Zayne can't help but smile at your words, even if they're a bit jumbled as you lean against him, trying and failing to kick off your heels.
Clearly, you'd had a few more drinks than you said you would.
"Good to know." He bends to help you slip the shoes off, then picks you up so they won't hurt too bad. You giggle immediately as his actions, resting your head on his shoulder as you cling to him.
"Do you have a crush on me?" You hold on a little tighter as he ascends the stairs, more focused on the conversation than whether or not you'll fall.
"I would say it's more than a crush." His words make you grin, and he's glad to be off the stairs, because his heart immediately stutters at the sight.
"Does that mean you love me?" He sits you on the bed, carefully helping you out of the stunning yet restrictive outfit you'd donned for the night. Of course, he makes a mental note to ask you to wear it again.
"I do."
Another smile. God, his heart can barely take this.
"That's sweet. I really love you, did you know that? Sometimes I don't know what to do with it all." Your tone drifts off, so Zayne pauses his actions.
"What do you mean?" He isn't really expecting a coherent answer, so he's taken off guard when you meet his eyes with seriousness.
"I love you so much that when I can't give it all to you, it hurts me to keep it inside." Something in him wells up at that, squeezing your hand carefully.
"You can give it to me. I'd love nothing more than to take it. As long as I can give my love to you too. Okay?"
You’re a journalist sent to interview them (Apparently this was a hidden gem question mark?)
His office was silent as you wrote down what he said, the small sound of the recording going. He had his fingers laced over his abdomen. His ankle resting on his knee as he occasionally wiggled his ankle. A sinister smirk on his lips.
“How do you and the Farspace Fleet plan to deal with the deepspace tunnel.” You asked not looking at him but the questions on your tablet.
He took a deep sigh. “I want to ask you a question.”
You look up, eyes wide, hoping he doesn’t start. “Excuse me, Colonel—!” He leaned forward his hands still laced.
“Any plans tonight?” You groaned loudly cutting off the recording for the eighth time.
You snatched the device off his desk and point it at him menacingly. “How many times do I have to restart this recording?!”
He looked at you like a lovesick puppy. “As many times as you ignore my question.” You groaned as you slammed down the device in exhaustion, punching the bridge of your nose.
The tapping of the pen echoed off the walls of Dr. Li’s office. They were simple questions truly but he was not answering them like they were. You wanted to scream into the void but that was deemed unprofessional.
"Do you believe your achievements are what make you a successful doctor?" You asked as the recorder kept rolling before he leaned closer to you and turned it off.
Your eyes lifted slightly as you leaned back into the seat. "Is this necessary?"
"Zayne, it's my job." You bluntly put it. He nodded slowly. "I understand that but your job is quite intrusive."
You sighed. "I was put on the job—."
"Because you're my spouse." He interrupted your statement as he does some clicking on the computer.
"I tell my lover everything but not a reporter." He leaned back crossing his arms. You just nodded slowly.
"Understood." You sighed falling into the seat. "Now go back and tell them exactly what I told you in this room."
He kissed your cheek before placing the recorder in your hand. Before you knew it he was back to work but you kept what he said in mind.
He blinked at you like a confused bunny as you wrote down what he said. He shifted trying to catch a peek, you looked at him through your lashes trying to hold back laughter. You suck in a harsh breath as your back hits the chair.
"Alright Mr. Shen, do you think we will have less no hunt zones in the coming years?" You asked, eye contact strong and unwavering.
His eyes danced around as he thought of what to say. "I—can't answer that." You pause the recording as you groan.
"Xavier help me out here." You whined as he chuckled. "I'm trying but I don't specifically have an answer."
"Then why don't you say that?" You tell him as he scratches his neck. "Because it would put me in hot water with Jenna…"
You sighed. "Then why did you volunteer?" He smiled softly before answering, "Because it was me or Nero and I didn't want you to interview anyone but me."
His sly demeanor made you freeze in place. "But—never mind." You wave him off and take what you have.
His fingers tapped the table as you interviewed him. He was taking his role very seriously and you didn't know whether to commend him or tell him he was taking it too seriously. He was quick to agree because you were going to be given the front page if you could find someone worthy of it. Low and behold, Rafayel was more than ready.
"And would you ever sell the colors you personally make?" You asked before the sound of the recorder filled the place.
His fingers ceased their relentless tapping. He sucked in air before letting it go. "No, why would I ever want to make everyone able to be another version of me?"
Your jaw dropped but were you really surprised? He's being honest and this is Rafayel we're talking about. You cut the recording and glared at him.
"Can you be a bit less of a…diva?" You asked making him laugh. "You wanted authentic I'm giving it to you."
You roll your eyes at him. "I'm only nice to you believe it or not."
You had to give him points for honesty. Your boss would take it his way or no way.
His ankle wiggled as he waited for your next question. He wasn't going to answer any questions he didn't find interesting. He made sure you knew that so you came with what the people wanted to know.
"How long did it take for you to become the boss you are today?" You asked making him snort. You already know he was going to take it there.
"How boring. Next." He waved his hand. His eyes never leaving his book.
"Sylus you can't pick the questions." You whispered harshly. He just shook his head.
"But I can choose which ones I'll answer." He had you there as he turned the page continuing his reading.
"How about what it took for you to become who you are?" You were practically begging for an answer and it was still the first question.
"Same question different phrasing, next." He stated making your eye twitch as you took a deep breath. This was going to be a long day.
Apparently this has been in my arsenal for 6 months! I never posted it and I think it’s the last thing I’ve written for the boys altogether other than a Valko oneshot I was going to write and didn’t—anyway! I decided to give this to you because who knows if I’ll come back yk? You deserve to see it!
someone left me a gimmick asking me to share some thoughts about pussy eater zayne. i ain't passing on that sooo. okaaayy yup, lemme dive into it (like he dives into our pussy—)
soo like i just know zayne isn't really the type to just blindly dive in without any build-up, yknow? he's all about the anticipation. he'll start by tracing lines on your inner thighs with his fingers, which are usually cold cuz he makes them like that on purpose, knowing it'll get you sensitive and more worked up. and surely, you jump and writhe under him, which gets him to lowkey smirk at that
he loooves to take his time, he's got all the patience in the world which is both frustrating and deeply erotic, cuz he focuses sooo well on what he knows will get you aroused until you're begging. he prolongs foreplay with open mouthed kisses all over your body as he moves closer and closer to where you're all slick and needy, literally begging him to just get to it
because he's a surgeon, he's got insaaane manual dexterity, and sure as hell puts his skill to use. he's very observant, quickly noticing whenever your thighs twitch or how your breath hitches when he performs certain moves between your legs, which gets him to figure out sooo easily what's hitting that spot for you
he's also big on holding you down under the sweet assault of his skilled mouth. he'll have his strong forearms firmly over your hips or even hooking his fingers under your ass to pull you closer to his face so he can really get in there
and i just know that he's the kind of guy to usually be pretty quiet in order to hear how divine you sound getting lost in the pleasure of what his mouth can do between your legs. soo zayne's quiet most of the time, save for some heavy breathing, but if you start getting exceptionally loud, he lets out these deep, vibrations-in-the-chest hums and groans against your clit that honestly just feel like fucking cheat codes, cuz after that, it doesn't even take long for you to cum, or even squirt, on his tongue and all over his face
and did i mention the insane eye contact?? this man will look up at you from between your spread, shaky legs hunched over his broad shoulders, and gets himself off on watching how you struggle to hold on, just to see the "O" face you're making as pleasure washes over you, and how you struggle to keep his eye contact, cuz fuck him?! why does he bore his hazel eyes so deep into your soul??
