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thekinkyleopard · 10 months

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Hot For Teacher

A Remi x Levi Non-Canon Fic-Series

Part 5

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

SNZ FET, Smut, Contagion

Author’s Notes: So I have a confession….I forgot HFT…I KNOW I KNOW IM SORRY! I got so lost in my side projects I forgot my baby 🥺 This is why I shouldn’t be held responsible for a fic series. The ADHD in me gets off track for a bit but I’m HERE NOW….so please enjoy. As always @aller-geez owns Remi and did the amazing cover art 🤌🏻 this was also a special request for Geezie 🤭

Description: Inspo drawn for this chapter from…vVv…with a twist.

Spring break was over. It was, interesting too. He had FaceTimed a certain black haired student almost every single day since, well…the first time they did….what they did. Levi was in terribly dangerous territory. If one may notice the words, first time, were used, because many many more of those instances of intimacy occurred. Treading very deep and hot water. However, they didn’t meet up, as much as it burned in them not to. As much as they wanted it. Levi said they had to keep everything sexual, through the phone, for now. It would keep them the safest that way.

Speaking of, His phone suddenly went off as he was slowly getting himself dressed for the first day back to class. The chime of his ringtone quickly echoed the room, without much coordination he stumbled across the space to grab it and quickly answer it before he had much time to check who it was.

“Hello?” He answered with a rushed tone to his voice as he fumbled to get his phone comfortably against his head, hands struggling to button up his shirt.

“Lebi?” He heard a soft sniffle on the other end followed with the very hoarse, and wet clear of a throat. The professor looked down quickly to see who it actually was, and it was Remi calling him. He felt a tinge of surprise.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked cautiously, never having heard the man sound so worse for wear in their time of knowing each other.

“No…I’b nod…I caughd a cold…I can’d cobe in do cladd…” another harsh, congested snuffle could be heard from the other end of the line. Levi’s eyebrows furrowed inwardly and he shook his head.

“Well, are you taking care of yourself? Is there someone there to help you get better?” Unconcerned about the student’s absence and just wanting to make sure he had what he needed to heal. Remi let out a breathless, sarcastic laugh before he answered.

“Nobe…I can barely ged oud of bed…” he whimpered softly, feeling terrible for himself. Mostly terrible he was going to miss the first day back with his favorite Professor.

“Alright well, I guess I’m going to have to bring you here, and take care of you,” the educator spoke certainly nodding his head though it couldn’t be seen by the other.

“Whad aboud cladd??” Remi sounded panicked, already worried that the professor was willing to toss his career aside for a silly little cold. “You can’d candel!” Almost scolding the leopard now.

“Relax, I’ll send out an email to let everyone know, Class will be on zoom today…I’ll zoom at my desk, you can rest in my bed,” his voice was smooth, calm and caring, sure of himself, a new side to the professor that Remi hadn’t experienced. He would normally just leave a student to fend for himself, would he not? So where was all this special treatment coming from? It warmed Remi’s core, he was more than grateful to finally know what it feels like to have someone actually, well, give a shit.

“If you’re poditibe….I won’d deny a houde call…” trying to be flirtatious through the horrendous sounds of him trying to snort through the plugged feeling in his nose. Levi shook his head and could only smile from his end of the phone.

“Shoot me your address, I’ll send an email out right now, and a possible a late notice….I’m going to send an uber for you…wear a mask!” He shook his index finger towards the phone with fervor almost to rub in the importance of not spreading his germs. Despite the entire fact this action was completely unseen. “I mean it…” Remi sighed before he let out a strained cough.

“Yeah…Yeah…h’..see you sood?” Clearly holding something back as he spoke softly into the microphone.

“See you soon…I…see you soon,” Levi hesitated, what the hell was that? What did he just fight back from saying??? ‘Get a grip!’ He screamed internally.

“What was that?” Remi’s heart froze, he could have sworn…

“Nothing, see ya,” he quickly disconnected the call and then breathed in heavily. “I’m seriously going to get myself fired what am I doing? First day back and I’m already driving the dude here to take care of him and….” He paused, blinking twice before his eyes widened again. “Shit! I’m all out of supplies!” He grunted in frustration already disengaging with the self punishment. He quickly flung open his phone and did two tasks, ordered Remi an Uber the second he received his address, and then opened up DoorDash. Quickly stocking his cart full of cold medicine, cough drops, tissues, hand sanitizer, tea, vitamins and anything else one may need to fight off a cold.

“Okay, meds on the way, car on the way…e-mail needs to be sent…” he quickly tapped out a clear message to the class and even went over to his desk to set up his laptop with zoom. It was all coming together nicely. He just had 45 minutes before class, and the Uber said Remi would be there in 20. Damn….the professor didn’t realize the student lived so close to him…he pondered for a moment to himself about how much quicker it could have been if he drove but it was clearly too late for that now. “Okay uh…” he scrambled to his bedroom and ripped the sheets, blankets and pillowcases off the main sleeping devices.

The slender man was running around his home like a chicken with his head cut off. He wanted to make sure everything would be perfectly set and ready for the student when he arrived. After adding an unnecessary amount of pillows and extra blankets to the large king sized bed, he heard a knock at his door. “That’s probably the DoorDash,” he said rushing his long slender legs through the halls of his home to get to the source of sound. Swinging open the door to waste no time he was met by a meek young woman, blonde hair and dark brown eyes.

“Delivery for Levi!” She smiled nervously handing over the large bag of goods to him. He returned the expression of joy and nodded politely at her.

“Thank you so much, really appreciate you!” She blushed nodding back before they parted ways, Levi closing himself back inside the house. “Awesome,” he said out loud shuffling through the bag to make sure all the items he purchased were in fact, in the bag. Pleased to find it all as it should be he walked back to his bedroom, and began to strategically place every item on the night stand, closest to where his desk would be in case he would need to tend to the wolf at any moment. Everything was placed in such a way that, anything Remi might need to grab himself, would be right within reach. Things Levi would more likely administer to him, went toward the outside.

“Okay that should be good…maybe I should throw some soup in the crock pot….” He pondered before the front door knocked again. “No time, I’ll just order something later,” he shook his head scrambling to the door yet again and swinging it open to be met with a very broken and beaten down looking Remi.

“Dib you ged my dexds?” He snubbled weakly, ripping the mask off his face now before he ran his sleeved arm across the underside of his leaking nose.

“No, sorry I was making sure everything was good so you could settle down immediately when you got here! I apologize…” he said gently before stepping aside to allow the other to walk through the threshold.

“All good…jusd making sure my servide didn’t cud obb,” Remi continued to sniffle and snuff, his nose incredibly full and congested which was obvious every time he spoke. Levi, linking his arm around the larger’s, led him patiently to his bedroom.

“All the sheets are fresh, there’s a bunch of stuff for you on the side table…if you need me, just raise your hand so I can come to you, if anyone on zoom hears that you’re at my house, I’m probably fired,” he chuckled softly, nervously, his hand touching the back of his neck as he played with the baby hairs there. Remi, cautiously, as if he was going to break himself or the super soft comforter, slid inside of the bed, immediately burying his body into the comfort.

“Thang you….serioudly thid id doo dweed ob you…” Levi’s eyes brows pushed together as he tried desperately to understand what the man was saying this time, normally pretty well rounded with such stuffed up words.

“Have you taken any medications today?” He asked, dismissing the sweet sentiment that was given to him, and focusing on making sure he just got better, this wasn’t about him. Remi avoided eye contact now, his dulled emeralds looking to the side before he cleared his throat.

“Erm…No…” the educator sighed inwardly before tsking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. In one quick motion of his hands he grabbed some dayquil pills and vitamin gummies , placing them now in Remi’s lap. Levi leaned closer and ran his palm across the wolf’s forehead, testing his temp, before pushing the hairs out gently from the front of his face.

“I’ll go get you a glass of water, after you do all those things,” now pointing his index from the pills, to the gummies. “Try to lay back and relax okay?” He asked the other as if he was trying to convince a stubborn teen. Those ocean blues tracing over every sickened outline of Remi’s face. Not the cocky, confident man he was usually faced with. Eyes swollen, complexion ghostly pale, dark circles and tear stained cheeks all topped off with a terribly red nose. It made his heart sink to see it.

“Yed, Dir…” the wolf sighed with a deep inhale and dramatic exhale as he responded. The leopard grinned running his fingers quickly all the way through the softened strands of hair once more. This small actions made both of the men’s hearts pound faster in their chests. These were the first real acts of intimacy Levi has ever really initiated between them..it was so nice. Remi had dreamed of that touch for weeks, months now. His eyes slid to a close as he enjoyed the gentle caress but just as fast as it came, it also was quick to leave. Leaving him feeling hollow, and craving more.

“I’ll be right back,” the cat reassured him before standing up, leaving the room and bringing himself out to kitchen. Once he was at his fridge he slung open the door, as if in autopilot he just started pulling out bottles of Fiji water. Was it unnecessarily expensive water? Yes. Levi, however, spared no expensive when it came to his hydration. Also, he really just liked how pretty the bottles were compared to the rest of the bougie water market.

Levi carried four bottles in his arms as he lugged them over to the sickened man now nuzzled up in his bed. “Okay I brought you one for now, and a couple extra bottles as well for later,” he sat one bottle next to Remi’s blanketed thigh, and the rest of them, he stuck on the night stand.

“Fidi?” He muttered looking at the overly fancy displayed bottle of water. Levi took a seat at the edge of the bed, just barely having enough room to not completely slide off.

“Yeah you never had Fiji water before?” He asked him curiously raising a brow, placing an open palm down to the other’s thigh. Remi shrugged.

“I jusd dring tab,” the wolf admitted, really not seeing much of a difference in tap and $5 water bottles. The leopard almost looked appalled, offended even. It was the first thing that made Remi crack a real smile as he watched the professor’s face turn.

“Oh, gross…our tap water is atrocious, you need water that’s actually good for you,” he finally responded, shaking his head and nudging towards the bottle. Knowing he was not even remotely equipped to have a discussion about water, he could only shake his head with a smile, grabbing the bottle firmly. Without a single word, Remi cracked open the lid and immediately threw back the dayquil pills, chasing it with a swig of Fiji water. He winced. His eyebrows furrowed in and he looked like he just experienced something….different.

“Why doed id tade like thad?” He asked smacking his lips and tongue together awkwardly like he had a spoonful of peanut butter shoved between his lips.

“Like what??” The white haired man looked amused now as he watched the other try to come up with the right words to express himself.

“Round…” Remi responded finally after a few moments to consider. His eyes now connecting with Levi’s as if he was way more sure of himself now.

“Round?” The educator looking more perplexed than he had before. He had never heard of water being described in such a way. It almost made him want to laugh but he swallowed the feeling and just did his best to understand. Trying not to make the other feel bad.

“Round.” The wolf repeated himself yet again, confidently.

“Huh….” The words had escaped him, Levi truly learned something new from this scrappy man everyday it seemed. “I’ll just have to take your word for that I suppose….” He giggled gently, it was a sweet sound, Remi only having recently been able to really recognize it as Levi’s. Spring break was probably the best thing that could have happened for him, it truly made him feel closer to the professor, and now? Taking care of him while he was sick? Might as well propose.

“Shouldn’t you be gedding cladd ready?” The student asked sorely, now popping a few gummies into his maw, chewing them obnoxiously, his voice still weakened by his currently ill status.

“Right…Right, I need to do that…” Levi blushed brightly almost having forgotten he had a whole ass job to do. He took a deep breath inward and stood up now, as he was walking to his desk he looked back and flashed a nervous smile to Remi. “Member…shhh,” he placed his index over his lips, Remi grinned, pretending to lock his lips shut now with an invisible key. The educator grinned brightly before making his way fully to his desk where his bed was completely out of view from the webcam. Sitting down comfortably in his desk chair he waved his mouse around to open up his screen, joining in on the zoom call he already had prepared for him.

“Hello Everyone! Sorry I’m late, just feeling a bit under the weather, but I don’t want you all to miss out on the opportunity for your first day back from spring break!” He said, trying to add a slightly sickened inflection in his tone, dialing down the cheerfulness he usually carried with him into class. “Today, I have nothing really big assigned to you, Thursday we’re introducing a new book, so today we are going to have a bit of a creative writing assignment,” Levi continued to work, as he would in the classroom but through the webcam. He wasn’t completely prepared for an online class like he normally would be with respective slideshows the class could open and go through. Instead he was relying mostly on a free day. Giving everyone the opportunity to sort of ease back into the grind after two weeks of good times.

Remi laid up in Levi’s bed and couldn’t seem to rest, he was in his professor’s bed. He was in his bed, and being dotted on by him…the same professor that denied his advances in the beginning….almost completely lost in a circus act within his own head as he jumped through hoops, he felt a tingling sensation building up in his nose. Oh no, this can’t be good. He thought his fits were over, that was this morning though…and it had been a little over two hours since his sinuses had threatened to overflow.

The wolf tried to silently clear his throat into the hem of the large comforter he was snuggled into, but it led him into a cough. Not just a cough, a series of coughs, the more he tried to muffle it into the fabric, the worse his body seemed to react. Almost panicking at the idea of getting Levi caught almost 20 minutes into their hour long class. ‘Shit…get it together…’ he whimpered inwardly but this was no use. He could see the side eyes from the educator as he tried to keep his composure, Remi unable to fight the prickling sensation in his nose as it was building, and building, and finally, had to let it all go.

“Hih’TSCHIEW!” He missed the blanket, he sneezed outwardly in front of him, a wet mist hit the air and the noise was sure to have been recorded through to the class.

“It’s important to reme-…” the sound interrupted him momentarily, his cheeks reddened, his face felt hot and he cleared his throat. The students all had different responses. Some didn’t even notice, but some of them raised an eyebrow. Why was there a sickly person in their Professor’s home? “Sorry about that…I’m taking care of a friend today…” he muttered sheepishly to explain himself…poorly. “Anyway! With this assignment…” Levi continued to go into more details about what he was expecting from each student with this new project, though in the back of his mind his conscience was screaming at him to help nurse the suffering man across from him.

Remi, still fighting for his life with the demons living inside his body, he felt another build up, the tension in his nose rising as the pressure pushed into the middle of his forehead. He winced, his leaking nostrils throbbed before he cupped both his hands over his face and blew into them. “Hh’itsshhhih!! Hah’TSCHUU!” A spray of wet mess landed in his palms, his eyes watered profusely and his face swelled up with each oncoming attack. “Hih’iitschuu!” After the third one, his whole mug was leaking and he was doing the worst job of containing it as he scrambled for some tissues. Grabbing a good few from the fancy box beside him, he began to rub one in circles motions, the tissue encapsulating the sore and reddened area. He allowed the ick to pour out onto the tissue and tried to empty himself out as much as he could.

Yet the sound of snuffles, clearing nostrils and sneezing was turning to be quite the distraction. Levi closed his eyes once and tried really hard to focus on his lecture, he really wanted to cancel the whole class. He didn’t see this free day as anymore constructive than a day off anyway, and clearly Remi really needs someone. Him specifically. Somehow, Levi feels blessed with the opportunity to be at the wolf’s bedside, someone to truly care about. It made work seem so, inconvenient now.

“I-I uh …excuse me class…start brainstorming amongst each other,” he hit the mute microphone button, and double checking it was actually muted. Then he stood up and crossed over to Remi’s side. “Hey you doing okay over here?” He asked genuinely, running his fingers through the man’s hair like he had done earlier.

“I’b so sobby….I’m fucgging dhis ub for you…” he muttered as he let in another long, wet inhale, trying to clear up whatever was holding him hostage. Unfortunately, it was not really working out all that well.

“Shh, non-sense, as far as they’re all concerned….” He shrugged simply grabbing a tissue to help clean the student’s terribly wet and sickly face. “I’m just a closet homosexual…which is fine,” he let out a breathy chuckle as his bright blue orbs traced over Remi’s, while he patiently blotted the many wet trails that traced the wolf’s cheeks and mouth.

“Who eveb are you righd now?” The green eyed student chuckled a bit, following with a rough and hoarse cough. He felt a strong pulse in his heart, though his chest was sore from coughing, he could feel warmth there, where it hadn’t been in a long time. He never had anyone care for or even about him. Beside his little sister. This was something so new and he wasn’t sure what it even meant. Is this how people are supposed to treat each other? Or…was he special?

“I guess…I’m breaking all the rules,” he shrugged his shoulders simply, bringing his hand back with the crumpled tissue and bringing his free hand up to gently rub at Remi’s temples. Inwardly, the wolf had never felt so full. “What can I say…M’a sucker for the green eyes and stubborn attitude,” they both shared a genuine smile before Levi grabbed one of the still cold bottles of water. “I can’t get you a cold compress right now but here use this to try and fight off the temperature….and maybe don’t snuggle up in EVERY blanket available to you…” letting another gentle giggle leave his lips as he began helping strip the man of a few layers that were inevitably only making him sweat more. Remi now discarding his hoodie and shirt to allow his bare skin a moment to breathe.

“Hnnnn…Kay….” Remi muttered in response as his feet then battled and kicked the extra blankets in an effort to aid the other. After feeling satisfied enough to, Levi returned to his desk and unmuted his mic. Remi was spreading out every limb across the large bed, trying his best to stay cool while he rubbed the bottle up and down the sides of his sweating temples.

“Alright, sorry about that…let’s hear some of your guys’ ideas!” Right back into the groove as if nothing ever happened. While Remi was still fighting a raging war between him and the Virus of Babylon. He coughed once, trying to cover it in the crook of his arm before completely blind sided by another persistent need of release. “H’GXPBF!” He moves to stifle it in his palm that he presses hard against his mouth, lines of drool puffing through the sides. He inhales with a slick and wet sound, trying to keep tissues on hand to wipe his face as he groans miserably. The meds were taking so long to kick in it was actually almost driving him slightly mad. His head swirled as he stared up at the ceiling, blinking slowly to try and keep with the rhythm of his shallow breaths. “H’KXGNT!” Another one stuffed with the small throw blanket beside him that he had snapped over his mouth just in time.

“That’s a really interesting way of describing what happened, Lahni, I really appreciate you sharing that with us,” the leopard was speaking to the class but every few seconds he couldn’t help but take a peak over at the sickly male, a quite obvious side eye in a HQ webcam. Trying to keep himself seated, he willed his attention back to his class.

