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saintgoo · 4 months

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Tomorrow, Today, and Yesterday ☆

PARING: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, Best friend's brother trope, angst-ish

WARNINGS: Forced kiss (not from Rafe tho)

A/N: This is kinda rushed ngl. This fic came from a poll I did and it's a little poorly done, I promise I'll improve it when I have time.

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listen to Twilight while reading it :)

Okay, maybe you shouldn't have drunk so much. Maybe you were too stubborn to take Sarah's advice and drink less, and maybe you were just realizing that now.

With clumsy steps, you got up from the bathroom floor after vomiting, heading to the sink washing your mouth and fixing your makeup. When Liam followed you like a dog the entire time at that party, you knew you would have to give him as little attention as he could let go of you, you just didn't expect to have to dance all night with him and be offered a kiss, and it was still 11 at night!

When he asked you for a kiss during the dance, all you could do was excuse yourself and go straight to the bathroom to escape the situation for a bit. The alcohol in your system should have given you the courage to refuse and maybe even finally tell him how unbearable and inconvenient he was being, but apparently all that drinking just made you more shy.

Locking the bathroom door, you were taken by surprise when the urge to vomit came out of nowhere, leaving you even a little more sober afterwards.

You sighed deeply when you finished adjusting, unlocking the door and walking slowly to the living room, where Liam was waiting for you. You saw him sitting on the couch next to Topper and a few other people you didn't know. When he saw you he smiled and walked towards you, hands stopping on your hips as if you were close friends or something else.

"Are you okay?" He asked, you didn't miss his peek at your chest, making you feel disgusted. You nodded, putting your arms around his neck reluctantly. You hated yourself so much at that moment for not speaking up for yourself. “So…” he continued after your lack of words.

“Do you wanna kiss me?"

You swallowed hard and looked away at Sarah on the stairs, holding the phone to her ear, as if she were on a call. “Look, Liam…” You bit the inside of your cheek, thinking of some way to politely decline.

Liam gradually lessened his smile, a frown appearing between his two eyebrows and he bit his lower lip when you took too long to respond. Suddenly, he took one of his hands from your hip to place it behind your head, forcing your mouth into contact.

You gasp in surprise, pushing at his chest trying to push him away. Until a sudden force separates the two of you, seeing Liam being pushed hard you look at the source of the confusion, Rafe with a deadly look at the boy. The brunette falls hard to the ground and Rafe points his finger at him, his voice showing his anger “Don’t lay a finger on her, you fucker!”

And so, he takes your hand brutally. Without much implication you let him take you, just confused and grateful for him getting you out of that situation.

Raffe led you out of the house, taking you away from the party. There was a look of anger on his face, and his grip on your hand was tight. You were grateful for him getting you out of there, and you didn't know what would have happened if he didn't. As he held your hand, you couldn't help but notice how strong and protective he was. He had always been there for you, even thou you were just his sister's friend.

He took you to his car parked in front of the party house, opening the door for you before going around and getting into the driver's seat. Rafe sighed deeply, closing his eyes and laying his head on the back of the seat, his fingers with rings touching his face.

Silence surrounded the car, only the party music muffled in your ears. You turned to look at him, trying to memorize all his features bathed in lunar light. "Are you okay?" You asked, voice not much louder than a whisper.

He sighed, removing his hand from his face and looking at you with a tired look. “I should be the one asking you that.” he brushed a strand of hair out of your face. "Are ya okay? Did he hurt you?”

Rafe looked at you with a concerned look, his eyes searching your face for any signs of distress. You shook your head slightly, but something about his gaze made you feel safe. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face again, and you were struck by how gentle his touch was. You glanced over at him, and a wave of heat rose within you as you saw how his strong fingers caressed your cheek.

You couldn't help but feel a wave of heat rise within you as Rafe's fingers caressed your cheek. He was treating you like a fragile flower, and the touch of his fingers on your skin made your breath catch. You wanted to look away, but his eyes were so intense you couldn't look away, they were like magnets. His gaze made you feel like the most important thing in the entire world, and you felt like you could melt into a puddle of goo right there on the seat.

Your breath slowed, and you felt the tension that had accumulated during the situation with Liam start to fall away. As Rafe's touch on your skin continued, you felt your tension melting away, leaving you feeling relaxed and at peace. His touch was a warm and gentle reminder that someone cared for you.

"I'm fine. But why did you come to the party anyway?” Confusion evident on your face as he had said he preferred to stay home when you invited him to the party.

“Sarah called, said some guy was bothering you.” he sighed, running his hand lightly over your face and then taking it away. “Look, I'm sorry if I was too harsh there, I just couldn't control myself watching the scene.” He explained himself.

You looked at him confused, why did he care so much? You noticed how rude he was to everyone, even his own sister, but with you he seemed like he had taken a tranquilizer, you can't remember even once that he had treated you badly. He seemed to hate everyone except you.

“Rafe,” You caught his attention, “why don’t you hate me?”

“Do you want me to hate you?”

He looked directly into your eyes, but you did not meet his, instead looking down, trying to control your nervousness. “I… I don’t understand. Why do you treat me so well? Why don’t you hate me like everyone else?”

He sighed deeply, looking out the car window. “Why would I hate you? I never hated you. I love you tomorrow, today and yesterday.”

“Love?!” Your voice caught on the word. It sounded strange to you, coming out of your mouth. For the first time in your life saw Rafe nervous, or maybe he was shy. What mattered was that you realized how nervous he was in your presence.

Summoning all your courage, you called him again, making him look at you. “Would you be mad if I kissed you?”

And with that, all of Rafe's forces were gone. All he could think was that he had been waiting for this for so long, and when the opportunity finally arrived he embraced it tightly. Rafe put his hand on your face and desperately kissed you, and you both felt all the emotions hitting you hard.

He held your waist and you jumped into his lap, your arms around his neck and his hand on your waist. Panting, the two of you broke apart, bodies and foreheads pressed together.

“I love you, [Name],” he whispered, his mouth touching yours, “tomorrow, today, and yesterday.”

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mikwaa · 10 months

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After a fight

Diluc x Fem Reader

Wordcount: 2,486

Warnings: : Smut, mention of injuries

It had been a few weeks since you and Diluc had last spoken to each other, which had not been very pleasant. There had been a fight between you two, this time a silly argument turned into something bigger.

In the meantime you were avoiding any and all places where Diluc might be, be it the tavern or the outskirts of town, you just wouldn't go there. And Diluc did the same, and neither of you dared to say a word, it was all too recent, it was all too strange still.

Every word or gesture imprinted in your memory, it was impossible to try to soften the things that were said at that moment, at least now. But even though you were away from him, you couldn't help but hear one thing or another about him, mainly because you were very close to his brother Kaeya, who talked about Diluc from time to time.

You couldn't help but miss him, but for some reason your pride was a big hindrance. Besides you didn't know what you could say to him, "I'm sorry?" Would that be enough?

You feared that none of the words you could think of would be enough to appease the situation, and unfortunately, that was also the same question Diluc had in his mind.

The only way you could not think too much about this subject was your job. As a Knight of Favonius you had a lot to do, especially you were responsible for protecting a large part of the Mondstadt territory. And today, much to your misfortune, Jean had asked you to control a stream of monsters near the Dawn Winery, and it was a kind of mission you couldn't refuse.

Even if you had an excuse here or there, you had to do your duty. Without much ado you went to the place, and luckily Diluc was apparently not at home, which you thought would be a relief. The mission wasn't very difficult, just killing a few slimes that were in the vicinity seemed easy enough. But what you didn't expect was to run into a large group of Hilichurls, and to your dismay, it had started to rain heavily.

After a good fight, you finished off all the monsters, but you ended up with a deep cut on your arm, which you needed to take care of urgently. But you decided to ignore it for a while and go home, since standing in the rain wouldn't solve much. But in the pouring rain, all you heard was someone calling your name, turning around to see that it was Adelinde waving to you.

"Come here, get out of this rain." She shouted from the mansion, and in response you waved her away saying you wouldn't go, and that it was okay. Some time later Adelinde appears with an umbrella coming up behind you.

"I don't know what you're doing in this rain, come with me." She simply came out pulling you to the residence, you were so perplexed that you didn't know how to act.

As soon as you entered the parlor a shiver ran down your spine, you felt like you might bump into him at any moment.

"Heaven, you're soaking wet!" One of the maids says.

"I just need some new clothes, that's all." You assure her, but the blood stain on your clothes said otherwise.

"Adelinde." A voice calls out to her, it took a few seconds for you to see that it was Diluc, who had just come out of his room.

His eyes widened as soon as he saw you in that state, your clothes dripping wet and one arm severely bruised.

"I will prepare a hot bath for you." The same maid as before says, quickly going about her business.

Adelinde then appears with some medicine and bandages for you, "I'll take care of it, don't worry." She says while looking at Diluc, who just looks at you worriedly.

"No need, I can go back to my house and take care of it." Diluc wouldn't accept this, not even if you asked him to.

So, he took you in his arms and carried you to his room, gently putting you on the bed. He didn't care if you wet his sheets or not, all he wanted was to take care of you as quickly as possible.

And damn it, he was very concerned, he was very protective of you. Any scratch was cause for concern, now imagine a deep cut on your arm, it was enough to make him very upset.

"You should be more careful, this kind of injury is serious." He was the first to speak after the silence that had formed, at this point he wasn't giving a crap about any kind of pride he might feel.

"It was nonsense, in a few days this will be fine." The way you spoke so nonchalantly would make him nervous. He couldn't understand why you were so careless when it came to yourself.

"That's a deep cut, no nonsense." This time he made direct eye contact with you. Whenever he used that tone, you could be sure it was something serious.

You sighed, maybe it really had been an oversight on your part. But now there was no point in blaming yourself.

Then he started to pull up the sleeve of your shirt, leaving your wound completely exposed. Which made you grunt in pain the moment Diluc passed a piece of cloth to wipe off the excess blood.

"Does it hurt much?" His eyes wouldn't leave your face for a second, he was terribly afraid of hurting you even more.

"No, it just stings a little." And you, seeing that he was worried, even tried to tell him it was no big deal. But your face had a pained expression, which made it quite obvious that it was a big bother.

And this was an affirmation for him to continue dressing, he sat down beside you and gently began to clean the wound. Even with the skill he had in his hands, you could see that he was trembling a little, he knew that any little mistake he made would hurt you.

And he hated the idea of hurting you, even if he didn't mean to. His eyes widened a little bit every time you grunted or groaned in pain, so he paused for a moment and then continued right after that.

"I need to tie the bandage, it's going to hurt a little." He whispered to you, somehow trying to comfort you.

You nodded, squeezing yourself into your clothes. And so he did, carefully tying the bandage tightly around your arm, making sure it wouldn't come off. And sure enough, it hurt, you closed your eyes so tightly that you felt dizzy when you opened them. Diluc made you rest your head on his chest, gently pampering you, while he stroked your hand with his thumb.

You wanted to say no, but as soon as you felt his smell, his touch, you couldn't resist, you missed him too much to deny it.

"I think Adelinde has already prepared your bath, it's not good for you to get your clothes wet." Another concern of his, that you might catch a cold.

"Yes, after that I'll go home." You still insisted on this idea, but he firmly disapproved.

"No, you won't, it's late and raining. Tomorrow morning I'll walk you home myself." He wasn't proposing, he was stating that this was how it would be.

You snorted in defeat, he wouldn't let you set foot out of the house, especially in this state.

So you took a hot shower, got clean and a little more comfortable. After all, wet clothes were far from comfortable, and since you hadn't left any clothes at his place, Diluc lent you one of his shirts. He knew you liked to wear them, so he was kind enough to give you one to wear. And after a nice shower you felt more relaxed, the pain had even eased a little.

And as soon as you returned to his room, you found him still sitting on the bed waiting for you. His eyes shimmered as soon as he saw you in one of your shirts, his heart fluttered at the sight of you.

"I will sleep in the guest room, but please, if you need anything, call me." He brushes off all the dubious thoughts he was having at that moment, and returns to a more serious posture. Even though you could see how much he just wanted to hug you and hold you in his arms.

"You don't need that, you can sleep here. I have no problem with that." You mumble, there was no point in him going to sleep in the guest room just for your sake.

"Are you sure?" He asks reluctantly, him sleeping next to you, just having your presence was enough.

You just whispered a 'yes' and went towards the bed, but as soon as you sat on the bed Diluc said, "I have something to tell you." And he looked so uncertain, for the first time in ages he sounded so insecure.

And you already knew that it was something about the fight you had, and at that moment you felt that you also had to say something to him.

"I'm sorry." You both said in a choir, at the same time, as if it had somehow been planned.

You looked at each other, and he quickly came to you and pulled you into an embrace, nestling you tightly in his arms.

"I shouldn't have been so hard on you, I'm sorry." And you can hear a tearful, even guilty tone.

You pull away, and put one hand on his cheek, stroking it lightly, "It's okay, it's all right."

And he seals your lips with a kiss, which starts sweet and loving, then turns into a thirsty kiss full of desire.

And when you least saw it, you were both on the bed, undressed, your clothes had already gone somewhere in the room. It was all so fast that before you knew it he was already on top of you.

"I missed you so much." He kissed you hungrily, hardly letting you breathe.

You could already feel his cock lightly slapping against your entrance. At this point neither of you gave a damn about any fighting, nothing else mattered, all you wanted was for him to fuck you like crazy, and he would.

And after leaving your lips, he sucked on your neck and made his way to your breasts. Where he licked and sucked like it was the last time, the way he played with your nipples made you roll your eyes with every touch.

Meanwhile, his deft fingers opened your sides, his thumb circled your clit, he just wanted to make sure you were ready for him. And fuck, you were, with the slightest interaction like this you were already dripping.

You thrust your hips towards his fingers, and seeing how desperate you were to get him to finger you, he began to slide his fingers in and out, hitting all the spots you loved.

