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galamalion · 4 months

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୨୧. 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄

summary. luffy's relationship with hancock begins to strike a deep nerve within you.

⤷ contents. monkey d. luffy x gn!reader, fluff + angst, boa hancock is rude, jealous!reader, light angst (resolved by the end), slight miscommunication // wc. 2.1k

⤷ notes. request by @amortentiaz for a jealous!reader over luffy's relationship with boa hancock. i think i got a little too invested in writing reader's anger, maybe i should write some more angst... i hope you enjoy! <3

Your boyfriend wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.

Was he caring? Of course, he cuddled and hugged and kissed you near constantly. Was he attentive? Easily, he always wanted to snuggle with you, no matter your location—even if it led to some unfortunate circumstances.

But he may just be the most scatterbrained boyfriend anyone could ask for, and your current situation was perhaps the best example of his obliviousness.

"Ah, Luffy! I have more food if you want it!"

"Really?! Thank you, Hancock!"

You and Luffy had gotten pulled off your ship by a terrible storm, only a small makeshift raft of wood to keep you afloat. A miracle had led you to land on Amazon Lily, an island led by a woman with a fixation for Luffy.

And so here you were, stuck watching the most beautiful woman in the world drape herself over your boyfriend like they'd been married for the last thirty years. Sure, your boyfriend was the greatest catch in the East Blue, but he was your boyfriend. Not Hancock's 'sweetie pie honey bun super-special pirate king.'

You had just finished talking with Jimbei through the snail transponder, who informed you that the ship would be there tomorrow in the morning. Unfortunately, that meant you would have to stay here.

"Alright, Luffy," you sighed, "The Thousand Sunny will be here in the morning, which means that we're stuck here for tonight."

"There's a room prepared for you in the palace if you need it, Luffy! I can have whatever you need brought there," Hancock swooned, feeding Luffy a drumstick.

"Ooh! Hey, is there anything you need, ____?" Luffy turned to ask, voice muffled by all the meat stuffed inside his mouth.

You looked behind Luffy to meet eyes with Hancock, watching her expression sour at the mention of your name.

"I think I'm fine. Thanks, Luf," you muttered, crossing your arms.

"Ok, but Hancock can bring us anything, so if you change your mind you can ask her!" he grinned, taking another large bite of the drumstick.

You sighed, briefly meeting eyes with Hancock who silently scoffed at your presence. Angrily, you stomped out of the palace and out of the town, going far, far away from the oh-so benevolent queen of the island.

As you walked into the expansive forest of the island, you began kicking a rock with each step, muttering under your breath.

"Oh Luffy, here's some yummy food!" you kicked the rock. "Oh Luffy, what dress do you think I should wear?" you kicked the rock. "Oh Luffy, you should break up and we should get married and have a bunch of tiny beautiful babies!"

You kicked the rock off the path, watching it roll off into underbrush and onto the grass floor of the forest.

"Go on then," you grumbled, "go get married to the prettiest girl in the world! then you can really be King of the Pirates..."

As you walked further into the tropical forest of the island, you came upon a rocky cliff, a beautiful location covered in small plants and light foliage. Rocks jutting out harshly in every which way, moss growing upon it, unbothered and untouched.

This is just what you need.

You stepped up to the edge of the cliff and gazed at the forest below, wild and vibrant green hues filling up every space you looked at. The sky was similar, a brilliant cloudless blue, like a calm blue sea without a boat in sight. You could stare at this serene scene for all of eternity, if only time allowed.

Sighing wistfully, you closed your eyes and stretched your body, taking a deep breath.

And then, you screamed.

You screamed at nothing and everything, all at once. At Hancock and Luffy, together, singularly, at their actions, at their attitudes. You shrieked at Hancock's cruel expressions, her blatant disregard for your own feelings. You screeched at Luffy's oblivious disposition, his inability to realize how you felt about all of this. You screamed until your throat burned, until you could feel your eyes welling up with tears and your screams turned into sobs turned into silent crying.

Needless to say, it was a much needed catharsis.

You calmed yourself down and walked back to the bustling city, taking in the nature surrounding you. As you continued walking, a long, rubbery leg touched down onto the forest path. The leg was attached to your boyfriend, who jumped down from the trees with a bewildered and frightened expression on his face.

"Are you okay ____?!" I heard—"

"I'm fine," you snapped, brushing past him.

Luffy gave you a confused look as you walked towards the village, on your way to check out the room in the palace Hancock so graciously gave you.

It was placed right next door to Hancock's own chambers, no doubt because she wanted to keep Luffy close, but the interior was far more shocking. Instead of a giant king sized bed in the middle, two beds—one far bigger than the other—with a great deal of space separating them were inside. It was almost too obvious to tell which bed was Luffy's, given the amount of food and gift baskets surrounding it.

You were just shocked that she put you in Luffy in the same room.

Deciding it wasn't worth complaining about, you instead searched around the castle in search of a library, a place Luffy would never look for you.

It wasn't that you were mad at him. No, it would be more accurate to say that you were furious. But you knew deep inside your mind that it wasn't his fault. But you also knew that if you saw him again, you would blow up, explode, in his face.

You stayed in the library until midnight, reading fairy tales and historical texts, immersing yourself in the stories and history these books contained. You could feel the anger and jealousy in your veins dwindle with each page you read.

Once you had returned your amassed collection of books back to their shelves, you made your way back to your room. Expectations were low, you were fairly certain that Luffy wouldn't have a clue regarding your feelings, and a conversation would most certainly need to happen.

Walking quietly to your shared room, you carefully opened the door. the first thing you noticed was that Luffy was still awake, crouched in the middle of his bed. It wasn't strange for Luffy to be awake so late in the night, knowing that his sleep schedule was pretty irregular, but an unusually upset expression was etched into his face.

The second thing you noticed was that the delicious gifts surrounding his bed were uneaten, unopened, the wrapping on a few having not been touched.

Luffy noticed you immediately, the corners of his lips pulling down even further, his brow furrowed in a mixture of, seemingly, sadness and confusion, like a puppy watching their owner leave for the first time.

"Are you mad at me?" he blurted out quietly, clutching his knees.

All you could do was sigh in response, moving to sit on your own bed.

"I don't know," you confessed, looking away from him. "I'm...mad, yeah. But at you? I don't know."

Luffy remained quiet until you decided to break the silence.

"Hancock is pushy," you crossed your arms, "she's pushing my boundaries and she's pushing her way between us. I know she's a friend of yours and she's helped you a lot, but it hurts to watch her snuggle up to you and talk about the 'love' between you."

You looked up at Luffy, seeing the realization and hurt flood his eyes, his fingers twitching as his legs slid towards the edge of the bed.

He didn't say anything yet, instead squeezing the blankets and looking down at his feet, clearly composing his thoughts.

"I'm sorry, ____," Luffy whispered, standing up from the bed. "I know Hancock does nice things for me, but I don't see her like I see you,"

"Then why don't you tell her off? Tell her to leave you alone, tell her you're in a relationship?" you pushed, feeling the jealousy seething out of you.

Luffy frowned and walked closer to you, sitting down on your bed. "You're the greatest treasure I've ever found," he confessed, moving his hands to yours, "it's like you're so shiny and bright, and everybody else is all gray. I know Hancock talks a lot and gives me a lot of food, but if you don't want me to talk or take stuff from her, then I won't, promise!"

Despite your attempts to remain stoic, you were unable to disguise the twinge of a smile caused by Luffy's statement, choosing to nuzzle your face in his neck to hide.

"You don't have to ignore her, Luf. Just ask her to tone it down, maybe? She is the queen of this place. Even if I'm mad at her, I'd rather not piss off someone who can kill us with a snap of her fingers," you mumbled, playing with his vest.

Luffy gave you a big hug, wrapping his rubbery arms around once, and then twice. "If she tries to hurt you, then I'll stop her! You're way more awesome than her," Luffy declared with a pout, falling back into your tiny bed with you in his arms, "and I promise I'll be an extra awesome boyfriend for you."

"You're too sweet, Luf," you laughed softly, hugging him tighter. "But maybe we should move to the bigger bed?"

"I'm too tired, and I'm already comfy," he whined.

"Fine," you grumbled, too tired to argue with your much stronger boyfriend (and captain.)

"G'night, ____," Luffy hummed, pulling you closer to his chest.

You smiled, shutting your eyes, "Night, Luffy."

The morning seemed to come swiftly, light spilling into the room and striking your face. Your boyfriend was still wrapped around you like a vice, caging you tightly against his chest.

"Luffy," you groaned, trying to push him away, "you gotta let me go, it's time to get up,"

Luffy moaned and pressed his face to your chest, "Five more minutes, pretty please?"

"Jimbei said the ship would be here in the morning, the mor-ning, Luf. If we're late to meet them then Nami will beat our asses."

"Then I'll beat her up!"

"Then I'll have to dig your grave."

Luffy pouted and retracted his arms, crossing them, "Fine, we can go now."

Now free from you boyfriend's hold, you and Luffy changed your clothes for the new day, then exited the bedroom.

Immediately upon opening the door, you were greeted with the beautiful, illuminating face of Boa Hancock, who was clearly shocked and upset to see you exit with Luffy.

"Ah, Luffy! I just wanted to see if you wanted to have breakfast? I've had 60 eggs cooked and 30 plates of meat—"

"Sorry, Hancock!" Luffy interrupted, scooping you up and throwing you over his shoulder, "we've gotta go!"

"But—"

Without letting her get another word out, Luffy sprinted through the halls of the palace and out of an expansive window, stretching his way across the viridian forest below.

The sights below were familiar, but it was strange seeing them down below. You could make out the path you travelled through the leaves, even catching a glimpse of the cliff you had stood on last night, a horrible moment during a horrible day that seemed so far away now.

As Luffy jumped from tree to tree, occasionally breaking through the canopy to give you that bird's-eye view, you eventually landed at the gate to Amazon Lily, where the thousand sunny was currently floating.

"Hey, lovebirds!" Nami yelled up, waving her arms, "you're just in time! Let's get out of here!"

"Please, let me go! I need to get onto that island!" Sanji cried out, held in place by Robin's devil fruit-generated limbs.

Luffy let out a boisterous laugh, "We're comin' down! Let's go, ____!" he howled, sprinting towards the ledge.

You looked over your shoulder, fear in your eyes, "Luffy, don't you dare!"

Luffy, ignoring your pleas for a safer entrance, leapt onto the ship with a battle cry, landing perfectly on the wooden deck with you in hand. He gently set you down, flashing a grin as he patted your shoulder.

"Wasn't that fun?!" Luffy exclaimed, dusting off his straw hat.

You collapsed in shock, sprawling your limbs out on the deck as you recovered from your near-death situation.

"We'll...we'll work on that," you panted, desperately attempting to catch your breath.

"Sweet! Let's go now!" Luffy cheered, pulling you back up

"Go? Where?" you asked, astonished, "we just got back to the ship?"

"I told ya, I'm gonna be and extra super awesome boyfriend!" he beamed, "now we have to go do some extra super awesome stuff!"

He once again wrapped you up in his arms, flashing a smile as he hugged you.

"I promise I'm gonna be a way better boyfriend from now on, I won't disappoint you!" he beamed.

You smiled back and ruffled his hair, kissing his forehead.

"You're already the best boyfriend I could ask for, Luffy."

"But I can be better!"

"Better than best?"

"Best of the best!"

You threw you head back and laughed, squeezing him back.

"Alright, Luf. Show me what you have in mind."

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kaicubus · 1 year

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Art Block | Xavier T.

warnings ✩° : smut, thigh riding, making out, being manhandled, non-intercourse sex, light cursing, pretty tame in terms of degradation and praise.

pairing ✩° : xavier thorpe x fem!reader, all characters are of age aka 18+

premise ✩° : as an artist, sometimes stress becomes a blockage to create. some may say artists need a bit of relief from that.

word count ✩° : 2.4k

authors note ✩° : hi hi!! i hope everyone had a safe and happy new years, heres my gift to you bc i know all of you THIRST over this man just like i do, so heres to a prosperous, healthy, happy new year!!

Making art has always been such an easy task for you. It comes as if it were second nature to illustrate vibrant landscapes and realistic portraits. You're a god at your craft, anyone could tell. Just like you, however, your boyfriend Xavier was the same. Though, like any artist, he occasionally got art block and soon became frustrated with his inability to create art like you.

At times, he resented you for it. Skill and talent came so easy to you after all, so it was hard not to scowl when he was lacking and felt inferior. But Xavier loves you regardless. It’s just that sometimes he wanted to closely observe how you managed to pull it off.

That brings you to now, locked in Xavier’s art shed with no one but him and his black smog surrounding his head, a vivid image of his stress of not producing any art for the past two weeks. Your eyes, glued onto your boyfriend who every now and then would chew on his lip or nails, still failing to even put a splotch of paint on the pristine, white surface in front of him.

You can tell he’s struggling. However, unsure as to what to do to help, you remain quiet. Usually, the answer to Xavier’s small pouts and quiet stares is easy to figure out, let alone fix, but this time, artist to artist, it was a little more complex than that. Still, you wanted to help as much as possible, even if that meant staying with him for a few more hours.

Suddenly, an irritated sigh breaks your thought process and you look up at the source.

“Xavier when are you going to stop sulking and actually do something?” You groan as well.

Your boyfriend’s brows arch downwards, softly adjacent to his slightly cracked, wet lips parted to reveal the tips of his top teeth. His expression of dazed shock makes you laugh. “I’m sorry, was there something you had in mind of me doing to get rid of this art block? Perhaps, I don’t know, not verbally assaulting me every few seconds?” He cracks a lighthearted grin.

“Oh come on,” You lean on your open palm and smile, “No art is bad art, unless you know, it’s traced...or completely ripped off...or it’s corporate art.”

“Y/n.”

“Sorry, sorry. But whatever you do is going to be great, so just create already! I’m this close to getting some food and coming back, I feel like it’s going to be a while which I’m ready to stand by for.”

With a swift hand, Xavier runs his fingers through his hair and ties his loose, long locks into a messy ponytail. Watching him is somewhat mesmerizing, maybe because his hair is so soft and so long, effortlessly healthy, and his fingers are so slender and...before you know it his hair is already put up. Xavier presses his lips together and raises his brows, letting out a soft breath of air.

“You know,” Xavier starts, leaning back on his palms and looking towards your direction, “It’s hard to focus when you’re looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” You reply, cluelessly, “What am I doing? I’m just watching.”

“Yeah. Watching.” He clears his throat free from built up stress and gives you a small grin, “Why don’t you come over here instead of looking like a creep?” It’s a joke, but part of it was true since your posture was similar to a crunched up creep, hugging your knees to your chest on a bar stool, surrealistically misplaced in the middle of the entire shed just watching your boyfriend struggle to meet his paintbrush to the canvas.

“Well I don’t want to mess you up. I’ll stay right here.”You point down.

Xavier sighs and shakes his head, turning now to face you completely, “Y/n I’ll focus better if you come and sit by me. Maybe then we can get out of here. I mean, you’re welcome to leave if you really want to. It might take a while.”

“No no, I want to stay. Maybe you just need some motivation? A muse? Some music to inspire you? I always listen to music when I draw, and it works.”

Your smile makes his eyebrows twitch into a thoughtful expression. Instead of taking your advice of music or having a muse, he gets another idea and puts his paintbrush down. Maybe you’re right. Maybe he just needs the motivation.

“You know what would actually help me?” Xavier nibbles on his bottom lip slightly and looks down, “If you…”

You watch as Xavier taps the tops of his thighs and looks at you with a muffled grin.

“Sit here?” He says finally, a hidden excitement changes his face and causes him to look away for a split second, then back with a more calm aura. He’s trying so badly to contain himself, but you know him too well to carelessly glaze over it, so you decide to tease him a bit.

“Why? Is this motivation for you? Or do you just want to procrastinate?” You smile and stand up from your stool, making your way over to your boyfriend slowly.

