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etheries1015 · 3 months
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He finds you falling apart; in complete shambles, a sobbing mess.
Malleus
He isn't certain how to handle such strong emotions, he doesn't know what to do when he finds you sobbing in the garden. As the tears fall down your cheeks and you mutter apologies to the fae, All he can do is sit next to you and kindly offer his shoulder and words of comfort, waiting for you to calm down so he may ask what is causing your soul such misery.
He hopes you will communicate what it is he could do to assist you. If a hug is what you need, he shall provide. If silence is what you wish for, he will grant it as such. If you are in dire need of a distraction, he knows a place you will adore while he speaks about its history. He is not the type to simply assume what will help in this situation- he will awkwardly hover until you guide him to the best possible course of action.
You must expect to find new trinkets and shiny objects to come your way for the next week- he wants to make it abundantly clear he wishes for you to smile once more, and he hopes to achieve that by his little gifts.
"My dearest, what causes these tears to flow so heavy from your eyes? Whatever it may be, I shall be by your side and face it with you, for you needn't suffer alone. Now tell me, who do I need to confront for stealing your precious smile away from me?"
Lilia
Lilia had known the ins and outs of emotions fairly well. He could easily read people- you were no exception. He understands immediately if you need a hug, to be left in peace, or to be endlessly pampered. Upon hearing your painful wails of sorrow, he was quick to react.
Any attemps at apologizing to him for your sobs were fallen upon deaf ears. You were quickly chastised for those "sorrys" and were engulfed in his embrace, his hand stroking your hair or rubbing circles on your back gently with a tune of old escaping his lips. He had used this method for his inconsolable children in the past, and he found it just as effective for adults as well.
Even thanking the fae for being there for you was also quickly shut down. He insists that you need not thank or apologize to him for your tears, for you were important to him thus it was a requirement he be there in your time of misery. You felt comfortable talking to him about your woes, the red eyed fae listening intently whilst brewing you tea, setting up video games, or cooking you a meal (you didn't have much of the energy to reject this offer, he was doing it purely out of concern for your being. Crying takes a lot of of someone, he must do his due diligence and be certain you are properly sustained!)
"Ah...it pains me to see such tears. Remember, time moves forward, and you shall prevail past this little bump in the road, my little bat. Would you like to talk to me about it? I give good advice, if I do say so myself! Or shall we change the pace and play some games? I am not moving from this spot until you are smiling and laughing again!"
Kisses, cuddles, and comfort <3
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strangersmunsons · 2 months
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Eddie, My Love! eddie munson x reader // valentine's day special series Day 1 Prompt: Flowers 💐 ~ 1,000 words Eddie surprises you with a bouquet of flowers.
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You sigh as you trudge to the front door, stomping the excess snow off of your boots before entering the house. After a long, cold day, all you really want is to curl up on the couch with a cup of hot tea. 
All your outerwear is stripped off and hung, melted snow dripping little puddles on the hardwood floor. You quickly change into a pair of comfier clothes, seat yourself in the living room, and flick the TV on.
You’ve made it halfway through one episode of mind-numbing television when the front door pushes open again.
Eddie’s here.
You’re still getting used to that. There used to be someone, then for a long time there wasn’t anyone, and then Eddie came into your life, which meant that someone was…here, again.
He looks handsome, as he always does, when he comes in and finds you. He’s all warm, dimpled smile and puppy eyes, and the bit of scruff he neglected to shave off gives you a delightful scratch when he leans down and kisses you hello.
One hand is carrying a crinkly plastic bag, which he holds firmly behind his back, while the other hand softly cups your cheek. 
“Hey,” he says quietly, rubbing his nose lightly against yours.  
“Hi,” you whisper back, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Did you stay warm today?”
“I did. Had my hand warmers and everything,” he reassures you. 
You give him a little squeeze. “Good.”
He kisses your cheek. “By the way, I have something for you,” he says slyly, straightening back up. 
You blink, confused. “Oh?”
He pulls the bag out from behind his back, holding whatever the object is from its bottom. Then he bunches the plastic down around his fist, so you can get a clear look at what’s inside.
Eddie is holding a bouquet of flowers. 
It’s a mix of large and small blooms, ranging in color from white to pale pink to deep maroon. Some are roses, and you guess at the others. You think the small ones might be baby's breath, and the larger ones, dahlias, perhaps? You’re not sure. Whatever they are, they’re beautiful.
You simply stare at the fragrant blossoms, lips slightly parted.
“Sweetheart?” Eddie asks gently. “You good?”
“Yes,” you manage, an awestruck smile slowly unfurling across your face. “Those are for me?”
Eddie laughs kindly. “Of course they are,” he teases. “You see anyone else in here?”
A wave of unexpected emotion washes over you, and a lump rises in your throat. You rub at your temple with a shaky hand, embarrassed by your own intense reaction.
“No one I’ve been with has ever gotten me flowers before,” you admit.
Eddie visibly softens. “Well, I don’t know how that could be, but I’m honored to be the first.” He removes the grocery bag entirely and lets it drift to the floor, handing you the bouquet. “Thought it’d be appropriate for today.”
“Appropriate,” you murmur, sniffing delicately at a silky rose, eyes shining with happiness. “What do you mean?”
“Uhh…have you looked at the calendar today?”
Something in his voice snaps you out of your reverie, and you drag your gaze away from your pretty flowers to his amused expression. 
He cocks his head to the side. “It’s the 14th, baby.”
It takes a second, but it finally dawns on you. Your heart lurches.
“Oh my God,” you mumble. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize —”
Eddie cuts you off with a wave of his hand. “That’s okay. We don’t have to make a big deal out of it. I’ve been meanin’ to get you flowers at some point, anyway.”
His smile tells you that everything is okay. You decide to believe it.
You hold the bouquet delicately, handling it as though it were priceless. Eddie follows you into the kitchen, where you pull your only vase out from its place beneath the sink. You blow a speck of dust off the glass rim, and fill it with water.
Then, after carefully peeling the cellophane away from the bundle, you lay the flowers aside on the counter. 
“You have to cut the stems at an angle, so they absorb the water better,” you explain to Eddie as you rifle around the junk drawer for your kitchen shears.
Eddie watches your ministrations with tender affection. “Oh, yeah? How does that work?”
You pause your movements. “I don’t know, actually,” you confess. “That’s just what my mom taught me.”
You proceed with cutting away the excess stems, and move the flowers into the vase, trying to arrange them exactly as they were when Eddie presented them to you. When they look right, you place them in the center of your kitchen table.
“There.”
Eddie stands back and admires your handiwork. You step in front of him and move in close, so that your middles are nearly touching.
“Thank you, Eddie. They’re really beautiful.”
Your eyes are wide, desperate for him to understand the gravity of the gesture, and how very much it means to you. 
But he knows. He always knows.
He closes the space and pulls you in tight, wrapping his arms around you, so that his hands settle at the small of your back, fingers laced together so as to keep you there forever.
“Do you really like them? ‘Cause when I was at the store, I had a way bigger one at first. It was all huge red and pink flowers. And then a lady in the checkout line told me I should pick a different one, since carnations are apparently tacky.”
You press your face against his chest. “That’s silly. I’d like your carnations too, Eddie.”
“‘They’re filler flowers,’ is what she said.”
You chuckle at his disgruntled tone, and the sound muffled is against his t-shirt. “Nevermind her. And to answer your question, yes, I really like them. I love them.”
Eddie notches a finger under your chin and tilts your head upwards. “I love you,” he tells you for the first time, and presses a sweet kiss to your lips.
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thank you for reading!! xoxo Valentine's Day Special Masterlist
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luveline · 2 months
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Jade my dear I just had an idea for prince Steve… what if he got hurt (fencing or something??? honestly idk) & reader freaks out even though their relationship is fairly new? Or idk how your soulmate au works but maybe she can feel it too? Or idk!! I’d just love to see what you could do with that, but no pressure either way 🫶🏼
ty for requesting!! fem!reader, 1.1k
“Holy fuck!” Steve says, yanking his leg back from the doctor’s cold hands, and hurting his knee worse than ever. “Fuck!” 
“Steven,” she says with an eye roll, used to his lack of carefulness by now. 
“What the fuck.” 
“It’s not that bad. You haven’t even torn anything. It’s a sprain at worst.” 
“I will never walk again.” 
“Fingers crossed,” Robin says, kicking her legs up onto the end of his medical bed. Her hat slips down into her eyes, her naked knees red from ten minutes in the grass trying to persuade Steve into standing again. 
“It hurt so bad. Are you sure I can’t have morphine?” he asks. 
The doctor tightens the bandages one last time around Steve’s knee. “Absolutely not. I’ll make you a peppermint tea for the inflammation. You’ll be better by tomorrow.” 
It throbs evilly. Steve doesn’t believe even for a moment that his knee will be better by tomorrow, he can’t walk without help. “I want to see another doctor,” he decides. 
“Sure,” the doctor says. “Tomorrow.” 
Steve sinks down into the pillows unhappily. What kind of royal life is this? Nobody ever takes him seriously, they couldn’t care less that he’s injured, and now he’s doomed to sit inside for who knows how long in the suffocating heat and the smothering presence of his attendants. Worst day ever. 
“Where’s Y/N?” he asks, because if he’s going to suffer, he’s going to be spoiled about it. “I want to see her.” 
“She’s in her political etiquette class,” Robin says from under the hat, unmoving. 
“That’s dumb. She doesn’t like politics or etiquette. Can we have her pulled out?” 
“Sure, Steve, we’ll disrupt her entire day because you slipped on dry grass.” 
Steve tries to catch the eye of one of the serfs lining the room and by the door, but they’re smart to his ways, and they look away. He doesn’t care. He’s a prince. “Hello? Can someone go and get her, please?” 
They all stand still but uncomfortable for a moment, and then one says, “She’s coming down the hall as we speak, your highness.” 
“Aw, yes,” he says, propping up on his elbows to look out the doorway. There you are, in a pretty, breezy dress you aren’t used to wearing and your hair in one of the new fashions, silver bracelets tinkling on your wrist as you speed walk to the door.
“Hello,” you say, breathless, still shy despite having married him and kissed him more times than he can count (seventeen).
“Sweetheart,” he says, “I’ve been grievously harmed.” 
“They told me, and I–” You rub your index fingernail between the thumb and index of the other hand. “I can feel it,” you say, an embarrassed and adorable smile on your lips as you waver in the door. “Are you okay?”
“You have to sit down and have some morphine too,” he says quickly. 
“You aren’t having any morphine,” Robin says. 
You weave around servants and the dressing table to stand by his bed. He’s pleased to realise you want to sit hip to hip with him, moving over despite his screaming knee, and putting his arm behind you as you hoist yourself onto the bed. “Hello,” he says, audibly charmed by you as he kisses your cheek. He rubs the kiss with the back of his finger. “Didn’t hurt you too much, did I?” 
“It feels like I’ve had a cramp,” you say. “But it’s not– I can’t imagine how it feels for you.”
“I’m sorry to hurt you,” he says.
“Ew,” Robin grumbles, covering her face with skinny hands. 
“Sorry, Robin.” You wipe your forehead. “I freaked out.”
“Don’t say sorry to her,” Steve says, putting his hand on your hip just to watch you fluster, “she’s bitter. Let me rub your knee.”
“What about your knee? What did you even do?”
“I fell. A little. A minor fall.” 
“Will you be alright?” 
“Honey, I’m in agony, and they won’t treat me, and you’re sitting with me, so I’m already fine.” 
Confusion in your gaze melds to sweetness. You’re practically heart-eyed leaning into his side, wrapping your arm around his stomach. You rarely initiate hugs from fear of being overbearing, and he can’t believe his luck. He’ll be eating grass more often. 
“I can feel that you aren’t fine. Are you going to be okay? Seriously, Steve, are you hurting?”
Your soul mark burns a light blue. He’s narrowed your colours down, he thinks, maybe, though they tend to change. Blue means love and affection. He’s a more classic guy —when he’s in love, his soul mark burns a gaussian pink just as it does now. 
“Oh, you can feel it?” he asks.
“Don’t start.” 
“We’re so connected,” he says quietly, teasingly, a flirtation for your ears alone. “It’s almost like we’re soulmates or something. Suns, I wish. I’d be a lucky guy, huh? Connected to a girl like you?” He draws a line from just below your ear to your chin. “I’d feel like a prince among men.” 
“Stop,” you whisper, in a tone that suggests you’d very much like him to continue. 
Nonetheless, he drops his hand in favour of kissing you instead, pressing his lips softly to your cheek. His leg throbs with angry pain and a headache brews between his eyes, but he’s not kidding about being fine. Everything feels better when you’re with him. You truly are the half to his whole, no matter how new your relationship might be. 
“How was your morning?” he asks. 
“Being a princess is awful.” 
“Yes, but it suits you.” 
You turn your face to his, close enough to kiss. It’s very tempting for Steve, but he lets you say what’s clearly on your mind. “I had a funny feeling about you this morning, like something bad was going to happen, and I wanted to be with you in case but they wouldn’t let me out of meditation. Do you think I was having a premonition?”
“Maybe. They wouldn’t let you out?” 
“Morine said I need to have better discipline if I’m going to be queen.” 
He laughs and wraps his arms around you completely for a full, loving hug. “You will be queen, no ifs about it, so you need to start acting like one and have more hissy fits to visit your pathetic husband.” He kisses your cheek three times in quick succession. 
Your soul mark intensifies slowly, until it burns a beautiful, coruscating blue that dances over the skin of your wrist as you hug him back. “You’re the opposite of pathetic.” 
“No, I was. Ask Robin.” 
“He was,” Robin says. 
“But I’m totally cooler now,” he promises. 
You let your face fall into the curve of his neck, tickling him with your smile. “You’re so cool, Steve.” 
“My lovely liar.” He kisses the top of your head. 
“As touching as this is, I have your tea ready now, young Steven,” the doctor says. 
Steve pretends he can’t hear her. 
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cheapshrimpysheep · 9 months
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You... Cheater? - Side Characters
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SUMMARY: They saw you making out with some random demon. But only after talking to you will they find out that it wasn't you after all. It was a demon impersonating you. But how did they feel before realizing this and how did they react to the relief that it wasn't really you they saw?
(This takes place before the events of Nightbringer.)
CHARACTERS: Side Characters (Diavolo; Barbatos; Simeon & Solomon)
TAGS: Fluf; GN Reader; Comfort; Kiss, Tears, a little Angst (I think)
WORD COUNT: An average of 540 words per character.
👉 You… Cheater? - Demon Brothers
COMMENTS: I was looking for prompts and saw something like “cheating” or “How would they react to being cheated on?” But I don't like cheaters, this would be to sad. However, they thinking they were cheated on, but in fact they were deceived and you comfort them, that looked like a better option to me.
I hope you enjoy ;)
P.S.: I wrote Solomon's part after Lesson 17 of Nightbringer
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CONTEXT: He was walking the streets of Devildom and he saw you! Or at least someone he thought was you. The appearance was exactly like yours! And you were making out with some random lower demon, that was unmistakable. That he could see clearly without a doubt.
(This takes place before the events of Nightbringer.)
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It's not normal for Diavolo to walk around alone. Barbatos would not allow that. That's why he escaped him and used a spell to disguise himself. When he sees “you”, he's more confused than shocked. But can't help but feel a sinking in his heart. He didn't feel the effect of a control spell, one who had forced you to do that. Which means that person was doing it of their own free will. And maybe that's why he didn't notice the shapeshifting spell.
He will not interrupt “you”, that would be impolite. But he still thinks something is wrong. He goes back to the Demon Lord's Castle and orders Barbatos to invite you to meet him. His butler didn't question and didn't dare scold him about shirking his duties for a walk, because Diavolo had his rare serious expression.
When you arrive, Barbatos leads you to the Garden, where diavolo is sitting in front of a table with tea and cookies. You assume it's just a little date, since you don't know what he saw. Barbatos pulls out the another chair for you to sit in while Diavolo greets you with a smile, and then he leaves the two of you alone, saying if you need anything just say the word.
He asks you how are you and how was your day. You say it was a pleasant, peaceful day. You spent the afternoon in Purgatory Hall, learning some recipes from Simeon and Luke and teaching them some recipes from your home. You guys did so many things that you even took the opportunity to bring some sweets for Diavolo and Barbatos.
He stares in amazement at your innocent smile and the box you hand him. “Have you been with them all afternoon?” He asks “You never went out to buy ingredients or something like that?” You find those questions a little strange, but answer honestly, that you went out with them at a time to buy some ingredients. “Did you ever leave their side?” No. Why? What's going on?
He laughs out loud in relief. He apologizes to you for making you so confused and tells you what he saw. He had invited you to talk about it and your relationship, but it seems that it was all a misunderstanding after all. And he's so relieved he can't even hide it well.
You are shocked by what he told you. And you tell him that you would never do such a thing, you'll never make out with a random person in the street. And that you love him. He brings his chair closer to yours, puts an arm around you and kisses your cheek passionately. “I know my love. I know very well the person I fell in love with. That's why I thought it was strange and I needed to see you and talk to you.”
