#doesn't work to do it on a bed or couch. must be the floor

[survivingfmandcfs]

Every day I'm like, "Okay, it's time to do yoga!" And then lie down face first on my bedroom floor.

#yoga #fibromyalgia #me/cfs #pots #chronic fatigue #chronic illness #chronic pain #for reals tho nothing works as well for my lower back pain as just...lying on the floor on my belly for a while #doesn't work to do it on a bed or couch. must be the floor #living room floor is actually better than my bedroom bc it has more cush #but bedroom works in a pinch

[remember-the-fanfics]

Ask 'I very much enjoy the whole Gen z Overlord thing, I have been wondering you can do a what would they do when they meet Lucifer in the hotel. It interesting when they see how different he is to what they've been told of him.'

By @darkwrath32

During Dad beat Dad

Trying to write the whole episode, let's see how long it works out..

Slightly rush at the end

-

(Y/n) sat on the couch while watching Charlie theorize, well they aren't actually sure what she's doing exactly anymore.

"Charmander, I think it's time rest." Said (Y/n). Vaggie had ask them to help Charlie with figuring out the redemption plan as (Y/n) is the only Overlord trying to help with it, they agreed not knowing Charlie wasn't going to go to bed anytime soon.

"You can go to bed, (Y/n). I got the handled." Said Charlie, looking at (Y/n).

"Yeah, no. Vaggie will be super upset at me if I just went to bed." They said, getting up heading to the kitchen. "Plus I personally think the best time to think is the middle of the night. I also enjoy helping you with whatever we're doing because I've lost track. You want coffee?"

"Yes please, I'll explain to you when you get back."

-

"Charlie? (Y/N)?" Said Vaggie seeing the two standing infront of Charlie's planning board with a bunch of paper and string attached and to the side a few empty coffee cups and energy drink cans are on a table and floor.

"I'm just not quite understanding why it's not working. Okay, okay, think Charlie. Think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think. Okay if I do this, it's going to be-" Charlie said, panic in her voice. "I have trust falls every single morning-."

"With who? And why?" Said (Y/n) in a less panicked voice. "I can only see you doing it with Vaggie." Both of the demons look like a mess and that they obviously didn't sleep.

"Yikes." Said Angel Dust.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on." Said Charlie when (Y/n) noticed the crowed behind them, holding a ball of string with some of it in their mouth.

"Charlie? Sweetie? You uh, you good?" Asked Vaggie, Charlie looked back with sleep deprived look while holding a piece of paper. "(Y/n) this isn't what I ment by help her." Vaggie told the young overlord, who just shrugged.

"Nope! No, not really. Ha ha, I've been up all night trying to figure out why the hotel isn't working." Charlie said, crushing the paper in her hands.

"We've done trust falls and sharing our feeling which still ew." Said (Y/n), bitting the string in their mouth off the ball.

"And now we only have a month before the angel come-." Charlie said before laughing in her demonic form before turning back. "At this rate-."

"May it's time-"

"NO."

"-to ask-"

Charlie getting close to Vaggies face and holding her checks before saying "DON'T SAY IT."

"-your dad." Vaggie finished saying and Charlie just groaned. "Charlie, I know you don't want to but we need every advantage we can get."

"He let the extermination happen to begin with. They just had a meeting and said, "Go ahead and kill everyone"- Wait, that's it!" Charlie suddenly realized something.

"Kill everyone?" Questioned Vaggie.

"Say sike." Said (Y/n).

"No! He could get me a meeting with Heaven!" Said Charlie.

"Boo! It sucked last time! Adam is a dick!" Said (Y/n).

"He was being an asshole but he isn't in charge of all of Heaven. We could go to the top. There's sure to be some angels who will listen." Charlie said, getting out her phone but hesitant on calling.

"What's the holdup? You got daddy issues?" Asked Husk.

"Doesn't everyone?" Said (Y/n), earning looks. "Okay, well then must be a generation thing then."

