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#something about that man being super soft and fluffy
maplesyrupsainz · 4 months
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pairing: oscar piastri x pop star y/n reader (she/her)
genre: social media au
warnings: some sexual innuendo from the song nonsense, but generally this is so fluffy & giggly literally jus y/n fans trying to guess who she's dating tehe
summary: in which your romance is a mystery to the fans who spin their own theories out of thin air
a/n: i jus chose sabrina coz the music fit best with the request imo linked below for context:)) i fr luv oscar he seems so shy & sweet
request!!!: Can I request something for Oscar where reader is a pop star and they’re super low key and everyone thinks she’s dating a different driver until she writes an explicit song and they’re caught making out and everyone is super surprised cause they didn’t know Oscar could pull
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yourusername trying to record music for u lol
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user1 another one to add to my y/n is dating an f1 driver theory
user2 it's been at least a year nd we still dont know who y/n is dating 😭😭
oscarpiastri can i hear it first please
landonorris no mee
charles_leclerc i already heard it
yourusername blocking u all
gracieabrams record faster we're waiting!!!
yourusername 🫣it has to be the best for u
user3 she's one of us
ynupdates
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ynupdates due to overwhelming request, i am here to supply you with a post of everything we know about y/n's mysterious boyfriend! the most lowkey couple in the world, here's a list of things we know/have become widely assumed at least...:
he's an f1 driver (alleged but strongly hinted)
they have been dating for around a year (alleged)
he is a man (confirmed)
he is not american (alleged)
he has been at her shows & is very supportive (confirmed (by her))
they are the masters of soft launch pics at this point
i dont have anything else sorry idk why u guys wanted me to summarise i got nothing
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user4 it's lando norris
user5 no it's daniel ricciardo
user6 i think it might be charles leclerc
user7 u cant just name the entire grid until u get it right
user8 Y/N LIKED LOL
user9 she is definitely laughing at us
y/nupdates i am so tired y/n! free me
user10 tbh thanks for this even tho we know nothing
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y/nupdates lando norris if u dont stop cracking jokes and explain urself
yourusername omg this scared me so bad i thought u were exposing me
landonorris HAHAAAA my bad
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yourusername HAHAH HE'S GONNA THROW U OUT THE CAR WHEN HE SEES THIS
landonorris worth it for the chaos
y/nupdates IM DONE
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y/nupdates Y/N IF YOU DONT RELEASE IT DIRECTLY INTO MY INBOX
yourusername i fight with my team every single day to let me leak all my stuff to u
y/nupdates Y/N???
yourusername
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yourusername my brand new single ‘nonsense’ is yours RIGHT NOW!!! if u get it u get it if u know u know 👀 this ones for the bad Bs love you all sm thank u for being so patient with me always & making me giggle on my darkest days
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user14 THERE'S NO WAY
oscarpiastri woww
landonorris great song or whatever
user15 stay away from her!!!
user16 ok but the orange heart on the soft launch pic
user17 OK WAIT
charles_leclerc no warning at all
yourusername i am so sorry
y/nupdates who is he y/n who is he
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user18 there is so much to unpack here
danielricciardo wish i never clicked play on this
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charles_leclerc as you should be
oscarpiastri yup
yourusername cant find my chill i musta lost ittt
landonorris no one in the paddock will ever look at u guys the same ever again
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user23 NO FR SHE LOOKS WORRIED
user24 omg the dress sooo stunning
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f1wagupdates mclaren driver oscar piastri was seen out last night in his hometown of melbourne, australia with ‘nonsense’ singer y/n y/l/n. y/l/n has been rumoured to have been dating an f1 driver for a while now, coming up to a whole year, and after rumours that she was dating fellow mclaren driver lando norris, it turns out it was actually piastri all along, following pics of them making out last night. thoughts on this discovery?
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user25 WHAT THE FUCK
user26 OSCAR?? PIASTRI??
user27 ur telling me OSCAR PIASTRI has game?
user28 i don't believe it
user29 there's hope for us all if oscar piastri can pull y/n y/l/n
y/nupdates so nonsense is about oscar piastri. Huh. this changes a lot
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yourusername he's good for my heart but he's bad for business
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y/nupdates i still can't believe this is true
landonorris me neither tbh
oscarpiastri neither🫣
user34 omg parents
oscarpiastri omg
oscarpiastri omggg y/n/n
yourusername hello 🎉
user35 lol neither of them know how to navigate being public i fear
charles_leclerc congrats i guess i dont really care i've known forever
user36 not charles flexing on us
oscarpiastri
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oscarpiastri it's been 2 years btw
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user37 he was rly waiting to pull that one out the bag wasnt he
yourusername i love u showing me off
oscarpiastri get used to it
y/nupdates when i tell u i am SO glad it's not lando no offence to him...
oscarpiastri me too
yourusername me three
landonorris me four tbh
logansargeant you can probably hear me cheering from aus rn
yourusername we were wondering what that awful sound was
logansargeant ohh oscar must've left ur music on again
user38 shitt 💀
user39 so gang what do we do now that we know
user40 get a job probably
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ashessonfire · 1 year
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Hello, i have a potential kaz x reader request for you!! I, for some reason, love the idea of a very soft/domestic kaz moment with reader who isn’t involved in the crime life. So what about y/n being married to kaz and for some reason she makes her way down to the crow club (maybe someone broke into the house or something) and kaz is extreamly confused and concerned and the rest if the crows are like "andddd who are you?"
if you don't feel it, feel free to ignore!
'Intruder' - Kaz Brekker x reader
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Prompt - Kaz is a highly secretive man, even to his closest friends, but what happens when a panicked citizen rushes into the Crow Club demanding his presence? It could even suggest that he had the ability to love. - Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Civilian!Reader (Gender neautral)(married for at least a few years but not specified) - Warnings: Thief enters readers house, brief mention of fighting and injury, a knife?? Kaz just being super soft for you! <333 PART TWO NOW POSTED! (click here) - A/N: Thank you for ALL the love on the last post, and my first fic ever! I hope this does just as well and its enjoyed too. I know its not as fluffy as maybe expected but i really like how it turned out. PLEASE KEEP REQUESTING!!(some moonknight coming soon) <3333
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The chilling wind of Ketterdam rushed past your face, adding to your already watering eyes that couldn’t stop frantically searching around for further threats.
You had been enjoying a quiet morning, browsing the market, drinking tea with friends, and even finding a new hat for Kaz. All was serene, until you turned the lock in the front door, only to be confronted by a menacing figure, knife gripped in one hand, Kaz’s favourite (and most expensive) tea set in the other.
A small gasp escaped you, before your mind took control, rushing forward to land a harsh blow directly on the figure’s nose, just at the right angle like Kaz had demonstrated.
He let out a murderous scream whilst dropping the tea set onto the ground, the shattering of the pieces echoing in your heart and mind. However, this granted you enough time to grab the edge of his jacket and pull him through the doorframe, using every ounce of your strength.
He stumbled down the steps of the small apartment, loosing his footing and falling rapidly, landing brutally on the cobblestone street below and roaring in pain as a jolting crack resounded from where he landed.
Without thinking, you scrambled inside, bolted the door, and ran as fast as you possibly could out of the side entrance, internally crying as your boots struggled through the remains of your husband's most beloved item.
As you struggled through the tight alleyway, you prayed that the Stadwatch had noticed the commotion and apprehended the man. As you bolted down the poorly lit streets of the barrel, thoughts of terror began plaguing your mind.
What if Kaz hadn’t taught you to defend yourself? What if you had reacted too slowly? Would Kaz be angry with you for not finishing the job? How would ‘Dirtyhands’ react to your utter horror at one intruder?
You were abruptly ripped from your thoughts by the unmistakable image of a crow, hanging magnificently above the crowded street. Pushing your way through the crowd, you suppressed the nerves rising in your chest, threatening to choke you, as you entered the crow club for the first time.
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The unmistakable smell of alcohol and smoke clouded your senses immediately, as crowds of ‘pigeons,’ as Kaz may call them, wandered around the floor without a care for others around them.
As frightening as the previous events had been, you didn’t allow yourself to be overwhelmed by this too, shoving your violently shaking hands into your pockets to stop the visible nerves from showing.
Jesper and Wylan sat in close proximity at the bar edge, as far from the yelling and cheering of the customers as they possibly could. Your gazed locked onto the face of the tall Zemeni man, thinking back to the hundreds of times Kaz’s mask had slipped, and he had spoken fondly of his best friend.
Despite Kaz’s firm objection to verbal communication, he often fell victim to your warmth and comfort, his affections for his crew spilling into casual conversation, almost subconsciously. Of course, the Bastard of the Barrel couldn’t hold onto something as weak as friendship. However, this meant that you were very familiar with each of his ‘crows,’ despite never officially meeting any of them.
Mustering all the courage you could, you sucked in a sharp breath, preparing yourself for the challenging journey to your last hope at finding him.
You weaved your way cautiously between the rowdy groups, dodging drunken gestures and swinging arms, until you reached the pair sat at the bar, panic spreading through your body like wildfire. You made note to keep your hands firmly tucked within the safety of your jacket, in a feeble attempt to keep up a façade of confidence.
As their gazes turned towards you, you gently cleared your throat in the hopes of removing any indication of fright, and in turn, weakness from your voice.
“I’m looking for Kaz? Kaz Brekker?” you stuttered out, eyes darting around to avoid the quizzical gazes of the two men in front of you. Under different circumstances you wished to have met them when your usual air of joy blanketed not only you, but all of those who encountered you too. Yet it seemed like the Saints weren't on your side for that wish today.
You were snapped back from your thoughts, as they glanced at each other, sharing an unspoken but clear sense of bewilderment between them at your odd request. Often drunken pigeons, or rough street urchins would request to see the boss, but it wasn’t a common sight to see a regularly dressed citizen in such a state demanding an audience with Mr Brekker himself.
“I’m afraid it’s pretty difficult to get a meeting with the boss, always busy you know?” spoke the man you assumed to be Jesper, in a kind but skeptical tone, swirling the drink in his hand as he failed to decipher the reason for your visit.
Panic began to claw its way deeper into your chest, as you quickly blurted out “Please, its important, I need to see Kaz. Please bring me to see him.” The sudden outburst once again surprised the men, however Wylan’s gaze softened at the clear desperation on your features, and Jesper’s confusion morphed into something that resembled pity.
Wylan subtly leaned into Jesper, whispering “I think you should take her, she seems pretty desperate?” causing Jesper to let out a sigh before meeting your gaze yet again.
Reluctantly, Jesper stood up, stretching his limbs well, before letting out a dramatic sigh, followed by a feigned annoyance at the request, analyzing you for a moment before stating, “Let’s go see the boss then.”
He quickly turned back to you, flashing a lopsided, yet winning grin, which put to rest some of the bubbling anxiety that was becoming inescapable. As you ascended the stairs to his office, a skeptical looking woman glanced curiously up at the three of you, hopping out of her chair to trail behind you, whilst stuffing the remains of what looked like a waffle into her mouth.
Before you could inquire about the third individual following your small group, you were suddenly met with the dark oak door of Kaz Brekker’s office. Jesper shot another reassuring grin back at you, as he rapidly knocked on the office door and let himself in before an answer called out.
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The instant you saw your husband, the tears glossed over your eyes, shining with a dangerous threat of escaping. However, to your surprise, you were able to win the valiant battle for a little longer.
You knew how vital it was for your husband to keep his personal life separated from his work life; one wrong move, and you could end up in the hands of another gang, tortured in exchange for information on the Dregs. This knowledge was what kept you from barreling towards his desk without a second thought, with even the smallest slip from Jesper potentially ruining every bit of yours and Kaz’s struggle to break down his walls.
Kaz sat at his desk at the centre of the bleak room, a faint patch of light hitting his face from a glowing street lantern, casting deep shadows across his sharp features. His shoulders tensed as he remained solely focused on the blueprint in front of him, his harsh glare at the sheet almost seemed as if he was planning to murder it. Perhaps if you weren’t so shaken you may have let out a soft laugh at his pure concentration.
“What is it? I have no time for irrelevant interruption, this marksheet needs to be completed before twelve bells tonight,” A sharp voice suddenly cut through the thick silence. Jesper cleared his throat before confronting his boss, shifting his weight between each foot at the temper that Kaz was evidently displaying.
“Well, you see, I was sitting downstairs with Wylan at the bar, when all of a sudden…” Jesper started, but was cut off by a deadly look from Kaz to get to the point. As his gaze shot upwards towards the sharpshooter, he finally noticed the second figure in the room and his heart plummeted.
Why were you here?
Kaz’s mind began spinning, grasping for any logical reason as to why you were in the one of the most dangerous staves of the Barrel, requiring his assistance.
An identical panic to yours seized his chest as he inspected your state, your hair was windswept, eyes glossed over and glinting with a touch of fear, a visible shake to your arms and legs, which he had been fortunate enough to never experience until now.
You looked utterly terrified.
A single murderous look was enough for Jesper to throw his hands up in defense, and saunter quietly out of the room, glancing curiously back at the two of you as he shut the door. Jesper thought to himself that his life in the long run would be far more valuable than the price of his curiosity now.
Although Kaz is a man of few words, he seemed truly speechless, barely managing to register his own steps as he moved slowly towards you, each limp bringing his comfort closer and closer to you. Once he had reached your figure, he noticed you had curled in on yourself, hands clasped firmly together in front of you, and eyes darting rapidly around his face, searching for something, as it appeared to him.
He slowly reached towards you, and with a gloved hand, tenderly unwound your fingers from their iron grip, instead intertwining them with his own to bring you comfort and slow your light but swift breathing. Kaz remained tight-lipped, words rushing through his head, yet not formulating into any combination which he thought would be appropriate to calm you down.
He gazed intensely into your eyes, softening with each moment as he took in your shaken state, something that was rare due to his exceptional ability to keep you away from his violent life.
Until now.
Yet you had taught him not to run anymore when he encounters challenges, leading him to battle his mind later, and care for you in the present. Plus, you had the courage to make your way through the barrel in this condition, the least he could do was give you his everything.
You released a long, shaky sigh, staring only at Kaz’s chest now in order to match your breaths, imagining that your hearts were beating together too. You knew Kaz was struggling to find a grip within his thoughts, fingers twitching against your own as his body worked overtime, in a way it only did for you.
Several minutes passed in a strange silence, as the pair of you basked in each other's presence, the close distance allowing both of you to be assured the other is safe and within reach, yet the tension and anxiety still buzzed through the air.
“Someone broke in, I’m not sure who or from where. Tried to steal your favorite tea set, you know the one you brought back from Ravka once? I hit him square like you said. But it, but it boke. Shattered actually. It gave me enough time to run, but I don’t know. He may have followed or…” you suddenly burst out, the emotions flowing out of you through your words, and soon to follow were the tears.
You were cut off in your rambling however, as a feather-light kiss graced your temple, drawing you into a pool of warmth, suddenly able to feel the heat of the fire and the glow of the candles that surrounded Kaz’s office, likely gifts of yours.
Although Kaz’s voice was hardened, you knew he was holding back significantly to soothe you, building up wrath to unleash on the unfortunate man who entered your house earlier. The claws of the anxiety released their hold on you, allowing you to breathe deeply for the first time in hours.
“I’m here, darling, and you don’t need to think about that anymore,” he eventually breathed out, “I'll take care of it. I promise. I promise you,” he whispered against your forehead, again leaving the faintest outline of a kiss on the soft skin.
