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lecsainz · 3 months

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˒ ⌕ CUTE MOMENTS

summary: some cute moments if you were dating one of the characters from the riordanverse.

an: my inspiration is running low 😭

( my last work for riodanverse || go to main masterlist )

˒ ⌕ CLARISSE LA RUE

Clarisse returned to her cabin after a day of training, only to find you cozily wrapped up in her oversized hoodie. The sight made her heart skip a beat. "Hey, that's my hoodie," she grinned, a playful glint in her eyes.

You looked up, a shy smile tugging at your lips. "I hope you don't mind. It's just so comfy."

Clarisse chuckled, walking over to you. "Nah, looks better on you anyway." She slid her arms around your waist, pulling you closer. "Besides, it's not like I mind sharing with my girl."

You blushed at the affectionate words, leaning into her embrace. "You're the best, Clarisse."

"Damn right, I am," she teased, leaning down to steal a quick kiss. "But you make my hoodie look even better. Maybe I should let you borrow it more often."

˒ ⌕ PERCY JACKSON

Percy returned to his cabin, tired after a day of training and quests. As he entered, he noticed a familiar figure curled up on his bed. It took a moment for him to register, and when he did, a surprised smile crept onto his face.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" he whispered, not wanting to wake you.

You stirred, blinking sleepily at him. "Hey, Percy. I...uh, might have dozed off waiting for you."

He chuckled, finding your presence more delightful than any surprise. "You're adorable when you're asleep, you know that?"

You blushed, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. "Sorry for intruding. I'll go back to my cabin."

Percy shook his head, moving closer. "No way. You're staying right here." He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back onto the bed. "This is the best surprise ever. I wouldn't want to come back to an empty cabin anyway."

You snuggled into his embrace, feeling completely at ease. "I might have left a surprise for you too."

Percy raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? What's that?"

With a sly smile, you pulled out a small bag of blue cookies. "Blue chocolate chip cookies. A little something I whipped up for you."

Percy's eyes lit up, and he grabbed one eagerly. "I love you, you know that?"

Your cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, and Percy's laughter filled the room. He placed a gentle kiss on your blushing cheek.

"I love your cookies and you," he teased, his expression softening. "I mean it, Y/N."

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you replied with a shy smile, "I love you too, Percy."

˒ ⌕ LEO VALDEZ

Leo couldn't help but grin as you fussed over a small scrape on his arm, your eyes filled with concern.

"Hey, Sunshine, what's with the worried face?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

You sighed, "Leo, you need to take better care of yourself. You're always getting hurt."

"Ah, it's just a little scratch. I'm practically fireproof, babe," he teased.

You rolled your eyes, but your concern persisted. "Seriously, Leo, let me help. I don't want you getting hurt all the time."

Leo's expression softened as he looked into your eyes. "Alright, alright, Nurse Y/N, do your thing."

As you rummaged through a first aid kit, Leo couldn't help but admire how adorable you looked, completely absorbed in caring for him. The thought crossed his mind – he was the luckiest demigod in camp.

When you returned with antiseptic and a bandage, Leo flashed a sly smile. "Does this mean I get a kiss for being a good patient?"

You blushed, trying to hide a smile, and replied, "Leo Valdez, you're impossible."

He winked, "But you love it."

˒ ⌕ LUKE CASTELLAN

As moonlight spilled across the camp, you emerged from your cabin, a sheepish expression on your face. Luke, who was sitting by the fire, noticed your arrival.

"Hey, couldn't sleep again?" he asked, sensing your restlessness.

You nodded, a slight blush coloring your cheeks. "Yeah, I thought... maybe I could sleep with you tonight? If that's okay."

Luke's eyes lit up, and he patted the space beside him. "Of course, come here."

You settled beside him, feeling the warmth of the fire and the comforting presence of Luke. As you nestled into his side, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close.

"Much better?" Luke inquired, his voice filled with tenderness.

You nodded, appreciating the security of his embrace. "Thanks for always being here, Luke."

He smiled down at you, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Anytime, sweetheart. I love having you in my arms."

˒ ⌕ ANNABETH CHASE

You were quietly sketching in your notebook, capturing the essence of Annabeth's features with each stroke of your pencil. Lost in the moment, you didn't notice her approaching until she peeked over your shoulder.

"You drawing something interesting?" Annabeth inquired, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

You looked up, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. "Maybe," you replied cryptically, revealing the sketch of Annabeth you had been working on.

Annabeth's eyes widened as she saw herself on paper. "You... you drew me?" she asked, a hint of surprise and shyness in her voice.

You looked up, a warm smile on your face. "Guilty as charged. Couldn't resist capturing your beauty on paper."

She blushed, clearly not accustomed to being the subject of someone's artistic attention. "I didn't know you could draw so well."

Leaning in, you pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Wise Girl."

Her blush deepened, but she couldn't hide the small smile that played on her lips. "Well, keep drawing, then," she said, feigning nonchalance.

˒ ⌕ JASON GRACE

You sat in front of your vanity, engrossed in the process of applying makeup. The soft hum of a song played in the background as you carefully blended shades on your eyelids. Unbeknownst to you, Jason lay comfortably on your bed, observing your every move.

"Wow, you really know what you're doing with that stuff," he remarked, a lighthearted smile playing on his lips.

You turned to see him lounging there, a teasing glint in his eyes. "I'm just experimenting. What do you think?"

Jason propped himself up on his elbows. "You don't need any of that to look amazing, you know?"

You felt a blush creep up on your cheeks at his sweet comment. "You're biased."

He chuckled, getting up and walking over to you. "Maybe a little, but you're beautiful with or without makeup."

With a gentle touch, he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. The sincerity in his eyes made your heart flutter. "I'm the luckiest guy to have you," he whispered, leaning in for a soft kiss that lingered, leaving you with a warm and fuzzy feeling.

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dottieisdotting · 1 month

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Baby Fever C.S.C

requested?: yes @urperfectcinnamonroll07 (go show her page some love too,it's rlly good)

pairing(s): Husband!Choi Seungcheol x afab!reader

genre: fluffy at the beginning and end, smut

warning(s): Bid dick!Cheol, PiV sex,unprotected sex (wrap before you tap,ladies and gents),degrading,praise,breeding,Oral (f!receiving),Seungcheol being a girl dad,

summary: your daughter's ask for another sibling and Seungcheol and you make their wish come true

word count: 3k (LORD-)

A/N: so I kinda went a little over ther board with this one but anyhoo enjoy this Cheo, brainstro of mine and make sure (if you'd like to) like,comment and reblog. make sure you eat,drink and rest,loves Yaha mwah xoxo

You and Seungcheol had the cutest family in the world as some would say. Two wonderful 4-year-old daughters Darae and Cheon-sa, with your looks but Seungcheol’s pout. They were so adorable and had you,Seungcheol and the rest of seventeen wrapped around their little fingers.

Luckily tonight was yours and Seungcheol’s date night so the girls were taken to his mothers. So you sat in Darae’s and Cheon-sa’s shared room packing and playing with them. You helped burp a doll and also put them to sleep . you hear someone clear their throat and look up from the floor,Seungcheol walks in,the girls running to hug him shouting and squealing. His gummy smile and dimples show as he bends down to pick both of them up.

Their giggles fill the room and make your smile widen, standing up,brushing off your pants, you walk over to your husband and your children. Giving him a pat on the back as you leave the room,a small smirk on your lips. It was now his turn to be dragged to dolls play whilst you got the last of the girls’ things together for a couple nights to grandma’s house.

”Darae,Cheon-sa, c’mon time to go to grandma’s” like clockwork you hear the patter of their feet on the hardwood floors of the hallway running to you at the door. They had huge smiles on their faces,also carrying a stuffed animal each. They sit on the floor whilst they ‘help’ you put their shoes on. Darae says something unexpectedly ”Mama,daddy we want another sibling” your eyes nearly pop out of your head when she says that as they both clap their little hands in union.

Seungcheol just stares down at you with that all knowing smirk as you nod ”another? Well you'll have to wish very hard at grandmas to see if it can come true” your voice was soft as you were so close to them. You kiss their cheeks and forehead before standing up and kissing Seungcheol goodbye as he goes to take the children to his mothers house.

It was now your time to get ready for your date. You shower and take about one and a half hours doing everything right to the T. Leaving the bathroom with a robe and a towel,drying your hair, you head to your shared bedroom and sit at the vanity. You start to blow dry your hair,knowing it would take a while. After around 30 minutes it had fully dried and you now were deciding if you should curl or straighten your hair. With 10 minutes of debate to curl your hair and pin it back whilst you do skincare and makeup.

Seungcheol came back and walked into the bedroom seeing you in just a robe doing your makeup. He walks behind you and tilts your head backwards and leans down pressing a short kiss to your lips.

You continue on with your makeup, making it perfect whilst Seungcheol goes to get showered and dressed too. He walks into the bedroom, brown hair dripping and a towel wrapped lowly around his hips causing you to see his happy trail and V line.

You couldn't help but stare at your husband through the mirror of your vanity. ”stare much,sweets?” you lower your head,shit, you've been caught. But you couldn't help it, your husband was one fine motherfucker.

You shake your head and bite your lip and continue to do your makeup as he gets dressed in black dress pants,black button up and a black tie (yk what i'm on about) but he walks out with his shirt undone whilst you were trying to zip your dress on. Your dress was stunning. It was red, ironically Cheol’s favourite colour, a slit ran up the left leg to mid thigh and it was tight, making your body show off all those perfect curves of yours. For shoes you wore your Christian Louboutin red bottoms. A gift from Seungcheol because he missed you during one of his tours with SVT

”Cheol,could you zip me up,baby?” Seungcheol nods and zips your dress up,leaving a small kiss on the back of your neck before he turns you around and wraps his arms around your waist and leans in,kissing your lips leaving you breathless. He pulls away and smirks after seeing your face. He buttons up his shirt as you watch. You spray your perfume and you were done,grabbing your little purse and you walk out of your shared room.

Seungcheol joins you and wraps his arm around your waist,kissing the side of your neck lightly and leading you to the door ”lets go,yeah. We’ve got a reservation at 8, sweets” he leads you to his car and opens the passenger side door for you, you get in and he closes the door before walking around to the drivers side. God, he looked very hot right now.

He gets in and buckles up before turning on the engine and reversing from the drive and starts to drive to the restaurant. His hand stayed permanently on your thigh the drive there and when you got there he opened the passenger door and held your hand like the gentleman he is.

The restaurant itself is quite elegant, the walls and furniture are all carved from dark mahogany wood with brass decorations and accents. The lighting is soft and warm, with several candles lit on each table. The smell of fresh food cooking comes from the kitchen, and the air is infused with the scent of lavender and rose petals. The staff is friendly and attentive, making sure to cater to each customer's needs. The food is delicious and prepared with great care, showcasing the best in local delicacies and culinary arts.

One of the waiters took you over to the table and Seungcheol ordered some wine,he wouldn't drink much since he was still driving home later. 10 minutes later the waiter comes back with two wine glasses and the wine of Seungcheol’s choice. She leaves the table with a smile as Seungcheol pours the wine into the glasses before picking his up and waiting for you to do the same. A soft clink of the glasses before each of them take a sip of it,bodies relaxing as this indicates they were definitely kid-free now

They order their meals and eat with little stories of their girls,and family. You also mention that Darae wanted another sibling subtly and he raises his eyebrow and smirks slightly,nodding to the subtle comment. You finish your food and dessert and after Seungcheol pays the bill and buys another bottle of wine for the house, you get to driving home.

At home, it was peaceful,for once it wasn't a mess of girls' toys everywhere. It was quiet too,no screaming,screeching and crying for once. You slip off your heels whilst Seungcheol walks to the kitchen,pouring some wine into 2 wine glasses he got from the cupboard. He sees you walk to the kitchen island next to him and he smiles,kissing the crown of your head softly. ”hi sweets” he smiles,showing his cute dimples. You couldn't help but smile ”Hi Cheol” you reach to take a glass of wine,bringing it to your lips and sipping on it before it goes back onto the kitchen island.

Seungcheol grabs your hips,pulling you towards him. ”sweets? Dance with me please?” you nod as yours and Seungcheol’s wedding song plays softly through the speakers. You smile and think back to the wedding,the memory still so fresh in your mind as Seungcheol spins you carefully before kissing your lips tenderly.

You kiss back,your hands lace in his hair tugging ever so slightly, he lets out a low moan as you feel yourself becoming wetter with every move he makes. He pulls away,lips a little more red. ”fucking hell, c’mon sweets lets give them another,hm?” you knew it wasn't an actual question because he knew the answer already. You nod and lean in again,bringing his and your lips together into another kiss,this one longer,more passionate with a hint of need.

His hands wrap tightly around your waist pulling your body causing you to almost grind against him. You moan into the kiss as his tongue passes your lips. It swirls around yours as he occasionally sucked your tongue. You break the kiss for some air ”i want another” you say breathless,chest heaving ”give me another,Cheol please” he nods and throws you over his shoulder,slapping your arse for good measure and walking to your shared room.

You bite your lip as you get to the room,the door is kicked open and you are thrown on the bed, you look so helpless,so needy,all for Seungcheol. He turns you over,zipping your dress down and taking it off you and throwing it somewhere in the room. He leaves you bare only in laced underwear.

Seungcheol kisses up your legs ghosting over your sex and continues his kisses up your body,slightly biting and sulking little marks everywhere.

He gets up from you and undoes his dress shirt, his muscles showing, it had you almost drooling. His happy trail makes him look hotter.

He kneels on the floor,grabbing your legs and pulling your hips to the end of the bed. Your cunt level to his face, an obvious wet spot takes up the middle of your underwear. Seungcheol licks his lips, he wants you so badly. His fingers long and thick hook around your underwear, his mind telling Jim just to rip them,but he couldn't. If he ripped that pair, that would mean he had ripped at least 6 pairs of your underwear in the last couple months.

He was nice enough tonight since he had bought you the pair for the date after all. So finally he pulls down your underwear,throwing them over his broad shoulder. He blows hot air onto your clit making you shiver and whimper slightly. He smirks again,standing up. You whine at the loss,wanting him to eat you out.

He laughs softly at how needy you have become. He reaches over to grab a pillow giving you a soft peck on the side of your face as he does so. He taps your hips twice signalling you to lift them so he could place a pillow so he could eat you out better. ”hips,sweets,lift em’ for me” so you listen and lift them,the soft pillow slides under and you get comfortable . ”Why aren't you a good girl? Keep listening and I'll fill you sweets , so deep, make sure you will carry my child again.”

Another thing about Seungcheol is that he had mastered dirty talk to the T and it was perfect. The right amount of praise and degradation was mind-blowing. It got you off so well. He loved the way your body reacted to his voice,his touch. You didn't know but it made him all fuzzy brained, he truly loved you so so much and he was an acts of service guy so he'd fuck you any time anywhere.

He kneels back down in between your legs, hooking them over his shoulders,the pillow giving you extra leverage so your sex is closer to his mouth. ”c'mon sweets, pull me to where you need me so badly. Oh baby you're dripping” you take your shaking hands and lace them in his brown hair as his dark eyes stare up at you. You tug on his hair,pushing his lips to your clit making you moan in relief. He sucks at your bundle of nerves making your legs clench around his head. Seungcheol had always said that he would die a happy man if it was in between your thighs,fucking you with his tongue and his fingers.