After a few more moments of struggle, wet slopping sounds of Remi trying to clear his nose and throat. Eventually, the wolf was finally starting to somewhat relax enough to get himself drifting off to sleep, Levi taking notice and feeling slightly relieved. Attention back on his class, his eyes glazed over the many different faces in attendance. “So how about you then, Vinny? What is your piece about?” Coaxing more conversation out of the students, and as the minutes passed it almost seemed like they would have a decent session.

That was until 40 minutes into the hour long class, Remi suddenly jolted awake, panicking, yelling incoherently and groaning in pain. The ruckus was enough to get everyone in the zoom call’s attention, they all froze. Especially Levi. “I…will be right back let me just go check on my friend really quickly….” He muted the call and then immediately rushed over to Remi’s side. “Hey, hey you okay? I’m right here…it’s alright…” he reassured the profusely sweating and wide eyed man, who was clearly confused about his current whereabouts, but was starting to come to the more he felt the professor’s hands gently fluttering across his skin.

For a few seconds it took the man a bit to catch his sanity, gasping hoarsely as his eyes darted around to hopefully find a means to the end of his dry mouth. “I-…uh…” his hands now fumbling around the sheets. Levi could roughly guess what it was the other was searching for, and quickly grabbed the half full bottle for him and unscrewed the lid before handing it over.

“Here, drink first,” the raven haired man nodded gently before reaching slowly with a shaking hand and taking in the refreshing liquid, letting out a slight exhale of relief when he pulled it from his lips. “Better?” The educator asked softly, hand at Remi’s clammy shoulder trying to search for life within him.

“Y-yeah…” he gasped now running a hand through his slightly damp locks. “Nightmares…they happen a lot…” he muttered slightly embarrassed to have been perceived in such a vulnerable state. The leopard nodded empathetically, lovingly tracing circles at the back of Remi’s neck with the pad of his finger.

“You know what, I have an idea,” Levi smiled thoughtfully, a display of genius spreading across his face before getting up and walking over to his desk. He disconnected his webcam but kept the microphone in use, just muted currently. Remi cocked an eyebrow as he patiently watched the other flitter about. Picking up his laptop Levi brought it over to the bed where he slid in beside the man. “No speaking,” he said bringing his index to his lips before settling in comfortably, the wolf slightly giddy, rested his head on the other’s lap while Levi’s laptop more or less sat at his knees. ‘This is perfect,’ Remi thought inwardly, if his tail was out, it would be wagging. The professor unmuted his mic.

“Sorry guys, for the rest of class you won’t be graced with my beautiful face, my friend needs some comfort, and I don’t want to expose their sicky features, they wouldn’t appreciate that being their first intro to my class,” he tried to play it off, like truly he was really just a thoughtful friend. Some of the students seemed touched, even a soft gentle “Awe,” could be heard from a few of the girls.

‘If only they knew,’ Remi snickered within his head as he buried his face into the educator’s lap, who carried on with the rest of his lesson, his right hand loosely playing with a few of the dark strands of hair. The raven haired man sighed with contentment, then he realized, the small nap, added with the pills he took earlier, actually left him feeling a tad better than when he passed out. Though, the throbbing in his head still haunted his skull, he was very much well enough to push it back. Confront it later. Well enough to be completely and utterly aware of the fact that his head was laying directly on Levi’s dick. He could just…easily…no. He had to behave, although…there wasn’t any cam recording this so…why not, right? As the white haired man above him ran his fingers absently through his own moistened locks, he rubbed his cheek, gently, tenderly, against the front of Levi’s pants. Said man, shifted slightly, a gentle hue of pink dusted across his cheeks as he became conscious of Remi’s location and actions.

‘It’s fine…he’s just adjusting…he wouldn’t…break the rules right NOW…would he?” Levi shuddered as he felt another brush against him, but it felt like there was a heavier force applied. “I-I would like to hear 3 more uh…3 more of your guys’ prompts, before we end class today,” managing to get through his words before he looked down to see Remi’s darkened emeralds gazing up at him already. ‘Stop!’ He mouthed toward the student, but a small smirk splashed across the side of his mouth and the wolf only took that as a challenge. Not an actual cease and desist. He turned his face inwardly now, using his teeth to undo the front of the educator’s pants. Levi was trying really hard to do his best at paying attention but he couldn’t stop his body from reacting in the ways it did. Length already hardening at the idea of any sort of real world attention. “A-And th-then what will your…uh…main body be, Jesus?” He asked trying to seem engaged. His eyes glanced back down as he watched the wolf bury and nuzzle his face against the tightening space in his pants. Remi doing a much better job at being silent than he had earlier.

Levi let out a shaky, long exhale as he continued to listen to the rest of his student’s excerpt. “Really g-…” rolling his eyes back into his head as he felt Remi slowly sliding him out of the confines of his pants. “Good…I’m sure it’ll be, very….engaging,” his head dropped back to focus, trying to will his ceruleans to stay open and glued to the screen. The troublemaker had sprung forth the professor’s hardened length, and teased it with the tip of his tongue, sliding it across the base and around the tip. He wasn’t just going to let him have it. He was going to make the other absolutely wild for it. Levi took another shaky breath inward. ‘Two more….two more concepts….’ Certain he could push through this sort of mental and physical torment as he tried not to seem too desperate. Yet, his cock was already threatening to leak over, as the wolf caught a trailing bead rolling away, with the flattened surface of his tongue. “Ooooh…Kay…” he tried to disguise the very shaky and unstable sound to his voice. “Samant-…tha, you’re turn let’s uh…hear it!” He was trying so hard to push a persona of cheerfulness, no worries or cares in the world. Alas, he kept coming up empty. His brain could only focus on the one thing he wanted more than anything, Remi.

Who was taking his sweet time in exploring and savoring the taste, the feeling, of his favorite educator’s length. God how he had craved any part of the other to be against him, and now he had him right where he wanted him. With just the right precision, Remi’s lips wrapped around the tip of Levi’s cock, sucking, gently, swirling his tongue in a gentle fashion across the tender hole. “F-…” the leopard tried his best to keep his composure but it was slowly crumbling under him as the insane pressure to his tip rocked him. “Fantastic!” He responded breathlessly as his student finished. “Loved it, Sam, keep it ….up,” he sucked in a rough breath of air, before biting his lower lip harshly. Trying to use pain as a distraction, but somehow it really only made it worse.

“Okay…last one,” he squeaked, sounding much more obviously strained, it was starting to cause a few of the students to raise their eyebrows in question. Remi meanwhile, slowly slid himself further down Levi’s length, encapsulating it with his tongue and tightened throat. His motions were painfully slow. The professor sucked on his lower lip now, doing whatever he could to keep the desperate urge to moan away. Yet, Remi felt like he would do absolutely anything just to hear it echo in the same space as him. He knew better, even if he was crossing a line.

The leopard’s fingers curled and tightened within Remi’s hair, trying to apply force, or change the tempo, yet the larger maintained whatever pace, he wanted to be at. This was driving Levi absolutely wild, he had stopped listening a while ago and was now looking down just to watch, his ceruleans tracing over the other’s busy features.

“I uh…Thank you, for……” he took a breath “Sharing, that would conclude class for today so, every bo-…” feeling himself hit the back of Remi’s throat was almost enough to make him explode, but he didn’t. “Body, get started on those assignments…..” he hesitated “Oh and Welcome back,” before he ended the zoom call abruptly, not even taking a second to answer any questions he slammed his laptop shut and shot his gaze down to look directly at Remi that popped off the other’s length. “Seriously???”

“What?” The wolf licked his lips with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“During class? And also…I said through the phone only!” The leopard slightly panicked but, god it felt so good he really truly didn’t want it to end. He didn’t realize HOW good it was going to feel even with such bare minimum attention.

“I can’t help myself…you’ve been..so good to me I just wanna…” sucking his lower lip in between two hungry rows of teeth before releasing it, eyes never leaving the other, “Return the favor,” the smaller couldn’t even begin to fathom what was happening as he slowly started to slide into lust.

“We, can’t…” whispering not because anyone would hear them, but he may become far too aware of the situation. “You’re…sick…I’ll get…sick,” he whimpered now, as Remi raised his body to press their foreheads together.

“Tell me it’s worth it…” the wolf whispered, his hand slipping tenderly up the side of Levi’s flushed freckled face, cradling the other’s jaw within his palm. The smaller blushed, brightly, his body froze almost. How could he….? Yet as those purple circled emeralds stared over at him he couldn’t help but swallow a large lump that had formed in his throat.

“It’s worth it…..” his voice barely audible as the words fell off his lips, the answer enough to send the wolf up, and crashing their mouths together. Reunited at long last with those distantly familiar soft lips. Remi couldn’t hold back the guttural groan that boiled up from his chest as their tongues slid past working mouths. Losing themselves in a sea of needless passion, Remi’s hand found itself grabbing hold of Levi’s still exposed length. The leopard broke the kiss and took a deep gasp inward as he felt the other’s grip encase his swollen length.

“J-Just…hands and…and mouths okay?” He asked shyly, not quite ready to go all the way with the man while he was this unwell. He wanted to hold out for getting the absolute best treatment. Didn’t mean he would walk away from this empty handed. Literally. The student nodded gently, he understood. He also deep inside wanted the first time with the small cat to be special, not like this..though this was a pretty special occasion to him, he could wait.

“Okay,” he answered finally, leaving the smaller excited, and pleasantly surprised that there was no need to bicker over it. Their mouth reconnected in a sloppy, and wet fever while hands roamed each other’s bodies, Remi’s more specifically ripped his off, button by button. Finally his free palm pressed flush against the space where he could feel the educator’s heart beating rapidly. “Your hearting is going insane…” he breathed against the other’s lips, placing chaste, small pecks against his nose and chin. Fingers still grasping and massaging the man’s length.

“You…make me insane…” he responded with a heavy tone, Remi growled low under his breath and captured his lips again. A few more moments being lost in each other’s mouths while the wolf’s hands remained expert against the melting cat.

“Good,” was all the man could retort with, as he was far too busy making sure his mouth never left the leopard’s skin. He’d wanted this for weeks, even in the simplest form of it all…just kissing him. Luckily, that wasn’t all they were doing, and would do…he was busy, deep in his exploration as his hand trailed downward between Levi’s cheeks, slipping his finger through just to get a tease.

“R-Rem..w-wait…” he pressed their foreheads together, the wolf did pause, but only for a few motions.

“You said hands and mouths…” he failed to see how any rules were being broken in this moment.

“Y-yeah…okay…yeah…” shaking his head slowly, he realized he was getting lost in his own desires, not making any sense in his own head as he reached in to place hot open mouth sucking kisses against the side of Remi’s neck. Who in turn, rolled his eyes back, and slipped his fingers forward, now unstoppable as he had been waiting for so long to just get a taste of the other’s insides. His middle finger padded around, and prodded at the other’s puckered hole. Hungry for him as he peaked the tip just barely through the barrier. The professor shook, his hands desperately grabbing at Remi’s arms, chest, now the waistband of his sweats. He’d seen how big it was on camera, now he couldn’t wait to see it in person.

They both shuddered under each other’s advancing and heated movements. Levi’s own hand finding it’s way through into Remi’s pants and taking the awaiting firm cock in his heated palm. They both groaned in unison, while the wolf slid a digit inside the wanting cat.

“Aa-..ah,” Levi huffed against the crook of the student’s bare neck. He couldn’t hold in the way he felt anymore, it was so good. He released a careless moan, high pitched, it was like a song to Remi, he’d never heard that even when he watched him use toys on video.

“I love your sounds…” Remi chuffed in between swirling his greedy finger inside the other’s wet hole, and allowing his hips to graciously twitch into each passionate movement of his crush’s fingers. Both of them were a mess of bodies as they crunched up beside each other, hands exploring their forbidden places while mouths clashed against different unexplored areas of flesh above the belt.

They both felt something burning inside them other than the obvious lust they felt for one another. For the first time he had ever been intimate with someone, Levi was enjoying himself. He actually felt like he couldn’t get enough, his body was overdue for the feeling that coursed through him currently. His moans and whimpers sensual, and velvety, something so sweet to the wolf’s ears as he added a second finger inside of the cat. “Fuck…you’d feel so fucking good on my cock…” growling with lust driven excitement. Goosebumps littered the smaller’s freckled skin now, his shirt torn to shreds and hanging off his flushed shoulders. Ravaged by the larger.

“I’d give anything for it…” vulnerable, too vulnerable, too honest. He would, he at this very given point and moment in time, would throw away his entire career to spend the rest of his life to feel this way with the other.

“Tell me,” he huffed darkly into Levi’s ear, his fingers working faster, plunging in with circular motions before drawing them back out. Repeat. His motions getting faster the more he felt the educator slide those softened thin fingers around his length. Trying to connect the two, trying so desperately to picture what it would feel like to have his length replaced with his fingers as of right now.

“I-I’d move you in….” He responded, almost a little too quickly, like he considered it. His hand gripping, and teasing the larger’s length, squeezing with every word, “Get fired, I don’t care…I’d work in grocery if I had too…” his voice was so much different than it was usually carried. The raven haired man found great pleasure in bringing out such a naughty side to the educator.

“Yeah? You’d do all that?” The wolf chuckled darkly, now working a third finger inside the drooling cat, who’s forehead long gave up, resting against the other’s shoulder as he panted. “Just for me?”

“Just for you,” Remi could nearly lose it right there with the words that fell off Levi’s swollen lips.

“Say it again,” his voice much darker, his hips now shifting faster with the leopard’s constantly teasing hand. His own palm quite busy fucking the little cat’s hole where he wish his dick could.

“Just for you,” Levi whimpered again, weakly truly unable to hold back the dizzy feeling he was getting in the back of his head, as he could feel the pleasure hitting him while Remi’s fingers assaulted his prostate.

“Who?” The wolf growled again, now within the messy haired man’s ear, gripping hold of his lobe after he spoke.

“You…” another breathless answer, straining to speak as their desires built up within the core of their groins.

“Who’s you? WHO,” almost sounding angry at this point, it would terrify any normal person, but no, not Levi, it only drove him closer to the edge as his hand worked tirelessly to pleasure the demanding wolf that almost hovered him. Taking a free hand to grip at his own spilling length, he couldn’t take it, he needed to release.

“Remi…” doing his best to answer, to obey, to be the other’s good little kitten. God, this wasn’t like himself, he would never come undone like this for anyone else…but this man, had an absolute chokehold on him.

“That’s right, Just for Remi, right?” Moving his fingers slower, before quickening, then slower, hovering out his entrance before a rough pound upward into Levi’s sensitive bud.

“Just for Remi,” he mewled again, Remi leaned back, needing to catch a glimpse of the other’s pathetically flushed face. That was it right there. Between the declaration, and the look on that small man’s face, he knew he was no longer able to hold it all back.

“God, I’m going to fucking cum,” his hips moved with a desperate quickness as Levi’s fingers continued to squeeze and slip tightly over his swollen shaft.

“Please?” The leopard begged, finally opening his bright blue orbs to connect with the other, both of them shuddered as they made eye contact.

“Stop it…Jesus Christ…everything you say I swear to god….” It was proving to be too much, Remi could only hold back for so long, and between the look on the educator’s face and everything that was happening, his hips stuttered, they froze. “Shit, I’m….” He blew his seed in between the two of them as he never loosened his motions, refusing to give up til he could make the other feel just as good.

“Remi…” it started off confident, loud, but it faded into a strangled cry as he too, spilled over the edge of pleasure and into the palm of his own hand, trying to minimize the clean up. Their bodies leaned up against each other as their hands went limp, and Remi pulled his fingers out of the other. They took a moment to catch their breaths.

Minutes passed and Levi couldn’t help but chuckle loosely. “So…are you going to take care of me when I inevitably catch whatever virus is living inside you?” The wolf’s body moved slightly as he laughed soundlessly, just a few huffs through his open mouth.

“Of course…that was the whole plan…to buy myself more time alone together,” they both now laid back against the mountain of pillows behind them, cracking playful smiles towards each other.

“You dog!” Smirking confidently towards Levi, he shrugged his shoulders.

“Maybe but…just for you,” both of them turning to look at each other from the side. Blue orbs scanned over tired, and still pretty worn down features. While Remi looked over that of such healthy, but exhausted ones.

“You need more meds, and rest,” almost completely changing the vibe, even after all that? Remi felt a bit slighted, but he understood. Clearly, Levi wasn’t one for breaking many rules, nor being close to anyone, if this was stressful territory, the wolf would just have to be patient. Eventually things would fall where they needed to.

“Yeah, you’re right…back rubs?” He looked at the other now with a pouting face and sparkling greens eyes. The professor could only laugh in response and nodding his head to assuredly answer his request.

“I can do that…” Levi responded again with that same expression on his face, like Remi puts all the stars in the sky for him. Every time the professor gave him that look, the wolf melted inside a little more. As the educator pulled out some Vicks vapor rub, he gently assisted and moreover took charge, while Remi laid back and allowed himself to be taken care of. Grumbling happily as Levi cleaned him up and applied the vapor to his heaving chest. “Good?” He asked for reassurance.

“Amazing…” letting out a deep exhale that was more than enough to satisfy the man helping him. Levi felt whole. He felt like he was truly right where he was meant to be.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re better in no time,” with a movement so gentle, he leaned forward and placed a loving, tender kiss across the other’s heated forehead.

“I’d like that…” Remi’s heart raced, fluttered and flipped. He was more than Hot for Teacher. He was falling madly in love with him more and more everyday, and he could only hope that the other was too.

To Be Continued….

Author’s Notes: Maaaaan it’s so hard to write when you’re pet sitting two maniac dogs and trying to work, and help people with school stuff, and write, and NOT BLOW YOUR OWN BRAINS OUT. I just wish to live in a small tank where I can write my silly little fics of me and my friend’s silly little OCs. Anyway. Hope you guys enjoyed!

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sugoi-writes · 8 days

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FUCK. I WROTE PART NINE AND HAD IT ALL READY TO GO AND THEN MY KID GOT HER HANDS ON MY PHONE AND CLOSED THE APP. THANK LUCIFER I HAD THE FIRST HALF SAVED AS A DRAFT BUT STILL. OTL sending this separate because I was paranoid she'd do it again and I would have to write the second part a third time 😭 also realizing I forgot to put my sig at the bottom of Pt.9

..... Annnnd of course, after pressing send I remember that I forgot to rewrite the part where reader chokes Alastor when they cum. just shoot me holy motherfucking shit

At some point I'mma just make these into a full blown PWP fic. It seems like they get longer with each installment 🤣 (I'm sorry btw, I always feel kinda bad whenever I leave long messages in anyone's inbox 😫

AYEEEE WELL YA KNOW WHAT THEY SAY - GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE!! 😘❤️‍🔥

It's a fitting pet name Hunny Pun! You're the queen of puns and you're so so SO sweet like a Honey Bun! is that icing or Alastor's jizz on you??? ... im so sorry i'll see myself out again 😭 CAN'T FIND AND KISS ME IF I FIND AND KISS YOU FIRST BABES~! ❤️❤️❤️

I can't hold on to my anonymity anymore guys so I'mma be making Pt.10 my reveal post~ it's killing me that I can't leave rabid fangirl messages on your works like you all do here for me! I really did wanna wait until I got the Smutmus Holy Trinity complete or at least in the revision stages but just- GAH! I NEED YALL TO KNOW HOW AMAZING I THINK YOU ARE. Beautiful beautiful minds, inside and out i can't even-!