“I just thought,” he chuckles breathlessly, “Maybe having you here will turn the gears in my head or something.” His half minded suggestion makes your chest flutter.

“Oh yeah? Really. Is that it?” You sit down on top of Xavier’s lap and wrap your legs perfectly around his waist, “I wouldn’t mind if it were for something else.”

“Not necessarily...”

“Hm?” you hum warmly and gently touch the back of his neck, sending an unexpected shiver down Xavier’s spine, “Not necessarily?”

There was always a feeling of bubbling confidence inside you whenever you knew there was something Xavier wanted. Maybe it’s the specific glint in his big, hazel eyes as he looks up into yours that sends your senses fuzzy and hinders your thought process, but in the next moment you know, your lips are on his and his hands find their rightful place, hugging your hips and digging into your thighs.

With a snug fit, squeezing both legs around his singular one, you situate yourself to where the middle of your legs is properly sat on his thigh. The position is almost natural by the way you seemingly snap onto him as if you were a rubber band reverting back to its meant to be place. Xavier grins a bit into your pliant mouth, making his way onto your tongue with short and abrupt licks.

Desperate to please him and find release yourself, your body starts moving on its own, hips rutting against the roughness of his jeans. Pressing the growing heat surging between your legs onto Xavier’s cold thigh sends an mellow shiver in your system, allowing you to go faster to warm your seat for all the comfort you can get.

Much to his pleasure, Xavier’s mouth stretches out into a thin and permissive smile, unable to hide his satisfaction any longer. Soon enough, mumbles of praise fall just beneath his breath in drawn out, low whispers.

“That’s it,” Xavier says deeply, tickling the raised hair on your neck, “Keep going.”

Following his words, you stuff your face deeper into the fabric of his hoodie and tangle your fingers in the strings, knotting your joints into the ropes for any sort of stability. Your desperation only makes him smile more, biting his tongue in secret as he looks around, happy and content with how he’s able to make such a mess out of you by just getting off on his thigh. Let alone his own words and guidance.

Xavier lowers his big hands to cusp the very edge of your ass, giving it a tight squeeze to earn another breathless moan from you. As if your senses are heightened to their max potential, every feather like touch drives you crazier by the second.

Attempting to catch your breath, you sink your teeth into your boyfriend’s hoodie, using the softness as a means to suppress your mewls of arousal as best as you can. But as he continues to massage your hips and manually move you back and forth on his leg, the effort quickly becomes useless.

“W-Wait a second, Xav—IER!” You're cut off by a blunt force nearly punching your gut, rendering you speechless and sending your hips stuttering. Almost as if he knows, Xavier grins and continues to grind your hips down on a newfound sensitive spot, eager to abuse it more.

“Does that feel good?” Xavier questions, pressing his mouth against the side of your face, “There? Right here?”

You want to speak, but the feeling that rolls inside of your body, moving your muscles to keep rubbing yourself on him doesn't allow you too. Instead, you try again to slow down, this time hoping to go unnoticed by Xavier as you hide your advances with deeper strokes. It doesn't go unnoticed though.

“Huh? No, no, Y/n why are you slowing down?” He leans down and runs the tips of his teeth along the outer shell of your ear once he feels your momentum slow. “You tired?” Xavier chuckles deeply, his condescending tone only making you more weak and immobile.

“X-Xavier it’s too much,” you whimper and grip onto his arm, “I can’t.”

“Can’t? You're really that sensitive you need a break? Come on, I know you can do better than that.”

You shudder in response and find your pace again, faster and longer, continuing to knead yourself against the fabric of his pants. Just as you think there might be a chance you'll get a break, Xavier suddenly picks up his leg and starts bouncing it up and down, moving his head down to see your flushed expression.

Just as he’d imagined, your lips are well parted and your face, well reddened from all the embarrassment and teasing he’s putting you through. For a second, you glance up and meet his gaze, only able to make out his smug yet curious face before you slam your face back into his shoulder and let out a loud moan of ecstasy in response to his bouncing.

“A-Ah, yeah. Does it feel good this way? Better?” Xavier’s breath tickles your ear, reminding you just how close he is.

If this was his way of torturing you, he was sure milking every opportunity of making your life hell. It was working. And he loved it. You pick your head up groggily from his chest and lock eyes with your almost sadistic looking boyfriend and exhale hesitantly, unable to breathe smoothly.

“M-Mhm...It feels so good, Xavier...please don’t s-stop!” You grit your teeth as soon as he hears the words and grips onto your hips roughly, “Hngh!”

”Don’t stop?” Xavier coos, “I’m barely doing anything. I can do more if you really want, if it’ll help you get off faster.”

You didn’t need anything else, you just needed a bit more time. But you didn’t want to just tell him that and feed into his slowly growing hungered desires. The look in his eyes as they burned into your being was hard enough to deal with as it is, what more could he do? Much more, actually. But you two are on a time crunch, as a reminder of your surroundings and the start of the whole thing, Xavier’s paintbrush falls off its uneven platform and startles both you and him.

“Fuck.” Your boyfriend curses quietly, “I can’t focus on that right now.” Knowing you're so close to release makes his patience run thin, and just as you can’t wait for much longer, he can’t either.

Suddenly, Xavier jerks his hips up, catching you off guard and making you cry out instantly, unprepared to counter the pressure pushing up onto your sore cunt. His moment of vigorous movement causes you to fall onto his chest and hold onto Xavier’s arms.

“AHN!” Your head instinctively gets thrown back from all the built up pleasure and finally, you feel your entire body tremble with an immense jittering feeling. Xavier only helps you ride out your orgasm and holds you in place, making small ruts against himself with your spastic thighs gripping around him tighter.

“S-Shit. Oh my God—” He hugs you close and locks his lips over yours, biting down on your bottom lip just enough to secure you in place and refusing to let go. Even though his shed is in the forest away from most people, there’s something inside of him, something possessive, that only wants all the noises you make to be heard by him and him only.

You whine into his mouth and buck against him again and again, making sure to make your orgasm count. Little whimpers fill his throat and he only hums back with a shit eating grin on his face.

When he finally pulls away from you, he watches as a string of saliva breaks and falls against your lips, but you're too tired to wipe your mouth. Xavier opens his mouth and lets out a soft breath of a mixture of pity and laughter seeing you so fucked out and blissfully numb.

“That was so fucking cute, holy shit.” He gives you a toothy grin and swipes his thumb over your swollen and wet lips, moving his attention to your wide and teary eyes once they're dry and still just as soft as they were before when his lips were on yours.

“Ah, hah, ha...” Your relaxation comes out in the form of several pants. As your chest heaves, Xavier just stares at you, softly reassuring you as he combs his fingers through your shirt and up your back.

His soft touches are more than enough to comfort you, but he continues, “So so so good for me...” He glances down at you and grins, “Yeah, good girl.”

Xavier pulls away, looking at your red and sweaty face as well as your equally drenched thighs, grinning at how much your body irks forward and lurches back to the slightest movement of his arms snaking around your sides. The sight of your lips, wet with drool and your eyes, soaked in a slight film of tears pleases him, playing a grin upon his own lips. Before you could question what he was thinking, Xavier’s eyes flicker from your face down to your lower half, your position, your fluttering feeling on his leg. Something about it all made it able for the gears in Xavier’s tortured artist mind to finally spin.

You looked stunning, the perfect picture, and just what he needed to see in order to finally step out of his artist block. If he said otherwise, he’d be lying through his teeth.

Just as he rubs your back fondly, tenderly, and warmly, Xavier kisses your shoulder and drags the tip of his finger along the arch of your back. “Don’t move, I have an idea for a painting.”

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snzhrchy · 1 year

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Hi hru 👋🏾

I have a request for Wednesday on Netflix maybe you could write xavier and the reader having a fight and then he suddenly kisses the reader. Only if you want

— ☆ THOSE FEW DAYS !

xavier thorpe x fem!reader

synopsis; you’re just concerned about your boyfriend’s issues but it leads to a terrible argument between you two yet you both still long for eachother.

warnings; none :)

taglist; lmk if u wanna be on it !

Ever since the arrival of Wednesday Addams in Nevermore and the unfortunate expulsion of Rowan, your boyfriend, Xavier Thorpe had been acting rather, unusual, to say the least.

Yes, he did lose his roommate and he was being tormented by frequent nightmares of a creature — it was enough to make one lose their sanity. Yet today, in particular, he was acting odd.

You noticed that today, he was feeling uncomfortable, bothered by the slightest conversation, as if he were scared. He also was making an attempt to cover his neck either with his collar or hands. You observed that the reason as to why he was hiding his neck was due to the large red scars that were planted on it — worst of all, they were fresh. They looked as if a creature had attacked his neck as it appeared that maybe claws were the cause of it.

You overheard him informing Wednesday that the scars were due to fencing class yet you knew him better than anyone — he wasn’t that careless to get injured so terribly in fencing. It was probably due to another cause.

Eventhough, deep down you knew you shouldn't inquire him about his latest injury something had urged you to question him about it. You wanted to know why he looked and felt so terrified. After all, you were his girlfriend, shouldn't you have a right to know?

Reluctantly, you made your way to his art studio which was an old shed he had cleaned out. You knew he was in it due to the slow hum of the music you could hear from the outside and the small light rays that penetrated out of the shed's windows.

Xavier would visit the shed whenever he was in distress. Lately, he'd been visiting it quite often as he was tortured by all his horrifying dreams and the events occurring in Jericho. The rumours of the creature in the woods weren't helping either.

One, two, three. You knocked thrice onto the door, patiently waiting for the man inside to let you in. After a few moments on waiting, the door finally opened to reveal an anger-stricken Xavier, who leaned against the doorway of the shed.

His palms were coloured in different shades of blue and red, indicating that he was painting. Whereas his eyes were both avoidant of your gaze. He kept glancing at his shoes, not even bothering to greet you — other times, he'd let you in, showing off anything new he had painted.

You broke off the awkward silence with a small cough, 'can I come in?' you lightly asked as you attempted to smile at him. Still not meeting your eyes, he replied with a simple 'sure,' and moved out of the way so that you could enter.

You looked around and were horrified at the sight of the inside of the shed. Nearly every corner was filled with sketches, drawings and paintings of the creature - some scribbled messily while others were decorated in detail. You now knew that his nightmares were only getting worse even with his multiple therapy sessions, he still wasn't getting any better.

'So what do you want?' Xavier asked with no emotion. You turned to look at him after finally tearing your eyes away from the gnarly pictures he had drawn. 'I just wanted to check up on you, see how you're feeling,' you replied, 'I noticed your scars and I wanted to ask you...' you trailed off, unsure of how to continue since you noticed that his expression hardened.

'Why? So you could blame me for all the murders?' he snapped. You had no idea what Xavier could possibly mean by that statement. Did someone blame him? Was that he was feeling so sour?

'No, I don't blame you at all and you know that. I was just here to check up on you and-' before you could finish, you were cut off by Xavier: 'well, I don't need you checking up on me, I'm perfectly fine. Stop pretending like you ever actually cared,' he shouted.

All the worry you had about him left you immediately, you yelled back at him as he yelled at you. You both were shouting back and forth, throwing cruel words at eachother. Until, you had had enough. Your eyes and cheeks were now stained with tears, your lips were bleeding due to you biting them aggressively and you wanted nothing more than to leave.

His harsh words were enough for you to finally leave his shed, filled with rage and sadness. Clearly, he was not feeling alright and took out his anger on you. You were just trying to check up on him, what could've caused him to feel like this?

To be honest, you were angry at him, terribly angry. You stormed into your room, trying to block off any thoughts you had about him. Yet you couldn't since no matter how foolish he acted, you still liked him.

Rave'N was suppose to be a fun and eventful night for any outcast. Well, any outcast except for you. Ever since your argument with Xavier, you didn't bother talking to him, even when he attempted to apologise to you.

You went with your friend and roommate, Yoko and instead of moping over Xavier, you decided to actually enjoy yourself. It was a party after all, you were suppose to enjoy yourself here. The drinks and loud music were finally making you forget all about Xavier.

After a couple of drinks and a few dances with Yoko, you were finally exhausting yourself. Tearing away from Yoko and the dance floor, you finally sat down on a table you presumed to be empty to rest a bit before going back.

'I see you're enjoying yourself here,' a familiar yet unexpecting voice called — the last voice you wanted to hear right now. Sighing, you turned to look at the unwelcomed face of Xavier. You raised your brow, 'So? It's a party,' you replied, not even bothering to pay attention to him.

'Hey listen...' he began as he sat himself next to you. You knew what to expect, for the past few days, Xavier had been attempting to apologise to you for his harsh words yet you didn't bother listening to any of his apologies; most of the time, Yoko would just tell him to leave.

You sighed and turned to look at him, 'you've told me that same apology multiple times but you have to realise that I was really hurt by your words... I was just worried.' This was probably the longest conversation you both had this entire week.

'Xavier, I understand you were hurting back then but I just kinda wished you ta—‘ before you could finish your statement, you got interrupted by a pair of lips on yours.

It was a surprised gesture but you reciprocated it almost immediately; you missed this so much. You’d never admit it but you really did miss Xavier loads. Just by kissing him, all the events of the past few days were lost; you just wanted to be with him.

Once you two pulled apart, Xavier looked at his shoes, avoiding your gaze again — it looked as if he was embarrassed of his actions.

‘I’m really sorry about that, y/n. I shouldn’t have done that,’ he stated apologetically. Deep down, Xavier longed for things to go back to the way they were. He felt upset and he missed you so much.

‘Hey, it’s alright. I’m kinda over it besides, you were just on edge back then; we both said things that we regretted. I understand,’ you gently spoke. Xavier looked at you with hopeful eyes yet he didn’t utter a single word.

The last thing Xavier expected you to do was stand up and offer your hand to his, inviting him onto the dance floor.

‘Come on,’ you said as you happily dragged him to the dance floor.

#wednesday #wednesday x reader #wednesday imagines #wednesday series #xavier thorpe #xavier x reader #xavier imagines #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe imagines

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jymwahuwu · 6 months

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I was wondering. . What if scenario where darling finally escaped jing yuan by dying and jing yuan had felt all emotions at once anger, furry, sadness, despair, agony. He just cant move on from darling he waited and waited for her next reincarnation and. . Finally after so long of waiting she was finally here standing, breathing and alive

And his not so kind once he kidnapped darling once more and had locked her on his (their) shared bedroom then he just basically fucks darling to the hell and back after so long and he makes her cum and darling felt overstimulated and had kept crying to him to slow down and trying to push him away because who in the right mind would suddenly pull a strange onto some person's house then fucks them into oblivion?!

(Basically idk why im horny or maybe its because i have a period idk anymore-)

From Cloud anon!

thank you cloud anon<3 hesitant to write this…but i love the thirsty ending 🫣 for Jing Yuan, if his clingy and sweet side can't keep you… he doesn't mind getting rough…?

CW: yandere, angst, non-con, kidnapping, overstimulation, (mentioned) death in the past

(The relationship between the reader here and Jing Yuan’s past life is described in a rather vague way. Please DON’T send me requests and comments about angst and take revenge on yandere. I’m tired of receiving those 😭 Please read the rules.)

That's a really rare concept for long living species; life blooms in the spring and withers in the winter. Jing Yuan placed flowers on the coffin, and… still… worked and lived as usual, arranging Luofu's daily affairs at the seat of divine foresight. People whispered- they said, Look. The general is so ruthless. His only lover in centuries had withered like a flower, and he was unmoved.

Jing Yuan knows that he can still live as usual, but there is an empty gap in his heart, which often aches, but he still chooses to keep you in his heart instead of letting time pass by. No loss can cause Jing Yuan to stagnate, he just lives with wounds. He regretted not leaving more holographic records and replayed the few videos you had, over and over again. "mm- Jing Yuan-" Your lips parted slightly, a record of a time when you were so annoyed that you blocked the camera with your hands and giggled while eating ice cream. That was - that was when you liked him, right? The general sometimes wonders - are you tired of him pestering you like that? He apologized, apologized, apologized bitterly - but you wouldn't hear it again. In the end, he still couldn't keep you, you flowed away between his fingers like floating sand. What had hundreds of years left for him?

