he entered. It was part of protocol and he wanted to hear you describe it yourself.
“That’s okay, darling. Nothing to be ashamed of,” He reassures gently as you remove your hand from your face. He smiles sincerely and you smile bashfully back. The nickname erupts butterflies in your stomach, and you can’t disregard the small wetness you feel trickle in your underwear.
When he asks, you go on to explain your situation in detail, even including the part about your ex-boyfriend dumping you. When Peter hears this, his jaw subtly clenches as irritation spreads through him.
Who breaks up with someone for that? He wanted to ask, but knew that was probably inappropriate. He does need to question you professionally though to ensure there’s nothing wrong. However, he thinks he already knows the answer.
“I’m going to ask you some questions that get pretty personal,” Parker faces his notes with you in the corner of his eye. You nod as your nervousness never fades and your heart beat remains quite fast.
Most of his questions were simple and straightforward, so you weren’t too ashamed to answer.
“Do you have any pain?”
“No.”
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
“How long?”
“Two years,” You eyes strayed away from him, thumbs twiddling in your lap like an anxious child. He wonders how you got birth control without going to the gynecologist in the past, seeming as though you’ve had no history.
However, some questions made the heat rise to your cheeks. Your arousal worsened the more Dr. Parker spoke, his voice warm and soothing like honey.
“To clarify, you have orgasmed before, correct?” Peter was able to focus when his eyes were glued to his papers, but one glance at your adorable shyness and his cock was semi-hard in his boxers.
“Yes, I-I did it myself,” You hissed at yourself for stuttering. He made you so starstruck it was hard to form words. You didn’t meet many people like that in your life— now that you think of it, none at all. He surveys you for a moment you think was a little too long, and you tighten your ankles together at his burning gaze.
“Um,” He grunts, covering it up with a cough as his cheeks turn pink a tad more. Your lip subtly curls into a smile at his cuteness. Peter was nervous for the first time in a while, fingers shaking as he scribbled notes about you. He felt as silly as a child who had a crush on a classmate. “you seem very well.”
“So nothing’s wrong?” Your eyebrows crinkle in confusion, a lost expression cascading over your face when you feel like you’ve hit a dead end. You gaze at the floor, trying to understand.
“Not directly,” He says to reassure you. Your eyes meet his with a head tilt. Now, you were really confused.
“What do I do then?”
“Don’t have sex with idiots,” He grumbles, honestly hoping you didn’t hear it. But of course you did. Your heart rate quickens wildly in your chest at his blunt statement. “but to make sure, I’m going to check you, okay?”
Your eyes widen for a moment, not thinking you would have to be checked. Your thoughts immediately shoot to your soaked panties and how he’ll see your very visual arousal. Hopefully, he assumes it’s from nerves.
“Would you like to change into something more comfortable and accessible?” He asks, looking at your shirt with jean shorts. He checks most of his patients, so usually they would have been in a gown already. But at this hospital, the patient didn’t have to change, even though it was highly recommended. However, when they rarely denied the new wardrobe, the doctor had to undress the patient themselves. So far in Peter’s career, he’s only had to do that with incidents that were an emergency.
“No, thank you,” You answered with no explanation. Secretly, you hated the material of the gown and you swore it gave you rashes. Maybe you were allergic?
Dr. Parker nods once and turns to his little side table beside you. He slips on his blue gloves and tells you exactly what he’s going to do, so you’re not unprepared.
“And since you’re not in a gown, the protocol is that I must undress you myself,” Peter feels the burning red flame up his cheeks at his statement. Your eyes widen again at the image of the sensual action, but nod in understanding.
Who made that rule? You wanted to ask, but it seemed disrespectful. You honestly couldn’t tell if you loved or hated the person that invented that idea. Picturing Dr. Parker strip you only made a pool in your panties.
Peter’s gloved fingers unbutton and zip down your jean shorts with your permission. It was slow and steady, unlike your heart that was bouncing off the walls of your ribs. You know he could see your heavy breathing as your stomach rose up and down too quickly under the thin material of your shirt.
Your shorts were removed and then he was on to your underwear.
Peter’s cock pulsed in his jeans at the wet patch on your panties, his red blush never fading. He wanted to press the pad of his thumb against your throbbing clit. He would rub you over the flimsy fabric and then make you moan for him as he fucked you roughly with his fingers. He could assume that you were tight and tense because of your struggle to orgasm with another person, but the thought only made his cock twitch needily as he imagined you squeezing around him.
“Are you okay so far? And can I remove these?” He asks for consent and patiently waits. You nod, but he’s not having that. “Words, Y/N. I need you to say it.”
His demand caused you to clench around nothing as you stutter out a trembling yes, so he can proceed. Peter delicately removes your panties, sliding them down your supple legs and placing them with your shorts. You didn’t open your legs, but you knew he’d already seen the wetness leaking out of you.
“Okay, um,” His professionalism was fading from him. He wanted to devour you because you probably tasted amazing. The smell of your arousal filled his nostrils, making it hard to focus on anything. “Put your legs on these stirrups. I’ll help you.”
He guides your legs into the holders, strongly resisting the urge to gawk at your vulnerable area. Once you were settled, he looked down and nearly came right there. Arousal drowned your folds as your puffy clit poked out behind it all. He noticed the fluttering of your folds as the cold air hit your wetness. He wouldn’t need to use any lube on you for sure. Peter was losing his cool and was about to lose everything if he did not pull himself together.
“I’m about to start. Are you okay?” He could sense your nervousness from a mile away. He wanted to make sure you were okay, even if you’ve had sex multiple times before.
“Yes, doctor,” You reassure and his jaw subtly locks at his label leaving from your mouth. He avoids picturing his falling from your pretty lips, so he could focus on the task at hand. You didn’t notice, too caught up in your own thoughts of his fingers entering you. You wanted him to pound them into you mercilessly because you know he’d know all the right spots and special places to hit. You can imagine he’s soft and caring, and always gives immense pleasure to the woman.
You almost gasp aloud when you come to a realization; he probably has a girlfriend. Or a wife. A wife and kids. You don’t remember seeing a ring, but that doesn’t mean anything. Oh, God, you were daydreaming sexual thoughts about your gynecologist who would probably freak out if he could hear them.
“If it makes you more comfortable, my name is Peter. Sometimes that small detail helps the patients relax more,” He noticed your sudden panicked state and high tension in your legs, wanting to calm you down, so it doesn’t hurt. It was perfectly fine to be nervous, but it wasn’t fine for him to be this nervous. He’s a professional doctor, yet he’s thinking about ruining it all just to please you at this moment.
You feel the latex gloves graze your folds, making your heart jump up into your throat. Peter’s middle finger practically teases your entrance, and you hold back pathetic whimpers. Once he slips his middle finger inside, you release a shuddery moan. His finger stills, deep inside of you while he gives you a second to adjust.
“Relax for me,” You try not to clench around him, but you’re a lost cause when he begins to wiggle it around the tight space. Peter is struggling. His cock is about to burst at the seams while his middle finger sinks far inside you. Your clenching walls and hushed noises nearly make him moan. He sees you resisting the urge to moan and it’s killing him because he wants to hear you.
“You can moan,” Peter says, voice low and sultry. “It’s welcomed.” He curls his finger and slowly pushes in and out. You don’t hold back your moan this time as lust begins to fill your vision. It feels too good, even though you know it’s wrong. You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter at his skilled finger and his concentrated expression.
Peter is positive you’re enjoying this. He can’t resist you anymore when he has you spread open for him. Plus, he found nothing peculiar inside, you seemed healthy. He could stop now if he’d like, but the contraction of your pussy walls around his finger and the sweet whimpers you’re eliciting spur him to continue.
“How does this feel, Y/N?” Peter’s voice was gravelly and lustful; you were sure to catch on by now. His question was borderline professional, yet inappropriate. At this point, Peter couldn’t care less because your face said it all.
“Good, really good,” You admitted with fluttering eyes as your hands gripped the sides of your shirt. Your name out of his mouth made you melt into his touch as you instinctively grinded your hips into his hand.
“What about this?” His ring finger slides in effortlessly, and they both curl inside you. You gasp, eliciting another shaky moan. His digits were thick and just the right length to satisfy you without even needing his cock, even though you wanted it. “God, you’re so tight. Imagine what you’d feel like around my cock.” He grumbles.
You gasp at his sudden profound language, but the dirtiness only made you more aroused. Your brain imagined how his cock would look buried so deep inside of you that you’d feel him in your stomach. You imagine this pre-cum leaking from his tip as he pulls out of you just to slam back in. Your core tensed at the thought.
“I didn’t hear you, Y/N,” He grunts gravelly, slowing his movements. He slips his fingers out, removing the glove swiftly. You whine at the emptiness, answering him. He was so sweet, yet dirty, and you loved it.
“So good! It feels so good, please don’t stop,” You plead and he smirks in satisfaction as he continues. His thumb rolls over your puffy clit, making your hips press into his hand as he slips back in. Your thighs contracted as they begged to close, but the locked stirrups blocked you from doing so.
“Who’s making you feel this good?” His tone was smooth and clear, almost contradicting his sinful actions. His pace becomes brutal, ramming in and out of you with no mercy. The rough texture of his bare hand sends a shiver up your spine as your orgasm nears.
“You! You, Peter,” Your chest heaves as choked moans leave your lips. His digits rub your throbbing nerves as his fingers glide against your walls addictingly good. Your fingernails dig into the soft flesh of your trembling thighs. His lips raise in another smirk as his cheeks flush that familiar pink. “I’m close, Peter,” You whimper, causing him to hiss at the harsh pulsing of his shaft when his name falls delicately from your lips just how he imagined.
“I know, honey. Can feel you clenching around me,” He groans when you release another noise of pleasure. His eyes wander down to your aching cunt as his fingers become drenched in your juices. You’re squeezing him torturously, on the edge of your break.
“Are you gonna come? Gonna come for me?”
Without another moment, your orgasm ripples through your body with a blissful wail. Clenched muscles and screwed eyes don’t even express the full ecstasy you feel. White liquid saturates Peter’s bare fingers before he licks them clean. It wasn’t the most sanitary, but he didn’t give one fuck.
Your face screams fucked out; perspired skin, droopy eyes, and a weary smile. In his ideal situation, he would have devoured you until you couldn’t take it anymore. But that was for another time. If there ever was another time, which he hoped there would be.
Just maybe not in a hospital.
“Well, Y/N, it seems like you are very healthy,” Peter grins, taking the tissues to clean you thoroughly. You can feel the heat radiating from your cheeks at his joking comment.
“Thanks, doctor,” Your voice came out a bit squeaky while your heart continued to stammer in your chest.
“After that, I think you should call me Peter,” He chuckles, sliding away in his stool to discard the tissues. Heat burns your skin from his adorable laugh.
“Peter it is then,” He helps you down the stirrups and you begin to get dressed with a goofy smile curling on your face. Peter doesn’t fail to notice this as his thoughts begin to wander. He knows he just met you, but he wants to see where this goes. He is confident that you’re interested in him (at least enough for him to finger you), so maybe asking you out isn’t the crazy idea he’s ever had.
“Y/N?” Suddenly, he didn’t feel so confident.
“Yeah?” Your response was breathless.
“Would you, um,” Peter hesitated to find the words. He really was like a little kid talking to his crush for the first time. “like to go out sometime? Maybe?”
You admire his bashfulness. He anxiously rolls up his coat sleeves while his face displaces a rosy blush. His brown eyes twinkled with hope as he waited for a reply.
“I would like that, doctor,” You smile genuinely and sweetly, your joyful energy calming his pent-up nerves. “I mean Peter.” You giggle when he blushes.
“Okay, okay, this is great. Here’s my number,” Peter scribbles messily on a small sheet of note paper, handing it to you. It was adorable how nervous he was for being a well-respected doctor who waltzed in with a sweet kind of confidence. You were giddy as well, but you were way better at hiding it clearly. You snatch the sheet with your fingers, tucking it away in your palm.
“Do you do this with all your patients, Dr. Parker?” You tease with a quirked eyebrow and a pointed finger at his chest. Peter huffs out a chuckle while clicking his tongue.
“Only the most beautiful ones,” He gently lifts your finger, kissing it gently before striding out of the room. Peter doesn’t forget to leave an arrogant wink as the heavy, wooden door closes abruptly.
Maybe being a doctor does make him arrogant. Sometimes.
You stand frozen, starstruck. Your breathing was back to heaving again because he left you breathless. And speechless. You jokingly wondered for a minute if you would die from a heart attack, due to the rapid thumping of a stupid organ against your ribs. Curious, you open your palm and unfold the slip of paper he wrote hastingly. Glancing past the number, you notice the small words underneath.
Please, call me Peter.
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Study Buddies
isaac lahey x reader
summary: isaac asks you for help in chemistry. you agree on one condition.
tags: high school, studying / tutoring, mutual crushes, awkward flirting, caught in a lie, shyness, embarrassment, play fighting / tickling, bad puns, confessions, first kiss, teasing, fluff, pre-wolf isaac; his dad still sucks; autistic-coded reader
word count: 4.5k
a/n: this is my first time writing for teen wolf. I feel like I'm encroaching on claimed territory. 😅 also i've had this tab up for almost a week but have been afraid to post it, so here goes
Mr. Harris slides your progress report down onto your desk before you have a chance to react, and it catches wind and falls to the ground a moment later. You sigh and roll your eyes, but he’s already halfway across the room, impatiently handing out the rest of his stack. Your own little slip of paper is nowhere by your feet, and you resist the urge to make a remark about it.
“Hey.” A voice interrupts your intruding thoughts at the same time a tap lands on your shoulder. Gentle, as if the tapper hates to disturb you, yet needs your attention.
You turn, and temporarily forget about your lost report as your eyes meet Isaac’s, the boy who sits behind you, and has the cutest smile imaginable. You drop your gaze instantly, only for it to fall on his dimpled smile, and then, finally, on the paper held between two fingers.
“I think this is yours,” he says, holding it out to you.
Your name is clearly printed on the front, followed by your most recent grades in the class. You blush, immediately remembering it had dropped in the first place.
“Oh. Thank you.”
“No problem. He seems like he’s in a mood today.”
You nod, then take your paper from his hand. By this time, Harris has made his way back to the front, and is clearing his throat in a demand for the class’ silence. Quiet mutterings amongst friends cease at once, and you turn back to face the ill-tempered chemistry teacher.
“Take a good look at your progress reports. The midterm is coming up, and some of you have more studying to do than others. Today, we will be learning new material, but next class period, we will have a review day. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask. You can ask at the appropriate time in class, or come see me after school, or shoot me an email. Regardless of your grade, everyone should be studying, however, some of you have to move up a whole letter or two. That is on you to be aware of, and for you to put in the effort to do. Now, pull out your notes so that we can cover this section. It isn’t the hardest thing we’ll cover, but I expect it will be a struggle for some.”
And after that condescending introduction, he begins to teach.
When the bell finally rings, your head is swarming with so much chemistry, your eyes are beginning to glaze over and put you to sleep. You’re relatively good at the subject, but that topic was more challenging than he warned it would be, making even you confused at times. You shake your head when you reach your lockers, trying to relieve yourself of the numbers swirling about in your mind. It takes a moment. A very stressful moment.
A tap on your shoulder, more urgent than the last, pulls you out of your mental headspace. The chemistry bounces out of your mind entirely, bringing you back to reality, but making you jump in place at the sudden contact.
“Sorry,” a familiar voice apologies, “didn’t mean to scare you.”
Turning, you come face-to-face with Isaac again. His normally bright blue eyes are slightly cloudy, which worries you more than you’d like to admit. “No worries. Everything okay?”
“Yeah. I have a question, actually, to ask you.”
“What’s that?”
“Okay, I wasn’t looking at your report, I didn’t mean to see your grades. I accidentally saw them when I picked up your paper, but I promise I wasn’t looking on purpose.” He stalls, continuously apologizing for something not at any fault of his own.
“It’s okay,” you interrupt as politely as you can.
He pauses, “um. I was wondering if you could help me? Like, in chemistry. Help me study, kinda like a tutor, I guess?”
You pale immediately. Just because you’re doing okay in the class doesn’t mean you have a clue how to help him understand. “Um-”
“Just… I just need a little help, if you can. I understand if you don’t want to, or can’t, or… I don’t know… are busy.” He runs his tongue along his lips nervously. You snap your eyes to the floor, avoiding eye contact.
“I don’t know… I’m not a good teacher.”
“But you’re really good in the class. Probably a better teacher than Harris has been lately.”
You chuckle, but you’re still not sure. Being that close to the boy you’ve liked for ages? On top of not being able to teach well? He’ll reduce you to a stupid, stuttering mess, just look at yourself now, unable to look him in the eye. No, don’t look at him, that was rhetorical.
“I just,” he continues, “when he was talking about people who needed to go up a whole letter, he was talking about me. I know you’re good, you sit in front of me. If you can even just explain it to me as you study, it would help a lot.”
Half of your mind races to find an excuse, looking for an out, while the other begs you to agree. Isaac shoves a hand in his pocket and waits for a response. You debate with yourself for a moment, but then the urging part of your mind wins the argument with a question of its own.
“What about this,” you start, “I’ll help you in chemistry, if you help me in French?”
“What?” He asks, taken off guard. “I’m not good at French.”
“You’re better than me. You have the answers to most of Ms. Morrell’s questions, and I can hear you when she asks us to recite words out loud.” His eyes narrow at that, to which you reply, “you sit behind me in French, too.”
“Right.” He smiles, but doesn’t meet your gaze. Instead, he rests his head against the locker beside yours.
“So?”
“How do you know I’m not just guessing?”
“What’s your grade?”
“A,” he sheepishly answers.
“See? You can tutor me.”
“What’s your grade?”
You purse your lips and avoid his eyes again. “Too embarrassed to say.”
“Really?”
“Languages aren’t my strong suit. We all have our strengths.”
“Alright, deal. Help me in chem, and I’ll help you with French.”
“Sounds good. Library, or at one of our houses?”
“I can probably go to the library sometimes. Maybe during lunch or free period. But after school, I have lacrosse, and you probably don’t want to wait around school for that to be over.”
“Okay, so then your house or mine?”
“Where do you live?”
“Like ten minutes from here. You?”
“A bit closer than that. Parents?”
“Don’t really care what I do.”