Seriously though, I can't even begin to express how grateful and happy I am to have met any of you! And there are no words in the English dictionary (or any at all really) that I could use to describe what I feel about how accepting and supportive you've been! I could NEVER thank yall enough for helping me to find the joy in writing again. I love all three of you so much and I'm honored to call you friends!! 🥺🥰💋

- ☄️❤️ Smut Santa

False Alarm for the Next Part!! And honestly, thank God, the vibe is still not charged HAH--

Oh no!!! I'm so sorry that happened to you!! I had a similar experience when writing my part 2 to my Nun! Alastor fic. Fun fact: had to re-write it 5 times because I kept forgetting to save it. ;;_;; hhhh my baby fever is so bad I'm crying, but man, KIDS! What a little stinker 🥹❤️

Also, my ask box is usually super empty? Like, you could LICK the floor with how neat and empty it is? I LOVE messages? Even better if they long like Alastor's girthy fucking co--

We--We were- when we??? ALASTOR GETS--??? MY HANDS AROUND HIS???

*Danny.Exe has experienced an Error*

*Rebooting*

OKAY IM BACK--

☄️❤️Anon... babycakes. At this rate I'm gonna do more than fucking kiss you. I think we're past that now. And if you keep calling me 'Hunny Pun', or similar pet names, I'm just gonna jump your bones--

Hug you!!!! I meant hug you!!!

It's Alastor's jizz. It's canon-- NO DONT LEAVE I NEED TO KNOW HOW I GOT IT ON MY FAAAAAAACE

GUYS CODE TREAT, CODE TREAT, THE ANON VEIL IS DROPPING!!! ITS DROPPING DHDHDJDHDJ-- You will never gain a mutual as fast as you will then I SWEAR

☄️❤️!!! Smut Santaaaaa! 🥹😭❤️ Your mind is a beautiful, smutty, enchanting place!!! Knowing that you've been religiously cranking this out, while also having a kiddo... Seriously, how do you do it??? If anyone deserves the praise rn, 🎵it's you??? It's you, ITS ALWAYS YOU!!🎵 ❤️❤️❤️

Don't push yourself too hard! Please? ❤️ I will treasure these rare, scrumptious little treats for as long as I have brain cells left ❤️ I will call you friend until you tell me to quit or I lose my voice for good. And even then, my lips will keep moving and repeating the same thing until I'm blue in the face. ❤️❤️❤️ you are such a sweet, sweet, soul, and I can feel your vibes, and they are so wholesome! I can't wait to meet the person or sexual fiend behind it all! I feel like I speak for us all, and not just the main 3, but EVERYONE: everyone who has read your posts love you to bits. And they love your work to bits. Best believe when you publish your first work, we'll be there. En masse. And we will be EAGERLY returning the love you surprised us with.

Thank you for all that you do. On this post in particular, you deserve a foot rub, a forehead kiss, and a hug that lifts and spins you off your feet! 💗💗💗

Have a blissful, best of days you can have, dear! You deserve it! 💗

#gah now im all mushy #i need to watch Howl's Moving Castle again #I NEED IT #☄️❤️ i said i love you like a million times let me know if that makes you uncomfy please? hahah;;;#MWUAH #☄️❤️anon #sweet post #smutmus #danny rambles #danny speaks

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rottnteen · 2 years

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Please gods post part two :') of let me take care of you

per request :)

In The Name of Being Honest

part two to let me take care of you

You feel totally and utterly embarrassed. You wake up in Eddie Munsons bed. Again. You feel a little less woozy and the sun had started to set. You look to Eddie's desk to find his back turned to you and seems to be tuning his "second sweetheart". He always joked saying that you were his first.

You always wished he wasn't joking.

The way his hands grazed the guitar and how his back flexed when he got a slightly messed up chord. "Eds?" You ask weakly from the bed, sitting up a little, noticing that your now in his hellfire shirt and your underwear. It was covering mostly everything, showing a little bit of your bum, the indent between the cheek and the thigh.

"Oh!" Eddie turns around, taking his guitar off. He quickly rushes to you as you look up to him with wide innocent eyes. He cups your face and his thumb strokes up and down. "How are you feeling? You fell asleep in the bath and I uh...dressed..." He clears his throat, "You."

Your face becomes hot and feels as though it's becoming red. "I'm so so sorry," You rush out and he smiles, "That's like oh my god-" He squeezes your cheeks together, your lips turning into a pout and now you cannot speak.

He laughs, "Are you apologizing because I dressed you while you had a 103° fever?" You nod your head while still being in his hand, "I'm glad you're feeling better though. You're not hot anymore." You smile, remembering what happened before, "Temperature wise!" He says, his voice drawn out. "Do you want something to eat?" You nod your head in response once more. "Want me to carry you, is your body too weak?" He asks, actually concerned.

You nod and he laughs finally releasing your cheeks. He grabs the underside of your plump soft thighs, lifting you up. You latch on to his body, resting your hands at the nape of his neck. You murmur into his body, "Thank you."

He chuckles and you feel the vibrations into you from his body. "Princess, you act as if I don't take care of you ever." He walks into the kitchen and sets you down on the counter. That's true, whenever you have a rough day at school he goes and takes you to get strawberry ice cream and the two of you share the cone. When you had cut your hand chopping vegetables to cook for you both, immediately he cleaned the wound and bandages it for you, and ordered a pizza so that you won't get hurt anymore. And that one time when you sprained your ankle thinking you could do a cartwheel and he had brung you a flower everyday.

You almost feel this realization, not realization but a need, a need to tell him. "Fuck." You say and he turns around from putting the spaghetti-o's on the stove.

"What happened? Do you not feel good again?" He frantically comes back to you grabbing your face as if he could see your "pain" on your face.

You look up to him tears in your eyes and his concern grows. "Was it something I said?"

He seemed to be panicking, "Is it because I dressed you? Im so sorry y/n, i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!"

You lean up to him and catch his lips before he can babble any longer, he's frozen in place. As you're about to pull away realizing his feelings aren't reciprocating he grabs your face harder and pulls you into him. He's situated between your legs and your kisses are being shared and the noises fill the room. You both pull apart but his hand is still on your face and your foreheads are touching. You open your eyes to find Eddie's eyes closed and his eyebrows creased, he's breathing heavily and his mouth is parted slightly.

“I love you eddie.”

Your voice was desperate as if you needed the words to come out right this very moment. His eyes shoot open at your confession, "Are you high or-or still sick? Drunk?" He asks pulling away from you and out from in between your legs. He puts his hand on the other counter as if he needed it to stabilize himself. All you could see was his back profile contemplating and questioning.

"No, no, no, why would you think that?" You ask sitting straighter. "You don't...feel the same way?" Your voice wavered and he looked back at you from the sad noise.

He seemed frenzied, "No, no, princess!" He grabs your face in his hands, feeling your salty tears hit his thumb. You couldn't help it. You knew that there was always Eddie. That Eddie had always been reliable, and Eddie was always your first option. Maybe he and Chrissy's one night meant more then you thought... "Y/n. I love you too. More, even."

You look at him, your eyes glossy and so are his. "Can we kiss again?" You sniffle.

He smiles, "Of course we can kiss again."

Your lips met, and maybe it wasn't your sickness that had gotten you to confess your love and attraction to Eddie. Maybe it was the overwhelming amount of care and time.

#eddie munson #eddie munson come back #eddie munson smut #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson hands #eddie munson imagine #rottnteen fics #rottnteen answers

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nataliedanovelist · 3 years

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GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.2

While fighting over a time machine so one twin can win a pig or the other can win the heart of a girl, Mabel is left stranded in a snowy forest with no time machine and no brother. Oops.

The BEAUTIFUL art pieces were done by @clownwry and @elishevart ! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! 😭❤️💋

ch.1 - ch.3

~~~~~~~~~~

Ford was way more nervous than he was letting on.

She had long, pretty brown hair, braces over her teeth, sneakers, a skirt, and a sweater that allowed the cold air to pass through it. Her cheeks were slightly chubby with youth and nosy, as well as her nose, due to the freezing weather. Her eyes matched her hair perfectly, and though they were clouded with fear and confusion, Ford swore he could see sparkling behind the clouds, sparkling that made itself well-known when she asked if she could make him a sweater or when she saw his hands.

Ford would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy Mabel’s company, but she was practically a stranger, and keeping a random girl in his house that was located in the middle of the woods was fishy and Ford couldn’t help but feel like it was illegal. But he couldn’t leave her out in the snow and send her on her way to find her home and family, so he decided to keep her warm or healthy, simply because it was the right thing to do.

But then she said she had no parents to call. Only a brother, who was lost, too. Ford can remember the old rule: If you’re lost, stay where you are until you are found. So he then decided that she could stay here until her brother found her, which should be by morning at the latest.

Still, he felt uneasy, so once Mabel was settled in front of the TV, Ford excused himself and went into the kitchen to make a phone call. There was only one man who would have better judgement in this situation than him.

The phone rang a few times. Ford checked his watch to make sure it was a reasonable time to call. It wasn’t Sunday, was it? But then the ringing stopped. “Howdy! This here Fiddleford McGucket.”

“Hey there, buddy.” Ford smiled to himself at hearing that cheerful voice. “How have you been?”

“Stanford Pines! Good t’hear from ya!” Fiddleford cheered. “M’just fine, just fine! How are ya?! Ya haven’t gotten eaten by monsters yet, have ya?” He laughed, making his old friend chuckle along.

“No no, I’m alright.” Ford almost brought up the reason he called, but then he remembered something very important to Fiddleford. “How are Emma-May and Tater?”

“OH! They’re doin’ great! We’re all very happy n’ doin’ well! Ya won’t believe how big Tate’s gotten since ya last saw him! He’s already crawlin’!”

“Wow, that's great to hear.” Ford sat in a chair at the kitchen table. “Has he said his first words yet?”

“No, not quite. Actually, he’s extremely quiet. Not a lot of baby-babble.” Fiddleford chuckled. “The doctor says that’s perfectly normal. Tate’s so smart, he’s reachin’ for specific colors n’ such, n’ ya can tell he’s thinkin’ a lot n’ knows what’s goin’ on, he just got nothin’ t’say.”

“I was very shy when I was young.” Ford commented casually. He didn't feel like mentioning why. “If Tate is anything like either of his parents he’s very intelligent.”

“Oh, he’s so much like both of us it’s scary. Ya know Emma-May, so clever n’ quiet n’ such. Tate’s got all that. But he already looks so much like me! But he’s got his mama’s hair! N’ Santy Claus brought ‘im this fun little fishin’ game where ya fish for plastic fish with a pole with a magnet on it, n’ he loves it! I can’t wait to take ‘im fishin’ when he’s big enough! Ya really outta give yourself a break n’ come down for a visit, he’d move to see his Uncle Ford again.”

Ford’s face felt hot. “Perhaps. Spring is when a lot of anomalies are active and breeding, so i would prefer not to miss that, but maybe I could visit for a weekend before that…”

“Well, no pressure, I won’t assume anythang until ya tell me to, just know there’s always a bed for ya here.”

“Thank you, Fiddleford. The same for you and your family. The clean air will do everyone some good.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” Fiddleford sighed happily and perked up. “So! Whatcha callin’ for? Not that I’m not happy just t’chat, but ya never call.”

Ford laughed and shrugged to himself. “I suppose I don’t. I’m sorry.”

“No need t’be sorry, Stanford, just wanna know what’s up.”

“Well, I was hoping to get your advice on something.”

“Shoot.”

“Um… well…” Ford rubbed the back of his neck, unsure how to tell him this. “I heard some unusual sounds outside today…”

“What kind of unusual sounds?”

“Cracks, like lightning. And some faint yelling.” Ford answered. “I thought it might be a tree branch or a new anomaly to catalogue, but when I opened the door a young girl was standing there in the snow with no coat.”

“Heavens! Is she alright?!”

“She’s okay, no frostbite. She was cold, but after sitting by the fire, drinking some hot chocolate, and changing into some dry clothes, she’s okay now.”

“Well, good.”

“So of course I brought her in. I tried to call her parents, she probably got lost playing…”

“Sure.”

“... but she says she doesn’t have any parents.”

“Oh.” Fiddleford sighed. “Oh. Now, wait, are ya sure she didn’t just say that so ya wouldn’t call?”

Ford chuckled and said, “I first thought that too, but she looked too sad to be lying.”

“Okay, I see. Does she got somebody ya can call?”

“She says she has a brother, but he was out there, too. So he is probably out there looking for her and therefore nowhere near a phone.”

“Fair enough, okay. So, I reckon y’all are waitin’ for him t’come ‘round.”

“Yup.”

“Well sounds to me like you’ve handled this all pretty well.” Fiddleford said confidently.

“You think so?” Ford asked. “I can’t help but feel like I’m doing something wrong. Like I’m missing something. Am I doing something wrong?”

“Nonsense, buddy, you’re doin’ great.” Fiddleford assured. “Look here, ya can’t just leave a young gurl out in the snow t’try t’find her way home...”

“I agree.”

“... so ya really got one option n’ that’s t’keep an eye on her n’ let her in as a guest. N’ ya tried t’call, but nothin’. The best thang ya can do right now is be there for this lil’lady n’ just be kind t’her. N’ if nobody comes for her by mornin’, why don’t ya go into town n’ see if anybody knows her, then they can help y’all out.”

Ford nodded, then remembered that his best friend couldn’t see it, so he said, “Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. Thank you, Fiddleford.”

“You’re welcome. N’ hey, are ya okay?” He asked seriously.

“Yes, yes I’m okay. I just want to make sure I do this right.”

“O’course. I understand. Ya want me t’come down there n’ give a hand?”

“No, that’s not necessary. I’m sure Mabel will find her brother in the morning.”

“Mabel, huh? Well, if y’all don’t, please call me. N’ even if ya do find her brother, call me. Keep me updated.”

“I will. Thank you, Fiddleford.”

“Anytime, Stanford.”

~~~~~~~~~~

When Mr. Ford gave Mabel the remote for the old TV and went into the kitchen, she decided to use her awesome detective skills to figure out what year it was. If it was before Grunkle Stan lived here and opened the Mystery Shack, she must be pretty far back in time. But she had no way of knowing if it was 1999 or 2005 or the 50s.

The TV was old, but so was Grunkle Stan’s in her time. So Mr. Ford could have had this TV for a long time and didn’t want to replace it.

Okay, so when was the TV made? Mabel didn’t know. Dipper would have known.

Okay, Grunkle Stan mentioned watching TV when he was a kid once or twice. So at least Mabel was when Stan was a kid, okay.

Mabel turned the TV on and it was in color. Okay, so she wasn’t too far back in time. But the TV was playing a commercial for clear skin. The picture was gritty and all the people in it had puffy hair and long socks and oh my god was that woman wearing legwarmers?! Mabel grinned at seeing her favorite fashion on TV, but then her face dropped. When was she?

She tapped her chin and tried to think of how to know the date without being suspicious. She could ask Mr. Ford, but that might be suspicious. Mabel decided to start flicking through channels to try to guess what year she was in based on what was airing. A lot of shows were about cowboys, space, or game shows. Huh. Okay.

All the TV shows were definitely older. Nothing her dad would watch from when he was a kid, so if Mabel had to guess by everyone’s crazy air, the cheesy TV shows, and the music occasionally playing, she was in the 70s.

Huh. Okay. But she needed an exact year. So Mabel turned off the TV, saw an old radio on a desk, and turned it on to listen.

“... cuz it’s cold doesn’t mean you can't boogie, folks! So grab someone you wanna get warm with, turn up the music, and get your bodies warm in the coolest way possible! Here’s Night Fever, by the Bee Gees!”

Mabel grinned at the disco music. Her personal favorite song from these guys was More Than a Woman, but Night Fever would do. For a moment Mabel forgot her mission, jumped off the couch and left the blanket behind, and in the over-sized gray t-shirt Mr. Ford gave her while her clothes were drying, she danced along to the music, singing the chorus since those were the only words she knew.

“When you reach out for me. Yeah, and the feelin' is right,

Then I get night fever, night fever. We know how to do it! Gimme that night fever, night fever. We know how to show it!”

Mabel laughed at herself as she spun around in her socks and tried to do the point-and-hype dance she didn’t know the name to, but everyone did it when a disco song played.

Little did she know that Ford had returned to check on her, and was smiling at her as she shook her hips and waved her hair around and had fun. He leaned against the doorway and planned to let her dance in peace, but when she did a spin and saw him, she grinned and took his hand. “C’mon, Mr. Ford, come dance with me!”

Ford chuckled and shook his head. “No, no! I can’t dance!”

“You got two legs that aren’t broken?”

“Yes.”

“Then you can dance! C’mon!” Mabel encouraged, let him go when they were both in the middle of the room, and she started to dance again. “Don’t make me dance alone!” She even pulled an evil move and gave him puppy eyes. Rude.

Ford smiled slyly at her and hesitantly copied her boogie moves. It was true that Ford never liked to dance, but there was no one around but Mabel, and though he had only known her for an hour or more, he was sure she would never make fun of him.

And he was right.

“Wow! Look at you, Mr. I-Can’t-Dance! Yeah!” Mabel hopped on the couch, standing, and took Ford’s hand. “Here, I’ll spin you!”

Ford laughed and allowed it, doing a single spin, but then scooping her in his arms to dip her and then let her down, making her laugh as they continued to dance.

“Alright alright, you crazy cats, that was Night Fever by the Bee Gees! It's a snowy day here in the heart of Oregon, with snow flurries coming in harder all night, but it should clear up by morning and be a fun day to go out and play! The date is January 26th, 1978 in case you gotta write a check or mail a thank you note to a friend or family member. I’m still writing letters for Christmas! We’ll be right back with some of your favorites after a word or two from our sponsors, so don’t go anywhere!”