Reincarnation - Jing Yuan really found you, in another galaxy. In the dim light, you are standing on the street, laughing and chatting with your friends. A familiar frown and a sweet smile, and when talking about interesting topics, the clear and sweet laughter leaked out. Similar facial features, similar movements and expressions are the imprint of the same soul. Jing Yuan suppressed the urge to take you away immediately, knowing that he must first find out your identity in this life. He removes every possible obstacle and takes you away.

Locked up in a room, in the general's mansion. Since you didn't like being able to travel freely among the stars in your previous life.

To you, you who have no information, this is really the cage that abruptly descends. Be sent to the Xianzhou ship by the people of your planet. Your hands are locked with a bunch of locks made of solid space material, but they are wrapped in plush fabric as if to prevent your wrists from getting hurt. The burly man with long white hair, said to be a general named Jing Yuan, caresses your body desperately - desperately. Lots of sticky, dazzling kisses. His tongue dipped into your mouth to search. Tears…tears? This mysterious man doesn't shed tears when you look at him, it's like the tears have dried up. Your thighs and calves were tied together and spread apart, forcing you to expose your most private parts and squirt on his thick fingers for hours. Orgasm is no excuse to stop. After your struggles and twitches, those fingers didn't slow down at all. The cock is buried deep inside you without any suspense after the warm-up is completed. The tight walls contracted and the liquid spread outward.

You are confused - confused, orgasming in pleasure, wanting to push him away (but your hands are tied), asking who he is and why he treats you like this while still maintaining your senses, and all you get is silence. It was the silence of not wanting to repeat the old dreams. From behind, his entire crotch is pressed against your ass, and even your hands are pressed by him, rocking and pounding you back and forth, occasionally kissing your cheek in a daze. Face to face, staring into your eyes, the lower body is closely connected. On top, you were forced to ride him, swinging your waist. From the side, a strong arm lifts one of your legs and slowly inserts it. In front, sucking and servicing that cock for hours. Seed and fluid oozed from the connection. There are two trembling vibrators stuck to your nipples. What a mess.

After making up for some of the love he hadn't had in hundreds of years, the general felt more at ease. Jing Yuan's hands wrapped around your shoulders and waist. You wanted to hate him so much- hate him, but he read you bedtime stories and space. He prepares rich meals for you, toys to relieve your boredom, and kisses your forehead. He promises to take you out, but not now.

Not now.

#yandere hsr #yandere honkai star rail #yandere jing yuan #yandere hsr x reader #yandere jing yuan x reader #honkai x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you

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suashii · 1 year

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୨♡୧ YOU SHINE LIKE STARLIGHT— dan heng x reader. sfw. fluff.

note! this is my first time writing for the fandom + dan heng so pls be kind! enjoy ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

dan heng's limbs feel heavy when he boards the train. he offers himkeo and mr. yang a short nod before making his way to the passenger cabin. his body is practically screaming for him to get some much-needed rest but there are a few things he wants to review in the data bank before he does so.

the door to the archive room opens with a quiet whoosh. dan heng sheds himself of the armor on his shoulder and leans his spear in the corner while he slips out of his shoes. he inhales a breath of air through a yawn, tears forming in the corners of his eyes as he walks up the two steps to get to the computer.

"hey." the unexpected sound of a voice makes dan heng's shoulders jerk up in surprise. he whips his head in the direction of it to find you situated on the floor with a book in your hand. but you aren't just in just any spot on the floor—you've gotten comfortable in his makeshift bed. "how'd it go?"

he doesn't think it should, but the sight makes his mouth go dry. for a moment, all the man can do is stare with parted lips. you've been in and out of here plenty before but he can't say he's ever seen you so snug—not in the desk chair and never under his blanket. dan heng isn't sure why the view makes his palms sweaty and his cheeks warm.

he clears his throat and continues on his path to the desk, answering your question with one of his own. "what are you doing here?"

"reading." you gently wave your book in the air to emphasize your statement. "you said i could stop by whenever."

he did tell you that and he meant it but dan heng never expected that the invitation would have extended to his sleeping quarters. he doesn't bother elaborating on the context of "here" in his query, only nods and taps away at the keyboard in front of him in a poor attempt to stop thinking about how cute you look in his bed and the strange way it makes him feel.

a beat of silence passes before you speak up again. "you dodged my question."

lithe fingers dancing along keys still for a split second with your statement. dan heng hums as he continues with his search. he should have known you wouldn't let that slip; for as long as you've been on the express you've been perceptive. it's an admiral trait, he thinks, although, during moments such as these, your keen eye seems to be working against him.

"you didn't run into too much trouble, right? no injuries or anything?" you ask.

there's a heavy thump against dan heng's chest that follows your voiced concerns for him. he's still getting used to that—someone asking about him, worrying about him. it's foreign, the care you seem hellbent on showing him, but he'd be lying to himself if he said it didn't make him feel warm inside. still, dan heng hasn't found an effective way to express his gratitude quite yet. "you really consider little of me if you think i walked away with anything more than a scratch."

you close your book with a cheery laugh that drifts through the air and kisses dan heng's ears. the sound is light and sweet and one the man doesn't hear nearly as often as he'd like. even now, you're readying to leave.

he turns in his chair to watch your rise from his mat and stretch your arms above your head. you meet his sparkling blue eyes as you do so, offering him a sleepy smile. "well, make sure you get a bandaid on that scratch."

dan heng can't help the quiet huff of air that comes from his nose at your words. he appreciates that too, the way you entertain his dry humor.

"and maybe think about sleeping in an actual bed tonight instead of on the floor." you gesture to his setup as you comb the bookshelves for the empty spot where you pulled the leather-bound journal from. the next part of your sentence comes while you carefully return the book to its rightful place. "your muscles will thank you."

the door to the archive room slides open with your prompting. before you take your leave, you turn back to the man and raise your hand in a wave. "good night and sweet dreams."

the room is blanketed in silence after your departure. dan heng's mind wanders back to you and your presence as he wraps up his research. the cabin felt much more lively and far less cold with you in it. tranquility has never bothered him but he's slowly beginning to learn that he prefers the illumination that radiates from you. he'd choose that over the stillness any day.

less than an hour passes before the fatigue catches up with dan heng. as he stands from his chair, he glances at his mat on the floor. he hasn't considered touching the room set aside for him since he boarded the express but, at your suggestion, he just might.

thanks for reading! consider commenting or reblogging if you enjoyed ❤︎

#₊˚ପ⊹ signed: honkai star rail #dan heng x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #dan heng x you #hsr x you #dan heng fluff #hsr fluff #honkai star rail fluff #hsr imagines

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yzzart · 7 months

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— 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨…"

𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐱 f!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: How can a question hurt you so much? 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Spoilers for chapter 236, angst but contains words of comfort and some explicit words 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.310! 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: today's my birthday but you're getting a gift! i hope you like it because i almost shed liters of tears while writing this. — sorry for any mistakes.

"What if i left one day?"

Satoru interrupted the brief and sneaky moment of silence that had filled the room; even his words were accompanied by a mediocre echo.

The afternoon was already beginning to announce its delicate end, but there were still strong rays of sunlight invading the room through the window; even with the thin white curtains around. — So, there was still no need, and none of you were bothered, to turn on the lights.

Lying on the large bed, which was recently purchased and still smelled new, along with soft, white pillows and a blanket of the same color spread between your body and Gojo's. — If in doubt, the oldest could camouflage himself in that place and no one would ever find him again.

It was impossible to feel any discomfort, irritation or discomfort in that place; and you weren't just mentioning the new bed or your pillows and blanket. — However, after that question, which had not gained much of your attention, an involuntary sensation that you had never felt before passed your hand over your head.

"What?" — Your voice came out in disbelief, with a somewhat sleepy tone but attentive to the words spoken by the white-haired sorcerer; hoping it was just sleepy nonsense, or a joke from Satoru. —Two things typical of your lover.

A heavy sigh, which could be considered exhausted but had a mixture of feelings that were in conflict, was released by Gojo's lips. — It wasn't his familiar dramatic sigh, when he's starved for attention like a child; it was completely different and enigmatic. — You never thought you would use the last word to describe Satoru with something.

"And if i left one day…" — He repeated, slowly and understandingly, with the intention of you paying attention and understanding every word that left his lips; but, it seemed that his questioning was incomplete. - "… what would you do?"

A rather sudden, quick, and frightened movement was made between the pillows; Satoru even looked around the place to see what had really happened. — You turned your head, automatically, after Satoru's intriguing question. — A feeling of dizziness reached his forehead.

Your eyes roamed Satoru's face; an angelic face, which you claimed was drawn line by line by the gods, that could exist. — And you regretted having uttered that statement to the strongest who began to demand and glorify himself because of it. — A face that has faced and witnessed countless situations, moments, destructions and constructions.

A face that always maintained a happy, contented and relaxed expression, totally different from the issues and curses it faced. — The smiling expressions so familiar to his friends and enemies alike; Mainly, for you.

But, there was something wrong and strange, overlooked by his eyes, in Satoru; a serious, thoughtful and somewhat contrary expression was fixed on his face. — Reaching a point where some wrinkles were visible and his eyebrows were furrowed. — A physiognomy that never found comfort in the image of Satoru.

Maybe, it could even be compared to his reaction upon discovering the actions that Suguru Geto caused during high school. — Maybe.

"What question is that, Satoru?" — A question answering another question; something that bothered the wizard a little, and that you knew better than anyone else. — Your face showed confusion, surprised by that question at that moment, but hoping it was just a joke from the older man.

You were mentally praying, or rather begging, that this was just Satoru's stupid joke.

"Just answer." — The man with messy white hair insisted along with a look begging for seriousness on his part. — "Please, dear."

Another movement was made on the bed, you turned your body, not so quickly or abruptly, on the bed so that your belly was against the mattress and blanket; once again the softness of the fabrics passed through your skin. — So, you rested your elbows on the white pillow and managed to have a privileged and admiring view of your lover, who was waiting for your response.

Trying to relax, and break the mood that was terrible for you, you placed a hand on your chin as if you were thinking about something promising. — And he even let out a thoughtful mumble; something Satoru would do.

"Amazing how you dare think i can live without you." — Gods, that could easily come out of Satoru's mouth; and in fact, you were almost sure he had already said something similar.

"Hey, that's my line!" — Gojo scolded, even leaning his large body towards his, and trying to maintain a serious expression against that situation; which failed shortly thereafter.

A triumphant, warm and liberating smile formed on Satoru's thin lips, giving visibility to the dimples that you loved to admire in the man. — You once admitted that one of the things you loved most about him was his dimples; and that curmudgeon spent the day smiling. — A smile that you didn't want to leave your life or your eyes.

Leave. — Such a small word but with such an intense and painful meaning, a meaning that you didn't want to get involved in your life; not to get involved with Satoru. — A very hard feeling, so cruel, so empty.

You hated that word, that meaning, those countless sensations; and you hated that question asked by Gojo Satoru. — But one thing you didn't hate in that situation was your response to that question.

Because there was no answer; you didn't know how to respond, justify or even create an abominable and distressing scenario for it. — You didn't see or assume your image without Satoru by your side. — If Satoru was there, you would be too but if Satoru wasn't there, you wouldn't know where you would be.

That was your greatest fear, your greatest weakness.

"I don't know, Toru." — When the genuine and natural moment between you ceased, you murmured the only thing your mind reciprocated about the subject discussed.

One more, and last, movement on the bed was made and this time it was Satoru; who rested his elbow on the pillow, placing his hand on his face and the other hand went to your face. — You felt his rough fingers, but at that exact moment they were so soft, touch your face; a long and delicate affection was performed by her lover. — Comfort, security and passion filled your chest.

Satoru looked at you with so much admiration, so much passion. — He never loved a person as much as he loved you, he made that clear to everyone and to you. — Those eyes contained a mixture of all the shades of blue that could exist in that mediocre world; and thus, turning a new color of blue that you were, absolutely, in love with. — Eyes you never wanted to stop admiring.

Not even the strongest, chosen and worthy sorcerer could give an answer to his own question; even though they didn't admit it through their looks according to the circumstance. — He wouldn't know how to live without you by his side, without you in this miserable world. — And Gojo understood you, he always understood and understood you, as to why an understandable response didn't come from your lips.

"One day you will have to know, my love." — With an immense and burning desire to cry, to release trapped and painful tears from his beautiful eyes, Satoru manages to control himself. — You direct your hand so that it is under Satoru's.

And once again, you pray that day never comes.

For the first time in so long, your prayer, your request, your cry was ignored with fervor, anguish and torture. — Feelings that were debating with such force in your chest, to the point of hurting.

Gojo Satoru was dead. — Satoru had left, just like he had one day asked you about what you were going to do; and so, you kept the same answer.

You didn't know what to do.

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can i please request paul from lost boys and stockings, this has been ingrained in my mind, anything else is up to you

➾ pairing ; paul (the lost boys) x fem!reader.

FORMAT: drabble — requested.

WORD COUNT: 3.7K.

WARNINGS: SMUT! (mdni), paul wears a choker in this fic, groping, making out, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cumplay, cunnilingus, oral sex (f!receiving), face-sitting, stocking/hosiery kink, scent kink, marking, biting, hair-pulling, paul is a boob guy for sure, dirty talk, fingering (f!receiving), tiddy sucking, body worship

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this request was ridiculously sexy and changed the trajectory of my life ngl :’) so thank you for this because I had a ton of fun writing it !!! as always, thank you all so much for your love and support! I’m still trucking on with requests!

Vibrant strands of ribbon held a sizable black box together as it sat directly in front of you, poised along the edge of your makeshift vanity. It was intended to be a surprise — if you could even call it that.

Paul made some offhand comment about wanting to see you in something sultry, dolled up in lace and frilly garters — you wanted to fulfill that for him. You couldn’t tell if it was serious or simply a colorful joke intended to make you flustered.

Out of sheer impulse and the desire to shock Paul, you’d bought lingerie at a shoddy boutique down at the boardwalk, complete with sheer, black stockings. You wondered if he’d care about it when he saw you — it was going to come off, anyway. What was the use?

Candlelight danced across the cavernous alcove of your nest, casting flickering shadows across the tapestry-covered walls. The box seemed to call to you like a siren’s song, tempting you — you hadn’t even tried it on yet, either.

A gilded mirror sat soundly amongst your belongings, as if coaxing you closer. Curiosity and the desire to see how you looked in such risqué garments got the better of you, prompting you to push yourself up from your mattress.

You had time — Paul was out hunting, and you could do a little twirl in the mirror and take it off.

You clamored toward your vanity, hastily plucking the box from its perch as you unraveled the spool of ribbon that held it all together. It fluttered toward the foot of your bed, preparing to be long forgotten as you unveiled the sheet lace and black fabric.

Satin and lace glided between your fingers as you caressed the material, holding up the set toward the glower of orange light. You promptly undressed, not that there was much to begin with aside from an oversized shirt. It smelled of stale hairspray — Paul, no doubt.

It felt strange, putting on a getup that you never envisioned yourself in to begin with. Admittedly, your confidence had blossomed since being with Paul — he was unapologetically himself, and that had some effect on you, too.

Once you shed your shirt and undergarments, you reached for the lingerie, tugging it on with a bit of brute force. It was tight — unnaturally snug, but you assumed that it was intentional. You sat down on the edge of your bed, tugging the stockings on until they perched around the middle of your thighs.

Your reflection was nothing short of stunning — a goddess incarnate. You stepped closer, twisting and turning every which way, occasionally plucking at the placement of the fabric. Some of it felt itchy and uncomfortable, as if it’d strangle you.

Smoothing your hands across your stocking-clad legs, you continued to twirl, catching glimpses of yourself in the glittering glass. You contemplated keeping it on, maybe throwing a robe over it, but it seemed a little too tacky for your taste.