He continues to suck at your clit,occasionally nipping at it making your hips jump as he smirks against your pussy. You tug on his hair letting the moans tumble from your mouth with no shame, you didn't have to be quiet plus Seungcheol liked your moans and whimpers,it showed him how you liked it. His tongue enters your heat quickly,licking all your juices making him moan lowly in delight as you get louder,coil in your stomach tightening every lick. You keep tugging at his hair,pushing him further into your sex, his nose hitting your clit beautifully. You back arches off the bed,toes curling as you moan out a mantra of just Seungcheol, his name rolling off your tongue as the coil is ready to snap. ”g-gonna cum,fuck… please,Cheol” he hums in approveal as the coil snaps and your orgasm wracks through your body. But that doesn't stop Seungcheol, he keeps going,suckking and licking your release as he helps bring you back down. He carefully removes your thighs from his head as he kisses them gently,the aftershocks of your orgasm still running through your veins.

He loved you like this. All spread out on the bed,fucked out from only one orgasm. His smug look sits on his face as he knew he was the only one that could make you like this. He leans down and catches your lips in a messy makeout. Your hands go to his pants,trying to undo them whilst staying in the kiss. You undo them and tug them down,leaving Cheol to handle the rest as you break the kiss to breathe.

You lay back further on the bed as he rids himself of his dress pants and boxers, his cock hard and red tipped leaking with pre-cum. You spread your legs, your arousal dripping onto the pillow below. ”aw,poor sweets, so needy. You wanna be filled don't you? Stuffed full till you're pregnant with my kid again,hm?” All you could do is nod and mewl his name. That stupid smirk on his face again as he tugs at himself before lining his cock to your entrance. He teases you by only entering the tip making you clench around him ”Cheol,please” you beg for him just to take you but he continues to tease by only fucking you with his tip.

You sit up slightly and hook your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you as you leave small pecks around his neck and jawline. You roll your hips as he pushes in further bottoming out as his head falls into your neck. He leaves you,still, to get used to the feeling of his cock in you after some time you simply whisper ”move,cheol-ah” and he experimentally rolls his hips as your head falls back,exposing your tits and Seungcheol takes the opportunity to move his head,mouth sucking at your nipple making you lift your head in surprise as his thrusts continue. ”fuck! Gonna breed you so well, sweets. Gonna fill you up so much,nice and deep with my cum. Give you a kid, give you my kid”

His mouth got dirtier and dirtier and you couldn’t help but to respond to it ”fuck yes! Please! Give me another,w-want your kids cheol” his hand grabs your jaw and forces your head down,making you look at the bulge in your stomach from his cock,hitting your g-spot effortlessly. Your eyes were filled with tears as the second coil in your stomach tightened once more. Seungcheol speeds up, thrusts becoming a little sloppy as he nears his climax too.

One particular hard and deep thrust has you seeing stars as you cum. Your body is exhausted as you lay down. Seungcheol keeps his thrusts going as your legs tremble, he grabs one of your legs and hooks it around his waist. All you could do was moan and shake. Not long after you feel Seungcheol come,spilling his release deep inside of you,filling you up. His hips continue to move,fucking all the cum back into you,not missing a single drop, not letting it go to waste.”there we go,keep it nice and deep for me sweets, do that for me”

Seungcheol carefully slips out of you,you whine at the lost sensation. ”I know sweets, I know but we gotta clean you up. I'd love to stay inside you all night,but not tonight” he says that with a small pout as he toddles off to the bathroom, butt-ass naked as you couldn't help but stare. Admiring your husband’s ass and back muscles, also the tattoos that sit at the top of his neck.

He comes back, coming over to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder. You squeal as he laughs carrying you over to the running bubble bath. He gently places you down on the floor,holding your waist as you steady yourself. You stare down at you like you're the only one in existence to him ”God, I'm so in love with you” Seungcheol leans down and kisses you gently before helping you into the bath,filled with bubbles of your favourite scent.

”I love you too,Cheol. I swear on it. Till death do we part” you make space for him to get behind you in the bath as you relax onto his chest,interlocking your hands with his and resting them on your stomach. ”Maybe the girls will get a sibling after all” you say softly as the scent of the bubbles fill your nostrils and you almost fall asleep,being all exhausted due to the ‘session’ you and Seungcheol just had.

”I really do hope we have another little boy,but another girl wont be so bad. I've already got you,Darae,Cheon-sa and Kuma. i think and i pray to the universe that it will be a baby boy,hopefully,sweets”

A/N pt2: thank you to all those lovely people who have got my stories/imagines to over 200 likes, it's actually mental that it would happen but thank you. good night and good morning. I rlly hoped you enjoyed this piece of mine and more is incoming soon xoxo

#choi seungcheol #seungcheol x reader #seventeen seungcheol #seungcheol smut #seungcheol fluff #seventeen x reader #seventeen #svt

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wanderingelvis · 4 months

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Omggg cg!Elvis x littleF!reader who’s sick and keeps slipping into littlespace cuz of how sick she is so he takes care of her despite the possibility of him getting sick? 🥺

Thank you so much for the request!! I hope you like it <3

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Word count: 2,135

Pairing: Early 70's CG!Elvis x Little F!Reader

Oh Lord, you were trying so hard, so so hard to be a big girl.

You knew that Elvis had so much on his schedule, the Colonel was working him and you too by default. You'd been on the road with Elvis, helping out where you could like the good little girlfriend you were, but it had become all a bit too much and you had caught some sort of bug that was making you feel all kinds of miserable.

And when you were ill, well, that was the most sure fire way for you to slip into little space. You just weren't very good at being independent and coping with the overwhelming and horrible feelings you were having.

But you were trying, you really, really were. You didn't want to interfere with the schedule, Elvis had a lot on his mind and you'd be damned to cross paths with the Colonel when there was so much money to be made. Even when you were feeling your best, you still didn't like to even be in the same room as the Colonel.

All morning you'd felt achey, sore and tingly all over with a fever creeping in. Naturally, you'd been quieter than usual, trying to stop yourself from slipping but it was becoming inevitable.

Your body just wasn't strong enough and you felt exhausted and vulnerable as you sat in Elvis' dressing room as he did a run-through of his show tonight.

You'd found a spare blanket and you were curled up in the corner of the large couch as members of staff and the Memphis Mafia alike walked past you, a few giving concerned looks your way, in particular, Red, who watched as you rested your head on your arms and closed your eyes.

See, being in the state that you were in meant that you had absolutely no concept of time and when you were woken from the light slumber you were in, you had no idea how long you'd been asleep for.

"Baby?" That familiar deep, Southern voice hushed, laced with concern as your eyes sleepily opened, staring up at Elvis who was studying your state with worry on his face after Red had told him that you seemed unusually low today.

You blinked adorably up at him and if you weren't so apparently sick, Elvis would do the most unspeakable things to you.

Elvis sighed, realising how wiped and sick you were as he put the back of his coarse hand on your forehead to check your temperature, which was far too high for his liking.

You couldn't bring yourself to speak, you felt all achey and sore and your head was just so fuzzy that you were pretty much ready to let tears spill down your cheeks.

And Elvis could tell. He'd been with you for long enough now to know your little space 'tells'. You'd go non-verbal, your eyes would get all big and round and glossy, because even after all this time, you still got nervous about being little in front of Elvis - a fact that Elvis actually thought was very sweet and endearing. You'd start chewing on something too, whether it was your toy stuffy, your lip or your fingers, you'd chew on something as you tried to get all your thoughts in order. And there you were, chewing on your lip as you trembled from the fever.

"Oh little one, you ain't feelin' too good huh?" Elvis cooed, to which you shook your head ever so slightly. "Oh baby. Need me to look after you, princess?" Elvis asked as you pushed yourself up feebly, the blanket pooling by your waist as you nodded and rubbed your eyes sweetly.

Effortlessly, Elvis scooped you up in his big, strong arms and your head automatically went to rest on his shoulder as you began to chew on your fingers anxiously, wanting this horrible feeling to go away.

"Y/N is comin' down with somethin' nasty, I'm gon' take care of her, let everyone know they can go home, I ain't leavin' her today." Elvis said to Jerry before he carried you to his private elevator that took him right to the suite that the two of you shared at the top of the International.

As soon as the doors closed, Elvis began to rock you gently. "Gon' get you undressed baby, take off all yer clothes and get you in the tub, give you some medicine that's gon' make you feel all good n'better then we're gon' get you into bed to rest n' take it easy. How does that sound pretty girl?" Elvis soothed.

You nodded into his shoulder, feeling vulnerable and weak as he held you tightly, you couldn't help but let out a couple of sniffles too.

"Little one, d'ya think you can use your words f'me?" Elvis said. He knew you'd go non-verbal whenever you were feeling overwhelmed and little, and usually he wouldn't push you, but when you were feeling little and sick, he needed to know that you could still understand what he was saying and there wasn't anything more serious that was underlying.

"J-Just, don't feel good Daddy." You whimpered and oh if Elvis' heart hadn't broken in two when he first saw you on that couch, it certainly had now.

The name that you'd just called him was definitive confirmation that you were deep in little space and you needed to be treated as delicately as possible.

"I know baby, I know you don't, Daddy's gon' take care of you." Elvis promised, kissing the top of your head as you got out of the elevator into the suite.

Elvis wasted no time in taking you straight to the bathroom, sitting you atop the bathroom the counter as he rolled up the sleeves on his blue silk shirt, one that you'd actually picked out for him because you thought he would look "extra pretty" in it and began to run the bathtub full of warm water for you. He then went through the bathroom cabinet, through the one that held all of the medicines you may need for any particular reason, before he found the right one for your fever and chills.

"Now, you gotta be a brave girl f'me, I know this don't taste too good baby, but it's gon' help make you better, 'kay?" Elvis said as he poured the medicine onto a spoon, ready to feed you as you watched on, grimacing a bit, you hated having to take medicine.

"I don't wanna..." You practically whispered.

"Darlin', I know it ain't nice, but you gotta take it like a good girl, can you do that fr'me?" Elvis said, his tone becoming a little sterner than before, you taking your medicine is not something he was going to compromise on.

You nodded but not without small tears forming, making Elvis feel quietly guilty, he wished that it was him that was sick, he'd give anything to swap places with you. It really did pain him to see you in this state.

"Okay, open them pretty lips fr'me angel, just like that, good." Elvis encouraged as he fed you the spoon with the medicine.

He used his pointer finger on his other hand to poke just under your jaw ever so slightly to close your mouth around the spoon. "Good." He hissed, nodding in approval at how good you were being.

Slowly, he took the spoon out of your mouth as he studied your face, your eyes staring up at him as your nose scrunched up at the sour tasting medicine.

"Baby, that medicine ain't gon' do a damn thing stuck in your mouth like that." Elvis half-heartedly chuckled, knowing you were being a little too stubborn for your own good. "Swallow." He commanded gently.

And, like the good girl you were, you did just that - although with a grimace on your sweet little face the entire time.

"Good girl." Elvis praised softly, as he began to take off your clothes for your bath.

You watched as his coarse, ring-clad hands traced your skin, causing shivers to travel through your already sensitive skin. Elvis hushed you reassuringly, saying sweet nothings to reassure you that you were okay, that he was your Daddy and he was going to make you better, and you believed him.

After you were fully undressed and after Elvis checked the water temperature, Elvis helped you into the tub where you instantly loved the sensation of the hot water on your shivering skin.

"Does my little girl like that?" Elvis smiled warmly as he watched you smile for the first time today, even if it was only a small one.

You nodded as you brought your knees to your chest to rest your head on your knees, your head tilted so you could watch your Daddy.

Elvis grabbed a loofah and took to gently washing you, getting you all soapy and lathered up in the suds as he watched you practically preen in delight at his touch.

"Bein' such a good girl fr' Daddy, ain'tcha?" Elvis soothed.

"Yes Daddy." You said sweetly, your eyes closed in bliss as Elvis continued to wash you all over.

"That's right, that's my girl." Elvis praised as he held out one of your arms to wash it, as if you were some sort of a doll for him to move as he pleased. You were so malleable and so sweet and Elvis loved nothing more than to take care of you.

When Elvis was done washing you, he scooped you up out of the tub and wrapped you up in a fluffy towel, holding you tightly and peppering you in kisses, eliciting a few soft giggles from you.

He knew you were feeling little, you were so overwhelmed and he knew the last week had taken it's toll on you. You were a little people pleaser, so much so, that you'd taken on much more than sweet, little you could manage. You would comply to anyones request and you'd caused yourself to become burnt out and Elvis couldn't help but feel responsible for not stepping in sooner - even if he knew that if he had stepped in, you would've begged him to let you help out as much as possible because you were just a little angel sent from heaven. Elvis quickly got you dressed into your favourite pyjamas that you wore when you were feeling little. They had cartoon horses on them and you'd adorably named each one, one morning whilst Elvis was reading his paper and drinking his morning coffee.

He took special care as he dressed you, mindful that your body was still tender and sore.

As Elvis led you to your bed, you began to feel all drowsy and achey again, making you extra clingy and needy with Elvis, but he secretly didn't mind.

Elvis tucked you up in bed and placed your stuffed bunny in your little grasp, smoothing back your hair that had fallen in front of your face.

After placing a kiss atop of your head, Elvis began to make his way from the bedroom to let you sleep before he heard a whine come from your lips.

"Oh honey, what's the matter?" Elvis cooed, making his way back to the bed before you reached out your arms wide and made grabby hands at Elvis, making him chuckle ever so.

"Daddy, stay," You whimpered. You were not in any fit state to not be close to Elvis. "Don't go, need you." You mumbled cutely.

Elvis smirked as he began to remove his shoes and get atop the bed, next to you, placing one arm across the pillows where your head rested so that you were able to slot into his side and snuggle into him as you clasped onto your stuffed bunny too.

"I ain't goin' anywhere baby, now rest your eyes honey, you need to get your strength back little one." Elvis instructed, his fingers running through your hair, sending shivers through you as you let your eyes close.

Elvis continued to play with your hair as he reached over to his bed-side table with his other hand and grab the telephone.

"Jer? Yeah, Jer, tell the Colonel to tell whoever needs to know that the show ain't happenin' tonight, reschedule, cancel, I don't care. I gotta take care of Y/N, ain't no way I'm leavin' her tonight, not in the state she's in. Okay. Thanks Jer." Elvis said into the receiver before putting it down again.

You couldn't help but feel bad as you nestled into Elvis' side. "Daddy?" You said meekly.

"Yes baby?"

"You don't got to cancel your show Daddy." You said softly, your big eyes looking up at his blue ones.

"Little one, I ain't ever wanna do a show if you ain't in the crowd." Elvis said firmly and you knew he wasn't going to budge on the matter - and with that you drifted off in the arms of your Daddy.

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greywritesthings · 1 month

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overwhelmed

Spencer Reid x Autistic!Reader

Warnings: description of overwhelm? sensory overload if there's any more let me know!

A/N: not sure what the inspo what behind this but here it is, i am working on another longer fic so this is a filler for the mean time, likes, reblogs and comments appreciated! Im autistic so i have a bunch of stuff I'd like to put in for a second (possible series?). For specific senarios ect ect please feel free to send them to my ask box!!

Requests are open for Spencer Reid! Disabled & multilingual characters encouraged

Part 2

Masterlist!

The buzz of the air con unit, the incessant hum if the fluorescent lights, the constant chatter of the co workers you were unfamiliar with all came together to create an almost physically painful environment. You adored working in the BAU but these days where it was lengthy paperwork done on painfully bright computers with the general hubbub of the office made you want to scream. It often ended with Hotch sending you home with paper files to do with spencer but he was off today and you were still intimidated by Rossi so couldn't ask him. Spencer would normally ask for the both of you but he was out with Hotch, they were doing a local death row interview together. You were exhausted and it wasn't even eleven am. You decided to stop by Penelope's office who had made it as sensory friendly as possible once she found out about your autism, something you had appreciated immensely, especially for days like today. “Hey pen? Can i stay in here for a bit?” You ask, walking into the dim room. “Sure thing sugar, you can stay in here for the rest of the day, Rossi told me to come get you for a thing anyway so come over here my fine furry friend.” she beacons you over to the seat next to her.

