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Admissions - Chapter 10

NSFW - Word count: 8638

First of all, thanks to everyone who read, liked, and reblogged the previous chapters!!

This isn't quite what I wanted it to be, but we're moving and life is about to get really hectic. So I didn't want to wait months longer to post this. I'll probably go back and add to it later after our move. Make it jucier.

The corridor outside was bustling with people heading to their barracks for the night. Simon, for once unperturbed by their racket, paced the length of their room while he waited for Sereza. The Brit kept sneaking little peeks at the drawer of his bedside table, then over to the door, and back again.

Internally he fought to maintain his resolve that his past wouldn’t interfere with him showing Sereza how much he loved and desired her. Not anymore. But unpleasant memories were especially loud in his head tonight. The past had already robbed him of so much, and Ghost was trying his damndest to draw the line at it threatening to take Sereza and this chance at happiness from him as well.

Still unnerved and his stomach twisted into knots, but he kept repeating Sereza’s words in his mind: he had her full permission to touch her as he wished but also, he didn’t have to force himself into anything physical to keep her love.

Rationally Simon knew he had nothing to worry about; they were both looking out for each other just like she had said some time ago. He was her priority just like she was his.

Ghost just had to argue with his trauma-ravaged brain about the whole thing first. That obstinate fucker.

Walking over to the small table, Simon opened the drawer and pulled out his black bandana. The fabric slid through his fingers, catching occasionally on the rough edges of tiny scars and callouses. A bit of silver in the drawer caught the Brit’s eye. One of her earrings. She hadn’t wanted to sleep with them still on last night and this morning she’d run off in a hurry after being paged, so they remained in the drawer. Dwarfed in his hand, Ghost held one of the small jewels.

The tiny thing a physical reminder of her that calmed his racing mind. He exhaled deeply. The suffocating weight of his anxiety and apprehension gradually ebbed.

He could do this.

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“Remember your safe word?”

His beauty nodded, “Gummy bears.”

After some snickering on both sides over the word’s silliness, Simon laid the blindfold over her eyes and secured it behind her head. Ghost searched what he could see of her expression for the smallest indication of reluctance or unease, but found only a bit of tightness in her body language. Nothing more. “You alright Love?” he checked, sliding his palms down to her shoulders. Sereza didn’t hesitate to give him a nod and a small smile in response to his question. Once more Simon found he was thoroughly humbled by the amount of trust his girlfriend was showing she had in him.

But Ghost stood rooted to his spot as he regarded her. A feeling of deep dissatisfaction enveloped him.

This was wrong.

The Brit sighed unhappily and reached back behind her golden curls, gently tugging the bandana off again.

He was met with a very confused look. “I can’t do this,” Simon shook his head. “This, I mean,” he quickly clarified, gesturing with the bandana before flinging it onto his desk. “For a lot of reasons but mostly it’s… I hate the idea of you forcing yourself to do something you might not want to because of me. And I can’t- I can’t handle the thought of making you feel like a body I’m just… using.”

Sereza rested her palm under his jawline. “You love me, right?” Ghost nodded without hesitation. “Just like I love you. I’ve never felt anything but safe with you Si, but if that feels wrong to you then we won’t do it,” Sereza smiled up at her ghost with an expression of pure adoration. “You really do have a beautiful heart Simon.”

Ghost cupped his hands around Sereza’s face as he leaned down to kiss her. Relishing how it felt to be like this with his little one. To be loved. Wanted. “You are everything good in my life. And if I’m going to show you how much I love you then I want to do it the right way,” Simon told her fervently before taking her lush lips in another ardent kiss.

Her small moans and warming body were already making his blood rush. Not toward his brain.

Rather quite the opposite.

Simon pulled Sereza’s hips snuggly against him as they deepened their kiss. Her back sensually arched into him. But as it often did with everything else, his mind decided to ruin the moment by interjecting an itty-bitty detail he hadn’t thought of until now…

“Fuck!” Ghost snarled as he whirled around away from her.

“What’s wrong?”

Simon ran his hand over his hair in aggravation as he turned back to Sereza. “I hope this doesn’t come across wrong, or like I’m fucking stalling – because I’m not; or not trying to at least– but… I don’t have condoms… and I don’t want to uh, uh…”

“…to get me pregnant,” Sereza finished for him.

“Mhm,” the Brit replied sullenly. This made him sound, again, like he only wanted to use her body to satisfy his needs and didn’t know how to communicate what he meant without sounding like a complete asshole. Simon’s mind began racing at the growing tension within him, making it that much harder to put his thoughts into words. “I don’t want to cause something that will impact your life and career like… that… Not that I wouldn’t be there!” he hurriedly explained, “I-I would, it’s just-”

“Si,” the petite female tried to interrupt.

“-Fucking hell Love, I don’t know how to say what I mean properly, I just don’t think that’s a good idea right now-”

“Simon,”

“-not for either of us. And I’m not a good choice for… for that anyway. I know I fucked up and I should’ve thought of condoms. I’m so sorry, but I promise I’ll fix this-”

“SIMON.” Ghost’s rambling finally halted at her shout. With a guarded expression, he stared down at her like he was expecting an excoriating scolding over his mistake. Sereza picked up his hands and held them between their chests. “First of all, take a breath mi amor.”

Huffing out a held breath, Ghost forced his shoulders down from under his ears. Again. He couldn’t believe he forgot about those. The possibility of… tonight’s events… had his thoughts flying through his head in a hundred directions at once, so much so that he’d completely forgotten about protection. What in the bloody hell was wrong with him?

Actually… he didn’t want to think about that just now. That was a long list.

“Si… I’m on the pill. Not for, um, this exact reason; it’s to better regulate my hormone levels. I’ve been on it for about three years.”

“You are?”

“Yeah,” Sereza said as she pulled a small white plastic case from her pocket. Simon glanced down at the case she showed him with tiny pills rattling around inside. “I was actually just about to interrupt things to tell you that before we went any further – if you still wanted to try tonight, I mean,” she hastened to add.

“Oh. I see.” So… he hadn’t ruined it. They could still-

Ghost exhaled, letting his head hang as he closed his eyes, the last remnants of his momentary panic fading away. Good god he was a mess.

Sereza giggled slightly at his evident relief, Simon soon joined in with her, resting his forehead on top of hers. “You don’t need to apologize for mistakes or things that aren’t your fault mi amor. And I’m not ready for a baby either,” his beauty went on to say. “Maybe one day, but not right now. We can discuss little Simon Rileys another time, but for tonight our focus is us, yeah?”

‘Little Simon Rileys’… warmth filled Ghost’s heart. “…Yeah,” he agreed, smiling down at the face of his love. The unbidden image of Sereza pregnant with his baby, himself as a father, flashed across his mind’s eye and Ghost had to admit, he wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea… one day. Maybe.

‘One day’ just didn’t need to be nine months from tonight.

He’d never envisioned his future before or entertained the idea much. The Brit had just been existing until he met this woman who brought meaning to his dark life. And building a family hadn’t crossed his mind at all. However the thought of planning for the future – a future together – with the woman he treasured felt so… natural.

“You’re right Love, another time.” Simon bent his head down, kissing his beauty and feeling immeasurably grateful for her ability to break him out of a spiral. Holding her tenderly, he kissed her harder, appreciating her taste. Sereza tilted her head back to give him better access to her mouth while his large hands wandered down, tracing the contours of her chest, to grasp the hem of her shirt. After a quick glance back at her making sure she was alright, Ghost carefully tugged it up over her head. Dark eyes focused on the black lace bra concealing her from his view. Not wanting to pounce on Sereza like some lust-driven arse, his fingers skimmed over her shoulders, across her collarbones, and up the column of her neck. “You’re so stunning,” he whispered against her as he leaned down to kiss her forehead, “Can I take it off?”

Sereza nodded but guided his hands behind her this time as she pressed closer to his chest. Curious at what his love was showing him, Simon peered over her shoulder.

Bloody hell, did all of these things have such absurdly tiny hooks? And did they all fasten in different places?

It took an annoyingly long time with his wide fingers but at last the hooks came loose. Straps hanging loosely around her figure, Simon ran his palm up and down her bare back as he nibbled her ear. Dainty hands pulled needily at his sleeves. Soft breaths of satisfaction reached the Brit’s ears. The feel of her skin, her scent, and sounds… his little one was already inundating his senses and he only had her half-naked. Barely, even.

Sereza shrugged the straps off her shoulders and let the bra drop to the floor. Feeling her movement, Ghost gazed down at her unclothed chest, exploring hands eagerly getting to work as he gently kneaded. Twisting the dusky peaks, making her moan louder for him. Without removing his hands from his beauty, Ghost backed up until he could sit on the edge of the bed. Simon pulled her closer, tugging gently on the back of her thighs, until she knelt on either side of his legs. The height brought Sereza’s breasts to the perfect level. “Beautiful,” he hummed low in his throat as his mouth closed over her nipple. Sucking. Licking.

He groaned at the taste of her skin and decided it had been far too long since he last spent time with Sereza like this. Worshipping and loving her as she deserved. A whole 24 hours since he'd last enjoyed time alone with his love - an intolerable injustice he vowed to rectify once he got past this. Tonight.

Above him, Sereza began to whimper and squirm. Simon abruptly switched to her other breast, carefully closing his teeth over the firm peak and making her bitten-off moans grow louder. Left arm around her lower back to keep her close, Ghost’s right hand splayed across her thigh before venturing upward until it came to her center. Fingers grazed over the hot, damp fabric, almost making her whine. His thumb pressed to her most sensitive place.

“Ohhh God… Si…,” she panted as she pressed her hips lower, seeking more.

Sereza’s pleasured sounds overrode the traumatized part of his brain, Ghost pulled her down onto his hand, almost aggressively, fingers firmly rubbing in circles, making Sereza buck in response. He removed his hand and pressed her down onto his covered erection by her hips, breath catching at the feeling of her through the fabric of their pants. Her warmth alone was enough to make heat start building within him.

Ghost licked up her chest and neck until he latched onto her pulse point. Sucking hard. His free hand reached around her hip to squeeze her backside. Sereza began rolling her hips while her nails sunk into her Brit’s hoodie. Parting from her throat, he observed his little one. Her head was thrown back as her hips moved slowly over Simon’s, creating a delightful friction for them both. For a moment the lieutenant simply watched, mouth slightly open. Her stunning body twisted and curved as her pelvis worked against him. When her chest moved closer to his lips, Ghost’s tongue flicked against the swell. Sereza mewled and ground her center firmly over his cock.

Growling, Ghost flung Sereza onto the bed before settling over her and kissing her like a man starved. Rising onto his knees, he hastily shed his too-warm hoodie. Dark eyes hungrily took in his half-naked beauty lying in his bed and was struck by the sight of such perfection.

As well as the contrast…

Simon was a man of war; Sereza was an angel. She saved and bettered lives; all he did was end them. A harbinger of violence juxtaposed against a spirit of mercy. A dream come true, and someone’s worst nightmare. Good… and evil?

Ghost sighed inaudibly as he sunk to his elbows, averting his eyes, and dropping his forehead to her chest. Loving arms held him close. “Mi amor?” Sereza whispered as she kissed over his hair, “I’m here with you. Come back to me, my love.” Ghost snuggled into her a bit at her soft call. Letting her voice break through his thoughts.

Despite his reputation, his prowess as an elite soldier, the slightest shred of tenderness from this tiny slip of a woman and the legendary Ghost would crumble to kneel at her feet. Sereza already knew everything about him – all his flaws, faults, traumas, and weaknesses – and accepted him anyway, just as he was. Simon was beginning to understand… even believe, that in her eyes he was worth something. Worth being cared for.

Butterflies in his stomach and heart unbelievably full, Simon lifted his face and took her lips in a kiss full of profound affection. Thanking his lucky stars for this woman having come into his life.

Wrapping an arm underneath to grip the back of her neck, his cock ground against her warm core. Simulating what was to come. Hazel eyes drifted closed at the sensuous friction. “Eyes open sweetheart,” he prompted with a small shake of her neck, “Let me see you Love.”

Sereza complied, though with considerable difficulty. Simon’s rocking hips hit all the right spots, making heat pool low in her stomach and amber eyes glaze over.

A smirk drew the corner of his mouth up. “That feel good, sweet girl?” If the wetness seeping through their clothing was any indication it very much did, yet he wanted to hear her express it. Sereza’s eyebrows knitted together as she nodded enthusiastically. She clawed at his shirt with increasing fervor and without warning, Simon broke contact and sat up on his knees. Sereza bemoaned the sudden lack of his touch. The Brit chuckled at her complaining and gazed down at his love. Partially naked, wet, and her skin flushed. Waiting for him.

But his stomach was churning.

Wanting to push on rather than give in to rampant thoughts that threatened to bring everything about tonight to a standstill, Simon reached for the hem of his shirt.

And froze.

Ghost blinked hard, fighting the tunneling of his vision.

His little one came to his rescue again. “You look like you need to stop, Si. Do you?” She laid her hands over his still holding the bottom of his shirt.

Well – yes and no. While he was beginning to feel overwhelmed, Simon was also stubbornly determined to finally show Sereza how much he cherished her. Plus he was also fairly positive that if he stopped now his painful erection might actually kill him so… maybe if he slowed down some? While he got his mind right again?

Forcing down his trepidation, Simon affectionately stroked his knuckles over the soft skin of her cheek. “You’re so important to me, Sereza. I love you so much and I’ve wanted you so… so fucking badly all of this time,” he spoke, desire deepening his voice and making his accent more pronounced. “I want to be honest with you, and not keep things from you anymore. I don’t… I don’t know that I can do this, but I want to try. I just– I need to go slow. Really slow.”

She held his wrist near her face, caressing the back of his hand. “We will do whatever you say mi amor. As much or as little as you want and we will stop the second you say because you have complete control, okay?”

“…okay,” he whispered.

Sereza paused for a spell. It was obvious he wanted this, but the sheer amount of pain he held made this level of vulnerability terrifying. We need some safe boundaries. She would be crystal clear on what her ghost was comfortable with and he would know exactly where her hands would and would not go so it should, she hoped, reduce his anxiety. “Can you help me know where is okay for me to touch you?” she asked.

“Uh,” Ghost’s eyes flicked to the side. This felt weird. “Well, my shoulders and up is good. And my chest.”

“Like here?” she asked, lowering her hands down near his diaphragm.

Simon flinched away violently, “N-no…” She snatched her hands back instantly, holding them up.

He took a second; a few deep breaths, and closed his eyes. Sereza knew he’d been hung by the ribs, but she didn’t know where the scar from it was and had been precariously close to it. That was his fault; he should have told her. Simon brought her hand up and kissed it reassuringly – both for her, to show her she hadn’t done anything wrong and he was okay, as well as for himself. That it was Sereza that held and touched him this time. “Not quite that low. Please.”

“Arms?” Truthfully, Sereza already knew those were a safe, non-threatening place. She touched his arms all the time but reestablishing their safety didn’t hurt. Plus it was an excuse to glide her fingers over his tattoo sleeve, which Ghost often said was soothing to him. All-in-all, a good way to take the pressure off Simon’s mind so he could calm down.

“Yeah arms are good,” he straightforwardly answered.

“What about hips?” His little one’s hands hovered near his lower stomach without touching.

Simon’s eyes widened as he tried to discern how he felt about that one. She had touched him there before, and lower. But only twice – once while he covered her eyes and another accidentally while she was asleep. He enjoyed both instances immensely, but tonight though was altogether different. He would be fully exposed to her… someone would see and feel all of him for the first time since Roba had…

“Don’t,” Sereza finished for him quickly as she watched his abyssal eyes lose focus again.

