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Conversation Pit | Dieter Bravo x afab!Reader
Rating: E for Explicit
Summary: You’re viewing a mansion with Dieter, and it has a conversation pit. Does he have the discipline to keep his hands to himself?
Tags: friends with benefits, SMUT: Dieter’s favorite dom appears 👀 could it be someone we know?; mmf threesome, piv sex, semipublic sex but don’t worry, edging (m receiving), references to sex work
Word count: 4,112
Note: Listen. This fic was supposed to be conversation pit fucking and then it evolved into something else. I did not do her justice. I’ll come back to you baby.
This is the same universe as Coping Mechanisms. There's no plot connecting the two fics, but I recommend reading it if you want more sexy Dieter smut 😏😌
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“It feels like a little much,” you say. Your neck aches from craning to look up at the many elevated features of this house. Or rather, this mansion. The sprawling, avant-garde chandelier in the foyer. The ocean-themed mosaics undulating across the domed ceiling of a bathroom. An enormous space lined with hanging walkways and tunnels and little nesting spots, for who knows how many cats.
This latest hallway is nice, though. Rustic wood beams pass overhead at a more average height, providing a sort of cozy, normal feeling for the first time since you entered. Here’s hoping they lead to a similar design style in the next room.
“I dunno, I kinda like it.” Dieter slings an arm around your shoulders. “Lots of walls to paint, you know? I could make it my own.”
“True,” you concede. “There are way more rooms than I was expecting, though. Like maybe more than even you could paint on your own.”
“You’re right about the rooms, actually.” The realtor gives you an sheepish smile over his shoulder. “The owner’s kind of a character- it took some real convincing to get them to send us any pictures at all, so they missed a few things. But they left the house in great shape, right?” He beams winningly.
This realtor has shown you and Dieter a few houses by now. He’s pretty okay for a chummy salesman type. His methods at least included giving you space to think and discuss, which you appreciate.
Not that discussion between you and Dieter was really necessary. He was the one buying a mansion, not you. He just wanted you here for impulse control, and a second opinion. “I trust your judgment,” he’d insisted. 
A lopsided smirk overtook his face. “Even with your choice of fuckbuddy.”
You’d rolled your eyes. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”
Dieter had shrugged. “Fuckbuddies, friends with benefits, booty calls. We know what we are.”
“Coping mechanisms?” you added drily. 
He’d given you a wounded look- always so effective with those big brown eyes of his. “We can be friends and coping mechanisms.”
You’d laughed at that, and now here you were, touring the quirkiest LA mansion you’d yet seen together this week. Or maybe offbeat was a better word. You didn’t really have any idea how to describe these places. Homes, but also playgrounds of the rich and famous. They’d do the place up how they wanted (or how some expensive designer wanted) and then left the next person to clean up the mess- to paper over whatever was now deemed- *shudder*- out of fashion.
Or to paint over, you muse, thinking of Dieter’s impromptu artistic urges.
“Now, you may think you’ve seen the showstoppers of this house, but this next room might just make you reconsider.” Standing before a door at the end of the hall, the realtor pushes it open and stands aside with a flourish.
Your mouth drops open. 
It didn’t just open up, as the rest of the house seemed to. This room also opens down. The beautiful wood beams do continue overhead, and the entire back wall is windowed, making the space feel both grand and homey at once. Bright sunshine streams in. The glass wall looks out over the backyard, which is less of a backyard than an entire valley, wild and forested, without a trace of the other mansions you’ve been informed are tucked into the hill. On the left wall of the room rises a stone brick fireplace; on the right wall, tall bookshelves. The sandy carpet underfoot looks thick and cozy.
And in the dead center of the room: a conversation pit.
Your mouth falls open again.
Is that even what it’s called? The word has a strange texture in your mind. Yes, a conversation pit; that architectural relic of the 70s. A great round depression, a huge circular couch set right into the floor.
It’s hideous.
Dieter hurtles through the door, down the short staircase, and bounds right into the pit. “Hey, check this out! A conversation pit, sweets! Have you ever been in a house with one of these?”
The realtor is prattling on about the other features of the room, something about adjustable lighting and special outlets. 
“I haven’t.” You approach more slowly. The staircase below the door hugs the wall, presumably so that anyone who falls down it doesn’t carom straight into the pit. The carpeting is so luxurious that you almost feel bad about walking on it with shoes. 
You carefully descend the two additional steps down to Dieter’s level. “This feels like a safety hazard.”
“Whaat? No way, it’s so cool! Like we’re in some classy old 70s porno.” In an instant Dieter has whirled to face you, grinning, a wily gleam in his eye. 
Your eyes widen with what you hope is a forbidding look. “No, Dieter. Absolutely not.”
The realtor’s cell phone trills, cutting him off mid-sentence. “Excuse me, let me just check this.” He fishes it out and answers, and his eyes light up. 
“You guys think about the house, okay? I’ll just be a minute.” The realtor heads back up the stairs. “Heya, Brad. No, no, I’m not busy…” He shuts the door behind him.
Dieter pounces.
“Dieter Bravo, you stay right there-”
The pupil in the eye of the pit is a cushy ottoman, which Dieter leaps over with unexpected grace. Your brain and your feet have different ideas on where to go; instead of fleeing, you stumble backward and fall to your ass on the sofa.
“Tell me you’re thinking what I’m thinking.”
“Dieter-”
“This room would be perfect for sex parties.” He’s practically glowing with excitement. He leers down at you, his shapely mouth turning up suggestively.
“D, that happened one time! And it wasn’t even planned, it was only because everyone drank too much of that Romanian liquor that Alexandra’s mom made her.” 
The taste of cherries had haunted you for a month afterward. It was nothing like the syrupy-sweet maraschino flavor that smacked of childhood sundaes and red dye 40. This stuff was as black as the fruit itself and tasted of summer at its height, thick and ripe and heady.
Normally you’re not so keen to head off Dieter’s sex-related whims, but something about this moment, this room, feels different. Like your body can sense how little convincing it would take for you to give in.
Like Dieter can sense it.
“But it could happen again.”
Dieter crouches and pulls on something near the floor, and suddenly your feet are propped several inches higher off the ground. You blink, and in a fluid movement Dieter is kneeling between your legs, at the perfect height to put his mouth to your ear.
“Just imagine. You’re sitting here, just like this. I’m sitting here. Just like this.” His hand trails up your thigh. You swallow.
“The lights are low, low enough to see the stars in the sky outside. Maybe we have some music playing. Lying right there are John and Diana.” Dieter nods to the plush carpet inches from your face. “I know you liked watching them last time.”
As if in a dream, your head turns to look where he indicated. Your face heats furiously at the memory of your two attractive friends, and the heavy glances all four of you had shared that night.
“He’s fucking her, slow and easy. She’s watching us while he does. Maybe she’s telling you to join in- to let me make you feel good, like she’s feeling.”
Dieter’s low, husky voice is a potent aphrodisiac, and so is the picture it paints. The taste of cherries seems to coat your tongue. You fight down a little noise of want in the base of your throat, your body tightening and squirming. Your fingers dig into the couch cushions.
“We can invite Samya and Vish again. And maybe Dani and Riley. They’re so hot.” Dieter sighs, briefly indulging in his own fantasy. 
Dieter’s hand has settled into a familiar shape- his thumb resting on your clit, but his fingers curled so the knuckles rest where they would normally slip inside you. Where they’d definitely be able to slide in right now. You can’t decide if you should thank or curse your past self for not wearing a skirt this morning.
“Remember how we could hear everyone? No one was hiding or acting shy, just enjoying themselves. Laughing and moaning…” Dieter’s voice drops to a whisper. “Diana was so wet you could hear it every time John thrust into her.” 
His lips brush your ear. “And so were you.”
His teeth graze your neck and you can’t stop your moan. He sucks on the sensitive skin just the way you like, his thumb bearing down, and your head drops back.
The bright blue sky brings you back to your senses. 
“Dieter!” You squirm away, gasping for air. 
He immediately retreats. He remains kneeling on the foot rest as you pull your legs up and together, attempting to regain some composure. 
“I think that courtesan part you played went to your head,” you say shakily. 
Dieter’s last role had been a four-episode appearance in a new fantasy period show. He’d played a queen’s favorite courtesan in her harem; but upon hearing inklings of a coup, she’d sent him away, leaving the audience with tantalizing hints that he wasn’t just a mere prostitute. The show’s first season had been a huge success, and though it had been renewed for more, the reappearance of Dieter’s character was still only rumor. 
Clearly he had picked up a few things from his character. You send him a half admonishing, half grudgingly impressed look.
Seeing that you’re not truly upset, he relaxes. “You like? There’s more where that came from.” Dieter walks his fingers up your calf. He smiles temptingly, his eyes still blown dark and beguiling. 
Huffing incredulously, but unable to resist smiling in turn, you shake your head.
“Ookay. I’m just saying, it sounded like our guy was gonna be a while. Especially if Brad is whose PA I think he is.” Dieter shrugs, the picture of nonchalance. “Wouldn’t hurt to do a little test run.”
“Dieter Bravo, I am not having sex with you in a house we’re viewing.” You laugh, a bit high despite yourself off the endorphins from Dieter’s fantasy. 
You turn and rise, making to clamber right over the back of the couch.
Dieter gasps. “Wait!” All trace of seduction is gone from his voice. You only make it halfway out of the pit, your knees where you’d just been sitting and your hands on the floor beyond the back of the couch. 
“Babe, this is the position we’ve been trying to find! Look-” He’s hushed but excited. Dieter scrambles up behind you, his hands appearing on either side of your own, his chest flush with your back. One of his knees further compresses the cushion beneath you. When you twist your head to look, you see that his other foot is leveraged on the footrest. 
Dieter groans your name, low and pleading. “Tell me you wore these pants for a reason.”
You gasp as his fingers dip beneath the waistband of your pants. LA weather means loose fitting bottoms, and high waistlines mean cinched elastic instead of button clasps. Dieter has no trouble sliding his hand into your pants and cupping your sex in a way that makes your elbows buckle.
“Dieter, we can’t.”
“Please, sweets, I’ll make you feel good- I won’t even come, this one will just be for you,” he promises. “You know I can be quick.” His voice goes velvety and dark with promise- with reminder.
Damn, but you did know. Dieter was a dedicated study; it didn’t take long before he could make you come faster and in more ways than any partner you ever had. The speed came in handy more often than you’d think. The man was insatiable, and his appetite could flare at any random moment- no matter how inopportune.
His persuasions are working. Your cunt throbs to have his hand so close and yet so far away through the barrier of your panties. You’re already wet from his earlier efforts, and the heavy drape of his body over yours brings your desire howling to life again.
“Hmmm?” Dieter traces a light circle around your clit.
You grit your teeth. The realtor could be back at any second. 
Dieter flattens his hand over your cunt, rubbing just so.
Your resolves breaks. “Fuck, fine- but quick,” you implore.
--
“Oh, this is going to take so long,” you assure him. Dieter moans, helpless to your designs, the binds on his wrists holding fast. “What’s wrong, D? You didn’t seem to care about coming earlier.”
“Please, please let me come. I’ve been so good, your pussy feels so fucking good…” Dieter rambles, sobbing, his eyes rolling back in his head as you sink down on him again, achingly slowly, taking him as deep as you can. Dieter tries to help, his hips surging upward like he can’t get far enough inside you. That could well be the case, given that his ankles are tied together as well.
He moans again.
“Mmn, you’re so pretty like this,” you sigh. Dieter’s chestnut locks are tufted from your grasp and dark with sweat at his temples. Red blooms in his cheeks. His lips are kiss-swollen, teeth-bitten from trying and failing to hold back his cries. His body is thick and strong beneath you, and you attempt to spread your thigh still wider, take that little bit more of him inside you.
Dieter makes a choked sound. He turns his head to the side, desperation all over his face.
It’s been hours since Dieter seduced you into coming around his cock in the conversation pit of the house you were viewing. As promised, he’d been quick- you hardly had time to break a sweat before he brought you that familiar hot rush of release. You needn’t have bothered worrying, though. The realtor took so long on his phone call that your panties had nearly dried out again by the time he returned.
But true to his word, Dieter didn’t come, and you’re pretty sure his hard-on hasn’t flagged once since then. Some part of him had been touching you through the entire rest of the house tour that neither of you had realized was still ahead. He was so worked up he’d canceled lunch at his favorite diner, and then looked agonized when he remembered that you hadn’t taken the car with the privacy screen. 
You follow his gaze. “What do you say, Ezra? Should we let him come?” 
Dieter’s favorite dom is sitting in an armchair off to the side, observing, loosely guiding, your activities and stroking himself with leisurely enjoyment.
Abandoning his own biology temporarily, Ezra approaches the bed. “A hard decision indeed, gem. But in my professional opinion, I believe that you should come once more before we allow dear Dieter the privilege.” Dieter’s eyes are glazed, bleary with desperation. You’d had one orgasm since the start of this session, but another sounded fine to you. 
“Should it be on his cock this time?”
“Hmmm. How would you feel about takin’ your pleasure on my cock first? Darlin’ Dieter got to experience it earlier; this time he can only watch, as a consequence of rushing his partner to the end so crudely.”
Surely that’s a little harsh. “Aww, I wouldn’t say it was crude. I did enjoy it,” you coo at Dieter, stroking his face reassuringly. Relief shines in his face, your words like a sunbeam breaking through the gathering clouds of his sudden anxiety.
“Oh, of course. My apologies; it was not my intention to imply otherwise. Nevertheless…” Ezra reaches over your thighs to give Dieter an apologetic stroke; then he runs his broad palms slowly up your body, Dieter’s eyes following like a starving man before a feast. Maybe like one of those ancient myths he's always drawing inspiration from- who was that one guy? Tantalus. Ezra tweaks your nipples and you shiver atop Dieter’s cock.
It had been your idea to text Ezra. On the car ride home, you’d suggesting upping the stakes, since Dieter had been so naughty in the house. He’d essentially already been edging himself since the conversation pit- why not make it a real challenge? (And maybe a little bit of a punishment, for being so cheeky.) Dieter had looked so torn, you might have asked him to choose between microwave chicken nuggets and taquitos for the rest of his life. But in the end Ezra was free, so you invited him over at three o’clock sharp.
Dieter sounds so anguished as you lift yourself off his cock that you think he might actually cry. You click your tongue. “You heard him, D. Consequences.” You lean down to kiss him, giving Ezra space to climb onto Dieter’s legs behind you.
“Stay there a moment, sweet,” Ezra requests.
Your breasts brush Dieter’s chest, and he automatically tries to lift his torso to meet you, forgetting that your hands are holding down his shoulders. He whines.
“Naughty Dieter, always pushing the rules. Trying to fuck me where other people might see.” You nibble at his neck and ear between murmurs. “Now you’re the one who has to watch.”
Your breath hitches as you feel Ezra’s cock notch at your entrance. “There we are, sweets. Sit back for me now, nice and easy.” His hands guide your hips, and you ease backward onto Ezra’s cock. A breathless moan falls free as you sit up, his length thick and full inside you. So joined, you shuffle forward just a bit- until Dieter’s cock rests against your sex. Dieter’s mouth falls open, mesmerized by the sight. He twitches, the movement brushing your clit, and you whimper. 
“Mm, I thought you might like this, gem. If it sounds amenable to you, we’re goin’ to use darlin’ Dieter’s cock to make you come like this, slow enough for you to enjoy every second of it, and then, and only then, are we going to let Dieter come.”
It’s delightfully ​​jarring to feel a cock inside you as well as outside against your clit; despite the pleasure winding heavy along your limbs, you manage to answer. “Perfectly amenable.”
Ezra cups his hand over Dieter’s cock and nestles it between your labia, coating it in your arousal and Dieter’s. The velvety ridges of him rub snugly against your clit- especially as Ezra begins to move. He starts gradually, thrusting into you with just enough force that you rock against Dieter’s dick at the same time. 
Oh, fuck. This is more stimulation than you usually get via both methods at once- it won’t take long for you to come like this. You moan in approval.
“Does that feel good, gem?” Ezra asks.
His thrusts aren’t forceful. Rather, they’re constant, unceasing strokes along something inside you that makes your vision blur; and all the while he holds Dieter’s cock against your clit like the perfect toy.
“F-f-ffucking incredible,” you stutter. “Keep going, like that.”
Ezra rumbles in approval. Dieter’s eyes are as round as saucers as he watches his dom pleasure you with both their cocks, and he spills out a steady babble of praise. “Oh fuck, you’re so hot, sweets. Look so good like this. Can use my dick whenever you want…” Every muscle in his body jerks and strains, but whether trying to come or in effort to stop himself coming you can’t tell, and you stop trying as Ezra’s movements pour brain-numbing pleasure directly into your skull and down your spine.
You squirm and sob at the onslaught of stimulation. There’s no escape- not that you really want it. You can feel your peak approaching, a tingling creeping up every limb like vines about to fruit.
“Dieter- Ezra-”
“Ah, the end is nigh, is it, sweet? Go on then, let it come- give us everything you got.”
Ezra’s poetry is obliterated by the roaring in your ears. Something breaks open inside you, spilling bliss through every crack and crevice of your body. You quake and keen in Ezra’s arms. For long, long minutes, it feels like it physically rocks you, pleasure pulsing in an endless flood. Distantly you recognize that it’s Ezra’s movement creating the rocking sensation, prolonging your pleasure for as long as he knows you can last. You finally go still only when he does, the rushing pleasure slowing to a trickle.