it's just overall super intense and gets you squirming, suddenly embarrassed cuz the neighbors are probably cursing at you two every time
after all, it's the middle of the night, every damn night.....
alsooo he's definitely the type to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand while looking you dead in the eyes, looking completely unbothered but deeply satisfied that he ruined you pffft. then he’ll probably pull you into his chest, tuck your head under his chin, and wait for your poor heart rate to come down
annnd, naturally, he’ll crack some dry joke about your 'elevated vitals' just to see if you have enough energy left to hit him with a pillow. or for round two ;)
hehe~ hope you liked my rambling (this zayne is my current period cravings, man)
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You don't tell Zayne you're slipping again. Instead, you try to hide it, with forced smiles, with more shopping sprees, trying to get back into your old hobbies. It doesn't work. You've never been good at keeping secrets. Especially not from Zayne- somehow, he just notices. He always does.
He notices in the small ways- how you zone out more than usual, how you splash water on your face afterwards then just stand there, the tap running, water dripping between your fingers. He sees the way your pillowcase is soaked with tears at night and he never pushes, just pulls you closer and kisses the edge of your shoulder ever so gently. He lets you cry into his shoulder, sits on the floor with you when you're too overwhelmed, when nothing feels right. He kisses all over you when you feel like you don't deserve him, and he never pushes. When he kisses you, it's reverent, as if he's been given permission to touch something almost holy, always gentle unless you ask him not to be.
Zayne treats you like porcelain, like if he touches you too hard, you'll break. He wraps his fingers around yours softly; he kisses you just long enough to satiate you and pulls away so you don't lose your breath. He holds you and doesn't squeeze, doesn't try to drag your feelings out of you. He just lets you breath him in, pulling you closer so he can wrap his arms around you, kissing your forehead, your cheek, your nose, the corner of your mouth. He never urges. He's just there, perpetually comforting. He brings you your favourite foods, never argues when you watch the same movies over and over again, on repeat. He lets you take sleeping pills, but keeps the container locked somewhere with the key with him. He kisses the inside of your wrist with such softness it makes your heart ache.
After a particularly long day, you feel the mattress shift beside you, his hand brushing yours and taking it in his palm, his scent- pine, expensive cologne, mint, vanilla, and something that is just him- melting into the air.
"You don't have to pretend with me." he says, so low it's almost a whisper. His thumb brushes along your knuckles, and he cups your cheek with his other hand as if trying to catch the tears that are threatening to fall. "I know you're tired, my love. I know some days feel pointless, but I..."
He trails off, moving a little closer. His thumb brushes a line along your knuckles. You let him kiss your cheekbone, then your forehead. His kisses are always so soft, like he's testing the waters, like he's checking if you want to be kissed or not. The hands that cut up patients and save lives are always mild when it comes to you.
"I'm not going anywhere," he continues, voice reverent, steady. "And you don't have to be okay right now. Just lean on me. Let me take care of you, my love."
You swallow the lump in your throat, leaning your head on his shoulder. He kisses the side of your head. In the silence, all you can feel is him.
You feel his breath against your hair, slow and even, as if he's trying to guide you into the same pattern, the same rhythm. His hands slides up and down your back slowly, in steady, grounding lines.
"Just stay with me, my angel. That's enough for me."
pairing: dad!nanami x reader genre: fluff, family, comfort
“And he gave me a flower from the playground.”
Your daughter has been going on and on, giving you all the intricate details of her newfound crush at school. Loud footsteps in the background overpower her light voice.
“Honey, I’m home,” Nanami shouts down the hall.
Before you can stand up from the couch, your daughter darts out of the room toward her dad, jumping into his arms. You join them, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
“Eww! Do you guys have to do that?” She crosses her tiny arms.
“Yes. I love your mom, Princess.” He looks down at you with gleaming eyes.
“Dad, how do you know when you love someone?”
Nanami drops his briefcase onto the floor and clears his throat.
“I knew I loved your mother when I realized I didn’t want to spend another day without her.” He smiles as he looks at you.
“Mom, does that mean I love Ethan?”
Nanami’s eyes shoot wide open, and he clears his throat again.
“Who is Ethan?”
Your daughter looks down, a slight red tint appearing on her cheeks.
“Ethan is my crush, Dad. I love him.”
“Princess, you’re in the first grade,” Nanami says, rubbing a hand over his face.
“So? You said that when you love someone, you don’t want to spend a day without them. I want to see Ethan every day.”
Nanami takes a deep breath.
“Honey, why don’t you go to your room and start on your homework?”
She rolls her eyes.
“Fine, Mommy.”
She runs up the stairs. By the time her bedroom door shuts, Nanami is sinking into the living room couch.
“She’s six. She doesn’t need to be worried about boys. I thought I wouldn’t have to deal with this until she was sixteen.” He blows out a breath, rubbing a hand over his face.
“Don’t worry about it. Everyone has at least one crush in elementary school. She’ll grow out of it.” You rub his shoulders gently.
“I hope she’s still my little girl.” His eyes begin to water.
“She loves you, baby. She’ll always be your little girl. You’re all she talks about—especially when you sneak her lemonade for breakfast.”
You both let out a quiet laugh. He wraps his arm around you before resting his head against your chest.
⋆˙⟡ honeymooning with husband!nanami ⟡˙⋆ᰔ
~fluff wc~0.5k
An amber glow blanketed the island as the sun dipped low toward the horizon. The air was filled with the sweet scent of saltwater and blooming hibiscus.
Wandering along the sandy path, basking in the warm evening breeze, you spotted the most perfect pink hibiscus flower. It sat perched on the highest branch of the tropical tree beside you.
Determined to pluck it, you locked your gaze onto the lone flower. Pressing your bare feet into the warm sand, rising on to your tiptoes. You stretch your arm out as far as you possibly could, hoping to snag it from the branch.
The bloom was so close, as your fingertips grazed the very edge of the petals, but it still remained just out of your reach.
You huffed out a small frustrated breath, now focusing entirely on the prize, completely unaware of the footsteps approaching you.
Suddenly, you felt a large, familiar presence envelop you from behind.
As your husband stepped into your space, his broad chest pressed gently against your back, as he snaked one arm around your waist.