Mabel stared at the radio. “Wow, 1978.” She breathed. Her parents were only kids right now, maybe only six or seven-years-old. Wow.

Ford chuckled. “I know, I’m still in the bad habit of writing ‘77.”

Mabel realized her mistake, but was grateful her host misunderstood her. “Me too.”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for dinner. How about some ramen noodles?”

“Yes, please! Can we play a game after we eat?”

“Sure. I don’t have many board games, but I do have a deck of cards.”

“Do you know any card tricks?!”

“A few.” Ford admitted, wiggling his fingers. “There are some advantages to having more fingers than average.”

Mabel grinned up at him and followed him to the kitchen for dinner.

#GF #fanfiction #gravity falls #gravity falls au #timestuck au #ford and mabel bonding #Fiddleford McGucket #dancing #night fever #snow day

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preachyoung · 4 years

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Hey! I love your work and I was wondering if you can make an imagine about Lucas in when he is sick and the S/O takes care of him. Can you make it explicit and mature please?

hello! sorry it took so long to finish this, I hope you like it!

“i told you to dry up after playing in the rain! now you’re sick.” you mumbled.

on the way back from an event you both attended two days ago, the sky was pouring heavily. lucas was talking about how ‘romantic’ it would be to dance in the rain, it’ll be ‘just like in the movies’. you weren’t a hundred percent convinced because (1) you didn’t want to ruin the one and only expensive dress he bought for you (2) the fact that it was literally pouring outside.

but when he stopped in front of your shared apartment, the rain wasn’t as heavy as before. that’s when lucas got out of the car, stood in the middle of the road, waiting for you. if you look closely enough, you could see the droplets of rain slowly dripping down against his forehead to his cheek to his chin and finally drip down to his neck and chest. his white shirt was starting to soak, the material sticking to his body like a sealed package.

you sigh and shake your head, defeated by his sincerity. you took off your heels and got out of the car, joining your boyfriend, his hand sticking out for you to hold. obviously the both of you didn’t know how to dance, mostly just swaying around with your arms around his neck, and his hands resting your waist. lucas even carried you bridal style before you went into the apartment. it was romantic indeed, but when it comes to the consequences, you both didn’t think much of it. or should it be lucas didn’t think much of it.

oh is that the record player? scratch that please.

now, he was off schedule due to his fever and a flu. whining and grunting like a big baby for you to take care of.

“ugh, they didn’t show this part where you fall sick in the movies.” he complained, lying down on the living room couch with his arm over his head.

you rolled your eyes at him and chuckled. “that’s because they dry themselves up with a towel once they get back inside. but you decided to just sit under the fan because it was cooling.” you replied to your whiny boyfriend.

you were making porridge for him, learning from youtube for a Hong Kong styled one so he could feel like home. even though lucas has been saying that whatever you cook for him already makes him feel like home.

with the hot bowl of porridge in your hand, you asked him to sit up so you could feed him.

“come on, ah.” you said, blowing on the spoonful of porridge before feeding it to lucas’s mouth. after a couple of complaints from him - ‘the porridge is too hot!’ and ‘you didn’t blow on it this time.’ and also ‘can you feed me like those babies where an aeroplane is coming towards my mouth?’ . finally finishing it, you went back to the kitchen and cleaned everything up before going back to the living room couch.

he looked up at you and patted the space in front of him, indicating that you should cuddle. you smiled and lay down next to him. the tv was on, volume down low enough for you to listen to what the actors were saying, thank god for subtitles. even with just the ceiling fan spinning at a medium speed, lucas’s body felt warmer than usual due to his fever. he was softly snoring away, his arm lazily draped over your body.

as the movie continued playing on the screen, you felt lucas shifting his hips closer to yours. the feeling wasn’t foreign, soft groans and moans of your name escaped from his mouth, gradually grinding his hard on to your ass.

is he having a wet dream…….?

you turned around to face him, trying your best to not fall off the couch. you put your hand on his face, casually rubbing your thumb on his cheek. you planted a soft kiss on his lips, then his forehead then his neck. it was just enough to stir him up from his nap.

“what are you doing, babe?” he asked, eyes still half droopy, and a sly smile plastered on his face.

“my question is, what am i doing in your dreams?” you said, continue placing open wet kisses on his neck, earning a low moan from him.

“f-fuck, you were o-on your knees, sucking me-” lucas stuttered, as he was told to sit up, eyeing your every action.

you smirked.

you tapped his thighs, signalling him to spread his legs apart. his hard cock could be seen so obviously with his basketball shorts material being so thin. also his habit of not wearing underwear at home. you kneeled on the floor, right in the middle of the empty space of his legs. your fingers inch their way up from his thighs to his prominent boner, tracing the outline of his cock before pulling his waistband, allowing his cock to spring up free from the restriction of his basketball shorts.

his tip was red and fuming, pre-cum leaking. you looked up at him with doe eyes, blowing cool air onto his tip. lucas’ body shivered in response. his lips were plump from biting down too much and his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

you licked your lips before licking a thick strip from the base of his cock to the tip, tasting his pre-cum. you swirl your tongue on his tip, then swallowing his cock whole without warning. lucas’ hips jerked up with instinct, one hand on your hair and another gripping the blanket next to him.

“j-just like that, baby.” he encouraged you. you moan in response, the vibrations sending goosebumps all over his body.

before he could finish, you suck him off with a loud ‘pop’, not giving him the chance to cum. you lifted your head, saliva drooling down your chin with a mix of his shoot, lips pink and plump.

“what else did i do? i’m sure i did more than just be on my knees for you, right baby?” you cooed as you stood up in front of him.

lucas looked at you, frustrated as his high was gradually fading. he let out a loud sigh.

“i pound in you hard, right here.” he smirked before putting his hand against your clothed core. you were so turned on by the whole thing, you didn’t even realize your juices were soaking through your shorts.

“so wet. just for me.” he cooed.

he pulled you closer by your waist, tugging on your waistband and pulled your shorts along with your panties, discarding it somewhere in the living room. his hands cupped your naked heat, adding a little pressure on your clit, causing you to let out a whimper.

“lie down, princess. make yourself comfortable.” lucas said with a raspy voice. you did as told, switching positions with your boyfriend.

“you’re so fucking wet, look at you.” he said as he stares at your dripping core while holding your legs apart. you moaned at his praise towards you, feeling your cheeks grow hot from how exposed you are to your lover of six months.

lucas planted a harsh kiss on your lips before lining himself up at your entrance, teasing your folds and collecting your juices with the tip of his cock.

“just put it in already!” you complained. lucas smiled at you before obliging your demand. low groans and whimpers left the both of your mouths. your eyes rolling at the back of your head from how good his cock was stretching you out, filling you up to the maximum.

lucas started at a slow pace, progressively increasing his pace until snapping his hips against yours, making you both a moaning mess. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer towards you, hands grabbing his hair as he rests his head in the crook of your neck.

you could imagine what you look like right now : sweaty with your hair sticking on your face and neck; lucas’ hair ruffled and messy from how much tugging you did; the hickies he gave you while pounding harshly into your wet cunt.

“i-i’m so close.” you whine. lucas moved his thumb to your clit, rubbing it in circles, trying to help you reach your high faster.

“where do you want me to cum, y/n?” he whispered next to your ear before letting out a loud groan, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

“just cum inside me, im on the pill.” you said.

with one last stroke, lucas whimpered as he filled you up with his shoot, slowing down his pace as you both came. you smiled at each other sheepishly as you took in his beautiful face.

“i thought you were sick. i’m surprised you could fuck.” you smiled at him as he cleaned you up.

“i was until i had that dream. you’re my medicine i guess?” he chuckled. blush creeping up his cheeks as he realized what he said was so cheesy.

“yeah right.”

#nct #nct writers #nct x reader #nct xuxi #lucas #nct lucas #wayv lucas #wayv #nct scenarios #nct smut #nct lucas smut #lucas smut #wayv smut #nct wayv

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pixelwisp-archive · 3 years

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Hi Ori! Can I ask you your favorite selfship and as many headcanons as you want about you two?

Khooshaaaaaa thank you sm for feeding my hyperfixation on Makki 😩🖤 I’m probably gonna get very carried away with this LMAO I’m so sorry

-His contact name: ✨Fuckass💕✨

-My contact name: Stinky💛

- Pet names: Babe, Baby, nerd (affectionate), he’s also prone to saying dramatic shit to be dinkus like ‘how is the light of my life doing today’

-We have a fake engagement ring so we can fake public proposals for free shit shdfjsjdjd

- He def has a second TikTok account that he doesn’t tell me about and it isn’t until his series of “things my girlfriend cried about this week” comes up on my fyp that I find it LMAO

- in response, I start making those ‘guessing my bf’s replies’ and he gets lowkey so triggered lmao (literally just this )

-if he has thirst traps (which he totally does) I send them to Mattsun and Iwa and they stitch it copying him and making fun and theirs always goes fucking viral lol

- He buys flowers all the time but he purposefully picks out the ugliest he can find and he’ll made a joke like “they reminded me of you babe, heinous 💖” but in actuality he buys the ugly ones because he knows no one else will and he lowkey wants them to feel loved before they eventually die 🥺

- I said this before in an ask to someone once but we are the CEO’s of making fun of Iwaizumi for being such a gym rat lmao please whenever he so much as mentions it we recite the student athlete copypasta

- Stop Grinding?😂 The Grind Never Stops💯 No Breaks😈 We Stay Dream Chasing💪I don't get a break ✊ I'll be out here grinding 😈 Imma be chasing dreams while you're lounging 💯 the only thing i'm chasing🏃🏽😈is my dreams💭✊🏽keep grinding 💯RIP grandma👵🏼Romans 8:1🙏🏼busy?😂 you don't know🤔 what busy is 🏃🏽fam👐🏻 i won't🙅🏻ever stop my grind💯nothing gets handed to me 🙄🙅🏻‍♂️ I work for everything I got ‼️but we ain't done yet 💯😈👀 Nap?😂 I don't know that word😴 while you taking Z's 💤 I'm making W's🙌🏆U snooze you lose😤🤘can kill my ambition💯😈🙏🏻 i will never stop grinding🙏🏻even when im dead sleep is for the weak😴💯 U mean my TEAM⁉️ONE eats, we ALL eat🍽We out here grindin' together💪😤 THAT'S family💯😈

- also either one of us could start a vine and the other will finish it no matter where we are.

- Me, from the kitchen: Road work ahead?

- Makki, from the other side of the apartment: uh yeah, I sure hope it does

-Makki, brushing his teeth: Two bros chillin in the hot tub

-Me, in the shower: Five feet apart cause they’re not gay 😌✨

- we like have passionate debates but we rarely actually fight??? Like it def happens but it’s usually over something stupid lmao

- If we ever DO get into an argument, If I’m in the wrong I will literally crumble almost immediately. I will prob leave the room angry and in like a half hour I’ll scamper back out pathetically and the second he so much as looks my way I’ll just start crying and apologizing because The guilt eats me alive lmao.

- If he’s in the wrong, there will prob be a short silent treatment as he lowkey stews in his guilt and I’m too upset to talk to him, but then he shoots me a link to a Spotify playlist he made from the other room

- It would literally be something like this

- and I would forgive him on the spot lmao stop he’s so fucking stupid I love him

- Tbh I hate the fact that Furudate didn’t give him a job so I hc that he does some sort of freelance work - either IT/web dev, video editing, or even a private tutor (or maybe he’s an overachiever and does all 3 💅 can’t stop him)

- He is such a gossip whore and even though I pretend I’m ~above~ drama I fucking live for the tea so the two of us are absolute menaces having gossip sessions after work like

- Anime marathons, snuggled on the couch, doesn’t get bothered when I wanna pause to discuss like every 5 minutes because I’m ADHD and a certified mess

- He has a Sixth Sense when it comes to me having a bad day (no dumbass you’ve just been ranting in the gc since 9am) so he always has dinner and a little pamper session planned on those days and tbh I WILL cry on the spot (I’m a crier if you couldn’t tell fklasdf;jasd)

- him, constantly: I love you biiiiitch, I ain’t never gonna stop lovin you, biiitch

- HE IS SO GOOD WITH KIDS and tbh I’m normally on board with the dink lifestyle but he would make the baby fever so bad jfc

-ok this is getting ridiculous I’ll stop now I just love him a whole lot 😩🖤

#orimakki #whispers #familiars #khoosha #I wanna have cuter tags but im ~uncreative~

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iphoenixrising · 4 years

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I did not expect people to want more of the thing *shrugs*

Thank-you for the comments on my assholery with cliff hangers @txbookeater, I love you too babe <3. So much love to electra-iphigenie, emjalen, ships-lover, and @chibinightowl for talking up that post. Based on this thing. Warning for triggering themes. Be aware of good boyfriending, kink negotiations, and mentions of past sexual assault.

Proceed at your own risk

He takes in a breath, blank for a second, his brain catching up. “Could it possibly be in the bathroom before I get in a nice, hot shower? Followed by a few hours of unconsciousness? That would be really amazing right about now.”

Deflection is an art form, and he really is a master. He shrugs off his bag, gives him an opportunity to turn away, aware of eyes and how he’s dragging ass, feeling off and irritable. His brain doesn’t have to keep moving from one thing to the next, and things are slowing down. A shudder runs like cold fingers down his spine.

“I think I’d rather ya do it right here, Tim,” and there’s no Sweets, Baby, or any other endearments to make this easier on him. Nope.

(It’s fine. Breathe. Just some bruises. They’ve seen worse, had worse. They’re all adults here.)

“Jay, I am tired–” “You’re looking shaky, a little strung out.” Dick, at least, makes it gentle. “And I saw it already, so we both know. I’d rather see the damage without your shirt in the way.” “Then, we’re gonna talk ‘bout why ya didn’t tell us right away.” “Mmhm, we might need to have another talk about the rules when we play.” “You’re blowing this out of proportion,” he argues gently, rubbing his hands and wrists because his fingers are tingling. “We had a play date, and by the time I was getting...you know, sore, I was already at work, you were on patrol–” “You didn’t say a word about it to me,” Dick cuts in, “and you absolutely should have. Now, I’m wondering if you really do know your limits, and if I can trust you enough to stop us when you need to.” “I...I didn’t–” yes. Yes I did.

It’s as simple as breathing in too sharply, his ears suddenly ringing, and there’s rubber in his mouth, his teeth probably cutting into it, and it hurts. Normally, he’s okay with rough and multiple rounds, loves how they get when they need control, to feel like there’s something in their hands that can’t just be taken away.

He gets it. Loves that their go-to outlet for it...is him.

Even if he can’t come again, it still usually feels amazing, and crazy in his brain because they want him this much. Really, he loves them.

(The bell clenched in his fist is making an indent in his palm. His chest constricts, just like last time, but he can at least gasp through the holes in the gag. So he doesn’t need to drop it. He wants to. It hurts and he wants to, but he doesn’t. He can take it. He’s had worse. This is for them.)

Neither of them noticed it had gone from amazing to uncomfortable to painful, and he didn’t drop the bell. He didn’t tell them to stop, so really, it’s on him isn’t it?

Bile rushes up his throat, bringing him back to the very real present where Dick and Jay are suddenly really close, and he realizes he’s just sitting in Dick’s lap, shaking like a leaf.

His face is wet, his chest hitching.

He doesn’t puke, so that is about a million points.

But, he is absolutely falling the utter fuck apart and that just isn’t conducive to his attempt at coming home to snuggle and pass out in blissful unconsciousness.

(This is his life. Seriously.)

“Shit, shit, shit,” the first attempt to move is right out the window because he’s on octopus hold lockdown.

(On one hand it feels nice to be held. On the other, he can’t escape and it feels restrictive, stifling, terrifying.)

“Hey, hey, Baby. Lookey here. That’s it, that’s good.” Jay is rubbing palms up and down the top of his calves, up to his knees and down to his ankles. He’s talking low and gentle. “I’m going ta the kitchen, n’ getcha some water. Then, we’re gonna talk ‘bout what’s doing, you feel me? If me and Dickie are gonna be able ta take care a’ ya, then we gotta know what’s in yer head.”

He’s breathing too hard, too fast, his hearing spotty at best.

“Ssshhh. You’re having a panic attack, Timmy. You’re hyperventilating, so I need for you to calm down now, okay?”

Then Dick’s chest is under his tingling fingers, and the exaggerated breathing helps him slow it down, take back some of the control over his body.

He doesn’t feel like he’s going to pass out or puke, so the day is looking up.

The absurdity of that thought it the thing that really makes him laugh, the sound hoarse, choked.

“Okay, okay, you’re doing good, Timmy, just stay with me,” and he didn’t notice when Dick started rocking back-and-forth in a soothing motion, or when Jay got back and slid a hand around the nape of his neck.

He’s still shaky as fuck, curled up against Dick’s warmth, and fuck is he cold and wrung out. It feels like a high fever, joints achy, brain foggy, reaction time slow.

“...it’s a fucking drop, Dick. Look at ‘im!” “I’ve never heard of a delayed response like this.” “Knew we shoulda waiting ta scene. He went right from bed ta the pressure cooker, Dick.” “I should have picked up on it when I went to see him.” “S’all right, least we know what ta do now,” and Jay bends, pulls and lifts him like he isn’t a full grown man, pulling him in tight. “Need ta getcha all warm n’ snuggled, don’t we, Baby?”

Dick is throwing back the covers, but Tim doesn’t want to get in bed, not smelling like antiseptic and and bleach, but being warm, being able to hide his face in the pillow is really appealing.

He nods in Jay’s shoulder and lets just the scrub top be pulled off, leaving him in the nerd shirt underneath. He’s glad for it, already vulnerable, cold, shaky.

A straw to his mouth from no where and water before hands are helping him scoot over gingerly in the middle before flopping down on his good side with two warm vigilantes like bookends. Gentle circles on his back while Dick snakes an arm under his head, pulls him closer.

“All right, that’s better.”

That hand hits a tender spot, and the flinch is automatic. “Sorry, Timmy. Once yer all warm, we’ll lookit how bad, yeah? Gonna lemme see, and it’s gonna be all right. S’ just me n’ Dickie.”

It’s awful because the two wrapped around him is fucking close to perfect and he isn’t feeling as shitty as he was at the ominous picture they made when he first walked in, and yeah, yeah, maybe it was stupid to try hiding it from them. He’s fuzzy about it, but he’s pretty sure that’s a rule somewhere in the Do’s and Don’ts for Playtime talk.