"Ah, fuck Diluc." You gasped as you grabbed a lock of his hair, pressing it even harder against your breast.

He grunted, and you could feel the vibration in his voice. The way you whimpered and moaned his name, heavens, it was such a perfect sin. And you were so close, so close, just a little bit more and you would reach the limit. But with a hoarse groan Diluc stopped, not only to get the perfect view of you, lying completely naked and exposed to him. This was proof that you were so much his, and it was breathtaking in his eyes.

"I've been dreaming about this, fuck, you have no idea." He says breathlessly, his blush evident. He missed your cunt, he missed everything about you.

He rubbed his cock against your entrance, making you groan to get it in all at once. But he liked so much to see you like this, begging him to fill you with his cock.

And slowly, in a tortuous way, he put himself all the way into you. He was completely buried in you, his tip was so deep inside you. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer, and without wasting much time he pulled his lips against yours in a deep kiss, this while his tongue explored you endlessly.

He didn't care if anyone heard what you two were doing, so he didn't even think about slowing down, skin on skin slapping that could be heard by anyone passing in the hallway. His pace was fast and deep, just showing how much he wanted you, to the point where he couldn't control himself.

He didn't even need to ask if you were close to cumming, the way your walls clenched him, and how well you accommodated him was already the precise answer for him. Your pussy was devouring him, the wet noises already more than evident.

"I'm close." You whimpered between his lips, letting out the most impure of moans.

"I want to cum with you, together." He was just as needy as you were, he wanted to paint your walls white so badly, until you were leaking from all he did.

Your hips moved with each thrust, as did his cock twitching inside you. With a few more thrusts you reached your limit, making a mess on his cock, white cream running down the length of it. Just as he made sure to fill you with his cum, it was dripping all the way down to the sheets.

He relaxed, put some weight on you, and gently pressed his forehead against yours.

"Don't leave me again." He purred, and it was genuine, from the bottom of his soul.

He would give anything not to have to leave you again, he would go crazy if that happened.

"I will never leave you." With a brief smile you say, his face burning with so much embarrassment.

Then gently rubbing his lips against yours, he says, "I love you."

You can't help yourself, and pull him in for another kiss, this time slower and more gentle as you murmur, "I love you too."

But don't be fooled, this moment was only going to be a short respite. There was still the whole night ahead of you two.

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littlejuicebox · 2 months

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The other kind of kink.

Written as a giveaway prize for @chaoticgoodstuff! Hope you enjoy the final version posted here! <3

Pairing: Spawn Astarion x Female Tav

Summary: Astarion didn't quite know how to form a relationship with Tav after she rejected him at the tiefling party. But he begins to realize that perhaps he has other expertise that may be of use to the woman. Namely, curly hair care.

Word Count: 4K

Tags/Warnings: fluff, sweet astarion, brief mentions of astarion's trauma/past, lightly ooc astarion, idk what else it's mostly fluff tbh lol

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“So which path do you think we should take, soldier? Underdark or Mountain Pass? Either way, I’m ready to slash some baddies!” Karlach says, swinging her ax for show as the two warrior women chat while Gale finishes cooking dinner.

It would be at least another hour and the women were starving.

“Hmm…” Tav murmurs, looking up at her tiefling friend from where she had been sharpening her great sword. It certainly needed a bit of attention, after slashing through so many goblins a few days ago, “I haven’t decided yet, any suggestions?”

Karlach shrugs and shakes her head before turning to look at Astarion, where he is perched on a log, filing his nails, not more than a few feet away, “Oi! What do you reckon, Fangs? Underdark or Mountain Pass?”

The silver-haired elf glances up from his task momentarily, assessing Tav and Karlach, scarlet eyes narrowed in thought, “Both sound equally atrocious. But if the great Archdruid Halsin said the Underdark is the safer route – which I find impossible to believe – then, I suppose that is my vote. Work smarter, not harder and all that.”

Tav nods, considering the rogue’s suggestion, and with a final rub of whetstone on metal, sheaths her great sword as she says, “Astarion’s right. Underdark, it is.”

“Well of course I’m right, darling! Aren’t I always?” Astarion responds with a pleased little chuckle as he tucks away his nail file.

Inside, his confidence glows at the small bit of validation from their camp leader. He’d felt as if her view of him may have changed after the very awkward encounter they’d had at the tiefling party a few days ago, when he’d drunkenly propositioned her and she’d adamantly refused. He’d thought their relationship – could he call it friendship? – all but ruined after that blunder. Apparently he’d somehow misread the signs, and she wasn’t looking for sex like every other individual he’d ever known.

Astarion had considered their prior interactions dancing on the border of flirtatious, but Tav indicated she preferred to focus on their cause, not on intermingling with her campmates. He thought Tav a bit odd after that interaction, and admittedly felt a bit insulted in the moment. He was gorgeous, why wouldn’t she jump at the opportunity he dangled in front of her?

But, in the soberness of the following morning, Astarion decided he could work within her parameters; he’d just have to find another way to secure her favoritism. In fact, in some ways he was thankful she rejected him.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re a genius,” Tav responds with a laugh, rolling her eyes at the rogue as she stands and stretches, “Well, I’m off to clean up before dinner, if either of you care to join?”

Karlach waves her hand dismissively, “Nah! I’ll do that after dinner. But can I borrow your whetstone for my ax?”

Tav nods at the tiefling, watching as Karlach grabs the stone and walks off toward her tent, ax in hand, before turning to address her other campmate, “And what about you, Astarion?”

The silver-haired elf shrugs and nods; at this point he’s taking any opportunity he can to spend time with Tav. The more he’s with her and gets to know her, the closer she will get to him, and the more secure he will feel.

Or at least, that’s his only Plan B. Since Plan A went up in flames.

He crouches to gather his bathing supplies from his pack before coming closer to the warrior woman currently waiting for him, “I suppose I could do with a bit of a bath. It isn’t hair wash day, but–”

“It isn’t hair wash day?” Tav interjects, her eyebrows furrowing at the vampire, “You don’t wash your hair every day? Isn’t that… gross?”

The rogue pauses and blinks at the woman, tilting his head just a fraction as he assesses her, “Darling, please tell me you are not washing your hair every day. I understand on the days we are soaked in blood and guts it is a necessity… but, certainly you haven’t washed your hair every single day for the past three days when we have done nothing apart from lounge in camp and prepare to move onto the next part of our journey… right?”

Tav cocks her head to the side, mirroring Astarion’s bewildered expression as she asks, “Should I… not be?”

That explains quite a bit, Astarion thinks, as his eyes roam over the unruly curls springing from the crown of Tav’s head. He’d thought it was perhaps an odd stylistic choice, or she simply did not care about the state of her hair, but maybe it was merely ignorance. Perhaps no one ever showed her how to care for the red, curly locks cascading like a lion’s mane around her face.

A small wave of sympathy crosses Astarion’s heart; he internally smashes it down before the wave grows into a tsunami. Best to not care too much about this woman, she could turn into a mindflayer at any moment, after all. And then he’d have to slice her to ribbons, as previously agreed upon.

“Ah.. well, darling. It isn’t wrong, exactly,” He starts, his eyes shifting away from Tav’s face as he tries to delicately address the matter, “It’s just… with a hair texture like yours, you aren’t doing yourself any favors.”

Tav simply blinks in response, her expression vacant; she is not understanding Astarion’s meaning.

The rogue sighs and shakes his head slightly. Well, he at least tried to be delicate, but that did not seem to sink in. More direct, it is.

A vague gesture to his friend’s red curls and then Astarion explains, “Your hair is dry, Tav. That is why it is difficult to maintain and why you’ve broken more than one comb trying to drag it through that unruly mane.”

A flicker of embarrassment crosses Tav’s face and the rogue groans. He doesn’t know how to navigate feelings and friendships; his relationships with his siblings had been much less work… not that he particularly enjoyed those relationships or cared if the other spawn liked him. But he wanted Tav to like him, if only for his own motives, of course.

“It’s really… not all that bad, darling. But perhaps I could help you, give you a few pointers? I think your hair could be quite gorgeous – your best feature, even, given the proper care. It’s rare to see a natural redhead like you, it already captures a lot of attention… let’s make it something awe-inspiring.” Astarion says, gently, his hand coming out to tug at one frizzy curl as he tries to smooth over the insult he just threw at his campmate.

But, hells, someone had to tell her eventually. Even his siblings wouldn’t let him walk around with such unruly locks.

“O-oh, sure, okay,” Tav agrees, still trying to overcome the embarrassment as her own hand comes to rake through her hair and gets caught in a nest of tangles, instead. She grimaces; Astarion had a point, it seemed, “Do I need to bring anything special?”

“Let me go back to my tent and grab my hair washing supplies, I’ll meet you down by the river in a bit, hm?” Astarion responds with a small smile before turning back toward his tent and disappearing within the shelter to rummage through his vast collection of shampoos, oils, perfumes, and soaps.

Tav merely hums in agreement and then heads in the opposite direction, toward the camp-designated bathing spot, towel in hand. As she’s walking, she pulls a curl in front of her eyes and examines it with a new perspective. Gods, it really was dry.

When Astarion makes his way to the river, he finds Tav waist-deep in the rushing water, still in her smallclothes and soaping her arms. Her back is turned to him, and the sun is catching her hair in a flattering light. Autumnal colors of red, orange, burgundy, and wine dance around her crown in the form of spiraled locks, and the elf cannot help but admire the natural beauty bestowed upon the woman.

Her hair was a gorgeous tone, reminiscent of the warmth of a fire or a deep, satisfying vintage wine. But it wasn’t just Tav’s hair that was attractive… she really was quite striking. With the woman unaware of his presence, Astarion took a quick moment to admire the rippling muscles in her back and the strong, lithe arms she used to carry her greatsword.

No one with working eyes — or eye, perhaps, — could deny that Tav was attractive. After all, there was a reason Astarion had chosen to proposition her over the others in the first place.

But, sex or not, the woman certainly seemed to favor him, which meant more than once since their journey began, she’d sliced clean through an enemy at his back, and fed him servings of her own blood.

So now, it was his turn to repay her somehow, some way. And if Tav didn’t accept his physical talents, well, then at least she would accept this.

“Hello, darling,” Astarion calls, causing the woman to turn and acknowledge him with a small smile and wave. He quickly places his bathing kit on the river bank and undresses to just his briefs before tentatively placing a foot in the water. It was warm enough to be tolerable, so the rogue shrugged and grabbed his wooden comb and conditioner before sinking into the water and wading toward his campmate.

“Alright, now, get down into the water,” The elf directs as he shakes the small bottle of conditioner in his hands, prepping the contents.

“But I thought you said I’m not supposed to wash my hair every–” Tav begins, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she eyes the bottle, before the displeased glare from Astarion causes the question to die on her lips.

“Do you want my help, or do you want to continue to look like a sheep desperately in need of shearing, darling?” Astarion asks with a soft sigh as he pops the top of the bottle open and gives it a whiff, “Just bend down and trust me. Oh and here, hold these for a moment.”

Tav grabs the comb and bottle she’s offered and then does what she’s asked. When she’s shoulder-deep in the water, she feels Astarion’s hand guiding her to tip her head back. She follows the directive and is soon greeted by the vision of Astarion’s face hovering above hers, scarlet eyes intensely concentrated as he drags his hand through her curls.

“Your hair texture is a bit different from mine…” He muses idly, as he works to fully saturate the thick locks of hair on his companion’s head with water, “But this conditioner should work, for now. We’ll have to find something better suited to you, when the opportunity allows.”

Astarion takes the comb from Tav’s hand without a word and uses the tool and his own fingers to work out some of the ever-present knots in the woman’s hair. She watches him for a moment before closing her eyes and simply allowing Astarion to work at the task. Before long, the elf is gently guiding her head back up, into a straight position, and trading the comb for the bottle.

“Close your eyes,” He directs, and Tav obliges again as the vampire places a generous amount of rosemary-scented conditioner in his hand. Then he gives the bottle back to Tav, rubs his hands together, and begins to work the creamy liquid through her hair, starting at the ends and slowly wandering up toward her scalp. About midway through he’s reaching for the bottle again, “Who knew your hair was this thick? You’re about to use up all of my favorite conditioner, darling.”

Tav frowns slightly at this comment, trying to turn and face Astarion before he quickly redirects her head with a soft click of his tongue, “I’m sorry… I can buy you more when we run into our next merchant.”

“Oh, it’s no matter. I stole this bottle anyway– I’m sure I can steal another along the way,” Astarion says with a slight dismissive flip of his hand, “Besides, I think you need it far more than I do, right now.”

His fingers trail up to the crown of her head as he speaks, and Tav’s eyes flutter closed once again as Astarion begins to massage the product into her roots. He moves in sections, parting her hair every few inches and attentively working the conditioner into her scalp. The sensation was quite enjoyable; if the water were a bit warmer, Tav might have fallen asleep under Astarion’s gentle, methodical touch.

Far too quickly for her liking, Astarion completes the task and gently pats her shoulder to signal he’s done for now. He grabs his comb and what little remains of his favorite hair product from the woman.

“You need to let that sit for a few minutes, at least, little sheep.” Astarion directs before wading back to the river bank and dropping his supplies with the rest of his things. Tav watches as he grabs his own bar of soap and begins to bathe himself.

“How did you learn about all this?” The woman calls to the rogue as she wades through the water, mostly for something to do as she waits.

Astarion hums as he considers the question; there is a pause in the conversation as he drops his bar of soap back along the bank and uses his hand to rinse the soapy remnants along his body. Tav cannot help but follow his fingers as they graze along his chest and arms, dispersing droplets of water that drizzle down the lines of his abs and back into the river.

“I wish I could tell you how I learned, but I can’t recall…” He murmurs, his voice sounding a bit far away as he thinks, “It feels like something ingrained in me like speaking Elvish or the ability to read, for instance; someone must have taught me… I suppose one of my parents, or someone else in my family.”