"No, we just have never been close. After he and mom split, he never really wanted to see me. He calls, sometimes, but only if he's bored or like needs me to do something." Charlie answered.

"Daddy issues." Said Husk and (Y/n), with one being more quiet about it.

"Well I'd like to meet the big dick in charge." Angel Dust said.

"The ultimate bad boy." Said Niffty before laughing and while holding a knife that Angel Dust quickly took away. "I bet he's scary."

"Wait, who is Charlie's dad?" Asked (Y/n) when Charlie decided to call.

"How the fuck do you not know? Her last name is Morningstar!" Said Angel Dust.

"Well I know she's a princess and Morningstar is a weapon." Said (Y/n).

"Toots, who would be the big dick in charge of Hell?"

"The devil?" Said (Y/n) before it clicked in their head. "Oh shit!"

Angle Dust and Husk laughed at their reaction.

"How have you not know yet?" Asked Husk. "You're an Overlord, you got to know politics in hell for that."

"I know I'm just busy making sure my area is taken care off and then helping here, I guess I never had time to draw the connection." Said (Y/n). "I didn't know the devil had a last name! Or a child!"

"He has a first name too."

"Oh shut up."

"Welp, we have an hour until he gets here." Said Charlie interrupting the conversation.

Vaggie then assigned everyone to do something and everyone scattered.

-

(Y/n) stood next to Angel Dust while he was doing his makeup while sitting on the table. Angel Dust finished and got scared by Niffty who was just staring at him, (Y/n) laughed.

"Come on, my dear. As the other one sponsoring the hotel, we both have to be front and center when he shows up." Said Alastor before guiding (Y/n) to stand beside the door next to him.

"Okay everyone, it's showtime." Charlie said before opening the door to a shorter blond hair demon with fancy attire.

"Charlie!!"

"Hey, Da-." Charlie didn't get to finish before getting hugged really tight by her Dad.

"He's so short." (Y/n) whispered to Alastor, earning a soft chuckle from the demon.

"Oh its so good to see you. Haha!"

"It's uh, good to see you too, Dad." Said Charlie before he finally put her down. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!"

KeeKee showed up along with Razzle and Dazzle to greet him and Lucifer, as (Y/n) finally remembered, greeted them and slight threat to Razzle and Dazzle to keep protecting Charlie.

"Wow! This place sure looks, uh...uh huh yah uh huh...It's got a lot of character!" Said Lucifer looking around the hotel before catching sight of the bar. "OH, what in the unholy hell is that?!"

"Just some of the renovations we had done. Adds a bit of color, don't you think?" Said Alastor, leaving (Y/n) and appearing next to Angel Dust.

"And who are you?" Lucifer asked, Alastor with a flare of the dramatic reappeared behind Lucifer.

"Alastor. Pleasure to be meeting you, sir. Quite a pleasure." Shaking Lucifer cane before wiping his hand off on his jacket. "It's nice to finally put a face to the name. Like my colleague said you are much shorter in real life." Panicked (Y/n) quickly got next to Alastor.

"Excuse him, I did not say those exact words." (Y/n) said, nudging Alastor. "But I'm (Y/n), pleasure to meet you."

"Who is this? Who is this man and child? Are you the bellhops?"

"Aha! No! I am the co-host of the hotel. You might have heard of me from my radio broadcast." Said Alastor.

"Not a kid, I'm co-manager slash other host slash sort of guest, usually when the others are busy. You probably haven't heard of me." Said (Y/n), copying Alastors introduction, shaking Lucifer's hand.

"Atleast this one has manners." Said Lucifer. "And nope havent heard of you! I guess that's why Charlie called it the Has-been Hotel, ahaha." (Y/n) quickly moved back away from the two.

"Ha ha ha. It was actually my idea."

"Ahaha. Well, it's not very clever."

"Ha ha! Fuck you." Alastor said before Charlie got in-between the two.

"Okay! Okay, anyway. Dad, look at this lovely parlor where people can get to know each other and share secrets and stories and intimate feelings! Without Alastor or (Y/n), we wouldn't have been able to pretty it up this much."