“Yeah don’t,” he shook his head. Ghost’s gaze became hollow and his body stilled above her. A tell-tale sign he may be shutting down.

Time to try a distraction. Moving her palms over Ghost’s broad chest, Sereza purposefully skimmed over his nipples. Just barely. Only enough for the sensation to reach him through the fog.

Simon’s mind snapped back to the present. Her hands fisted into his shirt and gave the gentlest tug. “I really wanna kiss you,” she hummed, looking up at him through her lashes as she shifted closer to him.

Simon grinned, having caught onto her plan. For all the fuss that others made about how mysterious and hard to read he was, Sereza sure had an easy time of it. Effortlessly hauling him from the dark recesses of his damaged mind. The heart he’d once assured Johnny was cold filled with warmth at Sereza’s actions because it showed she truly saw and understood him.

Dipping his head low, Ghost's warm breath fanned over her plump lips. “What’re you gonna do about it then?” his gravelly voice teased.

His beauty raised an eyebrow before she shocked him by tugging him closer until her naked chest was pressed flush against his and licking up his neck to his chin, pausing a hair’s breadth from kissing him as if daring him to finish what she started.

Blood rushing southward once more, Simon seized her under the jaw and crashed their lips together. Boldy dominating her mouth. Small palms roamed over his shoulders, up his neck to his nape, and down again toward his pecs. Tingles pleasantly prickled across his skin. Ghost’s chest rumbled as he sighed, “Your touch feels good Love.”

Sereza grinned into their kiss. “I like touching you,” she murmured. She brushed over his nipples again, causing Ghost’s muscles to quiver at her touch. His breath caught. “You like that?” her quiet voice asked.

“Yeah,” his husky growl responded, “Felt… it felt nice.” No one had ever touched him like that before, and Ghost didn’t think he’d like it but he was pleasantly surprised.

Carefully observing his expression, Sereza softly ran her nails over them. Simon inhaled sharply, the sensation sending a searing heat straight to his groin. Distantly he wondered what other surprises she had for him; what else she might do.

Not tonight – he could only conquer so many inner demons at one time – but perhaps eventually. An exceedingly entertaining thought.

Deciding he was more than sufficiently distracted now, Ghost pulled her small body close. “What if I touch you?” he mumbled near her ear while lightly nibbling the sensitive skin below.

Sereza caressed down the planes of his hard chest. “Mmm,” she moaned, “Yes please.”

Kissing and licking his way down her olive skin, Ghost laid her down on the bed again, working his way down to her stomach. His fingers toyed with the top of her leggings. “Can I take these off?” he asked her throatily. At her consent, Simon sat back and tugged the snug leggings down. Tossing them uncaringly behind him, dark eyes took the view of his beauty. Caramel curls fanned out around her, nude except for a single small piece of clothing, legs shut and drawn up protectively. The image burned into Ghost’s memory.

As wild as the sight drove him, Simon could sense her nervousness. Which wouldn’t do.

Warm palms rested on her knees as he took in his love’s doe-eyed appearance, the hint of blush on her cheeks. “You’re breathtaking Love,” his deep baritone whispered. Rough hands mapped her small, lithe frame as he explored every inch of her. “So fucking beautiful.” Slowly, always, giving her ample time to push him away if she wanted to stop, pushing no further until they were both ready, his battle-worn hands slid down her sides, splayed over her stomach, and hooked into the lacey edge of her panties. Simon paused and glanced back at his little one. Sereza lifted her hips, so Ghost tugged the black lace down along her smooth legs before dropping them over the edge of the bed.

Once again, Sereza’s legs pulled up close to her hips. Simon rubbed his hands over her thighs while leaving tiny kisses on her bent knees, giving her time. Feeling her muscles begin to relax, he lightly pressed against the insides of her knees, encouraging her to open for him while keeping his eyes on her for any sign she wanted to stop or was uncomfortable. His beauty hesitated only a breath of a second before relenting.

And allowed Ghost to spread her legs.

His midnight gaze adhered to the wet slit on full display for him. “Fuuuucking hell,” her ghost rasped as he at last had his first look at her, heart pounding out of his chest. “Holy fucking shit,” he breathed, the view having robbed him of most of his words. “Fuck… you’re so incredible, Gorgeous.” Attention entirely absorbed by her sex, the Brit’s hand absentmindedly dropped to the enormous bulge in his pants, palming his covered cock.

“Si?” a soft voice called to him.

Ghost’s stare immediately broke at her call. Leaning back over her, they whispered sweet words back and forth to one another, calming one another. Physician or not, it was still her first time with a man. Only when the worry left her eyes did he return his attention to her body.

“Can I make a small confession?” he asked, continuing at her murmured assent, “I’ve never… pleasured a woman before.”

“So I get to be your first?” Sereza smiled up at her ghost.

He flashed a sentimental grin back at his little one, “Affirmative sweetheart.” Lowering his face, he trailed slow, meticulous nibbles and licks down her neck. His body resting between her legs, Ghost’s mouth made its way down to her chest, lavishing warm licks from one breast to the other. Taking time to suck at each before his large hands slid down the sides of her torso as he continued to work his way along Sereza’s body. Past her ribs, her navel, before finally reaching where he’d dreamed of being for the past months.

Gripping the back of her calves gently, Simon opened her legs further. The bright pink flesh stood out against her olive skin. Open and wet for him. “God… look at you,” he rasped. "So gorgeous, so wet..."

“All for you, my love.”

Ghost let out a deep, greedy growl, “All for me.” Lowering onto his forearms, he kissed along the inside of her thighs, relishing her small noises. Continuing to coat her tan skin in wet kisses, leaving subtle petal-shaped marks in his wake, he moved closer to the flushed pink lips of her core. Palms sliding underneath to grip the sides of her hips, Ghost lightly nipped at the skin around her center. Soothing the small marks with a lick afterward, listening as Sereza mewled with each nip of his teeth.

A tentative lick up her slit.

Sereza let out a loud gasp as her body arched up off the mattress. He licked her again and was rewarded with a similar response. She was already panting though he’d hardly done anything yet.

Craving more of her reactions, Simon’s hands spread her pink lips apart and his mouth latched onto the bundle of nerves above the dripping entrance. Sereza loudly moaned at the sensation but had the presence of mind to swiftly cover her mouth.

“Jesus,” he moaned against her wet flesh, “you taste so sweet.” His tongue delved into the tight hole, “… my beautiful girl, holy fuck…” Ghost wrapped his arms under her trembling thighs, holding her firmly in place as he unabashedly ate his fill of her.

Clawing fingers of her free hand sunk into her pillow, needing something – anything – to keep her grounded while Ghost feasted on her.

The noises he coaxed from his love, her mouth-watering taste, and the squelching sounds of a woman being pleasured were driving Simon out of his mind. Making him almost delirious with need. Without slowing down in his feast, the Brit angled his lower body so he could press his raging erection against the mattress to relieve some of the building pressure. Making him groan, which in turn made his beauty’s toes curl when the vibrations radiated through her.

Lifting his head, Ghost took in Sereza’s heaving chest and curls tousled from all her writhing. Expression blissful as she panted from what pleasure he’d given her thus far.

With a deep inhale, he sat up and lifted his shirt swiftly over his head. Dropping it beside him – close by just in case his mind decided to act up again. He was absurdly appreciative Sereza still had her eyes closed for the moment. Leaning back over her, Simon cupped her face tenderly, raining small kisses along her jawline and cheek.

Sereza turned toward her ghost, nuzzling against his profile. Hands trailed up his biceps until she paused once she came to his shoulders. Honey-colored eyes, dazed and curious, opened when she felt only warm skin instead of a shirt.

His expression scarcely concealing his uneasiness, Simon didn’t dare breathe while he waited for her reaction to the feeling of his mutilated skin. ‘I will still love you and be with you regardless’ she had said. Fucking hell he hoped that was true.

Half of his brain had faith in his little one and all the care she had demonstrated for him thus far, while the other half screamed at him to put his shirt back on, convinced that his girlfriend would be as repulsed by his appearance as Simon was himself.

Sereza’s fingertips brushed across muscled shoulders, up to his jaw and back down his neck, slowing at the collarbones and feeling the countless scars of war and torture, both deep and superficial. Meanwhile her ghost was motionless. A massive unblinking statue looming above her. Clearly fighting an internal war with himself. Wrapping him in her arms, Sereza began kissing everywhere she could easily reach. Along his cheek and jaw, just as he had done with her moments ago, then over his adam’s apple and down the scarred flesh to the notch at the base of his throat. Humming appreciatively.

The static filling his mind retreated at her actions. Burying his face into her curls, he exhaled a shuddering breath and wrapped an arm across her back, holding Sereza to him in a firm embrace. Silently thanking every heavenly being in existence that his beauty didn’t hate him.

Ghost’s blood quit pounding in his ears now that his clearing mind was focused on the naked woman dwarfed below him. He could feel his shaft beginning to strain against his sweats and boxers again; the short-lived anxiety having wilted his arousal somewhat. Still supporting her back, Ghost’s other hand pinned her hips to the bed as he began to grind his cock against her core.

Sereza’s fingers found his on her hip and curled around them as she moaned. Their foreheads touched, obsidian and hazel staring back at one another, heavy-lidded, breath mingling as they began to pant from the building pleasure. “Si-Simon,” came a breathy call, “does that… feel good?” she asked. Attempting to keep him present and grounded in the moment with her.

Ghost’s eyelids fluttered closed as he nodded, breathing heavily. Eyebrows knitted together and a light sweat coated his skin from the effort of holding himself back from ramming his throbbing cock into her. The feeling of Sereza naked in his arms, grinding his sensitive erection against her heat, and listening to her voice would make quick work of him before long.

But one more thing had to go first.

After a kiss full of reverent adoration, Ghost swiftly sat up and pushed the sweats and boxers down from his waist.

Sereza gasped as the bulbous tip of his cock peeked over the waistband. Eyes widening and her mouth falling open as more of Ghost’s thick shaft was revealed to her for the first time. Several dark veins standing out against his pale skin and an impressive amount of girth. The darker head pointing at her, seemingly pleading for attention.

Her small hand reached out, pausing halfway between their bodies as she looked up at her ghost towering above her. Simon gave her a subtle nod but it didn’t seem to her that he was truly consenting willingly. But rather forced, and Sereza didn’t want him to force himself. Not through this. Adjusting her approach, her hand rested on the middle of his stomach instead, just above his navel.

Abs involuntarily flexed under her touch and Simon inhaled sharply through his nose. Abyssal irises flicked between his love’s face and her hand on his stomach as he tried to determine what she was doing, not understanding until she moved downward a few centimeters while holding eye contact with him.

She was asking permission. Giving him an opportunity to say no if he wanted. To decide for himself what happened next.

Such a considerate and caring action stunned him. Another reminder of how safe he was with his little one. Nothing would happen that they didn’t both want. Ghost sidled up a bit closer and picked up her hand from his stomach, bringing it to his lips to kiss the wrist in gratitude. “I’m okay Love,” he whispered with a small tender smile, looking down at Sereza over her knuckles, “you can touch me.”

No way Simon was turning back now after coming this far. Guiding her wrist down, he brought her hand to his cock where she curled her dainty fingers around his length. Just as he had the first time, he dropped his hand and allowed her to explore him at her own pace.

A low groan vibrated out of his chest when Sereza tightened her grip and began moving her hand up and down in a firm stroke. Half-aware, Ghost’s hips pressed forward just slightly, moving in time with her. When his sac began to tighten much too soon, he quickly and clumsily shed his clothing the rest of the way.

“Actually have… two confessions,” Simon panted, “I haven’t…” Fuck’s sake, he thought to himself, how in the hell should he phrase this? “Never, uh… finished with anyone.”

He'd seen to his partner's satisfaction, but not his own. He hadn't allowed himself to. It had been something too intimate for his mind to handle. Allowing someone to get too close. So he'd always finished it himself afterward.

Sereza’s bright eyes only shined back at him with all the love they always held. Never holding any judgment. Simon breathed a bit easier now that she didn’t appear put off by his admissions. “You’re the best thing I never knew I needed, and I don’t wanna do anything to risk losing you so… think about what you want when it’s time for… that.”

“You won’t lose me. Ever. But what about you? What do you want Si?”

Ghost shook his head and groaned again at a particularly pleasant stroke. “Doesn’t matter what I want,” he replied contrarily, looking down to watch her hand stroke him.

A conditioned response, she knew, and one she wasn’t letting go this time.

“Simon,” he stilled at her tone and looked back into amber eyes. “What you want absolutely matters. Especially right now. You have a voice in this too so please tell me, amor, what do you want?”

What I want matters… the Brit silently repeated to himself.

Repairing all the damage from his past was arduous work, but Simon was learning that it was far easier when he listened to what his other half told him. He gulped, suddenly feeling oddly… shy… about what he wanted to say.

Though he’d sooner go jogging through a minefield than admit that out loud.

“I want,” Simon began, “…to finish inside,” he muttered, carefully scanning her features for signs of disgust. But it was the truth. He wanted the complete experience with her. Only with her.

“Inside?” Sereza asked.

Her ghost nodded almost imperceptibly with bated breath. Just as his nerves were about to get the better of him, to convince him he’d offended her, fucked everything up just as his father said he would, his beauty smiled and tightened her grip, thumb running over the slit on his tip and making Simon’s body jolt pleasantly. “I'd like that,” she purred seductivelye even as a light pink tinted her cheeks.

Simon blinked dumbly at her a second before huffing out a breath he’d been holding. Sereza smiled brightly at his obvious relief.

Sitting upright, Simon removed her hand and peered down between their bodies, taking a moment to relish finally being between her legs and admiring his view of Sereza from his height. Naked, wet, and spread open for him. Fucking hell she was lovely like this. Before his brain could interrupt their night again, Ghost lined up the tip of his cock with her entrance. “I’ll be easy. Yell at me or… something… if you need me to stop.”

His beauty nodded and opened her legs wider to accommodate his large frame. Holding himself with one hand, Ghost brushed his weeping cockhead over her, coating it in her arousal. With his other hand, he gently played with the swollen nub to coax more wetness from her body. He began sliding his heavy length along her slit to prepare them both for his intrusion.

Sereza wrapped her arms around him. Bracing herself.

Prodding gently, Ghost grit his teeth as he began to breach the small entrance. The sensation of just pushing his tip past the outer lips was wildly sinful.

Inch by agonizingly delightful inch, Simon penetrated her hot core. “Fuuucking hell you’re tight,” he gasped as he fought her inner muscles to push further inside. He knew she would be of course, but he hadn’t quite anticipated such a vice-like grip. The feeling of her warm walls slowly enveloping him had Ghost seeing stars. “Fu-fuck, god… you’re so… fucking small. Holy fuuucking hell, uughh,” his throaty baritone vibrated throughout his chest.

His cock and brain both demanded he hurry the hell up, but Simon held himself back – by the skin of his teeth – resolutely refusing to hurt Sereza before it was time. His advances halted when his tip prodded against something deeper inside her. Something in the way. A barrier… the Brit’s eyes widened, having realized he’d reached her maidenhead. “I… I feel it… fuck,” Simon rasped.

He held still, anxious. Once he moved he would break it. The woman he loved would be his, completely and forever just as he would be hers… but Simon would have to hurt her to do it. Dark brown eyes glued themselves to amber, wordlessly pleading. He didn’t even know what for but, just – damn it, something. Some miracle that would spare them both from the pain that was coming.