He probably going to get a lecture. Possibly two.

“Sorry,” he finally says, voice stronger because his throat doesn’t feel like raw hamburger anymore. “I...that wasn’t supposed to happen. I don’t know why it was bad, but I’m s–”

“The only thing that would make me angry right now is if you apologize again,” Dick follows it up with scritches to take the sting out of it. “Something triggered you to have a severe drop, Timmy, and if you could tell us what happened, it would help us to make sure it doesn’t happen again. Can you understand that? We need to know so we don’t accidentally hurt you?”

He goes still and his chest hurts just a little.

“I...I should have safeworded out,” it hurts to say, “I sh-should have dropped it, but I thought I could take it, and then things got weird and my brain just, and I thought if I did it would be weak and-and you didn’t need that, and I-I just. I’m sore and it hurt and I didn’t– it’s my fault, okay. I should have because I know that’s a rule somewhere.”

and he keeps babbling on, rambling with his eyes getting hot and his vigilante boyfriends petting him, rocking with him, letting everything just pour out of him without stopping him or pulling away, just–

Dealing with his special brand of insanity. (Those darn abandonment issues. Golly, some day he won’t feel like his chest is being ripped open viciously with fear they’re going to walk the fuck out of his life and never come back.)

He’s finally talked out, feeling like ass about fucking up their morning.

“Your color is coming back, that’s good.” “Warmed all up, Dickie. Time ta tell it like it is.” Well. Shit.

“Yeah, yeah okay,” and he blinks up out of Dick’s chest with his eyes still puffy and his side tender, those blue eyes dark with something hard to interpret.

“I’m not happy you didn’t tell us immediately because we agreed to communicate about these things. D&S can be scarring, and this is just an example of how people get hurt.”

“And I’m going to say this now so you understand how important it is. About the fact you didn’t safeword.” Dick’s chest expands, hitches, “You need to know, you’re not only protecting yourself when you do, but you’re protecting us, too.”

“I don’t–”

“Tim. I’ve been sexually assaulted several times, and you know that. So... knowing I hurt you that way makes me sick inside, okay. Can you– can you understand that?”

“I-I fuck, Dick, I’m–” “Please don’t say it. No more sorries. But, it’s important you understand Jay and I have our own traumas, so if you, not us, want to keep trying this, we have to navigate more carefully.”

Behind him, Jay’s forehead is nestled in the dip at the base of his neck, and a hard breath whistles down the back of his shirt.

He despairs inside at how Dick and Jay must be feeling, how bad it looked to them that Tim hadn’t come clean, hadn’t safeworded at all. “I fucked up. I won’t do it again, I promise.”

Dick presses a gentle kiss in his hair, and Jay nuzzles against his throat.

He gets more sips of water and eventually a panini and soup. There’s more cuddles and warmth, more talk that sucks the breath out of them all.

His head wraps around the rules differently this time, taking careful note of the way Dick’s expression gets shuddered and Jay goes still. He assures them he still does want playtime sometimes, shoots down the notion he’s only doing it for them, tells them that when his brain is too full and he needs to give up control, he doesn’t want to do it with anyone else but them.

He realizes it’s because somewhere, he knows they’ll take care of him...if he lets them.

Then his shirt comes off so the deep bruises can have Alfred’s magical concoction spread over. His cheeks are pink when he’s laid out on his stomach with the scrub pants tossed off the bed. Soft praise while he’s spread open by gentle hands to make sure he’s not torn. Bruised and sore yeah, but nothing too awful. He gets a pair of Dick’s cut-off sweatpants that still hit him below the knee and one of Jay’s shirts that he practically swims in, but he feels about a million times better just wearing their clothes.

And when they’re careful with him for the next few days, when love making is tender and slow, when touches are easy with his bruises in mind, when everything is verbal and consent is crucial, he make more of an effort to stomp down the urges to push his limits, push himself. He stomps down on those stupid recriminations and uncertainties, tries to remember that these two could be literally anywhere else in the world, and yet, here they are at his side.

He gets to have vigilantes bleeding on his fire escape, and the men under the mask in his bed, in his shower, in his kitchen, in his life.

The next scene he yellows, gets a much needed pause before they continue, and the aftercare is truly a thing of beauty.

#safewording out #dickjaytim #dr!tim #continued ask #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #my fic #my drab #warnings for triggering theme #submissive!tim drake #save this boy #winter rambles

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flowerbeom · 5 years

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Tension | Im Jaebeom

Jaebeom x Female!Reader

Genre: Smut, angsty smut. With a dash of fluff.

Warnings: None really, but since it’s smut - female masturbation, fingering, cunnilingus, thigh riding, sex... and swearing I guess.

Words: 6.66k the devil works hard, but Jaebeom works harder

Concept: When you punish him you ruining your plans once again, he seeks forgiveness in the most sinful ways possible. Making you count each time…

A/N: Inspired by the JUS2 Japan photo shoot, and the gif above. Just the thought of Jaebeom staring at you through frosted glass... And fuck, I’m terrified to post this. This is my first ever smut and I’m shit scared. If it’s shit, please for the love of god tell me to never write smut again. I beg you.

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You’ve postponed it three times; your anniversary celebration getting delayed with Jaebeom’s ever demanding schedule. Each plan diminished in grandeur, each date dwindled in flare. Settling on a quiet dinner at a favored restaurant was enough to suffice the simple desire to be with him, spend time with him; enjoy the presence that you had been so unkindly denied. But as you sat at the corner table, playing with the softened wax of the candle you were staring into, you couldn’t say that you didn’t expect anything less. Your second glass of wine, almost empty, mocked you as you tipped it against your lip to drain the liquid down your throat. Your phone buzzed against the tabletop.

Baby, I’m so sorry.

It always starts like this.

I know I always start off like that.

Oh good, he’s become self aware.

Filming has run over time, I don’t know when I’ll get there. But I’ll be there, I promise!

You allowed yourself another twenty minutes. Twenty five minutes because you loved him, ever so much. Watching the third glass of wine empty just a bit more with each time you placed it back on the table, your eyes narrowed as the hands on your watch ticked over. Times up, sweetheart. You tipped your chin to the waiter, scribbling your finger against an invisible cheque in the air.

Paying for the alcohol tasted far less bitter than leaving alone, again. But alas, there was always next time. Getting into the taxi, you failed to see Jaebeom’s car shriek to a halt in front of the restaurant. You swore you thought you saw him tumble out of the car through the side-view mirror, but ignored the notion altogether; too far-fetched to be true.

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“My apologies sir, but that table has already left.” Jaebeom swallowed down the disappointment that bubbled up in the pit of his stomach, only because he knew yours would be worse. Shuffling out of the restaurant, he hustled back into his car; hoping to catch you before you decided the night had died altogether.

He thought he had made it. Pulling into the driveway, his eyes widened at the sight of the hallway light turning on through the window. As he stepped out of the car, he watched each window illuminate as his eyes followed what would have been your path through the house and upstairs to the bedroom. Racing in, Jaebeom followed your trail of breadcrumbs; your purse on the table near the stairs, your shoes at the end of the bed and your dress on the floor by the bathroom door.

Hearing the shower start, Jaebeom placed a timid hand on the bathroom door; pushing it open to slide his body through the gap.

“Baby? I’m-I’m home.” His body stiffened, his eyes locked on your figure as it stepped into the shower. Drinking in every line and curve your body had on display, Jaebeom’s hands involuntarily went to his shirt, fingers moving to unbutton the garment as he stepped towards you.

The water stung as it hit your skin, the hot water grating down your body. Craning your head back, you let the water pour over you, soaking every inch of you in an attempt to wash away the disappointment coursing through you.

You opened your eyes, catching a shadow against the tiles beside you. Turning, lazy eyes locked on Jaebeom; his shirt unbuttoned, his suit jacket still on.

“Oh, you're home.” Matter of fact, tone: indistinct. Combing your fingers through your hair, the warmth of the water started to flush your skin.

“I'm sorry. I trie-”

“I know, baby. It’s okay.” A strained smile tugged on the corners of Jaebeom's mouth, the remorse keeping on his face. A gentle smile and a coy wink eased Jaebeom, his features softening after your gestures.

Hands curling around the lapels of his jacket, he shrugged it off his shoulders; his shirt pulling open to expose more of his body. You could see the look in his eyes had shifted; once guilt ridden, now swam with hunger. Pushing water off your eyes, you watched as Jaebeom stripped off his shirt; the fabric sliding down the lengths of his tensed arms. His smile looked sweet, but his eyes swore trouble.

“What are you doing?” Rubbing soap between your hands, your eyebrow cocked suspiciously.

“Getting undressed. What else could I be doing?” Letting his shirt fall to the floor, Jaebeom pushed his hair off his face; every muscle on display tensing as he breathed. Your eyes glided down his torso, flickering with every groove and line between his toned muscles in time with your hands as they traveled down your body.

“Why?” Bending over to massage soap into your legs, your ears twinged; the unmistakable clicks of Jaebeom’s belt unfastening behind the glass.

“I wouldn’t shower fully dressed, would I?” His voice was laced with mischief, and you swore you could see the smirk that ticked his jaw without looking up.

“I’m not done.” Deadpan.

“I know, I plan to join in.” A snicker peppered his statement; his hands instantly halting when your eyes shot up at him. Slowly arching up to stand, your face stiffened; hands smoothing back your hair.

“What if I don’t want you to join me?” You sounded coy, playful, vexing; hands curling around your waist to smooth soap and water into the skin. Jaebeom’s bottom lip sucked between his teeth; adam’s apple bobbing harshly as he swallowed down hard.

“I want to hold you, kiss you. Please.” His face crumpled adoringly; his mouth fashioning into a pout as his eyebrows furrowed when you replied only with a teasing shake of your head.

“Come on, don’t make me wait.” Your tongue dug into the side of your cheek, your face lowering to stare Jaebeom coldly in the eye.

“Make you wait?” The laugh that tumbled out of your mouth was low and cold, sending chills down Jaebeom’s spine. Your entire body relaxed, your resolve set onto making Jaebeom swallow those words like a bad pill.

Eyes dark and fiery, you tipped your head back; letting water run down your face and body. Your hands began to trace the skin along your torso; fingers travelling across your ribs to play with the supple flesh of your breasts. Toying with the curves and peaks with the tips of your fingers, little shivers floated over your skin; an incensing giggle filtered through your teeth.

Head still tipped back, you ran your hands, as if pressed together in prayer, along your sternum to grasp your neck; pushing up your breasts with your forearms in the process. You heard the door move, yet your leg was quick to kick it back shut.

Hand flat against the glass, Jaebeom met your glare with eyes full of shock. Keeping your foot firm against the door, you let one of your hands fall from your neck; letting it glide down your front, guided by the water falling onto you. You pushed your breasts higher, the hand rubbing your neck now caressing your cheek to run a idle finger across your lips.

Jaebeom’s eyes narrowed, locked onto your merciless stare as your hand continued to travel down; wrapping around your waist while you curled your body against it. Rolling your hips into your hand, you lifted it from your waist to run your nails down your thigh; edging closer and closer to your core.

You smirked when you saw Jaebeom scrape his tongue against his teeth, biting down onto it to stop him from snarling. Water ran down your face, pooling into your open mouth as you bit your finger teasingly; every muscle in his body tensing rigidly from your toying.

“Are you okay, baby?” Taunting, you lifted your leg higher. Everything on show for him. Jaebeom cleared his throat to speak but the words caught in the back of it when your fingers began to slide languidly between your folds.

You pushed your hair off your face again, opting to keep your hand behind you; gripping onto the shower head. Arching your back, you pushed yourself into your fingers, a muffled growl echoing deep in your throat.

A hard slap broke your euphoria, your eyes shooting forward to see Jaebeom’s hand gripping the top of the shower door; arm shaking with frustration. Leaning forward, his eyes bore through the glass; though all you could do was snicker as your feverish fingers made your body heat rise and your muscles taut.

“Baby, are you okay?” Voice soaked in provocation, you pulled your hand back, resting it coolly on the flesh below your belly button. Jaebeom’s jaw ticked, eyes slit with a furious passion.

“Are you going to let me in, or are you going to make me watch?” His voice was hard, sharp and grit through his teeth. You felt powerful behind the glass. Everything he wanted, everything he needed was behind the glass. You put your body on display and it made you hungry, starved, absolutely ravenous with desire; desire to make him wait. To make him eat his words. Lowering your eyes to meet his stare, your hand lowered in kind; just enough for the tip of your finger to hover over your clit. You spoke slowly, but clear enough for Jaebeom to stand rigid; his body stiff and heaving, his breath clouding against the glass.

“Watch.”

Slow, intense circles stimulated your clit; your fingertip rubbing against you with a burning intensity. The hand gripping the shower head pulled on it, your body arching against your hand. You could feel Jaebeom leaning heavy on the door, your foot staying firm against it. The pressure in your core began to rise, your fingertip becoming two, moved in fevered figure-eights; reeling you to the edge.

Jaebeom growled, a groan of resentment and pleasure; you could see how torn he was. You watched as he slipped his hand beneath his waistband. You hissed loudly, pulling his eyes from your erotic motions to your piercing stare.

“No touching.” He seethed, taking his hand from off his throbbing penis to meet his other at the top of the shower door. Jaebeom was angry. Aroused, but angry.

Water running over your face and down your body, you stared madly into Jaebeom’s eyes as you slipped two fingers in. A rasping moan fell out of your mouth, your thumb replacing your fingertips to roll over your bundle of sensitive nerves.

Jaebeom’s knuckles were white, threatening to tear the shower door apart. His body was tense and wrought as he took in jagged breaths as he stood helpless behind the glass. Rendered powerless as he watched you pull yourself to bliss. The way his abs clenched when he pulled in rasping breaths fueled you. You could get drunk on his body on any given day; but seeing how frenzied you made him drove you high with lust.

Your movements were becoming sloppy, the leg holding the door shut began to shake and your grip on the shower head became tighter. Moans and indecipherable words tumbled past your lips, your body quivering as your fingers continued to pump in and out of you.

You could feel it coming; the inevitable crash waiting for you at the end of all your efforts. Jaebeom could see it too, with how your chest began to heave, how your lips sucked between your teeth and how your eyes glazed over. Your fingers soaked in your fluids, slipped in and out swiftly, your core tightening around them as your body sprinted towards the edge, ready to crash into the orgasm you weren’t looking for or knew you needed.

“Do it.” Jaebeom commanded; voice drowning in craving. You swallowed harshly at the sound of his voice swimming in your ears; his low timbre making you shake. You snarled, a demonic smirk cracking your lips apart as your fingers worked you.

“Come for me.” As the last word floated past Jaebeom’s lips, a gasp followed quickly after as you tore your fingers from your core. You lowered your leg, standing upright and calm. Rubbing your hands together under the running water, you turned to face the shower.

“Wha-wait.. What?” Shrill, confused, muddled in his arousal. Craning your chin over your shoulder, your tongue found the corner of your mouth.

“What?” Coy, squeezing shampoo into your hands.

“You’re.. You’re not going to finish?” Jaebeom released his grip on the shower door, stepping back to shove his hands in his pockets; rearranging himself under the fabric of his pants. The look he gave you was raw; unsatisfied and almost betrayed. He tried not to show his irritation as he palmed himself over his underwear. You tried not to laugh, tried not to see how uncomfortably erect he was and tried not to relish in how proud it made you.

“I’m going to finish showering. I’ll be out in a minute. You can wait that long, can’t you?” Pushing his chin out, Jaebeom scowled; his tongue scraping along his bottom teeth as his eyes burned into you. You turned to face him, lifting your hands to comb shampoo through your hair and smirked at his sulking. Letting your naked body glisten under the water, Jaebeom drowned in the image. You watched him turn slowly, hands still buried in his pockets as he left the bathroom. A flicker of a laugh tickled your lungs, but you knew this wasn’t over.

Wringing water from your hair, you pulled the towel from the rack. You glided it over your skin, still caught in a haze of your own doing. Wrapping it around your body, you stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, lit only from the light coming from Jaebeom’s phone. You crossed the room, dragging your hand over the curtain, pulling it open to flood the room with moonlight.

From the window, you could see Jaebeom laying on his bare stomach. Elbows propped up with a pillow wedged under his chest. You could tell he was mindlessly scrolling; trying to distract himself. You stepped to sit beside him, pulling the towel tightly across your chest as you bent down to kiss the space between his shoulder blades. His skin was cold, yet he was the one who shuddered under your touch. You slid a hand across his back to hold him, pulling yourself into his side as you kissed him again. And again. And again; across his back and shoulders until you heard him whimper.

Jaebeom shifted onto his side, leaning against an elbow as he looked up at you. He pressed his body into you, and you could feel how desperately hard he still was through the thin coverage of your towel. The hand holding him resting on his waist, your fingers caressed his skin softly; his eyes folding shut at your touch. He rocked his head back, his neck catching the moonlight. You sprung forward, wanting to press your lips against it but Jaebeom caught your shoulders; pushing you back as he sat up. His stare was hollow.

“Why did you do that?” Pained.

“What? Before, in the shower?” He sat up straight, shuffling down the bed to sit shoulder to shoulder with you. He rested his chin on your shoulder, looking up at you through his fringe. Jaebeom hummed as he slowly slid his hand under your towel and around your waist.

“Mmmm, I was in the mood to mess with you.” You flinched as his fingers gripped your waist. You were teasing him, and he wasn’t pleased.

“I was upset, our plans fell through again.” His hand fell from your waist, his eyes dropped from yours.

“Baby! Baby I know it wasn’t your fault.” You urged, bringing your hands to his face to bring his gaze back.

“But there you were! Topless, knocking on the shower door asking, begging me not to make you wait! And I snapped! I-I… I didn’t like hearing that..” You kissed his forehead and you felt both his arms slide under your towel to pull you into him; his embrace almost crushing as he held you.

You found his stare. It had morphed and the pain that glazed them were replaced with a fire you knew all too well. Jaebeom’s lips parted, his tongue tracing the edges of them. You saw him contemplating the look you were giving him. He knew you were reading him, and he wanted that. He wanted you to know exactly what he wanted, exactly what he was going to do.

Digging his fingers into your waist, Jaebeom pulled you across his lap; flipping you onto your back. Kneeling over you, Jaebeom gently brushed off the damp strands of hair that had clung to your cheek. Curious fingers pulled open your towel and off your body. The night air nipped at your skin. Your arms curling around your body instinctively; your legs clamping together on reflex. Jaebeom tutted, his drilling stare made your hands relax and pull away as he slowly traced a single finger down your body. From your throat to your navel, he was drawing a line of attack, and you knew he wouldn’t hold back.