“My dad is a little controlling,” he admits.
“Would he care if I were to come over?”
“Not if you’re helping me study.”
“Okay. You want to meet a couple times a week at your house, and sometimes during lunch?”
“Sure. Practice ends around five. Is seven too late?”
“Not for me.”
“Cool. So, um, I’ll text you, and we can plan dates.” He shakes his head. “I mean, like, what days work best.”
You blush at his embarrassment. “Have to give you my number first, doofus.”
“Oh.”
You scribble it onto a sticky note and hand it to him. “Let me know.”
“I will. And thank you.”
“Thank you, too.” You hurry your way to your next class, leaving him red in the face and hands at having a girl’s number. Granted, it’s just for studying, but it’s the fact he was able to talk to you at all that has him shaken. Isaac forces himself to breathe, before entering it in his phone and tucking the sticky safely in his backpack. As the bell rings, he hurries to his next class.
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The next evening is the first time you meet up to study. You drive to the address he’s given and knock on the door as gently as possible. Isaac had mentioned his dad is controlling, so the first thing you want to do is to avoid pissing him off in any way you could. Controlling could mean a lot of things, and the boy wasn’t specific at all. For both of your sakes, you tread lightly.
Isaac opens the door a moment later, dressed in a simple t-shirt and sweats. You try really hard not to blush as he invites you inside, but then his dad’s strict voice snaps you back into reality. You can see Isaac take a visible deep breath before rounding the corner in the kitchen, you in tow. You put on your best look of professionalism while trying to anticipate how the next couple of minutes might go.
“And? Who was it?”
“Y/N, the girl I told you I was studying with… with whom I am going to study,” he corrects at the last minute.
His father’s posture tenses a bit less when his son corrects his own grammar without prompt, but it doesn’t stop his cold eyes from floating over to you. “And you’re studying what?”
“Chemistry, sir. I’m helping Isaac, and he’s helping me with French.”
“And you know French well enough to help her?”
“I believe I do,” he says, trying to sound confident.
“I think he does, too. In class, he always has the answers, and Mrs. Morrell’s often impressed, and she’s hard to impress more than once.”
“Hm.” His dad takes a sip from a glass, then carefully sets it down on the table. His eyes are locked on Isaac the whole time. The boy stares at the ground, any confidence shaken by the interaction. You study the scene, confused. “Well… Go study. Bring up those grades.”
“Yes, sir,” you reply at the same time.
Isaac nods for you to follow him to his room, which you oblige. His dad remains seated as you make your way up the stairs. You bite back a comment about the man, even in the safety of Isaac’s bedroom, and he doesn’t say anything, either. The same remark is in both your heads, yet while you want to ask it in a question, he wants to use it as a reassurance. Yes, he’s a bit more controlling than Isaac originally said. No, he won’t do anything stupid while you're there. He tries to convey this in an expression, which you half-understand, but eventually drop it. If anything happens, you’ll leave. Simple as that.
As it turns out, the first night of you studying together ends up nothing like the initial interaction you had in his house. Isaac is gentle, patient, and willing to learn and teach the best that he can. He’s admittedly worse in chemistry than you are in French, but you’re able to convince him that you only need to work on a few things; an hour of time doesn’t have to be devoted to your studies, maybe only twenty minutes. On the contrary, the other sixty are put towards chemistry. And, of course, the first five are for settling in, and the last five are for uncontrollable laughter at a mispronunciation.
Thirty minutes to nine, you realize how late it’s gotten and start to pack your things. Isaac looks exhausted, and frankly, as much as you’re enjoying his company, you’re getting tired from talking.
“Voulez-vous qu’on se rencontre vendredi?” He asks, rather quickly.
You stare for a moment, then, “what?”
“Vendredi.”
“Thursday?”
“Non.”
“Friday?”
“Oui, rencontrer?”
“Meet then?”
“Yeah, would you like to?”
“Sure.” You nod. “Say it again?”
“Voulez-vous qu’on se rencontre vendredi?” He says it slower this time. It has the same effect on you, but you can comprehend each word better.
“Cool,” you say, not at all thinking about his accent that paints the words so beautifully. “I’ll bring my H2O, since I forgot it this time.”
The boy snorts with more laughter. “Bad joke.”
“Absolutely horrible,” you agree. “See you in school tomorrow.”
“Drive safe.”
“Be safe,” you reply before you can stop yourself, referring to his dad downstairs.
Isaac only nods. He walks you to his front door, then hurries back up to his room.
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Each day you study together follows a similar routine to the first: five minutes to settle in, sixty of chemistry, twenty of French, then five of joking around with each other. Sometimes Isaac pushes for thirty of French instead, worried that you’re sacrificing your own studies for his, and never understands when you push back that you’re good with only twenty.
His chemistry improves immensely with your help. In three weeks, he manages to pull it up to a ‘C’. Not only is his father a bit more lenient to him after the next progress report, but he’s also more pleasant to you the next time you come around to study. He even cracks a smile.
Today, you go over just the same as you have been. Seven on the dot, you’re greeted by his dimpled smile and half-friendly father. The man has now graduated to welcoming you, and has once clapped you on the shoulder as you’ve passed. You’re polite to him, though you can tell Isaac’s uncomfortable with his unusual behavior, so you always try to retreat upstairs as soon as possible. This time, he’s busy with something in the kitchen and doesn’t talk for long. He makes one comment about grades; you promise him you’re both doing well, then he lets you go.
Finally away, it doesn’t take long for you to settle down anymore. You make yourself comfortable on Isaac’s bed, pulling out your notes and pens, and smiling when he joins you. You’ve come to be good friends in the last couple weeks, and although there’s something definitely in the air, too, you’re good with being friends if that’s all you can convince yourselves you are.
You start, per usual, with chemistry, reading over notes and figuring out problems. He moves closer and closer to you each day you teach, simultaneously making you nervous and excited. Either way, your water bottle remains beside you to calm your ever-growing heart rate. When it comes time to switch subjects, you excuse yourself a minute to recover and prepare for the next half hour. In the beginning, it was easier to hide your blush, promising you’re still getting the hang of the co-teaching thing. Now, your excuse dwindles. The shy smile you wear as he recites words of the love language has never faded. You have to compose yourself entirely, elsewhere, to be able to control your reaction and face him.
“Can I use your bathroom real quick?”
“Yeah, just over there.”
“Thanks.”
As soon as the door shuts, Isaac jumps off the bed to check his hair in the mirror. In the process, your French binder falls to the ground and loses its page. The boy sighs, mutters an ‘oh shit,’ then pulls it back up to find the page again. He opens the flap and immediately finds a stash of old progress reports. You seem to keep all of your old ones in the front flap of your binder; he’s noticed you have all your chemistry reports, too. Curious, Isaac steals a peek. Despite confessing about his ‘D’ in chemistry, you’ve always cheekily refused to share your French grade. He doubts it’s that bad, but he’s never gotten you to admit it.
He glances at the bathroom door, then checks the date on the report before scanning the grades. Guilt eats at him the longer he looks, but nosiness, then confusion keeps his eyes glued. Is he really reading that right? There’s no way you have a-
“Sorry about that,” you say, closing the door.
Startled, he drops your binder and looks up at you. “It’s no worry.”
“What’s wrong?” You notice his change in behavior, like a young boy being caught doing something he shouldn’t be doing.
“Nothing. Your binder fell off the bed, I was picking it up.”
“Oh. Thanks.” He smiles when you join him back on the bed. You’re not sure if you still have a right to be suspicious, or if he’s just embarrassed because he’s so shy. “So, um-”
Isaac, on the other hand, is brimming with questions. As anxious as he is that you caught him peeking, he can’t help but wonder about what he saw. You start to speak, maybe to change the subject, but he cuts you off, guilt and curiosity both winning. “You have an ‘A’ in French?”
“What?”
“You’ve had an ‘A’ since the start of the year. Why do you need me to tutor you if you already know it?”
You shut your open mouth immediately, face paling at the realization you’ve been caught. “I-... I don’t know. Your grades are better than mine.”
“By one point.”
“Two points. You have a 94. I have a 92.”
“Doesn’t explain the need for a tutor,” he argues.
You study him, choosing to base your reaction off his own. He’s smiling; seemingly happy, curious, and not at all upset. His tone implies no accusation, just confusion, and his body posture is straight, shoulders relaxed. A twinkle shines in his baby blue eyes; his level of eye contact is neither constant nor avoidant. He’s safe.
“I, um,” you decide to tell him the truth. Or, rather, stutter out the truth. “I don’t need a French tutor.”
“So I’ve gathered.” Decisive tone, yet still friendly. Still safe.
“I figured, since I would help you with chemistry, even though I’m not that good of a teacher, if you had to teach me something too, it would put less pressure on me to be a good teacher.”
His eyes narrow. “Okay… but why French?” He’s still a little confused on that reasoning, but doesn’t question it. He knows you’re shy. If that’s what you had to do to make it work that you could help him, he doesn’t mind.
“I, er, well, the French provided a win-win scenario.”
“Which is?”
You shrug, body warming quickly as you near your deeply guarded secret. “I- I don’t know how to explain it.”
“Mhm, really?”
“You’re best in French,” you offer instead, on a whim.
“True,” he agrees, “though I feel that’s not the real reason, judging by your lack of eye contact.”
“I’m always bad at eye contact.”
“You’ve been getting better with me these last few weeks.”
“Yes, but…”
“I’m not going to judge, Y/N. Whatever you say, it’s safe with me. You trust me, right?”
“Of course.”
“Then how is me teaching you French a, as you call it, win-win scenario?”
Finally, you fess, “because I get to hear you speak it every time you teach me.”
Isaac’s quiet for a moment. Then, you realize it seems to have gone over his head as he says, “you hear me speak all the time in class.”
“Yeah, but… with twenty other voices mixed in, too. I like hearing just your voice. The way you know just how to sound it out perfectly, and the way your accent flourishes each sentence. Most people in class sound like they’re gurgling saltwater, but you make it sound hot, like the way French is supposed to sound.” Your mouth utters words before your brain can catch up and prevent you from embarrassment. As soon as you realize what you’ve said, a dizziness swarms your head and it feels like the temperature’s gone up ten degrees.
Isaac is speechless in front of you. He’s first stuck on the fact that you like his voice, then on his pronunciation being described as perfect, but then he short-circuits as the word ‘hot’ falls from your lips. He doesn’t even realize when you plant your face into your binder, shocked by your own confession.
“I’m sorry,” you apologize. It’s muffled, but he hears it enough to pull him from his trance.
“You like my voice?” He asks, cursing himself for the stupidity of the question. It’s all he can think of to say, though, still trying to cool his own rising body temperature.
“I shouldn’t have said all that, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I wasn’t thinking.”
“I’m not uncomfortable,” he blurts out quickly. “I’m actually quite charmed by that.”
You resist the urge to look up at him, desperate to see if he’s smiling or not. Isaac seems to have a similar thought, and tries to hook a finger under your chin to lift your head. He succeeds, but then you instantly embarrass again, and dive for the pillows, burying your face amongst them.
“Oh no, get back here,” he jokes. You feel him before you look out to see him. His hands shake your shoulder, but when you don’t respond, he playfully starts to tickle your neck. You scrunch and try to scramble away, but he only continues. “C’mon.”
“I can’t!” The words have finally sunken into his head; the weight of them falls on your chest.
“Oh, yes you can!” He teases more, moving pillows away from you, just for you to grab another and bury back under it. When Isaac realizes there’s no use in trying to win the pillow war, he swings a leg over yours and begins to tickle your stomach. Your shirt has begun to ride up from your movement, and temporarily, he forgets you’re classmates, not longtime best friends. “C’mon, give it up!”
“I-I can’t!” You’re running out of breath, and pillows. He pulls another away from you, then puts his hands back on your sides. Your eyes are squeezed shut, but only do you open them because of the unfamiliar feeling of him touching you. A beat skips in your heart at the sudden, unexpected realization that he’s not only touching your skin, but he’s also straddling your waist. You swallow hard. He pinches your side lightly, shocking you back into reality, and making you grab another pillow to hide your face again. Before you can grasp it, Isaac grabs your hands and pins them above your head. You pant, heart racing a mile a minute. His too, as you can hear in the moment you both grow quiet.
“You think it’s hot when I speak French?”
“No, I think you’re hot when you speak French. There’s a difference.”
“Is there now?”
“The temperature of the room doesn’t get hot, it’s you that gets hot.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Not that you’re not always hot… I mean, sometimes, you’re more like a cute little puppy than a hot, French-speaking…” your words fade as your brain catches up, faster this time, yet still not fast enough.
“Am I now?”
What’s done is done, you figure. Can’t take it back now, can only admit it. “Yeah.”
“Huh. So all this time, you’ve been teaching me chemistry, and I’ve been talking pointlessly while you listen and learn nothing?”
“When you word it like that, it sounds bad.” A pout graces your lips as guilt floods you. “But I have learned some things. I was struggling with direct objects, and now I’m not.”
“Ah. So I’m not totally useless?”
“Never. You wouldn’t be useless even if I knew perfect French.” Before he can reply, you continue. “I’m sorry I wasted your time. I shouldn’t have. Can you forgive me?”
“Forgive you for what? You haven’t done anything wrong.”
“I wasted your time when we could’ve been doing more chemistry.”
“Darling, too much chemistry and my brain woulda exploded. The French lessons are a nice intermission. Besides, I wouldn’t consider any time with you as time wasted.”
“Really?”
He drops your hands and they fall back down to your waist. He seems, then, to realize he’s still on top of you, and begins to climb off. “Sorry, I-”
“Don’t.”
“What?”
“Can I confess something else?”
He pauses. “Sure, anything.”
“I would’ve been okay with just tutoring you chemistry, but I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to look you in the eye long enough to do it well.”
“You’ve been doing great with the eye contact thing. I know it’s not your strong suit, but you’ve made a lot of progress these last couple weeks.”
“Thank you,” you smile. “It’s not only that.” A heartbeat passes. “I like you.”
“You like me?” His eyes narrow before he assumes only, “you like my voice.”
“No, I like you. I mean, yes, I like your voice, but I like it because I like you.”
“Like me, as in…”
“Like I have a crush on you.”
He tilts his head like a confused dog. “On me?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Why do you seem so surprised?”
“I’ve never had anyone have a crush on me before,” he admits.
Now you’re confused. “What?! How?!”
“I don’t know!”
“That’s stupid. Never had anyone admit it, maybe.”
“I’d never know.”
“Well I’ve had a crush on you since the seventh grade.”
“You moved to Beacon Hills in the seventh grade.”
“Exactly.”
“And you’ve had a crush on me this whole time?”
“Very secretly.”
“Huh. Well I’ve liked you since the first day of school,” he confesses.
“I’ve liked you since orientation, so I win.”
He smiles, then shakes his head playfully. “So I sit behind you in classes for years and only finally get the courage to talk to you when I’m borderline failing chemistry, and you only get the courage to talk to me for more than one minute if you can convince me to talk half of the time that we’d be studying together.”
“Sounds about right.”
“And my portion of the talking is in French, because you think my accent is hot?”
“Your accent is always hot; your French is hot on its own.”
“Ah, I’m following now.” He chuckles, letting his fingertips grace your hips.
“So,” you ask, “as two people with several year long mutual crushes on each other, what do we do next?”
“Well you’re the one that’s been tutoring me chemistry, love, I’m hoping you have the answer.”
You laugh, rolling your eyes playfully. “Wrong kind of chemistry, dork.” You reach your hands up to the sides of his face anyway, and pull him down for a kiss. Isaac complies immediately, setting one hand down beside you, while the other caresses your chin. Your legs hook around his waist, keeping him close until he starts to pull away, needing air. You let go, then hide your face as his own turns a rosy pink.
“That was worth the wait,” he says, smiling, and touching a finger to his recently-kissed lips. “Êtes-vous d'accord?”
“Shut up,” you tease, pushing him slightly. “Chemistry time.”
“We just had chemistry time. It’s French time now.”
“No, we can skip a round,” you insist, unsure you can hear anymore French fall from his lips without folding and kissing them again.
“On the contrary, I think you need to sharpen your vocabulary.”
“I think I’ll need a water break first.”
“That we can do,” he agrees. “I’ll make sure to get yours with extra ice.”
“Shush!”
#i feel like i'm cheating on kai#but i promise kai isn't going anywhere!!#nor are the mikaelsons - those for which i'm trying to write more#i have simply ✨ added ✨ another man to my collection#y'all i spelt his name wrong so many times writing this#have i ever mentioned i had a crush on a boy named isaac in my junior year of hs?#he was a twin#anyway#isaac lahey x reader#isaac lahey x y/n#teen wolf fanfiction
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a damn good feeling (sub!park chanyeol x reader)
pairing: sub!park chanyeol x reader
word count: 3748
genre: smutty
warnings: description of sexual activies, fingering/anal play (male receiving), blowjob, handjob, nipple play, swearing, reader is a producer, chanyeol is really sensitive
a/n: can you imagine this huge, giant baby being a sub? cause i do! happy birthday, yeollie, i love you to death <3
once again, you sighed as the inspiration did not come your way.
it’s been days since you started working on this new song, but somehow you got stuck in this part of the melody and it just didn’t flow anymore, your mind didn’t function when you tried to decide what should come next - even the lyrics felt somewhat wrong now.
as you heard a soft chuckle coming from behind you, you turned your chair around to meet chanyeol on the couch, legs spread wide as he smiled at his phone. his eyes met yours when he heard your chair, and suddenly his eyebrows were shot up almost to his hairline.
“did i disturb you? i’m sorry, i’ll be-”
“no, no. it wasn’t you, babe.”
chanyeol watched for a few seconds as you threw your head back, staring at the studio ceiling and once again sighing.
“what’s wrong?”, he asked.
you pouted, and he had to hold back a laugh. weren’t you the cutest thing ever?
“i can’t get past this part of the song. don’t know what should come next.”
chanyeol blocked his phone, putting away and paying close attention to you now. as your boyfriend (and a musician himself), it was his duty to try and help you.
“you have the lyrics, right?”
“yeah.”
“and the melody? ad libs?"
“i thought the melody and lyrics were alright, but now i don’t know anymore. i feel like it’s missing something, maybe it is the ad libs i recorded, but i didn’t actually like them. i don’t know… i don’t know.”
you two stayed that way for a moment, you staring at the ceiling and chanyeol staring at you. when he finally spoke again, you scoffed.