Sereza’s senses snapped back to earth at the feeling of her Brit no longer moving. “Talk to me, amor,” she whispered at seeing his overcast expression, “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I-I don’t know that I can do this. When I… it’ll hurt you.”

His love smiled reassuringly while combing her nails through his blond waves. “It probably will some, but it doesn’t last very long and it’s not like what you’re thinking.”

“You’ll bleed.”

“Maybe. Or maybe not,” she said rather matter-of-factly. “Actually most women don’t. But even if I do, it’s only a little. Whatever happens Si, I promise you I’ll be okay.”

“You’re sure you want this? Me, as your first?”

Sereza pulled his head down for a deep kiss. Her fingers traced across a few scars on his face, “I will always want and choose you. Because I love you. But also, we don’t have to do this for me to still love you and stay with you.”

Tucking a curl behind her ear, he peppered small kisses across her cheeks and down her neck where he buried his face. “I love you too. So fucking much.” Holding her as close as he could manage, Ghost quickly thrust his hips forward, breaking through the barrier and bottoming out inside her.

Sereza yelped, her body stiff and trembling under him, nails digging into his back. Simon’s throat seized up at the sound of her pain. Cupping the back of her head, he screwed his eyes shut and pulled her closer to him, caging her small form within his arms as he whispered how sorry he was for hurting her. Something damp fell on his skin and Simon’s heart nearly shattered. His love was crying.

“I-I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” He couldn’t take this, her suffering because of him. Because of something he’d done. This was unconscionably selfish of him and now he’d hurt her, just like he always knew he would. She was hurting and crying all because of him and his fucking selfish desires.

Right when he was about to pull out and call the whole thing off his little one blew out a few deep breaths and her hands eased their death grip on his shoulders. Gentle arms now held him close just as they had countless times before tonight. Chancing a look at her, Simon lifted his head, fearful of what he might see.

Brilliant hazel irises met his midnight ones. No tears or traces of pain. “I’m okay mi amor,” she smiled, continuing with soft little assurances and his favorite head scratches when her ghost still seemed rattled.

“You cried,” he whispered hoarsely, “I made you cry...”

Sereza quickly put a stop to that, pressing her fingers against his lips while shaking her head. “It made my eyes water but no Love, I wasn’t crying.” Slender legs moved against his thighs and silken muscles fluttered along his hardness, making Ghost tense and hiss through his teeth. “I’m just fine mi amor, I promise. But could you maybe start slow? You’re kinda… big,” Sereza finished with a small laugh and raising her eyebrows.

Blood pounding in his ears, Ghost nodded at her request. Whatever she wanted. Anything in the world, just as long as he didn’t have to see or hear her in pain ever again.

Only now, with his beauty calm, could Simon relax again and focus on the feeling of being sheathed within her body. The Brit couldn’t recall ever feeling anything so exquisitely perfect. All his dreams and fantasies didn’t do the goddess beneath him any justice at all. “You’re so beautiful,” he rumbled, each and every muscle in his body taut. “All the time but… especially like this. So gorgeous. So warm…” The hot walls flexed and hugged around his cock as if unsure whether to force him out or draw him in further. A sensation that made his erection throb excruciatingly and compelled him to begin moving. “You-you’re so wet… god… you feel so fucking good.”

Simon kissed her lips with all the passion he could as he embraced her small frame tighter. “You’re mine now. All… mine,” he growled, accentuating his words with the first movement of his hips. “I love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one has… been inside you. They don’t… get to have you,” Simon wheezed while he unhurriedly pumped in and out of her. Moving slowly as she’d asked. His love’s head pressed back against the pillow with a moan as Ghost drove his cock in. Filling and stretching her, forcing her body to open up for him. Each movement both gentle and intense. Knocking stilted breaths from her lungs with every snap of his hips against hers.

“Simon…,” Sereza whimpered between small uneven gasps.

The Brit hissed through his teeth. “Say it again,” his gravelly voice demanded.

“Simon…,” she bit down on her lip, “S-Si… more… please…”

Ghost stared. Did she just… beg?

Ohhhh he liked that.

Taking her lips in an ardent kiss, he picked up his pace. Feeling only too happy to oblige. His love groaned into the kiss. When the need to breathe forced them apart her mouth drifted over to his neck, just below his ear, before working its way down to his shoulder. Ghost’s heart began to pound. He increased his pace a bit more. Jostling her small frame and making her whimper against his neck.

Bloody hell she was responsive. While they drove him magnificently irrational with lust, Ghost didn’t particularly care for others hearing Sereza’s sounds. Those belonged to him. Only him. Combined with her working on his neck like she was, and how wonderful she felt wrapped around him, was bringing his orgasm on sooner than Ghost wanted. He wouldn’t allow himself to finish until his beauty did.

Removing her from his throat, Simon placed his palm over her mouth. “This okay?” Sereza nodded frantically back at him with bleary eyes. A look that made his cock throb. “My good girl… All… mine,” he ground out, punctuating his words with a hard thrust that made Sereza groan deeply and squeeze around his shaft. A low, carnal growl from Ghost’s chest shuddered through them both. “You like that do you? Like being my good girl?” Another strong squeeze at his words stole his breath, “Holy fuck, ugh!... I love feeling you clench around me like that.”

Restraint gone, Ghost’s pace and force increased.

Sereza’s thighs began trembling against his hips, telling him she was already close. His heavy sac began to draw up tightly; he wouldn’t last any longer either. Slipping a hand between their sweaty bodies, Simon began rubbing her sensitive flesh, causing her to wildly thrash from side to side. “That’s my sweet girl. Let me feel you… come for me, Gorgeous,” Ghost commanded as he lengthened his thrusts, every roll of his hips catching her sweet spot perfectly. “Be a good girl… come for me sweetheart.”

Dazed amber eyes rolled closed as her spine bowed off the bed while she cried out beneath his hand. Molten-wet walls clamped down on his shaft, causing heat to explode within his veins. Liquid fire shot through his every nerve and down through his cock as he buried himself to the hilt. Groaning loudly through bared teeth at each pulse. Giving a few small thrusts as he came.

Behind his eyelids, Simon’s vision flashed white at the intensity of emptying himself inside the woman he loved. A feeling closer to paradise than anything he’d experienced before. The gasping lieutenant withdrew slowly and sat back on his heels as he held Sereza’s knees apart to look down between her legs at his semen seeping out of her slit.

Holy shit!

A sight that would have made him come a second time if he’d had any left in him.

His woman, lying naked in his bed and looking thoroughly pleasured because of him, had Simon feeling ridiculously proud of himself. As well as ridiculously in love. Slinking back up her tired body, Simon’s thumb brushed over her lush, parted lips before he tasted her sweet mouth once more. “God how I love you Sereza,” he sighed once pulling free from her lips.

“Mmmm… Yo también te amo, amado mio.”

Still winded from his orgasm, Simon chuckled weakly. “English, sweetheart,” he playfully groused.

Sereza mumbled random nonsense as she furrowed her eyebrows, trying to switch her brain back over. “I love you too, my love,” she murmured, finally able to string enough thoughts together to form an intelligible sentence.

“Say it again? The ‘I love you’ part?”

“Te. Amo,” she enunciated carefully.

“…Te amo,” Simon tried. Sereza tiredly nodded at his attempt. “Te amo,” he repeated confidently. If she had learned his language then it was only fair that he should learn at least some of hers. It also felt right that his first phrase was ‘I love you.’

“Sí, perfecto,” she praised with a peck on his cheek.

"Te amo Sereza, um… so much.” Sereza burst with giggles and Simon couldn’t help joining her, the melodious sound heaven to his ears and a balm to his soul.

“M-muchísimo,” she corrected, despite her giggle fit.

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Sereza sighed softly as she woke up in her Brit’s embrace. Laying still for a moment as she relished the feeling of Ghost’s naked body spooned against her own unclothed one, arm draped over her waist and curled up by her chest. Even in his sleep, the massive arms held her both lovingly and protectively.

After some careful maneuvering, Sereza managed to turn herself around to face him. Between the weight of his arm and trying to not wake him, it was slow-going, but fortunately her ghost remained fast asleep. Idyllically handsome in the early morning sunrays coming through his window.

Tilting her gaze up, Sereza admired his peacefully sleeping face, his strong jawline, and how the morning sun hit his features just right. Simon deserved every moment of peace he could get; he’d more than earned it in her opinion. Honey irises scanned his broad chest as it steadily rose and fell with Simon’s quiet breaths, taking in every scar, every evidence of a past he’d fought to escape until she landed on the large scar at the bottom of his rib cage. The mangled gash left behind by the hook he'd been hung from, many shades darker than his alabaster skin. A reminder of unfathomable pain that stood out in stark contrast to the rest of him.

“It bother you?” a velvety baritone rumbled from above her.

The feeling of her breath hitting his exposed skin had woken him and he found her staring at the scar from where he’d been hung. Simon’s fear resurfaced tenfold as he watched and waited for her answer.

Sereza met his guarded, unblinking eyes staring back at her from where he still rested on his pillow before she turned away and pressed her lips against the middle of the scar. Trailing lingering kisses over the full length of the old wound.

Ghost couldn’t breathe or look away.

His little one showered the same attention on every scar she found as she kissed a path up to his mouth. “I love you Si. You, all that you are and just as you are.” Sereza knew it would take time for her Brit to believe those words, to let them replace the toxic words of his father and his own self-hatred, and she silently promised Ghost she’d be always there to remind him, no matter how many times he needed to hear it.

Cupping his face lovingly, they kissed with all the tender affection they could summon. She sighed against his lips once their kiss wound down, “Good morning Si.”

“Mm, yes it is,” the Brit smiled back as he caressed her bare back, loving the feeling of her naked body pressed against his own nude one. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you last night, did I?”

Sereza shook her head and smiled beatifically down at her ghost, “I’m wonderful. Just a bit sore is all.”

Being a virgin, Simon knew she would be, especially with how small she was compared to him, but it didn’t stop guilt from brewing. “What about you?” Her question drew Ghost away from encroaching dark thoughts, “How do you feel after last night?”

Simon pulled Sereza in for another long kiss. “Amazing, Love.”

XXXXX

It physically pained Ghost to watch Sereza’s divine figure disappear as she dressed, but responsibility called. The military still wanted things done, and regrettably they couldn’t spend the entire day naked in bed – no matter how much they both wished to.

For him, there were new operatives to train and his little one had patients to see. Not much either of them could do about it except sneak a quick goodbye kiss and go their separate ways down the corridor.

Ghost rolled his blackened eyes at the recruits’ ineptitude. He understood they were new and learning but good god climbing a half-wall should not be this fucking difficult.

His pocket vibrated and the Brit fished out his phone. Lucky for the recruits, the other lieutenant would have to handle them. A text from Price lit up the screen:

Need to talk to you. My office in 10. And bring your lady.

A towering skull mask opened the captain’s squeaky door and stood aside for the petite female to enter.

“Some… comments… were made to me about you two.” Price was speaking seriously and Sereza felt her chest become tight. Was the captain about to forbid Ghost from having a relationship with her?

Her own commander couldn’t care less about relationships as long as everyone still did their job and there wasn’t any drama, but had someone higher up in the SAS found out and ordered Price to intervene? Ghost was a valuable asset; did they not want him distracted or encumbered by a relationship? That would make sense…

Internally her every fiber began preparing to fight for him. No matter who or what rank she had to go up against, she would not give up Simon.

Perfectly attuned to his little one, a large comforting hand discreetly grazed across her lower back.

“You’re being moved,” Price said to his lieutenant. “Effective immediately.”

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Forever a Winner

Summary: You attend the Golden Globes with your boyfriend Pedro to support him. He doesn't win, much to your disappointment as you know he deserves the award. He doesn't let it bother him but his injured arm definitely is affecting him. You give him some much needed TLC at the end of the night.

A/N: This is pure fluff and sweetness and love. I don't care though. The world could do with some more of the lovey dovey stuff in my opinion :)

Warnings: None, just love. Reader has no physical description, so feel free to let your imagination run wild. Use of Y/N.

You couldn't be more proud. Sitting next to the man you love, unconditionally, watching his warm brown eyes light up his rugged features you find yourself completely absorbed in his joy, his humility, his very being. The Golden Globes awards is in full swing and to be just nominated is a fantastic achievement in and of itself. You know Pedro deserves the nomination, he deserves the award and your fingers, hell even your toes are crossed for him!

Alas it was not meant to be. However you are absolutely awed by his grace and acceptance at not being awarded and at his genuine happiness and support for kieran Culkin. Pedro didn't win and unfortunately The Last of Us didn't win any awards either but that obviously didn't dampen the night for him. But as the evening went on you could tell by Pedro's body language that he was growing increasingly uncomfortable. "Is it your arm?" you whisper as you lean into his ear. "Yeah," Pedro replies with a twinge of discomfort evident on his face. "We left in such a rush I forgot to grab my pain meds."

You roll your eyes and huff, endearingly. "Trust you," you joshed while rubbing your hand up and down his uninjured arm. A small smile unfurled from Pedro in return. "Will you be okay?" you ask, all playfulness banished from your voice. You hate knowing he's in pain and there's nothing you can do to help him right now. "I'll be fine, baby," he replies casually but you're not convinced. You tenderly hold his good hand and rub soothing 'I'm here, I've got you' circles along his knuckles with your thumb. His hand instinctively replies to your comforting gesture by lightly squeezing your fingers in return.

By the end of the night it was clear that Pedro was masking the pain and you couldn't wait to get him home and take care of him. In all fairness to him he played the part well; smiling for photo's, reacquainting with fellow actors and giving the camera's his usual goofy cheer. Only you could see how his injury was truly affecting him. Another testament to his amazing acting skills, you thought with a fond smile.

*****

As soon as you both arrived home you headed straight to the cabinet to get Pedro's painkillers while telling him you'd meet him upstairs. Entering the bedroom you see Pedro has already shed his trousers but was struggling to remove the sling. "God damn it!" he muttered sharply under his breath. "Ped, let me do that," you offered and quickly placed the glass of water and tablets on the nightstand by his side of the bed. He was obviously frustrated at not being able to do the simplest of tasks but he didn't reject your help or your concern.

"I'm like an invalid," he half laughed, half grumbled. "Maybe...," you teased with a smirk as you carefully opened the sling, gently lowering his arm and proceeding to unbutton his shirt. "But your my invalid and I'm gonna look after you." After helping Pedro into his PJ's and securing his arm inside the sling he slunk his other arm around your waist, pulling you closer to place a chaste peck on your lips. "Thank you, Y/N," he breathed, looking at you with adoration. "What would I do without you, hmm?" "Well, you'd forget to take these for starters!" You grinned as you passed him the pills and glass. Pedro laughs and shakes his head. "You're probably right," he concedes, then downs the pills.

Pedro watches as you discard your evening wear and slip on your pyjama shorts and top, his eyes scanning every inch of you. Not in a sexual way this time (although those times are always enjoyable). No, this time it's simply a look of love, appreciating what he has with you and all you do for him. How you supported him tonight, how you're always understanding when he has to spend weeks, even months away filming, how you've always treated him like a human being and not an idolised, imagined enigma that so many see him as. To you he's just your Pedro as that's more than okay by him.