As you struggled reaching for the bloom, his arm slid over yours. You let out a soft gasp, your body relaxing against his strong frame as he lingers close, his breath warm against your neck.
He slowly traced his fingers along your extended arm which sent goosebumps blooming across your skin and your heart racing.
He plucked the flower with ease, admiring it for a moment before his eyes drifted down to your face.
He spun you around to face him. His warm fingertips gently brushed against your sunkissed cheeks as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
He carefully nestled the fresh flower ensuring it was behind your left ear (so it let everyone know you were his).
Nanami learned that it was an island tradition that showed a woman's relationship status. As the left ear is closest to your heart, placing a flower behind it signifies your heart is taken.
He leaned in closer, a soft smile gracing his lips as his love filled eyes washed over you. “So this is where you disappeared to my love?”
Your heart fluttered when you locked eyes with each other. You smiled lovingly as you leaned slightly into his touch. “i'm sorryy ken. I didn't mean to wander off. I just got completely distracted by how perfect this flower looked.”
Your handsome husband let out a gentle hum as his heart warmed, admiring how adorable you were being.
His hand moved down to wrap securely around your waist, pulling your hips closer to his.
“It is perfect. I can hardly blame you sweetheart” he agreed softly, though his eyes were still fixed on yours never once drifting down to the petals.
Slowly, his fingers tangled into your hair, tilting your head up just enough to bring your lips a breath away from his.
“But it doesn't stand a chance against my beautiful wife,” nanami whispered against your soft lips, as his other hand moved to gently caress your face.
“The moment I saw you standing here, the entire garden completely faded away.”
he finally closed the remaining distance, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss that sealed this perfect moment on your paradise honeymoon.
a/n: omg its been a while since I posted something🫣 i've lowkey been hating everything i write ughh😭😭 but im forcing myself to post more this summer
(,,>﹏<,,) bring your kid to work day + nanami! ✦⋆💼.˚
“my love, are you absolutely sure about this?”
you giggle, turning from where you’d been preparing your daughter’s mini lunchbox so that you’re facing your husband. his face is taut, a subtle sense of worry set in his features.
“kento.” a small, exasperated smile plays on your lips. “she’ll be fine. besides, you know how excited she’s been about this — she’s been talking about it all week!”
“i know, but...what if she gets bored? or if she wants to go home midway through the day? you know i can’t exactly take her back whenever i please.” nanami tugs at his tie a little, smoothing down the edges absentmindedly: a nervous tell of his that you’ve grown accustomed to by now.
you lean back against the kitchen counter, raising an eyebrow.
“she literally clings to you every time you work from home,” you counter, rolling your eyes at the memory of her behaviour just last week. she’d followed him around all day, pacing back-and-forth alongside him and just barely avoiding tripping him up while he had been taking important business calls. you had tried to pry her away just long enough for your poor husband to finish at least one business call without any disruptions, but that only resulted in tears. a lot of them.
in fact, she’d cried for an hour after that, sulking in her father’s arms as he empathetically stroked her hair in an attempt to calm her down.
okay, so nanami supposes you may have a point, she’d probably be just fine at his workplace.
he rubs his temple, regrettably all out of arguments. instead, he gives in and chooses to finish packing his bag for work, shoulders lowering a fraction.
you both hear several loud, unceremonious stomps coming down the stairs, and you simultaneously turn to see your daughter reach the foot of the stairs, all ready for her day out. she has a huge grin plastered on her face, and her hair is in two neat pigtails — thanks to nanami of course — complete with two bright hair clips.
“i’m ready! let’s go!” she rushes to him and tugs at his leg, eyes wide and expression excited. she extends her arms in a silent plea to be carried, and who is your husband to deny his sweet daughter?
“see you after work!” you smile, pressing a quick kiss to your daughter’s nose and waving them both goodbye.
-
nanami leans back slightly from where he’s sat at his desk, staring at his computer screen and inspecting the values in the spreadsheet. it’s monotonous work, just about as boring as always — as should be expected of a 9-5 office job. unlike a typical work day, however, his desk has several colourful drawings scattered across its surface today. the first is a drawing of a flower, spirals of bright yellow crayon forming what he can only assume are the petals. alongside the flower picture are two other drawings: a drawing of a huge, wonky heart coloured in yellow, and then another sheet of paper with a drawing of a stick figure with blond hair, a serious expression drawn onto its round face.
averting his gaze from his desk, nanami moves to lift his breakfast (a pesto-mozzarella baguette) to his mouth, chewing slowly and watching his daughter doodle. she’s got her tongue stuck out as she scribbles in determined silence, her crayon in one hand and a chocolate chip muffin in the other.
the bakery workers had both worn a look of poorly-contained surprise upon hearing his order change from his usual baguette sandwich to both a baguette and a muffin this time. they’d always taken him as a man heavily rooted in routine, and so to see him stray away from what was typical of him was…odd.
“what are you drawing now, sweetheart?” nanami murmurs softly, watching her hunch over yet another sheet of paper, her grip firm on her crayon.
“me and papa at work!” she responds. he raises his eyebrows at that, a tiny, barely-perceptible smile crossing his features as he watches her join up the arms of the two stick figures so that they’re holding hands. she doesn’t lift her head from her drawing, too engrossed in adding his blond hair perfectly atop his head and drawing her own smile just right.
after about fifteen minutes or so, she’s done.
“tada! that’s papa, and that’s me!” she exclaims proudly, glancing up at nanami for approval and beaming when she sees him smile softly back at her. he strokes her hair, quiet for a moment before speaking.
“okay, now that you’ve finished your drawing, why don’t we take a break from playing so i can go get a coffee?”
“it’s not playing.” she corrects him, blinking up at him with solemn eyes. “i’m working, just like you do!” at that, your daughter puts a hand on her hip, looking up at her father with an unimpressed expression. while nanami’s not quite sure that he’d put gruelling office work on the same level as scribbling a few drawings, he decides it’s better not to debate on the matter.
“okay, i’m sorry, honey. let’s take a break from working and go get a coffee.”
“yay! okay!”
your daughter skips down the hall with him, speaking excitedly about her day as they approach the coffee machine.
“do you want to press the buttons for me?” he looks down at his daughter, and she nods excitedly. nanami carefully lifts her up, securing her in his arms so that she can reach the machine properly.
“an americano, please.” he places a mug under the machine before lifting a finger to point at the correct button. the four year old girl presses it with a tiny delighted giggle, clearly pleased with herself as coffee begins to pour out into the cup below.
“i want one too!”
“it may be a little too bitter for you, shall we get you a hot chocolate instead?”
that catches her attention. with an excited squeal, she agrees enthusiastically, turning to face the machine and trying to figure out which button to press. she hesitates, unsure which is the hot chocolate.
