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I don't know if the requests are still open but I'd love a check up on tattoo artist harry cause I just love them so much 🥰🥰
proud (tattoorry/plugrry)
this was originally a patreon exclusive but I've had it in my drafts for months bc I really wanted to share it here!! so here it is! a little wholesome check-in with our cutie pie couple
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content warnings: minor mentions of mental health conditions including anxiety, depression, and trauma
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“Harry?”
Y/N’s gnawing on the skin of her bottom lip as she wrings her hands in her lap, nervousness apparent on her facial features. Harry glances up from his phone — he’s been mindlessly scrolling through cat videos on Instagram for the past half an hour or so, Friends on in the background as he and Y/N sit snuggled up in cozy throw blankets.
She’d been working up the courage to say something for nearly two hours now, but everytime she went to part her lips and force the words out of her throat, she clammed up.
She couldn’t help the anxiety that crept through her bones, especially because she was used to constantly being looked down on. She knows Harry would never make her feel bad for any choice she made for herself, but what if he thought she was crazy? What if her trauma was too much to deal with? These were the worries that circulated her brain for days, ever since deciding that she wanted to seek out professional mental health help a few weeks ago.
“Hm?” he puts his phone down, locking the screen, “What’s up, dovie?”
Fidgeting with the skin surrounding her chipped nail polish, she swallows tightly. His eyes are analyzing her body language and she suddenly feels small and foolish beneath his gaze, solely because of the trauma from her parents.
They always treated her like she was less than, to the point where she wholeheartedly, truly believed it. In the few months that Y/N’s been on her own and officially dating Harry, he’s been helping her in ways she could have never imagined, but she didn’t want all of her issues to fall on him. It’s the main reason why she decided to find a therapist.
“I’ve been thinking,” she rasps out, her voice cracking. “I think I’m going to start seeing a counselor. To deal with my, um… parents.”
Harry’s posture straightens and his eyebrows furrow, a concerned wrinkle forming between them. (It always showed up when Y/N mentioned anything relating to her family.)
“What do you mean?”
Rolling her lips into her mouth, she prepares the speech she’s been practicing in her head for days.
“I just know I have a lot of trauma from them and I don’t want you to feel responsible for helping me through it all the time,” she says, reciting the explanation word-for-word, “It’s important for me to figure this out on my own and I want it to come from a mental health professional.”
Harry's look of worry almost instantly morphs into a gentle smile. He reaches out to intertwine their fingers together and gives her hand a small squeeze, much to Y/N’s relief. She was terrified he’d take it the wrong way, but the proud expression on his face says different.
“That’s incredible, dovie. I’m so proud of you.”
He leans forward to press a kiss to her forehead, the showcase of love instantly slowing her heartbeat.
“You’re not mad?” she asks, peering up at him through thick eyelashes.
“Of course not,” he shakes his head. “I could never be mad at you for wanting to work on yourself. I think it’ll be really helpful for you. Have you found someone yet?”
“No. I wanted to run it past you before looking.”
His heart cracks a bit but he tries not to let it show on his face. “You never have to do that, okay? You’re your own person, baby, and I have no right to tell you what to do with your life. Alright?”
It’s a strange way to look at life after having every decision of her life planned out for her since birth. She’s still adjusting — that much is obvious, but it isn’t her fault, and Harry works regularly to help her realize that in small doses.
“Would you maybe help me find a person?” Y/N peeps out, playing with his fingers in her lap. Her eyes are set on their hands, still too nervous to look at him face-to-face. Harry, though he has no experience looking for therapists himself, still nods enthusiastically, willing to help her take whatever steps she needs.
“Why don’t you grab your laptop?” he suggests. She reaches forward to pull it off the coffee table before Harry wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her into his side. She makes a soft ah!, surprised by his sudden movements, which of course results in a small, snarky smile on his end.
Shuffling so the laptop is in his lap now, he opens it, has her put her password in, and searches up “therapists near me.” His eyes float to the nervous girl beside him, who’s taken up gnawing on her fingernails as he clicks on the first result. It’s a directory of mental health professionals close to them where you can filter by specialities, insurance, and other preferences.
“Okay, dovie,” he croons gently, “What are you looking for in particular? Someone to help with stress?”
She shrugs. “Um, maybe something a bit more. Maybe… anxiety? A-and family stuff?”
“That’s a good starting point,” he encourages, clicking on the appropriate filters. Immediately, a number of therapists that originally showed up disappear, but it still leaves them with a decent amount to scroll through. “Anything else? Do you have a preference on gender or how far they are from us?”
“I think I want a woman,” she says before glancing up at him with worried eyes, “Is that okay?”
“Of course it is.”
He clicks the “female” preference, resulting in around 15 options for them to look at. She continues biting her nail as Harry scrolls down. He periodically hovers over someone, asking her if she’d like to look at them more. She’ll either nod or shake her head, but in the event of the former, he’ll open their profile in a separate tab.
Eventually, they narrow it down to three but one isn’t actively taking new clients, so it’s between Leanna, who looks to be around Harry’s mom’s age and is located 20 minutes from Y/N’s apartment, and Madeline, a younger woman with experience in a myriad of mental health concerns.
Quietly, Y/N alternates between the two tabs, contemplating and comparing their experiences. He can tell that she’s having difficulty picking, but he doesn’t want to say anything to sway her in one direction over the other — he wants this to fully be her choice.
“I think I like Madeline.” she says, looking up at her boyfriend. Her eyes are slightly rounded, lips parted as if she’s waiting for approval from Harry.
“Sounds like a good choice, dove. How’d you settle on her?”
Y/N shrugs her shoulders, scrolling down on her profile page. “Well, she has experience with anxiety, depression, and trauma… and I’ve been reading a bit online, and I think I do have some trauma from my parents, so…”
Harry nods, smoothing her hair comfortingly.
“And I like that she seems like she’s closer in age to us… it might make me feel more comfortable, like I’m talking to a friend,” she explains. He hums in agreement. “She also has a cat at her office, which I really like, too.”
He chuckles and leans over to nose at her hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.
“I think those are all great reasons,” he murmurs.
He won’t admit it tonight because he doesn’t want her to get too nervous, especially if she ultimately decides she’s too scared to go, but he’s infinitely proud of her right now. He’s contemplated bringing up therapy to her for the past few months, particularly right after he helped her move out of her parents’ home.
The fact that she came to that decision herself is enough for him to feel over the moon, his chest swelling with pride. Even if she backs out at the last minute, at the very least, he knows she’s trying her best, and that’s all he could ever ask of her.
“Why don’t you email her and send your information?” Harry suggests lightly, breaking Y/N out of her own trance of thinking. With a swallow, she nods, clicking on the little mail symbol next to Madeline’s name.
He watches as she composes an email, her fingers stuttering over the keys every few minutes. He can tell that she’s over-thinking on what to say, but she eventually settles on a short, to-the-point message: Hi Madeline, my name is Y/N and I was interested in seeing you for therapy. Are you taking on new clients at the moment?
“Great,” Harry blurts out once she presses ‘send’. She looks up at him. “You did great.” he amends, a light blush flowering over his cheeks.
All she does is smile and bury herself into his chest.
. . .
“Here, why don’t you wear this to your appointment?”
Y/N thinks that Harry may be even more nervous for her first therapy session than she is.
Although she’s busying around her apartment, getting her things together in preparation for her 11 am appointment, Harry’s movements are just as jerky and anxious. She’s currently looking for her favorite comfy sweatshirt when he suddenly peels off the fuzzy cardigan he’s wearing, handing it to her. It’s the one he bought on sale at Urban Outfitters a few weeks back when they had some time off from work and school. They’d been traipsing through the shops nearby with no intention of actually buying something, but Harry had said that he liked how it felt like a teddy bear.
“Oh, but you’re already wearing that,” Y/N says with a pout, shaking her head. “It’s okay, I’ll find something else—”
“No, I want you to wear it,” he insists. “Maybe it’ll help make you feel more comfortable? Having something of mine?”
She blinks, slowly reaching out to accept it from his grasp. “What will you wear though?”
“I think I’ve left a few sweatshirts here,” he says, popping up from his seat on the edge of her bed. “Don’t you have that little drawer with all my stuff?”
She nods. It hadn’t really been an intentional thing, but when she told Lucy about it, she explained to her that it was kind of a big deal. Apparently, having a drawer at your significant other’s apartment meant that you were moving in the direction of living together, but Y/N didn’t see it that way. It was more for the sake of convenience, especially if Harry came over after work and decided to stay over instead of heading back to his place.
She walks over to her dresser and yanks open the top drawer. It’s filled to the brim with tee-shirts, sweatshirts, and two pairs of sweatpants, all of which belong to Harry. She glances over at him, embarrassed, and he laughs.
“Geez, dovie, think you’re a bit obsessed with me,” he teases, grabbing one of the hoodies. She rolls her eyes.
“You’re the one that leaves this stuff here all the time!”
“Yeah, but it looks like you’re building some kind of shrine—”
“Oh, shush!” she says, pulling his cardigan on. She’ll admit, the fabric is heavenly, and the fact that it smells like Harry is a massive added bonus. “Are you still fine to drive me?”
He nods quickly once he has his sweatshirt on, grabbing his car keys. “Ready when you are, baby.”
He makes her take a granola bar and a water bottle on her way out, both of them bidding Lucy a goodbye when they exit the apartment. Y/N has a bad habit of not wanting to eat when she’s nervous, but Harry can guarantee that her stomach will start rumbling as soon as she’s done with today’s session.
They climb into the familiarity of Harry’s car, Y/N taking her usual seat on the passenger’s side. She hasn’t driven much since cutting off communication with her parents. Obviously, she left the car they bought her, and she doesn’t have enough money in her savings to buy another one, even if it’s used or a lease.
Since she didn’t get the job at the bookstore, she’s been looking for other part-time opportunities on campus but nothing’s come up yet. Harry offered to get her some work at the shop, but she felt too weird about having her boyfriend pay her for silly tasks like cleaning up and scheduling appointments.
Madeline’s office isn’t too far away, and Harry took the morning off to take her. He said — quote — “I’m clearing my schedule, dovie — no appointments, meetings, and certainly no drug deals!”. (That had made Y/N snort over the Chinese food they shared for dinner a few nights ago.)
The drive is mainly quiet, save for Harry’s quiet music playing in the background. She’s nervous and fidgety in her seat so he reaches over to intertwine their fingers together, giving her hand a small squeeze in her lap. It makes her feel a little bit better, but she wishes Harry could go to her appointment with her.
When they arrive, Harry pulls into a parking space just outside the door. They have 10 minutes before her session officially starts, but Madeline had asked if she could get there a bit early to fill out some paperwork.
“Feel okay?” Harry asks, pushing his sunglasses up to his hair. She nods, even though her heart is hammering in her ribs. “You’re gonna do great, dovie. I’ll be here as soon as you’re done.”
“Okay,” she breathes, watching as the clock ticks one minute closer to 11. She swallows harshly and unbuckles her seatbelt, grabbing her bag from the floor of Harry’s car. “I'll be done by 11:45, right?”
“11:45, baby. I’ll be right here.”
“Okay. Alright.”
He leans over to smear a quick kiss to her cheek and she smiles gently, though it doesn’t completely reach her eyes. She gets out of the car and straightens her posture, pulling Harry's cardigan tighter over her form, and winds around the front to walk in the direction of the front door.
It’s only then that Harry rolls down his window, despite the wet, dewy chill of the morning.
“Wait, Y/N!”
She turns around, an expression of confusion painting her features.
“I’m so proud of you!” he exclaims. He can see her blush from his spot in the car, a wide, toothy grin appearing on her face. “I’m so proud of you, and I love you so much.”
She mouths it back — I love you too — this time with a smile that lights up her entire face. She waves her fingers with one more goodbye before taking a deep breath and walking into the office building.
Harry can’t stop grinning to himself.
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hello, aventurine with a teen!reader who has a similar past like his?
ノ Oblivion .ᐟ ʚɞ
୨୧ Oblivion: (adjective) a state of unawareness of what’s going on around you. "It's hard to understand, 'Cause when you're running by yourself, It's hard to find someone to hold your hand." — grimes
aventurine & gender neutral reader. platonic | wc: 1.3k
tags/warnings: teen reader, reader works for the IPC and under aventurine, they wear gloves, said glove(s) and go missing unexpectedly, readers hair is long enough to cover their neck, reader is a lil fucked up, they really care what aventurine thinks of them. hurt/comfort.
notes: I really love this idea, the second I saw it. IMMEDIATE BRAIN ROT. IM SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG, i was busy with finals and I got sick with allergies T_T. Also trying new layout once more. Other than that, thank you for requesting and hope you enjoy ^^
Your breath picked up as you looked all over your room for your gloves that were nowhere to be seen. They were given to you by your caretaker, they were special, the first gift from him. You had promised that you would take care of them, yet here you were. The missing feeling of the soft cloth around your forearms made you anxious, incomplete, Beads of sweat trickled down your face as you stood in the middle of your room and still donned your night clothes, all while processing your current situation.
The palms of your hands grew increasingly clammy and it was uncomfortable to even stand, no, you couldn't go out like this. You wouldn't go out like this, you slid down to your knees, not short after you landed on your legs with a light thump that resonated within the emptiness of your room. You brought a shaky hand up to the back side of your neck, right where a serial number was forever embedded into your skin.
A constant reminder of the past you oh so wanted to let go of. The racing beat of your heart was prominent in your ears, your chest felt tight and it was getting hard to breathe.
Yes, you could wear long sleeves but they would not cover the rest of your hands. They are ugly, almost mutilated by the years of torture that you had to endure. Everytime you moved your hand, the scars on your wrists seemingly burned, ached. They stretched across your skin, they stood out from the rest of you, they didn't belong. Salty tears trickled at the corners of your eyes in utter frustration.
How could you show your face to Aventurine now? What would he think of you once he found out that you lost his most precious gift?
The deprecating thoughts raced through your mind. Your hands moved to your shoulders, hugging yourself tightly in an attempt to bring some comfort to yourself. You squeezed your eyes shut, your eyebrows furrowed. As you were lost in your mind, a series of knocks on your bedroom door brought you back to reality.
Four fast taps, a small pause then two more followed. It was a special sequence that you came up with your caretaker. Whenever he wanted to enter your room or talk to you, he just had to knock in that order.
Your head shot up in a quick motion and your eyes widened as you registered the sound resonating from your door. You knew it was Aventurine, but he wasn't supposed to be here yet, not until later. You stayed still, staring at your door silently, hoping that he would leave as you didn't want him to see you in this state.
“(Name)?” Aventurine's voice resonated from behind the door. “Are you there?” He asked as a slight shuffling sounded out. You jumped, thinking that he was going to open the door right then and there. You quickly stumbled up to your feet and reached up to your head, smoothing out your bed head in an attempt to make yourself more presentable.
“I-im on my way! Please wait!” You called out to the man behind the door as you almost tripped on your own feet towards him. You stopped in front of the door, your hand hovering over the knob. You’re hesitating, recalling how your hands felt bare and vulnerable to the world. Clenching your fist, you took a deep breath in and out.
You slowly swung the door open, a nervous smile plastered on your face. As soon as Aventurine saw you in the doorway his face lit up, he was donned in his usual attire with his iconic fedora and rose colored sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose. “There you are! I was sure that you were still sleeping” he teased, a playful smirk on his face. You sweatdropped at his eccentric behavior this particular morning, “My apologies, Sir Aventurine” You bowed your head towards him, eyes closed. His demeanor dampened at your action, he put a hand on his hip and raised an eyebrow.
“You don't have to use sir when referring to me, ya know?” Aventurine's tone was soft and encouraging, your eyes shot open in embarrassment at the correction but they stayed glued to the floor in front of you. Your face flushed hot and you nodded your head, not trusting your voice enough to stay normal. Aventurine opened his mouth to speak once more but stopped when he noticed tear streaks on your cheeks, his eyes narrowed as he noticed more details that were off about you.
Your eyes were slightly red as well as puffy, clear signs of crying, as if the tears on your cheeks didn’t give that away. The long sleeve of your sleep wear was balled in your fist, essentially dragging the cloth down to cover your hand, one that was littered in scars. The other hand was clutched against the bottom side of your pajamas as your hand shook.
Aventurine brought a gloved hand up to your cheek, hovering right over it. You tensed up, your head slowly tilted up to meet his eyes. They were hard to read behind his glasses yet you could make out concern in his dual colored eyes. When you didn't flinch away from his hand, Aventurine pressed his thumb underneath your eye, right where a tear was slipping down.
He flicked the tear away but didn’t retract his hand, it rested your cheek, the glove that covered his hand was surprisingly warm.
“Are you alright?” He asked, his voice quiet and gentle as if you would run away just like a startled bunny. You stayed still, tensed up from the unfamiliar touch.
Your eyes flickered to the side, wanting to shy away from Aventurine’s gaze that was focused on your face, a little too intensely.
You bit the inside of your cheek, the one that he wasn't holding. “I lost.. my gloves, I'm sorry” You sighed, your eyebrows furrowed in distress, awaiting his response and expecting a bad one at that. He blinked, seemingly in a dazed manner as his mind was processing your words one by one. A bemused smile crossed his face, “That's what you're so worried about?” Aventurine tittered, the back of his other hand coming up to his mouth to cover up his laugh.
You let out a confused “eh?” as you managed to look him in the eyes. They were filled with amusement and understandment. This wasn't the reaction that you were expecting.
He chuckled, he moved that hand that was once holding your cheek to rest on top of your head. “It's okay to lose things'' Aventurine's hand started stroking your hair “Material things like that can be replaced, and they were getting old anyway.” He shrugged, a laid back smile now on his face.
Tears sprung up once more, his words were understanding, you don't know what you had been so afraid of.
“but…” You muttered, one of your hands coming up to wipe away the incoming waterworks. “But those were special, right?” Aventurine tilted his head, his thoughts aligned with yours as if he was reading your mind. You gave a small “mhm” and nodded your head.
“Hmm, how about this..” He removed his gloved hand from the top of your head and moved it to cupping his chin. “I'll have your new ones custom made, a replica of your old ones. To preserve the memory.” Aventurine gave you a closed eye smile, hand resting on his hip.