Whilst he was nowhere near healed, over the years you had opened up his deepest wounds and started to stitch them up, with each moment the pain easing ever so slightly. Direct touches were now common, with light pecks, or hand holding being Kaz's most favored actions.
Sometimes if you were lucky, you could get a short kiss on the lips, or a long hug through the safety of many layers; each being evident signs of his love for you, and how you were truly the only one to crack the code to the Bastard of the Barrel's heart.
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Kaz didn’t leave your side for the remainder of the night, bringing you anything you asked for, sitting the armchair closer to his desk to keep him company, hands held tightly until he deemed it safe enough to escort you home.
Wrapping you warmly with his largest coat, he gently placed his best hat atop your head, offering a small smile and breathy laugh as it tilted at an angle. Looking up to meet his gaze, you returned the grin, smile spreading to your eyes and cheeks. Kaz carefully adjusted the edges of the coat to obscure your face, being thorough in the process to avoid any identification of who was accompanying him.
As the door clicked open, and the pair stepped into the hallway, pinkies interlinked, a group of three snooping crows barreled backwards, hitting into each other and the walls. Kaz sent a deathly glare at each of them, as they stood in shock at the sight before them, Jesper gasping, Wylan gaping with fright, and Nina's smirk widening by the second.
After a series of extreme threats hurled at the group outside his office, Kaz pushed past them and dragged you with him, turning his coat collar upwards to hide the growing embarrassment colouring his face.
He crushed the feeling down, instead turning to his internal plotting to enact revenge on your behalf, inwardly smirking at the image of the man begging him for mercy as he pays for his offence in blood.
Meanwhile, Nina stood grinning to herself, proud of her newfound knowledge which she was certain she could use against Kaz at some point soon. Because from that office, she not only heard the hammering heart of the poor citizen girl, but also the one of a love-struck gang leader too.
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jobean12-blog · 1 year
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I just had the cutest fluffy Bucky thought and I love your soft fluffy stories! ❤️
The team loads into the jet but you somehow end up last in and the seats around Bucky are taken so you sit on his lap. Steve/Tony tell everyone to prepare for departure so while everyone is buckling in, you pull Bucky's metal arm around your waist. Steve/Tony tell you to find your own spot with an actual seatbelt. "You really think that flimsy piece of fabric will keep me safer than this?" Bucky is smug and smirks at everyone but inside he's melting because the thing he hates most about himself makes you feel the safest. 😭🫠🥹
Hooked On A Feeling
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 897
Summary: Bucky has always been the one who makes you feel safest and maybe, just maybe, he can start to believe it's true.
Author's Note: Hi sweets! Thank you so much for this super sweet request, I absolutely love the idea of him being readers 'seatbelt'! So cute! I hope you enjoy this and thank you for kind words! Have a lovely day! 🥰Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by sweet Daisy @firefly-graphics thank you love🥰
Warnings: soft and sweet fluff
GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @mcavoys thank you lovely💕
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“Let’s go slow poke!” Sam shouts. “We gotta get outta here.”
You trudge up the platform and into the jet, your legs sore and tired from the mission.
“I’m comin’, I’m comin’”, you grunt.
You step foot inside and have to jump forward at the sound of the hatch beginning to close. You shoot Sam a dirty but playful glare before surveying the seating situation.
There isn’t any place to sit unless you’re going to squeeze yourself uncomfortably into the corner.
With a defeated sigh your shoulder slump and just before you resign to the worst seat ever you catch Bucky’s eye. He’s staring at you, his expression soft and inviting.  
“Grab a seat!” Sam shouts your way. “We’re takin’ off.”
You plod over to Bucky and stand between his widely spread legs.
“Can I sit with you Buck?”
“Of course ya can doll,” he says, patting his thigh.
You sit yourself down and lean against his chest, the tension of the mission melting from your body.
“Find a real sit babe,” Sam grumbles. “With a seatbelt.”
You roll your eyes and mumble something incoherent but then you realize you have the best seat on the jet.
With a smirk you take Bucky’s metal hand in yours and pull his arm around your waist. He immediately tightens his hold on you and pulls you closer.
“A real seatbelt,” Sam chides.
“You think one of those seatbelts is going to be better than this?” you ask with a scoff as you run your fingers over the metal plates on Bucky’s arm. “I’m in the safest spot on the jet.”
You turn your face to Bucky and give him a sweet smile. “And the comfiest.”
He blushes under your praise and dips his head with a chuckle. “Thanks doll face.”
You rest your head along his shoulder and give his scruffy cheek a kiss.
He looks up and locks eyes with Steve who is grinning like an idiot. Bucky throws Steve a smug smile and curls his other arm around you.
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The ride back is smooth and you fall asleep in Bucky’s arms. When the jet lands everyone quickly unbuckles themselves and stands, eager to get home and rest.
You don’t stir and Sam walks over, opening his mouth to wake you.
“Don’t,” Bucky whisper shouts. “I’ve got her.”
He carefully releases his seatbelt and stands with you in his arms.
Once he’s brought you to your room and laid you on your bed he lingers in the doorway, watching your sleeping form.
“Don’t be creepy man,” Sam teases as he walks by.
“Huh?” Bucky asks, dragging is eyes away. “I’m not…I was just making… forget it.”
“You know she likes you right?” Sam says as he follows Bucky down the hall.
“Nah. She’s just a sweetheart. She likes everyone,” Bucky counters with a dismissive wave of his hand.
“She definitely is but I see the way she looks at you,” Sam continues.
Bucky is quiet for a moment before he shrugs off the comment and grabs a water bottle. “I’m gonna go shower.”
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When he’s showered and dressed he walks back to your room and gently knocks. He doesn’t hear anything so he slowly pushes the door open and sees your body still curled up on the bed.
You shift and quietly speak his name.
“Yeah, it’s me doll. You ok?”
With a languid stretch you turn toward him and smile.
“I’m good, still tired though but I’m gonna go shower. Will you hang out? I won’t be long.”
“Sure doll.”
You shuffle off to the bathroom, returning shortly after in a tank top and shorts.
Bucky is sitting on the edge of your bed, scrolling through Netflix and he looks up at the sound of your feet.
He stares.
Your skin heats but despite the feeling a shiver skims down your spine.
“Are you cold?” he asks, standing as he swallows hard. “You can have my shirt…not that you need to cover up or anything, it’s just…I don’t want you to be cold but you uh look…you look beautiful. You always do.”
His awkward rambling dissolves your nerves and you step closer.
“Thanks Buck and yes, I do want your shirt, it’s chilly.”
Taking the hem of his Henley in his hands he begins to lift it over his head, revealing the patch of skin just above his sweats and the dark trail of hair that disappears into the waistband.
His tee shirt falls back down once he pulls the Henley off and you inwardly sigh.
With delicate movements he helps you into his shirt and you wrap yourself up in it’s warmth and smell.
“What do you wanna watch?” you ask him.
“What was that?” he says after a beat of silence, his gaze full of emotion as he stares at you in his Henley.
You repeat your question and he pulls out his small notebook, showing you the movie list he’s compiled. After you pick one you get comfortable on your bed and call him over. When he lays down you shimmy closer and slide under his metal arm, laying your head on his chest and snuggling into him. 
“Thanks,” he whispers.
“For what?” you ask as you crane your neck to look at him.
“For trusting me.”
You slip your fingers through his and give them a squeeze. “I always feel safest with you.”
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sleepingelvhen · 2 months
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Imagine Sunday basking in the attention you give him. He may not be so showy, but if you are, he will accept each touch with a little cat-like smile, his eyes lidded as he watches you. Almost like he's waiting for you to do something you're not supposed to. Like...say...touching his wings, for example.
And, of course, you'd touch those little wings. So small and fluffy like his hair, tucked snug behind his ears, occasionally fluttering from the way the breeze feels against them. And just as you would brush one thumb against them, your wrist would be in his hand, and he'd be looking down at you as if he were about to scold you.
You swore you'd never seen such darkness in his gaze. He'd probably chide you for even trying, kissing your wrist as his face relaxed. But those shadows were still there.
Just rile him up a little and see how that goes. Stroke his wings and watch as he presses you against a wall and growls in your ear. Watch that calm mask he wears fall right off, and how quickly your body becomes his playground.
Imagine how slow he'd be with you. Gentle kisses down the column of your throat, fingers gentle and yet demanding as they hold you still or move you around to his desire. He'd take his time, and no amount of whining or begging will change that. You tried to take control, tried to rile him up, and he was here to show you how wrong you were.
Sunday was always in control.
Now, if you want to really rile him up, really get under his skin, then getting him jealous would be the best way to do that. Even mentioning being alone with another or being flirted with will get him a little irritated. But insinuating more?
You'll be on your hands and knees, bruises decorating every inch of skin. He'd remind you who you belong to, and damn it will everyone else in Penacony know by the end of the night.
You were his and no one else's.
Don't expect him to let you out of his sight for a while. Now you're using his shampoo and conditioner, now you're required to wear his gifts everywhere. And now, any man who approaches you suddenly finds themselves unable to dream for a while. How strange.
This won't last forever. You'll have to face his punishment for manipulating him like that, and he will make you promise to never do it again lest the punishments get worse over time.
Imagine how Sunday is in bed aside from all that. He's normally gentle aside from the possessiveness in his touches and tone of voice. Though normally quiet, his moans are soft sighs, and sometimes, if you get to take control, you can get him to whimper.
Pull his hair, kiss his throat, tease him, and whisper words of pure affection and praise, and he's putty in your hand. Sunday lives for praise, and he gives it back ten-fold.
He loves seeing you on top, his hands on your hips, guiding you and watching you with a lazy smile on his face. The perfect position to touch every part of your body and watch your face as you get closer and closer.
If you want him to be rougher, all you have to do is ask. Or grab his wings as if they're handlebars. That's how you get him to growl, to moan obscenities into your ear, and fuck you desperately. Quick thrusts, rough as he pushes you into the bed, telling you how you belong to him. Reminding you of your position.
Sunday is the master of aftercare. No matter how stressed or tired he is, you will be cared for and cleaned. He will draw a bath, clean you, and brush your hair. Honestly, it becomes a bit of a spa day.
He becomes super affectionate and lovey-dovey afterward. Holding you close, breathing in your scent, whispering his love for you, all while caressing your body with gentle massages.
It's easy to fall asleep in his arms, then, and he will kiss you as you do.
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rapunzelbro · 2 months
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Imagine being the only one to break Angel Dust’s guard.
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Hi! Hope you enjoy! I got this requested prompt! Request: Can I request soft, fluffy Angel Dust x reader headcanons?? Reader is always listening and showing that they really care about him and Angel is just so overwhelmed with affection that he can’t resist giving them the softest, sweetest looks, and overall just a shit ton of pining?
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Angel Dust really isn’t one to break his persona that he built to hide his true self but when he met you something changed
You 1000% know how he is with his sex jokes, tendencies etc but you could see right past that bullshit he was hiding
Him breaking his guard when you caught him crying in his room
“Angel? Are you okay”
“..No I’m fucking not”
You sit with him for hours listening to him talk until he calmed down fully and offered advice
He is extremely grateful that you actually listened to him. Husk listens, sure, but from you, it was different
Comes to you for advice often and spends time with you as much as he can. You don’t mind it, you enjoy when he puts his guard down and shows his true self.
You do something that is the simplest gesture and causes this man’s heart to melt.
Like when he saw you playing with Fat Nuggets? He had the most gentlest smile in admiring how kind of a soul you were.
How and why did you end up in hell?
You shower this man with gifts even if it was the smallest of things.
It definitely overwhelmed him that someone cared so much
The first time he sees you cooked him lasagna when he got back to the Hotel, he just almost cried
Correction he did cry and thanked you over and over saying his he didn’t deserve your friendship
Always sits next to you at the bar at the hotel when you’re there alone he doesn’t want you alone,
dude always has his hand on top of yours when you two are talking.
Everytime he looks at you his eyes practically turn into hearts
everyone definitely knows how he has fallen head over heels for you
You two are drunk as hell sitting in his room when he finally confesses but you already knew that by now,
You going to kiss him but him being so hesitant because of your state. But you kiss him anyways
He melts instantly into your kiss and things get heated super super quick.
Dude has a major pinning kink it’s not funny
Like even after you two are sobered up he slowly builds his confidence with being around you
Pinning your ass constantly and you having to pay the ‘toll’ with a kiss
He loves your touch
You change this man and bring peace to the hell he has been enduring all his life.
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The Obey Me! Brothers realizing that MC has really fluffy hair
This post is inspired by @diavolosbaby "MC with pattable hair" one, as she beautifully wrote it. This headcanon came back to my mind recently and I couldn't help but want to write how the brothers came about touching MC's hair for the first time. Enjoy!
Lucifer
• Funnily enough, he was the first one to notice.
• It had been on a normal day when you came to him showing your results on the newest exam, you had gotten your highest grade yet, and rushed to tell him because he had been helping you study recently.
• This old man was so proud of you, so he raised his hand to give you a headpat as he congratulated you.
• Became shocked at how fluffy your hair was and contemplated to himself if it was made of clouds or something. Why was your hair like this, and was it normal for all humans, or just you?
• It doesn't matter, he will start petting you a LOT more after that. You helped him with paperwork? Pet. You brought him coffee? Pet. He caught you watching TV on the couch while he was making his way to his office? Pet!
• He just likes ruffling people's hair ( he used to do it with his brothers when they were younger but now they've grown and don't let him do it anymore... 😔 ) and the fact that your hair is really soft is only a plus for him.
• So yeah, you'll just have to get used to Lucifer petting you at every interaction you have, sorry not sorry. It's your fault for having hair this fluffy, not his.
Beelzebub
• Our sweet boy is the second.
• He was chatting with Belphie in the kitchen when he saw Lucifer pass by you and ruffle your hair, which wasn't anything new by now.
• "Why do you think he keeps doing that?" "Dunno, maybe MC's hair is just super fluffy or something."
• Became curious, and had to check it for himself, so he immediately left the kitchen and went to find you.
• "It really is fluffy…" He muttered as his hand left your hair, making you look up at him in confusion.
• "MC, can I pet your head too from now on?"
• You're still lost, but you agree.
• Will also start petting you very casually. It's great, and honestly, his headpats may feel even better than Lucifer's.
• There is a downside though, because having this man give you constant headpats means finding food crumbles in your hair from time to time, which is not the greatest thing.
• If you complain about it, he'll look like the saddest puppy and will apologize. And from then on, he'll do his best to stop himself from touching your hair while his hands are dirty.
• He still slips up and forgets it sometimes though. Be patient with our boy, he's trying.
Belphegor
• He's the third one.
• Was cuddling with you as you slept in his bed, and kept staring at your hair remembering what Beel told him about his words being right.
• Honestly, he didn't even remember saying that ( he was half-asleep at the time, what a shock ).
• Eventually gives in and touches your hair.
• "Oh wow, it really is soft..."
• His new thing now is playing with your hair as you both cuddle to sleep.
• He doesn't touch your hair on any other occasion though, he just likes to make it a "you two alone in bed" kind of thing, it's nothing personal against you.
• Playing with your hair just comforts him so much, both you and him will be asleep in seconds, it's amazing.
