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bucks-metal-arm19 · 3 years

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Nightmares and Love-Making

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Daddy kink, talk of nightmares, cursing, voyeurism, dirty talk, face sitting, squirting, slight praise kink, slight degradation, unprotected sex, let me know if I missed anything!

18+ only!

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Welcome to my first Bucky Barnes one-shot! This stems from the fact that I couldn't find the smut I wanted so I just wrote it myself. I hope you like it! As always, it isn't looked over so all mistakes are my own :)

You caught him at a bad time- in the middle of what seemed to be a horrific nightmare as he slept on his makeshift bed on the floor. You knew he couldn't sleep in his normal bed in his normal bedroom, and you knew that the king-sized mattress was still adorned with the solid black fabric set you had gotten for him as his first official birthday present. He told you, one night as the two of you escaped to the roof of Stark tower, that the bed made him feel like he was getting swallowed alive. He was used to sleeping on a solid floor, with the thinnest blanket one could find and so that's what he did at his own home. home- he was still getting used to even having a home.

“Buck? Bucky, wake up! It’s a dream, just a dream! JAMES, WAKE UP!” You hollered, having dropped your stuff at the door and running to collapse on your knees next to the man as you urged him to wake up.

“Wh-what? J-just a dream?” He had finally quit shaking, and became coherent enough to realize that he was no longer at the HYDRA base, and was, in fact, in his own apartment with you holding him close to your chest.

“Yes, just a dream. I promise, you’re okay.” His fingers were clutching the arm you had draped across his midsection and you knew that his vibranium fingers would be leaving imprints on your skin for you to wear for the coming week.

“I thought...I thought...they had taken you. Hurt you. And I couldn't stop them. Could hear you screaming for me and I was powerless to fight all of them off. I couldn't...I couldn't save you.” He was sobbing, moans of a broken man being screamed into your skin as he clutched you like a lifeline. Your heart broke as you held him, quietly cooing and stroking his hair as you waited for him to come back to you.

It didn't happen though; instead, his body steeled in a form of mental resolve and suddenly you were under him. Your back was laid flat against the cold wood of the floor and your hands were pinned above your head. You didn't even have time to gasp audibly as he nudged your thighs apart and settled between them so that they had to wrap around his waist. You wanted to fear him, could feel your mind racing to find ways to get out from his grasp, but you were curious to see what would happen with this new side of Bucky. Almost feral with the way that he was panting, eyes darker than coal as he stared you down like you were his prey.

“You will not be taken from me, you are mine. Do you hear me? No one will ever take you from me.” Bucky’s voice had dropped ten octaves between words, and you would be lying if you said that it did not make your heart skip a beat in anticipation.

“I’m yours, Buck. Forever.” You promised, licking your lips that had suddenly become dry.

“Say it again.” He growled, deep in his chest, as he leaned down to nuzzle against your collarbone and breathe in your scent.

Your head fell back in submission, allowing him to press feather-light kisses and bruising bites against your throat as you murmured, “I’m yours, Bucky Barnes. Always.”

“Yes, you are, sweetheart.” He had you flipped to your stomach in a second, with your arms still above your head.

“What are you gonna do to me, Buck?” You whispered, but you knew that he could hear you.

“I’m going to ruin you, princess. Gonna absolutely fuckin’ ravish you until the only words you know are ‘please’ and ‘daddy.’ Gonna make you cum on my cock until you're crying, oversensitive, and begging me to stop. But you’re a good girl, my good girl, and you’ll take all of it until I fill you full of my cum. Then I’m going to run you a warm bath in my tub and I’m going to take care of you. Nurse your aches and lotion your bruises and then cradle you in my arms as we both drift to sleep. Does that sound good to you?” You can hear the cheekiness in his tone, but it’s laced with authority and you knew better than to deny him. Besides, everything he just said sounded wonderful and so you nodded your agreement.

“Words, princess. Use them.” He ordered, the grip on your wrists tightening in warning.

“Yes, Daddy.” You obliged, and the dark chuckle that erupted from his throat held a sinful promise.

“Wonderful.” That old-time drawl curled around the single word and suddenly you were resting on your elbows with your ass in the air.

Your stomach clenched and you could feel your pussy pulsate as arousal began to collect in your panties. Buck was still draped over your back, and he was rubbing his growing erection over the fabric of his cotton sweats while he contemplated what he wanted to do to you first. It was only a moment, but the single beat of a second was all he needed before he had your jeans around your ankles and had settled on his back between your spread thighs.

“What are yo-” you began to question, but the words were cut off as each of his ten fingers wrapped around hips and he yanked you down so that his mouth and nose were buried within your cloth-covered cunt.

You heard him take a deep inhale through his nose and he let out the filthiest, bone-melting groan that you had ever heard him utter. Your nipples pebbled instantly beneath your lace bra and your eyes fluttered closed as you heard him chuckle once more.

“God, you smell fuckin’ delicious, kitten. All wet and warm, just for me.” His nose nudged against your swollen clit as he licked a broad stripe up over your slit once and then again before using his teeth to yank the sodden fabric to the side so he could taste you properly.

A shudder wracked through your body from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes as he continued his licks, collecting all of your wetness on his tongue and fucking his tongue into your leaking hole as his nose connected to rub up against your sensitive clit.

“Oh fuck, Bucky. Christ.” You whined, rocking your hips against his face without meaning to but the way he was gripping your hips and tugging you closer told you that he didn't mind the possibility of suffocation.

“Can't wait to be buried inside this tight, sweet cunt.” Buck snarled, using the hold he had on you to flip you onto your back. He thought ahead- as always- and made sure that your head would be safe as it fell against his pile of pillows on the floor.

“Then bury yourself, Daddy. Fuck me.” You husked out, pupils blown wide in lust and adoration as you continued to fuck yourself onto his tongue.

“Not yet, doll. Want you to cum on my face first. Damn near suffocate between these gorgeous thighs.” He ordered, eyes blazing as he gazed at you from between your legs.

“Okay, Daddy.” You nodded, fingers clutching and clawing at your still-covered tits while you chased the high building inside your body.

White-hot heat began radiating from your fingers first, and then your limbs, and then from every inch of your body as you threw yourself over the edge of your orgasm and came undone as you rode Buck’s face like it was the best thing you had ever experienced. And it was- each orgasm he gave you always outdid the last.

“You’re so beautiful when you come, kitten. But you’re not done yet.” Buck finally managed to say as he untangled himself from your jeans and clenching thighs so he was standing before you in all of his glory.

“Are you gonna fuck me now, Daddy? Gonna use your cock and fill me up so I can help you forget all your worries?” You grinned up at him, still panting as you came down from your first orgasm of the night.

“Yes, princess. I am.” His tone held no malice, and his eyes were watching you with lustful enjoyment as he mentally cataloged the image of you like this to his brain.

“Then fuck me, already.” You taunted, leaning up just enough to yank your shirt over your head and then followed it with your bralette so you were finally bare beneath him.

“You don't make the orders, you take them. Do NOT forget that.” The mirth that had overtaken him left suddenly and he was back on you in a second, sweats gone as he pinned you to the floor with no exertion given on his part.

“Yes, Daddy.” You nodded, grinning as if you had won the lottery as your legs wrapped around Bucky’s waist once more.

“Now you’re gonna take my cock, kitten. It’s what you wanted, right?” He was back to nosing against your neck, as if the past ten minutes had not just occurred.

“If you think you can do it.” You taunted once more, ankles digging into the skin right above the base of his spine so you could rut against him like a dog in heat, absolutely no shame in your body as you used him for the friction you needed to get off.

“Is that how you want to play it? Fine.” He shrugged, as if you had just spoken about the weather, but the single motion he used had you back on your hands and knees in an instant.

“I don't think I can do it.” Buck began to speak as he kicked your legs apart once more, metal hand pressing down on the small of your back so the arch you held deepened and you were presented to him like an offering.

“I know I can.” And he slid inside you to the hilt, a single thrust that glided through your folds like butter and all thanks to the spit and arousal he created as he had eaten you out like his last meal.

Your mind blanked in an instant and a groan ripped out of your throat that sounded foreign to your own ears but sounded like the best kind of music to Bucky. You collapsed to your elbows, head falling to rest against the single blanket that Buck slept with when you weren't here.

“Ah, ah- no, you don't.” Bucky tutted between his teeth, flesh hand reaching forward to grab a fistful of your hair and wrap it around his fingers before pulling back so you were back onto your hands and could watch him through the mirror that sat adjacent from you.

“Look at you, kitten. Covered in hickies and bruises and panting like a whore in heat. And yet, you’re taking my cock so well. So fuckin’ tight and WARM, just like the first time we had sex. Your pretty pussy, stretching around my thick cock as I fuck you into oblivion. Absolutely ravishing.” Bucky always got mouthy when he was lost in your shared passion, and it did things to you that you couldn't explain.

“Keep your eyes on me while I make you fall apart.” He ordered, using the grip he had on your hip and the hold he had of your hair to fuck you like his life depended on it.

“Yes, Sarge.” You grinned wickedly as you saw his lips turn up into a leer, knowing full-well what that name did to him.

“Call me that again.” Bucky growled, letting go over your hair so he could lean forward over your frame to get a hand between your thighs to rub against your still swollen, sensitive clit.

“Make me cum, Sergeant Barnes. Please.” You tacked on the last word for good measure, already feeling the familiar tendrils of heat curl around your lips and rush through your veins as he pounded into you with wild abandon.

The clack clack clacking that his dog tags made against his chest after every move simply spurred him on, as if he was racing them for every thrust he made into your pussy, claiming it as his own. As if you ever even thought to let another man near it. He’d kill them before they even thought that they had a chance with you, and you both knew it. More often than not, he forgets that he’s even wearing them, but he knew that they were a kink of yours and he thanked every god he could think of that he wears them when he’s got you begging underneath him. Begging to cum, begging for harder, begging for faster, begging for Daddy to make her forget her own name while he buries himself inside her. Begging to be used and degraded and taunted and shown off like a prize that only he gets to win. Every moment of every minute of every day, from the moment they met until the end of time. And he loved every single damn second of it.

He was grunting, groaning, panting, cursing every word under the Sun as he rubbed tight circles into your wet clit while he sheathed himself inside you over and over and ov-, “FUCK!”

You came without warning, the damn bursting inside your pussy as you fell to your elbows once more while absolutely drenching his cock as you squirted for the first time. Shudders were wracking your body as you cursed and moaned and whined out Bucky’s name, vision turning black as you lost all sense of time during your orgasm. Your cunt turned into a vice on Bucky’s cock and it made him see God as he gave you one, two, three strokes before burying himself deep inside you and cumming in thick ropes across your hot, tight walls.

He fell on top of you, losing all muscle usage as pleasure roared through his body like he had never experienced before. He had enough sense to cushion you from the force of his body, but that was all he could offer as he rode out the waves of the most intense orgasm of his life. You managed to come to your senses first, and gently pulled away from Bucky so he could begin to come to his own bearings.

“That was...that was...wow.” You mumbled, vision still blurry as you threatened to pass out from too much mental and physical stimulus all at once.

“Well, it’s not begging but it is a nice Segway. Ready for that bath?” Bucky was able to stitch together a coherent sentence faster than you thought he would and you couldn't help but laugh in both amusement and amazement that this wonderful man was all yours. Even if he did fuck you senseless. Literally.

“I love you, Bucky Barnes. Always.”

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earlgreydream · 3 years

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butterbeer.

| draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader | fluff |

a/n: requested by my dearest hufflepuff, @fitzfiles i’m so soft for draco

You sat curled up in the Hufflepuff common room, your thick herbology book resting on your lap. Cedric was beside you on the couch in his golden quidditch sweater, smiling kindly at you.

“Do you see? In order to care for the mandrakes, you must bury them in the soil like this,” you showed Cedric your notes. Every Friday afternoon was spent tutoring Cedric in herbology after your shared class.

“Yes. You’re much better than Sprout at explaining it. You should become the new herbology professor when the bloke finally retires.” Cedric grinned at you.

“I like Professor Sprout! That would be fun though!” You giggled.

“Oi, Y/N! Your boyfriend is griping to be let in here,” One of the Hufflepuff girls called to you as she entered the common room. You smiled at her apologetically, squeezing Cedric’s shoulder as you stood. You walked to the painting, letting it swing open to reveal Draco Malfoy.

“Hi,” you smiled at him, and he gazed at you softly with a loving smile. His usual arrogance and sharpness was gone from his expression as he looked at you with utter adoration.

“Hi, darling,” he stepped into the common room, kissing your forehead lightly.

“Cedric.” He nodded, greeting your best friend. Draco had been a bit prickly toward him when the two of you first began dating, but he warmed up when he realized that Cedric wasn’t a threat.

“We’re not quite finished. Do you mind?”

“I’ll wait. You can’t go in this anyways.” he said, nodding to your school uniform you hadn’t changed out of.

“I know, darling. It’s warm in here and I haven’t had the chance to change.”

You walked back over to the couch, and he sat on the floor on a golden cushion, his head resting against your thigh. You lightly ran your fingertips through his snowy white locks as you leaned over your herbology book, helping Cedric identify the differences between the plants for your O.W.L.S.

The other Hufflepuffs no longer stared at Draco, now used to having him in their common room. Draco was often hanging around, enjoying the warmth and coziness, and the way he was welcomed. He found that he much preferred it to the chilly, marble elegance of the Slytherin commons.

One of the second-year girls walked over, setting down a plate of pumpkin pastries.

“Y/N, Draco, Cedric, have some,” She said sweetly, smiling at the three of you and sitting down across from the Slytherin prince.

“Draco, would you maybe look at my potions paper? I swear Professor Snape hates me, and I’m nervous.” She asked shyly, and Draco sat up.

“Of course, let me see.” He took the paper from her hand, and she moved to sit beside him. You smiled down at your boyfriend, and the kind way he spoke to her.

“This is great, but you should add here that polyjuice potion takes a long time to make...” He fell into soft chatter with her, showing her where her paper could be stronger. Draco was gentle, careful to praise the younger student on what she did well. It warmed your heart, and you turned back to finish with Cedric.

“This is perfect. I’ll put in a good word for you too, with Snape. Please, I’m always happy to help you or tutor you if you need it, alright?” he asked her as she stood.

“Thanks, Draco.”

“Of course.”

“I love it when you’re sweet.” You said, leaning down over Draco and kissing the tip of his nose. He stood, helping you to your feet and taking your heavy textbook for you.

“I’m still mean!” He teasingly defended himself and you shook your head at him with a small smile.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Pansy that you’re secretly nice,” you teased back and he followed you to your dorm.

He set your textbook down on your desk, mindlessly folding the various clothing you had tossed over the back of your chair or top of the trunk at the end of your bed. He was extremely neat, always folding your clothes or putting things back in their places whenever he visited your dorm.

“Y/N, is this my quidditch sweater I’ve been looking for?” He asked as you pulled a yellow Hufflepuff jumper over your head, letting it fall over your black skinny jeans.

“Um, no, it belongs to my other boyfriend who plays on the Slytherin quidditch team,” you answered with a straight face.

“You’re dating Theo behind my back?” Draco asked, humor laced in his voice.

“No, sorry, the other one,” you bit back a giggle as he reached for you, tickling your sides and making you squeal.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m yours, Draco!” You squealed, trying to escape as your laughter interrupted your breathing.

“That’s right. You’re mine,” his voice dropped a few octaves, making you shudder with a small smile on your face.

“It doesn’t smell like you anymore. You can have it back.”

“Oh, I can have it back?” he smirked, pulling. you into a kiss.

“But I want another one in return.”

“Y/N, that jumper is mine too. And that one.” He pointed, and you rolled your eyes.

“You have plenty. You can share.”

“Come on, let’s get going.”

Draco wrapped a scarf around your neck and fastened the buttons on the coat like you were a child. You knew he was just doing it because he cared, and you let him, taking any affection you could get from Draco.

“Where are your gloves, honey?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, and he frowned.

“It’s cold, you can’t keep losing them.”

“I know, let’s go now. I’ll find them later, for next time,” you begged.

“You can hold my hands so they don’t get cold, and my coat has pockets.”

“Alright, love, come on,” Draco wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you to him as you apparated to Diagon Alley.

You shivered as snowflakes gently dusted into your hair, the freezing air nipping at your skin. You squeezed Draco’s hand, and he led you through the bustling street, weaving through groups of people. Draco was right, it was cold, but you didn’t dare complain, not wanting a lecture from your boyfriend about how you should keep better track of your gloves and hat.

“Y/N, go ahead,” he gently pushed you in front of him as he opened the door to the Leaky Cauldron, helping the two of you escape the cold.

Draco kept a hand on the small of your back, leading you through the crowded pub. You squeezed through the crowded area, and ascended a flight of stairs to the second level. You smiled when you saw your favorite spot was open, a window bench with lots of pillows and a street view. You took a seat in the large round window, and Draco settled beside you.

“What can I get for you two?” A waitress asked.

“Butterbeer for us both, please.” You said politely, and Draco added vanilla cookies. She smiled and promised to have your order soon.

“Thanks for helping me escape school. I needed some “us time” away from it all,” you told Draco, who planted a kiss to your lips. He tasted like sage and vanilla, and his kiss was sweet and gentle.

“Of course, I love spending time with you,” Draco wrapped an arm around your waist, and you leaned into his side, your head resting on his shoulder. He turned and kissed the crown of your head, his fingers lightly tracing the embroidery on the sleeve of the coat you wore.

The waitress returned with your drinks, and you grinned, leaning forward and wrapping your hands around one of the glass mugs. Draco smiled at your excitement. He loved seeing you happy, even if it was over small things, like a warm drink on a cold day. You were so sweet. You were kind to everyone, especially him, and he loved you for it. You were the breath of fresh air and the gentleness he needed in his life, and he was profoundly in love with you. He adored you, and he was secretly happy when you stole his sweaters, because he loved to give them to you.

A tiny silver necklace with a moon charm always rested beneath your collar, matching the one he war. He’d given it to you as a gift on your birthday, three years ago when the two of you started dating, and you never took it off. It made him happy to see you wear it proudly. Sometimes, he would watch you from afar, seeing your fingers touch the pendant lightly whenever you missed him. He’d walk up to you then, and see your face light up with joy when you saw him.

“Draco, can I have one of your vanilla cookies?” you asked sweetly, looking up at your boyfriend expectantly.

He held out the plate to you, and you picked up the top one off the small pile with a smile. You bit into the soft cookie, smiling at him gratefully. He kissed your cheek, and you fed him a piece. He lightly nipped at your fingertip, making you squeal with delighted laughter.

“Don’t bite!” You giggled, pecking his lips, which now tasted like sugar and butterbeer.

“M’sorry, love,” Draco laughed, not sorry at all.

The two of you played chess on the tabletop with a small set the pub had while you drank the butterbeer and finished off the cookies. You watched the snow fall outside, and Draco tried to teach you chess strategies, though you were mostly lost.

“That’s alright. It’s getting late, anyway.” Draco said when the two of you got stuck in your match, the empty mugs long forgotten. You looked up, seeing that the sun had set, and the only light outside came from buzzing street lamps.

You held Draco’s hand tightly as you stepped out into the cold night, burying your face in his shoulder as the two of you walked back to a side street where you could apparate back to Hogwarts without being seen. You held your breath as Draco waved his wand, and you were suddenly back in your dormitory, disturbing your once-sleeping cat.

“Will you stay?” You asked Draco, and he nodded, a small smile pulling at his lips.

“Of course.” He kissed you, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you.

You hung up your coat and scarf, slipping your boots off and placing them in the bottom of the wardrobe. Draco draped his slacks, sweater, and undershirt over your chair, and pulled one of his jumpers you had stolen over his head. You stripped before pulling another over your head, his last name stitched on the chest. You turned to see Draco was pulling down your duvet, and you smiled at him softly.

