Baizhu x reader | Nightmare
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His breathing is ragged. It sounds like the gusts of a storm rather than the work of his own lungs. Dabbing at his eyes, he finds moisture that he promptly wipes away. It was just a nightmare. Yet staring at the ceiling, he finds himself still tightly clasped in its claws.
Baizhu closes his eyes, calms his breathing. It’s too loud and he needs to know. He needs to hear you next to him, no matter if he only saw a cruel illusion made up by his mind.
The sound of your breathing, however, soon isn’t enough. He refuses to turn his head to see you - to see where you should be, but if by some unfair twist of fate you aren’t - so his hand wanders out across the sheet towards your side of the bed. He carefully searches for you, his touch travels across the blanket searching for your body while attempting not to grope you or wake you up. But the effort is pointless.
“…zhu?” you mumble, voice thick with sleep.
He finally turns his body towards you and opens his eyes. He watches your confusion quickly get replaced by worry.
“Oh, love. What happened?” you whisper. Your hand is already on his cheek, gentle caress wiping away the few tears that roll down his cheeks.
“Just a dream,” he admits, leaning into your touch, “Nothing to worry about.”
Even so, he comes easy when you pull him closer and cradle his head against your chest. Your heartbeat finally chases the lingering wisps of the nightmare away. The heat rising up his face is only because you’re so warm.
“Did something bad happen?” you ask, and your fingers are already combing through his hair slowly. He nods.
He doesn’t want to think about it or remember. There might be much to learn from dreams, but Baizhu isn’t so morbid as to try to recall the combination of poisons that lay next to your corpse. He won’t. And he won’t think about the rest of it either.
“I’m here,” you smile. He can hear it in your voice and his arms wrap around you tighter.
“I’m sorry I’m like this,” he groans. He wants to hold you like this too. He needs the reassurance, yet this feels so nice that he can’t find it in himself to move.
“Shh, how many times the roles were reversed, hm?” you chuckle. He soaks up the sound, basks in the proof that you’re still healthy and alive next to him. “It’s alright. We don’t even have to talk about it.”
So he shakes his head because Baizhu would much rather never remember the images his mind conjured up. And you don’t push.
You simply hold him, never pulling away no matter if he’s weakly trying to switch your positions. His resolve isn’t that strong anyway. He’s content being held, content with the hand in his hair and the firm grip on his waist. Because it’s you - breathing, alive, his.
Alive. And so is he.
Somewhere, a clock is ticking. He’s painfully aware of it, as he is aware that he cannot stop it. Not yet, anyway. But if he does figure it out, if he obtains immortality… Where does he draw the line?
“You’re thinking with your body, love,” you mutter against the top of his head.
He rights himself immediately - how his fingers dig into your body, how his arms threaten to crush you, even how he suffocates himself pushing his face into your chest as if he could hide from time itself if he molds himself into you.
“Are you-”
“I’m alright,” you finally kiss his forehead, tilting his head back to make him meet your gaze. Then you softly add: “Are you?”
He sighs. The smile he gives you is wobbly and already breaking into a downturned arch of his lips. So you guide his head to the crook of your neck.
“I’m not falling asleep until you’re alright,” you promise.
As a doctor, he should protest. He should remind you that’s unwise and you need to rest, you both do, if he’s honest, but when has he been known to have much regard for his own health? Yet as your lover, he can’t. Sharing silence with you is more reassuring than having you in his arms, unconscious and - here he blames his nightmare - potentially about to stop breathing at any moment.
“Thank you,” is all he can say.
It helps. You remain quiet but your fingers massage his scalp or you pull him closer. All to show you’re indeed awake like you promised as time flows. It finally makes him smile, if only a little.
Despite the comfort of your presence, his mind still races. He can hear the passage of time, he can sense every single second passing. It makes him restless, desperate to make a breakthrough in his research.
And yet - he’s here. In your arms. Without any intention of leaving. As long as he’s right next to you, no harm can come to you. And for the time being, that’s more important than his own wavering lifespan.
even as a (very poor) smut writer that has just gotten into writing it, I feel we should involve more domestic things during/at the end of pur smut fics. So here's a list of domestic things I find attractive when it comes to one partner taking care of another:
Paying close attention. They can tell something's wrong simply from a slight change in voice, talking flow, nearly invisible changes in body language
One partner laying atop the other as the "pillow partner" runs their hands through the other's hair
Holding hands before going to sleep
If one of the partners has glasses and helps the other take them off.