You couldn't have gotten out of the office faster. Penelope had helped as much as possible but the sensory overload was too much from nine am and you haven't been able to do anything about it aside from chew on some ice every so often.

The idea of taking the subway home made your skin crawl, but you hadn't brought your car to the office this morning, driving was also being far too overwhelming. You would have called Spencer but you had no idea when he would be home given death row inmates either got really chatty or liked to drag on the interview. You decide to just sit on the curb for a while allowing the cooler night air to calm you down enough so you can try and get on the metro without crying.

You weren't sure how long you were sitting there, legs curled tightly against you, head resting against your knees and back pressed against the wall but you flinched when someone walked up and tapped you on the shoulder and scrambled to stand up. “How long have you been out here?” the stranger asks in the darkness. As your eyes adjust you realise its Hotch, meaning Spencer is probably here too. You just shake your head with a pleading look hoping he wouldn't ask you any more questions tonight. “Spencer is in the SUV, I've told him to take that home to save you both taking the metro tonight. Go home, tomorrow's paperwork will be dropped off at your house.He didn't let you get a word in edgewise so you just nod, thank him and wish him and Jack a goodnight, setting off towards the remaining SUV with the lights on.

“Hi honey, you okay?” Spencer asks as you hop into the car, throwing off your blazer before settling in and pulling on your belt. “Bad day?” he asks again trying to gauge how your day went without getting you to talk. You just nod as you reach across to put a hand on his thigh to try and signal that you were okay, just exhausted in every sense of the word. You tap his thigh three times then five, three to say I love you then five to encourage him to talk about his day and not worry about rambling even if you didn’t respond.

Once you get home you drop your things and make a beeline for the couch, flopping face down and screaming into the pillows. “Bath, shower or later sweetheart?” He knew you wouldn’t go to bed without showering but also knew you were too overwhelmed to do anything that required mental effort right now given the whine you let out into the cushions at his question. “I'm going to order some Thai, then do you want to get changed and we can watch a movie? He suggests. “Nada en inglés, por favor” is all you mumble back. He was used to your disdain of English, despite it being your first language. You knew bits and pieces of French, Spanish and German prior to meeting Spencer but since meeting him you had come to learn some Korean and Russian. “Okay dear, i'll go order, you get changed.” he says as he leaves the room going to the phone. You drag yourself off the sofa across the apartment to the bedroom. Grabbing Spencer's caltech sweatshirt and joggers from the bed that you had left there this morning and throwing your suit in the hamper to be washed tomorrow.

You spent the rest of the night curled up under the weighted throw Penelope had knitted you for Christmas on your first anniversary at the BAU and watching old Russian movies. Spencer played with your hair until you fell asleep contemplating how he was going to get you to bed without waking you up.

#greyswritings #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #criminal minds

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pablitogavii · 11 months

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Reader is on the phone with her guy friend and Pablo is jealous and want attention and stares at the reader and tries to hug the reader all the time and she pushes him away and he’s sad and then she’s done and him being sad and moody like a little child and in the end he just smashes his face in her chest and want attention and is whiny and like a baby

"Amoooor!" Pablo yelled plopping himself on the couch besides you as you showed him to be quiet since you were on the phone.

"Lo siento..Quién es?" he asked and you whispered the name of one of your best friends form Uni who btw is one guy Gavi hates with passion. He says that you spend too much time together and that he is definitely "thought about you naked" to quote him.

"What does that cabrón want? It's almost midnight!" Pablo said and you placed your hand on his mouth so your friend doesn't hear the insults leaving your boyfriend's mouth for no reason.

What you didn't expect was for Pablo to start kissing your hand and when you pulled it away he groaned moving closer promising to stay quiet if you let him cuddle with you so you folded.

"No, for sure..if you need any help with it let me know" you were talking about his attempt to ask your friend out on a date but Pablo hated that you will spend even more time with him to help with whatever the hell he needed now. Pablo was getting so jealous although he would never admit such a thing!

Pablo started to kiss your neck sucking on your sweet spot mischievously but you pulled away giving him a death glare.

"You promised, cariño.." you whispered and he smirked up at you starting to move his hand underneath your shirt.

"I promised to be quiet nena..can you be quiet when I touch you like this huh?" he was cupping your breasts but you quickly got to your feel sitting on the sofa all alone focusing on your call.

Pablo was agitated grabbing his phone and scrolling through TikTok while you finished up your call in peace. He was so adorable when he was behaving like child hehe

"Alright, take care and I'll see you tomorrow at school!" you said hanging up and putting your phone away before moving to sit back besides your boyfriend who was ignoring you on purpose.

"Really Pablito, using my silent treatment against me?? Come on cariño, the call wasn't that long.." you said kissing his face but he still didn't say a thing although he desperately wanted to let out his frustration.

"Why is he calling you this late at night!? Is he your second boyfriend or something!?" Pablo couldn't stop himself and you giggled at his jealous reaction. Didnt this boy know you were head over heels in love with him??

"He's not my boyfriend..because my boyfriend is un campeon de La Liga..and he is España Golden Boy...and he is the most handsome guy in Barcelona..and" you spoke while kissing from his face to his jaw and neck suddenly stopping your movements.

"And?" he said making you chuckle and look up from his neck to meet those beautiful eyes that melted your heart.

"And the love of my life.." you finished sitting up and Pablo smiled wide forgetting all about his previous frustration before leaning in and putting his face into your chest leaving sloppy kisses while you ran your fingers through his messy curls.

"I just want cuddles amoor.." Pablo whined and you kissed the top to his head shaking yours with a smile on your face.

"You're mi bebé Pablito" you said to his cute pout kissing his nose and then pecking his lower lips playfully.

"I'm a man princesa!" he said making you chuckle in response.

"But you want to be mi bebé tonight, don't you?" you raised your eyebrows and he folded nodding his head and nuzzling his face into your neck.

"Don't tell anyone..." he said not liking anyone but you knowing about his 'soft side' since he was known as Mr. Tough Barça Midfielder out there while in here he was your little bebé Pablito...<3

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tenabrye · 1 year

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Omg your trigun writing!! Would you write a Reboot Vash Stampede oneshot of Roberto’s sick of Vash and the readers pinning so he “accidentally” books them into the same room with a single bed? You’re choice is it’s just fluff or mild smut but either way thank you!!

I really enjoyed writing something as cute and adorable as this.

A small sigh fell from Roberto's lips as he watched the way Vash interacted with you. He could see it. Anyone could see it. The way that both of you danced around one another's feelings. It was tiring to watch. Couldn't you both see the way the other liked you, see how much they did? Ah, he supposed not, considering how long this went on for. Four months was too long for you both to not notice this. He had to do something, and he was.

The next town was a ways away, and the heat was already getting to everyone in the vehicle. Meryl and Roberto were seated up front, with Meryl driving and the older man staring intently into the rearview mirror at the three squished in the backseat. You were seated in between Vash and Nicholas, the former having practically smushed himself up against the car door so that you would have enough space. Despite having his head turned to look out the window, he couldn't help but glance at you from the side every so often.

The other man was passed out in his seat, head leaned back and lips parted slightly as he softly snored. Your eyes closed as you let out a small yawn, causing Vash to smile softly. "You should sleep," he told you, causing you to look at him with opened eyes. His head was now turned, eyes fixated on you as the smile stayed on his face. "We probably won't hit town until evening."

"Yeah," you smiled, yet soon let out another yawn. Vash was right. That, and there really wasn't much use of staying up since all there was to do was look out the window at the sand dunes. Your head leaned back and you tried to get comfortable, eyes closing as you softly exhaled. The soft movement of the vehicle slowly lulled you to sleep, your soft snores causing the blond beside you to smile.

Vash watched you as you slept, eyes soft as he admired your calm and content features. He then stilled when you stirred in your sleep, your body moving closer to his. He raised his arm and allowed you to cuddle into his side, his arm soon lowering as it gently wrapped around you in a protective manner. Roberto watched it all happen from the rearview mirror, his eyes soon being met with the azure pair belonging to the blond. The older man chuckled softly at the way Vash averted his gaze, as if embarrassed he was caught. If only he knew was to come later.

Night was slowly approaching by the time you reached town. You were gently woken by Vash, his soft, smiling face the first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes. "We're here," he told you. You glanced around, noticing that you were the only one still in the vehicle. "Everyone is inside. Meryl and Wolfwood are taking care of dinner, and Roberto is getting our rooms for tonight."

Your lips curled into a smile as you unbuckled yourself from the seat. The blond stepped back as you got out of the car. "I can't believe I slept that long."

"It wasn't as long as you might think." You raised a brow at Vash and he chuckled. "Meryl drives fast, so it only took two hours. We did have to stop a few times for breaks, though."

"At least we finally made it. I've missed the feeling of sleeping in a bed." You let out a small sigh as you stretched, your shirt rising slightly, to which the man quickly turned his head from. There was a small flush of color in his cheeks, but you couldn't notice.

"We should probably head inside before Meryl comes out," he said, and you chuckled in response. The woman was small, yet incredibly feisty when she wanted to be. Heading into the inn, you saw Roberto writing in the guestbook while Wolfwood was seen leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets with his firearm propped up against the wall, beside him. Meryl was sitting down at a table, a small menu in her hands as she scanned the contents.

The woman's eyes flicked up once she saw you and Vash. "They don't have very much to offer, but I think smoked Thomas would be fine for us." You nodded in agreement, your stomach making a small growling noise that had the blond chuckling. You were about to speak up when Roberto walked over.

"The rooms should be ready after dinner," he said, and you gave him a small nod. He eyed you before doing the same to Vash. The young man furrowed his brows and his lips parted, but Roberto held a hand up. "Although, they didn't have enough rooms for each of us, so some are roomed together."

"Who's sleeping together?" Heads turned as Wolfwood spoke up. He could have worded the question differently, you thought.

Roberto only shrugged. You felt nervous now. Did the inn randomly put people together, or was Roberto simply not wanting to say that he was the one? You weren't sure, but you would have to wait until after dinner to find out who you were roomed with. Part of you wanted it to be Vash, yet the other part didn't. The more nervous part.

You were still nervous about the situation during dinner, and it caused a certain someone concern when he noticed you were barely touching your smoked Thomas. "Are you alright?" Vash whispered, eyes soft when you turned to him and smiled as you gave a small nod. He frowned. "Is the meat not good?"

"Ah, no," you told him, "it's delicious, actually. I'm just nervous..."

"Is it the rooming situation?" He asked. You nodded and he shook his head. "Don't be," he told you, "it's just for one night, right?" He was right, again. This would only be for one night. Besides, what were the odds of you sharing a room with Vash, anyways? Slim. Very slim. Right? Right. He noticed how much calmer you had gotten and he smiled to himself before he continued eating his meal.

The rest of dinner was shared with laughs and both Roberto and Wolfwood having one too many drinks, but it was all in good fun. Being back in a town felt good. Getting to sleep in a bed rather than in the back seat of a car, let alone camping out on the sand, would feel good. Though now it came time to see who was roomed together. Roberto and Wolfwood were roomed together, and Meryl was able to have her own room. That meant that you and Vash were...roomed together.

You glanced at him and he smiled softly at you. That was what you could see on the outside. The inside? He was nervous. Really, really nervous. He wanted to tell you that you could have the room and he could sleep in the vehicle, but he knew you wouldn't agree to that. "You can have the bed," he said, slipping past you and heading to the room, "I'll take the floor."

You shook your head at that. "No, you can have the bed and I can take the floor." He stopped at the doorway and turned to face you, a small frown on his face. You knew he didn't like that idea. You only mimicked the frown and unlocked the room with the key, opening it to show a large bed up against one side of the wall. It had a nightstand on either side of it, and it looked big enough for two, maybe three, people. "Maybe we can share it?"

Share it? Together? With you? The poor blond felt like having a meltdown at the thought of being in bed with you, his cheeks already looking flush with color. Then again, you were right. The two of you were both consenting adults. "It's big enough, yeah."

He let you shower first, though he didn't count on you saving him some hot water. He took a bit longer in the bathroom than you did, but you didn't mind. It gave you enough time to pick a side of the bed and crawl in. The sheets were soft, cozy, and they smelled clean. If it weren't for the current situation, you would've fallen asleep already.

Vash soon finished and was hesitant to join you in bed. If he had a room to himself, he would've slept without his shirt. Since you were here, he couldn't do that--he wouldn't do that. He didn't want you to see the scars littered across his body. So, instead, he wore a comfortable shirt and his usual black pants. You turned and saw him standing on the other side, frowning at the way he stared at his half of the bed. "Are you not wanting to sleep in the bed?" You asked.

He shook his head. That wasn't it. That was far from it. "No," he said, slowly pulling the covers back and sliding in beside you. You both stayed quiet and very much awake for who know how many minutes, until he spoke again. "I was nervous." You stayed silent, letting him continue. "I was nervous to share a bed with you. I've never shared a bed with anyone like this, let alone someone I like."

"Like?" You questioned, body turning to face him. He did the same and nodded. "Like, or like-like?"

"Like-like," he chuckled, the corners of his lips pulling upwards into a smile. "Do you like me?"

You nodded. "Of course I do," you told him, "that's why I was so nervous about this."

Vash scooted closer to you, his nose barely touching yours now. "I guess there's no need for us to both be nervous now," he said, his voice now soft and low. You nodded in agreement and continued staring at him. "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes," you answered almost immediately after he asked. You didn't even have to think about it because you knew. The blond smiled even more before he closed his eyes and leaned in. You did the same and felt a shiver up your spine when his lips touched yours. They were soft and slightly dry from the outside heat, but you didn't care. It was finally happening and you couldn't have been happier. You'd often dream of such a moment, and it finally happened.

Once you both separated from the kiss, Vash snaked an arm down and around you, pulling your body even closer to his. "I think it was fate that did this," he said.

"It does work in mysterious ways."

Neither of you knew it was the exact opposite. Neither of you knew that it was Roberto who did it all. And you never would know. At least not at the moment.

#trigun #trigun stampede #trigun vash #trigun stampede vash #vash the stampede #trigun sfw #vash sfw #vash the stampede sfw #vash x reader #vash x you

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kzuhasgf · 9 months

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late night worries

pairing — huh yunjin x 6th member!reader

it's late, and yunjin finds her way onto your bed. you soothe her worries.

tags — gn!reader (ethnicity friendly), idol!au, genre — fluff, hurt/comfort, romance word count — 1,574

notes — I couldn't sleep tonight, so I made this instead. reader is the same age as yunjin

busy schedules, busy dates. it's common for idols to have their days, weeks, and months booked and planned out, so it wasn't practice for you to maximize and make the most out of your free time.

you and the girls have been extremely busy, which has become even more exhausting in recent weeks as you prepare for your "Flame Rises" tour, which will take you and the girls to different parts of asia.

nothing could keep you and your bandmates from giving it your all and making your first tour as successful as possible. you didn't want to, but you have overworked yourself here and there, but not to the point where it seriously affected you.

hours of long practice later, you and the girls walked back into your dorm, eunchae's eyes drooping from how drained she was. sakura used the little energy she had left to reheat some homemade food she had made days prior, hoping everyone could still eat a meal before heading to bed.

after having a quiet dinner, you all sleepily waved to each other, "goodnight," retreating to your rooms after washing up and relaxing. everyone seemed to fall asleep once they climbed into their beds, but you and yunjin had other plans.

you had no idea she was even awake. you were still up because you enjoyed having skincare routines and dressing in your comfiest clothes before going to bed, but also because you wanted to pamper yourself before another day of exhaustion began.

you patted your cheeks and lightly washed your hands after you applied moisturizer to your face. you went through your closet, taking out your favorite pajamas and hoodie (unsurprisingly yunjin's), putting them on before stretching and plopping onto your bed.

you breathed a long sigh and curled up in your blanket, falling asleep, your eyes tired from being open for so long.

it had been at least thirty minutes, and you were still dozing off. you drifted to sleep, then slowly opened your eyes again, repeating the process. some things kept you awake at night for you to be this way, but it happens to everyone, so it was okay.

your lover seemed to be going through the same thing.

yunjin couldn't help but sit up from her sheets after an hour of tossing and turning, unable to sleep due to the worries that knawed at the back of her mind. she walked through the hallway, footsteps light, before stopping at your door and turning the knob.

she peeked her head in, noticing you left your night light on, and she smiled and adored you, eyes softening, before quietly stepping in and closing the door.

you heard someone enter during your light sleep, and you raised your head, not processing anything, until you saw your girlfriend kneeling beside you, looking adorably yet unusually lost.