You walked over, freeing your hair from your plait and picking up your brush from the dresser. Draco’s pale fingers wrapped around the brush, prying it from your grasp. You smiled up at him as he gently brushed the tangles from your hair, helping you get ready for bed. You sat on the sheets, knees pulled to your chest, and Draco softly dragging the brush through your hair. You were nearly asleep when he finished, yawning as you sat up.

“Get some sleep, love.” He slipped into bed behind you, pulling the duvet to cover you both. He murmured a spell to shut off the lights, darkness falling gently over the two of you.

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling your back against his chest, settling with you into his arms.

“Goodnight, Draco.” You whispered, and he kissed the back of your head.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

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allthatyoulove · 3 years

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Potions and Fireworks

Fred Weasley / Reader

This is a sequel! (Click here to read the first part: Butterflies and Flowers!)

Summary: You wake up next to Fred Weasley, only hours after he confessed his feelings for you.

Includes: fluff, cussing maybe, lots of kissing

Words: 3.1k

A/N: Here's part two! I was so excited to write this one, sorry it took a while! Please check out my prompt list! You can request as many prompts as you’d like! Hope you enjoy the story! Feel free to leave any feedback and please let me know of any warnings or errors I missed, thanks for stopping by :)

I woke to the sound of birds chirping outside of the window. My eyes opened, squinting as they came into focus of the room around me. It was cold outside- which made it quite cold in the room as well. There was a light morning fog across the water surrounding the school as the sun began to rise. A few voices of the people in the common rooms below could be heard faintly. I began to stretch, turning to face the ceiling.

Before I realized I had an arm wrapped around my waist.

Fred’s arm.

I had a moment of panic before I recalled the events of last night.

I was thankful I decided to cut myself off after 5 drinks, being able to remember mostly everything. My face heated and my heart fluttered as I remembered helping Fred to bed last night and the confessions he made along the way.

“Did you like the flowers?”

“I really really like you”

“Just kiss tomorrow, eh?”

Part of the panic was over whether Fred truly felt that way when he woke up sober. However, the panic was miniscule in comparison to the excitement I felt over the day ahead. I didn’t get a chance to think too far ahead, however, before the twin laying next to me began to stir. He placed his head against my back, letting out a small grunt. I rubbed my hands up and down his arms that were wrapped around my waist as he pulled me into him, as much as he could. He was shirtless, which meant he had to have taken it off at some point as we slept.

The butterflies in my stomach only increased as he still seemed to be asleep. He was breathing softly, his heartbeat against my back. I carefully turned myself around, facing him. His eyelids were fluttering lightly, his brows furrowed. I smiled to myself, running my hand through his hair. I started to drift back to sleep, my hand on Fred’s cheek. The sound of his breathing, with the birds chirping outside the window convinced me I was in some afterlife. I felt so peaceful as I began to doze off. Before I even realized I was falling asleep, however, I felt someone place a kiss on my palm.

My eyes fluttered open, seeing Fred smirking at me as he held my hand in his, placing kisses all over it.

“‘Morning” He said, his voice raspy from sleep.

I smiled back at him drowsily, my eyes failing to remain open. I snuggled further into the pillow, feeling Fred scooch even closer to me. He placed a kiss on my forehead before pulling me in against his chest, resting his head on top of mine. I was trying to fight the sleep threatening to overtake me, but I was too comfortable and too happy to not give in. My eyes shut once again, shutting out the world around me as well.

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I suddenly woke up again, in the same position as I fell asleep. I was cradled against Fred’s chest, hearing the steady beat of his heart. I slowly raised my head, seeing the room brightly lit up. The sun was shining. I tried to sneakily unravel myself from Fred’s arms, sitting up on the edge of the bed.

The sun was shining.

My head shot over to the clock on the wall, reading the time.

10:47 am.

Shit shit shit shit shit

I rubbed my eyes, being hit with a sudden wave of awareness. I looked around, seeing that I was still in my clothes from last night. My mind was racing. We missed the first period, and we would miss the second if we didn’t hurry.

I turned around, shuffling on the bed to Fred’s side on my knees. I shook him lightly, calling his name.

“Fred. Fred!” I whisper-shouted. I didn’t want to startle him, but we needed to hurry.

“Hmm?” He said, shoving his face further into the pillow. I continued to shake him.

“It’s Friday, Fred. We’ve got school!”

He turned himself around, pulling me onto him so I was straddling him. He wrapped his arms around me, gently bringing me down into his chest once again.

“Mmm...let’s just stay in bed today.” He said into my hair, placing a kiss on the crown of my head. I continued to try and get him out of bed, no matter the butterflies that were in my stomach. I lifted myself up, planting my hands on either side of his face. He raised his eyebrows in suggestion, smirking. I rolled my eyes, about to speak before he beat me to it.

“Give me a kiss.” He said, his eyes falling to my lips. I licked them subconsciously, smiling back at him.

“I’ll give you a kiss if you get out of bed,” I said, sitting up straight. He squirmed underneath me, seeming to take in the position we were in. I smiled at his sudden nervousness, getting up. He tried to reach for me to bring me back to him, but he was too slow from having just woken up. He groaned and rubbed his eyes before sitting up. He pouted at me as I smiled, turning to go to my dresser. I searched for a clean pair of clothes and robes as I felt him watch me. I glanced behind me to see him sitting against the headboard, his hands behind his head.

He looked so, so good.

And his morning voice…

I was failing in not getting tempted to run back into bed with him. He purposefully put his hands behind his head, the sheets of the bed resting just below his hips. Two could play in that game.

I lifted my own shirt over my head, throwing it to a corner of the room as I turned to grab the plain shirt I had picked out. As soon as I turned, I heard the bed creak as Fred got up and practically ran over to me, crouching down to wrap his arms around my waist. He started to kiss my neck, mumbling between each kiss.

“Such. A. Tease. Aren’t you?” He asked, burying his head into my neck. My hand went to his hair as I laughed. He spun me around, leaning in for a kiss before I stopped him.

“Where are your manners, Weasley?” I asked, walking to the bathroom- still shirtless.

He watched me as I began to brush my teeth. He sauntered over and did the same, looking at me with a smile through the mirror. A bit of toothpaste fell onto my chest, and he wasted no time at all.

“Oh no! Let me help you with that.” He said, his mouth attaching to my chest, where the toothpaste had fallen. I let out a laugh as I playfully pushed him away. He just grinned and winked at me, continuing to brush his teeth. I finished before him, rinsing my mouth out and wiping my chest off before walking back over to the dresser. His eyes followed me the entire way, just watching. I had my back turned to him as he finished, putting my arms through the button up shirt every student was required to wear.

I heard him finish up, making his way back over to me. I didn’t have time to button it up before he spun me around to face him.

“Now do I get a kiss?” He asked, licking his lips as his eyes fell over my own.

“Mmm...Let me think about it.” I said, pretending to be deep in thought. He groaned playfully, laughing as he put his head on my shoulder. I reached behind me to grab his tie as I laughed with him. When he picked his head back up, ready to complain, I wrapped the tie around the back of his neck and used it to pull him in for a kiss.

He held his breath for a second before he brought his hands up to my face, pulling me closer to him. He inhaled through his nose, the taste of mint on his lips. My face heated and the infamous butterflies came back once again, always seeming to be there when I’m around him.

We finally pulled away, smiling drunkenly off of the kiss and each other. I let go of the tie, finally buttoning up my shirt. His eyes darkened as he watched me, his hands dropping from my face to loosely rest on my hips. I turned to grab for my tie before he stopped me, taking his own off of his neck and putting it instead around mine.

“What’re you doing, Fred?” I asked, looking up at him as he started to tie it for me with an innocent smile.

“Wear my tie today.” He said softly, smiling as he finished tying it. He put his hands on his hips, standing back to proudly stare at his work.

“They’re gonna notice it’s yours.” I said, raising my eyebrows at him. The boys’ ties had smaller stripes than the girls’, with more of the color red showing.

“Good.” He said, leaning in to give me a few quick kisses. I smiled at him before remembering what time it was and that we were already late.

“Alright Weasley, you’ve got to go get dressed. I’ve got to get to class, I can’t miss potions. Snape will be furious.” I said, bringing my hands up to his hair and lightly scratching. He leaned into my touch as he groaned out an agreement. He gave me another long kiss before he left.

---

I walked into potions with Hermione, who seemed completely fine for someone who was dancing on the tables last night. We were laughing about it as we took our seats for the lecture. Ginny came in seconds before class started, wearing glasses. She slammed her books down next to us, then winced as she sat down with an oof. Hermione and I exchanged looks, laughing at her.

“You alright, Gin?” Hermione asked, trying to stop laughing at her. Ginny shot her a glare, putting her head in her arms on the table. We decided to leave her alone while she slept. The lecture began on time, Snape teaching us how to make Everlasting Elixirs, which I had learned from the textbook a while ago. I spun my pencil between my fingers, my mind wandering.

I hope Fred had gotten to his class on time. I hadn’t seen him after we said our goodbyes, and we wouldn’t be seeing each other until lunch. Which was….

In 3 hours.

I sighed, holding back a yawn. Hermione was studying for another class, while Ginny was still asleep. I had to nudge her a couple times when she would start to snore, trying to make sure she didn’t get caught. Snape didn’t leave the front of the room, thankfully. I was bored out of my mind, checking the clock every minute to see it had barely moved. Time was going by agonizingly slow. I was about to put my own head down when I saw Hermione staring at me from the corner of my eye. I turned to her, seeing her looking at my neck. My heart dropped.

He didn’t leave any hickeys, did he? No. He couldn’t have. I would have noticed them. Right?

“What is it, Hermione?” I asked her. Her mouth dropped as she smiled, looking between me and my neck. I started to blush as I waited for her to say something.

“Is that… Fred’s tie?” She whispered, leaning in closer to me.

I looked down, forgetting I was wearing it. I mentally sighed in relief that it wasn’t hickeys she was staring at, but I still had to explain the tie. The heat didn’t leave my face.

I nodded, Hermione giggling next to me. I nudged her playfully.

“Oh shut it, how was last night with Ron?” I asked her, dragging out his name and raising my eyebrows. She blushed, her face turning red. I laughed, about to ask for details before I felt something poke me on the back.

I turned my head around, seeing Neville grinning at me, red in the face. I shot him a confusing look, leaning in.

“Yeah?”

He tried to point towards the door with his eyes, not saying anything back. I furrowed my brows, looking towards the door.

I saw Fred, silently closing the door behind him. He turned around and looked at me, winking and smirking. My mouth dropped, looking towards the front of the class. Snape had his back turned, reading directly from the textbook. I whipped my head back towards Fred, seeing him crawling under the desks to get to mine. I laughed, immediately covering my mouth and getting out of my chair to join him on the floor.

“Fred! What’re you doing here?” I whisper-yelled, helping him get under the desk. He hit his head, groaning before I covered his mouth, laughing. His hand shot up to cover mine as well, trying to be silent. As our laughter died down, I could feel my face heat up over his hand placement. We slowly took our hands down at the same time, Fred smirking at me. I smiled back at him, looking at his lips before I remembered where we were. I shot my eyebrows up in a ‘well?’ look before he responded.

“Do you want to go up to the astronomy tower with me?” He whispered, out of breath.

“The astronomy tower? Now?”

“Yeah.” He said, smiling at me. I looked towards the front of the room again, seeing Snape in the same spot. I looked over at Ginny, seeing she was still passed out, and when I looked over at Hermione she was already looking at me.

“Hi Fred!” She whispered. Fred stuck his head out from under the desk.

“Hi Hermione,” He said, smiling at her before ducking back under the desk. I widened my eyes at Hermione, trying to telepathically send her an apology. She just shook her head and laughed lightly.

“Go.” She said, continuing when I shot her a confused look. “Go with Fred. I’ll cover for you.”

I was about to thank her profusely before Fred stuck his head back out, looking between Hermione and I.

“Oh, that won’t be necessary.” He said, smiling. I held my breath as I spoke.

“What do you mean that won’t-”

Just as I began my sentence, the doors to the classroom burst open, George flying in on a broom. I stared in shock as he flew to the very front of the classroom, setting something down before flying away to a corner of the room. Snape got out his wand, pointing it at George before we heard fireworks.

George had put fireworks in the classroom.

My head shot over to the front, the class erupting into cheers and laughter. I started to laugh with them, unbelievably shocked at what was happening. Red and Gold bursted from the floor, exploding at the top of the classroom. One after another. Fred took my hand to get my attention.

“So, whaddya say?” He asked, laughing.

“Let’s do it!” I said back to him, letting him help me out from under the desk. Ginny had woken up, extremely confused about what was happening. Hermione was trying not to laugh, but eventually gave in and scooted closer to Ginny.

Fred led me out of the class, shutting the door behind us as we started towards the astronomy tower. We occasionally had to duck behind pillars, trying to remain hidden from the staff and ghosts roaming the halls. We eventually made it, collapsing onto the floor of the tower, out of breath. We laughed as we tried to catch our breath, laughing harder everytime we looked at eachother. My adrenaline was through the roof, I couldn’t believe what had just happened.

We both sat up, Fred scooting closer to me and putting his hand on my thigh. My laughter slowly died down as he smiled at me before going in for a kiss. I kissed him back, putting my hand on top of his. He deepened the kiss, his other arm going across my back to hold me as my other hand went to his hair. His mouth trailed from my lips to my neck, kissing everywhere he could. I was breathless, closing my eyes and focusing on Fred’s lips against my neck. He brought his mouth back up to mine, giving me another small kiss before pulling away and looking at me. His hair was messed up and he looked drunk.

I loved it.

We started to laugh again, Fred collapsing on top of me.

“I can’t believe you convinced George to do that.” I said, catching my breath.

“Me neither, honestly. He owed me a favor for when I did something similar for him and Angelina, but I didn’t think he’d agree to this.” He explained.

I sat up, giggling over the redness on Fred’s lips and cheeks. I stood up, extending my hand towards him on the ground. He accepted it, jumping to his feet and walking over to the edge of the tower with me. We looked all around, seeing first years on their brooms on the ground below. The sun was shining, reflecting against the water. It was cool outside, with a breeze coming through the tower. I closed my eyes, humming as Fred came behind me to wrap his arms around me. His face went to my neck, our bodies swaying left and right together. We stayed like this for a couple minutes before he held my hands, spinning me to face him. His face turned serious before he spoke.

“I’ve something to ask you,” He said, his eyes darting between my eyes and lips. My smile stayed on my face, my heart beating faster. I didn’t have any clue what he would ask, and the serious look on his face was worrisome.

“Yes?” I asked, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. Our bodies were still lighty swaying together.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” He asked, looking into my eyes.

I couldn’t hide the huge smile that broke out on my face. Before I could even reply, he continued.

“I mean, you already snogged me…” He said, earning a slap on the arm from me. He just laughed, before holding his breath in anticipation.

“I would love to, Fred.” I said, bringing him in for another kiss.

We pulled away and looked at each other for a second, before looking back out at the view. We lowered to the ground and sat wrapped in each other’s arms for the duration of second period.

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Tell the Truth

Prompts: aaaa the way you write angst is just *chefs kiss* wonderful. I’ve been really enjoying the butterfly project series, it has made me cry multiple times. May I request some fluff to balance the angst? - anon

Excuse me while I sob over Redemption Never Came and politely grabby hand for more angst with a happy ending (Roman angst my beloved) (Also you are an amazing fanfic artist :D) - anon

This is so heartbreaking and whumpy but so soft in the end and I would devour a second part about everyone trying to help undo all the negative patterns they've all instilled in Roman and just showing him affection and everyone's hearts breaking a little more each time he's surprised they actually want to be around him. - LadyofhteWoods

And now a part of me wants to see all those scenarios again, only this time Roman gets loved- walk in the kitchen, get a hug. Sit on the couch? Cuddle pile. Go on a quest? Bring friends, if hurt, patch up and movies. Crying in bed because you had a bad time and your brain is screaming that you suck and a wave of depression has rippled through you and you feel horrible? Have some tea… cry it out…. We’re here. - A_tiny_star_prince

Read on Ao3 Part 1

Warnings: self-doubt, self-deprecating thoughts

Pairings: dlampr

Word Count: 7688

Roman lies. A lot. Maybe it's time they did something about it.

Roman’s lies don’t vanish overnight. How could they? When he’s so used to repeating them, over and over, in a horrific little mantra before he goes to sleep, how can he be expected to get rid of them in only one night?

That doesn’t make them less difficult to hear.

Janus is downstairs, helping Virgil fold up one of the blankets strewn about the living room, when he winces and hisses.

“J? You okay?”

Janus nods, jerking his head upward. Virgil follows his gaze and winces too.

“…Princey?”

“I think so.” That’s a lie. He knows it’s Roman.

“I got this,” Virgil says quietly, taking the blanket from Janus, “you go. He seems to let you help more than he lets us.”

He never really had the choice to let me.

Janus swallows heavily as he appears outside Roman’s door. The lies aren’t nearly as poisonous as they were a few days ago, but they’re strong enough to curl his tongue at the bitterness in his throat. He raises a hand to knock on the door.

The lies falter for a moment before another one floats through.

Don’t come in.

He smirks, gently pushing the door open to meet a darkened room.

“Impressive,” he says softly, making his way over to the figure in the bed and perching on the end, “that could’ve been one of mine.”

He’s rewarded with the quietest of huffs before a head shyly peeks out at him from the covers. Janus smiles and tilts his head.

“Hello, sweetie.”

“Hi.” Roman shuffles a little. “Sorry. Didn’t realize I was summoning you.”

“There’s no need to apologize.” Janus glances around the room. His computer is off and shut. The bathroom light and fan are off. He looks back. “Can I help, sweetie?”

A shuffling of the blankets that’s probably supposed to be a shrug.

“Let me come find you, then,” he murmurs, standing and moving to where the head was a moment ago, “how did you get this many blankets on top of you?”

He slowly starts to move them out of the way, peeling back layer after layer, only briefly wondering whether or not Roman can breathe properly under these. It’s a careful act, one he treats with the same reverence as cleaning his gloves or his scales, creating a little cocoon of blankets as he gets further and further into the covers.

The last one puffs just the slightest amount, up and down.

So you can breathe, good.

Janus doesn’t move this one all the way out of the way, just lifts it up enough to peer inside. Roman’s little face peers back at him, partially covered by another blanket clutched tight to his chest. He looks so…child-like.

The realization makes something warm turn in Janus’s chest.

“Knock knock,” he says softly, “anyone home?”

Roman blinks. “Mm.”

“May I come in, sweetie?”

“Mm.” Roman jerks his chin toward Janus’s clothes. “Lose the sharp bits.”

Janus snaps his fingers, transforming his usual clothes into a soft yellow shirt and sleep pants. “Better?”

“Mm.”

“How did you manage to get so many blankets balanced on your bed,” Janus asks as he slips beside Roman, “mine always fall off after three.”

“Practice.” Roman shifts to make room.

Janus frowns. “Come here, sweetie, let me cuddle you.”

“You don’t have to.”

The frown deepens. “Sweetie?”

Roman buries his face a little deeper into the blanket. “You don’t like cuddling. Virgil an’ Remus said so.”

Oh, Roman…

“Come, sweetie,” he insists, tugging Roman gently into a proper hug, “there.”

“But—but—“

“I may not be as big a fan of cuddling as you and Patton,” Janus says firmly, cupping Roman’s face, “and I’m certainly the type that enjoys being tackled by Remus—“

Roman snorts.

“—but you’re upset,” he finishes gently, “and I want to help.”

Burden.

Needy.

Don’t understand boundaries.

Don’t deserve help.

Janus hisses. Roman sighs.

“Sorry.”