“that one, sweetheart.” nanami gently guides her finger to the right button and she turns her head to face him in awe as it pours out, eyes wide and surprised.
a couple of minutes later, your daughter skips back down the hall, nanami following close behind with two mugs in his hands, trying to match her pace while also making sure not to spill anything.
she slides happily into her seat next to his desk, tapping her hands on the tabletop expectantly as she waits for her father to put her mug down before pulling a sheet of paper and a crayon close to her.
“okay. now i’m in work mode! no distracting me, okay?” she blinks sternly up at him. she’s sat about as professionally as a four year old can be, her mug at her side and a stack of papers in front of her.
nonetheless, over the span of the next 5 or so minutes, your husband can’t help but notice one problem.
“is the hot chocolate too hot?” he asks gently, watching as his daughter reaches out for the drink a third time before quickly retracting her hands again.
“…mhm.” that earns a small, empathetic sigh from nanami.
“here, let me help.” he murmurs. gently, he lifts the mug to his lips and blows for a few minutes before taking a small sip.
“there. it should be fine now. try it.” she does so, meanwhile he brushes her hair away from her face tenderly.
“yeah! all better!” she shuts her eyes contentedly and takes the mug from his hands happily, kicking her legs back and forth in between excited sips.
after several minutes of being sat like that and sipping her drink, your daughter looks up from her hot chocolate to face nanami.
“i like working with papa!” she beams at him, showing off the mess of hot chocolate around her mouth and cheeks in the process.
nanami’s expression softens at those simple words.
“yeah, i like working with you too, sweetheart.”
a/n: idea creds to my lovely hazel @hangenism i love this idea and i love you thank you sososo much !!!
girl dad papamin you are SO dear to me ˊᗜˋ && this is a semi filler post while i try to get rid of my writing block
In which… your creepy coworker won't take the hint, so your friend pretends to be your boyfriend.
Contents: Dick Grayson x gen!reader, fake dating, friends to lovers, creepy coworker, unwanted advances toward reader, workplace harassment (brief), fluff
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Jasons version
You text him one afternoon, asking if he´s free tonight to pick you up.
You're on closing shift with the creepy new hire who won't stop flirting with you, no matter how many times you've told him to back off.
Your friends joked about getting a fake boyfriend to pick you up and desperate times sometimes meant desperate solutions.
When Dick texts back, it was almost time to close the store. You wash the last couple of mugs and glasses while your coworker took out the trash. When he comes back through the door, a second person steps in.
"Sorry, we´re closed." Your coworker says.
"Oh, no that´s my boyfriend." You look at Dick. You may or may not have forgotten to tell him.
He looks confused for a second, then, his usual confident grin takes over. "Babe, when can we go? I´m hungry."
"I´m finished in a second you can wait inside." You say, relief washing over you.
Dick pulls out his phone and sits down by a window.
Your coworker eyes him, annoyance visible on his face.
As you step into behind the counter again, collecting the cloths laying around by the sink to hang them up, your coworker suddenly gets very close.
"Didn´t think that was your type." His voice is condescending and sour. "All this time, leading me on when you got someone waiting at home. Does he know?" He was quiet enough that you didn't think Dick could hear.
You scoff. "I never gave you any reason to even think that way." You don´t bother to keep your voice low. "And if you don´t leave me alone soon, you can explain yourself to my boyfriend yourself." Dick´s head snaps up at that. Eyes focused on the guy staying way to close too you.
He gets up and walks over to the counter and leans against it. "Problem?"
You smile at him. "Not anymore. I think." You look back at the other man, having taken a step back by now.
"When are you finally finished? I was being serious, I´m starving."
Ten minutes later, you two walk to Dick´s car.
"So, what was that about? Thrilled to be your boyfriend, just wished I knew sooner." His tone was teasing. You elbow him and he mockingly gasps.
"I´ll buy you dinner. As a thank you."
"So we´re going on a real date now?" You stop walking and look up to him, expecting to find a grin or some other unserious expression, but his face had an unusual, unconfident smile on it.
You hesitate. "Would you want it to be a real one?"
He looks straight ahead, then back to you. "I kinda wanted to ask you out at some point anyways," he admits.
You did not expect that. "I mean, you can ask me out now."
"Okay, okay." He clears his throat dramatically. "Do you want to go out on a date with me?"
It takes you a minute to answer. Dick raises a brow.
"So creative," you laugh.
Dick rolls his eyes. "Oh wow, way to make a guy feel confident. Yes or no?"
"Yes, obviously."
"You're still paying though, right?" The offended look on your face makes him laugh. "As a thanks, remember? I saved you. I´m your hero."
♯┆ asking the lads guys if you can hold it while they pee
𝜗𝜚˚⋆ cw: mdni! suggestive, talks of handjobs and obviously pee (no watersports tho), otherwise just pure chaos
𝜗𝜚˚⋆ notes: my requests are open >:3 | taglist
♡ comments and reblogs appreciated ♡
── ⟢ Xavier
✧ Xavier was confused as to why you were following him to the bathroom in the middle of the night.
✧ He stopped in his tracks once he stood in the middle of the room and realized you were in the doorframe.
✧ "You need the toilet too? I can wait,"he offers tired, but you only grin at him as you walk towards him.
✧ You wrap both arms around his torso and give him puppy eyes - it's nearly impossible for him to say no when you're that sweet.
✧ "Can I hold it while you pee?" You ask with a mischievous glint in your eyes.
✧ "Hold what? The roll of toilet paper?" He asked tired, his brain not fully working in this state.
✧ "No, your dick." You say bluntly and step away from your small hug.
✧ Xavier's eyes went wide for a moment and he was wide awake after you said that and he gulped, unsure what to answer.
✧ "Uh… sure?" It was more a question than a statement and he blinked a few times, trying to wrap his head around as to why you would want that.
✧ You giggled when he stepped closer to the toilet and pulled his pajama pants with his boxers down just enough to get his dick out.
✧ "Well, do you want to hold it now or? I kinda really need to… yeah," he mumbled, the tips of his ears a cute shade of pink.
✧ "Xav! It was a joke! But if you insist…" you laugh softly and step behind him, gently grabbing his cock so you can aim it.
✧ Xavier had a shiver run down his spine when the first few drops turned into a steady stream, closing his eyes to not think about your hand wrapped around his manhood in such a dirty moment.
✧ He thought it was just a weird dream when he got up in the morning so he never really mentioned it again.
── ⟢ Zayne
✧ You knew his answer before you even asked but you still happily skipped after him to the bathroom.
✧ At first Zayne thought you skip past him and into the bedroom or into the kitchen to grab a snack for your movie night.
✧ But he almost closed the door right in your face when he went into the bathroom.
✧ "Are you okay?" He asked with one raised brow, giving you a look over, genuinely wondering why you'd follow him into the bathroom.
✧ "Is it about the call earlier? I told you it's just a coworker who took over one of my patients and-" you cut him off mid sentence, laughing softly.