Your eyes widened a small fraction, “You would do that for me?” You meekly replied and clutched your fists, your eyes glossy. Aventurine raised his eyebrows in surprise “Why wouldn't I? You mean a lot to me” He reassured you, that same warm smile still present on his face. Your bottom lip quivered and in one quick motion you tackled him into a tight hug.
Aventurine tensed for just a second, then melted into your embrace, wrapping his arms around you to hug you back.
“Thank you…” Your voice muffled from where you buried your face in his shirt.
“Anytime” He patted your back as the both of you relished in each other's embrace.
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Loving Husband pt 3
Olderhusband!Price 🤝 YoungerWife!Reader 🤝 Fucking in Soaps bathroom
Husband Price plagued my mind, I spent all night writing this It's over 6k words lmao
Part 2 Part 4
You pouted at John's words, "But your darling wife is hungry." You gave him your best puppy dog eyes "And she really wants her handsome husband to cook for her" John raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He'd learned long ago that it was impossible to resist those pleading eyes of yours. "Fine," he sighed dramatically. "But only because I'm such a good husband."
You smiled at John's words "The best husband actually!" You got out of the tub and to your shared bedroom to dry off, John followed close behind. Once dressed, John made his way downstairs to the kitchen where he began preparing a meal for them both. As he cooked, he couldn't help but think about how lucky he was to have found someone like you. You brought light into his life, something that had been missing for a long time.
You put on of Johns shirts on, it fitted you like a dress (Well kind off, to stopped just below your ass) you went downstairs and hugged John from behind. You nestled your face into his bare back, leaving light kisses. Your hands roaming over his chest and stomach that's now a bit pudgy due to your cooking. You didn't mind, it made him 10x sexier in your mind.
John turned his head to the side, a soft smile curving his lips as he felt your warm embrace. Your touch sent a pleasant shiver down his spine, causing him to lean back against you. "I've almost finished," he murmured, his hand covering yours on his stomach. "Just a little while longer."
You nodded at John's words, you were content just being near him. You watched him cook, your gaze wandering over his body. You licked your lips subconsciously, thinking about how much you wanted him already. You wondered if he'd be up for round three after dinner....or maybe before.
John continued to cook, his mind wandering to the enticing thought of you. The image of your naked form filled his mind, making his cock twitch in anticipation. He could already feel himself getting hard at the thought of taking you again. "Just a few more minutes," he muttered under his breath, trying to focus on the task at hand.
You walked around to stand next to John, leaning against the counter. You looked up at him, biting your lower lip lightly. You reached out and placed your hand on his hip, squeezing it gently. "Mmm, you look so sexy standing there cooking for me shirtless."
John glanced down at you, a playful grin tugging at his lips. He could see the desire in your eyes, matching his own arousal. "Well, I do it for the compliments," he teased, his hand covering yours on his hip. "Although I must say, seeing you in my shirt does make me want to take it off."
"Oh? And what would you do if you took it off?" You asked playfully, your free hand moving up to rest on his chest. John's grin widened at your question, his eyes darkening with desire. His hand moved from yours on his hip to your waist, pulling you closer against him. "Oh, sweetheart," he murmured huskily, "I think you know exactly what I'd do."
You giggled softly, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink. You knew exactly what John meant, and the thought of it sent a thrill through your body. You leaned up and kissed his jawline, your other hand sliding up to cup his cheek. You rubbed her thumb over his lips lightly. "Food can wait.
John's heart skipped a beat at your words, his hands tightening around your waist as he pulled you fully against him. His lips captured yours in a heated, passionate kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips to explore your mouth.
His hands slid down to her thighs, lifting you up onto the countertop. His body settled between your legs, his erection straining in his sweats. He could already tell that this was going to be another intense round, one that would leave them both breathless and satisfied.
You wrapped your legs around John's waist, pulling him even closer to you. You moaned into his kiss, your tongue dancing with his. You hands cupped his face, holding him tightly to you. You could feel his hardness pressing against your pussy through his sweats and your shirt. You rocked your hips up to grind against him.
John groaned deeply at the feeling of you grinding against him, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. He broke away from the kiss, panting heavily as he gazed down at you. "God, you drive me crazy," he murmured huskily, his lips capturing one of your nipples through the fabric of his shirt. He suckled on it gently, his hand reaching up to cup your other breast.
Your head fell back against the cabinet, a soft moan escaping your lips as John sucked on your nipple. You arched your back pushing your breasts further into his hands. You ground your pussy harder against his cock, desperate for more contact. "And your a god damn tease!" Your hands went down to try and move his sweats down slightly.
John chuckled softly at your accusation, his teeth nipping lightly at your nipple through the fabric of his shirt. His hands squeezed your breasts, thumbs rubbing over your hardened nipples. "And you love every second of it," he murmured teasingly, his hands moving down to assist you with his sweats. He pushed them down enough to free his erect cock, the head bumping against your wet cunt. "Now that's more like it," he grinned, his hands reaching forward to grip your thighs.
You gasped softly as John freed his cock, the head pressing against your soaked cunt. You spread your legs wider, encouraging him to push inside of you. You ran your fingers through his hair, pulling him in for another deep kiss.
John obliged your silent request, his hand helping to guide his cock into your wet folds. He groaned deeply as he felt your tight walls clench around him, his tongue plunging into your mouth as you pulled him in for a kiss. He thrust slowly into you, savouring the sensation of being buried deep within you. His hands tightened on your thighs, his pace picking up as he began to fuck you.
You moaned into John's kiss, your tongue wrestling with his. Your hands moved from his hair to his shoulders, digging into his muscles. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, locking your feet together. You grinded your heels into his ass, urging him to go faster.
John groaned deeply at the feeling of your heels digging into his ass, your legs locked around him. He increased his pace, thrusting into you faster. His hands gripped your thighs tighter, his fingers digging into your flesh.
"Fuck, you're so fucking tight," he panted, his breath hot against your neck. "God, I love fucking you."
You whimpered and moaned loudly, your body writhing beneath John's. You threw your head back against the cabinet, biting down on your bottom lip. Your nails dug into John's shoulders, leaving small crescent shaped marks on his skin. Your body tensed, and then suddenly relaxed as an orgasm ripped through you. You screamed out loud, your entire body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.
Feeling your climax, John followed close behind, his own orgasm exploding within you. He growled low in his throat, his hips bucking wildly as he emptied himself into you. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, holding onto you as his body shook with release.
Finally, he collapsed against you, panting heavily as he buried his face in your neck, nuzzling your earlobe. "Jesus Christ, woman..." he managed to get out between ragged breaths.
You held onto John tightly, your legs still locked around his waist. You were breathing heavy, trying to catch your breath. You ran your fingers through his hair, kissing the top of his head. "Fucking hell" you rested your head on the cabinet and let out a breathless laugh. John lifted his head from your neck, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he gazed up at you. His hands slipped from your thighs to your hips, holding you firmly against him.
"Fucking hell indeed," he agreed, chuckling softly.
You smiled lazily at John, running your fingers through his hair again. You leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips before releasing your legs from around his waist. "I'm starving now" you said with a giggle. John reluctantly slid out of you with a wet pop, pulled his sweats up and began plating dinner up for you both.
John chuckled softly at your comment, shaking his head in amusement as he stepped back. "Figures," he muttered under his breath with a smile. "You've just given me 3 intense orgasms within the last hour an half... You can't expect me not to be hungry." You chuckled while giving his ass a small squeeze before sitting on the couch.
John laughed softly at you, glancing back at you over his shoulder. He gave your ass a playful squeeze in return before turning back to the food. "I suppose not," he conceded, finishing off plating the food. He carried the plates over to the coffee table in front of the sofa, setting them down before taking a seat next to you.
You sat on the couch and picked up your fork, eating a bit of everything. You hummed in delight, closing your eyes as you savoured the flavours. "Mmm... This is delicious" you glanced at John and couldn't help but imagine him as a father, running around with your child (Knowing John. Children), it brought a smile to your face. Despite you and John struggling to conceive you know it will happen.
One day.
John watched as you tasted the food, a pleased smile spreading across his face when you hummed in delight. "It tastes even better when it's shared with someone special," he commented, glancing over at you. He raised an eyebrow curiously at the sudden smile that lit up your face.
"What's got you looking all dreamy?" he asked, curious about what could have caused such a change in your expression. "Thinking about when you finally become a father. Just you running around with them, most likely with toy guns" you chuckled at the thought.
John chuckled along with you at your comment, shaking his head slightly. He reached over, placing his hand on your stomach. "One day we'll make a fine little soldier," he said quietly, his hand gently rubbing your stomach.
You placed your hand over his. Despise all the tests that came back negative over the last 2 months having John by your side made you stay positive. Even after all the nights you've cried in his shoulder. It's one of the many reasons why you love him.
John squeezed your hand gently, nodding in agreement. He knew how much they both wanted this, despite the setbacks they'd faced recently. He leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "We'll get there, love," he murmured reassuringly, his hand continuing to rub gentle circles on your stomach. You sighed softly, resting your head on his shoulder. You looked up at him with a small smile, appreciating his reassurance. You kissed his cheek lightly before going back to eating.
John continued to rub your stomach, his other hand reaching for his fork as he went back to eating. He listened as you hummed in contentment, the sound filling the room and adding to the comfortable atmosphere.
"You know," he began, pausing mid-forkful of food. He glanced over at you, raising an eyebrow curiously. "If we keep this up, we might end up with more than one little soldier." You laughed softly, shaking your head at John's comment. You finished off your food before setting your fork down on the plate. "You've always said you wanted a big family"
John chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. He finished off his own food before setting his fork down, leaning back against the couch. "Well, I did say that," he admitted, glancing over at you. His hand moved from your stomach to your thigh, giving it a light squeeze.
You looked at John, smiling softly. You leaned over and kissed his cheek, wrapping your arm around his waist. "We'll get there eventually. And when we do... We're gonna need a bigger house" you teased lightly, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. John chuckled at your teasing comment, shaking his head slightly. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer against him.
The weekend came round quickly. You and John were getting ready to go to Soap's for a BBQ, you decided to wear a pretty, red sundress you know John loves so much. "Don't forget the wine" you called out to John, who was downstairs in the kitchen. "Oh and the muffins I made"
John appeared in the doorway, carrying a bottle of wine and a plate of muffins. He stopped short when he saw you in your dress, a wide smile spreading across his face. "Fuck me," he murmured, setting the items down on the counter. His gaze roamed over her appreciatively. "You look absolutely stunning, love."
You smiled softly at John's reaction, turning around slowly so he could see the whole dress. "Thank you" you spun around again, twirling around before making your way over to him. "Ready to go?" John nodded, picking up the items he had set down. He followed you over to where you stood, offering you the muffins. "As ready as I'll ever be," he replied, slipping his free arm around your waist.
You got to Soap's place and rang the door bell. Soap opened the door and shouted "Mom and Dad are here!" You chuckled as you gave him a hug.
Soap, Ghost and Gaz always joked that John was the dad of Task Force 141. So when you two started dating it only made sense that you became mom.
John returned Soap's hug, chuckling at the familiar greeting. He stepped aside as you walked past him, giving your ass a playful squeeze as you passed. "Looks like we're the last ones here," he remarked, following her inside. As you and John entered the backyard, they spotted Ghost and Gaz standing by the grill, talking animatedly with each other. They turned as soon as they heard footsteps, grinning widely when they saw who it was.
"About time you two showed up!" Ghost exclaimed, patting the grill before pulling out a beer for John. "Blame John. Took to long on his beard" you teased knowing John took pride in his mutton chops that you grew to love.
John rolled his eyes at your teasing, taking the beer Ghost offered him. He lifted it in a mock toast before taking a swig. "I'll have you know these chops take time to perfect," he retorted playfully, running a hand over his beard.
You laughed softly, rolling your eyes "I'm getting a glass of wine!" You gave John a kiss on the cheek and went into Soap's kitchen to open a bottle of wine. John watched as you left, his gaze trailing you until you disappeared into the house. A soft smile spread across his face, appreciating the view you provided. "She looks happy," Ghost commented, noticing John's distracted state. He nudged him lightly with his elbow. "Indeed she does," he agreed, he took another sip of beer, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere.
You found a wine glass and opened the bottle of wine. As you poured yourself a glass, you thought about how lucky you were to have John in your life. The way he cared for you, the way he supported you, even through the toughest times. He truly was your rock.
John sipped his beer, listening to Ghost and Gaz chat amongst themselves. His mind wandered back to the first time he met you - you were feisty, confident, and didn't give a damn what anyone thought. He fell for you instantly.
You carried your glass of wine outside, finding John chatting with Ghost, Soap and Gaz. You sat next to him, placing your hand on his knee. "Hey handsome"
"Get a room already!" Soap called out and you stuck your middle finger up at him that earned a laugh off everyone. John chuckled at Soap's remark, shrugging nonchalantly. "Maybe we will later," he quipped, winking at you.
"Johnathan Price don't be so rude" You playfully slapped him on the chest. You heard a bunch of 'Ooooo' because you used Johns full name. John laughed, catching your hand in his own. He brought it to his lips, planting a gentle kiss on your knuckles.
"Sorry, love," he murmured, grinning mischievously.
"You better be sorry" You teased, poking his chest. "Now stop distracting me with your good looks and charm and go help Ghost and Gaz with the food"
John raised an eyebrow at your demand, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He stood, giving your ass a playful squeeze before heading over to help Ghost and Gaz. "Make sure you save some of that wine for me," he called over his shoulder, chuckling as he walked away.
John helped Ghost and Gaz finish preparing the food, a steady stream of jokes and banter flowing between them. He couldn't help but glance over at you every now and then, appreciating the sight of you laughing alongside Soap. Once everything was ready, they all gathered around the table to eat. The conversation flowed easily throughout the meal, filled with laughter and camaraderie.
"So how's the baby making going?" Soap asked.
Ghost, Soap and Gaz knew you and John were struggling to conceive but helped you two stay positive. Over the past 2 months they've supported you both and were always there to comfort you both when a test came back negative.
John chuckled at Soap's question, shaking his head slightly. He reached under the table, giving your thigh a reassuring squeeze. "It's been... interesting," he admitted, trying to keep his tone light despite the underlying frustration. "But we won't give up."
"Well. When it does happen I'm uncle Soap" he grinned, trying to lighten the mood. It worked. You giggled and questioned "Uncle Soap? Wouldn't it be uncle Johnny?" Soap shook his head "Nope. Uncle Soap." Gaz then chimed in "I want to be uncle Gaz." You looked at Ghost who just shrugged with a smile "I'll just be Ghost". You rolled your eyes at him while chuckling "Obviously"
John laughed heartily at their playful banter, slapping Soap on the back. "Fair enough, mate," he said, nodding in agreement. "Just make sure you spoil the little tyke rotten." He glanced over at you, seeing the fond smile on your face. He squeezed your thigh again, feeling a surge of hopefulness. You laughed along with everyone else, appreciating their support. You leaned into John, resting your head on his shoulder.
As the day wore on you all laughed, joked and drank. A lot. Which meant you got a bit too touchy with John. (He didn't mind. Of course he didn't mind. Why would he mind?)
Throughout the evening, John found himself stealing glances at you. Your laughter rang out clear and true amidst the din of voices, your eyes sparkling with mirth. Every touch, every brush of your hand against his sent a jolt of desire coursing through him.
As the night wore on and the alcohol loosened tongues further, conversations became more risqué. Jokes about bedroom antics were made, causing John's cock to twitch in anticipation.
The more you drank the more handsy you became with John. Your fingers traced circles on his thigh and occasionally drifted upwards towards his crotch. It wasn't intentional but you were having fun and enjoying the attention you were getting from John.
John let out a low growl as your fingers brushed against his growing bulge, his cock straining against the fabric of his jeans. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide his arousal. He leaned closer to you, his breath hot against your ear. "Careful, love," he warned, a wicked grin playing on his lips. "Or we might end up taking Soap's advice a bit too literally."
You giggled, biting your lip "Oh really?" Your hand moved higher, stroking his length through his pants. "That would be a shame."
John groaned softly as your hand continued its teasing exploration, his cock throbbing eagerly beneath your touch. He shifted again, trying to alleviate the pressure building within him. "You're killing me here, love," he muttered, his voice strained. "And I'm not sure Soap would approve."
You grinned devilishly at John's words, continuing to stroke him through his pants. You leaned in close, whispering in his ear "He doesn't need to know." You stopped stroking him and stood up abruptly. "I'm just going to freshen up" you told everyone while glancing a John. Giving him a small smirk as you walked off.
John watched as you sauntered off, a flush creeping onto his cheeks. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, desperate for release. He glanced over at Soap, who was engaged in conversation with Ghost and Gaz. Satisfied that no one was looking, he slipped off his chair and followed after you.
John caught up with you in the hallway, closing the distance between them quickly. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the bathroom. "C'mere," he murmured, shutting the door behind them.
You let yourself be pulled into the bathroom, a sly smile on your face. As soon as the door was shut John roughly pushed you against the bathroom counter, his hands gripping your hips tightly. His fingers traced over the hem of your dress, slowly pushing it up until it pooled around your waist.
His other hand reached down, sliding underneath your panties to find your wet folds. He groaned in pleasure at the feel of your heat, teasing your clit with slow circles. "Don't think I won't spank your arse if you make any noise," he warned, nipping at her earlobe.
You gasped as John's fingers found your soaked pussy. You bit your lip to stifle a moan as he began circling your sensitive clit. You looked over your shoulder, smirking at him "Mmm don't threaten what you aren't prepared to do"
John grunted at your challenge, his fingers continuing their torturous tease. He pressed harder against your clit, pinching it gently between his thumb and forefinger. "I can handle anything you dish out," he assured you, leaning in to nip at the curve of your neck. "Now behave yourself."
You whimpered as John continued to play with your clit, pressing harder against it. You clenched your fists, digging your nails into your palms to try and hold back the moans threatening to escape your throat.
John could feel your body trembling beneath his touch, your arousal coating his fingers. He continued to tease your clit, his other hand reaching around to cup one of your breasts.
"Such a naughty girl," he whispered in your ear. "Making me fuck you in our friend's bathroom."
You moaned quietly as John continued to play with your clit, your body arching back against him. You ground your hips against his hand, desperate for more friction.
John chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin. His fingers continued to move, rubbing against your clit in slow circles. "Impatient, aren't we?" he taunted, giving your ass a sharp slap. "You'll get what you want when I'm ready to give it to you."
You yelped as John slapped your ass, the sting sending a shiver down your spine. You gritted your teeth, trying to suppress the moans threatening to break free as he continued to tease your clit. John groaned in pleasure as your juices coated his fingers, your tight hole clenching around nothing. He gave your ass another hard smack, relishing the way you squirmed under his touch.
"That's it," his voice husky with desire. "Let me hear you beg." You whimpered as John continued to tease your clit, your body shaking with pent-up frustration. You turned to look at him over your shoulder, biting your lip to hold back a moan. "Please... I need more"
John chuckled darkly, his fingers stilling on your clit. He leaned in, his hot breath fanning over your ear. "Not good enough," he murmured, giving your ass another sharp slap. "Beg properly or I'll stop altogether."
You whined as John stopped playing with your clit, the sudden lack of stimulation making you ache even more. You gripped the edge of the countertop, biting down on your bottom lip to keep quiet. "Please fuck me John. Please"
John groaned in pleasure at your plea, his cock throbbing with need. He released your hip, reaching down to unbutton his jeans.
"Good girl," he praised, pulling out his hardening cock. "Now spread those legs."
You obeyed John, spreading your legs wide apart. You looked back at him, biting your lip as he undid his pants. You could see his cock straining against his boxers, eager for release. John groaned in pleasure as he saw your wetness glistening on your thighs, your tight little cunt begging to be filled. He stepped forward, positioning himself behind you.
"God," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I'm so fucking lucky that you're my wife."
You smiled at John's words, turning to look at him over your shoulder. Your eyes were glazed with desire as you watched him position himself behind you. "I am lucky too... I have a husband who knows how to treat a woman right"
John growled in response, his hand reaching down to grip his cock. He positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you by dragging the head of his cock along your slick folds. "Mmm..." he hummed, nuzzling your neck. "And I have a wife who knows how to make a man feel like a king."
You moaned as John teased your entrance with the head of his cock, your body yearning for him. You pressed yourself back against him. "Stop being a fucking tease... please"
John chuckled, his hand tightening around his cock. He lined himself up with your entrance, teasing you by pushing in only an inch. "Oh, I'm not done teasing yet," he warned. "But since you asked so nicely..." With that, he thrust deep inside you, filling you completely with his hard cock. He groaned in pleasure, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "There we go," he murmured, his hips beginning to move. "That's it."
As John thrust into you, you cried out in pleasure, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You gripped the edge of the sink, bracing yourself as he began to thrust deeper into your soaking pussy. You both didn't care about being quiet anymore.
John groaned in pleasure as he felt your tight walls clench around him, your body welcoming him home. He thrust deeper into you, each movement causing a wave of pleasure to ripple through him.
"Fuck, you're so tight," his voice strained with desire. "I love this view."
John grabbed a fistful of your hair, tightening his grip, pulling your head back further until you were forced to look at yourself in the mirror. He thrust into you harder, his balls slapping against your clit with each powerful stroke. "Look at us," he panted. "Fucking beautiful."
Your eyes locked onto Johns in the mirror, he groans at the sight of your wicked smile, your eyes filled with lust and mischief. He increased his pace, thrusting into you harder. "You're such a dirty girl," his voice thick with desire. "I love it."
You moaned loudly as John picked up the pace, his cock driving in and out of your soaked pussy. You gripped the edge of the sink tighter, bracing yourself for the intense pleasure coursing through your body. "God I fucking love you John"
John grunted in response, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his climax. He reached around, pinching your nipple between his fingers. "And I love you, sweetheart," he gasped, his voice hoarse. "So fucking much."
John groaned in pleasure as he felt your tight walls clench around him, signalling your impending orgasm. He quickened his pace, driving himself deeper into you with every thrust. "That's it, baby," he praised. "Come for me."
Your orgasm hit you like a train, your pussy clamping down on Johns cock as you screamed in pleasure. You gripped the sink tightly, your knuckles white as your entire body shook from the intensity of it all.
His own orgasm crashed over him moments later, his cock twitching inside you as he filled you. He let out a guttural groan, his grip on your hair tightening as he rode out the waves of pleasure.
As John came, you felt your pussy squeeze him tighter, milking him for everything he had. You collapsed against the counter, panting heavily as your body slowly came down from its high. You could feel Johns cum starting to leak out of your pussy, dripping down your inner thigh.
John groaned in satisfaction, his hips still gently rocking as he emptied himself into you. His heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to regain control.
"Fuck," he murmured, finally releasing his grip on your hips.
He pulled out of you slowly, his cock giving one final twitch at the sensation of leaving your warm depths. He watched as his cum started to drip down your thigh, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.
You turned around, wrapping your arms around John's waist. You rested your head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat slow down as well. "That was... amazing" John nodded in agreement, his hands resting on your hips. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "It always is with you," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "You're incredible."
He held you close for a moment longer before pulling away slightly. His hands moved to cup your cheeks, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "But now," he said, a playful glint in his eyes, "it's your turn to suck me off."
You grinned at John's words, you got on your knees and grabbed his cocks. A bang on the door made you stop and stare at the door with wide eyes. "You two better not be fucking in my bathroom!" Soap hiccupped.
"Fuck off sergeant" Price commanded.
You both heard Soap quickly walk away shouting towards Gaz and Ghost. "Mom and Dad are fucking in my bathroom" making you and John laugh but you had no intention of stopping as you wrapped your lips around the tip of John's cock.
John laughed at the sound of Soap's outraged voice, shaking his head in amusement. But the moment you took him into your mouth, he forgot about everything else. "Oh fuck," he groaned, his hands instinctively threading through your hair. "Just like that."
You hummed around Johns cock, sucking him deeper into your mouth until his cock hit the back of your throat and your nose was resting on his pubic bone. You gagged slightly but you kept your head there for a moment before pulling back to catch your breath and doing it again.
John groaned in pleasure as you took him deep into your mouth, the sensation of your tongue and lips working magic on his cock. Your gagging only spurred him on more, his hips bucking slightly as he fought to keep control.
You carried on taking him fully in your mouth, one hand moved to gently massage his balls. Your other hand rested on his hip as you worked him over. The taste of his precum mixed with the taste of his sweat filling your senses.
John's breath hitched as your hand found his sensitive balls, massaging them gently. His grip on your hair tightened, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "Fuck," he groaned. "Baby, you're going to make me-" But his words were cut off by a loud groan as he finally lost control, his cock throbbing as he spilled himself into your waiting mouth.
You swallowed Johns cum eagerly, your throat muscles working hard to get every last drop. You pulled back once he stopped cumming, looking up at him with a sultry smile.
John panted heavily, his grip on your hair loosening as he came down from his orgasm. He stared down at you, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Jesus Christ," he murmured, running his fingers through your messy hair. "You're something else, sweetheart."
You giggled softly, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to the tip of his cock before standing up. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his. "Pretty sure that's why you married me"
John chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his heart pounding in his chest. "Well. That was one of the reason," he agreed, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
"We better go back and join everyone before Soap breaks the door down" You laughed as you began cleaning yourself up.
You both walked outside to see Soap looking at you like he was grossed out, earning a laugh from everyone. Even Soap. "If you two have managed to conceive in my bathroom he better be named after me!" He stated with folded arms.
John rolled his eyes at Soap's comment, a chuckle escaping his lips. He slipped an arm around your waist, pulling you close as they joined the others. "If we have," he said, winking at Soap, "then I think it's only fair that you name him Soap Jr." The group erupted into laughter at his suggestion.
"We are not naming our child Soap Jr." You shoved Johns shoulder playfully. John laughed, catching your hand and kissing the back of it. "Fair enough," he conceded, a teasing glint in his eyes. "How about Soap III then?" More laughter ensued, the tension from earlier completely dissolved thanks to their antics.
"We're not naming our child after anyone nickname." You shook your head at him. John shrugged, smiling at you fondly. "Can't blame a guy for trying," he said, winking at you before joining in the conversation once more.
1 month later
John had been stuck at work all day, forced to deal with the usual bullshit that seemed to plague him wherever he went. He couldn't wait to get home, knowing that you would be waiting for him. The thought alone brought a small smile to his lips.
You went about making some lunch for yourself, you decided to cook your favourited. Salmon and rice. But the moment the smell of the cooked salmon hit your nose you felt sick. "Strange.... I love salmon" You mumbled to yourself, "Not unless?" You checked your period tracker on your phone and saw that you still had 3 days until your period but something told you to take a test "I guess taking one test wouldn't hurt"
What was 5 minutes felt like 5 hours to you. Waiting. Worrying. Praying. When you finally picked up the test you had to check it again.
It was positive.
"Don't get your hopes up" You told yourself. "It could be fluke" You rushed around the bathroom to find 3 more pregnancy tests.
When the 3 tests came back positive you couldn't do anything but cry. Cry with happiness. Your prayers had finally been answered. "I've got to tell John" You didn't want to tell him over the phone so you rushed to get dressed. Once you were dressed you grabbed the pregnancy tests and your car keys before driving to the base.
You were surprised you didn't get pulled over with how fast you were driving.
Once at the base you ran to Johns office and pounded on the door but no answer so you ran to the mess hall but again, he wasn't there. You saw Ghost and asked him where he was.
"He's in the gym" He answered and before he could ask why you ran off to the gym to find John.
John was just finishing up his workout when he heard footsteps approaching. He turned to see who it was and his breath caught in his throat when he saw you. "Sweetheart," he said, wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" You ran and hugged John, you began crying.
John stiffened slightly at the sudden hug, but quickly relaxed and returned it, patting her back gently. "What is it?" he asked, worry clear in his voice. "Did something happen? Are you hurt?"
"I'm pregnant" You whispered in Johns ear.
John froze, his heart pounding in his chest. After a moment, he pulled away slightly to look at you, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Really?" he asked, disbelief mingling with joy in his voice.
"Are you sure?"
You reached into your bag and pulled out the 4 positive pregnancy tests. "You're going to be a daddy" You said through sobs.
John's eyes filled with tears as he took the tests from your hands, unable to believe what he was seeing. He wrapped you up in another tight hug, lifting you off the ground, his laughter echoing throughout the empty gym. "Oh, my God," he breathed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Oh, my God!" He set you down carefully, his hands trembling as he looked at your belly, already imagining their child inside you. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he buried his face in your neck, sobbing with relief and happiness.
"Thank you," he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you, baby. Thank you."
"We did it. We finally did it" You wiped your own tears away as you looked at John. This was the happiest moment of your life. "Yes, we did," John agreed, pulling you close again. He held you tightly, as if afraid you might disappear if he let go. "We did it," he repeated softly, pressing another kiss to your forehead. "Our family is starting now." His voice broke on the last word, overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of their accomplishment. They had struggled for so long, faced so many obstacles...and yet here they were, expecting a child together.
"I love you," he whispered, nuzzling into your neck.
Ghost, Soap and Gaz rushed into the gym to make sure everything was okay after you were running about to find John. "Is everything okay Cap?" Gaz asked. He was concerned, they all were. Especially when they saw you both crying in each others arms.
John nodded, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. "Yeah, I'm fine, guys," he said, trying to calm down. "Just...overwhelmed, you know?" He chuckled weakly, looking over at you, who was still sobbing but smiling now too. "She's pregnant," he explained, beaming with pride. "We're gonna have a baby." The other three stared at them for a moment, then broke out into cheers and back slaps, laughing and teasing John about becoming a dad but congratulating you both.
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Hazbin Hotel Men + Predator/Prey Kink
Pairing: Alastor, Lucifer Morningstar, Adam, Husk, Valentino, Vox x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, dom/sub dynamics, fear play, cnc, rough sex, predator/prey dynamic, dirty talk, name-calling, creampie, biting, marking, size differance
A/N: Trying out a bit of a different format to give you all a bit more content.
You pressed yourself against a tree, your nails digging into the bark, breath coming up short and fast. You could see, feel the shadows against your feet even now, remind you that there's nowhere to hide. You risked peaking behind you to see if it was safe to run. As soon as you turned the static came from your other side.
"Not very smart are you, my dear?" Alastor's long tongue licked the side of your neck and made you jump at the cold sensation. "Where are you off to so quickly?"
His shadows wrapped around your body and pulled you down against the dirt. You groaned and struggled against them, against his cold arms as they grabbed your cheeks and kept your face still. "How can you get so hard from this?" You felt his long cock twitching against your inner thigh. Your legs opened for a moment and then closed just as fast.
This wasn't fun if you weren't putting up a fight. "Your fear. I find it very arousing for some reason. I've never felt this way before. So, if you would allow me to express my deepest thanks." Alastor's sinister laugh sent shivers down your entire body. As he pushed his cock into your pussy you couldn't quite relax under him, seeing his radio dial eyes tick and tick with each thrust. "I can hear your heart. It beats only for me, for what I do to you. I want it for myself, I want you for myself, always."
Alastor's pulled his cock out and waited o hear your heart beating faster. That was a good rhythm to fuck you to he decided. The rhythm of fear and lust that you feel for him.
The house you were in felt like royalty was living there, but not the kind one would want to wine and dine with. Lucifer was the kind that liked to chase you through the empty halls, the sound of his jolly laughter and wings flapping close behind you. "Is this all you're got sweetheart, I expected a bit more from my future wife."
"Then maybe you should look for someone else." Your suggestion got you punned against the nearest walls, legs forced open and his hands holwing your wrists. "Why hide us? Are you ashamed of me, Luci?"
"Ashamed of you? Never." Even in his most horny Lucifer found himself cherishing you. He was careful not to scratch you with his horns as he kissed the side of your neck. "I don't want anyone to intrude on this moment. I don't want anyone else to see you like this. It's selfish but I've already committed enough sin as it is."
He didn't care about sinning if sinning meant feeling your sweet pussy around his dick. "Then we shouldn't be in the hallway." You tried to push him off but that only got him to push his hips all the way against yours, the slight curve of his cock rubbing against your inner walls. "Fuck you and your perfect body."
"Mhm, go right ahead. I welcome it." His pace was slow on purpose, made to drive you mad with lust. He wanted you to chase him as much as he chased you. "Go on, don't you want my cock? You better show me how much you want it." Lucifer growled as he bit your shoulder, drawing blood and making your pussy ripple around him. "My cute painslut, how rough do you want it?"
You gulped and turned to meet his demonic eyes and bloody lips. "If Heaven won't see us then make them hear us."
"Where the fuck do you think you're going little slut? I don't remember telling you you could leave." Adam's big hand wrapped around your forearm and squeezed. "I thouht I told you not to leave my bed till my dick goes soft. Imagine my surprise when I find you sneaking around my house like this." He got in close to your face, anger evident on his masked face, in his tone, you could even imagine his cock pulsing with it.
"Sorry, I thought you'd had enough." You tried to pull away but he squeezed harder. "Adam, that hurts."
He scoffed at your complaint and pulled your smaller body against his. Golden wings dragged on the floor behind him, making him look as much of an angel now as he was a demon in bed.
"You bet your hot ass it hurts." His other hand wrapped around your hip and scooped you into the air. "Wrap your legs around me. Right this damn second." He wasn't good but you still couldn't bring yourself to disobey him. "That's a good bitch. If only you were so good before I wouldn't have to punish you now. You made me leave my comfy bed for this, you better make it worth it for my dick. You hear?"
"Yes Adam, sir." You let your head fall against his chest as he pushed his thick, huge cock into your sensitive pussyhole.
"That's it, make my dick wet, yeah, like that." He cooed against your ear and wrapped his wings around you, the soft feathers caressing your naked back. "Ride my cock and beg for my forgiveness."
You hooked your legs around his hips and rose up, staring into his golden eyes. "Sorry. I'm sorry for not listening to you, sir." You licked your lips and sat back down on his cock, feeling it splitting your cunt open. "I'm sorry for leaving you. You can punish me as much as you want."
"Hell yes I can. I will. Now you're not getting off my dick all day, for real. You'll be such a pretty cocksleeve today." Something similar to a warm slime flashed across his mask before replaced by a lecherous grin.
Cats were natural predators so it wasn’t odd for Husk to suggest to chase you. He had more than one advantage, his quick cat reflexes as well as his wings. You’d lose no matter what.
“Not much of game if you lose so easily, darlin’.” Husk pushed your head against the hard floor. “You should have given me more of a challenge.” His barbed cock dragged along the outside of your slick pussy as you tried to push your hips against him harder. “Bad girl, you can’t just take whatever you want.”
You chuckled and spread your legs more so he could climb on top of you better. “And why can’t I? You already know I don’t have your stamina yet you suggested I run all over the city. The casino was my last resort.” More specifically the only casino that he still had left. It was his safe heaven. And it meant you could do anything you wanted in here.
Husk purred against the back of your neck as the tip of his cock caught on your entrance.
“Such a shame. We need to work on you stamina. You need to be able to keep up with me. Or else you’ll never keep up with me in my rut.” His cock sank in easily, aided by the wetness from your pussy. “Opening up for me so easily. But you know, I’m debating on giving you what you want. I think I’ll keep you pinned like this and not let you move an inch.”
Shit. This did some back to bit you just not in the way you expected it to.
“I’ll make you move.” You clenched your inner walls around his cock but Husk was more stubborn than most demons in Hell. He wouldn’t fold easily, not even to you.
“Keep massaging my dick sweetheart. Get all the cum out of it okay, I’ll keep us tied together.” His teeth nibbled on your shoulder while he spoke. Not only would you have his cum marking you when you walked out of here but also his bite marks.
Valentino owned everything and everyone in the Studio. That included you. When he says keep still you’re still, when he says open up you open up, when he says run you run. You won’t get far, but he lets you make it just to the door before you feel his arms wrap your your hips and lift you up into the air. “No, no, no, not outside. You know I can’t let you do that without me, my darling. There are dangerous people out there.”
Two of his hands held your legs open while the third one played with your pussy, right in front of the door where people could see. The embarrassment flushed through you and you realized that running to the door might have been a mistake. You had the whole Studio to play in yet you chose this as your destination.
“Will you punish me for trying to escape?” You tilted your head to look up at him right in time for him to cup your jaw and capture you in a kiss.