“No need for that,” he assures, still cradling Roman’s face as he pulls him close, “I understand. It’s alright.”

“I know, and I—I don’t want you to leave, but—“ Roman swallows— “I just—I still don’t believe you’re here.”

Janus wraps a pair of arms around Roman’s waist and squeezes. “I’m real, I’m here.”

“I just—“

There’s another lie swirling in Roman’s brain, too nebulous to make it all the way to Janus, but present enough that it makes his mouth tingle. He leans down to kiss Roman’s forehead.

“…you said it was your job to protect the Ego.”

“That’s right, sweetie, it is.”

“I guess I…I just…”

Janus gives Roman another encouraging squeeze. Roman brings the blanket further up his face.

“…I guess I figured that if you—if you could h-hate me that much or h-hurt me that badly and not—not care, then you…maybe you…”

Janus’s heart clenches as the lie finally makes itself known.

Not worth protecting.

He pulls away, shushing the heartbroken whine that Roman makes, taking off his gloves and wrapping every arm around the poor thing. He presses another kiss to his forehead, letting the hiss out into his hair.

“That’s not true, sweetie,” he promises, “and you’ll never know how sorry I am for hurting you and letting it get this far.”

And the poor thing is so tired, so weary that he goes limp in Janus’s arms, save for the blanket clutched tightly to his face. Janus frowns, opening his mouth to say that might be a little uncomfortable, what with Roman’s arms tucked between them, when he starts putting the pieces together.

Roman is still wearing a fair amount of clothing, he’s got something pressed up against his face, under his chin, and he’s got so many blankets piled on top of him that even Janus feels warm.

“And here I thought I couldn’t feel more rotten,” he whispers, carding one hand through Roman’s hair, another scratching gently between his shoulder blades, “but you must be in agony.”

A questioning hum is let out against his throat.

“You’re still touch starved, sweetie,” he says in way of answering, squeezing a little tighter, “are you still cold?”

There’s a soft rush of breath as Janus cups the back of his neck and then a noise is just about torn from his throat as he uses it to pull Roman close.

“Oh, shh, shh, you poor thing,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss to his cheek, “I’m right here, sweetie, I won’t leave you.”

They lie there for a while longer, Roman’s arms slowly lowering the blanket until he shyly puts his arms around Janus in return.

“There you go, sweetie,” he encourages, “hold onto me, that’s it.”

“Why—why are you letting me hug you?”

“Because it seems like you’d like to hug me.” Janus squeezes him again. “You don’t need to have a reason, sweetie, if you need a cuddle, you can have one.”

I need a reason. I need an excuse. I need an argument. I have to convince you.

Another hiss. “You can always ask for hugs, sweetie, you don’t need to convince me to hug you.”

“…really?”

Oh, Roman… “Yes, sweetie, you can ask any of us.”

The wave of disbelief that hits him makes him grit his teeth.

“I promise, sweetie. I promise.” Another kiss to his forehead. “You’re not unwanted, you’re not a burden.”

The silence he gets implies that Roman may not want to prove that—or disprove it—for himself right now.

“…can we just stay here for a bit?”

“For as long as you need, sweetie,” Janus murmurs, settling them in for some rest, “for as long as you want.”

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Patton is in the kitchen, the first one downstairs this morning. There’s already a pot of coffee brewing and he sets the kettle up on the counter. He reaches up to pull the mugs for everyone. The plain black one for Logan, the Nightmare Before Christmas one for Virgil, the sparkly one for Remus, and the blue puppy one for himself. He frowns.

Roman used to keep his mug down here too. This really big red one with a golden crown on the side. He hasn’t seen it in ages.

Footsteps on the stairs.

He turns and sees Roman walk into the kitchen, smiling brightly as if there’s nothing wrong in the world, not a seam or stitch of his prince costume out of place. He strides into the room like he owns it, as if he’s just come down the stairs in his resplendent palace to a crown of adoring onlookers.

“Ah! Patton!” Goodness, he speaks like it too. “Good morning!”

“Roman!” Patton rushes forward and wraps him in a hug.

This is where everything goes wrong.

Roman tenses. Not in a way that means he wants out, but out of sheer surprise. Patton waits for Roman’s arms to wrap around him but instead, there’s just a very, very soft touch to his shoulder.

“Patton,” he asks quietly, “are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m great, kiddo, why?”

“W-well, you’re…you’re hugging me.”

“Sure am.”

“…why?”

Suddenly Patton feels very cold.

He pulls back, not enough to let Roman go completely, but enough to look up and see a truly heartbreaking look of confusion on his face. He can’t help the soft noise that comes out of his mouth as he raises one hand to his face.

“Are you asking why I’m hugging you?” Roman nods. “I want to hug you, kiddo. You’re hug-shaped.”

“I’m…what?”

“Hug-shaped,” Patton repeats, tugging him a little closer with the arm still around his waist, “you’re worth hugging, I like hugging you.”

“O-oh.”

And Patton has to watch as every scrap of confidence falls from Roman’s expression, his shoulders slump, and he looks like he loses some of his height, even. The shift is so drastic that it almost springs tears to his eyes at how much Prince Roman suddenly looks like a lost child, swimming in a costume too big and too heavy for him. Roman face contorts as he looks at a spot on the counter, furrowing his brow as if it’ll explain everything to him if he just glares hard enough.

There’s something fragile about the way Roman leans into Patton’s hand, something breakable about how warm he is right now. Patton shifts his weight to his other leg and there’s a flash of panic in Roman’s eyes, quickly stifled but there.

“Oh, kiddo, I’m not going anywhere,” he murmurs, pulling Roman back in for a proper hug, “I’m right here, it’s okay. You just let it out, okay?”

Roman’s breathe shudders a little into Patton’s shoulder. Then he starts pushing Patton away.

Patton listens, confused, until he watches Roman shake himself and put the mask of the prince right back on.

“Terribly sorry,” he says in the awful, awful cheerful voice as he rakes a hand through his hair, “don’t know what came over me.”

“Don’t,” Patton blurts before he can stop himself, “don’t do that, sweetheart.”

“Don’t do what, Padre?”

“Don’t pretend,” he says, reaching out for Roman again, “you don’t have to pretend you’re okay. Or that you don’t want something.”

“I don’t like being needy, Patton,” Roman says in a soft voice that’s just this side of wobbly, “and you don’t like me needy.”

And doesn’t that just feel hot and guilty in Patton’s throat?

“I like you, sweetheart,” he says instead, “and you’re not being needy if you want comfort or even just a touch. You’re allowed to want something, Roman, you are.”

Roman huffs in disbelief and turns.

“No, Roman—“ Patton hurries to get in front of him— “you are.”

Something flickers across Roman’s expression. Patton doesn’t even need Janus to tell him that Roman thinks he’s walking into a trap.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” Patton says quietly, “I’ve hurt you so much, haven’t I? I’ve made you think that your job is wrong, that you—that you’re wrong and you’re not, kiddo. You’re not wrong. You’re not awful. I promise.”

Roman’s lip wobbles.

“Oh, come here, sweetheart,” Patton coos, wrapping him back in a hug, and finally, finally Roman’s arms come up to wrap around him too, before he’s being squeezed so tight it borders on painful.

Patton doesn’t care.

“It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart, I promise.” He rocks them back and forth a little as Roman buries his face in his shoulder. “We’ll figure it out, I know we will.”

They stay like that until the kettle goes off and Roman startles, jumping back a little bit. Patton soothes away the last of the jitters and smiles, watching Roman look like…Roman. Not the Prince, not the horribly lost child, just…just Roman.

“I think that’s my cue to make you the biggest mug of hot chocolate you’ve had since Christmas,” he says quietly, “now what mug would you like?”

Roman glances at the cabinet. “Anyone is fine.”

“Then why don’t you go grab one while I get the hot chocolate?”

Patton busies himself with the box, purposely letting Roman have his privacy as he picks out a mug, trying not to make his smile too blinding when he turns and sees Roman shyly hold out a big red mug with a sparkly crown.

“Good choice,” he says softly as he takes it from him, “I missed this mug.”

Judging by the way Roman’s mouth curls up in a little smile, he knows what Patton meant.

——————————

Virgil walks into the room and sees Roman sprawled out across the chair. He almost doesn’t see it.

He’s got to give it to Janus; even though he knows he can hear lies, he’s not sure he would’ve believed that they were actually coming from Roman. Because Roman looks the fucking picture of relaxed right now. It looks like he saw Patton and Logan on the couch and decided there wasn’t enough room for him to take up as much space as he wants. It looks like he’s occupying the entire fucking corner and not just the chair. It looks like he’s every bit the arrogant prince they used to think he was.

Then he sees how tight his jaw is and the slight tremble of his hands.

The room isn’t warm, there’s no reason for Princey to be shivering. There’s certainly no reason for him to be so tense as he sits in the chair, tapping a pen against his cheek in a fabulous impression of mindless thinking but is actually a carefully controlled way of preventing himself from moving any further.

He’s gotta hand it to him. Princey’s good.

Virgil walks up to Roman and shoves his hands into his pockets as Roman looks up.

“Dark and Stormy,” he says in a perfected casual lilt, “is there something I can do for you?”

And wow, okay, if this is what Janus hears all the time then Virgil has no idea how he fucking does it.

Janus hears lies, Virgil hears fears.

Please don’t make me leave.

If you want the chair I’l give it to you, I’ll move, I’ll sit on the floor, I’ll be quiet, but please don’t make me go. I want to stay, please, can I—can I stay? Is that okay?

Virgil tilts his head. “Move the book.”

Roman furrows his brow. “What?”

“The book.” Virgil nods to the notebook in Roman’s lap. “Move it. Move your arm.”

Confused, Roman does as he asks only to squeak in surprise when Virgil pronounces it perfect and plonks himself in Roman’s lap.

“Virgil!”

“Yeah?” Virgil pulls out his phone and leans his head against Roman’s shoulder. “What’s up?”

“You—you’re—“ Roman still doesn’t move— “you’re in my lap.”

“Sure am.” Virgil looks up at him and lowers his voice to a whisper. “No?”

Roman’s voice drops too. “What?”

Virgil indicates his weight. “No? This okay?”

“Y-yeah, it’s fine, I just—what?”

In lieu of a verbal answer, Virgil reaches behind him to take Roman’s free hand and pull it close, tucking it under his chin and clutching it there. Roman’s hand trembles. He finds himself absentmindedly running his thumb over the knuckles, the palm, the fingers. He keeps his eyes on Roman’s face.

Roman’s other arm lowers, gingerly resting on Virgil’s legs. Virgil smiles and squeezes his hand.

“I’m sorry, Princey,” he whispers, “I’ve been fucking awful to you.”

Roman’s face twitches. “…so have I.”

“What, been awful to me or awful to you?”

For a moment, he thinks Roman’s just going to say that he’s been awful to Virgil. Which, yes, he was in the past, but not like Virgil’s been. But instead, Roman opens his mouth and shakily whispers: ‘both.’

“I know, Princey.” Virgil squeezes his hand again. “You’re all good with me, and we can…if you want, I can help with the second part too.”

Roman’s eyes widen and godfuckingdamnit that hurts.

“I gotcha, Roman,” he says softly, lacing their fingers together, “and ‘m sorry I haven’t been there for you recently.”

Roman swallows, Virgil’s eyes drawn to the roll of his throat. “You…you want to help me?”

Roman, you’re gonna ruin my reputation of not having a heart by smashing it into fucking pieces.

“Yeah, Roman,” he reassures, “I wanna help you. You’re important.”

“I am?”

“Sure are, Princey.” He lightly knocks his head against Roman’s. “And if it ever feels like I don’t believe that, call me out on my bullshit. ‘Cause that’s bullshit.”

“What are you two muttering about over there?” Patton shakes his head fondly when Virgil decides to just turn his head upside down instead of turning around. “Virgil, that’s not good for your spine.”

“We’re metaphysical, Pop-star, who cares?”

“When you start complaining about neck pain,” Logan says wryly, “me.”

He glances up too and Virgil hides a smirk at how his face softens when he spots Roman’s expression.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes, yes,” Roman says hurriedly, “everything’s fine.”

“It’s Hug Roman time,” Virgil says immediately after, “so I’m hugging Roman.”

“I think that’s less of a hug than you sitting on his lap,” Logan says, standing, “but we’ll never fit all of us on that chair.”

Virgil feels more than hears Roman’s inhale as Logan and Patton start moving the couch cushions to the floor. He sits back upright just in time to see Roman’s hopeful face and butts his head against his again.

“Come on, Princey, let’s go.”

“…are you going to stand up, or…?”

“Or you could carry me.”

“Virgil,” he hears Patton chide.

“No, no,” Roman says, “it’s fine, I can carry him if he wants to be carried. I will need my hand back, though.”

Okay, yes, Virgil does enjoy Roman carrying him a bit too much for altruistic purposes but it’s worth it when Roman goes to gently set him down and the other two pull him down instead.

“There,” Logan says softly as Roman’s head comes to rest against the base of the couch, “much better.”

Roman opens his mouth to say something when Logan’s hand tangles in his hair and it turns into a slightly strangled sound. Patton chuckles, wrapping his arms around Roman and sighing softly.

“Hey, who wants to play a game?”

Remus’s head pops up from behind the couch.

“We’re already playing a game,” Virgil says, “it’s called Cuddle Roman, now get your butt down here.”

Remus gasps. “My favorite!”

“Okay good,” Virgil mutters as he moves out of Roman’s lap to make room for Remus, “I totally thought he was talking about butts.”

“I have a feeling, my dear,” Janus sighs, striding from the shadows and totally not making Virgil jump, “that it’s both.”

Remus just cackles. Janus takes a seat, reaching out to take one of Roman’s hands in his. Roman frowns at him slightly, his head still spinning from the amount of people around him.

“What—is there something wrong?”

Janus shakes his head. “It’s Hug Roman hours. So I’m here.”

Vigil chuckles at the blush on Roman’s face. “So this is becoming a regular thing, right?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“Indeed.”

“Yay!”

Remus just holds his brother tighter.

——————————

“…come in.”

“If you’d like to reschedule, Roman, it’s no trouble, I’m happy to…”

Logan trails off as he walks into the room, Roman’s back to him as he hunches over a table near the door to the Imagination. He shuts the door quietly behind him and tucks the notebook under his arm.

“Roman?” He takes a step forward. “Are you alright?”

“Never better, Specs,” Roman says cheerily, too cheerily, “just give me one moment and I’m all yours.”

Logan frowns. “If you’d like to reschedule, Roman,” he repeats, softer this time, “I can assure you, it’s fine.”

“No, no, that’d be rude.” Something crinkles in Roman’s hands. “Just—just one moment.”

There’s a heavy clunk and a barely contained hiss.

“Roman—“ he starts forward— “are you hurt?”

“Not hurt.” Another clunk. “Just…incredibly clumsy, it seems.”

“Can I help?”

If he weren’t paying attention, he would miss the way Roman’s shoulders tense with disbelief.

“N-no, that’s alright,” Roman says, the first time his voice has slipped, “I’m just…no, it’s alright.”

He jerks his head toward the desk, being very careful not to let Logan see his face.

“It’s over there, I’ll be with you in one moment.”

Logan looks, then walks over to the desk and carefully sets down his notebook. He glances up at Roman and can’t stop the soft noise at seeing Roman’s hands shake and fumble with a large bottle.

“Roman,” he calls softly, “Roman, please.”

Roman freezes.

“…please what?”

“Let me help you,” he says, walking over, “let me help you with this.”

Roman shudders and tries to laugh again. “You don’t need to busy yourself with inane and worthless tasks, Logan.”

Oh. Oh, dear.

“You’re not inane or worthless, Roman,” he says firmly, “nor are you a task.”

Roman’s shoulder is cold under his hand. He cups it nonetheless and leans closer, mindful to keep his gaze down and away.

“Please?”

Under his hand, Roman sighs. “…if that’s what you want.”

He’s not prepared for when Roman turns around, a bottle of micellar water in one hand and cotton ovals in the other. His makeup—done so wonderfully this morning—is smeared and wearing away, his nose bright red under the concealer. Logan lets out another soft noise, taking the proffered items and gently pushing Roman to sit on the table.

He takes one of the cotton ovals and gets it damp, cupping Roman’s chin in one hand.

“Let me know if anything starts to sting or hurt,” he instructs softly and starts to clean the smudges from his face. Roman sits perfectly still, his gaze down at Logan’s tie. His hands fold neatly in his lap and he looks every bit the cooperative ideal.

Except for the way he looks terrified every time Logan so much as shifts his hand.

“You are not worthless,” Logan says quietly as he works, swapping out the cotton ovals when needed, “you are not annoying me. You are someone I care about very deeply and someone I enjoy helping.”

Roman’s chin wobbles.

“I am always impressed by the ideas you create,” he continues after quietly bidding Roman to turn slightly, “and you never cease to amaze me with your creativity.”

Roman’s throat works against his hand as he swallows. “Remus—“

“Remus is Remus,” Logan interrupts gently, “turn—yes, there you go—and you are Roman. You are clever, you are kind, and you are wonderful, and I care about you very much.”

He takes a new cotton oval and takes Roman’s chin again, tapping gently until Roman makes eye contact.

“Close your eyes,” he bids, “and let me know if they start to sting at any point.”

Roman closes his eyes and Logan carefully, carefully starts to clean off the eyeshadow. The golden sparkles are stubborn, clinging to the skin, but he works patiently until the last of them come off. He realizes after that the oval is wetter than it was when he began.

“Oh, little star,” he breathes, glancing around and summoning a soft washcloth to clean Roman’s face the rest of the way, “it’s alright, you can cry if you need to. I won’t mind.”

“It’s stupid,” Roman mutters, raising a hand to swipe angrily at the tears, “it’s stupid.”

“If it’s making you upset, it’s not stupid.” Logan gently but firmly places Roman’s hands on his own shoulders and replaces them with the cloth. “Tell me?”

“I—it’s not even a quest.” Roman’s voice cracks horribly on the last word. “It’s just—I was making something and it broke and I—I worked really hard on it and now it’s ruined.”

Logan lets out a soft noise. “I’m sorry.”

His chest aches when the apology makes Roman shake himself. “It’s fine. Sorry, I didn’t want to just dump that on you.”

“I asked you to tell me what was wrong,” Logan chides, patting his cheek dry, “you’re not dumping anything on me.”

He sets the cloth aside and cups Roman’s face with his hands.

“And I am also sorry,” he whispers, “that I have made you believe that I do not worry about you the same way I worry about Thomas.”

Roman’s eyes fly open. “You—you what?”

“I care about you very deeply, Roman,” Logan says, “you’re very important to me. So yes, of course, I worry about you. You’re upset, and I’ve made you feel like you can’t come to me. I…I have not behaved well toward you. And I will remedy that.”

A new wave of tears meets Logan’s thumbs carefully swiping them away.

“Bonk?”

Roman leans forward and lets Logan rest their foreheads together. After a moment, his hands move to give Roman a proper hug, leaning up to press a kiss to his forehead.

“What were you making, if I may ask?”

“…just a house.” Roman sniffles. “It got destroyed in the last brainstorm.”

“Would you like help?”

“…don’t we have to work on the ideas?”

Logan smiles, resting their foreheads together once more. “This feels more important, doesn’t it?”

Roman’s small but warm smile is more than worth the extra hours they’ll have to spend working on the videos.

——————————

Somehow they forgot.

Somehow they forgot that Roman was scared of the dark.

It wasn’t common that thunderstorms plagued the Imagination, simply because—well, Thomas didn’t need literal brainstorms when he’s got Logan working with him. Sure, sometimes Remus decides he’s going to make his entrance extra cliché and arrive in a literal flash of lightning. Or Roman will create a field of flowers larger than the eye can see and soft bruised purple clouds will roll across the sky, quiet thunder and light rain that feels like a cushion.