• And you can play with his hair too if you like, he won't mind at all :)
Asmodeus
• Asmo was fourth, he was chatting with you on the living room couch when Lucifer came in looking like a zombie.
• "Another exhausting day at work?" He asks while looking back at Lucifer. "...Very much."
• And so Asmo watched as his brother so casually approached the couch, silently giving you a light pet on head. Just like that, a smile came to Lucifer's face and his whole mood changed.
• My man was left flabbergasted as the firstborn left the room without saying a word and you stood there as if nothing had happened.
• Was this a common occurrence???
• You notice him staring, "What?"
• "He smiled as he did that just now!"
• "...?"
• "...There's no way… what's in your hair?! Is it magic?!"
• Before you could say anything back this man's hands were already all over your hair. Why was your hair this fluffy??????
• You finally manage to stop him, looking confused af and kinda mad too.
• He apologizes and explains himself. And soon enough he's asking you all about your hair.
• Becomes even more shocked when you tell him you don't do anything special with it.
• Your hair is like this without any special product?! What has he been doing wrong?! Tell him all your secrets, he must know!!
• Likes playing with your hair from time to time, and LOOOOVES washing it and brushing it for you. It's like he's your hairdresser and you're his most special client.
• It still baffles him just how soft your hair is and he's low-key jealous.
Satan
• Fifth.
• Poor guy had to endure Asmo going on a whole rant about how amazing your hair was. Asmo even compared it to touching the softest of furs, which sounded unbelievable to him.
• The blond was intrigued, though unsure of whether he should try petting you or not.
• And then one day, you two are playing with cats outside RAD and he can't stop himself from staring.
• Eventually reached out.
• "What? Don't look at me like that." He said as a faint blush covered his cheeks, "Asmo told me your hair felt as soft as cat's fur, I had to check it for myself."
• Will do it mainly at times when he's teasing you.
• "Isn't that a little too evil?" You questioned after hearing his newest plan to torment Lucifer
• "A little too evil?" *smirk* "MC, I'm a demon. Or have you forgotten?" He looks down at you, ruffling your hair.
• You amuse him, little human, you really do.
Leviathan
• Levi is the sixth.
•  He's already aware of his brothers touching your hair and petting you at random times. He wants to do it too, but he's too shy.
• When it finally happens you two are gaming in his room, pulling gachas together when you suddenly get a character you both really like.
• My man is hyped as fuck, and pats your head without even thinking.
• Becomes a stuttering mess and apologizes profusely, rambling about how you probably don't want a yucky otaku like him touching you :(
• You assure him is completely fine but he doesn't really buy it.
• He's the one that touches your hair the least.
• There's only one specific occasion on which he will do it, and that's when you come to him to vent about something. Maybe you're stressed with one of his brothers, or sad about something else entirely.
• But he'll just pet/play with your hair as he stumbles through comforting words, his face as red as a tomato.
• Is he doing this right? Please tell him he is, he can't handle it otherwise.
• You wish he'd do it more because it's honestly really nice, but you understand his reasons for not doing it and lets him be, appreciating the rare moments when it happens.
Mammon
• He's the last one, and not even out of his brothers, out of EVERYONE.
• This man is so frustrated, what are you now? A dog??
• Why does everyone keep petting you all the time? He should be the only one to do it! Actually, he should've been the FIRST one!
• He still refuses to touch your hair though and only stands by watching everyone do it.
• Becomes grumpy as hell over the week, even Lord Diavolo ruffled your hair at some point after a meeting ended, wtf???
• And why did you let him? You shouldn't have! He curses to himself while still not having the courage to do it. 😐
• At some point you just have to bring it up with him. "Mammon, just do it."
• "...Huh?"
• "You've been staring at my hair like it's your biggest enemy for like the past 5 minutes. Just pet me already!"
• He blushes like mad, "Wh– NO, I HAVEN'T!"
• You have to put his hand on your head, seriously. And when I tell you this man is melting on spot and screaming on the inside.
• From then on, he starts doing it more casually.
• The most common occurrence is right after someone else does it. "Oi, I'm the only one allowed to pet MC! Get your dirty hands off of 'em!"
• Does anyone listen to him? No. But he keeps doing it, which is funny and also kind of adorable.
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Reading 30 Strales and omg Blade smelling like citrus sounds amazing. I've been playing for about 3 weeks and after fulling catching up on the trailblazer quests I was like dang blade kills people a lot right, he probably smells like blood 24/7 that's so gross. All this to say... reject logic, I agree that blade smells like citrus. Do you have thoughts on what any of the others would smell like?
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what the hsr men smell like
ft. blade, gepard, jing yuan, dan heng, luocha, and welt
cw!: mentions of blood, no pronouns for reader mentioned, implied relationship, cuddling, swearing, super fluffy :)
note - thank you so much for reaching out to me omg 🥺 i reject logic too so that's how the whole citrus thing came to be ajsjdk. also i know absolutely nothing about colognes/fragrances so i'm sorry if i mess some of these up ;-; hope you're having a great day/night though pookie <3
and as always, thank you for reading :)
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blade
~ as mentioned above, def smells like citrus and bergamot.
~ sometimes you can catch a little metallic-y whiff of (cough cough) def not blood (cough cough), but it never lasts for long - when he hugs you, the smell of oranges invades your senses like a light summer breeze~
~ and don't get me started on how obsessed he is w this scent. if he stays somewhere for even 1-2 days, you know he's bringing along his 3 freakin citrus-scented candles!!
~ please run your fingers thru his hair when you're hanging out or cuddling. please. he will melt from headpats and your fingers will smell like his shampoo for the rest of the day, and since you love the scent of gentle lime, why not?
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gepard
~ omg this man!! he's totally giving cashmere + hot cocoa for some reason??? he doesn't really use cologne/fragrances and prefers his natural scent, but does use cashmere and vanilla body wash + shampoo.
~ like sure, after a busy day at work or training he'll kinda smell like sweat but will immediately take a shower when he gets home. he hates being sweaty and thinks it's icky if he does for too long-
~ and when you snuggle up to him for cuddle time on a day off, you just wanna stay there forever bc his scent envelops you like a blanket on freezing winter nights <3
~ overall very comforting and warm, just like Gepard himself!! (cries in human heater vibes)
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jing yuan
~ musk + cinnamon + a little bit of spice, and def uses cologne.
~ actually wants to smell nice and puts in the effort!! changes his sheets, washes his clothes, showers every day (but washes his hair every 3 days or so bc haircare)
~ speaking of haircare, this man's big on it. most of his haircare products smell like the aforementioned musk and cinnamon, but he uses this one cream that smells like cloves and you freakin adore it. sometimes you borrow it so that whenever you're going out and he's busy with his big boy general duties, it feels like he's with u <3
~ and ughhhh his bedroom smells like him so whenever you guys have le cuddle time you fall asleep almost immediately. ofc he eventually does too (bc he loves how u smell too pookie, don't tell him i said that though he would kill me aksjskd) and you're so warm and soft and how could he not fall asleep??
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dan heng
~ very ocean-y (salty?), small hints of eucalyptus and cypress as well. when he uses cologne he uses very, very little, but he actually has 2 separate colognes, one for the ocean-y cypress, and the other for the eucalyptus
~ i feel like this is kinda a bold statement but he uses bath bombs. like he gets a bath bomb that smells like mint, gets in the bathtub w it, and glides his thumbs over its surface bc he likes the texture-
~ he might not be the cleanest man in the universe, but he sure does smell like it!! something about eucalyptus and cypress and mint and a hint of ocean breeze is chillingly refreshing and tbh you kinda dig it :D
~ mornings w dan heng. omfg they are ethereal bc he literally smells angelic??? like a gentle freshness yk and the pillows smell like him too so lazy mornings are def a thing that you guys love sharing <3
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luocha
~ oooo he's kinda a wild card imo, but personally, i think that he smells like jasmine + honey (not just bc of his idle + technique!! pinky promise)
~ he lowkey smells a little like freshly-cut grass, very light n refreshing. however, jasmine takes center stage, and if you really bury your face in his long-ass hair, you can catch a whiff of chamomile :))
~ super big on herbal teas and honey as well - i hc that he brings a water bottle w him that's just green tea n honey so when you're close to his face (cuddling, hugging, etc) the honey adds this sweetness that blends super well w the aforementioned chamomile + jasmine <3
~ like jing yuan, super involved in haircare!! he does use less products, but you still freakin adore this chamomile shampoo that he uses. avid believer in aromatherapy, prob uses essential oils (not for curing cancer ofc)
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welt
~ coffee and amberwood!! both are deep and rich scents and he probably uses cologne in very small amounts aksjdks
~ coffee addict and the scent faintly lingers, so the amberwood is really more prominent, but overall i promise he doesn't smell like dust or smth, he's not that old he takes good care of himself :))
~ burns incense in his room bc it helps him relax and concentrate on his drawings, so he does have a little resin smell to him, but you don't mind bc it's actually quite comforting. he once almost caused a fire bc he dropped a lit match onto the carpet but we don't talk about that-
~ loves to hug you so whenever he does, you always feel so cozy and loved and aaaaa ya'll are so cute i can't <3 and since he's pretty tall he sometimes rests his head on top of yours and hugs you from behind like that and you melt immediately bc it's like a blanket!! but smells super nice!!
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ARE YOU TAKING REQUESTS FOR HOTCH????? I-OH MY please write super fluffy domestic vibes with hotch? Just the reader being super tired late at night waiting for him and still taking care of him when he gets home? Like taking his coat and shoes off and offering him a hot bath?
Maybe he just can't help but melt and get all soft around her?
You can ignore this if you wish to! Dw! Love your writing<3
thank you for your request!! hotch x tired fem!reader
Your head feels cloudy and heavy as a bowling ball when you hear the apartment door creak open. You lift your head, your neck protesting its soreness, and wipe the little line of dribble from your chin as Aaron turns the gentle corner into the lounge. 
"You're still up," he says. 
"Can't let my man come home to nothing," you say, or try to say, rubbing your eyes as you stand on wobbly footing. 
He swoops in for a hug. You love this part of being with him. You'd thought it was the drunkenness of a new relationship at first, but it never went away. When it's you and him alone, Aaron adores you unapologetically. 
"You're so tired," he says, his voice tipping gently into teasing. 
"I'm not," you argue. 
He doesn't believe you, clearly, a light behind his eyes that says, Yeah, right. You don't need him to believe you to take care of him, unfortunately for him. You lean back in the circle of his arms and give his neck a light, loving scratch, fingertips curving down his throat to the snug collar of his t-shirt. You work your way into his perfectly knotted tie and ease it loose. 
His hand does some unworking all its own, kneading into the rigid line of your aching back with care. "You're tense," he says. 
"I'm a bit sore," you admit. 
"Sleeping sitting up does that to you." Profiler. 
"Stop, stop cheating," you say, pulling the tie from his neck and laying it over your shoulder. "I hate this button. I don't know how you get it undone without me, it's always snug." 
"Good thing you're here to do it for me," he says. Trust him to guard his secrets. 
You pop his first button, then his second, and rub the red indent the starched collar has pressed into his neck with over-exaggerated concern. 
"You might be better at pretending than I am, but I can still tell when you're tired, Hotchner." 
He tightens his hold around your waist. "What did we say about Hotchner?" he asks, his voice rough and warm at once. He sounds as though he could tip into salaciousness if you only did it first. 
"I don't remember," you say. 
"I'm sure you don't." 
He grabs your cheek. Grab is too cruel a word, but cup is too soft. He takes your face into his hand, the breadth of his palm drowning your face, warm and solid and breathtakingly tender as he turns your face and leans in. He kisses the corner of your mouth.
Your breath catches as he kisses lower. His lips trail to your jaw, just under it, the skin beneath your ear. 
"I made you dinner," you say, pulling him back carefully, your hand in his hair. He doesn't fight it. "I know you're hungry." 
"I'm trying to seduce you," he says, clear entertainment in his tone. You love this Aaron most of all, much better than his dominant work personality, or his quieter seductions. Playful, loving Aaron is his sweetest mode. 
"I know, and I'm trying to make sure you don't keel over and die before you reach fifty." 
"That won't happen. You're keeping me young." 
"Oh, really?" You squeeze his bicep. "How am I doing that?" 
"I'd tell you, but I don't think you're in the mood," he says, still playful. 
He really does sound younger when he's with you. You've heard him sometimes down the phone giving orders or correcting his colleagues, and it's different to this. He lives for his job, but he's happier when he's with you. It's not something you take lightly. 
"I could be in the mood," you say. 
He chuckles and kisses your cheek. "Not tonight. You're falling asleep on your feet, and I'm not far behind you." 
"You'll eat dinner though, won't you?" 
"If you eat with me." 
Aaron absolutely won't let you take his shoes off, which is a disappointment but unsurprising. He does, however, allow you to flit around him at the kitchen table, warming his plate and pouring him a small glass of scotch. By some miracle he eats all of it, and only drinks a sip of the scotch by another. He trades his short glass for a bottle of water, and his dark suit for freshly washed pyjamas, trailing after you in the dimly lit hallway to your shared bedroom with his fingers woven in yours obligingly. 
You wonder if he'd let you brush his teeth for him. Weirdly, you know if you asked him to, he'd brush your teeth for you. You can imagine it, your chin pinched in one hand as he looks down at you, his other guiding gentle circles. You file the daydream away for another night and get through this one easily enough, you and Aaron hip to hip, his elbow on your shoulder.
Aaron lifts his hand, drawing a circle around your ear absentmindedly. After what seems to be an internal debate, he takes your ear lobe between his index and middle fingertips and gives it a soft tug. 
You glare at him, toothbrush between your lips, toothpaste foaming at the corners of your mouth. His returning grin makes you feel like the prettiest girl on Earth. 
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Safe and Sound
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Summary: Reader comforts Spencer after she unknowingly does something to trigger some unhappy memories of his.
Prompt: Spencer Reid going through a panic attack because of Cat Adams. He asks Reader to stop calling him "Spencie".
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader
Category: Angst (Happy Ending)/Smut/Fluff
Content Warning: descriptions of a mild panic attack, light allusions to Cat Adams/Prison, pre-established relationship, fluffy, loving smut, he's just super passionate and loves Reader, hickies, slight nipple play, female masturbation, oral sex (f!recieving), unprotected penetrative sex
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Spencer Reid felt like a cliche in all the best ways possible. From the way he took you on candlelit dinners on your birthday, to how he always found a way to wrestle a bouquet into your apartment right as the last one he’d given you before began to wither, you’d grown entirely fond of the man you’d met 6 months ago. A man you met possibly in the most horrifically cliche fashion.
You’d ordered a drink at a local coffee house, standing in front of the counter patiently, rocking on the backs of your heels as you waited for your drink to be called out so you could head onto work. Then came him. 
He was impossible to not notice. He was out of breath, and his leather satchel moved with him as he made a beeline to the counter you were standing at, long legs carrying him across the room swiftly as he grabbed a drink right as the barista put it down. Your eyes widened as you realized the drink he’d grabbed was actually your own, and you quickly put up your hands to warn the man before- 
His face scrunched up adorably as he swallowed the drink, and he looked physically pained, and upon looking at your bewildered expression, he grew sheepish. 
“That.. wasn’t my drink was it?” He said, slowly, putting the cup down. 
You try to play it off, taking the drink back and biting your lip a little at the antics of the man. “Unless you like straight black coffee, then no. Not your drink.” You say, letting a small laugh escape your lips. 