What he doesn't tell you is that he's going to find the demons responsible for that and punish them. He is generally peaceful, but such disrespect cannot go unpunished.
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Barbatos was probably doing some errands for Diavolo. When he sees “you”, he just freezes in shock. He tries to understand if you are bewitched, but you don't feel any control spell that forced you to do that. And somehow also misses the shapeshifting spell. But that doesn't stop him from thinking something was wrong.
He ends up just withdrawing to finish his task and return to the Demon Lord's Castle. Once in the palace, he asks Lord Diavolo for permission to meet with you, as there was a matter he needed to discuss with you. He gives him permission and Barbatos goes to the House of Lamentation.
Nothing seems strange, except maybe for Lucifer, which is the one that knows the behaviour of Barbatos best. He arrived as if nothing was wrong, asking if you were home and if he could speak to you. You were with the brothers in the room and he asked to speak with you alone. You ended up going to your room.
“I'm sorry for showing up so unannounced, but I'd like to discuss a subject that I just came across today.” he says and pauses to see your reaction, which is just a questioning one. “I ended up coming across you and that demon today on the street. I just wanted to clarify what happened.”
But you have no idea what he's talking about. He didn't seem to be talking about any of the brothers. “So would you mind tell me where you were this afternoon?” You were with Solomon. You had a sorcery lesson with him today. You spent most of the afternoon with him in Purgatory Hall. “Do you mind if I ask him if he confirms that?” You feel a little bad that he doesn't trust you, but you say you don't mind and he calls Solomon.
When the call ends and Barbatos hangs up, you see his shoulders relax. And you hear a little sigh. “I apologize profusely. My behaviour conveyed the idea that I don't trust you, but that's not the truth. I just...” he tries to find the right words but to no avail. “No, there is no excuse for my distrust. I’m sorry.” and then he tells you what he saw.
You look as shocked as when he saw “you”. “So I can assume that who I saw was someone pretending to be you.” He smiles at you “You have no need to worry about it, my dear. I will find those responsible for this and give them the most suitable punishment.” He was smiling, but the aura around him was frightening. This was the smile that even Diavolo and Lucifer feared.
Despite this you try to calm him down a little. He smiles at you, a genuine smile and softly kisses your cheek. You're right, he should know better than to distrust you.
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Simeon was grocery shopping for Purgatory Hall when he saw "you". He freezes, like a deer that has seen a car's lights. As an angel, he shouldn't let the anger and jealousy he's feeling get to him so much. Then all those feelings go to his hands, or rather to his fists clenched so tightly it probably left fingernail marks in the palms of his hands. If he had been holding something, a plastic cup or a can, it would have exploded in his hand for sure.
He doesn't feel that “you” are in danger, that “you” were forced to do that. So he doesn't even approach “you”. He can't. He has to get out of there! What he’s feeling are very strong and bad feelings, which he cannot let consume him under any circumstances.
He goes back to Purgatory Hall and packs up the groceries. If someone crosses paths with him before he can go to his room, he'll pretend that everything is fine, but that he's a little tired. Luke, Solomon and even Raphael will let him be. Not because they believe it, but because they can perceive an almost frightening aura coming from him.
Love is like a pendulum, just as it swings to one side that lights up your soul, it can also swing to the side that shatters it with the exact same intensity. How could you do that to him? No! He can't blame you. These are his feelings, he is the one that has to deal with them. But they still connected to you. And who was that demon? He would understand the Brothers, but who was that one? Should he talk to you? He has to calm down first. But yes, he needs to talk to you!
He was about to text you, asking if you could meet him at Purgatory Hall, but you were faster and sent him a message saying: “Hey. I haven’t seen you today. And Luke told me you feel a little blue. If you want to talk, I'm here for you.” Unfortunately, this was worse than if he had sent the message first. You were being your kind self, the one he felt in love with. Reading it while remembering what he say, it's just heartbreaking. But he needs to settle that matter.
“I'm glad. Actually, I would like to talk to you. Could you come to Purgatory Hall today?” You answer with an of course, and you go there. You go to his room for more privacy.
You may never find out, but he trained himself in what to say and how to say it to you. “The truth is... I ended up seeing you yesterday. On the street. With that demon.” he doesn't hide his sadness. And he expected to see an expression of surprise, realizing what he was talking about. But you were just really confused. What demon? What Street? You were at the Demon Lord's Castle the whole time yesterday. You were having tea with Diavolo because he wanted to talk to you about ideas he had for improving the exchange students program.
Because he's an angel, he can tell you're being completely sincere. So, would he have mistaken you for someone else? No, it was clearly you. Or someone impersonating you? He would solve this problem later. Perhaps with the help of Lucifer and Diavolo. But for now, he felt as if his heart had healed. The tightness he felt returned to a comforting warmth. And you can see it in his face.
He explains to you what happened and you tell him you would never do such a thing. Despite the relief, he still had a sad look on his face. You get closer to him, caress his face to bring it closer to you and kiss him on the cheek. He hugs you and touches his forehead to yours. “Can I be a little selfish and ask you to stay with me a little longer?”
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Solomon was buying ingredients for his magical experiments when he saw "you". He is shocked and he just wants to separate that demon from "you". He may have given it some thought. Maybe it crossed his mind, even for a few seconds, that maybe he should leave the two of you and talk to you later about it. But he doesn't care. He takes some material from his shopping and casts a spell that sets fire to the pants of the demon that's kissing “you”. More specifically, on his butt.
The demon panics and when “you” see that and then Solomon “you” panic too. And the two run away. Which is another shock for Solomon. He didn't attack you. He wanted to talk to you. But you... ran away. You ran away from him? What... what was he supposed to do now?
You get a message from him late at night. Like VERY late at night: “You know, I really wanted to talk to you. But I didn't know how to do it. If you want to talk, I'm at... that bar I forgot the name of... you know. I am here.” You remember Asmo telling you about Solomon getting drunk in a Devildom bar. It was probably what was happening at that moment as well. You decide to meet with him, mainly to make sure he was okay. Or at least as okay as he could be.
When you arrive, he waves to you. You sit in the chair next to him instead of in front of him. He had a bottle of a drink from the human world in his hand. Half empty. “Hey. Sorry to text you so late, but I really needed to talk to you about this afternoon.” About that afternoon? What happened? “Oh, do you want to forget about that thing? Yeah, I'd really like to forget that too. I tried, as you can see, but I can't.”
But what was he talking about? What did he see? “Listen, don't do this. I just want to work things out. I mean, clarify the matter.” And you tell him you have no idea what he saw that afternoon. You were at the Demon Lord's Castle all afternoon with Barbatos. Learning how to make a tea that Lucifer really liked for the days when he was more stressed. It took most of the afternoon because it was difficult to prepare.
He almost jumps out of his chair. “Wait! Are you serious? Let me just call Barbatos for a minute.” He calls him, who confirms what you just said. “So you weren't out on the street with that demon? Then who was...? Ha... ha ha ha ha ha...” and he bursts with laughter.
You try to ask him what he's talking about, but he says it doesn't matter right now. Since you are right next to him, he hugs you, almost desperately. He's so relieved it wasn't you. He won't tell you anytime soon what he saw. Your curiosity will keep you close to him. And that's exactly what he wants.
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emmyrosee · 10 months
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Don’t read this bc this is more cute aggression with mr sakusa and this is for me so
Also, yes, these are all things I’ve said to my niece in an act of cute aggression 💅🏼
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“I could rip your teeth out.”
“That’s nice, baby.”
Kiyoomi is used to you. It’s the only reason, you’re convinced, that he lets you do the things you do, say the feral things you say. Your methods of making him swoon were, arguably, cuter than he’d expect, and he openly tells you that when you used to get self conscious about it.
(“It’s not every day someone wants to squeeze me until I pop.”
“Well, now, it will be. Welcome to your life.”
He smirks, “well alright then.”)
It’s not a lie- he’s never had someone as openly affectionate as you, clinging to his arm at the grocery store, biting his muscles and neck when he’s trying to cook dinner (his teammates ask him constantly what things you two get up to- he doesn’t have the heart to tell them you bit him when he was making some tea) just doing anything and everything to bug him domestically.
Its… comforting, in a bizarre way. To know you find him absolutely intoxicating and addictive. He’s not entirely sure he’d change it.
Even now, when you practically have burrowed into his skin.
“I could kick you; how dare you be so cute?” You pout, laying your head on his shoulder restfully.
He chuckles and continues to scroll through his phone, “it’s strange- I’m so used to Komori being the cute one.”
You roll your eyes and snicker, “you’re so full of it, and you know you are. You’ve always been the cute one, shut the hell up.”
“Handsome, maybe, but never cute-“
In an instant, he’s cute off by your hand immediately darting towards his face. Your fingers fly up at his mouth, trying to grip his teeth. It’s something you don’t do often because he can’t stand it, but it seems like today, you’re on a mission to be as close to him as possible.
“Ah!” He snaps, turning his head away. You retract your hand as he gives you a scolding look. Immediately, you feel bad that the impulsive thoughts won, and you made him so mad. “We talked about that. Don’t do that.”
“But-“
“No. Do. Not. Grab at my teeth.”
You pout softly at the reprimand in his tone, mumbling a soft ‘I’m sorry’ as you settle back down, your head dipping to hide in the crook of his neck. He lets out a sigh and plops his phone on the side table and shuffle a bit.
“You know I like your cute aggressions…. Except that one. Of all the things you do, that’s the one I can’t tolerate babe, you know that.”
“You’re just so pretty. I can’t help it.”
“Oh, so it’s my fault now?” He says, absolutely teasing you and you giggle as you hide your face in his neck. “Is biting me not good enough? Is sniffing me until you can’t breathe not good enough now?” He interrupts his own preach by pecking kisses all over your cheek, holding you tighter as you start to squirm away. “Is coming into my shower not good enough now? Is dropping by extra desserts at practice not good enough? Is sucking hickeys on my cheeks not good enough?”)
You move your head away from his neck to giggle more and try to make an attempt away from his kisses, but this gives him real estate, and he decides to take it. He starts to give you a taste of your own medicine, biting at your cheek and ear and neck and fingers now pinching up your sides and ribs.
“Omi!”
“Is crawling into my lap while I’m on a zoom call not good enough? Is stealing my pillows from under my head when you’re sleeping not good enough? Is taking my clothes when you’re sick not good enough? Is picking. My nose. When I’m mad. NOT GOOD ENOUGH?”
Your struggles to get away from him are in vain, he’s got you gathered in his big arms, your head tossed back and feet kicking for a meek attempt at freedom. He peppers bites and kisses continuously on your neck, smiling against your skin as you scream and whine into the air.
“Are all these things so boring now and you have to grab my literal teeth?”
“Yes!” You titter, and while it does make him stop in surprise, he’s quick to smack the facade back on, pulling his head back to glare at you. You flash him some puppy eyes while you reach up to card the curls from his face, “I’m just obsessed with you… always need more ways to get under your skin.” You laugh as he sighs and leans his forehead against yours, clearly not caring half as much as he says, and taking gentle breaths against you. “I love bugging you.”
“Well, how could you not when you do such a good job?”
“I know right?” Once again, he lifts his head up to glare playfully at you, snickering as you continue to flash him the same innocent beam.
“Can you promise me you won’t grab my teeth anymore?” He asks, shifting a hand to lace with yours; he brings the knuckles of your hand up to kiss them, a way to show his affection and also, sort of, maybe, convince you to promise.
You sigh softly and let him kiss over your fingers, letting the comfortable silence between you both relish. “No.”
“No?”
“No.”
He groans in faux agony, face crashing down to bury in your chest, and you cackle while he does, your arms tossing around his shoulders to keep him close.
“I hate you,” he grumbles.
“No you don’t. You eat this shit up and you know it.”
He sends a dirty look at you between his lashes before sighing and laying his head back down. “Don’t expose me.”
“That’s what I thought.”
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iceandpeaches · 22 days
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tongue twister; luke castellan
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pairing: luke castellan x fem! reader
warning: the mention of the nickname “mami”… i wrote this a while back
a/n: WOOOOO finals r finally over!!! also no specified language because i am not about to use google translate and butcher any language
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you were always proud of your heritage, your mother had brought you up well before you had to come to camp. you learned lots about your culture and its language, since your mother would strictly speak to you in her native language. you were convinced she did this only because she wasn’t the most proficient with her english. you ate cultural foods everyday, which was a huge culture shock when you started going to camp full time. everything was different, and you missed home.
until luke came along. luke did his best to make you feel at home, learning phrases from your native tongue so he could talk to you. which leads you to months later, teaching him whatever you could for when he would meet your mother. your brows were creased, you could’ve sworn you were having a headache just from hearing him pronounce a phrase in a broken accent. luke had read any book he found in your native language to try and get better at it, but really you almost died laughing just from hearing him read to you.
“luke.. i don’t know how you haven’t given up yet.”
“i need to impress her, mami. if not, she’s not gonna let me continue to date you.”
you refrain yourself from bursting out into laughter with luke scribbling in his notebook, making sure he had every syllable down to the bone. you gently rubbed his arm, watching the untidy scribbles that filled the page. you were glad luke would take time to learn the language of your childhood, you deeply appreciated it.
“alright.. pronounce it again for me?”
luke spoke, you doing exactly as he said. he grins and kisses your cheek, which never failed to leave you blushing crimson.
“how do you make it sound so easy, mami.”
“it’s like how you make spanish sound easy.”
“i’m born latino, amore.”
you giggle, your lips meeting his. you adored luke’s desire to even try learning the unordinary language, especially when you had such a thick accent when you spoke your native dialect. luke found it fascinating, how someone could sound so beautiful just by their voice.
it took luke months to get at least adequately fluent. but the hard work paid off when you met your mother. though luke couldn’t exactly understand the alternative dialect you and your mother conversed in, he somehow picked up some words from it.
luke sat down by your mother, speaking to her in your native tongue. your mother glanced at you, surprised that your boyfriend was speaking to her in the language you were brought up in. or at least, the one your maternal family spoke. you giggled, sipping on your tea your mother made for you both.
it was rather refreshing to see your mother laughing at luke’s attempts to understand her, despite you having prepared him it was still funny to watch. you loved his attempts to try to remember what you had taught him, denying your help everytime you prompted to. luke was stunned to say the least. you hadn’t warned him that your mother spoke faster and had a thicker accent than you did, which made things a little harder to understand. but he did his best.
after you both left, luke was relieved he didn’t have to act like he understood what your mother was saying. you giggled, arm linked with his.
“your mother spoke like what tongue twisters sound like.”
you grin, peppering his cheeks with gentle kisses. his remark about your mother made you giggle. you knew what she was like, and that was just to test luke’s language ability.
“you did well, dear. i’m proud of you.”
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angelltheninth · 11 months
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I'm not sure if you did this before but can I ask for practice kisses with Genshin men and what kind of excuses they would use?
I haven't done this before actually and I haven't seen many of these outside of canon x canon so I will channel my knowledge of those.
Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Thoma, Childe, Tighnari, Cyno, Baizhu, Zhongli x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, developing relationship, crush, lots of kissing, grinding, slightly suggestive, mention of boners, friends to lovers
A/N: I'm curious, is this something people actually do? Cause for me this would be super awkward.
Kaeya loves to talk big game and get super flirty with you, all cocky when he jokingly asks you if you want to kiss but once you say yes some of his confidence dwindles. He doesn't need practice obviously! You do, he's doing this for you benefit, so pucker up and be happy that you have someone as skilled as him to help you out with this, otherwise you'd be hopeless.
Diluc a nervous mess when he asks you to practice kissing with him. Good thing he's got gloves on so you can't tell how sweaty his hands are. Really hesitant at first because he's one, your friend, and two, your boss. Very slow to ease into it and pluck up the courage to deepen the kiss but once he does he's not letting you go any time soon.
Itto doesn't just ask, he kind of barks it out really loudly at you and later on has to be tracked down by you due to running off. He cannot believe he just yelled that. You probably don't wanna kiss him now, he was so uncool. You stop his bad train of thoughts before he can get any worse, and in your mind, he doesn't need to practice a lot, just watch out for his fangs a little more.
Thoma sits next to you, hands in his lap and glancing at you then back into the tea cup. You don't have to do this with him if you don't wanna, he just thought that it would be nice to do with someone he trusts so much. That way when he gets a crush, which is totally not you, he won't look like a fool. And again you don't- oh. Your lips are very soft on his, softer then he expected.
Childe can barely hold back his excitement when you say yes to his request. He's all smug as he pushes you against the nearby wall and slots between your legs but the moment your lips touch he goes soft and gentle, cupping your cheek and turning his head, a little sloppy but still gradually deepening the kiss and please don't mind what's happening between his legs right now.
Tighnari tries to stop his ears from signaling her nervousness but they keep flicking back and forth as you scoot up to him. Both of you are nervous, trying to figure out the best position for your hands and your lips. He can almost feel his heart jumping out of his chest. It gets even worse when he feels your nice, soft lips against his own. As the kiss goes on he bites at your lip, making you yelp. How cute.