“can i hear it so far?”
“of course not!”, you exclaimed, shooting your eyes at him and making him laugh.
“come on, baby! i just wanna help!”
“yeah? so find another way”, you said, trying not to laugh too.
chanyeol knew how much you hated showing unfinished stuff to people, how you always tried finishing your projects on your own if that’s how you started.
well, at least he made you almost laugh.
“okay, so why don’t you come to rest with me for a bit? maybe it will help you ease your thoughts.”
he spread his arms in your direction, his comfortable aura calling out for you. his dark hair was kinda messed up, his gray jumper making him seem soft and warm. there was no way you could resist that.
you got up from your chair, smiling when chanyeol let out a little “yes!”. you sat next to him on the couch, feeling his big body embracing you and pulling you down with him as he laid down on top of you. chanyeol rested his head on your chest, intertwining your legs and taking a deep breath. you, on the other hand, closed your eyes at the amazing sensation of your boyfriend’s weight on top of you, his long arms involving you and his fluffy hair against your chin.
“you can sleep for a bit if you want to”, chanyeol calmly said. “i’ll wake you up.”
“nah, i don’t feel like sleeping.”
you slipped your hands under chanyeol’s jumper, thumbs caressing his back and slowly going up to his ribs. he hummed against your skin, melting at your touch and closing his eyes too.
it was all too comfortable, too soft. the perfect cozy moment you were longing for.
until you grabbed his flesh a bit tighter.
chanyeol’s soft moan didn’t go unnoticed. you opened your eyes, still feeling how relaxed he was against your body. you did it again, like you were trying to massage his skin - and, once again, chanyeol moaned.
“baby…”, he said against your skin.
“yeah?”
chanyeol looked at you then, resting his chin on your chest.
“what are you doing?”
“nothing”, you shrugged. “you’re the one who’s moaning at my bare touch.”
he smirked, gaze falling at your lips now and, in a split of seconds, his lips were on yours. chanyeol kissed you softly, taking all the time in the world to do so. his lips danced on top of yours, tongue slipping inside your mouth as he let go of your body and rested his arms on each side of your head on the couch, supporting his weight on his elbows now.
your hands kept wandering under his jumper, caressing his skin and making him sigh into your kiss. you pulled him a bit closer, palms spread on his back as his chest now rested on top of your torso, pressing just enough his skin to yours. your fingertips grabbed his flesh one more time, but not too gentle now, and chanyeol moaned on your lips.
the sound made you open your eyes once again, wide in realization. your lips stopped moving, and scared that something might have happened, chanyeol broke the kiss and looked at you.
“what’s wrong?”, he asked, curious about your reaction.
you looked at him, first taking in the sight - a light shade of red burning on his cheeks all up to his ears, lips parted and also red, plumped from the kiss. your hand left his back and went to his face, caressing his cheek. chanyeol leaned on your touch, eyes never leaving you.
“what are you thinking about?”, he asked.
“you’re so beautiful”, and you meant it.
“um… that’s not why you stopped though, i know you.”
you smiled, then so did he. you pecked his lips again, and again, and again; until you had him humming against you.
“can you… can you moan to me again?”
chanyeol smirked, shooting his eyebrows up.
“i didn’t know that got you going so much, baby.”
“that’s not it…”, you said, as chanyeol started to slowly kiss your neck and jaw. “i think i got it.”
“got what?”
you caressed chanyeol’s skin again as he sucked on your sweet spot. you licked your lips too, gathering the courage to spill your words.
“what i need for the song”, you started. another brief moment went by before you finished your thought. “i think… i think it’s your moaning.”
chanyeol stopped what he was doing. damn it, was he offended? i mean, not too many people would be comfortable getting their most private moment sounds recorded, let alone to be put on something that half the world would hear.
would he snap at you? would he think that was crossing the line?
your mind raced a million miles a minute, all into the seconds it took for chanyeol to finally look at you again. his eyes were narrowed, although there was no sign of anger on his beautiful face.
“you wanna… you wanna record me moaning to put on your song?”, he questioned.
you nodded, imagining exactly where his moans would sound better mixed to the melody. it would even increase the lyrics, as you sang about wanting something so badly but not being able to have it, the beat giving off the sexy vibes you wanted.
that was it. the thing that was missing, why the ad libs you recorded didn’t work and why you couldn’t get that song finished. it was begging for chanyeol’s moaning. that’s what it needed.
chanyeol looked away for a moment. shit, how would you apologize? your mind started writing a few apology notes so you would already know what to say in case chanyeol started an argument - but when it took him too long to react, you decided to push that idea away and just hope for the best.
“chanyeol, i-”
“okay”, he said, cutting you off. chanyeol looked at you, a playful smile on his lips. “let’s do it.”
you stared at him, confused.
“wait… like, for real? you ain’t mad i even suggested that?”
“not a bit”, it was his time to shrug. “if it will help you, then let’s do it. i won’t even ask for the credits.”
your smile got bigger and bigger as he spoke, cheeks hurting in happiness for how good your boyfriend was to you. suddenly, you attacked chanyeol with kisses all over his face - his lips, his nose, eyes, cheeks, forehead. it made him giggle and rest his face on the crook of your neck.
“thank you, babe! thank you, thank you, thank you! i promise i won’t tell anyone it’s you.”
“it’s okay”, he said, laughing. “but i will need some stimulation to moan just right for you…”
you rolled your eyes, smirking right away. chanyeol kissed your neck again, lifting his head to look at you. he was smirking too, a devilish look on his eyes.
“yeah? and what do you want me to do to you?”
“anything you’d like”, chanyeol whispered. “if you want me to moan, you’ll have to work for it.”
“that’s not too hard to get, yeol…”
chanyeol shivered at how you used his nickname but, mostly, at how your hands went back under his jumper, nails sinking on his skin. he closed his eyes, damning you for knowing his tastes almost better than himself.
it was your time to kiss his neck and jaw, lips and tongue leaving no piece of skin untouched. chanyeol groaned when you bit him, sure that that would leave a red mark on his throat; he didn’t care though.
chanyeol used one of his hands to grab your face and pull you to kiss your lips. this time, his kiss was intense and passionate, fingers holding you still while he started to build you up. your hands started working too, going up and down his back until you instinctively let them slip inside chanyeol’s sweatpants, grabbing his butt and making him moan once again.
“fuck…”, he said against your lips, and you smirked again.
“hold that thought.”
gently, you pushed chanyeol up so you could have some space to get up. you went to your desk, pressing a few buttons, trying not to seem too excited about that.
“you’re gonna record the whole thing?”, chanyeol spoke. you looked at him, now seated on the couch again with legs spread open and a bulge inside his pants. “naughty…”
you chuckled, going back to your boyfriend and straddling him, sitting on his lap. you helped chanyeol get out of his jumper, his chest now fully exposed to you and at your mercy. you took a deep breath before going in, decided to make his skin your white canvas. you heard him sigh as your lips connected to his collarbone, sliding across his chest and leaving a trace of open mouthed kisses. reaching lower, your tongue danced around his chest, tracing random figures and making chanyeol rest his head on the couch.
he was so lost in your actions that he didn’t actually feel how your hand made its way from his waist to his chest, the tip of your fingers grabbing his right nipple and pinching it hard. chanyeol moaned out loud, squeezing his eyes shut. yeah, that’s exactly the sound you wanted him to make.
you decided to take it further so you dragged your tongue to his left nipple, circulating it and sucking on it. chanyeol’s hands found the way to your waist, holding you so hard you could feel a bit of pain.
“fuck, fuck, fuck…”
“stop it”, you said, tone switching to something more… bossy. “you don’t get to touch me unless i say so. understood?”
chanyeol didn’t answer, he just nodded furiously. so you pinched his nipple harder, and the way his dick twitched below you made it pretty clear you were on the right track.
“i made you a question. words, yeol.”
“yes, yes!”, he desperately said, looking at you. “i understand. just, please… don’t stop…”
“then why are you still touching me?”, as soon as the words left your mouth, his hands dropped from your waist and into the couch. you smiled at him. “good boy.”
you started once again to suck on his nipple, this time the one you had pinched. chanyeol moaned once again, bucking his hips up in a try to have some friction. so you complied, starting to dry hump him as your tongue made wet, naughty noises around his nipple. your lips started to move up as chanyeol moaned once again, this time a bit louder. you took a special time to work on his throat, sucking on the sensitive skin while your hips didn’t stop moving, not even for a second.
your hands roamed north too, caressing chanyeol’s chest and also scratching it, leaving red marks behind. one of your hands then rested around his neck, fingers digging into the skin and putting just the right amount of pressure.
“harder”, he moaned to you. “please… harder…”
“color?”, you whispered in his ear.
“green.”
so once again, you complied. your hand choked chanyeol a little bit harder, making him gasp and hold onto the couch cushion for dear life. he could feel your breathing on his ear and your hips moving against his clothed dick, and it just made him feel like he was welcomed into heaven. chanyeol licked his lips, opening his eyes and finally looking at you - he had to watch that scene with his own eyes.
he moaned again when you looked at him too, lips so plumped from sucking his skin. as the sound let out his mouth, you choked him harder once again, and instead of interrupting his sweet little noise it only made him moan louder out of pleasure.
“good boy”, you praised him, index finger reaching to touch his lips. chanyeol didn’t hesitate to put it in his mouth and suck it, making you moan with him.
“baby, please…”, he whined.
“what? what do you want?”
“finger me”, chanyeol moaned, sucking your finger again.
you shook your head, letting go of his neck and, consequently, taking your finger out of his mouth.
“i don’t have lube here, love.”
“it’s okay, i trust you”, he said. “just… fuck, please… i wanna sound good to you.”
you shot an eyebrow up, challengingly looking at chanyeol. he nodded, blinking fast and hard as he bucked his hips up once again, knuckles getting white from how hard he was holding onto the couch’s cushion. chanyeol mumbled a few incomprehensible things, eyes closing when you squeezed his throat again.
he let out a breath as he felt you getting up from his lap. chanyeol was ready to complain, to whine, to beg you not to stop - he choked on his own words though as you kneeled in front of him, hands resting on both sides of his hips and tapping on his skin, a silent signal for him to move up so you could pull his sweatpants down. he did it then, a sigh leaving his lips as he finally felt himself getting free of those suddenly tight boxers.
chanyeol didn’t say a word as you also took off his shoes, pulling his pants from both his legs so he was entirely naked in front of you now. he gasped when he felt your hands on his knees, pushing them and making enough room for you to be between his legs. your eyes finally looked away from his face and focused on his dick now, rock hard and begging for attention.
“please”, chanyeol whispered, voice melting in desperation.
“shhh…”, you shushed him, reaching two fingers to his lips and stuffing them into his mouth. “get them wet for me, baby”.
so as chanyeol sucked both your middle and ring finger, your other hand found its way to his member, slowly starting to pump it. he moaned around your digits, legs instinctively getting wider for you when he felt your thumb playing with his tip. you gathered all the precum you could possibly get, using it to make it easier for your hand to slide from the base to the top, and then repeat the movement over and over again.
the moment chanyeol watched you gathering more of his fluids and using it to tease just the tip of his hole was when he lost it. he whimpered loudly, almost like he wasn’t still sucking on your fingers - and sucking it good. you circulated his entrance with your thumb mostly, making it just wet enough to push through it.
“use your safe words, okay?”, you asked, taking your fingers from his mouth with a pop.
“okay!”
chanyeol closed his eyes, already knowing what would follow. he felt, with tensed abs, as you slowly pushed your middle finger into him, a long and heavenly moan being let out from the back of his throat - or of his soul, you weren’t sure. you mirrored him and moaned too, just from how hot that whole scene was.
“color?”, you asked him, as soon as your whole finger was inside him.
“so fucking green”, he groaned. “more… please, more…”
you smirked, loving the way he licked his lips in anticipation. slowly, almost teasingly now, you pulled your middle finger out of him just so you could push it into again, now with your ring finger followed by it. chanyeol moaned once again, his voice getting deeper as he clenched around you when you were knuckles deep inside him.
your other hand went back to pumping his dick, which now was bright red and leaking. your fingers started to thrust into him, not too hard so you wouldn’t hurt him, but definitely not too soft so he could still feel you.
“does it feel good, yeol?”
he nodded, and screamed when you squeezed the tip of his dick.
“use your words or i’ll stop.”
“yes!”, he immediately said. “yes, i-it does feel good! it feels so good, fuck, baby…”
“what’s the color?”
“green, green, green! just… just keep going, please. don’t stop.”
“i’m gonna suck you off now”, you told him, and smirked again as he quickly opened his eyes and looked down at you. “i don’t want you to hold back, okay? moan all you want, let it out. this is your show, baby.”
before he could answer it, you were already with your lips around his dick, sucking on his tip before taking all of him into your mouth and feeling him hitting the back of your throat. and chanyeol really obeyed you, because the scream he let out was sinful. the combination of your lips on him, your hot and soft mouth, and your fingers thrusting into the pace you knew he loved was all too much for him - there was no way he could hold back his moans, not even if he wanted to.
chanyeol cursed a little bit, nonsense words spilling out of his mouth and sometimes getting cut by another moan, sometimes by the calling of your name. surprisingly, his hands were still on each side of him, almost tearing the cushion into pieces as his nails were sinked into it. you loved how chanyeol could never disobey you, how he would always listen and obliged what you said.
his long moans echoed through the whole room, loud and smoothly. his voice was like velvet, and even when it cracked or he gasped, sighed instead of being vocal, it still sounded like the hottest song you’ve ever heard - well, it would sound like a song afterwards. there was particularly one moan he let out, when he felt you too moaning around his dick, that just made your heart skip a beat because, firstly, you were so in love with him and being the reason why he felt so good, being the only one who could pleasure him like that was priceless; and second, it would sound so fucking good to the beat of your song.
when chanyeol started to buck his hips up and clench around your fingers again though, you knew he was close. looking up at him, you saw his chest covered in a thin layer of sweat, as well as the red marks of your nails on his stomach and around his nipples, from your sucking. his eyes met yours, and with the tiniest smirk he could form, he moaned again.
oh, no. you don’t get to be cocky now, chanyeol.
he choked on whatever sound he was about to make when you twisted your fingers inside him, reaching his sweet spot for the first time that day and making him shut his eyes. you also pulled him out of your mouth, thumb caressing his tip - it still felt good, but it wasn’t your throat though.
“now what were you smiling for?”
“i’m sorry!”, chanyeol answered right on the spot. “i w-wasn’t, i swear i wasn’t! please, let me cum, baby. please…”
“liar”, you laughed, but still wrapped your lips around him again, pushing him to the back of your throat.
your goal was to make him cum now, and so you did. your fingers started to thrust him a little faster, each time twisting so they could reach where he wanted them the most. your tongue, skillful and hot, came in touch with all of his dick, hand paying some attention to the base of it.
it didn’t take too long. his moans got familiarly louder and squeaky, so you weren’t surprised when you felt him coming inside your mouth - in fact, you did your best to swallow everything. chanyeol dropped his head to the back of the couch, chest raising and dropping as he tried to catch his breath. still sensitive, still high from his release, he whined when he felt you pulling both his dick out of your mouth and your fingers out of him, suddenly feeling empty and exposed. when you opened your eyes though, it was your time to gasp.
“yeol”, you whispered, quickly getting up and sitting beside him. “are you crying?”
one of your hands instinctively found its way to his face, wiping the silent tears from the corner of his eyes. chanyeol slightly chuckled as he leaned into your touch - your hand smelled like him, and he very much enjoyed that.
“yeah, that was… that was just intense”, he whispered back, finally touching you and holding your wrist, so you couldn’t let go of his face. “one of the best orgasms i had lately.”
you chuckled, pulling him in for a soft, long kiss. his sweaty forehead came in touch with yours, one resting against the other while he sincerely smiled at you.
“you were so good, love”, you praised him, kissing him again. “such a good boy.”
“well… anything for the music.”
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Lynette with a reader that loves cats
characters: Lynette x gn!reader
warnings: none, just fluff
a/n: I wish everyone a lot of fun in Fontaine, I love it and all of the characters I have seen so far, so I look forward to finally be able to write for them.
Also: this fic is completely spoiler free, so feel free to read even if you didn’t play the story yet
Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Lynette
Lynette preferred for her brother to do the talking, silently sitting by his side while appearing to mind her cup of tea, only to analyze their guest whenever they weren’t paying her any mind, it was a routine as time, one both of them had mastered perfectly over the years.
And yet, whenever it was you that came to visit, it fell apart before it could even begin. Was it because you wore your heart on your sleeve, didn’t hyperfixate on her brother like their other guests liked to do, or because Lyney conveniently always excused himself whenever the three of you were in a room, mentioning how he still had to work on the props for their next show only to shoot his sister a supportive smile while leaving the two of you alone.
While she couldn’t exactly say that she wasn’t at least slightly worried by her brother's behavior, one even she found hard to understand, even though the two of them always prided themselves in knowing what the other was thinking, it would have been a lie to say she didn’t enjoy your time together. Both of you sharing an interest in tea and being fond of cats, although yours seemed to cross over into adoration at times.
You had decided to accompany Lynette on an errand of hers, not wanting her to have to carry all the materials for the magic pockets herself, only to get stopped at the earliest opportunity when you were ambushed by a cat you had grown familiar with, the small animal running circles around your feet until it was being pet, something you complied with without any hesitation.
“I’m so sorry, but I can’t stay any longer. I promised to help with something”, you told the cat while continuing to pet it, only for the small thing to meow in response.
Lynette could have sworn she saw you turn into liquid and melt in front of her very eyes, your face contorting as you had to try your hardest not to squeal in response, something made even more difficult when the cat licked your hand, causing you to turn towards her with childish excitement in your eyes. Cute.
“I want to pepper your little face with kisses, who allowed you to be so cute? I wish you’d just let me pet your ears”, you continued to talk to it, ignoring most of the world, the only exception being the excited looks you threw her way whenever the cat meowed.
“You could always pet mine”, Lynette caught herself thinking, the words almost slipping out of her slightly opened mouth only for her to close it shut just in time to stop herself, her cheeks turning red as a consequence.
“Don’t you think he’s the absolute cutest?”, you once again turned to her, your hand still occupied with scratching your furry friend’s chin. Just as the words had left your mouth, Lynette had left her position to squat down besides you, slowly petting the cat as a small smile made its way onto her lips.