“My whore knows me so well, that’s why I like you best of all.” Valentino tasted almost sickeningly sweet, his taste made you as dizzy as his big cock being pushed inside your tight pussy. “It’s so tight already. After all that time time you spent with my cock in your cunt today.” His claws dug into your thighs as he flicked your sensitive clit, causing your overstimulated yet full pussy to obey his touch and squeeze down on his cock.
You were good for him but you still craved this, the hard, punishing thrusts if his cock. “Give me… your cum… please, Val.”
“Asking to be breed like a bitch in heat where everyone could see you, now I know you’re fit for this job. I always choose my toys well.” Valentino’s cock pulsed as it emptied it’s seed inside your womb and pushed it in while his hips smacked and press against yours. Your pussy squeezed around him as much as it could, silently begging for more.
This wasn’t a typical chase. In fact Vox insisted he could find you and make you come without even exiting his news room. You could run anywhere within Pentagram City, he could always follow you. “Wrong turn.” You heard his voice in your ear and a second later felt a pleasant vibration in your pussy.
You leaned against the brick wall for a second. You weren’t allowed to catch your breath, the vibrations only got faster, along with the slow thrusting motion. It made walking hard let alone running. But you still did, you’d play this game of his and you would get your prize.
As you turned around the corner you looked behind, half-expecting him to be there. The vibrating toy sure made it seem that way. It was modeled after Vox’s cock after all, all the way to the patterns running to the tip of it.
“Vox, I want to go back.” You breathed as you pressed against the wall, legs shaking and thighs dripping with your pussy juice. “I want you to fuck me.” You demanded not fully knowing if he could hear you too. A chuckle echoed around you, confirming that he could. The toy stopped for a moment before it started going so fast your legs could no longer hold you. You fell down on all fours, legs spread open and ass in the air, just barely hidden from the view of everyone but Vox.
“Lift your skirt, let me see what’s mine.” Shaky hands obeyed his words, giving the camera’s around the perfect view of the toy thrusting in and out of your drenched hole, your hips swaying back, trying to find more release. “Come for me, pretty girl.”
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Jealousy.
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Pairings : Blaise Zabini x GN! Reader
Summary : He's jealous of your ex and starts to become rude until you asked him whats wrong
A/n : Enjoy (・∀・)
Warnings) : none
Word count : 653
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Blaise was a man of few words, but his actions spoke louder than any words could. He was possessive and possessive, and he didn't like the thought of anyone else taking you away from him. He was jealous and a little bit possessive. But he loved you. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you. That's why he was so snappy and rude lately.
He didn't like the fact that you had a past, and he couldn't stand the fact that you had been with someone else before him. He was jealous, jealous of the fact that someone else had had you before him, touched you before him, kissed you before him. It made his stomach twist in knots, his heart beat with rage, and his fists clench in anger.
Blaise was sitting in the living room with you, watching a movie, when all of a sudden he became more distant and irritable. His tone was snappy, and he was giving you one-word answers. This was unlike the usual sweet and attentive Blaise that you had grown accustomed to. You couldn't help but wonder what was going on, and after a few minutes of his silence, you decided to ask him what was wrong.
"Okay, what the fuck is up with you and your attitude lately?" you asked tentatively, wondering if you had done something to upset him. He looked at you for a moment, debating whether to tell you what was on his mind, before finally taking a deep breath and beginning to speak.
"You know, I don't usually like to admit this, but I guess it's just been weighing on my mind recently," he said, sounding embarrassed. "You see, I've been feeling a bit jealous lately." Your eyes widened in surprise, wondering what on earth he could possibly be jealous of. "Jealous? Of what?" you asked, curious to hear his response.
Blaise hesitated again before answering, clearly not wanting to admit the truth. "Of your ex-boyfriend," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. You were shocked by his words, but also somewhat flattered. You had never expected him to feel such strong emotions towards you. "Why? What about him?" you asked, still trying to wrap your head around the situation.
Blaise sighed, his eyes filled with emotion. "I just can't help but worry that you still have feelings for him," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "I know it's ridiculous, and I shouldn't be feeling like this, but I can't help it."
You giggled and flicked his forehead with your finger. You reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently before speaking. "Blaise, I can absolutely assure you that I don't have any feelings for my ex anymore," you said, your voice soft and comforting. "You're the only one I want to be with, and you're all I can think about. I promise you that."
Despite his initial jealousy, you can't help but feel grateful for Blaise's honesty. He's usually pretty stoic and reserved, so it's a bit surprising to see him being vulnerable with you like this. But it also feels nice to know that he cares enough to express his feelings, even if they might be a bit irrational.
"I'm sorry for getting all worked up," he says, looking up at you with a guilty expression. "I shouldn't let my jealousy get the better of me like that. I just.. I don't want to lose you."
You lean in and give him a comforting hug, feeling his warmth against your skin. "You won't lose me," you say, kissing his forehead. "I'm yours, and you're mine. That's all that matters." With those words, Blaise's tension finally relaxes completely, and he leans into you. He mumbled something about being an idiot before nuzzling into your neck. "I love you," he said. "More than I've ever loved anyone else."
You squeezed him tighter and whispered back, "I love you too."
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First kiss with Suo???👀👀 What will the teasing master do??
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my first suo request yayyy so I was brainstorming hard for this by brainstorming I mean playing music and daydreaming and here’s the final product lol hope you enjoy let’s spread the suo love
: ᴍɪɴᴏʀ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ. ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ. ᴇꜱᴛᴀʙʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ. ʜɪɴᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ. ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ.
The day has grown dark, as the sun steps down to give way to the moon. The street lamp illuminates the two figures walking side by side who walk in silence. You glance at the eye patched man beside you, he has been awfully silent throughout your walk home, only staring ahead as if he's lost in thoughts. He usually has a lot to say but this time not even a smile graces his face. It bothers you that he's not his usual self, something must be wrong.
"Thank you for walking me home." You speak, breaking the awkward silence as you look towards him. However, Suo only stares straight ahead, humming in acknowledgement. You slightly raise your eyebrow in confusion, continuing to stare at him in case he might say something else but he doesn't. Now you know something is definitely wrong and the feeling gnaws at you.
"Hayato?"
"Hmm?"
"You're pretty quiet today, is something wrong?"
Suo shakes his head in response, but you notice the hold he has on your school bag he's carrying tightens momentarily. You frown at his lack of words and halt in your steps, worry reflected in your eyes as you look towards him. Suo notices that you stopped walking and has turned around to look at you, still silent. You look down in frustration, unable to take this silence anymore, you speak out.
"You don't have to tell me what's b-bothering you, but just know that I'm here for you...!" You exclaimed at him, you found your voice wavering as your emotions unexpectedly rise. Embarrassed that you let your emotions get to you. A moment of silence passes before you hear a familiar sound of footsteps come towards you. A sight of familiar shoes enter your down casted vision, a warmth placed upon your cheek. Causing you to look up and meet a recognizable maroon eye. Suo stands in front of you with a hand placed on your cheek, his usual calm face troubled. "(Y/N), I..." He lets out a sigh as his voice fades - he seems conflicted, the hand on your face lowers to reach for your hand. You squeeze his hand in return, patient as you await his next words expectantly.
"Do you.....like me?"
Your eyes widen as his words slowly sink into you. You can feel your cheeks warming as your mind swirls with questions. Of all the things he could have said, you did not expect this. "Wha- umm..." You struggle to form the words as his strong gaze lingers on you. You wonder if he can feel your hand starting to sweat. All of a sudden you can hear your heart pounding to fill in the silence. Suo continues to stare at you, his nervous filled eye-patiently waiting for you to speak.
"Of c-course, I l-like you...."
"Prove it."
You're taken aback by his sudden words. You probably resemble Sakura right now with how hard you are blushing. "W-What?!" you exclaim, eyes resembling saucers. "Prove it to me that you really like me." From a troubled face his face now turned to resemble Cheshire cat, a smirk on his face. What happened to his earlier nervousness? It dissipated way too quickly, raising your suspicions if he really was troubled. You frown as you let out the next words.
"H-How?"
"I'll give you a hint, actions speak louder than words."
Okay, now you feel like he's toying with you. You huff as you see his grin stretch a little wider, his eye full of mischief. "Why are you doing this now and here of all places?!" You hissed, taking a cautionary glance around you in case someone might be looking. Suo lightly chucked at your actions before responding. "Would you rather we do it at my place?"
Oh how you wanted to smack him.
Like a boiling kettle you finally reached your limit. "Urgh fine, let's just do this quickly!" An exaggerated sigh leaves your lips as you pull your hand from his. Suo seems to be enjoying himself as he offers you a closed eye smile. You're annoyed that he's taking pleasure from your embarrassment. With a count of three, you wrap your arms around him tightly-burying your face in his chest. You let a moment linger before quickly pulling away from him, your face ablaze. If you hugged him a while longer you swear you could of ironed his shirt with your face.
The sound of soft laughing causes you wake from your thoughts, only to see Suo trying to suppress his laughter with a hand to his mouth. You can only clench your fists in anticipation as you wait for him to get over it. Your actions must have been real funny to him. After a while the laughter dies down, Suo looks towards you fondly with a gentle smile on his face.
"You're so cute (Y/N)-chan, but what I actually wanted was this...."
Before you could react Suo cups your face, bringing your lips to meet his in a soft kiss. Your eyes widen in surprise, a little noise escapes your lips. You can feel Suo smiling through the kiss, as he angles his head to deepen it-his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks to calm you. His soothing touch eases you into fluttering your eyes closed, bringing your hands to fist his clothes-pulling him closer until there is no space left between the two of you.
Once you both slowly pull away does time seem to resume again. You bet you can put Sakura to shame with how red your face has gotten. Suo smiles fondly at you, eye full of pure adoration. A light pink dusting his cheeks as he leans in again only this time to whisper in your ear.
"I like you too."
extra:
suo: so wanna continue this at my place~?
(y/n): ?!
Now dear readers time for a question! Do you think suo faked being sad to get a kiss or was it actually real? lemme know whatcha think!
#wind breaker#wind breaker x reader#wind breaker x you#suo hayato x reader#hayato suo#suoh hayato#wind breaker reader insert#wind breaker imagines#skipps answers#skipps writes
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Never Can Say Goodbye {LH44}
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Summary: Lewis struggles with the impending separation from his lover, Y/N, a famous Broadway singer, after her final performance, knowing their demanding careers will keep them apart.
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Lewis' POV
The crowd's roar faded into a distant hum as I stood backstage, my heart thumping louder than the applause. There she was, center stage, a vision of grace and power, her voice soaring through the theater with the force of a thousand emotions. Y/N, the woman who had captured not only the hearts of millions but also mine. Tonight was her final performance on Broadway, and the bittersweet reality of that truth gnawed at me.
I leaned against the wall, my mind racing back to the night we first met. I was in New York for a Formula 1 event, and someone had insisted I see the show. "You have to," they said. "Y/N is phenomenal." They weren't wrong. Her performance that night was nothing short of magical, but it was her presence offstage that truly captivated me. We were introduced at an after-party, and from the moment our eyes met, I was hooked.
Our relationship had been a whirlwind of stolen moments and passionate nights, trying to synchronize our impossibly hectic schedules. She understood the pressures of fame and the relentless pursuit of perfection. We were kindred spirits in that way, two souls who found solace in each other's embrace amidst the chaos of our careers.
But now, as I watched her take her final bow, a knot tightened in my chest. Y/N had been offered a role in a film that would take her far from the Broadway lights and even farther from me. She deserved it, no doubt about that. Her talent was meant to be shared with the world. Yet, the selfish part of me wanted to keep her close, to hold on just a little longer.
"But how do you say goodbye when your heart still wants to hold on?" The question echoed in my mind, a constant torment since she broke the news. I knew the answer. You don't. Not really. Because saying goodbye would mean acknowledging that this chapter of our lives was ending, and I wasn't ready to face that.
I pushed myself off the wall and made my way towards her dressing room, each step heavy with the weight of impending loss. The hallway was a blur, the sounds around me muffled as if the world was urging me to focus on this moment.
When I reached her door, I paused, taking a deep breath before knocking softly. "Come in," her voice called, a melody that had become my favorite song.
I entered to find her sitting at the vanity, still in costume, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror. She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Hey, superstar," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Hey, champ," she replied, turning to face me. "What did you think of the show?"
"Unbelievable, as always," I said, crossing the room to stand beside her. I took her hand, marveling at how perfectly it fit in mine. "You were incredible, Y/N. Truly."
She squeezed my hand, her gaze dropping to the floor. "Lewis, I..."
"I know," I interrupted gently. "You don't have to say it."
"But I do," she insisted, looking up at me, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "This isn't goodbye, Lewis. It can't be. We'll find a way, right?"
I wanted to promise her the world, to tell her that we would conquer the distance and the time apart. But the reality of our lives loomed large, and I couldn't bring myself to offer false hope. "We'll try," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "But no matter what happens, you'll always have my heart."
Her tears fell then, and I pulled her into my arms, holding her as tightly as I could, as if I could somehow merge our souls and keep her with me forever. The scent of her perfume, the feel of her heartbeat against mine, these were the moments I wanted to etch into my memory.
We stayed like that, wrapped in each other's embrace, until the world forced us apart. The knock on the door, the reminders of time, and the inevitability of our separate paths. She pulled back, her hand lingering on my cheek. "I love you, Lewis," she whispered.
"I love you too, Y/N," I replied, my voice barely audible over the lump in my throat. "Always."
As I walked away from her dressing room, the weight of goodbye settled heavily on my shoulders. The bustling streets of New York outside felt cold and indifferent, a stark contrast to the warmth we had shared. I passed by the theater’s entrance where a giant poster of Y/N smiled down at me, a painful reminder of what I was losing.
I wandered the city aimlessly, memories flooding my mind. The night we danced in the rain, her laughter blending with the storm’s symphony. The quiet mornings we spent together, her head resting on my chest as we talked about dreams and fears. The promises whispered in the dark, now echoing hollow in the face of an uncertain future.
When I finally returned to my hotel, I found a small envelope slipped under the door. Her handwriting was unmistakable. With trembling hands, I opened it to find a simple note: "No matter where we go, you'll always be my song."
I sat on the edge of the bed, the note clutched in my hand, tears streaming down my face. How do you say goodbye when your heart still wants to hold on? You don't. You carry a piece of each other with you, no matter where life takes you. And as the city outside continued its relentless pace, I held onto that note like a lifeline, hoping that somehow, someway, our hearts would find their way back to each other.
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Light smut for Adam (hazbin hotel) with a female reader that is like skinny fat? Big hips, flat but still not completely flat stomach and big boobies, I think he would see reader for the first time by her holding with her hands her tits when aggressively getting down the stairs in front of him so they can't bounce🙏🙏 by light smut I mean just him making dirty jokes and maybe staring at some part of her body
Anyways thanks if you do it and sorry if I wrote something wrong, English isn't my first language💞💞
i LOVE your prompt 😭😭 + don't apologize! I understood perfectly! <3
𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬 — 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦
𐐒 ft : adam x fem!reader
𐐒 cw : light smut/suggestive, no use of y/n, described reader, maskless adam, adam's a bit of a womanizer, adam is shameless plz be reminded
𐐒 summary : at one of adam's parties, he spies a total fucking babe coming down the stairs... and plans to stay by her side all night
𐐒 wk : 890
𐐒 note : if i apologized for my dirty mind/language unfortunately we'd be here all day! just-enjoy this my readers :)
The party was already in full swing.
Adam, the first man, was known throughout heaven to throw such. . . parties. If God could call it that.
Events intended for angels and the most beautiful ascended souls of Earth to celebrate, to fucking party, to have fun, and to give Adam a chance to check out the women and their. . . assets.
The 'first man' glanced around the room with a small frown, sipping from a drink he'd nursed all night.
"Oh, yeah, that so?" He muttered, only half-listening to a blonde girl next to him as she gave him the usual shit: Giggling, tossing her head back to expose the supple flesh of her collarbones. Staring up innocently at him through her long lashes. Trying to lean closer to him, purposefully giving him an eyeful of her chest.
Adam smiled, the gesture nearly a fucking grimace, as he withstood her mind-numbing yapping. He rolled his eyes, letting his hand slip to the small of her back, knowing that his heart just wasn't in it.
What the fuck was up with him?
His eyes droned over the room. Gaze snagged by pretty faces, curves and stilettos. None of them really jumped out at him.
Until. . .
His eyes snapped to a woman at the top of the mansion's grand staircase. Young and tripping over herself laughing.
You had nearly raced down the stairs in heels, sniffling up your laughter and yelping every time your ankle gave into the weight of your movements. You held your chest close, smushing the cups of your dress up, hoping to stop your boobs from bouncing. Or heaven forbid someone see you like this-gawking at the sight.
When you reached the last stair, your left heel couldn't take the abuse any longer, snapping and sending you tumbling forward.
"Holy shit girl!" Adam had caught you in his arms before you fell, your figure stumbling hard enough into his chest that it fucking winded him.
You giggled, still planted firmly into his chest in a sort of lazy hug. Adam's arms thrown over your back. His rough hands sliding dangerously low down your back at the sudden contact,
"Sorry!" You hummed, glancing up to meet his golden eyes. Both of your breaths hitching. "You're. . . You're Adam," you said softly, the breath of your parted lips kissing his neck. Faces forced so close together. His brown hair haloed quiet literally against the rooms soft light.
Adam smirked, getting a good view of your chest pressed up against his in your clumsiness. "That's right, babe," he winked, shamelessly ogling your body, even daring to squeeze your back firmly to make his hand placement known to you.
He could've groaned at the feeling.
But sucked it up and held his restraints.
You blushed, trying to stand up from his arms in a haste, only to falter again and cling onto his shoulder for support.
"Back again?" He teased, backing off enough to let you hold onto his chest.
"I'm really sorry!" You offered with a sheepish smile, reaching down to fiddle with the straps of your heels. Nearly ripping the fucking things off your feet "These damned things!"
"Hey, I wouldn't put myself through the fucking torture. . ." He joked, managing to sneak a peak at the small of your back while you leaned down.
God you were sexy.
"But they do make your legs look good," he continued with a nod, drawing his gaze back to your struggles.
You discarded the pair of broken shoes, throwing them haphazardly to the wall with a laugh.