A small look of sadness flits across Tav’s face but she quickly hides it before her companion notices, knowing that Astarion will balk at anything resembling pity. She often forgets how little memory he has of his past before Cazador, how much he’d endured until now, and how much of himself he’d lost in the process of it all. He was so good at pretending to be normal and happy-go-lucky… but then, they were quite alike in that aspect, weren’t they? It was easier to be the unbothered goofball than to be anything that resembled fragility, wasn’t it?

Tav chooses to not respond to his answer, knowing nothing she says can truly make his situation better, and instead grabs a conditioner-covered curl, “Can I rinse this now?”

Astarion nods as he climbs out of the water and begins gathering his own things, “Yes, go rinse it out – make sure there’s none of that left in your hair, and then come find me back at camp for the next part. I’m going back — it’s growing a bit cold.”

“Next part?” Tav responds with a soft whine, watching as Astarion towels himself off, “There’s more?”

“Darling, if you want your hair to look even close to as good as mine, there is a lot of work involved. Now hurry up, so we can be done before Gale is ready to feed you whatever disastrous concoction he’s made tonight,” Astarion says, his tone a bit joking as he begins slipping into a new set of camp clothes.

The woman groans and obeys the rogue’s directions, turning away as Astarion strips off his undergarments to replace them with new ones, and wading once again toward the deeper water. Tav dunks herself down into the river and begins running her fingers through spirals of hair, massaging out any slippery residue she finds along the way. With the amount of hair she had, it took several minutes, and by the time she was finished, Astarion was already gone. The sun was just beginning to kiss the earth in its descent toward night.

Tav quickly toweled herself off and dressed. Then she wrapped her hair up in the towel, twisting it around her locks in a turban-like fashion before collecting her belongings and making the short journey back to camp.

“There you are, darling,” Astarion calls as he catches sight of Tav, before patting a stump near his tent, “Come over here so I can finish defining your curls.”

Tav furrows her eyebrows in confusion, because she has no idea what Astarion means, but she’s learned to simply shut up and go along with whatever he says for this entire endeavor. As she comes closer, she notices the elf has laid out even more supplies for her hair.

Did it really require all of this?

She sighs and takes a seat. Astarion immediately sets to work, placing a dollop of some sort of creamy pomade-like mixture in his hand and working it through her hair again. After that, he begins sectioning her hair into pieces, directing Tav every once and a while to hold this or that piece as he combs through her locks.

“Ouch–” Tav hisses as the elf seems to be pulling at the base of her scalp. She moves to jerk away and Astarion huffs impatiently behind her, one of his hands coming to press against her forehead and prevent her movements.

“Darling, for gods sakes, hold still.There isn’t beauty without a bit of pain, and honestly, for such a warrior, you’re being a wimp,” he chastises before continuing on with the task.

“What are you doing?” Tav asks through a sharp intake of breath, scrunching her eyes closed as she tries to endure the uncomfortable sensation of her hair being repeatedly tugged at the root.

“Defining your curls, dear. I’m twisting them around my finger, see?” Astarion responds before coming in front of her and pulling a piece so he can demonstrate the process. Tav watches with a mixture of interest and confusion as he continues, “This will help all your curls to look more uniform. But seeing as you’ve done very little to your hair in all this time, I suppose it would make sense that you’re a bit tender-headed. I promise I am trying to be gentle.”

Tav grimaces as Astarion continues his task, letting out little squeaks of pain that the rogue pointedly ignores. Eventually, Karlach comes over to return the whetstone she borrowed. The tiefling lingers to chat, which distracts Tav just enough to mostly forget about the pain in her scalp. When Astarion announces he’s done, the woman is genuinely surprised and moves to touch her hair; she is met with a quick swat from the elf.

“Ah-ah!” He admonishes before grabbing a bottle and spraying her hair with another rosemary scented product, “You can’t touch it until it’s completely dry.”

“Why the hell not?” Tav groans again, suddenly growing impatient. Her stomach growls, and she sighs as she realizes she is also growing hangry.

“You’ll undo all my hard work! Just wait.” Astarion responds as he stows away all his beauty products, “And anyway, it looks like Gale is just about done with dinner. We can go sit by the fire as you eat and that will dry your hair faster.”

Dinner was… acceptable. Gale did the best he could with the two rabbits Astarion hunted that morning, a handful of potatoes, one onion, and a couple of carrots. They did not have the luxury of seasonings most of the time, so it was quite typical for the nightly stews to taste gamey… tonight was no exception.

Astarion takes a few drinks from Tav’s wrist after she finishes dinner. Once he retracts his fangs from her flesh, he lifts his hand to gently feel her curls. After a moment assessing his creation, he grins at the woman and says, “They’re finally dry, darling. Took long enough, hm? Now, let’s get you in front of a mirror so you can see my masterpiece.”

Tav is flabbergasted by what she sees in the mirror. For the first time in… well, ever, her hair looks like it belongs to one of the beautiful maidens in an oil painting. Her hand comes up to gently touch the soft, spiraled locks and confirm that this perfect head of hair is, in fact, on her head and not somebody else's.

“What do you think?” Astarion prompts, his voice containing the smallest bits of apprehension as he lifts a hand to fuss with Tav’s hair, placing it just so.

“It’s great,” Tav responds, her face breaking into a wide smile that causes the tension in Astarion’s shoulders to dissipate, “Thank you… really.”

Astarion smiles and nods, suddenly unsure how to respond to the genuine gratitude in Tav’s voice. So instead he chuckles a bit and rolls his eyes before saying, “What on earth would you do without me?”

“Continue to look like a sheep in need of shearing, I guess,” Tav jokes, sticking her tongue out as she gently bumps her elbow into Astarion’s rib in jest, “That was mean, by the way.”

“I prefer honest, darling,” Astarion quips with a small chuckle, his fingers still fussing with the woman’s curls, “And anyway, you no longer look like a little sheep. You look beautiful.”

Tav is not used to being called beautiful. Strong or brave, perhaps, but beautiful… never. Until now. The compliment catches her off guard and her eyes widen for just a moment. The elf notices her shock and his brows crinkle as he pauses the primping to analyze the woman’s face.

“Certainly you know you’re beautiful…” The rogue continues, his hands starting to work at the curls again, “I’m sure I’m not the only–”

Astarion trails off when Tav shakes her head from side to side as her face begins to blush, the shade of her skin suddenly resembling the shade of her hair. Her voice is quiet, and crackling with a bit of emotion as she says, “No one says that. They just call me strong, or brave… or fierce.”

The elf tilts his head to the side as his eyes roam across Tav’s face once again. How interesting, he thought, to be lauded for things apart from your beauty. He’d never experienced such a thing, himself… though he thinks he would like to. But it almost appeared as if Tav had the reverse experience to his.

“Well… surely you can be strong and beautiful, hm?” Astarion asks with a raised eyebrow, trying once again to smooth out the awkwardness he felt creeping between them, though he didn’t exactly know why it often felt like that. He moves to affectionately tug another lock of Tav’s hair and smiles playfully, “And with hair like this, dear, no one can deny your beauty. It would be an insult to my skills, frankly.”

Tav snorts a laugh at this, eliciting a genuine, fang-filled grin from the rogue. Then he produces a bandana from his pocket and flourishes it in front of the woman, “Now let’s get your hair wrapped up. I’m exhausted and I want to go to bed, but I will not allow you to ruin my masterpiece overnight with all your thrashing about in your bedroll. You’re quite noisy, you know? And you snore.”

“I do not!” Tav protests as Astarion clicks his tongue at her and shakes his head, all while bundling her curls into the bandana and deftly tying a knot to keep it all in place.

“You’re a terrible liar, dear, I’m surprised your nose isn’t growing this instant,” The elf murmurs, his finger coming to affectionately boop the woman’s nose before he bids goodnight and wanders back to his tent for bed.

Tav rubs her own nose as she yawns and heads back to her own tent, on the other side of camp. She tucks herself into her bedroll and smiles as she stares up at the canvas ceiling of her shelter. Someone really said she was beautiful; a small giggle escapes her lips as she thinks about it.

Before long, Tav falls asleep. And for the first time in a while, she sleeps peacefully, without any thrashing about or snoring. Perhaps it was because her hair – and her heart – were both impeccably well-taken care of tonight.

#astarion fanfic #astarion fic #astarion x tav #bg3 fanfiction #astarion x female tav #astarion x tav fluff #astarion fluff #astarion oneshot #astarion fanfiction #tav x astarion

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winterlynightlystories · 1 year

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Bad day.

Tw; Mentions of murder, grief and spoilers I guess. Mentioned top!male!reader

Please do not copy or steal my work.

Sano “Mikey” Manjirou/gang!member!Male!Reader

Summary; Mikey’s dark impulse almost comes out. Luckily for everyone, you are there to calm the beast.

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You sat behind Manjiro, watching the meeting over his shoulder. It was going nowhere. Your boyfriend and his captains were stuck in an endless cycle of yes, no, maybe. And Manjiro’s patience was running lower by the second. You could see it by how tensed his shoulders were and quiet he was.

Everyone could see how displeased Mikey was. Over his shoulder, you had a good sight on their expression; they were terrified. With good reason. Mikey could kill a man in a heartbeat if he wanted, with no warning or sign. Just like he could beat the poor fucker to a bloody mess for the littlest thing.

Apparently, Manjiro use to be different. Calmer, more in control of his Dark Impulse. Before the death of his sister, best friend and so many more. The last straw has been when a named Takemichi had left. You ignored why, Manjiro refused to speak about it. But sometimes, you would wake up to him calling for his friend while tears would roll down his cheeks.

You never said anything, thinking Mikey would talk when ready. The only thing you could do was offer your shoulder and cuddle him. Or fuck him until he forgot everything, but you.

Licking your lips, your gaze turned toward Mikey's neck. You could still see the love bite you left there last night surrounding his tattoo. You wished you could simply get up and give him more while giving his shoulders a good massage. Maybe get him to sit on your lap so you could kiss them instead. You knew he loved it when you two took a bath before going to bed.

You were kicked out of your fantasy when his whole demeanour switched. You saw all his muscles tensing in a second as he raised his head higher. The whole aura changed in the room, feeling as if the temperature dropped below freezing. Not literally, of course. But you did get chills running through your whole body.

You weren't the only one noticing the change. All the captains fell silent, all their colour draining off their faces and fear filled their eyes. What had been said, you ignored it, but one thing was sure; it has turned Mikey’s Dark Impulse on. And like a ticking bomb, it could explode at any second.

Sighing, you got up. All eyes, except Mikey’s, turned on you. Half we're hopeful, the rest scared for your well-being.

You walked behind Mikey and rested your hands on his shoulders. You felt them instantly relax under the contact. Bending over his right side, you kissed his temple.

- “Easy Mikey. You have good, competent captains, so don't go around blasting their brains on the walls okay?” you said, lips still pressed against his skin.

- “You weren't listening right, Y/n?” he asked, voice empty.

- “Sorry Mikey. I spaced out before the gorgeous view I had.” you smiled, knowing he might be blushing. “Might have been making plans for tonight too, for us. So please, no shooting, no beating. I know it's frustrating, but it won't change anything.” you added and Mikey said nothing, but you felt him relax completely. “Let’s take a pause, just an hour or two. Let the boys get some food and air, might help. What do you think?”

For only answer, Manjiro dismissed everyone with a simple waving of his hand. Without a word, they all left the room almost running. Chuckling, you grabbed a chair and sat by Manjiro’s side. His eyes were empty and dark, but there was no sign of his Dark Impulse. Taking his hand in your, you rubbed small circles on his skin.

- “Something is wrong, I can see it. What's going on love?” you asked, and when no answer came you asked another one; “What can I do?”

Mikey turned his eyes on you. For a second you thought he would remain quiet, but no.

- “Could you hold me? I'll like to listen to your heart.”

You simply opened your arms wildly, inviting him to do just that. You wrapped them around his little frame once Mikey was comfortable on your lap. Resting your chin on the top of his head, you closed your eyes.

- “You know I am here if you need to talk. Whatever is on your mind or heart, I will listen.” you said softly.

- “Just a bad day. Angry just...” he sighed and hid his face against your chest. “Today is Emma... It's...” you heard his voice crack and hugged him closer.

- “Hush, it's alright. Mikey, if you need to cry, then cry. Let it go, love, you have the right to. I'm sorry, I didn't know.”

Mikey gave no answer, but you felt his shoulders shake as he cried silently in your arms. You rarely saw your boyfriend cry. Sometimes after a nightmare, or coming out of his Dark Impulse after killing someone.

You also felt like an idiot.

You should have seen the signs.

When the Captains returned, they said nothing seeing their President sitting on your lap, your head resting on his shoulder as he played with your hair. And if Mikey’s hair looked wild or if he had a new set of love bites on his neck, and if you too had your share of them just now showing, they said nothing.

The tension had left the room, it was easier to breathe and focus. For the next hours, you listened to them deciding if they should start a war against a rival gang, and so on.

And for the rest of the meeting, Mikey’s Dark Impulse never made another appearance.

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whoisrui · 9 months

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♠️ KNY Demon Boyfriend Headcanons

pairings: muzan/kokushibo/douma/akaza x gn!reader

warnings: none, all sfw

other: love these four guys, but especially akaza.

🌹 Kibutsuji, Muzan

Originally planned to just use you, but ended up falling for you.

Egoistic as fuck, major god complex.

Possessive. Very, very possessive.

He purposefully would ask where you were/what you were doing already knowing damn well the exact answers to them. He’d say “Tell me the truth” and “I know you’re lying to me” just to see you get defensive or nervous.

He loves taking you on fancy dinner dates.

Most of the time he’s a little shit, but can be pretty romantic if he feels like it.

Loves when you do things for him without question. Even though he expects that out of you, he can’t help but find it adorable when you can’t bring yourself to refuse his orders.

Not a very patient man, but he does try with you.