"Charlie has a very unique vision. I am happy to fulfil her bizarre requests." Said Alastor, putting his hand on Charlie's shoulder.

"Well they aren't bizarred request. Charlie thinks outside the box and it's nice to see her dreams become real." Said (Y/n) from the table, not getting closer to whatever beef Alastor decided he had against the other.

"Oh thank you guys." Said Charlie

"Ahem, Charlie! Dear, eheh, why don't you introduce me to your OTHER friends?" Said Lucifer, getting between the two and pointed at the group around the table.

"Oh yes, of course." Said Charlie getting next to Vaggie. "This is Vaggie, my girlfriend."

"Oh my golly! You like girls? So do I! We have so much in common! You put her there Maggie. Hey!" Lucifer said Hugging Vaggie, tightly. "Oh yeah, she's so pretty."

"Lovely to meet you, uh sir." Said Vaggie, taking a deep breath after being let go.

"This is our guests Sir Pentious, Angel Dust, and (Y/n) when they want to." Said Charlie.

"Your Majesty!" Said Sir Pentious trying to defend his cookies from Angel Dust and (Y/n).

"Heya short king~" Said Angel Dust, (Y/n) making a face at how Angel Dust said that.

"Hello from the otherside, again." They said, waving.

"(Y/n) helps with managing with Vaggie and helps when Alastor is busy." Said Charlie. "They just like helping, But anyway Husk is our bartender, and Niffty is our housekeeper."

"Nice to meet you." Said Husk before Niffty runs over and climbs up Lucifer's coat.

"Hello. I clean." She said before the chandelier fell making everyone cough.

"Alright then." Said Lucifer, pointing his cane at the chandelier magically making it disappear.

- "No one is gonna call you dad with that creepy ass smile" the song-

After Mimzy appeared, taking Alastor attention for alittle bit.

"So... you look nothing like how your depicted on earth." Said (Y/n), looking at Lucifer. "They used way to much red."

"..You're a sinner? When did you arrive in Hell?" Asked Lucifer.

"A few years ago. Around 2019 ish? It kinda blurry. I'm technically an Overlord." Answered (Y/n).

"(Y/n) is the youngest in the amount of years in Hell and age." Said Charlie. "They got here when they were 18 so that why they look like a kid." Said Charlie before Mimzy noticed that Lucifer was here, pushing Sir Pentious out of her way.

"Pleased to meet ya! Your Highness." She said before nudging Alastor. "Alastor, you gotta warn a girl when she's in mixed company."

"Charmed, I'm sure." Said Lucifer, sounding like he didn't care.

"As much as I'd love to catch up, Charlie, (Y/n) and I have a tour to continue." Said Alastor, Lucifer hearing this dragged Charlie.

"I'm sure Charlie can handle showing me around." Said Lucifer. "Along with (Y/n)."

"Why am I getting dragged into this?" They questioned with no response.

"Nonsense!" Said Alastor, grabbing Charlie and moved foward. "We started the hotel together, and we'll show it off together. Right, Charlie?"

"I was here before you!" Said (Y/n)

"Oh, right." Charlie said and Alastor let her go so she could show her father around with Vaggie and (Y/n) following behind.

This is going to be an interesting tour.

-

"So, once we have the proof that redemption is possible, this whole hotel will be full of demons wanting to check out into heaven! We just need a little time to prove it. The sharing circles haven't been working as fast as I hoped." Charlie told her father, leading the group. (Y/n) walking close to Alastor noticed when Alastor stop and looked back to see Husk.

"Hey, boss. Can I have a word? Uh alone,(Y/n)." Asked Husk.

"Hurry along (Y/n), I wouldn't be long." Said Alastor and (Y/n) got a nervous feeling about what the conversation going to be.

"Okay, see ya Husk." They said before walking to where Charlie and the others went, not seeing Alastor turn his head an 180 degree to face Husk.

"What is it?"