✧ "Do you think I'm jealous? I trust you, silly" You said amused which immediately eases the worry in his face. Of course you weren't concerned or jealous but there was this mischievous look on your face.
✧ "Then what brings you here?" He asked curiously, leaning against the doorframe to stare you down as if he needs to extract your deepest secrets.
✧ "Can I hold it? While you pee?" You ask as sweet as you can muster and he shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.
✧ "You want to hold my penis while I pee?" He asks amused and stands up straight again, still shaking his head in disbelief when you nod eagerly.
✧ "Absolutely not" His voice sounded strict but the look on his face gave away that he was highly amused.
✧ You cross your arms over your chest and pout "Then I'll watch" you protest.
✧ Zayne sighs and gently picks you up to set you down outside of the bathroom where the door closes in your face and the lock shuts close. He won't let you hold it.
── ⟢ Rafayel
✧ You didn't really want to hold it when he goes to the bathroom you just saw the trend going around on TikTok where people ask their partner that question and thought it's fun.
✧ Rafayel's reaction to random, unhinged questions are always adorable to you, all pink cheeks and confused eyes.
✧ So when he strolls into the bathroom for his evening bath, you follow him like a lost puppy, bumping right into him when he abruptly stops.
✧ lWhat is it, cutie? Wanna join me in the tub?" He asks with a sweet smile and you almost feel bad for what you're about to ask.
✧ His face changes from soft and gentle to confused and almost repulsed, the apples of his cheeks turning redder by each second until it reaches the tips of his ears and slowly creeps down his neck while avoiding your excited gaze.
✧ "For a second i thought you asked me if you can hold my… while I…" he didn't even say the absurdity out loud but you only nod with a far too happy grin
✧ "Wait- You were serious?!" His voice rises in pitch which only adds to your amusement.
✧ So you unbuckle his pants, not planning on doing anything without his consent, just teasing a little.
✧ "Yes? Is that so weird? I mean you've peed before while I was in the tub when we stayed at that one small hotel room," you remind him that it's technically nothing new.
✧ Rafayel sighs, it's almost an annoyed whine. He hates saying no to you but this seems so absurd to him.
✧ "One time. Just this once so you're happy." He mumbles defeated and his blush changes from a soft pink into hues of crimson and deep red.
✧ You didn't want to chicken out now either so you pulled through with it, giggling when you actually got to hold it
✧ No matter how much Rafayel whines and pouts after, he did kinda like it but he would deny it until he's in his grave.
── ⟢ Sylus
✧ Sylus is no fun when it comes to pranking, always one step ahead and ready to do the wildest things so you knew he would say yes before you even asked.
✧ You gave yourself away with batting your lashes pretty - you always do this when you want something.
✧ "What is it this time, kitten?" He asked with a lopsided smirk, looking you up and down in hopes to find out more.
✧ At this point you considered chickening out, his know it all attitude ruining the fun for just a moment but you smiled sweetly at him.
✧ "Sylus, mighty leader of Onychinus, my handsome boyfriend," you started with some flattery, grabbing his chin playfully just to keep him waiting.
✧ "Would you… let me hold it when you pee?" You ask with a straight face but it only lasted 0.2 seconds until both of you broke the facade.
✧ Sylus chuckled and shook his head at how ridiculous you sounded but ended up shrugging.
✧ "You know I won't ever say no to you, especially not when you ask so nicely," he teased and gently grabbed your wrist before dragging you towards the bathroom despite your protest of it being a joke.
✧ "Oh so you're telling me that you're too scared of getting your hands dirty?" He teases, wanting to see you struggle for the amusement.
✧ You ended up holding it with a pout, your cheeks burning while Sylus smirked at you, arms crossed over his chest - he didn't think you would actually do it but he didn't mind it at all.
── ⟢ Caleb
✧ Caleb was in the middle of brushing his teeth when you slipped into the bathroom behind him, leaning against the doorframe with mischief in your eyes.
✧ He paused with the toothbrush still in his mouth and gave you a suspicious glance in the mirror.
✧ "You got that look again," he mumbled despite the minty foam "And that means you're about to say something stupid."
✧ You grinned and walked closer until you were right behind him.
✧ "Can i hold it while you pee?" You asked sweetly and looked at him in the mirror with such an innocent expression.
✧ Caleb almost choked on the toothpaste. He spat it out, wiped his mouth and turned around to stare at you as if you'd grown a second head.
✧ "... You serious?" He asked half in disbelief, but his brows were raised with amusement.
✧ You nodded, trying not to laugh at how genuinely put off he looked.
✧ He sighed and dragged a hand down his face. "That's... weird. Even for you."
✧ You two stood in the bathroom like that for a few more moments until he sighed. "Fine. If it gets this out of your system..." he muttered in defeat, unable to say no to that flicker of hope in your eyes.
✧ You reached for him the moment he pulled his pants down, but the moment your fingers brushed along his shaft, he flinched away.
✧ "Cold hands—Jesus," he said playful and mocking. "Go ahead, aim straight. Don't make a mess or I'll never let you live this down." He mused and waited if you would actually do this.
✧ To his surprise, you actually reached back out and held his dick. He glanced at you the entire time, looking rather amused while you looked concentrated.
✧ "Happy now? Weirdo." he teased when he pulled his pants back up.
── ⟢ Valko
✧ Valko barely made it two steps into the bathroom when you padded in after him, looking like a lost puppy with hopeful eyes.
✧ When he turned around to look at you, he looked like he was already prepared for whatever nonsense you were about to pull.
✧ "What's up? Miss me already?" he asked amused and leaned against the sink
✧ "Can i hold it while you pee?" you asked sweetly but barely managed to keep a straight face.
✧ Valko barked out a laugh, his head falling back as he did so. "You're kidding. No—wait, you're not kidding?!"
✧ He shook his head, still chuckling when he waved you closer. "Alright, come on then. Let's see how well you can aim." he mused, humored by your silly request.
✧ You stepped closer when he tugged his waistband down and the second your hand wrapped around him, he gave an exaggerated shiver.
✧ "Ooh, bold," he teased, voice still laced with a soft laughter. "Didn't think you'd actually go for it. Careful now—don't get stage fright on my account."
✧ Valko smirked down at you the entire time, enjoying how flustered you were getting. When he was done, he gently bumped his shoulder against yours in a teasing manner.
✧ "Not bad, you're hired. Same time tomorrow?" he asked playfully which made you flee the bathroom after washing your hands. This was a no to his job offer.
AN: These gifs were the ultimate source of inspiration. May he return one day 🕊️
Pairing: LaDs x GN Reader
My fav: Caleb takes the cake for this one
Xavier:
Not buying poor bunny's cuteness facade.
He'll act all cute and snuggly to get you closer for his nefarious desires. But there's a surefire way to trigger this man. Just don't buy the cuteness.
He's outraged, genuinely outraged, that a book is more interesting than the show he's put on, at the cost of his dignity.