“Woah,” You nearly jumped out of your own flesh at the sound of Paul’s voice. You couldn’t see his reflection — he ceased to exist in the mirror, standing at the entrance to your nest with a dumbfounded expression. “What’s all that you got on, babe?”

Heat crawled over your flesh, causing you to burn with embarrassment. You bit at your lower lip, deliberately swiveling around until you faced him. “It’s nothing.” You mumbled, reaching for the corner of your blanket in an attempt to cover yourself up.

Paul was swift, as fast as a bolt of lightning as he flicked the blanket aside, circling around you like a wolf would a lamb. He let out a whistle of approval, clearly reveling in the sight of you. “Nothing? C’mon, you’re not serious, are you? You look gorgeous.”

“I wanted to surprise you,” You confessed, twisting your hands together as you rocked up and down upon the balls of your feet. “I know you said something about wanting to see me in lingerie. I wasn’t sure how you’d like it.” With a soft exhale, you felt his hand brush against your waist.

His mouth curled into a lopsided grin, eyes bright with obsession and adoration. There was something mildly crazed about his expression, but he was beyond thrilled with the visual feast he was being treated to. “How I’d like it?” Paul inquired, seemingly bewildered.

There was a sudden softness to his tone, as if he cared little for what he thought. To Paul, you were nothing short of delectably gorgeous — it didn’t matter what you wore.

You nodded, chewing at the inside of your cheek. “I suppose so. I mean, it’s just lingerie. I figured you’d rip all of it off anyway.” You mused, watching with intrigue as his countenance contorted into a look of shock.

“Might rip some of it,” Paul smirked, digits hooking themselves into the front of your panties. “But these?” He gestured toward your stockings, which rose up to the middle of your thighs. “These are gonna stay on.”

With a sense of finality, Paul grabbed your hips, sitting down on the bed with you planted firmly in his lap. He ran his hands over the sheer material covering your thighs, feeling his cock twitch inside of his jeans. You were elated, draping your arms around the back of his neck.

Your fingers dove into his stiff, coarse mane of blonde tresses, raking through until you’d grabbed at the roots. Paul kissed you hard, open-mouthed and deliciously sloppy as he grabbed at the swell of your ass. Your breasts looked perfect in that brassiere, but he preferred to see them unclad.

“Shit, baby, you smell so good,” Paul groaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck, littering every inch of flesh with sloppy kisses and bites. “You look so fuckin’ hot like this.” He murmured, and that made you shiver in delight, attempting to press your thighs together.

A swirling, molten heat sank into the pit of your stomach, causing your back to arch into his embrace. Your mouth clamored for his, your lips colliding with one another’s as he groped at your thighs. Paul thoroughly enjoyed the way you looked in stockings — mesmerizing, really.

The gesture was thoughtful — as much as Paul found some sentiment in it, he cared more for fucking you within an inch of your life in those stupid stockings. His mind veered off with lascivious thoughts, all of them purely unholy as he swept his tongue across your lower lip.

Those wandering hands of his immediately reached for the clasps of your brassiere, but instead of trying to properly remove it, he simply tore it apart. You gasped, watching as he discarded the material somewhere on the ground, absentmindedly licking at his lips.

“Paul,” You huffed, able to feel his erection grinding into your core. Goosebumps coalesced along your spine as his hand danced from your back to your hips, digits skirting underneath the waistband of your panties. A soft moan escaped you when he made contact with your aching cunt. “Please.”

A thin sheen of slick coated his eager digits, and Paul wasted no time in touching you. He was grinning, appraising you with a look of passion. “Wet for me already, babe?” He crooned, pressing his mouth against the column of your throat.

Your head bobbed up and down in a lackadaisical nod, lips agape as a simpering moan escaped you. “Feels so good,” Without missing a beat, his thumb grinded into your clit, dragging around the bundle of nerves in agonizingly-slow circles. “I need you so bad.”

“Yeah?” His voice emerged as a tantalizing purr, tongue sweeping across your jaw. Your flesh tasted velveteen, saccharine upon his tongue. There was nothing sweeter than you — his human, his mate. “Need you more.” Paul teased, nipping at your earlobe.

The ghoulish choker adorning his neck served as the perfect anchor as you hooked two fingers beneath it, dragging his mouth back to yours. The enthralled look within his eyes made your breath hitch, cunt clenching pathetically around nothing at all.

Heat and pure tension bled between the both of you, and Paul’s eyes became dilated with lust, glistening with a golden sheen. He kissed you hard, fingers burying themselves between your thighs as he pushed two digits inside of you.

A pleasured gasp escaped you as you rocked atop his hand, savoring the sensation of his fingers pumping in and out of you. The heady, honey-thick scent of your arousal was a delectable smell to him — and Paul wanted so much more.

His attention with kissing was notoriously short-lived as he kissed his way down to your chest — his favorite. Paul licked his lips as if he were preparing to have the most delicious meal, pursing his pouty mouth around one of your nipples.

A calloused palm encircled your other breast, groping and kneading into the soft, pliant flesh. He pinched and tugged at your nipple, mouth suckling at the other. His hand was gingerly rocking back and forth between your legs, pistoning in and out of your tight cunt.

“P—Paul!” A whine tore past your lips, hips jolting and surging into the rhythmic ministrations of his hand. Whatever had gotten into him, you loved it — you wanted him to destroy you. Your hands tugged on his mane of sandy-blonde tresses, head rolling backwards.

“You’ve got the prettiest tits, sweet thing,” Paul groaned against your flesh, mouth hotly returning to your chest. He sucked and nibbled until you were squirming, deciding to switch sides and shower the rest of you in attention. “Wish I could stay here forever.” He mumbled.

Another wave of heat rolled through you, your expression a concoction of pleasure and embarrassment. His compliments were delightful, but sometimes you didn’t believe them. One of your hands fell into his lap, palming at his jean-clad erection.

“Can if you want.” You uttered, feeling his lips curl into a devious grin around your breast. You kept one hand curled into a tight fist, grabbing at his hair as the other wrangled his belt off. It felt unfair that Paul was doing everything.

Paul thoroughly enjoyed listening to your thoughts whenever the two of you fucked — and he didn’t feel like he was doing everything. He wanted to, anyway. “Lookin’ so gorgeous in these,” He huffed, hand dropping to your thigh as he hooked it behind your knee. “Could you wear them all the time? Just for me?”

It was hard not to giggle at Paul’s subtle demand, though the noise quickly tapered off into a moan when his teeth grazed your nipple. His digits slowed, sluggishly rutting in and out of your cunt, thumb focused on playing with your clit. You whimpered, unable to keep from writhing atop his lap.

When he tore his mouth away from your breast, he continued his path of bites and hickeys, leaving behind a trail from your collarbone to sternum. Paul knew what he wanted, shedding his jacket as he tugged his hand away. You groaned, grabbing at his wrist in an attempt to redirect him.

“Please don’t stop,” You whined, feeling his body vibrate with soft chuckles. Paul wasn’t one to edge you like this, but he seemed to have something in-mind. You watched as he moved back on the bed, laying down all the way. “What are you doing?”

Paul grinned, wolfish as could be as he wrapped his fingers around the waistband of your panties, and pulled — the sound of fabric being torn asunder reverberated throughout the alcove. He bumped you up towards his chest, hands hooked behind your knees, digits caressing the material of your stockings.

“Lettin’ you sit,” He mused, and when you were close enough, he kissed your inner thighs. “Unless you don’t want to.” Paul’s nose wrinkled in amusement when you immediately shook your head, knowing exactly what he had intended for you.

“Please,” You bucked forward, desperate to sit on his face. “Paul, please!” You begged, shamelessly pleading with your boyfriend to let you ride his mouth. He hadn’t done something like this before — the opportunity was far too tantalizing.

Through thick lashes and a cheshire smirk, Paul deliberately moved you forward, handling you as if you weighed nothing at all. He bit and kissed at your thighs until he sat you down on his face, wasting no time in lapping at your aching cunt.

If it were up to him, he would’ve stayed here, glued to you for the rest of the night. He was notoriously sloppy and messy, tongue greedily lapping along your slit, hands caging you in behind your knees. You moaned, fingers twisting into his hair, hips rocking forward just slightly.

His cock throbbed within his jeans, feeling confined and uncomfortably snug. Paul was unabashedly passionate, lips sliding from your cunt to your clit, stubbled jaw grinding against your inner thighs. He could feel your nylon-clad knees squeeze toward his head.

Your stomach felt like mush, a pit of heat and swirling warmth as you nearly collapsed altogether. His lips pursed around your clit, suckling and teasing that sensitive clutch of nerves before he returned to lapping at your core, interchanging the two.

“Paul,” You moaned, knowing that you wouldn’t last in this state. Every fiber of your being burned with something incredible, a sense of ecstasy that made you shudder in delight. Paul urged you forward, mouth relentlessly assaulting your cunt until your legs quivered. “Paul!”

His name fell from your lips like a prayer, as if it were the only word you knew how to say. It was a chant, burned into the recesses of your mind as you rocked forward, feeling his hands relocate to the swell of your hips.

In one movement, he had you pinned down on your back, face buried between your thighs. Your legs involuntarily locked him in, threatening to suffocate him — not that he cared in the slightest. Paul’s palms clapped into the pliant flesh of your thighs, fingers slipping against your stockings.

He ate you out like a man starved, tongue raking hot embers across your aching core, hips haplessly rutting themselves against the mattress for a shred of friction. He was painfully hard, getting off on the feeling of nylon pressing into his face and the taste of your cunt.

Your back arched, hands clawing at his unruly tresses as he sucked at your clit again, a low groan stuck within the back of his throat. “M’close,” You slurred, dizzy and drunk with desire as you pushed your hips forward, feeling him drag you onto his tongue. “Fuck!”

Paul loved it when you had a mouth on you — the expletives meant that he was doing a good job. It was all the encouragement and spurring-on that he needed to help you finish, tongue dipping toward your entrance before returning to toy with your clit.

“That’s it, baby,” Paul crooned, licking his lips like a dog as he raked his nails over your leg, letting them snag on the nylon. He was enthralled by the way that you looked — naked save for those stockings of yours. “You taste so good.” He sighed, unbuckling his jeans with a sudden haste.

Between the white-hot explosion of your orgasm and Paul’s manic undressing, you composed yourself just enough to get your hands in his mesh shirt. You wanted it off, tugging at it with a sense of urgency as he stooped down to kiss you — it was hot and messy, accompanied by a barrage of tongue.

His cock was pretty, just like the rest of him.

“You really like these, don’t you?” You mumbled, hooking a leg around his hips. There was a visible spark within his eyes when you did that, chest rising and falling with a flurry of excitement.

Paul nodded, mouth tilting into a dazed, lopsided grin. “Yeah,” He confessed, shamelessly grabbing your other leg in order to hitch it up around his hips. “Fuck, you just look so good in them. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He murmured, hand falling to knead at your swollen breast.

The orange glow of candlelight bathed him in a series of softer hues, igniting his hair with a peculiar shade. You kept your legs locked around him, hands moving toward the column of his throat as he pushed his cock into you, being deliberately gentle, to start.

He looked perfect — that choker he wore around only made him prettier.

You coaxed him close for a kiss, open-mouthed and full of an unrestrained need as he began to fuck you at a steady pace. Paul could get rough and wild if he wanted to, but this time, he seemed fixated on slow and steady — that was more than enough for you.

Your nails raked across the nape of his neck, twining one fist into the roots of his coarse, stiff tresses, the other applying pressure against his neck. The groan he released into your kiss made your cunt clench around his cock, body simmering with another pleasant wave of heat.

Paul bit at your lower lip, sharp enough to withdraw a pearl of blood. He lapped at it before you could say anything, grinning like a wolf, eyes lascivious and stirring with lust as he moved forward. His pace increased into a steady rhythm, fucking you with an incendiary passion.

“Don’t stop.” You whispered, voice hoarse and strung-out with desire. Your chest blossomed with adoration, meeting his cerulean-eyed gaze as your hand trailed from his neck to his jaw. Paul appeared mesmerized and transfixed, hues glistening with a golden sheen.

With another roll of his hips, you lifted your body just slightly, colliding with him. A soft moan escaped you, heat crawling across your flesh, stomach turning to liquid. Your legs tightened around his hips, feeling his lips kiss their way down to your chest once more.

Paul shamelessly took one of your breasts into his mouth again, lips pursed around your nipple as he sucked and bit at the sensitive bud. The steady roll of his thrusts soon increased in pace, cock rutting into you as he reached every perfect spot imaginable.

You whimpered, back arching off of the wrinkled, tousled sheets and into his ministrations, eyes fluttering shut. He showered your swollen chest in constant attention, alternating between suckling and kissing as he hungrily bit at your collarbone. The crescent-shaped indents were merely extensions of his affection.

“So perfect for me, baby,” Paul mumbled against your silken flesh, fucking into you with a noticeable fervor as you squeezed his his hips again. The scratch of your nylon stockings against his skin made him shiver, bucking into you as he kissed at your tits. “Fuck, you’re all mine.” He groaned.

His noises were like music to your ears, breathy grunts and sighs, shameless praises that made your entire body tingle with bliss. You tugged on his tresses again, whimpering when he dragged his cock out nearly all the way before pounding right back into you.

Inch by perfect inch, he filled you up, littering your body in countless marks as if you were a canvas, made just for him. His hands grabbed at your thighs, kneading and groping at the pliant flesh there as he rocked forward, huffing and grunting as he picked up speed.

A dizzying sensation washed over you, ecstasy intermingled with love. He was all over you, consuming you like a fever that you couldn’t sweat out — and you didn’t want to.

Between the flurry, rushed clamor of lips, tongue, bodies, and heat, your scent was emblazoned within Paul’s mind, burned there for days to come. His senses swam with only you, something so overwhelmingly intoxicating for him. The excitable thrumming of your heart made him exhale, fucking into you again and again.

A moan tore past your parted lips, feeling Paul’s rutting slow to a crawl as he pushed into you one last time. A soft grunt escaped him as a few ropes of hot seed filled you, but he pulled out halfway through, painting your stomach and tits in a sticky sheen.

He was aiming for your chest — mostly.

You came in-tandem with him, cunt clenching around nothing at all as you dropped one leg from around his hips, regaining your composure. You caught your breath, letting out a soft huff as you watched him roll away from you.

“You should clean up your mess.” You giggled, grabbing at the corner of one of the blankets strewn across the ground. Before you could clean yourself up, Paul returned with a cloth — wherever he’d gotten it from, you had no idea. He perched himself in front of you, wiping away his cum from your body.

“M’not sorry, babe. You look pretty like that,” Paul smirked, hair a disheveled, crazed mane of flaxen-gold as he tossed the rag elsewhere. He unceremoniously fell onto the mattress in a heap. “You’re keepin’ these on — permanently.” He flicked a finger against your stockings to make his point.

An amused chuckle escaped you as you shrugged your shoulders, settling down beside him. Paul sluggishly crawled over to snuggle, resting his head atop your chest as he’d done several times before. “I don’t know, I like surprising you.” You mused.

Paul snickered, tracing idle, sweet patterns into your leg, other arm hitched around your hips. “Oh yeah? You got any other surprises?” It was an open-ended invoking of a challenge — and you had some ideas.

“A few. You’ll have to be patient.” A gasp left you when Paul playfully bit at your jaw, unable to keep his hands and his mouth off of you. The nest smelled like you — and the scent of sex. Those were his favorites.

“I don’t know about that, sweet thing,” He uttered, squeezing into your hips with a lascivious expression. “I’ve got a few surprises of my own.”

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neonghostlights · 8 months

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Fuckboy!werewolf!Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Stalker-ish behavior (Eddie means well), Eddie is a fuckboy (well, he's on the track to being reformed), If I missed any warnings please let me know, 18 + only, minors DNI

Wordcount: 2.7k

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It had been a week since you almost hit the giant wolf with your car.

You didn’t tell anyone about it, mainly because there wasn’t anyone that would believe you. And partially because there wasn’t anyone in your life to tell.