"baby? what are you doing here?" You slurred.

"y/n," she fidgets with her fingers.

"oh, can't sleep? c'mere."

with a sleepy smile, you welcomed her, and she gladly crawled under the covers and into your loving arms.

she laid her head on your chest, and you ran a hand through her hair, humming and kissing the crown of her head.

"what's wrong, baby?"

yunjin felt hesitant.

"I'm... scared. and nervous." you hummed again, remaining silent so she could speak.

"I've never been so tense before. the last time I felt like this was when the rankings were announced during produce 48,"

hearing that made your head perk up. albeit sleepy, you still cared about your girlfriend and her well-being, so you tried your best to stay awake despite everything in your body telling you to shut down.

yunjin, your lover who knows you so well, noticed your eyes closing repeatedly and thought you were so cute that she smiled and took a second before kissing your lips.

"you don't have to stay awake, my love. I just need someone to listen."

you nodded at her and closed your eyes, listening to her open about her problems quietly.

"I'm scared for our tour because it's the first time we've ever had one, and it's also my first time experiencing one. sakura and chaewon unnie have done this before, so they might not relate to me. for kazuha and eunchae, I've found it difficult to talk about how I feel because I don't want to burden them."

"they're much newer to the industry than I am, and sometimes, it makes me think that I shouldn't feel this way."

hearing her concerns and what they were about made your ears perk up a little. because you knew yunjin, and hearing her this distressed jolted you awake to some extent.

she always looked forward to performing, and she always looked happiest when she was on stage. you knew this well, so her nervous and unsure demeanor made you slightly concerned.

"continue, baby."

"and sometimes I don't know what to do. you're the only person I want to turn to because I know you understand me, and you'd never judge me because you love me for who I am."

"you... love me."

"I love you, jennifer." you nodded in agreement.

"it's so difficult now that everything's sinking in. are we really going on tour in two weeks? am I even prepared for it? what if I don't satisfy the fans well enough, and what if they don't like our performances?"

"all our practices have also been so exhausting. and I'm so, so tired."

"but I have to fight through. I have to because I'm not the only one going through this. the other girls are doing this, you're doing this, and just because I'm feeling a little worse than the rest of us, does that really mean I have a say in... anything?"

you shook your head, not liking her words one single bit.

"baby, enough. you're just feeling sorry for yourself now. don't invalidate your feelings like that."

"I-" she paused, pressing her face closer to your chest, then quietly said, "I'm sorry, my love..."

you sighed and furrowed your brows, apologizing for being too direct. yunjin meant the world to you, and you both knew she valued herself more than this. everything that was going on was wearing her out and her emotions.

"you can tell me anything, baby. and you know what? I'm so glad you did."

"because I am here to tell you that you really are the greatest person I've ever met. whether you're on stage, doing random dances in the practice room, chopping fruits in the kitchen, strumming on your guitar, writing songs, or lying in this bed with me,"

"nothing will ever change my mind. you are the greatest, and everyone around you thinks the same."

"you've always put yourself and your enjoyment first, so why should it be different this time? just because it's our first tour? this is my first time experiencing this too, and even though I'm also tired from all the work we've been doing, it will all pay off in the end, trust me."

"we get to see all of our fans, who are so eager to cheer, support, and watch us strengthen our bond as a group. I'm worried about making mistakes, but instead of viewing it as something to bother me, I try to look past it and be positive about it."

"I'm also looking forward to the time we'll be spending together and the hardships we go through during it."

"and, most importantly, we should not forget that you are the huh yunjin. that is who you are. you have millions tripping over for you, baby. I am actually so lucky to have you. you always look and do your best when you're having fun, so when the time comes that we have to perform, try to look on the bright side of things and enjoy, okay?"

"you. are. amazing. I love you." you repeatedly poked her nose.

yunjin was rendered speechless. she had no words to say... and didn't even realize she was crying until you put your hands on her face and wiped her tears away. streaming down her cheeks, she exhaled before closing her eyes and resting her face in the crook of your neck.

you gently patted and stroked her back, humming one of the songs she made for you in return.

"It's okay, baby, I'm here."

she quietly sobbed, wrapping her arms around your neck, sniffling, and wetting your (her) hoodie with the emotions she'd been holding in for so long.

"I, I-"

"shh, it's okay, baby. breathe."

she began hyperventilating, all her worries crashing down on her, clouding her thoughts. but eventually, it faded, and you did nothing but the best of your ability to comfort her and help her calm down. she thanked you profusely, wondering how she had met someone like you in this lifetime and how happy she was to be your lover.

"and, one last thing. jen?"

"mhm?"

"you will never be a burden to us, okay?"

she just smiled and nodded through her tears, hugging you again tightly. "okay." she whispered and closed her eyes.

you had no idea how you ended up together and how your paths intertwined, but you didn't want it any other way.

actually, you would want it in any other way. as long as it was with her.

and as long as you could do this, you would always want it, time and time again.

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ending notes — OH MY GOD I'M A GENIUS I'm an actual genius

#yunjin x reader #huh yunjin x reader #yunjin imagines #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim fluff #le sserafim imagines #yunjin #huh yunjin #🍃kachi's works

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jjkeremika · 5 months

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Moonlight

description: Mikasa sneaks out to see the boyfriend (eren) her parents don't approve of

pairing: eren x mikasa, eremika (aot/snk)

(warnings ?: "smoking weed", groping, spanking, oral(mikasa receiving), fingering, penetration, mention of daddy, virgin!Mikasa)

It was at the dinner table at the end of the meal when she finally worked up the courage to ask. "Hey mum, dad," she started quietly, crossing her ankles. Last night they almost didn't let her go. "Is it okay if I stay at a friend's house tonight?"

Her dad sighed, and Mikasa deflated slightly. She knew what the sigh entailed. They were about to look at each other.

Her parents looked at each other knowingly, both of them recognizing that the moment they'd discussed last night was already happening.

"Mikasa," her father's loud voice commanded Mikasa's attention from her mother's lack of eye contact, "we know that you aren't really going to Sasha's house."

The weight dropped in her stomach -- oh no. She started playing with the ring on her finger, the unsettling and uncomfortable tingle of being caught spreading down her spinal cord. She silently prayed the heat rushing to her face wasn't visible.

Mikasa's eyes shifted between her two parents, who sat stoically, her father's stern expression digging holes into her skin, her mother's unreadable.

Mikasa inhaled deeply, hoping that she hasn't been silent for suspiciously long. "That's because I'm going to Historia's," she responded slowly, trying not to shrink in front of her father.

"Oh," was all her mother added, sinking into the wooden chair slightly.

"Isn't she the one who introduced you to that boy?" her dad asked. Mikasa swallowed, she didn't think they remembered that tiny detail. "Are you sure he won't be there? Are you sure you're not just leaving to see him?"

She didn't answer in time.

"No. You're not leaving tonight," he commanded. "That's final." He stood and left the table, exiting the room without so much as glancing at Mikasa, who sat in her chair, sad and irritated.

She rolled her eyes as she watched her mother chase after her husband, leaving her to clean up the table.

Eren had called her around ten, asking why she cancelled and if he could see her anyway, park down the street and sneak in through her window. She laughed, a sound which made him smile even through his car speakers. "My dad would kill you."

"Not if I kill him first," he responded, and she could practically hear the foolish smile on his face. She rolled her eyes but it sparked a laugh anyway.

"Oh my," she breathed out after laughing, "I'd be sad without my dad though. What then?"

"I can be your daddy," Eren replied, his tone more serious than earlier. "We both know you already want me to be."

To say she was at a loss for words would be an understatement. She wanted to force a laugh, play along with the joke, but the warmth brewing between her legs and the curling of her toes held her back.

The thought made her blush in a way she didn't expect. More unholy thoughts flooded into her mind, visualizing the muscular, brown-haired man kissing beyond her lips and neck, caressing spots on her body that have never been touched.

Eren hummed to himself at her silence. He was just messing with her, because the way she flustered afterwards was so adorable he couldn't help it. But usually she was stammering, yelling something along the lines of, "Eren! You can't say stuff like that!" with red cheeks and avoiding all contact.

So her silence was... notable.

He was waiting for her to say something, she knew that. But the one phrase unlocked the gates and now her imagination ran wild, reels of Eren kissing and touching places she's never noticed playing nonstop, tingling sensations of how she thought his touch would feel appearing on her skin.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come over?" Eren asked again.

Mikasa wanted to thank him for changing the subject, but his question didn't tame any of the wild thoughts trampling her brain.

"You can't come over," she answered, her throat the driest its ever been. "Like I said," she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, "my dad will kill you." I can be your daddy.

Eren felt his trousers tighten as the same thoughts entered his head. He recognized her uneven breathing, the slight tense tone change. He couldn't not recognize it, he'd heard it pressed right to his ear before, when she finally let him kiss her neck. "Right."

The silence only made the blood pumping to their pelvises more noticeable.

After a few moments of the quiet seeping into their bones, they exchanged goodnights and sleep tights and ended the call.

Around two hours later, still awake as her wild thoughts led her down a horny internet rabbit hole, she received a string of texts from Eren, telling her to look outside.

There he was, waving happily at her. She put on her pajama pants and shoes and opened the window, climbing out and leaving a wooden stick to prop it barely open.

Eren led the way to his car with their hands entwined, trying to get away before anyone noticed. He held her hand as they drove to a nearby beach, Mikasa softly singing along to the music.

He took her to a beach, the two of them finding a spot near the car. Eren sat down first and pulled Mikasa onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her to hold her in place.

Eren leaned back lightly and fussed with his pockets to pull out a lighter and roll pack. Mikasa played music quietly on her phone, humming along even more softly, and watched the bundled white smoke escape into the open air, shining in the light of the clear moonlight.

He watched the waterline and sky, being careful to avoid blowing smoke near her face, as she admired the moonlight kissing his skin, highlighting his features in a breathtaking way. She felt her breathing stop when he looked over at her and smiled, her heart skipping beats.

Mikasa held her hand up, non-verbally asking for him to pass the roll. He held it to his lips, inhaled deeply, then put it out. Almost immediately after his hand was on her cheek and angled her face so that his lips were on hers, letting the smoke drift into and out the sides of their mouths and he pried her lips apart with his tongue.

She was so distracted and surprised with his kiss she forgot to inhale. Probably the point. He never let her smoke.

She wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him in place, feeling dizzy from the smoke that made it through or the sudden kiss or a combination of both.

She rearranged herself in his lap without breaking apart, keeping her hands on his cheeks to prevent him from pulling away, not like he was planning on it anyway. She leaned into him until he was leaning back onto his elbows, Eren letting her take control of the kiss and resisting the urge to grind his hips under her.

Mikasa rotated her hips and Eren moaned, the action taking him by surprise. He used his core strength to lift slightly and moved his hands to her neck and back, restraining from reaching for her ass or grabbing her hips too tight.

As they kissed to music of the waves, the sound of their lips colliding together matching the sound of the water crashing into the shore, Eren's hands slowly slid down her back to her butt, yielding to the tempting feeling in his lower abdomen and firmly grabbing the round cheeks with a hard grip.

"Eren!" Mikasa yelped, giggling, and he smirked when she didn't push his hands away. Eren smacked one cheek before taking hold of both cheeks and dragging her closer, moaning at the friction against his growing erection. "E-Eren," she moaned out, tilting her head back as he groped at her cheeks and kissed at her neck.

"Yes, baby?" he whispered huskily, causing the skin underneath his lips to tingle at the vibration. Her open mouth twitched into a smile at the new, pleasant feeling racing to her pelvis. "What can I..." His lips on her skin felt ghostly, the extremely soft tingle so very enticing. "...do to you?"

Eren's hands dipped into her pajama pants while she processed his question, while she struggled to process the sudden blood rush and warm feeling that rapidly ensued. "Oh, I meant for you," he corrected, smirking, softly biting her shoulder to keep her from pulling away.

The feeling of contradictory fabrics rubbing against the palms and backs of his hands turned him on, and it made finding the exposed soft skin of her butt and thighs so much more titillating.

"Hmpf, I, I, ahhh." Moaning felt like all she could do as he pawed at her bum and kissed along her collarbones, feeling the blood pumping to and the liquid leaking out of her pelvis. His hands felt so strong and rugged and his grip was so firm and warm.

"Well?" His voice dropped octaves as it laced with sultry sex, with an unprecedented grumbling neediness she's never heard from him before. "Do you want to stop?" he asked, grabbing her ass and using his arm strength to grind her onto his lap, manually rotating her hips. She was too breathless to form words and her mind was lagging but she shook her head fervently and grabbed his head, pulling him closer to her chest, just above her cleavage, he could feel it.

He brazenly bit the shirt fabric between her breasts, his teeth just grazing against the thin skin under the shirt, realizing just now that she wasn't wearing a bra. She arched her back, puffing her chest out for him, and he felt her breasts brush against his cheeks.

One hand slipped out from her pants into the sand, supporting his weight as he sharply pushed his crotch up into hers, smirking and admiring her euphoric smile as she gasped.

She never answered his question. "Do you want to keep going, angel?" He could already feel the pre-cum leaking into his briefs.

This feeling of his hard erection against her inexperienced clit was new and enticing and favorable and a high she desperately needed to chase. "Yes," she immediately breathed out, starting to grind down on him with more haste, more need, "yes, yes, yes."

Eren's hand held onto her neck and he pulled her in for a long kiss. "Let's go back to the car," he mumbled against her lips, to which she rapidly nodded in agreement.

He gripped her thighs and suddenly lifted her over his shoulder, then stood up to walk to the car. She blushed deep red as her face and hands were close to his ass and her ass was so close to his face and the arm that wrapped around her waist to hold on her felt so tight and secure and it all made her so warm.

Her cheeks invented the deepest shade of red when she remembered the wet spot on her panties that she just knew he could smell. Little did she know it was making his mouth water, making him harder.

He finally put her down in front of the open back passenger door, onto the seats already put down, gesturing with his hand to enter first. He lightly smacked her ass repeatedly as she climbed inside, each one making her smile widen and evoking a giggle.

Eren scrambled in after her, quickly shutting the door and locking the car. Mikasa's phone continued to play music as Eren's hands reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it off effortlessly.

The sight always took her breath away, and she was so distracted drooling over the sculpted abs and deep collarbones and defined pecs and hard nipples that she didn't even register that he'd slipped his jeans off.