Sagging into Ezra’s arms, you shudder as the bliss tapers off. As your breathing slows, other sensations come back to you, including that of something clinging to- or maybe dripping from- your thighs. Dieter.
Your paramour is gazing at you, awestruck, a familiar dopey, dazed grin pulling at one corner of his mouth. You make a questioning sound.
“You comin’ set him off, sweet. That was some mighty, powerful pleasure, if I do say so myself.” Ezra’s rasp in your ear sounds thoroughly satisfied. “It seemed unduly cruel to deny dear Dieter any longer after such good behavior, so I took the liberty of takin’ care of him.”
Indeed, Ezra’s hand is wrapped more fully around Dieter’s cock, though both are now somewhat obscenely mashed against your sex and covered in his spend. “Oh, good,” you sigh.
Ezra chuckles. “I’ll give us a wipedown, gem. Then you can untie his hands, if you wouldn’t mind, and I’ll get his feet.” 
You blink yourself slightly more alert. Dieter didn’t like being tied up for very long after the fun stuff was over. “Mhm. Okay.” 
You help Ezra wipe the various fluids from all three of you. Your brow knits at the sensation of him pulling out of you, but Ezra appears unperturbed, humming an idle tune as he rotates to unbind Dieter’s feet. You turn your focus to doing the same to his hands.
A serene, almost cherubic, expression lay over Dieter’s face; with his eyes closed and his breathing deep and steady, he looks halfway to sleep. When you lean back from untying him, his eyes are open. You start.
Then you chuckle. “Hey, D. Feeling okay?”
Dieter lengthens his already long limbs and then contracts them in a wiggly stretch. He rolls over toward you, resting his head on your thigh. “Mmhmmm.” 
He looks for all the world like he intends to fall asleep right there. Honestly, the man resembles a giant cat sometimes. Or maybe some other, more exotic animal. Actorus libidinous.
A ferocious rumbles issues from what you can only assume is Dieter's stomach. His eyes fly open. "I'm so fucking hungry."
He appears astounded by this fact. Or maybe by the fact that he forgot his hunger in the first place- it’s truly a testament to how worked up he was that all other needs fled his mind so completely. (You made him eat a granola bar before Ezra arrived, but still.)
Ezra returns from the ensuite, and your eyes widen. Your hunch earlier was right- he didn’t come. Ezra’s still-hard cock bobs as moves around, flushed a deep red and still smudged with your arousal in places.
Dieter spots it as Ezra begins getting dressed, and his eyes go round. “Whoa, Ez, did you not come? Why didn’t you tell us?”
Ezra’s mouth quirks. Sifting through the scattered clothes on the floor, he extracts a pair of pants and begins turning them rightside-out. He gives an arch shrug. “What can I say, starlet? Your perseverance inspired me. I enjoy a good edging session myself; I thought I might wait until I arrived home to take care of it.” Ezra pulls his jeans on without anything beneath and fastens them snugly over his erection.
Ezra was an old hat at this profession. He didn’t entertain feelings of awkwardness or shame. If he wanted something, he asked for it. 
“In that case, send us pictures,” Dieter says. His eyes wander Ezra’s sturdy, shirtless body with wanton admiration.
“That costs extra.” Ezra sends them a saucy wink. He reaches for his shirt without a hint of discomfort.
“Worth it.” Dieter rolls onto his back with a great sigh. His mostly-softened cock flops over with the movement, dribbling a bit more fluid as it does.
Now dressed, Ezra comes over to say his goodbyes. First he hands Dieter a tissue, nodding toward his dick. Then he gives you both a kiss on the forehead.
“Perhaps this time I might allow the debt to be paid with some of the takeout you’re about to order.”
Thanks for reading! 💕💕💕
You grin. "We'll schedule your delivery for an hour from now."
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The Romanian liquor is real and exactly as delicious as it sounds- it's called 'visinata', which means '[thing] made from cherries'. I highly recommend making a Romanian friend and having them bring you a bottle of their mom's homemade stuff, although I cannot promise that it will lead to sex parties. That was just wishful thinking on my part 😬🤷🏻‍♀️
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CROSSOVER NEXT PART WHEN please
So this next update is the BIG FINALE and as such it is... uh... really long. There's a lot of extra characters in the story (because I am DEAD SET on having an Avengers Endgame moment lol) so that means extra introductions and explanations for a few and etc. etc. etc.
Remember the last really long update I gave? The one that was over 7000 words? I crossed over that mark a while ago, and I'm only ONE THIRD OF THE WAY THROUGH.
yeh,,,
It's a big update, so it's taking a while.
Snek pek! ↓↓↓
"...Very well, then," rhg!Donnie exhaled, finally admitting defeat. "In that case, I'm not sure I know how to tend to 'mystic' injuries."
"I got it," Ghost volunteered, searching in the first aid for anything especially sparkly or glowing. That would be a good sign. After some rummaging, he managed to procure some mystic cream and began to salve the cuts and sores.
rhg!Donnie watched with interest and concern. He studied the label for future reference. He memorized the patterns in which Ghost anointed the child. He took internal photographs of the angles and shapes of Mikey's scars... and prayed that he would never have to see them on his baby brother back home. He had been concerned that this was the same Mikey he'd met earlier... they looked very much alike upon first glance. But after closer inspection, he saw that they had some differences. The scars were obvious. But this one was younger, and much smaller. Not just shorter, but skinnier too. He looked a lot like his brother in that sense. As for the Leon beside him -- the one that kept giving rhg!Donnie dirty side glances -- he looked like his twin brother. Except bald. No sign of the beautiful and soft hair that rhg!Dee used to braid and style for him before he'd left. He was frightfully thin, too. A thick scarf surrounded his neck to help insulate the miniscule amount of warmth his body could provide. rhg!Donnie happened to glance over at him when he didn't expect it, and saw him pocket a few extra medical supplies, subconsciously stuffing them into his pants. There were quite a few things already in his pockets, rhg!Dee realized. This kid was a thief. Not that it bothered him, he and his Leo had been sneaky like that on more than one occasion. District 12 wasn't a very generous place to live.
rhg!Donnie found himself reaching for his hand the next time he went to snatch something. Not so much to stop him as to simply just... hold something that was so similar to his brother. He knew he wouldn't get a chance like this again for a long time. If ever. It might be stupid, but for a moment he wanted to pretend that this was his Leo. It worked for half a moment, he could almost see his brother here in the room with him.
Leon turned to him as he grabbed his hand, wide-eyed in surprise before realizing that he'd been caught.
"Oh... Old habits die hard, I guess," he explained, sheepishly dropping the tube of ointment he'd taken.
"Next time, try it like this," rhg!Donnie whispered, showing him how to take the tube with better efficiency, while simultaneously distracting the victim while you repurposed their possessions. But he got the feeling this teen already knew all the tricks of the trade.
Leon smiled weakly at him.
"Thanks, but... well, there's not really supposed to be a 'next time'," he explained, while looking back at DvD and 'Phael. "I kinda have a family now... and a home."
"Congratulations," rhg!Donnie said, hoping the genuine delight that this Leon had his family all around him came through, despite the monotonous tone in his voice.
"The kleptomania just sorta... flares up when I'm stressed," he mumbled. "When I feel like I'm not safe. I take stuff so I can pretend that I have everything I might need in an emergency." He laughed as he pulled out all the band-aids and alcohol wipes and gauze from his pockets. "I don't even know what I'd do with half of this stuff!"
"It's better to have most of this than not," rhg!Donnie mentioned, taking half of the pile and stuffing them into his own pockets, despite knowing that if he were to be portalled home again the items wouldn't be going with him. "Just in case..."
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GOD theres someone here for the class that reminds me so much of an old friend I'm trying so hard to be normal but shes JUST like them
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Vision doodle to wind down from a busy but overall wonderful day and turn my brain off to painting
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nerd!ellie x cheerleader!reader
summary: ellie caught the attention of the head cheerleader, who’s always successful in her endeavors.
a/n: hi loviesss, im not sure if i like this so lmk how u feel :) i always love this prompt tho its so cutiepatootie. thank u to everyone that voted, i thought i'd give you the fic a little early as a treat for my irregular posting :(, one of my requests is next & then the spence fic :p
cw: men dni, 3.7k words, porn w/ plot, wlw sex, nipple sucking (r!receiving), oral (e!receiving), degradation (vanilla lol) + praise, pet names (baby), vulgarity, profanity, sub!ellie, dom!reader, inexperienced!ellie, readers kinda hot, stereotypical nerd nd cheerleader dynamic, fingering (e!receiving), scissoring, loser!coded ellie tbh, black!reader, if i forgot anything lmk :))
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"five, six, seven, eight" you yelled, counting off your routine for yourself and your team as you ran through it. you and the team were right next to the quad, on the grass, all in something similar to sports bras, leggings, little shorts, etc;
as you danced around in tight clothing, your deep skin glistening with the sweat from the beaming sun, ellie sat at one of the picnic tables with dina and jesse, staring at you a little too hard.
"els...? ellie!" dina snapped in front of ellie's face, confused as to why she's in some sort of trance.
"m'sorry-- sorry, i was distracted" ellie mumbled giving her full attention to dina. that wasn't enough, dina furrowed her thick brows at ellie before turning to look at whatever ellie was staring at and began to laugh. jesse looked in the same direction as dina and also began laughing.
ellie huffed, reaching over the table to shove them, "shut the fuck up, she might think you're laughing at her" ellie mumbled the last part, looking away from her friends in embarrassment.
"awe, does els have a crush on the cheer captain?" dina teased, giggling at ellies flushed face, her glasses sitting on her freckled nose. "y'know she's my lab partner, right? actually.." dina said, thinking about something before turning around, yelling for you.
ellies eyes widened, before whisper-yelling at dina, "what the actual fuck, what fucking fuck--"
"hey deens, whats up?" you smiled bubbly, smiling at jesse and ellie, to be polite, of course. little did ellie know, you've noticed her before.
multiple times.
"i heard you needed help with trig? ellie here is actually really good" dina smiled, plotting in her head.
"wait, really?" your smile widened, you walked over to ellies side of the table and sat down, "can you help me, please" you basically begged, clasping your hands together, as you whined for her help.
dirty, dirty pictures flashed through ellies head but she shook them out, "y-yea sure" ellie scratched her shoulder, avoiding eye contact. you squealed, before looking for a piece of paper, you say ellies sketch book, and without invading her privacy, wrote your number on the corner of the page.
ellie was frozen the entire time, especially when pulled her into a hug and whispering in her ear, "you're the best" before getting back and up and jogging to your team, who're all grabbing a drink of water.
“you’re welcome” jesse said, while slipping an arm over dinas shoulder as she gave him an ‘you didn’t even do anything’ look.
“i hate you both” ellie frowned, her eyes lingering to the beauty of your handwriting, everything about you was beautiful she couldn’t handle it.
“sure you do, els.” dina laughed, leaning into jesse.
maybe studying with you would be better than third wheeling with dina and jesse.
“so, what d’you need help with?” ellie asked awkwardly, as she sat across from you in a cafe. you both had agreed on this place. every tuesday, you and ellie would be here. together.
“well..” you rambled, giving her a long list of the trig topics you were struggling with, even throwing in a few stories of how you tried to study but always ended up with D’s and at best a C minus.
ellie tried to focus, trust me, she really did. but there you sat, her long lived crush, in a pink tube top, with the cutest faded jeans that traced your curves, and ellie was just a girl.
could you blame her?
when you finished your rant, you looked at ellie expectantly, and she didn’t notice, she was too busy staring at your tits. that was before she realized the silence and shook the image out of her mind, before letting you pull out your homework so she could help explain whatever the fuck was going on.
and thats how it was every tuesday. you’d rant about your inability to do math while ellie was distracted with the dips and curves on your body, until she snapped out of it and helped you with math.
in the upcoming days, you noticed how cute ellie actually was, the way her freckled nose scrunched when she saw your wrong answer, her soft smile when you corrected yourself, her signature half up-half down hairstyle with her short auburn hair.
she was fucking adorable.
and a little bit of a loser.
as she got more comfortable, the unfortunate math rants would turn into actual conversations, you telling ellie about your new routines, even showing her them while she admired you subtly, ellie raving about savage starlight, and making you giggle with the way she worded things.
you were friends now.
but thats not exactly what you had in mind when you texted her.
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ellie stood at your doorway, hesitating to press the doorbell. when she finally built up the confidence to press your doorbell, you pulled the door open, the excitement on your face was very obvious.
you squealed, pulling ellie into a hug, she looked down to see you in skimpy little bow print pajamas with your curly hair in two low puffs. she raised an eyebrow at the outfit choice which prompted you to playfully shove her, “i’m in the comfort of my own home” you giggled.
you turned around, dragging ellie with you, upstairs to your room. your house was a moderate size, peaceful and quiet. you led ellie into your room and she looked around awkwardly.
you plopped down on the bed, rolling onto your stomach and patting the place next you to gesture ellie to come over. she slowly sat on the edge of your bed, kicking off her busted converse.
“oh, c’mon ellie lay regularly” you said, referring to how you were positioned. she followed suit, always doing what you said no matter how much she hesitated.
“okay— time for trig, get your textbook out” she said, nudging your shoulder with hers.
“wait” you whined, “we didn’t have our talk first” you complained, tilting your head at her with a bit of a pout.
“what’re you talking about” she chuckled at your little pout, she found you so adorable but at the same time so fucking scary.
“y’know, that little ten minute period where we just talk about whatever” you mumbled, staring at the freckles adorning ellies adorable nose.
“okay then, talk and i’ll listen” she shrugged, getting a little nervous under your gaze. in ellies eyes, you were the most perfect girl in the world, it baffled her that you even considered her a friend. she had a enormous crush on you but she’d never admit it.
“okay…” you turned to lay on your back, smacking ellies forearm so she’d do the same, “d’you like my pajamas?” you asked, turning your head to face her.
you were inches away, ellie stuttered for a bit, causing you to giggle before gaining her composure, “y-yea. they’re cute” she mumbled.
“really? y’think so? wore em’ just for you” you confessed, smiling softly at her.
“really?” she mumbled, her yearning eyes looking up at you like you placed the stars in the sky.
“mhm, i knew you’d like it” your smile widened as you propped yourself up on your forearm, now a little above ellie. she moved to do the same but you pushed her back, making her eyes widen a bit.
“you’re s’pretty, els” you mumbled, tucking her auburn hair behind her now tinted-red ears.
“t-thanks” she responded after stuttering a bit, looking up at you with nervous eyes. “w-where are your parents?” she asked, her eyes darting around the room frantically, trying to avoid your eyes.
“they’re not here” you replied, almost immediately as your thumb traced ellies jaw, ellie eyebrows furrowed a bit, readjusting herself a bit, trying to distract herself from the situation at hand.
“what’re you doing?” ellie stuttered, as the pad of your thumb dragged down her lip. her pale cheeks were now tinted red as she avoided eye contact.
“nothing. d’you want me to do something?” you mumbled, looking down at her with low eyes, watching her eyes dart around the room, trying to disassociate.
silence filled the room, as ellie hesitated before she nodded softly, not a word coming out of her mouth as she avoided eye contact. you resisted the urge to smile as you softly grabbed her chin.
“i need words els, you’re smarter than that” you teased, forcing her to look at you, her eyes fluttered up to you into yours as she muttered a pathetic, “please?”
“good girl” you said with a giggle, leaning down to give her a soft kiss, her chapped lips intertwined with your plump ones, as your hand cupped her jaw. ellie’s mind was all over the place, here she was, kissing the head cheerleader and she was malfunctioning.
it took a few seconds for her to kiss back, after the intial phase of shock, she practically chased your lips, pulling you down a bit more to be closer to her. her hand traveled to your hip, slightly going under your skimpy pajamas shorts.
you chuckled against her lips, “greedy, huh?” with a smug smile gracing your lips. you threw your leg on the other side of her, now straddling the flustered girl before beginning to kiss her jaw, leaving her panting.
“h-haven’t really.. done anything like this before” she laughed nervously, not wanting to disappoint you. she could feel you giggle against her neck, “i know, els. i’ll teach you, don’t worry” you mumbled against her skin, reveling in power dynamic you two shared. ellies glasses were a bit fogged up and it was a sight to see, your nerdy little tutor under you, needy for your touch.
ellie was laid on her back on the bed with you on top of her, your torsos pressed against eachother as your lips moved in sync, a harmony ellie so desperately wanted to listen to forever. unfortunately, you pulled away, causing ellie to let out a pitiful whimper.
“s’okay baby, be patient” you smiled down at her as you sat up a bit to remove your pajama shirt, showing ellie your pretty baby pink bra. it wasn’t anything fancy, but ellie didn’t care, she didn’t care about anything when she could see your tits.
ellie was so adorable when she got shy, the cutest pink flush steadily spreading across her cheeks as her pupils dilated at the sight of them.
ellie was too shy to react outwardly, or say anything, if you didn’t tell her too, she probably wouldn’t even touch them, so you knew you had to take control.
ellie was just wearing a t-shirt and some jeans, which was easy for you to remove. you motioned for her to sit up, as you sat back on her thighs. she propped herself up on her palms still staring at your tits, fighting back the dirtiest thoughts.