“You’re so cute, I love you.”
You always knew that she liked cats, although hearing her put her feelings into words was a whole other experience. That being said…
Why was she staring at you?
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Like Real People Do (Matt Murdock x Reader)
MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST FORM
A/N: this was requested, and i would do anything for matt murdock, so pls enjoy this nonnie! i couldn't pick between these gifs, so here's two <3
Summary: Matt wakes you up from a nightmare and you have a panic attack. He calms you down and cuddles you until you fall back asleep in his arms.
(Warnings: reader has a panic attack, mentions of past trauma, mentions of potential child abuse, soft!matt being the cutest)
“Matt, for the last time, I am not taking your bed from you. You’re blind! That would make me, like, the worst person in the world!”
“I thought you didn’t care what people thought.” He smirked, continuing to throw blankets and pillows towards the couch.
“Call it a concern for my eternal soul, Murdock.”
“You’re worried about what God thinks?” He scoffed.
“There’s a lot of things I’ll have to answer for when I die, Devil Man, but making the blind man who’s harboring a mob target in his apartment sleep on his own couch won’t be one of them.”
Matt smiled, then shook his head. “I think He might let this one slide.”
He wasn’t budging, and you were beginning to grow tired of arguing with him about it.
“Fine, fine, whatever. Damn me to hell.” You rolled your eyes as he barked out a laugh.
The glow of the living room changed colors as the advertisement outside the window started over from the beginning. Red light coated the walls, spilling across the floor like paint. You watched it tiptoe up Matt’s shirtless torso, eyeing the scars littered across his back. You turned away before he could pick up on your increased heartrate.
Unlike the other person in the room with you, you weren’t blind. Matt was an extremely pretty man. But he knew he was pretty, and you were sure that every person who’d ever met him had told him so, even if it was just with their heartbeat.
Matt ran his fingers under the couch cushions, securing the sheet in place. He bid you goodnight, and you settled into the silk sheets on his enormous bed. Yes, you decided, I will definitely be purchasing silk sheets as soon as the Russians are dealt with.
The Russians had become a giant pain in your ass. They knew you were connected to the “man in black”, as they called him, and wanted to get their greasy hands on you to bait Matt into showing himself. Matt had insisted on you staying at his apartment, where he could keep an eye on you while he figured out how to deal with the Russians. You had accepted his offer, grateful that he was willing to harbor you, but you were already feeling stir-crazy, and it was only the first night here.
You rolled over, sinking into Matt’s pillow, letting the subtle scent of laundry detergent lull you to sleep.
//
Your name was being shouted. It echoed around your head, and you felt beads of sweat running down your neck. You were overwhelmingly hot, panting as you fought your way towards consciousness. Hands grasped your cheeks, and you lurched out of bed, throwing the covers off of your body and falling to the floor. Your knees harshly banged against the wood, shooting pain up your legs. Uneven breaths turned into gasps as you felt hands around your shoulders. You yelped, clawing at the floor to get away from whoever was grabbing you.
Your name rung through the air as hands touched your cheeks. Finally, you looked up, forcing whoever was there to kill you to look you in the eyes before doing it. Instantly, fear turned to regret. Your eyes met Matt’s, who was whispering your name under hushed breaths.
“Breathe.” His voice was stern, but worry was laced in his tone as he softly stroked your cheeks. He repeated your name again, “Breathe. Deeper. There you go. Can you focus on finding five things you can see right now?”
You lurched out of his hands, heart still pounding, “I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m sorry for waking you. I’m fine.” You hunched over, hanging your head between your knees as you tried to slow your breathing down.
“You’re not fine. Your heartbeat just skyrocketed out of nowhere. I thought someone was trying to kill you in here.” Matt followed you, crouching down in front of you.
He gently took your hand, placing it on his chest where you could feel the steady drum of his heartbeat. His hand covered yours, holding it in place. Your body started to to relax, his heartbeat grounding you. You raised your head, looking into Matt’s concerned face. That’s when you realized Matt was shirtless, and your hand was being pressed into his VeryNakedChest.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“What!” You yelped, pulling your hand away and shooting to your feet.
“Your heartbeat just picked back up again.” He said, confusion evident on his face.
You began to pace in front of him, ringing your hands together.
“Was it a nightmare?” He asked, creeping to his full height.
“Yes.” You answered bluntly, uninterested in continuing the conversation.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.”
“Okay. Okay, that’s fine,” he paused, still speaking in a hushed tone, “but you have to stop pacing. Your heartbeat is still elevated.”
You halted, staring at the bed that you’d fallen asleep in. The covers were splayed out, soaked in sweat. It looked like a tornado had slept in the bed, rather than a person. Turmoil rolled in your gut. Not only had you ruined Matt’s perfectly soft and well-made bed, but you’d also woken him up, probably giving him a heart attack in the process.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, running your hands over your face. You would not cry in front of him.
“Don’t apologize. Are you okay?” He met you where you stood in the bedroom, holding out his hands. A request, you supposed, to hold his hands until you were settled. You lightly set your hands on his, focusing on anything except the fact that his thumbs were now brushing over your knuckles.
“I’m-,” you breath shuddered as you spoke, “I think I’m okay, now.”
He brought a hand to your cheek, wiping the tears that had begun their descent. You hadn’t even realized you were crying. You barely remembered the nightmare, but it had to be a bad one, or else Matt would still be asleep in the living room.
“Do you get nightmares a lot?”
You furrowed your brow, trying to find any words that could explain your recurring dreams. More tears pricked at your eyes, willing themselves to fall.
“Sometimes, I guess. My childhood was...rough. I don’t remember much of it. I think there’s probably some trauma I need to deal with.” You choked out a laugh. There was definitely some trauma you needed to deal with, but you weren’t going to admit that to Matt tonight.
Matt slowly nodded, but you saw a streak of the devil in his eyes. He was going to ask questions, but not right now. Not tonight.
“Let’s try to go back to sleep, okay?” He tugged on your hands, leading you to the other side of the bed, where you hadn’t sweated through the sheets. Your hands grew clammy thinking about being left alone in the dark again. There was no way you’d fall back asleep tonight.
“Hey, don’t worry, okay?” Matt climbed onto the bed, resting his back against the headboard. “I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep. No one can hurt you here. I promise. Come here.”
His tone was warm and inviting – lighthearted, even, like he didn’t want you to overthink the situation. His arms opened up, wrapping around you as you climbed into his lap. He had you cradled against his chest, resting his chin on your head. Your ear was directly next to his heart, something Matt probably orchestrated on purpose. He was giving you something to focus on so that you didn’t focus too hard on trying to fall asleep.
The last thing you remember is Matt’s lips brushing over your hair, kissing you so lightly you thought you might’ve imagined it.
//
Soft light filtered through the window. A morning haze coated the bedroom walls, condensation built up on the windows. The early morning sounds of New York buzzed in your ears. Taxi’s honking, bodegas opening their grates, life happening just beyond the glass.
Your eyes homed in on the mug of tea sitting on the bedside table, still steaming. You could vaguely hear Matt moving around in the kitchen. The scent of bacon wafted into your nose, sending your stomach grumbling. There was a noteworthy pause in the noise coming from outside the room. It returned soon after. Matt knew you were awake.
You carefully grabbed the tea, gravitating towards the smell of freshly cooked food. Matt was hunched over the stove, shirt thankfully on. You sat at the island, watching him gracefully move around. Even seeing, you were convinced you couldn’t move as gracefully as Matt did. He was constantly surprising you.
“Did you sleep alright? After the, uh, incident?” His voice echoed across the room.
“Yes, but I think you knew that.” You smiled, sipping your tea.
He set a plate of food in front of you and handed you a fork.
“You don’t have to talk about it to me, but I think you should talk about it to someone. Eventually.”
His face held a soft glow. He wasn’t being judgmental, and he didn’t seem to mind that you had woken him up in the middle of the night. You tilted your head, trying to think of the words you could say to express your gratitude, but your brain still felt foggy from sleep, so you just settled on, “Thank you, Matty,” and that was just fine with you. For now, at least.
End Note: I think I'm incapable of writing fics that tell a story from start to finish. There's so much room for more in this story, so don't be surprised if this turns into a multi-parter. Thank you for reading and requesting! I hope you enjoyed Matt being an absolute doll.
Requests are open!
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mingi x reader // word count: 976 // non idol au
(the seasons greetings couldn’t have come at a better time)
“I like you.”
You stare at the boy standing in front of you in pure disbelief–your mouth hanging so low it might as well have been scraping on the ground. You feel like you’re dreaming–like you're floating. Cause ain’t no way that he just said those words to you right now.
This must be a joke, it has to be. But he’s looking at you with those eyes. Like he’s pleading at you to acknowledge him. His lips are pursed together and eyebrows scooted together in concentration. He’s looking down at you slightly due to your height difference and you think it’s the cutest thing ever.
Oh, Mingi, you think, you sweet sweet boy. You had been crushing on him since freshman year of high school. And coincidentally he was a friend of your best friend, so you saw him enough to quench that crush-feeling and eventually it was something you could easily ignore. Until you both ended up going to the same university.
You actually didn’t see him too often, and it wasn’t until the end of fall semester that you bumped into him in the hall on your way to your last final exam. His face had brightened up so much you thought you would faint. His smile was so wide it turned his eyes into small crescents. He had enveloped you into a hug and you immediately turned into a 16 year old you.
After that he had asked you to catch up a few times. You’ve only gone twice since your schedules don't align with Mingi being on the football team and you constantly being swarmed with art projects and internships. So, his confession currently was sending you into complete and utter shock.
“What…” Is the only thing that can come out of your mouth currently, which causes Mingi’s eyebrows to shoot upwards most likely in confusion, poor guy.
“I said,” he sighs, “I like you–and it’s actually been a while.” He starts fidgeting with his hands as you make him suffer with no response back, “I just never found the courage to–I wasn’t even sure what I wanted to do with my life and didn’t want to hold any of us back from our dreams over a confession.” he rambles.
You remember his dream back in high school–well, his and Yunho’s. They were going to be famous and you’d be able to leech off of their money and fame as their friend. What you didn’t know was what those two went through that caused their dream to be completely shattered.
“That’s sweet Mingi,” is what you say while remembering how carefree you all were in high school. See, this is why you always had such a hard time with your feelings for him. Giant, sweet, considerate Mingi. How could anyone not love him? You were starting to regret your own reasoning for not confessing your feelings, because he was willing to say his, but he was still considerate of your own life in not doing so.
“I’m so sorry, Mingi,” you begin and Mingi can feel his heart physically stop, “I should’ve said something sooner,” he’s breathing again, maybe there is hope? “I’ve liked you since high school.”
“Huh?” he says intelligently paired with wide eyes and a large smile. He forms a tight smile trying not to laugh.
“Yea,” you say shyly, “I just never said anything because I was scared–which was dumb of me! Cause you’re the kindest and most honest person I’ve met,” and now you’re the one rambling and fidgeting in your confession, “So I apologize.”
“Hey,” he says, causing you to look up, “You don’t have to worry about a thing, high school was scary overall. And we’re now so,” he drags and tilts his head to the side and you focus on the mole under his eye that moves along with his face.
“So,” you begin to try and break the awkward tension, “Why’d you do it now?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, knowing you, I always thought you would be the type to confess in a more romantic place instead of the library while I’m half covered in paint,” you shrug and you see the gears turning in
“You’ve thought of me confessing before?” He smirks at you and you roll your eyes and let the blush creep its way on your face because there’s simply no point in fighting it.
“Well, it was sort of a last minute thing- but you look cute in paint!” Oh you sweet boy. You now lower your face, placing your paint brushes next to you on the table as you laugh quietly.
“Oh man, if this happened in high school I would’ve gone crazy,”
“I really should've, especially after Yunho said– wait.” he catches himself from rambling. Nice save, Mingi.
“Yunho?” you question and Mingi sits up straighter, eyes darting everywhere but your own.
“Have I told you about how pretty you looked during prom?” you falter and look at him like a deer caught in headlights, until you remember how that night went down exactly. You had ordered your outfit online, but the store sent the wrong one and in a completely different color making you stand out and visible from a mile away.
“Nah nah, you and Yunho laughed at me when I left my room and kept laughing even after I changed.” You point at him jokingly and he laughs at just remembering that moment. He didn’t think you looked ugly at all; what he said before was true.
“Back to what I was saying—Yunho told you?” and now you were talking in a somewhat serious tone. “I think I need to pay him a visit.” You say as you begin to slowly pack up your supplies, Mingi also begins to help as he thinks of ways to save Yunho and possibly himself.
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Summer Days and Lullabies
(This was inspired by the post @doll-elvis made about Elvis and the little girl on the set of FTD. I hope you enjoy it!)
It was a good day. Or at least it would be, if not for the screaming baby behind the camera.
Elvis’s latest movie, Follow that Dream, was in full swing. So far, things had been going well; the only problem thus far was that the Florida heat kept making him sweat like crazy, so he had to keep changing his shirts so as to not feel drenched in sweat or stink up the set.
Elvis didn’t really mind doing this movie; sure, the plot was a little odd and he thought some of the song sequences felt a little forced (though usually the Colonel handled that part), but the production team treated him well for the most part, and he got along well with Anne and his other costars, especially the little kids who played his younger adopted siblings.
One of them was a little baby girl named Erin, who played the youngest sibling; she was just about a year old. She was adorable, with little tufts of white-blonde hair and blue eyes, and the cutest chubby cheeks. Moreover, she was a bright and intelligent child, and Elvis loved playing with her during breaks in filming.
She’d often crawl into Elvis’s lap and babble to him as he made funny faces, cooed to her and played peekaboo with her; many times she’d be pushing at his cheeks, tugging his hair, and trying to stick her fingers into his mouth. None of it fazed him; he had plenty of younger cousins and so he knew how babies were. It also felt nice to him that she didn’t know he was famous; to her, he was just a huge playmate.
Overall, she was normally a very happy and bubbly little girl, which made her display of temper today all the more out of the ordinary. She’d been fed and her diaper was clean, but she still squirmed and cried in her mother’s arms. Elvis, though, had a pretty good idea of what was wrong.
The fact was, the heat today had been much more intense than normal. Because of this, and the fact that doing a film often meant a lot of waiting around between takes to get certain shots right, everyone was getting cranky, especially when the day’s shooting was behind due to everyone constantly needing water breaks and time in the shade. Even Elvis was getting more irritated at the day’s little mishaps and having to change his shirt constantly because of the way it was making him sweat.
He figured if the heat felt this awful to him, it must be ten times worse for the kids. It didn’t help that some of the production crew (particularly one of the assistant directors) kept being pushy to get certain scenes completed on time and weren’t all that patient.
Elvis was supposed to film one of his singing scenes on the beach to Holly (Anne’s character) and the kids today, but even though they were ready, things kept getting delayed because Erin just wasn’t cooperating. Her mother was clearly doing the best she could to soothe and calm her baby daughter down, but the baby was having none of it.
The assistant director (who was known to not be particularly patient with the kids or child actors in general) started snapping at Erin’s mother.
“Ugh, for the love of God, can’t somebody shut that brat up? We’re here to make a movie and we’re already behind schedule! Why don’t you just shove a teddy bear in her face or something?”
Erin’s mother, clearly on the verge of tears, apologized. “I-I’m sorry. I’m doing everything I can here, but—!”
“Well, clearly you’re not doing good enough. You think people want to see a red-faced, screaming brat in this movie? NO! They want to see Elvis singing to a cute, adorable, SMILING baby! So shut it up and get it to smile already or—!”
That did it. Elvis normally didn’t like to flex his fame, but this was one of the few times he felt it was necessary. Immediately, he stepped up to confront the assistant director.
“HEY! That’s enough!” He shouted.
The man turned around, the color draining from his face as he saw Elvis striding up to him with a furious look on his face. “Mr. Presley, I’m so sorry for the child’s disturbance—!”
“Disturbance? The kid’s fine. If anything, YOU’RE the one who’s disturbing me!”
“Huh?”
“Yellin’ at a baby?! What the hell’s wrong with you? Mama’s clearly doin’ the best she can here. Look, I get it: We’re all cranky ‘cause of this heat. But at least the baby can’t help cryin’ and throwin’ a fit since she ain’t talkin’ yet. So what the hell’s your excuse, huh?”
“Uh—!”
“Anybody knows you can’t turn a baby’s cryin’ on an’ off like a damn light switch! They ain’t robots, dammit!”
He sighed. “Look, here’s what we’re gonna do; we’re all gonna take a break here for as long as it takes for the kid to calm down. Ma’am, there’s AC in my trailer; just bring the kid’s supplies and she should be fine in there.”
He turned to the assistant director. “And as for you; you are gonna lay off the kids whether or not they’re behaving. I don’t wanna hear any more complaints about the kids crying or whatever, or any threats of firing them. I heard what you were sayin’ yesterday to the twins’ mama when they wouldn’t stop messin’ around.”
“But, Mr. Presley—!”
Elvis fixed his cold, hard stare on the man. “We do this my way…or I walk.” He answered firmly.
Nobody knew what to do for a minute. Would Elvis Presley really quit and walk off the set of his own movie? Ultimately, they decided it wasn’t worth calling his bluff and potentially losing their biggest star. The film’s director agreed to take a break for a while (over the objections of his assistant director) and Elvis gently guided Erin and her mother to his air-conditioned trailer.
Once they’d gotten settled and Erin’s mother had given the baby a small bit of cool water to drink (as well as splashing a little on the baby’s skin to cool her down), Erin had calmed down considerably, but was still fussy.
Her mother sighed as she bounced the baby on her knees. “I know that cry. She needs a nap. I should’ve guessed since it’s close to her naptime; I guess the heat was just making her too uncomfortable.”
Elvis looked at the mother with concern. “Ma’am, you look exhausted. Why don’t I take Erin for a bit and you can both nap in the bedroom over there? I’ll get her to sleep and then bring her to you. Does that sound alright?”
She looked surprised. “But…wait, isn’t that your room?”
“Yeah, but it’s no big deal. I’ll just stay on the couch if I need to rest. Maybe it’ll have cooled down a bit by the time you two wake up.”
“But what about the movie?”