-

(Y/n) caught up with Vaggie, who was walking behind Lucifer and Charlie.

"What happened?" Asked Vaggie, who noticed (Y/n) and Alastor had stopped earlier.

"Nothing hopefully, Husk just wanted to talk to Alastor." They explained. "How's it going?" Noticing the nervous look on Lucifer's face. Vaggie didn't answer before they got on a balcony and Charlie had her help explain the hotel mission.

"And we've almost been able to find all of Angel Dust's drug stashes… almost." Said Vaggie.

"I remember when I found one the first time, still had no idea what it was." Said (Y/n), remembering how they showed Vaggie it and she quickly took it away and scold Angel Dust for it.

"So, once that's out of the way, it should be much smoother sailing!" Said Charlie, (Y/n) zone out know with how Lucifer acting Charlie would be disappointed in his response. They leaned on the railing, looking at the view of Hell.

"-Heaven, is not exactly as carefree as you might think. Yeah, they have rules, lots of rules, and they aren't very open minded as you'd hope. Look at (Y/n)!Why would heaven put a kid here? Unless they're a mass murder." Said Lucifer, getting (Y/n)'s attention.

"I'm not."

"These are our people, Dad, I… I have to try!" Said Charlie.

"Our 'people' Charlie, are awful! They got gifted free will and look what they did with it! Everything's terrible!" Said Lucifer.

"Hey! I didn't even get to even use my so call freewill and Charlie is trying to help!" Said (Y/n).

"Well I don't want her to herself on the line for people like-." Said Lucifer before a loud thud, shaking the hotel.

"For fucks sake."

"Geez! What now?!" Said Vaggie before everyone looked out to see Loan sharks at the front door with a battering ram.

"Well, like that." Said Lucifer.

"Mimzy! We know you're in there you lousy bitch!" One of the sharks yell

"Oh go fuck yourself!" Yelled (Y/n) before being pulled into a portal by Charlie.

"Que Carajo?!" Yelled Vaggie.

"What's going on?!" Said Charlie.

"I maaaaaay be in trouble with some loan sharks. I may or may not have borrowed 50 grand from—." Said Mimzy before hiding from a loud sound "And I may have also stolen a car… and crashed it… into the loan shark's girlfriend, but that bitch had it coming!"

Then all hell broke lose by the windows breaking with a barrage of fireballs, scaring everyone.

"My windows!" Yelled Niffty, upset with the broken windows.

"Ah, we're under siege! Ah! Take cover!" Said Sir Pentious, finally letting go of his cookies while dodging a fireball. Everyone panicking scrambled for cover.

"I'm going to fucking kill these assholes!" Said (Y/n), getting pulled by Charlie again away from a fireball.

"You see? This is exactly what I'm talking about Charlie. You build something nice, you invite people in and offer them everything and they just bring violence and chaos to your doorstep. It doesn't matter how well intentioned you are, they're always going to disappoint you." Said Lucifer unbothered with the chaos, getting on (Y/n)'s last nerve.

"You- just shut up! I'll handle this-." They said before Alastor appeared infront of them.

"No my dear, leave it to me. It's time to remind everyone why I am here."

"I'm also here for a reason, Alastor." Said (Y/n), glaring at the other overlord.

"Very well, shall we dear child?"

"We shall."

"A reminder to all, not to mess with the radio demon!"

"Oh, finally! Took you long enough!" Said Mimzy, earning a look from (Y/n).

(Y/n) let Alastor eat everyone in his demon form while they fought off and weakened the rest for him to finish.

"Does it even taste good?"

"Do you want to try some?"

"No thanks old man."

(Y/n) left Alastor to deal with Mimzy, seeing Charlie and Lucifer comforting each other before singing from the door way.

-"I'm happy they are solving their issues but why does it always have to be by song?"-

"Aww, that's so sssweet." Said Sir Pentious.

"It was." Said (Y/n), patting him on the back.