Through his gentle touches, you could feel the fire-hot blood coursing through his veins with the subtle grazes he left on your naked body. Was it his turn? His turn to play? Your turn to wait?

You thought you had punished him. Punished him enough for standing you up once again. Despite the fact that it wasn’t his fault, and it never is, you couldn’t help but feel dismissed, neglected, abandoned. So, you thought you’d toy with him a little, make him feel an ounce of what you had felt. But now as you lay beneath him, his hard body hovering over you, his gaze penetrating your wavering facade; you knew you shouldn’t have tested him. You shouldn’t have challenged a man whose hunger rivaled your own.

“How many times did I fuck up our plans?” His eyes blackened as he lowered his face to yours.

“Three times?” You nodded, licking the dryness from your lips; your body feeling small under his hold.

“Three times.” His breath hot against your ear. “Don’t forget to count.”

He angled his body to push your legs apart, hands pressing on the mattress under you as he crawled up your body. Faces meeting with only a breath apart, Jaebeom caught your lips in his, kissing you with a fever you both shared. His hand slid behind your neck, fingers raking through your hair. The cold metal of his belt burned against your stomach and you felt every aching inch of him push against your core. Your hand scrambled under him and down his back, your nails finding purchase in his skin.

Jaebeom smirked in this kiss, the corners of his mouth pricking just enough for your eyes to shoot open. Jaebeom dropped his weight onto you, sliding over to your side to trap your arm under him. Snaking his hand under your neck, he grabbed your other hand and knotted your fingers together. Jaebeom’s lips hadn’t left yours, his mouth swallowing every hollow breath and whimpered moan that left yours. His slid his leg under yours, only to trap it with his other.

You ripped your mouth away from him, sucking in deep breaths. You tried to shift, but your body was caught under Jaebeom’s, both your hands trapped and your legs spread apart. It wasn’t a new move, but it was always one that caught you by surprise. Jaebeom always knew how to ensnare you.

“Ba-baby..” Chest dipping with every hitched breath. Jaebeom kissed down your cheek, to your jaw before nipping at the delicate skin on your neck. Your back arched naturally, his tongue drawing circles against your pulse. Your hand desperately fought his, but his hold on your hand was tight, fierce, unbinding.

“Now baby. Remember to count.” You snapped your head to face him, his eyes were dark; pupils completely blown out with lust. You felt a dry swallow travel down your throat as he pressed his lips to yours once again. Eyes shutting quickly to the sensation, you began feeling lost in his kiss; the way his mouth danced with yours, knotting your tongues together in a dark promise. You felt your mind tunnel black on his lips that your skin began to numb, until you felt a strong hand smooth across your stomach. Hot, burning, searing; his fingers drummed against your skin until he slipped a digit between your folds.

All air was stripped from your lungs, your mouth gaping to suck in air as he slowly dragged his finger up and down. Playfully, Jaebeom would graze your clit just to bring it down to your entrance, dipping in shyly just to take it back up. You groaned, bucking your hips against his hand and he snickered against your neck.

Jaebeom pressed his palm into your pelvis, pushing your hips back down into the bed. Leaving his hand there, you felt it burn. For a moment he didn’t move, opting to make you listen to his breath on your neck and your heartbeat in your ears. Then slowly, Jaebeom pressed a finger tip into your clit. It was pure pressure against your nib and it caused your diaphragm to spasm. You seethed through your teeth, Jaebeom’s static finger made your jaw burn.

‘Jae….” Pleading, clawing your nails into his back in a frenzied desperation. A deep laugh filled your ear, his lips brushing your skin enough to make you squirm. Jaebeom pulled your earlobe between his lips, nibbling the flesh. You wanted so badly to break away from him, have him release you from his hold. That was until he started rubbing circles into your clit. A groan, deep and hoarse, filled the room; your body jerking.

Jaebeom held down your shaking leg, keeping them spread for him. His fingers drew tight, pulsing circles into your clit. Your hips were throbbing, moving against Jaebeom’s hand every time his fingers did. The heat in your stomach was building and the muscles in pelvis began to tighten. Your eyes were glazing over and your heartbeat pounded heavier in your ears. Jaebeom moved faster, his fingers rubbing against your clit almost in time with his racing heart.

“Babe.. I-I’m gonna..” Breathless.

“I know..” Lurid.

As you approached the edge, your body arching off the bed, Jaebeom quickly lifted his hand; leaving your aching core alone to the wind. You crashed your body down, chest heaving; confused and unsatisfied. Jaebeom released his grip on your hand and brushed it across your cheek as he sat up. You pulled your arm out from under him and pushed yourself up to sit. Your eyes narrowed maddeningly at the smirk curling Jaebeom’s lips.

“What was that?!” Jaebeom rolled onto his knees, leaning forward to grab hold of your chin. Pulling your face forward, he held you just in front of his lips.

“That, my love, was number one.” Fear. It was fear that surged through your body. You knew what Jaebeom was like when he was challenged; unrelenting, competitive, proud. And every bit of that was painted on his face.

Taking his hand off your chin, Jaebeom placed it on your chest. He started to crawl back along the bed towards your feet. He leant forward to kiss your stomach, your hip, your thigh, your knee; until his hand was fully stretched out. Jaebeom pushed you down, forcing your back onto the mattress once again.

Swallowing hard, you could only anticipate his next move. Suddenly, his hands were wrapping around your calves and with a sharp tug, Jaebeom pulled you to the end of the bed. A small giggle escaped your lips.

“I’m glad you’re having fun, baby.” You snapped your head forward, looking to the end of the bed where Jaebeom was kneeling before it. Your feet resting on the edge, Jaebeom caressed your calves, the gentle touches sending shivers across your skin. Pulling one foot to rest on his shoulder, he wrapped one hand around your thigh to pull you closer to him. You couldn’t see his mouth, but you could see his eyes and every shred of his desire flooding them.

“Lean back.” His voice made you tremble. The growl in his words making every hair stand on end. But you did as you were told, waiting for his next move, but never ready for it.

“Jae?” His name shook on your lips.

“Shhh…” He hummed into the side of your leg. Hands resting on your hips to hold them down. Jaebeom kissed your ankle, then the side of your knee before leaving what felt like hundreds of peppered kisses on the inside of your thighs. Jaebeom pushed his hands up your body, finger tips toying with your breasts. Your hands leaped to grab his wrists, your lungs starved of air as he teased you.

Searing kisses planted on your flesh, anywhere than where you needed them the most, gritted your teeth. Digging your nails into Jaebeom’s forearms, you tried to push your core towards his face but his arms held you down firmly. Looking down, you caught Jaebeom’s intense stare, as if he was waiting for you to beg. He watched as your face silently pleaded for him to take you.

His eyebrow cocked, and you felt a cool column of breath blow against your core. Your lungs searched for air, and as you managed to take in one full breath, Jaebeom closed his lips around your clit. Air instantly tunneling out your mouth, you crashed your head back onto the bed. Jaebeom lapped his tongue along your slit, mixing your arousal with his saliva to create a slick surface for his mouth to play.

You tried to speak, tried to form words to tell him what you wanted, what you needed; but every sound crashed in your throat and came out as mangled moans. Jaebeom took your clit between his lips, sucking lightly to create a seal that drove you mad. The pressure of his sucking and his tongue flicking against your clit sent your body reeling. Bucking and thrashing against his arms, Jaebeom slapped his hands around your thighs and pulled you tight against his chest.

Your hands scraped through his hair, pulling at his scalp with the same ferocity his tongue had on your clit. Nothing but your ass was on the bed, your entire body heaved until you arched so far that Jaebeom was practically holding you up. Your body was hot, absolutely melting as his tongue continued licking pulsating circles against your clit.

Then you felt it. The muscles in your core tensing so hard that you could feel that the impending orgasm would break you. Your hips were bucking against Jaebeom’s hold and he knew you were close. Your throat was ragged; moans and strangled screams filling the room. The climax was building, the wave of euphoria about to crash over you and you watched it close in behind shut eyelids.

As you sprinted to serenity, it fell away just as quickly as your body onto the bed. Your legs dropped and your feet crashed onto the floor. You screamed, hands clutching at Jaebeom as he slid out of your grasp.

“Why?!” You wailed, body almost numb from wanting, eyes hooded and hazed. Jaebeom loomed over you, his eyes piercing through the few strands of dignity your quivering body was clutching onto. You scrambled up to sit on the end of the bed, hands lurching to shake Jaebeom's. He let your hands wring his, let your fingers dig into his flesh and moved to sit beside you.

"What was that one?" He spoke softly, almost sweetly and it made your blood boil. Hands still shaking his for answers, you slammed your shoulder into his.

"I asked you first! What-why are you doing this?" Tears were stinging your eyes but before they could even threaten to fall, Jaebeom has raised his hand to cup your cheek.

"My love, did you forget?" You froze.

"Were you counting?" You remembered. His thumb traced your bottom lip, his tongue dragging across his own. Nodding gently into his hand, you felt his other hand slip out of yours and across the underside of your breast, goosebumps raising under his fingertips like braille. He read them, and your body as if you were his favourite book, eager to turn your pages.

"So, what was that one then?" The softness of his voice had faded, the command returning into the moonlit darkness.

"Number two." A whisper. A hushed whimper.

"Very good." Praising, his thumb pulling down your plump lip as you chased his touch. Jaebeom reached over and took your thigh into his grip, pulling you over him.

Straddling his lap, your forearms perched nervously on his shoulders. Jaebeom's hold on your hips was firm. There was no escape.

"Ready?" You shook your head, a dry swallow scratched your throat. Jaebeom's thumbs drew indistinct patterns into your waist as he kissed the well between your collarbones.

"Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you." You exhaled through a shudder and without warning Jaebeom pulled you down onto his dick. Painfully hard, throbbing through his pants; he pushed you down onto him for all your overstimulated nerves to fire rapidly.

A strained and tortured moan bore into Jaebeom's ear, but his hands stayed firm. He rolled your hips so you rubbed against him. You felt everything; everything he was holding back just to do this to you. You felt all his control, and all his weakness as he made you grind against him.

"Jae..Jae..beom, please…" Body shaking, yet under his reign; you let his hands push and dig your core into his erection so hard that you carved your nails into his neck for support.

"I've got you.." Reassuring in his onslaught, Jaebeom placed soft kisses on your chest and breasts as his hands continued to drive your hips; riding on his dick unrelentingly.

Your face contorted in pleasure, aching pleasure as your body began to tumble off the edge once again. Faster than before, or the time before that, or the time when even you had denied your own climax. Your core tightened and the muscles in your abdomen burned with ecstasy.

You were moaning uncontrollably, fingers raking across Jaebeom's shoulders in a demonic plea for him to let you finish.

"Please.. baby, please.." Crying out for release, your body was heaving as Jaebeom pushed his pelvis into yours, digging his dick against your core. His pants were saturated, completed soaked through with your arousal; his belt occasionally flicking against your clit to send you screaming to the ceiling.

Jaebeom wrapped his arms around your waist to ease your shaking as your climax came crashing. But as the wave began to collapse over you, he picked you up and stood from the bed. His hips falling from yours and you wailed into his shoulder.

You slapped his back as he held you, tears stinging against your cheeks as he spun to face the bed; your body held tightly in his arms.

“Why?!” Your blood boiled. Sweet release stripped from you once again and all you could do was scream. Shaking arms and scratching hands held Jaebeom as he crawled onto the bed, laying you down gently. Snaking his hand under your waist, he lifted you to pull you up to rest your head on the pillow.

You were shaking; body overstimulated and drunk with wanting, your skin burned every time Jaebeom touched you. His hands were gentle, brushing away your hair and caressing your cheek with feather-light touches.

Kneeling between your legs, Jaebeom lowered to lie softly on top of you.

“Baby..” You replied with a whimper.

“I’m sorry for being late..” Through hooded eyes you stared into Jaebeom’s. Sincerity and warmth swam within them and all the love you shared washed over you. You brought your hands to his face, Jaebeom sinking into your grasp.

“Baby?” You shifted slightly under his body, thumb brushing over his cheek in reply.

“Do you want me?” Nodding, your eyes locked onto his; hoping he could read all your wanting and hunger in them.

“Baby?” Your hand snaked into his hair, the desperation beginning to burn into your skin as he spoke.

“Can I have you?” His stare was kind, but dripping in desire and you felt a surge of electricity flow through you. Jaebeom felt it too.

Jaebeom straightened, kneeling up to unbuckle his belt completely. Sliding it through his belt loops, Jaebeom dropped it onto the floor. His eyes never left yours, the power his stare could hold was enough to empty your lungs of air. Unfastening his pants, he pushed them down his thighs. Hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers, he pushed them down to his knees. A lump of anticipation tore down your throat; his throbbing erection standing at full attention.

Jaebeom crawled forward onto your body, kicking off his pants and underwear as he kissed up your body. His lips were hot on your skin; his tongue licking every spot where his mouth had left marks on you. You coiled and mewled under him, his hands stroking your legs as he positioned himself between them. Sucking on your collarbone, he hissed when your nails scratched into his back and laughed when your legs curled around his waist.

Jaebeom’s dick was resting against your core, pulsing with desire and you quivered whenever he tapped it against your clit. Jaebeom paused, his eyes searching yours; his hand soft against your cheek.

“Can I?” You crashed your lips into his; your reply a wordless request of dancing tongues.

With a nip at your bottom lip, Jaebeom gave you one last smile before he entered you. Slowly. Painfully slow. Slow enough for your chest to cave in as your lungs hollowed with every inch Jaebeom calmly pushed into you.

You finally inhaled when he penetrated to the hilt, his hips pressing hard against yours as he halted to enjoy the feeling of being inside you. But you felt it. You felt all the tension he had built up for himself as he quivered inside you; his neck flaring and his breath faltering as he flicked his hips to hit just the right spot to make your eyes roll back.

You dug your nails into his back while Jaebeom thrusted slowly. Achingly slow; each movement tempered and strong. His hand gripped heavy on your hip, fingers almost bruising the flesh as he pulled out slowly, just to push in hard again. And he did this over and over again. Pushed his dick in so hard and slow that your stomach felt like it turned upside down as yours toes curled in on themselves.

You could feel your heart hitch with every thrust, every time Jaebeom grinded against you and set all your sensitive flesh on fire. You moaned and wailed, pleaded into his neck as he bit down onto yours.

Tears stung your eyes and you were desperate for release and Jaebeom knew it. He could feel all your longing leach into his skin every time he drove his hips into yours and he wanted it just as badly as you did; he needed it just as badly.

You cried out when Jaebeom buried himself in you one last time; hands coiled into shaking fists, trying to hold him as he snapped his hips against you. Taking his hand from your hip, Jaebeom brushed his thumb against your lip before pulling you into a fevered kiss. Rough and passionate, Jaebeom wanted you to know that you drove him just as mad as he did you. His lips wanted you to understand that you were his everything, and as you shook beneath him, Jaebeom wanted you to have it all.

Pulling his lips away, he searched for your eyes; begging for you to listen to him through your agony.

“If you want it, take it.” Your eyes darted into Jaebeom’s loving stare, his breath slow and measured; his embrace soothed you. Dropping onto his elbow, he brushed your hair from your cheeks and pressed his forehead to yours. You could feel his heartbeat on your chest; his hips stuttering as you tensed around him.

“It’s yours. I’m yours.” Jaebeom slid a hand down your leg and the other under your back to pull you on top of him. You rocked your head back, the new position making Jaebeom completely bottom out inside you. You shuddered, clenching around his dick so hard that Jaebeom broke the silence with a guttural moan.

Leaning forward, you stared deeply into Jaebeom’s eyes as his hand reached for your face. Thumbing away the tear that fell down your cheek, he whispered.

“I love you.”

Your nerves fired and your blood coursed hot like lava. Fevered, emboldened, ruined; you began rolling your hips, driving your core against Jaebeom’s dick. Snapping your hips harder and harder, you felt him hit every spot deep inside you; riding him until your vision blurred and his throat scratched dry with moans.

You tore at his chest while he tore at your hips; Jaebeom holding a hand flat against your stomach to help you rock your hips on him mercilessly. He could feel your muscles tensing and as you stamped your hand down onto his abs for support, you could feel them tightening. You both chased the high; pulling, pushing, screaming for the orgasm you were both denied since your very first plans were cancelled.

You bounced unrelentingly on Jaebeom’s dick, hunting euphoria and scratching down Jaebeom’s arms as he fought for his own. Waves and waves of pleasure were knocking, your body beginning to shudder and shake every time you snapped your hips against him. Jaebeom clamped his hands onto your hips, digging his fingers into your ass as he thrusted deep into you.

“Fuck! Oh my go-” You screamed, head tipped completely back as his tip hit your favourite spot.

“Babe, I’m-”

“Me… too..” Through strangled moans, you snapped your hips, your climax crashing over you harder than it ever had before. You shook and dug your nails into Jaebeom’s wrists as you continued to roll your hips. You rode him roughly through your high, making sure he reached his. His hold on your hips tightened, his jaw clenching as you bucked against him.

Jaebeom’s body arched off the bed, his head tipping back as he shouted out his release. Lurching forward, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly as he shook through his climax. Combing your fingers through his hair, your held him against your breasts and tried to let your breathing settle. Ragged columns of air tumbled out of Jaebeom’s mouth as he shuddered beneath you. Clenching your walls around his dick, you giggled when he whimpered; sinking his teeth into your breasts gently in disapproval.

Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, Jaebeom lifted you as he stood; turning around to gently place you back onto the bed. He sat beside you, letting you curl around him as he planted soft kisses on your cheek and shoulder. You felt as peace, finally able to have him; be with him in the most intimate way your relationship deserved. But as you sunk into your revelry, Jaebeom turned to stand; picking up his pants and pulling them on swiftly.

“Excuse me, what are you doing?” You snapped, your bliss slowly fading away.

“Getting ready to go out.” Jaebeom quipped back, a devilish smirk making your eyebrow cock.

“Why?” Protesting, you flopped back onto the bed, patting down the empty space beside you; praying he’d accept the invitation. Holding out a hand to you, he tipped his chin; a gentle smile and adoring look asking you to take it.

“Because I owe you a date.”

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supercxrpschild · 4 years

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sick baby!danvers

So basically, I’ve been really sick for the last 4ish days now and I’m kinda starting to feel better (I say starting because I’m still so spacey and out of it, I have no idea if i actually wrote anything decent here), so I wanted to write something - that wasn’t really a request - just to get myself moving with writing again - plus I needed to have Alex yell at me to stop pushing myself when I’m this sick, so why not write it ahah.