You almost didn’t believe yourself. You thought about that moment over and over again, replaying it on a loop in your head. Maybe you had just been really tired and hallucinated. Or maybe it was one of those intensely weird dreams that your brain tricks you into thinking is a memory.

Either way you were keeping it to yourself.

Jessie and Tina had gone back to their normal selves and by normal you meant keeping mostly to themselves and only really talking to you when it had to do with work. The weirdness of the other day disappeared after a few shifts together. It was honestly a massive relief. You’d hate to have to find a new job when you liked this one so much already.

It was a sunny day in Hawkins. The grass around your trailer had sprouted drastically with the rain and you knew you’d have to mow it some time soon with the ancient mower that was in the backyard shed. Hopefully it would be the only time you had to do it since fall was coming soon.

It wasn’t a task that you were looking forward to. You would rather spend all of your time in the house than sweating in your yard for hours.

You were on your thirty minute break when you heard the bell ding on the door at the front of the store. You took an unbothered bite of your sandwich, knowing that Tina and Jessie could help whoever came in.

The breakroom was drabby compared to the rest of the store. The harsh fluorescents were a sharp contrast compared to the dim lamp lighting in the rest of the building. If it was possible, you’d much rather eat your lunch curled up in one of the arm chairs out on the floor for customers to sit in while they looked through the books they wanted to buy.

If you had the money you would build yourself your own personal library that looked just like this place.

You stared down at the chipped blue polish of your nails, wondering if you would have the will to paint them when you got home when Jessie stuck her head through the break room door.

You couldn’t tell what was going on but her expression was thunderous. You set your sandwich down, already halfway standing when she spoke.

“Eddie Munson is here,” she announced, eyes locked on you.

“Oh no. He’s not here to bother Tina is he? I can run out there so she can come back here and hide if she needs to-”

“He’s asking for you,” she cut you off with an accusatory tone.

“Me?” You asked, pointing at yourself with the bitten half of your sandwich in confusion.

She nodded, still staring at you as you stood fully.

“I don’t even know him,” you explained as you followed her out the break room door. You felt like you needed to defend yourself, to prove that you had no part in whatever was going on. Maybe he had just said the wrong name, there was no way he knew yours.

You just wanted to eat your sandwich in peace.

She made a noise between her tightly pressed lips, letting you know she heard you but didn’t believe you.

“I like your lipgloss by the way,” you complimented her, trying to diffuse the tension.

It wasn’t a lie. You really did like the lipgloss. It was sparkly.

She acted like she didn’t hear you. Her eyes were focused straight ahead as she led you to the front counter. You could see Eddie Munsons back as he leaned away from the counter, facing the opposite direction.

His hair was pulled back into a low bun. The back of his leather jacket stretched against him from where his arms were crossed against his chest.

He must have heard you approaching because he turned around quickly as you got closer. His eyes found yours immediately and it made you shiver.

You blamed the air conditioning.

You looked at Tina who was behind the counter, pretending to be busy by flipping through the books stacked in a pile on the cart. You felt for her, it must be hard seeing your ex show up while you’re just trying to do your job.

“Can I help you?” You asked as you got closer to him. Jessie went behind the counter and stood beside Tina but she didn’t pretend to be busy at all. You could feel her heated glare on your skin and it made you sweat.

His form relaxed as he looked at you, almost like he was relieved to see you. You could hear the puff of air release from his chest as he exhaled. Eddie’s eyes traveled up and down you like he was inspecting you and it made you self conscious. You crossed your arms against your chest to act as a shield from his gaze.

He just continued to stare at you, dark eyes searing into your face. His eyes bounced around, like they couldn’t decide which of your features he wanted to focus on. He finally settled on your eyes, and the intensity was too much so you looked away at the counter to your right.

“Can I help you, sir?” You asked again, tacking on the sir at the end to keep it extra professional. You couldn’t help the way your voice squeaked a little bit.

“I’m Eddie,” he said, eyes still focused on yours.

“I’ve heard,” you acknowledged, nodding along politely. “How can I help you?”

“Can we talk? In private?” He asked, side eying Tina and Jessie as a shaking hand rubbed his chest lightly through his jacket.

Your face screwed up in confusion. What could he possibly want to talk to you about?

You looked over to Tina and Jessie for help. Both girls stared at you, Tina having abandoned her fake working to watch the interaction as well. You wanted them to step in, to tell him that you were busy or make up an excuse for you. You felt helpless and abandoned when neither of them did anything but stare at you with mixed expressions of anger and confusion.

He must have seen the hesitation on your face.

“It’s important,” he pressed.

He seemed earnest, and also a little stressed. You picked up on the slight shake of his hands as he reached up to push a loose strand of curled hair out of his face.

The store was a safe place. Maybe he wanted to talk about Tna for some reason, or maybe he needed help finding an embarrassing self help book and didn’t want Tina or Jessie knowing anything about it.

You nodded your head and gestured to a nearby row of shelves, close enough to the front door and your coworkers in case you needed them.

Despite the way he was acting, you didn’t necessarily feel unsafe with Eddie. You didn’t know the name of how you felt to be honest; indifference maybe?

He followed you obediently, right on your heels, before you stopped and spun around to face him. You didn’t expect him to be so close when you turned around and it sent you stumbling for a moment. A hand reached out, placed delicately on your waist to keep you from falling into the book shelf.

You could see the slight stubble on his jaw and smell the cigarette he must’ve smoked on the way in. It mixed with his other scent, of mint and something natural that you could only describe as the smell of the woods after it rained. You caught yourself leaning in briefly to get a better sniff when you realized what you were doing.

You backed up suddenly, pulling from his grasp. You took three large steps backwards to get some space. He kept his hand elevated in the air for a moment, still like he was holding you before he balled up his fist and shoved it into his pocket.

“What do you need?” Your voice came out slightly impatient. “Do you need help finding something?”

“No,” he said quickly, shaking his head and another piece of hair came loose from his bun.

“Then what do you want?” You snapped, a little annoyed and still kind of hungry.

He stared at you, his eyes softening at your tone. It was the exact opposite reaction than what you expected.

He opened his mouth to speak before you beat him to it, both hands placed on your hips as you reprimanded him.

“I don’t know who you think you are or what game you or playing or if you’re just trying to mess with Tina by talking to me-”

“Who’s Tina?” He asked, genuinely seeming confused as he tilted his head.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Tina. Your ex-girlfriend,” you explained like you were talking to a toddler.

“I don’t have an ex-girlfriend,” Eddie said, a small smile growing on his face.

It pissed you off even more.

“You know what. This conversation is going anywhere so if you could please just tell me what you wanted to talk to me about?”

“I wanted to know if we could hang out tonight.”

Your mouth popped open in shock before you let out a laugh of disbelief.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you laughed as you shook your head.

Eddie’s brow furrowed like he genuinely couldn’t believe that you turned him down.

“Why?”

“Because I have heard all about you, Eddie Munson. And I will not be next up on your list of girls to screw over,” you declared, a single finger pointed at him in warning.

Eddie’s eyes flicked to your finger before looking at your lips and then your eyes. You raised a brow at him, daring him to disagree or argue.

“You heard that about me,” he sighed, seeming a little disappointed.

“This is a weird conversation and I need to get back to work,” you muttered, going to move past him but his hand shot out to stop you. His fingers dropped from your arm when he noticed the fiery look on your face.

“Do not touch me ever again,” you warned, venom dripping from your tone.

Eddie put his hands up, a concerned look on his face.

“Shit. I-I didn’t mean…I’m so sorry. I’m not doing a good job at this and I don’t know what to do-” He fumbled out, looking at you like you were going to help him in some way.

You placed a single hand up, stopping his rambling. His mouth clicked shut. You didn’t realize it would be that easy to get him to shut up. It felt almost powerful for him to immediately do what you said. Usually people didn’t listen when you talked. It was often that your voice would be drowned out or ignored.

Eddie Munson was just that good at what he did though. You had run into guys like him before at your old town. Guys that did whatever it took to get what they wanted.

Eddie Munson was the type of guy who knew he was good looking and used it to his advantage. Based on the state Tina is in and the way Jessie had described him, you knew exactly who he was.

He was the type to leave girls strung behind him like nothing. It was a chase to get what he wanted every time. And when he finally got it, you would be tossed to the side. You were the new person in town, a shiny new toy for someone like him to play with and then toss in the garbage.

You wouldn’t let that happen to you.

“I’m done with the conversation,” is all you said before you made your way back to the front. You had rounded the corner just in time to catch Jessie and Tina scrambling from behind a shelf, pretending that they didn’t hear every word.

You grabbed some papers to do some inventory, the thought of your lunch waiting for you in the breakroom was no longer appetizing.

He followed you, of course. You ignored him as you grabbed a pen and clicked it a few times, pretending to read the sheet in front of you.

“Hey, Eddie,” Tina said in a sweet voice, surprising since she just seemed so stressed by his presence.

You didn’t hear Eddie reply to her but you knew he was still there.

Tina spoke anyway. “I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight? Maybe go to that spot by-”

“I’m busy,” he muttered in a harsh tone.

You turned to see his back as he walked out the shop door, letting it swing closed behind him.

It was dark and you were alone.

Tina and Jessie had both left you to close by yourself.

Again.

It wasn’t something that happened every time you worked together, but it happened often enough to become slightly annoying.

You felt it was a slight against you to see them walk out the door giggling with their arms clasped together while you stayed behind.

You wished you could fit in with them, make them see that you’re cool and normal just like them. You were tired of feeling like you were on a different frequency than everyone else.

It was like no matter how much you tried to get people to like you, they never did. You had always had that issue. No friendship really ever lasted for you; conversations with acquaintances always turned into awkward silences that the other party would escape from.

You locked the front door, the sound of the metal keys jingled against your hand.

You hadn’t parked too far from the door, so it was easy to spot what was sitting on the hood of your car from where you stood.

You had seen the news reports about safety, warnings not to touch things if you found them on your car. But you couldn’t help the trembling hand that reached out and grabbed onto the plastic wrapping of the large bouquet of red roses.

There was a note of thick card stock that was attached to one of the stems by a ribbon.

I’m sorry for earlier -Eddie

Your stomach twisted. Someone you just met, and only had a brief interaction with, shouldn’t be leaving flowers on your car. They shouldn’t be going this far to make an apology to you for being annoying.

You turned, looking behind you but seeing nothing in the empty parking lot besides the bats that were catching the bugs that flew underneath the lamps. You felt like one of those bugs, attracted to something pretty and left as the perfect prey for a beast to sweep in and catch you in its jaws.

Part of you hoped he was hiding somewhere, watching as you did what you did next.

You crossed the lot, the plastic crinkling in your tight grip. A trashcan sat beside the front door, under the awning. You tossed the flowers in easily like you were tossing a basketball into a net.

If you weren't a little scared you would have done a happy dance for scoring the shot.

On the way back to the car you threw up your middle finger, just in case he was still watching. You felt a little stupid, there was nowhere for him to hide in the parking lot without you seeing him and he honestly probably meant to leave the flowers on some other person's car that he bothered today.

They really probably weren’t meant for you. Even if they were, it was probably a joke. A funny trick for the new girl in town.

You threw your finger out the window one last time while pulling out of the parking lot for good measure.

You felt giddy, rebellious to have stood up for yourself today. Twice.

All of that euphoria came crashing down when you pulled down your long driveway, and through the darkness realized that your yard had been mowed for you.

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happysadyoyo · 7 months

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Fuck artist statements let's have some time loop and dangerous Moon @pillowspace

(coming back to this two days later and I'm still using this to avoid editing my artist statement rip)

Uh let's see, there's death again. This time it's not so explicitly written out but it's also suicide-ish so.

You've learned the hard way that Moon is dangerous.

It's hard to explain, the disconnect you had before. Maybe it's because the first time you rarely saw him, the generators in the daycare keeping him away and you, the obedient, oblivious worker, keeping to your schedule until the very end.

You had thought that first time maybe you'd died from the smoke. You'd been rather dumb, in hindsight, racing towards the fire when you realized the pizzaplex was on fire, looking for the attendant. They're an animatronic, so they theoretically would be fine right? Maybe the fabric of their costume would burn, but how hot would a fire have to be to melt steel?

Sometimes, when you struggle to sleep, you find yourself wondering about the other loops. Did you leave these timelines and move onto a new one, like a snake shedding its skin? Were there other yous left lying on a cold metal table in a cold tiled room for your family to identify? Did it hurt to die and your mind was just preventing you from remembering?

They're not thoughts you like very much, as you would start to ache like your body was remembering the ways you died. Warm metal fingers curling around your throat.

You sleep with the hall light on now, when those thoughts come up.

Currently though, you stand at the edge of a pool of light left by a lone pendant swinging overhead. You can see the red LED dots of Moon's eyes as he crouches just out of sight, watching you, and your throat starts to hurt.

"Can't we talk?" you plead, but other than the soft jingle of bells, there's no reply. You continue anyway, willing yourself to see through the darkness. "You weren't like this when we met Moon." That first time, times, before something in him snaps. "What happens to you? What changes?"

"Quiet now." Moon's hand grabs at the tightly knitted texture of your sweater, pulling the thick wool loose as you jerk back in shock. Your eyes dart to the red dots in the distance. Oh, oh, oh no, you'd been watching some sort of motion sensor or whatever, not Moon.

Your throat hurts from an unvoiced scream. You grab at your sleeve, feeling the ruined wool. Moon lingers at the edge of the light, constantly moving, squatting so he's almost shorter than you, swaying. It's silly, how he moves, and it almost makes you smile.

"I don't want to be quiet Moon. I want to help you." You wish you could read the animatronics better, but Moon had even less expressiveness than his daytime counterpart, and when he was like this, you weren't sure there really was anything to read at all. "I'm starting to think maybe that's why I'm still here."

"Still here because you're a rulebreaker and need to go to sleep." You heard once that Moon used to play the villain at the theater. As he hisses out words that by any reasonable measure should not be hissable, you can see why. Worse though, is him returning into the darkness, quite literally rolling away in a backflip. You can't see him, and you ignore those red dots because that's not Moon dammit.

"I definitely need a nap," you agree, scanning the room, trying to make out where Moon's bells are. "But I don't think you'll actually put me to sleep." Pause. "Moon? The kids in those posters. A couple of them were at the daycare. What... what did you do to them?"

"They were naughty and had to be punished."

There's a creaking overhead and you look up in time to see the pendant swing widely before you jump out of the way, the metal and glass structure crashing to the ground as the light went out with a pop. You don't quite make the tuck and roll like you'd hoped, and you sit up slowly, nursing your ankle as you try to stand and immediately drop down again. A sprain, probably. But there was no way you could run right now.

You pat your pockets down instead, fumbling for your phone, a lighter, some source of light, but a hand grabs the back of your shirt and you're hoisted in the air, unable to wiggle free from both the speed and the clumps of hair trapped in Moon's grip. If you move your head, it feels like you're being scalped. You kick out in vain, dropping your phone to grab at Moon's arm. "Moon! Let go!"

"No." He shakes you, and that hurts as hair is ripped out and your head flops uselessly back and forth. You grab at his arm again as he begins to move, almost dancing through the air. You'd been nearish the atrium before, but now he's taking you deeper inside. "She says you need to be punished."

"She?" You stop struggling. This is new. "Who is she?" But Moon doesn't answer. His grip tightens against your back and you find yourself staring up at him.

Moon is harder to read than Sun, and definitely harder to read than the other, more expressive glamrocks. But even in the dark, you could swear that right now he's... sad? Resigned?

Maybe he didn't want to do this either. You look down. The fall is a good thirty, maybe forty feet. Okay. "I know you don't want to do this Moon," you say softly, and he doesn't look at you. "That's okay. I'll figure this out next time."

"Wha--"

You wiggle free of your sweater to fall, staring up at Moon as he stares down at you, immobilized in shock. That's the last thing you see before your back hits a bannister, and there's fireworks in your mind and then blackness.