Cyno cracks many jokes when he asks you, trying to play of the whole thing as just good fun, for the both of you obviously. Kisses you with a big grin on his face, a very quick kiss at first, then you dive in for another, and another, and another until he gets a little flustered about suggesting it. He doesn't want you to see him like this so he starts kissing you again, trying to make you focused on the kissing.
Baizhu is really embaressed about asking for this. He's really sloppy and inexperienced and hesitant at first. When you push him down and get on top of him his whole body gets warm, there's pressure between his legs that he wants to release but even kissing gets him this flustered it will be a while until he can take the next step. Once he gets the courage... you're not getting out of bed without hickies.
Zhongli doesn't need to practice kissing, he's very experienced with it but you on the other hand... Judging from how you reacted last time you could use a little practice. He can take it slow at first, until you get comfortable with his lips against yours, his body against yours, his hands running over your body and pulling you close to him. With his help you'll be a kissing expert in no time.
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steddieas-shegoes · 1 month
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i could listen all night
for @steddielovemonth prompt 'love is wanting to hear every detail of their day'
rated t | 803 words | cw: recreational drug use (weed) | tags: established relationship, stargazing, they're so in love
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"And it's not even that I'm worried about failing the test!" Steve said as he leaned back against the wall of their too-small balcony. "I did a practice test yesterday and only missed one question. I just feel like it's too easy."
"I think you're just smarter than you give yourself credit for, Stevie," Eddie said as he exhaled smoke.
"I don't think that's it."
Eddie rolled his eyes fondly.
They didn't love their apartment. It was on the third floor of a three story townhome that seemed to be a revolving door of large families who couldn't make rent after a couple of months. They'd get close to someone on the first floor and they'd be evicted two months later. They'd finally have a quiet neighbor below them only to find out it was an old man who was moved to a nursing home a month after moving in.
But they at least had this balcony that faced a parking lot of some business that was empty and closed by the time they needed to smoke.
And when Steve graduated, they could move closer to whatever school he ended up working at.
"What if I don't graduate?" Steve asked quietly, reaching out for the joint Eddie had just taken a third pull off of. "What if I'm doing all this for nothing?"
Eddie turned to Steve as much as he could, covered his hand in comfort. "If anyone knows what it's like not to graduate, it's me. And it's not the end of the world. It may feel like it at first, but just because you don't do it when you think you should doesn't mean you won't ever. You're smart and you work hard, sunshine, you're gonna graduate."
"You have to say that. You're my boyfriend."
"I don't have to say anything! I told you just this morning that you were stupid if you thought I wasn't gonna wake up just to kiss you goodbye," Eddie pecked his cheek and took the join back from him.
He knew Steve got emotional if he smoked too much, and he'd already reached the glassy eye part of the high. Better to stop him now.
"Other than your professor scaring you, what happened today?" Eddie asked casually. He wanted to hear about everything, and Steve liked talking about it.
"I had the best cup of tea. The library was giving free cups to students who donated $1 to the writer's club. So I guess it wasn't really free, but still, $1 for the best cup of tea I've ever had isn't bad." Steve leaned his head on Eddie's shoulder. "I studied for an hour between classes and saw these two women making out. One was like, a lot older than the other and I'm almost certain she was a professor with a student. Don't know what that's about."
Eddie raised his brows, but stayed quiet as Steve continued.
"And then I managed to eat my sandwich after my second class. Best one you've made yet. Perfect ham to turkey ratio," Steve kissed his neck.
"Glad you liked it, sweetheart."
"Oh! And there's gonna be a student run show next Friday. I get two free tickets if you wanna go. Maybe we could make it a date night?"
"I think that sounds lovely. Write it on the fridge and I'll make sure I'm home in time to get ready for it," Eddie took one last drag from the joint before putting it out in the ash tray he grabbed from the flea market downtown when they first moved in. "Anything else today?"
"I got to sit outside and look at the stars with my boyfriend. That's been pretty nice," Steve whispered.
Eddie felt his cheeks heat up, never quite used to how easily Steve shared his love and affection. He'd been like that before they were even together, overwhelmingly honest.
"Was he good company?" Eddie teased, leaning his head on top of Steve's and looking up at the few stars they could see in the city.
"He's always good company."
Eddie kissed the top of Steve's head and settled back.
"What about your day?" Steve asked, sinking further into his side.
"My day was boring." Eddie sighed. "But we have new releases hitting the shelves tomorrow. Those days are always fun."
"Any you want?" Steve sounded tired.
It was barely eight at night, but the weed was hitting and he'd been up since five that morning going nonstop.
"Might grab this local band's demo. We're the only place carrying it and they're hoping to do a show in our basement next month, but we'll see. Brad said we had to see how the demos sell."
"Sounds like fun," Steve said.
"You wanna go inside, sweetheart?"
"Not yet. Keep talking. Wanna hear about everything."
"Mkay, baby."
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Winter Wonderland | Alessia x Reader
I don't love this story, but eh... just reader being absolutely soft for sick Lessi. I watched Elf and this idea came about lol. Hope you enjoy :)
“Baby please just let me try it to see if it works,” you begged your sick girlfriend yet again to try the home remedy your mother swore by. 
“No, absolutely not,” she protested, wiping her running nose against the sleeve of your jumper. 
It had been the same battle for the last two days. Alessia had fallen sick and you immediately fell into your caretaker duties. Your teammates had all sent you the remedies they used, but nothing was working. Alessia, tired of all the fuss, didn't want to try anything else. Instead she was content with just cuddling up on top of you. 
“Fine, can I go make you some soup?” 
“Not hungry,” she mumbles, tightening the grip around your waist. 
“You have to eat something Lessi, so you can take more medicine. I will be quick and then we can watch Elf while we eat. Sounds good right?” 
She grumbles but rolls off and buries her face into the pillow. You get up, placing several kisses on her flushed cheeks. You hate seeing her sick. It physically pains you to see her in even the slightest discomfort especially when there is nothing you can do about it. “Hurry back, I'm cold without you.” You give her a sad smile as you take in the dull blue eyes rimmed in red. 
Alessia was miserable and that made you miserable. It was Christmas in a week and you knew she had been excited for the break from training so you both could decorate the place together, but her falling sick had put a wrench in plans. You had taken her to the doctor, and they told you it was just a bad common cold, nothing they could give to help. 
You were overwhelmed and just needed to talk to someone. You make a call to the only teammate you know won’t tease you too much later. 
“Hey (y/n), how’s it going?” You hear Lotte’s voice through the phone and your bottom lip begins to tremble.  
“Lotte,” you say, trying to keep your voice even but it cracked. 
“Are you okay? Is it Less?”
“She’s not getting better and she looks so tiny and sad. I just want her to feel better. I don’t know what to do. She looks at me with those sad blue eyes and I want to cry Lotte. Please help me. I’m doing such a bad job she’s going to leave me,” you knew you were being dramatic, but you really couldn’t handle seeing Alessia hurting in any way.
“Well first let’s just take a breath yeah?” She inhaled deeply and you mimic her feeling yourself calm down a bit. “Second, are you taking care of yourself so you can be the best for her? Have you eaten today?”
This is why you loved Lotte, all logic and calm. “I made Lessi soup earlier, so I had a bit of that. I’m warming up some more now.”
“Okay and you’ve been giving her the over the counter medicine? Humidifier going? Drinking fluids? The whole works?”
You hum knowing you’d done all the things she listed but still going over it in your head, “yeah, yeah I did.”
“Good, you’re doing great (y/n). These things just suck. She will be back to normal in a few days. Less would never leave you. Just be there for her, that's all she wants.”
“Thanks Lot, sorry I had a moment. Promise you won’t tell the other girls I cried.”
“Promise, call if you need anything.”
You exchange goodbyes and you take a moment to gather yourself. Grabbing two bowls you scoop out some of the leftover soup you made earlier and warm them. Moving around the kitchen you prepare her a mug of tea, and place it along with the soup on a carrying tray. You head back to the bedroom just as you hear Alessia break out into a coughing fit. You’re quick to sit aside the tray on the bedside table. 
“Here drink Lessi,” you tell her, placing a bottle of water in her hand. She sits up and takes a few sips before looking at you with a sad pout. “I know, baby. Come here,” you tell her, opening your arms for her to cuddle into. Alessia was already clingy, so her being sick just intensified it. You pull away and tuck a few strands of hair behind her ear. 
“I want to feel better,” she mumbles softly. 
You don’t respond. There was nothing you could say, just kiss her cheek and place the tray between you both. She finds comfort in the tea taking small sips, as you turn on Elf. It’s halfway through the movie and Buddy is decorating the apartment when you hear Alessia sniffle, your head immediately turning to her wrapped in your arms. 
“Baby are you crying, what's wrong?”
Her tear stained cheeks puffy and matching her eyes, “I won’t be better in time for Christmas. The house won’t be decorated.”
“Alessia, don't cry my love. We still have plenty of time before Christmas. I’m certain you’ll feel better in the next couple of days.” She nods into your shoulder wiping her snotty nose against you once more. You complained the first time she did it, but it was half hearted. You adored everything the striker did even if it was a bit gross. “Let’s lay down so you can get some rest baby.” 
It doesn’t take long for her to doze off between the medication and pure exhaustion from just being sick. You unwrap your arms and move to the bathroom to grab the VapoRub. Your mom was the first person you called when Alessia fell sick, but her plan of treatment was not something your girlfriend was interested in. Admittedly the VapoRub and onion combination did sound terrible but you could attest to its effectiveness. 
You quietly make your way back to the bedroom and pull the covers off of her feet. Happy in this moment that your girlfriend could sleep through anything you lather a nice layer of VapoRub on the bottom of each foot. She squirms a bit from the coolness but never wakes. Then you march down to the kitchen and slice a few pieces of onions. Upon returning to the room you grab a pair of fuzzy socks, sliding the onions in before sliding them on your girlfriend's feet. Unconventional but you trusted your mothers method. Content that she had slept through the process you make your way back downstairs. 
As morning rolls around you lie awake with Alessia flush on top of you, her warm breaths hitting against your neck. You know she’s awake when you feel the soft kisses behind your ear causing your face to light up. “How are you feeling baby?”
Alessia sits up, eyes blinking out the sleep before she takes a deep inhale then clears her throat like she’s testing out all the ailments she was suffering from. “I think… I think I’m getting better. I can breathe again.” She smiles leaning back into you. 
“Good care to join me downstairs this morning for hot cocoa then?” Lifting up again her eyes are almost back to full brightness as she nods excitedly. “Come on then. Let’s freshen up first.”
You both go to head in the direction of the restroom when she stops dead in her tracks looking down at her feet, “you didn’t.”
“Oh but I did and look you’re feeling better already love. Don’t be mad.” Alessia is quick to pull the socks off her feet glaring weakly in your direction. 
“You’re lucky you are cute and that it actually helped,” she tells you. 
You both make quick work in getting freshened up before you lead her downstairs. You spent nearly the whole night trying to make things perfect for your girlfriend. “Welcome to Winter Wonderland baby,” you say as she reaches the bottom of the steps and takes in the living room. 
​​
The festive colors fit for the season cover the room. The Christmas tree lit up with beautiful ornaments and twinkling lights. Stockings you had made with both your names printed on them hanging in front of the fireplace ready to be filled. Every corner of the living room and kitchen added to the Winter Wonderland you created for your girl. 
“Baby, when did you do this?” Alessia’s eyes shimmer with joy at the sight. 
“Last night, I would never let a little cold ruin our first Christmas in the same apartment baby. I let the star off the tree so you can put it on.”
Her arms wrap around you and you lift her into your arms. Carrying her into the living room and onto the couch that had red and green cozy blankets for the cuddlefest you knew would be today. “I love you so much (y/n).”
“I love you more princess. I’ll go make our hot cocoa,” you tell her, placing a soft kiss to her cheek. 
The rest of your day was spent wrapped up in each other's arms inside your Winter Wonderland. While not fully back to 100% you knew her hopes of a perfect Christmas together would come true. You would do anything to make sure of it.
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the-fiction-witch · 4 months
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Wakey Wakey
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Media The Artful Dodger
Character Jack Dawkins
Couple Jack X Reader
Rating SMUT AFAFAF!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I sat on my bed flicking through my book, the fire burning bright enough to light my room, the house quiet and content my family gone for travelling for at least a few weeks. A storm was overhead battering everything in its wake, the darkness of the storm and of the night coming together to provide a dark void of endless night. 
I perked up a little as I heard a knock. 
For a moment I was frightened as to what could have caused such a sound, but I looked around my room and soon enough jumped! as I saw someone at my balcony door.
But I knew who it was, so I fixed my nightie and rolled my eyes taking a candle over and opening the door the sounds of rain flooding in, as he stood there soaked though. 
"Hello."
"Hello, you fancy a bit of brain surgery?" Jack smirked as he came into my room,
"Is this what you think flirting is?" I sighed, 
He was sheepish for a moment "...yeah," 
"Come on, take your clothes off," I said going to throw another log on the fire,
"Ohh... I didn't think it was gonna work that well?" He smirked eagerly getting his jacket off,
"You're soaked if you don't take them off you'll get sick," I told him, grabbing a towel from my linen cupboard and throwing it at his head,
"Thank you y/n." He sighed, he stripped the rest of his clothes off and wrapped the towel around himself, so I took his clothes and set them on the clothes horse to dry,
"Come sit by the fire," I told him as I set my kettle on its rack letting the fire heat the water, he nodded and came over, sitting on the sofa by the fire wrapped up in the towel, Once the water boiled I poured him some hot tea, and handed it over 
"Ooohh thanks." he smiled sipping to warm his insides, 
"You're welcome," I smiled going and fetching another towel "So? what brings you to my humble abode then Dr Dawkins?" 
"Well, I know your family is gone-" He began but stopped short as I threw my towel over his head using it to dry his still dripping hair "Ohh thank you, But I know they gone so I figured I'd come to keep you company," 
"Thanks very kind of you Jack," I smiled taking the towel off his head and kissing his cheek. 
"Well, I have to be nice to my fiance don't I?" 
"You should be nice yes." I laughed, 
"So... I've been thinking."
"Ohh dear, don't think too much now Jack you'll give yourself a headache."
"Very funny. but seriously, I've been thinking."
"About?" I asked sitting in my chair,
"I should really make the time to come up and see you more often, I feel bad when I don't."
"It's fine Jack I know your busy working."
"I know but, I don't like leaving you all alone so long," he said, 
"That's very sweet," I smiled 
"You'd like to spend time with me?"
"If I didn't want to Jack I'd have left you out in the rain." I chuckled, "Also my family isn't here why didn't you just use the front door?" 
"... Hu, Strangely that thought had not occurred to me." 
"Silly boy,"
"I know," He yawned "Ummm You've made it far too cosy in here. I'm getting sleepy." 
"My apologies for having a cosy bedroom."
"You mind if I stay tonight?" 
"Well..." I began, "You really shouldn't, but you are all warm and dry I send you back out you're just going to get all wet again." I sighed, "Alright,"
"Can I stay... in your bed?" he made eye contact with a sweet smile 
"Alright," I rolled my eyes playfully
"Could maybe..."
"Yes, Jack?"
"....Could we cuddle?" 
"Alright." I rolled my eyes a little but moved over to the sofa and cuddled him laying my head on his shoulder and nuzzling into his neck, he smiled down at me and wrapped his arms around me too,
"Umm... My dearest y/n." He cooed, "How I wish this rain would never end, so I may remain in your arms longer." 
"Well, we shall just have to savour the rain."
"I shall savour every drop" He smiled giving my lips a gentle soft kiss, I smiled and gave him a gentle kiss back before we cuddled up again, 
"You smell nice,"
"Do I?"
"Umm," I nodded,
"I'm pleased I could be pleasant to you dearest." He yawned,
"Come on Dr Dawkins. Bedtime." I told him getting up and offering my hand he happily took it leaving his towel on the clothes horse with his clothes and I took him to my bed, I took my book away and helped him into bed plumping the pillow and tucking him in, he yawned very comfortably 
"Can you sleep with me?"
"I'm coming, I'm coming," I smiled climbing in too and nuzzling up to him so we could cuddle with him holding me close our noses touching, 
"Y/n?"
"Yes, Jack?"
"Can I fall asleep in your arms tonight?"
"Of course," I smiled wrapping my arms around him too, "Goodnight Jack,"
"Goodnight Y/n." He smiled pressing one final kiss to my lips before with a few happy sighs and shifts we gently drifted away to sleep. 
I woke up listening to the rain still attacking the house, but I knew it was early morning, I softly opened my eyes seeing Jack still deep in his sleep so I pressed a kiss to his forehead and carefully climbed out the bed doing my best not to disturb him, I went across my room making sure to keep the fire burning to keep the room warm, I checked his clothes and they where to dry so I took them and folded them on the table at the end of my bed for him, I did want breakfast but I didn't want to make any till he was up, so I made myself a tea on the fire's flames and paced my balcony windows as I sipped it. 