But it’s never enough to cause a blackout.

For a moment, they’re all just confused. Thomas’s apartment is fine, Thomas is fine, so they don’t understand what’s happened. Then Remus points out that they, uh, maybe didn’t close the door to the Imagination as tightly as they should have.

He gets smacked upside the head for that.

So they’re here, in the middle of the dark, trying frantically to figure out how to not run into everything. Well, three of them are fine. Virgil can see in the dark. Janus can see in the dark. Remus can see in the dark.

“Is that because you’re the Dark Sides,” Patton mumbles as he puts his glasses back on for the fifth time in the past minute, “or do you each have some kind of ability?”

Remus smiles, even if Patton can’t see it. “It’s more fun!”

“That doesn’t—“ Logan pinches the bridge of his nose— “that doesn’t even answer the question, Remus.”

“I think you’ll find that’s his justification for most things,” Janus says wryly, taking Patton carefully by the arm and guiding him to sit on the couch, safely out of harm’s way.

Virgil elbows Remus to get him to put down the Morningstar, please, and sits down next to Patton. “How long is this going to take to go away?”

Remus shrugs. “Dunno. Probably won’t be that long. We all just gotta sit tight.”

Janus raises a hand to his mouth—not that Logan can truly appreciate his expression—and mock gasps. “Remus, suggesting that we don’t do anything?”

“Oh, fuck off, Snakey.”

“Language!”

Remus blows a fat raspberry. “Even I know it’s a bad idea to try and do something right now. I mean ask Roman—“

It takes a moment for them to realize that Roman isn’t sitting there.

“We should go get him,” Logan says after a moment, “just to make sure we’re all in the same place.”

And with that, Remus is off, stomping up the stairs and conveniently forgetting that two Sides can’t see past the little pinpricks of light at the bottom of the windows. Virgil rolls his eyes and makes to stand, only to frown.

“Virgil?” Logan touches his elbow when he notices him pause. “Are you alright?”

“Feels like I’m being summoned.” He rubs his chest absentmindedly. “But not really.”

“Well, let’s just keep an eye on—hey!”

Virgil doesn’t even hear the end of Logan’s sentence before he’s yanked into another room.

He blinks, disoriented, shaking his head to figure out where he is. Only when Remus bursts up the stairs and pouts that how dare Virgil sink out to beat him here does he realize why he’s here.

Judging by the way Remus’s face falls a second later, he does too.

Remus knocks lightly on the door. After a moment, he curses and goes to knock louder.

“Don’t,” Virgil mutters, grabbing Remus’s arm, “you’re gonna freak him out more.”

“Well, I can’t just blow the fucking door open,” he growls, shaking him off, “that’s gonna make it worse.”

He opens his mouth but another sharp tug from his chest makes him wince. “Okay, then don’t bust it down. Just—oh, god, we gotta get in there.”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.”

Remus doesn’t rear back and kick the door open, which says something about how concerned he is. They can’t see much of anything except for—

—oh.

Oh, no.

Roman notices immediately when the blackout happens. How could he not? He’d been in the middle of trying to sort out his journal for the day when suddenly he was drowning.

Oh god.

Oh, god.

Within an instant, his chest seizes. He can’t see. He can’t see. There’s something—

No. No, it’s fine. He’s in his room. Everything is fine. Because he’s safe. He’s in his room, he knows where everything is, he knows what everything is in here, he’s fine.

There’s nothing here to be scared of. There’s nothing here to be scared of.

So why is Roman so scared?

He shouldn’t be. He shouldn’t be. He’s a prince, for Disney’s sake, he’s the protector of the Mindscape, he’s—he’s—

He’s Prince Roman. Not some newly minted squire crying because he’s away from home for the first time and it’s all dark and scary and he can’t see anything because he doesn’t know what’s going on and he can’t tell where anything is and he swears he can see things moving in the shadows and—and—and—

Roman shoves his fist in his mouth before he can whimper.

No. No. He’s fine.

He’s fine.

…besides, what would the others say?

He’s a prince. He’s Roman. He’s not some scared weak thing. He’s just—he’s just—it’s—it’s—

They can’t see him like this. He’s supposed to be strong. He’ll never be taken seriously if they don’t see that he can be strong. They don’t take him seriously already, do they? Let alone if they could see him in the dark, alone, hyperventilating, terrified.

But he is.

He’s—he—

Something moves.

Oh, god, something moved.

He freezes, goes absolutely still, tries frantically to still his heaving chest, be small, be unnoticeable, his pride doesn’t matter right now, it doesn’t, he’s not gonna be hurt if he can’t be seen—

“Ro-Bro?”

His next inhale is a whine.

No, no, not Remus—he can’t—not Remus, Remus is strong, Remus will laugh at him, Remus loves the dark, he can’t cry in front of Remus, not for this—

“Oh, Ro-Bro,” he hears through the haze, “Ro-Bro, I’m so fucking sorry, I forgot, hey—hey—“

He won’t cry. He won’t cry. He won’t cry.

“Hey,” Remus calls, tugging carefully at the hand clapped over his mouth, “hey, don’t do that, Roro, you’re gonna hurt yourself, stop it, it’s gonna fucking hurt if you do that, you know that—“

The sob that tears itself out of his throat as Remus pries his hand away hurts his ears.

“Hey, Roro,” Remus soothes, taking his hands and squeezing them firmly, “hey, you gotta just be here for me, you focus on me, okay?”

“Re—“

“Come here, Ro.”

Remus scoops him up into his lap. To hell with whatever is twisting around in the shadows, Remus is holding him in his lap, rocking him back and forth and Remus is of the dark.

A rush of shame through his stomach and the first real sob into Remus’s shoulder hurts.

“Nuh-uh, Ro,” comes the mutter over his head, “don’t hold it in.”

The shame only grows. Then Remus tightens his grip until it’s all he can feel.

“I’m right here, Ro, I’m right here. It’s okay. You can be scared.”

“N-not scared.”

A gentle hiss in his ear as something—someone presses against his back and more arms than he can count wrap around his chest.

“Shh, shh,” Remus murmurs as he starts, “it’s just Janny.”

“Boo,” Janus whispers as he presses a kiss on his shoulder. Why—why is he here—did he—did he lie too much? He’s not scared, he’s not scared—

“Shh, sweetie,” he whispers as Roman starts to flinch, “I’ve got you, you’re okay, sweetie, stop that. We’ve got you.”

“You’re scared, bud.” Is that—is that Virgil? “Hey, hey, buddy, we got you. I’m sorry, Roman, I forgot you were so scared of the dark.”

Can’t be scared, can’t be scared—

“Shh, shh, sweetie,” Janus murmurs, “stop that. You’re allowed to be scared, it’s okay. You don’t have to be ashamed of it.”

Virgil presses closer, nudging Janus’s head out of the way and replacing it with his own. He leans down to nuzzle into the crook of Roman’s neck, finding the place his collar digs into his neck and loosening it. Curse him. Curse him.

“Hey, bud,” Virgil murmurs, “you’re okay. You’re okay.”

“N-no—“

Janus hisses gently in his ear again.

“No—“ Roman’s breath hitches— “no, no, no—“

“Roman,” comes Logan’s warm voice from somewhere above him, and no—

“Give him to me,” he hears again after a moment, and when he feels Remus’s arms begin to loosen and Janus pulls away he mewls—

“Hush, little one,” Logan says softly, gathering the poor prince into his lap, “you’re safe, you’re right here, it’s just a blackout.”

“You’ll—“ Roman hiccups, his hands still pushing Logan away from him— “you’ll laugh—“

“Never,” comes the chorus, Logan’s arms firmly around his waist. Then another pair of hands covers his and pulls them away.

“Hey, kiddo,” Patton murmurs, gently but firmly placing his arms around Logan’s neck so Logan can cuddle him properly, “sorry it took us a little longer to get here, we had to take it slow up the stairs.”

“Pat—Pat—“

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Patton coos, crouching down to run a hand through his hair as Logan tucks him into the crook of his neck and Virgil rests his head on his shoulder, “we’re all here, it’s okay.”

“Stupid—st—stupid,” Roman mumbles, “I’m stupid—“

Another hiss, followed by a kiss to the nape of his neck. “Stop lying, sweetie,” Janus whispers, “stop it. You’re not stupid.”

“I’m a prince afraid of the dark,” Roman spits out, disgusted, “of course I’m stupid.”

“Falsehood,” Logan murmurs with more tenderness than Roman can remember, “you’re not stupid. You’re not.”

“I’m crying because I’m afraid of the dark,” he spits again, “I’m af-fraid of the dark—I’m afraid of the dark, I’m—I’m afraid—“

He’s afraid of the dark.

Patton presses a kiss to his forehead. “I don’t like the dark either, sweetheart.”

“You’re—you’re not—you’re not crying—“

“No, I’m not.” Another kiss. “But you are, Roman, and that’s okay.”

“Come on, Princey.” Virgil butts his head gently against Roman’s. “You just gotta breathe first, okay? We’re not going anywhere.”

Remus calls from somewhere over his shoulder—what has he been doing? Where’s he been?— “come on, I got all the pillows.”

“Re?”

“Come on, Ro-Bro,” Remus murmurs, appearing at his other shoulder, “close your eyes.”

“It’s already d-dark, Re.”

“I know, but I don’t wanna get the blanket in your eyes.” Suddenly, there’s a swath of fabric hitting him in the face. “It’s just for a moment, Roro.”

“Ready?” Logan scoops him up. “Up we go.”

“H-how can you see?”

“He can’t,” Janus says, suddenly appearing behind him, “but I can. Come now, my prince, we’re just over here, come on…”

Roman lets out a soft noise of surprise when his back hits something soft.

“Snap yourself into something more comfortable, sweetie,” Janus murmurs, “we’re all just going to stay here for a while.”

Patton takes his hand and kisses the back of it as Logan helps tug down the t-shirt he’s poofed himself into.

“I’m sorry,” Roman mumbles, “I’m sorry I’m so scared.”

“None of that now, sweetheart,” Patton chides, cuddling into his side—oh, Patton’s in soft things too now— “you’re gonna be taken care of now. We’re right here.”

“I’m right here, Ro-Bro,” Remus says, promptly flopping down over Roman’s legs, “and no one else is going anywhere.”

Virgil huffs, curling around his head and ruffling his hair. “He’s right, Princey. Just relax for a little.”

“H-how long is the blackout going to last?”

“I don’t know, sweetie,” Janus says, snuggling into his other side, taking his hand between two of his, “but we’ll be here the whole time. Now please, sweetie, breathe.”

He tries. But it’s still dark and even though he knows the others are here, he can still feel the darkness pressing in on top of him. He can still see things moving in the shadows. He can feel it. He can see it. It hurts.

“Roman,” comes Logan’s voice, warm in the dark, “Roman, listen to me.”

“L-Logan?”

“Yes, dear,” he says, “it’s alright. Virgil is by your head, and he can see in the dark.”

Virgil gives his hair a little tug. “Right here, Princey. I’ve got you.”

“Patton is on your left. He won’t let anything hurt you.”

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” Patton kisses his cheek. “I won’t leave you.”

“Janus is on your right. He can also see in the dark, and it’s his job to protect you.”

Janus leans down to kiss his temple and squeezes his hand. “My prince,” he murmurs tenderly, “my sweetie.”

“And Remus…”

“Nothing’s laying a fucking finger on you, Ro-Bro,” Remus growls from down by his feet, “they’re gonna have to get through me first.”

Logan chuckles. “See?”

“L-Logan?”

“I’m right here, little star,” he says softly, “what do you need?”

“W—where are you?” Roman’s hands tense in Patton’s and Janus’s. “Where—I—I can’t—“

“Hush now,” Logan says, so softly, so softly, as a hand cups his cheek to brush away his tears, “I’m right here, I know you can’t see me. I’m sorry. I know it’s dark. I know you’re afraid. It’s okay, my dear, shh.”

Roman tries to reach out for him only to be thwarted by the grip on his hands.

“Hush, Roman, it’s alright, what can I do?”

“S-stay, please, stay—I want you to stay—“

“I’m right here, can I—“

“Please—“

He almost sobs again with relief when Logan lies down, his head tucked over his shoulder, curling his arms about his waist.

“We’re right here, sweetie,” Janus murmurs, “we’ve got you.”

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” Patton kisses the back of his hand.

“It’s okay to be scared, Princey.”

“We won’t let anything happen to you, Roro.”

It takes another half an hour for the storm to end and the lights to flicker back on. Roman stays tucked up in their arms, their soft words in his ear, gentle hands wiping away his tears, until he can blink up at all of them and murmur ‘thank you.’

“Of course, sweetie.”

“We’re here for you, Roman.”

“It’s no problem, Princey.”

“We’ve got you, kiddo.”

“All you gotta do is ask, Roro.”

——————————

Remus knocks on the door, the present in his hands. Roman opens the door and tilts his head.

“Re?”

“Can I come in, Ro-Bro?”

“Yeah, yeah, come on.” Roman shuts the door. “What’s up?”

“This is for you,” Remus says, holding out the box.

“Oh—Remus, I didn’t—I’m sorry—“

“You didn’t miss anything, Ro,” Remus says quickly, “and I’m not expecting anything in return. Just wanted to give you something.”

He shuffles.

“And I, uh, I also haven’t really apologized for the shit I’ve done to you, so…it’s that too.”

“O-oh.” Roman clutches the box. “Thank you, Remus. Can I open it now?”

“Sure.” He watches as Roman carefully opens the box and pulls out the stuffed octopus.

“Oh, Re, this is so cute!” He holds it up, looking at the little face. “I love it, thank you.”

He turns it over.

“Wait, what’s…”

“It’s a mood toy,” Remus says quietly, “if you flip it this way, it’s happy.”

The cream side of the octopus has a little smiley face.

“And if you turn it inside out—“ Roman flips the plush so that a red face frowns at him— “it’s sad.”

Roman’s eyes widen and he looks up at Remus.

“I know you find it hard to ask for things,” Remus says, edging a bit closer, “so I thought this could…help.”

“Re…”

“And I—oof!” Remus lets out a grunt as Roman tackles him onto the bed. He chuckles, his arms wrapping tightly around his brother. “I’m glad you like it Roro, just promise me you’ll use it?”

He gets his request a few days later.

It’s been quiet, Thomas is taking a break, and they’re all in various corners of the living room. Janus and Virgil are lazing about in the patch of sun by the window, Patton is in the kitchen, Logan is working on something on his laptop, and Remus is toying with the grip on his Morningstar.

Roman walks down the stairs and he’s clutching a little red octopus.

“Hey, Ro,” Remus says quietly, hopping up and scurrying over to meet him as he comes down the stairs, “you wanna go be alone?”

Roman shakes his head, pushing gingerly into the living room. Remus turns to see everyone paying attention to them, including Janus, who’s sat up fully and is reaching out to Roman.

“Come here, sweetie,” he calls, “is your brain being a bastard?”

Distantly, Remus hears Patton huff at the language but no one says a word as Janus gathers Roman into his chest, bending to murmur softly in his ear. Virgil scoots closer, acting as the guardian, letting Roman relax with the knowledge that nothing will surprise him right now. A gentle tap on Remus’s shoulder and he turns to see Logan, who bends closer.

“What do we do to help?”

“Help me make a mattress big enough for all of us?”

Under Logan’s guidance, Remus manages to make a normal mattress with lots of comfy blankets and pillows. Patton comes from the kitchen with a glass of water set on the table near the three on the floor. He pauses as he turns and quickly sets a cup of tea next to it.

Roman’s grip on the octopus doesn’t lighten up, even after he’s been in Janus’s arms for a while, even after Logan’s gone over and helped Virgil walk him through coming out of the spiral. Janus walks over to Remus and Patton and quietly tells them they should try and get them all to eat something. Nothing too straining for Roman’s system, but something.

Patton brings out a few bowls of snack food and sets them at the foot of the mattress. Then he goes and gently cards his hands through Roman’s hair.

“Come on, kiddos,” he says softly, “let’s move to the mattress.”

Logan scoops Roman into his arms, depositing him safely in the center of the mattress, little red octopus in tow. The rest of them cuddle around him, some Disney movie playing on the TV. Roman eats, then lays his head on Remus’s shoulder. Logan takes Roman’s free hand into his lap and cradles it there, stroking it with his thumb.

About halfway through the movie, Roman turns the octopus so that the cream side smiles at the screen too.

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jackiearbs · 3 years

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things that rwrb characters have said that i will never forget, a thread:

alex claremont-diaz, giving off dumbass™ energy (he has the most on this thread, for obvious reasons)

- "put them in my room, put them in my room, put them in my room-"

- “Jesus Christ, it’s like they can see into your soul. cornbread knows my sins, Henry. cornbread knows what I have done, and he is here to make me atone.”

- "do it for the 'gram"

- "leading member of korean pop band bts kim nam-june"

- "whatever, fine. henry is annoyingly attractive. that’s always been a thing, objectively. it’s fine.”

- "see attached bibliography"

- "i said, you look great, baby!”

- "yo there’s a bond marathon on and did you know your dad was a total babe"

- "awesome, fuckin' love doing things out of spite.”

-”Huge Raging Headache Prince Henry of Who Cares”

-”it is amazing you can sit down to write emails with that gigantic royal stick up your ass.”

- “who names a dog David? He sounds like a tax attorney.”

-” “Do I go on your side of the cubicle and turn off your Dropkick Murphys Spotify station, no matter how much I want to?” Alex demands. “No, Hunter, I don’t.”

- “for fuck's sake, man, you just had my dick in your mouth, you can kiss me good-night.”

- “Bake Off makes Chopped look like the fucking Manson tapes.”

- “THEY KNOW. THEY KNOW I HAVE ROBBED THEM OF FIVE-STAR ACCOMMODATIONS TO SIT IN A CAGE IN MY ROOM, AND THE MINUTE I TURN MY BACK THEY ARE GOING TO FEAST ON MY FLESH.”

- “You’re from Boston, Hunter. You really want to talk about all the places bigotry comes from?” (he really hates hunter goddamn)

-”so, what? you want me to quit politics and go become a princess? that’s not very feminist of you.”

hrh prince dickhead😎 - "the moment you first called me a prick, my fate was sealed. O, fathers of my bloodline! O, ye kings of olde! Take this crown from me, bury me in my ancestral soil. If only you had known the mighty work of thine loins would be undone by a gay heir who likes it when American boys with chin dimples are mean to him.”

-"“I’ve been gay as a maypole since the day I came out of Mum, Philip.”

-”i will turn this car around.”

- “yes, the cocaine, alex.”

-”i am a delight!”

-”have i mentioned lately that you’re a demon?”

- “are you psychoanalyzing me? i don't think royal guests are allowed to do that.”

- "i can't believe even mortal peril will not prevent you from being the way you are.”

-“the phrase ‘see attached bibliography’ is the single sexiest thing you have ever written to me.”

-"i just mean to say, you know, Philip is the heir and I'm the spare, and if that nervy bastard has a heart attack at thirty five and I've got malaria, whither the spare?”

- “they wanted something less fruity than the truth, but truly, what is gayer than a woman who languishes away in a crumbling mansion wearing her wedding gown every day of her life, for the drama?”

- “You are a delinquent and a plague. Please come?”

- “fat and sexually conquered, snuffed out in the spring of my youth. Here lies Prince Henry of Wales. He died as he lived: avoiding plans and sucking cock.”

june: “- that is a clear quartz crystal for good vibes do not @ me.”

- “He’s just so frail, it’d only take one good push-”

- “ugh! men! no emotional vocabulary. i can’t believe our ancestors survived centuries of wars and plagues and genocide just to wind up with your sorry ass.”

nora:

-”sorry, are we not? did i skip ahead again? my bad. hello, would you like to come out to me? im listening. hi.”