She gulped when her eyes trailed down his abdomen, following the deep lines pointing to the prominent tented fabric, blushing and rapidly lifting her eyes back to his chest.

His airy chuckle was soothing, massaging out the breath she was holding. "It's okay," he said as he moved closer, still smiling, sitting next to her and holding her neck, "you can look." He kissed her quickly, then rested his forehead against hers. "I like when you look at me."

There was a slight pause, a settling hesitancy. "I like looking at you," she whispered softly, chasing his lips and kissing him again, following the adrenaline coupled with desire. She shut her eyes tight and held her breath. "And I like when you look at me."

He pulled back slightly so he could look at her entire face, rubbing his thumb against her cheek. "Oh, I love looking at you." It was dark, extra dark with the cover of his car, but the moonlight shining through the windows lit up her features, a shining halo outlining her whole body. "Almost as much as I love yo--"

He cut himself off, tightly shutting his eyes and scrunching his face like he'd revealed a secret he shouldn't have, like he'd spoiled a plan, ruined something special. Mikasa's eyes widened slightly, feeling her heart swell and the words I love you too lodging in her throat. blocking off the airflow.

"I didn't say that," he added quickly, nervously, fearfully, "unless... unless you..." Eren eyed her carefully, struggling to read her expression in the shadowed light.

Actions speak louder than words, and the words were lost on her anyway. Immediately Mikasa was removing her shirt, bending awkwardly to pull it over her head. She stared at him afterwards, giggling at his dropped jaw and dilated irises that were fixed on her perky nipples.

She was pleasantly surprised at how comfortable she felt with him, with their clothes on the seats, with his eyes fixed on her body. She didn't feel scrutinized; she felt admired. "Do you want to take my pants off?" she asked, surprising Eren with this sudden erotic confidence.

His eyes flicked up to hers and his dick twitched. "Oh, baby, there's a lot I want to do to you." He reached his hand out and cupped her breast, rubbing his tough palm against her hard nipple, his fingers squeezing the flesh. Their lips met in the middle, engaging in frequent short kisses, Eren leaning over her until her back was flat to the seat. "I'd be honored to take your pants off."

His lips worked down to her nipple and his tongue played with the pointy nub as his hands slid down her naked sides until they connected with the soft fabric. He pressed his head into her chest and lightly bit the skin, swiftly removing the pajamas simultaneously.

He thoroughly enjoyed the sight of his girlfriend beneath him, almost fully naked and squirming under his touch. She squeaked when he pinched her nipple. He smiled at the noise, wondering what else she sounded like.

One hand returned to her breast and the other tightly gripped her butt, Eren moaning when he felt the damp--no, wet fabric between her legs. He kissed hastily towards the spot as soon as he found it, the smell making him salivate and more eager with each sloppy kiss.

He looked up at her once his nose reached the panty line. "Can I please eat you out?" he sounded breathless, starving, like just the thought of licking her out was stimulating his anticipatory feedback loop.

"I don't know what that means." The deep blush on her cheeks was permanent now, with the mental image of Eren's face just above the warmest spot of all now taking residence in her brain. A dangerous image.

"Then can I show you?" He was subconsciously inching his mouth closer and closer, taking the edge between his teeth, praying to his goddess that she says yes.

She nodded, willing but nervous. "Please keep my bottoms on..." she added quietly, starting to feel exposed. The nerves from the unknown were starting to crawl out from under her skin, and the excitement and adrenaline were causing her heart to beat faster than it ever had before.

"Okay," he whispered against her gut, his hot breath tickling the skin just below her belly button. He looked up at her with calm green eyes, a soothing meadow of vibrant grass asking for her to fall into, to relax, and pressed a light kiss to her abdomen. "Okay."

Mikasa craned her neck awkwardly to watch as Eren returned his attention to her skin and lowered further down, until his cheeks were touching the insides of her thighs. Her stomach fluttered as she saw him deeply inhale and lick his lips, and she gasped in embarrassment and covered her eyes with her hand when Eren glanced up at her quickly before pressing his open mouth just above the wet spot, over her clothed clit.

She could feel his smirk as he sucked on the fabric, as he tried to introduce her to the sensation of his head between her legs. She could feel his lips and his tongue through the thin lace, and, when he moved the fabric to the side and his tongue touched her so wet and so sensitive skin, the tingling warmth suddenly spontaneously scattered through her blood to the rest of her body.

"Ahh!" she cried out at the foreign feeling, at the texture of his wet and cool tongue on her hot, untouched skin, adjusting to the heat and waves of pleasure after each swipe of his tongue against the small bundle of nerves.

"E-Eren!" The sound of her repeatedly rambling out his name traveled straight to his cock, and he just had to move a hand from her thigh to his erection, barely satisfying himself physically as he greatly satiated his thirst for her. "Oh, Ere-ahh!" He didn't even really need the physical touch; he could definitely cum if she let him eat her out for long enough.

Her thighs were starting to squeeze against his head and he moaned at the pressure, at the idea of her pushing his mouth further onto her, pushing him to pleasure her more. But the feeling was starting to become tortuously pleasant, almost unbearable, and as her toes curled and as her fingernails dug into his shoulders and as the blood roaring in her ears blocked out every other sound, she orgasm-ed.

"So wet, holy fuck," Eren incoherently mumbled as more fluid flooded out of her pussy, forcibly holding her thighs closer to his tongue to prevent her from pulling away, to force her to feel him sucking and licking--all of it, overstimulation and all.

"Eren, st-ahh! E-Eren, please, stop," she whined breathlessly, the sensation too overwhelming but his grip on her was so tight.

Eren released his hold on her thighs and lifted slightly, crawling over her until his face was in front of hers, only a nose's width apart. He wanted to kiss her, to prove to her how sweet she tasted, how badly he wanted her sugar high.

"You alright?" he asked, chuckling slightly despite still catching his breath.

Mikasa's chest was working overtime, her lungs overcompensating to acquire all the oxygen she moaned out and her heart still pumping to all the right places.

She nodded as soon as she could process his question. "That... felt... so... good," she responded breathlessly, having to take a breath in between each word, a blissful smile across her face.

"I'd love to make you feel even better." His eyes were darker, like the sun had set on the grasslands, leaving various shades of a darkening sunset to admire. Eren's lips pressed to her neck, kissing softly up to her jawline. "If you'll let me," he whispered just below her ear, the sensation trickling down the nerves and shivering up her spine.

Both of them made eye contact and she nodded, leading to Eren practically lunging onto her, their lips colliding a little more haphazardly than before, more greedy, like he was taking what was already his to claim.

He kissed down her neck, sucking and biting at the thin skin as his hand trailed up her thigh, back to that growing wet spot he loved. Mikasa released a shaky gasp as he pressed against it, pressed his fabric-coated finger into the wet hole.

He touched along her clit and ran his hands along the glistening muscles, and she moaned breathlessly as she adjusted to the unfamiliar touch.

"Oooh--Aaah!" Mikasa suddenly cried out when his finger slipped by the fabric and right into her, sliding in so very easily, evoking a surprising moan from her boyfriend as he considered how easily she'd take his cock.

She glanced down at him, eyes wide at the foreign feeling of an object inside her as he inserted a second, and Eren matched her intense stare, crooked his fingers, and started folding them and poking at the velvety tissue.

She couldn't describe it, but she liked this feeling more; the feeling of something filling an empty void--of him connecting with her in a new physical plane. The noises slipped effortlessly from her parted lips and the sweat slid down her body as he bit at her hips and thrusted his fingers in and out of her, alternating the angles and playing with the pace. More for himself.

"Please, daddy, I want you so bad," she demanded hastily, her voice thick with a lustful desire he's never heard before.

Eren froze at the phrase, the only sound being his rapid heart beat, contrasting against the fact that he could've sworn it had stopped. Each pulse rocketed to his cock, throbbing like it was pleading for him to listen to her, to do as she said.

"I knew you liked that," he muttered to himself, not even trying to hide the massive smirk as he lifted himself up slightly. "Are you sure, baby? Really sure?"

He started pulling off his boxers as she fervently nodded, and her eyes curiously dropped immediately to his painfully hard erection, pink and leaky like it was angry for going untouched, causing her face to erupt into various shades of pink.

"Yes," she was breathless, each gasp for air enunciated, "I want this. I want you." She reached her hand to the crook of his neck and pulled him closer, brought her lips to his. "Daddy, I need you."

He was kissing her within a heart's beat, arranging himself over her and moving her thighs around his hips, setting up his cock for what his fingers deemed the best entry angle.

"You have to tell me if it hurts," he mumbled against her lips, drops of worry reflecting the moonlight in his irises. She shivered as she felt what she presumed to be the tip against the muscles, barely touching--hesitating.

Eren didn't wait for a verbal response, only a simple kiss and head nod from her was enough to initiate the process, to start rocking his hips forward and entering her warm, wet, and welcoming cunt.

The pressure was different, and she had to bite his shoulder to take her mind off the stretching muscle--definitely bigger than his fingers. She felt him push endlessly deeper, wondering if maybe he wouldn't fit all the way, if maybe that was her price to pay for inexperience.

She could feel his cock pressing against her walls, could see her lower abdomen expand slightly as he pushed the last bit inside, gasping when his hips connected with hers.

He needed a minute too. To adjust. To reconcile with the countless emotions running through his head. To prioritize one thought and one thought only: pleasing her.

“Think you can take it, angel?” Eren asked lowly, barely taking her earlobe between his teeth before biting down on her shoulder, retaliating for the bite-mark he now proudly wore on his. "Still okay?"

Mikasa breathed out the word "Yes," fully incapable of forming coherent sentences with solid, substantial breaths, and he slowly pulled his hips away. Halfway out before slowly pushing back in.

The drag of his cock carried her body with it, probably developing a car carpet-rash on her back from being pushed up and down with each thrust. She kept her thighs tightly wound around his waist, ground back to keep the contact, to keep the pressure and the fullness inside.

She was rapidly calling out his name, tears forming in the corner of her eyes at the growing ache but the feeling was also fully overshadowed by the pleasurable waves washing through her, like each thrust was calculated to be that way. He soothed her with phrases like, "You're doing so well, baby, taking me so well," and "Such, such a perfect girl for me."

Eren absentmindedly picked up the pace, chasing his own euphoria, while Mikasa continued to wriggle underneath him, continued to rotate her hips and grind down onto his cock when it was already snug inside.

Her thighs were tightening the way they did before, and Eren could feel the sharp pain from her fingernails digging into his back, and he knew she was about to cum again, to scream out his name louder this time. She was whining out, like she was desperately trying to fight the urge, to keep the bliss coming. "Come on, baby, so close--so, so fucking close. Take my cock like Daddy needs you to, baby, the way you're meant to. Fuck, you were so made for me, so perfect for me."

"Eren! Eren, Eren, Eren, Eren, Eren!" She couldn't control it anymore and her body shivered with explosive euphoria, heightened by Eren's cock still fucking in and out of her and having just orgasm'ed for the first time earlier.

Eren pulled his cock out of her as soon as her body stopped trembling and he let himself go, cumming more than he thought he ever has. And when his eyes glazed over the beautiful, fucked-out girl beneath him with pink cheeks and a sore pussy, he felt his heart swell three times its size.

He kissed her, feeling his own eyes well up this time, but fighting the urge out of fear of worrying Mikasa, of making her think she did something wrong when she did everything so very right.

They layed on the lowered seats for another hour, just cuddling and talking about nothing of importance, before Mikasa checked the time and realized it was almost 5am, her parents were going to wake up soon, and she wasn't at home in bed, where she was expected to be.

They both rushed to put their clothes on--Eren asking if he could keep the soaked panties and Mikasa giggling, calling him gross, but still agreeing with that newly familiar tingle between her legs--and scrambled to the front seats. It was 5:30 by the time he was driving down her street.

"You can park in front of my house," she told him confidently, admiring his side profile and eying the slightly visible teeth marks poking from neckline of his shirt, making her blush as she felt the blood rushing to her unregrettably sore pelvis. "They shouldn't be awake yet."

He pulled into the driveway, parked, and turned to kiss his girlfriend goodbye. The long kiss was interrupted by a soft knocking on the window, and a fearful Mikasa pulled away to make eye contact with her mother, an unreadable expression on her face.

Eren waved goodbye to her mother, not wanting to speak for fear of Mikasa's father also being awake and not risking his presence.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to tell," her mother said softly, before Mikasa could even say anything. "I am going to get you on birth control, though. You think I wasn't doing the same thing at your age?"

#all i could think of when i listened to moonlight by kali uchis #eren jaeger #eremika #eren x mikasa #mikasa ackerman #aot #snk #jjkeremika #i have to tag myself bc i wrote it lmao #eren yeager #eremika smut #eren jaeger smut #mikasa ackerman smut #aot eremika #snk eremika #when i wrote think you can take it angel it corrected to think you can take it bagel and that’s hilarious LOL #eren x mikasa fanfic #also a little bit of daddy issues (neighbourhood) thrown in there lol #eremika thought cabin

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iloveaustinelvisandmannymore · 11 months

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Little mama 2

Part 1

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Unprotected sex, Breeding kink, Daddy kink, Praise, and Fingering, Degrading kink, Oral sex(fem receiving). Unplanned pregnancy, Mention of dark past, Infidelity, Almost getting caught, Abuse.

You awoke to kisses being placed on your neck to your shoulder. "Mornin' little one" a southern voice rang out of the otherwise silent bedroom. You giggled before turning around to face Elvis "Morning daddy" you respond smiling at the sight of him. The light shined bright out of the window, Illuminating the room.

"How'd ya sleep?" Elvis asked brushing a hair away from your face, an adoring smile on his. Oh, it felt like you slept on a huge soft cloud, it always does. After the first time you both had sex, you basically resided in his room. Of course, you still worked because you needed the money and didn't want to rise suspicion.

You had your room given to you by the hotel once you became Elvis's personal server. They wanted you to always be available.

"Just wonderful, heck I might like your bed more than you," you said playfully with a smirk. Elvis grasped dramatically "Well I can't have that can I?" Elvis said as he pushed you to lay on your back and kissed down your shoulder to the valley between your soft breasts, grabbing your left breast while suckling, and swirling his tongue on your right nipple.

"Oh!" You let out a gasp, entangling your fingers and tagging Elvis's ebony locks causing him to suck hard before switching to your other breast, his hips grinding against the silk bedsheets. He lets your nipple go with a 'pop' noise and traces kisses along your chest to your stomach to where you need him most. "Already, wet little mama?" Elvis teased a mischievous glint in those orbs you love so much.

He didn't give you time to reply before his mouth engulfed your swollen clitoris, swirling his tongue and flicking against it, his index finger playing with the entrance of your cunt in a teasing manner, with a harsh suck to your clit he plunges his finger inside, curling and uncurling against your sweet spot.

"Daddy." You whined, begging for him to let you cum. "Said it," Elvis commanded not once letting up on his attack on your poor pussy. "Please, oh please let me cum!" You wailed out, his fingers slammed into you one last time before he thrust them up as fast as he can, his palm rubbing against your clit as he did this.

"Cum, little mama," Elvis said in a soft voice, gaze locked upon your face, the knot finally snapped and you cummed on his fingers.

Elvis slipped his digits from you as you catch your breath, watching him suck his fingers clean of your slick, eyes looking into yours and a smirk on his face.

"What about now? Is the bed better than me?" Elvis jeered, "No." you giggled breathlessly. "Let's get up," Elvis said with a groan, getting out of bed, in his naked glory, you did the same after looking at his gorgeous body, and you both got dressed and went your separate ways with a sweet kiss on the lips. You still had other duties while Elvis worked, you were helping plan a menu for the new guests coming tonight.