“y’wearing too much clothes, baby” you mumbled, aiding her in taking her band t-shirt off, revealing her sports bra and her toned muscles and abdomen. you cursed under your breath, you knew she had muscles, you had even seen them before but tracing them under your fingers was a different feeling.
when ellie saw your eyes darken at the sight of her, she got a little self conscious, not stopping to say, “what’s wrong?” her eyes frantically searching yours for any displays of disgust but all she could see was lust.
“you’re so fuckin’ perfect, i can’t even—“ you were at a loss for words as you just stared at her. you were moments away from losing all self respect and just slobbering all over her toned abdomen, but you restrained yourself.
you could see ellie was still looking at your tits, if the world was ending she wouldn’t even know. “y’wanna touch em, cutie?” you asked with a smug smile, knowing she couldn’t resist.
she looked up at you with those puppy dog eyes, nodding eagerly, as you took one of her hands and slowly dragged it down your cleavage, letting it rest on one of your tits.
“go ahead, have fun” you said, letting her do what she had always fantasized about. you were aware that ellie was infatuated with your chest, but you weren’t aware that she had made multiple scenarios in her head with your tits in her mouth while she was supposed to be teaching you simple trigonometry formulas.
she dipped her head, placing messy open mouth kisses against your chest, her hands cupping at your tits, feeling the weight between her fingertips and she couldn’t help but moan, the poor girl was touch deprived and you were letting her squeeze and grope at your boobs, she was in heaven.
you slowly unclipped your bra, slipping down the straps and revealing your perky nipples to ellie, who could only whimper in response. she couldn’t handle it anymore, she had tried to be respectful and wait for instructions but she couldn’t. her lips latched around your nipple quickly and it solicited a sweet sounding moan from your lips.
you looked down at the girl and she was looking up at you already, reveling in your pleasure, as her tongue swirled around your nipple while her she rolled your other nipple in between her fingers.
you laughed in between moans, your eyebrows raised in surprise at how fast she caught on, “you— you’re doing s’good, fuck” you moaned out, still in shock.
“yea, i dream ‘bout this a lot” she mumbled around your tit, pulling away with a lust-filled smile, drenched your panties almost immediately. she moved on to the next tit, and she could’ve done it for hours if you hadn’t started rocking your hips against hers.
at this point her boxers were soaked, as her hips slightly bucked up to meet yours. she unlatched from your chest to pull you into a desperate kiss, it was messy and wet and you loved everything about it.
you could see her pressing her thighs together, unknowingly chasing friction and you wanted to be the one to give it to her. you gave her a few pecks before climbing off of her and between her legs, unbuttoning and unzipping her dark-washed jeans.
“w-wait, what’re you doing?” she asked, a little scared. ellie had no idea what to expect, all she ever experienced was her own fingers pumping in and out of her as she imagined they were yours.
“m’gonna make my girl cum, s’that okay?” you teased, as you patted her thigh as a message for her to lift her hips so you could slide her jeans off her.
when i tell you this girl is fit, fucking hell you almost died right there. you looked down to see a wet patch on her boxers where her crotch was and you giggled, leaning down to press a kiss against it making ellie shiver.
“fuck— please?” she begged, not even letting you take her boxers off first.
“okay, okay, such a needy girl, huh?” you teased kissing the inside of her thigh before hooking your fingers in the waistband of her boxers, pulling the down to reveal her adorable pink pussy.
“s’wet, all for me els?” you mumbled, looking up at her through low eyes as you situated yourself on your stomach, licking a kitten lick up her folds.
“shit— g’nna fucking kill me” ellie whined, automatically bucking her hips to try and get closer to your mouth. you held down her hips before taking her clit between your lips sucking on it hard, causing her to convulse, whimpers leaving her mouth like her life depended on it.
“god, i can’t do it” she shook her head, crying pathetically, grinding her hips against your face as you indulged in her, playing with her folds with your tongue while the tip of your finger rubbed her hole, sinking into it a bit, just to watch it suck your finger in desperately.
“y’can take it pretty girl, i know you can” you mumbled against her pussy, as her hands dragged against your comforter, looking for something to ground her.
the pathetic whines slipping from her lips make you slip your other hands into your own panties, rubbing at your clit, getting off on ellies pleading and whining.
“f-fuck, s’too much, can’t do it—“ ellie whined, her wide eyes watching as you dipped two fingers into her, her walls clenching around your fingers so deliciously.
“can’t even describe how perfect you are” you mumbled against her clit, the vibration making her shiver, your voice cracking a bit as you were also chasing your own orgasm, “pretty pussy just desperate for me huh? fucking swallowing me” you mumbled causing ellie to let out a guttural moan, her breath trembling.
you were having too much fun, the way her folds glistened from her wetness, her hole enlarging to take your fingers every time you pumped them in and out of you was ungodly and absolutely unreal.
“mother— fucker, shit!” she sobbed, cursing like a truck driver as her thighs shook, you could tell she was on the brink of her orgasm, you could see her stomach tensing. she looked down to see you just staring at how well her pussy took your fingers, with a pussy drunk smile. this was better than anything she had ever fantasized.
“g’nna cum, fuck— can’t— take it, shit!” she squeaked, her eyed fluttering in the back of her head as she rode out her high. ellie was a hardcore creamer, her cum staining your fingers as you played with it, watching it gush out of her tight little hole.
you licked it all up, swallowing every last bit, while trembling a bit from cumming yourself. you climbed back on top of her immediately catching her lips in a slow kiss, letting her taste herself, “fuck— you’re so—i didn’t expect that” ellie panted out.
“you’re rambling, els” you mumbled against her lips giggling.
“how’re you so good at that? how often do you do that” her eyebrows furrowed, a little fire of jealousy lit inside of her before you shut it down.
“not often, had a few girlfriends, picked up some skills, and now i can use them on you” you muttered, nipping at her lips, as her hands rested on your hips.
“only me?” she let slip, you could see in her eyes she regretted it as soon as she said it. you were head cheerleader, surrounded by attractive girls everyday who probably were more experienced than ellie, girls who could keep up with you. she knew you wouldn’t agree to that.
“only you” but she was wrong. you had been pining after the nerdy girl for a while, and you weren’t about to let her go now.
her glasses were now completely fogged up, even little water droplets on them from the body heat exchanged from you two.
“wanna help you, wanna get you off” ellie mumbled against your lips, squeezing your hips a bit harshly, causing you to lowly moan.
“yeah? wanna help me get off?” you said with a smile, bumping noses with ellie while she nodded, giggling a bit aswell
“mhm, please lemme’ make you feel good” she begged, between sensual kisses, her hand trying to slip underneath your pajamas shorts.
you tutted at her, causing her to furrow her brows in confusion, you climbed off of her to throw off your shorts and panties before placing a hand on ellies thigh, throwing one leg over hers so your heat was just above hers.
before you could do anything, ellie forcefully pulled you down to let your pussy meet hers. you moaned at the feeling of her warm wet folds rubbing against yours.
“fuck— just like that” you whined, placing your hand on ellies lower stomach for more control. ellies hand on your hip guided your grinds as her hips moved to meet yours. sinful sweet moans filled the room you slowly threw your head back at the pleasure you felt.
as you grinded against her the sound of your wet folds sliding against hers bounced off the walls along with your moans and whimpers and occasionally the muttering of profanities.
ellies grip on your waist became harder as she began to take control, and a involuntary whisper left your lips, your eyes fluttered closed as she pushed your pussy down against hers
“yea— y’like that? huh?” she said as she began to become even more confident, looking up at you with low eyes, her lips slightly ajar and rosy from all the kissing.
“shit— feels s’good els” you nodded, encouraging her to continue.
“god, you’re such a fuckin’ slut” she groaned, shocking you and possibly making you even more wet as you whined in response, urging her to go on.
“look at you, fuckin’ desperate to cum, had to lie to me— fuck— and say we were g’nna study?” she said through her teeth as she leaned her head back, the overstimulation beginning to make her shake.
“f-fuck, els m’gonna cum!” you cried, your hand pressing down on her lower abdomen as your grinds became messier.
“opened the door in that skimpy little outfit, like a goddamn whore, huh? y’were just begging to get fucked” she gritted, watching you fall apart on top of her, high pitched whines leaving your lips as you were at the brink of your orgasm.
“fuckin’ cum, so i can see how much a slut you really are” ellie was surprisingly good at degrading you, her words were what sent you over the edge, you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, you collapsed onto her, your sweaty bodies against eachother as you came, sobbing into her neck, shaking from how hard your orgasm had hit.
you laid against eachother, panting as you reveled in each others presence. ellie was just mumbling small sorries, a little worried that what she said had hurt your feelings, “s-shut up, williams” you chuckled tiredly, reassuring her that what she said did the exact opposite of hurt your feelings.
“was i good?” she asked quietly, still a little anxious about her performance. you laughed, pressing a kiss against her lips, “amazing, baby, y’did amazing” you whispered, loving how she smiled contently with your reply.
“we gotta clean up, els” you said, trying to prop yourself up but getting pulled back down by ellie.
“lets just stay here for a sec?” she said as more of a question than a statement.
you simply just nodded, enjoying her scent, her features, her.
god, you fucking loved your nerd.
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hypnos333 · 2 months
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My Heavens
Lucifer Morningstar x Ex Wife Reader Gabriel x Wife Reader
Pt 1- left her behind
Synopsis: You moved on and had a kid with another archangel
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You gave birth throughout those centuries to twins, Caelum and Kailani. A boy and girl both have your color hair and eyes but your husband personally a shyness. Also both archangels.
You happily watch them grow with you husband as you both teaches them how to guide people into hopefulness and into following God.
Now they’re one hundred and ninety five years old in age and you are proud of them even though there still kinda of teenagers. You and gabriel were still proud but now with the extermination coming up you had to put your family first no matter the cost.
During the meeting with Charlie Morningstar that’s when you started feeling under the weather making you children go with their father instead of you going sick.
Charlie went up to your daughter mistaking it as you, “Woah Dad was right you are beautiful but you looks so young, Oh Right i’m Charlie you must be ___. My dad has been talking about you nonstop” Charlie rambled making Kailani raise her eyebrows.
“Sorry to burst your bubble but ___ is actually my mother” Kailani stated, “Both of our mother” Caelum add making Charlie look at the twins in shock.
“W-What?” Charlie asks as Vaggie approaches her.
“Yep sweetheart, we’re twins, Shocked? You are the only one that is” Caelum said rolling his eyes the princess stupidness. Kailani slapped her brother on the back of his head before laughing it off.
“Haha ignore my brother, it’s just your the only one who doesn’t noticed our similarities” Kailani said more kindly.
Vaggie pulls a still shock Charlie back to there seats but before they even made it Gabriel landed in front of them. “A-Ah Charlie, Vaggie I see you have met my children, my apologies about them they’re about bit of a hand full like they’re mother” He joked making Charlie gape at him.
“You and ___ had kids???” She questions him trying to get answers for her dad.
“Well of course married and have a new child on the way” Gabriel chuckled making Charlie feel bad about her dad not having this future with his first love.
“Ah I see well congratulations” She faked a smile as she congratulated him and his family.
“Thank you Miss. Morningstar and I hope you have the future you want” Gabriel said before flying away to his children.
After the meeting, Lucifer waited impatiently to hear the news from Charlie.
“What did ya hear Charlie? Did she accept me back to her life?” He asked his daughter hopefully making her looked down before grabbing his hand and slowly putting her wedding ring back into his hand. His smile drop looking at his daughter in fear.
“I’m so sorry dad but she’s married to another archangel named Gabriel and had twins the same age as me with another one on the way” Charlie explained to him.
Lucifer tried to hold into his tears but couldn’t as he sobs falling down to the floor. Charlie hold her dad as he sobs in her shoulder. “I-It’s all my f-fault” He cries out making Charlie console him.
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lukesaprince · 8 months
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Keep Watching H.S
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Summary: After having a baby, your body isn't what it used to be. Your husband notices that something is wrong and decides that if his words won't help you see what he sees, his actions will. Think softdomrry and very loving husband <3
Warning: Body image issues, specifically mentioning stretch marks, weight gain and loose skin/body fat. Negative self talk. Also smut!! takes place in front of a mirror, fingering, dirty talk, penetration, lots and lots of praise, mild lactation kink and breeding kink (if you squint).
Word count: 8k+
Author’s note: This is based off this request so thank you to whoever sent it!! He's very nice and sweet in this one and it felt really healing writing this as someone who is self-conscious about similar issues so I hope some of you might feel the same reading it? Enjoyyy
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Having a baby was single-handedly the most beautiful and tiring experience of your life. 
You had a good understanding of what it would be like before you gave birth. You did research on the milestones and asked for advice from your mum and any other woman you knew who had kids. 
They told you you’d never get sleep again and that your life would suddenly turn upside down, but that it was all worth it because of the bundle of joy you brought into the world. And they were right. It was worth it, oh god was it worth it. 
Your little girl, Rosie, was the light of your life. Big green eyes and a wide smile with little dimples that matched Harry. She had this cute giggle and an adorable snore that made you crack up every time you heard it. The first time she did it, you laughed so loud it woke her up and she cried in fright. 
Harry, unfortunately, missed her first proper snore and pouted like a grown baby, complaining that he missed her first ‘first’ because of work. He had a fear of missing any of her milestones because of touring and timed his break for when you were due to give birth. Still, he had meetings here and there to plan for the next coming years. 
The first time Harry heard Rosie snore, he had the same reaction as you and woke her up due to his outburst of a giggle. You were around when it happened and eagerly waited for her to do it so he could hear. She cried in fright just like with you, but settled quickly when she saw the face of her dad. 
She’s a daddy’s girl through and through. 
Everyone also told you that your body would change a lot after giving birth. That was something you knew even before every woman you asked for advice told you about their experience with their postpartum body, but you didn’t really realise how self-conscious you’d be. 
You hoped you’d be one of those women who was proud of her new stretch marks and loose skin around her belly, of the extra weight on her love handles and thighs. But you weren’t. 
You were proud that you made it through childbirth, and that your body was the home of your daughter for 9 months. But when you looked in the mirror you didn’t feel proud. You felt… ugly.
It was something you tried to fix… mentally that is. You tried to spend extra time looking in the mirror after you showered or when you did your moisturiser. You even read somewhere that looking at your naked body for a couple minutes a day helped in improving self-love or whatever. 
So you tried that. But it only made you see the loose skin more and spot new stretch marks that you were convinced weren’t there before. 
After that you kinda just stopped looking at yourself. When you got out of the shower you’d get dressed immediately and avoid looking in the mirror. When you left the house you made sure to wear something a bit baggy, which usually ended up being leggings and an oversized t-shirt or jumper. 
You let yourself go a little, you knew that. 
Despite that though, Harry never stopped complimenting you. He told you every day how much he loved you and how beautiful he thought you were. Even in your ratty baby-puke-covered t-shirt and your hair in the greasiest bun ever, he still said you were the most gorgeous girl alive. 
He’d slap your ass when you walked by and hug you extra tight and he could never stop his hands from wandering when you were in bed or on the couch. When you kissed he always found himself tracing over the curves of your body, caressing and enjoying the weight you still haven’t lost from your daughter. 
At first, you thought he was just lying because he noticed how down you were and wanted to make you feel better. When you felt so ugly it was hard to believe that he was still attracted to you. You never mentioned your doubts to him, because you knew he’d deny it and try and convince you otherwise and you didn’t want that. 
But then he got hard just looking at you and you realised he actually was still attracted to you. There wasn’t a morning he didn’t wake up without morning wood, and the way he looked at you was with hunger you had never seen before. 
Harry had seen you at your fittest and heaviest and all in between, yet the desire he held in his eyes towards you after you gave birth was more intense than at the weight you felt most confident. He seemed to be horny all the time, and you were too. 
He seemed to slide into fatherhood with grace and sexiness. He was growing out his moustache and hair, always keeping it up and out of his face so it wasn’t in the way. Harry was ageing like fine wine, and you were reminded of that when he returned from his daily early morning walk and woke you up with breakfast and Rosie propped on his hip. 
He’d always be sweaty and shirtless, his tank top tucked into the waistband of his shorts. God, he just looked so delicious and ugh. There was something about a shirtless man being domestic that made you want to scream. You just wanted to lick his chest clean and have him bend you over the bench. 
But you found it hard to have sex when you felt so insecure. He was always patient and never pushed. Even when you weren’t ready and offered to help him out he declined because he didn’t want you to feel pressured. 
It wasn’t that you didn’t want to have sex. Because you did. As soon as you got the all-clear from your doctor and didn’t feel any pain in your vagina, you were as horny as ever. But mentally, you weren’t totally there. 
Eventually, you were ready for it and Harry was as happy as anything. You had been so reluctant to even be naked around him any more that he missed the sight of your skin and had dreamt night after night about feeling your body pressed to his. 
Even when you got out of the shower, you were quick to get dressed. Before giving birth, even when you were about to pop, you were happy for him to look at you and touch you… taste you. But things changed after having your daughter and he hated how drawn in and self-conscious you became. 
All Harry ever wanted was for you to be happy and healthy. To him, he’d always think you were the most attractive woman on the planet. That was at any weight or any haircut or with or without stretch marks. It didn’t matter because he would always love you, and always want to touch and eat you like some fine dessert. 
He tried to bring it up, but you didn’t really want to talk about it so he didn’t push. When you said you were ready to finally have sex again, he was as eager as anything. It was like he was a virgin all over again. 
Harry couldn’t lie, it was hard not having sex. It was nearly three months before your first time together after giving birth, and those three months were hell for him. You two had a very active sex life and practically had a marathon of a fuck in the days leading up to giving birth because you were late and you wanted to get the baby out faster. 