Finally able to stand on your own, you let go of him.
"For fucks sake," you sighed, still smiling despite the circumstances, and turning to fully face him now.
Adam watched you now, intently and more considerately, fully able to appreciate you.
The dress you wore hugged your body nicely, cinched at the perfect points and accentuating your feminine features. Adam tried to force himself to look away, even feign respect for you for a damned moment, but his gaze lingered too long. Almost fully planted at your chest. "Fuck," he mouths.
"Are you going to ask me my name or keep staring like a creep?" You asked, putting a hand on your hip and raising an eyebrow at him.
That finally seemed to snap him out of whatever spell you'd cast on him.
"Oh uh."
Before he could muster out a sorry excuse, you told him your name with a smile, still blushing at his surprising forwardness.
He repeated you name, with a whisper, as if trying to commit it to memory. Testing the syllables against his tongue.
"I'm-" He began to introduce confidently before you stopped him again. The sounds of your giggles lighting a fire in his groin.
"I know who you are. Remember?" You teased.
Adam chuckled at the breath of fresh air you provided him, even managing a blush. Never the type of man to be caught so hesitant or nervous before.
You watched him stroll closer, closing the distance between the two of your bodies with that handsome smirk of his. His hand bravely settling onto the curve of your back, pulling you flush against him.
"Can I get you a drink?" He offered, quietly hoping to get the chance to stay by your side all night.
#hazbin hotel#imagines#hazbin hotel x reader#reader insert#hazbin adam#adam x you#adam x reader#adam x y/n#adam x fem!reader#light smut#fic#oneshot#drabble#swearing#suggestive
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synopsis: riki knows you better than anyone else.
includes: bridgerton au (barely), a little women reference, confessions of love, pre-marital kissing (the scandal!), gross old men, arranged marriage
notes: @hoes4hoseok i hope you enjoy my timothee chalamification of riki, this one's for you girl🩷
there’s a thin line between love and friendship. your mother says she was friends with your father before she ever learned to love him, never in the way the poets rave, but in a way that made her life easier. in her words, “a love match is as rare as a diamond, dear. you shouldn’t hold out hope of one should it ruin your debut.”
it’s a shame, you think, that you can love someone so deeply and yet there’s no guarantee they’ll share the sentiment, nor a chance to see if what you feel is dwindling infatuation or true unyielding devotion. it’s improper to explore your options, greedy to want more than expected, and childish to yearn for love. yet you do.
your debut season approaches fast, and with it, the heavy promise of your hand to baron mortimer weighs your heart down like an anchor keeping you from daydreaming of the things you had read and researched about love.
he’s wealthy, titled, and twice your age. he would give your family a more comfortable life, save you from the shame of becoming a spinster if you do not find another suitable match your first season, and seems to be respectable enough despite his intent to marry you, a soon-to-be debutante he set his eyes upon years ago. it’s unnerving, but your mother speaks of him without disdain, so you keep your anxieties about his character at bay.
unfortunately, your dearest friend plagues your mind just so. riki’s return from oxford approaches with the same swiftness as your debut. you dread the idea of no longer having the liberty to write to him or paint him when he’s a willing muse, as it would be improper to do so while promised to another. for that reason you have yet to write to him since your last letter a week ago, where in it you bid him the gentlest farewell you could to help ease the ache in your heart.
you aren’t sure if he even received it, as he has not written back, but you suppose it’s for the best.
at least you believe that until he’s before you with unkempt hair and a haunted look in his tormented gaze.
“tell me it is not true.” he says, chest rising and falling as if he had run from oxford to mayfair on foot, though perhaps he had been traveling by carriage since he received the letter clutched between his fingers. “tell me you are not marrying that man.”
you are unsure of how to respond, your lips parting hut no words leaving them. you turn toward your ladies maid, who blinks wildly as she receives the message, placing your hairpin down and hastening out of the room past the viscount’s son. the door clicks and yet his gaze remains unyielding, you finally speak, “you are back early, mr nishimura.”
riki had always been exceedingly easy to read, only to you, he used to pout. this moment is no different, and you can see how hard it is for him to wrap his head around his title leaving your lips instead of his name, but he recovers enough to repeat himself, “tell me.”
you place a hand on your stomach, squeezed by a corset that you suspect is why you can’t seem to catch your breath, “i will not lie to you.”
his brows furrow, his teeth peeking from his plump lips as they part in disgust and frustration, “he is old.”
“yes, i am aware of lord mortimer’s age.” you say with a similar frustration on your tongue that is heavily withheld by your propriety, “my mother saw it pertinent i educate myself before our marriage.”
“you cannot marry him.” riki says, and the frustration in your blood blooms into something more, something worse.
“that is not your decision to make.” you state, mindlessly flattening invisible wrinkles in your dress as he takes a step closer, only for you to fortify the distance with one of your own in the same direction, “not any more than it is mine.”
“you…” he loses his words as his hand clenches and releases at his side like he longs to reach for you, “you do not want this.”
“what i want does not matter to my parents anymore than it should to you,” you state, attempting to tuck the loose strand of hair that your ladies maid hadn’t the time to fit into your updo behind your ear, only for it to fall right back into place against your cheekbone, “lord mortimer is wealthy, he will give me a comfortable life.”
“do you not deserve a happy one?” riki asks, and you feel the cracks in your chest widen. instinctively, you fight the tremble of your chin and the tug in your brow as tears attempt to fit through the open crevice of your act.
“no, don’t—“ you shake your eyes, turning away from him as your arms drop to your sides, “don’t do that. i have accepted my future, i do not need you planting doubts in my mind.”
“what use would planting them do when i can see they’ve already taken root far before i arrived here?” you overlook the step he takes, nor how large his stride is. he only takes one yet it makes all the difference, as he feels infinitely closer than before. just as you feared he would.
“stop it.” you say, masked inside a heavy exhale, yet a plea all the same. “you should be visiting with your sisters, i’m sure they missed you dearly—“
“don’t marry him.” he says, and you finally look at him.
“what?” you ask despite knowing exactly what he said, you want to hear him say it again to make sure it wasn’t in your head.
he shakes his head, taking another step closer, “don’t marry him.”
“you…” he doesn't have to explain what he means, your childish hopes of love that you’d hidden so deep in your conscience do so for him. your heart sings as his eyes flick between your own and then down the bridge of your nose and lower, but your mind refuses to bend as your heart does. you shake your head, shuffling back to salvage whatever distance you can, “no.”
“yes.” he responds in kind, dropping the letter and closing the distance between the two of you to grab your hands. his next words are paired with the act of him flattening your palm against his chest, keeping it there while he grasps the other in his much larger hand, “you can’t marry him.”
“you are being cruel.” you try to pull away, but his grip is firm and you know that if you meet his gaze you won’t be able to fight it anymore.
there’s a sickening silence as his thumb draws shapes on the back of your hand, you can feel his heartbeat. it’s strong, and its pace only feeds your own heart wanton promises of devotion you had only ever been told were too rare to expect in your lifetime, “tell me you do not want me.”
the suddenness of his demand lowers your guard for just long enough for your heart to find the upper ground and force your eyes into his sights, he repeats himself, “tell me you do not want me and i will leave you to marry lord mortimer.” his words are punctuated by the hand not holding yours to his heart grasping the side of your jaw, his thumb moving against your warmed cheek, “tell me and i will never speak to you again, just as you requested in your letter. you will never have to see me and i won’t—“
“i don’t want that.” the words leave your lips without warning, but it’s too late to take them back by the time they reach his ears. you shake your head, “i don’t—i don’t want to marry, i want to paint and read and—“
he listens as your supposed acceptance crumbles beneath his gaze, chest heaving under your palm.
“—i want to do all of those things with you, i do. the baron has my parents under his wretched thumb and i cannot bear it, i cannot—“ a sharp inhale rakes your body, a mix of a sob and a desperate but fruitless attempt to regain composure, “i don’t want you to go away, i want you to stay here with me and—“
his lips meet yours with a firmness that sets your heart aflame, and when he pulls away just enough to look at you your heart finally lands the finishing blow in its fight against your mind. your hand lingers on his chest as the one he uses to keep it there moves to mirror its counterpart on the other side of your jaw.
you barely glance down at his lips before they’re on yours again, a welcome experience that you hope you can experience over and over until you’re utterly familiar, but now you're not sure how to reciprocate. the novels you’ve read did little to educate you on the experience, much less prepare you for it to occur with the boy you’d found yourself longing for through the years.
the gasp you let out when his hand moves from your jaw to your waist to tug you closer is silenced by his lips attaching themselves to yours like he’d spent a lifetime wishing to taste you.
he pulls away, yet he doesn't seem keen on keeping the distance, his nose brushing yours as he promises, “i will speak to your parents—”
the mention of them has your guts turning painfully enough to rip you away from him, nausea hitting you like a bullet through your throat, “i should not have done that.”
“i kissed you—“ his statement does little to quell your sickness, and the wavering grate in your voice as you interrupt him is telling of that.
“that changes nothing.” your fingers move to your hair, the pin keeping it in place falling to the floor as you tug, “i am ruined. forget marrying the baron, i cannot marry anyone.”
“was i not clear?” he asks, and when you look at him with frustrated reluctance he continues, “should i gut myself? place my heart in your hands to have you understand how you haunt me?”
“we cannot marry.” you say, bottom lip trembling, “i will not be a consequence of your actions. it is not your duty to marry me when i am the only one ruined.”
riki’s jaw shifts as if your words brought him only fury, “i do not care for duty, i care for you.”
“you are young, riki. you are not expected to marry for at least—“
“i want to.” he states firmly, “you said you wanted me to stay, so i am staying. i will dance with you at balls. i will send flowers and call on you every morning. i will promenade alongside you for as long as it takes. i…”
he moves towards you, thumbs brushing away the tears under your eyes as his forehead meets yours, “i am yours, do with me what you will.”
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Just now realized that we're gonna get to see what Gwen intentionally *trying* to flirt looks like
bc like the few times when she said really sentimental things to Miles in ATSV weren't her intending to be romantic. Like the part where she said "What I always think: You're Amazing" was the most affectionate thing she's said to Miles so far, but that was her being unusually candid out of the heavy emotion she was feeling at that moment, not genuine flirting (at least not to her).
But if she's gonna be trying to make up with Miles and maybe doing some mmhmmhmm rizzing...
And I just think that will be Very Funny to watch.
Because you see the thing with Gwen is that she's not used to being open and vulnerable, so she isn't used to just saying how she feels about someone. I think that's why her love language is physical touch.
This is probably totally me projecting, but I always interpreted that physical touch is Gwen's default way of showing affection because expressing affection with words is much more difficult for her to do. It's like her way of expressing love where words fail her. It's kinda all she thinks she's capable of giving.
(Anyone who knows me knows I'm rather touchy too. With my siblings, parents, family, etc. It's always kisses, hugs, gentle arm squeezes, all that. So I relate to this aspect of Gwen's character a lot)
But obviously, physical affection isn't enough anymore. It's cute and highly appreciated, but it won't reveal everything that lies in the heart, or explain what she believes. It's pretty clear by the end of atsv that Miles will need some words from her. Some good words.
Now what's funny to me about Gwen's rizzing potential is that we've seen what it looks like when Gwen is trying to impress someone without knowing how good her chances are. She tried to make a good impression with Miles' parents, but got really awkward and cringed at herself after every attempt at banter or friendly conversation. This was different from how she interacts with the people at the Spider Society because superheroing is her element. It's something she knows she's good at, so there's no self doubt. But Gwen's a fish out of water in domestic situations. I mean, think about the scene where Gwen invites Miles for a swing around New York. The scene that follows very clearly resembles a date, despite the fact that it's not what Gwen meant when she called him out of his window. I think that Gwen had thought about how this could've looked like she was asking him out, then proceeding to shut down any thoughts like that, denying herself that they were on a date, despite that that might've been where her mind had been. Sidebar, I headcanon that during that scene, Miles did allow himself to pretend they were on a date. But anyway, this moment still has Gwen in her element because she's calling him out to swing around the city as spider-woman. It's certainly not the same as asking to casually hang out in civilian clothes to grab a bite or whatever, which would've been much more domestic, which would've been much more difficult for Gwen to attempt at. Gwen knows what the odds are when she's Spider-Woman, but she doesn't know the odds when she's Gwen Stacy.
Gwen not knowing the odds of something working out is what actively keeps her down throughout ATSV before she returns home. She acted with pessimism, and if the chances weren't high, she didnt want to commit herself to trying something that might not work out in the end--a similar outlook I had and still kinda do have, albeit toward my creative endeavors, not romantic relationships (I don't really have experience in that arena tbh)
But now after ATSV she's throwing caution to the wind with Miles, she's gonna face the music and use words this time. And some of those words, might be romantic! Gwen is gonna have a lot to say to Miles, there's so much she'll want to express to him--has been wanting to express to him for 2 years now! A lot of gushy mushy sweet stuff perhaps! Perhaps some rizzy words, yknow? And knowing Gwen, they're probably gonna have a hard time coming out the way she'd like! And it'll probably be very funny!
for us anyway
Ahh, the mythic struggle beauty of being an introvert.
#Nebs Has a Voice and He'll Use it#made new tag for my 'sharing my thoughts' posts. hope you like it ^^#atsv#spiderverse#across the spiderverse#miles morales#spider man: across the spider verse#gwen stacy#spider gwen#ghostflower#gwiles#gwen x miles#miles x gwen#ghost spider#atsv miles#atsv gwen#beyond the spiderverse
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Do you remember the podcast episode where Chris and Nick were mean to Matt ( calling him miserable etc.), and could you write something fluffy abt the reader comforting Matt after they filmed that episode?
[🩹] bottled up | matt sturniolo one-shot
paring : little!matt sturniolo x cg!gn!reader
summary : sometimes matt's brothers are just too mean...and sometimes a bottle fixes everything
warning/extra tid-bits : nick and chris being meanies (happy ending though!), crying, use of y/n, i think that should be it!
word count : 1,037
divider credit : @v6que
a/n : this podcast episode stressed me out so bad (sorry for any typos, i'm just a girl !)
Matt left the room as soon as he could, ignoring his brother’s taunts about how he was “Miserable” and “Negative”.
He could already feel the tears slipping out from his baby blue eyes as he ran upstairs and into his room, slamming his door shut behind him and twisting the lock with a satisfying “click!”
You sat on his bed, watching the whole scene unfold. Carefully putting your cheesy rom com book on his nightstand, you cleared your throat causing Matt’s eyes widened in surprise, he’s forgotten you were here but once he remembered he thanked god.
“M-Mama/D-Dada/B-Baba!” Matt cried, holding his arms out for a hug. Your sweet boy didn’t have to ask twice because you instantly pulled him into a hug, sitting the two of you down on his bed. Matt managed to shimmy his way onto your lap as you held him in a cradling position.
“Shhh, I’m here darling. I’m here.” You comforted him, placing gently kisses atop his head. Matt continued crying for what felt like an hour, mumbling out stuff about how Chris was a “meanie” and Nick was too.
“Were they being mean to my sweet boy?” You asked sympathetically. He nodded against your now tear-stained shirt.
“I’m sorry sweetheart…Do you want me to go talk to them?” You offered, you weren’t even sure what you would say but you already had some choice words in mind. Luckily for Chris and Nick, Matt shook his head which was now resting right above your heart. Your heartbeat had always seemed to be soothing to the little.
“Okay angel, well what do you need from Mama/Dada/Baba right now?” You asked, curling the back of his hair around your fingertips.
Thinking for a moment, Matt’s hands anxiously picked at the skin near his nails. You quietly took one of his hands, squeezing some of the pressure points in it in an attempt to alleviate some of his anxiety.
“M’ want…” Matt trailed off into a mumble, a shy blush invading his face. You smiled, looking down at the little on your lap. “Hm? What is it?” You pried, “M’ wanna bottle…” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
You beamed, always delighted to give your boy a bottle, before nodding. “Okay sweetheart, can you wait here while Mama/Dada/Baba brings the bottle up?” You asked, he thought for a moment before nodding.
After some gentle coaxing and multiple pinky promises you would return, you found yourself in the kitchen. You’d managed to avoid both Nick and Chris, unscrewing Matt’s bottle and filling it with milk and a few splashes of vanilla extract.
“Y/N? I didn’t know you were here!” Chris’ voice came from behind you. You internally sighed, turning around. “Yeah, Matt said we’d hang out after the podcast…” You mumbled. “Do you two wanna watch a movie? Me and Nick were gonna watch-” You cut the youngest triplet off, “No, Matt’s not feeling well.” You said firmly. Chris rolled his eyes, “He is still Miserable Matt?” He joked, only you didn’t laugh.
“Can you stop calling him that?” You asked, your tone sharper than intended. Chris paused. “I mean- seriously. I get that you three are brothers and you're gonna mess around but like- just lay off dude.” You continued, “I…” The youngest trailed off, his eyes meeting the bottle behind you.
Both Chris and Nick knew of their brother's regression, you hadn’t always been his caregiver and with Matt’s specific age range, he needed someone to at least make sure he didn’t hurt himself.
Realizing his actions had caused his older brother to regress, Chris’ face instantly fell.
“I’m- I’m sorry Y/N I thought-”
You shook your head, turning around and screwing the cap back onto Matt’s bottle. “Apologize to Matt, not me.” You said, beginning to walk back to Matt’s room, Chris following you.
“Well not right now!” You scolded, Chris stopped and nodded. “I uh- yeah okay.” He said before sheepishly moving back to the living room where Nick was sitting on the couch.
After sliding back into the room, you were greeted by Matt who was now in comfier clothes.
“Guess what I’ve got!” You sang, gently shaking the bottle in the air. Matt giggled, his puffy eyes beginning to return to normal.
You sat yourself against the headrest, Matt wasting no time crawling into your lap and laying his head on your chest. You cooed, whispering gentle affirmations to him about how he was a “sweet boy”, specifically your sweet boy.
Bringing the bottle to his lips, Matt hummed as the milk entered his mouth. Your little snuggled further into you, anxiety melting away by the second.
You proceeded to talk about anything and everything you could think of, from the most recent episode of Bluey the two of you had watched…to the weather in your hometown.
Matt listened contentedly, eyes transfixed on you as he drank his milk.