He grumbled a little so I turned and noticed him half asleep running his hands over the bed and looking for me 
"Good Morning," I cooed 
He sat up not even opening his eyes, yawning for a good few seconds and scratching his messy bedhead "Morning dearest." he Yawned 
"Ohh my, that was a big yawn."
"I'm tired." he pouts 
"Aww well stay a few more minutes in bed if you like?"
"No, I'm up. Just about," he said rubbing his neck "You sleep okay?"
"I always do when you're here."
he blushed a little, "Yeah I always sleep better with you too." 
I smiled setting my tea down and running back to bed jumping on him and pushing him onto my mattress for a cuddle, he laughed at me but wrapped his arms around me anyway "Breakfast?"
"I am hungry,"
"Good, I'll go make breakfast." I smiled patting his chest before I tried to get up but he pulled me back "Whoa... Hello" I laughed at the surprise of being back against his nose 
"Hello," He smiled giving me a sweet kiss "Now you can go."
"Silly boy." I giggled getting up and heading out of my room down to the kitchen, I made some hashbrowns, some eggs, and some toast and got a big jug of orange juice taking it all upstairs. When I returned Jack was exactly where I left him clearly fighting with himself on whether he was going to go back to sleep or wake up,  "Breakfast." I smiled setting it on the table.
"You're an angel." He smiled climbing out of bed and rubbing his eyes as he walked across to the table "Thank you Y/n" he smiled kissing my cheek as he made himself a plate and a large glass of juice, we sat together and ate breakfast or well I nibbled and he consumed it as if he hasn't been fed in a week, 
"Peckish?" I laughed 
"I don't often eat breakfast, don't have time to make it or if I do I get called off for something else. It's nice to sit down and have breakfast, especially with you,"
"That's sweet Jack, well once we're married I'll make sure you get breakfast every day before you leave for work."
"You will?"
"Course got to keep the doctor fed." 
"You're too good to me," he winked sipping his juice,
Once breakfast was done I returned it to the kitchen and when I got back he was yawning 
"Ummm I needed a nap."
"A nap? You just woke up!" I laughed "I think they've got you working too hard if you're like this." I laughed,
"I can't help it, your place is so cosy. Plus the rain makes me sleepy." 
"Alright," 
I took his hand and took him back to bed, I gave him an extra couple of pillows and even an extra blanket tucking him in tight and kissing him on the head "There, That nice?"
"That's lovely," He blushed a little making himself cosy "Can I have a cuddle?"
"No, because then I'll fall asleep."
"Please dearest?"
I rolled my eyes a moment but crawled into bed and sat tapping my thigh, he happily moved and laid his head in my lap with a wide smile, I softly began to pet his hair taking my book from the table and reading to him, I know he struggles with his reading so I like to read to him sometimes let him just shut his eyes and listen and I know he likes it too as already he began to drift away, so once I knew he was asleep I kissed his little head and let him rest. 
I went and got dressed into one of my little day dresses that was comfy for a rainy day, I went to my desk and grabbed some paper writing some letters and notes that I needed to get working with.
Eventually, he sat up, "Humm?"
"Ohh Hello again." I laughed, 
"Hello, Dearest."
"Hello, Jack."
"How long was I asleep?"
"Uhhhh?" I pondered taking his watch from the table, "An hour."
"An Hour! Ohh sorry,"
"It's alright Jack you've been busy working I wanted to let you sleep." I smiled as I wrote with my fountain pen, He smiled and moved getting his pants and shirt on coming over as he snapped his suspenders on he came and sat beside me 
"What are you writing?"
"Just letters."
"Alright," he smiled as we sat together for a good while "You're so sweet and beautiful you know that?"
"Aww thank you Jack, you're very sweet and handsome too" 
"Can we have a cuddle?" 
"That would be lovely," I smiled 
we both moved closer and closer until he laid his head in my lap again,
"Cosy Jack?"
"Yep."
"Alright" I laughed getting on with my work petting his hair as I worked humming to myself a little I finished up after a while of writing until I noticed his little wheezes "Jack..."
"Mmm?" He groaned nuzzling closer and almost purring as had fallen asleep,
"Awww such a sleepy boy" I cooed "Wakey Wakey..."
He jumped a little sitting up as he realized he had fallen asleep on my lap,  "Humm? ohh..." He sighed "Sorry."
"You are so sleepy today Jack, Dr sneed been working you too hard?"
"A little," He yawned "It would help if he did some work sometime." 
"aww you poor thing,"
"Didn't help I've been getting up early these last few days," He cooed, "And you're just so very cosy and cuddly it just makes me so happy. I love you so much Y/n."
"Aww, I love you too Jack." I smiled kissing his cheek, 
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course,"
"When we get married... do you want to have children?"
I smiled at his question, "I would, would you?"
"I very much would, How many?"
"Three." I smiled, "Two girls and a boy."
he chuckled, "I think that would be lovely,"
"Anything else? when we get married?" 
"A cute little house... with a garden."
"I'd like that Jack, and maybe a little dog for the children to play with."
"A very cute little dog." He smiled, "So I can wake up every morning give my sweet wife a kiss, pet the dog, go down and eat breakfast looking out to the garden and send the kids to school before I head to work." 
"That sounds like the most beautiful morning,"
"I know it will be" He smiled, 
"Do you think... I could cuddle in your lap some more?"
"No more lap jack you'll go back to sleep."
"Can you sit on my lap then y/n?" he asked, "Does my lap look better?"
I rolled my eyes a little and moved to sit myself on his leg so he could wrap his arms around me and my back against his chest, he chuckled and adjusted me a little so we were both cosy, and after a while he gave my shoulder a kiss 
"I can't wait till you're mine dearest."
"I can't wait either," I smiled, 
He then pressed one kiss to my neck, I blushed a little but didn't move, so he tightened his grip on me a little hugging me a little tighter and kissing my neck again only one little kiss but enough to make me feel so happy inside, He then took my hand in his and whispered in my ear "Can I stay with you today?"
"You're welcome to stay Jack, as long as you like."
he smiled a little and stroked my hair "I like you sat here."
"Why?"
"I get to hold you so close." He smiled bringing his face and lips into my neck he gently blew air across my skin before slowly pressing small kisses to my neck "Your skin is so soft" he whispered and I couldn't control my playful giggles he merely continued his kisses so slowly and calculated waiting patiently between each one, his kisses slowly grew more intense until as he kissed my neck his teeth graced my skin, not enough to bite me but enough to make me feel his teeth, he repeated this just slow soft kisses occasionally tenderizing my skin by gracing his teeth on it "Hmmm... do you like when I'm this close to you?" he whispered slyly 
"I do," I admit, 
He chuckled with a familiar sly grin, he continued his kisses now starting little nibbles on my skin pressing his teeth more meaningfully "Do you like these little nibbles on your soft lovely neck? Hmm?" He whispered 
"I do," I admit,
"Just one bite dearest?" he pleads running his nose across my neck before he continues his kisses and nibbles 
"Little ones," I whispered back,
He smirked and continued his bites gently barely anything between his kisses and nibbles which were getting very intense "You enjoying them? Hmm? Umm so soft... so sweet." He asked nibbling purposely on a more sensitive spot I couldn't answer him, so he kept nibbling and kissing for a while "Can I bite your neck once more dearest?" He whispered, "I just can't stop."
"You can." I gasped as now his bites became more aggressive leaving his teeth marks on my skin for a few seconds each time 
"Do you like my bites Y/n?" He whispered as he licked the spot he bit before kissing it again he would do this over and over up and down my neck like a vampire to my jugular, 
"Very much Jack," I almost moaned feeling him so close to me giving me such attention 
He continued with a prideful smirk, getting harder with his nibbles, kisses and bites. "I'm glad you're enjoying it." he smirked getting even harder "Hmmm..." He groaned leaving a hickey on my neck "How was that Dearest?" he asked licking his hickey 
"Ohh jack-" I gasped feeling him force a hickey into my skin he continued biting and nibbling my neck around my hickey to ensure my attention for it, "Uhhh! Jack!" I moaned twisting my fingers in his hair, which he took as a sign to get even more intense "Uhhhhh!" I moaned grabbing his hand that had been settled on my waist this whole time moving it under my dress to my thigh
"Ohh?" He smirked "That what you want y/n?" he whispered between kisses stroking my thigh higher and higher "Hmm? That what you want dearest?" he licked my hickey as he smirked and I could only nod, he teased me further stroking my hip under my dress "Ummm..." he groans now all but attacking my neck with kisses, bites, nibbles and licks. I could feel he was hard against my leg I tugged on his hair almost pulling his hair to bring him closer and he took the hint intensifying his work on my neck 
"Uhhh jack" I gasped moving his hand to where I so desperately needed him 
"Oh?"
"Please jack,"
he smirked and whispered deeply in my ear "Yes dearest." he smirked stroking my mound before rubbing on my throbbing clit 
"Uuhh uhhhh uhhhhhhh" I whined as he continued with my neck at the same time by now my neck looked as if I had been in a fight covered in hickeys and bite marks all down one side of my neck, not caring the marks he made just wanting to make us excited I moaned as he made a hickey on my most sensitive spot while he slipped his fingers inside me still rubbing my clit with his thumb but I clamped my hand over my mouth to stop my moan even if my eyes rolled back a little 
"Ohh..." He growled "Such a cute little thing," he cooed "Do you want me to stop?" he whispered and I shook my head "Alright," he smirked nibbling and kissing as his fingers worked but not fast enough I grabbed his wrist and tried to make his hand move faster but he pulled back "Ohh I see," he whispered nibbling my ear "Y/n..." he groaned kissing down to my collar bone and across my gasping chest giving him more space and more real estate to leave hickeys and bites, I tugged on his hair to pull his lips to mine for an intense make out till he pulled back "Let me see them."
"What?" I blushed but with my quick breaths my chest was rising and falling so fast his eyes lingered there 
"Let me see them," he growled "Let me see them y/n." He whispered in my ear making his fingers move much faster
"Uhhh Jack please!" I gasped I took his hand away and moved it to the ribbon tie of my dress I went to help him but he pushed my hand off
"I want to do it." he smirked, he then picked me up in his arms like a bride and carried me to bed laying me down on my back, he unlaced my dress making sure to be agonizingly slow before he tugged it off me leaving me naked on my bed, he smirked down at me pulling his suspenders down and threw his shirt to the side He gasped a moment before he took my hands resting them on his shoulders and letting me slide them down his chest "Feel how breathless I am for you, feel hour quickly my heart beats for you,"
"And feel how I do for you," I smiled and rested my wrist on his neck,
"Hmmm... you are more perfect than any other woman I have ever met" he gasped, "Are you sure you want me?"
"Yes Jack" I gasped, throwing my head back against the bed,
"That's all I need to hear Y/n,"
 He didn't need another word he pulled my legs up and open before tugging his trousers down, he stroked his hard shaft a couple of times before he held the base and guided himself inside me he groaned as he found his way, he held my hips a little raised as he was stood and I was laid on the bed to ensure the best pleasurable angle as he began his almost violent thrusts but this was normal for Jack, as the moment he's allowed to he will not control himself but I rather liked it, seeing him often so composed and calculated a slave to his hormones and needs, I didn't hold back my screams given often when we did this my family would be in bed or his colleagues on the side of a door but as we were alone I didn't have to hold my screams back, he didn't hold back his grunts and groans either which I found sexier then I like to admit, the bed creaking as he thrusted I knew I was close clawing down his back in desperation for the pleasure that was building and building and building until I hit it screaming and clamping my legs around him my eyes rolling back and my jaw hung open, pleasure rushing though my body jack kept going for a while but he was slower sloppier unable to control himself much longer until he moaned loudly and quickly pulled out sending his seed across my stomach, 
"Sorry y/n-"
"It's okay, we haven't had time alone in a while" I giggled, pulling his head into my chest to catch our breath for a while "Do you think you have the energy for more?" I asked tenderly stroking his shaft and he was still hard,
"More? you sure you want more?"
"More" I pleaded
"hmmm you're pretty cute when you beg,"
"Don't make me beg too much Jack you won't like me when I'm too... desperate," I smirked stroking his chest and his neck till I reached his hair and I tugged on it hard pulling his hair 
He smirked and chuckled at little at me pulling his hair slightly and biting his lip "Maybe I like you when you're desperate dearest." he smirked 
I pulled him down to kiss me pulling our lips into a heavy makeout before I pushed his head down 
"Ohh? All alright." He smirked as he began kissing and licking my clit as mercilessly as he did my neck 
"Uhhhhhh! Uuuuuuhh! Jack!" I squealed 
"ummmm! I love when you're loud for me Y/n" he growled as he began to suck, 
I did my best not to scream at the feeling of such intense pleasure but I pulled his hair so he came back to my face "I need you. Now." I half pleaded and half demanded 
"Really? You need me dearest? hmmm?" He smirked grinding himself against me as he had now gotten hard again, 
"Yes" I nodded grinding back on him "Jack, More, Please."
"Are you sure?"
"More!" I demanded digging my nails into his hips and flipping us over so he laid in the middle of my bed and I crawled over his lap 
"Ohh very demanding dearest." he smirked and I didn't hesitate to move to let him slip back inside me "uHhh fuck-" he gasped leaning on his hands to keep himself up a little, I didn't waste my time starting to ride him bouncing and grinding as fast as I could resting my hands on his stomach, he did his best to keep quiet smirking hard as he watched me ride him his hips working with me so we could move more intensely on one another, the bed springs creaking with each thrust and bounce but I didn't care, his eyes squarely on my breasts as I bounced "UUghhhh! I'm already close y/n!"
"Just a little longer Jack." I pleaded 
He smiled biting my neck a little as he took my hips and moved them even faster than I could on my own and he thrusted so hard up into me I had no choice but to squeal 
"UUghhhhhhh! JACK!" I screamed as I hit my wall of pleasure biting his neck as I did but he quickly threw me off onto the bed leaning his head back as he sent his seed across his stomach 
"Fuck- you were... certainly excited weren't you-" He groans gasping desperately given he just had two rounds without much break collapsing on the bed trying to get his head straight,
"I love you, Jack,"
"I love you too," He smiled 
I got up and fetched us both something to drink given we were both now tried and dehydrated, 
"You really like it when I nibble your neck don't you?"
"I do," I giggled,
"Hmmm maybe I'll start kissing and nibbling you again?"
"Really?"
"Yeah? That sound good dearest?" 
I smirked sitting up on my knees and stroking down his chest giving his shaft a few gentle strokes and rubs, 
"Ummm... yes?"
"Just testing."
"testing?" 
"If little Jack has enough energy for me." I cooed feeling him get hard again, 
"Always Y/n." He gasped, 
"Round three?" I asked innocently, 
"Fuck I love when your family isn't here." He smirked pulling me into a kiss I happily kissed back and then pulled back and turned my back to him looking at my pillows, he quickly came close his hands roamed my body squeezing my breasts a little before he pushed me to bend over and quickly pushing himself back inside me as he held my hips, "Uhhhhh Jack!" I smirked moving my hips back and forth to start our thrusts, and he wasted no time getting utterly merciless on me I had to keep my hands on the bed to keep my head from being thrusted into the pillow slightly giggling at the sound of our hips meeting over and over but it was often overshadowed by just how deep he could get like this, and after a while, he began to slow, "Don't slow down." I pleaded
"I'm already two shots down y/n. I'm not exactly got a lot of energy left." 
"Ughhh Jack!" I complained moving my hips myself to keep the speed the same, he moaned loudly and moved his hands from my hips to my breasts twisting my nipples as he mercilessly thrusted with enough to tip me over the edge "UHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yes! yes JACK!" I squealed doing my best to ride it out he tried to slow me but I just kept at the pace until his hips bucked quickly -
"Ughhhhhhh! fuck- " He groans forcing himself out and sending his seed across my back, "Sorry- sorry-" he gasped
"It's alright Jack." I smiled, cuddling up to him a little and giving him kisses "You're tired." 
He gasps fast and hard "You are an evil little thing when your horny y/n."
"I can't help it," I giggled "I love you so much"
"I love you too" He smiled playing with my hair 
"Jack..." I whispered after a while of resting 
"Yeah?"
"Again?" 
He chuckled a little "You evil little thing,"
"More." I cooed stroking his shaft and feeling him get hard again for me "Aww little Jack does have some more energy."
"You know I can't resist you." he smirked leaning on his elbows, "Go on then dearest."
I giggled and jumped on his lap this time with my back to him so he could play and tug on my hair as I bounced myself violently desperate for this burning ache to be cured I glanced over my shoulder at him and saw him gnawing at his lip trying desperately to keep his head straight he pulled my hair hard 
"Slow down dearest. you're gonna make me cum."