“prince henry is a biscuit. let him sop you up.”

- “you’ve been, like, Draco Malfoy–level obsessed with Henry for years.”

- “i don’t know, man. I was in my junior year of high school, and I touched a boob. It wasn’t very profound. Nobody’s gonna write an Off-Broadway play about it.”

dahra:

- “You need to get back to fucking England now, and if anyone sees you leave, I will personally end you. Ask me if I’m afraid of the crown.”

- “both sides need to come out of this looking like your little slap-fight at the wedding was some homoerotic frat bro mishap, okay? So, you can hate the heir to the throne all you want, write mean poems about him in your diary, but the minute you see a camera, you act like the sun shines out of his dick, and you make it convincing.”

-”come on, you backyard-shooting-range motherfuckers,”

ellen (should i say PRESIDENT claremont)

- “Diaz, you insane, hopeless romantic little shit"

- “I had Planned Parenthood send over all these pamphlets, take one! They sent a bike messenger and everything!”

- ”where? Are you hiding a turkey habitat up your ass, son? Where, in our historically protected house, am I going to put a couple of turkeys until I pardon them tomorrow?”

-“As your mother, I can appreciate that maybe this isn’t your fault, but as the president, all I want is to have the CIA fake your death and ride the dead-kid sympathy into a second term.”

PEZ !!!

- “frolic naked in the hills, frighten the sheep, return to the house for the usual: tea, biscuits, casting ourselves onto the Thighmaster of love to moan about the Claremont-Diaz siblings, which has become tragically one-sided since Henry took it up with you. It used to be all bottles of cognac and shared malaise and ‘When will they notice us’-”

-”-and now i just ask henry, ‘what is your secret?’ and he says, ‘i insult alex all the time, and that seems to work.’”

**extra: nicer quotes from alex and henry

alex heartthrob diaz - "never tell me the odds"

-"we were not afforded that liberty."

-“I hate this so much. I know. But we’re gonna do it together. And we’re gonna make it work. You and me and history, remember? We’re just gonna fucking fight. Because you’re it, okay? I’m never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you. So, I promise you, one day we’ll be able to just be, and fuck everyone else.”

- “On purpose. I love him on purpose.”

- “history, huh? Bet we could make some.”

- “But the truth is, also, simply this: love is indomitable.”

-“Take anything you want and know you deserve to have it.”

- “Someone else’s choice doesn’t change who you are.”

- “I am the First Son of the United States, and I'm bisexual. History will remember us.”

- “America: He is my choice.”

- “Give yourself away sometimes, sweetheart, There's so much of you.”

- the entire list of the things he loves about henry. i would die

henry:

-”i’ll be damned but i miss you.”

- “when you rang me at truly shocking hours of the night, I loved you. When you kissed me in disgusting public toilets and pouted in hotel bars and made me happy in ways in which it had never even occurred to me that a mangled-up, locked-up person like me could be happy, I loved you. and then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. Can you believe it?”

- “it sounds like you did your best.”

- “I’ve bloody well had it. I’ve sat about long enough letting you and Gran and the weight of the damned world keep me pinned, and I’m finished. I don’t care. You can take your legacy and your decorum and you can shove it up your fucking arse, Philip. I’m done.”

- “Should I tell you that when we’re apart, your body comes back to me in dreams? That when I sleep, I see you, the dip of your waist, the freckle above your hip, and when I wake up in the morning, it feels like I’ve just been with you, the phantom touch of your hand on the back of my neck fresh and not imagined? That I can feel your skin against mine, and it makes every bone in my body ache? That, for a few moments, I can hold my breath and be back there with you, in a dream, in a thousand rooms, nowhere at all?”

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #casey mcquiston #rw&rb #alex claremont diaz #prince henry of wales #june claremont diaz #nora holleran #ellen claremont #rwrb shitpost

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andreafmn · 3 years

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Keeping Secrets - One Shot

Word Count: 2,559

Description: (Y/N) and Hotch have been keeping their relationship under tight wraps, not wanting the team to be involved in their personal business. But too many glances and oddly timed touches make the truth come out before they can say anything.

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ ONLY), oral female and male receiving, unprotected sex, mild choking, insemination, foul language

A/N: I'll be back to updating the current stories next week. Thankfully, I'm feeling much better 😊

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It had been a long week in Seattle working on a case and all of us were exhausted. We had about six hours until we were back home and resting in our beds… or engaging in other types of physical activities. Currently, Aaron and I were doing paperwork sat across a sleeping JJ and Emily; listening to a game of chess happening behind them between Reid and Rossi, and the soft snores of the laid-out Derek.

"So, are you coming over when we land?" Hotch whispered as he pretended to be showing me something he had written down, a beige folder shielding our faces from view.

"I don't know. We can also go to my place," I smirked. “If you want.”

"You know I always do," he smiled. Our hands started inching towards each other between the papers sprawled out on the table in front of us.

"Ugh, how much longer!" Emily yawned, her arms shooting up in a stretch. Aaron and I got startled, and settled back into our chair, the touch of Aaron's fingers rapidly becoming ghostly. It's not that we didn't trust our team but we wanted to remain a secret for as long as we could. We weren't sure if the groggy agent in front of us had seen anything, so we stayed at an arms-length until we were back in the bullpen.

"Heading out, (Y/N)?" Morgan asked as he slung his bag over his shoulder.

"I still have some paperwork to finish up. I think I'm gonna stay late to finish up," I said. Once Reid, the last member in the office, left, I headed straight to Hotch's office.

I softly knocked on the door and waited for approval to enter the closed room. Many a late-night had we spent inside these four walls, involved in activities not safe for watching in the workspace. Hotch's head was lowered and buried in a pile of papers. I cleared my throat and his head shot up, a sinful grin dancing on his lips.

"Finished all the paperwork for the case," I smiled. “Just need your signature.”

"Good. Lock the door," he commanded. As I locked the door and closed the blinds, he started clearing the desk. "Now, come here."

I quickly abided by his instruction, standing between his legs, looking up as he towered over me. "What do you want me to do, sir?"

"Someone's excited right now,'' he teased. “Couldn’t wait until we got home?”

I shook my head and we laughed as he lowered his head and crashed his lips onto mine. It was rough and hungry at first, quickly shifting into slow and passionate before we came up for air. We stared at each other's eyes before ravishing once more in an intense kiss. His lips started to travel down to my neck, lingering for the right amount of time in certain spots.

"Be careful not to leave exposed marks,'' I giggled. "Don't want people asking questions, right?"

"It looks like you might have to wear a turtleneck tomorrow," he mumbled, his lips only hovering over my skin to let the words out.

"Agent Hotchner, I'm not playing."

"I am," he said hungrily. Ever since our relationship had started, my wardrobe had changed a bit, too many turtlenecks. Aaron enjoyed leaving exposed marks on my skin, loving the thrill of possibly exposing our relationship.

His hands started working the buttons of my shirt as his mouth kept ravishing my exposed skin. My hands joined his in action and started unbuttoning his shirt, running them over his chest to remove the cloth denying our bodies to get closer. Both our shirts got piled in a corner, the rest of our clothes joining soon after.

"You are absolutely stunning, (Y/N)."

"You're not so bad yourself, sir."

"Now enough playing around. On the desk,'' he commanded in the authoritarian tone that always made my knees week and puddle to form in my downstairs. "Look how wet you are, kitten. Have you been waiting long?"

"Ever since we got into that airplane I've been imagining what you would do when we hit ground." He grinned devilishly as he lowered himself and peeled my legs at an agonizingly slow pace. His fingers tickled my skin leaving indents in my thighs’ flesh. “Aaron, please.”

“Tell me what you want, darling, and I’ll do it.”

“Make me scream,” I whispered.

He grinned once more at me and dove to devour the aching mound before him. His mouth encircled it and his tongue teased my clit, the feeling reverberating through my whole body. My body squirmed and my hands flew to his hair, tugging every time electricity coursed through my body. My right hand was free and landed on my right breast, massaging the flesh to add to the ecstasy of the moment. The moans that erupted from my throat only worked to enliven his movements.

Soon enough, Hotchner’s tongue was aided by two of his fingers, plunging into me without mercy. A scream left my mouth, letting Aaron know the gleeful energy that was coursing through me. He chuckled against me, the vibrations rushing through the already swollen clit. His fingers plunged in and out at a punishing pace, and I could feel myself already clenching around him.

“Already, ready to cum, darling? Were you really that aroused?” I nodded. The only sounds that were leaving my mouth were moans and whines of pleasure. “I need you to answer me, (Y/N), or I’ll stop right now.”

“Mm... S-Sir... I was, mm, fucking on fire,” I breathed out. The answer was what he needed to send me over the edge. “FUCK!”

My chest heaved up and down as I stabilized it, feeling Aaron’s tongue press flag against my entrance, cleaning the area of all the juices that had sprouted. “You always taste so good, (Y/N).”

He stood up and towered over me, crashing his lips onto mine. I could taste myself on him as our tongues wrestled for dominance. Aaron’s hands gripped my waist and pulled me closer to him. Our bodies pressed together as I wrapped my arms around his neck, making sure no space was left between us. I could feel his erection twitch pressed against me, it was obvious that he was painfully hard at the moment.

As we broke apart from the kiss, I pushed him back onto his office chair. It was my turn to return the favor. My hand traveled down his body and landed on his knees, spreading them apart to allow me to get closer. He hissed when I squeezed the base of his length. At this point, any sort of stimuli would send him over the edge.

I teased the tip by circling my tongue around it and chuckled as he gripped the armchairs whilst letting out guttural moans. “Don’t tease, (Y/N).”

“But where’s the fun in that?”

The real amusement started when I took him halfway into my mouth, humming laughs of pleasure to boost the feeling. I knew I was doing good when he grabbed a hold of my hair and pushed me further down his shaft, stopping at the back of my throat. He allowed me to come up for air as I started gagging, webs of drool being left behind as I wiped the inevitable pooling that had formed around my eyes.

Seconds later, I was switching from bobbing up and down his length, furthering his reach of a climax, to sucking on his crown jewels. An action that had them contracting as he got closer and closer to ecstasy. His nails were now digging into the faux leather fabric of his chair, culmination in sight. As I took his cock out of my mouth, my hands softly stroked the flesh.

"Mm, mm, sir. You don't get to cum just yet," I whispered in his ears. "I want it all inside me."

In a swift motion, his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me up to tangle my legs around his. As we kissed, he transferred our bodies to the couch that resided in his office. My back made contact with the fabric as Aaron broke the kiss, aligning himself between my open legs. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but it didn’t matter at the moment. It would take far too long to wait until we got to either of our homes.

He stroked the head of his length from my clit to my entrance, teasing and wetting it before he entered. The stimulation had me clawing at his back, needing to feel even more connected to him than I already was.

“You’re such a tease, Aaron.”

“So, you can dish it, but you can’t take it?” He laughed. “Alright, because you did so good a while back, I’ll reward you.”

“Good,” I smiled.

He bent down to lay one more kiss on my lips before plunging deep into me. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt him inside me. There was no doubt that he was physically endowed, and my body always needed time to adjust to his size. But this time he didn’t wait, and he thrust at a punishing pace into my clenched orifice. We both wanted to feel each other as close as humanly possible, to become one in the best way we knew how.

Our bodies were sweaty, and our breath was staggered, moving at the same pace as Aaron’s thrusts. His back was marked by my fingernails and my neck was marked by his mouth. He pushed in and out of me at a rapid rhythm, hitting the right spot every time. My already wet insides were already pooling once again.

“Aaron, I’m s-so close,” I breathed out. “Don’t s-stop.”

“I wasn’t planning on it, darling.”

This lit a fire in Aaron, and he started thrusting harder than I thought possible. His free hand landed on my neck, his thumb in my mouth, the pressure only arousing us further. The whimpers and the moans that escaped my mouth mixed with the groans that Aaron was making, a blend of animalistic sounds that would alarm anyone. I felt myself clenching more and added my hand to the mixture to massage my clit, adding more pleasure to the climax that was arising.

“I don’t want you to hold back, okay?” I nodded. “I want to hear you scream.”

And scream I did. As he plunged deeper and harder, I reached the peak I was searching for, yelling out his name as I exploded around him. The tightness from my own body helping him reach his own climax, where he pushed into me his release. My body arched I felt him emptying himself inside me, his head falling onto the crook of my neck, both almost out of breath, an electric current coursing through our veins. As he exited me, his length was replaced with his fingers, pushing his seed back into me. Not a single drop to be wasted.

We relished in the aftermath, laying together on the couch. He was propped on his elbow, staring down at my face in the dimmed light of his office.

“You know this would have been a lot better if we were in my big bed,” he chuckled.

“You’re the one that came in here all hot and bothered. Couldn’t wait a couple of minutes until I finished some files.” His hand stroked my cheek, inspecting every part of my face. “But neither of us would have made it home. Too much pent-up energy in us.”

“That wouldn’t happen if we just used the no other rooms left and you stopped pairing me up with Spencer for rooming.”

“I thought it would be less inconspicuous.”

“We used to sleep together before we, you know, slept together.”

“Good thing I make the placements then. A quick switch around never hurt anybody.” He bent down and placed a kiss on my lips, a smile playing on both our mouths.

“I could always go for a round two, you know.”

Bait laid.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

Prey caught.

We started scavenging for our clothes, putting them on knowing full well that the second we got to my apartment they would be ripped off once again. He packed his briefcase and we headed out of his office, giggling like high school kids.

“Where you two going in such a rush?” A voice stopped us dead in our tracks, draining all the blood from our faces. Pale and shaky we turned around to be met with Emily’s smirking face.

“We’re going home for the night,” Aaron regained his composure. “We were finishing up some paperwork.”

“Okay, let’s say I believe you and let you go on your merry way,” she bargained. “How would you explain the tussled hair, the purple marks? Oh, and (Y/N), you missed a button.”

I looked down and noticed the missed button; I looked up and noticed Aaron’s hair; I touched my neck and felt the tender areas. There was no explaining that.

“So, how long has this been going on? My guess, month and a half to two months?”

“It’s been two months,” I said looking down. The blood that had rushed back depositing itself on my cheeks.

“Alright, pay up, guys.”

From the briefing room came Derek, Spencer, JJ, David, and Penelope, all laughing at their unit chief and teammate. JJ and Spencer went to Emily’s side, and each received a 20-dollar bill from the rest of the team. Not only had we been found out, but the team had known about it long enough to place bets.

“How long have you guys known?” Aaron spoke up, a sigh leaving his lips.

“We started noticing certain behaviors roughly two weeks ago,” Dave answered.

“You guys hid it very well for the first month, we’ll give you that,” JJ interjected. “But you got sloppy.”

“In what way? We always watched our moves in front of you guys.”

“Well, hand placements staying longer than needed; playful stares; overnight workdays; the turtlenecks; not to mention you guys holding hands on the plane whenever you think we aren’t looking,” Spencer mused. “But you could have told us.”

“You know we would have kept your secret,” Derek added.

“And we know that but it’s a bit more complicated than that.”

“Us being in a relationship is a potential liability to the team. If Strauss found out one or both of us could lose our jobs or be transferred,” Aaron explained. “We didn’t want you guys to have to compromise yourselves with our secret.”

“Oh my gosh! You both know we would never let that happen,” Penelope chimed. “It’s better that we know. Now, we can look out for the both of you.”

“Thanks, guys. We really appreciate it,” I smiled.

The team congratulated us with hugs and excitement, this time before leaving for real. Aaron and I caught a separate elevator, laughing at what had happened. We both knew our relationship wouldn’t have stayed a secret for too long before they found out, but we truly believed we had been doing a better job at hiding it.

“Are you still coming over?” I smiled up at Aaron, being engulfed by his arms. His chin resting on my head.

“It pains me that you have to ask,” he laughed.

It was going to be a long night.

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nagitoandkokichioneshots · 3 years

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Can I request a Nagito x GN! Reader fluff where they cuddle while it's snowing outside?

Mod Mikan: This was so cute to write! I hope you enjoy it, love! And I’m so sorry this is short, I got a bit distracted at the end

“Still snowing outside?” My marshmallow haired boyfriend asked me. I answered with a heavy sigh and tired nod, as I launched my aching body on our beige couch. Some pressure was added to it, making my snap my head at Nagito, whom shared the same sour expression of disconsolate with me. The soft thud of him tossing his iphone on the glass coffee table rang throughout the quiet room, filling the empty void that we both dreaded from being in

It wasn’t supposed to be like this though

My pale skinned boyfriend and I were planning on going out on a double date with Hajime and Chiaki, our best friends. Nagito and I weren’t one to splurge our shared wealth on pretentious date nights that would be gone in a flash. We preferred to savor our time together and cherish every romantic and intimate day that we spent together. Both our friends knew this and helped plan a date that would reflect our simplistic values

Just ice-skating and ending the day with some hot chocolate and pastries at the local cafe. It was the most basic winter-themed date anyone could think of

The now unobtainable fantasy rolled off of my racing mind, keeping my eyes fixed on the white fluff that was piling on our front lawn. The snow matched Nagito’s hair to a tee, numerous bitsy flakes falling on the already mountainous structures. The streets were empty, saved for a few toddlers molding the avalanche into snowmen and faulty igloos. Unlike their smiles and laughter that filled the vacant area, mine and Nagito’s faces told the opposite story

Our date was ruined

“Hajime and Chiaki cancelled. Can’t say I blame them though. It’s expected,” Nagito frowned, crossing his arms. He watched the flakes fall, some latching onto the clear windows and forming a thin sheet of ice on it. I made a mental note to pour some salt on the frosty surfaces that have yet to form by tomorrow. I opened my mouth, about to turn to Nagito to tell him, but I was cut off by a familiar cold hand wrapping around my warm one. I looked up at green, ghostly orbs, a gentle smile plastered onto Nagito’s lips

“Hey. We don’t have to sit here and sulk, angel. Come here,” He spoke in a tender tone, pulling my small frame into his tall one. He shrugged off his famous green hoodie, wrapping it around my shoulders. I furrowed my brows, opening my mouth once again to ask him what was going through his mind. But as expected, he took my confused facial expression as a sign that he did something wrong

“Huh?” He tilted his head, slightly worried seeing a fragment of skepticism painting a similar coat of thinness that the snow was forming on the windows. He gasped, as if he knew what the problem was, which was the farthest from the truth. He was about to take off his hoodie from my body, expressing his false ignorance with a sulk

“Oh, I’m so sorry, (Y/N). Such a shining ray of hope shouldn’t be wearing filthy clothing that touched trash like me. I--”

It was my turn to shut Nagito up with a dose of my own affection. Pulling the love starved boy close to my shorter stature, I slipped both hands through the arms of the jacket, holding him close. I squeezed my boyfriend lightly, both arms snaked around his waist. I heard a small, yet soft gasp of surprise escape from his lips. He was probably bewildered that his angel would actually want to wear his clothing, let alone, choose to touch him in general

A collected beam of happiness formed on his light-toned face, dragging me towards his lap. We shifted into a position where I was sitting on his lap, both my hands locked firmly around his frail torso. The infamous lucky student had the same thoughts in his bright mind, as he copied my actions. I felt lanky arms swathe around my own waist, bringing me as close as he could towards him. I was practically forced to lay my head on his chest, hearing the soft thud of his beating heart. I sunk into his touch, (H/C) locks nuzzling with his white long sleeve. Since colder weather became more frequent, Nagito opted for wearing a white long sleeve, a dead ringer of his usual T-shirt though

Poor baby....he already feels cold enough due to his illnesses. Why does the winter have to be so harsh?