Just as the milk in his bottle ran dry, Matt’s eyes began to grow heavy. “Oh sweetheart…is someone tired?” You cooed, voice dripping in a softness a cloud could only dream of achieving.
“Mhm..” Matt mumbled as you began playing with his hair. “Poor thing, such a sleepy baby~” You smiled, placing a gentle kiss on Matt’s nose.
Giggling, he began allowing sleep to take over his mind.
It’d been nearly 30 minutes since Matt fell asleep, and you decided to hold him in your lap for as long as your limbs would allow. Just as you were going to move him, you heard the bedroom door creak open.
Turning your gaze to the now open door, you were greeted by Nick and Chris’ faces peeking in. You raised your brow.
“He okay?” Nick asked shyly, you smiled at the oldest brother’s concern. “Yeah, out like a light though.” You let out a breathy laugh, the two brothers doing the same.
The two brothers helped move Matt off of you, tucking him in.
Nick told you he already planned on apologizing to his middle brother first thing in the morning before leaving you and Chris on your own.
“Movie offer still stands,” Chris whispered, just before he slipped out the door.
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Lip Rings and Kisses
POV: your sweet neighborhood bestie Gyu, became someone you didn't recognize
genre: sad angst,heart-break
warnings:swearing,nsfw, smut,nipple play, eating out (lmk if I left anything out as this is my first time writing this type of content! thanku)
wc:~2.82k
MDNI beyond the cut!!
You would think that the guy you knew from when you were young, the sweet little cute boy you had remembered from your memories, who would always play with you, tease you, and look after you would stay the same. You both only had each other after all, and he thought that would last forever.
Time passed quickly when you were having fun. The next thing he knew, you were on the way to the airport, leaving for college in the States. The worst thing was that he had to find this out through his brother.
If he had known that you were going to leave without a word, he would have acted quicker on his feelings, knowing the short amount of time he had before you would leave.
It broke his heart.
You broke his heart...
Why didn't you let him know?
Why could you tell his brother that you were leaving but not him?
Was it that difficult to tell him that you were leaving?
Were you guys not as close as he thought you were? But that was impossible since you guys only had each other...
Many thoughts were running through his head as he tried to fall asleep the night that you left. But the endless nagging thoughts of why '(didn't you)'s, kept him up the entire night.
He held onto the hope that maybe you just forgot to tell him. Trying his best to be optimistic. Giving you the benefit of the doubt.
Maybe you, his best friend since childhood, could forget such an important thing. So he waited for a text from you, maybe to apologize for forgetting to tell him.
He waited for 1 day to pass because he didn't know what time you would land.
But it never came. The message never came.
He felt like a fucking fool.
Was everything a lie? Did all the times spent together mean nothing to you?
You wouldn't even dare hurt a fly, and yet you decided to hurt him.
He wanted so badly to hate you.
But he couldn't...
You were everything to him.
You were his first friend when no one wanted to be.
You were the first person who protected him from the bullies in high school.
You were the first person he cried in front of(other than his parents).
You were the first person who willingly listened to his troubles.
But most importantly, you were his first love.
With uncertainty about your return, or if you would return at all, Gyu decided to let go of this unrequited love. He deserved more.
With just a week remaining before your departure to the States for your new adventure, you still hadn't filled Gyu in, uncertain of his reaction. You squeezed in as many hangout sessions as possible during that final week, leading him to believe you'd be sticking around in Korea indefinitely. However, when departure day arrived, you found it impossible to break the news to him. Opting instead to leave without a word, aware that seeing him might cause you to second-guess your choice.
You decided to tell his brother instead in case Gyu went to your house and found out that you were not there.
When you landed, you wanted so badly to text Gyu, apologizing for not telling him sooner. But you were afraid that it would just end up in a conversation saying things you both don't mean. You texted your family though, that you had landed safely, thinking that somehow the news would travel to your best friend's home.
It was pretty hard. Being in a whole new environment. Trying to make new friends. You just wanted to talk to your best friend and update him about everything. But after what went down, you thought that he would never want to speak with you ever again.
Hell, even you wouldn't want to speak to you.
He deserved so much better and you knew that.
You would occasionally call your family whenever you had time, finding out how everyone was doing but most importantly how your best friend was.
At this point could you still call him your best friend?
It's been roughly two years since you last had a decent chat with him. 2 years is a long time. People can change.
Luckily, your time in the States was coming to an end and you were going to head back home in a few days. Sure, you would've preferred to stick around a bit longer, but it's been tough. Sometimes you find yourself crying alone at night, longing for someone to comfort you. And you missed that feeling. You missed Gyu more than you thought you would.
You don't know what to call it, maybe fate if you will. It was like he heard your cries. You told your family when you would come back and you told them to not tell Gyu so that you could surprise him.
But here you were, the one who got surprised instead.
You came out of the taxi, lugging your luggage behind you. And as you were about to walk towards your house, you saw a man with a black mullet. Wearing black knee-high shorts and a matching outer layer, with a relaxed white dress shirt. A tie casually hangs around his neck, adding a touch of style, while he completes the ensemble with a pair of cool black boots.
You thought his fashion sense was incredible but a bit too much to be walking around casually without gaining any attention.
But to you, he looked sad.
It was not until you saw that he was walking towards your neighbor's house.
Then it struck you.
"Gyu?" you called out.
Gyu who at the same time was lost in his train of thought, heard someone call his name.
It sounded like you, but it couldn't be, right?
With that, he turned around to see who it was, and he almost broke out in tears.
After two years of silence, two years without a word from you, here you were finally, a few steps away from him. Without any hesitation, he rushed over and enveloped you in a tight hug, which you returned just as warmly.
He was bawling his eyes out while hugging you tight. It seemed like all the feelings he'd kept pent up for the past two years were pouring out in that embrace.
You were caught off guard; you thought Gyu would be furious at you for not telling him about leaving. But here he was, sobbing in your arms. He held onto you, never wanting to let go again.
You just stood there, letting him get it all out, giving him some pats on the back to help him calm down.
When you felt he'd eased up a bit, you took a look at him. He seemed to have lost weight, his face a bit more sunken since the last time you saw him. But he was still as beautiful. You also couldn't miss the new addition—a lip ring. You weren't sure if it was real or just for style, but you liked it.
"Hi, Gyu."you called out his name softly.
"Hi Y/N" while still sniffling.
"Wanna come over and talk about why you cried when you saw me?" he just gave you a nod and lugged your luggage to your house.
"So... wanna talk about it?" you said as you plopped down on your couch.
It was a moment before Gyu broke his silence.
"Why..." he stuttered
"Why what?" you asked.
"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving two years ago?" His voice sounded hurt.
"I couldn't bring myself to."
"I wanted to see you on the day that I was leaving. But I knew if I did, I may not have even gone for my flight...that's how much you affected me Gyu."
"Why didn't you text me then?"
"I was afraid…"
"Afraid of what?"
"Afraid that our conversation would end badly. You know, saying stuff we didn't mean and all. And I worried you'd end up hating me so much that you wouldn't even want to see me again when I got back," you admitted casually, eyes focused on your hands.
"I could never hate you. I wanted so badly to, cause you don't know how much you hurt me when I had to find out through my brother that you left. You told him and not me, your best friend."
"I seriously started questioning everything, you know? Wondering if all those times we spent together meant nothing to you. Whether we were even real best friends, to begin with," Gyu admitted while his voice tinged with uncertainty.
"Gyu, come on, you know you're my best friend," you said casually. "I messed up by not being around for those two years, and I know a bunch of apologies won't make it right. But I'm here now, and I'm sticking around," you added, a hint of determination in your tone.
What if you went back on your word and disappointed him again? He couldn't bear to go through that again. He couldn’t trust you like he did before.
He sighed in defeat.
"Maybe it wouldn't sting so much if..." He trailed off, his voice faltering.
"If I didn't have feelings for you” he finally admitted, his voice softer now.
Now it was your turn to go silent.
"I've tried to deny it, to push those feelings away. But every time, it just hits me harder," he continued, his voice tinged with vulnerability.
"Everything you did affected me, even when you weren't around. I realized you were my emotional anchor," he confessed.
"I lost myself during those two years without you. Drowning my sorrows in alcohol, trying to forget. It got so bad that I'd wake up in the hospital with no memory of the day before. I wanted to give up," he admitted, the pain evident in his words.
Tears began to well up as his words hit you like a punch to the gut. You never imagined that leaving without a word would cause him this much pain.
Regret flooded over you, knowing you had hurt him deeply.
He didn't deserve it; he deserved better, and you knew it all too well.
He was the kindest, most genuine person you'd ever known.
Yet, you had hurt him in the cruelest way possible.
Gyu noticed your tears and immediately regretted causing you any pain. He gently reached out, cupping your face in his hands, his gaze locking with yours as he wiped away the tears that stained your cheeks. Seeing you cry saddened him deeply.
"Why are you crying?" he asked softly, his concern evident in his voice.
"I didn't know," you repeated, your voice trembling with emotion. "I didn't realize the extent of your pain, Gyu. I never meant to hurt you like this. I'm truly, deeply sorry."
He pulled you into a tight embrace, wrapping his arms around you protectively. His familiar scent enveloped you, You had missed him more than words could express.
Gyu's arms remained wrapped around you, his touch a soothing balm against the turmoil raging within you.
"Shh, it's okay," he whispered, his voice gentle and reassuring.
Your tears kept flowing.
"I just wish I could rewind time," you sighed, feeling the weight of guilt on your shoulders.
Gyu's response was immediate, his grip tightening around you as if to anchor you to the present.
"You can't change the past," he said softly, "but we can move forward from here. Together."
"And, no more secrets, alright?" Gyu said, his voice carrying a mix of determination and vulnerability. "I don't think I could handle waking up one day and realizing you've disappeared from my life again." you nodded in response.
At that moment, it hit you hard: Gyu had not only shared his pain but also confessed his feelings for you, a revelation you hadn't addressed. With the promise of no more secrets hanging between you, decided to tell him about yours too.
"Gyu.. you know to tell you the truth since you said no more secrecy... during my time when I was in the States, all I ever wanted to do was talk to you. How could I not? You are my best friend and I wanted to tell you everything."
"It was killing me, not texting you I mean. I wanted to let you know how I was doing, hoping you were doing fine, which I found out already that you were not doing so well. And sometimes, I would cry myself to sleep, because it got so lonely over there."
"I mean I made friends, but I've never met anyone like you. I've missed you so much Gyu. More than I ever thought I would. And maybe more than a best friend should."
"Sometimes, I wished you were there together with me, beside me. Hanging out together, to clear my mind when school got too much to handle. Go to the movies together like we used to here. I missed you so much that every time I thought of you, it felt like my heart was going to explode."
"I had thoughts like, oh maybe he forgot about me already and has met someone else who is good for him. Since you deserve the world Gyu. And sometimes when I would call my family, I wished that you would suddenly pop up on my screen even though I didn't contact you first."
"Maybe if I did things differently, we wouldn't have been in so much pain..."
"But what I'm trying to say, is that Gyu, I've liked you for a while too, but I guess I didn't realize it until it was too late."
"I'm sure that things can never be the same again but,"
But before any more words could escape your lips, Gyu's hand gently cupped your cheek, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you.
The coldness of the lip ring that he had on, brushed against your lips and you couldn't help but play with it. Tugging at his lips in between the kiss. You were teasing him.
God he looked so hot with that fucking lip ring, you hoped that it was real.
Gyu couldn't help but smile during the kiss. Seeing how you were tugging at his lips, he could tell that you loved the lip ring. This was all he ever wanted. You in his arms.
God did you look so hot right now. He wanted to mess you up even more.
Without a second thought, he lifted you in his arms and carried you to your bed.
And here you were now under him, something you didn't think would happen right after you came back.
He placed gentle kisses down your neck which got you even more hot than you already felt, and that was it, you couldn't hold back anymore.
"Please Gyu, I need you." that was all it took.
He quickly tossed your shirt off to the floor, leaving you in only your bra. You could feel his stares, taking in every inch of your perfect body, but then tossing your bra to the side as well.
Your cheeks were now flushed in embarrassment as no one had seen you naked before. You were about to cover your face so that Gyu, wouldn't have been able to see how red you were, but he caught your hands.
"Don't cover your pretty face, I want to see it."
With that he lowers himself, leaving trails of kisses until he reaches your nipples. Licking and sucking at it. The way his tongue moved, playing with your nipples. You could feel a sudden wetness forming down there.
God, what did it for you was the feeling of the lip ring, the metal cold object pulling at your nips was the last straw, and Gyu saw that too.
With his free hand, he went down to your entrance, moving your panty aside, discovering your very wet hole. He played with your opening for a while, rubbing his finger against it while you buckled your hips forward.
It took him no time to slide down until his face was right at your entrance.
Before you could even say no, his tongue was licking your very wet hole.
You were fucking his face. Buckling your hips forward, while his hands were on your thighs, holding them in place.
"Fuck Gyu, I'm close"
"Cum for me darling."
You didn't want to cum on his pretty face but you couldn't hold back. You came. And he drank all your juices up.
He then came up to look at you, with eyes in a daze from what just happened. You could still see your cum on him. He looked so fucking hot. With that, you pulled him down to your bed, wrapping your hands around his neck, looking at him now. And uttered:
"Never ever take that damn lip ring off."
"Anything for you my lady"
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Hello.
Can I please request something for lord Debling. He finds a wife who also wants a practical marriage, she was in love once but had her heart broken so now she's just looking for practicality as she doesn't want to be feel that pain again. Once married they make a deal that once she is definitely pregnant, that he can leave on his 3 year expedition and even add the lost time that it took to get pregnant as he was supposed to leave right after the wedding (like in the show). But he comes back after a month cause he missed her and realized he might be in love. She's still sceptical but with the birth of their son things might change her heart .
Just really fluffy and tooth roting sweet.
Debling really deserves more love I felt so bad for him in the show 😢
I Fell in Love
Lord Debling x f/Reader
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Requested by anonymous. I hope you like it. I agree, he most certainly deserves more love than he got on the show.
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I knew this marriage to Lord Debling was a good match for him and I.
We both were looking for a practical marriage, as he wished to travel and I wished to stay home with the children.
When he proposed to me, I knew that he would be the husband for me, as I was not looking for love.
I thought I found love when I was first looking for a husband. I fell in love with someone whom I grew up with.
Our mothers would talk about our wedding, and how we would have such beautiful babies, and that we were meant to be.
I still remember hearing his mother's words clear as day. "Falling in love is the greatest gift of all."
I completely agreed with her until he came over to tell me that he was breaking off our engagement.
I was left shattered as he told me he had found someone else to marry. By the look on his face and how he talked about her, I knew that he was in love.
He walked out of my home and my life, married her, and now lives not far from me.
I had to watch them be as happy as I thought him and I once were, and the moment I found out she was with child, well, I shut down.
My cousin Penelope is the one who brought my attention to Lord Debling.
At her wedding to Colin Bridgerton, I was sitting at the table by myself, not interested in standing off to the side with the other single woman, or standing there with my mother and her sister, my aunt Portia Featherington as they gossiped.
As Penelope sat down next to me, I gave her a fake smile, but she could always see right through me. She placed a gentle hand atop of mine and squeezed my hand.
"I know of one man, if you are interested." I cut her off, "I am not looking for love right now, Penelope."
"He isn't either. You must have heard of Lord Debling."
"I have."
She told me all about him. How he wanted to travel, and that after his wedding, he will be gone for three years. That his wife will be at home, tending to her duties.
"I will meet him for you, dear cousin."
Penelope smiled and clapped her hands, drawing attention to the two of us. As she basked in the attention, I tried to hide away, as I was sick of the pitying looks I got.
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Lord Debling and I met, and he told me what he what he was looking for in a wife.
"By no means am I looking for love. I just wish to have a friend to come home too," and that sealed the deal for me.
He courted me only for a short time, and my marriage to him is happening tomorrow. I am happy that I will not grow old alone and just like he wanted, I am glad to have found a friend along the way.
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Her and I were dancing, all eyes on the two of us, and she gave me a soft smile as she looked at me. I gave her a soft one back.
"I shall leave once you are with child." I told her.
"But your trip, my Lord."
"Please call me Alfred. We are married now."
"Well, Alfred, your trip."
"I will go once you are with child, and if you do not mind me adding on how many months it will take for you to be child."
"I do not mind at all, but I do not wish for you to hate me because you are postponing your trip."
I stopped the two of us dancing, and I stared her right in her eyes.
"Nothing you could ever do shall make me hate you."
I was very serious about that.
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Seven months.
That is how long it took her to be with child.
During that time, we got to know each other better than I thought we would. I leaned her hobbies, her favourite books, what made her happy.
Once I found out what her favourite flower was, I made sure to have a fresh bouquet brought to her bedchamber once a week.
It always warmed my heart to see her smelling the flowers. How her eyes seemed to light up when she would thank me for them.
Even though I have no interest in decorating our Manor, she made sure to include my input in each room. "You live here too, Alfred, even though you will be gone for three years. This is still your home."
I never thought of it like that. I just didn't care how my home was decorated, but she took great pride in it.
As each room was completed, she would show me, and I was stunned at how she did make sure to include what I would mention.
It didn't matter if it was the colour of the furniture, a painting I mentioned I wanted hung up in said room, or just a piece of furniture. It was there.
I did not realise it at the time that I was slowly falling in love with the woman whom I had married.
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She was standing next to me, as I was leaving in a few moments. I placed my hands on the small bump, wondering what our child would look like.
"You come back to me, Alfred." She softly said.
"Nothing will keep me from you and our little one."
I cupped her cheek, and her head turned to kiss my gloved palm.
I kissed her forehead, and I could see the sadness in her eyes as she closed them. It looked like she was fighting back tears.
"It is time, my Lord." I toon a step away from her, my hands leaving her her body, and her own hands went on her stomach.
I got in the carriage, fighting the urge to look out the window, as I knew I would stop and go back to her, making up some excuse about not wanting to be away from her.
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I have been gone for only three weeks, and I wake up every morning thinking about her. If she liked the flowers that are still placed in her room.
If she has enjoyed the gifts that I have sent home, or if she has got them yet.
If she has kept busy without me there.
If she misses me like I miss her.
The last thought made my stomach twist, and I pushed that feeling back, thinking about this trip I am on. This adventure I have waited so long for.