Even now after an exhausting night you are still eager to show your devotion to him in the form of TLC. He know's one thing for sure; He'll never take you for granted! Pedro pulls the quilt back to get into bed, then pulls away the quilt on your side, extending his arm to tuck you into his chest, knowing full well it's your favourite way to sleep. But tonight you have other ideas. "Nuh uh...," you shake your head as you slip in beside him and lower his arm. He looks at you confusedly, his big brown puppy dog eyes cautiously searching your face.

"I'm taking care of you, remember?" you say softly as you make him shuffle down in the bed so you can wrap him up in your arms. His head rests on your chest and you listen to him sigh as you enjoy the feeling of the weight and warmth of him. You languidly run your fingers through his wavy hair, admiring the detailed blend of brown and grey woven throughout. You know this is Pedro's Achilles's Heel. Just a few moments of slowly stroking his hair always calms and soothes him into an almost catatonic state.

"Babe?..." you murmur sweetly. "Hmm?..." Pedro answers sleepily. "I'm so proud of you... you know that?" Your heart is so full of love for this man you think you might just burst! He stirs a little and asks, "Why? I didn't win." There was no bitterness or regret in his voice. He is simply stating a fact. Humble as always, you say inwardly. "You don't need to win an award to show what I, your family and friends, and millions of people worldwide already know - that you're a talented and passionate actor and a compassionate human being, and that's why I'm so proud of you." You tighten your arms around his shoulders as the last few words are spoken with intensity.

You feel a smile stretch it's way across Pedro's jaw against your chest, causing you to smile too. "You're finally getting the recognition you deserve after years and years of hard work, and things are only going to keep getting better for you. One day you will win, I know it, weather it's a Golden Globe, an Emmy or an Oscar, and I'll be there cheering you on." Pedro is silent for a moment and you think maybe he's fallen asleep, until he clears his throat a few seconds later. "What did I do to deserve you, Y/N?" His voice is choked with emotion as if he is holding tears back. He wishes he could hug you properly right now, itching to rip off the sling and hold you tight in his arms but he has to settle for smoothing your side, his fingertips being the only part of his arm he can move.

A deep sigh escapes you and you tilt his chin up so he's looking into your face. With a smile of pure love and affection you gush, "Just being you...and everything that makes you you." Pedro sits up and pulls you to sit up with him. He gazes deeply into your eyes causing you to forget everything for a moment. All that exists are those warm caramel eyes boring into the deepest parts of your soul. Pedro slowly brings his hand to the side of your head and kisses you fervently, his fingers cupping the back of your head and this thumb tenderly caressing the apple of your cheek.

Pedro ends the kiss but leans back in to place a peck on the tip of your nose, as if he misses you already. "Thank you, baby!" he cooed with glistening eyes. "You have no idea what you mean to me, what your support means to me. Tonight was the best night of my life." "It was?..." you smile, slightly confused. "Yes!" Pedro answers with conviction, "because you were there beside me. I could have won tonight and it would mean nothing if you weren't there with me. I love you so much!" Pedro declares as he pulls you into another passionate kiss. You release a little moan as the kiss leaves your lips and travels to your neck, then to your shoulder as he pulls you into him for a hug.

"I love you too, Ped," your purr quietly into his ear and wrap your arms around his shoulders. This man is your whole world and you swear you've never been happier than you are in this moment. "How's your arm feeling now?" you ask while stroking the back of his neck. "It's feeling a lot better now," Pedro chuckles, touched by your endless concern. "Good," you breathed a sigh of relief as you lay down and gently pull Pedro down with you to lay his head back on your chest. Placing a feather light kiss atop his soft curls you whisper "Let's get some sleep. Goodnight, baby." "Sweet dreams my love," Pedro sighs as he snuggles as close to you as possible, falling asleep to the calming rhythm of your heartbeat.

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hey babe 💕 hope your day is going well! if the idea clicks with you, here's a request! but, no worries if you don't vibe w/ it <3 anyways, would you be up to writing a felipe drugovich x fem!reader, where usually their sex is very sweet and lovey, and its good, but reader decide she wants to ask for something different. she sits down to talk to him all like "please don't take this wrong" and is super worried he'll hate the idea but she asks him to take it rough with her sometime and boy, he delivers 🫣 ( + spanking kink <3 )

My oh my...

Summary: felipe was sweet and lovely, but too much for your taste, so you decide to change things a bit - and he's into it.

Rating: +18

Warnings: explicit !!!! oral (f! and m! recieving), p with plot, unprotected s*x, spanking (kink), blindfold, maybe some mouth f*cking, praise kink. PURE FILFTH

Word count: 2.2k

Notes: it was supposed to be a drabble . it was supposed to be around 0.9k words. ended up a full one shot. i'm more impressed than you think .

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Their bodies were clinging together, his face was against your neck as he let out low moans. You had already reached your climax, and he was reaching his. He was mumbling incoherent things in Portuguese and you thought it was adorable.

His body crashed against the mattress and he held your hand, kissing it lightly, and you smiled and laid your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes and enjoying the rest. He was so sweet and caring, so different from the others.

Days later and there was something bothering you lately about having sex with him and you didn't know what it was, he was perfect, loving, took time with you and treated you like a princess, there was no reason to be picking on that. Since he was away for the first race of the season, you took that time to think about what was going wrong, what you felt was missing, not least because you always got there, always, often more than once.

Of course google was your source to understand what you might be feeling, because the love was there, the hard-on was there, what was missing?

And well, you found what you could possibly add. It wasn't that you had a missing piece, but a few things that could be added sometimes. Now came the hardest part, talking to him and seeing if he was okay with that. The biggest fear was that he would feel offended or even angry that you kept it from him and you didn't want to get to that point, of fighting over sex "issues".

You waited until he had the week's break between Bahrain and Jeddah. He arrived at your London apartment with the biggest smile on his face, hugging you and lifting you off the floor, filling your face with kisses.

"Eu estava com saudades!” (I've missed you.)

"I missed you too, Fe." As happy as you were, your nervousness was eating you up inside. "Drop your bags in your room and come, I made a special dinner for you."

"I'm curious." He hurriedly went to leave his suitcase in his room and quickly returned, already with slippers on his feet and without his sweatshirt.

"É... Um... I'm going to say this wrong, but... farofa de pinhão." You put it in a pot and handed it to him.

"You're the best, you know that, right?" He took a spoonful of the farofa and smiled when he tasted it. "Incredible."

You ate dinner, sitting on the couch with your legs curled up together. After a while, just listening to the background television and enjoying the moment together, he started paying more attention to you, sensing that maybe something was wrong, so at the same moment, you got up and took the pots to the kitchen, washing them while he followed you, leaning his body against the countertop, analysing your somewhat nervous movements.

When you finished cleaning the dishes, you took a deep breath and turned to him.

"We need to talk."

“Aham… Bedroom?” He was a bit startled by it, but he tried to take it as light as possible.

You walked to the bedroom and sat on the bed facing each other. You took his hands and placed them on your lap, taking a deep breath and looking at a fixed point behind him.

"First of all, love.... Please don’t take this wrong, okay?”

“Did I do something wrong, gatinha?” His worried voice made you even more nervous than you already were.

“Baby, no… Calm down and listen to me.”

“Okay. Sorry.”

“So… I love having sex with you, really, you’re the best guy I’ve ever been with, you care about what I’m feeling, it makes me cum every single time, it’s very sweet and it makes me feel so good…” You breathed in, squeezed his hands. “But sometimes I would like to do it more rough, you know? Like… You know, be rougher with me.” The tension on your body could be felt miles away. “If you’re not into it, it’s okay! I… Is it more of an idea? I’m sorry.”

“Ah. Uau.” His face expression was pure surprise, yet his smile did not lie, he was into it. “You don’t need to apologise, baby.”

He pulled you to his lap, caressing your back and leaving small kisses on your shoulder.

“Don’t worry, okay?” You looked at him, feeling that guilt fade away.

“Okay.”

“I just didn’t know you were such a naughty girl…” He murmured, stealing a quick kiss before taking you off his lap and going to the bathroom.

……………………………………………………………

You had spent your Saturday afternoon with your girl friends, going to different cafés, going shopping - which resulted in a new green lingerie set, just for him. When you came back, the lights on the apartment were low. He was sitting down on the sofa watching a football match, only in his black Adidas training shorts, his legs and arms spreaded and you could see his bulge from afar. You left your bags on the floor and sat on the arm of the sofa, running your hands through his hair.

“Hi, love…” He looked up, smiling at you.

“Oi, bem.” (Hi, dear)

“I’m going to take a shower then what do you think about some coffee and pastries from the places I went with the girls?”

“Perfect. The match will be off soon.” His fingers travelled through your thigh.

“Be right back then. Love you.”

“Te amo.” (Love you)

You ran towards the bathroom, all giggly from how he was acting, it was so sexy to see him like that. Before you went to take your shower, you got the new lingerie set and the fancy body products he gave you a while back for valentine’s day. Maybe you stayed in the shower more than you planned, mostly because you wanted to be smelling good for him - and pretty. On top of the green set, you’ve put one of his oversized shirts - that didn’t totally cover you, because your ass and thighs were bigger than most girls.

Walking back towards the open plan kitchen-living room, he was already arranging the sweets and the coffee, but he stopped everything to look at you coming to him.

“Gostosa pra caralho.” (Fucking hot)

“I try to.” You laughed, putting your arms around his neck.

Unexpectedly, he turned you around and bent you on the balcony, coming right behind you. His shorts were so tight that you were feeling him semi hard against you.

“Wearing my shirt, huh? Someone’s trying to call my attention?”

His hands were travelling around your body and he didn’t have any hurry on exploring your body. He lightly squeezes your breasts when his hands arrive on them, biting his lower lip.

“You’re wearing something under this, aren't you? Say it.”

You took a few seconds to answer him, so that was when the first slap against your ass came. A whimper escaped your lips in shock - but you liked it.

“Say it to me…” His lips got closer to your ear. “Palavras, bebê.” (Words, baby)

“Yes… I’m wearing green lingerie. I bought it today, just for you.”

“Really? I’m the luckiest man on Earth, aren’t I?” He slapped your ass again, with a little more strength than before. “Take off the shirt and show me.”

He gave you space to get up and take off the shirt - which you did at such a quick pace that made him chuckle.

“Such a good girl.” He lifted your chin. “Sit on the counter.”

You complied to his ask and soon he spread your legs and got it in between, holding your hips and starting a passionate kiss, letting his tongue pass over your mouth and colliding against yours, in such a desperate pace, like he didn’t kiss you in months. You tugged his hair a little, not giving him a chance before you started to kiss his jaw, then his neck, letting yourself bite and make bruises that he was going to show himself off to his friends. His low groans were making you wetter by the minute. Drugovich got tired of not doing anything, so he grabbed your face and lifted up, letting your neck and V line be exposed. He was so desperate that he only gave you quick hickies, soon exploring the valley of your breasts, while his thumbs were going against your nipples - the feeling of the fabric against them was making you crazy.

After listening to your moans, he smiled, going lower till the height of your thighs, laying his head there. Felipe slowly pressed a finger against your covered clit, moving in slow circles. That movement got you in surprise, making you squirm under his touch. The kisses on your thighs weren’t helping, you were melting under his touch.

“So wet… Only for me.”

“Only for you, baby.”

Out of the blue, he changed his position and picked you up, taking you to the bedroom. Feeling the soft fabric hit your back gave a good calming sensation, however you couldn’t focus on enjoying that for too long, because he got a silk cloth and brought it to you.

“Can I?”

“Yes.”

He tied it on your face, completely taking out your vision - Drugovich was a smart man, he researched online about things he could do and put a blindfold on someone appeared a lot on the websites, so why not? Slowly he took off your lingerie and you could feel his mouth going at the places where the fabric covered it once - he just left the stockings on, he thought it was sexy.

You felt his hands on your thighs, then his kisses and his finger moving your - now bare - clit, it was cold, nothing like your body. Soon, this finger had its tip curled and was going in and out of you. You moaned his name when you felt his tongue on your folds, licking the wetness away and then going harshly against your clit.

The quick but then slow movements of his tongue, followed by some sucking on your clit and his finger pumping on you was overwhelming, the moans and whimpers going out of your mouth were so loud that your neighbours probably heard him give your first orgasm. When he saw that you were overwhelmed with the climax, he pulled away, smiling and slapping both of your thighs.

“Open your mouth, baby.” He held your face and turned it to the side. You opened your mouth, knowing what was coming. “Boa garota.” (Good girl)

He slowly pushed his hard dick against your mouth so you could get used to the feeling of taking him in with a blindfold on. When you got used to the feeling, he started to move his body a bit quicker, grabbing your hair. You knew he was into it because he couldn’t hide his groans, especially the ones that pet names escaped in the middle. His pace was getting faster and rougher - he was basically fucking your mouth and you were loving the sensation of it, just at mercy of his control. You gagged a little when you felt him go deeper, but got used to the feeling, soon small tears were forming at the end of your eyes.

“If I didn’t want to fuck you so much, I would finish like that.” He took his dick out of your mouth, kissing your forehead.

He left your face against the mattress and your ass up, caressing your bum before slapping a few times - that earned strangled whimpers from you. Felipe went closer to your face, taking the blindfold off and you could notice that you could see yourself on the big mirror that was on the side wall from your room.

“I want you to see yourself moaning and falling while I’m inside of you.” He said, giving another slap on your ass.

He adjusted himself on your entrance, going in slowly, knowing that you took some time to take him in. The Brazilian didn’t move for a while, waiting for your approval. When you mouthed a “please” he knew that he could thrust into you.

Drugovich started with slow movements, to get you more comfortable. When you felt good enough, you started to move your hips against him, which earned a hard slap on your ass.

“I control the pace.” You stopped moving and let him have all the control.

This time, he was faster, grabbing your hips with both of his hands, going all in for the moment. Your thighs would slap together and the contact made the back of yours get red - that was already sensible from the multiple slaps he gave you throughout the night. Without you noticing, one of his hands went on the middle of your legs, opening up them a bit and teasing your clit - if you were already close to having an orgasm, nothing could stop you now. Since his body was closer to yours, he kissed and nibbled the back of your neck.

Soon you were chanting his name and getting into your climax, that soon triggered his and he came hard inside of you, moaning your name multiple times.

Both of you laid spread on the bed, hugging each other. He left kisses on the top of your head, caressing the side of your body.

“That was good.” He murmured.

“So fucking good.” You chuckled.

“We will do it like that always, it’s just so hot.” He pulled you closer. “Why didn’t we think about that before?”

“I don’t know, but I’m happy we know now.”

“Eu te amo, muito.” (I love you so much) “Thanks for opening up, gatinha.”

“I love you too, Fe. I was pretty nervous, but thanks for being open about it.”

#felipe drugovich fluff #felipe drugovich x you #felipe drugovich x reader #felipe drugovich #felipe drugovich fanfiction #felipe drugovich x y/n #felipe drugovich smut #felipe drugovich blurb #f1 x you #f1 imagine #f1 smut #f1 one shot #f1 fanfiction

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kirishima-eijirock · 7 months

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This is gonna be my first actual fic here, so be prepared because I haven’t written a proper story in a while.

Warnings and pairings: kirishima x reader, some suggestiveness at the end but there’s no explicit smut

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You know that Eijiro never likes wearing his shirts at home, and as much as you enjoy ogling him from every angle you’re at, it’s also incredibly embarrassing when he catches you. He’s got that adorable, yet charming little smug smile on his face that you love so much. It’s become the norm for the both of you, but that doesn’t mean you don’t feel embarrassed about it at all.