“Trust me, those guys know they’re on thin ice right now. They ain’t gonna bother us about it right now since they don’t wanna risk losing me. Just get some rest, alright? I think we all need it. And if they start bugging you again, just come to me and I’ll deal with it.”
She sighed. “Well…all right. Thank you for everything, Elvis.”
He smiled and took Erin into his arms. “It’s not a problem, ma’am.” He told her as she walked into his bedroom to rest.
With that, he smiled down at Erin and moved her so she had her head on his shoulder as he started to bounce and rock her, rubbing her back and murmuring, “it’s okay, baby; you can go to sleep now”.
Soon, the room was filled with the sound of Elvis softly singing the song “Love Me Tender” to the baby as he rocked her to sleep. As the baby drifted off, he gazed lovingly at her sleeping face; he just hoped he’d one day have this kind of moment with his own children.
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Another wonderful submission from @arianatheangel-girl girl, you’re so talented! I absolutely loved it just like I’ve loved everything else you’ve written! Keep ‘em coming please!
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Princess - Jake ´Hangman’ Seresin. Part 2
Prompt: After Jake apologised to you you make it a priority to make Maverick proud and go on the mission with them. And maybe find more than an apology on the way…
Words: ~2.8k
Warning: mention of suicidal thoughts. Minors DNI. Overall way too much fluff it’s teeth rottening. English is not my first language so sorry for the easy vocabulary and bad grammar…
Note: part 2. Highly unedited. It’s 5am, you gotta let a girl sleep ffs. Hope you like it.
Part 1.
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The next day felt better. Hangman didn’t make any remarks and didn’t pull any prank on you, which felt relieving. You had an okay night for the most part and you were ready to start the day and prove to yourself that you were among the best.
You managed to do just that and even managed to pilot alongside Hangman for a few hours. Still you didn’t communicate much because you didn’t want to trigger any remark from Hangman but you got up in everyone’s esteem pulling an exceptional manoeuvre and shooting down Maverick.
Combat training took an end the next day as you were getting ready to try the flight course Maverick had prepared to get the mission done.
You successfully did the manoeuvre in the required three minutes. The steep climbing at the end made you almost pass out but you put your focus on your father and you made it to the end of the route.
Everyone else missing the shot, or passing out from the g’s made you go up the hypothetical leader board alongside Rooster who successfully did the course but in more time than required.
Day after day you were getting better and better which even earned you a pat on the shoulder and a smile by Hangman. A sort of congratulation but without the words it seemed. You gave him a shy smile back, still a little afraid about him getting jealous but you had to admit it was soothing to not have to fear for your life every day or constantly wanting to crash your plane on purpose.
At the end of the second week, you were back at The Hard Deck again, playing darts with Coyote, well more like impressing him with your dart skills. At some point you did fifteen bullseyes in a row just to win a bet against him. “Can I?” Hangman asked you, wanting to join you for a game.
Coyote left to get a beer so you agreed, nodding and smiling silently. Jake was good at darts, in fact he was good at every game, but you beating him wasn’t in his plan. At the end of the game he gave you his hand to shake, with a soft smile, admitting defeat. Hand that you shyly shook, giving him a small smile back. You knew he was still trying to apologize and be soft and comforting around you.
After Phoenix used the words ‘terrified’ and ‘suicide’ to refer to you when she shouted at him, he knew he couldn’t act this way anymore around you by fear of pushing you over the edge.
His softness was weird for his squadronmates but it was reassuring for you and for Phoenix. She knew he was trying to do better for you.
After yet after another game of darts against Payback and Fanboy and a game of pool against Bob – all three of them you won – you eclipsed yourself to go sit on the beach. Unbeknownst to you, Jake had seen you leave and waited a few minutes before coming out to see you.
“Is it alright if I sit with you?” He asked softly. You nodded before he sat down next to you. “I feel like I should apologize for that first night. I shouldn’t have said those things to you, I don’t know what got into me.” You begin. “You shouldn’t. You were right in everything you said, I’m the one that shouldn’t have told you those things about your call sign. I don’t know why I felt the need to be a dick. Maybe seeing you with Rooster made something explode in me.”
“Why?” He hesitated a second before answering. “When you went through that door I thought you were the hottest and cutest woman I had ever seen in my life. And then alongside you came Rooster and I immediately thought that you too were together, I don’t know why.”
“So before anyone had the chance to tell me anything I was a dick to you and I apologize.” “It’s alright, you couldn’t know.” “Yeah but I should’ve waited for you to introduce yourself before assuming anything.” He said.
“It’s alright everybody makes mistakes.” “I guess you’re right. But I tend to make more than the entire population of San Diego combined.” You chuckled and you both fell into a comforting silence for a minute. “So where are you stationed when you’re not at Top Gun?” “At Lemoore, with the vigilantes. And you’re with Rooster in Virginia?” “Correct, Golden Warriors.” Jake felt relieved that you didn’t pick up on his remark about you being hot and cute.
“You wanna go back inside? I’ll buy you a drink.” “With pleasure Lieutenant.” He had to admit that you calling him lieutenant was giving him butterfly in his stomach. He helped you get up and you slowly made your way back to the packed bar.
The next day you were announced that the mission was to take place the next morning. You had to pack your bags and get ready to leave in twenty minutes. As you did so, Phoenix – whose room was across the hall from you – engaged the conversation.
“So what did you talk about with Hangman? No need to deny I saw you both yesterday.” “He apologized again.” “That’s good, are you feeling better?” “Yeah.” “That’s good, are you ready for tomorrow?” “Yeah, about that. If I’m chosen and by some chances I was to die there could you call my mom for me? And tell her I tried to make my dad proud?” “Y/N you’re gonna make it.” “Just- please?”
She looked at me across the hall, with sadness in her eyes. “Alright, but don’t go there thinking you’re not gonna come back because we all need you here alright? Rooster, Maverick, your mom and us, and Jake.” “I don’t think I really matter to him actually.” “Well you’d be wrong in that.”
“What?” “I see the way he looks at you. Like you hung the moon. Don’t think that you don’t matter to him because you do. I think he realized that you meant more to him than everything he believed in. I think you mean even more to him than flying.” “Don’t be ridiculous.” “I’m not. I promise. I saw it yesterday when you were at the bar together. He even looked at you when you weren’t looking. I’m telling you, he’s all in.”
Phoenix’ words were fighting in your head as you both headed to the plane that would bring you onto the carrier. Was she telling the truth?
That same afternoon as you were all standing in front of Maverick waiting for his orders you started thinking about your father. “Phoenix and Bob, and Princess.” You heard your name being called alongside Rooster, Payback, Fanboy, Phoenix and Bob’s meaning that you were to be part of the mission of the next day. Against safety reasons but for the good proceeding of the mission, another jet was to fly behind the four others just in case one of the miracles didn’t work. You were the one chosen to do it.
You couldn’t help but notice the look of disappointment on Jake’s face. But you understood Maverick’s choice, he couldn’t risk Hangman leaving them behind, saving his ass and his ass only.
That same evening the mess was awfully quiet. No one dared speak a word just in case it would jinx the miracle that was supposed to happen the next day.
That morning when the sound of the bugle was heard you were already ready. You managed to sleep for a couple hours but you couldn’t stop thinking. You suspect everyone’s night was the same.
“Let’s go.” Maverick announced as you all stepped in your jets awaiting departure. When you were given the go you took a deep breath and took off. “I’m gonna make you proud dad.” You thought to yourself, not wanting the others to hear. As you were given the go to enter the precipice you felt your heart race speed up but you tried to stay focused on the mission ahead.
One after the other the miracles were announced, meaning you didn’t have to use your own bombs and you could follow Payback and Fanboy out of there. You thought the climb was even harder than during training but the adrenaline rushing through your veins kept you from fainting. You already knew that if you were to pass out you’d be dead right after the top of that mountain as the missiles would catch you and you wouldn’t be able to avoid them.
So you silently prayed. You prayed your father to be proud of you, you prayed to come back home safely and for the others to as well. You prayed and prayed for a few seconds until you passed the hard deck and the missiles turned toward your jet. “Shit.” You muttered. The voices on the radio were impossible to discern, the number of “smoke in the air”, “I’m out of flares”, “break left”, and other things you heard in just thirty seconds was numbing. You tried to focus on your own plane, not wanting to be left behind on enemy territory. You used flares to protect Rooster and Phoenix and even managed to shoot down one of the enemy jets.
When you heard what happened to Maverick you wanted to go help despite the official orders given by your superiors. Listening to his own instinct and probably not thinking of consequences, you saw Rooster follow Maverick to try and help. After only a second you followed him as well, ignoring direct orders. “I’ll probably get court martialled for this but fuck it. And if I die saving Uncle Mav and Roos then it wouldn’t have been for nothing.” You thought to yourself.
“Princess come back!” You heard Hangman shout on the radio. You even think you heard his voice break. “I’m sorry.” You thought.
As you saw Rooster being forced to eject you managed to gun down the jet that crashed down his. As you crawled your way out of this mess, leaving your best friend and ‘uncle’ behind you managed to make another enemy plane crash with a manoeuvre your dad told you about. It wasn’t technically considered a kill on your part but it relieved you for a second.
While Rooster and Maverick found an enemy F-14 jet to come back home you managed to come back to the carrier safe and sound, not without shooting down another plane on the way back.
You were exhausted when you landed on the carrier. Not being able to come out of your super hornet until the mission was over – in case of need of immediate assistance – you looked outside the canopy, seeing Phoenix and Bob signing to you that you did a great job. You opened the canopy to get some fresh air in your lungs because you felt like fainting.
You turned your head to the left only to see Jake already looking at you, worried. “Are you okay?” He mouthed you from afar. You nodded, a blank expression on your face, still worried for Maverick and Rooster. When the radio went off again announcing that they might be on their way in an enemy plane you couldn’t believe your ears. After a while Jake was dispatched to go and help them and you felt worried again that he might not make it.
When you heard him again on the radio you couldn’t help the tears of joy streaming down your face. “Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, this is your saviour speaking. Please fasten your seatbelt, return your tray table to their locked and upright position and prepare for the landing.” You couldn’t help but let out a belly laugh hearing Hangman on the radio. “Hey Hangman. You look good.” You heard your best friend say. “Oh I am good. I am very good. I’ll see you back on deck.”
You were cleared to get off your jets as no other bandits were seen on the radar. You quickly got out and removed your helmet, waiting for the two planes to land.
You didn’t know what got into your mind when you launched yourself into Jake’s arms as soon as he got off his super hornet. First he was surprised but soon chuckled and almost swoon when you put your head on the crook of his neck. “I thought I lost you.” You whisper, mostly for yourself. “I’m here Princess.” You didn’t know if it was a nickname or your call sign but you didn’t care, Jake was here, safe and sound. You didn’t want to make it awkward so you got down and he put his forehead on yours. “I’m here Princess.” He repeated.
The whole squad reunited and hugged as Rooster was the first to speak. “Got yourself another kill!” “That makes two.” Jake answered. “Mav and Princess have five.” Phoenix added. “Makes them aces.” She finished. Hangman looked at you dumbfounded. “What? You thought you were the only one pilot with a confirmed kill when you arrived here? I already had two.” He laughed shaking his head and took you in his arms, putting his head on top of yours as you were way smaller than him. You’ve never felt more safe.
When you got back to Fightertown you all headed to The Hard Deck for a celebratory beer and pool game. After a few hours of laughing and playing with your squadronmates you eclipsed yourself to go sit on the beach.
“Hi Dad. We made it. We all made it.” You paused. “Rooster and Maverick are okay. I hope uncle Iceman is not giving you too much trouble up there. I only have Maverick now, but it’s okay. I’m an ace now Dad, I hope you’re proud of me from up there.”
“I think I fell in love. His name is Jake. He’s a pilot. I know I always told myself that pilots were trouble but I think he might be good for me. I think you would have liked him Dad.”
“I hope you’re as proud of me than I am proud of you. I love you Dad.”
“You can sit down I know you’re here.” You say softly to the person you heard coming behind you. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” Jake apologized. “It’s okay I was just talking to my Dad. I’ve been doing it a lot lately. It soothes me I guess.” You both fell into a comforting silence before you spoke out again. “You heard everything?” “Pretty much.” “Well I hope I didn’t embarrass myself.” You said shyly. “Look at me.” Jake said softly. You turn your face to him and he is giving you a soft smile. “When you got picked yesterday I thought that I would lose you. Not that I didn’t believe in you but I thought that maybe a simple error could cost you your life. And when you followed Rooster and Maverick my heart felt like it shattered at the thought of you being forced to eject in enemy territory.”
“So when I saw you come back I felt like maybe, just maybe, it was time for me to tell you everything. I know you forgiving me for all I did to you will take a long time but I promise you that I will spend my entire life apologizing to you.” You shake your head. “Don’t say that.” “I fell in love with you Y/N McLeary. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize but when you hugged me today I thought that maybe, just maybe my feelings were mutual. So when I heard you tell your dad you fell in love with me I felt like my heart tripled in size.”
“When I heard you screaming my name on the radio I heard your voice falter. I knew that from that moment on I didn’t want to spend another minute without you. And when I heard you being dispatched to help Rooster and Maverick I thought that I lost you. But then I heard your smug voice and stupid comment and I started crying from joy.” You reply.
Jake looked at you with nothing but love in his eyes, tears forming on the corner of his green eyes. “Can I kiss you baby?” He asks in a whisper. You bite your bottom lip as you nod and Jake closes the gap between you two. The kiss is soft and loving and makes your heart flutter with joy.
“I’m gonna make things right, I promise you baby.” He paused. “What are you doing tomorrow night?” “Nothing.” You smile. “Then I’m taking you out on a date.” You look at him lovingly while biting your lip. “Stop doing that or we might just skip dinner.” “Show me the way home honey.” You answer as he chuckles and kisses you once more.
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OOOHHHH! THE LIAN AND SABI WAS THE BEST!!! THEY ARE JUST THE CUTEST BABIES EVER!
What if their parent just comforts them after a nightmare maybe after they were banished.
And you know very well that their lords have full permission to attack kamado if he's threatening Mc.
Everything you write is soooo Goodwood!
Keep up the amazing work! But remember to eat and stay hydrated!
I WAS ALREADY IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING THIS SHIT BITCH LETS FUCKING GOOOOO!!!
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Ever since your banishment you’ve noticed your children have gotten a little more clingy.
Lian clings to the hem of your tunic while Sabi grips your pants leg. They never seem to want to leave to their nobles.
Everytime you had to walk them back to their spots at their nobles seat. Even then they would cling and beg for you to not leave, you tried talking to them, letting them know you’re safe and not going anywhere.
But that never seemed to work.
Lian would look at you with the same sad desperate eyes he did the day you asked him for Irida. You still recall the way his voice quivered and cracked before he started sobbing, he wasn’t allowed to help you, he kept apologizing over and over again.
Sabi too, the same panicked expression she had when you walked out of the Lake Aucity cavern bruised and battered from fighting that Alpha Zoroark.
Still you had them do their warden duties and after that they stayed with you.
Both also seemed to make their distaste for Kamado known.
Lian often stood between you and the commander if he was around. Sabi needed to be held cause she’s fine anything to throw at Kamado, even going as far as to steal one of your sticky globs and chucked it at him.
You’re thankful Kamado didn’t do anything about it, not like he had a choice with the nobles favoring you. The commander didn’t an axe wielding noble charging him.
Today though, they had just wanted a day in, normally you would take them out for some bonding time but they seem tired.
You sat around the hearth, one child on either side of you, snuggled up close, your arms are around their shoulders while you read a book.
They had fallen asleep not to long ago, it makes you wonder if they have gotten any sleep recently.
There was movement to your side, you look down at Sabi, her expression of discomfort alarmed you.
With a few gentle shakes she awakes with a start. Sitting up quickly she looks around before looking back at you, tears streaming down her face with quiet sobs.
You pull her back to you, letting your shirt muffle her crying. Running your fingers through her hair with soft shushes.
“Hey it’s okay sweetie, bad dream?” You feel her nod.
She pulls back a little “you were hurt.” Looking up at you, you see nothing but fear in her eyes.
“You were hurt and you wouldn’t get back up.” More tears pour down her face as she sniffles.
So that’s what this is about “Oh Sabi, it’s okay now, nothing will ever happen to me to keep me away from you, either of you, I love you, and no Pokémon or person can ever change that.”
She moves further up so she can listen to your heart beat, the beating reminded her that’s you’re still alive and here. Her mittenless hands grip your shirt as if you’d just disappear.
“Hey let’s go to bed, alright? I’m sure the futons are far more comfortable.”
It was a few minutes before she got up and waited for you to do the same.
But the moment you moved Lian shoots up, panicked and hyperventilating like he ran a marathon.
“Lian, are you okay?”
“Ma!” You’re gripped by the young cowboy in a tight hug.
You gently pay his back and pet his ruffled hair.
“Did you have a bad dream too?”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry I couldn’t help you, I-I-“
You shush him, and gesture Sabi to come over for the hug. You sit there holding your scared kids.
“You don’t have to apologize, neither of you are at fault, and it’s over, the emotions linger, but we are safe and still have each other.”
You coo softly trying to sooth their worries and fears. Tears staining their cheeks while they held onto you like a life line.
They finally let out all their pent up emotions. Their sobs and wails echoing in your small home.
“I’m sorry I made you two worry so much, I love you both so dearly, my strong wardens, I’m proud of you both.”
You stayed with them like this for an hour or so until their anguish sounds turned into soft hiccups.
Their exhaustion hitting them ten fold. You carefully pick them up and move them to their futons.
“I hope you two sleep well now.” With a kisses to their foreheads and a blanket over them, they fell asleep.
You look at their sleeping forms, taking in just how dark the bags under their eyes are. Just how long have they been having nightmares?
You’ll have to kill the commander for making them worry so much.
But for right now, as you lay on the futon in the middle and pull them close. You’ll have to stay by their sides.
#pokemon#pokemon imagines#pokemon fanfic#pokemon fluff#pokémon#pokemon lian#pokemon sabi#Pokémon reader#parental#other#I’m beating Kamado’s ass for this
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Children of BFFH, Entry 150
Lunch was wonderful, even better than at home, which was really saying something. Three years ago, after showing Dea my account, I set off on a mission to join her in Anciennes Tribus de la Terre. Why?