Don’t just say you love him, prove it.

Bonus: He finds it cute when you wear his fedora. He’d come home and see you cooking while wearing his hat and then stare at you, smirking.

🌙 Kokushibo

You confessed first.

Honestly I feel like he’s really sweet towards you.

Needs reassurance.

He’s possessive as fuck too.

Head pats. A LOT of head pats.

Wouldn’t ever force you to do anything against your will.

Allows you to braid/play with his hair, finds it adorable when you do.

Stargazing dates.

Compliments you a shit ton, gets flustered when you compliment him too.

He loves praise, he absolutely loves it but won’t tell you that directly.

Very patient with you. He loves to listen to you ramble about your interests.

Stares at you a lot, it’s hard to tell what he’s thinking but most of the time he’s admiring you.

Not a very touchy person, but will give you cuddles if you want them. He secretly like them too.

Bonus: He probably says a lot of cheesy and romantic poetic shit and leaves you cute notes/letters about how much he loves you.

🪭 Douma

He confessed first.

You brought emotion into his life, he does not want to lose that. He won’t allow you to leave.

Can be a little shit sometimes.

He loves showing you off to the other demons, making it apparent that you’re his and his alone.

Extremely touchy and cuddly, he can’t ever get his hands off of you.

Fucking possessive/obsessive of you.

Loves taking baths together, he will insist on washing your hair and body for you.

Did I mention he’s extremely touchy?

Major tease.

He loves hugging you from behind.

Cuddles 25/8.

Loves planting kisses on every part of your body.

Finds it adorable when you do things for him, especially when he doesn’t ask you to.

After a long day of listening to people complaining, he calls you to his room for cuddles to recharge.

Speaking of that, he is excellent in giving you advice and comforting words.

Bonus: If you sing/play an instrument, he absolutely loves that quality and would listen to you all night with a smile.

❄️ Akaza

You confessed first.

Overprotective. Extremely overprotective.

Firework dates. He’ll take you to his favorite places to watch them.

He lets you trace his markings/tattoos.

Gives the best fucking hugs bro have you seen his arms?

He’d go out to the mountains to find your favorite flower and bring it back to you.

An absolute sweetheart.

He loves kissing your palms and your shoulders.

Finds it adorable when you rest on his lap (this man’s lap looks comfortable as fuck).

Hugs from behind 100%.

Short tempered man, but will cuddle you after.

Needs a ton of reassurance.

He loves being praised, but won’t tell you that.

Absolutely loves it when you hug his head to your chest. He finds you very comfortable.

When he’s frustrated or angry about something, he’ll go to you and just silently hug you. When you ask him what’s wrong, he won’t say anything for a while.

He loves taking care of you and is very delicate with you. He loves when you take care of him as well.

Bonus: He’ll be sitting down, either frustrated about something or doing nothing. But then you walk over to him without a word and just lay on his lap, falling asleep. Seeing you comfortable on his lap brings him at ease and he’ll smile down at you.

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anangelwhodidntfall · 7 months

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Here In Your Arms: Charles LecLerc

Formula One Masterlist

word count: 700

prompts used: Tell me about your day baby, let me make it better + You're home early! featuring Character B shuffling into Character A's arms

a/n: had a stressful few days at work and wished that someone could've taken care of me :(

You were absolutely exhausted by the time you reached home, you were supposed to be let off nearly an hour and half ago but had to stay because some needed to go home more than you apparently. This was still early considering when you normally got off work but when you've been at work since 7 this morning and told that you were getting off at 4:30 only not to get off until 5:20, you would be exhausted and ready to climb into bed. You quietly grabbed your bags, and walked up to your house, where you opened the door and walked in dropping your bags by the door.

"Hey baby, you're home early!" Your boyfriend Charles said.

You didn't said anything but instead quietly made your way into his arms and let out a huge sigh as you felt him wrap his arms around you. He gently rocked you guys for a few minutes as he rubbed your back trying to help ease some of the stress off your body.

"Tell me about your day baby, let me make it better." He said.

"It was exhausting we were short staffed which isn't shocking, corporate came today, three kids got sick which reminds me I shouldn't even be touching you, and I got yelled at for sitting so my feet are killing me and let's not forget I was supposed to get off at 4:30 and didn't get off until 5:30 because apparently others needed to go home more than me." You said running a hand through your hair.

"I'm sorry that happened baby, why don't you take a seat on the couch while I draw up a bath for you to help relax your muscles? And once you are nice and relaxed we can order some takeout and watch a movie or something if you would like that?" He asked me.

"I would love that but first I need a kiss or two." I said looking at him with a smile.

"I can happily help with that." He said with a smile as he placed a few kisses on my lips and then all over my face making me giggle.

"There's that beautiful laugh. Take a seat on the couch and rest your feet while I draw you a baby, okay?" He asked as you nodded your head.

A few minutes later, he came back and picked you bridal style refusing to let you be on your feet any longer today and carried you to the bathroom. He set you gently on your feet, helping your undress and helping you into the tub.

"Take your time and relax baby, I'll be here when you are done." He said to you.

"Actually bubs, do you think you could stay here in with me and tell me about your day?" You asked looking up at him.

"Of course I can baby." He said taking a seat by the tub and telling you all about his day.

After about thirty minutes you were relaxed and ready to get and hungry as you and your boyfriend heard your stomach growling. He helped you out and dried you off before letting you get dressed before you guys made your way towards y'all's room.

"Baby you know what sounds good?" You asked him.

"What's that sweetheart?" He asked you.

"Pizza." You said with a smile as you two took a seat on your bed.

"I was hoping you say that." He said with a smile as a knock came to the front door.

You watched as he disappeared out of y'all's room and then a few minutes later he returns with food from y'all's favorite pizza place.

"I had a feeling that you might want pizza tonight. So while I was drawing your bath, I ordered our usual. I hope it's alright?" He asked taking a seat next to you on the bed and placing the food in front of you.

"I love how you can read my mind, this is perfect. Thank you." You said leaning over and pressing a kiss to his lips.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x female reader

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princessanonymous · 3 months

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When Night Comes

Platonic Yandere Vampire

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First Chapter

18. 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮

Today, her sleep was abruptly interrupted by a person shaking her awake. As she stirred from the depths of her dreams, the world around her gradually came into focus. Disoriented and still half-asleep, she instinctively reached for the covers, attempting to shield herself from the unwelcome intrusion into her peaceful slumber.

"You have to wake up now," a voice said with an urgency that alerted her.

Groggily, she peered from beneath the covers, trying to discern the source of the disturbance. She squinted, muttering in a tired voice, "What...?"

"You have to leave," Killian announced somberly.

It struck her, and she stood up abruptly. "I— What ?"

He began packing some of her clothes into a small bag. "This is your twelfth birthday, is it not?" he asked rhetorically. "The blood moon is in seven days, and I suspect today is most likely your best chance of escaping while you still can. Dorian left to run errands."

The room, bathed in the muted glow of the awakening dawn, seemed to hold its breath, as if anticipating the gravity of the moment. "Now?" she croaked, her voice barely audible, carrying the remnants of sleep-induced raspiness and hesitation.

A pause hung in the air like a suspended note in a symphony, and she could feel the weight of his words settling around her like an invisible shroud. "This is your last chance to escape, child," he asserted slowly.

He draped a large coat over her, its fabric enveloping her like a protective shield against the unknown, and led her through the manor with a sense of urgency that left little room for protest. (Y/n) was too paralyzed and shocked to refuse, her mind grappling with the surreal nature of the situation. The halls of the manor seemed to blur as they hurried along, the echoes of their footsteps resonating in the stillness of the early morning.

When they finally emerged outside, the abrupt transition from the dimly lit interior to the bright morning sunlight proved disorienting for (Y/n). She instinctively covered her eyes, the harsh light an unwelcome intrusion after the cloistered atmosphere of the manor. Ironically, the vampire by her side didn't exhibit such an adverse reaction. His gaze remained focused, undeterred by the luminosity, perhaps driven by an unyielding determination or aided by the mysterious ring adorning his finger.

The duo moved swiftly, their destination becoming apparent as they approached the stables. The scent of hay and horses filled the air, and the sounds of neighing and shuffling hooves became more pronounced.

"I have packed enough food to last you a few days. This journey, however, should not take you longer than one day," he stated with a calm assurance, handing her a rather heavy bag that clinked softly with the promise of sustenance. (Y/n) accepted it, feeling the weight of the provisions in her hands, a tangible reminder of the journey that lay ahead. "There are also warm clothes and money," he added, his voice a steady anchor in the midst of the unfolding uncertainty.

She trembled in fear. "Where will I go?" The girl asked with a panicked voice.

He looked at her, and his gaze softened. "There is a nunnery not too far from here," he told her. "They will surely take you in to protect you from a vampire. You will tell them you were attacked by a vampire, understood?"

She gulped and nodded. He settled her onto a black horse, explaining briefly how to ride the creature. She could only manage a slow walk, but that was enough.

He accompanied her to the grand entrance of the estate. "Pepper is a smart horse," he assured. "We have practiced this path before. She knows it by heart. You won't have to do anything other than stay on her back."

Nervously, she nodded. "Alright," she mumbled. She looked away, a lump forming in her throat. "You mentioned you wanted to leave. Can't you come?"

Hesitation and reluctance flashed in his eyes. He opened his mouth, then closed it. He held her hand with a certain firmness and gentleness. "I will keep him at bay," he answered.

(Y/n) teared up and gave him a wet smile. "Thank you, I hope we will meet again eventually."

He ruffled her hair and mirrored her expression. "I hope so as well, child."

⊱ ────── {⋆𖤐⋆} ────── ⊰

Dorian disliked going out during the day, but with (Y/n)'s turning coming soon, he had to make sure everything was perfect and ready. She would need a coffin or casket to rest, and he wanted to have one fitted for her.

He returned later in the evening after hiring a skilled manufacturer. Entering through the main entrance, he found Killian waiting for him. Together, they headed to the living room to provide enough space for the necessary measurements.

"Deeply sorry for your loss," the old bearded coffin manufacturer said with a heavy sigh, his empathetic expression etched with sorrow when he heard that the object in question was meant for his daughter.

Dorian, standing there with a demeanor that seemed to defy the very concept of mourning, hummed curiously at the man's condolences and tilted his head to the side. The air hung heavy with misunderstanding, creating an awkward tension between the well-intentioned coffin maker and the enigmatic figure before him.

"It must be hard for fathers to lose a child at such a young age," the human continued, attempting to offer solace in the face of assumed tragedy.

A flicker of annoyance crossed Dorian's face, his eyes narrowing at the presumptive comment. "My daughter is very much alright," he snapped with a sneer, his tone carrying a sharp edge. The insinuation that (Y/n) had met an untimely demise struck a nerve, and Dorian felt insulted that the man would ever consider such a morbid possibility. (Y/n) was, without a doubt, perfectly fine.

Turning to a nearby maid, Dorian issued a command with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Call (Y/n). Tell the girl her measurements must be taken for her coffin."

The manufacturer, caught off guard and bewildered, stammered, "I assumed—"

"Well, you assumed wrong," Dorian interrupted with a lazy hand gesture, dismissing the notion of tragedy with a nonchalant air. The child was very much alive, and he wouldn't allow anyone to think otherwise.

Killian, standing beside Dorian, gently squeezed his hand in a silent effort to calm the simmering tension. "You see, (Y/n) is quite a special girl. Fascinated by death," he explained, weaving a convincing narrative with practiced ease. "A coffin was a little request of hers."

The human eyes widened. "Oh, well that ain't somethin' I've seen before," he muttered.

Dorian narrowed his eyes. "What ? Can't a child have hobbies ?" He asked.

"Sir," the maid entered the room frantically. "The young miss seems to have left again !"

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Arriving at the nunnery late in the night, (Y/n) felt a mixture of exhaustion and relief. A gentle knock prompted a concerned nun to open the door.

"Oh, dear," she said with worry. "What is a child doing alone at night? Come in." The woman ushered her in hurriedly.

Soon, all the nuns had woken up, and she found herself in a living room, cradling a warm cup of tea. From the next room, she overheard women discussing her situation.

"Who could leave a child so young on her own?" One asked with worry.

"She came on a horse, and her clothes are that of nobility. This is quite a peculiar situation," another remarked.

"She mustn't be an orphan, then," a third one reasoned.

"Yet few parents would let their child wander during the night. Something must have happened."

"Sister Maria, do not insinuate such things," the first one reprimanded.

"A simple observation, Sister Gloria," she justified.

The door opened, and four nuns stepped into the living room, walking up to her with soft, reassuring looks.

The one who had opened the door for her spoke first. "Why don't you tell us what happened, dear?"

(Y/n) looked down at her empty teacup. "Vampires," she whispered.

Gasps were heard, and the women started chattering between themselves.

"Vampires? So close to here?"

"It mustn't be," the voice of the one she recognized as Sister Gloria. "Surely not true vampires."

"The last blood moon was two months ago," another said. "Finding a Sanguini now is improbable. It must be a fully-fledged vampire."

She acquiesced. "Not a monster, a true vampire," she confirmed.

"It is still a monster, child," another said with pity. "What was their name? Are they close to here?"

She opened her mouth, debating whether to reveal the identity of the vampire. They would surely recognize a duke. "I... I don't know," she muttered, looking down and audibly gulping.

They all had their eyes on her, but then one said, "That is alright, child. You had a long day. Why don't we bring you to a room for you to rest?"

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Just a little bit of lore dump about the world :

Since Sanguinis are only born once every three months, there is a rapid increase of attacks by them following these days before most of them are killed off by vampire hunters. They aren’t as powerful as real vampires and mostly act on instinct so exterminating them is easier.

This is why one of the sisters mentioned the previous blood moon. Depending on the time of an attack, it can help indicate whether it was a fully fledged vampire, which requires expert vampire hunters, or a simple sanguini that could easily get taken care of.