“Nagito.....I love you....so so much....” I mumbled into the muted fabric, lightly pushing the crown of my head towards his chest. One of the arms around my waist changed positions, applying slight pressure onto my nape. Skinny fingers roamed through my (H/C) tangles, dancing in the slightly frizzy field of keratin

“I love you even more, angel. I’m so sorry this day didn’t go as planned. I hope I was able to keep that hope inside of you....please let me stay like this....” He responded, his hot breath hitting the shell of my ear. I prayed quietly to myself, wanting Nagito to feel the smile that was pressed against his ribs

Our favorite cuddle position was the sweetheart’s cradle, or spooning. Nagito didn’t mind being the big or little spoon. He was a fan of being held, as much as he loved holding his angel close to him. We saved spooning for the bed where we can lay down to have a better access towards our bodies. The feeling of having our warmths exchange between our flesh made us relinquish our worries and sink into our loved one’s comforting touch

The couch was also perfect for our cradling. Like Nagito, I had no problem being held or holding him. Nagito was tall, which allowed him an opportunity of tucking my head under his chin. He always took this to nuzzle against it, the soft plush of his pale skin mushing between my (H/C) locks. The tender beam on my face never left as I felt him do exactly that

“Nagito.....” I muttered under my breath in a dulcet tone. I was about to thank him for....well staying with me and for being my boyfriend, but he just gave my hair another hand rub before going back to rubbing the circles underneath my shirt which set me back to ease

“Shhh, shush now. I don’t deserve your thanks. It’s me that should be thanking you. You are my one and only hope angel. And the honor of holding them is something that is far out of my reach....yet, here you are,” He suspired in a soothing tone. I hated when he pitied himself, not seeing just how amazing he was. But this was Nagito we were talking about. Stubborn, strong-minded, tenacious.....

But a precious cinnamon roll

A few more minutes turned into several minutes of cuddles, whispers filled with sweet nothings, and the warmth of our heater aiding in the process of making both of us feel comfortable in our embraces. I lost track of how much time really passed between us. But my thoughts were cut off by a more...physical approach. A lanky arm was tucked underneath my knees, while the other was holding my back close to my lover’s thin frame. I let a gasp of shock, turning to see Nagito carrying me bridal style

“Can trash like me have a honors of spooning you? And maybe make us some hot chocolate afterwards?” He asked me with a pink blush, followed by a kiss being pressed on my forehead

I didn’t verbalize my answer. Instead, I responded with an affectionate arm wrap around his neck, puling myself to bury my face in the crook of his neck. I peppered a certain sweet spot with light kisses, making him chuckle, as he giddily made his way up the stairs with me

Just like that, our ruined day was blossomed into something beautiful. It’s amazing what being with your lover can do....even when you believe that your day can’t get better

#nagito komaeda #nagito komeada kin #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa x y/n #nagito x reader #nagito headcanons #nagito oneshots #nagito x you

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buckybarnesdollface · 3 years

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Mountainside: Chapter 3

Summary: Reader and Bucky aren't quite ready to return to reality after the storm subsides.

Warnings: Female reader, SMUT, fluff

I woke up the next morning still curled up against Bucky’s side. Sometime through the night he had pulled down a blanket from the armchair to cover us, and despite the fire having burned down to just embers I was pleasantly warm. I stretched my body, easing the kinks and sore muscles, a quiet groan passing my lips. I felt something hot and hard twitch against my thigh, and then strong arms were pulling me up to straddle Bucky’s hips. His eyes still held traces of sleep, but they sparkled nonetheless as his lips quirked up mischievously.

I ground my hips against his, heated core running over his already-hard length, and his hands tightened on my hips as he growled. He lifted me enough to slip into me before lowering me back down so that he was fully sheathed inside me. We both hissed, my hands falling to his chest to brace myself as I once again adjusted to his size – From this angle I swear I felt even more full.

Bucky only gave me a few seconds to adjust this time before his hands started rocking my hips against him. Taking the hint, I took over, rolling my hips teasingly before setting my hands on his chest as leverage to bounce myself up and down on his length. He grunted, eyes darkening, and then his hands were lifting to paw at my breasts as I continued to ride him.

After a couple of minutes, Bucky bent his legs at the knees and pulled my mouth down to his to capture my lips in a searing kiss as I rested against his thighs. He took over the movements, thrusting his hips up into me, alternating between fast and shallow and slow and deep. I whimpered, body falling forward onto his, and his arms wrapped around me as he continued to drive into me. I pressed my face to his neck, kissing and sucking and nibbling at the sensitive flesh until his breaths came out as sharp as mine.

With one particularly hard thrust I came, biting down on Bucky’s shoulder as I groaned. He growled and then I felt his hot release coat my insides. He held me tight to him for a minute before pressing a few soft kisses to my shoulder. I tiredly lifted my head to see him grinning lazily at me.

“Good morning,” he chuckled, and I smirked.

“Yes, it is. The only thing that would make it better is a hot coffee.”

Bucky cocked a dark eyebrow. “You tryin’ to tell me something, doll?”

“Well…” I said slyly. “I’d make it myself, but I honestly don’t know if I can walk right now.”

Eyes darkening, Bucky’s tongue darted out to wet his lips before a slow smirk spread across his face. He rolled me over so his body hovered over mine, nose skimming along my jaw. “Well then, in that case I don’t mind getting the coffee ready,” he murmured, and then he was getting up. I watched the muscles of his backside ripple as he bent down to grab his sweatpants, and I bit my lip.

“You’re staring, doll,” he said, without having to turn around, as he pulled the sweats up his legs and over his hips. I grinned.

“I was kinda hoping you wouldn’t put those back on,” I teased.

Bucky turned around, eyes glittering. “I’ll leave the shirt off,” he promised as he went to stoke the fire. I sat up, pulling the blanket up around my chest as I smoothed a hand over my unruly hair. I watched as Bucky brought the fire back to a low roar before heading to the kitchen to fill the kettle with some of the bottled water. Sighing, I got up and found Bucky’s discarded Henley, pulling it over my head and quickly slipping down the hall to the bathroom. When I came back Bucky was at the counter with his back to me, filling our mugs with the instant coffee powder. I came up behind him to wrap my arms around him, pressing a few soft kisses to the skin between his shoulder blades.

He hummed, and then turned around in my arms. His eyes raked down my body and narrowed, tongue wetting his lips. “Shit, doll,” he groaned. “I already thought you couldn’t look any better in that shirt, but seeing you wear it and absolutely nothing else…”

Bucky’s hands slid down my back to bunch the hem of the Henley in his fists, exposing my backside. “I should take you right here for torturin’ me like this, doll,” he said in a low voice, and I bit my lip as I looked up at him with my best doe eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sarge,” I said innocently, and Bucky growled, hands squeezing my ass as he spun me around to press me against the counter. He slid a knee between my thighs to spread my legs, and he was just about to slip his flesh hand underneath the hem of the shirt when the kettle started to boil, piercingly loud in the heavy silence. I jumped, startled out of the haze I’d been in, and Bucky reluctantly pulled away from me to get the kettle and bring it to the kitchen to fill the mugs.

The moment was over, and I padded over to the window to assess the situation outside. It looked as if the snow had let up into light flurries, and the wind had died down, but the cabin was half-buried in drifted snow. I turned to Bucky as he handed me my coffee.

“We’ll have to dig our way out,” I told him, and he shrugged.

“Won’t take long. It’s just the door that really needs to be shovelled out.”

“Good thing I have a big, strong supersoldier with me to do that for me.”

Bucky cocked an eyebrow. “Is that all I am to you?” he asked, feigning a hurt expression. “The guy that does all the heavy lifting while you sit back looking pretty?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I teased. “Did you want to be the pretty one, sweetheart?”

“Maybe I did.”

I laughed, and turned to pull his lips down to mine. The kiss was soft and sweet. “You’ll always be the prettiest one,” I murmured, “at least to me.”

Bucky’s cheeks tinted pink, but then he was tugging me towards the couch to fold me into his side as we finished our coffee.

“When do you think the team will be here?” I asked after awhile. We were still on the couch, Bucky’s back against the armrest and my back against his chest, situated between his legs. His chin rested on the crown of my head, and his metal fingertips swept lazily up and down my arm as my hands idly played with the fingers of his flesh hand.

“I don’t know,” he finally said, “but I can’t imagine they’ll wait too long now that the storm has stopped. I should probably shovel out the door soon so we’re ready when they come.”

I pouted, lacing my fingers through his. “I don’t want to leave,” I mumbled, and his body shook against mine as he chuckled.

“Two days ago, you were begging Steve to come get us,” he pointed out, “and now you want to stay?”

“Two days ago was a long time ago,” I replied. “A lot has happened since then.”

Bucky laughed, pressing a kiss to my head. What I hadn’t said, though, was that I was scared of what would happen once we left the cabin and returned to New York. Here, things were easy – We were isolated from the rest of the world. Our responsibilities, our teammates, the media; none of that mattered. Here, we were free to do what we wanted with no consequences.

But back in New York…Getting involved with a team member complicated things. Not only would we have to answer a million questions from our teammates, but since the Avengers were such public figures, the relationship would be impossible to keep private. Not to mention the liability it created on missions.

My heart sunk, and I wished more and more that the blizzard had lasted just a little longer.

“Well, I suppose,” Bucky sighed after a few minutes, nudging me up. “I should get dressed and go shovel some snow.”

Reluctantly, we dragged ourselves off the couch and to the bedroom to get properly dressed. As Bucky slid on his boots, I leaned against the counter with my arms folded across my chest.

“Sure you don’t wanna come out with me, doll?” he teased, and the corners of my lips twitched.

“I’ll pass. You know how I feel about the cold.”

Bucky grinned as he shrugged on his jacket. “Aw, c’mon, I won’t make you do any of the shovelling,” he promised. “You can just come out and watch me work my ass off so we can get out of here.”

“Work your ass off,” I snorted. “Please, maybe if you were a normal person it’d be hard, but you’ll have that cleared in no time, Mr. Supersoldier.” I shrugged. “Besides, I don’t have to go outside to watch you; you have to shovel your way out the damn door first.”

Sure enough, when Bucky opened the door, he was met with a wall of snow. “Suit yourself,” he said as he grabbed the shovel. “I won’t be long.”

He shovelled out the doorway in five minutes, and then went out to clear a small path. I bit my lip, and with a sigh I slipped on my boots and grabbed a jacket from the hooks by the door. When I got outside, Bucky was cleaning the snow off the kitchen window. He looked up when he heard me coming, a grin spreading across his face.

“Decided to come out after all?”

“I couldn’t pass up the chance to see Bucky Barnes do something as mundane and domestic as shovel snow,” I teased, and he laughed.

“Hey, I’ve been pretty domestic since we got here,” he replied. “I’ve kept a fire going, cooked, made coffee…” His lips curved into a lopsided grin. “That’s husband material right there, isn’t it?”

I choked on the air I’d breathed in, eyes widening. My heart hammered against my ribcage. “What?” I managed to get out, and he shrugged.

“Y’know, like that meme about being boyfriend material?” he said. “But this would be more husband material, because it’s so domestic.”

“Oh.” It was a joke. He was joking. My heart rate slowed back down to normal as I realized he hadn’t been suggesting what I thought he was, and I shook my head, fixing a playful grin on my face despite still feeling lightheaded. “Since when do you know enough about what a meme is to reference them?” I teased, and Bucky squared his shoulders.

“I may be an old man, but I keep up with the culture,” he told me, and I laughed.

“The image I have in my head right now of the Winter Soldier scrolling through the internet looking at memes is priceless.”

“Oh, shut up,” Bucky grumbled, though his eyes sparkled.

“No, really,” I insisted. “What’s next, are you gonna start listening to Cardi B and Post Malone? Or start dressing like the ‘kids these days’?”

I put air quotes around “kids these days,” and Bucky’s eyes narrowed.

“Watch it, doll,” he warned devilishly.

“Or what?” I replied. “What are you gonna do, old man? Bore me to death with a story about the Great Depression?”

I was only teasing him, and he knew it; his wicked grin said so. “Alright, that’s it,” he decided, and then he was grabbing me under the knees and lifting me to swing me over his shoulder. I shrieked, hitting my fists against his back.

“Bucky, put me down!” I cried. His hand came up to pinch my ass and I squeaked.

“No can do, sweetheart,” he said to me. “I warned you.”

I squirmed, but he only held tighter. When I realized what he planned on doing my eyes widened, and I squirmed harder as my fists pounded against his back. “Bucky, no,” I warned. “Bucky…James, stop!”

He didn’t listen, tossing me into one of the snow drifts out in the yard. I shrieked as I hit the snow, sinking deep into it. It was cold and powdery, at least, rather than wet and packy, but I still glowered as I pulled myself up to my feet.

“Oh, you are dead,” I said in a low voice, and Bucky only grinned before tossing a handful of snow at my chest. I lunged forward, but he was quicker and he caught me around the waist, spinning me around before dramatically falling backwards into the snow, me on top of him. Grinning mischievously, I grabbed a handful of snow and smushed it in his face.

“Oof,” he grunted, scrunching his nose and squeezing his eyes shut, and then he was rolling over so I was the one pressed to the snow. It was cold underneath me and I wiggled, hoping he’d let me up. “That was dirty, (Y/N),” he said with a pout, and I couldn’t help but giggle at the snow clinging to his eyebrows and eyelashes.

“No one ever said I played nice,” I teased, and the muscle in Bucky’s jaw twitched. He made no move to get up, and it was my turn to pout. “Buck, I’m freezing,” I whined, and he smirked.

“Maybe you shoulda been nicer.”

I arched a brow. “Is that really what you want, though?”

His blue eyes glinted, but he didn’t say anything, instead running a hand through his hair roughly to get the snow out of it. The snowflakes fell onto my face, cold and wet, and I scrunched my nose as I turned my head to the side.

“Bucky!” I breathed. “Please, I surrender, I’m so cold.”

Bucky’s smile was honey as he got up and pulled me up with him. “Let’s go back inside, then,” he murmured, “and I promise to warm you up real good.”

I shivered, but this time it wasn’t from the cold. I let him tug me back into the cabin, where he started peeling off my wet clothes as soon as he’d shut the door behind us. He frowned as the fingertips of his flesh hand traced down the curve of my waist and over my hip.

“Shit, you are cold,” he breathed. I shook my head, clawing at his own clothes to get him as naked as I was.

“It doesn’t matter,” I mumbled as I freed him of his shirt. “You promised to warm me up, that’s all that matters.”

With a growl, Bucky discarded the rest of his clothes in a pile on the doormat, and then he held his arms open and I jumped, my arms winding around his neck and my legs locking around his waist as he secured his hands under my thighs. My lips found his, and I kissed him hungrily as he carried me through the cabin to the bedroom. He tossed me playfully onto the bed and I squealed as I bounced back into the pillows, and then he was crawling up the bed to cover my body with his, claiming my mouth in another kiss.

He kissed me deeply as his flesh hand snaked down my body to press against my core. I moaned into his mouth as he rubbed circles against my clit before dipping two fingers into me. He pumped them in and out at a steady pace, his thumb finding my clit and pressing against it. His lips travelled down my jaw to my throat, where he sucked lightly at my pulse point until my back arched off the mattress in a soft moan, pleasure taking over as the sensations became too much.

“Good girl,” Bucky murmured as his hand slowed to a stop and his lips returned to mine. I barely had time to register the loss of his fingers inside me before he was burying his length in me. I gasped and he let out a guttural groan as my still-sensitive walls clenched around him.

This time, there was nothing slow about the way Bucky rolled his hips into mine. It was hard and fast, desperate and hungry, and it didn’t take long before my skin was flushed and a thin sheen of sweat had beaded on my flesh. The room was filled with the sounds of grunts, gasps and moans, and the sinful sound of flesh on flesh. Bucky lifted one of my legs over his shoulder to change the angle and I exhaled sharply, hands fisting in the bedsheets.

It didn’t take long for either of us to reach our climax; we came simultaneously, my walls clenching around Bucky at the same time that he spilled inside me. He threw his head back with a deep groan and I keened as he continued with slow, shallow thrusts until we’d ridden it out.

We stayed in bed for awhile after, not saying anything and just holding each other. We both knew this was coming to an end, and we wanted to drag it out as long as we could. Eventually, though, we knew it was only a matter of time before Steve and the others got here, and we reluctantly got out of bed.

“I should check your stitches one last time,” Bucky murmured, and I sat on the edge of the bed as he delicately unwrapped the bandage. He lifted my arm to examine it more closely, and when he was satisfied it was healing, he put a fresh bandage on. “Good to go,” he said, and I gave him a soft smile.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime you need me to poke you with a needle, doll, I’ve got you.”

I wanted to make a joke, but the lump in my throat made it impossible to do anything but nod. I stood, pulling my jumpsuit back on, not wanting to take any clothing that wasn’t mine. I picked up Bucky’s Henley off the floor and held it out to him.

“Here,” I said, and he shook his head.

“You keep it,” he murmured, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “It looks better on you, anyway.”

My heart fluttered, and I pulled it over my head. This time Bucky’s smile was wide as he pulled his sweater on.

We cleaned up the cabin as best we could, leaving behind virtually no trace of what had taken place here the past couple of days. When everything was back in place, there was nothing left to do but sit and wait. We curled up on the couch, and Bucky’s hand smoothed out my hair.

“Why don’t you get some sleep, doll,” he suggested softly. “You’re exhausted; I can tell. I’ll wake you up when they get here.”

I wanted to protest, to stay awake and enjoy the last little bit of time we had here together, but Bucky was warm and I was comfortable and the soft rise and fall of his chest lulled my tired body to sleep faster than I could muster the energy to argue.

A gentle hand shook my shoulder. “(Y/N), wake up,” Bucky murmured. “They’re here.”

I groaned and sat up in time to hear the rumble of snowmobiles outside. Bucky took my hand and pulled me up off the couch, and he put the fire out as I laced up my boots. He tossed me his jacket.

“You’ll freeze without it,” he said before I could protest, and I nodded as I pulled it over my shoulders and zipped it up.

There were two snowmobiles outside when Bucky opened the door; Steve was on one and Natasha on the other. Steve’s face flooded with relief when he saw that we were both okay.

“Thank god,” he breathed. “Come on. Tony and Sam are waiting back at the quinjet, but we have to get out of here before HYDRA realizes we’ve come.”

“Hop on, soldier,” Nat said to Bucky, and I frowned. He looked between her and me and shook his head.

“You ride with Steve,” he said. “I’ll take (Y/N) on this one.”

Natasha’s brow furrowed. “Why does it matter –”

“Just do it.” Bucky’s voice was firm, and Natasha grumbled as she got off the snowmobile and climbed on behind Steve, whose brow was furrowed in confusion. Bucky got onto the snowmobile and motioned for me to get on behind him. I did, securing my arms around his waist.

“Are we good?” Steve asked, and everyone nodded. He took off, and Bucky looked at me over his shoulder.

“Hold on tight, doll,” he said, and in response my arms tightened around him. He grinned, and then revved the engine before following Steve.

The air was bitingly cold as it whipped across my cheeks, and I buried my face against Bucky’s back. I was grateful that he’d given me his jacket; I would have frozen otherwise. The trip to the quinjet was fairly quick; as soon as we approached, a ramp lowered to drive the machines onto the jet. Once inside, I released Bucky and slid stiffly off the snowmobile. Tony and Sam appeared.

“Oh, good, you’re safe,” Tony said. “Now are we ready to go?”

Steve nodded. “Yes, let’s get out of here.”

Everyone headed to the front of the jet, and Bucky and I followed. We buckled in for takeoff, and then Tony had us in the air and on our way back to New York.

Once the quinjet was in the air and we no longer had to stay buckled in, Bucky got up and headed to the back of the jet. I frowned, and then got up and followed. I found him grabbing a bottle of water from the little fridge.

“(Y/N), hey,” he said, surprised. I bit my lip.

“Can we talk?” I asked hesitantly, and he nodded.

“Of course. Yeah. What’s up?”