"Isn't that what you need?" I smirked jiggling my butt as I bounced 
"You know I do" he growled holding my hips and thrusting hard inside me 
"uhhhhhh Jack!" I squealed bouncing faster and harder he often pulled my hair to make me arch my back as I bounced until I began to rub my clit 
"AH ah ah!" He smirked slapping my hand off "That's my job." he smirked rubbing on my clit mercilessly which was enough to tip me over the edge squealing loudly and squirting down him, he let me ride it out moving hard and fast until he pushed me down onto the bed and sent his seed across the sheets "I love you so much y/n
"I love you too Jack" I smiled giving him a gentle kiss as we both lay sweaty, gasping trying to process ourselves, given the last... god knows how long we had been at this like literal rabbits.
Once I had the strength I climbed out of bed and went looking for where my dress ended up quickly slipping it on and fixing my hair having a drink after all that. when I looked back to the bed Jack was fast asleep so I let him rest for a while getting started on dinner, once it was cooking I went back up and found him still asleep so I giggled climbing onto the bed and onto his lap "Wakey wakey"
"Humm? Ohh sorry y/n I think I uhh I think I died for a minute" 
"Really?" I giggled giving him some water, 
"I did just cum four times... I'm surprised I didn't just pass out" he chuckled 
"That's true." I giggled "So.... dinner's cooking."
"Good, I'm starving after all that" he smiled giving me a kiss 
"So... it's gonna be about an hour?" I cooed stroking his chest 
He gasped a little his eyes widening "I'm gonna love marrying you aren't I?"
"Yes you will" I smirked tugging him into a kiss and dragging him down into bed with me...
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softpascalito · 8 months
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Pedro Pascal x Reader - I'll look after you
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Summary: Pedro is sick (but of course he doesn't admit it). You look after him. Hurt/Comfort (but the twist is that you're the one doing the comforting).
Relationships: Pedro Pascal / Reader
WC: ~2000
Tags/Warnings: RPF, Pedro Pascal, No use of Y/N, Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Sick!Pedro, Established Relationship, Mostly Gender-Neutral, Fluff and Angst, pedro pascal needs a hug, this is so soft and emotional and gentle-, author uses fanfic as therapy
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Notes: hello loves! just a quick heads up: this is no medical advice because someone decided to got to film school rather than medical school. anyways: enjoy <3
songs recommended to go with this fic: look after you - the fray moon song - phoebe bridgers - lea
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“You're not going.”
Pedro let out an exasperated sigh:” It's just a small interview. I'll be fine.” “If it's just a small interview, surely it's no big deal for them to reschedule.” You retorted instantly.
You were standing in the hallway of the small apartment the two of you shared. It was a familiar scene. Pedro quickly slipping into his worn-out trainers, already halfway towards the door, balancing his phone, keys and a coffee in his left hand, a kiss on the cheek the last thing you got before he hauled off to whatever photoshoot or interview he had scheduled that day.
Today however, something was different. He had slept in later than usual, hence the hurry he was in now.
“I can see you're not doing well.”-”I said Im fine.” You could hear his voice straining a little more. Pedro was very patient- especially with you. But he hated being late and you knew he likely was already on edge with whatever he was going through:” I'll see you tonight.”
He gave another nod in the rough direction of you and turned towards the door. Your voice became a tad more gentle as you spoke.
”Pedrito.”
For a second, you thought he was going to ignore you, brush it off and hurry to his car, leaving you behind. But then he stopped his movements, his hand remaining on the handle of the open door as his shoulders slumped ever so slightly. You waited another beat before speaking again:
“Please let me give them a call and ask them to reschedule. I'll take the blame if you want.” 
The door closed as he took a step back and leaned against it. You barely caught his voice as he spoke:” Alright.”
You closed the distance between you and your gaze automatically wandered over him, taking in the beads of sweat on his forehead and the glazed-over look in his eyes that had made you skeptical in the first place. What you had failed to notice was the small tremor in his hands. “Give me those,” you said softly, and you were glad to see that he allowed you to take the keys and coffee out of his hands and place them on the small hallway table next to you.
“You wanna go lie down? I'll give them a call and then I'll make you some tea, alright?”
He noticed how gentle your tone was, how careful you seemed- all because he was running a small fever. Still, he couldn't help the tiny part of him that felt relieved at the idea of not having to go to the interview, not having to answer questions he had heard several times before, not having to sit under the scorching lights.
“As you command,” he teased. You knew he was doing this to take some of your worry away, to make you feel better. Pedro did this a lot. Whenever he felt like he had dug too deep or like he was putting too much weight on you, he'd simply play it off. After months together, you could see right through it. For now, however, you decided to let it slide, giving him a small smile, meant to lift his spirits.
The call didn't take long. There was a notion of annoyance on the other side of the line and you were reminded to cancel as early as possible in cases like these. You didn't give any explanation, simply reassured them that you'd find a new date and hung up.
You were just standing on your tiptoes to check the scarce collection of tea in the cabinet, when you heard the small commotion from the hallway. For a second, you assigned it to something falling over in the breeze coming from the sea or a sound drifting in from the outside. And then you remembered the exhaustion in Pedros face.
You were in the hallway in an instant, finding him leaning onto the small end table. The cup of coffee had fallen to the floor, a rug below catching most of its contents. For a split second, you got annoyed, knowing you'd have to throw it into the laundry. You opened your mouth to complain- and closed it again. The slight anger in you turned into genuine concern as you saw Pedros white knuckles holding on to the table, his face pale.
“Babe?” You asked softly as you stepped forward, ignoring the way the coffee was also soaking into your socks:” You okay?”
“Jus' a little dizzy,” He mumbled, closing his eyes for a moment as he tried to steady himself:” Sorry.”
“Stop apologizing.” You said firmly as you half crouched between him and the table and then raised yourself to full height again, allowing him to use you as a crutch:” Let's get you to the couch, big guy.”
It took quite some combined effort, and more than once you worried about him actually passing out- but eventually, he fell down onto the couch with a soft sigh. He leaned back, covering his face with his hands:” Fuck, I'm sorry.” He mumbled, again. Apologizing. Again. Always apologizing.
“Do you want me to call a doctor or something?” You asked, still unsure about how bad his state actually was.
“No, no, just need a minute.” You watched with concern as he took a few deep breaths, clearly trying to convince his body to stay conscious. The thing about unconsciousness though is that it doesn't have shit to do with willpower. If you fall, you fall. No matter how hard you're trying to tell your brain to keep pumping the blood towards where it's needed.
The water heater beeping dragged you back to reality.
“I'll get you that tea either way.” You mumbled and headed towards the kitchen again, muttering a ' you stay ' with another glance in his direction.
He did as told.
You quickly threw the tea bag into the mug, poured the hot water on it, grabbed a small chocolate bar for good measure and returned to the living room.
“Here you go.” You mumbled as you sat the steaming mug down and offered the chocolate to Pedro:” Will this help?” He gave you a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. They still looked glazed over and you hummed as you took in his face, gently bringing your hand up to feel his forehead.
“Pedge, you're burning up.” He looked up at you with his round, brown puppy eyes and he just looked so goddamn miserable that it truly broke your heart, instantly making you wish you could take all his pain away.
“Okay, let me get a thermometer-” Pedro frowned slightly:”Do we have one of those?”-”I bought one, remember? I said-”
”You said we'd need one eventually.” He offered.
Despite his pitiful state, you couldn't help but grin a bit:” That's right.” You hummed as you grabbed a small box from the hallway closet, filled with different medications and- ”Here it is.”
As you approached him, Pedro squirmed slightly:” You're not gonna try to put that up my butt, are you?” You rolled your eyes:” Your mouth is fine.” 
With a small wink, you added:” I'm saving your pretty little bum for another time.”
He blushed slightly at that but you barely noticed, already busy taking the thermometer out of its packaging:” You want me to do it?”
Pedro gave a small nod but you could tell he was conflicted about it. For a moment, he seemed to consider his words:” Baby, maybe you should leave. I don't want you getting sick too and-”
”No.” He opened his mouth to protest, but you cut him off by pressing a small kiss to his lips:” There. Already infected. Now open up.” 
He was stunned enough to not protest. You were as gentle as possible as you rested one hand on his cheek, the other leading the thermometer into his mouth:” No talking.” He grumbled a bit but did as told, his gaze lingering on you as you both waited for the beep that would signal that the temperature was ready. 
At this point, he knew you well enough to realize that you wouldn't leave him- no matter how many times he asked. On the other hand, you knew him well enough to realize he would still ask, always afraid of being a burden. 
Your brows furrowed a bit as you took the thermometer out and glanced at the small screen:” It isn't too bad but some paracetamol wouldn't hurt.” You deduced, already grabbing the pills from the box and quickly glancing over the leaflet.
The look Pedro was giving you didn't fully reach your brain until you realized how quiet he was. Immediately, you turned your attention towards him:” Are you okay? Are you feeling dizzy?”
To your surprise, he gave a small chuckle. He was glancing at you in wonder:” How do you know all this?” You raised a brow:'' Thermometers and Paracetamol aren't exactly rocket science.” He shook his head:” Still, you're- you're kind of good at that.”
You gave a small shrug as you poured him a glass of water:” I spent a few summers helping out at camp when I was younger. They didn't have a proper nurse so I filled in.”
Again, he stared up at you in amazement:” I didn't know that.” He said quietly.
“Well, we never- it never came up.” You replied, a little self-conscious:” I didn't think it was very interesting.”
“Everything about you is interesting. To me, I mean.” He blurted out. You stared at him for a moment and then sighed, shaking your head.
“Pedro, you have a fever.”-”So?”-”So, declarations of your deep love for me don't count because you're not in the right state of mind.” Both of you stayed quiet as you settled down on the couch.
“Are you sure you dont wanna leave?” You smiled at him gently as you drew a blanket over his legs:” Go to sleep, baby.”
Again, you fell into silence as you watched him close his eyes. You were beginning to think he'd already fallen asleep, when he suddenly spoke again.
“Querida?” He asked in a low voice. Your head perked up slightly:” Hm?”
“Remind me again tomorrow.” 
Your brows furrowed in confusion, your brain already zoning out:” Remind you of what?”
“To tell you how much I love you.”
You were too choked up to answer. You simply stared at him, his broad form nestled into the couch, two pillows below his back because it always, always hurt, his hair messy and sticking up into all directions and his eyes closed, seemingly already drifting off to sleep. He looked so soft and vulnerable and you couldn't help the strong urge to protect him, to shield him from all evil in the world. Including the evil of a sick day.
It didn't take more than a few minutes until his breathing became deeper and eventually he began snoring softly.
You watched his chest rise and fall from your spot on the couch and you thought your heart might leap out of your own chest and join in his, because you simply loved him that much.
With a small sigh, you got up again. You turned off the doorbell, threw both your socks and the coffee-stained rug into the washer, drew a few curtains and hid the script Pedro had been working on below some magazines. As far as you were concerned, he was on bedrest for the remainder of the day.
When you were satisfied, you returned to your spot on the couch, shifting slightly so that you were lying next to him but still giving him enough space to turn in his sleep.
“I'll remind you every day.” You mumbled, more to yourself than him.
I'll remind you every day as long as your answer stays the same, I'll have you as long as you'll have me . 
You thought distantly as you too closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep, your hand finding his in a gesture that conveyed more than either of you could say. 
But you knew. Both of you knew .
You knew now and you'd know the day after. And the day after that. And you had a feeling he did too.
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ty for reading!! i am afraid i am in fact a hopeless romantic. anyways, i hope you guys enjoyed it, please leave a comment if you did <3
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honestsycrets · 8 months
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omggg I would love to request a "are you really so oblivious?" with Miguel
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❛ summary | you're not picking up on any of the signs Miguel is throwing. he's is desperate enough to ask your pupil pavitr for help.
❛ sy's notes | as requested! i will post dad!miguel drabble on wednesday.
❛ sy's tags | pupil pavitr, pavitr being a helpful bug, some anger, some violence, mostly just minor angst and some cuteness.
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“She's pretty, no?" Pavitr sings, "You could just assssk her. ”
Miguel doesn’t know why he’s here. He doesn't know why he's still trying after the trainwreck that was February. He also doesn’t know why the kid insists that 'help' is bombing his dates just to whisper in his ear. Dates that he feels are dates but you don’t know are dates.
That's what happens when you want a woman who hasn't dated in years.
It’s not enough that he’s stuffed himself into clothes that he doesn’t like, like the black button-up that is a size too small, because that’s the largest size he could find. He leaves a button or two exposed because as Pavitr says, you love to comment on how soft he looks with just a little skin. He has to be soft, too.
As if being soft was ever a good thing for Miguel. It never failed. He gets soft, his life goes complete and utter shit. You’re nibbling a hunk of roti between your thumb and index finger, grinning behind your fingers. You might have heard it, but like many things, you’re not connecting the dots. You never connect the fucking dots.
“Hm, new girlfriend, Pav?”
“Me?” he peeped, his grin ear to ear. “No! Bhaiya has his eye on a girl. A pretty girl.”
The loud cafe was full of beautiful women with thick bangles, kohl-lined eyes, and playful smiles. They spoke about all kinds of things: family life, relationships, friendships, and school. Of every woman here, he finds himself aching to know what goes on behind your eyes, almost troubled with what Pavitr was saying.
“Mi Miguel?” you tilt your head, a set of your gilded earrings clinking as you moved. Pavitr suggested you dress up on purpose-- Despite the power that courses through his upper body, Miguel feels weak. "Not my Miguel."
My Miguel-- Mi Miguel, both sound gorgeous when they come your lips. He could get used to it.
“See, she said ‘mi’, that’s your chance,” he’s whispering in Miguel’s ear. He pinches his brow, rolling the skin between his fingertips. Whatever chance Pavitr thinks he has is slipping away. Miguel can’t be bothered to stop it. This kid can't possibly know how you feel.
“You have to be talking about someone else. All those Spiders in HQ and yet Miguel never goes after them, not one. Mira-- Pav. On San Valentín Miguel gave me flowers, rosas. Of all the girls!”
Fuck. Pav blinked, his gaze following Miguel in his seat. He doesn’t address his humiliation, just lets you chew on it. He closes his eyes, wishing that he could forget that awkward day. It was pathetic, the way he called you into his lab, a bundle of roses in his arms. Just for a kiss on the cheek that proceeded to torment him the rest of the month. Aw, how cute, Miggy.
All that... just to be called cute.
"Maybe he likes you! Did you get him anything?" Pav is trying here, but you’re not picking up on anything that he’s laying down. You laughed it off, awkward as you were.
“Me? No, Miguel-- he doesn't like me,” you clean your hands and lean in your chair. Your sultry eyes fall on Miguel, bidding him to lower his hand from his eyes. He catches your gaze as you ask, "Do you, Miggy?"
"No. You're making assumptions."
Your eyes scan Miguel over, searching for some sort of fault in Miguel's face. Solemn, playing as amused. You don't find any in his hard gaze. You come to the antithesis of what he meant, assuming that he was talking to Pavitr rather than you. Your gaze hardens, shutting him out from the depths of your emotions. Then, your mood turns. It's not like you.
“See? The day Miguel finds a woman is the day I'll find a man." You reach for your tea, lips churning in a frown. " Pero, since he has someone, I should start looking in Nueva York, hm?”
Pavitr grimaces.
“Damn it!” Miguel bites out. His hand slams on the flimsy table, snapping it in two. Your tea spills over your gold dress as Pavitr and you lurch to stabilize it. It didn’t help that there were countless sets of warm eyes boring at Miguel as he stormed through the tiny entrance of the shop to avoid more damage to the poor owner’s store.
Why did he try? He was entirely sick of it. Sick of trying to show how much damn work he was doing to get you to understand how he felt. Pavitr had not helped at all. If anything, he made it worse. At least before-- you weren't looking for someone. When you were alone, just with him, it could be the two of you. No one else mattered. Miguel regrets stomaching his pride just to ask the boy for help. What was he thinking-- asking a teenager about adult issues?
“Miggy!”
He hears your voice but dips into the busy crowd. He sticking out like a sore thumb with his excessive muscle tone and your quick steps, quicker with your spider abilities. If you were anyone else, he would have cut you out of his life. Instead, he’s just a bug stuck in your spider web.
You snatched his watch-clad wrist, whirling him around. He can’t fight your touch, he longs for it, craves it more than he’s craved anything in the past few months. You shove him into a shadowy alleyway. His back connects with the wall, head shifting to the sea of saris and rich color. He isn’t looking at you.
“Miguel O’Hara, look at me.”
“Go find that man you want so much,” he bit out, the words scratching out of his throat as if they had barbs.
“¿Qué? Miguel, you’re-- dios mío. Why are you acting so angry? You didn't want me!”
“Of course, I want you! But you are-- are you really so oblivious?” he shouted, his fist connecting with the wall beside him, A crater forms around his massive hand, shaking loose dust from the building. "Nothing I do is enough."
"Stop," you grasp his hand, bringing them to your hand for a slight kiss. His heart rips into his chest, suddenly unable to tear his eye away from the red stain of lipstick over his knuckles. His irritation cools like cold water meeting a roiling boil, tracking how you shift his large palm to your cheek.
“Perdóname. I thought--” you find yourself mumbling, “You… How could you like me?”