#platonic yandere #yandere platonic #yandere vampire #yandere father #obsession #yandere #vampire #platonic #x reader #female reader #reader insert #child reader #yandere x reader #fanfic #stockholm syndrome

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f10werfae · 2 years

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How Much Is Too Much?

Pairing:Husband!Henry Cavill x Doctor!Reader

Summary: Fans retell the best parts of the relationship

Warnings: none

- Requests are open!

Likes, Comments And Re-Blogs are appreciated

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Henry Cavill Masterlist 💫

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@/loverbunny: Does anyone remember that one Henry Cavill interview where he just kept bringing up Y/n? It’s so cute how his eye twinkles whenever her name’s mentioned and he’s also so proud of her and her career. Saying quote on quote, “i’m proud to be her man”

@/jessicashaw: I had to take my little sister to an appointment to the local hospital and she was literally treated by Dr. Y/n L/n, apparently she was there to cover a random shift? Idk but she was so nice and helpful😭 After the check up she gave my sister SUPERMAN STICKERS?!

@/Ghostedfortoast: I was at the background shoot for one of Henry Cavill's movies and I heard him talking about how his wife was opening a free walk in clinic for the homeless, and I swear I saw that man's heart get a boner

@/thereallife: I saw Cavill at an award show, and I kid you not mid award show, he saw his wife was arriving outside the venue. This man walked back outside and accompanied her in through the red carpet, and since all the photographers had left. HE WAS KNEELING JUST TO GET HER ANGLES RIGHT WHEN TAKING HER PICS

@/beesnothoney: Nah because in Henry's new interview, actually lemme just quote this man, “My wife is so amazing, she was actually my medic on set, so I was around her all the time. It was brilliant, I loved it” AND THEN HIS CO STAR WAS COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW MUCH NOISE WOULD BE COMING FROM HENRY'S TRAILER KILLS ME.

@/leavemealone: I work in Pull&Bear and I saw Henry and Y/n walk in at around 7pm i’m guessing after her work because she was in scrubs. I think she was trying to buy the new winter jacket we had but the poor girl looked exhausted. Henry had to put it on her and zipped it all the way so it covered her head, AND HE UNZIPPED IT JUST ENOUGH TO KISS HER THEN THEY FOUGHT OVER WHO WOULD PAY UNTIL HE SNEAKILY PASSED ME HIS CARD

@/1990firefly: Henry Cavill came into the build a bear I work and got a dog stuffy and dressed it like a doctor. But here’s the best part. IN AN INTERVIEW Y/N REVEALED HE CALLS HER 'PUP' 😭😭. ➥@/pandalove: I HEARD HE CARRIES THAT BEAR WHEN HE TRAVELS ABROAD WITHOUT HERR🥹

@/jumpinglacks: My mum once worked a shift with Y/n L/n, and said her husband (Hen obvs) came during their break to bring her out for lunch. I hate being single.

@/tiredturtleegg: I saw the Cavill couple out in town yesterday, kid you not he was feeding her the spaghetti and anytime she’d reach for her fork he’d slap it away 🥲

@/denisethemenace: Anyone remember when Y/n L/n first revealed she was pregnant, and the reason she found out was because Cavill realised her tits had grown bigger. This man never fails to surprise me ➥ @/livingfreedead: DONT FORGET HE SAID HE WAS JUST DOING HIS REGULAR TOUCH UP OMG😭‼️

@/greekathenanice: Y/n just said in her 73 questions video that whenever their son can’t sleep, he reads her anatomy books and tries to teach Henry things about the body. This kid is like 4. How.

@/floralflower: Whenever you think about settling for less. Remember that when Y/n was pregnant Henry literally sewed her scrubs that would fit her then drove her to and from work☝️

@/letmeliveplease: Henry Cavill gushing over his wife’s maternity photos during a Buzzfeed interview, is everything. That man started tearing up because he loves her so much, NO MAN COULD EVER COMPARE

@/treatsweet: Henry revealing that Y/n only likes to bathe with him now is so cute, apparently it’s because that’s the only time the baby decides to kick and be active

@/HenryCavill: Y/n refuses to talk to me because I forgot to buy her cookie dough ice cream on the way home. This is my public apology. I’m sorry pup, please let me back into the bedroom, I want a hug. ➥@/DrY/nL/N-Cavill: Yeah okay. Your son (and I) Misses you. Love you♥️

#romance #henry cavill #henry cavill oneshot #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill rpf

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belit0 · 9 months

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Heylloooooo. How are you doinnn?

Can you do a scenario where the reader offers to trim the hair of the founder's + indra + izuna. Their hair is so much damaged due to all the jutsu they practice and negligence. So the reader offers them a relaxing shampoo and hair trim.

Hey there!! Extremely tired, but holding up. I'm having vacations soon, so looking forward to that!

How are you nonny? Feeling and doing okay? 🤗❣️

I found this request so cute and funny that I had to prioritize it, lol.

Indra

- "I don't require any of that, my hair is fine, that's highly feminine, humiliating." It will take a lot of convincing, but both using good words and managing him without letting Indra realize exactly what she is doing, (Y/N) gets her husband to surrender to her hands. The Otsutsuki does not agree to step full body into the bathtub, bent over the edge and resting his bare chest on the fine cold marble. His hair rains down on the water and is submerged to a certain length, while she uses a cup to wet his scalp. Somehow, impossible in the awkward position but apparently possible for him, he relaxes so much that he stops protesting, accepting the washing in silence. Between massages, (Y/N) inspects the damage, and concludes that it is a sin for a hair as beautiful as Indra's, with golden highlights, to look so dull. Although he maintains impeccable body hygiene, he has no idea how to take care of his mane, dry and brittle from all the battles he's been through. He hisses when the water is too hot, and tries to end the whole situation, but once he's knee-deep in it, there is no way to escape. Indra does not usually turn his back, show his neck, or allow anyone to approach him with sharp objects while he is vulnerable and without sight, but today he makes an exception. After all, is his wife who we are talking about. With the cut, he's adamant about her not reducing its length, proud of its iconic longness, and (Y/N) only succeeds in cutting off the split ends. When he looks in the mirror, he complains about losing a lot of hair, even though he genuinely hasn't. A tiny child, in the body of the worst villain of them all.

Madara

- "Yeah... that might be nice... let's see if it gets me out of stress." He surrenders himself to (Y/N)'s magical hands like a cat, allowing her to manipulate his hair and do whatever she wants with it. The girl suspects that if she were to chop off his mane like his father had it, as relaxed as Madara is in his special bath, he wouldn't even notice. Either way, she gives up the idea of playing a joke on him and concentrates on soothing her husband's scalp, bringing the unique pattern of his hair back to life, and restoring a bit of its shine. Gentle shampooing here, cream bathing there, soft drying to keep it damp enough to cut... The Uchiha actually falls asleep while his wife washes his hair, and (Y/N) appreciates how deeply he trusts her, enough to unwind under her fingers. When his mane is finally clean, she wakes him up to get out of the water, pulling him out of the bathtub and sitting him on a chair. With the scissors, she gets rid of all the unsalvageable parts, removing the fire-scorched hair and leaving only the healthy, reducing the length by considerable amounts. Madara, ignorant of any decision she might make about the size or style of her cut, reads a book while sipping a cup of tea, seated cross-legged like a gentleman. Solely dressed in his bathrobe and with his hair full of hooks to separate it in parts, he looks like a lady enjoying a day at the spa. When she finishes, he doesn't even bother to evaluate himself in the mirror, oblivious to his image and unconcerned about what his wife might have done, fully trusting his judgment and accuracy. He is happy and loves his new/almost identical image.

Izuna

- "What? No, there's no way. I said no... well, thinking about it... no. Well, maybe yes..." Another little child. Izuna refuses to admit the damage to his hair, and a whole week passes from the official proposal (Y/N) did, about taking care of his image, until he decides to accept. Manipulated by candy and promises of steamy nights, the Uchiha can't say no, and hands over his mane for his wife to control as she pleases. His hair is considerably thinner than his older brother's, less dense and bushy, but the problem lies in those unruly strands at the back of his head, near the scalp. A mixture of straight and curly hair, how to treat it is a puzzle, but she is determined to find out. She can't get him to take a bath, Izuna claiming he already showered in the morning, and only manages to wet his hair at the kitchen sink, with the man reclining on top of the counter and trying to squeeze the length of his hair into the cramped space. Even though the experience is uncomfortable, he refuses to get in the shower again and insists they do it this way. Needless to say, the kitchen ends up completely soaked, the floor full of water and the cabinet as well, foam floating all over the surfaces. Once ready, they proceed to the cutting, and the Uchiha himself stands in front of the mirror, suddenly excited and engaged in the task, marking the limits he intends (Y/N) not to exceed. He becomes the leader of the situation, and is genuinely pleased with the result. Promises to remind (Y/N) about doing the same thing every month. Every, single, month. Without fail.

Hashirama

- "YES! ARE WE DOING IT NOW?!" In fact, he is the most excited of them all, and is the one who prepares the items (Y/N) might need. On his free afternoon, the Hokage looks for scissors with sufficient sharpness, and in the absence of the right ones, goes to buy them. He prepares his special shampoo, because we all know this Senju is obsessed with having perfect hair, and readies a bathtub with warm water for himself. All the things she intended to set up for him, Hashirama gets them in an hour and surprises her by sitting in the tub with the shampoo in his hand, smiling from ear to ear. He provides instructions on how he likes to massage his own scalp, which areas are sensitive, and where to pay special attention, guiding each movement without the need to physically control (Y/N's) hands. To make the experience more pleasurable, she follows each step, executing it the way he asks. He cannot finish without first applying one of the most expensive conditioners in the world, which he requires her to leave on for at least ten minutes. In the meantime, and with two cucumbers in his eyes, Hashirama relaxes. When he is dry and ready for the haircut, he suggests the idea of styling his hair in a similar way to what he used to wear when he was a child, and it is (Y/N) who has to get that terrible occurrence out of his head. Pouting, he agrees to sit in the chair and let her control this part of the process, without being in charge of the technical direction. He ends up with a cut the length of his middle back, and smiling because he loves it! According to her, there's not much difference from how he had it before, but he doesn't need to know that.

Tobirama

- "You don't need to take care of it, my hair is fine. And if needed, I can do it myself." He has an irrational fear of losing some of his incredible intelligence if he cuts his hair, and has a bit of trouble accepting the offer. (Y/N) can't stand the strawiness of his hair, and Tobirama refuses to admit that's true. Stubborn and dismayed by his wife's approach, he will first try to work it out on his own. He is extremely embarrassed when going to the beauty and cosmetic store, asking for help "for a friend who has bad hair", and accepting guidance on what products "his friend" should use from the young man who works as a manager. When he gathers the necessary information, he refuses to shop at that same establishment and goes to one at the other end of the village, just so the manager won't judge him. He waits until late at night to proceed, once (Y/N) is asleep, and begins his experiments. The problem is he treats his hair as if it were an object of study, misapplying products and cutting off parts he shouldn't have. In the morning and without having slept, he has to admit defeat amidst his own fatigue and disappointment, and agrees to let her take over. He created a mess on his head, with uneven strands and even somehow managed to stain it with a strange color, but nothing she can't fix. After solving the texture problem, using the same products but in the right way, she corrects the premature cut Tobirama tried to self-manage, equalizing each strand's length and leaving his hair presentable again. He won't admit he made a mistake, at least not without crossing his arms over his chest, closing his eyes, and pouting, but he does acknowledge how good his hair now feels.

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thebeast-dennis-etcetera · 2 months

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Let Me Help

If you could only use one word to describe your husband, it would be, stubborn. Whether you tried paying for dinner or driving his truck, he wouldn’t budge on his decision and it was like pulling teeth to convince him otherwise. In your current case, he had come down with a cold and refused to accept any kind of care. It’s like if he pretended he wasn’t sick, it would just magically disappear.

It had apparently even affected his work as you received texts from both Tony and even Vance that he was grumpier than usual, snapping orders and having unrealistic expectations for case leads. You figured if Jethro wanted to be a stubborn mule then let him. Because now you also had to deal with your 8 year old son showing the same symptoms of sickness.

The nurse had called you, explaining that he was complaining about his head and runny nose so you picked him up early and stopped at the grocery store for supplies before heading home.

Multitasking, you prepared what you needed for some homemade chicken noodle soup and got a hot bath started for him, adding some tea tree oil, hoping the steam would help with his congestion. Once he was all set in the tub, you left the door open so you could hear him and continued chopping vegetables in the kitchen. He was in the phase where he really valued his privacy and you helping him take a bath was always shot down, followed by I’m a big boy now mom as he would stand there in his Lego shirt and bear slippers.

The sound of the front door opening and keys being thrown on the little table nearby, signaled that Jethro was home early. He didn’t say a word but said plenty as he trudged over to the couch and fell face first into it. You couldn’t help but smile at his theatrics and continued your cooking.

“Vance send you home early?”

“Mm-hm.”

He rolled onto his back and let out a long sigh, rubbing his temples to relieve some of the headache he told you he didn’t have. Once all your ingredients were prepped and cooking in the pan, you poured the broth in and let it sit in a simmer before heading to the bathroom in search of aspirin, being sure to cover your eyes so your son didn’t yell at you.

Your husband was still laying on the couch when you came over with a glass of water and some aspirin.

“Take these. I’m making some soup as well,” you offered.

He sat up and took the offerings with a grateful grunt.

“Mommy! I’m done!”

You gave Jethro a kiss on the head before tending to your son again.

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The soup was a hit with both boys, each having 2 servings and now they sat on the couch under a big thick blanket as you handed them each a capful of medicine.

“I don’t wanna,” your son refused, pulling his brows together in discontent and crossing his arms in extra emphasis.

“I don’t wanna do it either bud but it’ll make us feel better. Ready? On three.”

You watched as they swallowed the tart syrup and made the same exact face, causing you to laugh. They handed you over the empty caps and you brought them into the kitchen to wash them. Just then, the microwave went off, telling you the popcorn was ready.