On my first visit here, a beautiful girl in the cutest dress I had ever seen greeted me and asked me about my doll collection that I had brought with me. After surprising me with a match dress of my own, she was the one who actually sat and played with me instead of trying to get me into something else. When I showed her how I normally play with projections of myself—a fey gift inherited from my dad, she matched my projections perfectly.
Deo and I danced together, sang together, and played together for most of the trip, being every friend I wanted. When we danced, he became the prince I had described. When we sang, Deo or Dea proved capable of singing every range perfectly. Though occasionally a little reluctant, this person was every friend I had ever imagined all packed into one.
“Would you mind another photo shoot?” I asked, giving him my best grin. “I’ve grown, and I want new ones for my wall.”
“Fine. You haven’t seen my new outfits yet anyway.” he told me as he picked up and cleaned our dishes with a couple of spells.
I still hadn’t caught up with him on magic, though Mila had assured me that I was finally caught up with my schoolwork. Aunt Heloise had worked the hardest at learning spells when she, my uncle, and Maman had lived here, so she helped me the most, though Mom occasionally spent a weekend instructing me.
Mila greeted us when we stepped inside, taking our dishes for us. She had bodies at the French branch too, so seeing her always made this place feel a little closer to home. The architecture was distinctly different. Maman had once described this place as a reproduction of a very large, English country house. The woodwork was engraved and elegant. The carpets were classy, but not vibrant. Even most of the paintings were subtle in any fantastic elements. I knew from asking before that the few vibrant pieces were Dani’s.
Where this place had been built to be refined, and a bit imposing, my home in Paris was made to be a work of art. Instead of being large and blocky, the Paris headquarters’ main building was tiered and had many curves to it. The apartments weren’t primarily in one wing, like where Deo lived. There were two distinct buildings with pleasant views of the city. This building was so removed that the city out there was easily forgotten. Of course, that aspect allowed them to freely practice their magic outdoors without being disturbed. I had attempted to participate in one of their battles over a year ago, but I was obviously behind them.
No one at home could even do magic as flashy as half of the kids here, but we primarily did our practice underground in the central training room. Maman often led our morning exercises, being far more enthusiastic about fighting than office work. My aunt and uncle seemed happy enough with the arrangement, and Maman did spend time working in her office, just not as much as my aunt or uncle. Maman preferred a bit of travel with her work, so we had seen the other parts of the French branch more than most.
My thoughts were interrupted the moment we stepped into Deo’s room. Deo’s closet was larger than the main part of his room, and the door was open, allowing me to see all of the rows of clothes. I’d never tell Deo, but I had printed off pictures of him modeling up on my wall. Now that I knew that wasn’t actually a true form, I might throw out the ones in outfits I didn’t like as much.
“Your closet is as amazing as ever.” I commented as I hurried inside to look around. I whipped around and locked him with a glare after remembering that I was supposed to be mad at him. “By the way, Deo, I heard you were in France recently.”
He instantly looked away.
“We could have spent some time together!” I complained.
“I’m sorry, but Paris wasn’t on the trip this time. Besides, Mila said you were working hard at school when I had asked about you, so I didn’t want to disturb you.” he explained, admitting that he had at least thought about it.
I spun around as I felt my cheeks heating. I didn’t really want Deo knowing that I had been trying so very hard to catch up. Plus, he had asked about me! Spotting a cute dress, I pulled it off the rack to get a better look at it. “Oh! We’ll need everything to match this.” I told him, handing it over to him.
I quickly forgot about him not visiting when he was in France as I found outfit after outfit for him to wear for our own photoshoot. Deo also had an unfair advantage when changing clothes. His body could just change as it moved, allowing him to slip things on in an instant. I had much more work to do when I found things I wanted to try on.
“We’ll probably need to take more pictures tomorrow after you get your present.” he commented as I changed into a dress I really liked. Deo even had shoes that matched in my size.
I grinned and told him “Thank you! Spoilers, but thank you!”
Anyone who came into my room and looked at my wall of pictures would think I had hundreds of friends, and I did in a way. Though all of my friends had the exact same set of talents and general interests, they did have their own quirks. I didn’t even know if Deo realized that how he acted changed so much with his appearance.
As the brown-haired, green-eyed boy he was now to act as an older version of a form he took two years ago, he didn’t look nearly as proper as he had been acting in that Cuban form from moments ago. When Dea put on a dress as a blonde girl with gray eyes and curly hair, she acted more like a princess, with every movement seeming planned and perfectly executed. As my copy, she was indistinguishable from my projections, acting every bit as much like me as they did.
Another aspect of my pictures of us that most people wouldn’t know was that I wasn’t actually in most of them. I liked to take the pictures, wanting them just right, so Dea posed with one or more of my projections, depending on the picture, in front of the large mirror in his room, which changed to any background I could want.
Though I wasn’t nearly as talented as Dea in acting out the different roles we assumed for pictures, I did have a great time with that aspect of it too. Sometimes Deo would be a prince, and I would be a princess. In other pictures, we reversed the roles—Deo was actually really good at making me look like a boy. If only my projections didn’t have to be perfect copies of myself, current clothing included, we’d have time for so many more pictures together.
“I’ve been meaning to ask… Why did you want me to be your twin the whole time in October?” asked Deo out of the blue, currently an African boy with striking blue eyes.
I felt my face heat a little and looked away with him. “I may have binge watched a very large number of movies involving identical twins and wanted to live it a little.” I admitted, risking a glance at him. Seeing that he was nodding as if expecting that, I said, “Sorry if that bothered you, but I really did have fun.”
He grinned. “I’m just glad you’re not that obsessed with yourself. I was a bit worried.”
“I…” I started, thinking about how that could have looked. As I seriously considered how cringey that might have seemed to everyone here, I felt arms wrapped around me.
“Don’t worry. No one was judging you.” Dea assured me, which wouldn’t have bothered me if I didn’t recognize that voice as my own.
I hit her, and watching my perfect copy laugh at that moment made me consider hitting her again.
“I couldn’t resist.” replied Deo, still laughing after taking a form that appeared slightly Asian, but not entirely. He was very handsome.
“Hold that form. I need…” I started, desperately looking for the right outfits. Seeing a suit, I grabbed it, and then looked for a more casual outfit. “These. That form in these. Now.” I told him, not wanting to miss getting my picture with this relaxed, beautiful creature.
“Deo, Stormcrow’s at the door.” commented Mila before we could get the second picture taken.
“Thank you, Momma Mila. Please, let him in.” he replied, suddenly looking at me as if to check what I was wearing.
“Hi, Eléa. I was wondering if you two are going to eat dinner with the rest of us. We’re having cake and such for your momma’s birthday.” he informed me.
“Oh, sure.” I told him, surprised that he had come here just to ask. Something more important was bugging me. “You’re not even going to comment on how he looks?” I asked after watching him for a few seconds.
Stormcrow crossed his arms and watched our friend for a bit. Then he said, “Nope. Not my favorite.”
“What!?” I asked, completely shocked that anyone could not like that face.
“He doesn’t look human enough.” replied Stormcrow. “Do you have any idea what walking around with the Somersets is like? They draw too much attention. People stare. That look”—he pointed at Deo—”would definitely draw stares. I doubt it’s as bad as when Momma Aaliyah takes Messy and Crazy shopping, but I prefer your more casual looks.”
I could understand his point. All five of those kids were ridiculously attractive, and Aaliyah certainly didn’t look her age, but this form was a type that made people constantly guess where you were from. “I still really, really like it. Please, don’t ever forget this form, Deo!”
He shrugged. “I don’t think I can. Coming up with new, distinct looks takes a while. Once I have them, I have them.”
That would explain how he was so good at making older versions of forms he had used for previous pictures.
“So… food?” suggested Stormcrow.
I sighed, feeling like I didn’t have nearly enough pictures yet, but nodded. Maman’s birthday was important.
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CHILDE:
Childe has a very strong immunity system. No lame flu could ever get him. Mayhaps it's the below 0-degree temperature in Snezhnaya that helped his body grow accustomed to certain climates and temperatures? Because according to him, he "takes colds and kicks ass." However, after having too much fun and getting too competitive with Scaramouche at the Dragonspine Ski Resort, he's struck down with a terrible fever. From Sneznaya's Greatest Love Machine to sick babie in (y/n)'s care. He's not necessarily the whiny type but Childe is very helpless. Whether it was intentional or not, he couldn’t help himself at all. He forgets about the cough drops he has to drink and you have to remind him about it, when he refuses to eat Goulash fresh from Dragonspine and demands for alphabet soup, or when you're doing work in the living room and he comes up to you wrapped in a burrito blanket, asking for cuddles because "hugs are the best medicine." to which, you would reply with a hard "no." because you couldn't risk the both of you getting sick. (Even though you were craving hugs from him too.) Due to your boyfriend's stubbornness, it took a week before he could fully recover. And when he did, you bet he rushes to you, screaming, "I'm cured!" peppering you with kisses on your cheek and enveloping you in hugs that you've longed so much from him.
DILUC:
Colds are Diluc's worst enemy. Whenever he got remotely sick when he was a kid, whether it be a runny nose or a small allergy, his immune system literally betrays him. So, when he gets sick, he literally gets sick. Since then, He vowed to maintain a healthy body. You've never even seen him get a headache! It's always been Diluc taking care of you whenever you’re down with a cold. You had always wished for a moment where the tables would turn and it would be you taking care of him for once. That would soon happen on a particularly normal day. Diluc approaches you and asks if you could check his temperature. You bring out a thermometer to check if he has a fever, and it read 38 degrees. Diluc suddenly panics. His face red as a tomato and feeling woozy and lightheaded, your boyfriend wraps his arm around you for support as you bring him to your bedroom. Then, he suddenly sneezes. An adorable sniffle you did not expect to hear from your boyfriend or from anyone as handsome as him at all. It was the cutest "achoo." you've ever heard. You giggle, reaching for his neatly folded pajamas in the closet and handing it to him. "Pretend you didn't hear that." He says coldly, trying to not act embarrassed. Since that night and until he became well, you barely left Diluc’s side. He's wrapped in a blanket, his usual well-dressed get up is replaced with a dark gray hoodie and joggers, your stuffed plushies are cuddled up beside Diluc to keep him company whilst he's bed-ridden, and you're bringing him healthy and delicious meals to help him get better soon. When he had finally recovered, Diluc thought that maybe getting sick wasn't all that bad. Especially if the the one most dearest to him could love and care for him so well while he’s at his weakest.
KAEYA:
Kaeya tries to hide his cold at first. He doesn't want to make you worry too much. After all, he's not the type to get so sick easily anyway. T'was the cursed downpour of rain on that particular Wednesday night after his evening classes to blame for all of this. When you're around him, he clears his throat every time he has the urge to cough, He tries to sneeze as quietly as possible so you wouldn't hear, and he takes his daily medicine for colds behind your back. It wasn't til you accidentally hear his loud coughs whilst he was on his phone when you realized that he had a cold for the past few days now. You were a bit sad at first because Kaeya shouldn't have hid this from you, and yet, you quickly understood when he told you why. Since then, you've been taking care of him. He would lie on your lap as you apply a fever patch on his forehead, massaging his temples, as he coos adoringly at your gestures of affection. In fact, he loved the special treatment that he was getting from you so much, that even if he was getting better, he still asked if you could rub his temples to ease the pain he's been feeling from his common colds. Although it is very clear that he's already free of his illness, you chose to play along with him. and so from then on, giving Kaeya a loving massage became a part of your daily routine, and he was loving every minute of it.
ZHONGLI:
As a herb and tea enthusiast, Zhongli is able to keep a healthy mind and body. Chamomile tea before the two of you go to bed and a scented humidifier wafting around your house to rid of the germs. However, after eating something he had ordered for the both of you on Postmates and not knowing there was seafood in it, his mild allergies suddenly strike him with a severe cold. Zhongli hates this feeling. He hates not being able to get up, water the plants, read his books, or stroll around the city with you. He had no physical energy to do anything. He kept your house as clean and as influenza-free as possible. Yet here was, on your shared bed, speaking in a nasally but cute voice, a glass of orange juice on the bedside table, and tuned in to the Discovery Channel because it was the closest he could get to the wonderful world around him whilst he was sick. "I miss hearing your soothing voice." You say jokingly, drying a hot towel so you can pat and place it on Zhongli's forehead. "I'm afraid I can't do anything right now, my love. I'm sorry. A-Actually... my body feels hot. I think I need to take a shower." Wearing a bathrobe or else he'd shiver and have his condition worsen, you help your boyfriend take a hot bath by washing his hair and help dry it right after. Zhongli wasn't the type of boyfriend to ask for these kinds of things, but it was such a sweet gesture. You gingerly wash his hair, spread shampoo around his auburn streaks and small upward curls, and massaging his head in the process. He hums in delight whilst you giggle at his utters of praise, leaving him once you're done with your deed. After a relaxing bath that had probably defeated the colds that was plaguing him, Zhongli is back on his feet the next day. Unfortunately, you were the next victim of this stupid flu and now, it was Zhongli's turn to take care of you and making sure you would get the love and treatment that you had given him.
XIAO:
Calling your boyfriend stubborn when he's sick is quite an understatement. As a very productive person, Xiao always sets a certain amount of things to do as his goal for the day. Going to the skate park, hanging out with you, playing sports, or playing video games were just many of the activities he would do in a span of a day. But, when he catches a cold after staying up too late (sleep is for the weak! According to the Vigilant Yaksha as the mad lad had stayed up till 7 AM) after getting too invested in playing Resident Evil Village, he comes down with a flu that same afternoon. And so, his usual routine of going to the skate park, hanging out with you, and playing video games were soon to be replaced with lounging in the bed, taking medicine, being reprimanded by (Y/N) for moving too much, and feeling like shit because he can't do anything at all. You will literally shoot daggers when you see your boyfriend dashing around because he's supposed to be in bed, getting all the rest he can get. You were very strict with him, simply because you had to. Xiao was very careless after all. You were cooking dinner that same night when Xiao comes up to you, resting his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering, "I can go to school with you tomorrow." "Xiao... no you won't. Go to back to bed. I'll bring you the Veggie Radish Soup there." You reply harshly, paying no attention to him at all. His tsundere tendencies were showing when you deliver the soup to him and he grumbles, "Y-you don't have to take care of me like this. It was my fault as to why I got sick in the first place. I can take care of myself, you know." You raise an eyebrow, giving him a knowing yet loving look. "I know that. But, I'm doing this because I love you. You're my freaking boyfriend for petesake! Why would I not care for you like this!?"
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!!this was a request! to the person who requested, im so sorry but i lost ur ask :((
summary: kissing alex on his nose. awe how cute. :P
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a/n: thank u so much for this request it was really cute :)) hope u enjoy <3
. you two were enjoying the sunset, sitting next to a tree on the edge of a meadow
. Alex, laying with his head rested in your lap while you played with his hair
. he looked so peaceful, soaking up the last rays of sun, which coloured his skin honey gold
. you could never get enough of looking at his face
. his eyes, which were beautiful even when closed, his hair that was so unbelievably soft and shiney, and each of his little moles and freckles, which looked as if someone had placed them all individually along his face.
. and then there was his nose, god that cute little button nose.
. without putting much thought into it, you bring your face down to his, pressing down a soft kiss on his nose.
. “what are you- NO HAHAHA STOP THAT” he says while opening his eyes
. you shoot him a warm smile while looking down at him.
. “you have the cutest nose ever babe, have I ever told you that?”
. he giggled and a vague blush appeared on his cheeks.
. “well- no” he sits up straight and pulls you up against his chest.
. you try getting in a few more kisses on his face, one on his cheek, another on his nose again, but before you can continue he traps you in a bear hug.
. “hey! I wasn’t done yet” you say, pouting.
. he laughs. “it tickles!! plus, it’s your turn now.” he says while getting a strand of hair out of your face, and he begins to scatter kisses all over your face and neck
. he was right, it does really tickle, but right as you were about to tell him to stop, he presses his lips against yours, keeping you from saying anything.
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The brother’s reaction to having a shy s/o who is inexperienced
Genre: fluff
Warnings: none
Lucifer:
he was really subtle about liking you at first
until he found out that you like him back
then, all bets were off
he acted so cockily and confident
well, more than usual, that is
he was all about flirting and being touchy
teasing you constantly
when you two actually started dating, he was surprisingly pretty slow about going about things
you guessed it was because he hasn’t been serious about anyone in a while
a fiery blush came to your cheeks when you first held hands and he thought it was the cutest thing ever to see you so flustered
when he finally decided to kiss you, he notices you dodge his attempts
the first time it happened, he got the message and didn’t try again for a long while
he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, after all
when he tries again though and you still refuse him, he decides to talk to you about it
he’s absolutely 100% okay with waiting but he just wants to know why
does he scare you or make you nervous? Are you not as attracted to him as you thought?
when you confess that you’re nervous to be affectionate with him in fear of messing up, he’s confused
“Darling, I don’t care how good or bad you are. That’s what I’m here for. I’ll teach you all that you need to know,” he purrs suggestively into your ear
when you finally do kiss, he can tell you’re inexperienced but the kiss alone was enjoyable because it was done with you
Mammon:
it took him all of two seconds to try to first kiss you when you started dating
when you dodged it though, he felt his heart break a little
you’re his human now, right? So why can’t he show you how much he likes you?
true to Mammon manner, he throws a fit without really thinking about it
“Why won’t ya let me kiss ya? ‘U’re my partner, aren’t ya? I should be allowed to kiss ya!” he whines
as much as he wanted to kiss you, he was okay with waiting if that’s what you wanted
he’s just dramatic
when you teared up at his words though, his mind instantly shuts off and he doesn’t know what to do
“Yeah, ‘u’re right. I’m not being a good partner. I’m sorry,” you apologize, tears starting to fall down your face
he gapes at this, his heart beating faster when he realizes that he’s the cause of your tears
“What? No! You’re perfect! Stop crying! If ya don’t wanna kiss me yet, ya don’t have to!” he shouts
you sniffle and wipe at your cheeks, still not making eye contact with him
“Really?” you ask unsurely, thinking he’s just saying that to make you stop crying
you see his feet come into your view and then feel his hands on your cheeks, fear shooting through you when you think he’s going to try to kiss you anyway
“(Y/n), ya know how much I...like ya. I don’t want to make ya do something that ya don’t wanna do...”
you sniffle again, a smile slowly coming to your face as you look up at him
“Thank you, Mammon. This means a lot to me,” you thank softly
he huffs and shoves you into his chest, your arms coming around him for a tight hug
“Yeah, whatever, human,” he grumbles, failing to hide his blush from you
Levi:
he’s just as nervous as you are
yeah, he’s been around hundreds and hundreds of years but that doesn’t mean he’s all that experienced
he prefers hiding in his room to play video games and watch anime rather than going out and actually talking to all the normies
you make him want to leave his room though
he wasn’t exactly subtle about having feelings for you
then again, you weren’t the best at hiding it either
all of the brothers constantly tease you both
so, when you finally do get together, neither of you make a move to even hold hands
the most you do for a while is hug, to be honest
as time went by and you two got more comfortable around each other, he finally worked up the nerve to hold your hand
both of you had blushes the entire time though
it took him even longer to try to kiss you for the first time
when you avoided it though, he freaked out
“Sorry! Ugh, I knew I shouldn’t have tried that! I really am sorry! I didn’t mean to—”
he stops when you tighten your grip on his hand, his throat seizing up a bit at the extra pressure
are you going to dump him?