It was only then you got a good look at the man, and it wasn’t hard to not like what was in front of you. He had sweet doe eyes, and a mess of brown curls atop his head. His cheekbones were sharp, and yet there was a quality of softness to him, one that made your chest bloom with attraction and want. 
“I can pay for your replacement.” He offered, but you shook your head, offering a sincere smile. 
“Don’t even worry about it.” You take a sip from the drink where his lips had already touched and watch a rosy tint encapsulate his cheeks, and you internally smile at the thought that he too, could be attracted to you. 
“I actually really have to get going to work, but um-” You thought about how you could prolong your conversation with the man, find a way to look into those gorgeous eyes of his, to feel those plump pink lips against yours, until a name was called out by the barista beside you. 
“Spencer Reid?” And the sound of a coffee cup being placed on the counter could be heard. 
He grabbed the drink, and you took a second to notice his long, slender fingers grabbing the sleeve of the drink. You felt a blush rise to your face as you realized there was a way you could play the situation. 
“Hand me your cup.” You say, grinning a bit and reaching your hand out.
 Maybe it was corny. Maybe it was totally childish, but considering how goddamn cute the guy was, you weren’t about to let him go. 
He furrowed his brows a bit. “Are you going to drink from it to get me back or something?” He said, tilting his head as he subconsciously moved the drink out of your reach. 
You laugh, shaking your head. “No, silly. Just trust me.” You say, and the words seem to have a spell on him as he slowly hands you the coffee cup. 
You quickly take out a pen you’d been carrying on you and scribble the ten digits of your phone number, signing off with your name and a small heart next to it. You bite your lip as you hand the disposable cup back to him, watching as his confused expression turned to one of curiosity as he read what you’d written. 
“I’d love to take you up on that coffee some other time, if that’s alright?" You say, a bit bolder than you normally would have been, but for him? You were willing to embarrass yourself even the slightest bit at the off chance to spend more time with him. 
A flush of red spread across his face as he smiled at the cup, then you. 
“I’ll call you?” Spencer says, a small grin on his face. 
“It’s a date.” You say, mirroring his expression. You check your watch and realize you are beyond late for work at this point. “I really have to go but- I’ll see you around, Spencer!” You say, remembering the name from his coffee cup. 
“You too.” He says, and you leave the coffee shop, heart pounding with excitement and the butterflies that came with an act like that. 
He wasted no time calling you, actually dialing your number that same day and setting up a place and time for the two of you to meet. First dates were always such a hassle, but Spencer made them so easy. Talking to the man had been the most uncomplicated thing you’d ever done in your life.
 You found yourself willingly divulging details of your life as he gave you his. He was an FBI agent. His mother, Diana, was currently at a treatment facility in DC. He says she would like you, and you find yourself falling helplessly for him. He’s earnest and kind. And when he asks you if you’d like to be a more permanent item, you don’t hesitate whatsoever in agreeing. 
If dating Spencer Reid was nice, being his girlfriend was even nicer. Moving in with him was possibly the nicest, and in a short amount of time you’d grown used to the domestic bliss and routine living with him provided. 
He’d already told you the schedule he was on, in which he’d work a hundred days in the field and then be back in DC to teach a seminary class for thirty days, and you had no problem with it. You were also working full-time, albeit not the insane hours the FBI put him to- but still. You had no trouble coming home to an empty apartment, knowing that soon enough, your boyfriend would be back in your arms. 
When he was at home, it was perfect. He’d grade papers on the couch, some documentary droning on in the background. You’d read or use your phone on the opposite side of the couch, occasionally letting your eyes drift to his focused figure. He’d roll his pen between his fingers, sometimes placing it in between his lips as he thought about the next comment to jot down on the paper, or tapping the writing utensil against the side of his cheek with a distant look on his face. 
You’d smile to yourself before crawling over, slowly removing the papers from his lap and settling yourself in their place instead. He'd greet you with his hands on your hips, and soon enough, his lips would begin trailing soft kisses along the column of your neck before eventually fucking you right into the couch, having you moan out his name as his perfect cock drove you to your climax. 
Needless to say, it was absolutely divine dating Spencer. 
Which is why today, things seemed off. He was distant, retreating into himself all day. He shied away from your touch, when normally he’d lean into it. You would generally share some banter in the kitchen, Spencer oftentimes stealing languid kisses from you as you both made dinner, but this time around he seemed sullen, keeping his head down and eyes away from yours as he cooked with you.
You had no idea what had happened. 
Things had been normal just a day prior. 
You decided to take a little initiative, biting your lips a bit nervously as you came up behind him, wrapping your arms tentatively around his waist, which he responded to by lifting up his arms so you could lean against his back. 
“Mm. Something wrong?” You murmur, taking in the scent of his cologne and the feel of his cardigan that he’d occasionally sport around your shared apartment. It was soft, and provided the perfect padding for you to rest your head against as you hugged him from behind. 
“No, nothing’s wrong.” He replied, almost curtly. His voice was steady, but the tensing of his shoulders revealed that a lie had been uttered through his lips, and you instantly caught onto it. You may have not been a profiler like he was, but your shared time together had allowed you to find ways to read him, ways that revealed something was truly bothering him in that moment.
“Spence.” You say, hugging him a little tighter. “Come on.” You slowly turn him around, as to get a better look at his face, watching him carefully. 
“Did something happen- are.. are you mad at me?” You find yourself asking. It was almost like whiplash, watching your normally sweet and loving boyfriend withdraw like this, and you couldn’t help but worry some part of it was your fault. 
He immediately sensed your insecurity and brought his hands to your shoulders rubbing them soothingly. 
“Oh, baby.” He said, in a low tone. “Please don’t worry about it like that. It’s just.. work okay?” He says, hesitation in his lips as he said “work”. You narrow your eyes a little and continue to look into his eyes, trying to sense any deceivement on his part. 
“Just work? You promise?” You ask, looking up at him. You offered a gentle expression, one that conveyed the enormity of trust and love you’d placed in the man, and hoped the expression was mirrored in him as well. 
He nodded and moved to plant a sweet, chaste kiss on your lips. “I promise.” 
You return the kiss, smiling softly as you place your forehead against his, looking into his hazel eyes. You felt so safe with him, so comforted, and you genuinely loved him so much for that. 
“I love you, Spencie.” You murmur, moving in for another kiss but before your lips can meet his again, he instantly moves you away from him, nearly jumping back and moving himself towards the bedroom, effectively halting the intimate moment you’d been having. 
You watched as he went to your shared bedroom, closing the door behind him. Your eyes were wide, unsure what had even just happened. One moment you’d been kissing, and the next he was running away like he was revolted by just the thought of being near you? 
You tried to replay the action. You’d said “I love you” before, so that wasn’t it. Spencer wasn’t scared of physical intimacy. He’d shown that as much from how much he enjoyed touching you, having a need to have you close to him in public, always holding onto your hand or waist in enclosed spaces. You bit your lip, trying to regain your thoughts as you realize the only way you’d know what exactly had gone wrong would be to ask Spencer himself. You give yourself a few minutes to pace, before walking slowly to where he’d boarded himself up. 
You knock on the door once, your hand already on the knob. “Spencer, I’m coming in.” You don’t hear an answer, and start to feel your pulse speed up. “Spencer? Please? Answer me?” 
Still nothing. 
In the end, you twist the doorknob, finding your boyfriend curled up on your bed, breathing a little heavier than normal as tear stains streaked his cheeks, and you find yourself instantly heartbroken by the sight. 
It no longer matters what was wrong- you just desperately didn’t want him to feel this way. You join him on the bed promptly, your hands going to his hair, trying to soothe him the way he usually liked. 
“Spence? Spencer, baby.” You say, softly. 
Despite how he’d usually tower over you, right now he looked impossibly small and vulnerable, a look of absolute fear and panic plastered over his face. “Shh. I’m right here, alright?” 
He clung onto you, hands abruptly wrapping around your waist as he buried himself into your chest. “I’m sorry.” He said, his voice quiet and small. “I just.” He took a deep breath, and the grip around the fabric of your shirt didn’t let up in the slightest. 
You didn’t say anything, only stroking his hair and placing soft kisses on the top of his head. You had no idea what had happened. He had nightmares, yes, but this was different from those. You weren’t sure why this had happened in the first place. 
His soft voice broke your thoughts. “Please.. please don’t call me ‘Spencie’ again.” He murmurs, a small sniffle being heard from where he was against you. 
You complied straight away, nodding. Things started to click for you when you realized you’d let the nickname slip from your mouth the previous day as a sign of affection. You were quickly realizing the action had the opposite effect.  “Yeah, yeah. Of course.” You say, looking down at him with concern, even if he wasn’t looking at you. “I won’t, I promise.” 
He takes a breath and adjusts himself, wiping his eyes and looking at you now. “I don’t really- talk about these past few years with you.” He says, softly. “And honestly? I still don’t want to.” He admits, his eyes looking downward with shame. 
You shook your head as soon as the words were uttered from his mouth. “Spence- you don’t have to. I.. I like you even if you don’t talk about things. I just want to be here for you, yeah?” You say, trying to convey just how much you loved and cared for him. How badly you wanted to make sure he felt just as secure as he made you feel. 
He pauses and nods, but sighs. “I don’t want to get into the whole of it- but a few years ago there was this .. woman.” Spencer says, still looking away. “She really, really got into my head and managed to hurt me in more ways than one.” He looks down and tears start to fill his eyes again. “I don’t really know if I’ll ever be the same again. If I’ll ever be good again.” He murmurs. 
Your heart instantaneously shatters with his words as you try to pull him close again. “Hey, hey.” You say, cupping his face. “Don’t say that, love.” Your eyes dart, trying to find the words. “You are- one of, if not the bravest, kindest, loveliest men I’ve ever met.” 
He smiles weakly at the words but they don’t seem to take root in his heart. “You don’t know half of the things I’ve done.” He says, his eyes filled with sorrow and you shake your head. 
“I don’t need to, and I never will.” You say, softly. “I know you, alright? In all the ways that matter.” You pause, not wanting to say the wrong thing but still wanting to convey just how much he meant to you. “If- if this is you after, after every single bad and terrible thing that’s happened to you- God, Spencer.” You smile softly at him, tracing the nape of his neck gently. “You’re so good, okay?” You whisper. “The best.” 
He tears up at that, moving to bury himself in your neck this time and you can feel him inhaling your scent, melting into your touch. You hear him whisper again. “The woman.” He mutters. “She used to call me ‘Spencie' to mess with me. That’s why I freaked out. I’m sorry.” 
“Don’t apologize.” You say, rubbing soft, soothing circles into his back. “She sounds awful, from what you’ve said. I’m sorry I did something that reminded you of her, even if it wasn’t intentional.” You say, kissing the top of his head once more, trying to offer reassurances and love in any small way you could. Anything to make him feel safe. 
“It’s okay.” He murmurs, and he moves to kiss your lips, softly. “I love you.” He says, his lips brushing against yours. 
You kiss him back, finding your hand going to his cheek now, nodding. “I love you too.”
He starts to kiss you a bit more vigorously and you sense his need for intimacy, for something to remind him of how close the two of you are and you respond readily, moving your lips over his as he positions himself in a way that straddles your hips, your body under his now. You want him to feel protected. To feel known, even if he couldn't talk about his past. To tell him that regardless of what he said or didn't- you'd love him. That he was your home and you were his.
He pulls back and attaches to your neck, leaving wet and hot kisses in his wake. 
“I love you.” He murmurs against your skin, lips brushing against the sensitive surface of your throat. 
“I love you.” He starts to suck softly along your jugular, making you shudder with pleasure. 
“I love you.” His tongue traces the outline of the mark he’d made, sure to bruise by tomorrow. 
“I love you too.” You breathlessly whimper, as his lips start to trail down lower and lower. He begins to undo your shirt, as to gain more access to your skin and you allow him, shrugging off the fabric as fast as you can. Your hands move to remove your bra and he's on you swiftly, tongue swirling around your nipple in a way that causes your back to arch into him. 
You can feel the way he grins when he feels it, and he continues, before moving onto your neglected breast. Your eyes have fluttered shut from the immense pleasure you’re feeling right now, and you relax into how good he makes you feel. How right this is. How safe you both are with each other. 
He moves down further, quickly undoing your pants and underwear in a clean swoop, and with little warning he dives into your wet folds, lapping up an embarrassing amount of wetness that had accumulated with so little of his touch.  
His tongue eventually begins to flick against your clit, darting to drive you to the precipice of pleasure you’d been feeling throughout this entire tryst. His fingers plunge into you as well, delivering a satisfying stretch that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. The combination of his long, slender digits buried inside your heat and the constant prodding of his tongue has you quickly unraveling, your toes curling as you release right on his tongue, which he eagerly drinks in. 
When you recover from your orgasm, you watch him, his chin glistening in your arousal, and it is just so fucking hot. You move to return the favor, but he shakes his head. 
“I want- I want to feel close to you.” He breathlessly explains. “Can I?” 
You understand, quickly lying back so he can reposition himself above you. You watch him undo his belt slowly, pulling his cock out from the confines of his briefs before passing the tip through your wet folds. 
“God, you’re so good.” He whispers, and you feel a soft smile grace your face before he pushes into you, slowly filling you, inch by inch. 
He moves with purpose, driving into a spot that has you clutching the bedsheets and moaning his name. He whispers sweet nothings as he pounds into you. He treats you like you’re made of glass, like he never wants to lose you, like his life depends on making this as good as possible for you. 
You want to do the same for him. You arch your back to take more of him, and he moans at the feeling of your cunt clenching around him. 
“Fuck- I’m not gonna last.” He pants into the crook of your neck. You can feel his thrusts getting less rhythmic and you knot your hands in his hair, nodding. 
“Me neither.” You moan, feeling your second orgasm rapidly approaching, your eyes screwing shut once more. 
He removes himself from your neck and uses his fingers to rub tight, slow circles around your clit and it’s enough to make you tip your head back and climax, the spasms of your cunt being enough to elicit the same reaction from him, his warmth spilling into your deepest point. 
He pulls out and kisses you all over. Your face, your neck, your cheek, your lips. It’s as if the sex wasn’t enough, that no action could convey the enormity of his desire and trust when it came to you. 
You grab his face as he moves to kiss you one more time, and he looks confused as to why you stopped him, tilting his head. 
“I love you, okay?” You whisper, before he can say anything, looking up at him with a loving gaze, losing yourself in his own eyes that shined with the same affection you felt for him. 
“I love you too.” He whispers. “I don’t deserve you.” He says, softly. “You make me feel so safe- and wanted and. I don’t know how I can thank you for that.” 
“You wanna know a secret?” You murmur, softly. 
He nods, and you lean up to plant a sweet kiss on his cheek. “You make me feel the exact same way.”
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hello!! tried my hand at writing something just a tad more angsty and sad for @tobias-hankel 's whump challenge! hope you guys liked it. thank you so much for all your support whether its likes or reblogs or comments, i'm grateful for all of it!! ty ty ty
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viaoverthemoon · 9 months
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I have a small request here too✋ I was thinking about Leon (damnation maybe) x fem!reader with reader being his daughter's kindergarten teacher, and the little one falls in love with her and wants to spend more time with reader, and Leon he finds himself forced to accept this, so he falls in love with the reader. It can be with smut at the end or just something romantic, it doesn't matter.