You just finished helping around the kitchen when someone informed you, that Elvis wanted lunch, a burger, and some fries. You happily made just that and smiled all way to the dining room, it felt good to care for Elvis and to see his love for the food you made for him. He seems to be talking to someone, but you couldn't see who by the way they were sitting as you got close to see just who it was your world seemed to freeze and everything moved slowly, it was Priscilla, his wife, and the mother of little Lisa Marie. You gulp and looked down as you served him, guilt was all you could feel, she was so beautiful and seemed so nice, and you felt like such a home wrecker. Once you set his food down and hear his "Thank ya darling." you left the scene with haste, you avoided him for a few days after which he wasn't too happy about that, he showed up at your room on the 5th day, shoving himself into your hotel room/apartment when you opened the door, you could tell he was positively seething, a pregnant silence fall upon you, as you visually see him trying to calm himself down "What in god's name are you avoidin' me about." his voice held hidden rage "It's nothing." you replied looking away from him "Like hell!" he yelled walking you back against the wall by the door "Look," he took a deep breath before continuing "I care about ya...so much. Whatever I do tell me so I can fix it." his blue orbs looked into yours desperately "I feel guilty.." you trailed off "I feel like a homewrecker." you told him, he didn't reply but instead kissed you deeply like he wanted you to forget the world and it worked.

He wasted no time getting you both undressed and rubbing your clit raw until your pussy was soaking and impatiently he slowly entered your core, groaning out as your hot slick coated him. You both waited, panting from the burning white pleasure of just being connected. You let out a loud cry as he pulled out and slammed back in, your back hit the wall, one of your legs wrap around his waist, and his hand helped it stay up as he thrusted a harsh pace, though he didn't continue for long when a knock came out the door and a pretty voice called out"Hi? Umm, this is Priscilla and I was wondering if you knew where Elvis is? I heard you're his personal server?" you choked back a moan, looking to Elvis in horror once you felt him move again but at a much slower pace, a smug smirk on his face "I don't know, S-sorry!" you called back, biting your lip, feeling of his long cock rubbing along your gummy walls, his tip nudging your cervix and his little bits to your neck felt like bless "Okay, thank you." her footsteps faded away to what you assume to keep looking for her husband.

You yelped as Elvis manhandled you to the floor and pushed your legs onto his shoulders, and started hammering into you, his head was thrown back and breathless growls made him even more ravishing, the coil inside you was getting tighter and tighter, your body jerking from his erratic pounding. Your back arched, letting out a deafening scream as your cummed around your lover's dick, Elvis groaned as your walls clenched down onto him tightly, milking his cock of all it's worth. As guilty as you felt, you couldn't stop loving and fucking Elvis, and what is worst is that Priscilla decided to stay for a month with Lisa Marie, reminding you that you are a homewrecker and the past few days you had gotten sick, you would run to the bathroom, vomit your guts out and you were more tired more than not, you had a hunch, and god you hope you were wrong, you couldn't..not in the relationship you had with Elvis.

You took 3 pregnancy tests, you already had some in your room, just in case and you hoped you wouldn't have to use them any time soon but here you are. After an unbearable five minutes, you got your answer, you're pregnant. You..you couldn't stay, you refuse to stay in the relationship you had with Elvis or abort it. You started to pack, you need to leave now, it was quite a trip to get to the one person you could always count on. Growing up you didn't have the best of fathers, your father loved to beat you and your mother, until most death, one night he chose to finally set your mother free and you were next but you escaped while he was busy, your bags already packed and a ticket with money you earned you ran into the night. That's how you meet Sash Olean, her situation was not that different, she ran away from her abusive boyfriend to—be husband, and you were only fifteen. You both decided to live together, to support each other, you only had one other.

She lived downtown, in a safe neighborhood, bus drive there was two hours, but it was doable. The sun burns bright as you watch the clouds and scenery pass by, finally, you reached your destination, and thanking the bus driver you set off to your old home. The house was an off-white color with blue outlining the roof, flowers of each color went across the yard, and a white picket fence wrapped around the house, you unlocked the gate and walked to the door, nerves rolling in your stomach like a cat playing with yarn 'you can do this' you breathed in and just you as you where gonna knock on the door, it open showing a face you had seen in years and one you didn't want too.

"Why hello sunshine."

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#elvis imagine #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #elvis smut #austin butler smut #austin butler x reader #elvis 2022 #austin elvis imagine #Little mama

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Hellooo I wanted to ask for a leonora lesso x reader fic that's hurt/comfort, when r has a nightmare of a previous SA she wakes up and accidentally destroys stuff w her telekinesis abilities and leo tries to comfort her but r pushes her away because she doesn't want to hurt her, Leo assures her that she won't get hurt and comforts r through it? It's oddly specific but inspired by that song beuatiful boy by John Lennon and yoko ono specifically that remix that goes [the monsters gone hes on the run and your gfs here] this is something I experience when I dream of it sometimes and you write comfort so well <3

He's gone Darling

*Authors note~ I had to check this song out I've seen it all over my TikTok but never placed the song till now. Y'all really are giving me some amazing songs to add to my playlist <;3*

Trigger warnings~ past sexual assault

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

You hated that they could still hurt you now. It didn't seem fair. You'd suffered at their hands for years, abuse of every kind and you never told a soul due to the fear it would get worse and no one would believe you. Yet you'd managed to escape now and you were safe. You'd found a nice job in the school for good and evil. And hell you'd even healed enough and found a beautiful woman who made you feel like you were the most beautiful person in the world. Your life had started looking up until these stupid nightmares began.

At first you tried to mask them, not really wanting to admit that he still had power over you. But your girlfriend was extremely observant and noticed you were avoiding her. She confronted you about it and you explained everything. Immediately she began thinking of anything that could help get a good nights rest. Together you decided you'd sleep in her chambers tonight and she'd watch over you to ensure your safety. Truthfully you were scared but the idea of curling up in her embrace sounded so much more appealing than the fear you felt.

That night you were all snuggled into her side, head resting in her chest as she held you rubbing soothing circles and humming to you as you fell asleep. Safe. That's all you had to remind yourself. You were safe with her. Her hand never left your back or your hair and for a while you were okay. Your little sleepy breaths were truly adorable and she couldn't understand just how they could've hurt you.

Your breathing sped up, and your limbs began to flail, tossing and turning as you tried to escape the memories and images your mind conjured up. A traumatic onslaught of the worst times of your life. Your own telekinetic abilities responding to the blur of emotions you were experiencing. Your body trying to protect itself from the threat that was no longer real. Lamps, clothing and even a few picture frames were being thrown across the room. Leonora ducking every single one and attempting to rouse you from the torment of your own mind. Your dream state was too strong and as the dream progressed so did the items being thrown as you hit and kicked out desperate to make it stop. Your crys were crushing her heart as she sat helplessly calling for you to wake up reminding you that you are safe with her and they weren't here no more. It's just your Nora.

You awoke with a frightened scream and you immediately pulled your knees to your chest rocking yourself as you cried. You hardly registered your girlfriends presence or her words of reassurance as you continued to babble incoherently about what you'd seen, what they did. Leonora knew it was wrong, that you had no control over the information you were now telling her but the rage that bubbled beneath the surface was a different monster to battle. They weren't important right now, what was important was you.

"Love? Can I touch you? I need you to calm your breathing darling girl" she murmured and you flinched away from her. "No! No touch! Please no" you sobbed absolutely broken. "Okay darling okay no touch can you take some deep breaths?" You nodded and greedily sucked air into your burning lungs. "Good girl pretty, you're doing so good. That's it keep going" she encouraged until you finally felt ready enough to throw yourself into her awaiting arms.

You sat there in silence snuffling quietly into the column of her neck. You'd nuzzle closer every now and then and she would make sure to hold you tighter. "Love? You're getting sleepy shall we try again?" She murmured kissing your head. How on earth did she know you were falling asleep cradled into her body. "Scared" you mumbled, "wrecked room" you whispered guiltily. "Hush love I don't mind about the room. How would you like to try sleeping?"

"Mmm like this?" You mumbled not really wanting to move. Thankfully you didn't have to, Leonora shifted to lay more comfortably for you both and hummed you to sleep once more. They may have hurt you but you had her now and no one would ever do such a thing to you ever again. The last thing you heard was the reassuring words, "The monsters gone he's on the run and your Leo's here my beautiful beautiful beautiful girl"

Word count~ 913

#fanfic #anon answered #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lesso x reader #lady lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #leonora lesso x reader #lady lesso x you #dean of evil #anon response #anon requested

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Rosalie O. || I’ve got my eyes on you

Warning • one sided love?, mentions same sex relationship as taboo (nun homophobic ion do that shit)

Genre • lil angst, fluff at the end

Pairing • Rosalie x black fem! reader

A/n: it’s 4 in the morning don’t mind my mistakes 🙃 but I put my heart and soul into this one…it’s kinda short tho but leave me alone 😭😭

You've had your eye on her since you first set foot on this boat. She is stunning, from the way her eyes twinkle with confidence, to how her skin glows in the sun or moonlight, to even the way she carries herself. She is self-assured, knows her worth, and isn't afraid to put others in their place. You found it insanely attractive, but you couldn't act on your feelings because being in a romantic relationship of the same gender is extremely taboo, so you buried your sinful thoughts away for only you to know.

"My Rosalie, you're amazing on the piano, isn't she y/n?" Linnet smiled as she admired her friend's talent on the piano. You blinked out of your trance, nodding.

“Oh yeah she’s very skilled, such lovely talent.”

Rosalie bowed her head and thanked you, and you smiled and walked away, trying not to stare too long.

You found yourself walking towards the deck, where you sipped champagne while staring at the night sky. The stars were beautiful tonight, and the Nile glistened just right in the moonlight; you wish you had someone to share this moment with, but the type of love you desire is forbidden in the eyes of others.

"May I join you, Ms. y/n?" You turn around to see Rosalie, the woman whom you adore.

“Oh Mrs. Otterbourne, of course you can join me” you welcomed her a little too eagerly.

“It’s Ms by the way I’m unmarried” she corrected and you nodded.

"Right my apologies," you said, she gave you a small smile understanding your mistake. You watched her as she leaned against the railing, the wind blowing through her light curls; her beauty was breathtaking, her skin soft and dewy, as if she had been blessed by Aphrodite herself. Your gaze was drawn lower as you examined her attire, which ranged from Coco Chanel to Madeleine Vionnet, it was very rare for people of color to have such money to buy luxurious clothing but she could.

“She’s looks beautiful in blue.”

“Excuse me?” You jolt from hearing her voice, “I- um” my god y/n can you be any more dense, you internally curse at yourself.

“Rosalie, y/n come join the festivities!” you were saved by a drunk Simon bursting through the doors trying to reel you back into the party, but you couldn’t go back and party not after almost accidentally revealing your feelings to your crush who happens to be another woman.

"No thank you, I'm a little tired, I think I'll go get some rest, goodnight to both of you," you said as you walked up the stairs towards your room.

While closing the door you let out a breath of air you didn’t realizing you were holding. You made your way to the bathroom wanting to wash off the embarrassment you were feeling, while in the shower all you could of was her and it was frustrating.

You tried to distract yourself by thinking about tomorrow's activities, they said everyone was going to see an ancient tomb, that should be fun you thought. You were rubbing in your moisturizer when you heard a light knock on your door. You weren't in the mood to open it, and you also didn't feel like talking to anyone so you ignored it.

“It’s me Rosalie, do you mind letting me in? I know you’re awake because your light is still on.” You gasped jumping up from your seat snatching your robe off the bed quickly putting it on.

“May I help you?” You ask politely.

“You know I’m not stupid and I don’t like bein’ played for a fool” she snickered walking pass you entering your room.

“Whatever do you mean Ms. Otter- um I mean Rosalie?” You questioned tying your robe tighter around you. She took a seat on your bed crossing her legs “I mean you y/n, don’t think I don’t notice those longing stares, the way you blush when I complement your blouse or perfume, the way you-“

“Please stop! I'm sorry, okay?" you say, flustered, “I'm going to stop everything; I'm not going to look at you, talk to you, or even breathe in your direction. I know you're probably disgusted with me for having feelings for a woman, and I know it's not right," you hung your head in shame, refusing to make eye contact with her, you can't believe she found out you didn't think you were that obvious. You sat down on the vanity seat, feeling nauseous.

“You’re absolutely right it is seen as wrong but I never said I cared” your head shot up in confusion to see her wearing a flirtatious smirk “I’m sorry if my advances seemed a little- what’s the word…vague? But I am also interested in you. So no need to go boo-hooin’ and apologizin’ darlin ” you couldn’t believe your ears, Rosalie was into you?

“Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“Well I found it amusing seeing you squirm but it was becoming a little too obvious so I came here tonight to tell you I feel the same way.”

To say you were elated was a complete understatement, the most beautiful woman you’ve met like you back. Unable to contain your excitement you let out a little giggle, Rosalie noticed and smiled, you got up and went to join her on the bed.

"So what now?" When you ask, she takes your hands in hers and places them in her lap.

She smiled at you with sincerity. "I am not ashamed in who I am but I’m also not dumb either we'll be known as friends to others, but to us it'll be much more" she rubbed your knuckles with her thumb while staring at you in awe "Well I should be off to my room now it's pretty late and don’t wanna raise questions" you frowned not wanting to see her go but knowing you'd see her tomorrow brought you joy.

"Night y/n and don’t forget I’ve got my eye on you.”

"Good night Rosalie," you smiled as she kissed your cheek and exited your room, and you watched her walk down to her room before returning to yours.

"Wow, what a night."

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#rosalie otterbourne #Rosalie otterbourne x black fem! reader #rosalie otterbourne x poc!fem!reader #Rosalie imagines #letitia wright #lesbian #death on the nile #Rosalie otterbourne fluff #Rosalie fluff #x black reader

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wolfiewhiskeybutch · 2 years

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Tonight's mood:

In need of an all day tease and denial thing at the hands of a demon femme.

Where she's woken up before me because I had a hell of a day the day before and am tired. Her kisses are gentle, yet firm and one of the few things that can coax me out of a deep sleep. I'm still bleary eyed when she pulls the leather cuffs from the nightstand and holds my gaze as she fastens them around my wrists then attaches them with rope to the anchor points bolted to the bed.

And then her kisses are gone and she's just out of reach, but then I can see what she's wearing: her favorite lingerie set that she knows I adore on her, lacey and sheer in all the right places in a way that leaves me aching for her.

Running her hands over herself, the show is as much for her as it is for me, as a sleepy whine escapes my throat as I tug against the restraints, needing to reach out and touch her on instinct.

"Uh-uh, no touching handsome, just watch" Her voice is the softest torture to my ears because she's soooo beautiful, so perfect, she knows me so well, knows I need what she has planned, knows I'll do anything to be good for her, but my need to touch her is so strong, and I know when she's like this I'll be thoroughly wrung out by the end of the night before she curls into my side again.

She waits until I nod my understanding with a quiet "yes Ma'am" before she resumes her show as I take her in greedily, losing myself in her motions until her fingers dip under the lacey fabric of her panties and she lets out the sweetest moan, shuddering as she pleasures herself, all sense of teasing tossed aside and I can't help but let out another whine, my hips bucking, clit aching at the absence of any stimulation, of watching her fill herself with her fingers wishing it was me filling her, knowing it should be me filling her.

It's an exercise in quiet futility, the closer she gets to her release, the more I tug on my restraints, whining and whimpering softly, not enough to distract her and make her stop, but enough that she knows I'm already so needy for her. More moans spill from her lips and her breath hitches, my body tensing with hers, and then she finally finds her release and even though my body relaxes with her, there's none of the bliss that's gracing her features, only lingering, throbbing need.