“I’m sorry. It’s not you. I’m just so afraid of messing this up...” you confess
cue confused Levi™️
“What? Why would you think that?” he asks as he turns to face you more now that he knows you’re not revolted by him
after you explain everything to him, he smiles softly at you and turns you to face him
“Hey, I don’t care about that. You’re talking to me, after all. There are plenty of things I haven’t done and I’m nervous to try. I want to try them with you though. For you,” he says softly, his free hand lightly cupping your cheek
you smile brightly at him now as you give him a hug
“Thank you, Levi.”
Satan:
he was really calm about the entire thing
well, other than when you would do something beyond cute and he’d just get so flustered
when he realized he liked you, he didn’t hesitate to ask you out once he ‘confirmed’ that you liked him back
when you said yes, he was beyond ecstatic
he practically dragged you to your first date right away
he held your hand easily, not noticing how you tensed up at the gesture before slowly relaxing into it
when he tried to kiss you after your first date though, you retreated from his face
he visibly deflates at the denial but he doesn’t push it
you two did just start dating, after all. Maybe you’re just not ready yet
and he’s okay with that
“Goodnight, (Y/n),” he whispers before kissing the back of your hand and leaving you at your door
he doesn’t try again until much later
when you do the same thing again though, he looks crestfallen
“(Y/n)...why won’t you let me kiss you?” he asks quietly, starting to become afraid that you didn’t actually like him anymore or that you’re scared of him
after hearing you explain that you’re afraid of messing up or that you’re not good enough for him, he looks heartbroken
“My love, don’t think so negatively about yourself. I want all of you, your faults and your downfalls included. I like you for who you are,” he says gently, cupping your hands with his
when he sees you smile, he pulls you into a hug
“Now that I know, I’ll wait as long as you want me to.”
Asmo:
we all know how affectionate this demon is
you two weren’t even dating yet before he tried making a move
when you shot him down or shied away from him, he just brushed it off
when he actually started liking you though, all of that stopped
he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable or nervous around him
he hated the thought of it
you, and everyone for that matter, noticed his change in behavior
he didn’t really bring anyone home anymore, he didn’t even really flirt with anyone that wasn’t you
it was freaking everyone out, honestly
well, everyone but you
it made you realize how serious his feelings for you are
so, when you two start dating, he’s ready to get things on the road
when he tries to kiss you though, you avoid it with a nervous gaze
this makes him just as nervous
does he still make you uncomfortable or anxious? are you worried about him cheating on you?
he let it go the first time, wanting to give you time to adjust to your new relationship with him
when he tried again though and you still avoided him, he just got more upset
“Why won’t you let me kiss you? Do I make you that uncomfortable?” he snaps without thinking about it
in his eyes, he’s been nothing but a loving, caring, and loyal boyfriend and you’ll barely cuddle him
everything comes to a stop when your eyes start watering though
“You’re right. I know. I’m such a bad partner. You can kiss me. Go ahead,” you concede, body shaking as you move closer to him
kissing you is what he’s been wanting but not like this
you clearly don’t want it
“What? No! Look at you! You’re shaking at even thinking about kissing me! I’m not going to force you to do it!” he shouts as he moves away from you
his yelling and denying you just makes you more nervous. You just keep messing up
“I’m sorry. I understand if you want to break up with me. I know you’re the avatar of lust. I’m such a bad partner. I can’t even kiss you,” you sob, your body shaking even more
he frowns at this, a pit forming in his stomach as he tries to figure out what to do
he sighs and moves to you, wrapping you in a hug and letting you sob into his chest
“Babe,” he calls out to you, getting no response. “Darling,” he tries again. “Sugar. Love bug. My honey bunches of oats,” he keeps going, the pet names getting more sickeningly sweet as he goes on
you start giggling at the fourth one, pulling away to look up at him
he smiles softly at you, his hands cupping your face and petting your hair as he speaks
“(Y/n), it doesn’t matter that I’m the avatar of lust. I want to be with you and if that means you don’t want to kiss me yet, then that’s okay. I’m sorry for shouting. I just thought you were still uncomfortable around me from how I used to act...” he confesses
your smile slips into a frown, your head starting to shake
“That’s not it at all. I just don’t want to mess this up. I really like you...” you confess
he smirks and kisses your cheek before saying, “Good because I like you even more.”
Beel:
my pure honey bunch sugar plum pumpyumpyumpkin sweetie pie cuppy cake gum drop schnookums schnookums baby cakes
I love this man so much I-
when he figures out he likes you, this demon can barely look at you without getting butterflies and a pink blush
when he finds out you like him too?
those butterflies turn into full-on birds and he swears he’s going to be sick
he gets so nervous around you after that
suddenly, things he used to do without thinking, he now overthinks about
you look so nice today. Should he tell you or will you be creeped out? He’s trying out this new recipe. Can he ask you to try it or is he pestering you? He needs help with his homework. Can he ask you or will you think he’s dumb or annoying?
MY POOR SWEET BABY
when you two get together, it helps him relax a lot
you wouldn’t be dating him if you didn’t like him, right?
takes him like three months to even hold your hand
after he first does it though, he ALWAYS holds your hand after that
he likes the feeling of your small hand in his
it takes him 47420959584 years to try to kiss you
he’s honestly so excited but also very nervous
he is constantly looking at your lips and imagining them against his
when he tries and you deny him, he thinks he might puke
“I’m sorry. I can’t,” you say softly
he swallows down his nerves and nods his head, moving away from you to give you space
“No, it’s okay. I understand.”
“But you don’t...” you mumble
what doesn’t he understand?
“Okay, then explain it to me?” he replies, it coming out more as a question that a statement
you sigh before explaining the situation
he smiles at your words though, thinking it’s kind of silly
“(Y/n), you don’t ever have to be worried when it comes to me. I care for you in ways that I can’t explain. If you aren’t ready to kiss me yet, then that’s completely fine. I want to kiss you only when you’re ready,” he reassures before giving your forehead a kiss
Belphie:
you two were cuddling in bed before he even realized he liked you
once he did realize though, he became nervous around you
he didn’t show it though
he just started acting indifferent towards you
he wasn’t fooling anyone though
it was the little things that showed everyone that he cared for you
giving you his leftovers instead of Beel, pulling a blanket over you if you fall asleep on the couch, pulling a piece of fuzz from your hair with the utmost care, the list goes on
when you two started dating, nothing really changed at first
Belphie is bad at expressing himself, so cuddling with you was already a big step for him
when you two move up to hugging and hand-holding though, he slowly starts to open up more
one day, he finally goes to kiss you only for you to avoid it
he’s confused but it doesn’t really bother him all that much because he knows what it’s like to received unwanted affection
but wait
why would his affection be unwanted? He’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?
he softly asks you about it, letting you know that he’s not upset in any way. He’s just confused
once you explain that you’re afraid of messing up, he chuckles a little as he pulls you into a hug
“Now why would you ever be afraid of something like that? You know that I like you. Both of us will make plenty of mistakes but we are a couple so we will work on them and improve together,” he coos at you
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Hi I love your blogand your writinh so much it's so good!
Could I request a shoto/denki and toga x chubby reader (if you're not comfortable writing with toga you can just to denki and shoto) thanks!
Fortunately for you, anon, I did them all! (and it's kinda long, so my bad lol) Also, there's mention of insecurity in Toga's, but it quickly turns to fluff. As always, please enjoy!
Denki
-Believe it or not, Denki was nervous to confess to you because he was afraid of being rejected. You’re so cute and cool and that he was sure there’s no way you actually returned his feelings. It was worth a shot, tho. So imagine his joy when you said you felt the same way :)
-Rants about you all the time to his friends, to the point where they feel like they know you personally before you’ve even met. They also get to hear all the tmi stories about what the two of you do alone, because he can’t help himself (if they don’t walk away first, lol).
-He knew you looked squishy before, but couldn’t believe how soft your skin was when he finally got to hold you. It was almost unfair. He often finds himself caressing your skin mindlessly whenever you’re close together, hand always ghosting across your arm or hand (or your thigh ;) ).
-Lays back on you to play video games, his head cushioned by your pillowy chest and the rest of his body situated between your legs as you watch him play. Play in his hair or rub his arms and he will fall asleep. The tingly feeling he gets when cuddling with you is his favorite kind of electricity.
-Zaps your butt “by accident”
-Easily flustered, but he tries to play it off with his cool act. Just kiss his cheek or tell him he’s handsome and watch him ramble about knowing he’s “irresistible” until he flushes red up to his ears.
-Denki can be pretty corny at times but he does have his serious moments, mostly when you two are alone together. He shows you what’s beneath his goofy facade, a boy with dreams and aspirations just like everyone else. After seeing this side of him, it’s a little irritating to hear people reduce him to an idiot (although he does have his moments 💀)
-Them thighs tho ��� “Dang babe, you been working out?” “Not really, Kaminari” He clucks his tongue. “Sheesh, imagine being that thicc...naturally” he says, shaking his head as if it were a shame.
-Truly believes he has the best s/o in the whole school. Does not take offense to being called a simp 🤷🏾♀️.
-Wasn’t aware of it at first, but became super attracted to people with your same body type. His eyes always lingered on them in public, and he couldn’t help but think they were kinda hot (sorry, y/n)
-Very affectionate, but loves to receive as much as give, so please give this man plenty of kithes and hugs, he gets the shakes if he doesn’t get his daily dose of Y/n love.
-Y’all are so silly together, always cracking jokes or giggling about something. You eventually develop a similar sense of humor, and have so many inside jokes people can’t decipher your conversation. If anybody has anything negative to say about y’all: Denki puts his hand over his earpiece and says to you (from right next to him) “Pikachu to Big Sexy, I’m picking up some negative vibes on the radar, do you copy?” And you, holding your hand up to your own ear, say “Affirmative, doing a diagnostic scan...it’s a hater, confirmed.” Cue the obnoxious laughter, lmaoo
-Never forgets the anniversaries or relationship milestones. He even remembers the date of yall’s first kiss, and thinks about it every time the date passes (although he wouldn’t tell you that tho, that would be too sappy, even for him).
Shoto
-The way you and Shoto became acquainted was a little unorthodox. You fell on him during a training session one day, and the feeling of your soft body pressed against his was a new experience for him, to put it mildly. Shoto stood up from it a changed man. Call it an awakening, if you will.
-You were a little put off by all his staring since that incident, thinking he didn’t like you despite all your profuse apologies. But after Izuku dropped hints that it was probably fascination rather than contempt, your relationship progressed smoothly from there (thanks mostly to your efforts, since Shoto had no clue how to approach you).
-Shoto still had a staring problem once y’all became official, too. Whenever you asked him what he was looking at, he was not ashamed to tell you exactly why: you are too fine not to stare (ok, maybe he didn’t say it exactly like that)
-Not overly affectionate in public, but has a tendency to always stand or sit close to you whenever he can. Just sharing the same space is intimate to him.
-Sharing a bowl of soba noodles 💕
-Buys you expensive gifts all the time, and loves to see you using them. Especially if it’s clothes, it’s like a piece of him is always with you even when you’re not together (plus, it shows you’re all his ;) ).
-Now, I’m gonna tell y’all a little secret. It’s pretty shocking, so be warned: Shoto sometimes pretends to be oblivious when you hint at wanting affection, just to make you beg for it. Maybe you brush your hand against his, and he moves it. Or maybe he saw you lean for a kiss and he casually turns the other way just to hear you complain. He likes it, makes him feel wanted.
-Devious, I know, but just get even 😏
-When y’all are alone, he loves when you hold him close and just sit there, peacefully enjoying each other’s presence. He also likes to lay on your lap while reading a book or watching tv with you, slowly nodding off as you comb your fingers through his hair.
-Obsessed with you, but not in an unhealthy way, it’s just that you’ve become such a big part of his life that he kinda...thinks about you all the time. Shoto is canonically not very talkative, but I think that with you, he’d open up more about his true thoughts and feelings. So when he shoots you that blank stare when his classmates are up to some bull, you know exactly what it means.
-Also revels in knowing you that well, too. He’d flex how much he knows about you to the other people and sometimes unintentionally embarrasses you in the process
-For example: “Here Y/n, a cherry popsicle just for you!” Shoto immediately hands you some napkins before adding “Y/n doesn’t usually eat cherry popsicles, they always drop the red juice on their clothes.” Like gee, good looking out Shoto...thanks for telling the whole class I can’t eat without messing up my clothes 💀. He’s sweet tho, he has good intentions.
Toga
-She made it very clear from the beginning that she liked you, and with how smitten she was, who were you to refuse her (aggressive) advances?
- She thought your plump figure was just so cute, one of the cutest things she’d ever seen, and she quickly developed an unhealthy obsession with squeezing your chub.
-When you two are together, Toga is always attached to you in some way, whether she’s hanging off your arm or has her arms looped around your shoulders.
-Starts to eat the same foods you eat, borrow your clothes all the time, listen to your favorite artists, whatever way she could become closer to you
-Writes you love letters or sends you cute text messages all the time, you’re always on her mind, even when she’s on missions. “My Y/n is wayy cuter than you! Let’s get this over quick so I go back to them, ok? 🥰 🔪🔪”
-I know y’all were waiting for this...she most definitely uses her quirk on you. Toga loves you so much, she wants to become you. So one day, you finally allow her to give it a try.
-She tells you to close your eyes, and when she gives you permission to open them, you find yourself staring...yourself in the face. And you do not like it 🤢. There’s something so strange about seeing yourself in 3rd person, in all dimensions. Is this how you look to her, all the time? You quickly lose interest in this little charade, looking everywhere but at yourself as Toga prances around doing sexy poses in your body and giggling. However, when she sees your reaction, she stops.
- “Hm? What’s wrong, Y/n?” she asks with a tilt of (your) her head. You glance at yourself, then look away again. “This is so weird. I don’t like looking at myself” you say, grimacing at the slight bounce and jiggle of your body when she walks toward you.
-In Toga’s eyes, you were absolutely adorable. In fact, she was getting a little hot and bothered just taking peeks at herself (you) in the mirror. She’s used to feeling you up for sure, but being you was a whole other experience. Though, she can understand your insecurity. After all, it’s hard to live in a world that constantly tells you your true self is abnormal. She knows from experience.
-So, she comes up to you with a flirty grin on her face...and starts showering you with kisses, in your body! You start to protest, weirded out by the feeling of your own lips on your cheeks but she would not relent. Toga was determined to show you what being loved (by you) felt like from her perspective, with your irresistible “imperfections” and all 💕
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So I’ve been working on this for a little while now after a comment @supershiny-raven left on one of my post. I present to you:
How the others find out you and the turtles are dating.
Raphael entered the Lair with you in his arms. His brothers stumbling by him, Leonardo actually tripping.
The gang had gone to drink at Vern’s fancy penthouse, a round of drinks had turned to four and before anybody had common sense he had broken out his fancy wine collection.
That had truly been everyone’s undoing.
Yours as well.
Raphael the tank had pretty much only gotten buzzed, even more so upon seeing your state he figured he needed to somehow get you and everyone else home safe and in one piece.
“Where do we dump Donnie?” April had one of his arms slung over her shoulder while Mikey had his other, they had quickly found out the purple banded terrapin was a fan of wine. “Whatever is flat and comfortable, you think you can manage him and Leo?” Raphael nudged his older brother who had dozed off while resting against the couch.
“Yeah yeah brah, we totally-“ He unceremoniously let his brother fall on the nearest cot, poor April taken along for the ride. “Shit, sorry girly”
Raph shook his head, you groaned stirring awake and tightening your hold on him. Raph was basically carrying you with one arm beneath your rear. Making his way towards his room he gently placed you on his bed and set about the task of removing your shoes. “Hey hey mister, I got a boyfriend” You squinted at the large terrapin at the end of the bed.
“Yeah I heard, lucky guy gets to put ya drunk ass to bed, where’s your makeup bag baby?” He got up when you half hazardously pointed at the dresser.
Pushing yourself up a little on your elbows you watched him gather your face creams and a pack of makeup wipes. He sat back down but next to you and motioned towards his lap. “C’mere, let’s get your face off” You giggled when he manhandled you onto his thigh and took out the wipes. Slowly and in the most excruciatingly loving way Raphael set out to wipe off your makeup. Each stroke removing foundation and eyeshadow, you mumbled something he somehow understood in your inebriated state. “Yeah yeah I got ya kid” With all the careful dexterity he developed over time, he gently removed your eyelashes.
“Somebody has been paying attention” You giggled, feeling the buzz in your body shift into grogginess. Raphael looked inside the bag, adding some cream to your face to hydrate it. He examined his work, a lazy smile as he caressed your face. It felt bizarre he could actually do this, touch a beautiful girl and do something so silly as help them out with their face routine. The two of you had been rather quiet about your relationship, enjoying it all to yourselves.
“Ya were the cutest drunk at that party” He ran his knuckles across your chin, You smiled sleepily lifting up enough to catch his lips in a languid kiss.
The door creaked open and there stood April, her own slightly drunk face breaking out into a sweet smile. The two pairs of eyes that landed on her read ‘get out’ and ‘keep your mouth shut’ slowly April backed up nodding with a giggle.
Then there was a ruckus of what Raphael only assumed was April tripping and Leo drunkly laughing his ass off.
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Michelangelo
Oh he was screwed.