He watches your hand fall away from his, maintaining a hold on your cheek. Even now, he finds you beautiful, soaked in chai all over your gilded gown. He knows why you can’t understand. Since he’s known you, you rarely had a man pursue you because as a girlfriend. Aside from your shapely body, you were the sort of woman men didn’t usually pursue. He knows you don’t like his shouting, it shows in the way your eyes dart to the pebbles under his boots. He tapers down his tone.
“I just do.” He sets a small kiss on your forehead, his hand slipping around to collar your nape. Your fingers turn over his tawny exposed chest, almost shyly so. You could bring him to his knees touching him like that, a gentleness that he’s only longed for since he first fell for you. You’re so close-- yet, nothing is solidified. It could slip away. “¿Y tú?”
“I-- I do, I do too.”
Your cheeks flush. Moreso when he spots Pavitr peeking around the corner, gazing at his thumb stroking your cheek with the most aggravating smile ruptured across his face. Miguel releases a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding, his tone becoming sharp, nearly heartless in the way he says them.
“Soooo, do you... need any more help, Bhaiya?”
“I think we can take it from here, Pav. Thank you for helping me.”
Helping you? Miguel snaps down to look at you. You gaze back into Miguel’s confused eyes with the warmth that he needs at that moment. Pavitr’s picking-- about asking you out, teasing him when you said you’d find someone else-- suddenly makes complete sense. Pav slides away, grinning like the idiot Miguel feels he is.
“What do you mean-- Helping you?”
“Well,” you smiled. “Miggy. He’s my kid. You couldn’t have really thought he’d help you.”
“No. Apparently not."
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drunkenlionwrites · 10 months
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jealous dan heng ,gepard, and himeko (separate) pulling you aside to eat you out/fuck you or literally anything ever
afab gn reader please<333
Hi nonnie! That's such a hot request. Sorry that Dan Heng's part is so lackluster. I went all out on Gepard and Himeko though! Hope you enjoy it :3 Warnings: nsfw, gender-neutral, afab reader, penis in vagina sex, oral sex (reader receiving)
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Dan Heng
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Since arriving to Xianzhou Luofu and helping with their pursuit of Kafka, general Jing Yuan began frequently sending texts to you and Stelle whenever he felt bored…which was pretty often. He became accustomed to your visits and often invited the two of you over to play starchess. Dan Heng didn’t see anything bad about it in the beginning, thinking that the general just found the company of trailblazers amusing. But then, why hadn’t he invited March or him for once? It has always been you, and a bit less frequently Stelle.
Still, Dan Heng was a patient man and he saw that you didn’t mind paying visits with general and later talked to him about the conversations you’ve had with Jing Yuan. His patience, though, has ended at some point. That point being one more text with invitation from general to visit him the same evening as you and Dan Heng already planned a small date together.
“You will not go” he said with a calm commanding voice. You looked at him with slightly widened eyes, not used to such an intonation from your lover. “What’s gotten into you all of the sudden?” you asked.“Last time I checked, I was your boyfriend, not general. And I’d like you to spend time with your boyfriend instead of other men, whose company you seem to prefer lately” you could almost see a pout on his face. “Dan Heng…could it be…are you possibly jealous?” you asked with amusement in your voice.
He just went to the door of the archive room and locked it, turning back to you and capturing you in his hands. “Seems like I’ll need to make sure the general sees that you’re busy with other matters” he muttered against your neck, his lips sucking on your soft skin, leaving marks without a doubt, while he pushed you in the direction of his makeshift bed.
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Gepard
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Gepard was a busy man, so young yet already a captain of the Silvermane Guards. After Bronya became the new Supreme Guardian of Belobog he had even less time, aiding her in whatever way he could, while also guarding Belobog from the fragmentum. He was a busy man, yet he always did his best to find time for you, which seemed to be irrelevant to you lately, since you’ve also been busy, running and helping here and there, spending your time between Natasha’s clinic, Serval’s shop and many other people. Last time he saw you was around 2 weeks ago due to your busy schedules.
Last message he sent you has been today, asking for a meeting, writing about how he missed you, feeling his cheeks getting a bit hot as he typed those letters. He received the response that you’ll be busy helping out someone at Qlipoth Fort. While feeling a bit let down, he understood your predicaments and since he still had some free time off, he decided to go visit Serval at her shop. Upon entering it and seeing you there, happily laughing with Serval and Stelle, drinking the tea, he frowned a but, noticing three pairs of eyes turning back to greet him. “Hi, Gepard, so great that you’re here!” you said while you stood up and came trotting up to him, hugging his neck.
“Stelle, sister” he nodded to the other two girls, “I need to borrow your friend for a minute to have a quick talk” he said seriously. You gulped, as Gepard began leading you upstairs, which served as Serval’s living area. You awaited a lecture, or an awkward shy talk with blushing Gepard. What you didn’t expect was his lips crushing onto yours as soon as the doors closed behind you. “It’s so hard to catch you these last few days. “You left me feeling lonely and neglected” he said in between kisses, his hands clumsily meddling with the buttons of your jacket and then shirt, his thigh coming to press between your legs. “Do you even know how much I long for you?” he said, his got breath fanning your face, his eyes already hazed and half-lidded.
“Oh Gepard, I am so sorry that I’ve been such a neglectful partner. Let me make it up to you” you looked up at him from beneath your lashes, which only made him audibly whine and hoist you up by your thighs to sit you up on the dresser, sliding your skirt up, leaving only your panties on for now. “Oh, I know a way for make it up to me now.” his face was flushed, his breath uneven, as he reached his pants to get rid off the piece of garment that divided you. Once he was done, he trailed the stipe down your clothed pussy with his fingers, feeling them already soaking with your lube.
He pushed your panties aside, his thumb pressing slow circles to your clit as he pressed his already hard cock to your pussy, entering you in one fast movement. You gasped at that, feeling your walls stretching around him with a slight burning sensation. Gepard moaned, feeling your soft wet walls hugging his cock. “You’re so very hot inside right now” he grunted to your ear, setting up a quick pace from the beginning. The dresser was staggering and hitting the wall each time Gepard was pushing his length inside you. You could only helplessly moan, clutching your hands onto his shoulders, taking everything he was giving you, the fleeting thought of Stelle and Serval hearing you had passed your mind, but you were too far gone to care.
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Himeko
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It's been only around a month since you and Himeko confessed to each other and started officially dating. Everything has been wonderful, you two basking in each other’s affections and having a wonderful time together. You didn’t want to look dumb and uninformed in front of Himeko, since you were in the period of your relationship when you still want to impress your lover and show your best sides, so you started going for advice and information to Welt. Sometimes your talks lasted for few hours, you eagerly absorbed all the information provided like a sponge, excited to learn all the new things about the Galaxy and trailblazing in general.
Little did you know that your sudden interest in Welt caused your beloved to feel a bit insecure and abandoned. One evening, when you had already spent around 2 hours in Welt’s room and still didn’t come out, Himeko grew impatient and knocked on the door, entering the room without waiting for the answer. “Welt, do you mind if I take your dear companion for a moment?” Welt looked at her a little bit surprised, but just shrugged saying “Why not? We’re done for today anyway, I think” Smiling at you, he returned to his business, while you followed Himeko hesitantly, haven’t seen her so impatient before. You’ve always thought of her as of a collected and mature woman full of patience and wise beyond her years. And now this mature woman was tugging you by the sleeve, leading you to her room unceremoniously.
Once she reached the destination, she led you to her bed, pushing you gently when you were touching it with the backs of your knees, plopping next to you and looking into your face expectedly. “I’ve been missing you lately” she confessed, caressing your thigh. “What does Welt have that I don’t, that you prefer his company to mine?” she asked softly. You looked at her, thinking over her question. Was she…insecure? It dawned on you how it must’ve looked from her perspective. “Oh no, Himeko. It’s not…it’s not like that. I’ve been asking Welt to tell me more about space travelling and different places, about you know…about everything, so I can hold meaningful conversations with you, so I can be interesting to you. I didn’t come to you because I didn’t want to seem…incompetent” Himeko’s face has brightened with relief as she chuckled and pushed you down on the bed, her fingers trailing beneath your skirt, her face following them.
“Oh kitten…” she murmured gently “I would never think of you this way. I would’ve enjoyed explaining to you anything you want to know about.” You’ve felt her slender fingers tugging your panties off you, her hot mouth pressing to your core once you were freed from them. She trailed circles around your clit, alternating between kissing your pussy, pressing hot long stipes against it and trailing random patterns, earning frantic noises leaving your mouth. “Have I ever made you feel like you should be embarrassed in front of me, kitten?” she asked, her voice quiet and erotic, which made you clench around nothing, causing you to whine impatiently. She chuckled, burying her face between your legs, her fingers entering your pussy, beginning moving inside of you, curling to get to your sensitive spot. She ate you out so eagerly, so desperately, the movements of her fingers causing the room to be filled with the lewd noises of your squelching pussy.
“Ah, Himeko…I won’t last long…I…I’ll cum now.” you mewled. “Come onto my face, kitten. And throw your foolish thoughts out of your head, m?” she said, moving her lips from your pussy for a moment. You felt all thoughts completely leaving your head once you began pulsing around her lithe fingers.
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captain-mj · 2 months
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Okay, so I'm very sick rn, and could use an order of Fluff, please.
Maybe some GhostSoap where Ghost gets deliriously sick and is having hallucinations, and Soap just stays there and comforts him through it all?
Wrote this while a tiny bit depressed so I hope you like it
Ghost never got sick. He just didn't. The mask kept him from getting most airborne illnesses (presumably) and he was careful to never get infections.
But somehow. Someway. He had... something. Didn't matter. The fever that wracked his body was vicious and cruel.
Soap was currently sitting with him and fretting. He was muttering about medicine and what to do and stuff that made Ghost's head hurt.
Someone... spoke. His head jerked towards it but it didn't repeat.
"Simon." Soap called to him, putting his hand on his warm cheek. "You're burning up." His voice sounded very far away.
Gentle hands laid him down. For a moment, he felt like a kid again, safe and sound in his mom's arms. He heard someone whimper and wondered if Soap had hurt himself.
Soap carefully tapped his cheek and he opened his mouth on command. A pill was slipped into his mouth and then some cold water followed. Ghost closed his eyes and drifted.
Something called to him again. Speaking to him sweetly. "You need to get up."
Ghost grunted, his head aching. The hand came back, gently running through his hair.
The voice faded to a soft humming. One of the Beatle's songs. His mom's favorite.
Ghost softly hummed along and he swore he could smell her perfume.
Her absence hit him hard as the perfume disappeared. He keened softly, reaching out for her hand again. When he was sick as a kid, she'd give him plain toast and maybe a cup of tea until he felt up for soup. Always the same. Some cheap mix of chicken and vegetable.
Ghost wanted that. He wanted her hand on his hair and his childhood bedroom.
Soap kissed his forehead. "Simon. Why do you look so sad?"
Ghost looked at him and winced. "Johnny... Please don't leave me."
"Hey, I'm not going to leave ya. Gonna stay right here."
Ghost grabbed his hand and kissed his wrist.
"You're burning up." Soap said softly. He grabbed a rag that he dipped in cold water and gently puts it to his forehead. "I'm worried about you."
"No medics. Please."
Soap smiled sadly. "Alright. I'll stay with you until you feel better." He gently put the rag on his cheek and then on his throat.
Ghost groaned softly in relief and smiled. "Thank you. I love you." He missed Soap's sad look.
The hallucinations could not be kind. They couldn't stay as just a sign of grief.
A skeleton stood there. It watched him. Body unnatural.
It popped it's head off and held it out to him.
"Your mother's skull. You killed her."
Ghost closed his eyes tight, afraid.
"Your brother's rib cage. You killed him too."
Ghost covered his ears and the whimpering came again. It didn't occur to him that he could make those noises.
Soap put his arms around him and pulled him to his chest. "I got you, Simon. I got you."
Ghost shivered hard and he pulled up just long enough to take off his shirt. He pressed into Soap's body, feeling the heat rolling off of him. When he tentatively opened his eyes, there was nothing there.
Soap kissed his sweaty hair. "Later, we'll take a shower okay?"
Ghost turned around and hugged on to him, face buried into his skin. "I love you."
"Stop saying that. You're only saying that because you're delirious."
"I'm sorry. I guess I should say it more often. Don't want you to doubt that." Ghost rubbed against him like a cat.
Soap sighed softly and gently ran his hands up and down his back. "Alright, Simon."
Ghost rested against him, enjoying the warmth. Later, he might put on his mask and pretend this never happened. But the part of him that he normally kept shoved down really hoped he wouldn't. He hoped he'd kiss Soap sober and say he loved him again until he realized he was telling the truth.
But for now, his whole body felt like it was on fire. His head hurt. His muscles were sore. So he rested there, safe and sound and with Johnny's heartbeat in his ears.
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chiffxna · 9 months
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A Love Too Dark (03)
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The Marquis Vincent de Gramont x Reader
Chapter 03: He Grabbed Her
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WARNING: THIS IS A DARK FIC.
This story will contain 18+ mature themes, blackmail, forced kissing, dark romance, toxic behaviour, blood, violence, stalking, manipulation, a lot of smut, dubious consent, non-consensual content, yandere Marquis de Gramont, power play, and power imbalance, obsession, dark Marquis de Gramont, and abuse of power. The list will be added more as the story progresses. Minors, don't read.
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Chapter Summary:
Yn returned to the casino the next evening for work while she made sure to avoid the Marquis de Gramont at all costs. Just as she thought she could make it through the night without any direct confrontation, she received a message.
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The next day, all Yn could think about was the Marquis and how she was going to face him in the casino that evening. She spent the day trying to distract herself by taking care of Sydney and her morning shift at the cafe, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the man who had left her shaken and vulnerable the night before.
She found herself unable to fully focus at work at the cafe, daydreaming at times, and even made a couple of minor mistakes which was unlike her since she deemed herself a pro at being a waitress there. It even got the attention of her fellow coworkers.
"Hey," Edric approached her at the counter, concern written all over his face, "You okay?"
Yn faked a smile and nodded, "Yeah, I'm okay!"
However, exhaustion took a toll on her and her smile gradually faded right in front of Edric. She cast her head down, staring into space below her, before she shook her head gloomily, "Umm... no. I'm... a bit stressed."
Edric frowned and said, "Then take a break. I'll cover you as the cashier."
"But the boss is watching," murmured Yn as she faced the cashier, seeing that some of the customers were getting up from their tables.
The man beside her whispered, "Then just stand next to me. I will cover you."
Edric suddenly pushed her gently to the side and manned the cashier. Yn was stunned and observed him handling the customers paying their bills. She finally acquiesced and stood beside him, watching how he interacted with each customer with ease and charm, making them feel welcomed and valued.
After some time, the cafe slowed down, and Edric approached Yn - who was sitting at a table - with a warm smile and a cup of coffee.
"Here, drink this," he said gently, handing her the cup, "You seem like you could use a pick-me-up."
Yn took a sip of the coffee, savoring the taste and the warmth. She felt more relaxed already.
"Thank you," she said gratefully, looking up at Edric with a smile.
Edric smiled back at her and said, "You're welcome."
He quickly dragged a chair away from the table and sat down in front of her. He grabbed his tea and took a gulp right away, slightly fidgeting in her presence. Yn took another sip of the coffee, savoring the delectable flavor he had crafted as a barista in the cafe.
Yn sat quietly, savoring the hot drink and letting the warmth fill her. She looked up at Edric who was apparently studying her. She noticed the faint blush on his cheeks and the way his hands fumbled nervously upon being caught staring before he took a sip of tea. A thought entered her mind and she considered the possibility that Edric, as a man, could understand the Marquis and his behavior better than she could.
Taking a deep breath, Yn decided to do it. She leaned forward slightly and spoke in a hushed tone, making sure no one else could overhear their conversation.
"Edric, can I ask you something?" she began, her voice low and filled with concern.
Edric nodded, his eyes focused on her, his brows furrowed in anticipation, "Sure. What is it?"
Yn hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words to express her thoughts, before she revealed, "It's about this man, someone I work with in the evening... He... he seems fixated on me."
Edric raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with genuine concern. "Fixated? What do you mean?"
Yn hesitated, searching for the right words. "It's hard to explain. He approached me and... it felt overwhelming, almost predatory. I felt trapped... like I was being hunted, and I did not want anything to do with him."
The barista's expression grew serious as he listened intently. He leaned in a little closer, his voice gentle and reassuring as he said, "Yn, it sounds like he has bad intentions. It's like he wants to assert some kind of power over you, to make you feel vulnerable. You didn't give him any sign that you are interested...?"
"No," Yn immediately shook her hand, "I did not, at all."
Edric nodded and added, "Maybe he sees it as a challenge. Some men enjoy the chase. You know, the feeling of conquering someone who is unattainable. It can be an ego boost for them when they get it."
Yn furrowed her brows, trying to process Edric's words. The idea that the Marquis might view her as a conquest didn't sit well with her. It only reinforced her decision to keep her distance and protect herself.