Pouring it into a big bowl, you took your spot in between them on the couch. They each rested their heads against your shoulder and took turns taking pieces of popcorn while the movie played.

“How’s your head my love?” you asked Jethro, running your hand through his hair, massaging into his scalp and temple.

“Mm. Good.”

You then turned to your little boy and brushed his dirty blonde hair from his face as you could already see his blue eyes getting sleepy.

It was a rare opportunity you got to be able to take care of Jethro and your son at the same time. And as much as it was a bit trying at times with both of their stubborn yet needy ways, you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

#gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs #ncis #ncis fanfiction #agent gibbs #mark harmon #ncis request #jethro gibbs x reader #ncis imagine #Jethro Gibbs fanfiction

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whatswrongwithblue · 7 days

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Alastor and Pathological Demand Avoidance

In all seriousness, it makes a lot of sense.

The ease in which he manipulates social situations. Not just with Charlie, but we see him do it with Angel, the egg bois, even his conversation with Zestial.

His persona, as a human radio host and The Radio Demon, is clearly one big act. It doesn’t match with his actual upbringing at all, and yet he does it very, very well.

He likes to sit back and just watch the drama unfold, like it’s a spectator sport. We see this in the way he’s watching the other hotel residents while they react to the announcement of the exterminations being moved up six months. And we see it again during Angel and Sir Pentious’s skit. Everyone else is cheering for Pentious while Alastor is watching Angel walk away hurt.

His apparent refusal to use angelic weapons – though we could very well find out more reasons to this in the upcoming seasons – but it would also makes sense that he doesn’t want to, simply because he has to. He needs to prove he can take Adam down some other way.

That MELTDOWN when he loses and he can not deal with the fact that he lost control of a situation.

But on a more hilarious note . . .

His reaction to still having to deal with bodily functions after death.

He likes being admired and no one admires a slob, so eventually he did learn how to deal with the annoying tasks of brushing his teeth, and taking a shower, etc. etc. but then he died and he still has to do that kind of shit?!

And that’s where the myths that The Radio Demon never sleeps comes from because he learned how to hide those bodily demands from the rest of Hell.

He doesn’t have a bed . . . because he just passes out across his control board when he’s locked in his tower where no one can see him.

He always smells nice . . . because it’s a glamour. Although the man does enjoy bubble baths just don’t fucking tell anyone.

He loves a good rye, but no one ever sees him drunk and they think it’s because he doesn’t like the weakened state of inebriation but really . . . it’s because liquor makes everyone have to piss and he can not be seen in a public restroom. What would the papers say?!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor fanfiction #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #the radio demon

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extremelyblackandwhite · 7 months

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pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

author’s note: sorry this one is a bit short. i am worrying myself silly until tomorrow.

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and wouldn't you love to love her?

Bucky didn't know if Y/N wouldn't be back. He had decided to give her space, allow her the time off since she never had any but explaining it to Sadie was, to say the least, complicated. The two year old had decided to live up to the terrible two cliche and between refusing to go to school and kicking any time he tried to bathe her. Whenever she asked when Y/N would be back all Bucky could say was that he did not know and, honestly, that was the truth. The more the days passed by and her viva examination got closer, he was starting to believe more and more that maybe she just wasn't coming back at all. I like you just the way you are, what ever happened to Hey Y/N, would you like to go for some coffee? No, he just had to be upfront about it.

As if Sadie living up to her prophecy wasn't enough, Christopher was equally on him blabbing and wondering about Y/N. He could only tlel him so much before Chris charted a jet to Ohio and he was certain Y/N would hate that more than what he told her.

Bucky was in the middle of dealing with Sadie screaming bloody murder about the pancakes not having chocolate chips when he heard the front door close. At this point, if someone came to shoot him in the head he wouldn't mind. However, it turned out to be a much pleasant sight dressed in a professional black dress.

- Why is she crying? - Y/N drapped her coat over the chair.

- There's no chocolate chips. - Bucky sighed both of relief that Y/N was here and of tiredness.

- Sadie Barnes, you either eat your pancakes or there will be no TV, no tablet, no toys, no Etch-a-Sketch and definitely no Bluey, Disney + or any other streaming service your dad may be paying for. Your choice.

The redhead stared at Y/N before starting to eat her pancakes. That's it, Y/N was a witch. She had to be a witch. That's it. She was a witch, a very pretty witch who looked way too polished to have come out of an Ohio farm, but a witch.

- How were the cows?

- Pardon?

- Your parents. You went to see your parents right? They live in a farm in Ohio?

- Yeah. They were ok. Apparently mum has named them Rose, Sophia, Dorothy, and Blanche much to dad's dismay.

- Like the Golden Girls. - he chuckled. - So, your viva is today.

- Don't remind me. It's like walking into a slaughter house and then being denied being called a doctor. They should decapitate me, put my head on a spike, and parade me around Columbia as the massive disappointment.

- What's decapitate? - Sadie asked.

- It's the capital. - Bucky said not wanting to traumatise his two year old with the scenario Y/N had just described. - Go wash your hands and get your backpack, bug.

Sadie nodded but not before going over to hug Y/N's leg. Y/N ruffled her head before sending her along to wash her hands. Bucky got to making Y/N a plate, patting the chair next to him. She smiled at him before taking a seat and cutting a bit of the pancake. She stopped chewing, looking at him with a forced smile.

- Good?

- Buck, why are they salty? - she put a napkin in front of her mouth to spit out the pancake.

- They're not salty. - Bucky took a forkful from her plate to try it himself.

- We've had this discussion, Buck. Salt is in the black pot and sugar in the white one.

- I'm gonna be a mess when you quit. - he pushed the plate away from her. - Speaking of which, I would like if you interviewed your future replacement. I trust you to pick the right person.

- Most likely you won't need a replacement because I'm failing my viva today.

- You are not. - Bucky put his hand on her shoulder. - You are smart, Baudelaire.

- Baudelaire?

- Do the scary thing first. Get scared latter.

(...)

Bucky drove Y/N down to Columbia, ensuring she got there safe and ready for her VIVA before driving down to take Sadie to school. Y/N swallowed in empty, merely staring at the hallowed halls of a building which had many notable alumni and she was now hoping she would be one. The VIVA was intense to say less and as she came out of the room, she was sweating buckets and wanting to be as far away from the building as possible.

- Y/N! - shit. Shit, shit, shit, she'd forgotten he existed. What ever happened to men taking a hint?

- Chris. - she turned around with a fake smile. - What are you doing here?

- Anderson told me it was your VIVA today, I wanted to come see you. I haven't seen you in a while and Barnes said you were on holiday.

- I thought after our last chat you wouldn't want to talk to me, Christopher.

- It was a hurdle, Y/N. - he got closer to her. - Listen, I understand it was rough of me to attack your job like that but you have to understand it's because I care for you and that job is beneath you.

- No job is beneath anyone, Christopher. You think that silver spoon mouthed talk is gonna make me forget you basically insulted me, my boss and the child I look after?

- You have a Bachelors and a Masters, Y/N. You should be working internships, assistant positions to help you build your curriculum, not being a silver spoon mouthed man's child's babysitter.

- That's all fine when you can afford to work a non paid position, Christopher.

- I care about you, Y/N.

- But I don't love you.

- I don't expect you to love me yet, we haven't been seeing each other for too long and if we ...

- Christopher. - she interrupted him. - I love someone else. It's not gonna stop.

(...)

Y/N dragged herself home. It was now a week, a week long of worrying wether she passed or not. She guessed it was better than having to do it again, heck she hoped she wouldn't have to do it again. She opened the door and heard mumbling with all the lights being off. She moved to turn the lights on, coming face to face with a home made sign and Sadie yelling surprise.

- What is this? - she smiled, leaning down to pick Sadie up.

- You're done, it's a party. - Bucky chuckled, pointing to the sign. - We have reservations in about 3 hours. Bought an ice cream cake and Sadie made you a card.

- You shouldn't have done this.

- What? After 3 years and a half of you moaning and whining over psychology, you need a nice night out.

- You do know she'll start crying at around 10.

- That's why we have dinner reservations at 6.30 and once she's in bed, I will allow you full control of the television. How does that sound?

- I may not pass.

- You got this far. You deserve a celebration just for you.

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frodo-with-glasses · 4 months

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More Reading Thoughts: A Conspiracy Unmasked

Ohohoho here we go >:-D

Merry like “hmm, I can tell something’s fishy about this, but we’ll have to talk about it later”

The Brandybucks being described as “virtually a small independent country” is GreatTM X-D

“…as a matter of fact, [the Bucklanders] were not very different from the other hobbits of the Four Farthings. Except in one point: they were fond of boats, and some of them could swim.”

*Phil Dragash Merry voice intensifies* I LOVE BOATS Y’KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE BOATS SO MUCH I MEAN THEY’RE SO COOL AND BOATY AND THEY FLOAT

Aww, Sam’s already getting a bit homesick :-(

Gollummmm

Frodo: “I mean we already ate, but we could eat again.” Merry: “Say no more, fam”

Frodo seeing Bilbo’s things in the new house and being “sharply reminded” of him :-C Hello it is once again Crying About Frodo and Bilbo O’Clock

BATH SECTION YEAAAAAHHHH

“Which order shall we go in? Eldest first or quickest first? You’ll be last either way, Master Peregrin.” HAHAHA GETTIM FRODO

And Merry like “excuuuuse me, you should know by now that I’m better at planning and logistics than that; there are THREE tubs >8-D”

And Pippin splashing Frodo with the bath water 🤣 This whole section is so stinkin’ CUTE

I, too, cannot properly dry my hair until I am out of the steam in the bathroom. Frodo is the most relatable ever.

Merry has such dad energy 🤣 “You’d better clean up your mess, Pippin, before you get any supper!”

The squabbling over the mushrooms haha

Ooooohh The Talk is here

It honestly makes so much sense that Pippin is the one talking when Frodo refuses to. Frodo is trying to keep secrets, and Pippin has zero filter.

Also Merry reading Frodo like a book is SO GOOD

“You are miserable, because you don’t know how to say good-bye. You meant to leave the Shire, of course. But danger has come on you sooner than you expected, and now you are making up your mind to go at once. And you don’t want to. We are very sorry for you.”

THAT’S MY SMART BOI

I can’t wait to draw this part

“You do not understand! You must go—and therefore we must, too. Merry and I are coming with you. Sam is an excellent fellow, and would jump down a dragon’s throat to save you, if he did not trip over his own feet; but you will need more than one companion in your dangerous adventure.” Awww, Pippin!!

Also the foreshadowing, wow

Hahaha Merry presenting Sam like “TA-DA! Our chief spy!!”

Sam: “Gandalf did say to take someone you could trust, sir!” Frodo: “But I can’t trust anyone, apparently!” Sam: :-C

Oh oh oh it’s this part…!!

“It all depends on what you want. You can trust us to stick to you through thick and thin - to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours - closer than you can keep it yourself. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends, Frodo. Anyway: there it is. We know most of what Gandalf has told you. We know a good deal about the Ring. We are horribly afraid - but we are coming with you; or following you like hounds.”

MERRY MY LAD I LOVE YOU TO DEATH

That’s true friendship right there

Frodo like “I am NEVER trusting that you are actually asleep ever again” 🤣

“Three cheers for Captain Frodo and Company!” I’m going to melt 🥹

Merry once again being the G.O.A.T. by having the ponies prepared

“It seems to have been a very efficient conspiracy.” HECK YEAH IT WAS

I love that Fatty has barely talked through the whole chapter except to blurt “NOT THE OLD FOREST” at the very end

Merry continues to have Dad Energy by breaking up the almost-argument between Pippin and Fatty

Oooof the dream about the Sea…

#FINALLY ANOTHER CHAPTER REVIEW #bet y’all thought we’d never get out of ‘a shortcut to mushrooms’ lol #shortcuts make long delays indeed #meriadoc brandybuck #merry #samwise gamgee #frodo baggins #peregrin took #pippin #fatty bolger #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing #chapter review

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Bathe Me [Kakashi Hatake]

an: a story written for an absolute sweetheart who always encourages me with the kindest of words. This is for you, my darling @tired-teacher-blog, I hope you enjoy taking care of Kakashi.

pairing: Kakashi Hatake x female reader

warnings: talk of injuries, blood, wounded Kakashi, lots of hurt/comfort, bags of fluff with the adorable idiot, lots of kissing, love bites, soft Kakashi, unprotected sex, a lil nipple play, reader on top, creampie

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The overwhelming smell of disinfectant stung your nostrils. It made your eyes burn and it was nothing to do with the threat of tears that pulled from the depths of your anguished mind – of course not.

Your heart thundered in your ears, and you tried valiantly to at least steady your breathing, or you were going to end up in one of these damn rooms as well. You raced through the unfamiliar hallways in search of the correct room, cursing your decision not to intern here when you had the chance.

Where is it? 325, 326, 328… wait, what the fuck? Where is 327?!

Your feet skid to a halt on the tiled floor, and the squeak of your soles caught the attention of two men you only knew as brief acquaintances at best. The state of your overworked brain meant you had not seen them at all, had not noticed the looming presence of two males dressed in the familiar jonin uniforms nor the smell of blood, heavy enough to overpower the disinfectant.

A heavy hand fell to your shoulder mid-spin, trying to get your bearings and still puzzling over how a room could simply vanish? Snapping your head around; your gaze came to rest on the blood-soaked features of Asuma Sarutobi.

Instantly, you switched into work mode.

An expert eye took in the nasty gash that covered his left brow as the reason for the reddish-brown blood that smeared around his eye and down his cheek and neck. It had stopped bleeding but would need stitches to keep it from re-opening and your fingers were lifting to turn his chin when he cleared his throat loudly, enough to pull you out of your assessment.

“Y/n, I’ll be okay,” he assured with a determined nod of his head.