The quiet screech of your phone's alarm wakes you from sleep. You're curled up like some sort of hibernating bear, twisted in the blankets piled on your bed. One hand finds your phone and silences it. You know where you're at and when. Your back and foot throb when you try to remember why. You remember talking to Moon.

There's a she involved now. Who is she? Maybe she was the key to solving the loops.

You don't remember falling, just not wanting to put Moon through anymore pain. Maybe this would be the loop to end it, to break all of you free. You sure hope so.

But for now, you're going to spend a few more minutes curled up and safe, just until you're ready to face the day.

#time loop au #okay I guess I'll actually do grad school work now #I did some light editing since I was working on this originally friday and the internet went out #i thought it got deleted entirely!

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Victor Hugo: not relevant but there is an urgent need for a close-up shot of Enjolras.

Text was copied and pasted from wikisource.

3.4.1, introduction paragraph

Woe to the love-affair which should have risked itself beside him! If any grisette of the Place Cambrai or the Rue Saint-Jean-de-Beauvais, seeing that face of a youth escaped from college, that page's mien, those long, golden lashes, those blue eyes, that hair billowing in the wind, those rosy cheeks, those fresh lips, those exquisite teeth, had conceived an appetite for that complete aurora, and had tried her beauty on Enjolras…

Poor Enj, walks on the street and gets harassed by random passers-by.

Also Victor Hugo, next paragraph: now let’s talk about Combeferre, “He was less lofty, but broader. That’s all. Thank you.”

Enjolras, the believer, disdained this sceptic; and, a sober man himself, scorned this drunkard. He accorded him a little lofty pity. Grantaire was an unaccepted Pylades. Always harshly treated by Enjolras, roughly repulsed, rejected yet ever returning to the charge, he said of Enjolras: "What fine marble!"

Grantaire, are you sure you are there for Enjolras’s faith and (chaste, healthy, firm, upright, hard, candid) nature NOT FOR HIS FACE???

3.4.5, Combeferre’s être-libre big show

Enjolras, whose blue eye was not fixed on anyone, and who seemed to be gazing at space, replied, without glancing at Marius:

Thanks, Victor, for reminding us of something you said four chapters ago.

4.12.3, basically Grantaire’s love confession

Enjolras, who was standing on the crest of the barricade, gun in hand, raised his beautiful, austere face. Enjolras, as the reader knows, had something of the Spartan and of the Puritan in his composition.

Maybe the reader also knows Enjolras has a beautiful and austere face.

4.12.7, Javert’s identity is discovered.

"Spy," said the handsome Enjolras, "we are judges and not assassins."

Javert: …Why?

4.12.8, Le Cabuc’s execution

Enjolras, pale, with bare neck and dishevelled hair, and his woman's face, had about him at that moment something of the antique Themis…

Victor Hugo: I know one minute ago you were not doing anything intense, merely talking to Javert, but now I need you to cosplay Themis, so please get rid of your cravat and dishevel your (beautiful, golden, shining) hair.

Enjolras: …okay.

His dilated nostrils, his downcast eyes, gave to his implacable Greek profile that expression of wrath and that expression of Chastity which, as the ancient world viewed the matter, befit Justice.

Victor Hugo: Killing in the name of justice can easily get us into endless and heated ethical debates, and the issue is further complicated by the very situation, given it is a revolution, where a judicial system has not really been established. Let’s not get into deep water but make our life easier: this is divine justice.

Le Cabuc attempted to resist, but he seemed to have been seized by a superhuman hand.

Le Cabuc: I am armed, and I am evil and impetuous enough to murder someone without a second thought. Am I not supposed to fight this schoolboy?

Victor Hugo: No. You are supposed to be shocked by his beauty. And chastity.

Le Cabuc: Is that something I can tell by LOOKING AT HIM?

Enjolras ceased. His virgin lips closed; and he remained for some time standing on the spot where he had shed blood, in marble immobility.

Marble x2.

Jean Prouvaire and Combeferre pressed each other's hands silently, and, leaning against each other in an angle of the barricade, they watched with an admiration in which there was some compassion, that grave young man, executioner and priest, composed of light, like crystal, and also of rock.

5.1.3

Enjolras reappeared. He returned from his sombre eagle flight into outer darkness. He listened for a moment to all this joy with folded arms, and one hand on his mouth. Then, fresh and rosy in the growing whiteness of the dawn, he said:

…He literally says hey guys, we are going to die now.

Victor Hugo: Yeah I know. But light technician, light on Enjolras please!

5.1.5 barricade speech.

All at once he threw back his head, his blond locks fell back like those of an angel on the sombre quadriga made of stars, they were like the mane of a startled lion in the flaming of a halo, and Enjolras cried…

How can Victor Hugo forget to highlight his revolutionary gold boy’s beauty?

Enjolras paused rather than became silent; his lips continued to move silently, as though he were talking to himself, which caused them all to gaze attentively at him, in the endeavor to hear more. There was no applause; but they whispered together for a long time. Speech being a breath, the rustling of intelligences resembles the rustling of leaves.

No virgin lip this time. Good thing that Victor is learning self-restraint (but not for long, apparently).

5.1.8 the death of sergeant of artillery

And a tear trickled slowly down Enjolras' marble cheek.

Marble x3.

Victor you are using Grantaire’s vocabulary.

5.1.23 the martyrdom of Enjolras

The audacity of a fine death always affects men. As soon as Enjolras folded his arms and accepted his end, the din of strife ceased in the room, and this chaos suddenly stilled into a sort of sepulchral solemnity. The menacing majesty of Enjolras disarmed and motionless, appeared to oppress this tumult, and this young man, haughty, bloody, and charming, who alone had not a wound, who was as indifferent as an invulnerable being, seemed, by the authority of his tranquil glance, to constrain this sinister rabble to kill him respectfully. His beauty, at that moment augmented by his pride, was resplendent, and he was fresh and rosy after the fearful four and twenty hours which had just elapsed, as though he could no more be fatigued than wounded.

(The most obvious evidence that this guy is divine. Human biology DOES NOT work in this way.)

It was of him, possibly, that a witness spoke afterwards, before the council of war: "There was an insurgent whom I heard called Apollo."

Were you at the barricade for the revolution or for something (someone) else???

A National Guardsman who had taken aim at Enjolras, lowered his gun, saying: "It seems to me that I am about to shoot a flower."

Le Cabuc symptom: brain stops functioning properly at the sight of Enjolras’s beauty.

Noise does not rouse a drunken man; silence awakens him. The fall of everything around him only augmented Grantaire's prostration; the crumbling of all things was his lullaby. The sort of halt which the tumult underwent in the presence of Enjolras was a shock to this heavy slumber. It had the effect of a carriage going at full speed, which suddenly comes to a dead stop. The persons dozing within it wake up.

Now we have music fading into a suffocating silence, light focuses on Enjolras, twelve guns arranged in a way according to the rules of one-point perspective. Your turn Grantaire!

#les mis #enjolras #misinterpreting les mis

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crow-raven-crow · 8 months

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can you write a story where the reader has mommy issues and always got insulted by her mother for her stretchmarks, but she doesn’t seems insecure because she always wear revealing tops and has kind of a „reputation“, she’s still a virgin though because she’s afraid anyone would judge her for her stretchmarks especially on her chest.

larissa somehow finds out and the reader throws a tantrum about how she isn’t insecure and stuff.

ends up with comfort, fluff and maybe smut if you’re comfortable.

Thank you:)

𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 - [𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝟏𝟖+]

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𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: description of stretch marks, mention of toxic parental relationship, insecurity, inner denial, some dread, mommy issues, COMFORT, FLUFF, nsfw: dom Larissa, sub reader, praise kink, virgin reader (slightly touched on), fingering, oral sex, reader receiving

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: see ask above

masterlist

AO3 link in title

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𝐚/𝐧: I LOVE WRITING STUFF LIKE THIS LOW KEY

as someone who dealt and still deals with that insecurity from time to time, I love being able to write about it because it gives me some comfort as well. it’s something I love and praise on others because it shows signs of life and being human but always had a hit or miss feelings about it when it came to myself - i’ve since learned from it lmao but it’s something i love shedding light on.

some things got changed slightly but trust when i say it’s gonna wrap up and be all so cute because pookie Larissa is gonna be all over it

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You couldn’t help but continue to seek validation from your mother, even if it was just a sliver of a complement. Your relationship with her has always been.. rocky.. to say the least. Ever since your body showed early traces of womanhood, comment after comment was thrown at you from the woman.

Stand up straight, wear this, do this, how do you expect anyone to like you when you present yourself this way, why don’t you do this instead, don’t you see how hard I try for you, cover up those ghastly marks before anyone sees..

That last one always seemed to hit more than the others. There was nothing you could do to change your body from growing let alone in which places it chose to grow. It was something you always threw to the back burner, never wanting to resurface every little comment your mother would bring your way about them..

Regardless of how you felt about the marks, once you moved away it didn’t stop you from expressing yourself. Since you opened your own little flower shop in Jericho, nothing was stopping you from dressing the way you liked - even if it was slightly revealing. But you were your own boss at this point, so who could stop you?

When you first moved to the small town, it was hard for you to adjust to the crowd.. well.. more like a bit hard for the crowd to adjust to you. As you walked down the streets, whether it was to open your floral shop for the day or go on a break at the Weathervane, there were always eyes taking in your form. At first, the looks made you a bit uncomfortable - it made every insecurity you had run to the fore front of your mind. After a while though, it didn’t fail to give you the kick of confidence you needed your entire life.

From then you almost fed into the stares, revealing every curve you slowly learned to love, bringing out colors that were more your style and brought your eyes out more - all these were like the steps you needed to feel better in your own skin, even if you still had your off days. Your looks gathered the attention of some, but after they finally got to know the woman behind the looks, you started to know a lot more people all around Jericho. Though, you’d hate to admit you got sad after some interactions had a little more intentions than purely getting to know you..

You loved that this town operated on a ‘help one for the sake of all’ type of motto. It wasn’t rare for you to help out in the library or for others to come by for a chat and help you put away your orders for the week. The boost of confidence in your skin also helped grab the attention of the beautiful principal of Nevermore, Larissa Weems.

You remember you went to the Weathervane during your lunch break one day, your mind filled with information about your incoming flower order - what kind of arrangements you could make and offer, which flowers were more in season than others, etc - that when you walked into the warm coffee shop, you ran right into the woman.

A hot liquid ran down your chest and soaked into the fabric of your lacy crop top causing you to take a few rapid steps back while taking in the damage that had been done. The fabric got heavy with the liquid, causing it to pull itself down and stick to your skin. When you began to look up with an apology already leaving your lips, you froze as your eyes met piercing, worried ones. You took in her form and were glad to see that nothing had gotten onto the woman - she looked expensive and you weren’t sure if you could replace even one piece of fabric she wore. Her eyes raked in your form, stopping at your chest before meeting your eyes again. A blush appeared on her features, before you both caught up with reality.

She helped you back to your shop to clean up, using her scarf to clean the spilled hot chocolate on the way, and you took her back and bought her a new drink to replace the one you accidentally ruined. That day was the start of your relationship with the woman and you couldn’t be happier that you got her number to give her back the scarf once it was cleaned - both of you coming up with excuses to see the other at the start of it all.

It’d been months into your relationship now and you both learned to adjust to each others lifestyles. As you turned the key to lock your shop up for the night, your chest filled with butterflies at the thought of going home to the woman that completely captured your heart.

You stepped into her office after giving your secret knock, something you talked about in case she was in a meeting, and took a deep breath of the smell of sandalwood and vanilla that filled the warm space. Your eyes landed on her form and you couldn’t help but smile as she came to meet you halfway, enclosing you in her arms and pulling you close.

Her lips met yours in a slow, soft kiss. You rested a hand on her cheek to deepen it, eliciting a low hum from your lover and your heart couldn’t help but swell in delight. She broke the kiss before leaving a slow trail down your neck, then stopping and pulling you flush against her. You were glad she was a patient woman, but you wouldn’t be lying if you said you grew to want more.

“Hello, my darling,” she said, her voice low and vibrating in her chest as she spoke. You both caught each other up on your day as you got settled - any issues you had, things you found fascinating, and… one thing your love thought was important to mention.

“Your mother called me today..” She said quietly, knowing you wouldn’t like the thought of the two talking. You let out a slightly frustrated groan as she finished her sentence. It wasn’t that you hated the thought, it was just that you knew your mother only approved because you were both successful, knowing that she would want a slice or more of the accomplishments you shared with your partner.

“What did she call about?” You asked while tending to some of the flower arrangements that sat on the bookshelf.

“She asked how we were doing, how your business was going.. She seemed very happy to hear all was well.” Her eyes were on you the whole time, loving the way you were so passionate about your job. It made her fall in love with you more and more whenever you brought her an arrangement home and explained what each flower meant and how they all went together.

“But?” A sigh left your lips, knowing that there was never only something good coming from the woman that raised you to have thicker skin. You turned your attention to the tall blonde and walked up to her desk, preparing yourself for anything hurtful to be thrown your way.

“She asked about your outfits.. if you’re covering up some things. Darling.. I’m sorry if this is a sensitive topic, but I need to ask.. Are you insecure about your stretch marks? She mentioned them a few times during the call and I-”

“No! I- no.. sorry..” Your gaze on your lover faltered and turned to anything else but her eyes as your voice weakened. Your mother never failed to mention your weak spots..

You heard slight shuffling come from in front of you and you closed your eyes, waiting for the worst - your mother had done a good job in making you expect nothing but that. Soft, gentle hands met your waist as one trailed up to capture your chin causing your eyes to flutter open. She moved your face to look at her, and her gaze translated nothing but love and concern - it pulled on your heartstrings.

“Love.. there’s nothing to be sorry about. Stretch marks are only-”

“No-” Your voice boomed slightly as your ripped yourself from her touch. You felt the dread your mother always managed to give you settle into your chest as you took a few steps back, tears threatening to fall from your eyes, but you pushed it down.

“I-I can’t- No. I’m not insecure about them. I-I can’t change that, I can’t help that my body created them..” Your voice was barely there towards the end of your small outburst. You hugged yourself tightly as you turned slightly away from Larissa.

She stepped towards you, placing her hands on your arms and guiding you to sit on one of the chairs in front of her desk. She ran her fingers up and down your arms and legs, tracing small patterns that brought you back to earth, brought you back to her. As your eyes fluttered open, she placed a hand on your cheek and stroked her thumb along the smooth skin. You let out a sigh and opened yourself up again as you leaned into her touch.

“I am insecure about them..” You whispered weakly, still avoiding to meet the sapphire gaze your love threw your way.

“They’re only natural, my darling girl.. If it makes you feel any better, I’ve always thought about them as blessings from the gods - their touch leaving beautiful, iridescent lightning strikes along your skin as they thought about your creation..” She spoke with a loving tone as she grabbed one of your hands and kissed along the skin softly.

She never failed to make you feel loved, and she always gave you new ways to think about things. You were lucky to have Larissa Weems as your lover.

“I’ve.. never thought about that before…” A small chuckle left your lips as your eyes fluttered shut, savoring her touch. “I’m sorry..”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, my love.. Can I show you how beautiful I think they are?” She asked, your eyes opening and meeting hers. You let out a shuddering breath as a shiver ran through your body, a blush settling itself on your cheeks.

“Yes..” She took in your answer with a smile as she guided you up and out of the chair. She guided you to your shared bedroom that was attached to the office and sat you down on her lap as she sat on the bed.

“If at any point you become uncomfortable, feel free to say anything and we will stop. I want you to feel loved and beautiful, so if I’m doing anything to make you feel otherwise I want to know. Okay, my sweet girl?” She stroked your sides softly, moving her touch along your thighs and up your sides before going back down and repeating the process.

“Yes, Rissa.. I’ll tell you..” You couldn’t help but lean forward, wanting more of her touch to explore your body, after she settled some of your nerves.

“Good girl..” She whispered against your lips causing a whimper to leave your throat as your lips met.