So he sulks. Pouts into the pillow, even. Which, organically extracted from your beloved, is cuter than any performance could ever be.
And ultimately, losing what little dignity he has left to love, Xavier slithers his way between you and the book. Rests his head on your chest. Openly asks for what he wants, instead of relying on the evergreen cuteness of someone his age.
Rafayel:
"No, you cannot just say that! There are no pathos in your argument." Rafayel's face is already red, his hair astray from how hard he's been raking his hands through it. His hands fly out in indignation.
You almost feel bad. Almost.
"Achilles was the top. He was the warrior. You saw that in Troy. We watched it together last night." You counter, circling back to the point that started it all. "Strong equals top."
He stands up. "Absolutely not! Plato clearly states Achilles was the younger, more beautiful one. And he sought vengeance for Patroclus. Thus, my point stands."
"Patroclus was a warrior too, though." You shrug. "In the Iliad."
"Exactly! So he was strong as well!" He's in your face now, finger pointed.
"They were just friends."
Rafayel goes off. Just as you predicted.
Zayne:
"No no, no need for going to the hospital. Just wash the wound and it'll sort itself out," you talk over the phone and Zayne is already making his way to you.
"Of course I confirmed with Zayne. Don't bother with disinfectant. It's just water." You barely hold back your grin while on a call with 'Tara'.
"They might need help." Zayne chimes in, following behind you. "Can I talk to them?" His hand outstretched.
"It's okay, Zayne, they just got scratched by some wanderer, flesh wound. I got this."
He rubs his brow. "They need to go to the hospital. Let me talk to them."
You hand him the phone.
"Hello, Tara, y-"He looks at you deadpan. Hands you the phone and vanishes for the next hour.
Sylus:
He looks like he really wants you to ask. You don't. You keep walking.
Leaving your currently dressed as a fruit vendor boyfriend to his antics.
You can almost see his face. The fading smug smile. Kept there only by sheer effort.
Sylus would have expected you to walk, ask the usual indignant question, "What the hell are you doing, Sylus?" And for him to reply, in complete amusement, that this was his next big plan.
But today you chose violence and denied the flashy crow his reward. No, he will not get to be the mastermind, Sylus.
Within 15 minutes, he's changed. In the next 5, he is silently parked outside the train station to offer a ride back.
Good boy, you almost say out loud. And settle for a quiet laugh.
Caleb:
First off, don't try.
It took some effort building up. You started with leaving cabinets open. But that didn't work.
Caleb had the required amount of patience to close them after you, without a word. And after walking into one too many yourself, you decided to switch tactics.
Got into a stupid debate? He will shamelessly switch sides to be on yours.
Didn't eat the lunch he packed? He will make a heavy dinner with all food groups included for a balanced diet.
At some point you start feeling terrible.
So accepting defeat, you give up on the idea of ragebaiting your wife.
Can't have him blowing up for a second time.
Valko:
"Not touching you." Your finger hovers an inch from his arm.
"You're already in my space." Valko doesn't even look up, just turns his head to bite at your finger. You yank it back just in time.
"Rude. You could've let me have that one." You lean in anyway, close enough that your nose nearly brushes his cheek. And then the tickle attack begins.
"Stop! Stop, I can't-" He's half-groaning, half-laughing, squirming away. "This isn't fair, I can't even fight back!"
Something You Do That Turns The LADS Men On (including Valko)
Caleb
Caleb loves when you look for him in crowded spaces, unconsciously craving the safety and familiarity of your childhood friend and adoptive brother. Your eyes scan the crowd nervously, shining in relief when they lock with violet ones. The way you scuttle over to him, grabbing for purchase on the side of his jacket or interlocking your fingers with his, makes his throat tighten and blood rush downwards. In the end, even your subconscious brain knows that he is the one for you. Only Caleb could protect you and keep you safe. The fact that you weren’t even aware of the way you gravitated towards him made him want to take you right there, whispering sweet nothings as he gives his meimei exactly what he knows she craves deep down.
Zayne
Zayne loves it when you actually heed his medical advice. He has plenty of problematic patients, ranging from elderly people who simply forget the things he has suggested to them, to people who, like you, are so busy that they forget to attend their appointments and take the medicine he prescribes them. So, when you actually prioritize your health, utilizing rest days when he suggests it, and taking all of your medication religiously, it makes him want to spoil you endlessly. Such a good girl, listening to her doctors orders so well. Seeing how you are able to follow instructions so perfectly, he wants to see you do so in the bedroom too. If not, he has ways of making you behave.
Xavier
Xavier loves when you reach for him in your sleep. He spends so much of his time sleeping, and it's his favorite when you join him, whether it's bedtime or simply a nap. Regardless of the time, he is on call for wanderers and that causes him to sometimes have to slip out of the bed while you are fast asleep. When your sleeping self feels the weight of the bed lift as he gets up, you can’t keep yourself from reaching out, fingers brushing the warm spot where Xavier used to be. Even in your sleep, you have the cutest pout when you realize he is gone. Sometimes Xavier waits to leave the room until you settle, your eyebrows unknitting as deep sleep claims you once more. You sweet girl, so lonely without him and longing for him to be beside you always. When he comes back he always rewards you with a treat for being so well behaved, pumping himself with one hand as he dives into your soft folds, your slick coating his nose and lips as he makes sure to make you finish at least twice for being so good and patient.
Sylus
Sylus loves it when you argue with him. In his brain, it's akin to a tiny kitten yowling at a dragon for being in its way. The way you glare at him, mouth set in a deep frown, before beginning to speak again, voice laced with venom and sweet sass, makes something deep within him purr. There you are, arguing with someone who not only dwarfs you in strength and power but also influence. What did you think you could do? Even though he knew you could never defeat him, in intellect or might, he loved to let you try. It was like a fly struggling in a spider’s web, only to become more caught. Sylus lets you think you won, before pinning you down, and showing you exactly who holds the power here.
Rafayel
Rafayel loves it when you prioritize him above all of your other responsibilities. Your friend asked you to a meal but you cancelled because you wanted to see him? He’s instantly hard. You are out on a date with him and Xavier texts you asking about going on a mission and you decline? You better find a bathroom or dressing room because he is inches away from bending you over right then and there and showing you what good little devotees get for being so obedient. This sea god requires a lot of attention, basically all you have, so when you provide it without him even having to ask, it’s like you induced his ebb right then and there. He is your god, your idol, and your mate, so what could be more important than him?