So going from three or more times a week for years, to nothing for three months was hard. But you just gifted him with his beautiful daughter and he wouldn’t have traded that for anything else on this planet. 
There was just one problem though. You didn’t want to do it with the lights on. 
Finding time to even have sex in the first place was hard because Rosie was a bit of a fussy baby. Some nights she slept all the way through aside from feeding and others she was up every 20 minutes. If she was finally in a pattern of getting sleep she’d get sick or something else would happen that ruined it. 
So the moments you did get time, you needed to take advantage of it. It was usually late at night, but before having Rosie you’d at least put a lamp on so you could see each other. Now, you asked to keep it off so he wouldn’t see you. 
He didn’t say anything the first or second time, even the third time because that particular time you quite literally had five minutes so it was a very quick rushed fuck. But then his mum dropped by and wanted to take Rosie out for the afternoon and he thought it was the perfect opportunity to have some proper alone time. 
“Hey baby” Harry murmured, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He hugged you tight, pressing his chest to your back and dipping his face to your neck where he left a chaste kiss. 
“Hi,” you sighed, giggling a little as you tipped your head back to rest on his shoulder. You were busy cleaning up a few dishes and continued the washing even as Harry was pressed against you. 
“Now that Rosie’s out of the house for a bit… do you wanna?…” he trailed off, lips ghosting along your neck as he dipped his hands up the front of your t-shirt to the waistband of your leggings. “Missed you lots, wanna love on you”
The feeling of his mouth against your neck was riling you up in all sorts of ways. Harry made you feel indescribable things. You were so head over heels in love with him it was crazy and he never failed to make you feel all squirmy and gooey inside. 
Even five years of marriage and a child didn’t change the way you felt about him. 
But that gooey feeling only lasted a minute before the thought of him seeing you naked in the daylight for so long overtook it and filled you with dread. 
“Oh… um” you dried your hands, “I kinda wanted to have a nap while she’s out if that’s okay? I didn’t sleep very well last night”
He knew that was a lie because this morning at breakfast you expressed how energised you felt after sleeping last night. It was Harry’s night to wake up for Rosie so he was on feeding duty giving her bottles that you pre-pumped. 
You usually breastfed her but some nights you just couldn’t do it and needed a sleep catch-up. You’d pump before sleeping then manage okay until the morning since Harry was always happy for the time he got with his daughter. 
“Okay… yeah, of course. You deserve sleep” he removed his arms from you and stepped back. He didn’t seem upset and there was no hint of dejection in his tone. There never was. He was always supportive and caring, never anything less. 
“Thank you, H.” You smiled, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck to thread your fingers in his hair. He smiled back, but you could see a bit of sadness in his eyes. “Are you okay?” 
“Of course” he responded, grabbing onto your hips. “I’ll finish those off for you. Go to bed” he kissed you gently, patting your hips while referring to the couple of dishes still in the sink. Your brows furrowed, not completely believing him but agreeing with him nonetheless. 
“Okay… I love you” you kissed him again. He smiled into your mouth and deepened the kiss, unable to resist because of the way his whole body reacted when you told him you loved him. It never failed to make him feel good. 
“God I love you” he groaned into your mouth, drawing you closer. His hands travelled further backwards until he had a solid grip on your ass. It was riling you up again, or rather riling you up further since that beat between your legs hadn’t stopped the entire time. 
“Don’t” you giggled, pulling back and pressing your finger to his mouth as you started to step away. “Nap” you reminded him. 
He rolled his eyes playfully before spanking your ass once and grabbing your hand. Your arms stretched while you kept walking towards your bedroom. “Okay, go before I eat you.” 
You laughed and finally pulled free, walking away out of his view to your room. As soon as you parted though, you felt guilty. You felt like you were ruining your marriage and love life somehow, self-sabotaging it because of your stupid insecurities. 
Needing a nap was a lie too. When you took yourself to bed, you just laid there wide awake and regretted declining your husband's advances. There was nothing more that you wanted than feeling his body on yours, feeling him deep inside you while love poured out in every moan and whisper and ‘good girl’. 
Having more time with him than something rushed seemed amazing too. And with the blackout blinds already closed… you didn’t feel as panicked about your appearance since it was so dark. 
So you walked back downstairs and found Harry still in the kitchen, this time chopping some veggies. 
“You alright baby? Need a tea or something?” he asked, sensing your presence before you even said anything. He was still focused on cooking, chopping up carrots so quickly the veins in his hand seemed to be working overtime in turning you on. 
“Yeah actually… you.” His head snapped to you so fast you thought it might break. 
“Me?” A little smirk grew on his lips and he was quick to put the knife down and turn to the sink to wash his hands. 
“Yeah… changed my mind about you know” 
There was another thing that hadn’t changed, despite being together for years. The way Harry’s stare never failed to make you nervous. You could barely say that you wanted him to fuck you when he looked at you with those deep green eyes and that stupid smirk on his lips. 
His ‘I own you’ stare that you were on the receiving end of a hundred times. 
“Oh yeah?” He smirked. Then barely a beat later he was tearing his shirt off and running after you. 
“Harry!” You laughed, turning around and running back upstairs as he chased you. He caught you right as you got to the door of your bedroom and grabbed your wrist, spinning you around to grab your face and kiss you. 
You laughed into his mouth and kissed him back, grabbing his waist while he grabbed your hips instead and walked you backwards towards your bed. “I can’t believe you just chased me like a child” 
“I’m excited, what can I say?” He grinned, dipping his head to kiss down your neck. 
You laughed through a gasp, unable to help yourself from running your hands over his chest and down to his abs. He groaned against your skin when your nails scraped him then kissed back up to your mouth. 
“I love when you do that” he kissed you deeply, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth and pulling at it a little as he grabbed onto the bottom of your t-shirt. “Now let’s get this off.” 
Your lip released with a little pop and it had you whimpering in the air. With a lift of your arms, he had your t-shirt off and on the ground. The moment it was off, his lips were on yours again and his hands were on your bare breasts.
You loved when he played with your breasts. They ache constantly, especially after breastfeeding. Your nipples were always sore and chafed and your breasts just felt so full all the time. Even after pumping, it was this never-ending ache and heaviness. 
But Harry… his touch always made it better. He’d knead them in bed and even just over your shirt when you asked. Nothing compared though, to his hands on your bare skin when you two were intimate. 
“Harry…” you sighed, tilting your head back and grabbing onto his forearms. 
“I love these… I love you” he groaned, running his thumbs over your pebbled nipples. The action had your back arching into his touch, whimpering and cupping his face again to bring his lips back to yours. 
The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed and he guided you down. “Scootch up, darling…” 
You started following his instructions and scootched up towards the pillows, even going as far as tucking your thumbs in the top of your leggings and beginning to tug them down. But then he started speaking. 
“God it’s so dark in here. Can barely see you” it was more of a mutter to himself than talking to you before he started walking to the window. Your looked at him in a bit of a panic and you had the sudden urge to cover yourself with your arms. 
“No!” You blurted, a bit too loudly. His head snapped to you, hands still on the blinds and his eyes widened a tad, immediately concerned. “I mean… can we, can we keep them shut. Please” 
“Baby…” he sighed, letting go of them so the room was still dark before walking back over to you. He knelt on the bed and you immediately brought your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them. He shuffled towards you until he was right beside you, his hand on yours to intertwine your fingers. “What’s going on, lovey? You’ve been so… different recently. I’m worried” 
“I’m not… I just. I look so different after giving birth and I… I don’t know. It’s stupid” You looked down at your feet, but Harry was quick to gently grab your chin and turn your face to look at him. 
“Of course, you look different after birth, y/n. You had a three-kilo human inside of you that you grew for nine months” his tone was gentle and caring, and his eyes full of love. 
“I know that Harry. I popped that same three-kilo human out of my vagina, trust me I know” you responded, a little too bitterly. 
“Heyy, don’t do that. I’m just trying to help” he seemed a little hurt at your attitude, and you immediately felt bad. 
“Sorry, sorry I know. I didn’t mean to snap” you apologised, mumbling a little while you squeezed his hand. 
“It’s okay, just… talk to me. Explain how you’re feeling so I can help you.” The room was nearly pitch black, but you could still make out his soft puppy dog eyes and the furrow of concern between his eyes. 
“I just feel so… so ugly, H.” You looked away, shrugging out of his grip and resting your chin on your knee. “Like, I’m so proud of Rosie and being her walking, talking house. But she’s ruined my body.”
“She hasn’t ruined your body, y/n. God… you’re beautiful” he interrupted, hurt that you’d even think like that about yourself. 
“But I feel like she has! I’ve got so many stretch marks and loose skin and I can’t seem to drop this damn weight. I don’t even know why you want to look at me. It’s better with the lights off” you hugged your knees closer to your chest and avoided looking at him at all costs. 
“God y/n. That’s so fucking far from the truth it’s crazy. I love you and I want to look at you. I always want to look at you and I always want to touch you. How could you doubt my attraction to you? I’ve been fucking obsessed with you since we met.” He tried to comfort you, to make you believe that he still loved you. 
You believed that he was still attracted to you, you did. But you didn’t believe it enough to love yourself and see what he saw. 
Harry swallowed the lump in his throat then kept talking. “How long have you been feeling like this?” He ran a hand through his hair, his heart hurting at how you refused his eye. He was so goddamn in love with you, with all of you and yet you had been feeling so much self-loathing for so long. It was killing him. 
“Since I gave birth” you admitted, finally looking at him. 
“I… I don’t even know what to say” he cradled your hand in both of his and brought it to his chest like he was hugging it. “Will anything I say change how you feel about yourself?” 
You shrugged, looking away again. You felt awful. This was meant to be a nice afternoon between you and now you ruined it with your insecurities.
There was a bit of silence. Harry just pressed kisses to your knuckles before he finally spoke up again, figuring out how he might be able to make you see what he saw. He didn't expect it to magically get rid of all your insecurities, but he hoped it would help at least a little bit.
“Can I show you? Will you let me try and show you why I love you?” His question was soft and earnest, care in his gaze. 
“How?” You whispered, looking at him. He opened your hand and turned it over so he could press a kiss to your palm. 
“Do you trust me?” His eyes searched your own, emitting warmth and love. It was exactly the look you needed in that moment. 
“Of course I do” you answered immediately, knowing that you trusted him with your entire heart, soul and mind. 
“Then let me take care of it. Let me take care of you” he cradled your face and kissed you gently. He waited for you to reply with a small ‘okay’ before he pulled away and got off the bed. He entered the walk-in-robe and you just watched as he dragged out your full-length mirror and propped it up against the wall in front of your bed. 
“Harry, what are you doing?” You were getting nervous watching him. The moment that mirror was in place and you could see your silhouette sitting in the middle of your king size bed, you felt anxiety rise in your chest and heat your body. 
“Trust me, baby. I’m gonna try my hardest to make you feel better” he smiled at you, which was barely visible in the darkness of the room. That was until he ripped the blackout blinds open and illuminated the bedroom. 
You hugged your knees harder to your chest, suddenly exposed to Harry and yourself in the mirror in front of you. That heat of anxiety filled your chest, but there was another sort of heat accompanying it. 
You knew where this was going, and it was both nerve-wracking and arousing. 
He sat down on the floor in front of the bed with his back against the end and legs wide on the floor in front of him. Then he made eye contact with you through the mirror and patted the spot between his legs. 
“Come here, y/n” 
You were frozen for a moment before you slowly got up from the bed and made your way to him. You kept your arms crossed over your chest, covering your breasts while avoiding making eye contact with yourself in the mirror. 
“Good girl, baby” he said softly, smiling up at you as he rubbed up and down the back of your leg. His praise sent a little shiver up your spine and warmth to the pit of your stomach. “How do you feel about taking these off, hmm?” He plucked at your leggings at the back of your leg, letting them snap against you skin gently. 
“I don’t know” you were being honest, because this was a lot for you. 
“It’s okay. Just come sit here then, okay? We’ll take it one step at a time” he patted the spot again and grabbed your hand, giving you some balance to sit down between his legs with your back against his chest. You avoided eye contact in the mirror, keeping your arms tight against your chest and your knees bent and pressed together. 
He wrapped an arm around your waist and grabbed onto your jaw gently with the other hand, turning it to the side so he could clasp his lips with yours. It was a gentle kiss at first, one that steadily grew into something deeper and more passionate. 
You found yourself relaxing in his touch. Your arms were dropping down into your lap instead of covering your chest. You brought a hand up to cup his jaw, running your thumb over his cheek and melting at how good it felt. Kissing Harry seemed to wash away all your worries and you were no longer sitting in front of a mirror or anxious about some rolls on your stomach. 
It was just you and Harry. Nothing else mattered except you and his hand trailing up to your breast, grabbing it firmly and kneading it in his hand. You whimpered in his mouth and arched into his touch, gasping when he pinched your nipple and pulled it. 
“Harry” you squirmed a little in his arms, clenching your thighs together at the nipple stimulation. 
“Feel good?” He mused, grabbing your other breast as well and stimulating both nipples at the same time. He kneaded your breasts and tugged at your nipples, pinching and pulling and ugh your brain was turning to mush. “Look in the mirror.”
“What?” You asked, looking at him over your shoulder. You knew that this was where things were going, why else would there be a mirror set up right in front of you? But it still knocked you out of your pleasure daze. 
“Look in the mirror and see how fucking gorgeous you are” he turned your head to face forward, keeping a firm grip on your chin so you wouldn’t turn away. Your eyes met his in the mirror, but you refused to look anywhere else. Especially not yourself. 
“No.” He shook your chin. “Look at yourself. Now” he was firm, but his tone still gentle. 
“Harry” you whined in protest, refusing to look lower than those gorgeous veins on his hand. 
“Now, y/n. You can do it. Be good for me, yeah?” He coaxed, kissing your neck and immediately heading for your sweet spot. A sigh of pleasure left your mouth, his left hand still kneading your breast while he nipped at your neck. “Be good for me and I’ll be good for you, baby. Don’t you want to feel good?” 
“Y-yeah” you stuttered, eyes fluttering closed. Your clit was getting achier and achier and your underwear more soaked with arousal as time went on. 
“Then look” 
You finally let your eyes trail lower and you could feel his pleased smile grow against your neck. “Good girl. See how pretty your neck is…” his hand at your chin slid lower to your neck, where he loosely wrapped it around. “…and how pretty it looks with my hand wrapped around it? God I just love the cute little sighs you make when I choke you, when I make that gorgeous mind of yours all hazy and dizzy. Don’t you?” He applied gentle pressure to the sides and that familiar hazy feeling clouded your mind.
“Mhmm” you agreed, placing your hand over his and biting your lip. You missed this, but you especially missed the way he looked at you. His eyes were dark and full of lust and you could already feel his cock beginning to harden against your lower back. 
That hazy feeling disappeared as quickly as it existed because his hand was already moving lower. “And your gorgeous tits. Gotten so much fuller now that you're breastfeeding.” He groaned in your ear and your back arched again as both breasts were being stimulated at once. “Can’t help but feel a little jealous sometimes that Rosie gets to be on them all the time”
“Harry! Don’t say that” you scolded, hitting his arm and making him laugh. He was right though, your breasts did get a lot bigger now that you were breastfeeding. 
You never really liked that before, but now that you were properly looking at yourself in the mirror for the first time in a long time, you actually loved how they spilled over Harry’s hands. Before, he had a nice handful and now it was like the extra tissue was spilling through his fingers. 
There was something just so sexy about it. You didn’t know how you hadn’t seen it before. Maybe because you never allowed yourself to actually find things you appreciate about your new body. 
“It’s true” he nipped at your neck, just loving how your skin felt between his teeth. Was that a weird thing to love? Maybe. But he couldn’t find it in himself to care when he was finally able to appreciate your body and take his time with it. “They’re just so fucking full and pretty, and your nipples are just so hard and fucking begging for my mouth.” He tugged at your nipples extra hard just for good measure. 
You whined out loud and a smile curled at his lips. “And that. The noises you make. I fucking love those noises, baby… Always gets me so hard when I know I’m making you feel good” 
Then his hands started moving lower until they slipped below the waistband of your leggings, just his fingers at first before his palms were flat against your stomach and fully tucked in your pants. “And this… this was the home of our daughter for nine months. Nine months you grew our daughter in here and made her strong and healthy, just like her mum. Without you, there’d be no little Rosie” 
“I think it takes two people to make a baby, Harry” you blushed, hating the attention he was showing to your stomach. 
“It does, but only one of us grew her inside them.” He kissed your cheek lovingly, smiling at you through the mirror. “That was you, baby, and I’ll forever love you infinitely more because of it” his right hand slid lower and lower to your mound, right over your underwear then lower. He could feel your slick arousal through the thin material but wasn’t able to get much further due to your legs pressed together. “Can we take these off now?” 
You nodded, feeling achy and unbearably wet at all the foreplay you two had been doing. “These too?” He plucked at your underwear. The little space created by his hand allowed the band to snap a little against your skin, giving you a little taste of what it was like for him to spank you there.
You had missed that type of sex. The loud, rough, hair-pulling, bruise-making utterly mind-numbing sex that you two used to have before you gave birth. With time, you hoped you’d get back there. But today wasn’t about that and you knew it. 
All you wanted out of today was to feel a bit more comfortable being naked around Harry again or just being naked around yourself, really. 