I hesitated, but I had to know so I pushed myself to speak. “Look, I don’t want to be that girl,” I started, “but…things happened back at that cabin, and now that we’re going back to New York, and back to reality…” I swallowed hard. “Where do we go from here, Buck?”

Bucky was silent for a moment, and I feared I’d made a fool of myself. But then he set his water bottle down and took my face between his hands, backing me against the wall out of view of any lurking eyes, and kissed me dizzy. When he pulled away, his thumbs brushed over my cheekbones.

“Don’t you remember what I said about São Paulo?” he asked, and I nodded.

“Yes, but –”

“But nothing. (Y/N), I have feelings for you. If that story about São Paulo didn’t make that clear, then I would at least hope my actions at the cabin did.” His eyes sparkled. “And if that wasn’t enough, then I’ll say it now; (Y/N), I want to be with you.”

I bit my lip. My heart was full, but I shook my head. “What do we tell the team…?”

“Nothing, right now, if you don’t want to,” he said with a shake of his head. “We can tell them, or we can just keep it between ourselves right now. It’s entirely up to you.”

I was beaming, I was so happy. I knew we would have to tell the team eventually, but right now I liked the idea of keeping Bucky to myself.

“I’m not ready to share you yet,” I admitted, and he grinned.

“I’m alright with that. But that just leaves one more question, then.”

My brow furrowed. “What’s that?”

He grinned mischievously. “Which one of us is sneaking the other one into their room tonight?”

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New prompt! New prompt! N e w p r o m p t! ✪ ω ✪ So I hope I understand rules right, but if not - I'm so sorry. May I request Sawamura Daichi + childhood friends + fluff + 23 + 36 and Aizawa Shota + kiss at midnight + fluff + 1 + 31?

Midnight Kiss (Aizawa x reader)

Childhood friends to lovers (Sawamura x reader)

Oh hiii! ♥ I hope you are fine :)) Ahhh and thank you for the request. You understand the rules right yes :)) So let’s go!

Valentine’s Day - Prompt Event | Masterlist (coming soon)

Pairing: Aizawa x reader (kiss at midnight) Warning: just fluff Prompts: 1. “I missed being with you like this.“ 31. “Can I play with your hair?”

Again, you sit here, looking out into the dark sky, into the night full of stars, hoping Aizawa will be fine. Last time you heard from him was four days ago. A good night’s text, a message that he thinks of you and you should try to sleep. Nothing more.

He is together with other top heroes in a battle against the villains. They work undercover and actually you shouldn’t know about it, but Aizawa could not just leave you in the dark.

You haven’t seen him for ten days. For ten days you didn’t feel his warmth and sat alone outside on your terrace. Still sitting alone drinking your now-lukewarm tea. Even today he doesn’t come anymore. Admit to yourself, as you look into your empty teacup and change the cold of the night, by the warmth of your apartment to lie down in your shared bed. Without him.

Another four days pass, in which you sit every evening on your terrace. Drinking tea and going to bed. Over two weeks have passed, the fifteenth night is coming.

Again, you sit in your sleeping clothes on the terrace, the long sleeves of your cardigan lie over your hands, while your tea cup is already empty and is now illuminated by the bright moon. He’s not here again. You sigh, hide your tears and close your eyes. You want to stay in the chilly night air for a minute. Sense the cold air on your skin for another minute. But it suddenly gets warm around your shoulders.

Aizawa is strongly convinced that you are already asleep. After all, it’s midnight. Therefore, he sneaks carefully into your apartment, only to acknowledge that the living room light is on and the bedroom door is still wide open.

Skeptically, he looks into it, finds there only an empty made bed, as he goes into the living room to see if you are not perhaps asleep on the couch. But you’re not there either. Instead, a slight breeze blows a strand of hair out of his face, causing him to look in the door's direction. He can look out into the free where he sees the person who gives him so much comfort.

Quietly you look at the sky, smiling a little while resting on the floor on a seat cushion, next to you an empty cup of tea. He doesn’t notice, but his corners of his mouth have slightly pulled up as he looks at your silhouette.

Again he goes back to the bedroom, fetches your thick blanket and steps together with it outside on the terrace.

Quietly he sneaks up on you, lays the blanket over his and your body, before he silently pulls you from behind in his embrace. You say nothing either. Let his arms hold you to his body while he gives you a loving kiss on the crown.

Aizawa is not a man of big words. He’s not a person who reveals his emotions, but he would lie if he said he didn’t miss you. Although he never had a photo of you with him, because the fear was too big that the villains could do something to you, should they catch Aizawa. Still, he always had your picture before his eyes.

Your beautiful smile when you greet him with coffee in the morning. Your pouting when Aizawa had once again forgotten to eat the food you lovingly prepared for him. Your embarrassed gaze when you pulled on the zipper of his yellow sleeping bag to ask him to let you in and cuddle. He had really missed all that.

And now he is with you, has you in his arms, can feel your warmth on his skin, perceive your scent, watch you, while you can listen to the crickets chirping in peace. His arms pull you closer to him. Almost steal you the air out to breathe.

“I missed being with you like this.” His voice is serious, yet calm and full of love, as his thumbs caress your arms and he buries his head like a cat purring in the crook of your neck. Tired, Aizawa closes his eyes, enjoys the moment as your hand strolls towards his head and begins to scratch it.

You breathe with joy, smiling at the almost sleeping man on your shoulder as his lips separate and he lures up to you under his long eyelashes. “Can you turn to me, Y/n?” Although you are surprised that he is suddenly so touchy, you are also happy about his affection. After all, you missed him.

So you turn around, get closer to him to sit on his lap. But your smile fades. You gently pat him over his face, the beard stubble that has now almost become a real beard, over the large plaster that adorns his temple and think that he could probably have more injuries.

But your hand does not remain on his skin for long, as Aizawa’s hand wraps around your own and pulls it away from him, only to kiss your ankles afterwards. “Hey, kitten, it’s all right. Don’t look so sad.”

Brooding, you try to believe him, try to smile as you look into his raven-black eyes. “Only on one condition.” You smile, but Aizawa doesn’t answer. He’s just looking at you, asking you with his gaze to continue.

“Can I play with your hair?” Of course you wanted that. Aizawa could have figured that out himself. You love burying your fingers in his hair, stroking them, playing with them. It always calmed you down, and he has to admit that it calms him down oddly too.

A slim smile spreads out on his lips, followed by a wordless nod which makes your face sparkle. The most beautiful sight for him.

Still on his lap, you braid his hair, humming happily and calming down in no time. You are sure that it will also calm Aizawa down, because his hands are no longer firmly around your body, meanwhile patting your back gently, while he has his eyes closed and tilts his head backwards.

For a while you linger like this until he bends his head slightly forward and looks at you with tired eyes. You notice how his grip gets a little tighter again, but not more tightly due to stress or tension, no more so, whether he is nervous, afraid of what he’s about to say.

“Y/n… You could really do this for hours… You know? I kind of like the way your little fingers glide through my hair.” Briefly he pauses, almost as if he is not sure to pronounce his next words. “If we ever have a daughter, you can both do it as long as you want.” His voice is confident, yet loving, while his gaze lies earnestly in yours.

You’re surprised by his words. He had never talked about own children. Always about his school class. However, it makes you happy, happy that he had thought about such a step. Happy that he apparently wants to make that step with you.

“Sounds good Shouta my love.” You smile happily and want to get up to go back to the warm with him. Since even if you’re clothed in the blanket, it’s cold outside. But his hands stop you, pull you up to him, so that your face is only a few inches away from his.

Embarrassed, he pokes your nose with his, gives you a nose kiss that makes you smile before he seals your quiet giggle with a proper kiss. Full of love, his warm lips press on yours, his beard tickles you a bit, but that doesn’t bother you right now.

For a moment, he loosens from your mouth, looks deep into your eyes, forehead pressed against forehead. “I love you Y/n. Let’s stay like this a little longer.” He whispers softly before closing his eyes to steal another kiss from your lips.

Pairing: Sawamura x reader (childhood friends) Warning: just fluff Prompts: 23. “I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.” 36. “I like the way your hand fits in mine.”

Like every year, Valentine’s Day is the day you hate the most. These couples in love running through the city, taking photos of themselves and buying themselves completely overpriced gifts they don’t really need. Only love movies run on the TV and there is nothing else but the topic of love.

“Same shit repeatedly!” You curse while sitting on the sofa. You are still wearing your sweatpants, a wide shirt and plush socks while you cuddle up in your blanket and watch the third love film with a large cup of ice cream.

You’re annoyed that the same thing happens in every movie. The two young people know each other from an early age. Fall in love with other people to find out in the end that they only loved one person. And that’s the childhood friend. In the end, they are always a couple and live happily together.

You don’t know why, but you must think directly of Sawamura. About the fact that you two have known each other since the sandbox. Sawamura has always been an incredible man. No wonder some girls are after him. But you and him?

You’ve always been superb friends. The idea of kissing your best friend… Just as you want to think further, your vibrating cell phone gets you out of your mind. Surprised, you look at your display on which the name of Sawamura lights up.

Man of justice: There, there! What’s up with my little couch potato? Are you watching those stupid movies again? What do you say we go out and don’t think about that Valentine’s Day stuff? I’ll be there in 20 minutes?

Even though you were cold through the ice cream, you feel like your entire body is blazing like fire. You’re happy about Sawamura’s message. About him wanting to do something with you. Strangely enough, more than usual.

In a flash, you get up, barely answer him that you are waiting for him and go to your closet to find something to wear. You don’t realize that you grabbed the outfit that Sawamura likes best on you. Where each time he had laid his hand in the neck embarrassed and told you how the color and cut flatters you.

Also, you have your hair as well as he likes it most. All that subconsciously, but now that you’re standing in front of the mirror, you realize it. You want to look good for Sawamura. Your body wasn’t warm because you were under the blanket, no it was warm because you were happy about Sawamura’s message. Are you in love with him...?

No, it’s all just because of Valentine’s Day. Shaking your head, you look at your phone one last time to check the time when you hear the doorbell ringing and run like a happy toddler to the door.

Even though he knows you’re about to open the door, it feels like forever. But when he sees you standing in front of him, he forgets to breathe for a moment. You look incredible. Breathtaking, enchanting, like a real, beautiful woman.

“Daichi? Everything okay with you?” Brings him your voice back to the present, while you wave your hand at him, as if you want to see him react.

He is sure that his cheeks are red; he is sure that his voice will sound equally strange when he opens his mouth to answer you. “Sure! Anyway, let’s go, huh?” He answers you in an odd bright tone.

But you think nothing of it. Pat him on the shoulder and walk past him. In a funny way you bend forward, stretch one arm in the road's direction and bend the other to signal Sawamura to follow you.

“Please… After you, my dear sir.” You say in a voice that should imitate a butler, as Sawamura laughs and pulls you along by your hand.

Together you walk through the park. As everywhere else, they set many stalls up for Valentine’s Day. Many couples walk hand in hand through the area. Everyone has roses, teddy bears, chocolate or any other cheesy stuff in their hands, which only makes your eyes roll. But Sawamura only laughs.

“Come on, leave the poor lovebirds alone. They’re all madly in love.” He smiles, which causes your pulse to speed up. If it’s his smile? Or his hand that suddenly touches your back gently? You don’t know, but for some inexplicable reason, you feel strange around him today.

The brown-haired one notices that you do not answer him, just looks at him lost in thought and is not sure if he has not said something wrong. Pondering, he puts his hand down his neck and looks carefully around the park.

“Say Y/n… Are you maybe hungry? Should I get us two portions of the dumplings over there? They look good, don’t you think?” But you just shake your head. You’re still full of that cup of ice cream you ate at home, but it’s too embarrassing for you to tell Sawamura. So you tell him you’re not very hungry, but you’d like to share a portion with him.

Nodding, he makes his way to the stall, while you wait for him leaning against a wall. You’re watching him from a distance, how he, with his hands in the pocket of his coat, swaying back and forth on his legs, waiting for the line in which he is standing to get smaller.

“That such a pretty girl like you is all alone in this park is really a crime. Don’t you think?” Disgusted, you look aside, where that voice came from, when you look into the face of a young man who has already fixed you as his prey.

“I’m not alone.” You answer only annoyed and go a step further away from him, but that does not interest him, because he has already filled the gap with his body. “Hm, can’t see a person next to you.” Again, this man grins, and again you want to take a step backwards as you feel a hand on your lower back gently hugging your body and pulling you away from the man.

“Are you all right, sweetheart?” Kisses Sawamura’s loving words, your ears and makes your cheeks glow. “Yeah… everything’s alright.” You answer irritated, but play along with him, because you want to get away from this man.

“Good. Then let’s go. If you’ll excuse us.” With these words, Sawamura gives the man a dark look, which you do not notice. You’re too caught up in this brief illusion that Sawamura’s words could be true.

But even as you turn around, Sawamura looks back at the man who stares at you with tight eyes when your best friend reaches for your hand. It is warm and incredibly soft. Yet, ironically, it’s big and strong wrapped around your little one.

Unconsciously, you bite your lower lip, trying to hide a smile, because this tiny touch makes you so happy. But you don’t seem to be the only one who likes it. Then Sawamura’s gaze is already on your face, walking down to your hands linked.

“I like the way your hand fits in mine.” He smiles as he raises your hand with his, as if he wanted to show you what he meant by that. Puzzled, you just stare at him with your mouth open, not noticing that you are standing in front of a bench where you wanted to sit down to eat your food.

“Come on, sit down and eat before the food gets cold.” He has barely finished his sentence, since his warmth has already left your hand. Smiling, he pats on the empty seat, asking you to sit next to him.

You sit there together now, eating your differently filled dumplings, while you wonder what Sawamura meant by the fact that your hand fits so well into his.

“I’m really sorry about that guy. But I didn’t want to make a big fuss, so I thought it best to just call you my girlfriend. I’m really sorry if that made you uncomfortable Y/n.” Apologizes Sawamura, who has already eaten half of his dumpling.

But you’re just mumbling that it’s okay. That you didn’t mind, you even thanked him for pulling you away from that guy. Instead of answering you, he turns back to his bun with a smile which you do too.

It tastes really delicious, is filled with an insanely tasty cream and stimulates your hunger. Sawamura would certainly like this cream, too, you think, as your heart beats a few beats faster. Why do you speculate about him so much suddenly?

“Do you want to try? The stuffing is really delicious!” Now it bubbles out of you, and your cheeks pound with warmth. Even a little overwhelmed by your loud voice, he startles briefly before he smiles again and puts his hand around yours as he leads it to his mouth.

Embarrassed, you watch him clasp your hands and bite off a piece. He chews pleasurably when his hand leaves yours. Sawamura notices that you are still looking at him, sees that your gaze is suddenly different.

“Are you okay, Y/n?” But you don’t answer him. Brooding, he looks down at his dumpling, which is almost eaten when he stretches it out to you and asks you if you want a piece too.

Actually, you are already full, but Sawamura keeps the bun so close to your face that you can not help but take a bite. Although it is quite hearty, it tastes delicious. Sawamura also seems to recognize this by your satisfied face, and by the fact that a bit of the cream filling sticks to your cheek.

He chuckles as he uses his free hand to position it under your chin and uses his thumb to remove the food. Embarrassingly, you freeze by his touch, by the incredible closeness, since Sawamura is now only a few inches away from you.

“What’s wrong with you today, Y/n? You’re acting weird.” His deep voice embeds your body. “Nothing…” You stutter, turn away from him and quietly eat up your dough bag without even looking in Sawamura’s direction once more.

You sit there in silence, with your stomachs full, and look at the giggling, kissing couples. But you want to break this unpleasant calm. Want to ask him if you’d rather do something else than sit in a park, but a whole other question slipping your lips.

“What did you mean earlier? That my hands fit so well into yours?” Frightened by your question, you put your hands on your mouth, but Sawamura scratches his neck awkward when he turns to you and seeks eye contact.

“You know, I kind of had to think about the past. Because I always helped you up when you fell. And back then, I thought it was cute how well your little hand fitted into mine.” Almost a little disappointed, your fingers slide down from your lips to your lap. You don’t understand why your heart suddenly feels so weird. Why it hurts, even though nothing bad has happened.

Again you look forward as Sawamura’s hand sits on your lap. “Earth to Y/n!” He laughs, but you don’t. You just stare at him before you wander at the hand in your lap. Unconsciously, your fingertips are moving towards them. Turn his hand before they tickle his palm.

Instinctively you stroll to the one place where Sawamura always twitches with his little finger when you tickle him there and have to smile unintentionally. Back then, you thought it was lovable. That he was still doing it is really sweet.

“Say Y/n… Can I tell you something without you getting mad at me?” His calm voice gets you out of your mind. Afraid you’ll swallow a giant lump. You’re afraid he’ll tell you something that makes you sad, but you nod.

“Okay, I’ll just say it straight ahead… I like you. No, I mean, I like you more than a normal friend would do. I love you. I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.”

He… loves you? Sawamura Daichi, your best friend, your childhood friend should love you? Your feelings are no longer in harmony. They are going crazy. They show you at the same time that you feel fear but also joy. Let your heart race.

“I… I don’t know what to say, Daichi… The thing is… I feel really weird around you today. My heart feels odd, my stomach tingles and… And I don’t know why, but somehow I was hoping… You saying that to me…”

Your last words are so quiet that the brown-haired man hardly understands them.

“But I don’t know if I feel that way just because it’s Valentine’s Day? I don’t know, Daichi… I don’t understand myself right now.” He sees the fear in your eyes. The fear he had before he confessed his feelings to you. The fear he still has, the fear of being rejected. But you don’t reject him.

Because your hands press the hand that lies on your lap so firmly that Sawamura almost senses the feeling of numbness in it. He just smiles, hopes to take away the fear you and bends forward.

He removes the last inches that still separated your face to give you a loving kiss on the cheek. “It’s all right, Y/n.” Take your time, I can tell you all this again in two weeks, when you don’t think about Valentine’s Day anymore.”

He whispers to you with his eyes closed before he gives you a poke with his nose and moves away from you again.

But you don’t need two weeks. Then, in the evening, you lie on the sofa in Sawamura’s arms, surrounded by silence, listening to him revel in old memories while he plays with your fingertips in a loving way.

#haikyuu x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #daichi x reader #aizawa x reader #lovebirds-event #haikyuu #bnha #mha

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thestarsoutofyourwindow · 4 years

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11th Doctor x Reader - Slip off into space

Ask: “Request for 11 where their in space and yk when people usually dangle their legs out the doors but readers to scared to do it so he hold them or sumth? fluffff”

I didn’t particularly try too hard to do anything in particular. This is just a cute little comfort fic which i got a little carried away with but, oh well! The gif isn’t mine, as usual!

Word count: 937

Includes: Mild anxiety, fluff - a lot of fluff

"Doctor?" You call into the Console room from the elevated corridor. You quickly walk down the steps and find yourself in an empty console room, the dim amber lights illuminating the console room. You look at the time rotor (the middle thing) and smile. It is beautiful.

Your little moment of silence was cut off by the Doctor's quiet voice, "Yeah?"

"Where- Oh!" You see the Doctor, and he's sat with his legs hanging out of the TARDIS, just looking out at the contorting, luminous colours and staggering emptiness that could bewilder and corrupt even the clearest of minds. He had a duvet over him and was hardly visible underneath it.

The Doctor peeks over at you, beckoning you over. You amble over to him, sitting cross-legged quite a few inches from the edge.

"Wonderful, isn't it?" The Doctor spoke, his fatigue evident in his tone. He gestures to you again- "Don't worry you won't lose your slippers, not that you're wearing any but."

"Ah- yeah It's not that- just, eesh." You say hesitantly. He turns back to look at you again, with the biggest puppy-dog eyes he can manage.