Valko
Valko loves it when you nuzzle your head against him. He always does it, both purposely and without realizing because of his wolfish instinct to make sure you smell like him. The poor boy can’t stop himself from scenting you constantly, the knowledge that you smell of him and only him making his tail wag in delight. What he didn’t expect to love so much was when you nuzzled him back. His sweet, perfect mate. The fact that you aren’t even a wolf like he is, but still find yourself snuggling yourself against the crook of his neck or cuddling into his hands when he cradles your face makes his mouth go dry and his rut threaten to start. Since you are going to act like such a good mate, it's only fair he breeds and knots you like one, no?
haii guys! hope you enjoyed! this is my first multi-chara post, so we will see how it goes :3 as always, thank you for the support and love on my fics! i hope you have a wonderful day, and remember to stay hydrated -kitty
🔞 Extra Credit - Professor Zayne bends you over his desk and teaches you a precious lesson.
cw: professor-student dynamic (kinda), brat tamer zayne, power imbalance, semi-public setting, professor kink, fingering, academic-ish dirty talk, she's being a brat on purpose, taunting professor zayne, spanking
Your grade on his class had already been filed.
Zayne had made certain of that before he touched you.
Before he locked his office door, took the exam from your hand, and certainly before he guided you to bend over the polished edge of his desk. Until the semester ended, he had tolerated the frilly little skirts you tempted him with, the lingering looks that conveyed your inappropriate thought very obviously, and the suspicious number of questions you asked after class, time and time again. However, he had never indulged you in any of it.
Now, apparently, restraint had become negotiable. Now, he could bend the rules as he willed.
“You scored sixty-two.”
Behind you, his voice remained leveled, almost clinically calm. Yet his palm settled hot against the back of your thigh with enough deliberation to make your fingers curl around the desk.
“I noticed.” You tried to play it casually, but honestly, could you really hide how excited you were, being bent over his desk with your ass and pussy accessible to him?
“So did I.” Zayne placed the exam sheet beside your face. Red ink crowded the margins in his sharp handwriting. “Unfortunately, noticing after the fact appears to be a habit of yours.” he remarked.
Though embarrassment warmed your cheeks, you dared to glance back at him. His jaw had tightened, just a tiny bit but enough to betray that the baby-blue lace peeking beneath your skirt—and the way it was already darkening with a telltale shimmer of moisture—had affected him more than his expression admitted.
Oh, you couldn’t have chosen a better pair to wear. Picked your sexiest panties you owned in hopes he would finally make your fantasies come to life.
“Maybe I was distracted.” you countered playfully, reaching back to brush your knuckles against the hard ridge of his bulge confined in his slacks.
“During every lecture?” he questioned, pools of hazel darkening as he tracked the shameless movement of your hand. Oh, you were quite bold, weren’t you?
“Your lectures were very distracting.” you whispered, batting your eyelashes at him.
You conjured the most innocent expression you could muster, eyes all big and round, and oh, how it made him twitch against your knuckles.
Of course, you played your little game on purpose, taunting Professor Li all semester. It was as if you wanted to see how long you could bait him for, and how may pieces of clothing it took for you to drop before he finally fell in your trap.
So you became shameless. Wearing short skirts and blouses that dipped low enough to present your breasts to him whenever you bent over to ‘pick what you dropped’, with an oops and an apology following, sweet smile on your face every time. Professor Li knew better than to react to your little traps, yet he never directly stopped you.
Naturally, you took that as a sign to continue and double down on your flirting and your teasing, and your playing oblivious in front of him. Asking him for after-class help, despite you purposefully not paying attention to what he taught during lectures, too preoccupied with imagining him bending you over and fucking that attitude out of you.
For a moment, he said nothing else, but let his hazel eyes drag from your face to the hem gathered high over your hips, lingering on the slick sheen coating the inside of your thighs. The look was brief, giving nothing away, and somehow worse because of it.
Then his fingers slipped beneath the lace with no warning, pained gasp tumbling from your lips as he found you already throbbing and dripping.
“Read question four,” he instructed, stern voice hitting straight between your legs.
“But—”
“Question four.” he repeated firmly, knuckles grazing the swollen heat of your folds.
Because he used that quiet tone—the one that suggested he already anticipated your every objection—you lowered your gaze to the paper, a soft whine escaping your throat. “Explain the physiological mechanism—”
“The answer.” Zayne prompted, leaning in until his thick bulge rubbed against your ass.
You swallowed hard. “Increased sympathetic activity causes—”
His fingertip brushed over your clit, circling the tiny, engorged bud with a layer of your own slickness, and the rest of the sentence collapsed somewhere behind your teeth into a broken moan. Immediately, his touch retreated.
Zayne’s mouth curved at one corner. “Interesting. You knew more in the first five seconds than you wrote during a ninety-minute exam.” he observed.
“You weren’t touching me during the exam.” you retorted, voice trembling as you arched your back more, desperate to bring him back to the source of the ache.
“No. You merely behaved as though I were.”
Heat climbed violently into your face. Shit, he caught you red handed. Noticed everything, from the way you stopped taking notes, to how your knees shifted beneath the desk to rub your thighs together, when your attention caught on the way his calloused hands moved so precise and firm, hypnotezed by them instead of the diagrams behind him. Still, having him say it aloud felt indecent in a way his fingers had not yet managed.
“Finish the answer.”
Meanwhile, his hand remained between your thighs, resting rather than helping. Each time you buckled toward it, seeking the friction of his palm, he moved it just far enough to deny you. The sensation of being so close to relief, yet so far, almost made you whine.
You were not above begging. Shame be lost.
“You’re so cruel, Professor Li,” you muttered instead, a stray tear of frustration pricking your eyes.
“And you’re avoiding my question.” he countered, thumb tracing the seam of your wetness without ever applying pressure.
You gave him the correct answer in fragments, your voice hitching on every syllable. Yet, when you reached the final point, you purposefully replaced it with something ridiculous.
His palm struck your ass once.
The sound cracked through the office. Pain bloomed hot beneath your skin, followed immediately by a humiliating rush of pleasure that caused a fresh wave of slickness to leak from you, coating his fingers. You let out a high, startled cry, head falling forward onto the desk.
Zayne exhaled through his nose, breath hot against your neck where he was hunched over your aflame body. “That was not even a plausible mistake.” he reprimanded.
“Maybe I need further instruction.” you whimpered, still trying to bait him into delivering more of those punishments to your body.
After all, that’s why you were here in this position in the first place. Because you fucked around and found out, by flunking your final exam on purpose.
Your hips rolled instinctively against the hard planes of his thighs, earning a reprimanding scoff.
“Clearly.”
Again, his hand came down into a sharp, measured spank over your exposed asscheek. Your hips jerked against the desk, and his other hand closed around your waist to steady you. Beneath the sternness, there was restraint, and a hint of caution. Even while punishing you, he watched, and adjusted, and made sure every reaction remained one you wanted.
“So,” you breathed, turning your cheek against the scattered papers, “you finally got to have your way with your naughty student, Professor Li.”
His fingers stilled between your legs, making you bite back a frustrated retort. Should you take it back? Should you have not said anything this bold?
Fuck, will he withdraw and leave you wet and horny? Would he be so cruel?
For one dangerous second, silence pressed between you. Then Zayne leaned forward until he caved you against the hard wood of his desk and his mouth hovered beside your ear.