But I knew my heart wasn't in it anymore.
And I fought with myself each and every day until I finally declared that I was going home.
That I needed to be with my wife and unborn child.
I had to tell her that I have fallen in love with her.
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My staff were stunned to see me come running up the front steps in the middle of the night. I had a rider go ahead and warn them I was coming.
"Lord Debling, we were not expecting you. Is everything all right?" My friend and butler, Jonathan said to me, as I looked around my front foyer.
"I must see my wife."
"Lady Debling is fast asleep." He said as I ran up the stairs, on my way to her room.
"I must see her." I became almost frantic the closer I got to her door.
Just as I was about to knock on the door, it opened, and there she was, tired and angry at all the commotion. She was about to ask what was going on when she saw me standing in front of her.
She looked me up and down. "Alfred?"
She reached out to touch me to see if I was really here or a figment of her imagination, "I am really here."
"Why are you home? Is everything okay? Did something happen?" The questions were just flying from her lips.
"I would like to be alone with my wife." Our staff left us alone as I walked into her bedchamber, and she closed the door behind her.
"Alfred."
"I am okay, I just needed to come home to you."
"Alfred, I am okay. The baby is okay. I am due any day now." She said as she sat on the edge of her bed, and I sat down next to her.
"I know, but while I was away, I couldn't fight my feelings anymore."
"Feelings?"
"Before I left, I was falling in love with you."
"This is not how this marriage is." She stood up, her hand on her lower back as she walked to be closer to the fire.
"I know, and at first I was happy just to have a friend to come home too, but I got to know you, really know you, and even though I tried to fight it, I fell for you."
"I have been in love before, and he broke my heart, and my soul." I got up and grasped her hands in mine.
"I know, and I promise to never do that to you."
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I placed her hand over my heart. "Do you feel that? My heart only beats for you. I am not asking for you to tell me you love me right now, but I want you to know that I love you, and no other person with ever take me away from you, my Lady Debling."
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"Shhhh, my little Theodore. You are safe now." I looked down at our baby, who was cooing at me. She was in labouring far longer than I knew a woman could be in labour for.
She was being tended to by the midwives and the doctor. I refused to leave her side, but when she screamed for me to get out, I listened to her.
When her water broke, I called on her cousin Penelope to come and be with her, knowing she would not want me in the room with her.
Colin came, and him and I have long put aside our animosity towards one another.
Once Penelope came out, carrying little Theodore, Colin congratulated me. "How is she?" I asked Penelope.
"She is doing well. She is being cleaned up, and then you will be called upon."
The both of them left, as I sat there waiting to be allowed in to see my wife.
Once I was allowed in, I placed Theodore on her chest, and she kissed the top of his head, his hair colour matching hers.
"He is just perfect, darling. I am so proud of you." I kissed the top of her forehead, and she looked up at me and gave me a tired smile.
"Alfred, I should have told you this before, but I love you."
I kissed her with as much passion as I could muster.
"I love you forever and always, my darling lady."
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Indisposed (Noah Sebastian fanfiction) chapter four
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chapter four
The next look he gives me looks like it’s made of pure adoration and affection, yet there is so much lust and warmth in them too. `I want you,´ he whispers, leaning in for another kiss. `I want you so bad,´ he mumbles against my lips after kissing them again.
`Then please take me,´ I whisper back, before kissing him warm and deeply. Noah pushes me back on my back again on my bed, and I run my fingers through his soft hair.
`Gladly,´ he says against my lips again. And as my fingers keep running through his hair, he groans softly at the action. By the way I touch him and he returns it alone, I can feel that I’m already way into deep for him and all the sensations we are creating-he is slowly carving his way through my heart with every movement he makes.
Should I be afraid? Afraid if he’ll stay or not after this moment will be over? And if he won’t stay, how will I be able to fill it up by myself again?
I shut my way too racing and worrying mind off, and snap out of it already when Noah slips his hands to my damp era again, making me slightly groan as well.
`I want you so bad,´ he whispers, and God, his words alone send shivers down my spine. He nuzzles his face in my neck again, just like he did earlier this night on the dancefloor, making me shut my eyelids and enjoy every kiss he plants on my sensitive skin there. He knows what he is doing so well, so goddamn well. He makes sure to give every corner of my neck the attention it needs, and he then places his mouth near my ear so he can whisper the words I have been secretly fantasizing about: `I need you… I want you… Now…´
`Please,´ I whimper in response, and that makes his breathing become even heavier by hearing my words. And then finally, Noah stops using his hands, and replaces it by his own length. I gasp when he teases me at first, making him grin cockily, and before I can respond to that he enters me, making me moan out of surprise and pleasure.
Noah bites his lip as response to my sound. `You feel so good…´
I nod while biting my own lip as well, almost unable to speak back because of the overwhelming pleasure. And when he starts moving, it’s like I almost see stars-he just feels way too good in me. He keeps eye contact while he moves, and he groans loudly when his movements become a bit more rougher. And hearing him groan, him keeping his eyes locked with mine, is almost too much for me to handle. My jaw falls wide wide open as I arch my back a little when he begins to hit the right spot. `Fuck,´ I can’t help but moan. `Mhm.´
`Fuck, that feels good, yeah,´ he moans back, and picks up the pace even more, grabbing my hips, slightly squeezing them.
`Noah,´ I call out his name with a gasp, `you’re so good to me. So good.´
It seems like my words and pants make him groan even more as he goes even faster. `You’re so tight,´ he groans, `so fucking hot.´
His words… His words are so incredibly hot to me, I absolutely love it when someone talks to me during sex. I close my eyes, letting my hands run through my long hair and holding one of his shoulders after. `You… you feel so good in me,´ I gasp.
`And I love being inside you, he moans into my ear, before biting his lip in response to his own words.
`Noah,´ I whimper in response to his words. They sound so heavenly to me, just like his movements. `I’m so fucking close, I swear.´
`Oh, are you?´he manages to ask, just before having to groan again.
`Yes, I am,´ I moan.
When he hears me moan, it makes him smile in pleasure, as he keeps making the same sounds and groans as well, and as he moves I know he can tell I’m almost there. And indeed, his moans, words, movements and then his goddamn smirk makes me collapse. While I come around him, I tighten around him, moaning his name over and over again.
Noah bites his lip hard to stay focused and try to hold out, I can tell. `Fuck, doll,´ he moans, trying to hold on in as best he can.
`Come for me,´ I whisper while I place my hand on his cheek. `You can pull out and come for me.´
`Oh…,´ he moans, `You…sure?´
`Of course. Your pleasure is as equally important as mine,´ I smile at him, and smirk after. `If you want to, I can even help you hit it faster for you…´
He hisses, nodding. `Yes…´ he moans, ´please help me…´
`Of course,´ I smirk. Hearing him beg for me, for my touch makes me feel so good and dominant. So when he pulls out, I grab his erected length again, moving my hand up and down again while looking at him through my lashes. Noah’s mouth falls wide open, his hair now slightly damp because of our sweaty adventure and movements. He also looks at me with amazement in his eyes, trying to focus on trying to keep his breathing in control.
`Oh… oh, wow,´ he groans.
`You like that, don’t you?´ I grin, tilting my head. Not gonna lie, making him crumble underneath my touch makes me feel hot myself again, so I slide my free hand to my own damp era to rub it slightly.
He looks at me with such admiration as he nods at me. `Oh, I love it…´ he moans, being unbelievably sensitive to my touch.
`That’s how I like to hear it,´ I smirk, making me quicken both the pace from my hand around his length and the other hand on my own era. I bite my lip before a moan escapes from my own mouth.
`Yeah?´ he asks, out of breath. `Keep doing that… Keep doing that movement.´
`This?´ I innocently ask, while moving my hand even faster. `How about I do this as well?´ I ask him, slowly gazing my tongue up and down his length.
A gasp escapes from his mouth when he feels my tongue touch him. `Oh fuck,´ he groans. He can’t even seem to respond to my question properly yet, looking like he’s so overwhelmed with my teasing touch.
And Jesus Christ, this is hotter than any fantasy I ever had, so I rub my own era even faster because of the sweaty sight of him and the hot sounds leaving his mouth. I almost come again, and when I add one more wet kiss on his length, I can see that Noah is close to coming himself as well.
`Oh, please…´ he moans, almost unable to even complete a whole sentence anymore as his breathing gets harsher and harsher, and his eyes squeeze together a bit more tightly.
`Come for me, Noah,´ I whisper, trying to hold mine back just a little more, hoping we can both reach the finish together.
`Yes… yes,´ he almost chants, as I see his body tighten, a sign that he is very close. And when I see that, I almost cry out when my own orgasm hits me, looking at him the whole time, which makes him finally collapse as well. He moans my name when his climax hits him.
I breathe out with a sly smile, feeling good about me being able to hit his climax for him so intensely. We both fall back on our backs on the mattress, trying to catch our breath.
He looks over at me with a smile that’s so purely out of pleasure, and takes my hand to squeeze it. He then intertwines his fingers with mine as he keeps lying next to me. My heart feels full with pleasure, butterflies and sudden love for his man, so I squeeze his hand back, also smiling at him. We just look at our intertwined hands in silence, but it’s a comfortable silence. The fact that the room is quite quiet and that the only thing that can be heard is the sound of our breathing, and the sound of our fingers slowly rubbing over each other’s hands-it actually gives something beautiful and romantic, yet also just… peaceful. It’s almost as if time just doesn’t exist right now.
Noah slowly turns to look at me better, and so he can lift his hand to my face to gently caress my cheek. My heart jumps because of it, and he smiles as he gently cups my cheek, looking down at my lips for a moment before softly and slowly tracing his thumb over my bottom lip. I almost close my eyes when he does that, his hand feeling soft and safe to me. I am overwhelmed with the sudden sensation and lovely touch I get from him, a side he has not really shown before. But I enjoy every second of it.
Because of the way I react to his touch, he again gently brushes his thumb over my bottom lip again, and he just does it again, and again, and again. As if he can’t seem to get enough of being able to touch me, just like I can’t. My eyes now fully close, sighing deeply through my nose out of happiness and blissfulness. I smile when I feel him trace every inch of my face, as he wants to take in everything. It creates a warm fuzzy feeling inside of me, that makes me feel like I never want him to stop doing this.
I never quite felt like this before, so peacefully and at ease-especially after having sex with someone. I am so used to it being rushed after (especially when it’s a one night stand,) towards an end, but Noah takes his time to touch so much more than my body-he is also able to touch my heart and soul with his sweet smile, and the way he looks at me while brushing my face with his fingers, like I am his own personal painting. His thumb traces the lines of each of my features that he can see to the fullest.
I feel very much adored and appreciated by his touch, so much that it almost gets me feeling a little shy. So with a small giggle I open my eyes again, asking teasingly: `Is my face that special?´
Noah smiles widely when I ask him that, and laughs a little himself, looking at his own hand still gently touching all over my face. `Yes… Yes, you are that special,´ he sighs. `You’re so… beautiful… That’s almost… almost as if…´
He doesn’t finish his sentence, and I am curious about what he has to say. `Almost if what?´ I ask him, and I tuck a little bit of his own hair behind his ear.
When he hears that question, it’s almost as if he snaps out of some kind of trance he was in. He clears his throat, and continues speaking. `As if I would get lost in every line of your face for all of eternity,´ he whispers, `and still be able to keep finding new things… A new line, a new texture, a new little freckle…´
I can feel my eyes lit up, being touched by his words. This is a side of him I just now get to know, a very gentle and tender side… And I feel very touched by it, because I know Noah doesn’t easily open up to people, and when he does, there has to be very much trust in someone. So, I can’t help but feel somewhat honored, and like he calls me himself… special.
`I… I have to admit, you leave me a bit speechless right now, Sebastian,´ I say, calling him by his last name again as I always do when I usually tease him. Maybe that’s because I am so used to us two just teasing each other, or feeling around, flirting… This is a side I have to get used to. A side I don’t mind getting used to, because it’s so real, raw, different and vulnerable-and I hope I will see it more often of him, in whatever way that may be.
When he hears me call him by his last name again makes him softly smile and laugh, and he looks me in the eye while his hand is still touching my face, still running his thumb over my skin again.
`I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without words,´ he chuckles a bit. `I’d say that’s quite an achievement…´
`Oh shut up,´ I laugh, hitting his shoulder with my fist, but tracing his arms with my fingers after. I can feel that it gives him goosebumps, so I smirk a little. When he notices the reaction to my touch being exposed, he smirks a little himself.
`Ha,´ he laughs while shaking his head, `you’re just so damn cute…´
`Hmm… Well, you are actually quite cute yourself,´ I say, squeezing his cheeks, laughing. `And I think you have to get used to getting called that, am I right?´ I tease. `Cause, what is that what fans usually call you on social media? ‘Daddy’? ‘Noah-so freaking hot-Sebastian?´
With every word and joke I laugh even more, almost rolling over because of it, the alcohol clearly still being in my veins a bit. How sweet he may be right now, I will always love to tease him.
It makes Noah giggle a little when he pretends to pout, and lifts his arm to tickle my waist. `Hmm… Okay, that’s it,´ he whispers teasingly, as he lets his fingers travel to my belly and waist, tickling them ever so slightly.
`Noah! No! That’s unfair,´ I cry out with laughter, trying not to kick him with my feet as I try to escape from his tickles and grip.
`How is it unfair?´ he laughs, and his fingers keep tickling my stomach as he now presses his fingertips into my skin a bit deeper, but in a gentle way still.
`I… think it’s pretty fair that I just got you back a little for all the teasing you do to me, don’t you think? Hm?´ he says, as he lets a soft smile spread across his face.
I giggle in response, and in a fast movement I can get out of his grip, so I can climb and sit on top of his body with a smirk. I also grab both of his arms, holding them above his head. `Ha-ha, I won,´ I grin with a wink.
He looks at me in awe and surprise when I’m able to do a quick escape move. Seeing me suddenly on top of him, straddling his hips with his arms pinned above his head and looking down at him, makes his jaw fall a little open as he looks back at me with a look that shows that he’s truly surprised that I could pull this off, which makes me grin even bigger. I love it when men underestimate me. `Jesus,´ he whispers.
`Jesus? Yeah, I think we might need him,´ I try to say with a serious face, but burst out of giggles after.
Noah laughs a little as I say that, before he lets out a deep sigh, as I still have his arms pinned above his head.
`You’re not gonna let them go now…? Hm…?´ he says, as he looks at me with a smirk.
`Nah… I actually quite like what I’m seeing right now, you underneath me like this,´ I smirk a bit evilly.
He slowly raises an eyebrow as a mischievous smile starts to spread across his face. `Hmm… You do?´ he says, before slowly starting to try and pull his arms out of my grip.
`I do,´ I whisper, when I lean my mouth towards his ears. He just keeps pulling his arms with a bit more force now, clearly wanting to get free.
`Fine, fine,´ I mumble, letting go of his arms, and then placing my own on my hips after, my naked body still sitting on top of him. `And now what, hm?´
He slowly pulls his hands back a little, and looks up at me with a sly face as I sit on top of him like this. `Ah, much better,´ he smirks, `I like to be able to touch you,´ he whispers mischievously, as he very slowly slides his hands over my skin, from my waist to my thighs.
`Ah, that’s what this is about,´ I chuckle, grabbing both his hands, placing them on my breasts and making them squeeze them. His eyes go a little wide as I do that, and just for a second he looks a little stunned, before he slowly lets a smile spread across his face yet again.
`Hmm,´ he hums softly, and I begin to sit up a little, so I can take up his length and let it enter me slowly. I hiss because of the contact, but keep eye contact with him.
`Is this what you wanted, hm?´
Noah’s eyes are fully focused on me as I make the movement, and his jaw drops slightly while his head falls to the pillow behind him. `Oh… God…´ he moans softly.
`Thought so,´ I smirk and I slowly begin to move my hips back and forth, my hands on his chest.
`Oh God,´ he moans again when his jaw drops wider, and his eyes fully close as he seems overwhelmed by all the sensations I create inside of him.
`You feel so good inside of me,´ I groan when I begin to move even faster, getting lost in him and the moment.
`Ah… You’re so…´ he moans, not finishing his sentence, and everytime he does something like this it always makes me so incredibly curious about what he wants to say, but in this moment I also feel very powerful, making him unable to speak properly because of my movements.
`So what?´ I smirk, my mouth slightly parted to keep my breath as steady as possible, my hips still moving fast, the sound of our skin slapping against each other filling the room around us.
`So… perfect…´ he whispers with his eyes closed, and we’re both getting lost in the rhythm of our breathing and my hips. `So perfect,´ he whispers again.
I let out a couple of loud moans when I let him hit my spot again when he begins to move his hips as well, making me pick up the pace even faster on top of him, my breath speeding up as well. `Oh Noah,´ I whimper with a hoarse voice, `you’re so good to me. So good.´
His eyes flutter open as I let out those moans, and he lifts his own hips a little, trying to get even deeper inside of me. `Yeah?´ he whispers back. `You like that?´
`So much,´ I cry out of pleasure. `I like every inch of your length inside of me. Every bit,´ I moan, letting my thoughts and feelings of pleasure slip over my tongue just like that.
`Ugh, baby…´ he moans yet again, as he lifts himself up again and presses his upper body against mine, now looking at me up close, and the way I’m completely gotten lost in this. `You’re so hot…´
Him calling me baby makes me completely lose it inside, so I wrap my arms around his neck, so he can bury his head in my chest while he kisses them. Dear God, this truly is the hottest, most insane and intense sex I have ever had, no lie. And I can’t get enough of it, of him, of every inch and touch of him. His sweet, tender and passionate kisses get more intense, as his lips start to explore my skin more and more, his tongue starting to join.
`Oh God,´ I moan out loudly, making my head fall back on my shoulders. As he hears me moan, he begins to let his own loud moans out as well against my skin, as he keeps pressing his lips against it.
`I’m so close, baby, so close,´ I say out of breath, as I pick up my pace even more with my hips as much as I possibly can.
He lifts his fingers to brush some of my hair off my face that has fallen in my sight. `Yeah?´ he breathes heavily, `Yeah?´ he repeats, now moaning as his fingers softly grip the back of my hair, but his eyes are so incredibly intense and focused on me.