I hope to be posting more soon when I don’t feel like I’ve been run over by a truck.

Word Count: 913

You woke up feeling absolutely dreadful, ears and nose stuffy, throat feeling like someone decided to line it with razor blades. You groaned and rolled over, you didn’t want to miss work today. For the summer, you’d been interning at CatCo with Kara, and it had been kind of boring, being stuck with the usual intern jobs, but today you were getting to shadow Lena. You’d always been interested in how someone so young managed to run two companies, and plus you loved Lena, so you’d really been looking forward to today.

You forced yourself to get up, your body feeling like it was being weighed down with lead and every movement sent a fire up your limbs. But you couldn’t miss today, so you pushed through and got ready and eventually found yourself at CatCo.

As you sat down at morning briefing, after handing out coffees, Nia looked at you funny as Lena began talking. You knew it was because you had put on much more makeup today, trying to hide how your skin had gone deathly pale, and you were sweating through a fever.

“If no one has any other business, then that’s the conclusion.” Chairs wheeled back as everyone stood up and went about their day. You stayed behind, waiting for Lena.

“Y/n, darling, hello!” She spoke, coming over to you, she frowned a little in confusion, but soon was called out by a reporter who needed her attention. You breathed a sigh of relief and busied yourself with collecting papers from the meeting and organising them until Lena returned.

“Alright, I have this morning at CatCo, and I’m at L-Corp this afternoon for a few meetings, it is completely up to you whether you follow me over to L-Corp, or just stay here after lunch, okay?” You nodded and followed her into her office, where she gave you a stack of papers she needed filed.

Halfway through filing, you suddenly got extremely dizzy and stumbled back, trying to find any sort of ledge to anchor yourself on.

“Y/n?” Lena was startled as she felt you fall into her desk, looking up from her laptop, she saw you breathing slightly erratically and holding your head.

“Woah, hey, hey” she immediately got up and came over to you as quickly as her heels allowed, she grabbed both your shoulders “Y/n, what’s wrong? What’s going on?”

You shook your head and went to move, “I’m fine”. But Lena held you firmly in place, moving one hand to feel your forehead.

“Y/n, you are not fine, you’re running a fever and you are getting paler by the second” She put her arms around you and slowly you made your way to the couch, her sitting you down before grabbing a bottle of water from behind her desk,

“Darling, you know you’re allowed to take sick days.” You nodded, she sighed, knowing she would be the exact same way.

“I’m going to call Kara, alright?” You were too weak to argue at that point and before you knew what was happening, Kara was knelt in front of you, her infamous crinkle as present as ever.

“Little one, what are you doing here? You’re clearly sick baby.” You whined and reached out to her, everything hurt so much and the adrenaline you used this morning had dried up, leaving you even more exhausted.

Kara pulled you into her arms and shushed you, “Is it alright if I take her home?” Lena nodded,

“Of course, please do.” She said sympathetically as she brushed some hair from your face.

Soon, you were at Kara’s apartment, sentenced to the couch in Kara’s pj’s and a big blanket. Kara was on the phone to Alex, even though you practically begged her not to call. Kara was protective, but your oldest sister was THE mama bear; and you know she’ll have a field day with you going to work this sick.

“Alex is coming around in an hour” Kara said as she sat back down,

“Did you have to call her?” Kara placed your feet on her lap,

“Hey, if I didn’t then we’d both be in trouble.” You grumbled, but still cuddled into Kara.

It was about 40 minutes of boring tv and almost-napping later that Alex walked through the door with a bag in hand.

“Y/n, I swear to god, I am going to have to watch you 24/7.” You rolled your eyes – well you would have had it not caused a splitting pain to shoot through your head.

“Open” Your big sister stuck a thermometer in your mouth, shaking her head when it beeped,

“Y/N!! You have a fever of nearly 103!!” She pulled out some medicine and gave it to you along with a glass of water, “what made you think you could go to work like this?!” As soon as Alex raised her voice, your eyes started watering, tears slipping out.

“I-I’m sorry” You mumbled through tears. Alex’s expression softened, and Kara pulled you into her arms, her fingers gently combing through your hair.

“Oh, babygirl Im sorry, I didn’t mean to shout, I just got worried. You’re okay honey, its all okay, come here.” She sat down on the other side of you and you let go over Kara and fell into Alex’s open arms. Both your sisters spoke softly to you and held you as you finally let yourself succumb to sleep, hoping to feel at least somewhat better when you woke up.

#baby danvers #baby!danvers #baby!danvers x kara danvers #baby!danvers x lena luthor #baby!danvers x alex danvers #supergirl #supergirl x reader #supergirl imagines #supergirl reader insert #alex danvers #alexdanvers #kara danvers #karadanvers #lena luthor #lenaluthor #lena luthor x reader #alex danvers x reader #kara danvers x reader

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endless-whump · 4 years

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My little heart’s been yearning for some Irondad recently, lol. Prompt (only if you want to!) so Tony’s been down with a cold, and Peter ends up catching it because he’s been around helping Tony, and he tries to hide it, but his body is too extra so he ends up way worse and he doesn’t understand because it’s supposed to just be a cold. So he’s aware he’s getting worse and he’s frustrated and Tony finally steps in

Thank you for the writing inspiration, Im sorry this took so long to get out! I hope this lives up to what you were looking for!

It started when Tony was acting more tired than usual while he and Peter were working on his suit one Saturday. He kept sneezing every once in a while, resting his forehead against the desk when he thought nobody was looking. Peter noticed, though, and insisted they take a break.

They’d gotten some hot chocolate and settled on the couch for the evening, content to watch some movies and relax at Tony’s cabin. Tony tried to insist Peter stay away in fear he’d catch the cold he had, but Peter simply brushed his concerns off, going on about how he didn’t get sick easily after the spider bite.

Peter left the next day, needing to get home so he could go to school on Monday. He noticed being a little more tired than usual, but didn’t think anything of it.

“Did you stay up late patrolling last night?” Ned whispered during class. Peter shot him a glare, trying to get him to shut up.

“No, I didn’t. Why?”

Ned shrugged. “You look really tired, and a little pale. You feeling ok?”

Peter just waved him off. “Might be getting a cold, Tony had one when I went over there this weekend. I’ll just sleep it off tonight.”

Ned didn’t push it, and they went about their day like normal. Peter did some patrolling that night, exhausted and a little shaky when he got back, which was strange.

May noticed Peter was a little warm the next morning when he was trying to leave for school, frowning at him and brushing his hair out of his face.

“Maybe you should stay home?” She suggested. “I don’t want whatever you might be catching to get worse.”

“I’m fine, May.” Peter insisted, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. “You know I don’t really get sick anymore.”

She gave him a hard look but didn’t say anything, letting him walk out the door of the apartment.

It only got worse from there. Peter couldn’t barely conceal the shivers that plagued him throughout the day, feeling lightheaded and shaky even when he made sure to eat, which he soon realized was getting harder as the food became difficult to keep down.

He finally caved in when in class he zoned out so bad, feeling dizzy and far away when he almost broke an empty test tube Ned had playfully tossed towards him, reactions slow and hands unsteady.

He excused himself from the class, locking himself in the bathroom and sitting on the floor. He put his head in his hands, trying to get rid of the pounding headache. Peter dug his nails into his palms, focusing on his breathing as he shivered.

He wasn’t supposed to be able to get sick. He was supposed to be Spiderman, to be able to help people. He wasn’t supposed to need help or to have to stay home when there were things he needed to do and people he needed to help.

Peter shakily stood up, going over to the sinks and splashing water in his face. He just needed to pull himself together, this wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle.

He went back to class, ignoring the concerned looks he got and the continued nagging from Ned. When school was finally over Peter felt like he was ready to collapse, relieved to be free from all the haggling about his health. They acted like he was on deaths door, but this was just a cold, right?

Peter had just made up his mind to go home and sleep before he got a text, opening his phone.

Out front waiting-Happy

Peter groaned in frustration. He’d completely forgotten he was supposed to go to the tower after school to work on some stuff with Tony. He considered bailing, but he knew Tony would just come poking in his business to see what was up.

He trudged to the sidewalk, spotting the familiar car that usually picked him up. He tossed his backpack in before climbing in the back seat, shutting the door and resting his head against the back of the seat.

“Your less chattery than usual.” Happy pointed out, putting the car in drive and pulling into the road.

“Just tired.” Peter mumbled, looking out the window. Happy didn’t push it, driving smoothly through the traffic until they reached the tower. Peter mumbled his thanks as he got out, pain shooting through his head as he stood up and slung his backpack over his shoulder.

He managed to get in the building without an issue, punching the elevator button to take him to the lab and leaning against the wall. The soft whirring of machinery was enough to have him relax in the dim, warm elevator until he was startled by the ding, indicating he was at his floor. He hefted his backpack tiredly as he walked into the lab, head down.

He really didn’t want to face Mr Stark right now, intending to quietly bypass where his mentor was huddled over a project, and slip to his own desk, but Tony had other plans.

“Hey Underoos, how come your la-” He stopped, looking at Peter intently. He groaned inside, wanting to escape the unwanted attention.

“Peter, are you ok?” Came the question he was expecting, yet didn’t quite know how to answer.

“I’m fine, Mr Stark, it was just cold, and it was a long day at school.” he set his bag on the floor as he sat down, grateful he didn’t have to worry about how badly his legs were shaking now.

“Uh huh, I don’t buy it for a second.” Came the retort from his mentor. “You look like death washed over, you’re clearly sick.”

Peter was looking down at his workbench trying to ignore him when his spider senses went off quietly, and he looked up to see Tony tossing him a tool. He barely caught it, now frustrated. He wasn’t sure if it was Tony he was mad at or himself, but he didn’t care.

The stool rolled out from underneath him as he stood up, close to tears.

“Knock it off, Tony! Your always-”

He swayed, his head pounding. A wave of dizziness swept over him, and he could hear his mentors concerned, muffled voice as he fell, expecting to met the floor but instead being caught in Tony’s arms.

“Peter?!,” He asked, panicked, lowering Peter to the ground as his eyes fluttered shut. He sighed, cursing his bad back as he picked up the teen, carrying him to a nearby couch in the lab.

“FRIDAY, check his vitals, please.” He called out, biting back a mutter of frustration when the AI reported Peter’s rising fever. He left briefly, running as fast as he could to collect what he needed and returning to a waking up, disoriented Peter.

“Hey, Pete, I need you to stay still for me, bud.” Tony soothed as Peter tried to sit up, groaning in pain. “You passed out on me, I don’t think you get to claim everything’s ok anymore.”

He pushed Peter back until he was laying down without much resistance, which almost concerned Tony above all else. He quickly layered the shivering teen with blankets, holding a water bottle up to him as he tried to get him to drink.

“Your looking super dehydrated, Peter. Jesus, I didn’t need you inheriting my awful self preservation skills, kid.”

Once he got some water and medicine in him, Tony sat next to him, laying Peters head in his lap as he ran his fingers through the teens soft hair. He was surprised when Peter moved closer to him, mumbling something as he relaxed, drifting in and out of sleep as he fought the fever.

Guilt gnawed at Tony, and he felt like he was partially responsible for giving the kid the awful sickness going around. He pulled the blankets tighter around them, picking up his phone and texting May that Peter had shown up sick, but that he was fine and getting taken care of.

He made a note to himself to get the kid something to eat when he woke up, and if it got any worse he’d contact Dr Cho.

“I’m sorry, Underoos,” He muttered, hugging Peter close to him. He knew he couldn’t hear him, but he didn’t quite care. “I shouldn’t have messed around with you,,I know you think you hide it, but I can see you trying to hide things from me because you want to be strong. I know you don’t want to show any signs of weakness, but you need to learn at some point, and so do I, that we’re allowed to be weak sometimes. We’re allowed to be vulnerable and taken care of when we need it.” He sighed.

“Jesus, you’re a teenager, you don’t need this hero complex on you so early.”

He continued running his hands through his hair, brushing a curl from his face. Peter, who was still awake, kept his eyes closed, holding back tears at Tony’s words as he let himself relax, falling asleep with the gentle touch

#Peter Parker whump #sickfic #Peter Parker sick #irondad #whump #I'm sorry this took me so long #ironed whump #sick peter #miserable peter

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crieas · 3 years

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thats right i wrote mio whump feat orion ofc :)

Mio wasn’t very sure of when he had lost hold of the branch underneath him. All he knew was that one second he was in the air, and the next he was plummeting 8 feet down onto the dirty pine floor. He hit the ground with a thud, pain shooting through him when he landed. “ FU-CK” He gasped, just as Orion broke through the treeline and spotted him. “ Mio?” The younger boy rushed over, dropping the basket of mushrooms in his hand.

“ Mio, what the hell? Are you okay?” He grabbed his brother’s arm, pulling him into a half-sitting position. Mio nodded, though he was clearly barely able to breathe, his hand fumbling to grab something and ground himself, before he resorted to just shoving his face between his knees.

“ Should I get Donohue? Or Neil or Celeste….” Ryan started to look around, wondering who’d be closed, and while he was about to go find someone, Mio pushed himself up forcefully, shaking his head. “ Nuh uh- don’t get them- ‘m fine-”

“ You don’t sound fine.” Ryan gave back, looking him up and down. “ Neither do you, ever.” Mio snapped back, before he realized what he said. “....sorry.”

“...whatever.” Ryan shrugged. Mio wasn’t wrong, and he knew it. “ Just- I’m worried, okay, that was a big fall!”

“ I said I’m fine Ryan, let’s just go, okay? It’s time to go back to the ship anyways.” Reluctantly Orion nodded, knowing the boy was gonna keep insisting. “ Fine….if you’re sure…”

“ Storm! We need all hands on deck! Hold the sail!” Celeste’s voice rang through the cabin of the ship. Mio and Ryan shot each other a short look before they both jumped up- Mio wincing as he grabbed the ladder to climb up. The second Ryan stepped foot on deck, he was almost blown off by a strong gust of wind- luckily Neil reacted fast enough to grab him, waiting for the two to get grounded on the uneven surface of the ship, before telling them what to do. “ Mio, Ryan, you two grab a rope and climb the mast- I need you to tie the main sail to the wood so it doesn’t open anymore, got it? Be careful!” He practically pushed the rope into Ryan’s arms, the tiny kid struggling to hold it.

“ You heard ‘im.” Mio shrugged, spitting out a piece of wood he’d been chewing, and starting to stomp over to the mast- Ryan followed hastily. “ Ryan, gimme that.” Mio held out his hand, taking the rope from him. “ Okay, now grab this end- with your teeth-” Ryan did so, awkwardly holding the rope in his mouth as he waited for Mio’s next instructions. “ I need you to climb up first, alright? Don’t worry. I’ll be right behind you.”

Mio waited for Ryan to be up the first few steps on the ladder before he followed, biting his lip to not complain about the pain. Luckily Ryan seemed eager to get this over with, so he was up on the top real fast. “ Okay, now the difficult part-” Mio sighed, grabbing the top of the mast and starting to pull himself across the wooden beam- he reached the middle, where he stopped, taking a second to steady himself.

Ryan had stayed on the standing platform, grabbing onto the pole so he didn’t get blown over. He found himself increasingly worried for Mio. The older kid seemed to be off, his voice was strained, and Ryan was pretty sure he saw him flinch as he leaned down to start pulling the sail closed. Mio finally pulled the rope around the fabric, securing it to the wood, before he gave Ryan a thumbs-up. “ Tie it!” He called out, and Ryan quickly slung the rest of the rope around the pole, tying the knot as tightly as he managed. “ Is this okay?” He checked with Mio, who’d balanced his way back to him. “ Yuh huh, cmon, let’s get the fuck down.”

The second they were down again, Ryan basically threw himself down the stairs, wanting nothing more than to be able to stand without being carried off and the warmth of the cabin. Mio followed him pretty fast, almost collapsing on the last step down. “ Mh-’m gonna go lay down…” He muttered, stumbling past Ryan. He was breathing heavily, barely keeping himself on his feet.

Ryan wasted no time in rushing after him, catching up as Mio entered their room. “ Mio, what’s wrong?” He asked, grabbing his shoulder. Mio whined as soon as the hand touched him, making Orion shrink back. The fall. “ Mio, take off your shirt..” Mio shook his head, trying to look like he had no idea what Orion was on about. “ Take it off!”

“ Why the hell would I do that?”

“ You’re hurt! Just lemme see what happened!”

“ Ryan, I said I’m alright!”

“ Then you won’t have any issue in taking off your shirt!”

Mio stared at him in defeat, before letting out a mopey sigh and pulling the shirt off. Ryan stared silently at him, almost throwing up- the kid’s side was covered in a giant bruise- not surprising considering he’d fallen off a tree, what worried Ryan was the bloody wound, covering Mio’s shoulder and spanning down to his lower back. “ ...see, it’s nothing.” Mio smiled, closing his eyes. “ Just a scratch.”

“ Oh god- I have to get Celeste-” Ryan stood up, only to be roughly tugged down by Mio. “ Don’t you fucking dare Ryan!” He mumbled, his arm trembling from even grabbing his friend. “ Mio, you need medical attention!”

“ Look, I’ll slap on a bandage, I’ll be fine! Just don’t tell Celeste, please-”

“ Why?”

“ Because, Ryan! If they think I can’t work anymore, I become useless to them! And then-then they’ll toss me out!”

“ They wouldn’t do that!”

“...are you so sure about that?” Ryan stopped, staring at his brother. He wasn’t. After all, there’s a reason they didn’t know about his illness. “....alright….but let me help you at least.” He asked, waiting as Mio considered it.

“ Ugh whatever you baby.” he finally gave in. “ Not like you’re about to take no for an answer.”

The wound had been fine for a few days, sure- Ryan had bandaged it with the first aid kit under their bunk, and Mio had been doing a pretty good job of hiding the wound from the others. The last days had been a lot of work though- the storm had ripped open a sail and tossed pretty much everything on deck around.

“ Mio?” Ryan asked, peeking up from his bunk. He could hear Mio breathing pretty heavily over him. “ Mio, are you okay?” No verbal answer- just a small whining noise to indicate that he had even heard Ryan.