The kiss started slow as your hands wandered each others bodies. She pulled you closer by your hips and you couldn’t help but let out a low groan at the slight friction. Her fingers trailed under your top, erupting goosebumps in their wake, as she slowly pulled the garment over your head and tossed it aside.

She took a moment to look at your form, her pupils dilating as she took in a breath. Her reaction alone caused your body to heat up and a deep blush to creep onto your features.

“You’re absolutely beautiful..” She whispered as she traced her fingers lightly along your sides, along the fabric of your bra and down your arms before capturing you in another kiss. The kiss was deeper this time, more hungry and slightly more urgent from the both of you. You both started to take off every piece of fabric that was between you, littering the floor around you in different pieces of clothing before she shifted you onto your back.

Your arms wrapped around her shoulders as you pulled her as close as you could, but it didn’t last long as she wanted to see everything she was about to worship. She kissed a trail down your jaw before pulling away, her gaze moving along every curve, every bone, every mark your body had on display, to commit it all to memory.

She moved a hand and softly ran her fingertips along the stretch marks that littered your chest, the cool touch leaving goosebumps in its wake as your nipples hardened. She took the opportunity to run her thumb over your left bud, erupting a whimper from your throat as your pushed your chest into her hand more.

“You’re breathtaking, my darling..” She said, her gaze meeting yours before shifting her attention to your chest again. Her right hand held onto your side, her thumb tracing along the bottom of your rips as the other continued to tease your left bud. She kissed down, making sure her lips met every stretch mark your body had to offer on your right side before licking your right bud, capturing it in her mouth.

The sensation sent chills through your body and a warm feeling to fill your lower abdomen as you let out a breathy moan, one that you quickly used your arm to cover up. Her ministrations along your body stopped as she moved up and pinned your hands on either side of your head gently. She leaned in close, her hot breath traveling along your skin.

“Don’t hide those intoxicating sounds from me, my dear.. I want to hear how good I’m making you feel - can you do that for me, love?”

Your eyes fluttered shut at her words before rapidly nodding your head yes. She would be the death of you, and, if there was a god in the afterlife, you were sure it was the woman above you as you continued to give into her every touch.

“Words, love.. I need words..” She whispered firmly as she squeezed your arms gently.

“O-ok yes.. yes just please-” You begged, your tone desperate causing her to slam her lips into yours. You moaned into the kiss as your back arched wanting more of her, needing and taking any and every new sensation she would give you.

Her lips trailed back down, this time leaving a trail of deep, purple marks in its path, covering your skin for the first time, as she gave your left bud the same attention she gave the other. She dragged out all her actions as her lips traced over every inch of your skin, making sure to praise every inch of your skin.

Her lips moved down as her arms hooked around your thighs. Her lips and tongue met your hips, touching every mark there and lower. She kissed down, avoiding where you needed her most as she kissed along one of your thighs and back up the other.

She took two fingers and gently ran them through your folds, letting out a loud groan at how wet you were. The slow touch was agonizing as you let out a low moan, curious as to how this could get any better.

“All of this for me?” She asked, moving her gaze to yours as she placed the fingers in her mouth and sucked, letting out a moan at your taste.

You couldn’t take it anymore - you wanted, no, needed more of the woman. The desire you felt for your lover was all consuming, and she could tell as you moved your body closer to her. She kissed your mound and down to your clit, leaving a trail along your slit. She paused for a moment, her hot breath slipping out and dragging out the moment causing you to whimper. She flattened her tongue against you before running it up through your folds and swirling around your sensitive bud. The action made a near pornographic moan leave your lips as her tongue sent waves of pleasure throughout your body.

You gripped the sheets underneath you as you threw your head back as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through your body, moving through your abdomen, to your chest, and to your fingertips and toes. Your legs were shaking with the ferocity she used as she sucked your clit. A finger teased your entrance, collecting your juices before plunging into your cunt.

Your back arched at the feeling, loving the stretch as she built you up to pure bliss. Another finger followed, slowing pumping in and out of you before curling at just the right spot. Each movement she graced your body with had you seeing stars as you were built closer and closer to the edge. Everything felt light as the world faded away, the only things existing in this moment were the two of you, intertwined.

“You’re doing so good for me, my darling girl..” She said before circling around your clit, shocks of pleasure shooting through you.

More moans left your lips as your chest heaved with every gasp that left it. You felt a tug in your lower abdomen, and, with a few more curls from her fingers, you came as her name left your lips. Hot pleasure coursed through you as she helped you ride out your high before pulling away, a whimper leaving you at the loss of contact.

She kissed your thighs before rushing to grab a glass of water and a towel to clean you up. When she came back, the bed shifted down and your eyes fluttered open, meeting hers. You drank some water as she cleaned the sensitive area gently. When you were done, she set the glass aside and captured you in her arms. She stroked your hair out of your face as she placed a kiss to your forehead.

“You did so good for me, my love..” Her voice was gentle and so full of love. You couldn’t help but cuddle into the crook of her neck, her words making your heart swell. She littered your face with small kisses as a smile grew on both of your faces. She traced her hand along your side and back, using the softest touch as she met every stretch mark underneath her fingertips.

You looked up at her before cupping her face in your hands and placing a long, loving kiss on her lips - your smile noticeable as you did so. Your thumbs stroked along the smooth surface of her skin as she leaned closer to you.

“I love you, Larissa.. thank you..” you whispered against her lips. “I’ll come to love them, I’m sure of that now..”

“Good,” she replied softly, her tone full of adoration. “I’ll be right here if you ever need a reminder.” She winked, causing you both to laugh in each others embrace.

You were already down that path to loving your lightning marks more. She helped you realize a lot about their beauty, after all..

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𝐚/𝐧: LOL HI

so this was my first smut HAHH UHHMMMMSAHSKFJB

i hope you guys liked it. there are some amazing writers out there so i’m hoping i did good????

it was so fun to see another ask in my inbox this morning and it’s nice to be able to shoot something out like i did this so fast guys it was so fun

i’m probably gonna work on my next series this weekend with some things in between - I posted the title of the next one on my masterlist already! this is the hella angst one i hinted at a bit ago and i’m so excited to start that. i don’t really know how many chapters its going to be (probably not long) but i think the deeper i get into it the more i’ll be able to update you

this was fun so i hope you enjoyed and FINN !! ty so much for the ask. it was nice to write something i related to :)

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weirdkpopgirl · 6 months

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Birthday Cuddles | Jeno Imagine #8

Title: Birthday Cuddles

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

Warnings: the reader doesn't have the most positive mindset?

Word Count: 823

Author's Note: I wrote this a week ago, inspired by my past birthday. Maybe it's a little selfish for me to write something like this, but oh well. Originally this was written with Jaemin in mind, but I've been posting a lot for him and it's kind of a problem. Besides, Jeno's clingy personality suits the idea I had, so it worked perfectly. I hope you guys like it. And if it's your birthday too, perhaps this can make your special day even better ^ ^

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ

As the years have passed, your birthday has become a bittersweet event that has lost its significance to you. With the number of people who have disappeared from your life—some you've even cut off, you simply didn't feel the need to celebrate. Being an introvert didn't help either. Still, as the hours passed, a tiny part of you wondered if anyone remembered your special day.

At least this year the weather mirrored your melancholic mood, as your mind was preoccupied with the stress of college. All the assignments and exams were gradually starting to wear you down.

When you finally returned to your small apartment, you felt nothing but exhausted and disheartened. The first thing you did after hanging up your coat was shed the nice outfit you had carefully put together that morning in exchange for your soft gray pajamas. It wasn’t like you had anything else planned for the day.

Just as you slumped onto the couch with a sigh, your head turned in response to the sound of your door’s passcode being unlocked. You quickly sat up, heart racing, as you spotted the familiar boy in a white hoodie and jeans. In his hand, he held a bouquet of blue and white flowers, and his eyes formed into dark crescents as they locked onto yours.

“Jeno?”

He removed his sneakers and slid into the soft blue slippers you always had set out for him before he made his way to plant a sweet kiss on your forehead. “Happy Birthday, babe.”

You frowned as he handed you the flowers and gave him a quizzical look. “Thank you. But don’t you have a schedule today?””

“Yeah, but we finished earlier than expected. So I asked Manager Noona to drop me off here,” He explained, as he sat beside you. “Now we have the rest of the evening to celebrate!”

Jeno sounded so pleased by the convenient change in his plans, yet you barely managed to smile back. As the person who knew you the best, he saw right through your facade. He could see in your eyes that something was bothering you.

“Do you…not want to celebrate?” his voice lowered.

Though Jeno was aware of your gloomy feelings about your birthday, he had still clung to the hope that things might be different now that you two were together. But he was also one to respect your wishes, even if it meant missing out on a day that was supposed to be meaningful for you.

You shrugged and gently placed the beautiful flowers on the coffee table. Strangely, an overwhelming feeling of wanting to cry spurred as you timidly inquired, “Can we just cuddle, and maybe…you can give me some kisses?”

Jeno’s eyes softened at this request, as he knew you weren’t usually expressive about your desires. Without another word, he wrapped his arms securely around your stomach and held you close. Your bodies molded together in a warm embrace. His kisses were soft and tender, as his lips came in contact with your cheeks, forehead, and lips.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” he asked, wanting to ensure you were okay.

Fiddling with the drawstrings from his hoodie, you shook your head. “No, you’re all I need.”

With that, Jeno and you remained in this affectionate position. He played with your hair, while your head rested on his shoulder as your fingers traced light patterns on his chest. As the calmness of the moment began to consume you, Jeno finally spoke.

"I know this day may not feel special to you," Jeno murmured, "But it's important to me because today is the day my soulmate was born."

Touched by his words, you glanced up at him with teary eyes. “How are you always so perfect?” you mused.

Jeno chuckled and gently kissed your lips again. "I'm not perfect, but I'm perfectly in love with you."

"Oh my gosh, that was so cheesy," you giggled, hiding your face in his chest. Jeno laughed shyly, blushing from his own embarrassment. But he meant what he said.

Your lips met again in a sweet, lingering kiss that left you slowly melting into the warmth of his embrace once more. “But I’m also perfectly in love with you,” you confessed, after pulling away. “Thank you for being with me today.”

Jeno had to resist kissing you again because the urge was incredibly strong. Instead, he held you a little tighter.

“There’s no other place for me than right here, (Y/n),” he said sincerely. It was crazy how much he loved you, and how much you loved him. Though both of you struggled to show it at times, you had these intimate moments where you could appreciate each other.

Jeno was one person in your life who made you feel so loved on your birthday.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ

#nct dream #kpop #nctzen #czennie #nct dream imagines #jeno #lee jeno #jeno x reader #jeno imagines #jeno scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct dream fluff #jeno fluff

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thorougly-melted-brains · 5 months

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Siren!Soap and Lightkeep!Ghost (modern day)

It was storming. Not terribly, there wasn’t too much lightning (Even so. Simon had double-checked the lightning rod’s grounding the day before). The only worrying thing was the dock. He’d notice it was drifting a few days back. Years ago it must’ve been anchored with wood, but wood rots, so it’d been secured with thick metal chains. Chains rust, but slower, and Simon knew it’d been fine he had gotten there three months back. But recently it had been unsteady, dipping on the side when he walked on it. One of the chain’s must’ve snapped, or unhooked, and he needed to make sure it was on tight. If it washed away in the pounding rain it wouldn’t be cataclysmic. Just would’ve meant he had to take the dinghy out to the supply boat that came bi-weekly. He didn’t much fancy what amounted to a dip in the port this late in the year though, so he shucked on his thin rain coat and headed out into the storm.

The lighthouse behind him was inflamed in its own light, catching on the glittering wet metal. If Simon were more sentimental he might’ve tried to capture it. But he wasn’t much a romantic or an artist, so he turned his back to it and trudged down the slippery steps to the dock.

When he got down, the top part of dock was submerged in maybe an inch of water. That was fine, it was made to be submerged. What wasn’t fine was the dip on the far left corner. Dark water swallowed it, hiding whatever might’ve caused it. Simon huffed, and tested a foot onto the dock. It didn’t move more than normal, so he dropped to his knees and dragged his other leg on behind him.

He was thankful for his wool unders as water soaked into his boots. He’d have to dry them by the heater later. Shuffling over, he could make out a faint light shape through the murkiness. Probably a piece of driftwood that got tangled in the chain somehow.

Just as he grabs it, he made out its exact shape. A very human, hand-like shape. It was soft in his hands as he grabbed. He recoiled, nearly dipping into the water himself as the dock rocked.

Now, he’s not squeamish, not to blood or gore or (most) dead bodies. But he’d seen macerated bodies and they’re not pretty. He took a breath he tried to turn on the tactical part of his brain. He needed to get them out though, before they could rot further or wash up somewhere more traumatizing. He wasn’t sure of the exact protocol for bodies, but he’d message in when radio was steadier.

Right now he needed to get them out of the water and somewhere drier. Not inside, where’d they’d fester in the warmth. Maybe the shed where the emergency barge was kept. It would be kept cool by the fridgid air outside, and away from animals and weather.

Decided, Simon shuffled back to his hands and knees, and reached into the water. Water made tissue soft, he needed to find bone, a shoulder. Their skin was solid against his gloved hands, but he was still careful to not push too hard. He found their back and grabbed it as gently but surely as he could. Then he pulled, trying to guide the body around the edge of the dock, steeling himself for what he was about to see. The body was surprisingly intact as he dragged it onto the dock. Fresh, he thought grimly. Their skin seemed like it used to be tanned, but the cold made it look sickly. Their extremities were blue and their eyes, set below thick brows, closed. They look peaceful, a small comfort. The expression would match their untouched body if not for their neck. Bloody slits run down both sides, kept bright by the water.

Out of some unthought instinct he pushed them on to their side, into the recovery position. Water trickled out of their mouth, standard as far as he knew. Then they moved, head shifting down into the water, and coughed. Ghost froze, and they coughed harder. He got his wits about him and shoved a hand under their cheek so they wouldn’t inhale the water on the dock. It was a few inches high with their combined weights. They coughed until there was only mucus escaping their mouth. They stopped, and they were still again. They weren’t even shivering. He needed to get them warmed up, the water was at or below freezing, thanks to the salt content. Had been for months. He didn’t know how long they’d been under. He needed to get them warmed up immediately.

Decision made, plan realigned, he hauled them into his arms and near-ran back to the entrance of the lighthouse. Normally, he would strip off his wet layers before going up the stairs to his meager quarters, but it was an emergency.

There wasn’t heating in most of the tower, after all it’d have to heat from the top down with rising heat. So only keeper’s cabin was insulated and heated (at least, the bed/living room was, the bathroom got fucking freezing).

Ghost had left the heat on, and thanks to his running temperature it wasn’t too hot. Small mercies. He kicked the door shut behind him and set the person down in his cot. They were breathing, faint wheezing that was barely audible over the clinking of the radiator. He needed to get their wounds cleaned and bandaged, and their blood warmed up. He shucked off his wet coat, shirt, and gloves as quickly as he could.

His bathroom was luckily stocked with an in-date med kit. (It had only been replaced because he’d used it up in the learning curve of basic mechanics. He wouldn’t had bothered otherwise.) He grabbed the pack and every clean towel he had. Getting back to his room, bathroom door shut to keep the cold in, he set the kettle in the kitchenette. While it boiled, he set about drying the person. They were wholly naked, he noticed belatedly. It only made him wonder more as to how they ended up half drowned.

He put the thought aside and got about drying them with clinical speed. Once dry, he slipped pants on them, to give them some dignity once (if) they woke up. The military had bleached any prudishness he may have had, but he knew what it was like to feel exposed. Even though their chest was flat, he would’ve put a shirt on as well, if not for their neck.

The wounds were starting to bleed sluggishly again. From the amount of blood and a bit of inspection he could tell they were shallow, so he didn’t prioritize them. Hypothermia was a bigger threat than infection. The kettle clicked. He found five freezer bags and filled them a good amount with tap water. Then topped them off with a splash of the boiling. He ended up with five make-shift lukewarm water bottles. He‘d gradually make them warmer when the person is more stable. He didn’t want to shock them. He set one bag each under their armpits, two on their core, and one between their legs. He pulled a thin cover over their whole body. Their paleness was only more worrying under the warm lamp of his cabin. He set about dressing their neck.