So insanely screwed.
How could he misplace something he kept on his person so diligently?
Mikey turned over everything he could in his room, currently he had done just that with the mattress but to no avail.
His phone was missing.
His phone with that very scandalous polaroid you’d taken for him.
Mikey had nearly passed out when you gifted him the picture and to his delight he had stuck the polaroid on the back of his phone in its clear phone case. He kept his phone on him all the time, sure he’d have to be a little sneaky about placing it down but he could manage.
Now though? He was about to have a coronary.
Okay, currently in this disaster there was no trace of it. This meant he’d have to scavenge the living room.
Where his family was.
Mikey swallowed and scurried out with a silent prayer that it would there.
Raphael and Leonardo were currently watching a basketball game. They seemed pretty engrossed and perhaps wouldn’t notice that he was scouring the ends of the earth for his actual girlfriend’s literal boobs. He peaked aglance at the couch, his large brothers had to take up so much space to make it worse.
“What are you looking for?” Came Donnie’s voice from the kitchen. The orange banded turtle froze, he tried giving him a nonchalant shrug. “Just checking how I can give Raph a wedgie ya know” Donnie raised a brow ridge, mug of coffee to his lips.
“I double dare ya numbnuts, the Knicks are down ten points and I’m pissed” Raph grunted as the opposing team landed another shot and Leo sighed exasperated with the outcome. His eldest brother got up thankfully which allowed him to take a look at the that side of the sofa. To his dread but relief there wasn’t anything.
Where the fuck was his phone?!
“Hey snot face, can ya order a pizza?” Raph grumbled as the game seem to worsen, a pizza could fix up his mood. Mikey frozen, mouthing a series of ‘shit shit shit’ as he frantically looked around.
“Oh man that would fix this terrible game, can you order it with extra bacon too?” Leo went straight to the fridge to grab something to drink. “Order some cheesy sticks too will you?” Donnie asked as he poured himself another mug of coffee.
Yes all of this sounded wonderful and his stomach did grumble but
HIS GIRLFRIENDS BOOBS.
Raph had scooted further to grab his own soda from the coffee table and just as he did he saw his phone. Relief washed over him but to his immense dismay and terror, the back of his phone was facing up. Which means the clear case he had was displaying the infamous polaroid he had been gifted.
You had simply asked him one thing.
‘Please don’t let your brothers see my tits’
It all felt slow motion, his eyes going wide, his hand diving to the couch and just as he did, Raph’s quick reflexes kicked in unfortunately and he turned to grab his youngest brothers wrist. “Ya ain’t giving me a wedgie man!!”
Raph’s eyes followed Mikey’s hand and then his eyes bugged out.
“Why are there titties on the sofa?!” Raph made for the phone but only got a face full of pillow cushion. He snatched the phone before it could be grabbed by anybody else. The red banded brute grinned as his brother hugged the phone to his chest. “Advert your gaze you perv!” Mikey all but shrieked.
“I’m not the one walking around with a titty pic as my phone cover” Raph grinned, just to make matters worse Leo and Donnie had gathered.
“Mikey why are you walking around with a random porn pic on your phone cover” Came Donnie’s disapproving tone.
“It’s a polaroid” Was all Raph needed to say.
The silence that fell was brief, then a series of ‘ooh’s’ sounded off and Mikey all but frowned and felt his cheeks heat up.
“No way! That can’t be...” Leo was incredulous. The relationship between Mike and you had remained rather on the down low. It was fun, a little secret away from the world that could stay between the two of you.
“Mikey, are you and y/n a thing?” Donnie asked exactly what the rest wanted to know but Mikey dreaded to answer. He sighed dramatically and tucked his phone into his pocket, shooting Raph a glare as his green eyes followed the motion.
“Listen dudes she made me promise that nobody would see that picture and I’ve already broken that cardinal rule thanks to this jerk face” He frowned at Raph, who in turn rolled his eyes.
“Well maybe keep the picture in your wallet or your room?” Leo sipped his soda with a matter of fact tone.
“Or as a background on your phone cause honestly man” Donnie smiled to himself when Mikey shot him an incredulous look. “Why’d she give you that?” Raph inquired sneakily with a smirk.
“For our three month anniver- AH YOU DICK” Mikey huffed out as Raph began to laugh, it was so easy to trick Mikey when one played their cards right.
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Donatello
Investigating could take a toll on anybody, even if by all means you weren’t a detective it still didn’t mean you wouldn’t find yourself researching and investigating crime. It seems to be part of the job description when you befriend four giant crime fighting terrapins.
In away you could help, you did.
Everyone had huddled around the living room, the coffee table littered with pictures, clues and all sorts of pieces of evidence that could possibly lead to the culprit they were trying to catch. You had set down a stack of papers, eyes already screaming for a break. Leo and Casey were at the kitchen talking, Casey had just clocked out and was reporting back what the nights investigations had gathered. Raph and Mikey were checking out the pictures Casey had brought over and Donnie naturally was researching on a laptop he’d placed there.
You had nudged him to come over and join the huddle, and secretly you just wanted him close. The two of you were dating, quietly and unannounced, but in those first few stages of just wanting to be glued to one another it was a little difficult to do said glueing.
On a few occasions with prying eyes preoccupied with their investigating, you had reached over to rub his cheek, his sleepy eyes spoke greatly of how tired he felt. Donnie had been at this already for a while, you’d been there with him along the way.
With a stretch of his arms, Donnie yawned and rolled his neck. The clock on your phone read 3:45am, he was due for a nap at the very least. “Why don’t you lie down, I can keep helping out here” You reached over again and took off his glasses, he smiled tiredly but shook his head. “I’m fine, I can keep going” Despite his entire body language screaming otherwise, Donnie would always soldier on.
By the time another hour passed, people consumed enough Coffee to give themselves an additional pulse (and somebody committed the mistake of giving Mikey said coffee) the investigation had died down. A few walls were hit but a few leads had come from it as well. Everyone was ready to call it a night (or morning).
Casey yawned, twisting his neck to let out a few pops. “Okay who’s staying and who’s coming with me?” By the sounds of April softly snoring against an equally happily snoring Raph, it seemed she would stay. Casey had a few hours of sleep to catch on before heading for his next shift and you had to preoccupy yourself with the same before tackling a night shift at your job. Donnie’s tired eyes expressed how he wanted you to stay over but he knew work was closer to your place.
“I guess I’m carpooling with you” You told Casey, already grabbing your jacket and bag. A quick hug to Leo and Mikey, a bow to a recently awaken Splinter and you were next to Donnie.
He’d been sitting on the kitchen table, arms crossed and looking closer to being k.o’d.
It was the sleep deprivation honestly, on both your behalves.
Because you had spread your arms for a hug and so had he, but your face had met in the middle and before either of your foggy brains could comprehend what was happening you had smooched him.
On the lips.
For about a minute.
Minute and a half honestly.
You both froze, the awake members of the family staring with raised brows. Donnie furrowed his brows, lips pursed in a thin line, you still had your own in a kissing motion.
“Well at least we solved one mystery tonight” Spoke Mikey with a snicker, Leo nudged him.
Donnie sighed by shrugged. “Not exactly how I wanted to announce this so yup, I’m her boyfriend, she’s my girlfriend, please hold all inquires for a later time when I’m actually awake” He pulled you in again for a hug, and another kiss (greedy boy) and instructed Casey to deliver you home safely.
With a blush but albeit happy look on your face you waved everyone off.
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Leonardo
Keeping a relationship quiet had never proven to be so difficult. Truthfully it came easier when the circle of people surrounding you was bigger, but a close knit one? Everyone suddenly had the powers of observation up to God level.
But Leo’s ninja skills were God level too and you knew how to keep your trap shut and not sigh like a love struck teenager every second you saw him. So it had gone good, real good for a while. The thrill of maybe sharing an intimate kiss while others we’re around was a sensation you never expected to enjoy. When it was time to leave, Leo would ‘walk you’ home safely and by ‘miracle’ run into a few thugs on his way back.
Because there’s no reason a brisk ten minute walk to your apartment should turn into an hour and a half.
Raph wasn’t buying but cared little to stick his nose into it. Donnie was too busy to bother. Mikey had an idea but decided due to bro code not to voice it.
His father though?
Splinter knows what’s going on because well, he’s Splinter. You live long enough with four giant sons all with their unique personalities and traits, you pick up a thing or two about parenting pretty easily.
And Splinter is a phenomenal parent.
Both Father and Mother to his sons.
So naturally he’s irked that his eldest is sneaking out at odd hours and trying to conceal his return. Because Splinter feels that out of all four, Leo has always been the most open with him. Once Raph hit those pre-pubescent mood swings, Donnie began to teach himself all matter of subjects and Mikey was too busy trying to set a new record of heart attacks to give his father while skateboarding; Leo always remained the same.
Even with all the acolytes Leo has achieved in his ninjutsu training, he still had his hiccups and his father would never spare the opportunity to turn into a teaching moment.
So when Leo had kissed you passionately on his way out of your window, you still in nothing but the skin that he had dedicated a fair amount of time in kissing and bitting. He thought he was being slick, he thought he was going to ninja his way into the Lair, into the showers and straight to his bed.
What he didn’t account for was his father waiting up on him. A mug of hot tea on the kitchen table and hands clasps together in what Leo recognized all to well as ‘Dad Mode’.
He’d been caught with the proverbial hand in the cookie jar. His gear was half hazardously on, mask slipped down around his neck and for Christ sake he was holding a shoe. It was 6:30am and he smelled like a girl, a pretty girl no less. The jig was up, especially when his dad motioned for him to come forth and seat opposite him at the kitchen table.
“Dad I can ex-“ Splinter held up a finger and pushed the mug of tea towards his disheveled eldest son.
“My son, I am not angry” Which was truthful, he wasn’t, in fact he was ecstatic that Leo had found somebody, somebody good and somebody that loved him for he has. Long ago he had accepted the pain that his sons would not find suitable partners and the ache it would come with for them. But here was Leo, nervous and trying to adjust his clothing because he’d been with a woman, a woman he clearly loved.
“I like y/n, she is kind, thoughtful and caring to us” Splinter emphasized each trait with a tap of a long nail on the table. “She should be treated with respect, I hope I have instilled that teaching unto you, a lady is to be respected Leonardo” Leo nodded at his fathers words, he nodded and prayed that the underwear he had stuffed into his pockets wouldn’t magically transport on the table to further humiliate him.
“So please my son, do not lie to me, do not come home late in this state and not expect me to know what has transpired” Dad voice was on, coupled with the sympathetic eyes though, man Splinter was good at this shit.
Leo hung his head, clearly ashamed of his dishonorable doings. “Hai, sensei” Even as an adult being scolded by his father never stopped hurting.
“And please do tell her that there isn’t anything hide, she is welcomed in our home, I would not mind getting to know my future daughter in law a little bit more” Splinter enjoyed the way his son nearly choked on his tea.
“Perhaps I can tell her a few anecdotes of your growing up” He smiled when Leo looked at him with pleading eyes. “I believe I have a few embarrassing ones she will find most delightful” He stood up and placed a hand on his sons broad shoulder. “I’m sorry dad, sorry for sneaking around and not telling you” He was earnest in his words and Splinter bowed his head.
“I know, thank you Leonardo” He walked away, hands behind his back.
Leo sighed and pulled out his phone, shooting you a quick text.
-so my dad wants to formally meet you... as in introduce you as my girlfriend.
It felt nice to hit send on that message.
#tmnt bayverse#tmnt Leonardo#tmnt Raphael#tmnt Michelangelo#tmnt Donatello#Leonardo#Raphael#Donatello#Michelangelo#tmnt Leo#tmnt Donnie#tmnt Raph#tmnt Mikey#fluff#comedy#slightly ns*w
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sleepy angel. (c.h.)
Can I please request some cute corpse husband fluff. I really want something adorable and cute with him. Like playing with the readers hair and cuddles and that. -anon
okay yall i hope this isn’t too weird but i saw a tiktok abt it and thought it was the cutest thing ever and just— i needed to write about it. pretty short but i’m just getting back into writing sorryyyy
please check out the warnings!!
playlist
the licks - lavender kiss
wet bandits - movies as friends
puma blue - want me
dre’es - warm
daniel ceasar - get you
summary: reader is feeling a little cuddly but doesn’t want to disturb Corpse during his stream. who knew the floor could be so comfortable?
word count: 944
WARNINGS: she/her pronouns used, dom/sub undertones???, basically you sit on the floor and he plays with your hair pls don’t read if uncomfy with stuff like that
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You didn’t consider yourself a clingy girlfriend.
No, not at all.
It wasn’t clingy to want to be around your favourite person at all times, just to be sure that they’re safe and happy and not too stressed, right? Just to be sure.
Well, that’s what you told yourself anyway as you crawled out of bed and shuffled toward your boyfriend’s office where he was currently streaming. He probably still had a few hours left, but your skin was itching to feel his touch. You had already spent the past couple hours smothering yourself in his hoodie and comforter, reveling in his addicting smell. Though, even with the soft plush completely surrounding you, you couldn’t shake the feeling of just needing to be near him.
You shouldn’t distract him— that was the last thing he needed when he was already so anxious during streams, but it couldn’t hurt to just sit with him, right? It may even be relaxing to have you there, just keeping him company.
Pushing open the door to his office slowly, you peeked in through the crack, eyes immediately spotting that messy mop of black hair only illuminated by the monitor’s light in front of it. You found it odd at first, that he liked playing in the dark, but realized how much smaller it made the room feel therefore being more comforting to him. Finally gathering all your nerve, you pushed the door open and slipped inside the dark room quickly shutting it behind you. You felt kinda creepy, hiding in the shadows and against the walls of the room but you didn’t want to scare him at a bad point in the game and embarrass him in front of his audience. Watching his monitor from over his shoulder, you thought of a plan as you waited for the round to end. You didn’t want to distract him, so sitting in his lap was a big no; glancing downward though, a grin began to pull at you lips as you finally figured it out.
The game went on for maybe another minute or so before the ending screen played and all the characters began transporting back into the lobby— it was go-time. Silently slinking down to your hands and knees, you slowly crawled over to the side of the chair before hooking your chin over his thigh and gazing up at him. You felt his body jerk slightly at the pressure on his thigh, his gaze shooting down from the monitor and locking onto yours as you grinned at him from the floor. He gaped at you for a second before his hand shot out to mute his mic.
“Baby, what-“
“Just wanna be with you,” You could hear the confusion in his tone before you cut him off with your quiet mumble, sighing softly and closing your eyes as you settled in your place, hands folding to rest in your lap as to not accidentally reach out and wrap around his leg as well. Though, as the room settled into silence your brow furrowed as you lifted your chin off of his thigh to look up at him, mind beginning to race with the thought of making him uncomfortable. “Is... Is that okay? I’m sorry I should’ve-“
“No, no it’s okay bunny, I was just surprised.” It was his turn to cut off your nervous rambling just as you began to spiral, his hand coming down to rest against your jaw tilting your gaze back up until it locked with his again. His eyes drifted over your face as you looked up at him with probably the most lovesick expression painted all over your face, nuzzling into the warmth of his hand. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as you settled your chin back over his thigh, sighing in content. Your eyes were fluttering closed when he spoke up again. “Are you sure you’re okay down there?”
A soft hum was your only response as you shuffled closer to him, finally giving in and wrapping your arms around his calf; he tensed for a moment and you were just about to unravel yourself from him again when he relaxed before a large hand found it’s place atop your head. You could practically feel yourself melt into him as he began to card his fingers through your hair, another soft hum escaping your lips in content as his nails scratched along your scalp. Chuckling softly, he leaned back toward him set up and reached for his mic, the hand in your hair still carding slowly through your locks causing you to shiver every so often when his rings ran along your skin.
“Hey, sorry, (Y/N) just needed to ask me something.” You giggled softly as he lied right through his teeth to his stream-mates. It was harmless though, just a little funny; you couldn’t hear them anyway. Even if you could though, all you could focus on was the hand running continuously over your head despite the game starting up again.
“Nah just what I want to eat, we can literally never decide what to have…” His words trailed off of your focus as your body relaxed even further into his. The soothing motion of his hand beginning to lull you to sleep no matter how much you tried to fight it off. His thumb began to run along the cheek that wasn’t smushed against his thigh as you floated in and out of consciousness, his touch so gentle you’d begin to think you’re made of glass. You could barely make out his mumbled words as his soft touches finally plunged you in the depths of sleep.
“Sweet dreams, princess”
•••
When your eyes fluttered open again they were immediately met with pitch black, which would’ve startled you if not for the solid form resting halfway on top of your body; your mouth pulling into a wide grin as you felt the slow breaths of your person warm the crook of your neck. Reaching toward your nightstand, you pat around blindly until your hand lands on your phone— as much as you didn’t want to move, you didn’t know how much time has passed since you had joined Corpse in his office. Squinting as the light from your phone flooded the room, you quickly turned down the brightness before looking at the time, confirming that you definitely didn’t have anywhere to be for at least the next few hours.
However, as you continued to stare down at your phone you began to scroll through the seemingly never-ending mentions, you only became more and more confused. Finally biting the bullet and tapping on one it immediately opened your screen to Corpse’s Instagram— but more importantly, a picture of you.
There you were, completely relaxed face smushed against his thigh as you slept soundly, but that wasn’t all. That signature hand had taken it’s place carding through your hair just as he did to lull you to sleep. Your heart was already fluttering as you stared at the photo on your screen but you think it might’ve stopped as your eyes caught the caption.
corpsehusband: “sleepy angel”
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@.valkyrae: was this during the stream? omg corpse you liar
@.sykkuwu: u guys are so cute
@.jacksepticeye: SIMP
@.bretmanrock: jealous 🙄 corpse baby i thought we had something
@.tinakitten: okay loverboy
•••
hey guys long time no see! i was gonna make a post abt why i was gone for so long but i think that’d be overkill. i’m okay now and i’m very excited to keep writing for you!
i think i’m gonna branch out to other fandoms as well but idk yet. i’m working through the requests in my inbox rn so i’m gonna do those first. gonna open up drabble requests too!
okay that’s it! thanks for reading as always, let me know what u think down below or in my asks! love you guys, hope you’re doin well <3
#peachyrequests#corpse husband x reader#corpse x reader#corpse husband x you#corpse x you#corpse imagine#corpse husband imagine
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