“Yes… please” you agreed, lifting your bum to help him. Harry found himself smiling at your eagerness, just so happy that you were excited to get your clothes off in front of him. Progress was being made, and that’s all he cared about. 
He was also really fucking excited to look at you. From the moment you sat down between his legs he had been trying to hold himself back from just spreading your legs wide and tearing a hole in your leggings so he could touch you. 
He wanted to feel your warmth around his fingers, your arousal on his fingertips when he rubbed your clit and made you cum. He wanted to watch your cream build up at his knuckles as he curled his fingers into the perfect spot to make you scream.  
Then he wanted to fuck you so good you forget about everything. Your problems, your insecurities, everything except just you and him. 
Harry took the opportunity of your lifted bum and pulled your underwear and leggings down at the same time, letting you take the lead to kick them off your legs and to the side. You let your knees fall inwards again as Harry kissed you again, but this time he didn’t let you cover up. 
He used his ankles to cross over yours, bringing them up and over so his feet were on the inside of yours. Then he spread his legs wide and effectively pinned your legs to the floor so you couldn’t move them inwards, or outwards, or anywhere really. 
“Harry” you whimpered, your upper body twisting as you grabbed onto his hair while kissing him desperately. 
“Look at the mirror” he rasped, grabbing your neck right under your jaw and forcing it to turn towards the mirror again. 
Your eyes widened at the sight, and your immediate reaction was to try and slam your legs shut. But Harry’s strength was too much and kept them wide apart so you could see everything. 
“See how gorgeous you are? How pretty your pussy is?” He teased, his hand sliding down your stomach and two fingers immediately finding your pebbled clit. 
The light touch had you gasping and grabbing onto his thigh in reflex. That was one thing childbirth did that you actually enjoyed, it made you much more sensitive to every little touch. Even just his fingers pressed there had you squirming in his grip. 
“Harry” you gasped, guiding his spare hand to your breast again. 
“Let’s make a deal, yeah? You look away and I stop touching, understand?” He hummed in your ear, kissing below it on your neck as he started rubbing little circles on your clit. His touch was steady and with good pressure so a back-arching pleasure filled your spine.
“Uhuh” you agreed, eyes hooded while you focused on the way his hands touched your body. One at your breast, kneading it and tugging at your nipple while the other rubbed your clit just perfectly. 
Then he slid his fingers lower, dipping one to your entrance then two before he pushed them both into you at once. It had you gasping, eyes fluttering shut and nails digging into his thigh. 
“Uh uh. Open” he tutted, pulling his hand completely away from you. 
Your eyes flew open and you whined a little at the loss of contact, feeling your cheeks flush at the smirk playing on his lips. “Keep watching or I stop. You know the rules”
“Sorry… sorry, oh Jesus!” he slipped his fingers back into you, this time immediately curling them upwards to your g-spot and stimulating there. He pressed the heel of his palm to your clit, stroking your g-spot while grinding his hand against you. 
“See? See how good it can feel when you’re a good girl and listen to me? See how pretty you are when you’re feeling good, hmm?” He smiled against your ear. “My pretty girl. My gorgeous wife. How'd I get so fucking lucky?”
And just kept speaking to you the entire time, whispering filthy words about his cock stretching you out then following it up with a praise or compliment. It was dizzying and had you gasping and whimpering in pleasure. 
Being forced to watch it all had you so overwhelmed too. It was a bit mortifying to be honest, watching the way your stomach rose and fell with every pant and how your breast just overfilled Harry’s hand. But then it was also so… eye-opening and exhilarating.  
Harry watched you with such intense attraction and arousal. His eyes were all over your body, trailing and leaving a burning line behind as he just looked at every inch. He was trying to memorise every detail. 
He stopped at your face and mouth, then lower at your neck and breasts, focusing on how it moved in his hand. He licked his lips at your stomach and you could practically see his mouth water when he focused on your pussy. You were so wet and shiny and so damn soft under his fingers. 
He was mesmerised by how perfect you were. His wife. The love of his life and the most incredible person in the entire world. 
He was crazy about you. 
Seeing him look at you like that made you feel so… good. You were naked and possibly in a very unflattering position, but he still looked at you with such hunger and just. It made you feel so loved and appreciated. 
Maybe you were seeing what he saw. Even just a little bit. 
“Harry… I… I think I’m close” you swallowed the lump in your throat. Your eyes were threatening to close, but you were trying so hard to push against that urge. If you closed your eyes or looked away he’d stop and you didn’t want that. 
You were so close. 
“Come for me, my love. Give me all you’ve got, baby… Show me how pretty you can be when you come around my fingers” 
Then you let go. You came with a moan of his name and tipped your head back onto his shoulder while waves and waves of pleasure rolled over you. Harry whispered words of encouragement in your ear the entire time as he carried you through, grinding his palm and fingers just enough to prolong your orgasm until it became too sensitive for you. 
“Okay, okay” you gasped while pushing his hand away from you. 
“Sorry” he chuckled lightly while kissing your neck lovingly. He then happily licked his fingers clean, moaning obnoxiously at your taste with a smirk on his lips. “God you taste good” 
“Harryyy” you blushed, covering your face with your hands. 
“Don’t do that, don’t cover yourself anymore” he pulled your hands from your face and intertwined your fingers, hugging them around your body so his arms were wrapped around you. 
He gently unhooked his ankles from yours at the same time so you had free movement of your legs again. Once your eyes met his in the mirror he smiled and kissed your cheek before pressing his chin to your shoulder. 
“There she is, there’s those pretty eyes of yours… How are you feeling?”
“Better, I think” 
“Better is all I need, baby. I just want you to feel good around me” he smiled softly to you through the mirror and you returned it happily, loving the closeness of just sitting there like that. 
But the heartbeat between your legs hadn’t disappeared yet. As much as you wanted to focus on how you felt significantly less uncomfortable looking at yourself naked in the mirror, all wrapped up in your husband, that beat of need between your legs was stronger. It was yelling at you for action, attention, for Harry. 
“I always do. Always” you responded, turning slowly in his arms until you were on your knees and facing him. You didn’t say anything else, not when you slung your arms over his shoulders and ran your fingers into the curls at the back of his head, nor when you kissed him softly. 
But kissing Harry was never just soft. It always turned to more. And how could it not this time when you were completely naked and pressed against him? Your pebbled nipples against his chest and his hard cock against your knee. 
His arms wrapped around you and he grabbed your ass, squeezing it until you whimpered then spanked you hard enough to make you yelp. The bite of pain had you reeling and you were growing more and more desperate for him to be inside you and make you feel all full and wonderful. 
You pushed your knee a little harder against his cock, making him groan hard into your mouth and spank you again. “Get on the bed. Now” he rasped like he was barely holding on. 
All you could do was nod before standing. Harry followed suit and shoved his shorts and underwear to the floor before he was cradling your face again and kissed you. It was passionate and deep and filled your belly with butterflies. 
He guided you back onto the bed like you were at the beginning of this session, head on the pillows. But this time he joined you. He knelt between your legs and hovered over you, fists on either side of your head as kissed along your jaw and down your neck. 
“Please. Please” you panted, tugging on his hair to bring him back to your mouth. 
“I got you. I got you baby” he assured you, pecking you before sitting back on his feet. 
He rubbed up and down your inner thighs, spreading your legs further and almost pinning them to the bed before he was pulling you down closer to his hips. Your legs were now slung over his thighs on either side of his hips, close enough so that he could easily slide into you.
And he did. He guided the head of his cock to your folds and wasted no time pressing it to your entrance. It was slow at first, a deep overwhelming full feeling as he slowly pushed into you. Little by little he filled you up; the intrusion made easier by his earlier fingering and how damn wet you were. 
That didn’t stop you from moaning loudly for him, your head thrown back on the pillows just at the feeling of him entering you. You’d never get used to how utterly perfect his cock felt inside you. Large and long, enough to stretch and sting a little but not enough to make you completely immobile the next day (unless that was his plan).
Perfect. 
You and Harry just fit perfectly together, you always had. Even with this changed body of yours, you felt like you always would too. 
“God you feel so fucking good. So wet for me” Harry whimpered, gasping when he went as far as he could go. 
“Move… just move. Please” you begged, grabbing his arms and the duvet tightly. 
He followed your command instantly, rocking his hips back and forth. It was gentle at first, like he didn’t want to get too rough with you. But when your pussy properly opened up for him and he got deeper and you felt warmer and wetter around him he couldn’t help himself. 
It didn’t help that you were begging him for it too. Whimpering ‘more’ and ‘ugh, more’ and the obvious ‘faster’ and ‘harder’ hints that he needed. 
He slung your knees over the crooks of his arms and grabbed you that way so his hands could be free to play with your breasts. This position opened you up more so your knees were closer to your chest and he felt impossibly deeper inside you.
That right there is what had you squealing and writhing. His big large hands tugging at your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefingers and just utterly sending you to heaven. 
The pleasure was indescribable. His cock was deep and heavy, sliding in and out of you with a pace almost cruel. He hadn’t fucked you like this for a long time, so fast and hard you knew it would ache your insides for days after. 
Your orgasm was building up fast too. Every nerve was alive and fiery and just everything about this situation was making you a little overwhelmed. In a good way. Your mind was at peace, for the first time in a long time and your body was being fucked like Harry was so passionately in love with you it was bursting at the seams. 
“Oh fuck, baby. What do we have here, hmm?” Harry teased coyly, eyes right at your nipples where fucking breastmilk started to leak from your ducts. It must’ve been from the prolonged attention he was giving them all day, or maybe he was stimulating them just right. 
It didn’t matter why or how it started happening. All that mattered was now that your milk was leaking over Harry’s fingers and down your tits, all he could think about was licking them clean. 
He never thought about it before. It hadn’t even crossed his mind as something that might’ve happened from his touch, or something he might’ve been into. But now his mouth was practically watering at the thought and it was itching his brain in a kind of fucked up yet satisfying way. 
“What… what are you? Oh.” 
His cock was overwhelming your senses so much that you genuinely had no idea what he was referring to until you felt the wetness at your chest and actually looked down at his hands. His fingertips were covered in your milk, and a little line of it was dripping down the side and dangerously close to the bedding.
“Just leave it. Fuck just ignore it, H. It’s fine” you begged, pushing his sweaty hair from his face. 
“No. I’ll clean it” he let go of one breast and pressed his hand beside your head on the bed for balance. Then, as his hips still rocked inside you he leaned down and licked the bead of milk from the end all the way back to your nipple where he flicked his tongue against you.
“Harry!” you gasped, completely unexpecting him to do that. 
“Is that okay?” he paused his movements, waiting for the go-ahead. His hand was still firmly on your breast, your nipple between his thumb and forefinger like he was preparing to squeeze more of your milk out of you. 
You didn’t expect to like it. But the feeling of his tongue running against your skin was delicious, even more so when it ran right over your nipple and the source of your milk. So you nodded. You wanted him to do it again. 
“Yes… yes, it’s okay” 
“Get on top then” he responded, voice rushed. He was quick to get off you and sit beside you with his back against the headboard. You were equally as quick as getting up and climbing onto him, hands on his shoulders to support you as you slid back down onto his cock. 
Before that mirror exercise, you wouldn’t have gotten on top of him unless it was pitch black and you had a t-shirt on. But now you felt a little better about yourself, and you were way too focused on getting filled with his cum while he had your tit stuffed in his mouth. 
Harry grabbed your hip with one hand and guided your tit back to his mouth with the other, and then you were gone. Your hips moved on their own, bouncing and swivelling and searching for your own pleasure as he licked and sucked at your nipple. 
He cleaned all around it, groaning and moaning at the taste of your milk before switching to the other. Harry just kept stimulating them, getting more milk and lapping it up like he couldn’t get enough. It was so fucking erotic that you could barely watch it, yet you also couldn’t stop yourself. Especially when he looked right at you and tugged your nipple between his teeth, pulling it out as milk spurt out.
It sent him right to heaven. His mind was in a new state of pleasure and he honestly couldn’t believe how incredible it felt to be so close like this with you. So intimate… so connected. You couldn’t really get more connected if you tried.
“God baby, I love you. Love you so fucking much. Making me feel so good I can barely hold it any longer” 
“Don’t, don’t hold it” you gasped before pulling his face upward so your mouths met. “Come. Come inside me, H. Fill me with another baby.” 
That was all it took for him to explode inside you, his loud moan of your name filling the room as his come filled you. It was one of those feelings that physically matched how emotionally full you felt right now. Barely a beat later you were also coming, gasping his name and holding him close as you both rode your highs, still very connected in the most intimate way. 
“So… are you feeling a bit more confident now, my love?” Harry asked, his fingers lightly running up and down your arm. You were now both showered and laying in bed, preparing for an actual nap now that you two had finally reconnected. 
“A bit. I think I might need a few more sessions with Dr. Styles though” you grinned, looking up at him. 
It was true, Harry really did make you feel more confident in yourself. And while your insecurities weren’t going to be fixed during a single session of sex, it definitely helped and it felt like a step in a positive direction.  
Harry rose his eyebrow and laughed, cupping your face to kiss you. “I think that can be arranged.”
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phas3d · 3 months
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Celebrity Crush|| Slytherin Boys
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type :: fluff
tw/cw :: suggestive jokes (all)
contains :: draco malfoy, tom riddle, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire
summary :: you're either friends or enemies and they see you freaking out over your celebrity, making them jealous. they search them up only to find out that the celebrity looks almost exactly like them
alternative :: your celebrity crush looks nothing like them
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DRACO (enemies)
Your group just watched the newest movie that came out
Ever since then, you couldn’t stop gushing about how hot the villain was
Although the villain was an awful person, you still went on rants about how fine he is
Your friends kept laughing at how out of pocket your jokes were
“I can fix him I swear, just give me a chance” you grieved as if someone died
"I'm gonna get on all fours and start hitting my chest like a gorilla if he keeps looking this fine" you said with passion, not scared of the whole school hearing you
Draco, despite not wanting to say it, was extremely jealous as he gripped his fork extra hard as he heard you
He was a dick, why didn’t you like him? Maybe he wasn’t hot enough? He’s always been slightly insecure about his appearance
The second lunch ended, he ran to the bathroom and secretly looked up the actor
But as he looked at him… he realized he wasn’t too far off from the actor
Their faces were almost completely different but, they both had short bright blonde hair, cold blue eyes, always wore green, and had similar body types
From seeing that, he smirked to himself and got an ego boost
He goes to sleep with a fat ass grin on his face
He won’t directly say the actor looks like him, but he’ll know it deep down
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TOM (friends)
Although Tom could stand being around you, he wished he could mute you out
You two were studying together in his room
Or… he was studying while you kept replaying the same edit of some random celebrity
“He could take my eggs and eat it like skittles”
Tom has literally killed and tortured people but he still widened his eyes slightly at your comment
He felt a small bit of jealousy, but he wasn’t sure if it was because he was scared of losing his only friend or because he liked you
(It’s because he likes you but he’s not that emotionally aware)
Tom has always been nosy, so he tilted slightly to see your phone
That’s when he saw a man with pale skin, brown eyes, and wavy brown hair
But beside those basic attributes, he also had the same nose as him along with a resting bitch face
He doesn’t show it, but on the inside he felt much calmer
It gave him a small sense of hope that maybe one day, he could actually be seen as attractive by someone
No one has ever confessed or even liked Tom romantically throughout his whole life due to his insane hobbies
He sleeps a little bit better with the thought that maybe someone could like him
And he really hopes it’s you :)
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MATTHEO (enemies) (I made this so long on accident... whoops)
You two clash constantly due to Mattheo’s class clown behavior and your goody-two-shoes attitude
He was always cracking mean jokes and bullying your friend group since you were kinda nerdy
You despised him and have beaten his ass multiple times (with magic) but he still doesn’t learn his lesson
But that's mainly because he thinks it's hot when you beat his ass and yell at him
Once again, he was walking towards your group to pick on you guys once more, especially you
But that’s when he heard you freak out over some random character
At first he thought it was just some lame anime character, that's how you usually are
But when you start showing your friends the photo-card in the back of your phone, he realizes it’s a real person
Instantly, he's pissed and jealous of a stupid piece of paper
He stalks you until you repeat the celebrities' name so he can google him and ruin his career
But once he looks up the idol, he sees that he also has dark curly hair with deep brown eyes
He actually researches and tries to learn about the idol more so he can take note on what you like
That's when he learns that the idol is known as a funny and protective person, just like him
He giggles to himself and decides to be insanely cocky
He prints out a photo of himself in the same pose as the idol, rounds the corners, and even puts his own signature on the back
The next day, he hands it to you and is smirking to himself
But... surprisingly... you didn't know it wasn't the idol????
You smiled widely and freak out, you thank him and quickly put it in the back of your phone case
From that, he smiles insanely widely. Not only at how cute you were from freaking out, but by also knowing he's on the back of your phone without you even knowing
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THEODORE (friends)
He's always known you were a fangirl but it was normally for weird things
You've had a few celebrity crushes over the years, but it's never been this extreme before
"GOD I WANNA LIVE IN HIS TOILET!!!" You shouted as you stared at a photo of the celebrity
Theo never understood how people got so attached but he was curious
How hot was this guy for you to like him THIS much? and why was he so jealous?