"Ok, I can get you the meeting but once you're in Heaven, I won't be able to go with you. Will you be ok?" Said Lucifer.

"I'll be fine." Said Charlie.

"That's my girl, good luck kiddo." He said before vanishing in red mist. (Y/n) got closer to Charlie.

"So you're gonna actually do this? Fucking mint, I guess." They said, not completely on board about Heaven of all places.

"The next part is going to be scary, you ready?" Said Vaggie.

"I'm ready, cuz you're gonna be with me." Said Charlie, hugging Vaggie.

"In spirit, right?" Said Vaggie.

"In Heaven!"

"Yay..." said Vaggie before (Y/n) started laughing at her reaction, earning a glare from Vaggie and a look from Charlie.

"You're coming too, (Y/n)!" Said Charlie, making (Y/n) stop laughing.

"Why?!" They said.

"Because you were the first one to help after Vaggie! You're a main part of the hotel!" Said Charlie, pulling (Y/n) in the hug.

"I'm killing myself." Said (Y/n) with a blank look on their face.

"(Y/n)!"

"I'm kidding... mostly."

"Shit.."

-

"Why would they want to meet (Y/n) aswell?"

#hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin angel dust #platonic hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #platonic #hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin alastor #hazbin niffty #hazbin vaggie #hazbin mimzy #genz reader

[luveline]

Would you ever explore Christmas/new years in the June baby universe? I know Eddie would love to spoil

“It's okay,” you whisper, putting your finger over your lips. “Just don't shout.” 

Junie peaks over your shoulder at the couch. “But Eddie–” she says. 

You cut her off. “Shh, shh. He's sleeping. Can you whisper?” 

“I love Eddie,” Junie says. 

She's been mixing up ‘love’ and ‘miss’ lately, but you've no doubt she loves him. “I know,” you say. “But he's tired, babe. He's been working lots and lots. So let's wait for him to wake up, okay?” 

You glance at Eddie on the couch behind you. He's knocked out hard, the breath of his exhales ruffling the messy hair caught under his chin. He gave you a heart attack and a half when you walked into the living room that morning, not expecting him to be there on your couch. He has a key for a reason, but that reason is to climb into bed with you when you're already sleeping. 

He must've come to bed and found Junie in his place. Poor guy. You swoop the unhappy bed stealer into your arms, her soft pyjamas slippery on your naked shoulder. You're about to tell her, Let's get changed, my love, but there's no point. There's nowhere to go, and no one to impress. Eddie will adore you in your slept in tank top and your sweatpants, and he'll bathe Junie in compliments when he sees her messy hair and spotty pyjamas. It's just the way he is. 

“What do you want for breakfast?” you ask. 

Junie leans back in your arms and grins. “O'meal.” 

“Yeah. With…” 

“Peanu’ buwer.” 

You snort. “You didn't even try! Where's all your t's gone?” She giggles. A few months ago you'd say that the sound of your voice would be enough to get her laughing, but there's a good chance she understands at least a little of what you're saying now. Babies understand more than they let on. “Peanut butter.” 

“Peanut buwer?” 

“Close enough.” 

“What's Eddie's breakfas’?” 

“I'll make him something when he wakes up, baby.” You kiss the top of her head and help her down into her highchair. “You want some juice?” 

You fill a sippy cup with juice and water and start on the oatmeal. The water bowls and bubbles as the gas hisses quietly, while Junie mumbles and eventually says, through gibberish, “Can have a kiss, mom?” 

“Another one!” You sidle up to her high chair, meeting her eyes with a big, silly smile. “You want another kiss? You know, tonight, we have to have our New Year's kiss. You'll probably be sleeping, but I always kiss you anyway.” You rub her cheek. She pouts for kisses. 

She's giggling in your hands when the couch springs squeak and stir. Eddie clears his throat, groans, his feet thudding on the floor as he must turn and sit. 

“Huh! You hear that?” you ask in an urgent whisper. 

“Eddie!” she shouts, lifting her arms. “Eddie's ‘wake!” 