I return his intense stare, even though it does make me blush deeply. `Yeah,´ I breathe out to answer him, moving my hips a little deeper.
Noah keeps looking at me while his fingers in my hair tighten their grip a little more. `Oh… Oh baby,´ he whispers in a moan, as he lifts his own hips up against mine.
`Oh! Oh fuck,´ I curse with a loud moan when I feel myself tighten around him, hitting my climax. I pant and still grind my hips a little when I come, and let my head fall on his shoulders when I’m done.
His body shivers with mine, and sends him over the edge as well when I come. He presses his hips firmly against me while he hits his own climax, and holds me close while he gently presses his own sweet, tender yet intense kisses on my neck, my shoulder, and my chest. I sigh out of pleasure and satisfaction while I feel his kisses all over my skin.
Noah keeps pressing his lips against it, as his breathing slowly starts to become less heavy and more stable again, just like mine. The feeling of his lupus against my skin stays gentle, and he lifts his head to look at me when my head is still on his shoulder.
`That… Yeah that was fucking insane,´ I breathe out with a little laugh as I climb off him and lay down next to him after, rolling on my side so I can still face him, leaning my face on my hands underneath my face.
Noah can’t help but let a little giggle escape as I lay down next to him, and he turns on his own side to face me as well. He looks into my eyes and softly smiles as he softly whispers: `I… I agree.´
Now it’s my turn to let my hand and thumb explore his face, taking in every inch of it. He presses his face against my hand, letting him softly brush my thumb over his features, all while he looks deeply into my eyes.
I truly do not know how to get over this moment, nor how to forget it-because I don’t want to, I can’t. I know that after we shared this intense and deeply intimate moment with each other, there is no turning back to normal anymore for me and Noah. And maybe… maybe I don’t even want to, and I know that’s bad. I can’t imagine him not ever touching me like this again-I don’t want it to ever stop. I can’t imagine never hearing our moans filling both our ears again, his hot voice whispering my darkest and dirtiest fantasies making them come alive, our eyes locked in the most intense and loving way…
I can’t say goodbye to that. I truly don’t want to. But in a few hours the sun will rise again, Noah and the rest of the band have to play a show in the evening again, and I have to be their make-up and dressing assistant again. And then what? We have to behave normally again, like nothing ever happened? And also around the rest of the band and crew? I wonder how Noah looks at this, but I am also a little scared to find out, not wanting to let this magical moment end anytime soon, even though I know it has to.
Noah keeps softly smiling at me as I still explore his features with my hand, and lifts a hand to gently brush over my neck until it reaches my chin to lift my face up so gently, so my eyes match his again. That totally does not make anything even harder for me, or something. His eyes look over my eyes for a moment, drinking me in before he speaks. I can’t help but feel completely hypnotized by his dark eyes.
`Listen…´ he breathes out, as he slowly tucks a few strands of hair behind my ear. `I… I really enjoy being with you… And this… This was so beautiful, nice… and hot… Truly.´ He deeply breathes out again.
´But…´ he whimpers with a small sigh, and there it goes-the pang in my stomach filled with a little fear.
`But…?´
`But…´ he whimpers again, still looking at me with this warm, tender, yet conflicted and sad look. `There’s a small problem,´ he whispers softly, as he gently brushes a thumb over my cheek.
`I know. My job. My position, me being your assistant and all,´ I sigh. His head sinks a little as I bring this up, and he lets out a small sigh as he leans closer.
`Yeah… exactly,´ he whispers softly. `I really… really care about you… and really enjoy company, and this… This was all incredible…´
The look on his face, that soft sad look, is still a conflicted one. I can’t help but turn around, staring at the ceiling for a moment, trying to ignore all my conflicted feelings, the butterflies for Noah, the disappointment and the sudden overwhelming sadness. I mean, I can’t really be surprised by his words right? I know since the moment I leaned into him and we started this, it somehow had to end, it all had to turn back to normal the next day. And it still hurts, more than I expected it to do.
I can hear Noah sigh softly, slowly wrapping his arm around my waist, and I sigh as well, stroking his arm in a warm manner, but pushing him off after. If this has the end either way… It just has to end quickly, I guess, so I can deal with the sadness a little easier. So I get out of bed, grab my bathrobe that’s hanging on the bathroom door, and put it on quickly. I sigh once again, leaning against the door, looking at him through the dark room, only lit a little by the moon shining through the window next to the hotelbed.
`So… this is it, then?´ I softly ask.
Noah sighs as well, and he lifts himself on his elbows to look at me, while the sheets around him partially cover his body.
`I guess so,´ he mumbles, as his jaw slightly clenches, in sadness it seems.
I nod, pressing my lips together, trying to show as little emotions as possible, hoping it somehow will make things easier for us. `Okay.´
`I…I…´ Noah stumbles over his words, seeming to struggle for finding the right ones. `Please…´ he whispers, his voice cracking just a little bit as I can see his eyes twinkle in the darkness with sad emotions. `Please… don’t feel so sad…´
`I don’t. I mean, I do-but I know I shouldn’t. It’s just… I feel a little stupid, even though I know where I was getting into… And I don’t regret it at all, not the slightest, don’t get me wrong. It’s just…´ I shrug, looking over at him with a sad smile. `I did not expect to get so attracted to you, I guess.´
He closes his eyes for a moment, as he listens to me speak. `Yeah, neither did I…´ he whispers softly, opening his eyes again after.
I blink a couple of times, my heart racing by his honest words, basically confirming he feels the same way as I do, but I try to push it away after. Why get my hopes up still for things that can not happen anyway, if it has no point?
So I just nod at him again, and hand him a spare bathrobe that was hanging next to mine when walk to him again. `Here,´ I mumble.
He looks at me with the same conflicted look as I hand it over to him. He gets out of bed, and his eyes don’t leave mine as he slowly puts the bathrobe around himself, and ties it in place. When he is finished, he still stares at me with his body facing me, not being able to stop staring into my sad eyes.
`Oh, and you shouldn’t forget these of course,´ I chuckle, or at least, I try to, so I know my laugh doesn’t sound honest to Noah. I hand him his clothes that were laying on the floor still, unable to look into his eyes again, knowing that that would make this all too much harder for me.
I’m such a fool, such a goddamn fool. To think that I would catch no single feelings for Noah after a one night stand with him, while I’ve been attracted to him since the beginning, while we have been flirting and teasing for so long… And now that we finally had the moment to act on it, it has to end, way too soon for my liking.
Noah looks at the clothes I have handed to him, but doesn’t take them just yet as he walks closer to you. `Listen, please…´ he whispers, as his hand brushes along my arm gently, giving me strength to finally look back at him again.
He takes a deep breath in and out, his chest rising and sinking deeply when he seems to put his thoughts into the right words to say. `Please…´ he whispers softly yet pleadingly, `please don’t think it’s because I don’t want you in my life anymore…´
His fingers gently caress my cheek, and the corners of my mouth twitch. `Noah, don’t worry, I know that’s not the case,´ I sigh, tucking a strand of loose hair behind my ear. `We’ll just… try to sleep in our own rooms again, sleep it all off… and get up with a fresh start in the morning and get you ready for your next performance, right?´ Whenever I try to smile, they keep being sad, I can just feel it.
He looks at me, knowing that he can see through my fake smile. `Yeah…´ he whispers softly, and it looks like he wants to move closer, but changes his mind quickly and just lets his gaze sink instead.
`I think you should go. So we can both catch some sleep for the next show, I mean,´ I gulp, staring at my own feet.
`Yeah… I understand… You’re right,´ he softly says, which is also when he also finally takes his clothes from me.
I look at him, seeing his heartbroken eyes, and feel the same as well. It’s not fair that this has to end this way and go this way. But we both knew this moment would come one way or another, so… I guess we have ourselves to blame.
I slowly walk towards my door to hold it open for Noah when a few minutes of painful silence has passed, knowing that if I won’t open the door for him, he would stay here in silence still-and that’s too painful for me right now. I can see Noah’s jaw clenching as he looks from me to the door, and sighs again with a small, barely visible nod as he slowly makes his way towards the door. I want to hold him back, I want him to stay here and replay the whole night with him-but I know that isn’t smart and we shouldn’t do that. So when he makes his way towards the door, going through it to make his way to his own hotel room again, I try to swallow sudden upcoming tears away. Man, I hate when emotions get involved.
But just as he is out of my room and in the hallway, he stops in his tracks, clearly catching my sounds of me trying to sniff back my tears and emotions. Goddamnit. His head begins to hang low for a few seconds, before he turns around and takes a slow step back into my room. The look on his face is full of pain and heartbreak for me, and I slowly shake my head.
`Noah,´ I whisper, hating that I’m such a mess because of all of this. `It’s okay. I’m just being overdramatic,´ I try to joke, but I fail. `So… it’s okay.´
He stops for a moment, a few feet away from me, and his eyes lock with mine, seeing the tears streaming over my cheeks. Gosh, why do I always have to be such an emotional person? Already saddened and dramatic over something like this?
At my attempt at a joke, he shakes his head instantly. `No, no…´ he whispers, `Don’t-don’t put this on yourself,´ he adds as he closes the door behind him.
`We’re making this way too hard for ourselves,´ I sniff, now unable to hold back my tears, and laugh out of frustration after. `Sorry, I don’t get why I’m crying either.´
Noah shakes his head. `No… No, this is normal…´ he whispers in almost croak in his throat. He seems to finally give up his own restraint, and slowly reaches out and pulls me into him to hug me tightly.
The hug only makes my sniffs worse, but I do accept it. I nuzzle my head into his neck, and my head gets a little red because of embarrassment. `Jesus, I really am a mess, aren’t I?´ I laugh through my tears. `I just… I think it’s just… I have waited for this moment with you for a while… and I didn’t expect it to be over so soon. Stupid, isn’t it?´ I sniff.
He sighs deeply as he feels my tears fall into his chest and holds me in his arms, and his chin gently rests on my forehead as he caresses my back with a tender and soft touch. `Believe me… I feel the same way,´ he croaks again. `I knew that this might end this way… but I guess I was too stupid to be rational… and accept,´ he continues as his chin sinks gently on my shoulder.
`Guess we are both stupid,´ I laugh through my tears.
Noah chuckles as well, painfully, and his head nuzzles gently into the crook of my neck. `Yeah… We’re pretty damned stupid,´ he whispers.
I sigh and let go of him, stroking his cheek with my hand and tucking a strand of loose hair behind his ear after, making him close his eyes for a moment. I give him a sad smile. `You should go, Noah. Believe me, I wish you could stay… but you shouldn’t.´
He nods slowly and sadly at my words. `Yeah,´ he softly says, `you’re right.´ He leans in just a small small bit, only to give me a small, sad little peck on my lips, before he steps back. My heart jumps when he does that, and it gives me butterflies but also sadness all at the same time.
Noah then looks at me one last time, with a small but sad smile, before closing the door behind him.
`Goodnight,´ I whisper to the closed door, and wander through my own hotel room and thoughts after.
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Tell Me Something Nice
Apparently people love some angst occasionally, because I have been asked to write some. And it won't be the last time. This one does feature a heavily injured Nancy.
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Robin stared for a moment. She wasn’t sure what to do. Nancy was the one who took charge. Nancy was the one who knew what to do in these kinds of situations. Robin didn’t. She needed Nancy to tell her what to do.
But Nancy wouldn’t tell her what to do. Not right now. Not as she was bleeding into the cracked wood of the Upside Down Creel house. There was blood everywhere and it was making Robin sick.
“Rob–“ Nancy creaked out.
And that was enough for Robin to come back to herself. She jumped into action, falling down next to Nancy’s body. She took a deep breath. There was blood creeping towards Robin’s knees, and it worried her.
“Okay, Nance, I’m going to get you out of here.” Robin’s hands reached for Nancy, hesitating. She was unsure where to put her hands as to not hurt Nancy. There wasn’t a single spot where she wouldn’t hurt her.
So, she conceded. She pushed her arms under Nancy’s back, picking her up and instantly feeling the blood drip down her hands. Nancy groaned.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I just need to get you out of here. There is no other way,” Robin rambled. She kept talking as she stood up, holding Nancy in her arms. She kept apologizing so she wouldn’t hear the pained noises coming out of Nancy’s mouth.
She hated the sound of it. She hated the feel of it. She hated the worry that squeezed her heart. She couldn’t lose Nancy. She wouldn’t lose Nancy.
“Robin?” Nancy sounded weak. Her voice soft and broken. It pained Robin to hear it.
“Yeah, Nance.”
“Can you… tell me…”
“Tell you what?”
“Anything. Something nice.”
Robin thought about it. She wasn’t sure what she could possibly tell her. Her mind was filled with pain and suffering.
“Please,” Nancy sighed.
“Alright, I’m just thinking about it. It’s hard to think right now.”
Nancy almost smiled. A small little thing. Barely noticeable. But Robin noticed it.
“Would you believe me if I said these past few days were some of the happiest of my life?”
“No,” Nancy replied. Her eyes were hooded.
“Well, it’s true. Before this entire circus I didn’t have any friends. At least no real friends. Instead, I just stared from a distance. At all those people who had friends. At you.”
“No,” Nancy said, trying to shake her head.
“Yes,” Robin disagreed.
“No friends.”
“You had Steve and his braindead friends. And Jonathan. And–“ Robin stopped herself. “Anyway, whether you had friends or not, I still stared at you. You were mesmerizing. And these past few days I finally got to know you. I always thought you were going to be a priss. But you’re not. You’re quite the opposite.”
“Full of… surprises,” Nancy smiled.
“Yeah exactly.” Robin quickened her pace. “Getting to know you was probably the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Nancy’s hand fell down, hanging limp as her eyes finally closed all the way. The smile had gone.
“Nance?”
There was no reaction. The silence merely stretching out around them. Robin had never liked the silence. It was one of the many reasons why she talked as much as she did. When it was to quiet, her mind would start racing and the words would tumble out.
“Nancy?”
Still nothing. Robin started running. There was nothing else to do. She couldn’t be far from the Eddie’s place. Unless she had gotten lost. She hoped she hadn’t gotten lost.
“Nancy? Please, say something. Please, anything. Nance, I can’t lose you. Stay with me. Nancy… I love you.”
She kept talking as she ran to the gate. She kept running until she was able to drop Nancy on the other side. Steve drove her to the hospital. Robin sat in the backseat, stroking Nancy’s hair. She sobbed the whole way to the hospital. She continued crying as she waited for news. Someone had told Karen Wheeler because she cried about as heavily as Robin did when she entered the hospital. Robin wasn’t sure what story they had told her, or the doctors, or anybody.
It had been hours before Karen walked over to Robin.
“She’ll be fine.”
Robin nodded, for once she didn’t have words.
“I heard you saved her life. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you enough for that.”
“You don’t have to thank me.”
Karen smiled. “If you’re up for it, she’d really like to see you.”
“She would?”
“Yes, she asked specifically for you.”
Robin stood up. She took a deep breath and walked towards Nancy’s hospital room.
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♡ halsin x astarion headcanons ♡
Halsin thinks Astarion is utterly beautiful and that's how it begins; through his fascination with a pale elf
and let me say; Halsin is not shy, he will tell Astarion how he feels about him rather quickly, he will be adoring him, showering him compliments and though Astarion may not always show it, he secretly enjoys these
but what Astarion is the most fond of is Halsin's words of devotion, his little assurances that Astarion is cherished and loved
of course he often heard words like these, but it was all a lie, soft words and behind those was lust. But Halsin is not like this, he can't be
Astarion feels good in Halsin's presence. he admires him even, his strong body and he gaze at it unabashed.
sometimes he likes to tease Halsin about his abundant hair (so unusual for an elf), but at the same you can hear a pang of fascination in his voice
Halsin is aware of Astarion troubled past, though Astarion not say much on that matters; Halsin just knows. He can see it, sense it and knows Astarion needs a lot of reassurance, even if he's not communicating it very well
so they play a long game, but Halsin is willing to wait
with kind words and soft touches Astarion slowly opens up, show vulnerability, which is not easy for someone like him
at nights, where there's only them Astarion loves being in Halsin's robust arms, it gives him peace
Halsin caresses his face and he's leaning into his hand like a kitten hungry of affection (which makes halsin's heart melt even more)
sometimes Astarion is snappy, is mean, sometimes he's frustrated and spit his words just to hurt and get a reaction, but Halsin's a true stoic at heart and you can't get him mad like this. he knows Astarion don't want to push him really, he's just scared and lost
Halsin can see through Astarion’s snarky remarks and responding with gentleness (and sometimes sarcasm as well, he can be witty when he wants to)
There is not denying the fact that Halsin is calm and his inner calmness has a soothing affect on Astarion. he slowly learns to accept and live freely
and as for Astarion, he shows his love in small endearing ways I feel
he often surprised Halsin with random kisses, enjoying the simplicity of a kiss being just a kiss
sometimes he sits on Halsin's lap, being in the moment, enjoying his warmth and presence
Halsin allows Astarion to do anything that pleases him basically, he let's Astarion set boundaries in their relationship and he's just enjoying tender moments with his pale lover, no matter what they are
about blood; I think drinking Halsin's blood more often than not ends up in some intimate way, as I can't imagine at lest one of them not getting a boner during the process
Astarion drinks Halsin's blood with such care and eagerness, not letting a drop go to waste and it's hottt
and talking about hot; I feel like they like it rough and intense
like hair pulling, body bruising, wet kind of sex
Astarion often prefers to ride Halsin, enjoying the control and Halsin doesn't mind; if something he thinks Astarion looks breathtaking above him, his milky skin glistening with sweat
his big hands guiding his hips and caressing his body
Halsin want to look into Astarion eyes a lot "let me see those eyes"
and when he comes inside him, he grunts and his hands squeeze Astarion tender flesh, his hips almost quiver
when Astarion is close to climax, he guides Halsin’s big, rough (but skilled!) hand to his own member, whimpering deliciously when he comes
after sex however it's all soft and cozy, Halsin treats Astarion with utmost care and love, cleaning him up and showering him with affectionate words
he kisses Astarion all over his beautiful body, making him feel cherished (as he should!)
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and here it is, my favourite ship from the game (apart delulu me x halsin of course) ˙ᵕ˙
you can find more of my works about bg3 (especially halsin) ♡here♡
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