She leans forward and kisses me, still breathless, before she undoes my restraints and moves out of my grasp with a smile on her lips.

Throughout the day she teases me, orders me around, and I'm all too happy to lean into it, to sink into it because I've been carrying on, trudging along for a while and I'm eager to put that weight aside for a time.

She's got my chin gingerly between her thumb and forefinger, while I edge myself me over and over for her, I've lost count how many, wave after wave of building pressure never quite peaking, pushing all thoughts out until I'm a panting, whining, whimpering mess for her, but it feels so good to be good for her, too good to stop edging, too good to dare to cum, and she knows it.

Humping her leg after being given permission only for her to look down with a dismissive "that's enough now, pup."

Clinging to her and shuddering as I stop, burying my face in her thigh and nodding, muttering a thank you.

Then later in the evening, a while after I've made us dinner, we're in bed where this day started and there's a glimmer of hope in my eyes, she'd asked me to hard pack after dinner...surely this time she'd let me cum?

It doesn't take much to make me empty headed again, she's in my lap, grinding against my bulge and kissing my neck 'til I'm dizzy with her. Just her, Her, HER in a loop in my mind. So much so that I don't even realize the static noise floating around my ears is made up of my whines and whimpers and frantic pleas of "please, Ma'am" and "baby, please" and I couldn't even tell you what I was begging for.

She murmurs something I vaguely catch as her saying I've been such a good boy, so helpful, so useful, so perfect for her and she knows those words tug at my head, my heart, my entire being, she's going to use me to make her feel good, and don't I want that? To be even more useful, just for her?

I move to touch her, to help guide her hips as she rides me and feel her hand around my throat, her quiet tsk of disappointment piercing and stopping my movements.

"Toys don't touch, baby." She accentuates the word "Toys" with an intoxicating squeeze of my throat before she starts riding as my palms plant themselves on the bed, fingers digging into and gripping the blankets.

She's driving me out of my mind, the pressure of my strap hitting just right and her moans sending tingles down my spine the closer she gets to another orgasm and my pleas start again and I bury my face in her chest, trying to resist the urge, and she lets me, because I've come too far, I can't disappoint her and it's getting so hard holding out when she feels like solace and sounds like heaven, perfection incarnate.

She never says it though, never gives permission, even after she cums, even after she yawns and peels herself out of her outfit. Not even as she kisses me, and can surely see the sticky, wet, glistening mess clinging to my thighs.

"This was fun, pup, you were such a good boy for me. We should do this again." She smiles, seemingly unaware or ignoring my desperate state, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it, didn't want it again.

It wouldn't be forever either, I trust her to know me well enough to give me that release when I'm good and ready, when she's good and ready.

She knows I needed a break, and she is more than happy to give me one.

cis het men & minors dni

#So this got a lot longer than I intended #but this is a mood #whiskeys pup thots #whiskeys thots #pup play #werewolf butch #butch #yearning #service top #switch #wlw #nblw #nsft #sapphic

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divinesouldariax · 1 year

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NO NO NO I LIED!!! 46 with Fearne and Opal. 7 with Orym and whomever suits your fancy.

7. "Here. You look hungry."

Bet you didn't expect me to go with Mister of all characters fdlksjhdf but no this is a Fearne and Orym fic and it did make me tear up a bit so like, enjoy! I love their friendship and I want them to talk more ~Martin

Word count: 1,638

Content warnings: food mention, anxiety, grief (the whole fic is about grief), canonical temporary character death

Send me prompts?

Sitting in the chilly night air on the deck of the Silver Sun, Orym was thinking about a lot of things. He'd spent a couple hours already tonight lost in thought about Laudna, and dying with her and Fearne and being brought back one short, and how to try to help Imogen, and where they could go and who it would be best to beg aid from, but now his thoughts turned towards Dusk--Yu and the Calloways.

He couldn't hold back a shudder as the image of Yu shifting into the visage of a half-elven man flashed in his mind unbidden. It made him feel sick. They hadn't actually looked anything like Will, thank gods, but it was still...deeply uncomfortable, and made Orym wonder if it was just some horrible coincidence or if Yu had somehow pried into his mind.

And the Calloways...he had hardly had time to talk to Fearne about how she felt about that whole thing. Not that Fearne was very good at talking about her feelings. As well as Orym knew Fearne by now, as much as he adored her, he didn’t understand her, and he wondered how well she actually understood herself.

There was a slight scampering sound behind him. On high alert, Orym whipped around. The deck was still empty, save for a small monkey approaching him from the hold door.

“Oh, hi,” Orym said, relaxing and sitting back down. “Hey, buddy. What’s up?”

Mister came over and made a little cooing noise. His warmth was welcome in the cold, and Orym smiled as the elemental cozied up by his side. He stroked Mister’s fur.

“Whatcha doing up here by yourself?” Orym asked. “Did Fearnie send you to check on me?” He paused. “I’m talking to a monkey.”

With another soft noise, Mister tugged on his sleeve and looked at him with pleading, shimmering eyes.

Orym formed a bright red nasturtium flower and offered it to him. “Here, you look hungry,” he said. “Do you even need to eat? Fearne always dodges the question, I’m not sure she knows. But you sure do eat a lot.”

Mister snatched the flower and put it in his mouth, where it disappeared with a puff of smoke. He gave a purring trill, but then tugged Orym’s sleeve more urgently.

“Oh, okay, buddy, is something wrong?” Orym said, concerned now. “Is Fearne okay?” He stood up. “I’ll follow you, show me what’s wrong.”

The monkey grabbed his hand and started pulling him towards the hold, through the narrow hall, and to the door to the bunk that Orym and Fearne were sharing. The door was partially ajar, and even though Orym didn’t really think his caution would be warranted, he put his hand on his sword hilt as he quietly nudged the door open and looked around.

Fearne was sprawled facedown on the bunk in her nightshirt. Orym felt a jolt of terror before forcing himself to pause and notice her breathing. When he had thoroughly reassured himself that she was alive, he went over and climbed up onto the thin mattress with her. Mister followed, jumped onto the bed, and curled up at Fearne’s hip.

“Hey, Fearnie,” Orym whispered, not wanting to wake her if she was asleep.

“Mmm,” she said, too flatly. She was definitely awake.

Orym frowned. He put a hand on her back. “Mister came looking for me. Are you okay?”

“It’s been hours,” she said into her pillow. “It’s bedtime and you’ve been out for hours.”

“Oh…” Orym winced and rubbed her back apologetically. “Fearne, I’m–”

“I’m tired,” Fearne declared, and he had rarely heard her sound quite this upset.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he told her. “I know. I’m sorry. I just…couldn’t stop thinking, Fearne, I can’t stop thinking long enough to sleep, and…and the fresh air and watching the moons makes it easier.” His voice shook. “All that thinking and I didn’t think about how it would make you feel. I’m sorry. I’m here now.”

She hesitated, then rolled onto her side to face him. With a pang, he noticed that her eyes were rimmed with red. She had been crying. The soft fuzz on the sides of her face was pressed down in odd directions, like she’d been facedown in the pillow for quite a while.

“Oh, oh...” Orym was suddenly on the brink of tears himself. He reached out and cradled her face in his hands, stroking her hair back, and leaned down to kiss her forehead. Not for the first time, he was grateful for her fey nature and the fact that she didn’t have any of the usual hangups people had about physical affection. Touching their foreheads together, he murmured, “You can always come and find me, Fearnie, if you’re feeling bad.”

“Dorian used to say that when you go off by yourself it’s because you need to be alone,” Fearne said, sniffling.

“I do want to be alone sometimes, but you’re more important to me than that,” Orym said sincerely. "Always come find me. Always."

"Okay, okay, I will."

Orym nudged her to lift her head and rest it in his lap, wishing he could more easily scoop her up into his arms and just hold her like she could do to him. Scratching lightly at her scalp at the base of her horns, hands buried to the wrists in fluffy green hair and stray flowers, he said, "I'm here now, do you want to talk about it? I haven't checked in with you much recently."

There was a long silence. Orym could feel her calming down, her body relaxing. He didn't press. He figured that she would talk if she wanted to and stay quiet if she didn't.

Eventually, she spoke. "There's more being sad than I thought there would be at first."

"Yeah?" Orym stroked the velvet-soft back of one of her ears. "There's a lot of it, for sure."

"It's just all the time," Fearne continued. "I thought...I thought I knew how sad worked, it's something from a long time ago and then it stops. And it doesn't happen much."

That made sense from what he knew of Fearne's long life in the Feywild. As far as he was aware, the only grief she had ever known was the leaving of her parents. She had no experience with the constant small and great tragedies of living in the world of mortals.

Someone who knew her less well might have responded like she was a child, telling her that was just the way of life and she would have to get used to it. But Orym wasn't going to do that. After running his hand over her hair a few more times, he asked genuinely, "Do you think it's worth it?"

"Oh, yes," Fearne replied without hesitation, and Orym's heart eased. For just a moment, he had wondered if she was getting tired of it all and wanted to go home. "Do you?"

He took a shuddery breath, lowering his head to bury his face down in Fearne's hair and breathe in the intoxicating smoky sweetness of her scent. He let all of the grief that had made its home in his body and mind come to the surface, and he ached.

Dear, sweet Laudna, her body still without her usual constant fidgeting and swaying. Being called back to life by Fearne and watching Will slip from his fingers again. The poor twins he had never and would never meet, cut down for their curiosity. Dorian leaving him and Fearne with a cold, empty space in their bed. Bertrand dying alone in an alley, finding his body too late to help him. Leaving Dariax and Opal in Byroden, watching Opal try to fight back sticky black tears while Dariax sobbed openly as they hugged Fearne and Dorian goodbye, knowing it was his fault they were being separated even though in the end it was each of their choices. Fy'ra Rai disappearing before they really got the chance to know her. Over and over, losing the people who he had met and cared for during his travels, who his wandering heart and restless body could never stay with for long.

Will. Derrig.

Further back, all of the usual devastations of adolescence and childhood. Waiting at the window for his father to come back while hearing the tears in his mother's voice as she tried to explain to the child who didn't want to understand that he never would.

And back to the ship. The weight and warmth of Fearne's head in his lap made all the grief settle back to where it had been before, infinitely bearable because it had to be. "Most of the time," he told her with a surprisingly steady voice. "Yeah, it's worth it. I'm glad you think so, too."

She hummed and brought her arm up to wrap around his back. "I'm tired," she said plaintively. "Lay down with me."

Even if he had wanted to, Fearne was nearly impossible to say no to. He scooted out from underneath her head and let her pull him into her arms to snuggle against her chest. His absolute bone-deep exhaustion struck him as soon as he was horizontal. "Next time, you just come and drag me to bed, okay?" Orym said sleepily. "Sending Mister worked too, though."

"I didn't send him," Fearne mumbled into the top of his head.

"Huh." Orym raised his head slightly to look at the little elemental, who met his gaze with a weirdly knowing expression on his furry monkey face. "Well, thanks, Mister." He reached out to pat his head. "Good boy."

Mister mimed putting something in his mouth, and Orym let out an affectionate laugh as he conjured another edible flower for him before closing his eyes and letting himself rest.

Send me prompts?

#orym #fearne calloway #critical role fic #my writing

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welldonebeca · 2 years

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The Duchess and the Bastard (I) - Rumour Had It

Summary: Rey is the only possible heir to the Dukedom of Sith, and her grandfather decided she is at the right age to marry whatever man. He only asks that he is a noble with a lower rank than the Palpatines and faithful to his wife. The Princess' son, Lord Ben Solo, fits both categories. If only grandfather didn't despise him for being a bastard. WC: 1.4k words Warnings: Fluff. Palpatine is a good grandfather. Victorian AU.

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On the night of Rey's 21st birthday, her grandfather announced he wanted to see her getting married.

Hopefully, around the time of her 23rd birthday, before he was too old or worse, dead.

They were the only Palpatines alive in the world. Her father was his only child, and she was his only child before he died of the sweating sickness, just a day before her mother.

Rey was left, at just five, to be raised by her grandfather with some help from her mother's family, but everything was on her shoulders now.

Grandfather Sheev was the 25th Duke of Sith, the oldest dukedom they had in Alderaan, and upon his death, she was going to be the 26th Duchess of Sith, the second woman to take such a seat, but that wasn't the problem, no. Upon his death, she would be the last Palpatine. There was no cousin, no distant relative who could continue the name and the dukedom.

She needed to get married.

It also wasn't an unfair request: Rey wanted to get married, too. She was at a good age, and most of her friends were married and having children already, and she wanted to have her own family too.

So, grandfather had chosen a few men, and that could suggest others, but they would need to meet some requirements and be approved by him.

Her husband-to-be couldn't have a higher title than the Palpatines, but should be noble enough to be worthy of her hand, and of fathering the 27th Duke of Sith, and a man who wasn't going to impose his family name on their children.

And, of course, Rey had to like him. Grandfather would never have her marrying a man she didn't want to marry.

Tonight was his birthday, and he had set up a ball when she could meet, dance and talk with her suitors - and everyone knew it.

"Rebecca," she heard, following a knock on her door. "May I come in?"

Her lady-in-waiting - stepped away from behind her, done putting her hair up.

"You may," she stood up.

The door opened slowly, and he stepped into the room in regal steps, trying hard to keep himself on his feet.

"Grandfather," she bolted to him, holding his arm. "Where is your cane?"

He scoffed, throwing a dismissive hand.

"Oh, don't worry about me," he tried to assure her.

Rey rolled her eyes, watching one of his men walking in her direction with his cane, and gave it to him.

"I don't them to see me as a weak man," grandfather tried to protest.

"You are not a weak man," she protested. "You are old."

He erupted in a belly laugh, shoulders shaking a little bit as he did.

"And how is that better?" he looked at her face.

Grandfather stopped, breathing in and reaching with his free hand to her face, caressing her cheek.

She remembered very little about her father, but something she couldn't quite forget was his eyes. He had her grandfather's eyes, something she had inherited too.

"My beautiful girl," he sighed, smiling. "My daughter."

Her lips curled in a smile along with his and closed her eyes when he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Grandfather always gave her all the love he could, always treating her like his child.

"Come," he rested a hand over hers. "Let's go show them how beautiful the woman they are fighting for is."

She giggled.

"There's no one fighting for me, grandfather," Rey reminded him.

But he just smiled.

"They wish they were," he assured her. "But they do need to conquer you."

Grandfather squeezed her hand.

"The right man will utterly adore you, like I adored your grandmother," he affirmed, emphatic. “He will hunt the moon for you and bring it on a plate in return for just a smile. He will dream of waking up by your side forever. That is the kind of man you should choose.”

She felt her shoulders falling as she watched him. Her grandmother had said something similar to her when they walked about her eventual wedding, that her husband should treat her like a goddess and no less than the greatest person in his life.

"Settle for no less," grandfather advised her. “You have the time.”

She confirmed with a nod, and he turned to the door, guiding her to the stairs.

“I’ll go,” he told her. “And them, you can come.”

Her grandfather walked away, leaving no space for questions, and descended the stairs,

Rey adjusted her shoulders and ran her hands over her blue dress to straighten it, and waited for a moment before adjusting her dress and doing the same.

She spotted him halfway through the steps, towering over most of the men in the room and staring right at her - like everyone else, she would suppose - with his hair grown and untamed, black as the night, shoulders so large they made her blush, and eyes deep and interested on her.

Benjamin Solo, the royal bastard.