I hope I explained it ok, I've had this idea in my head for some time but I don't know how to express it 😂❤️❤️
Oooo this sounds so cute stawpppp.
Since I have another fic in the works that's drenched in smut, I'll keep this one fluffy. ;)
Damnation!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader
Summary: You're a kindergarten teacher for Leon Kennedy's daughter and she wants to keep you forever!
Tw: Fluff, Mention of deceased relative, Mention of past miscarriage
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!
Enjoy! <3
To Belong
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"Congratulations, Arabella! It looks like you're our student of the week!"
You gently place the pin on Arabella's shirt, smiling widely at her proud expression.
Being a kindergarten teacher definitely has its downs. But also has its ups as well. One of those ups being the honor of teaching these innocent children. Every day is something new, a new experience that makes you realize the importance of raising the next generation.
Arabella turns towards you, smiling so wide her cheeks must hurt. She grabs onto your leg. "Thank you, Miss (L/N)! This means so much to me!"
You smile down at her, proud of her for using the feelings lesson you'd taught her, and crouch to her level to give her a hug. "You're welcome, Arabella! I'm so proud of you. Thank you for being such a kind student!"
She seems to take your praise very seriously, being super kind to her classmates and staying by you side, asking if you need help or service in any kind of way.
At the end of the day when everyone has left, you sit alone at your desk.
Whilst flipping from one graded paper to another, the door to your classroom creaks open.
You raise your head just in time to see Arabella run into the room, screaming with her arms in the air. "MISS (L/N)!!!!"
You laugh as she runs around your desk and hugs you, babbling nonsense excitedly. "Oh my goodness! Back so soon, Arabella?"
She gives a hyper nod. "Yes!"
"'Yes ma'am', Bella."
Your eyes snap up, locking with a pair of bright blues.
You look at him, surprised.
The man held a strong resemblance to Arabella, minus the straight blonde hair Arabella carried. They shared blue eyes and a soft face. If anything, his rough exterior yet light features suited him. Gave him a mysterious and alluring air that draws people to him, searching to learn more about him.
"Oh- yes ma'am- Daddy look, look! This is the nice teacher I was telling you about!"
You rise from your chair and hold out a hand with a smile. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Kennedy."
He shakes your hand and offers a nod. "Pleasure to meet you too, Miss (L/N). As you can see, I've heard quite a lot about you."
He gives his daughter a pointed look that makes you laugh. You gesture to the seat across from your desk, offering him a seat as you settle back into your chair. "I assume there's a reason you're here that I could help you with?"
Mr. Kennedy sits in the chair, seemingly tired as he falls into the seat and instinctively spreads his legs.
You try your hardest not to acknowledge the action, but your eyes fail you, flickering down his frame for half a second before returning to his face.
You instantly regret your mistake when he smirks at you, straightening up just a bit and resting his arms on his legs. "Actually, I was hoping to discuss what Arabella's behaviors are like while she's at school, as well as how she's learning." He pauses. "I mean, obviously if she's getting student of the month for the 2nd time, she's doing pretty good."
He smiles and playfully ruffles Arabella's hair, earning a laugh from the 5-year-old. "But still. It would be nice to hear from her teacher, not her."
You clear your throat and nod, turning away to escape the burn of his gaze and pulling out a folder labeled A.K., Arabella Kennedy's character chart.
"Of course, I understand. Let's start with how she handles assignments."
After about 45 minutes of talking, Leon seems satisfied with his daughter's school life and begins to pack up his things to leave. But Arabella becomes upset, running to you and refusing to let go of your leg.
"No! I'm not ready to say bye to Miss (L/N) yet!"
She throws the standard child tantrum, small tears streaming down her reddened puffed out cheeks as you gently try to coax her into letting go.
"Arabella... Don't be upset. You'll see me again on Monday-"
But she's relentless, shaking her head and kicking away Mr. Kennedy's hands as he tries to reach for her.
Eventually, he sighs and looks at you embarrassingly. "I'm so sorry Miss (L/N). She's hardly ever like this."
Seeing as this is something you deal with all the time, you just shake your head, offering a small smile. "Don't worry about it. I'm used to this behavior... I'm about to leave for the day. If you guys want, we could go out for a quick dinner? This way, we won't have to part so soon."
This gets the crying 5-year-old to quiet down almost immediately. She looks up from your leg, tears and snot smeared all over your pant leg. "Really? Can we?"
You look up at Mr. Kennedy, raising a brow for conformation. And, seeing as there was no way around it, he gives in.
And from that moment forward, you and the Kennedy family became quite close.
You shared a few dinners and spent time together at amusement parks and entertainment events, eventually becoming so close that you'd even watch Arabella when Leon had to leave for reasons of his job.
You listen to his stories, and he listens to yours.
He shares how he and Arabella have no one else to depend on. Her mother, although she and Leon didn't have a good relationship, had died during childbirth. And how he'd lost his own parents long ago, growing up an orphan and not having much.
And you share only having your parents. You could have had a little one yourself, but unfortunately grieved a harsh miscarriage and the father of the child leaving soon after didn't help.
You both end up having more in common than you'd originally thought.
And now, you share more than just experiences and memories. Now, you share shy looks and ghostly touches.
Somedays his hand will graze yours and you both will avoid each other's gaze, ignoring the sudden spark that comes when you make contact.
That is until, one night Leon returns from a particularly long job to find you curled up on his living room couch with a book in hand, reading glasses perched on the bridge of your nose.
"Hey, sorry for the long night. Never meant to be gone that long." He shrugs off his leather jacket and throws it over the arm of his second couch.
You eye his fatigued figure for a moment before removing your glasses and putting down your book. "No, it's alright. You know I don't mind, Leon."
Sitting up, you pat the spot next to you on the couch, offering him a seat. "Arabella's upstairs asleep in her room..." He gives a soft grunt and falls on the couch, rubbing the back of his neck while nodding and muttering a 'Good. Thank you.'
Eyes skillfully assessing his behavior, you decide to ask him the question that's been on your mind. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
He glances at you through his peripheral but instantly looks away. "Yes. I'm fine. You can go now."
In all honesty, the way he suggested you leaving hurt your feelings. But you didn't relent. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to stay..."
Reaching a hand out, you place it on top of his on his lap. He flinches slightly, but doesn't push you away. He pauses for a second...
And then he relaxes, flipping his hand over to wrap it around yours.
Your heart is in your throat and the palms of your hands begin to sweat. But you don't show it, smiling shyly at Leon and holding his hand.
He doesn't look at you. Doesn't show any signs that he acknowledges you besides the fact that he isn't letting go of your hand. "Why do you stay? Why do you want to stay?"
The monotone question catches you off guard. You momentarily freeze as his eyes find you.
Blue frozen glaciers filled with oceans and rivers of pure sadness and regret. The emotion in his eyes makes you briefly wonder where he finds the space for the happiness he feels with Arabella.
Or if he'll have the space for happiness with you.
You take a moment to think, looking down at your linked hands and gliding a thumb over the warmth of his skin. "I feel happiest when I'm here with the two of you. As you know, I don't have much. All I've had to look forward to has been my students... but now... I have the both of you."
You look him in the eyes, trying to convey your emotions through the look in yours. "These past few weeks have been the best I've lived through in years... I'm tired of living alone, Leon. Life is worth so much more when you spend it with somebody else."
He looks at you in shock, not sure what to say about your sudden confession. His mouth opens and closes like a fish, trying to choose the right words to say.
You look away bashfully. "Er- What I'm trying to say is... I'd like it if we could spend... more time together. And see each other more often. But-! It's completely up to you, of course."
For a moment, the silence is nerve wracking. You try not to fidget too much or show that you're anxious in awaiting his answer.
You're beginning to lose hope when Leon's hands are suddenly on your hips.
You're so surprised by his actions that you hardly notice him gently coaxing you into sitting on his lap.
Your legs straddle his thighs, backside rested on his knees when you suddenly notice your position. Your face burns hot, and you rest your hands on his shoulders.
His hands find purchase on your waist. "If I'm being honest, I expected you to leave us a long time ago... I didn't mean to be rude. I just didn't think you'd stay."
He caresses your sides, warm hands heating through the fabric of your clothes. "And... I would like it- a lot if you stayed with us. Not only would you make me happy, but you'd make Arabella happy too. And that matters more than anything."
You pretend to ponder on your decision, looking away with a small smile on your face before turning back to Leon. "Well... I guess I can stick around-"
The sentence barely leaves your lips before Leon pulls you in, kissing you with so much relieved passion that you momentarily feel dizzy.
And for once, you feel like you truly belong somewhere.
Yes. This feeling is definitely one you can get used to.
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mamawasatesttube · 2 months
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“You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.” with timkon maybe :) the sillies
The Batcave is draftier than Tim remembers it being.
He’s gotten used to his setup in his apartment building’s basement, and it’s a couple of degrees warmer over there. Probably because of the giant computer sans an entire cave to heat up.
Oh, well. That’s what capes are for. Particularly the ones made of blankets. And also thick, fuzzy socks. And fluffy pajamas stolen from Dick’s drawer (it’s not like he’s touched it in ages, since he’s off in New York, but Tim still hopes he’ll notice the theft and be indignant about it eventually).
Cold water drips from his hair onto the back of his neck, and he shivers. Scowls at the keyboard in front of him. He took such a nice, hot shower immediately after Kon got him back—getting tossed into the harbor in midwinter sucks—but the draftiness down here doesn’t care.
“Thanks for the tea, Alfred,” Kon says, somewhere behind him. “Are you sure you don’t want me to get the dishes? I really don’t mind—“
“Certainly not, young Mister Kent.” Alfred sounds almost fond. Kon’s got Ma Kent’s country manners drilled into his head; Tim has to admit it’s pretty cute. “You are a guest in this house. It would hardly be proper. Besides which, you’ve already helped me plenty by ensuring I don’t need to dig any bullets out of Master Timothy tonight.”
Tim resents that. He wasn’t in any danger of getting shot—okay, no more than usual, anyways. He was a lot more in danger from the guys who managed to chain a cinder block to his ankle and then threw him off a boat. However, since he’s a paragon of maturity and not an insufferable pedant, he elects to finish typing up his stupid mission summary while it’s still fresh in his mind, instead of arguing.
And then, the strangest thing happens:
Alfred squawks.
There’s a clatter of porcelain and a whoosh of air, and Tim whips around just in time to see Kon, holding Alfred’s tea tray in one hand, catch Krypto by the cape with the other.
“Dude!” Kon scolds. Krypto’s tail wags a mile a minute. “You can’t just do that outside the house! What is wrong with you? Oh, man, Mr. Alfred, I’m so sorry, he’s never done that to anyone but Pa before—”
…What did Krypto do?
Alfred scrubs the back of his neck with a daintily-folded pocket handkerchief, his face is filled with disgust. He examines the handkerchief, mustache quivering with indignance, and then sighs. “I do hope this is just regular slobber and not some sort of super-related variant."
Krypto barks once, excited, and prances in a circle around Kon’s hips, wrapping his cape around Kon until Kon sighs and lets go.
Tim—
Tim wheezes.
Krypto just silently snuck up and licked the back of Alfred’s neck?! And—and he used to do that to Pa Kent? Does he just have a thing for licking old guys on the neck or something? Or is he replacing one old guy with another, now that Pa’s dead? And he’s so pleased with himself now, sitting back on his haunches in midair like he expects a treat!
Tim laughs so hard his stomach hurts. Every time he thinks he’s gotten ahold of himself again, his mind just flashes back to the look of utter revulsion on Alfred’s face, and he loses it all over again.
By the time he catches his breath, Alfred has vanished, tray and all. He’s probably upstairs muttering derogatory things about dogs. Kon and Krypto, however, are still here; Krypto’s inspecting the crumbs on the floor where Alfred nearly dropped the tea tray, and Kon…
Kon is staring, the tenderest smile Tim has ever seen on his lips.
Oh. Um. Tim’s cheeks heat. “…What?” he huffs, folding his arms over his chest. “That was funny, okay!”
“Oh, yeah, no, I’m not disputing that,” Kon says absently. He’s still looking at Tim with that soft, adoring smile. “You just, uh… you haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”
What.
Tim opens his mouth. Closes it again. Looks away, face burning. “Oh, come on. I’m sure I’ve laughed recently. Pretty sure I laughed after you fished me out of the harbor.”
“Yeah, but that was all, like, sarcastic and ‘ooh, look, I’m making jokes because I nearly just drowned in the smelliest harbor on the planet’, not ‘cuz anything was actually funny.”
Kon closes the distance between them and rests a hand fondly atop Tim’s head. His smile fades, slightly, and his hand slides down to cup Tim’s chin, tipping his face up. Blushing or not, Tim meets his gaze and holds it steadily, raising an eyebrow.
Kon just tilts his head ever so slightly, the same way Krypto does. He looks a little contemplative. That’s new; he never used to be nearly this introspective before. Dying and getting resurrected probably does something to a guy’s psyche, Tim supposes, but he wouldn’t know.
And then Kon asks, “Rob… Have you actuallylaughed at anything since I died?”
He may as well have just sucker-punched Tim in the gut. All the breath whooshes right out of Tim’s lungs. “I… I’m sure I have. I must have,” he says, and frowns. He can’t really think of anything that made him feel particularly light in the past year and then some, but… just because he can’t remember doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. Statistically, he had to have laughed properly at something, right?
Kon lets go of his chin to ruffle his hair. “Man,” he says, and sighs, dropping onto an invisible chair at Tim’s side. He’s close enough that their thighs press together; Kon’s a solid line of warmth against Tim’s body. He tosses his feet up onto an invisible footrest and folds his arms behind his head, leaning back. “You nearly done with whatever you needed to do here?”
“Nearly,” Tim says, glancing at the screen. “I think that’s enough details for anyone trying to pick up the smuggling case to use, if they wanna do something before I get to it, I guess.” Though he doubts anyone will. They’ve got their own cases to work on. He’ll get the weapons smugglers next time; they got lucky this time, that’s all.
“Cool.” Kon glances over to Krypto. Tim follows his gaze; Krypto’s inspecting the dinosaur now, floating up near one of its eyes. “Krypto, be careful with that!”
Krypto wags his tail in acknowledgment.
“I hope he doesn’t try to eat it,” Kon sighs. “He got ahold of a T-Rex bone this one time we went back in time—long story, it was that thing with Lori’s mom I called you about a few weeks back. But I just hope Krypto didn’t, like, acquire a taste for ‘em.”
Tim snorts. He hits save, then lets his head fall against Kon’s shoulder. “Would be kinda funny if he did, though.”
Kon snorts, too, draping his arm around Tim’s shoulders. Even through his sweatshirt and the thin blanket he’s using as a cape, Kon’s warmth radiates gently against his skin. The weight of his arm is… nice.
“Would be kinda funny,” Kon agrees, sighing fondly. “Anyways, you done with that thing?”
“Yeah.” Tim hums. “If you wanna go back to my place, we could do that, or if you’re busy, that’s chill, so…”
“Oh, actually, I’m kidnapping you,” Kon says breezily, and just like that, the familiar net of his TTK wraps around Tim’s body and scoops him up. “I’ve decided you need to laugh at something dumb some more, so we’re gonna go back to the farm and watch this one really weird anime about the composers that Bart showed me last week. Krypto! Come!”