Theo has always been confident in his looks since he pulls bitches left and right
But, for some reason, he's suddenly strongly craving your validation
He asks you to show him the celebrity, only to see an almost exact clone of himself
Light fluffy brown hair, green eyes that were the same shape as his, thick brows, and a strong jaw
Theo smiles lightly and shakes his head, you perceived it as him making fun of your crush
You hide your phone from him and proceed to watch a pile of edits of this man on loop
Although he didn't get the hype of being a fangirl, he supported this one
He researches the celebrity during his free time and tries to become more like him slightly
Of course, he doesn't change anything drastically
But he might get the same shirt or shoes as him
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LORENZO (rivals?) (can you tell he's my favorite?)
You and Lorenzo were constantly at the top of your charms class within the entire school
Both of you have constantly gone head to head with each other just to compete for first place, only to tie for it together
There was no hatred or extreme feelings, just a fun rivalry that was oddly flirtatious at times
While you were in the library with a few friends studying, you suddenly start slamming your fist on the desk
Lorenzo was often in the library in order to check out new books to read in order to beat you
He looked over, worried that something bad happened
But all he saw was you on the floor, as if you melted, with your phone held high showcasing a man
He was curious as to how you got to the floor so fast despite banging on the table only 2 seconds ago, but he didn't care
Many people in the school shipped you and Lorenzo, but you both always denied it in order to not make it awkward
But, Lorenzo has liked you for ages. Despite that fact that he's a fuckboy, he would give up everything just to kiss you
"I would save his nail clippings and make a necklace out of it" You said in a harsh whisper that made all your friends hold back a laugh
Lorenzo was shocked, he's never seen you be so vulgar
He felt slightly hurt, not only by the fact that you were freaking out over some celebrity but also because he's never seen you act like this with him
"The things I would do for this man is un-ex-plain-a-ble" You aggressively whispered as you slammed your fist on the desk again
The librarian came around and told your whole group to shut up, which made Lorenzo happy
He decided to do his usual routine, he walked up to you and flicked you on the head as a joking gesture
You wince and hold your forehead, that's when he looks at your phone and sees the name of the celebrity
He repeats the name over and over and over and OVER in his head until he gets to his dorm and instantly searches him up on his phone
That's when he sees how similar he is to the celebrity
At first, he was doubting it since he didn't want to be cocky
But he told Theo and Theo instantly agreed, saying the celebrity looks just like him
Sharp jawline and cheekbones, fair skin, soft light brown hair, brown eyes, and even the same body build
He smiled to himself, feeling a bit of self love for himself from seeing how similar he is to your favorite celebrity
He's always been slightly insecure of his body build due to most of the guys in Hogwarts being buff as shit while Lorenzo was slightly more lean
But seeing the celebrity be called the heart-throb of the year made him really happy
After he knows all of this, he's much more confident around you and even finds subtle ways to bring up how he knows your type
Uses this as evidence against you to make you blush during petty arguments
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silverhairsimp · 2 months
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who's gonna take care of you? k. bakugou
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I am sicker than sick and couldn't sleep last night so here's some bakugou fluff.
Pairing & CW: Bakugou x f!reader. Reader and Bakugou have two kids. Brief mentions of pregnancy from Mitsuki (Reader is not actually pregnant). pure, sickly sweet fluff.
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Katsuki looks at the clock hanging above the kitchen sink, 7:24am. Usually you’d have been up for at least a half hour by now, maybe more. The kids have to be to school at 8:30, it’s only a 12 minute drive, but they like to get there early and play with their friends before their day of learning starts. He looks at the two of them sitting at the counter, digging into their fresh pancakes and waffles with a variety of fruits. They were similar in a lot of ways, but your daughter refuses to eat pancakes, the same goes with your son and waffles. And what kind of number one dad would The Bakugou Katsuki be if he didn’t make his brats happy?
“You two stay here and finish eating— gonna go check on your ma’,” he calls out to them before heading down the hall, only to stop with a had on the doorframe to look back at them. “And no eatin’ spoonfuls’a syrup this time! That shi— crap’ll give you diabetes.” 
The two of them laugh at their dads empty threat, knowing they’ll at least sneak one or two spoonfuls before he gets back. 
He has an office day today, full of paperwork and unfished reports that need to be submitted by the end of the week. He’s been working overtime, which means you have too. Working overtime at your own job and taking care of the kids when he gets home too late or leaves too early for work. 
“Baby—“ he calls out when he pushes open your bedroom door. Your cheeks are flushed red, your brows are knit together, you’ve got a mound of blankets on you, yet your feet are sticking out from the bottom. “Hey, y’doing okay?” He asks as he gets closer, sitting next to your sleeping form on the bed when he reaches a hand out to cup your cheek, followed by placing the back of his hand to your forehead. “Jesus babe, you’re burnin’ up. Might be running hotter than I normally do…” 
His words are laced with concern as he heads to your shared bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with as cold of water he can get before wringing it out. For good measure, he grabs the thermometer and to confirm his suspicions.
“Open up for me, baby.” He brushes his thumb over your cheek and your eyes finally open when you bring your hand up to touch the cold cloth on your forehead. “‘Ts cold…” you mumble and he slips the thermometer underneath your tongue. “Yeah and you’re hot—“ he waits for the thermometer to finish rereading before he adds: “101.9 to be exact.” 
You try to sit up, “I’m fine…”but the pressure in your head is too much so you flop back down into the pillows. “I don’t know what year you think I was born, but I know what fine is. And you, are not fine.” 
“But the kids— they have school, you have work— I have things to do around the house.” You try to protest in between a fit of coughs, but he plants an arm against the bed, palm down at your side caging you in. “you know the hag— my mom,” he corrects when you give him the glare, “she loves taking them to school. Eijiro too. I could call either one and they’d drop ‘em off. And with work, that’s one of the perks’a bein’ your own boss.” 
He leans down to press a kiss to your cheek, trying to hide the wince at how warm your skin is. Gods you must feel like shit. “Lemme call my mom—“ he steps out of the room and gently closes the door, calling in a favor to the woman who always saves his ass. 
‘Yeah, y/n sick, real sick. Need someone to drop off the beats at school. What? Morning sickness? No she’s not pregnant again. She’s sick sick. Got’a fever of almost 102. Yeah, they ate. Yes, lunches packed. Ugh— what kinda father do you think I— mmgh. Thanks ma. They’ll be ready for ya.’
He comes back in the room slight shake to his head as he thinks back to the conversation he just had with his mom. Your youngest is 6 and she’s been itching for another grand baby, but that’s too bad. She’s got two good ones to love on anyway. “Moms comin’ to pick em up in 15.” 
The two of you can hear the padding of feet running down the hall and your two replicas appear in the door frame. 
“Mommy what’s wrong? Did you catch a bug?” Your 8 year old son asks you as he pushes his hips to the bed. He may have his fathers eyes but he’s got your color hair and the sweetest personality to match. 
“Ew! Why would mommy catch a bug!! That’s so yucky!” Your daughter chimes. She’s got that ash blonde hair to match her fathers and definitely gets his personality. 
“Yeah, squirt, mama’s not feeling great so your Gramma Mitsuki is gonna take you to school.”
“Katsuki— you really shouldn’t have asked your mom to come all the way here.” 
“You say all the way here like she doesn’t live 8 minutes down the road.” He smirks at you, knowing damn well she wasn’t gonna miss the opportunity to be involved in your kids’ lives. 
“Daddy, why can’t we stay and take care of mommy like she takes care of us when we’re sick?” Your boy asks with those gorgeous ruby red eyes peering down at you. “You guys have to stay in school and get good grades. You wanna have your own agency and be the number one hero like your daddy don’t you?” You smile at the two of them and lift your hand off the bed to cup their cheeks one at a time. 
Your daughter flexes her little muscles and grits her teeth. “Yeah mommy! We’ll get strong so we can take good care of you some day!” 
Each of your kiddos leans in to place a kiss to your cheek, it’s no use trying to stop them either. They’re both stubborn, just like you and Katsuki. 
“Go get cleaned up before Gramma gets here— and don’t think I can’t smell the syrup on those sticky fingers, you little shits!” 
It’s no use trying to protest the language when you hear the fit of laughter and screams as they run back down the hall. 
Katsuki gets up to make sure they’re heading out to wash up and grab their school bags while he makes another call to the agency, letting Mina know he won’t be in. 
You’ve nearly fallen back asleep by the time he comes back with a hot bowl of homemade soup, a freshly squeezed cup of orange juice, a ginger shot and two pieces of toast. “They’re right ya know. You’re like super woman to them— and even she needs help sometimes.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and turns on the tv for some back ground noise before he grabs his computer and sits next to you in bed. 
“Katsuki. You’re gonna get sick if you stay here—“ you try to protest and he just smiles and puts the cold rag on your forehead. “Yeah… and when super man needs help; I know you’ll be there too..” He lands a fat one right on your lips and smiles. The two of you share everything together. Even the cooties…
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kiss-inthekitchen · 11 days
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same sky | spencer reid
pairing: spencer reid x reader
a late night phone call with Spencer. unruly amounts of fluff. no gender identifiers in this one. apologies to residents of las vegas, i did insult your city's aesthetics. i had to do it. for the plot
word count: 2k
notes: this is a rework of a very old fic i used to have up on ao3 by the same name. it's the second in a series of fics i've updated from my vault of oldies :) this one's for the girlies who liked the banter in no vacancy <3 oops! all banter
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“I miss you,” you say into your cell phone, standing on the back porch and gazing out at the sky. It’s late, but you can’t sleep. Spencer has been gone on a case for the better part of a week, and you don’t sleep as well without him. 
“I miss you, too. But I’ll be home soon,” Spencer replies, keeping his voice low.  
“Is everyone else asleep?”
“Yeah. It’s been a long day.”
“Where are you right now?” Even though you aren’t in danger of waking anyone up, you find yourself mirroring Spencer's tone. 
“Best guess, somewhere over New Mexico.” They’ve been in the air about an hour, and given their trajectory, he’s pretty sure he’s right. Spencer is seated at the edge of the couch, his back against the arm of it and a blanket thrown over his legs, barely covering his mismatching-socked feet. 
“How come you’re still up?”
“I wanted to talk to you,” he says. Somehow, he can feel you smiling across the line. It makes him smile, too. He doesn’t ask why you’re awake when it’s even later where you are; he knows already. "What are you doing?”
“Looking up at the stars.”
“You know, you won���t be able to see me up here.”
“Ha ha.”
“Here, I’ll open the shade on the plane window. At least we can share the same view.”
“Hm. Almost like we’re together,” you hum. 
His heart aches. It’s only been a few days and he still can’t stand it. “Almost.”
For a minute, neither of you speak, looking out at the sky from two different time zones.
“When I wake up tomorrow morning, you’ll be here, right?” 
“Mmhm. Maybe even before that,” he responds, a low, soothing hum in your ear.
“Should I stay up until you get here?” you already know what he'll say, but you kinda like the idea of it anyway.
“No, no, it’s at least another four hours. Don’t worry about it. When you wake up, I’ll be there.”
“Sounds good. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
You’d intended to let him go after just a quick call once you realized that the rest of the team were resting not too far from him, but you don’t want to hang up. He doesn’t make any moves to do so either, wanting to hear your voice as much as you want to hear his. “So, how was Tucson?”
“Oh, you know. Hot. Desert-y. Lots of murder.”
“Less murder now.” 
“Yeah.” 
His voice sounds strained. He doesn’t like indulging in a sense of accomplishment after closing a case, doesn’t ever feel like he’s done enough. He shows up too late and does too little, and then he gets to leave while the families of the victims have to pick up the pieces. You understand why he doesn’t like to think about the work that way, but you’ve tried to remind him that the good he does is incalculable; how many lives saved, how many tragedies avoided. It’s all you can do. 
You pivot a little, not wanting him to get too caught up. “I remember, when I first moved to Virginia, I was so shocked at how green everything was. I swore I’d never seen that much green in my life.”
“I had a similar experience,” he says, fondly, aware of your tactics. 
“Oh, I can only imagine. I’ve been to Vegas. It’s icky.”
“Icky?” he asks, laughing at your word choice. 
“I mean, no offense, but… it’s kinda ugly.”
“Wow, okay, insult my hometown, why don’t you.”
You laugh. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. You’re right.”
“I know,” you sigh. “Always am.”
“Well, statistically, you actually have a seventy-two percent chance of being right, which is still impressive, but hardly a flawless track record.”
“Spencer Reid coming in hot with the stats. I love when you talk numbers to me.” 
“I don’t think we’d have gotten very far if you didn’t.” 
“But I think I should be right more often than that.” 
“Are you asking me to fudge the numbers?” he asks with put-upon shock. 
“I’m just saying, maybe you’ve got it wrong.” 
“Oh, so you dare to challenge the accuracy of my eidetic memory? Or is it the statistics that you think I’ve calculated incorrectly?” 
“This is affecting my score, isn’t it?” 
“I’ll have to factor it in. You understand.” 
You giggle, and Spencer starts to feel some warmth come back into him after too many days of stress, doubt, and destruction. He hadn’t been able to talk to you nearly as much as he wanted. And it was hard to talk to you on certain cases, to allow you to make him feel lighter when reality was so dark. When he felt so much weight on his shoulders, when he should be focusing on the profile and apprehending the unsub and… sometimes he just didn’t feel like he deserved to have that weight lifted by you, even for a little while. 
“Spence?” 
“Will you go inside?” he asks, his tone full of something like reverence for you. “Please?”
“If you insist,” you sigh, already opening the door. 
“I do. I do insist, very forcefully.” 
“I’m already inside with the door locked.” 
“Man, I’m good.” 
“Mmhm.”
“Going to bed?”
“Yeah. Will you talk to me for a few more minutes?” you ask, sliding under the covers. Spencer hears the slip of fabric as you pull them up over your shoulders, and it sharpens the ache he feels to be home with you already. 
“I’ll talk to you for the rest of the night, if you want me to.” 
“No, I don’t wanna keep you awake, too.” 
“I probably won’t get much sleep regardless.” 
“I don’t condone that,” you say, your frown evident in your voice. 
“Noted,” he replies, though he sounds apologetic. 
Four hours feels an eternity too long to wait. You miss Spencer, and you hate how tired he sounds. You want to fix things for him. You want to run your fingers through his hair til he falls asleep and you want to make sure his dreams are peaceful when he does. 
“What do you wanna do when you’re back?” you ask, hoping that planning for it will make the time go faster. 
“Oh, I’m taking a shower and getting right into bed. And you can’t make me get up.” 
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“I’m serious. Don’t ask me to do a single other thing cause I won’t do it.” 
You laugh. “For the whole day?” 
“Probably. And you better not go anywhere either. We could both use the rest.” 
“Okay, rest day all day.” 
“We can order Thai though. So we’ll get up for that. But even then, it’s just to sit on the couch.” 
“Maybe the floor.” 
“I will also accept floor,” he concedes, and then it occurs to him that you might’ve been asking because you want to do something with him. “Is there something you wanted to do the next day though?” 
“Well... the saucer magnolias are blooming at the Smithsonian again.” 
“Say no more.” 
You sigh wistfully. “You’re my favorite boyfriend I’ve ever had.” 
“Well, I should hope so,” he says, smiling. “You’re my favorite, too.” 
“Aren’t I the only partner you’ve ever had?” 
“Ha ha. I had a girlfriend in college.” 
“Spencer, you were like sixteen in college.”
“I wasn’t sixteen the entire time,” you hear the eye roll in his voice, “I have three PhD’s, it took me a little while.” 
“Well, who is this girl? Do I need to beat her up?” you joke. 
“No,” he laughs. “You are my favorite, after all. She wasn’t very nice to me.” 
“Okay… so you told me not to beat her up but then gave a reason why I should?” 
“Please don’t beat up my ex-girlfriend. I do appreciate your violent impulses though.” 
“Mm, okay. As long as you know I could.” 
“Sure, angel. You’re very scary,” he placates. 
You let out a little gremlin laugh. 
“Oh, and you’re delirious,” he notes, an amused lilt to his tone. 
“Delirious because I miss you,” you sing, dragging out the ‘you’. 
“God, where did I even find a weirdo like you,” Spencer laughs. 
“I found you. You attracted me with your peculiar aura and soulful eyes. Trapped me in your… fucking what’s-it-called. Tractor beam.” 
“You know, the term tractor beam was actually coined by science fiction author E.E. Smith in 1931 as an updated version of his original term ‘attractor beam.’” 
“Hmm, yup. You caught me in that.” 
“Did you call my eyes soulful?” he asks, seemingly just processing that part. 
“Oh, you don’t like my adjective choice? Next you’ll have a problem with me calling your aura peculiar.” 
“I mean… I don’t know that I loved it.” 
“Here he goes fishing for compliments,” you sigh, rolling over to your other side and creating a bunch of shuffling noise on the line. Spencer wrinkles his nose, holding the phone a little farther from his ear until he hears you speaking again. “Okay, your eyes are big and brown and beautiful and they contain a standard unremarkable amount of soul, and your aura is also really regular. Regular Reid, that’s what they call ya.” 
He’s frowning, you can practically see it, but he’s also fighting off an amused smile. “Well, that one started off nice, at least.” 
“God! You’re so difficult. My boyfriend is sooo difficult. Why don’t you come home to me first and then I’ll come up with some more adequate compliments?” 
“I’m going to hold you to that.” 
The two of you talk for a little while longer, with you telling Spencer about the new coffee shop you’d tried out and how their lavender latte actually tastes like lavender, which is basically unheard of. Spencer tells you about the standoff between him and an all too curious roadrunner that he swears was trying to get into his motel room. Calling it a standoff is generous; the man got bullied by a bird. 