He doesn’t chide you for any sort of indecency at all, oh hell, no. In fact, he even does things to show off those muscles and abs. When he knows you’re watching and he’s busy vacuuming the house, he definitely makes it a point to lift up the sofa just to flex those biceps and give you the view that you love so much. He’s fucking shameless about it, too. He loves the face you make when he catches you staring, it’s absolutely adorable to him.

However, recently, you’ve decided to get back at him for teasing you so much, that it’s about time he gets a taste of his own medicine.

So, just that afternoon, he was shirtless as usual. No surprise there. Sprawled out on the sofa and just relaxing, his abs in full view as he did his own things. Well, two can play at the shirtless game.

Taking off your own shirt and stepping into the room, he didn’t know how to respond to that. One look at you and he knew he was a goner.

“Um, baby? What are you doing?”

Yeah, he was screwed. He didn’t even know what was happening now.

“What? Oh, nothing. I’m just walking around shirtless like you usually do. It’s pretty comfy, isn’t it? Maybe I should do it more often, what do you think?”

The devilish smirk on your face only made his blush worsen.

Sure, he loved teasing you like that, but he didn’t expect you to actually do it back to him. Though, he would be a complete idiot to complain about it.

“Uh… I mean, if you want to?”

He was trying desperately to play it cool, now with his hands covering his face as he laid on the sofa.

“If I want to? I’m asking for your opinion here, Eiji.”

The smirk on your face would have been adorable to him if he wasn’t trying so hard not to drool over your body.

“Then, maybe?”

Oh, he’s definitely fucked.

“It’s a yes or no question, there’s no maybe to it.”

A chuckle escapes your mouth as you walk towards him, sitting on his lap as a blush immediately rises to his cheeks. This was pure torture, but it wasn’t something he hated, either.

“Well? I'm waiting for your answer.”

Sure, your words might have sounded a little impatient, but he was too busy trying not to get too turned on by you to really care, in all honesty.

“Then, uh, yes?”

A weak, nervous ‘heh’ followed after once he stared up at your face.

“That's what I thought. C’mere, I’m gonna show you exactly what you're gonna get for teasing me like that all those times…”

Oh, yeah. This is gonna be a wild ride.

#bnha #bnha kirishima #kirishima x reader #mha kirishima #cy’s fics

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linkysmommy · 6 months

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Well here it is. My Bloodbound review/reactions/essay/idk what.

For some reason, now that it's done most of what I have are critiques 😂 I guess because there were so many amazing things about this book, such great characters and themes, that certain things ended up leaving me... disappointed. But before I get into all that, let me start with what I really, really liked. (adding a cut because I feel like this is going to end up really long lol. also, spoilers ahead. obviously)

THE POSITIVES:

Overall, the vibes, the characters, the themes, and the lore were immaculate. The writers put a lot of thought into the world that they created and the themes they wanted to explore through that world, and I really respect that.

I thought that the vampire council and the clans in NYC was a really cool concept and was a little bummed that we didn't get to do more with vampire politics. Despite hating most everyone on the council, I also loved them. I found them all interesting and unique, and loved seeing the backstories that involved them, such as the scene at the fair or the scene when they all teamed up to take down Gaius. I was actually sad when the Baron and Lester died lol, while it did make for a cool scene, I felt that their deaths left a hole in the story. (oops sorry I did not mean to turn this positives into a half-negatives thing lol)

I swear that the toxic, messed up relationship between Gaius, Kamilah, and Adrian has me by the throat. The concept of a cruel, thousands year old vampire gaining the love and devotion of these two people not through the use of mind control *cough Rheya cough* but through sheer charisma, magnetism, and leadership skills... and then shaping them into tools to be used in his hands. Making them into his queen and his soldier and then forcing them into a cycle of violence while still inspiring them to follow, using them while still loving them... it's one of the greatest pleasures of having read this series to have gotten a taste for this relationship. And now that I've gotten a taste I'm just hungry for more, so this will be rotating in my head for a while yet.

Adrian Raines. My darling. My BABY. There is just something so fascinating, so alluring, about a creature born and shaped for violence, whose heart manages to remain pure. I especially loved how this was explored in Bloodbound 2. You see the heartless, emotionless cruelty that Adrian was capable of at the end of book 1, and then throughout book 2 he struggles with these two sides of himself: the heartless soldier, the angel of death, versus the kind, idealistic, sweet man who's fascinated by the simple things the world has to offer like open fields and sunlight, and the incredible ingenuity and good that the human race is capable of creating. Throughout book 2, this dance of Adrian being the foil to Gaius is clear as day and oh so powerful. Gaius was Rheya's soldier, who was shaped into a killing machine at her side, who was driven to extremes by seeing the way his own people were hunted and killed. Adrian was Gaius's soldier, who was shaped into a killing machine at his side, who had to fight the anger and hatred that tried to pull him to cruelty and snuff out his goodness. Like I said in a previous post, the juxtaposition of this inner warmth and kindness against the person Gaius tried to make him will never not be fascinating.

Kamilah and Adrian siblings bond!! PLEASE they're so cute! I adored how over and over again, we saw them exchange looks and have full on worldless conversations by just their facial expressions. The way they know each other so well, inside and out, and have complete respect for one another, and the way they would die for one another, it just warms my heart and I adore them.

Also, just Kamilah. She's a badass ancient warrior queen, and I really loved seeing how no-nonsense and serious she was. Like she's been doing this for thousands of years, she's seen so much, she's killed so much, I feel that she doesn't think she truly deserves redemption or is as pure as Adrian, but she fights to protect the people under her care. Those who cannot fight for themselves the way she can fight for them.

Gaius Augustine, what a villain you were. I loved how the game never shied away from the nuances in his character. They never painted him in cartoonishly villainous colors with no remorse for his actions. You can see why he became the way he was, and while you can understand that doesn't mean you have to excuse it; it does, however, make him more of an interesting villain. The fact that love and a desire to protect his people is what drove him to extremes makes him a fascinating villain, because his actions, while inarguably evil, are rooted in something that most everyone can understand: love. Although Gaius never knew how to truly love, it doesn't mean that he didn't. He hurt Kamilah and Adrian over centuries, but he never truly wanted to kill them. I appreciated that the various times where Gaius killed someone or almost killed someone with whom he had history (such as Takeshi or when he almost killed Kamilah), he expressed remorse. It wasn't enough to make him stop, because he is a bad man, but the fact that there was remorse in the first place adds more depth and emotion to both his character and the event itself.

I enjoyed the way that MC defeated Rheya. I thought that the twist that Rheya had murdered her own daughter after having given into her anger about the fact that she thought her daughter was murdered was really great. I enjoyed that MC didn't have to physically overpower Rheya; she just had to go back to where the cycles of violence began and show to Rheya herself that was the monster in her own story. I loved that.

It would be remiss of me to not mention Lily Spencer. From start to finish, she was a delight, and I loved how MC was honestly just as geeky as Lily sometimes, she just reigned it in a little bit more. Lily's enthusiasm for life was refreshing for a vampire story, where usually becoming a vampire is compared with death, and yet Lily's take on it was that she had a whole new life to live, new experiences to try out. I really enjoyed her humor, and thought her friendship with MC was both touching and relatable. So have some Lily moments that made me laugh out loud:

Also, the scene where MC died, and then she was Turned, and you woke up in a coffin, and you almost killed that girl in the park... peak cinema. Absolutely delicious, you'd better believe I ate that shit up. I also loved seeing the flashback where you saw how the other vampires reacted to your death. Yes, I enjoyed seeing Adrian in pain, yes, I am an angst fiend and sadist ig.

Sorry I feel like there's more to say but I've been working on this forever so I'm gonna leave the positives at that 😭

THE CRITIQUES:

Let me first preface this by saying that I truly enjoyed Bloodbound. It latched onto my brain, and I enjoyed the journey, and it managed to make me more invested in a Choices book than I have been since I read It Lives. That being said, after finishing it, I couldn't help but feel that many things could have been done better, and a little bit let-down that many of the things that I connected to were not fully explored or expanded upon like I felt like they could have been. So this massive critique going forward is done with love. That's all. ❤️

This one isn't a huge deal, but I was disappointed by the lack of variation that your choices had in the final battle. You had the choice to kill Rheya's vampire guards or leave them, then you had the choice to kill Dracula or leave him. The first time I played I was doing a supervillain route so I was intentionally trying to choose the darker choices and was delighted to see how people were reacting:

I thought that their dialogues were based on the fact I was going on a murderous, merciless rampage, but then when I came back and played and didn't kill everyone, their reactions were all the same. So that was disappointing.

The Jax/Lily death was,,, a choice. I get what they were trying to do. I do. Rheya lost her family, Gaius lost Rheya, Kamilah lost her brother, Adrian lost his family. There were cycles of loss that bred extreme behavior among our cast, and they wanted MC to experience that, too. They wanted to make her a reflection of Rheya, for the moment of losing Jax/Lily to be the trigger that makes her able to lose her humanity and become the very thing she swore to destroy. However, there were a few problems with how it played out! First of all, it's obviously suspect that the two sidelined Black or Asian LIs are the only ones who can die, while Adrian and Kamilah's plot armor protects them. Second of all, they wanted to make this big sacrifice to make MC snap but then they didn't even commit to it. If anything it would've made more sense for the LI to be the one who dies, seeing the impact that it had on MC. Because while my MC cares about Jax, he's probably the person in the crew that she's the least connected to so it felt a little odd for her in particular to lose it while the others were okay. I think that honestly, she would've reacted more like them. Sad, and angry, but without such an extreme reaction. But, the writers simultaneously tried to play it safe by ensuring that your LI doesn't die, while being "brave" and killing off part of the crew, so it just came across feeling odd to me and didn't quite hit the mark of what they were trying to do.

The romantic development was underwhelming. The romance quality skyrocketed in books 2 and 3, but unfortunately by then, the characters were already in relationships and while I enjoyed those scenes, I felt disappointed that we missed a quality relationship arc where we saw the characters fall for each other. I romanced Adrian, and I don't see what was so incredible about mc in the beginning to make him fall for her. She's just some human, and he's a powerful CEO, 300 year old clan leader and vampire council member. That's not say that I don't think he could've fallen for her - in fact, I think it's poetic and makes perfect sense that the man who's so embroiled in his vampire world and vampire politics yet adores humanity would fall for an average human - but the development simply wasn't there. The scene where you first let him drink your blood after breaking him out of jail was underwhelming and there was no emotional weight in the writing of that scene. In book one, it just really felt like the fact that something happened was supposed to be enough for us to believe that it was meaningful, instead of the writing and development showing us how it happened.

The actual plot events were in general... underwhelming. Both books 2 and 3 set up this fascinating potential for scenes and narrative arcs, with Gaius destroying NYC, and then Rheya taking over the city, and both times we just flew away to chase down artifacts and have diamond scenes in pretty places in various countries. I think it was an unfortunate choice to trade the potential of vampire politics for artifact-hunting.

The Order and Xenocrates in particular were woefully under-utilized. The tapestry paintings shed light on a fascinating dynamic between Gaius and Xenocrates, and we see that this anger and hatred has spanned millennia! Xenocrates is the reason that vampires are hated and hunted, he is the reason why Gaius is driven to extremes and decides that his plan to eradicate humans apart from keeping a blood supply for vampires is the only way to protect his people. And then... he just dies in a building collapse, and the Order is destroyed, and this thousands-year-old conflict is snuffed out pretty much immediately. It was disappointing, because there was so much potential in the lore that was created here, it just wasn't taken advantage of in the present storyline.

This one is small, but. Where the heck did MC's mom go 😭 we see one memory of her and then never hear about her again. Did she die? If she's not dead, why is MC not concerned about her while Gaius and Rheya are trying to destroy/take over the world.

This one is also small but worth mentioning - I was so annoyed that MC was forced to speak up and voice her opinion all the time in situations that really didn't involve her. It was just odd to me that Adrian's assistant thought it would be a good idea to speak up in a vampire council meeting after only having known about vampires for like. A few days lol. There were many times where I cringed at having to choose something to say because I, frankly, would have just remained silent because it wasn't my place to speak.

Maybe this is just me but... I definitely felt like Jax was done dirty by the writers. Not just in that he was sidelined and had fewer scenes and plot relevance apart from "being part of the crew", but I think his development as a character was weaker than the others. By book 3, I do feel like he came more into himself, and it was nice to see him have a character arc regarding his relationship with Takeshi, but for books 1 and 2, I personally felt like the writers didn't really know him. He was sort of just... bland, left vaguely blank aside from the "rebel vampire leader" for a while. The writers themselves said that he was the hardest character to write, which makes sense because I could tell that it took them a while to figure out who he really was.

Now for my biggest critiques, mostly centering around the handling of Gaius's character and missed potential.

First, Gaius's character development and thing with Rheya. I... was not a fan at all of the brainwashing plot point. I found that it made Gaius's character far less interesting and seemed to be almost incompatible with previous portrayals of his character and who they had been creating. For example, Rheya supposedly severed his compassion for humans, yet we see a direct contradiction of that when he had empathy for Kano, a dying child who'd lost his parents, and decided to Turn him in order to save his life and give him a chance to avenge his family. What made him so fascinating to me originally was the fact that DEVOTION was what ultimately turned him into a monster: first, devotion to Rheya, and second, devotion to his own people. By book 3, he was reduced from a terrifying vampire leader who would put his life on the line to protect his own people (as seen in crypt scene where he risks his life to save other vampires instead of running to safety) to a mindless zealot of Rheya whose only purpose seemed to be "Obey the goddess!" While the devotion to her is fine, it saddened me that his role as a leader who let fanaticism guide him as he sought to protect vampires was overshadowed by this interpersonal conflict between two individuals. I think there was a hugely missed opportunity to pit his two devotions against each other when he learns that Rheya doesn't actually care about him OR the vampires as a whole, and would happily take their lives if it meant gaining more power for herself. To watch him wrestle between his devotion to Rheya, his beloved goddess, and his devotion to his vampire progeny... now that is a character arc I'd love to dive into. Imagine if, in addition to being angry that Rheya used him like a tool, he was also angry that she wanted to hurt vampires. Just imagine something like this: "While you were asleep I was building a kingdom for our people, while you were gone I was the one who stepped up to protect them! And now you think you can come back, and use them, and kill them, and that I'll support you?" The vibes... immaculate.

Going along with the topic of Gaius being responsible for his own actions vs the concept of brainwashing, if Gaius hadn't been brainwashed and simply turned against Rheya because he realized she didn't care about the well-being of vampires and saw them as tools in her quest for power, I feel as though it would've made the alliance between Gaius and MC's crew all that much more interesting. A fragile alliance between people with a common enemy, but Gaius is still not an ally because he still disdains humanity, and once Gaius helps you get Rheya out of the way, you know that you'll have to deal with him next... mmm delicious.

As an add on, learning that it was all the result of brainwashing opens up a whole can of worms of "okay this man still committed war crimes but how much is he actually responsible for?" that I frankly don't feel was necessary, because Gaius was fully fascinating all on his own without needing to add the element of brainwashing to it. I just felt like it had the result of turning a fascinating, layered, nuanced character into "black-and-white" to make his redemption easier for lay readers to stomach.