It's small, simple, and maybe even Yiddish things, but in a relationship, who are we kidding? It's the small things that matter.
Dr. Ratio x Eczema! Reader | No smut this time || mdni [m4a, short]
All it took was one little peep.
You said one thing about how horribly itchy the rashes were getting and that you couldnt stop yourself from itching them. Especially not while you were asleep.
Ratio decided to take the issue into his own hands. He poured over hours of research on the condition, asked about your triggers, started doing tests.
First, he made the change from cotton sheets and pillowcases to silk almost immediately. He learned that it's better for your skin (and his own).
Second, he started having you take baths with him before bed. He was mindful to not stare at your bare body across from him in the bath, instead reading books and making small, unimportant conversation to pass time. It was uncomfortable at the beginning, but you eased into it eventually.
Finally, he started finding a way to keep you from itching. He changed your sleepwear to cotton, and- after many, many days- made a pair of gloves for you. Lined on the inside with cotton, and a thin layer of silk on the outside, Ratio had tailored gloves in your like to make an attempt of helping you.
For a man of little words, Veritas Ratio certainly had his own way of showing his love for you.
Mlm on the dottore x reader tag? Have I reached… peak?? Thank you so much for the meal!! Bratty Dottore is just too good to pass up, I’ll eat that man up every time reader gets to stuff him 😌 lovely writing btw!!
im so happy you think so! It was stuck in my mind all day, and I just HAD to get it out. I'm still learning how to write better generally, especially on smut, so Im glad you liked it!
mdni / bottom! dottore x top! reader [mlm] smut (dumbifàction, brat taming, slight choking, p in a, some overstimulation) not proofread!
thinking about top! biochemistry! professor reader and bratty bottom! dottore.
reader who is coming back from work to sit down and grade papers, only makes it halfway through the stack before dottore enters the scene— whining about how you've hardly paid him any attention today.
you make an attempt at conversation; ask about his day, what he's been up to.
that conversation lasted only about ten minutes— record time— until he starts bragging about his intelligence and advances in the lab today.
dottore ignores you whenever you make an attempt at redirecting the conversation, so you go back to ignoring him.
he gets annoyed and belligerent when you stop listening, deciding that the best way to get you to listen to him is by interrupting your work time and seating himself on your lap.
dottore, who keeps ranting on in your face, gets the bright idea to grind against you so that maybe you'll finally hear what he's saying. shit-eating grin accompanying his smug words.
when you finally snap and have enough, pushing dottore onto the coffee table before you, he lets out a little suprised gasp.
you clear off the table, papers trickling down, to flip him over. This time you were the one grinding— right up against his plush ass.
dottore takes a second to recover before getting mouthy with you again. You grunt, shoving two fingers in his mouth, forcing them as far back as you could as he gagged.
it's only a few moments later when you've removed dottore's pants and your own.
your tip, red and angry, leaks beads of precum. Each disgusting slurp and gag coming from dottore's mouth- wrapped around your fingers and sucking- only spurs it on.
you're not gentle when you fuck him; harsh thrusts, pistoning your cock from tip to your hilt in out of him.
he tries to keep from whining and moaning, but your cock is punching the sounds out of him! the sounds are short, though.
you decide to take your free hand and wrap it around his throat, squeezing gently to encourage the sounds out of him. You remove your fingers that were muffling his moans, wrapping the saliva-coveres digits around dottore's own dick, stroking it with a speed matching your thrusts.
“proud of yourself yet?” you hiss in his ear.
a very unstable, “fuck you!” is all the poor boy manages to get out before crying out when you squeeze onto his dick. it almost felt like you were trying to rip it off!
dottore's moans grow closer together and hoarse, a sign that he's going to cum soon. you fuck into him with even more fervor, not sparing him any mercy.
when he finally does hit his climax, his entire body convulses, tightening against you. dottore let's out a scream that you would hage mistaken for pain and not enjoyment if you didn't know him as well as you did. His cock twitches as it releases ropes of hot cum straight to the floor and against his stomach.
you continue to fuck him through his high, getting him all loud and overstimulated. you still haven't had your share yet, after all.
you grunt, chasing your own high when you feel it coming. you thrust into him like your life depends on it as he sobs, tears running down his cheeks, eyes rolled back, and mouth drooling.
at last you spill inside of him, filling him with your hot, thick seed. You two remain that way for a few seconds before you pull out, causing him to whine and writhe around.
you chuckle at his quivering, twitchy form, thumbing at his winking hole and watching your own cum dribble out. you two have made quite a mess, but you'll have him clean it all up.
at least he's finally done mouthing off at you. all it took was turning his brain to mush to get him to quit ranting.