"Oh alright. You're lucky I like you." You shuffle forward, knees still a good inch away from the edge.

"You can hang your legs over you know, you don't have to of course but, I promise you it's safe. The TARDIS would never let that happen, would you old girl?" The tardis whirrs reassuringly in response. "See? If it'll help I can always hold your hand."

You breathe shakily, the Doctor assuming out of nerves, but you were internally anticipating holding hands with him. You also realised at that moment he was wearing white pyjamas, which he looked really cute in. He shuffles over so he's even closer to you, and throws half of the duvet over your shoulders, "Can't have you getting cold," He mutters.

His arm was briefly over your shoulders, but then returned to his side, his palm upwards, making a grabby gesture. Your hand curls around his, the first thing you note is how cold his hands are, and how soft. You wouldn't expect that. That's another surprising thing about him, I suppose. Your fingers interlock and you shift awkwardly, hesitantly letting your legs fall over the edge.

“Don’t worry. I won’t let you slip off into space. Not that it’s possible but.

"Huh..." You exhale. "Cold." You grab your side of the duvet and wrap it as much as you can. The Doctor realises this and pulls his side over too, and rests his head on your shoulder.

"You're lovely and warm." The Doctor whispers. You let go of his hand. He lazily lifted his head and you snaked your arm around his waist. He made a sort of happy hum and buried his face in your neck. You press your lips against the crown of his head affectionately. Well, this is one way to distract yourself, you thought, having the Doctor curled into you like this took your mind off the physical fear. You started thinking, your brain running at speeds that could rival the Doctor, that was until he spoke again.

"You're really comfy. Please don't get up, I haven't been able to sleep in weeks and I'm... dozing off," The Doctor whispers.

"Are you sure there isn't a more comfortable place to sleep? Like in your bed?"

"Are you asking to sleep with me? Bit of a bold move, especially for you."

"D-DoctoR?!" You whisper-shout, hiding your face in your hand.

"I mean you could." The Doctor spoke, dead seriously, a small bit of embarrassment in his tone. "I wouldn't say no if you were to... just end up in my bed. Or if I'm just a little too tired to make it to my room..."

"Well I'm sure my bed would feel a little more at home if you were in it," You laugh at that, but you weren't joking.

"Well. I warn you, uh... Once I sleep with you, I don't think I'll ever want to sleep alone... or without you, again."

"Good, because neither will I." You hush gently.

You both knew you were agreeing to something that you could very well regret, but that made it all the more exciting. Knowing didn't stop you from wanting each other, even just for physical comfort, from a friend. A very friendly friend. Completely platonic. Although, you really didn’t want it to be strictly platonic.

So the two of you moved to your room, where you had a double bed that always seemed too big to you, and it floated ever so slightly off the ground. It was cool, but it always felt so lonely.

You had got into bed first, and the Doctor joined you under the covers after you. He immediately curls into you. You're both facing each other, and you're so close, you could very much feel his breath against your collarbones.

He had his head resting on your arm, and your hand was running through his hair, your other arm was around his waist. His arm was draped around your shoulder, firmly holding you as close as he could.

He snuggled into you happily, and you knew you weren't going to be able to move for a few more hours now. Not that you were complaining.

The Doctor looked so adorable when he was curled up in your arms. You admire his face for a little, in your very exhausted state you whisper.

“Oh, I love you.”

To your awe, you hear his comparatively exhausted voice mutter, nearly incomprehensible, respond. “I love you too.”

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jadegrey711 · 4 years

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Fuck You. As You Wish

Caliban x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hello everyone and yes i am jumping so hard on the hot ass clay boy train called Caliban. Because damn... like honestly i got this idea becasue everytime Caliban called Sabrina princess i just wanted them to hate fuck on the throne.... so i made it myself. But with no Sabrina.

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You stared up at Caliban, sitting on the throne of hell with complete and total hatred.

You had accepted his proposal; a partnership in finding the unholy regalia. And the deal of that partnership was that when you both found the last piece of the regalia you would unite in marriage and rule hell together. Caliban promised that he would stay in hell and wouldn’t try and rule all of earth, in exchange for you staying as well; being his queen and ruling by his side.

But he only kept part of his promise, sure earth was safe and you were here with him, but you didn’t rule. No, that was a joke, you were queen sure. A queen who flounced around in sere silken dresses at the pleasure of the king, becoming his arm candy for the infernal courts. He wore the crown and sat on the throne and commanded legions, whilst you stayed obediently by his side, your presence a mere joke; and you hated him for it, for everything he did and especially every time he called you princess. But what you hated most of all; was the effect he had on your traitorous body when he called you princess, and when he commanded those infernal legions from his throne.

Caliban turned his head to meet your hateful gaze with a smirk. “Something amiss Princess?” He said his voice sending an unwanted shiver down your back.

You fought back the snarl that was forcing its way past your bared teeth.

He titled his head at you. “Do you really hate me so much? I kept true to my word the Earth is safe.” He said as he got up from his throne and began to slowly step down from the dais until he was only a step above you.

“And your here as my Queen, dressed in Hell’s finest.” He smirked as he cupped your cheek. “What more could a princess like you possibly desire?”

“Fuck you Caliban.” You whispered harshly.

“Is that what you want, princess?” He said taking his hand from your cheek and grabbing your chin, making you look at his face. “Do you want to make me pay for stealing your throne and crown, princess?” He asked with a sultry voice his eyes filled with lust as he bit his bottom lip, staring at your lips. “You can, you know. I’d eagerly take any punishment you wish to dole out my queen. I can take it.”

You fought back the reaction your body had at him calling you ‘my queen’.

“I’d never do anything as foul as that with you.” You snarled, but still let him keep your chin in his embrace.

He smiled his bottom lip still between his teeth. “Such a fiery hell cat my queen is. What punishment would you inflict upon me?” He asked. “Would you take your revenge upon me on the very throne I took from you?” He said his lips getting closer to yours until you could feel his exhales became your inhales.

“Oh yes, I can see that is exactly what you desire.” He said, his lips already brushing against yours as he spoke again. “Take it my queen.” He said harshly. “Take your revenge on me. I can take it.” He said and almost as if something snapped within you; you kissed him.

He didn’t spare a second as he wrapped his arms around your waist and deepened the kiss, snaking his tongue into your mouth, your tongues wrapped in a sinful dance of pleasure and dominance. You felt your hatred subside for now as curled your fingers into his luscious blonde locks since the moment you first met him, almost as if you were trying to bring him closer to you than he already was.

Maybe it was the fact that you had been down here with him for God knows how long. Leaving you alone, with only him and the eternal darkness for company. But you longed to be touched, to be needed and caressed; maybe that was his dark plan all along; not becoming king of hell but keeping you here all for himself alone and isolated; waiting for the moment that you would jump into his arms seeking the comfort you so desire, even though you’d deny it to him at every turn. You had to applaud him on his will power, you shared the same bed in the royal chambers, he could’ve taken in you in the midst of the shadows and there were some nights that you were sure you would’ve let him.

He pulled away from your kiss, both of your breathing heavy, his green eyes were dark, he gave your lips one last peck before he grabbed your hand and led you up the dais.

“Caliban.” You breathed out as he sat on the throne, his hand still gripped in yours, as he guided you till you were straddling his lap. “What are you doing?”

He sighed softly and ran his large hand up your neck, and buried it in your hair, pulling softly but enough to elicit a moan from your lips.

He watched you intensely. “How long I’ve dreamed of this, having you here in my clutches and all mine.” He purred. “And I know that you’ve dreamed of this too, Y/N.”

“No.” You lied, not wanting to boost his ego any more than it already was.

“Don’t lie to me, princess.” He said as his grip on your hair became tighter, earning another moan from you. He leaned forward and ran his lips down your neck, giving you sweet kisses and that sent your body into a raging fire that was hotter than anything in hell. You rocked your hips into his, already feeling how hard he was for you, but you knew he wasn’t going to do anything about it until you admitted to him that you felt the same.

“Caliban.” You whispered, still grinding your hips against him, trying to get any kind of friction. “I-I do.” You breathed out. “I have thought about you like this so many times, seeing you here and commanding legions, I-” Your own moan cut you off as Caliban reached under your dress and palmed your sex, making you through your head back and cry out.

“Hold nothing back, Y/N, take everything from me on this night. Rob me of my strength, my power, and my heart. But do this and then be my queen.” He breathed out, watching you writhe under his hand as he worked your clit with his large fingers. “Truly be my queen, stop fighting me, and give in, princess; rule with me at my side, forever.”

“Caliban.” You moaned out, feeling your first orgasm build at the ministrations of his fingers. You clutched him closer, your fingers curled into his shirt; and suddenly it crashed over you. Caliban held you close and kissed you, eating your moans as he finished working you through your orgasm. When he let you go you slumped your head against his shoulder.

“Do you want more, princess?” He breathed out, petting your hair and keeping you close.

“Yes.” You said breathily as your hands guided down his chest, before you ripped open his silken shirt exposing the smooth soft skin underneath. You sighed and ran your hands gently down and back up only to repeat the motion; only this time you scrapped your nails down his smooth chest earning a moan from Caliban.

“Do you know how much I hated you for making me some silly arm candy in front of the courts?” You said as your nails dug deeper into his chest, earning you a low hiss. “Making me wear these silly fucking dresses. Having me sit at the bottom of the dais.” You let out a breath, as you soothed your fingers over the deep red marks on his chest, before digging your nails in again. “But what I hate the most is when you call me princess.” You paused. “And how fucking wet, I get every time you do.” You snarled, kissing him deeply and pulling on his bottom lip with your teeth.

Caliban let out a low growl and he grabbed the hem of your silken dress and ripped it clean down the middle, earning a gasp from you.

“There’s my queen.” He smirked, as he grabbed your hair again and pulled back, exposing your neck to him. His soft, plump lips assaulted your skin leaving marks down your neck, on your collarbone and on the tops of your breasts before he ran his tongue around each of your nipples; making you arch your back harshly.

“Caliban.” You moaned. “I need you, now.” You commanded and felt Caliban immediately; his dark green eyes meeting yours.

“Of course, princess.” He said and watched as you went for his pants, pulling the silken strings and parting the material and Caliban’s hard length sprung free, eager and waiting. You took your hand and ran your thumb over the tip of him, spreading his precum and coating him in it. You looked down at his hard length and licked your lips before you looked back up at his lust filled eyes.

“Maybe another night.” You smirked and the look Caliban gave you promised you that that other night would have you choking on him and having you bent over the nearest surface.

He grabbed your hips, harshly and guided you to him, the both of you letting out atrociously loud moans as you sank down onto him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your fingers in his blonde locks keeping him as close to you as possible, feeling like you were about to explode from the pleasure of him filling you alone.

“Caliban.” You moaned out.

“Dole out your revenge my queen. I can take it. Use me.”

You could’ve come from his words alone, but you did as he instructed you took all of the hatred you felt for him and fucked it into him. As you picked your hips up and slammed him back into you, earning a delicious cry of pleasure from Caliban.

He kept his large hands on your hips, keeping you steady as you fucked his brains out on the throne of hell. You felt his fingers dig into your hips knowing that they’d leave yet another mark on you, claiming you as his, his queen only spurred you further,

Your hips started faltering as you grew tired, your legs burning as you continued to chase your high, suddenly though you felt Caliban’s hips thrust up into yours taking control of the situation. But as you were reaching closer to your climax you let him, clutching him closer to you as you finally fell over the edge screaming as your climax washed over you. Caliban was soon to follow you into that sweet oblivion, pulling you in for a kiss, his tongue plundering your senses. Both of you were panting as you came down from your highs, Caliban’s hands ran up and down your bare back soothingly, as you kissed his neck.

“You still hate me princess?” He smirked.

You pulled away from his neck and looked into his now jade green eyes. “Maybe a little less. But I think this might have to be a daily ritual of ours.” You smiled.

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tarithenurse · 4 years

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Stolen - 27

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!gifted!reader Content: All the smut. Be smart about it and use protection unlike some idiots in this story. A/N: Yeah, I’m not posting regularly yet. We got told this week at work that we are in fact NOT returning to our old place (which we had left “temporarily” due to better use of resources during COVID19 wave 1). That sucks. A lot. So I’m still stressed and semi-depressed and now also sad that we won’t have the surroundings needed to complete our job which is to train/rehabilitate people with apoplexia. Anyways...ask or re-blog for tag.

27. Eat Me, Drink Me

... Reader ...

The swooping rush in your belly is extended as soon as the blue cloud dumps the two of you on solid ground by Loki pushing you backward. Your back against cold metal, you manage a peek at the surroundings despite the grip the god has in your hair. There’s only a hint of distant light coming through the windows because there’s very little room between the hull and the cave wall, but it is enough to reveal sharp lines in a familiar design.

“The ship.” Is he taking you away from Asgard?

“Yes,” he chuckles darkly, body suddenly flush against you and his other hand digging into your waist just shy of painful, “I intend to have you screaming my name, begging for more as I ravish you.”

Heh. “Words.” Your sneer makes his brows arch beautifully. “Empty words.”

“Have care, [Y/N] -” he begins with a deep growl.

“Or what? You’re all noise, like a mosquito buzzing in the night but just like an insect all you’ve done is leave an anno-”

Snarling at your taunt, he latches on to the tender spot on your neck just below the ear. Teeth graze over your skin, leaving a sting that he soothes right away by kissing his way along your jaw before he claims your mouth. Claim. There’s no better word for it as his tongue dances along your lips and tangles with yours, nearly distracting from the new occupation of Loki’s hands that roughly are untying knots and bows in your clothes before pulling the dress down around your waist. Immediately, he busies himself with your breasts. Long fingers massaging them, pinching your nipples as his mouth draws the first moans from you by sucking, kissing, licking, biting.

Half-dazed, you begin to fumble with Loki’s clothes, enjoying the simplicity of the tunic and leather trousers he has been wearing under the disguise, and it takes little time before his torso is bared to you and your hands skim the smooth skin of his ass (trousers abandoned mid-thigh).

“Impatient, pet?”

You love the smirk on his lips as he teases. Clearly, you’re not the only one wanting more because his erection is pressing against your pelvis, long and hard with the promise of filling the emptiness within. Managing to squeeze a hand between your bodies, you grab his cock and deliver a slow stroke from balls to crown. Fuck, he looks good. The thought makes you smile at the god who’s eyes have closed in bliss at the sensation...but then the trance breaks and he steps out of reach, yanking the dress so it pools around your feet before literally lifting you over his shoulder as though you weigh nothing.

“Enough of your taunts,” he growls against your hip, allowing his teeth to dig in as he carries you to his cabin where he tosses you on the bed. “I’ll ruin you for all other men. I’m a god. You’d do well to remember that.”

“There you go with the talking again.”

Moving up in the bed, you’re hyper aware of the state of undress Loki is seeing you in. The only scrap of fabric clinging to your body is the underwear – a flimsy scrap of silk barely covering you pussy and held on to your body with some lace – and, oh, does he like what he sees! Following you on hands and knees (trousers now discarded), the raven-haired man is upon you mouth first, kissing his way up your legs while paying extra attention to your inner thighs after noticing the sighs it elicits.

The only problem is, every time you reach for him, the god bats away your hands. It’s annoying. I’ve not gotten him this far only to be denied touching. Cool, smooth skin that screams for caresses of fingertips. Ropy muscles, bunching and rolling with each movement as a testament to the strength he possesses even if he isn’t bulky like his brother. No. The god’s body is made for endurance and flexibility. For fucking you into tomorrow in positions you’ve probably not even dreamed of. And you want it.

You’re just about to do something about it when the tip of his tongue delves between the folds, dragging the pooling wetness to your clit where he pauses, adds pressure, and then flicks it with a satisfied chuckle.

“You will get more...if you behave,” Loki smirks.

The taste of pleasure is still buzzing along your spine and you’re almost willing to do anything as long as it gets you more. Wait...You had had a plan before getting swooped up and dropped onto the bed. Push him.

“Of course,” your mocking tone makes him arch a brow, “throwing in some distraction rather than act. I should have known.” You’re aware that he’s allowing you to push him back with a foot against his chest, permitting you to get onto your knees and hover over him. “If I wanted a talker, I’d go to Fandral.”

The sound of the blond man’s name ignites something in Loki. You can see it instantaneously because his eyes flood with the colour of blood and the teeth revealed as he snarls looks more like those of a predator. Large hands grab you by your hips and drag you on top of him, expertly positioning your soaked cunt against the tip of his cock.

“Never...” he pulls you down, the slow drag against your inner walls delicious - “...compare me...” with a last tug and thrust, Loki bottoms out - “...to him.” In a heartbeat, he’s got you back against the wall, lips growling against your mouth. “I’m a god.”

Holding you up, he pulls back almost completely before rutting into you at a pace that has your back arching and eyes rolling. The sheer force pushes you to the very edge because you know that a part of him is still trying to rein in some of the power in an unspoken wish not to hurt you.

... Loki ...

His breath had been stolen and each attempt to regain it is shattered by the magnificent tightness of [Y/N] and her reaction to every thrust. Warm heat undulates around the Jotun’s cock in an attempt to draw him over the each prematurely while the gorgeous woman arches, presents her bosom for Loki to prey on greedily. Who am I to deny her?

Eagerly, he licks and bites at the nipples but barely manages to coax more than a half-swallowed moan from her lips. Loki grabs her by the jaw, forcing her to meet his eyes. I see. The challenge is blazing like a fire in her gaze.

A squelch fills the dim cabin as he withdraws, tossing the insolent woman onto the bunk again. This time, however, he leaves no time for her to taunt but embraces the straight legs against his own chest before leaning over her. For a split second, the male lingers with the tip of his cock at the entrance to heaven as he looks for the moment realization dawns upon her...all he gets is a wicked smile, empowering the thrust of his hips as he slams in.

Ravishing. Open mouthed, yet silent. Perfection. Hands clawing at his shoulders, nails leaving angry trails. Mine. Tight, wet, already quivering with the need for release.

But Loki keeps the speed controlled this time as he sheds the last layer of disguise and reveals the real him. The Jotun. The monster. Ridges rise, flooding his skin with the wintry colour and for once...he embraces it rather than hate it as his claws on one hand curl around her wrists, stretching [Y/N], exposing her even now as she willingly succumbs to the mercy of the beast within. A whimper breaks the relative silence as the Jötun markings have decorated his erection.

“Look at me,” he growls.

She obliges. Had he expected fear? Confusion? What Loki is treated to is an appreciative smirk.

“I see you.” Slowly bottoming earns him a gasp. “Finally.”

Cock punching out a steady speed – fast enough to make the woman breathless and slow enough for her to feel each inch and ridge – Loki fucks her steadily further up the bed until the each roll of his hips elicits drawn-out moans and ragged praises that never could have sounded sweeter than they do coming from the mortal’s lips. Balls tight, abdomen clenched, he drags her to the very edge and keeps her there until...

“Please! Loki!” [Y/N] begs with lust-blown eyes locked on him.

Claws scrape lightly towards her pelvis, drag through the short curls to where their bodies meet and he finds her clit with the pad of a finger. He has to fight himself to keep the pressure steady as the new stimulation sends a shudder through her perfect body. Almost. Aaalmost.

Then it happens. The epicentre of an earthquake buried inside [Y/N] sends the shock waves into Loki too, causing him to thrust deep and hard as she clenches around his cock.

The moan transforms into a scream, “Loki! Yeah!”

The tremors sends the Jotun tumbling after the human over the edge of bliss.

... Reader ...

Gasping for air, you don’t even feel close to being in a real world. Fuck...that was amazing. Slumped on top of you, resting with his hips between your thighs lies a god whose appearance fades back to the pale person you first met in your own apartment. You had hated him then. Now I love him.

“Mmmm, my dear,” Loki mumbles against your neck, “your scream was sweet music.”

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