"And he probably thought you were playing hard to get. Playing hard to get can sometimes attract certain men," Edric continued, "They're drawn to you as you keep refusing them over and over again. Then they see it as a game."
Yn pondered his words, trying to make sense of them in the context of her own experience. She remembered how the Marquis had circled her, his intense gaze locked on her as if she was a prize to be won.
Yn's brows furrowed as she absorbed Edric's words. "But why me? I haven't done anything to warrant that kind of attention."
Edric offered a sympathetic smile. "Probably what you normally do. Perhaps he sees something in you that intrigues him, something he wants to uncover or possess. And when you don't respond back to his charms, he is intrigued. Some men, especially those with power and influence, are attracted to that. Like, imagine a man being so powerful, rich, and influential, all girls worship his feet, and then he sees one girl who is not. He will keep his eyes on her and wonders why she isn't crazy about him and his wealth. That's how you get that man's attention."
Yn pondered Edric's words, the pieces slowly falling into place. She realized that the Marquis might be one of those men, drawn to the chase and the allure of capturing someone who seemed unattainable.
"What should I do?" Yn whispered, feeling a knot of anxiety in her stomach.
Edric took a deep breath, then leaned forward, "My advice to you... is to be cautious and protect yourself. Don't give him any reason to believe that you're interested in him. If he tries to pursue you again, make it clear that you're not interested. And if he persists, then it might be time to take it up with your supervisor or someone in a higher position."
Yn restrained herself from disclosing that the man who probably saw her as a conquest was the big boss of the casino and someone of the highest position. Nevertheless, she nodded and said, "Thanks, Edric."
Edric smiled, his eyes full of warmth and sincerity, "You're welcome, Yn. If this guy bothers you again, tell me, okay?"
"Okay," she responded with a small smile as she found herself hoping that the Marquis would not bother her again.
As she got up to leave, Edric stood up with her and gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
"Take care of yourself, Yn," he said before turning back to his station at the cafe.
As Yn walked away, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease settling in her stomach.
As the sun began to set, Yn's anxiety peaked. She knew she had to go to work, but the mere thought of facing the Marquis again made her stomach churn. However, she reminded herself of her plan – stay away from him, avoid being alone with him, and get out as soon as she is done with her shift.
Taking a deep breath, Yn left her apartment, boarded the bus, and walked towards the casino. The evening air was crisp and cool, and she hugged her coat tight around her frame. Her heart thumped erratically in her chest, and she couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in her stomach.
As she entered the casino, Yn tried to put up a smile and greeted back her coworkers. She made her way to the changing room and quickly changed into her uniform, her hands shaking slightly.
Yn took a moment to compose herself, reminding herself of her plan again - stay away from him, avoid being alone with him, and get out as soon as she is done with her shift. Once dressed, she stepped out of the changing room and made her way to her assigned area on the casino floor.
As she walked through the bustling space, Yn couldn't help but feel the weight of the Marquis's presence in the room. She kept her head down, trying to blend into the background, and focused on her responsibilities. Every now and then, she caught glimpses of him out of the corner of her eye, but she made a conscious effort to avoid direct interaction.
Throughout the evening, Yn found herself constantly on edge, aware of the Marquis's proximity. His eyes seemed to follow her wherever she went, and she could feel his gaze piercing through her. The tension between them was palpable, and it only added to the overwhelming atmosphere of the casino.
Yn couldn't help but notice the Marquis's presence lingering in the periphery. She caught glimpses of him from the corner of her eye, his tall figure moving gracefully through the crowd. Each time he entered her line of sight, her fear spiked, and she could feel the tension and unease building within her.
Despite her best efforts, Yn found it increasingly difficult to hide from the Marquis. He seemed to be aware of her presence, always observing her from afar. His piercing gaze followed her as she moved about the casino floor, and it made her feel exposed and vulnerable.
Yn diligently carried out her duties, trying to distract herself from the unnerving presence of the Marquis. She interacted with the patrons, exchanged pleasantries, and ensured their needs were met. However, no matter how hard she tried to focus on her tasks, the Marquis's gaze lingered in her mind, making it difficult to concentrate.
At one point, while she was attending to a group of guests at a roulette table, Yn felt a chill run down her spine. She turned her head and saw the Marquis standing at a distance, watching her intently. His eyes bore into hers, filled with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. She quickly averted her gaze and focused on her work, but the encounter left her feeling exposed and vulnerable.
As the night progressed, Yn couldn't escape the feeling that the Marquis was attempting to corner her, and he did not bother to hide it. He seemed to always be one step behind her, his presence lurking in her periphery. She felt his gaze on her back, his eyes burning into her, and it made her skin crawl.
As the evening wore on, Yn's anxiety grew with each passing minute. Just as she thought she could make it through the night without any direct confrontation, she received a message from Mr. Malone, the former owner of the casino.
[Mr. Malone: Where is Amelia?]
Yn was also clueless as to where her fellow colleague was. She was about to look for Emma when her phone chimed in.
[Mr. Malone: Meet me in the office now.]
Yn's heart sank as she read the message. She knew that Mr. Malone was not the type to call her into his office for a casual chat. Her mind raced with possibilities of what the managing director could say to her regarding Amelia.
With trembling hands, Yn quickly looked for Emma. Once she spotted her, Yn immediately reached her side and whispered, "Where is Amy?"
Emma seemed startled by the sudden whisper beside her. She glanced at Yn and replied in a hush, "She texted me saying she could not make it again today."
Yn nodded and walked away, leaving Emma in confusion. The former then hastily made her way to Mr. Malone's office. As she walked, she could feel the weight of the Marquis's presence behind her. She quickened her pace, desperate to escape the suffocating feeling of his gaze on her back.
When she arrived at the office, Mr. Malone was already there, tapping his foot impatiently. He whipped around to face her and immediately asked in a reprimanding tone, "Yn, where is Amelia? She was absent last night and did not tell me why!"
Yn knew that she had to tread carefully with her words. She took a deep breath and responded, "I'm sorry on behalf of Amelia, sir. She was sick and couldn't make it to work."
Mr. Malone's face contorted with anger. He chided, "That is unacceptable! She should have told me about her absence!"
Yn felt her heart racing, and she desperately tried to calm herself down. She knew that Mr. Malone could be unpredictable, and she didn't want to make things worse. She took a step forward and said, "I will inform her that, sir. Respectfully, she did seem sick last time and need to rest well before returning to work."
"Well, respectfully," Mr. Malone responded with a sarcastic note, "She did not seem unwell last time I saw her. She laughed and mocked the Marquis' comment about art. I simply dismissed her and have not yet scolded her for that yet and she's already sick?"
Yn's heart sank further at Mr. Malone's words. Her mind raced as she tried to come up with a response that would appease Mr. Malone and save Amelia at the same time. She stuttered out a response, "I'm sorry for her, sir. I can guarantee you that Amelia is truly ill and didn't mean any disrespect towards the Marquis. I will speak with her about it and ensure it does not happen again."
Mr. Malone glared at her, his eyes narrowing. Yn could feel the weight of his anger bearing down on her. She waited anxiously for his response, unsure of what he would say next.
Suddenly, the office door swung open, and the Marquis entered, towering over both Yn and Mr. Malone. His presence sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a deep discomfort being near him. Not to mention that it did seem like he was following her here.
The Marquis de Gramont, the new owner of the casino, stood by Yn's side with his hands inside his pocket. Mr. Malone had already risen from his seat, utterly dumbstruck to see the Frenchman barge into his office out of the blue.
The office was silent as the Marquis glanced at them both before he asked with his thick French accent, "Is there any problem?"
Yn felt her heart race as she was glued to the spot, standing beside the Marquis. His towering figure and the way he held himself with such authority sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn't help but feel exposed and vulnerable in his presence as if he could see right through her.
Mr. Malone stuttered slightly but quickly regained his composure. "No, no problem at all, sir. We were just discussing the absence of one of our employees."
The Marquis raised an eyebrow, his gaze flickering over to Yn.
"I see," he said, his voice smooth and velvety. "And who is this employee?"
Yn swallowed hard as Mr. Malone answered, "Her name is Amelia. If you can recall, it's the bunny-girl who was first assigned to be your night companion on your first visit here."
The Marquis' mouth opened in understanding and realization. He obviously recognized which one she was and he pointed out, "Oh. The girl who scoffed at me?"
Yn felt her heart sink as the Marquis' words confirmed her fears. She knew that Amelia had made a grave mistake by disrespecting the Marquis and his comment on art, but she also knew that the girl was genuinely sorry for her actions.
Mr. Malone hung his head in shame and disappointment as he confirmed, "Yes, it was her, sir."
The Marquis looked at the male before him before asking, "How long has she been absent?"
"Two days," replied the managing director, "Ever since she disrespected you, sir. She was absent from work last night without prior notice or explanation, and tonight as well."
The Frenchman harrumphed, nodding his head subtly as if he was registering the issue, before speaking in a casual and indifferent tone, "Fire her."
Yn felt her heart drop as she heard the Marquis' words. She knew that if Amelia was fired, that poor girl would be devastated. She needed to come up with a way to save Amelia's job right then and there. She bit her lip as she anxiously pondered for a way to save her friend's job, her stomach twisting into knots at the thought of Amelia's pain.
She looked up at the tall Frenchman with a sad frown on her eyebrows and spoke up, "Sir, if I may, perhaps we can give her a warning instead. She has been a diligent and hardworking employee before this incident, and I believe that she deserves a second chance."
The Marquis turned his attention to Yn, his piercing gaze making her feel even more exposed. She held her breath, waiting for his response.
The Marquis stared at Yn for a moment, a sly smile playing on his lips. He found her determination to save her friend's job intriguing, and a thought crossed his mind.
"A second chance…" he mused, his voice dripping with amusement. "But I am not a fan of second chances. They are a refuge for failures."
Yn's heart sank further at his words. She knew convincing the Marquis would be a difficult task, but she couldn't give up. Amelia's livelihood was at stake, and she couldn't bear the thought of her friend losing her job over a single and tiny mistake. Now that she mulled over it, it did seem unfair.
With a frown on her face, Yn met the Marquis' gaze and replied, "Everyone makes mistakes, sir. And through them, we can truly grow and learn. I believe in giving people the opportunity to improve themselves."
The Marquis towered over Yn in close proximity, his piercing gaze fixated on her. His smirk was filled with amusement as he evaluated her determination to save Amelia's job. He couldn't help but smirk at the sight of her wide doe eyes and her small figure next to his tall frame, looking up at him so innocently.
"You are quite persuasive. Very well, Yn," the Marquis said, his voice low and velvety, "I will grant your request. But I expect something in return."
Yn's heart skipped a beat as she eyed the Marquis warily, her pulse pounding in her ears like an ominous drumbeat. With every beat of her heart, she knew the risk of dealing with him could have drastic repercussions, but her determination to save Amelia's job drove her forward. She steeled herself and reluctantly nodded, making a silent prayer that this was not a decision she would regret.
The Marquis, upon seeing her nod her head to him, smiled cunningly and cast a side-eye glance at Mr. Malone who was quietly watching them. The Frenchman then nodded his head to the side, towards the door. The managing director immediately understood and walked off, exiting the office and leaving Yn with the man who had been attempting to corner her the whole evening.
Yn felt a pang of fear as she realized she was alone with the Marquis. She knew that being alone with him was dangerous, but she had come too far to back out now. The plan which she had repeated to herself since the start of the evening was quickly discarded in her head. She took a deep shaky breath and asked meekly, "What would you like in return, sir?"
The Marquis stepped closer to her, reducing more distance between them, until he was leaning near her hair and could smell the fragrance of her locks. Yn squirmed under his gaze and next to his tall frame as she awaited his offer.
He suddenly whispered, his voice sending a shiver down Yn's spine, "You. You will accompany me to a private dinner tomorrow evening. Just the two of us. If the evening goes well, and you manage to satisfy me, your friend will be given a second chance."
Yn's eyes widened in shock as the Marquis' words sunk in. She looked at him with fear in her eyes, her body tense and ready to flee as she contemplated his offer. She had not expected such a request, and her mind raced with fear and confusion. She knew that accepting his offer would come at a great cost, but she could not let Amelia lose her job. Swallowing her fear, she forced a nod of her head as she tore her gaze away from the man and looked down.
"Okay..." her voice was soft and timid, evidently revealing how reluctant she was.
The Marquis smirked at her reply, his eyes flickering with amusement. Then he whispered, "Excellent."
However, despite striking a bargain with him, the Marquis did not step away from her. He still towered over her, letting his height suck away her confidence and leaving her feeling vulnerable. Yn's heart raced with terror as she felt the Marquis' warm breath on her neck. His hand came up to brush a strand of hair away from her face, causing Yn to flinch at his touch.
The Marquis noticed her reaction and chuckled to himself. He knew the power he held over her and used it to his advantage. He cherished the power imbalance between them. It made him feel powerful, in control, and dominant, something he craved in all areas of his life. He wanted to see how far he could push her.
Yn felt his hand linger on her cheek and her heart pounded in her chest. She wanted nothing more than to escape from his presence, but her determination to save Amelia's job kept her rooted in place.
She was wondering why the hell he hadn't moved away since a deal had been made, when the Marquis spoke up, "For tonight, however, to justify your friend's action, a kiss is sufficient."
Yn's eyes widened in shock at the Marquis' words, and she took a step back from him. She immediately queried, "What? I thought our deal is a dinner tomorrow evening!"
"That remains," replied the Marquis who stepped closer to her and bent down till his face was right in front of hers by inches. He added, "Your friend has made two mistakes. One, she laughed at me. Two, she was absent from work without telling Malone. Both mistakes deserve punishment. Each has its own consequences."
Yn's mind was reeling from the twist the Marquis made. Her eyes were wide as she stared back at him in horror. The Frenchman continued with a grin, "You are so kind, ma lapine. So noble. You are eager to take on the consequences on behalf of your friend. I like that. So you have to do two things for me for her mistakes and to give her a second chance. One, a kiss tonight until I'm satisfied. Two, a private dinner tomorrow."
Yn's heart sank as she realized the true nature of the Marquis' intentions. He could twist anything and any words to his liking and for his own selfish desires. Her heart was beating so fast that she thought it might burst out of her chest. She was desperate to save her friend's job, but the thought of kissing this man made her feel sick to her stomach.
She tried to reason with him, "But sir, that is too much."
The Marquis shook his head, "A kiss is the only thing that will suffice. I have made up my mind on this matter."
Yn knew that there was no room for negotiation. She had to do this if she wanted to save Amelia's job. She was already stuck in a situation where she had to pay a heavy price for her friend's tiny mistakes. If Mr. Malone handle this, all he would do was just a warning to Amelia and that's all. But the Marquis twisted everything to make it seem worse.
She knew that she was trapped, caught in the spider's web and there was no way out. She had to make a difficult decision and it pained her to do so. Yn took a deep breath, summoning all the tiny courage she had left in her, and said in a quivering voice, "Okay... but please... please give me your words you wouldn't fire her after this deal."
The Marquis leaned closer to her and whispered, "I give you my word. Your friend shall keep her job, provided you satisfy me tonight and tomorrow evening."
Yn nodded, her eyes lowering in submission. She had no other choice but to agree to the Marquis' demands. She felt disgusted by what she had to do, but she had gone too far already, and she did promise to Amelia to ensure she was not fired.
The Marquis stayed close to her, his arrogant smirk still present on his face as he watched Yn's reaction. He knew that he had won the power struggle and was eager to taste the fruits of his victory.
The Marquis stepped closer to her once more, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek. Yn froze in an instant as she realized that he was acting upon the deal already. She felt his fingers glide down her cheek and then his thumb brushing over her lower lip. Her heart was pounding so hard that she could feel it in her ears.
She couldn't believe she was doing this. She tried to convince herself that it was just a kiss, but the Marquis made it clear that it wouldn't be just a peck on the cheek.
For a moment, Yn considered backing out, but she knew that the Marquis wouldn't hesitate to fire Amelia if she did since a deal had been secured. She closed her eyes and braced herself for what was to come.
The Marquis leaned in closer, and Yn could feel his lips brushing against hers. She could taste his arrogance and dominance on his lips as he pressed them harder against hers. He locked lips with hers, pressing his mouth over and over again as she remained a doll in his grasp. And the Frenchman eventually noticed this.
"If you think being a dead fish would satisfy me, you are dead wrong," the Marquis muttered against her lips, "Remember, satisfy me... or this deal is off."
Yn's eyes snapped open, and she realized that she had to put in some effort to please the Marquis. She hesitantly began to respond, her lips pressing against his with more pressure. His lips curled into a devilish smirk and he responded back eagerly, sucking her mouth sinfully that it sent chills up her spine.
She could feel a spark of electricity that sent shivers down her spine, the warm energy of his breath passing over her skin. His lips moved over hers, gently at first before becoming more insistent and urgent, as they moved hungrily against her.
Yn could hear the low hum of pleasure that emanated from the Marquis as he responded eagerly to her hesitant touch. His lips enfolded hers in an almost intoxicating way that made her heart beat faster.