The night was spent in half sleep on the stair next to his guest’s cot. He interrupts it frequently to warm up the heat packs or make sure the bandages are on right. It was early morning when they started moving, small groans echoing from their chest. They started sweating a shift of sleep ago, Ghost had noticed. It was good, meant their body was finally fighting again. He just had to get some fluids in them and they’d be right as rain.

#total honesty i based the hypothermia treatment on other fanfiction #i dont think i need to say that im not a medical professional #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #writing #lighthouse au #au

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freckles-things · 1 year

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Can you do a writing where Derek Morgan takes care of the reader whenever she has really bad period cramps?. I think it would be so sweet and fluffy to read. He could call her babygirl ❤️

Something Domestic

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Reader

Summary: What happens when Derek comes home after a full day of work, finding you curled up and in pain?

Warnings: mentions of period and blood as well as pain.

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Opening the door to your flat, Derek was surprised to find it dark and quiet. Usually, as long as you were home, there was always some source of light, the smell of scented candles, which often times also were the source of light, and some kind of noise. Sometimes you’d play music or the sounds of the TV could be heard as well as the soft sounds of you cooking or doing something else. Maybe you’d already gone to sleep. Unlikely going by the time, but not impossible. You usually made a point of staying awake as long as you knew he was coming over, which in todays case you did. He didn’t expect you to nor was he disappointed that you weren’t still awake, but it was still unusual.

Derek gently toed off his shoes and hung up his jacket by the door, quietly placing his work bag in the living room. Approaching the door to your bedroom, he quietly opened it. As soon as he laid eyes on you, a frown appeared on his face. You weren’t sleeping peacefully like he had expected you to. Instead you were curled around your midsection, body tense and face buried into your pillow. Definitely not a sleeping position.

You only turned your head once you felt his big, warm hand smooth over you hair and blearily blinked at him, just to find him kneeling on the floor next to your head. His heart broke as his eyes studied your face, taking in your tear streaked cheeks. His hand continued to soothingly thread through your hair while he moved his own face a little closer to you, making sure to study every single expression.

„What’s wrong, Babygirl?“, he softly cooed at you.

„I started my period today“, you croaked back, feeling a little ridiculous to make a fuss about it. But your body hurt - the day had started with a blazing headache and had been followed by cramps that had forced you to double over.

„Hurts“, you added in a small voice, the tears you’d shed clearly heard in the way your voice wavered a little.

„I’m sorry you feel this poorly, Sweetheart“, Derek murmured against your skin before pressing his lips against your forehead in a gentle kiss. His hand found its way down your back, gently rubbing over your lower back and coming to rest over your stomach.

„How about I run you a hot bath to relax and help with the cramps?“ He only moved towards the bathroom to run said bath after you had nodded slowly. A few minutes later he came back to help you out of bed and towards the bathtub. Warm and gentle hands carefully helped you out of your clothes, not commenting on the fact that you had bled through them since you hadn’t been able to move for hours, before assisting you with stepping into the bath. The room smelled like lavender and sandalwood, the smell of your favourite relaxing Epsom Salts, and the water had the perfect temperature. Which was to say that Derek felt like his skin might melt off his body when touching the water. One reason you rarely showered together.

„Thank you“ you whispered, still keeping a hold of Derek’s hand. He pressed a kiss against your temple and settled on the floor besides the tub, quietly talking about some trick Spencer had shown him at the office and how Emily had nearly smashed her printer in rage. You closed you eyes and let his comforting voice wash over you, your body slowly starting to relax. You loved his voice and in turn you loved to listen to him talk about mundane things. Derek had picked up on it after a little while and now tended to ramble anytime he noticed that you were stressed or needed some distraction. He also thought that it was quite endearing how much you relaxed at the sound of his voice.

„Let me wash your hair, Babygirl?“, he asked after a while. You hummed in agreement and moved to sit up, his strong hands supporting you. He moved to get a cup from the counter, which he used to gently wet your hair with the warm water, carefully tilting your head back and making sure that the water didn’t get into your eyes. You closed your eyes in contentment as his strong fingers started to massage the shampoo into your hair.

„Feels good“, you murmured, which made him chuckle. His warm lips pressed against your temple before he continued to massage your scalp. He hated seeing you in pain. And seeing your tear stained face earlier had nearly broken his heart. He hated to imagine how you’d been lying in bed, curled up in pain, while he had been joking with his colleagues.

You sighed at his ministrations and melted into his hands, feeling some of your inner tension leave. You hadn’t been able to relax once since getting up and you were just now noticing the toll it had taken on you. Allowing Derek to manipulate your head, you savoured the feeling of the warm water running through your hair and slowly washing away the suds. Once he was done, he carefully guided your body to lean back against the tub and placed your head on a folded up towel, which he had placed on the edge of it.

You looked up at him, catching his soft gaze and smiled slightly.

„Thank you!“

„No need to thank me, Babygirl. Are you going to be alright for a few minutes while I go and change the sheets?“ He still sounded worried, which warmed your heart more than it probably should.

You nodded at him, gently grabbing his hand that was still placed against your cheek and pressed a kiss against the palm of it. His thumb gently traced your lips before he moved back towards the bedroom. You closed your eyes again, listening to the sounds of Derek moving around the room. You could hear the tell-tale sound of the sheets being stripped followed by steps towards the linen closet in the hall before there were again sounds of rustling sheets and Derek’s voice muttering something under his breath. You couldn’t help but smile at it. He always had troubles with the fitted sheets, insisting that they were a demonic invention.

He was back only a few moments later, carrying the sheets and added them to the basket with the other laundry you had planned on washing today.

„Are you ready to get out yet?“, he asked teasingly to which you shook your head.

„Can you grab me some clothes to change into?“ He turned towards you to reveal that he was already carrying them. You giggled, which made his smile widen, and grabbed the washcloth to clean yourself. In the meantime Derek retrieved two towels, hanging them over the heating to warm them up a little and your heart warmed at his thoughtfulness.

Once you were finished washing, you asked him to help you out of the tub. You had expected him to lend a supporting hand. You had not expected him to reach into the tub and lift you out of it and into his arms, which was why you couldn’t suppress the small squeal of surprise that escaped you.

„Derek! I’m going to get you all wet and bloody like that!“ He raised his eyebrows at you in a move that clearly said „and do I look like I care?“ before gently settling you on your feet, wrapping the warmed up towel around your body and placing you on the closed toilet seat. While you were still trying to grasp what had happened, his hands already moved to dry your hair with the second towel.

„I can do it on my own“, you weakly protested, not wanting to appear weak or like Derek had to do everything. However, he just shushed you.

„Let me spoil you, Sweetheart. Makes me feel better after leaving you alone all day while you were in pain.“

„You don’t have to. It wasn’t that bad and I’m old enough to deal with it on my own.“ He stopped rubbing your hair once it was no longer dripping water and ducked down a little to press a kiss against your forehead before gazing into your eyes. His hazel ones soft and full of emotions.

„I know that you can deal with it on your own. You shouldn’t have to, though. And I personally think that it was bad enough, wasn’t it?.“

You bit your lip and nodded in response. How had you been lucky enough to find a man like Derek to call your partner? Never before had one of your partners been this considerate to your needs and that unbothered about the messy parts that sometimes came with having your period.

Once you had been dried up, he carefully helped you to step into your favourite pair of period panties and sweats, before helping you to put on one of his soft and ridiculously large shirts. Once he had sat you down on the toilet again, he grabbed your fuzzy socks from the heating and kneeled in front of you, to gently grab your feet and put them on for you. Gazing down at this ridiculously attractive and attentive man, kneeling in front of you with a pair of brightly coloured socks in his hands, your heart did something complicated. Your hands reached forward of their own volition, gently cupping his face and tugging him upwards to press your lips against his in a loving kiss you hoped conveyed the flood of emotions you were feeling. Warm hands gently squeezed your ankles once the socks were on, before moving to lift you up once again. This time you didn’t protest and simply buried your face against Derek’s shoulder, pressing a kiss against the smooth skin. After having dressed you, he had discarded his own shirt which he had soaked by lifting you out of the tub, and you weren’t going to complain about the feeling of his bare chest against your skin. You also were never going to be complaining about the sight if you were completely truthful.

He placed you on the bed and wrapped the fresh sheets around you, before excusing himself to get something from the kitchen. Only a few minutes later did he come back with a small tray filled to the brim with drinks and snacks as well as pain medications. It had only taken him a few minutes, but when he stepped back into the room, you’d curled up again. Hugging a pillow to your lower stomach in hopes to ease the pain.

He frowned at the display. He absolutely hated to see you in pain. He saw people injured and dying on a regular basis, but those experiences somehow didn’t come close to how he felt now. Setting down the tray on the bedside table, he moved to sit beside you. If he were able to take your pain away, he would do so in an instant. As it was, he could only do so much. One of those things was to gently extract the pillow that you were still clutching and to exchange it for the hot water bottle he had brought.

„Does that feel alright, Babygirl? Not too hot?“

You savoured the warmth that slowly eased the tension that had built back up again. You muttered your thanks while you moved to sit against the headboard of the bed. Derek settled in beside you before moving the tray in between your bodies. Steady hands passed you a cup of your favourite tea, which you gratefully sipped on, only now realising how thirsty you were. Soon your cup was empty and put back onto the tray.

„Do you think you could eat a sandwich, Sweetheart? After not eating anything today it would be better to have something in your stomach before taking the painkillers.“

While you weren’t particularly hungry, you knew that Derek was right. Taking them without food might as well lead to a stomach ache and if there was anything you really didn’t need today, it was even more pain.

You grabbed one of the sandwiches and took a small bite, realizing that Derek had made them the way you preferred. How you loved that man! Sending him a appreciative smile, you quickly finished the sandwich as well as some of the berries and a piece of chocolate he’d assembled.

Once you’d finished, you took some of the pain medication and swallowed them down with another cup of tea while Derek placed the tray on his bedside table. After you had placed your hot water bottle against your lower stomach again, he pulled you into his side. You buried your face against his chest and moved to settle your body in a way that hurt the least. Once you’d stilled, his strong arms wrapped themselves around you protectively, bringing you impossibly closer to his form.

„Thank you, Derek. You’ve really helped with everything that’s been going on today. I really don’t deserve you“, you whispered against his skin, pressing a kiss against it to underline your gratefulness for his help. His warm lips pressed against your temple while one of his hands moved to draw gentle circles on your back and the other one came to rest on you lower back, placed at exactly the spot that bothered you the most.

„Wrong. You do deserve me and it. And you deserve so much more, Babygirl.“ His voice was soft but firm and you gradually relaxed against his body. Slowly lulled into sleep by his steady heartbeat and breathing and the warmth of his body that seeped into yours

#criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #cm #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan imagine #derek x reader #derek morgan #derek imagine #criminal minds x reader

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 6 months

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in honor of the catboy rollo plush thar I have no doubt you bought can we have some catboy rollo headcanons? like if he was a beastman or maybe an alchemy accident made him a catboy temporarily

GUILTY AS CHARGED 🐱 If you’re interested in getting your own catboy Rollo plush, check out the kickstarter!

I have a bunch of embarrassing cute outfits including a maid dress to stuff that catboy Rollo plush into as soon as it arrives in my clutches 😈

(By the way!! I highly recommend checking out this artist; I love their (actual) cat!Rollo artworks…)

Like Fire, Hellfire.

Rollo is the definition of a grumpy cat. Don't let his fluffy white ears and tail fool you, he can and will hiss at you if you get too close. It's even worse when Malleus is around; all of Rollo's fur stands on end and he looks like he's ready to pounce and claw at his mortal enemy's face.

His hat and clothing have special holes tailored in them to make way for his ears and tail to poke out. Rollo's very sensitive about any comments directed towards his animalistic traits (or, in Idia’s case, if you uwu talk to him)--and God help you if you’re brave enough to. Man's going to hold an intense grudge at any fool who dares.

He adds seafood to his diet, in part because he has a new cat-like affinity for fish (cue Azul with dollar signs in his eyes) and in part because too many grapes and/or too much coffee upsets his delicate stomach. (Cats don’t deal with those two foods too well.)

He looks after his fur to a ridiculous extent; every day, he meticulously scrubs it down and inspects it for any speckles of dirt or dust that could sully the pure white color. Rollo even carries around a cleaning kit in case his fur is tarnished when he's away from a bathroom.

… Rollo neurotically carries a lint brush around and cleans up any fur he sheds. (He goes through many, MANY lint brushes, especially when he’s stressed.)

His lightning fast cat-like reflexes will catch your wrist before you’re able to scratch his ears or tug on his tail. He’ll then proceed to chide you about obtaining consent before laying a finger on any animal you see casually wandering around.

It's usually so hard to tell what he's thinking or feeling, but looking at his ears and tail give you a better reference for what's going on in his head. As much as Rollo tries to keep himself in check, there are some things he can't repress 100% of the time, like how his ears twitch and stand at attention when something catches his interest.

His tail is even more expressive! It curls up when he's frustrated, stands straight up when he's pleased, and puffs up like a cloud when he's on edge, scared, or angry. (Rollo curses; why can't he just control himself?! He has to work twice as hard to consciously suppress his instincts.)

For someone dressed in an extravagant outfit, Rollo isn't as burdened by it as you would have expected. He still manages to retain all the grace and the speed of a cat in spite of all the fabric he could easily get caught up in. He makes great use of that speed to exit the scene whenever some foul mage he particularly detests makes an appearance.

If you thought Rollo was high-strung before, wait until you see Catboy!Rollo. Thanks to his beastman genes, all of his senses are heightened well beyond that of the average human. It makes him even more aware of his surroundings (and all of the problems he has with them) than ever. You’ll find him glaring at something well out of sight just because he overheard a mob student using God’s name in vain or something several hallways away 💀

The smell of flowers is now too overbearing for him, so he has to enjoy them from a distance. It’s one of the few times you can catch him smiling softly, just enjoying the flowers swaying in the breeze and the sun in his fur.

He has developed a morbid fascination with shiny objects, particularly his ring and any bells he spots. Something about the way they glisten in the light gives him hope and reignites his fire to pursue his own nefarious goals.

Catboy!Rollo has a habit of fiddling with nearby objects when he isn’t currently holding onto something. However, if he’s caught in a moment of concealed anger, you’ll find him snapping writing implements in half or clicking a pen on and off so hard that it shatters in his grasp.

When he tends to the Bell of Salvation or is out in the City of Flowers, the local birds are weirdly drawn to him. They roost in his hat (making a nest of it) and on his shoulders and arms. It annoys Rollo to no end (“Shouldn’t you infernal creatures fear felines?!”) but the birds just scatter, only to return moments later once he has cooled off a bit.

Because of sense of smell is so strong, he has to use his handkerchief more than usual to block out aromas he finds migraine-inducing. This gives others the impression that he's more displeased than he actually is, making them somewhat hesitant to approach him.

He does his very best to mask any purring as grumbling or just grunting. (He will reverently deny it if you ask him if he purred.)

Getting wet (from rain, from random splashes of water, etc.) ruins his entire day. Rollo staunchly refuses to use magic to dry himself off, so he's stuck using a towel (if it's within grasp) or air drying. This leaves him looking like a pathetically angry wet cat, fur all matted and mood sour as he profusely shivers.

Warm weather or conditions makes him super sleepy (much to Rollo’s chagrin). It’s a war between his iron will and his drowsiness…! (Ultimately, he ends up dozing off by the fireplace on late nights writing at his desk. Luckily for him, his aide and/or vice president will drape a jacket or a blanket over him to keep him comfortable. "Hehe... President Rollo's so cute.")

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #Rollo Flamme #disney twisted wonderland #Rollo at the Writing Desk #curiouser and curiouser

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