The dark-haired male looked over his shoulder and you followed his gaze to see Gai, leaning against the wall. The normally exuberant male was pale, and his lower lip quivered as he stared at you. His eyes were puffy and tender, not filled with their usual mirth and youthful good humour.

It was enough to cause your heart to palpitate even worse, sweat-slicked your palms as you gripped Asuma’s forest green jonin vest. You tugged at him, shaking with all the strength you possessed. It shouldn’t have been enough to make him budge but the Sarutobi swayed like a tree caught in a ferocious wind.

“Where is he?” you demanded.

Gai sniffled at the sound of your raw, broken voice and Asuma slid a hand through his hair. It was strange seeing him without a lit cigarette pressed between his lips but apparently, even he knew when it was best not to break the rules.

“In there,” he pointed back with his thumb to a door that was tucked into the corner, “but listen, we gotta talk first. He –”

You brushed him off, rounding his imposing frame with eyes fixed on the door that now you could see clearly emblazoned with 327 next to the panel of frosted glass. Before you could reach for the handle, Gai intercepted, blocking the door with a lowered shake of his head. He refused to meet your eyes, content with inspecting the depth of the highly polished floor and you bared your teeth in annoyance.

“Hey – y/n. We’re not tryin’ to keep you from him, but you need to know -”

Anger exploded through your veins, hissing like an angry cat you turned back to Asuma who had followed you the few steps to the closed door.

“Tell me what? Why can’t I just see him? You can spout your bullshit inside there,” you yelled, pointing at the room you were desperate to enter.

Asuma sighed, his shoulders slumped in defeat as he rubbed at the back of his neck. You stared him down as if you weren’t a good foot shorter and only equipped in the basic self-defence that all medical-nins were required to master.

It was Gai that spoke up.

“K-kakashi doesn’t want to stay in hospital. Says he’ll manage by himself at home. He – he told us to stop you from seeing him like this, thinks that it’ll make you think less of him. My eternal rival is truly a foolish man.”

You frowned at those words, heavy lead settling in the pit of your stomach. He doesn’t want me to see him. Thinks I’ll think less of him? Why did I fall in love with a damn idiot?

“Move, Gai. I’ll only ask you once.”

He did as he was told, even he knew that Kakashi’s demand was utter lunacy, and he thanked the heavens above that you had graced his best friend’s life when you had. Kakashi Hatake was a stubborn man, but he had met his match in you.

The air was cool inside the room, and most of the light was kept out from the shuttered blinds that lined the window. Only the low hum of the air conditioning unit could be heard as you stared at the man lying asleep in the bed. Your vision swam with tears at how small your towering man looked in the standard hospital bed.

He had the sheets pulled up and over his nose, refusing to allow the mystery of his lower face to be solved even in his injured state. Eyes closed with dark lashes resting on pale cheeks, his usually perky silver hair slumped low over his brow and a pained expression decorated what should be his handsome face, twisting his features into something upsetting.

You wiped the tears away with the back of your hand and bit down hard enough to draw blood from your lip. A hand gripped at the chart clipped to the end of his bed as you skimmed over the details; his vitals on arrival, the exact details of the injury and what treatment had been administered.

It seemed straightforward enough, a deep laceration to the right side of his abdomen from an unknown assailant. No major arteries or organs had been compromised and he had responded to the immediate healing to stop the bleeding from the physician on call.

You hadn’t known you were pacing the floor as you tried to distance yourself from the fact that you were reading the medical chart of your boyfriend, not until a warm hand grabbed at your free wrist and held you in place.

Kakashi’s steel grey right eye peered up at you from the bed, a resigned look painted his face as he let the sheet fall away. His lips were pressed into a thin line as he pulled you down to perch on the edge of the bed.

“Knew they wouldn’t be able to keep you out,” he croaked out.

It was a hard choice between throwing yourself down into his embrace or smacking the shit out of him – it was a real hard choice. You settled for a combination; your head draped against the crook of his neck whilst your palm smacked lightly against his shoulder. You grimaced at the smell that permeated from his dewy skin, there was no familiar tang of his unique scent, it had been replaced by a mixture of old sweat, blood and the lingering smell of antiseptic.

“You need a bath.”

Kakashi chuckled and it hurt your heart at how he winced from the gesture. You tried to lift yourself from his embrace but a firm hand held tight against your head. Fingers smoothed against your hair, playing with the strands as he shifted slightly until his chin rested atop your head.

“You offering to bathe me, princess?”

His tone was low and husky, the familiar pet name sent a surge of feelings to coil in your stomach, and you marvelled that he could think in such a way given how injured he was. Then again, this was Kakashi Hatake, and he had the libido of a permanently smouldering volcano. He was ready to ‘blow’ at the smallest action, given adequate opportunity and he was taking it without question – consequences be damned.

You dodged his suggestive question in favour of asking one of your own, “what’s this I hear about you not wanting to stay in hospital?”

The silver-haired patient let out a grumpy huff at being side-tracked onto more serious matters and you finally managed to detangle yourself from his grip. He eyed you cautiously as you sat in the chair by his bedside, dragged as close as it would allow, and taking the time to wipe away the stray tears that pooled from your eyes. He saw it, he didn’t miss a thing, but he pretended not to and gave you that minute of repose before you were seeking out the warmth of his fingers.

“I don’t need to be here, I’m more than capable of caring for myself at home,” he sulked, at least having the decency to look away from how childish he sounded, “I’ve had worse wounds than this and even you should know that my medical supplies are well stocked.”

“That’s all well and good, but why choose to grit your teeth and manage, when you could stay here and be taken care of? You’ll heal all the quicker if you just allowed yourself to relax,” you had hurried on at the opening of his mouth, knowing that he was going to argue until he was blue in the face.

Kakashi wiped away the fresh sheen of sweat that had beaded on his forehead, his jaw set in a stubborn line as he met your pleading gaze.

He knew you were right; you knew that he knew you were right, but he wasn’t going to roll over on this one. Hell would freeze over before he stayed any longer than he absolutely had to in a hospital.

It was more than simple dislike; it was a deep hatred – an abhorrence of a place that had brought him nothing but pain and misery in the past.

“I’m going home as soon as I have the strength to leave this bed, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.”

You huffed through your nose, the dying desire to throttle your beloved returning to the surface in record time. Kakashi was not the only one that was stubborn, you could be equally difficult when you wanted and right now you were determined that he would not win – not entirely.

“Fine,” you mused softly, “but I’ll be moving in as your care provider until I deem you fit enough to discharge you from my care. Got it?”

He stared at you, openly ogling as if you had, in fact, gone completely mad. You had spent the night at his place as many times as he had spent at yours, but it was never longer than a night or two. It was a bold move to invite yourself to stay temporarily, but Kakashi had to know how seriously you deemed his situation and his injury.

Ready for a verbal battle, you startled as one brow arched high. He licked meekly at his dry, chapped lips and wriggled his shoulders to sit a little more upright in the bed. All you could do was watch, curious as to what he was up to and instantly on guard for the worst.

“Fine,” he ground out before his voice became a heated whisper, one that you were intimately familiar with, “but only if you promise to help me bathe whenever I ask.”

He would be the death of you both…

Kakashi’s house was far nicer than your own, and it was kept in immaculate order. However, it held little in the way of homely touches that you filled your small apartment with. Very few things hung on the walls, and the units in his living area were devoid of the little trinkets that cluttered your own. No wonder your boyfriend always appeared endlessly fascinated by them whenever he visited.

You thanked Asuma and Gai for their help in getting Kakashi from the hospital and into his own bed. Asuma looked much better now that his cut was stitched up and his skin scrubbed of the remnants of blood. Even Gai was able to crack some jokes as the two men each braced either side of their friend, helping him hobble slowly towards his home.

It hadn’t taken you long to familiarise yourself with his set-up, it helped that you already knew where his bedroom, bathroom, toilet and kitchen were located. You dumped the hastily packed duffel bag in what appeared to be a spare bedroom and headed for his medical supplies.

He hadn’t lied when he said he was well-stocked, the kit he owned could rival your own and you frowned at the implication. You hated thinking about the times when Kakashi had shunned help in favour of tending his own wounds, locking himself away from any kind of human comfort.

The melancholy of these thoughts spurred your footsteps, speeding you back to the master bedroom and scrambling atop the empty half until you could curl against his uninjured side. Kakashi roused from his doze, a grumble in his throat as his head lolled to look down on you, tearful and quivering as your arms grabbed onto his bicep, hugging it close to your chest.

“What’s wrong?” he slurred.

“Nothing really,” you mumbled with your face buried deep into his shoulder once more, “I just – I hate that you spent so long dealing with your injuries all alone. Please, please don’t shut me out.”

He didn’t answer and you peeked up at his face, flushed and shiny in sweat. Sitting up quickly, your palm met his forehead and you hissed through your teeth at the intense flash of heat that radiated from him. His eyes fluttered behind their lids, and you were increasingly aware of the tension within his muscles, the short sharp spasms that were accompanying his fever.

“Shit!”

Is it just a fever? Sign of infection? Fuck, I should never have allowed him to leave the hospital so soon!

The next thirty minutes were spent in a panic-induced silence. A moist rag, cold but not too cold rested on his forehead as your chakra pulled into your hands. The sensation was comforting, this was something you did well and as the warm feeling flowed to the tips of your fingers, it became a calming sense that eased the worst of the fear from the room.

His wound, although deep and jagged was not bleeding. Nothing had popped open under the strain of the transport home and there was no smell of infection. Your chakra hovered closely against the site, prodding as gently as was possible until you were reassured there was no further immediate danger.

The fever had dipped enough to allow you to sigh in relief, standing on shaky legs as you wobbled your way into the kitchen in search of two glasses of water. Your resolution of remaining in another room for the night scattered to the wind as you stared from the doorway at the sleeping man.

Your man.

The man you loved with all your heart.

The man that deserved love as much as anyone else did – and you were going to give it all to him.

Kakashi felt like shit, worse than shit. He groaned, trying to find a comfortable position but the stab of pain in his abdomen put an end to that thought. A rag fell over his eyes which he quickly grabbed and threw across the room. He was unsure what time it was, but it had to be early from the way the warm amber sun filtered through the partially opened drapes at his window.

A soft snore echoed near his ear; his neck craned as much as was possible and the pitter-patter of his heart spoke more than mere words ever could. Curled into a tight ball, your eyes were squeezed shut and fingers clutched into the pale blue bedsheet as if it were your only lifeline in this world. It should be him that you held that tightly, selfishly, Kakashi wanted to be your anchor over all else.

Every muscle ached as his palm met your cheek, thumb stroking the soft skin and he smiled as you nuzzled against his warmth. He tried to recall the events that had transpired once they had arrived at his house, but it was a bit of a blur. Kakashi remembered you thanking Gai and Asuma after they had rather unceremoniously dumped him atop his bed, and after that, there were only mumbled words and heat – a lot of heat.

He felt and smelled disgusting and no longer could he lay here caked in grime and stale sweat. Without disturbing you, Kakashi managed to sit up with only one wince of pain. His bare feet swung to the cool hardwood floor, and he gingerly stood, swaying like the last leaf on an autumn-kissed tree, but remaining upright.

It pained him to leave you asleep, but he knew that you would protest him even being on his feet unaccompanied, and some things a man needed to do on their own.

He caught sight of the unfamiliar bag tossed on the bed in his spare room, before he could stop himself, he was lifting it by the long strap and dragging it back into his room. If you thought for even one second that you were going to sleep in another room, you had another thing coming.

Once more, his gaze softened as he stood to watch you sleep for a moment.

Kakashi had taken plenty of lovers over the years, but never one that burrowed under his skin quite like you. He was enamoured with your no-nonsense attitude, how you challenged him and refused to simply roll over at his ‘bullshit’, as you called it. You were passionate, funny and so pretty it made his teeth set on edge – as if you were the sweetest treat in the candy shop.

It was his greatest pleasure in life to turn that fierce scowl into a shy blushing mess.

You were so affected by his words that he barely had to try to get a reaction from you, so eager for whatever he fed your desires. Whispered words, affirmations of love along with the lewd thoughts that were never far from his mind – especially when he was around you – it all worked like a charm.

Your cunning man adored making you just a little nervous when he set his predatory gaze on you, he could see your ‘fight or flight’ instinct kick in and more often than not he would take chase until you were squealing and giggling in his hold. Thrown over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing, playful swats at your lovely rump and low growls just to hear your cute little noises. Kakashi lived for these moments. They gave him a reason to get up in the morning, to regain the strength he had lost through lack of use and after months of hard work, he was back to peak condition.

Those thoughts wilted as he realised he had been set back by his injury, that he would be out of action for at least a few weeks, and all the lustful memories crashed out of his head in one fell swoop. He stomped to the toilet to take care of business before heading into the attached bathing room where his walk-in shower stood.

He set the water to just below scalding, then lowered it again given the wound under his wrapped abdomen. For long minutes he debated how to go about this whilst the steam curled to the ceiling and fogged the mirror in front of him. The reflection was not a welcome one and he was glad that it quickly became obscured as he brushed his teeth.

Time to prove I am no invalid.

It wasn’t the sunlight that caused you to wake, nor was it the incessantly chirpy dawn chorus. No – it was the absence of warmth.

Scrunching your nose in annoyance, you wriggled around like a worm as you tried to force yourself back to slumber without opening your eyes. The softest of inhales pricked your ear, one eye opening to see Kakashi framed in the doorway with a white towel draped loosely around his lean hips.

He held a second smaller towel to his hair which he used to dry the wet strands and a knowing smile graced his lips as he took a further step into the room. The scent of his spicy pink peppercorn body wash permeated the air, it made your mouth salivate as you drank in his self-assured pose.

You shook your head, there was no time for admiring him, no matter how damn gorgeous he was, not when he was doing exactly what you didn’t want him to do!

“The hell are you doing out of bed by yourself? Why didn’t you wake me?”