Yn could feel the Marquis’ soft but firm lips against hers, and the warmth of his skin as he pulled her closer. His hands were strong and possessive as they moved to either side of her head, drawing her in further to deepen the kiss.
When his tongue pushed against her lips, demanding entrance, she immediately felt so overwhelmed that she felt like she had to break it off and get a grip. She tried to pull away, but the Marquis held her tightly in place. Feeling his lock on her whole body, she took a step back from him, disentangling her mouth from his, and was about to verbally stop him. However, before she could utter a word, the Marquis slammed his lips back on hers.
Yn's body stiffened at the sudden contact and she tried to push him away, but the Marquis' arms wrapped around her waist, holding her in place. His kiss was forceful, his tongue sliding past her gaping lips, invading her. She tried to resist and push him away by pushing against his chest, but the Marquis was too forceful, overpowering her with his passion.
She eventually dropped her hands and parted her lips wider, allowing him to explore her mouth with his tongue freely. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue reaching far deeper into her mouth. His grip on her tightened as his tongue explored eagerly and commandingly, tasting her and dominating her in every way. It pushed against hers deeply in an almost violent way. Yn felt disgusted by the way he was taking advantage of her, but she didn't have the strength to push him away.
Their lips mashed together in a passionate kiss, creating filthy smacking sounds as their mouths moved together. His breathing was heavy as he kissed her, a low growl in his throat that held a warning. As he moved his tongue around inside her mouth, Yn could hear the soft slurping sound it made as it tasted her. His breath was hot against her face, his tongue urging her to open up more and submit to him.
The Marquis held Yn tightly in place with his hands around her waist, as he explored her mouth aggressively. As the kiss deepened, Yn felt the Marquis' hands moving down her body, his fingers tracing over her curves and her revealing bunny costume. She shuddered at his touch, but she knew that she had to allow him to do whatever he wanted if she wanted to save Amelia's job.
She waited for him to break the kiss and conclude the first deal, but he continued to nip at her lower lip and explore her mouth. Yn felt his hands move from her waist to the back of her head to push her deeper against him. He continued to kiss her sinfully and erotically, running his hands through her hair and then down her back. He pressed his body against hers, letting her feel the full extent of his body against her.
As the Frenchman kissed her, he trailed his hands up her body, tracing over her curves. His touch sent shivers down her spine. She began to ponder that this was going way further than the deal but he did specify to satisfy him. Despite this, it didn't make it any easier for her to have his hands all over her body, as they slid all over her body, exploring her figure. His hand continued to roam over her body, his fingers tracing over her curves.
Goosebumps rose up all over Yn's flesh as his fingers moved over her, sending sensual tingles down her body, and she shuddered in response to his touch.
She tried to resist, but the Marquis gripped her tighter in his arms, his hands moving all over her body. They moved over her waist, before sliding up her chest. Yn trembled under his touch, before moving her hands up to press against his chest, attempting to push him away.
However, the Marquis did not relent. Instead, while kissing her vigorously and with an exploring tongue, he pushed away her hands and ended up grasping one of her breasts. His skin touched hers since the seductive bunny costume didn't cover the entirety of her chest, and revealed a lot of her cleavage. It startled her and caused her to gasp loudly.
With renewed strength due to her shock, she shoved him away forcefully, making him stumble back before he regained his footing. Yn immediately stepped rearward, creating a safe distance between them, as she breathed loudly in the quiet room.
The Marquis appeared flabbergasted and as if he had snapped out of a trance. His eyes locked on her, intense and burning, as he opened his mouth and brought his tongue to the corner of his lips, tasting the lingering warm sensation of their kiss seconds ago.
A smirk curled his lipstick-stained lips. It made him seem like he was satisfied yet he was still plotting his next move to control and dominate her more. The eerie sensation of his eyes staring at her caused her to shudder and his dark gaze moved up and down her body clad in the bunny costume.
"I look forward to our evening together, ma lapine," said the smug Marquis, his voice was husky and breathy due to the intense kissing session, "Tomorrow evening, come here one hour earlier than usual. I will pick you up and we will do the second deal. You may go home now."
With that, Yn rushed off to the exit with her lips swollen and red in color. The Marquis looked on as she rushed out of the room. He sucked his tongue lightly in between his lips, licking off the last of the deep burgundy lipstick that stained his lips.
Thinking about her, the Marquis chuckled evilly. Satisfaction radiated from his relaxed posture and his eyes twinkled brightly from the pleasure he had received. He was eager to have Yn again and he knew that he would savor every last moment of it.
Yn felt disgusted and upset as she stood alone in the staff's female washroom. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and saw that the lipstick on her lips was indeed messy across her chin and philtrum. She quickly grabbed several tissues and wiped them clean, discarding any evidence that could indicate she had make-out with someone. If Mr. Malone sees her in such a state, he would put two and two together.
She wasted no time and immediately gathered her belongings. She left the casino in a hurry, not stopping to say goodbye to her colleagues or even notify Mr. Malone. She could only hope the Marquis was being truthful and would tell the managing director about him allowing her to go home early.
Without hesitation, she hopped on a bus and made her way back home. While sitting in the vehicle, she continually dabbed at her dry lips with a tissue as if she could still feel the Marquis’ passionate kiss lingering on them.
Yn fidgeted around with her fingers as she stared out the window. She focused on the sound of the vehicle as it grumbled and bumped downwards as it drove following its route, bringing her closer to her humble abode.
That's when she remembered her sick mother in the hospital. She tore her gaze away from the window and cast her eyes downward, staring at her lap, as she contemplated how her life come to this. She took the bunny-girl job in the casino as a quick way to earn money for her mother's hospital treatment. However, tonight took a nasty turn and she had to strike a bargain with a man who clearly took advantage of her and the situation with Amelia.
That was when she remembered that new girl. Yn quickly fetched out her phone and texted her.
[Me: Amy, are you coming to work tomorrow?]
In five minutes, Amelia read her message and replied:
[Amy: Maybe. I'm scared to come back.]
Yn pondered after reading through Amelia's message. She had a feeling that if Amelia goes absent again tomorrow, Yn will be scolded and the Marquis will take that chance again to his liking. As much as she wanted Amelia to rest up, the latter must come back to work.
[Me: Amy, you have to come to work tomorrow. Mr. Malone had been asking about you.]
[Amy: Oh no...]
[Me: You have to come back and explain everything to Mr. Malone.]
[Amy: But I'm scared of getting fired.]
[Me: Don't worry about that. I did my best to persuade him just now. Come to work tomorrow, okay?]
[Amy: Okay... thanks, Yn.]
With that done, Yn leaned her head back in the bus seat and sighed heavily, her mind suddenly filled with dread at the thought of her impending dinner date with the Marquis de Gramont.
Meanwhile, the Marquis de Gramont sat in his office, with one of his legs rested atop the other, as he ran through the steamy event that had transpired moments ago in his head. The memory of Yn's innocent expression caused his lips to curl upwards into a smirk.
She looked so stunning and tempting in her bunny costume, he decided. Her plump lips were so tasty, they were like the finest of wines and her skin was so soft that it felt like silk. He had to taste her. He couldn't resist. She was a delicious little lapine that he found irresistible.
He could already tell she was worth the chase when he first tasted her. The Marquis smiled in pleasure as he imagined the ways he would take Yn. All of them would be pleasurable and painful in all the right ways.
The Marquis was determined that the first time he will have her, she would be screaming in either ecstasy or pain. He would take the upcoming private dinner as a golden opportunity to execute his plan. He would make Yn his, and she will only be his.
He couldn't wait.
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Request…? Maybe pegging Spencer Reid for the first time or getting him ready for it?? Him being needy and whiny!
Thank you for requesting! I went with getting ready for it but if this isn’t what you meant, just let me know! 🖤
A Special Massage for Dr. Reid
Summary: Spencer has learned that there are multiple types of orgasms and when you suggest giving him one, he finds himself open to the idea.
Tags: 18+, MDNI!! Anal fingering (male receiving), no sub/dom dynamics, anal toys, talk of prostate orgasm/massage, actual massage given, use of pet names (baby, honey, etc) gn! Reader
“Did you know that there are between 14 to 24 different types of orgasms?” Spencer asked you suddenly. You knew Spencer had been researching something recently but you were not expecting this conversation in the slightest.
“Wait - what? 14 to 24? How?” You replied, tilting your head to the side and abandoning your book to give him your undivided attention. “Is that for everyone?”
Spencer continued his impromptu lecture, hands moving in the air and nodding enthusiastically when you asked him questions. You loved when he talked about something he knew or was learning about, loved the professor vibe he would give off. His eyes would always light up when he realized you were really paying attention, not used to someone willingly listen to his “info dumps” as his team called them.
This conversation had happened days ago but you kept thinking about some of the different types, specifically the ones you could give him. The prostate orgasm could apparently lead to multiple orgasms or a very powerful orgasm that people had described as being “out of body”. Spencer had been intrigued and after a few more questions, you decided to go ahead and get some toys to help explore this type of orgasm.
When Spencer called on his way home from what seemed to be a rough case, you decided that perhaps you could help him relax in multiple ways. You drew a hot bath for him, along with putting the kettle on for some calming tea. You got the lavender scented massage oil out, ready to heat and placed your newly purchased, cleaned toys inconspicuously nearby, along with the brand new lube. As soon as you heard the key turn in the door, you were moving towards the entryway, ready to take his bag and kiss or hug him, whichever he preferred.
Spencer came in looking disheveled and worn out but he smiled as soon as he saw you. He let you remove his bag and scarf, then pulled you into a tight hug, head falling to your shoulder. When the tea kettle whistled, he pulled back to look at you and you sheepishly smiled at him,
“I’ve got a hot bath drawn for you as well. Give me just a couple minutes to fix your tea and you can go relax some before your massage”. You pressed a small kiss to the corner of his mouth, moving towards the kitchen to fix his cup of mostly honey tea. Spencer could feel the tension melt off of him as he saw the effort you’d gone through to relax him. When you came back moments later with his favorite tea cup, he sent you a grateful smile. You knew that sometimes, after a particularly bad case, he needed to decompress on his own before he was ready to talk. Without even seeing him, you had sensed his need and he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and thanked you quietly, taking a sip of his tea and making his way to the prepared bath.
Once the water had completely cooled, and his tea was drained, Spencer walked into the bedroom, towel wrapped around his hips. You were leaning against the headboard, reading one of his many books, waiting for him. You had laid a large fluffy towel on the bed to ensure the sheets stayed cleaned, the heated oil lying nearby. Spencer flopped on the bed, leaning up to kiss your cheek and mutter a quick thank you again. He felt clean for the first time in days and the warmth had relaxed his muscles further. When he settled, letting out a deep breath you moved to straddle his back, eager to help relax your boyfriend even more.
“You ready, baby”? You asked him softly. At his hum of acknowledgment you poured some of the heated oil into your palm before starting his massage. You paid special attention to his neck and shoulders, knowing that he kept most of his tension there. Spencer couldn’t help but let out light moans as you worked out all the knots that had formed. He swore your hands were magic. You massaged his entire back, his arms and moved down to his legs before moving back up. After an entire hour, Spencer felt as if he was completely boneless, not a single knot left in him. He had talked quietly while letting you work on him, asking about your day and telling you small stories, letting out sighs of appreciation the entire time. He felt your movements change, your hands moving towards his hips and massaging the spot you knew was sensitive. When you kneaded his ass, he let out a groan, his brain remembering the conversation you two had days ago.
“Feel good?” You questioned, hands swiping lower, pushing his thighs apart as you teased him.
“Mmmm, yes, thank you” he replied, voice raspy. He leaned up to kiss you again, turning the kiss heated and pulling you down to his level. You pulled back and he saw your mischievous grin, felt his heart rate quicken, wondering what you were up to.
He didn’t have to wonder long as you asked him, “Can I try to relax you even further, baby, give you another type of massage”?
He raised an eyebrow as you got off the bed and his eyes widened as you brought an assortment of toys meant to give him as much pleasure as possible.
“We wouldn’t use all of these, but I wanted to be prepared”, you told him, fidgeting with your fingers.
“Hmm” he hummed back, “come here”, Spencer pulled you to him, cupping your face with both hands to kiss you greedily, “I’ve been thinking about this, wondering if you were serious.”
“I am. I want to make you feel good, Spencer”.
“Anything you do feels good”. He replied automatically, smiling softly at you.
“We don’t have to do anything like this”, you hurried to say, afraid his non-answer was actually a disguised no.
“I want to, honey. I- I want you to, well fuck my ass, eventually. But you’ve already done so much for me tonight”.
“I wanted to! Please, let me take care of you?”
“Alright” Spencer shyly replied, eyes darkening and fingers fidgeting, brushing through his unruly curls.
You beamed at him, rolling him onto his back before putting a thick pillow under his hips, then leaning over him to kiss him again. “If at any moment, you want to stop, you know the safe word, okay baby? This shouldn’t hurt at all so if it does, you have to tell me immediately, promise?”
“I promise” he said, breath quickening. He wondered how you’d start and was shocked when instead of diving straight in, you moved your hand to his cock, lazily stroking it until he was hard enough for you. Then you lowered your mouth, sucking on the head as he let out a low groan. He loved when you gave him sloppy head, felt your saliva as if dripped down his cock and balls. You swallowed around his length, taking him deeper down your throat, moaning around him. You were drooling all over him and he felt as you gently started swirling your spit around his puckered hole, getting him used to the gentle pressure you applied on the outside. You took your mouth off him for just a moment and grabbed the lube, pouring a generous amount onto your finger before going back to bobbing your head up and down on his thick cock. He was so consumed with the feeling of you giving him head that he barely registered when your slick finger was back at his back entrance. You barely pressed in and he felt pressure, finding it to be an odd sensation. You were still sucking his cock though, and he was more concerned with that right then. Slowly, after tracing circles all around him, you pushed your middle finger in to the knuckle, stopping to let him get used to the intrusion. He felt his breath hitch and you made eye contact with him, bobbing your head but holding your hand still. When he relaxed, you pushed further in, moving the single digit in a slow circle inside him. Every movement was calculated and precise, slow and steady. It didn’t feel good exactly but it definitely didn’t hurt. He could feel his orgasm approaching, and opened his mouth to tell you when you curved your finger up and dragged it backwards, hitting the spot you’d been searching for. Instead of what he meant to say, a loud moan came from his mouth, surprise coloring his features at the feeling.
Thankfully, you knew Spencer’s tells already and knew he was close to cumming down your throat. You reached blindly for the lube, adding more directly to where your finger was still inside him and when you brought it out, you pushed a second one into him. Spencer felt full, the stretch was tolerable and he let out a whine when you hit his prostate again. He was so close to the edge of his orgasm, and you popped your head off him just long enough to say,
“Cum down my throat, Spencer. Wanna taste you more”, before pushing yourself to take his full length down your throat and gagging around his thickness.
Your words combined with the feeling of your throat and the sight of you pushed him over the edge and he felt himself spill down your waiting throat, moaning out your name. He felt himself tighten around your fingers, felt as you lightly scissored inside him while still swallowing his cum. When he whined from the overstimulation, you pulled off his cock, kissing the head and smiling at him. He expected you to stop then but instead you started thrusting your fingers into him and he realized that he was significantly less tense than before. While he was catching his breath, you found your rhythm, watching him closely to make sure he was enjoying this. He seemed to prefer the harder thrusts compared to light circles and you watched as his dick hardened again, and he lost himself in the new sensation.
Spencer couldn’t believe what he was feeling. It was somehow different than a normal orgasm, the pleasure radiating out from his entire pelvis area. He hadn’t expected to enjoy this immediately, had done enough research to know that it could take a while to get there. While he was always vocal while cumming, he was surprised himself at just how loud he was being right now.
“Feels so good, yes right there, holy - so good, oh my-“ he whined, trying to push himself back onto your fingers. You moved your other hand under his balls, searched for the hidden spot and pressed your knuckle in firmly, hoping to stimulate the same spot from the outside as you hit it on the inside. You knew you were successful when Spencer let out a wordless shout, then began babbling about how good it was.
Spencer was desperate with need, begging you to give him something, something more, that even he didn’t know. You increased your pace, wrist getting sore but you were so determined for this to work. You applied more pressure, could feel his prostate throb against your ministrations. It was without any extra warning that Spencer had his first prostate orgasm, back arching off the bed, cum shooting out of his cock unexpectedly. He was shaking all over, the orgasm coming in tidal waves, starting from his pelvis and moving throughout his entire body. He was flushed all over, eyes wild with pleasure, lips parted as he screamed your name. The pleasure seemed never ending, as you continued to thrust your fingers into his puckered hole. You both were surprised at the amount of cum that had shot out of his spent cock, had known that dry orgasms were common in these situations. When Spencer seemed to stop trembling as much, you switched back to only one digit, slowing the timing of your thrusts before pulling out completely. You sat back in between his legs and looked at him, grinning like the Cheshire Cat,
“How was that”?
Spencer immediately responded, breath coming in pants, legs shaking, “Once I’m sure I can walk again, we are doing that again”.
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