Even after having bought every single tapestry diamond scene and plenty of diamond scenes with various characters, I was still left with lingering confusion about what happened in the past, namely: what did Gaius's empire look like and how did it work, what exactly were Kamilah and Adrian doing to spread his empire and enforce his rule, and what about him made them choose to swear fealty in the first place? They talk so much about all the people they killed and yet we really only saw them kill people who weren't exactly innocent? Iirc we only saw Adrian kill confederate soldiers, a British soldier who tried to kill him first, and a rogue vampire that had just drained a man of blood. And yeah, there was some sketchiness about it because the confederate soldiers weren't attacking him, and there was a young kid with them, but at the end of the day they were enemy soldiers fighting to maintain slavery and this is war - hardly the same thing as ruthlessly murdering strangers. Anyway the point is that I would've liked a clearer picture of what they did, to truly see them at their lowest points. And then, to see what was the catalyst that started pushing them back up again. I would've liked to know who they were sent to kill, and why, instead of vaguely "I've killed so many people." Give me the details!!

Like Part 1, I am Tired now and I feel like I've said most of what I want to say. So I am finished with my critiques section.

If you made it this far, you are the best and I appreciate you being interested enough in my thoughts to read this long, rambling review ❤️

#bloodbound #playchoices #adrian raines #gaius augustine #kamilah sayeed #lily spencer #jax matsuo

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peachiebeann · 2 months

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Lovesick (Villain!All Might x OC)

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@huicitawrites here you go!~

This will also be on Wattpad!! I will likely not post every part here, but I will definitely be linking them!

Obsessed was probably an understatement. He was far more intense than even the most diehard fans out there.

He was devoted to this woman, she was his everything.

Rhed, the Panda Hero.

He had met her once before.. and she was even prettier in person. Strong, too.

He had robbed a bank that day, and was so very close to getting away with his earnings.. before she stepped in.

He could have easily won that fight singlehandedly. But he was captivated the moment he laid eyes on her. He wouldn't dare hurt her.

Her adorable red panda form, her breathtakingly stunning features, her graceful mannerisms.. he loved it all. He would spend hours watching news clips and interviews galore. But seeing her in person, let alone using her strength on HIM, was a sight to behold.

So he played nice. He played nice and he let himself be arrested.

While he sat in jail, however, he had a thought.

He wouldn't let this meeting go to waste. He had waited for over a year to finally see her.. but what if he could see her.. every day? What if he could wale up every morning and see her beautiful face next to him?

Why not just.. make that happen?

All Smite sat in his dark cell, beginning to grin like a madman as his eyes widened in inspiration.

"I'm coming for you, My Sweet Little Panda...not to worry. Life will be so

much better once you're in my arms.." He rumbled to himself, beginning to chuckle.. and then laugh as he laid back on his metal sleeping cot. With his hands behind his head, he closed his eyes with a blissful smile.

For he would need as much rest as he

could before he could put his plan into action.

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He found her. He couldn't believe it, it was really her again. And she looked just as perfect as before.

She was sitting in a news booth, getting ready to film a live interview. He wanted to storm in there and shoo the makeup artists away.. she looked just as beautiful without it. But Smite growled to himself, knowing he had to be patient and wait.

He would wait until they started filming.. and then jump in to rescue her. He knew how much she hated interviews, especially on the news like this. Once she was with him, she wouldn't have to ever worry about this stuff ever again.. her life is going to be so perfect and peaceful. He couldn't wait to have his lover in his arms at long last.

He stared through the window with the other fans, adjusting his gas mask. He was genuinely surprised at how stupid some of these civilians were. He was just openly standing there in his villain getup and not one person thought anything of it. Maybe they thought he was a new hero of some kind? Though with all the ominously long spikes on his mask and shoulder pads, that theory likely should have been null and void. One idiot even commented that he looked cool.

Soon enough, the interview started and Smite watched, just in pure shock for a few moments. She was in her half-panda form, which she didn't show as often as the full panda or her human form. Though.. He didn't like the fact that the interviewer was a male. And that he kept scooting so close to Hei like that. His little Hei.

And then it happened. He touched her. The interviewer took Hei's furred hand and seductively ran his hand up her arm. It drove Smite crazy. He began to shake as he balled his hands into fists.

Wait. Wait. WAIT.

He couldn't do it. He stepped away from the window to initiate his plan. He needed to save her from that disgusting hog of a man.

He approached the exit door at the back of the building, simply kicking it in, though it did take a few tries. The loud banging did indeed spook Hei and her anxiety spiked slightly.

Smite, now in the building, looked around for the filming room. He made sure to punch a few ginormous holes in the walls and make as much loud noise as possible. Once he found the room, he was swarmed by security, which he very easily flung off of him before punching his whole fist through the metal door.

Hei, now shaking with immense anxiety, jumped up from her seat. "What's going on?!" She asked, quickly kicking off her heels.

Once the door had been ripped off completely, Smite reared it back and threw it in the direction of the interviewer that touched her arm, hitting him with it.

Hei stood took a few steps back as the massive villain approached her. Her hands were up in a fighting stance, but one could tell by the look on her face, she was petrified. "Who are you?!" She asked.

Smite stopped in front of her, crouching to one knee (although he was still WAY bigger and taller than she was) and gently brushing his knuckles against her cheeks. "I've come to save you, Angel..." He spoke.

His mask obviously had a voice changer of some sort, his voice coming out much deeper than normal.

"S-save me..?" Hei asked softly, her hands now clutching at the collar of her dress.

Smite gently cupped her cute round face before standing and approaching the interviewer, who was struggling to get up from under the door. Smite kicked the door to the side, reaching down to grab the man by his throat.

He lifted him into the air and began to squeeze. When the man began gasping for air, Hei grabbed at Smite's arm. "Stop!! Let him go!!" She tried climbing on his arm, but he simply grabbed her with his other arm, setting her on the ground. Trying to physically force this man to do anything at all was pointless. She needed someone that was at least remotely close to being his height and weight, which she obviously was not.

"I would kill you.. but the world is watching. And I only have about 3 minutes to spare before the cops arrive. So I'll leave you with a warning." Smite squeezed even harder, watching the man struggle to breathe and grasp at his massive hand.

"If you lay a finger on her ever again, I won't be as merciful next time." With that, Smite dropped the suffocating man on the ground and turned, snatching Hei up into his arms and bursting through the large window to make a run for it.

The sirens grew louder, but Smite was way ahead of them. He had meticulously planned every single aspect of his plan. And unless some freakish thing happened, he wasn't going to get caught.

He stopped in an alleyway, quickly charging up before moon jumping up onto the building and escaping that way.

Hei, obviously not wanting to fall and die from this height, clutched onto him as she turned back to her human form. "Where the hell are you taking me?!! Let me go!!" She hissed at the man, who kept his gaze straight ahead. He was far beyond the cops on foot, now he just needed to escape the helicopters and he would be home free.

Or..

Smite skidded to a stop and set Hei down. "Get behind me." He commanded, pulling a pistol from his belt and aiming at the helicopter blades. "No!! I don't take orders from a vill-" "I SAID GET BEHIND ME."

He hadn't even finished his sentence before Hei followed his orders in a snap. He fired a few times, managing to destroy the blades of one chopper. As the aircraft went crashing down, Smite turned to focus on the other helicopter behind him.

A glint flashed in his eye as he noticed his little Hei running towards the chopper as it lowered to pick her up.

He snarled, making a mad dash for her.

Hei reached out, nearly ready to jump.. and a massive tricep snaked around her waist, yanking her back.

"No..!" She covered her face as Smite took a few shots and destroyed that helicopter as well.

Once they were alone, Smite set his gun back in his waistband and took out something else. "I don't want you to hurt yourself, Angel.. it's for your own good." He panted, pinning Hei to the ground with one hand. "What are you talking about..? Get away from me!!" She tried to fight against him. Her blood ran cold as she felt cold metal around her wrist and she heard that familiar clicking. He was handcuffing her!!

"Let me GO!! You sick bastard!!" She thrashed even harder as Smite forced her other wrist into the cuffs. "AAH!! They're tight, you asshole!!" Hei hissed, being picked up by him.

Smite gently brushed her hair from her face, cupping her cheeks in his massive hands. "They're not tight, Dear. Maybe if you'd be obedient, I wouldn't have to restrain you this way. I'm sorry, Angel." He told her, leaning down to gently hoist her over his shoulder, careful that she didn't get pricked on any of the spikes on his outfit.

He still had to be relatively quick about getting Hei to his place. If he lingered too long, she would calm down and be able to shift into her panda form. Which.. he could still absolutely overpower physically, but it would be more of a hassle.