He was the son of Princess Leia and her lover, a smuggler of all things, the king’s best friend, Han Solo.

Rumour had it he never planned to marry her, too wild to be tied down, too brutish for a life in court ever now that he was in his 60s. The Princess was always sneaking out of the castle and into their home,

Lord Solo was a lord only in name, and a Prince only in blood. He was a hunter, a gentleman of strong emotions.

Rumour had it he saved a lady from being attacked in the streets once, and killed the criminal. That was why his nose was crooked, they said, he broke it saving a lady.

They said he had the hands of a doctor: delicate, yet brutal when they had to be.

Rey didn’t know he had been invited to the party - grandfather thought he was a scandalous stain in the royal family, the evidence of the Princess’ greatest shame - and yet there he was, right by his mother’s side.

Staring at Rey, as if he was a lion, and she was his prey, making her shiver.

And yet, when she got to the bottom of the stairs, he wasn’t the one waiting for her.

“Rebecca, my dear,” grandfather spoke.

The music started, and she could see servants walking around with trays, drinks and food. When her gaze moved to where Lord Solo had once been, he was gone.

“Yes, grandfather?” she turned to him, quickly recovering, trying not to think of the warmness in her stomach and the disappointment of losing sight of him.

He was standing beside Lord Hux, a tall, slender man with orange-red hair and a cold look in his eyes.

“I’m sure you have heard of Lord Hux,” he introduced them.

She offered him a hand, and Hux took it, gently bending and kissing her knuckles.

“Armitage Hux,” he spoke, softer than his sharp looks made her think he would be. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, my lady.”

“The pleasure is all mine, my lord.”

She took her eyes to grandfather, and he gave her a single nod. One of her suitors, then.

“Lord Hux recently inherited his father’s title, of Baron of Exegol,” Sheev told her.

Yes, she heard his father - a cruel man, as far as she had heard - had passed just a few months ago.

“My condolences, Lord Hux,” she spoke gently. “May his memory bring you peace.”

“Thank you, my lady,” he rested his hand on his chest, moving them the smallest bit over one of his bottoms, uncomfortable.

They all fell into an uncomfortable silence, and Hux cleared his throat, looking at her grandfather.

“May I take her to dance, sir?” he asked.

Rey frowned. Why was he asking him? She was the one to dance.

Her grandfather just looked at his face with interest for a moment, lips curling in a half smirk that was a clear sign of his masked disapproval.

“It’s not me you should ask, boy,” he answered. “She is the one you are taking to dance.”

Rey pulled her shoulders back, taking a deep breath, and watched as Lord Hux blushed, swallowing down and looking at her again.

He looked constipated.

“My lady,” he offered her a hand. “May I have this dance?”

“Of course,” she put her hand over his.

Lord Hux nodded, and stood straighter, guiding her away.

When Rey glanced at her grandfather, he was shaking his head.

This wasn’t a good start. This wasn’t a good start at all.

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FaceTime Comfort (Biadore) - Whiskey Neat

A/N: It's been a while since I've written but you guys know I couldn't resist an opportunity to write another sickfic. I am a sickfic whore! This is my take on the prompt "Adore is sick and Bianca is on tour. Bianca tries her best to make Adore feel better from across the world." Enjoy!

BRAT ❤️: Can you call me?

To worry wasn’t Bianca’s first reaction when she checked her phone. She was currently backstage for intermission during tonight’s Unsanitized show in Paris. Bianca assumed her friend’s text meant that she just wanted to chat and catch up since they had both been quite busy lately and hadn’t seen each other in a while.

But before she could respond to Adore, Bianca was being summoned back onstage. Exiting the dressing room, she made a mental note to call Adore as soon as she got back to the hotel later.

Bianca didn’t check her phone again until she was in the Uber back to her hotel. A hint of worry began to settle in her chest as she saw she had received another text message from Adore.

BRAT ❤️: Please

Sure, the bitch was always persistent but this felt different. A more serious tone laced the second text that she wasn’t used to hearing from Adore.

Willow: Heading back to the hotel now. Will call as soon as I’m there. Everything okay?

After receiving no response, Bianca opened Instagram to pass the time. She was liking a few friends’ posts when she scrolled upon a cancellation announcement from a bar in Texas and her heart dropped.

“Due to personal illness, Adore Delano will not be able to make it to tonight’s show.”

“Shit.” Bianca thought out loud. Something really was wrong. She debated calling the younger queen right then and there but she was only a few minutes away from the hotel now. As soon as she arrived, Bianca rushed to her room, throwing her bags haphazardly onto the floor before kicking her shoes off and settling on the bed, FaceTiming Adore.

The call was answered moments later by a dark screen. She heard some shuffling sounds and a small raspy “hi” before the phone was pulled out from underneath what she could now tell was a blanket and Adore’s face came into view.

The younger queen looked exhausted. Dark circles accented her bleary green eyes and her messy bun was disheveled with strands of hair falling down onto her ghostly pale face.

“Hey, did I wake you?” Bianca asked, after observing the pillow and blanket that her friend was curled up with.

Adore rubbed her eyes and muttered a barely audible “Mhmm.”

More concern filled Bianca’s chest after calculating that it was only around 7pm where Adore was and the place she was laying was definitely not her bed.

“Where are you? Are you okay?” Bianca asked.

“Bathroom floor.” Adore told her after a few moments, shifting the phone so the older queen could see. “I’m so sick Willow, I don’t know what to do…”

The way Adore’s voice shook made Bianca wish she could reach through the screen, scoop her friend up, and hold her until she felt better again.

“I’m sorry baby, what’s going on?” Bianca asked, sympathetically.

“Woke up in the middle of the night feeling like shit. Started throwing up and haven’t stopped since…fucking food poisoning.” She cursed.

“Are you staying hydrated?” Bianca inquired.

“Been drinking water…this is the longest it’s stayed down since this shit started.” Adore sighed.

“That’s good at least….you’re probably through the worst of it.” Bianca assured through the phone.

“I guess.” Adore muttered, wincing as a cramp made its way through her abdomen. “I just hate feeling like this.” She sniffled, eyes filling with tears. “I can’t do anything. I had to cancel my show and I feel so useless!” Adore paused, taking a shaky breath, “I wish you were here…I miss you.”

“I miss you too…I’ll be home soon.” Bianca reassured, “but for now, what can I do to help you feel better?”

Adore thought for a moment before requesting, “Just talk to me? About anything. I need a distraction.”

And that’s exactly what Bianca did. She filled Adore in on all the excitement of tour, telling her about all the cool places she’d visited, people she’d met along the way, and throwing in a few memories of the times the two of them had visited some of those same places together. Adore’s responses were growing less and less coherent as the conversation went on and her eyelids grew heavier. Just when Bianca thought her friend had fallen asleep, Adore cut her off with a miserable sounding groan.

“It’s happening again…” Adore moaned, feeling that familiar tightening in her throat as the nausea crept up for the umpteenth time that day.

“Okay, it’s okay. Sit up baby.” Bianca gently directed, immediately forgetting about the story she had been telling.

With shaky limbs, Adore pulled herself up into a sitting position in front of the toilet, bracing herself for what was to come while Bianca muttered words of comfort into the phone.

Her stomach did a dangerous flip. “Don’t listen.” She told Bianca, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

“Queen…do you not remember how many times we’ve been drunk together? I’ve seen you vomit before.” Bianca remarked.

“I wasn’t dying then.” Adore argued.

“That’s not what you said at the time.” Bianca teased, receiving a weak scowl from the sick queen before continuing, “you do know that you can mute yourself, right?”

“Biancaaa” Adore whined, almost pleading. She pushed her phone to the side so the older queen could no longer see her.

“Alright! Alright…” Bianca picked up her phone, “I’m turning my volume down. Signal when you want me to listen again.”

While Adore did her thing, Bianca rolled onto her side, quietly chuckling at how dramatic her friend could be. “And now we wait.” She thought, glancing at the clock. It was after midnight and she was beyond tired. But as long as Adore needed her, she would stay awake.

About 5 minutes later, Adore’s face reappeared on the screen, cheeks red and tear streaked.

“You survived?” Bianca quipped, turning her volume back up.

“Barely.” Adore rasped, wiping a hand over her face.

Adore wrapped the blanket around her shaking body and laid back down. “I just wanna sleep till this bullshit is over.” She huffed, burying her face into the pillow.

“Then sleep, Pussyface. I’ll stay on the phone and you can end the call when you wake up.” Bianca offered.

“M’kay.” Adore agreed, eyelids growing heavy once again. “Sorry for keeping you up.”

“It’s okay…I’ll sleep in tomorrow.” Bianca told her.

Adore scoffed weakly. Bianca Del Rio never slept in and they both knew it.

“Talk till I fall asleep?” Adore requested.

“You’re not sick of me running my mouth yet?” Bianca joked.

“Never.” Adore answered, lips twisting up in the tiniest hint of a smile as her eyes fell closed.

As requested, Bianca picked up where she left off on her story telling. Midway through the first story though, she heard soft snores coming through the phone. Grateful to see that the sick queen had finally fallen into a peaceful sleep, Bianca soon followed suit after plugging in her phone and making sure her volume was turned all the way up in case Adore needed to wake her during the night.

The next morning Adore awoke to two surprises. One being how much better she felt, and the other being the sight of Bianca still asleep on the other end of the FaceTime call.

“So she is capable of sleeping in!” Adore thought, smiling fondly at the other queen’s sleeping form.

After wandering to the kitchen and making herself some soup, Adore settled on the couch to spend the day watching movies. Bianca may have still been asleep but Adore could internally hear the older queen scolding her if she did anything but take it easy until she recovers fully. After choosing the first movie of the day, Adore ended the FaceTime call, sending a few texts to Bianca.

BRAT ❤️: Hey sleeping beauty!

BRAT ❤️: I slept for 12 hours and I feel SO much better!! You must really be getting old seeing as you did the same 😉

BRAT ❤️: Seriously though, thank you for taking care of me last night. I love you the most!

BRAT ❤️: And don’t worry…I’m taking it easy today. Nothing but water and soup and movies that you’d hate! Sleep well Willow 💕

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hotch-stufff · 3 years

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Is That My Hoodie?

Pairing: Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader

Prompts: "you're so warm", "have you seen my hoodie?"

Warnings: literally nothing, this is completely fluff, maybe some slightly suggestive stuff, but I'm not even kidding when I say a ton of fluff

Word Count: 1.0k words

A/N: loved this request, it made me happy, hope you all like it ❤, gif is not mine

Request: Could you do a 11 (You're so warm) and 40 (Have you seen my hoodie) fluff one-shot, where R and Gibbs are married (they knew each other from the marines, as he still was with Shannon, but git together as she joined the NCIS) and she has a habit of stealing his hoodies or something and he finds them strayed around the house; for example one is in the basement, one tangled between the sheets of the bed, one in the bathroom, and a few in the basement and kitchen and he just finds it amusing but a little annoying. Idk just some fluff🥺🥺❤

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Gibbs had had a hard life.

He didn't have the best of luck when it came to his family. People were always leaving or being ripped away from him.

And he was tired of it.

So when he found you, he held on tight nd didn't let go. Of course it had taken you a while to break down those walls for him to let you in.

But it was so worth it..

He was the love of your life. And you wouldn't trade it for the world..

Especially because he had the best sweatshirts ever.

They were soft and warm, and too big for you. You loved to steal them and curl up on the couch, or even slip into bed while he was away, his smell still lingering on the hoodie.

You would even end up stealing them on hard cases, because it brought you a comfort that you hadn't been able to find before.

They were so just comfortable, that you just kept stealing them. That and it was just funny watching him trying to find all of his hoodies when you had taken them, and pro ably strewn them across your house.

Like tonight for example..

Gibbs was cold, very cold.

His basement was always freezing, but it never bothered him.

But tonight, he had spent hours down there, and now he needed a hoodie.

Now he loves his wife. Very much so. But you had a serious problem when it came to stealing his clothes. Specifically those hoodies. And he wouldn't be shocked if he went upstairs and found the drawer empty.

He walked upstairs, you nowhere in sight, and went to your shared bedroom, digging around his drawers for a hoodie.

Except he was right, it was empty.

Not a single hoodie in sight. He knew you had taken them. But you couldn't possibly be wearing them all, and he had no clue where they could be. But, he just smiled to himself as he began searching his room.

He checked under the bed, finding one tucked away.

Another was hidden between the sheets, all wrapped up on top of the bed.. Another on the bathroom floor, lying in a pile of clothes A fourth hidden behind the dryer. Why? He had no idea.

And a fifth thrown on top of the fridge in the kitchen.

The kitchen one just confused him.

It was kind of annoying, he just wanted his hoodie, and this wasn't a one time thing where they would all be missing.

But he couldn't help but smile at the fact that you kept stealing them. It was extremely adorable. And he loved seeing you in his clothes. Made him get all possessive.

That and he thought you looked so cute all curled up with a hoodie 2 sizes to big. The sleeves would be too long for your hands, and the extra material would bunch at your waist.

You were also always really warm when you were were wearing one, and it was always the perfect time for him to just wrap his arms around you and lay in blissful peace.

As he continued searching, he had found almost all of his sweatshirts, all except his favorite one.

His absolute favorite USMC hoodie. He knew exactly where it may have been. And of course he was right.

"Honey?" He called across the house.

"Yes?" You called back from the living room.

He walked out, only to find you curled up, looking nice and toasty on the couch.

"What's up?" You asked.

He didn't say a word as he climbed between you and the back of the couch, wrapping himself around you like a koala.

"What are you doing?" You laughed as he literally curled around you and pulled you as close as possible.

"Hmm, you're so warm." He whispered into your hair, causing you to giggle. He sounded so soft right now.

"Is that so?" You pressed your nose into his neck, nuzzling closer.

"Yes." He peppered kisses across your head, rubbing soothing circles along your hoodie clad back.

Then he realized what you were wearing, and why he was here in the first place.

"Have you seen my sweatshirt?" You froze next to him. Of course you had, you were in his favorite sweatshirt. Why would you be wearing anything else. But you played along.

"Um, no?" You said, although it sounded more like a question. He snorted, actually snorted.

"Yeah, that was convincing." You both laughed, as he moved his hands around your hips, pulling you impossibly closer.

"Stop stealing my sweatshirts, Y/n Gibbs." He tried sounding commanding, but his voice was muffled and he sounded so happy.

But you continued to play along.

"How dare you demand such a thing." You sighed dramatically. Dissolving into a fit of giggles as he began tickling your sides. "Wait, Jet-" you gasped for breath. "Stooop it!" He wouldn't let up.

"Don't make me use your full name!" You threatened.

"You wouldn't dare"

"Try me." He stopped immediately and a staring contest began.

But soon you both burst into laughter.

The laughter died down quickly though, and his arms were still wrapped around you, your faces mere inches apart.

"You know, it's going to take a lot of convincing for me to give back this sweatshirt." You whispered, gently bumping his nose with your own.

He just hummed in response.

And he leaned in and kissed you. God, you would never get tired of kissing this man.

It was always passionate, and loving, and hot.

He deepened the kiss, pulling another gasp from you. His hands inched under your shirt, and swept across your stomach.

His leg slipped between your own and you moaned softly at the bruising pace his kisses were setting.

The kiss was getting more heated by the second when he took your bottom lip in his own and he gently pulled away.

You leaned back, panting for breath.

"How was that for convincing?" Your husband asked.

"I don't know. I think I need a little more."

"Mmm, okay. I see." And he leaned back in, sealing your lips once again.

He spent the rest of the night trying to convince you, and it was some good convincing.

But, spoiler alert, you never gave back the sweatshirt.

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