What. “I didn’t even pack anything. Do I get a say in this?” Tim asks. Kon’s already heading for the exit with him in his arms, so he gets the feeling that he’s already got his answer, but still.
“No.” Kon grins. “Didn’t you hear me? I said this is a kidnapping. You’re already in PJs, and you can just borrow something to wear tomorrow. We got spare toiletries at the house. So it’s chill.”
Tim rolls his eyes. But, as they emerge outside under the starry night sky, he finds that he doesn’t really mind.
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ruh--roh-raggy · 3 months
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Buzzed (Punk! William x Fem! Reader)
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Hello hello! I've been writing something super secret behind the scenes of Home Sweet Home. Very much inspired by my dear friend @yellowbunnydreams fic "Bunny Punk", here's my take on punk William. This one is very fun and fluffy, brought on by me still buzzing with dopamine from a concert I went to last weekend. Couple warnings on this one, nothing too crazy. Enjoy, happy holidays, and if you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know!
WARNINGS: Age gap (reader in early 20's, William in late 40's/early 50's), recreational herb smoking, shotgunning, reader gets groped at the show, very quick and nondescript, some suggestive dialogue, Will being a little bit of a perv but not really (he looks at readers boobs on occasion, but he's not weird about it), use of the term 'good girl', some suggestive flirting but nothing heavy past that, super fluffy, Will and reader are like immediately in love cause I'm soft for the big man, talk of tattoos/piercings, I think that's everything, if I missed any please let me know!
You can find my Masterlist here!
Word count: 3,385
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You stood on your toes, anxiously looking around the crowd for your friend that was supposed to meet you at the concert venue. You grimaced at the sight of the packed room, if she hasn't already made her way up here, there was no way she would be able to reach you in order to watch the show together. You turned to face the front, your eyes briefly meeting the man that stood next to you. He was tall, well over six feet, with broad shoulders and sharp features. Your gaze snapped forward, feeling slightly embarrassed over the fact that he definitely noticed you linger on his massive form from the smirk that spread across his features. “You lost, sweetheart?” Your heart jumped into your throat as he suddenly spoke up behind you. Your attention darted back to him, finding him stooped down to your face height, a playful smile on his lips. “Awfully close to the pit for a little thing like you.” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. You could tell from his tone that there was no malice behind his teasing, and you definitely weren't about to say no to any of the attention this handsome stranger wanted to give you.
“You're one to talk.” You flash him a sarcastic grin. “You're not worried about breaking a hip?”
He lets out a whistle at your remark. “Feisty, aren't we?” He laughs before sticking his hand out to you. “Will.” Your hand claps into his, giving it a firm shake as you introduce yourself. You curse as someone knocks into you, making you spill your drink down the front of your shirt, hurriedly apologizing as they push their way into the pit. “I'd offer to buy you a new one, but we’d never make it back here if we left for it.” He offers.
“I should be all set, considering my friend never showed up I probably shouldn't drink too much anyways.” You explain as you lean on the railing, the aluminum bar was cold against the exposed skin of your midriff.
“Smart girl.” He remarks with a nod, you found yourself blushing at the subtle praise. “With the amount of shitheads I've seen wandering in here you're definitely better off. I'll make sure to keep an eye out for any trying to pull a move on you, just in case.” He smiles with a wink.
“Thanks, I appreciate it.” You laugh. “But, I should warn you… I might not look like much, but I'm pretty scrappy.” He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, taking your casual demeanor as a que that you weren't bothered by his company.
“Little thing like you?” He eyes you curiously. “Guess I'll believe it when I see it.” He teases. You shake your head, rolling your eyes as you direct your attention back to the stage. You were happy to have a friendly neighbor, especially considering you were alone. You had been to your fair share of shows, due to that you could tell from watching the crowd pile in that things were going to get pretty hectic in here once the first opener started. Your only hope for the night wasn't to break anything.
The moment you had wandered next to William you immediately piqued his interest. He wasn't one to judge a person based on their appearance, he's seen some small people absolutely annihilate others in a pit. He noticed when you were looking around for your friend that you almost seemed a bit nervous, even if you didn't want to admit it. Not to mention he could see the group of men behind you eyeing you like a piece of meat, the sight alone was enough to cause hot annoyance to settle in his chest. If anyone of them pressed their luck and tried to lay a hand on you he would ensure they knew how badly they had just fucked up. “Have you ever seen these guys before?” His eyes trailing over to you, a soft smile on your perfectly pouty lips.
“A few times, yeah.” He apologizes as he pushes into your side to let some people down into the pit. Your skin was warm against his, he couldn't help but notice how tiny your hand looked wrapped around the railing next to his. “You?”
“What?” Your voice cracks slightly as you respond, the tail end of his response muffled by the energetic crowd and your mind growing hazy over the intoxicating scent of his cologne.
“Have you ever seen them before?” He repeats with a chuckle.
“No, first time. I've been listening to them for years, but I was always too nervous to come by myself to a show.” You admit awkwardly, bumping the toe of your sneaker off of the cracked, concrete floor.
“Boyfriend not a metal fan?” He asks casually.
“It's not that he's not a metal fan…” You trail off, turning to allow your gaze to meet his. “He just doesn't exist.” You share a laugh at your response. Before you had the chance to take your conversation any further you were interrupted by the screams of the crowd as the venue was plunged into momentary darkness. You braced yourself against the railing, not wanting the surge of people pushing forward to send you flying over the railing of the slightly raised main floor and directly into the pit. Will noticed your slightly pained expression as you were crushed against the metal bar, the man behind you too caught up in the experience to even realize what he was doing. He gave one harsh shove, causing the man to stumble, before shooting him a dangerous look. In between the final opening act and the main performers there was a longer pause in order to give the stagehands time to set everything up.
“How are the ribs?” He asks, noticing you rubbing tenderly at the spot. There wasn't a doubt in your mind that you would have a pretty nasty bruise left behind.
“I think I’ll live.” You chuckle. “Thanks for knocking him out of the way.”
“Sure thing sweetheart.” He winks at you, making your cheeks grow warm. Your eyes scan over the crowd in the pit, you chew the inside of your cheek as you watch the energetic group with interest. “You know I can always move if you want to go down-”
“I'm fine.” You jump to reassure him. “It looks fun, but I don't think I can…” You trail off, shaking your head.
“It's a lot, right?” He smiles. His elbows come to rest on the railing, bringing him face to face with you. You're absolutely mesmerized by his striking silver eyes, your gaze trailing to each of his piercings; a labret, septum, and two barbells on his eyebrow. “I don't blame you, I'd be intimidated too.” He chuckles.Your eyes trailed after the two silver balls tucked neatly against his lip, making him smirk slightly. “Like something you see?” He asks smugly.
“I just didn’t expect a guy your age to have so many piercings.” You shoot back playfully.
“I also have this one.” He sticks out his long, pointed tongue, showing off a small stud. “I used to have my navel pierced in college, I had a Prince Albert too.” Your eyes snapped to his face in pure shock, expecting it to be a joke, yet he was completely serious.
“Brutal.” Your nose scrunches up slightly making him chuckle.
“You’re telling me.” He cringes slightly at the memory. As he looks out over the crowd you take a moment to really look at him. His dark brown hair, streaked with gray, was swept back and neatly trimmed down on the sides and back, his graying beard also incredibly tidy and neatly trimmed. Thin, gold wire framed glasses sat low on his nose. A black shirt stretched tightly over his broad chest and shoulders, the muscles in his back easily visible as he leaned, hunched over next to you. A pair of clean jeans hugged his strong thighs, you simply couldn’t get over just how massive everything about him was. A matching set of biomechanical tattoo sleeves meticulously flowed up his arms, on the inside of one forearm the interlocking gears and pistons were interrupted by the outline of a large kitchen knife, the other showed the head of a rabbit. The designs were so beautiful, you had to stop yourself from reaching out to run your fingers over the intricate line work, whoever drew them out really must have understood machinery for them to turn out so flawlessly. “You can get a closer look, I don’t bite… unless you want me to.” You flush at his sarcastic remark. He moves his arm closer to you, mumbling out “you’re cute.” so quietly you almost missed it over the rambunctious crowd. You traced over the smooth lining, his skin hot under your trembling fingers. The opening guitar chord rumbled in your chest as the main band took the stage, the venue erupting to life once more as they jumped into their first song. Your eyes met Will’s, a glimmer of curiosity behind them at your gentle touch.
“Hey there babe, mind if I squeeze in here.” Your moment with him was interrupted by one of the scumbags William had noticed eyeing you earlier. He went to maneuver past you, hand sliding up to push directly against your plush chest. Your mouth dropped open at him but no sound came out, too stunned by his actions. Will snarled, grabbing the guy by the back of the collar and ripping him backwards, sending him falling to the floor. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his side, his arm wrapping around your back so his hand landed on the railing at your side.
“No fucking manners.” He spits, glaring at the guy and his group of friends as he pathetically scrambles to his feet. The anger in his eyes was enough to make the four immediately back off, even if they did outnumber him there was no question about who would come out on top in that fight. “Are you okay?” His rage immediately flickers to concern as his eyes land on you.
“I owe you after how many times you’ve saved my ass tonight.” You laugh, your pinky hooking with his as you set it down on the railing.
“How about you let me take you out to dinner after we get out of here?” Despite how unwaveringly confident he seemed before you he still couldn’t hide the slight nervous tremor in his voice as he spit out the question. He knew it was a very bold move, christ he was old enough to be your father. But he simply couldn’t push away the thought of how pretty you were. You were so vibrant and full of life; the way you bounced around, dancing to the opening acts, how you laughed at all of his jokes, finding excuses to brush your hand over his arm leaving goosebumps in your wake. Everything about you was perfect. A smile slowly creeped over your lips as you processed his question.
“Are you asking me out on a date?” You ask in response, your voice laced with a flustered giggle.
“Maybe I am.” He smirks. You slowly slide your hand over the top of his, your fingers pushing through his to interlock your hands. Normally you wouldn’t even think about getting this physically close to someone you had just met at a show, but there was something about being around Will that just felt so right.
“I think I’ll take you up on that.” Your eyes flash down to his lips momentarily before you turn your attention back to the stage. The rest of the concert felt like a dream. Will’s strong hands on your waist as you danced along to your favorite songs, you couldn’t help but smirk as you realized his eyes were glued to the soft curve of your ass as you swayed your hips. After the show was over you both stumbled from the venue, your body glowing with a thin sheen of sweat from the heat of being packed inside. You stumble slightly, Will wrapping an arm around you and pulling you against his chest to steady you. “Is there going to be anywhere to eat open this late?” You giggle as he takes your hand and spins you around, a playful smile lacing its way across his lips.
“I know a place, it’s just up the street.” He nods in a direction down the sidewalk. “Care to join me for a walk?”
“I’d love to.” He gives your hand a gentle squeeze as he tugs you in the direction you need to start walking. He hung on your every word as you talked, asking you questions to further prompt you to talk about yourself. You could see the bright neon sign of the diner in the distance, he paused, nodding a silent question to sit on the park bench you had stopped in front of. You sat next to him, folding your hands neatly in your lap. Will swallowed thickly as he watched your breasts squeeze together between your arms, your nipple piercings poking through the thin material of the cropped tank top you wore. He clears his throat as he shrugs out of his thick denim jacket, the inside lined with warm, flannel patterned fleece. Wordlessly, he drapes the coat over your shoulders, your nose fills with the scent of spicy cologne, cheap cigarettes, and expensive bourbon. You can’t help but smile softly as you run your fingers over the neat stitching around the perimeter of one of the many patches that covered the obviously well loved jacket.
“You looked cold.” He sputters out bashfully, his eyes trained on a crack in the sidewalk to avoid trying to catch a glimpse of your piercings again.
You pull the fabric tightly around you, basking in its warmth. “Thank you.” You freeze as your eyes land on him, the two of you had been sitting a lot closer than you had realized. Your nose almost brushed his as you turned to face each other, his lips tantalizingly close, the possibility of kissing him hanging so close you could taste it. You wanted him desperately. Finally meeting a man who seemed confident and sure of himself, who wasn’t trying to pick you up with every ridiculous trick in the book, but somehow managed to win you over in a single evening with nothing but pure charm.
“Could I just reach in that pocket real quick.” You turn slightly, feeling the weight of his hand fall onto your thigh as it slips inside the jacket. He retrieves a small tin, the pungent smell hitting your nose immediately. “You smoke?” He fishes around in his pants pocket for a lighter.
“Cigarettes?” You ask dumbly, trying to pretend you didn’t smell the familiar smell of pot flooding your senses.
“Flower.” He shoots you a knowing glance, you were sure your intrigue had already spread across your face.
“Occasionally.” The word rolls a little too casually off of your tongue.
“Oh, a bit of a bad girl, are we?” The phrasing sent a pang of arousal through your core.
“I wouldn’t say that, it’s not like I’m doing anything illegal.” You noticed his eyes had darkened slightly when they met yours, the look alone was enough to have you pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.
“My apologies,” he cocks an eyebrow at you, shooting you a playful smirk. “I should have known you’re a good girl.” A shiver runs up your spine at his provocative tone. He chuckles as he takes one of the joints in the pack between his lips, flicking the lighter and inhaling deeply. He offers the joint to you, leaning back against the bench and tilting his head back to stare up at the star speckled sky. You inhale, the dry taste of the smoke filling your mouth. You copy his motions, holding in your hit as you stare up at the sky. You feel Will’s hand bump against yours, you carefully take it, enjoying the quiet intimacy. You both release your hit at the same time, yours hitting you a lot rougher than you had anticipated, making you cough and hunch over into yourself. “You’re alright.” He chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into him.
“The first couple hits are always rough for me, don’t worry.” You joke, patting his chest.
“Have you ever shotgunned a hit before? It would probably make it less harsh.” You shake your head, your cheeks growing warm at the thought. “You wanna try?” He asks softly.
“Sure.” You squeak in response. He gently guides you to face him, your knees bumping against his. His fingers trail over your jaw, making you shiver. He takes a long, slow drag off of the joint. His eyes meet yours as his face dips in closer to yours, his thumb hooking over his bottom lip, keeping just enough space between your mouths so his lips didn’t end up on yours. Your mind grew fuzzy from how close he was, you felt his nose brush yours as your eyes fluttered shut. Your lips grew warm as he pushed the smoke from his mouth into your own, you felt the buzz begin to settle in your head. You took William’s hand in yours, squeezing it softly. You subconsciously trailed after him as he pulled away. You slowly blinked, your vision taking a moment to focus on him. God was he handsome. You exhaled the smoke after a moment, surprised at the lack of burn in your lungs. “Wow.” Will’s hand still rested on the side of your face, his eyes raking over your features as he drank in the sight of you. You looked so small in his arms, your petite frame swimming in his jacket. It took everything he had not to kiss you just then, your soft lips just out of reach. He wondered what it would feel like to have you pressed flush against him, your soft body molding against his.
He runs his thumb over your bottom lip, his eyes finally finding yours. “Again?” 