Lightly bouncing her to adjust her position, Smite was off, still leaping from building to building until he neared his apartment.

~~~~~~

He actually lived in a pretty nice and spacious apartment. Likely not what one would expect from a villain.

Closing the door behind him, Smite gently set Hei on the floor, giving her head a soft ruffle as he walked further into the house to undress.

Hei, still shaking and slightly dirtied from their journey here, just stood in place. This place could have been booby trapped, there was no way she was setting a foot anywhere.

She whimpered and looked around like a lost puppy. This guy wasn't planning on keeping her, right? She would much prefer to just be killed outright.

Smite returned to her, maskless and shirtless with a small key in his hand.

It's safe to say that Hei... probably wasn't expecting to see a fairly attractive, blond haired, blue eyed man under there. He had two long, slightly krinkled strands that framed his face, one of which tucked behind his ear.

"Come here, Angel. Let me get those off you and patch up your injuries." His voice at a normal pitch now, he sat on the couch and beckoned for her to come closer.

She didn't move, only staring directly at him in resistance. Smite sighed and leaned back, exposing his abs to her. "It's either you come here and let me get those off, or you can keep them on and continue to hurt yourself." His brows furrowed.

Still not an inch. Leaning his head back and staring at the ceiling as he mumbled to himself, Smite stood up. "Sweetheart. Look, when I tell you to do something, it's for your own good. Not mine." He approached her, crouching to one knee and spinning her around to unlock the handcuffs. "So it's in your best interest to listen to me. Refusal only makes this harder for you. Do you understand me?" He asked, spinning the cuffs around his finger.

Hei turned back to face him, staring at the surroundings behind him. Those were some pretty big windows.. she could smash through those.. or maybe pick the lock on the front door-

Her thoughts were interrupted by the man cupping her chin. "Use your big girl words, Princess."

"Fuck you."

Smite snickered, letting her face go before roughly grabbing her arm and yanking her towards the couch. "You've only been here 5 minutes and you're already pissing me off. That language will not be tolerated, Angel." He sat down, setting her over his lap and hiking her skirt up. One hand on her back kept her from thrashing while the other reeled back slightly for a swift spank.

Hei squealed, digging her claws into his leg as she tried to escape his death grip. And for that, she received yet another spank. "Apologize. Now." Smite ordered, glaring down at her.

She had no choice. He would continue if she didn't. "I-i'm sorry, please! Stop!"

His spanking stopped. He sat her up, gently pulling her skirt down and looking over her. "Have you learned your lesson? Use your words." He asked, resting his huge hands over her hips. Though barely audible, Hei responded. "..yes."

"See? Wasn't so hard, now was it? Now.. I'd like you to see your room. I think you'll really like it." Smite stood up, carrying her with a hand on her still stinging bum.

In all reality, what could she do? What could Hei really do to escape? This man was probably twice, if not 3 times her height, about 10 times her size, and he could lift her above his head with one hand. The windows were thick and the only exit door was babyproofed. Sure, the windows could open, but not by very much at all. Even if she could hypothetically get out through the window, she was about 15 floors up, a fall that would absolutely kill her. She was still a quaking mess and her panda form, probably the one thing that could at least remotely fight against this beast of a man, was completely out of the question until she calmed down.

Smite entered the room, flicking on the lights and gently setting her on the ground. "Turn around whenever you're ready, Dear." He smiled warmly.

Hei took in a breath, slowly turning around.

The room was actually really well decorated. And to her liking as well. Almost as if he had known her and her tastes personally.

A huge bed, thick fluffy blankets, even a little area in the windowsill for her to sit. There were also plenty of massive gift bags on her bed… likely clothes, perfumes, and other miscellaneous stuff.

She stood, speechless for a moment before she felt a large finger scratching behind her ear. “What do you think?” Smite asked, lightly nudging her to walk forward. Hei flinched her head away from his scratches and stepped away from him, going to look in the bags.

When the hell did he have time to do all this if he was in jail just yesterday?

As she looked through the bags, she could hear his heavy boots approaching her from behind. “How did you get my hero suit..” Hei asked, now feeling VERY creeped out, if she wasn’t before.

Smite chuckled deeply. “That’s not important now, Angel.” He replied, now reaching down to feel her tail. “If you couldn’t tell, I’m a really big fan… I’d love to know absolutely everything about you.. whenever you’re comfortable telling me, of course.” He murmured huskily, wiggling and lightly bending her tail around curiously.

Hei very rudely reached back to snatch her tail from him, huffing as she continued to shuffle through the bags. While she had come to the conclusion that this man had been physically stalking her in order to take notes, she had to admit, he got her taste in clothing and decor perfectly.

“If that’s the truth, then the first thing you should know is that I bite when my boundaries are crossed. Don’t touch me again.” She snarkily replied, pushing the bag away and crossing her arms.

“It looks like someone needs another spanking, hm? Still not over your bratty attitude?” Smite asked, pushing her to bend over the bed. Hei shuffled, holding her hands over her ass to shield it. “No! Nono, I’m sorry!” Hei panicked. His hands were big, calloused, and they HURT.

Smite sighed, letting her go. “I don’t like having to hurt you like that, Angel. Please be more respectful to me.” He told her, looking over her face.

He knew that now, she was scared of him. But soon, she would come to love him just as much as he loved her. He reached out and brushed some hair from her face, gently pinching her cheek. “..You’ll understand in due time, Dear.”

Hei growled and flinched away again. “I want one of your shirts.” She mumbled. “Hm? My shirts?” Smite asked, tilting his head as he stared at her. He was honestly still a little stunned at himself. He really managed to pull this trick off and the prize was the love of his life standing in front of him. No other villain could say that they managed to kidnap a large hero like Hei.

“Of course, Angel. Come with me. I’ll run a nice bath for you so you can soak some of these bruises.” He told her, gently taking her right arm. When Hei flinched at the sudden movement, he raised a brow, looking down to her wrist.

“Oh.. Angel, you’ve hurt yourself..” He frowned, still eyeing it for any open wounds. When he saw there was none, he suspected the pain would obviously be coming from inside. She had likely, sprained, twisted, or even broken her wrist in her struggle to escape.

“I told you the handcuffs were too tight..!!” Hei barked, her voice breaking as tears welled up in her eyes. She wanted to call him all sorts of derogatory names, but she knew this kinky fucker was looking for any reason possible to spank her again.

Completely ignoring her statement, Smite cupped her cheek, using his thumb to carefully wipe a tear. “Don’t cry, Darling… Tell me, how bad is the pain? 1 to 10.” He very carefully lifted her by her armpits, setting her onto the overly soft bed. Hei sniffled, using her non injured hand to wipe her face. Why was she even engaging with this man? HE was the reason her wrist was injured!

“Please.. just give me a shirt so I can go to bed… I don’t want a bath.” Hei responded, sniffling. “No can do. Come along. I’ll help you clean and get you a wrist brace.” Smite went to pick her up, but Hei snatched away. “I can walk.” She grumbled, hopping down and leaving the room.

Smite watched with a dreamy sigh, smiling softly. She was just so cute when she was cranky. He would feed her a luxurious dinner and send her off to bed with the biggest hugs and kisses. He wanted her to feel better and he was going to do everything in his power to make her happy. Because she deserved nothing but love and happiness.

#all might #villain all might #all might x oc #all might x reader #my hero academia #yandere all might x reader #yagi toshinori #mha toshinori #villain!all might #mha oc #mha oc x canon #mha fanfiction #mha all might

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kocherry · 1 year

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A Gift to the Beetle Gladiator

Arataki Itto x Reader

Hehe I just really love Itto sm and I've always wanted to write a fic about him so do enjoy this 1.2k short fic! It's just pure fluffiness to my babygirl Itto ♡

The Onis were a race that Inazumans once feared and they still do. More often now it's more of a prejudice against them. A perfect example of such situation is a young oni known as Arataki Itto.

A good for nothing deliquent... but to you he's more than that.

People often don't see beyond his usual loudness and idiocy. Itto is actually a good person at heart, he lives life the way he wants and there's nothing wrong with it. Maybe except for the times he makes children cry but that's on them... right?

"Dear Almighty Shogun I have it bad for him..."

Groaning into a pillow you turn your head to the side. Everything about Itto is just really endearing. He's like that annoying little shit that comes and go but he grows on anyone. You even defended that idiot from children who quarreled with him.

And you even promised to go with him in Onikabuto hunting and treat him to dinner tonight. So you rose from your futon and grabbed your gift for him.

You held the purple colored stuffed toy on your hands. It is quite large and had white mark designs on it. A really good replication of an Onikabuto but it's just soft and big.

Choosing this as a gift for Itto started because you thought that the Onikabuto and Itto have a lot of similarities. Well, aside from just being there doing nothing all day. They may look scary or even revolting but if you get to know them they're quite adorable.

Brushing those thoughts aside you place the stuffed toy into a box. You hurriedly changed into your usual yukata and went to the meeting spot. It was just an area outside of the city where the view of Amakane Island is just up ahead.

A small smile is brought up to your face as you see a familiar tall figure with silver hair with red highlights. Itto wasn't looking at your direction which made you grin evilly. This was a perfect time to sneak behind his back.

You were tiptoeing while holding your gift protectively but as you drew closer you could hear Itto's mutterings. And what you heard made your heart ache.

"Okay it's not that bad you always hear them telling you're a bad influence, a scary oni, or even a criminal!" Itto exaspertedly threw his hands on the air venting out his frustrations.

You stopped walking as Itto place a hand below his chin. His eyes looks like he was about to cry. "(Y/N) would never hate me like what that guy said... yeah they'll be here and come with me again to an onikabuto hunting!" He could recall how one parent is angry at him for making their child cry earlier.

That said parent made a back handed comment about you being too good for someone like him. Which made Itto place both hand on the sides of his head as he try to fight off what the guy had said.

"Or maybe... they finds that boring? Agh! I'm sure she doesn't mind! Even if people doesn't like me and the onis in general (Y/N) said that I'm their friend. If they do hate me they would tell me... (Y/N) would never lie to me."

This side of Itto, full of self-doubt and anguish is something you didn't expect to see. He usually is so bright, positive, and hyper all the time. Seeing Itto depricating himself is a rare occurance. It shattered your image over him... and yet his vulnerability made you admire him more.

Itto kept this negativity to himself all because he doesn't want to be seen as weak. If he did succumb to the prejudice and petty words then he would surely lose sight of his goals. The goal of living a fun life and letting people see that Onis aren't monsters.

"Itto I'm here!"

"(Y-Y/N)! Were you there this whole time?!" He stuttered at your sudden appearance and he looked afraid.

You purse your lip and restrained yourself from looking at him sadly. "Huh? No no I just got here, sorry I'm late... I really am excited to hangout with you." You played dumb but you were honest about being excited to see him.

"Don't worry there is a perfect reason why I'm a few minutes late... it's because of this!"

You were going to give the gift to him after dinner so you can run away in embarassment after you confess. But Itto needs to be reassured that you don't hate him. His feelings mattered more than your grand plan of confessing.

The box is huge and Itto's eyes lit up as he grabs your gift and takes it. "A gift for me?! The One and Oni Arataki Itto gets a gift from you, (Y/N)?!" He excitedly bounce as he points a finger at himself. You just nodded happily which made Itto tear the box apart as he brings out a stuffed Onikabuto toy that is the size of Ushi.

His silent reaction made you nervous as you rub your hands together. "Uhm do you like it? I made you a really big onikabuto plushie since you are after all... dun dun dun! The Greatest and Most Powerful Beetle Gladiator of all time!" Your voice is a bit shakey but you manage to tell Itto about why you had chosen to make a stuffed toy.

Itto then suddenly tackles you into a hug, the onikabuto plushie is the one that separated his bare chest from ever hitting your face. "Like it?! I absolutely love it (Y/N)! Hehehe!" He pulls away from.the hug holdimg the plushie in one hand while he brushes his nose with his finger.

"I know you recognize my truest strength! I'm just that great aren't I?!" He is spectacularly happy right now which made you also feel the same. "But really... thank you so much this means a lot I was a little sad earlier becausw of... stuffs!" For a second his expression is saddened. "Ah but don't worry I cheered up now all because of you!"

He leans down to your height and pats your head. You were a blushing mess at this point as his touch is gentle. And in return you brush his soft silver hair painted in red highlights away from his cheek and kiss his forehead gently.

"You're welcome and I would always make you happy because I like you very much Itto." You confess with a smile not able to really hold back.

Itto's eyes widen and then he lets out a laugh, "Awww I like you too (Y/N)~!" He ruffles your head again. "You're now my favorite person in aaaaaaall of Inazuma~! But don't tell the gang that I don't want to be accused of favoritism."

You want to feel dejected because he didn't seem to get the idea that you were confessing to him. But oh well! That really doesn't matter for now.

Maybe someday you would confess your crush to Itto properly. For now you enjoyed how he smiles at you softly while hugging the Onikabuto plushie you gave him. Your feelings just grew because you learned something new.

Itto is quite an energetic and positive fella but that doesn't mean he would be immuned to the prejudice against him. And you were for sure not going to let Itto doubt himself ever again. And seeing Itto hold your gift dearly while giggling... you were definitely going to protect that smile.

#arataki itto #itto #arataki itto x reader #itto x reader #arataki itto fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #fluff and comfort #itto being a himbo and reader loving everything about him #gender neutral reader #itto x gn reader

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juneviews · 2 years

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i LOVE your post about your favorite thai actresses, can you do one with your favorite actors?

I sure can! I also have a full video ranking every thai actor I know, though my mind has evolved a bit since then for sure :)

MY FAVORITE THAI ACTORS

off jumpol: I mean I'll try to stay brief bc everyone knows how much I adore off, but for me he's truly the one actor who has it all: he can act great, he's beautiful, has literally the best personality out of any actor, has a great fashion sense, can sing well, is hilarious af, an amazing leader & mc, a great friend & phi to literally everyone around him... like HOW can you not love him? I've been his fan for 3 years now and literally fall in love with him more every day <3

mond tanutchai: speaking of love, here's another actor I'm literally in love with <3 so mond is objectively one of the most beautiful men on this earth, and on top of that he's an amazing actor, is very charismatic, and has the cutest personality! I just hate how underrated he is bc he deserves to be a leading man in every series, and I hope he can get to that very soon bc he only deserves the best of the best :)

tay tawan: so "everybody loves tay" is a popular saying in the fandom for a reason. I usually think actors who are loved by everyone are overrated, but for tay it's 100000% warranted. even though he's not the greatest actor (he's a good actor don't get me wrong!), he has the best personality (infp's unite) and is just... happiness in a human being :) he's also an amazing presenter and extremely genuine & passionate about everything he ever talks about. he transpires honesty & I would trust him with my life <3

drake laedeke: so on top of being very incredibly handsome, I feel like drake really has one of the best personalities out there in the fact that he's not afraid of being silly or "too much." a pattern you'll find in every actor I love is their genuine-ness, and drake definitely has that! he's extremely hyper & fun and while he still has some work to put in acting-wise, he's getting better every year and I'm very excited to see where he goes <3

first kanaphan: so I always brag that I've liked first since his first role, but it's true! I've always felt like he had so much potential, especially when I saw him alongside off in wolf, or drake in blacklist. but ngl since his first role in wake up chanee that was great, I felt like he was delegated to mediocre & okay series where, even though he did shine, he didn't get to show his full potential either. then not me happened, and like everyone in that show, he fucking SLAYED and bodied yok in a way literally no one else could have, and now he's also killing it in the eclipse so I'm literally standing here like a proud mom like "FINALLY! my son gets some good material!" so yeah, I love first & his talent, as well as his silly & loving personality. he's just... pure good vibes <3

earth pirapat: so even though I'm not a super fan of where earth's career is going, very much caged into his ship, I've loved him for a very long time. he's literally the only actor I've seen every role of (even his singaporean show), and he's had my attention since his first role in water boyy, but stole my heart as un in theory of love who's part of what was my main favorite ship, untwo, for years. that love truly culminated in 1000 stars, where he finally got a main role that made him shine like he deserves to! so yeah, I will always support earth, bc he's an amazing actor, genuinely one of the most beautiful men on earth & truly such a sweetie <3 all good vibes towards him!

joss wayar: to complete the hottie trinity (with mond & earth), we of course have joss! so the dude is literally the most beautiful man on this earth & it's kinda rude... but I also really appreciate the fact that he's chosen a variety of roles including a bi poly icon like neo in 3 will be free. I also think he definitely has the potential to become THE male lead of thai series if he works a bit more on his acting, especially in emotional scenes, and while I don't really love the "hustle culture" part of his personality, I still love his response to someone asking him if he was gay back in 2019 that showed how open-minded he is. I'm very excited to see where his career goes :)

gun atthaphan: so what is there to say about gun that hasn't already been said? an obvious INSANE talent for acting, an incredible fashion sense & the cutest personality... it's no coincidence why gun is so beloved. I have nothing but great things to say about him, and while his personality is very private so I wish I knew more about him, I will always support him in every endeavor & wish him the best <3

fluke gawin: a recent addition to my faves’ list, gawin has always been on my radar since his first role as mork in dark blue kiss. while he hasn't had that many roles, he's stolen the show in pretty much all of them! mork was already my favorite part of dbk, I rooted for his character in girl next room over the male lead and he was adorable in enchanté... but of course it's his role in not me that truly sealed the deal for me, managing a super complex character with many emotional scenes & truly showing me that besides a beautiful man who can sing insanely well, there truly is an amazing actor. I'm extremely excited to see where fluke goes next, even though y'all know I'm not a fan of him starring in be my favorite, bc I truly know he has many great things ahead of him. very, very excited for what's to come <3

non chanon: so it's funny bc non has been on my radar for a while, through his roles in bad genius the movie & project s: shoot! I love you, but I always found his roles incredibly bland & boring. then, this past year happened: he gave a twist to the boring male lead trope in 46 days, played one of the most interesting complex roles ever in one of my all-time favorite thai dramas the revenge, and once again a layered messed up rapper in wannabe... and now he's gonna be in the first historical thai bl too! so to say my opinion of him has changed would be an understatement bc he's not only a really, really, REALLY solid actor & absolutely gorgeous, but he also seems like a lovely person who loves pushing himself into new interesting roles. I'm very excited to see his future roles, especially as he seems to want to work with gmmtv more, and I'm really glad to have changed my mind about him <3

other actors I love: white nawat, jaylerr krisanapoom, arm weerayut, mek jirakit, khaotung thanawat, gunsmile chanagun, billkin putthipong & toni rakkaen <3

xxx

#answers #thai actors #off jumpol #mond tanutchai #tay tawan #drake laedeke #first kanaphan #earth pirapat #joss wayar #gun atthaphan #fluke gawin #non chanon

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ghcstchild-a · 7 months

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Headcanon Game

NAME: Wei Ying / Wei Wuxian