You try not to laugh and end up unsuccessful, with Spencer insisting that you were taking sides and he was well and truly in danger, which only makes it funnier. His voice pitches up even as he tries to keep his volume low, and you argue that his energy is just so attractive that even the local wildlife are drawn to him. 
“Don’t start,” he warns, overwhelming fondness in his voice. 
You make Spencer tell you something boring to calm yourself down from the image you’ve conjured of him being chased by a roadrunner, which, in your exhausted state, is even funnier than it should be. He claims to regret confiding in you with this, but he knows he’d do it again just to hear you laugh. 
Instead of telling you something boring, he recites some of the poems he’s memorized over the years. It works the way you’d intended, and you regret it when you have to stop him to tell him you’re falling asleep. He’s just a little smug about it. 
“So, you’ll be home in four hours?” you ask, the start of your goodbyes. 
“More like three now.”
“We made time go faster.” 
“We did.” 
“Will you try to get some sleep?”
“Fine. Only because you asked.”
You hum, victorious. “Goodnight. I love you.” 
“And I love you.” 
Hours later, just as the sun is beginning to change the hue of the sky from deep navy to a hazy cerulean glow, you feel your mattress shift underneath you. You’re barely awake, but still you register the scent of Spencer’s shower gel, fresh and sort of woodsy. 
Half asleep, you shift to accommodate him, and he slips an arm around you as you lay your head on his chest. You wrap an arm around his torso and throw your leg over his hips, as close as you can possibly get without literally being on top of him. 
You sigh, deep and relieved, and Spencer’s heart stutters. 
“I missed this,” he chuckles, resting his cheek against the top of your head and wrapping his arms tighter around you. You just hum in response, the last of your energy before you’re pulled back under. Within minutes, Spencer is asleep too, and the two of you sleep through sunrise and into the afternoon. 
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h0nology · 10 months
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Tell Me The Truth
Miles is keeping secrets and you’ve finally had enough
warnings: cussing, pinch of angst, slight jealousy, pet names
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“who is that?” jeff and rio had asked you.
the sight in front of you made your stomach hurt for some reason, your boyfriend, sitting isolated with some random girl nobody has ever seen before. you were already irritated with him; he had left so quickly with little to no explanation when you arrived at the party.
“i-i don’t know…”
it seems like you didn’t know anything anymore.
“should–should we go up there?” rio questionably says, “no, look, she’s leaving.” you pointed.
miles’ head swung over towards the three of you, you all quickly trying to act like you weren’t watching him. nonchalantly, you all waited as he approached you. or so you guys thought he was coming to you, instead he was making his way towards the door.
“miles!” his parents called for him.
you took it upon yourself to follow after him, swinging the door open as he had just reached the last step.
“miles!”
his pace picked up as you had gotten closer to him, he reached his apartment door, trying to shut you out but you stuck your foot in between the door.
“babe! are you okay? why would you do that?!” miles panics.
“what is going on with you?!” you slightly yell, his face finally meeting yours, “what happened to your face?!”
he had a few bruises and some cuts here and there, and his hair looked a hot mess.
“nothing.” he mutters, walking into the apartment.
you follow behind him, shutting the door behind you before following him into the bathroom. he grabbed the first aid kit from underneath the sink, and you snatch it out his hand, urging for him to sit down. he jumped up on the counter and you stood in between his legs, beginning on his face.
“who was that girl?” you asked after a few moments of silence.
“never took you as the jealous type, baby.” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“who is she, miles?”
his smile fades and he drops his hands from your waist when he realized you weren’t amused.
“just somebody i used to know. i haven’t seen her in a minute, she was just dropping by.”
you let out a deep sigh, finishing up his face by applying ointment to it before putting everything in the first aid kit and placing it on the bathroom counter. you removed yourself from in between his legs and began to walk away.
“wait! where are you going? what's wrong?” he followed after you.
you turn around to face him, “i want you to stop lying to me.” you sighed, “once you're ready to tell me the truth, you know where to find me.”
you stood there for a moment. waiting there for him to say something, anything! but nothing. you shook your head, walking over towards the door.
“wait.” he says as soon as your hand is on the doorknob, “this is kinda hard to explain…”
you twist the knob and open the door.
“i’m spider-man!” he slightly yelled.
you shut the door back, hand still on the knob trying to process what he had just said.
“funny, miles.” you sarcastically say, turning to face him again, “you get your ass kicked and claim to be spider-man! it's okay t-"
“no! no, no, i’m not joking!” he says, unzipping his jacket to reveal the black suit that was beneath. very similar looking to the one you’d seen all over social media when people posted spider-man sightings.
“where’d you get that?”
“i made it.” he slightly smiled, “see, look.” he shoots webs, causing you to jump a little bit.
you stood there with your eyes shut for a second, just to make sure you weren’t dreaming. okay, your boyfriend is spider-man. your boyfriend is spider-man.
“wha-when? how? how long?” you approached him, placing your hand on the black suit.
“about a year now.”
“a year?!” you remove your hand, “why are you just now telling me?”
“i didn’t want you to look at me differently.” he shook his head, “i was afraid you wouldn’t love me the same.” his shoulders dropped.
“miles.” you let out a laugh of disbelief, “miles. babe, there’s nothing that could change the way i feel about you, i will always love you. spider-man or not.”
miles didn’t say anything, all he did was bring you into a big hug. you hugged him back, pulling him in as much as possible.
“now explain to me who this girl is once again.” you say into the hug.
miles laughs, pulling out of the hug, “her names gwen. uh, ghost-spider.”
“so she’s spider-woman? there’s multiple of you?”
“yeah, it’s kinda a long story.” he scratched the back of his neck, “any other questions?” he laughs.
“does this mean you’ll take me flying? or whatever it is that you do.”
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bones4thecats · 2 months
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What If They Were Fathers?
Type of Writing: #5 - Poll Result Characters: Bonten! Manjiro Sano, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Kakucho, and Hajime Kokonoi Name: What If They Were Fathers? Original Poll Link: Here
A/N: The Reader is FEMALE in this, since they're pregnant and whatnot.
WARNING! This contains: Mentions of drugs, overdoses, alcohol addiction, and drug addiction
Spoilers for: Bonten Arc
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🍵 It shocked Mikey enough that you still loved him even though he wasn't the same happy-go-lucky boy he was years ago, instead, he grew into a emotionless and dead-appearing individual
🍵 So, when he heard that you were pregnant, he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a small bit of love grow inside his now cold-heart
🍵 Mikey was very good when it came to caring for you during your pregnancy, he would have the others go get you things you needed, since he suspected someone was after him and you
🍵 After all, being pregnant slows down a woman from whooping ass
🍵 It was surprising, but, when you went into labor and you were yelling at him as he tried calming you down, Mikey stayed as calm as ever
🍵 He would slightly flinch at the loud screams of pain you let out, and he was honestly kinda scared he may lose you when the gang's doctor rushed you to lay down and stay calm
" Mr. Sano, sir, would you like to hold your baby? "
🍵 Looking behind him, he stared at his first child, a son, and he felt a shimmer of happiness and sadness rush through him at the same time, it reminded him of when he first met Emma, how he cared for her automatically without any reason
🍵 As he held your baby, he let a tear rush down his cheek as you chuckled at his small moment of vulnerability, something he swore he would never show was in-fact showing, he was still human inside
🍵 Now, while your son grew up, Mikey was a hint of a helicopter-father, he runs a very dangerous organization, one that is being hunted by authorities constantly, and he had enough to do when worrying about you, but, his son was so similar to younger him
🍵 The boy would run up to strangers and make them laugh without a care in the world as Mikey would hide himself deeper in a hoodie while you got your son back to you guys
🍵 But, despite many beliefs, he's a decent father
🍵 Mikey would put some things behind and would play with his son, for example, if his son wanted to mess around with some sock puppets and make a story, Mikey would indulge him and mess with him, making his voice deepen and rise for his son's laugh to erupt
🍵 He does have his faults though, as his work can end up making his son mature faster than a child should, or he could end up saying or doing something that upset you, making his son start disconnecting with him
🍵 Overall, he's a 7.5/10 father, he's good in certain situations and bad in others
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🔪 Sanzu and you have known one another for years, planting the first time you ever met nearly 10 years prior to this one
🔪 When he went through the years of torturous addictions, whether it be to alcohol or drugs that he somehow got a hold of through means even you didn't know of, you were always there to pull him away
🔪 Because of those issues, he had no idea why you settled for him of all people, you were so beautiful, you could've gotten with any other member of Bonten, maybe even his own boss
🔪 But, you settled with him, the guy who had nearly overdosed from his drugs and alcohol multiple times
🔪 While pushing those hateful thoughts of himself to the back of his brain, Sanzu had gone through multiple attempts of rehabilitation, and after a few failures and your threat of leaving him, he began taking it seriously, he loves you and he needs you to be there
🔪 It took a while, but, once he made it to your first milestone of a year of sobriety, you gave him a reward, which led to something bigger than expected
🔪 You had gotten pregnant, leaving Sanzu is shock, and his brain nearly, nearly, slipped away to him grabbing a large bottle of whiskey and wine mixed with a large bag of his old drugs
🔪 In the midst of his panic-attack, it took Kakucho's words of affirmation with his boss' assurance of him getting a form of paternity leave to just calm him down
🔪 He takes excellent care of you during your pregnancy, and that carried onto him as a father, to a degree, that is
🔪 When you went into labor, he was panicking badly, he had nearly passed out when you began to scream in pain, and during this mass of chaos, the doctor had to usher Ran and Rindou to take him out of the room
🔪 Hearing your screams of agony stop made his heart sink, what happened? Were you okay? How was his baby? Oh God, what if he lost you and the baby?! How would he live with himself?!
" Mr. Haruchiyo, your wife and daughter are in perfect condition. Would you like to come and see them? " " Yes! I- I mean, yes, please. "
🔪 When he held your daughter for the first time, he swore on his life he would protect you guys from everything, including himself. And, that day, he swore to stay sober for good. No fuck ups this time, he couldn't, no, he wouldn't risk harming his child and his own wife
🔪 Ever since your daughter was born, the rest of Bonten began to hide their deals from your home more often, by orders of Mikey, since, he knew how a traumatizing childhood can affect someone
🔪 Sanzu loves to play with her, for example, at just a few months old until she was around maybe seven years old, he would pick her up and toss her in the air for him to catch
🔪 Unlike Mikey, Sanzu doesn't really fear anyone harming his child, if they were a boy that is, he has a full-fledged belief that boys are far more feared than women, so, whenever his daughter starts talking to a stranger, he glares from behind her to make sure that random guy didn't even attempt touching her
🔪 He definitely tries holding back his tears during her first day of school, or really during any massive part of her life, especially when she graduated and moved out, his baby was so old now... he's getting back pain!
" Dad... I'm just moving across the street in another apartment, don't worry! I'll come see you and Mom whenever I can! Please don't cry! " " I'm not crying about that! Your Mother swat a fly earlier, I feel bad for the fly! "
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❤️‍🔥 This guy is the definition of husband and father material, that I cannot deny
❤️‍🔥 When you guys started dating, he always had the idea of your future, from marriage to having children, whenever he would come home from a fight all injured, he would ask you if this was what you really wanted
❤️‍🔥 Did you really want to be with him? For crying out loud, he could get possibly killed at any time! This especially set in when you guys lost Izana (I believe that still happens... correct me if I'm wrong!)
❤️‍🔥 It still shocks him to this day on the fact you married him, he worked for Bonten, a gang very well known for their heinous actions, all members, including Kakucho himself, have done horrible things, how could you look him in the eye, nonetheless propose having children?
❤️‍🔥 You really surprise him at every turn, don't you?
❤️‍🔥 He smiled and gave you the thumbs up. Thankfully, it didn't take very long for you to find out you were pregnant, and as your stomach grew, he read many books on parenthood, he couldn't risk his child having a childhood as rough as he did
❤️‍🔥 When you went into labor, he was scared out of his mind, all of a sudden the floor was wet and you were heaving over in pain, leaving him to carry you bridal-style as he ran to Bonten's doctor
" I think they're in labor, Doctor! " " Girls! Get her in the delivery room, stat! "
❤️‍🔥 Hearing you scream in pain made him flinch as Kokonoi and Takeomi tried keeping him from busting down the door to comfort you
❤️‍🔥 Once the doctor came outside of the room and asked for him to come inside, he burst past the man dressed in scrubs and hugged you as you laid on the bed with a blanket in your arms
❤️‍🔥 You hushed him and held up your baby girl's head, and when your husband laid eyes on his daughter, he began to tear up, he really started crying was when she gripped his finger with her tiny fist
❤️‍🔥 You guys really made this? How surprising is this, huh?
❤️‍🔥 As your son grew up, Kakucho adores messing with her hair, he always had his in a buzz-cut as he grew older, so, whenever she asked for him to braid her hair when she was small, he obliged and gave her such a cute hairstyle!
❤️‍🔥 Kakucho obligates his family in first place alongside his work, though, since he was one of the top four people in Bonten, he got quite busy, but, he always tries pushing it all away as best as he could
❤️‍🔥 Thankfully, Mikey was more lenient with that since he knew of Kakucho's family-oriented life
❤️‍🔥 He is definitely one of the best fathers in the Tokyo Revengers Universe, he wants his child to grow up in a world where they feel wanted, and that roots deep with his own childhood
❤️‍🔥 This guy is also very protective, he's lost so many people, his best friend, Izana, for example
❤️‍🔥 Anyone tries harming his daughter, there will be hell to pay.
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💰 Kokonoi, much like Kakucho, is still surprised that you wanted to be with him, but, he's also surprised that he was still with you... he believed that after the loss of Akane that he would never love again
💰 Thankfully, when you came into his life during the earlier years of Bonten to help with some issues with relations between gangs, Kokonoi began to bond with you
💰 When he asked you to marry him after a few months of dating and a couple weeks of courting, he remembers exactly how you smiled when you confirmed you wanted the same as him
💰 Kokonoi has enough resources to care for his family, so, when you proposed having children, he wasn't very worried about expenses, this guy knows so many ways of making money that even the richest people in the world would be baffled
💰 He was very excited when you found out you were having a baby, nonetheless when it was found out to be twins
💰 During your early months of pregnancy, he would grab everything for female babies and male babies, since the gender was hard to tell until your fifth month
💰 This guy was on cloud nine when notified you were both genders
💰 Now he doesn't have to worry about Mikey being mad that he bought so much male and female items for these babies
💰 Anyways, when you eventually went into labor, Kokonoi was as calm as a butterfly on the outside, while on the inside he was like a swarm of angry geese, thoughts flying faster than the snitch in Harry Potter
💰 He stayed in the room with you, allowing you to squeeze his hand, despite the immense pain you were bringing to his hands, he probably was getting bruises from your hold
💰 When the sounds of your first baby's cries entered his ears, he swore he forgot all about the pain in his hands, but, when his daughter came out just a few minutes later, his heart swooned
💰 If you've seen Friends, you might be familiar when Frank Jr. ran out to the gang and was yelling about his first child's birth, oh yeah, he definitely does that
" Yes! We have the first one down! I cannot believe I have a son... oh God! I have a Hajime Jr.! " " Has your wife even agreed to that name, Kokonoi? " " Nope! "
💰 Kokonoi held his son, whom you had to turn down his ideas of naming him Hajime Jr., and you held your daughter, and you had to turn down him naming her Sanzu-ia, he loves pissing Sanzu off too much...
💰 As your babies grew up, Kokonoi spoiled them beyond belief, and you had to hold him back from doing something stupid, like buying a TV show because his little baby girl wanted to meet a character she loved
💰 While the two grew up, he, much like Sanzu, cries at mass events for them, but, unlike Sanzu, he doesn't try holding himself back from showing his emotions to his children, prompting their embarrassment and you laughing at their antics
" Dad... please stop crying, God you're so embarrassing me... " " I can't! My babies are growing up so fast! Can you believe that just eighteen years ago you're mother was pushing you out of her- " " DAD! "
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starglitterz · 8 months
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♡ NIGHT DANCER.
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❝ nothing changed, please don't change… let's blend together, one more time. ❞ / after spending the night with you, how do the genshin men treat you in the morning after?
✧ feat ; albedo, cyno, kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, shikanoin heizou, xiao x gn!reader ✧ warning(s) ; suggestive (esp scara and heizou) ✧ a/n ; HIII everybody make some noise for quill’s shocking once a year post!!! hope you guys like this and if it doesn’t show up in tags i will delete my account (/nsrs) anyways idk why i’ve been so obsessed w the idea of waking up next to someone (can you tell i’m critically lonely? 💀) and so this piece was born. pretend u don't notice how scara & xiao’s might seem kinda similar it’s bc i view them thru the same lens LOL ok hope you enjoy! (also ignore the scara favouritism im kinda obsessed w this idea for him KJASKJD)
please reblog + leave comments ! it helps a lot w motivation <3
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✦ ALBEDO. [ kreideprinz ]
you’re awoken by the feeling of a cold breeze caressing your skin, and as you grasp for his familiar figure, you realise albedo’s not beside you anymore. but before you can freak out, his soft voice calls to you from behind you, “good morning, dove. don’t move, i’m almost finished.” “finished with what?” you query, deciding to obey him and stay still. he doesn’t answer at first, but you can hear a faint scratching sound which almost sounds like charcoal against parchment. “and… done.” you shift in the bed, turning around to face him. albedo looks almost ethereal in the early morning light, especially when he smiles at you like you hung the stars in the sky. “i do hope you don’t find this peculiar, but i wanted to draw you while you were asleep. you looked so peaceful, and i wanted to immortalise this moment.” he hands you the paper, strands of wheat-coloured hair spilling over his shoulders, let loose from his usual half ponytail. you’re the only one who gets to see him like this, messy and imperfect instead of the flawless scientist he portrays to the rest of mondstadt. you gaze at the drawing, absorbing every detail as you try not to faint from what a sweet gesture this is, “albedo, this is amazing! you made me look so pretty.” he tilts his head quizzically, raising an eyebrow, “what do you mean? i just drew you exactly how i see you – you’re always beautiful to me.”