Has anyone else wondered how the brothers+ plus side characters would feel going swimming with mc? Or to a hot spring?
But now add that mc is female...males and females have different dressing rooms....the only female along with mc is thirteen...
Thirteen gets to see Mc naked.
Do you understand what kind of WAR that would start? Thirteen more smug than anyone else knowing what's about to go down, also ik she's gonna be enjoying the view if yk what i mean
MDNI. Smut w/o plot. Oral sex (fem recieveing), Suguru is pússydrunk
Suguru licked a trail from your entrance up to your clit and back, doing it so slowly like he was savoring it.
He had his large hands on your hips, your body at the edge of the bed, and he was standing on his knees. Your fingers were trapped in his messy, black hair as he ate your pussy like he was making out with it.
It was filthy, but it felt so good. Suguru just can't get enough of you, and when you woke up so needy? He couldn't help himself. He'd rather tell himself this is for you and not him— which was half a truth. It was originally to help you.
Your hands gripped gripped his hair tight as he hummed against your clit, the vibration sending shocks up your spine that made you shiver.
"Sweet girl, tastes s'good," he praised briefly, sluuurping on your lips. "I could stay here alll day on this cunt.." he suddenly grunted grunted.
He buried his face further in (or at least tried), making you feel the pressure buildup or your incoming orgasm. You whimpered, squirming around under his touch.
"Sugu—!" You gasped out, attempting to pull him off of you to no avail. The only time he moved this entire time was about half a second for air before diving back in.
"Go on, baby. Cum for me," Suguru directed as he engorged himself in you, moving one of his beefy arms under your hips.
You whines and moans only spurred him further, licking and sucking and mouthing at you until you cried out:
"I'm cumming! Fuckfuckfuck!"
He smirked against your sex, staying there and drinking up your juices as they flooded out like a man dying of thirst with your thighs hugging his head.
At long last, he withdrew, wiping off any of your remaining release and lapping it up off his hand, maintaining eye contact with you.
"When I get back, I'd like seconds, please."
im still new to writing smut 😮💨 let me know if you guys liked this! Have a wonderful day everyone :)
♡ Waking up to your needy grinding on him is one of— if not— his favorite ways to wake up. He thinks it's cute, how you get off with his early morning bulge.
♡ he knows that giving it rough doesn't always fix a bad day. In that case, he lets you take over; guiding you lightly depending on how tired you are.
♡ soft aftercare, kisses, massages, praise, he does love you after all.
♡ "you're good at- hn- this, doll." Provides you with more noise if he can tell you want to hear him more too.
♡ Takes you gently and patiently on a slow day. Today's a good day, he doesn't want to uproot that for you.
♡ it's not really his thing, but he does love you enough to bottom for you from time to time to satisfy you. No matter how rough or gentle it is.
♡ don't have enough energy for even guided riding? He'll make sure to help you get the pleasure in, lapping you up to help you sleep a liiiittle better.
For @anonymous4ngell
MDNI. I am aware that I cannot prevent any minors from reading my work. Minors do not openly interact with any of my works.
Happy Black History Month! Im not black, however my beautiful trans boyfriend is! And this is also his birthday month! Ohoho he is going to be utterly overwhelmed with my love for him.
Kazuha had heard many complaints on the ship of men with women back at home. Especially when those poor girls' periods hit.
kazuha could never make sense of people who complained like that— dating someone yet disgusted if their natural cycles that their bodies underwent. Perhaps he was the odd one out.
kazuha loved you every day of the year, blood and all.
when your time came around, he made sure to get everything he could. All the best supplies and snacks at stops, anything you so much as glanced at for three or more seconds— he got it all.
Massages— he loved giving those to you. He often gave you full-body massages, especially focusing more time on your abdomen.
Soft kisses and cuddles. He'd affirm you gently with sweet words and poems. Lying his hands on your stomach to help you stay warm while whispering fond haikus and poetic sentences in your ear.
Kazuha holds you in your lowest, most emotional moments. He waited for you to be done ranting and raving, going against every negative point you had made about yourself.
To Kazuha, the men that complained about their partners were just scum on a stick. If you ever caught him thinking that low of you, you'd have to kill him. Not because of his words, but because that's definitely not kazuha.
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