MEANING: Wei (魏) — ghosts and spirits / grand, tall or mighty; Wuxian (无羡) — to be free of envy, Ying (婴) — an infant / to pester, to touch. (c)

AKA: the Yiling Laozu / Wei Qianbei (by the juniors)

PHOTO OF YOUR MUSE THAT YOU LIKE:

(he looks angelic in the outdoor scenes with this psd, but there are so many, he's so pretty)

THREE HEADCANONS

he prefers to tell people that Chenqing was something he found in the burial mounds, but in reality, he created his own spiritual weapon from a femoral bone of a corpse and pure resentful energy of the place. the dizi resembled a living being with a consciousness of its own from the start, so to Wei Wuxian, she's always been a 'she'. to call upon the dead, one must establish a connection first, that's how she came to be known as the ghost flute, and that's where she came from.

in his Yunmeng years, he'd spend a lot of time with the junior disciples, especially when Jiang Fengmian was away. most of it was playing with them to help them relax and enjoy the simple joys of childhood, some of it was making sure madam Yu wasn't too harsh with them, taking the blame for wrongdoings when they occurred. the children of Lotus Pier always loved their shixiong for the warmth and kindness he'd radiate in their presence, and Wei Wuxian simply always adored children.

speaking of Yunmeng days, I haven't posted this here (I think?) despite rambling about it on discord, but a huge part of his troublemaker persona stems from the hatred of madam Yu. she used to punish him a lot, for anything, for pretty much existing (while the harshness of it remains questionable, he'd still get whipped on occasion and sent to the ancestral hall to kneel on a daily basis). his psyche is flexible enough, it adapts and overcomes instead of falling into the pits of self-pity and anger, so to him, it quickly turned to the mindset of 'if I'm going to be punished anyway, I might as well do something to make it feel deserved; if I'll get punished for being myself, I might as well be myself at all times'. the other part of it is, of course, the legacy of his mother.

three things your muse likes doing in their free time ⎯⎯

drawing at leisure, just to keep his hands busy and enjoy the process.

spending time with children, works for any verse, he genuinely enjoys it and in some ways, prefers their company to that of adults, as it feels more earnest.

Lan Wangji. working on new inventions to make the everyday lives of cultivators easier and feel the elation of achieving something or bringing something that felt like a far-fetched dream concept before into being.

a phobia your muse has ⎯⎯

dogs, obviously, it's a well-known fact. even if they're tiny, even if they're the most adorable puppies in existence. he might warm up to the latter, or even be in their presence, but only until they show their teeth. it doesn't have to be a full-on bite, just a growl and the sight of teeth is enough.

one thing your muse regrets ⎯⎯

there are too many things. but one thing he regrets the most is accepting that damn invitation from Jin Zixuan that resulted in the first massacre and the latter's death, ad ultimately, the deaths of Wen Qing and Jiang Yanli. he regrets being the one to make his shijie suffer, and eventually losing the people he loved, despite learning later on that it wasn't his fault, because in some ways, it still was, and it all spiralled down from there.

people your character likes / loves ⎯⎯

Lan Wangji, Jiang Yanli, Jiang Cheng, Wen Qing and Wen Ning, every tiny cultivator out there, but especially little Lans and Jin Ling; he likes Nie Huaisang and Lan Xichen, and, in later years, Lan Qiren too. to an extent, he even grows to like Jin Zixuan.

here's a thing about Wei Ying: he doesn't hate. hatred requires a less flexible mind than his, and while some past trauma resurfaces on occasion, he tends to adapt to change rather quickly, so he doesn't wallow in it. he pities Xue Yang, he abhors the actions of Jin Guangyao yet he still doesn't really hate him, he mocks Jin Zixun and is annoyed by the guy, and still there's no burning hatred there. he treats madam Yu with respect despite the not so secret hatred she had for him. it's just not part of who he is. he can only despise himself, he doesn't crave revenge when he's the one being wronged unless it happens in a spur of the moment when he's on the verge of a breakdown. but there's an exception to everything, and that exception is Wen Chao.

stolen from: @cuckoo-among-beasts

tagging: @xiielians, @youthslost & whoever wants to do this!

#── * study : we of course came from hell.#── * hc : a ghost behind the mask.

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faustinio27 · 7 months

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Hiya! 😊

Can you answer 2, 7, 13, 34 and 50 please? ♡

Thank you so much!

Hi! Thanks for your ask 🫶

OC questions are here

2. Why'd you choose your OC's name?

Faustine: Faustine is the name I use when I play a game where you have to create your avatar (like pokemon, animal crossing, etc). It's also the name of my favorite OC (even if they have nothing in common apart from a few details). And because this OC is a demon, I simply gave to this new Faustine "Daemon" as a last name.

Bonnie: I knew I wanted a cute nickname of an aristocratic first name. Bonnie is also a Scottish name meaning "bonne" = "good", and since she's supposed to be the pure of heart in her corrupt family, it suited her well. I had hesitated with the name Minnie, so her full first name is Bonifacia Wilhelmina aka "Bonnie Minnie".

7. What career path would your OC take?

Faustine: I could devote an entire post to it! She's going to do lots of things in her life so I'll try to summarize:

After Hogwarts, she trained to become an Auror, then practiced until her late twenties. Close to burnout and crushing responsibility, she decides to go part-time and accepts only the most dangerous missions. She will open at the same time her own magic library, which has always been her dream. In her thirties, she studied politics, law, sociology and psychology. She gradually entered the political sphere of the wizarding world.

In her late late thirties, she will be part of the Ministry of Magic to take part in debates that are close to her heart and to defend her ideas (while remaining part-time Auror and librarian). The older she gets, the more she'll put aside her Auror job to be present at the Ministry, even if her main profession remains librarian.

In the last years of her life, she left everything behind to concentrate on her role as keeper. She will create new tests, and write her own book, an autobiography, which only the next student with ancient magic will be able to read. In it, she'll recount all her adventures, her ups and downs, her ideas, morals, values and struggles, hoping to inspire the next keeper and warn him of the dangers of the world.

Bonnie: I haven't made up my mind yet, but she'll probably be a seller of plants she grows herself.

13. What's the worst thing your OC's ever done?

Faustine: Murder? Even if they were criminals? We can say what we want, whether her act was justified or not, Faustine massacred Rockwood's camp (and himself) when he kidnapped her, as well as Ranrok's followers who were close to Isidora's depot.

Bonnie: idk she's a precious bean.

34. What's your OC's "thing"?

Faustine: BOOKS! She's an addictive reader, books and more generally stories are all her life. It was books that helped her cope with life as a Muggle in the orphanage, but even once at Hogwarts, she didn't stop. If she prefers fictional stories, she can read anything, and has always a book with her.

Bonnie: Plants! Bonnie has a green thumb. While she loves all plants, she tends to prefer those that are dangerous and disliked by wizards, such as Venomous Tentacula. While her passion remains botany, Bonnie has an affinity for all things and creatures unloved: Thestral, spiders...

50. What do you love and hate most about your OC?

There aren't really any things I hate about them; if something bothers me, I change it. Their existence as OCs is enough for me to adore them; they inspire me to create stories and it's enough! I'm not saying they're perfectly written, but I created them for fun, nothing more 💙

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this might have been done before but just imagine the reader getting married to eddie and how he’d react to them walking down the isle to ave maria 🥺🥺i feel like he’d cry like a baby fr

A/N: Uh, this hasn't been done before, and I'm So ReAdY tO dO iT!!! I friggin love this idea 🥰 enjoy! Come join my taglist! And what the hell, look at his face in this gif, he's so happy I can't-

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Mentions of Riddler's followers, partner in crime kinda reader, love love love fluff fluff fluff 😍

Words: 711

“Ave Mari-i-a…”

The church is closed off to the public, several police cars stationed outside the entrance, ready to hear a gunshot or explosion or anything that can arrest you for. But they can't. You'd planned this, you and Eddie, weeks ago. The GCPD couldn't do anything about it, The Batman couldn't do anything about it...

Not on your wedding day.

The building was pretty much full of the Riddler’s followers, a small group of them near the entrance, staring down the cops with warning glares should they dare attempt anything. They admire and support you as much as they do the Riddler himself, ever since Edward had pulled you into his arms in the middle of a stream and introduced your masked self to his audience. And since the waters flooded the city and the two of you had been exposed by the pigs, neither of you have to wear a mask for this. Edward got out with another inmate just a couple of months ago, and, again, the GCPD couldn’t do much about it. They’d only caught him before because he’d willingly let them. But they can’t outsmart the Riddler, or go against his protective supporters. Just for today, they can’t do much. They’ll sure as hell try hard tomorrow, and the day after, but right now, all you need is each other, no strings attached.

You thought you’d be nervous walking down the aisle, where a group of young, admiring volunteers, some orphans like Edward was, sung Ave Maria in the background. Ed stood waiting with wide, hopeful eyes at the end, the familiar white question mark symbol marking an area of his suit, similarly to the followers, some of them choosing to keep the masks on while others spectated with no cover, phones out and filming excitedly from the seats and higher tiers. It couldn’t be a more perfect scene.

“Mari-ia, gratia ple-e-na…”

He almost chokes on his breath when he caught sight of you in your gorgeous dress, angelic in white, noticing his small question mark symbol in glittery green under one eye. So perfect, so pure, so beautiful. All those years as an unloved orphan, thinking he'd be like that for the rest of his life... until you. Edward doesn’t even try to stop the light tears from dribbling down his cheeks as the followers sigh and marvel wistfully, cameras snapping and videos zooming in on you.

You two are ready for this. You have been for a while. The love Edward Nashton, The Riddler, has for you, is absolutely obsessive and genuine. He can’t stand being away from you, hates the very thought of any means of separation, loves every little thing about you. So, one evening, he shakily got down on one knee during a livestream, presenting a lovely silver ring with a green stone in the centre. He must have been saving up for it for months. You’d accepted instantly, because you love him just as much. There’s no one else you’d rather be with, can picture yourself hugging and kissing and loving, apart from your Eddie.

So here you are.

The choir fades out, and Edward smiles widely, blissfully, his eyes fixed on you in a stare of pure adoration.

“You look like a goddess, my love.”

You smile back at him, and a nervous-looking priest clears his throat, avoiding the amused eyes of the followers around him as he reads.

“Dearly beloved…”

Edward and yourself had said your ‘I do’s’ after they had been asked, and finally, the priest concludes, to which Eddie makes a teary noise of happiness and sweeps you up into his arms, pressing his lips to yours in a searing kiss. The followers go wild, cheering and screaming and jumping enthusiastically, camera flashes and clapping filling the church as you break away with matching lovestruck grins.

“You’re mine forever now,” he coos, hugging you tightly. “I’ll love you forever and ever, angel.”

And he pulls away to burst into hyper, hysterical giggles, and you can’t help laughing with him. The followers do too, and soon that’s all that can be heard, as the members of the GCPD give each other uncertain, worried looks. Because now the Riddler has his queen… and god help anyone who interferes.

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xokiddo · 2 years

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Thank you so much for your sweet tags and memes and comments and just general ENCOURAGEMENT for CtL 😭😭 it means so much coming from you because I adore your stuff toooooo.

Also. I have a request, if you ever feel like indulging … do you have any headcanons for expectant Dads Levi/ Porco/ Floch/ Eren??? (Or whoever else you fancy!)

I love your takes. I’m intrigued. 💜✨

YES. MY TIME HAS COME

This is a lengthy one lol. I may have gotten a little carried away. 😅 I wrote headcanons for all four.

also, fyi, my source for pregnancy knowledge: i'm a mom

Levi:

This man. This man. He will be cool, calm collected on the outside, but internally he is shitting himself.

It’s a shock at the start of your pregnancy. You have to repeat yourself when you tell him you’re pregnant, because um, excuse me what the fuck? You almost worry that he’s about to bail when he just grabs you and hugs you and holds you.

Best man to have during morning sickness. The bathroom is always pristine, so you’ll always have a clean toilet to stick your head in. He’s also willing to hold your hair back if needed, bring you ginger candies after, keep saltines or bread by your bedside.

Feeling those first kicks? Wow. Early on, when only you feel it, he’s a little envious, but then he grows worried he won’t feel the kicks. What if the baby already hates him and doesn’t kick?

One regular evening, you’re sitting on the sofa when he gets home from work, and you gasp and whisper for him to come here. He does, a little worried, and you just take his hands and place them on your belly. He begins to withdraw, but you tighten your hold on his wrists, and then he feels it. You’ve grown used to the kicks, but he feels the nudge against his middle and ring fingers, and then another just below at his pinky. His lips part, his eyes widen, and he stares at his hand because on the other side is his child.

You admit that the baby kicks a lot when you look at him because he makes your heart race, but he just hasn’t had good timing when he touches your belly.

Braxton-Hicks contractions (false labor contractions) fucking terrify him. When he sees you stop walking, breathe deeply for a moment as you try to shake it off, he panics and asks what’s wrong, only for you to wave him off and say “stop being so dramatic.” He’ll roll his eyes at you, but he’ll watch you extra close after that.

When you’re actually in labor?! Forget it. This man is your fucking rock. He’ll barely leave your side to piss lest he misses something.

Labor pains are indescribable pain. Seeing you, unable to speak or hardly even damn breathe through them, coming in every few minutes, makes him feel so painfully helpless it’s terrifying.

That moment he first sees and holds your child, though? Magic. Pure magic. You’ve never seen him so awestruck and vulnerable all at once, and he’s so in love it hurts.

Porco

Ultimate Dad Lad™️

Seriously. Practices Dad Jokes starting the week after you get that positive pregnancy test. Literally has a note in his phone full of them.

Ok but when he finds out you’re pregnant, you half-expect him to freak out, but he just stares at you and asks, “For real life?” and the way he looks almost excited makes you laugh because of course he’s okay with it. He’s not just okay with it - he thinks this is a miracle.

First person he calls is Marcel to tell him he’s going to be an uncle. You have to rein him in not to tell anyone yet until you hit that 12 week mark, but he needs to shout about it to someone, and his brother is the first choice, naturally.

When he comes to the 12 week ultrasound, and it’s looking like a baby and not just a blob on the screen, he sobs. He holds your hand, and he’s so tense, and when he sees the side profile of the baby the wind is knocked from him. He stares at the screen where the ultrasound is displayed, and you look over, and he’s crying. He’s the happiest he’s ever been - so far.

Loves the kicks. Will sing to your belly, talk to the baby, ramble on while you’re laying in bed.

Buys onesies from his favorite sports teams. Gets teary-eyed when you buy a onesie that says Rad Like Dad.

Definitely the dad who will proudly baby-wear, calling himself a kangaroo in the process. He’ll get himself and the baby matching hats to wear.

Freaks out a little when you go into labor. (“Oh shit it’s happening! Oh fuck - is it coming now?! We’re having a baby right now?”)

Holds your hair if you throw up in labor, brushes it out of the way when you get sweaty, holds you and rubs your back when you’re bent over trying to breathe through contractions.

If you get an epidural, he may pass out if he sees the needle. (After the delivery he’ll call you a motherfucking rockstar for being able to sit through it.)

His composure absolutely shatters when he first holds the baby. He cries and cradles the newborn, doing skin-to-skin immediately and whispering the sweetest words to the baby. (“Hi baby, I’m your dad.” “You’re the most perfect little thing I’ve ever seen.” “You’re so loved.”)

Floch

Oh boy.

I can see him kind of not having the best reaction when he finds out you’re pregnant - though not in a bad way, but he just pales and stares at the positive window on the pregnancy test. You have to touch his arm to remind him that you’re there, very much waiting on a response, and he instantly grabs for you and hugs you tightly.

Instantly insists on doing everything for you. Acts of service really come into play for him here; he says he should be cooking for you, cleaning, literally name a task and he jumps at the chance to do it.

“I’m pregnant, Floch, not incapacitated.” “Let me help you.”

In all reality he’s terrified of you losing the baby, and you can appreciate the efforts he’s really putting in here.

A little overbearing about what you shouldn’t be doing. An example - eating lunch meat. Technically you shouldn’t be eating lunch meat, but you try to sneak a bite at Eren’s, to which Floch glares at you. (“You shouldn’t be eating that.” “It’s one piece, not an entire uncured ham.” “What if you get sick?”) But it’s all out of the best intentions.

He really dives into reading about everything to expect - particularly about the delivery and what can go wrong. He’s set on not being left in the dark and being prepared to step up should you be unable to coherently make decisions for yourself in labor, should things take a downward turn. You assure him he doesn’t have to study the material like he’s getting tested on it, but you realize his method of coping with his fear of all the what ifs of labor and delivery is being over-prepared.

You’re not sure why he’s so anxious. He has experience with children, he’s great with kids, but the idea of being a parent is what makes him nervous.

On a lighter note, he made one accidental comparison of the baby kicking to the chest-bursters from Alien and he always has a grin when he feels the baby kick because of the poorly timed joke.

He has a surprising eye for interior design, so you let him have more reign over designing the baby’s room.

When you do go into labor, you’re beyond thankful this man studied his ass off as if he’s taking a damn test because he’s there the entire time, ensuring that you thoroughly understand the doctors and nurses when they pop in and out through your labor, rather than idly sitting to the side.

When the baby is born, he pulls the chair up as close beside your bed as he can, and while you have the baby on your chest, he has his hand just under yours on the baby’s back and he marvels at you and your child. His child. He’s silently crying, cheeks pink, but fuck he’s so over the moon.

Eren

EREH

Y’all were actively trying to get pregnant, so no surprise pregnancy here, but he’s still elated nonetheless. When you come out with the news, he breaks into the biggest smile and he’s notably hiding tears when he buries his face in your neck, embracing you tightly.

He’s mildly prepared for the symptoms to come, but he takes it in stride. Being the son of a doctor, he’s not particularly squeamish.

He waits to tell his family in person in parts - his parents first, then Zeke. Grisha is stunned and Carla jumps up and squeals and then cries tears of joy. For Zeke, you both give him a onesie that says “World’s Best Uncle” and he’s a little confused at first, and then it hits him and he stares with his jaw agape before he brings the onesie to his chest, cradling it.

Zeke and Eren’s relationship is complicated, but overall it’s improved over the years, and this has served to bring them closer. Zeke is determined to be a present uncle. Eren is overjoyed by this, and thus, so are you.

Eren adores you pregnant. He claims that you’re glowing, even when you feel gross and not quite comfortable in your own skin, and he worships you in bed.

You both take full advantage of that 2nd trimester libido.

When he’s finally able to start feeling kicks, he pokes your belly with the hopes of the baby kicking the spot in turn. The moments when this does happen, he marvels at the fact that he’s playing with his baby already.

He does have anxiety around being an adequate father; Grisha was far from perfect, so would Eren make the same mistakes? To which you reassure him every time that he will do his best, and that’s all you can ask.

When you reach the point in your pregnancy that all you can really be comfortable in are dresses, he’s living. You, in a dress, all the time? Perfection in his eyes.

During your labor, he’s calm and collected on the surface, except for his eyes. You can see the stress written in his eyes, but he’s focused on keeping calm so he doesn’t add to the stress of your labor.

Cheers you on in your labor because you’re a fucking champ.

When the baby is born, his composure shatters and he cries when he first holds his child. He’s in awe of you, of the baby you made together, and the fact that this is all real, and he’s the happiest he’s ever been in his life.

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