“An inaccurate conclusion,” he scolded, voice a low growl that vibrated through your spine. “You spent months having your way with my patience.”
Your stomach tightened in a delicious knot of anticipation.
“And the skirts?” he continued, voice dropping deliciously low as the tip of his nose grazed the sensitive skin behind your ear. “The unnecessary office visits? Staring at my hands instead of the material I reiterated was important?”
“I was paying attention.” you insisted, though a shameful moan broke the end of the sentence when he rubbed lightly over your puffy folds.
“Poorly.”
“But consistently.” you managed to quip between moans, still trying to mouth off to him. You couldn’t help it, wanting to be put in your place so, so badly.
A quiet, disbelieving breath left him. It might have been a laugh. With Professor Li, that counted as losing composure.
Then, finally, he pressed two fingers firmly over your clit, burying them in the slick mess of your arousal.
The relief was so sudden your knees nearly gave. However, his arm tightened around your waist, holding you against him while he rubbed slow, exact circles through the damp lace. You began to sob softly, the pleasure too intense as he worked the slickness into a frothy lather.
“Question seven,” he prompted, pace of his fingers increasing until they made your toes curl.
“Zayne—”
“Professor Li,” he corrected sternly, and the dry amusement in his voice made you clench without an ounce of shame. “Since you were so determined to turn my class into a fantasy, you may at least demonstrate that you retained something from it.”
You tried. Truly, you did. But each correct phrase earned another firm stroke, while every hesitation made him stop, leaving you shivering and unfulfilled. Gradually, your answers dissolved into breathless fragments and frustrated sounds.
Still, he waited for you to answer.
Still, he made you think about his stupid exam questions when all your mind could conjure at the moment was how heavenly his fingers felt stroking your pussy, and how divine his cock was sure to feel when he finally gave it to you.
And when you finally forced out the last correct answer, Zayne’s hand tightened at your hip as though your obedience had cost him something too.
“Very good,” he praised, voice thick with hunger he no longer sought to hide.
In the haze of absolute pleasure, you felt his mouth pres hot against the back of your neck. His fingers started, at last, to give you the friction he had withheld, moving in a fast, rhythmic blur that sent you crashing over the edge, whole body convulsing against him as you keened his name.
“Now,” he added, voice rougher and more lustful than before, hand reaching for the fastening of his belt, “we can discuss the extra credit you’ve been attempting to earn all semester.”
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“feel good, babe?” dick mumbles as he tilts his head down to look at you, his fingers prodding softly at your feet.
it was a sweet gesture of your husband to do. every time he found you relaxing on the couch in the evening, he’d lift your feet into his lap and massage them gently.
it was practically part of your schedule. after a long day, you’d relax and have dick message your feet.
“feels amazing.” you hum, letting your eyes flutter shut and your body relax into the soft living room couch as a movie plays on the tv screen.
“good, just relax, baby. let me take care of you.”
and you do. you sigh in relief. your feet have been aching for a while. having to be on your feet all day, chasing after your toddler. she was going through a phase where running from you was her favorite game.
your relaxation doesn’t last long when your ears prick up to the pitter-patter of light feet hitting the wooden floor.
twisting your head, you’re met with a round, chubby face that wears the same pout as you, bright blue eyes, and dark curls. your little girl.
she twists her head, looking back and forth at you and dick. her frown deepens more as she places her chubby little hands on her hips. she was clearly feeling moody, sassy, and left out.
you watch as she climbs onto the other side of dick with a little huff. “dad, me too!” she demands, placing her feet onto his other thigh. you couldn’t help but laugh at your little girl; it was just adorable.
“bossy,” dick laughs gently, bringing his other hand to massage her little foot. your heart swells. dick always manages to take care of both you and your daughter. “just like your mom.” he mutters teasingly.
scoffing gently, you nudge your foot into his hand, your eyes playfully narrowing at him. he gives you that charming smile of his, the one that makes you melt into his hands.
“we need another boy. i’m tired of being surrounded by you two,” dick teases lightly, with no bite to his words. his eyes are soft and his smile relaxed. he adored his two favorite girls. “you’re both really demanding, ya know.”
“yeah, right, dick. you’re right where you want to be.” You mumble, looking up at him pointedly. you know you’re right. dick never once made you feel like you weren’t adored or loved.
“you got me.” he laughs, leaning in. he presses a soft, small kiss onto your lips.
“my turn!” your daughter demands, feeling jealous. dick snorts and leans down, pressing multiple pecks on your daughter’s face, causing her to squeal. You’re happy to think you picked the perfect husband and father for your daughter.
you notice it while you’re sitting on the couch together, your legs tucked under you and his stretched out across the coffee table.
the hair tie.
your hair tie.
it’s looped twice around dick’s wrist, snug against the faint white lines from old escrima grips. pink. a little stretched out. unmistakably yours.
you squint at it. then at him.
“why are you wearing my hair tie?”
he doesn’t even look up from whatever he’s fiddling with. just hums, absentminded, like this is the least strange thing in the world.
“am i?”
you grab his wrist gently and lift it. “dick. that’s mine.”
now he looks at you. really looks. that stupidly fond smile sneaks onto his face before he can stop it.
“yeah,” he says, like it explains everything.
“…okay,” you say slowly. “can i have it back?”
he pulls his wrist out of your hand with exaggerated care, tucking it closer to his chest. defensive. dramatic.
“no.”
you blink. “no?”
“nope.”
you stare at him. “why?”
he shrugs, too casual, eyes flicking away for half a second. “you always lose them.”
“that is not true.”
“last week,” he says immediately, “you left one in the batmobile, one in the shower, and one on the kitchen counter.”
you open your mouth, then close it. “…okay but that doesn’t mean you get to keep it.”
he grins wider. “it kind of does.”
you reach for his wrist again, and he dodges easily, laughing as he leans back against the couch.
“dick.”
“it’s practical,” he insists. “what if you need one later? boom. i’m prepared.”
“you are literally hoarding my hair accessories.”
“i’m safeguarding them,” he corrects. “important difference.”
you huff and cross your arms. “you could at least admit you just like wearing it.”
that makes him pause.
his smile softens, just a little. “maybe.”
your expression melts despite yourself.
“…why?” you ask, quieter now.
he rubs his thumb over the hair tie without thinking about it. “i don’t know. reminds me of you. feels like i’ve got you with me, even when you’re not around.”
your chest does that annoying warm thing.
you sigh, defeated. “you’re impossible.”
he leans in and presses a quick kiss to your temple. “and yet,” he says, “still your boyfriend.”
you shake your head, smiling. “fine. you can keep it.”
his eyes light up. “really?”
“but if i need it,” you warn, “i’m taking it back.”
he nods solemnly. “deal.”
then, after a beat, he adds, “i might need a backup though.”
you groan. “dick.”
he just laughs, wrist still proudly decorated with your hair tie.
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