“Please.” You respond in a shaky breath. His eyes remain locked on yours as he takes another deep inhale of smoke, your mouth falling open before he has the chance to hook his thumb into it. He brushed some loose hair behind your ear, feeling the way your small hand trembled in anticipation as he held it in his own. He slowly released the hit into your mouth, pulling back slightly as he waited for you to exhale. He felt your thumb slowly rub over his rough, calloused hand. Your heavy lidded eyes falling to his lips, wanting to take things further but too nervous to do so on your own. You let out a small gasp as he pushed into you, his head dipping down to allow his lips to find yours. His piercing was shockingly cold against your hot skin, you let out a soft moan as you allowed yourself to melt into him. His fingers slid into your hair, your hands fisted into the soft material of his shirt, pulling him as close to you as you could manage on the narrow bench. You squeak as he nips at your bottom lip, letting out a low growl before kissing you more intensely than before. Your hands roamed his torso, feeling the way his muscles tensed and shifted under your delicate touch made you shiver with a desire to touch more of him. His large hands knead at the soft pudge of your hips, his mouth dominating yours as he completely took charge over the kiss, you became putty in his hands as your brain melted into a puddle. You both separate with a gasp, your shoulders heaving as you bump your forehead against his.
“I guess this is a good time to tell you that I think you’re really pretty.” He smiles. You giggle, your cheeks flushing from all the endorphins surging through your system.
“How about we go grab something to eat, it’ll give me an excuse to kiss you again later.”
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ramblingoak · 4 months
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Hello! I apologize if you don’t take requests btw but if you do , do you think you can write head cannons of what the papas would do for their s/o with Covid when you can? <3(I totally didn’t js find out that I had Covid 😀) again super sorry if u don’t take requests!🖤
Hey! I hope you are feeling much much better. Apologies this took a bit to finish. I ended up getting Covid last week myself so clearly karma got me for taking too long xD. This did end up being more for readers that are just kind of sick in general but I hope you still enjoy the little drabble I did for each Papa 💙
Warnings: short and sweet, pretty fluffy and fairly silly, there are some suggestive comments but these are mostly sfw, readers are all gender neutral, not beta read so pls ignore any mistakes
Mayo Rub ~ Primo x GN!Reader
“Are you going to be grumpy about this the whole time I’m sick?”  Primo scoffed and continued to aggressively turn the pages in his gardening magazine.  “Well?”
“You are mistaken, I’m not grumpy about anything.”
“Then why are you pouting over pictures of tulips?”
“They’re not tuli–”  Primo stopped abruptly, roughly closing his magazine and getting up from the couch.  When he glanced over your way you raised an eyebrow at him.  “They’re lilies.”
“Fine, lilies.”  You took a moment to cough into your elbow, knowing that he was now frowning because it had been getting progressively worse as the day had worn on.  “But you admit that you’re pouting.”
“Why must you be so difficult?”  When you couldn’t answer right away due to another coughing fit he wandered over to the bed, wringing his hands with worry.  “Fogliolina, I’m only trying to help.”
He was ready with your bottle of water when you were able to look up, meeting his concerned gaze sheepishly.  With a shrug you took the bottle from him, taking a deep drink to try and soothe your throat before attempting to answer.
“The store bought stuff is working fine.”  You ignored his muttered ‘clearly’ and pressed on,  “Look I just don’t buy into the…you know.”  Primo raised his eyebrow as you wiggled the fingers of one hand in his direction.  “Plant magic.”
“It’s not magic, my little leaf.”  The unspoken ‘idiota’ hung between you but you decided to be gracious and ignore it.  “They are natural remedies that have been used for hundreds, no, thousands of years!”
“Fine.  If I let you work some of your plant magic will you stop pouting?”
“It’s not–”  He took a deep breath, blowing it slowly out through his nose before continuing.  “SÍ, I will stop pouting.”
“Alright then, have at it.”  Primo gave you a pleased smile before leaning in to press a quick kiss to your forehead.  He was frowning when he pulled away, bringing his hand up to press against the warm skin his lips just touched.  When he muttered something under his breath in Italian and turned away you grabbed at the sleeve of his sweater and tugged him back.  “Fogliolina?”
“Just promise not to rub mayonnaise or whatever on my chest.”
“Che cazzo?  Why wou–nevermind.”  
You had to bite your lip to stop from laughing at the impressively annoyed look on his face.  He took a deep breath before shooting you a look that usually either predicated a lecture or him demanding you remove your clothes.  Unfortunately you knew that right now it meant the former.  You decided to go easy on the man that was about to work his…whatever on you.
“I love you Primo.”
“As you should.”  The both of you shared a smile before he clapped his hands together and turned back to head out the bedroom door.  “Sit tight fogliolina, I’ll be back with the mayonnaise in just a few moments.”
Your laughter quickly brought on another coughing fit but you waved him away when he looked back at you.  
“Go!  Get your potions old man, I’ll still be here.”
“I’m going to make sure of it, my little leaf, don’t you worry.”
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Secret Ingredient ~ Secondo x GN!Reader
“Is it salt?”
You hid your face in the neck of the sweater you had borrowed.  The fabric was soft and warm, with the bonus of smelling like the man it belonged to.  Secondo let out an aggrieved sigh from where he was standing over the stove before turning around with an eyebrow raised.
“Salt?  Really?” 
“Fancy salt?”
“SÌ, the secret ingredient of the chicken noodle soup recipe passed down through my mother’s family for generations is fancy salt.”  He gave you a little smile when he caught you pouting.  “Would you like a taste, dolcezza?”
“Yes, please.” 
Secondo got a spoonful and blew on it as he walked over to the kitchen table.  He held it to your lips with great care, watching the expression on your face change as you tasted it.  When you gave him a pleased smile he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“You feel a little warm again, would you like to lay down?”
“No, no I’m fine.  I want to stay out here with you.”  That earned you another kiss before he turned and went back to the stove.  You licked the taste of the soup off your lips before taking another guess.  “Rosemary?”
“That’s not much of a secret, dolcezza.”
“Parsley?”
“Parsley is a necessity, certainly not l’ingrediente segreto.”  
“Ok fine, how about Primo’s parsley?”
Secondo chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled two bowls from a cupboard and started to fill them with the soup he’d labored over almost all afternoon.  You had been stuck between desperately wanting him close because you felt bad but also not wanting him to get sick.  When you’d tried to explain this he had gone on about some nonsense of the Emeritus line having strong constitutions and rarely becoming ill.  Whatever.  You’d remember his speech the next time he was whining over a cold.
“All of the ingredients are from Primo’s gardens, as you know.”  
He set your bowl down in front of you before taking a seat himself.  You let yourself get distracted for a bit looking at his exposed forearms.  It was one of the reasons you enjoyed watching him cook.  He’d roll up his sleeves and you’d get to daydream about his arms while he worked.  Your eyes finally looked up from staring at the dark hair covering his skin to find him smirking at you.  
“Get over yourself.”  He knocked his foot against yours under the table and you flashed him a smile before bringing a spoonful to your lips.  Like most everything he made it tasted amazing.  You let out a delighted little hum before taking another guess.  “Basil?”
“Again, not a secret.”
You frowned down at your bowl as you tried to think of what was so damn secret about his soup.  He had even refused to tell Copia earlier when he’d come by asking for the recipe.  It had to be something extremely uncommon for him to be so weird about it.  But he always got a little weird when he was making you something special, especially if it was an old recipe of his mother’s.  Secondo always took such great care when he recreated them, like he was pouring his love for his mother into them as he worked…oh.  You reached across the table and laid a hand on his arm, squeezing it gently when he looked at you.
“I love you too, Secondo.”
“What?”
“What do you mean ‘what’?”  When he didn’t elaborate you pulled your hand away and crossed your arms over your chest.  “The secret ingredient.  It’s love.”
“Love isn’t an ingredient.”
“Yes it is.”
“No dolcezza, it isn’t.”
“I bet your mother would agree with me.”
Secondo snorted, rolling his eyes as he moved his chair closer to yours.  It was close enough he could wrap an arm around your shoulders and tuck you close to his side.  After placing a few kisses into your hair he pulled away and cupped your cheek.
“I have no doubt that if my mother was still here you and her would run circles around me.”
“Just admit it.  I promise I won’t tell anyone.”  When he didn’t say anything you grinned, his silence was all the confirmation you needed.  “It’s love.”
“It’s paprika.”
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Satan Magic ~ Terzo x GN!Reader
“You shouldn’t be here.”
Terzo groaned, muttering under his breath as he pulled you closer to his chest.
“This is my church I can be wherever I want.”
“Oh your church, huh?”  You dug an elbow into his gut, grinning when he swore in Italian.  “Besides, you know what I mean.”
“SÌ, sÌ.  I know.”  He shoved a leg in between yours and rubbed his cold foot along your skin, holding you tighter when you tried to wiggle away.  “Ai!  Quit it, I'm trying to help.”
“How are your freakishly cold feet supposed to help me?”
“You have to warm them up first.”
“Satan’s dick, Terzo.”  A fit of coughing came over you then and you tried to ignore how nice it was to have Terzo’s hand rubbing your back as your body shook.  It took you a moment to catch your breath and you sniffled as you shamelessly pressed back against his warm chest.  “I don’t want you to get sick.”
“How many times must I say this?  I don’t get sick.”  
“I seem to remember a few days last year that you were definitely sick and whining in this bed just like me.”
“Those were allergies and completely different.”
“Whatever you say Papa.”
His chest vibrated against your back when he groaned.
“Don’t talk like that right now, it’s not fair.”  You giggled as you pushed back against him, trying to get as close as possible.  He was so warm, it was exactly what you needed right now.  Terzo tightened his arms around your waist for a moment before pressing his lips against your ear.  “Would you like to hear a secret?”
“Always.”  
“It’s because I’m a Papa that I don’t get sick.”
You frowned, turning your head to the side to look at him as best you could.
“What?”
“My family line has been blessed by Lucifer himself.  It is not often that an Emeritus falls ill.”
“But he’ll let you suffer through allerg–hey!”  
He got another elbow in the gut after he pinched your hip and you both wrestled a bit under the blankets.  Terzo managed to turn you so that your chests were pressed together and you took advantage of the new position to tuck your face into his neck.  Your nose was severely stuffed up but you could still smell his cologne and it was so good you let your body go limp in his arms.
“Don’t worry about me, eh?  I want to be close to you, to take care of you.”
“Alright, fine.  I just hope your Satan magic protects you from this.”
Terzo snorted and started to card his fingers through your hair.  It didn’t take long before the soothing movement helped you begin to drift off.  You felt his lips against your temple and you smiled, opening your eyes to meet his gaze.
It was unfortunate that it was the exact moment he sneezed into your face.
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Stolen Soup ~ Copia x GN!Reader
Copia always got a little anxious when you were sick. 
It was part hating that you felt bad at all and also part him not wanting to catch what you had.  He hated getting sick and was always the worst patient.  In contrast you generally preferred to be left alone.  All you wanted to do was sleep and unfortunately you just found yourself getting irritated when Copia kept bugging you. 
“Copia I’m fine!  I just want to sleep.”  Oh here we go, the pout.  You groaned, rolling your eyes as you fell back onto the pillows.  “You’ve got better things to do anyway.”
“The only thing I need to do right now is take care of you.”  He had that stubborn look on his face, the one he gave Imperator when it was time to ask for a bigger costume budget.  “Amore, please?  Let me make sure you’re going to be alright.  Would you do this for your Papa?”
You could never win in a battle against that dopey look on his face so you just huffed and nodded your head.  His dazzling smile would be worth listening to him gloat later when he claimed it was only through his care you survived at all.  Copia began to hum to himself as he grabbed the big tote bag he came in with, quickly pulling things out and setting them at the foot of the bed. 
“What’s all this?”
“Ah, well I stopped by Primo’s for some salve to rub on your chest,”  You snorted when he wiggled his eyebrows at you.  “He also gave me some tea that will help your throat.  Secondo had some of his homemade soup in his fridge so I brought that as well.”
“Does Secondo know you took his soup?”  
“I left a note, he’ll get over it.”  
There was definitely no way Secondo would get over it but you decided to let it go.  When Copia started pulling some books out you sat up again and reached out for one. 
“I don’t think I have the energy to read right now.”  You ran your fingers over the worn cover of the book, flipping it open and seeing a short passage written in Italian on the first page.  “What does this say?”
“It’s a note to Terzo.”  Copia walked around the bed and gently took the book from you.  “From his mother.”
“Oh, Copia, maybe you should take it back.  I don't want anything to happen to it.”
“No no, this is what the book is for.  Sick days.”  He gave you a warm smile, leaning forward and kissing your forehead.  He was frowning when he pulled away, muttering something about taking your temperature.  “Terzo’s mother read this to him when he was a child and then Terzo used to read this to me.”
“So now it’s my turn?”
He looked over at you with a fond smile, his hands full of remedies and stolen soup. 
“Si amore, now it’s your turn.”
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devilfic · 1 year
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GMMMMM!!!!! I was hoping you could write a battinson x reader about their wedding? Maybe something just super soft and fluffy, WE LACK BATTINSON WEDDING CONTENT
❝wedding headcanons with bruce wayne❞
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pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader. cw: fluff, established relationship, marriage, mention of alcohol. words: 2k.
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oh ABSOLUTELY
alright, walk with me
I’m imagining that bruce is a bit older if he’s getting married because. let’s be honest. getting this man to settle down right now would be like wrangling a hellhound
not because he doesn’t fantasize about it. trust me, he has, but you really are in a polygamous relationship with gotham during your first few years together LMAO
I think bruce had an idea of what his wedding would be like when he was younger
probably a small, traditional wedding. something that his parents had
but at some point, when bruce becomes conscious of his position in society (and just how many people are gonna wanna come to this thing), he figures out it’s probably gonna be a big deal
bruce... does not like that
I don’t think that he has a problem with a big wedding, but he does know if he has one, he’s going to have to adhere to the social rules of the upper echelon
and that means inviting people he doesn’t particularly Like
again, he does not like that
but the thing abt these social rules is that if you tell him you’re not comfortable, if you tell him you don’t like someone, if you tell him you don’t want someone there, he won’t give a FUCK about their feelings
bruce does not care about the fanfare. this day is for you and him as far as he’s concerned
this is also why I think during the planning stage he’d be the kind of husband to just hand you his wallet and tell you to go ape shit
but he’s not that kind of guy. he isn’t some disinterested husband just pawning off all the hard work onto you because he doesn’t want to do anything
it’s like I said, he only cares about you
if you want to go great gatsby and throw the party of the year? go crazy!
if you want something on an island beach? he’ll bring sunglasses!
if you want to walk up to the courthouse, pay for your marriage license, and take him to bed right after? do you, babey. or him. in this case
I think the only thing bruce would have any strong feelings about is the color scheme
I’m sorry, you know he’s going to want a lot of dark, gothic elements
he will feel so out of place if you guys did anything outside of his color palette LMAO
he’s not afraid of getting fancy, he just needs things to be on Brand
that being said, I think he would really like if you had the wedding in a cathedral
I mean the acoustics with a choir singing as you walk down the aisle would just be heavenly
I’m just picturing the cathedral in the movie with white roses and ivy everywhere!! the sun streaming in through the windows!!! the choir on either side of the altar singing so beautifully while bruce watches you approach that he can’t help but start crying!!! ahhhhH!!!