You rose to your haunches on the bed, fisting the sheets and shaking one at the silver-haired man that dared – dared – to roll his eyes in response. He came to sit on the corner of the bed with a heavy sigh, and you could tell that the exertion of showering had taken it out of him.

“I managed just fine, didn’t I?” he quipped, throwing the small sodden towel in your enraged face.

“And what if you had collapsed in the shower dumbass? You had a raging fever less than twelve hours ago as well as a wicked wound that hasn’t had any chance to heal yet,” you thundered after throwing the wet towel over the damp silver spikes adorning his head.

One minute you were walking on your knees on the mattress, railing at your idiot of a boyfriend for being so careless, and the next you were flat on your back with a smug face inches from your own.

“Have I ever told you how sexy you are when you’re mad at me?” he purred, letting his nose run along the length of your own.

He was too close and too far away.

The kiss was sinfully slow, lips meeting as if reuniting after a great time had passed, relearning their softness and taste. Kakashi’s tongue licked into your mouth as your lips parted on a soft moan, he explored the wet cavern with a gentle dominance. He tasted like minty toothpaste, his chapped lips from the previous night replaced by dew-kissed petals that were soft yet firm against your own.

Your fingers curled around his neck, carding into the damp hair at the nape and twisting just enough for a quiet groan to rumble in the depths of his chest. Kakashi held himself up on one forearm as his free hand trailed over your shorts from yesterday.

We should stop – I should stop. Gods, why does he have to taste so good? Smell so tantalising?

Against your better judgement, you didn’t put an end to the kisses, didn’t halt him when his lips danced over your cheeks, jaw and down to your throat. You were lost in the feel of him, sucked under the waves of mutual desire with no chance of resistance.

You could feel the little love bites that littered every inch of bare skin he could reach, knew that his wandering fingers had started to unbutton your blouse to expose even more to his hungry mouth and you couldn’t find the will to care how dangerous this was.

It wasn’t until your thighs parted further, lifting to wind around his waist, that you were ripped from the chokehold of rampant lust. Kakashi winched as your leg brushed against his stomach, almost dropping atop you as his forearm shook with the exertion to keep him up.

You pushed him back with steady hands and forced him to sit up as you folded your legs into a knot with a worried expression on your face. He looked away from you, not liking that expression one little bit. It wasn’t hard to identify that you had inadvertently hurt his pride.

With kiss-swollen lips you took his head into your hands, cupping his jaw and rubbing both thumbs over his cheekbones, “I need to check you over, don’t misinterpret my stopping you.”

Kakashi continued to look toward the door but didn’t stop you from unwinding the fresh bandages he had applied after his shower. He remained silent as you pressed him back onto the bed, not even a whisper fell from his mouth as you gathered your chakra and swept the abused flesh surrounding his wound. It was looking good, in fact, it looked better than you had expected.

“Told you I could care for myself.”

You straddled his knees, planting both hands against his shoulders. The flash of carmine from the Sharingan dazzled you for a moment, that look of raw need mingled with a stubborn will not to appear weak.

Mindful of his injury, your face lowered to his just as he had done to you moments ago. Your nose rubbed against him, pressing feather-soft kisses to his cheek.

“I didn’t doubt you for a moment, but you are not alone – not anymore. Let me in, you don’t have to walk this path alone.”

His palms cupped your butt, trying to tug you further up his body and you knew what he wanted, but it would be wrong – you knew that now.

“Plus, I haven’t had a chance to bathe you yet,” you teased. With one quick peck on his nose, you stood from the bed and picked up the white bandages.

You ignored the feigned groan of pain. Kakashi pressed a palm to his face, and you knew that if he were at full strength, you would be in a world of trouble right now. However, you were the master until he recovered and what you said was law. He may look as delicious as always, but the wound on his belly and the dark shadows under his eyes were a reminder that he was not well.

“Let’s wrap you up and I’ll cook some breakfast.”

The day slipped quickly into the next.

A mixture of soft domesticity and playful bickering. He fought against the sleep that constantly tried to smother him into slumber, only succumbing to napping when you would gingerly curl next to him. Lulling him into the velvet void with your hushed voice and delicate finger that drew patterns of unknown design against his chest.

Kakashi found that he had no desire for you to ever leave his home, even after such a short time. You brightened a place that he had previously found little comfort in, and the idea of you leaving him here alone was not a welcome one.

For all his previous admissions that he could manage just fine on his own, he didn’t want to and for the first time in a long time, he found strength in leaning on someone else.

You had tried to retire to his spare bedroom that evening under the guise of letting him get proper rest, and he had pouted like a petulant child until you caved. You made him swear that he would sleep and not try anything ‘funny’, to which he had scoffed. The ideas in his mind were anything but funny, and yet he agreed to your ridiculous demand – forced to seal it with an equally ridiculous pinky promise – and he had not blushed, you couldn’t prove it!

In truth, he had not the energy to truly press the matter. Falling deeply asleep the very second after you mumbled a sleepy “goodnight” and ushered into what he hoped would be a dreamless sleep.

He was not so lucky...

Kakashi found himself in an unsettlingly familiar clearing.

Faced with an unknown shinobi with no identifying forehead protector. His face was concealed by the hood that shrouded him in darkness, even with the Sharingan he could only make out the faintest traces of a sneer and cold navy blue eyes.

He moved with a speed that was unexpected, and Kakashi followed the movement as he had done when he encountered this enemy with Asuma and Gai. However, this time he would be ready to intercept the strike that had caused his injury. Chakra pulled along his forearm and lightning prickled his palm.

In slow motion, he twisted his torso and struck out with his fist.

A sharp pain had him faltering as his left eye blacked out entirely. Kakashi stumbled as the scene changed in the blink of an eye. Where he should have stood, you were there, arms thrown wide as if shielding him from the attack. All he could do was watch as you fell to your knees and then face first into the dirt.

The world spun to black as he tried to run for you, never getting any closer as he roared your name.

Kakashi jolted awake as two tight hands shook at his shoulders, and he rolled instinctively to pull his attacker under his body. The loud shriek of surprise and fright roused him enough to blink his eyes and look down to see your timid face peering back at him.

“Princess, it’s you,” he whispered.

He roamed your features, watching them soften under his expert gaze. You squirmed for release of his tight hold but Kakashi had to be sure – had to know that you were safe and whole. He yanked at the soft cotton of your sleeping top, exposing your midsection that quivered as he ran exploratory fingers over the soft smooth skin – unmarked and perfect.

“Kashi, it’s me. I’m – I’m okay. Look at me,” you pleaded, and he should have known that you would be smart enough to realise that he had been trapped in a nightmare.

His face crumpled as he rested his weight atop your body, accepting him like only a lover could – cradled between your thighs with arms wrapped around his shoulders. You stroked at his naked back and felt the hairs raise as you did your best to soothe his fear from him.

Kakashi nuzzled against your neck, insistent lips pressed to your beating pulse and the primal noises from inside his chest sparked something equally as basic in you.

Wrapped in the dark of the night, you held the face of your beloved and listened to his most earnest plea, “Need you, y/n. Please – I just – I want to wrap myself in only you.”

You were a slowly burning match, ignited by the love and need so openly displayed. Not hidden behind a playful facade, no teasing or messing around – this was something more and it transcended simple intimacy.

A soft kiss was your answer.

Lost in the feel of the man in your arms, drowned by his taste and aroma. He was the very air that your lungs needed, the reason you greeted each morning with a smile on your face and the other half of your soul.

The pale blue sheets twisted as Kakashi let his hands roam your pliant frame, he may need you urgently but he was still going to savour the moment and enjoy your treasure of a body now stripped of clothes.

He had no desire to stop kissing you. Stealing your moans and swallowing them down hungrily, but your writhing movements spoke of how he was needed in other places.

Swipe, swipe, swipe.

Expert fingers spread through your folds, the roughened pad moving in precise time as his mouth closed around your soft nipple. The gasp in your throat spurred him on, tongue swirling the budding peak and lips rolling it gently.

You were so wet and eager, hips pressing against his hand in the hopes of just a touch more friction and Kakashi delivered – as he always did. His thumb nestled against your clit, moving gently from side to side as he knew you liked. Not more than a ghost of pressure as he slowly stoked your fires.

“Love you so much princess,” he cooed against your breasts. The wet disconnect of his lips snapped at the chains of desire, pulling taut and resonating deep in your stomach.

“Kashi – fuck – wait!”

He growled in answer, pearly white teeth nipping at your neglected nipple and almost entirely feral eyes snapped up at your face. The blazing intensity of the Sharingan never ceased to steal the breath from your lungs.

You had to use all of your strength to roll him over, flipping your positions and drawing a deep grunt from Kakashi. His mouth refused to budge from your trapped nipple, the tip tickling against the sensitive skin as he rubbed his excited erection against your slick pussy. A part of you wondered when he had even removed his pyjama pants, but the thought was banished as he deliberately caught your hood with the blunt head of his cock.

It was hard to think straight, to reassemble your mental faculties enough to remember why you had wanted to be on top. Your short nails scratched into the velvet-encased steel of his chest, catching his pretty perked-up nipples as payback for his teasing ways.

“Mm,” he groaned out and finally let his head fall back against the pillows.

“Let me love you, you deserve the world Kakashi.”

He brushed the tears from your eyes with his thumb, a ghost of a smile pressed on his lips as you gazed at him lovingly. Your heart clenched and it only heightened the points that connected you to him, thighs pressed tight against his hips, hands braced on his chest and the gentle sway of your lower lips that encased his shaft coated in your arousal.

You reached between your bodies, mindful of bearing your weight partially on your haunches, and cupped his heavy balls – rolling them slowly and enjoying the catch of breath in his throat. Dextrous fingers continued the massage until you could take it no longer, your need to unite completely overpowering your rational brain.

His cock was hard and straining in your tight fist, sliding easily from base to tip with how drenched he was in your wetness. You guided him to where you needed him most and slowly inched down. Every vein dragged against your walls, forcing you open. The whine from your pouty lips, the writhe of your hips as you stalled at only a few inches deep only tightened his hold on your waist.

Kakashi rubbed soothing circles against your soft tummy, letting you bounce on half of his length as your tight pussy unfurled like a blooming rose. Each descent was easier than the last, the stinging burn of being stretched overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of feeling him deep inside.

You blushed under his heated stare, the one that spoke of carnal thoughts but was softened by the equally pretty blush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Teeth sunk deep into your lip, embarrassed by the lewd noises that were close to escaping your throat.

Kakashi gripped your chin, pulling you down so he could kiss you soundly. It was a clash of teeth, a war of tongues that swirled and fought to come out on top, interrupted by the guttural sound as you finally – finally – came to rest flush against Kakashi’s hips.

“That’s it, princess. So tight for me. You feel me here?” he asked, pressing a hand against the slight bulge on your stomach from the angle of your body.

You writhed like a snake, hissing and whimpering through the deep kiss against your cervix. Clenching around his thick cock, catching every intimate spot with practised precision.

It was slow and intimate.

Both hot and intense – lovemaking and primal sex.

Hips faltered from their rhythmical bounce, losing tempo as fatigue set in. Kakashi kneaded at your butt, spreading the cheeks as he dug his fingers into your yielding plush flesh. He took over, fucking up into your pussy that gripped him so tightly, trying to fix him in place and milk him dry.

Your sweaty face pressed into the crook of his neck, a hand on either side of his face to keep you from pressing your weight against his torso and he cursed his injured body. His hips drove harder, making to demonstrate that he was no weakling, he could still fuck you dumb and that was his intention.

Planting his feet on the mattress, he raised his knees and pressed kisses to your cheek, “lean back princess, I gotcha.”

You were as limp as a noodle yet you managed to press your back against his thighs. You gifted him a perfect view, captured by the bright flare of the Sharingan – sweat-soaked smooth skin, breasts moist from his saliva and where his cock disappeared into your pretty pussy.

“Love you Kashi – love you so much,” you slurred.

Silver hair fell into his eyes as he fixed you with a tender smile, linking your fingers to give you the added stability from his arms. His hips snapped upwards and you yelped in surprise, head lolling back as he didn’t dare to give you even a second reprieve.

“I love you too y/n.”

Kakashi drove into you like a man possessed. His butt contracted with every stroke, tightness flooding his belly and making the wet smack of his heavy balls against your ass sound so lewd in the dark room. The precipice approached, your walls squeezing the life out of him as your keening noises reached a crescendo that only animals would be able to hear.

“Cum for me princess,” he coaxed, releasing one hand to let his thumb rub feverishly at your achingly sensitive nub. He wasn’t prepared for your orgasm to knock the breath from his lungs. You exploded like the most spectacular firework – it truly was a sight to behold.

Kakashi gritted his teeth in a desperate attempt to hold off his own release but it was too much. The vice-like grip on this pulsing dick, the heavenly sight of your blissful expression along with your panting chants of his name were too much for him to hold back.

Warm, comforting heat spread throughout your body. You were distantly aware of Kakashi’s orgasm, sensing the hot flood of milky cum that coated your walls and lowly moaning at how it tried to dribble from your still stuffed pussy.

Slowly, you returned to earth.

Grounded by your anchor that was the silver-haired honey lying beneath you. He rubbed your soft stomach, thumbs tracing your sides as he twitched in your tight hold. Each time made you jolt a little, a small giggle cooling the air that was heavy and sticky with the scent of sex.

“You know,” Kakashi purred, fixing you with his steel grey eye, “you still haven’t bathed me yet…”

He grunted as you unseated yourself, head falling to his thighs as your supple, boneless body melded into the sheets. You grinned at him from your position, watching his softening cock twitch in the thick sheen of your combined essence.

“How about an extra special kind of bath?”

The answering smile was wicked, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as you took him in a firm hold and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his sensitive cock.

“You’re so good to me. Better than I deserve. Will – will you stay?” he asked in utter reverence.

How could you even dream of saying no?

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