✦ CYNO. [ judicator of secrets ]
cyno's skin looks almost golden in the sunlight filtering through the translucent curtains. you're lying on your side, gazing at him and just admiring his features when his red eyes flutter open and he murmurs, “i might have to charge you for looking so much.” his voice is rougher than normal, deepened by sleep and it makes heat rush to your cheeks. “morning, babe-ah!” you can barely get out your greeting before he's pulling you back into his embrace, strong arms wrapping around you as he nuzzles into your neck. “cyno!” you laugh, turning around to face him, “stop it, i'm hungry! i wanna go get breakfast-” “hi hungry, i'm cyno,” your boyfriend looks at you with the most deadpan expression, and you're momentarily stunned. then you groan and throw a pillow at his head, “you're so lame!” “i'm not so lame, i just told you i'm cyno- okay, okay, i'll stop!” you collapse into a fit of giggles right as you're about to pummel his chest, “lamest ever.” “mmm,” cyno mumbles, eyes already fluttering shut again as he feels your plush warmth against him, “i'll make you breakfast, i swear, but can we just stay like this for a little longer?”
✦ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA. [ scarlet leaves pursue wild waves ]
the first thing you see when you wake up are kazuha's crimson irises laser-focused on you. the way his eyes scan your features, it’s almost like he’s tracing every detail to commit to memory, as if every morning that he wakes up next to you could be his last. “kazu? what's-” you're interrupted by a yawn, and your boyfriend's gaze softens as he looks at you. as you brush his red-streaked hair out of his face, he leans into your touch, almost cat-like in the motion, “what is it, 'zuha?” “i was just thinking... you make me glad to be a poet,” a gentle smile graces his features. “what? why?” despite the fact that kazuha is always letting praise fall from his lips like jewels, you didn't even remotely expect his answer. “because it means i'm lucky enough to be able to properly convey how you make me feel, and how gorgeous you are,” kazuha presses a sweet kiss on your forehead, then his brow furrows slightly, “but i don't think there's enough words in the world for me to speak about what you mean to me.”
✦ SCARAMOUCHE. [ kunikuzushi ]
when scaramouche wakes up, his first thought is; why does my entire body hurt? eyes still half-lidded and drowsy, he looks down and he's met with the sight of your back pressed against his torso, his arm thrown carelessly over your waist. he scrambles backwards, eyes widening with shock, and his sudden frantic movement wakes you up too. “what are you doing in my bed?!” “what the hell, scara?” you mumble, rubbing away the sleep from your eyes, “it’s too early for you to be this loud.” scaramouche’s heart is beating a million times a minute, and it’s only exacerbated by how cute you look when you’re this sleepy, not that he’d admit it to you for the world. but as you yawn and sit up, he thinks that he’s going to go into cardiac arrest. “you didn’t answer my question!” you give him a weird look, “we slept together. again. duh.” the blanket wrapped around your figure slides off a little as you reply, revealing your bare shoulder and giving him the faintest glimpse of your chest, and scaramouche’s face turns so red you genuinely think he might explode. “c-cover yourself up!” he scolds, clambering closer to drape the fabric over you again as his mind works through the haze of sleep, letting the memories of last night flood back.
realising how flustered he is, you take this as the perfect opportunity to tease him, “it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” “shut up.” he replies curtly, but he hesitates as his fingers skim over the bite mark on your collarbone. his eyes darken slightly as he recalls last night, the messy kisses that were more tongue than anything else, his teeth nipping at your neck and finally sinking into your skin, all to mark you as his. you’ve both never officially decided what the two of you are, but you both know that he’s yours and you’re his, and scaramouche doesn’t like sharing. a playful smirk curves your lips, “remember giving this to me?” “don’t test me,” he mumbles, eyes roving over your exposed skin. his gaze dips to the still slipping blanket, hands ceasing their rapid motion to try and rescue your modesty, “i might give you more.” your arms loop around his neck, pulling him back down to the bed as you smile teasingly, “so do it.” “you’re a bad influence,” scaramouche groans, hands already moving to grip your hips, and you laugh, “that’s why you love me~”
✦ SHIKANOIN HEIZOU. [ analytical harmony ]
“good morning~” heizou's lilting voice is the first thing you hear when you wake up, and his trademark smile is already on his idiotically kissable lips as the two of you lie next to each other in his bed. “you do this with all the criminals you catch?” you drawl, trying to ignore how your heart skips a beat as you see the way his green eyes twinkle in the light. “just the ones i think look best in a different type of handcuffs,” he replies smoothly without missing a beat, smirk deepening as he notices he's left you speechless. “plus,” his hand trails across your cheek, thumb stroking your skin for a split second before his smile turns devilish, “it'd be pretty hard for me to get them to the police station if i left them all unable to walk.” “ugh, heizou!” you swat his shoulder, and bury your face in the pillow as he bursts into laughter. “but seriously,” heizou taps your shoulder gently, almost hesitantly, and you peek up from the pillow to look at him. a soft pink blush dusts his cheeks, and his eyes flicker away from yours in a manner that seems almost shy, “you're the only person i'd do this with, criminal or not.”
✦ XIAO. [ vigilant yaksha ]
waking up next to you is like a little slice of heaven for xiao. he can barely believe that he, the corrupted conqueror of demons, is able to share a bed with a mortal who borders on angelic. you shift in xiao's embrace, tucking your head under his chin almost instinctively as your eyes open slowly, “good morning, xiao. did you sleep well?” he still gets embarrassed by your proximity, so his voice is a little curt as he responds with a pink blush darkening his cheeks, “adepti do not require sleep.” “ah…” you roll your eyes, but pounce on the opportunity to fluster him, “guess that's why you always want to go all night, hm?” “i-!” xiao's face turns an almost delightful shade of crimson and he looks away, “no respect for the adepti.” “not true!” you gasp with mock offense. cuddling up against him, you stick your tongue out, “i respect alllll the adepti. but my boyfriend? maybe not so much.” “you'll be the death of me,” xiao sighs, pulling you impossibly closer. “then i hope you'll die a happy man,” you giggle, threading your fingers through his jade hair. xiao's eyes slide shut from the feeling of you playing with his hair, and he murmurs a response that leaves you speechless, “after a life with you? certainly.”
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𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚
part 1
“You look pale,” Jeff comments making Eddie snort loudly.
Of course he looks pale, he’s got vampirism, doesn't he? But then again, so does Jeff and he looks great.
“When was the last time you fed?” He asks.
Eddie sighs heavily trying to reign in his bad mood. He knows Jeff’s just worried and wants to help, and he’s grateful to have run into an old friend from high school as soon as he moved into the big city. 
Because he’d be utterly lost without him.
He doesn't know where anything is, he gets lost in the subway, and he has no idea when he’s being charged too much for a muffin or suspiciously too little for a hotdog, or where all the blood markets are.
“Like, two weeks ago,” Eddie finally answers.
Jeff looks surprised but it’s not actually that bad, people with vampirism can go up to 4 to 5 weeks without blood. 
It’s not the same as those vampires from movies and books, they still eat food and they can stand in the sun with just minor cases of sunburn. There’s also the light sensitivity, making them all look like assholes wearing sunglasses everywhere.
Also, they are not allergic to garlic. Which, thank the heavens because Eddie loves garlic, a lot.
There’re a couple of side effects that do come in handy sometimes, like augmented hearing and smell. And the healing spit is super weird but nifty. No super strength regrettably, that would’ve been awesome.
Anyways, it’s like they have super anemia or something.
“I went to a blood bar, hooked up with some dude but. I didn't have a good time, at all. I kind of don't want to go back to bars for a while,” He elaborates and when Jeff frowns worried, he shakes his head,
“No, not like that. It’s just… the dude was like way too into it, you know? It kinda freaked me out.”
“What do you mean? Don't you find it hot? When you feed?” Jeff asks him, curious. 
Eddie nods quickly, “Yes, of course I do! It can be really sexy with the right person, but this guy, he was like- like way too loud and like, he was faking it? I don’t for who, though. And halfway through it, I started getting worried I’d accidentally hired someone instead of just hooked up and I didn’t have any money, and then I started thinking about money and my dick-”
“Ok! Ok, I get it.” Jeff thankfully interrupts him. “Dude, why didn’t you say something, I know of a place. I didn’t mention it before because it’s kind of boujee and handles itself a little differently.” 
“Oh? Do tell” Eddie tells him excitedly, he loves going to new places, especially if they are weird.
“Well, it’s real private, like ‘can’t get in unless you are on the list’ private. And it’s run by this girl. Blonde little thing, super cute. Scary as fuck. Everyone calls her ‘The Boss’” he says doing air quotes.
“Dramatic, I like it.” Eddie smiles.
Jeff chuckles, “So the gist of it it’s you go there and just hang out normally, like any other kind of bar. The place is beautiful, the music is good, and the drinks are delicious. But what's interesting about this place is the hostesses,” he says and even does a little pause for effect before continuing, “Similar to a blood bar there’re people there willing to be fed on but what’s cool about it is they get to choose.”
Eddie raises his eyebrows, “That sounds kind of fun, actually.”
“Right? And it feels, safer somehow? For them?” Jeff agrees and Eddie nods and smiles at him, waiting for him to keep going.
“Anyway, the hostesses choose and then you get to go upstairs and talk through what you want to happen, just feeding, sex, talking, anything they agree to, it's on the table. I once ended up just playing a game of Uno with the girl I fed on and two other hostesses that hadn't picked anyone that night.” he finishes and Eddie laughs delightedly.
“Ok, this place sounds amazing, what’s the catch?” 
“Well, you have to pay an entry fee, the drinks are expensive and there’s always the possibility you’ll leave empty-handed. The first time is free though,” Jeff says.
“Like drugs,” Eddie replies and Jeff nods solemnly, 
“You know the hostesses can be kind of addicting.” 
That night, on the way there, Jeff tells him they have to sign a guest list at the entrance,
“No one uses their real name, not because the place is shady or anything! But because they want to leave that choice to us and the hostesses if you ever get too close with one. It's not like, frowned upon.”
Eddie nods listening intently, he feels kind of nervous in a way he hasn't in a while, but he’s not sure why.
“Also, secret nicknames are fun! I’m known as Jay there. So please don’t dox me. Or yourself.” Jeff tells him.
After careful consideration, Eddie smiles and says, “I’ll be… Strider”
“Nerd”
“Shut up, you are just jealous you didn't come up with it yourself”
Jeff laughs, “You got me there,” he says, and then, “We are here” and he opens a big glass windowed door and vows to Eddie, inviting him in.
Eddie chuckles and enters and immediately almost runs into someone—a tall, massive guy with short curly hair and the shadow of a beard.
“Hey freak,” Jeff greets calmly, “He’s with me,”
Eddie cringes at the nickname, bad memories from high school bullying. But the dude just nods and gives Jeff the tiniest of smiles, so he figures it’s the nickname the bouncer chose for himself.
They enter and sign their name in the guest book, a girl about their age with dirty blond hair and hundreds of freckles on her nose and cheeks is there and she asks Eddie a couple of questions. Not in a weird way, but in a ‘you are new and I’m curious’ kind of way.
Eddie feels comfortable and excited as they go in.
Jeff was right, the place is beautiful. The lobby leads to a big room with high ceilings and fake candle-lit lamps. The chairs and tables are antiques and all different but roughly the same time period so they look good together. There’re old signs and posters from all kinds of drinks and different products adorning the walls. And the music is instrumental and oldie too, sounds like probably 40s or 50s.
It is incredibly boujee. But in a fun way, cozy and warm.
They get a seat at a small round table in a corner and Jeff lets Eddie look around for a while before asking,
“So? Weird right? It’s like stepping into another time,”
Eddie snorts, “Yeah, one that has no idea which time period it wants to repre- who is that?”
Jeff looks at where Eddie is looking and sighs, “Of course you noticed Sunshine,”
“Sunshine?” Eddie sighs.
“That’s what they call him. Because apparently he smells like flowers and summer and tastes like orgasms or something,” Jeff says amused rolling his eyes.
The guy, Sunshine, is probably the prettiest person he’s ever seen in his life, definitely the most beautiful man in this room. His face is a contradiction of sharp and round angles that is just absolutely perfect, and he’s wearing a black suit that clings to his body like a second skin, showing off his big shoulders and his tiny waist. He’s looking around the room with big, brown eyes that look bored as he leans against a wall like he’s above it all, he’s a fucking dream.
Eddie swallows audibly and looks smirking at Jeff for a second before his eyes drift back to the man, “Tastes like what, you said” he teases and Jeff snorts.
“Not that anyone would know, as far as I know, he’s never taken anyone upstairs,” he tells Eddie in a conspiratory tone.
That makes him incredibly curious, “Really? Why is he still here then?”
“I don’t know for sure, mostly rumors but he’s the boss’s favorite, that’s for sure. Oh!” Jeff exclaims and then nods his head to a girl sitting on the other side of the room, in a big fancy-looking chair that looks more like a throne than a simple piece of furniture.
She’s got blonde hair up in a ponytail and she’s wearing a flowery dress but there's something about the way she looks around the room, something about the way people walk around her and look at her, with respect or fear, or maybe both. She’s fucking intimidating.
While Eddie’s looking, the girl from the front desk, with the freckles, comes to sit on a small stool beside the “throne”, there’s another one on the other side that’s empty. The blonde girl moves her hand towards freckles and she kisses it and then her shoulder and smiles as she leans in closer and starts whispering to her.
It’s kind of surreal. 
“That’s The Boss, and the girl from the entrance, that’s Sparrow. She’s her girl.” Jeff explains.
“Respect for looking scary in a sundress,” Eddie comments.
And Jeff nods, “Anyways my theory is, Sunshine is actually just a bodyguard and not a hostess but the people that come here like to think they actually have a chance with him, so no one says anything to the contrary.”
Eddie snorts and nods, it makes sense. It's actually very good marketing, just like the ‘the first one is free’ thing. That boss girl is really smart with her business.
Jeff and he get a few drinks and they chat calmly, Jeff isn't looking to go upstairs tonight, he only came by to accompany Eddie and Eddie knows he should be looking around, trying to make eye contact with someone, but he can stop staring at Sunshine.
He even looked at their table at one point, and Eddie thought he was going to faint. He was scanning the room as he apparently does every couple of minutes when he caught Jeff’s eye and Jeff lifted his hand in greeting.
And Sunshine’s face completely transformed, his bored calculating expression changed into a beautiful smile that made his eyes shine. He wiggled his fingers at Jeff cutely before going back to looking like fucking Droopy Dog. If Droopy was the sexiest motherfucker alive. It was amazing to see.
Eddie’s jaw almost hit the table and he turned to look at Jeff stunned and he just shrugged,
“Sunshine was one of the hostesses I ended up playing Uno with. He’s fucking vicious,” he says smiling at the memory.
Eddie chuckles as his eyes follow Sunshine moving across the room, he just can't. Stop. Looking.
But the thing is, Sunshine is looking back now. Keeping eye contact with him obviously and unashamed. It’s thrilling and it makes shivers run down his spine.
He watches as Sunshine sits on the stool on the other side of The Boss’s throne and grabs her hand and holds it, intertwining their fingers. 
The Boss and her girl turn and look at him and the three of them start whispering, looking at him.
“Dude,” he says and turns to Jeff to see if he’s seeing what he’s seeing.
Jeff looks from him to the whispering party, “Un fucking believable, first time here and tonight is the night Sunshine is taking someone upstairs” he says looking fed up, but clearly in a joking manner.
“Is that what you think it’s happening? No way,” Eddie shakes his head as Sparrow says something that makes The Boss chuckle but Sunshine speaks up and she sobers up immediately. Curious.
“He’s looking right at you, he probably went to ask Sparrow about you,” Jeff insists.
“Maybe he’s looking at you”
“He’s seen me before,” Jeff scoffs.
He’s about to reply but their conversation gets interrupted by someone shily clearing their throat. A girl, a hostess, is looking at him with curious eyes, and shit… she’s cute and looks like a nice person but, Eddie can’t- he needs to know what those looks from Sunshine meant.
He needs him.
He looks back at the group quickly to see Sunshine and The Boss in deep conversation and Sparrow… is she glaring at him?
He rejects the girl, as nicely as possible and Jeff scoffs and murmurs ‘unbelievable’ under his breath again as Eddie turns to look back at Sunshine.
Who is walking toward them, holy shit.
“Holy shit,” Jeff says and then moves to stand. Eddie grabs his wrist and tries to pull him back.
“Wait what are you doing, dont-” But Jeff frees himself and starts walking away,
“Good luck!” He sings songs and then leaves him alone.
part 1: you are here
part 2: 👄
part 3: 🩸
bonus content: ☀️
ao3: 🌙
art: 🦇
coffee?☕🥐💕
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