I also saw a couple do this and thought it was really sweet
so instead of doing the whole not seeing each other before the wedding thing, the couple dressed each other the day of
just imagining the intimacy of slowly waking up the morning of the wedding in bed with bruce, letting him stroke your back as you lay on his chest
you’re both a little nervous but all that comes out in giggles and silly jokes to calm each other down
then taking a shower together, washing bruce’s hair for him, getting distracted because he starts kissing down your back and oh how time flies
sharing breakfast that you both made in your underwear because alfred took dick and left you two the house for the weekend because I’d also like to imagine that at this point, robin is part of the family
(and is enjoying his weekend with grandpa alfred. and definitely hasn’t learned any alarming offensive tactics since he’s been away)
bruce putting on a record and dancing with you in the living room to “practice” for later
helping each other into your clothes, brushing hair out of the way and reminding the other where they left their shoes/earrings/cologne
bruce driving you to the cathedral and only parting ways so that you can hurry in the back door because the front is PACKED with paparazzi
alfred is bruce’s best man and is just smug as a bastard when he notices bruce’s little ticks that he’s starting to get nervous
dick is the ringbearer because of COURSE he is
I just love the idea of little dick grayson whispering “I got your six, batman 😎” when he comes up to the altar and bruce has to cough over him because there are like. several people in the vicinity that do not! know that!
he’s got his hair gelled back to high heaven with a cute little suit on that he definitely wasn’t bribed to wear by alfred that morning
I also don’t think dressing you before the wedding diminishes the impact of seeing you walk down the aisle
I think that your morning together would only solidify just how many mornings you two would have from now on, and it would make him emotional knowing that this is just the beginning?? that he can actually call you his in a whole new way???
bruce’s vows... he’s so emotional about them.
he’s asked for help from literally everyone he knows, especially selina because she has such a way with words
vows are kinda tricky for bruce because to him, he wants to just be saying this to you. he doesn’t want to entertain anyone else
how is he supposed to summarize how deeply you move him—how eternally bound he is to you in body and soul—in a way that doesn’t feel like he’s putting on a show for the audience? he doesn’t care about any of that. all he cares about is you
he keeps falling into the trap of “they know how much I love them, don’t they?”
but one thing selina tells him to do is just try writing for you, then
just sit down and word vomit. even if it’s silly, even if you already know it, even if it’s embarrassing
and one night he finds you asleep in bed with a book on your chest, clearly having fallen asleep on accident with just the lamplight illuminating you
at first, he drops into the chair beside the bed and just sits and watches you for a few moments. your book rising and falling with every breath, your body half snuggled into the sheets, the little noises you make as you dream
but then his eyes start welling up and it’s like. all those words just come flowing out of him
he grabs his journal and is frantically writing everything down, not worried about making sense. he just wants to say what he’s thinking before it escapes him
maybe at some point, you wake up to find him furiously jotting everything down and you ask what he’s writing about
and he kinda panics because he doesn’t want you to see exactly what he’s writing
it’s all a mess! it’s ugly! not pretty or articulate or clean at all
and it’s not like he’s never a mess before you. you’ve seen every part of him: the good, the bad, the ugly. you’ve never turned away before
it’s just that sometimes... he hesitates
but before he can think of an excuse, you smile and slip out of bed
lean over him and kiss his forehead
“must be important, I’ll leave you to it. how ‘bout I make us something warm to drink?”
and the hesitation melts away
he doesn’t end up telling you. he closes his journal and tucks it on the nightstand and knows that you would never look, never break his trust like that, but if you saw what he said... he wouldn’t mind
when you come back, you two crawl into bed with warm tea and fall asleep together this time
I like to think that he once met up with selina on a rooftop so he could run his draft by her askjsdkjf
selina is a BRUTAL editor but she’s really good at it
and eventually she approves of his last draft and he’s like. yippee!! I’m free!! worst fucking experience of my life!!!
he’s fiiiiiine selina’s not that mean
but it was hard!!
and when you’re both at that altar and he admits his vows aren’t very long, it’s not a surprise to anyone that bruce “man of few words” wayne struggled with what to say
but that’s not it
because if they really knew bruce, they’d know that no matter how little he says, he means every word.
and there’s this one line that sort of encompasses a promise he’d made to himself long ago and now is making to you. out loud
“you’re a good thing that I don’t think I deserve, but I want to. so I am and will continue to make sure that I am a man that does. for the rest of our life.”
and all those years of never letting himself enjoy a good thing are unspoken between the two of you, your wedding a testament to his change of heart
it’s also just kind of cemented when he says “our life”. you really aren’t getting rid of him, now
NOW THE RECEPTION
I saw this on pinterest and I just. I think it would be so beautiful
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a reception in a greenhouse!! surrounded by plants and candlelight!!
at night!!
this would be the more intimate gathering with just family and friends
if I may. be a Twihard for like TWO seconds
consider: flightless bird, american mouth for your first dance
I think it would be so nice... it’s a really pretty song.... ok moving on
I don’t think bruce would be very interested in. um. certain reception traditions but again, man will do whatever you ask him to
if you happen to be wearing garters and want to do a garter toss. I suppose he will participate.
right after sending out a signal that bricks every phone within a 200 mile radius
BUT TOASTS
man is all red in the face from laughing so hard, you’ve never seen him have this much fun with more than two people in the room
the toast is a lot less put together when it’s his turn, I think bruce is just so full of love and comfort being surrounded by people he knows well that he has an easier go of it
he doesn’t drink since he’s not a fan of alcohol, but you know he’s fuckin up a bottle of sparkling cider
if you choose to drink, he will be happy to escort you throughout the night
can see drunk you asking him to help you into a bathroom stall and he’s just standing there in the doorway making sure you don’t slip and fall into the toilet
at some point though, he WILL replace ur drinks with shirley temples
he’s not trying to cramp ur style but like. alfred will take a picture if you vomit and he will put it in the family photo album and show it every year on your anniversary and if you try to destroy it you will find he has made an infinite number of copies
by the end of the night, you’re both back at home helping each other out of your clothes in the same lazy way as you did the morning of the wedding
brushing your teeth together in the sink, washing each other’s faces, slipping into more comfortable clothes
by the time you both collapse into bed, bruce is so full of. love! and light. he’s still got a smile on his face that he’s had since the beginning of the night and it’s so different
you’ll crawl onto his chest and ask him if he’s happy, if he got everything he could have wanted out of today
he’ll press a kiss to your minty lips, still smiling like a fool, “I got to marry you, didn’t I?”
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starcrossedreaders · 10 months
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A fluffy smut request between reader and Re6 Hubby Leon. The wife is trying to take a relaxing bath but Leon keeps pestering her to make her experience more comfortable. She finally tells him to join her. Just something romantic and super cute, with lots of smut. 🩵
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Author's Note: This request was so cute I can't- Thank you so much for requesting Enjoy some fluffy Leon! <3
Warnings: Cock warming, breeding, unprotected sex, p in v, fem body, love marks, fluffy sex!
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"Leon fuck off,"
"Baby I'm just trying to make this bath better for you. Do you want bubbles?"
"I don- Bubbles?"
Leon could only sigh as he grabbed the lavender-scented bubbles and poured them into your boiling water.
The hellishly long week ended and you wanted nothing more than to lay down in a scarily hot bath and let your mind and body unknot the weeks' stress. This is what you have been trying to do for the past 15 minutes but your husband was constantly in and out of the room. You loved him so much and the fact that he is trying to help make it better makes your heart flutter but right now all you are worried about is this hot water.
"Here love, I found a bottle of your favorite wine. But, I did bring cold water just in case," The tray he laid across your big tub was filled with more stuff than just wine and water.
Peeking your eyes open you noticed the wine glass sitting on the corner was half full. Underneath it was an array of food. There were crackers, cut-up cheese, and even fruits.
Your shoulders dropped as Leon leaned over to leave a kiss on your head before he turned his body to leave.
You were quick to halt his movements by grabbing his wrist. "Come enjoy this with me. You had a hard week too, you deserve it,"
Leon was a little shocked that you had asked him to join you. Normally you make it very clear you want to be alone. A small smile plasters his face and he began to take off his clothes to join you. Scotting forward you waited for Leon's body to be fully submerged before sliding back and leaning against his back.
Leon hissed through his teeth as the hot water swarmed around his tensed body. He could feel the water work out the stresses of the week as the weight of your body leaned against his chest. Leon laid his head on top of yours as his arm grazed up and down your arm.
Leon mumbled in your hair as he left soft kisses along the crown of your head. "I love you so much and I'm so proud of you and far you have come,"
His soft words wrapped around your heart, warming it up quickly. His hand still rubbed your arm as you leaned your head back between his shoulder and neck. Puckering your lips you gave him puppy eyes in hopes that he would give you what you want. Leon smiled as his soft lips connect to yours.
His lips had you melting, it felt like this one kiss, this one moment just took everything off of your mind and body. Leon's tongue swiped your bottom lip in a plea to be closer. Widing your kiss Leon slipped his tongue in your mouth. His warm muscle warmed your mouth as you groaned into his. You could feel his semi-hard-on against your back.
A few heartbeats later you pulled back for a breath of air. A string of saliva kept you connected. Leon, being the impatient man, quickly dove into your neck, leaving wet, open-mouth kisses along your jaw to your shoulder. Leon mumbled nothings along your warm skin as his stubble tickled you.
The heat of the water and the pressure of Leon's hard-on left you light-headed. A small groan lay dormant in the back of your throat as Leon made his way back up your neck leaving love bites in his wake.
"fuck- do-don't leave marks." you moaned out to Leon.
Leon mumbled in your neck. "Hmm, too late love,"
Leon's thick fingers traveled down to your soaking heat. He rubbed light circles around clit. Your neck lolled on Leon's shoulder while you let out a small moan. His lips were quick to connect back to yours right as he slid two fingers in your hole. His left hand roamed up your body, gripping at your perked-up boobs.
His fingers curled in and out of you hitting the spongy spot you adore so much.
"Fuck right there," Your back arched off of Leon's chest as your hand gripped his forearm.
"God's you're so pretty coming undone on my fingers. Just like that love," He left more kisses along your neck as he pumped his fingers faster.
"I'm going to cum,"
"Do it. Cum undone for me, let go." His words of encouragement pushed you over the edge as you came undone around Leon. White stars flooded your vision.
Leon helped you through your high as you slumped back on him. Leon's hand moved to his raging cock as he pumped it a few times. His fist bumped into your back as you caught your breath. Coming down you realized what your husband was doing right behind you.
You were quick to turn around causing water to splash out of the tub. Smiling at Leon you straddled either side of his lap.
"Can I help with that?" Your big eyes were glossed over as you rubbed up against his cock.
"Fuck, 'course, you can," Leon threw his hand back as his hands landed on your hips guiding you closer to him.
Your chests touched as you tried to look down in the milky water to lead Leon's dick to you. Trailing your hands down his body you finally found his cock. Pumping it once, twice you lifted your hips up as you ran his raging cock along your slick fold.
"Stop teasing," Leon's deep voice rumbled through the room. You were quick to apologize before you stuck the tip in your warm hole.
The pornographic moans you both let out the further you took Leon were arousing. Within a few heartbeats, you had bottomed out. Leaning forward you wrapped your arms around Leon's neck and shoved your head on his shoulder.
You slowly rolled your hips against Leon's, and you felt the tip of his cock bump into your sweet spot causing stars to blur your vision.
"Fuck just like that," Leon's hand gripped at your bum leading your hips up and down.
The water in the tub splashed all over the floor as it made almost embarrassing sounds between your connected bodies. Leon's groans were quick to drown at the sounds the faster he brought your body up and down.
"I love you s'much," you lifted your head up to kiss Leon.
Leon mumbled into the kiss, "I love you even more,"
You threw your head back as the knot in your tummy got tighter. Leon was amazingly quick to get you close to your release every time you guys had sex. He has your body mapped out knowing what spots get you close and what spots you hated. He was always respectful of your boundaries and it made you love him even more.
"I'm going to cum," His husky voice pulled you out of a trance.
"me too-"
"shit, cum with me. Let me feel you cum around my cock as I fuck a baby in you," You eagerly nodded your head as Leon picked up the pace.
The way his cock hit your cervix and the hot kisses he left on your mouth push you to the end. Your pussy squeezed his cock in place as you cummed around him. Hot pleasure flooded your body while you squeezed your eyes shut.
"Fuck you're so tight," Leon's thick rope of sperm plastered against your walls painting them white.
You stopped your movements as you lay your head on Leon's chest keeping his cock warm while he calms down. Leon rubbed your back as he kissed your head.
"Come on love, the water is getting cold,"
You fluttered your eyes open as you mumbled against his chest, "Nooo I'm comfy,"
"But I'm cold," Groaning you lifted your head up to look at your husband of 6 years.
He smiled when his eyes met yours, "Hi,"
You giggled as you rub your eyes "Hi,"
"You ready to get out now?" You could only nod your head in response.
Leon lifted you off of him as he pulled the plug out of the tub and got you wrapped around a warm fluffy towel. After getting you dressed he moved you to the bed. You cuddled into his chest as he rubbed soft circles along your spine. The beat of his heart and soft touches had you fluttering your eyes closed as you drift off to sleep.
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hollyhomburg · 4 months
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(Tw: talking about military stuff, death, pregnancy, implied abuse) I have a super angsty au in mind that is both an idol au and and omegaverse, where alpha! Jin’s second in command sacrifices himself for him, or maybe it’s a training accident gone wrong. It takes place just after everyone in jinnies pack has gone in for service, even the beta’s 🥺
and he comes to know that the man’s omega is with pup and takes on the task of raising them and supporting the omega, going from the tense and sad first meeting where jin can barely see the baby bump under her long fluffy coat and then the devistation when he realizes /oh/ sweet little omega is going to be alone, and his alpha- still mourning and licking his wounds from the trauma of almost war- because it was just mandatory military service right? the only reason why he’s waking up afraid at night isn’t trauma or? Maybe it is? Can you have trauma if you never saw real war?
Maybe she’s got a bit of a secret too- although Jin talks about her mate like he was god gifts to mankind…maybe in secret shes a little glad that he’s dead, because he wasn’t so kind behind closed doors.
I’m just picturing him calling with his packmates, and all of them agreeing that yeah- they should help- because their pack alpha is here and hers isn’t, and they owe it to him for saving their hyung. At least until the pup is old enough for her to work- they can both live in the packs house- a house paid for by their music not just their military salary of course.
I’m just imaging the start of it, jin alone in the big pack house with her that he’s used to being filled with loud and soft love. I bet they’re both very needy behind closed doors, jins out but it feels like he never left and he need- needs someone to look after to make the loneliness not so bad. Imagine the slow lingering touches, at night when he wakes from his night terrors and she’s there smelling sweet and pupped and safe. Pregnant omegas always have a soothing affect on alphas.
Imagine those soft protective looks go hungry eventually, because she looks and smells so sweet as she starts to show more and more, the rest of the pack coming home one by one and realizing /oh/ having a pregnant omega around when they’re all healing and still a little riled up and protective because the military has done a good job of cultivating their protective sides into something lethal is really nice, it’s really nice to have an omega around- because none of them had ever presented as omegas, just 2 betas and 5 alphas.
Of course the love would Combined with a little bit of guilt because if her alpha wasn’t gone- then they wouldn’t have her would they? And she feels too guilty to really let them touch her even though she want it, until… the youngests come home and within 3 hours half of the pack is in rut and she has a pregnancy heat 😩 maybe a touch of fated mates with her and kookie, someone she’d never met before only seen over face time, maybe when she first came there she snuck in to jks room and made a nest with his clothes and didn’t really understand why, but it’s because her omega knew and she didn’t.
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