“ Mio, dude-” Ryan clambered up the side of the bed, soon smacked in the senses by the heat practically radiating from Mio, who had his eyes closed- his hands gripping into the bed so hard his fingernails were bleeding, and face flushed. Ryan knew what it was- he had plenty of fevers over the years. “ Mio! Wake up!” He grabbed him, and before he could even continue, Mio shot up with a scream of pain, sobbing quietly. “ Mio, what’s w-” Ryan quickly noticed that his shoulder was bleeding again, and as he reached to see it, he noticed a transparent liquid pooling around the actual wound. He gagged at the stench of pus, doing his best to keep a calm mind.

“ Celeste!” He called, before Mio smacked his hand over his lips. “ Shush!” Ryan stared at him in fear, part of him wanting to turn and run to Celeste. She’d know what to do- he had no idea how to handle this- “ Don’t. Alright, Ryan, just go back to sleep, I’m okay!” But he sounded anything but okay. “ Mio, you could die!”

“ I won’t! See, I’m dandy- it was probably just a bad dream I was having!”

Ryan was just about to step down again, when Mio suddenly was hit by another wave of pain, crying out as he tensed up- Ryan stared at him in horror. “ Mio?” His brother wasn’t responding, blinking slowly to attempt to make out the voice that was saying something to him. Finally he just gave in, collapsing onto the bed.

“ MIO!” Ryan screamed, panicking as he grabbed him, trying to shake him awake- it didn’t work this time. “ MIO! WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP!” He demanded, shaking the older kid.

“ RYAN! What the hell are you making this ruckus for?” Celeste had been woken by the screaming, rubbing her eyes as she watched the two. Ryan’s face was covered in tears, and the poor kid was shaking when he answered. “ I-I- It’s Mio- h-he’s hurt, he won’t wake up, Celeste, make him wake up!”

@eagle-river-ak boop :)

#kaiser writes shit now how #pirate AU #mio!!!!#orion fletcher

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freddiesaysalright · 4 years

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Blessed Part 5

The Peace Like a River Sequel

Summary: Gwilym and Y/N are married. Violet is six years old. Baby number two is on the way. There are still some shadows that plague Y/N in her marriage to Gwil, and Violet is suddenly resentful of her parents. The Lee family tries to stick together.

Word Count: 3.2k

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A/N: The finale! Time for baby Sybil! Thanks again for coming on this journey with me and showing this fic some love. I hope you have all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it! There’s no epilogue for this one since it’s a mini-series, and I’m satisfied with this ending :)

Haven’t read Peace Like a River? Start here!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Part 5 here we go!!!

Gwilym stirred awake after hearing a loud groan beside him. It was pained, but swift, as if you were trying to keep yourself quiet. When he registered it was you, his eyes snapped open. He whipped around to look at you and he heard you wince with the movement of the bed.

“Y/N?!” he gasped.

You were drenched in sweat. Your forehead gleamed with it under the moonlight coming through the window. Your hair was plastered to your face and neck. Your hands had death grips on the comforter, which was also stained with sweat. You were biting your lip hard enough to draw blood and tears were streaming down your cheeks. Even in the low light, he could see your face was red with the strain.

“It started about three hours ago,” you panted.

“Are you -”

He cut himself short, getting to his knees and gently prying the comforter out of your hands and away from you. He saw the dark stain between your legs from where your water must have broken. He looked up at you, astonished.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” he wondered, scrambling out of bed. He flicked on the light and started putting on his jeans. “Christ, Y/N, we should have been at the hospital hours ago!”

Your lip trembled and fresh tears spilled down your face.

“I’m sorry, Gwil,” you whimpered. “Please don’t be angry with me.”

“Oh, darling,” he sighed, and walked over to your side of the bed to kneel next to you. “I’m not angry. I’m just worried about you.”

You nodded.

“I was just scared, I’m sorry,” you said again.

He cupped your face, a gentle smile on his lips. But his brow quickly furrowed at the heat of your skin.

“You’re burning up,” he said.

“I might have a low grade fever,” you told him. “I think that’s pretty common.”

“Mhm,” he replied with a nod. He looked hard at you. “You alright while I put a shirt on?”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Sorry.”

He just kissed your forehead before finishing getting dressed. Once he was squared away, he went to you, helping you get on fresh underwear and a loose dress to wear to the hospital.

“How far apart are the contractions, darling?” he asked.

“I dunno, maybe eight minutes or so,” you guessed. “Sorry about the sheets.”

“Y/N,” he said, taking your hands. “Please stop apologizing. You aren’t putting me out. You’ve done nothing wrong. You are having my child, and I could never, ever think that some linens are more important than that.”

More hot tears ran down your cheeks.

“Yeah,” you said weakly. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he returned warmly. “You and Violet and Sybil are everything to me, okay?”

“Okay,” you sighed.

“Hold tight,” he said. “I’m going to wake Violet and we’ll all head to the hospital.”

You nodded. Suddenly, a contraction hit, and you bit down on your lip again, sucking in a sharp breath. Gwilym stopped and came over to you.

“Gwil,” you choked out. “Hold my hand.”

He grasped your fingers and you held on tight as the pain overtook you.

“Yell if you need to, darling,” he said, using his free hand to push your hair back off your forehead.

You shook your head, releasing your breath as the contraction passed. You relaxed again.

“Go ahead and get Violet,” you said, panting. “I’ll be right here.”

His eyes roved over your face, searching for any indication that you might start hurting again, but it didn’t happen. He kissed your hot forehead and left the room. You heard his footsteps going softly down the hall to Violet’s room.

Gwilym’s heart pounded. The hallway seemed to be so much longer now that there was an emergency and Sybil was coming at last. It seemed unreal that only hours ago, he had gone to the therapist with you and rebuffed an advance from her. That was a whole other world away now. The only thing that mattered now was your safety and the baby’s.

He entered Violet’s room. Swiftly, he strode to her bedside, kneeling down beside her. Her nightlight was a soft yellow, warming her complexion. He placed a hand on her shoulder and she stirred.

“Daddy?” she said through yawn.

“Wake up, lovie,” he said gently. “Your sister is coming.”

She sat upright. “What?!”

“That’s right,” he chuckled. “Get dressed now. We’ve got to get your mum to hospital.”

“Okay!” she cried, clamoring out of the bed and running to her closet.

“Need any help?” he offered.

“I’m not important right now!” she returned. “You need to go help Mommy!”

He laughed, kissed her head, and departed back down the hall.

“Alright,” Gwilym said as he re-entered the bedroom. “Violet’s getting dressed. Let me help you out of the bed, love.”

“O-okay,” you returned shakily, holding out your hand.

He grasped it, and your upper arm. You started to move your legs to the side, but winced. It hurt. A shooting pain reached from your back all the way down your legs.

“What’s the matter?” he wondered.

“It’s painful,” you breathed. “I dunno if I can walk.”

Gwilym panicked, but kept a straight face for your sake. He wouldn’t be able to carry you to the car on his own. He settled you back into bed.

“I’m going to call Dr. Tate,” he said. “She’ll know what to do.”

“Alright, honey,” you sighed.

Gwilym opened the door to find Violet standing there, preparing her hand to knock. She grinned up at him.

“I’m ready to go,” she said.

“Just a minute, lovie,” he returned. “You can go in and sit with Mum if you like.”

She nodded and then skipped into the room. Gwilym stepped out. He retrieved his phone from his pocket and dialed Dr. Tate’s cell phone. She had given you that number in case of an emergency. He definitely considered this an emergency.

“Hello?” came a groggy voice after about four rings.

“Dr. Tate?” Gwilym replied. “It’s Gwilym Lee.”

“Hello, Mr. Lee,” she said, sounding more alert now. “Is everything alright?”

“Y/N’s gone into labor,” he said.

He explained to her how you’d been in labor for hours now, but had not woken him, and things were quickly becoming more serious.

“She can’t walk,” he went on. “She’s in too much pain.”

“Have you called an ambulance?” she asked.

“No, honestly, I didn’t even think of that,” he replied.

His brain felt sort of fuzzy. Why on earth had he forgotten about an ambulance? That should have been obvious. But every ounce of logic was clouded with one thing - his daughter was being born right this second. He had a brutal urge to just step outside and shout into the air. That was what he was feeling.

“That’s alright,” Dr. Tate assured him. “I can call one for you. Or, if you don’t want to move her, I can come to your home and deliver the baby there.”

Gwilym’s heart leapt at the suggestion. So, he assumed it was the right thing.

“Yes, please, let’s do that,” he said.

“Alright,” she replied. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

He said goodbye and hung up. He didn’t immediately go back to your room though. Instead, he took a moment to breathe. Every muscle, every cell in his body felt like it was trembling with anticipation. He observed his hands. They were shaking. After a few deep, calming breaths, he returned to you.

“So,” he began. “Dr. Tate is coming here. We don’t have to go anywhere.”

You chuckled, but even that hurt your back.

“God, I’m never gonna have a baby in a hospital, am I?” you joked.

“I wasn’t born in a hospital?” Violet questioned.

“No, baby, you were born in a closet,” you told her.

Her little eyes went round like an owl’s.

“Woah, Mommy...you’re a badass,” she said.

Gwilym frowned and tutted at her.

“Violet, where did you learn that word?” he demanded.

“Uncle Joe,” she answered.

“When did he -? Nevermind. Violet, that’s not a very nice -”

You cut across him. “Don’t scold her, Gwil. She’s right and she should say it.”

You all started to laugh together. For a fleeting moment, the fear of the situation disappeared and you were just sharing a laugh with your family. Then, another contraction struck. You hissed with pain and gripped your belly. Violet and Gwilym turned eyes on you, each of them taking one of your hands. You looked at your husband.

“Is Dr. Tate really coming?” you choked out.

He almost replied that it was a silly question. But it hit him that it was because of everything you’d been through. So much of your trust was broken, especially with the new people in your life. Just when he opened his mouth to reassure you it would be fine and she would be here soon, his phone rang. It was Dr. Tate.

“Hello?” he said.

“Mr. Lee, I’m so sorry,” she said. “My car’s broken down and I can’t even leave my house. You may want to call emergency services after all.”

“But, you still wouldn’t make it to the hospital,” he argued.

“Yes, but there are plenty of other doctor’s there to help,” she said. “The whole staff there is incredible, and -”

“But she doesn’t know any of them,” he said.

“I know, and I really am sorry, I was so excited to meet Sybil, but I just can’t get there,” she said, defeated.

“Let me call you a cab or something,” he offered.

“Oh, Mr. Lee, I couldn’t let you do that,” she refused.

“What’s going on?” you wondered after catching your breath.

“Dr. Tate’s got some car trouble,” Gwilym answered.

“What?!” you gasped.

Gwilym put the phone on speaker so you could hear.

“I could come get you,” he said to Dr. Tate.

“You shouldn’t leave Y/N in case anything happens,” she insisted. “Really, it’ll be fine if you go -”

“No, no more bloody let downs,” he said.

Dr. Tate sputtered for a response.

“Daddy, if you can’t go get her, why not ask Adam?” Violet suggested. “He’s Mommy’s assistant.”

“That’s brilliant, Vi!” he cried, kissing her head excitedly.

“What? No, we can’t bother him with this!” you interjected.

“Darling, please!” Gwilym cried. “Please! People are showing up for you today, alright? You’re giving birth, and believe it or not, we all love you and truly, genuinely want to help. Including Adam. So please just let us.”

Your eyes brimmed with fresh tears. You smiled.

“Okay,” you conceded. “Do what you need to.”

“Dr. Tate, we’re sending Y/N’s assistant to you to pick you up,” Gwilym said. “His name is Adam. I’ll just need you to send me your address so I can send it to him.”

“Okay, then,” she agreed.

Gwilym called Adam to ensure he was awake. He was, and immediately agreed to go and get the doctor. When Gwilym hung up, he returned to you.

“Turn on your side, love,” he said, reclining beside you. “I’ll rub your back.”

“You’re an angel,” you replied.

You needed his help in turning over, which he was happy to do. Violet climbed on the bed between you and added her hands as well. Gwilym showed her how to apply just enough pressure to relieve the pain.

An hour passed. Your labor had progressed now to where the contractions were less than two minutes apart and your pain had increased to a near unbearable amount. You were in tears and clinging to Gwilym for dear life. He had returned you to your position on your back because he feared at any moment, the time to begin pushing would be upon you. He checked his phone but there was no word from Adam or Dr. Tate, despite the numerous calls he’d made.

“Come on, Adam, pick up,” he muttered, calling once again.

He got Adam’s voicemail and nearly screamed.

Then, you let out a cry like nothing he’d ever heard before. It was strangled and broken as you threw your head back into the pillows. Your sweat-coated chest heaved and you sobbed.

“Aaaaahhhhh, Gwil!” you shouted. “It’s starting!”

“Oh, God, really?!” he cried.

He moved so he was sitting on his knees, between your legs. Violet stood up by your shoulders, crying silently. She was holding your hand.

“I CAN FEEL HER!” you shrieked.

Gwilym looked. He couldn’t see the head yet, but he didn’t doubt that you felt it. Terror rushed through him. He swallowed, trying not to let you see how scared he was. He knew nothing about delivering a child, and he didn’t want to mess anything up. He looked desperately over at Violet.

“Violet, I think we’re on our own,” he said. “Go to the closet and get as many clean towels as you can. Then you need to go to the kitchen and get a bowl of hot water. As hot as it will go, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” she said with a firm nod.

She left the room, and started down the hall to the linen closet. He heard her struggling with the towels and he started to go and help her, but then the doorbell rang. It wasn’t just one ring, either, it was several frenzied rings like someone was pressing it rapidly.

“I’ll get it!” Violet called.

Gwilym looked at you. You reached for him and he gave you his hand.

“She’s coming,” you said thickly. “She’s nearly here, Gwil, I - oh SHIT!”

You writhed against the bed, squeezing his hand so hard he swore the bones cracked. But he didn’t show one ounce of discomfort. He just whispered soothing words into your ear.

Violet burst back into the room, followed by Adam and Doctor Tate, who both were red-faced and winded.

“What the hell took you?!” Gwilym demanded.

Dr. Tate didn’t answer, she just got straight to work, throwing a sheet over your legs and pulling several tools out of her bag. Adam heaved like he might vomit, but didn’t. He took a deep breath.

“There was a - holy shit,” he panted. “There was a roadblock. The GPS said it was going to be a three hour delay, so we pulled off, parked at a store, and ran the rest of the way here.”

“You ran here?!” Gwilym repeated, astounded.

Before Adam could answer, Dr. Tate interrupted.

“Okay, we’re about to start pushing,” she said. “Adam, could you take Violet and -”

“No,” you said weakly. “They can both stay.”

“Are you sure?” Dr. Tate asked.

You nodded. With that, Adam scooped up Violet, and sat in a chair by the bed. By your head so they wouldn’t see anything too intimate. She placed her little hand on your shoulder and it was such a comfort to you. You started to thank her, but a whimper came out instead.

“Okay, Y/N,” said Dr. Tate. “Are you with me?”

You looked at her. Gwilym stood beside her, holding one of your legs up.

“I am,” you sighed.

“You’re so strong,” she said. “I just need you to keep being strong for a little bit longer. It’s too late to administer drugs, so this won’t be easy. Just remember you’ve done it before. You got this. I need to give me a hard push in three...two...one, PUSH!”

“AAARRRRGGGHHHH!” you cried, putting every ounce of energy you had into pushing.

Gwilym watched, amazed, as the baby’s head began to emerge. You fell back against the pillows and prepared to push again.

Hey you, you're a child in my head

You haven't walked yet

Your first words have yet to be said

But I swear you'll be blessed

I know you're still just a dream

your eyes might be green

Or the bluest that I've ever seen

Anyway you'll be blessed

And you, you'll be blessed

You'll have the best

I promise you that

I'll pick a star from the sky

Pull your name from a hat

I promise you that, promise you that, promise you that

You'll be blessed

I need you before I'm too old

To have and to hold

To walk with you and watch you grow

And know that you're blessed

Finally, with a healthy cry, Sybil Audrey Lee entered the world.

***

In the coming weeks, you and your family had a ton of visitors. Gwilym’s parents stopped by pretty frequently, but they were always careful that Violet received attention along with Sybil. You had never appreciated two people more.

When Sybil was three weeks old, Joe, Rami, and Ben all made it over to see her. Joe was holding her and giving her a bottle while Violet sat on Gwilym’s lap. They all listened as Gwil told the story of the birth once again.

“Damn,” Joe said. “That’s so intense. How’d you get through it?”

You took Gwilym’s hand. “I couldn’t have done it without Gwil. Violet wasn’t as stubborn about coming out. Sybil was apparently very comfortable in there.”

He laughed, kissing your temple.

“You did it, darling,” he said. “I mostly ran around and panicked.”

Joe threw the burping cloth over his shoulder and adjusted Sybil so he could begin patting her back.

“How are you, Violet?” Ben asked. “Are you helping Mum and Dad?”

“I am!” she returned. “I don’t know how they get on while I’m at school because I do a lot. I feed Sybil all the time, but Mommy or Daddy burps her. I’ve even learned how to change her diapers.”

“Actually, Violet has been incredible,” you admitted. “She helps out with the cleaning as well.”

“Well, Grandma showed me how to do everything, so you guys can sleep!” she said.

“You’re the backbone of the household, lovie,” Gwilym told her. “Just remember to be a kid too.”

The rest of the visit was similarly pleasant, and they agreed to return the next day to take you all to lunch somewhere out of the house.

One thing had not changed since Sybil’s birth. Gwilym still read to Violet every night before bed. No matter how tired he was or what was happening. He refused to let that tradition change. In doing so, he showed Violet that she was still a priority.

Somehow, with Sybil, Gwilym was a natural. You were frequently asking him told take her so you could pump or switch out bras, or put her down so you could close your eyes before having to feed her. He was truly all you could hope for in a father for your child. Since Sybil’s birth, you had not hesitated once to ask him for help. And you stopped apologizing when you did. You had no idea what flipped the switch. You were just glad to be fully a part of a team.

That night, as you placed Sybil in the bassinet, you reflected on the breakthroughs you had made. You felt so lucky. To have a child as sweet as Violet who, even though her feelings still got hurt sometimes, she was becoming very understanding. To have a husband as wonderful as Gwilym, who had fought so hard for the birth of Sybil to go just right, even though it derailed quite a bit.

Gwil joined you after putting Violet to bed. You watched him go and kiss Sybil gently before climbing into bed with you. You smiled and hummed happily.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I was just thinking how wonderful it is that Sybil has you and Violet in her life,” you said. “She’s very blessed, you know.” You leaned over and kissed his lips tenderly. When you pulled back, you held his gaze.

“And so am I.”

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