“I'm coming, June!” he shouts back hoarsely. “Just as soon as I can see,” he adds, quieter. 

Junie starts whining to be helped out of the chair. “He's coming, babe, two seconds,” you say, moving out of the way as Eddie walks stiffly into the kitchenette. It's a short distance, and in that time, he plasters over the grimace of somebody who worked a sixteen hour shift with a smile you can't believe he'd wear, the same sort of one you'd have picking Junie up from daycare, that missed-your-kid relief and amusement mixed into one. “See, there he is!” 

“Sweetheart,” he says, slipping his hands under her arms and pulling her up. 

“Miss you!” she says, trying to grab his face. 

His smile downturns. “You did?” 

You wipe the sleep from your eyes. “I missed you too, if that counts.” 

Eddie hugs Junie close to his chest with one arm and opens the other toward you. He seems younger when he first wakes, but his eyes don't change. From the moment you met, he's carried this honesty about him that lines his eyes. He doesn't hide who he is anymore, not an inch, including the way he feels about you. “It counts,” he says, sliding his arm over your shoulder. “I'm hugging you ‘cos I don't know what mess I'm in. But I owe you a kiss, yeah? Happy New Year's Eve, sweetheart.” 

“You're in a huge mess.” 

“Really? Scary looking?” 

You press your fingers to his waist, hoping your touch conveys the opposite of your mouth, “Horrifying.” 

He's carrying the stiffness of long hours in his legs as he sits awkwardly at the table. Junie still has her hands on his face, gazing at him like he's a wonder. Eddie grins at her and turns his face, pretending to take a bite of her fingers. 

“No!” she says. “Mom has oatmeal!” 

At least her Ts are back. 

You lean on his chair as the oatmeal warms, brushing your fingers through his hair. He makes a show of eating Junie’s fingers until there's none left, but somewhere in it his head lists back toward you. 

“You okay?” you ask. 

He pats Junie’s back. “Pain in my shoulders again.” 

“I have aspirin?” 

“In a bit.” He tips his head back completely. “You alright?” 

“I'm fine.” 

“Yeah?” He stares at you. “Well, you look more than alright.” 

“Don't start.” 

Eddie asks Junie to build them a castle to play in after breakfast and she slips off of his lap and races into the living room on bare feet, promising a “Good one, Eddie!” 

He kicks a chair out for you. You have a few minutes until the oatmeal is in danger of burning, so you sit, and when he takes your hands you let him without protest. 

“Sorry you ended up on the couch.” 

Eddie shakes his head. He's looking at you funny. “It's okay. Just making sure it's comfortable for tonight's late night.” 

“Are you sure you don't wanna go out?” you ask. He's been invited to a boatload of parties. 

“And miss our first New Year's kiss? How else am I supposed to usher in the perfect year?” 

You smile at the feeling of him rubbing your fingertips. “I promised the first one to June.” 

“Ooh, that's tough. Guess I have no choice but to go out,” he says, bringing one of your hands up to kiss, then your forearm, “find some other beautiful girl to kiss.” His lips trail to the crook of your elbow. He pulls you forward. “Never find one as pretty as you, but–” He rubs his nose into the thin skin at the crook of your arm. You get goosebumps, and he tries valiantly to rub them away. “What's a guy to do?” 

“You can have the second one.” 

“It'll have to do,” he hums. He kisses all the way back down to your fingers. When Eddie straightens up, he's smiling contentedly, his dark eyes brimming with a tenderness you'd never seen meant for you until you met him. “You sure you're okay?” 

You give in to a want unlike yourself and yank him forward for a kiss. He laughs into your mouth, and again at midnight when Junie's sleeping in your lap, a kazoo covered in spit fallen against her chest. 

“Happy New Year,” he says, pinching your cheek playfully.

You kiss him again. 

#june baby universe #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader

[janeyseymour]

Hi, I hope you’re well!

I would like to make a request, for some reason Melissa and the reader need to sleep in the same bed but they are not that close. The reader likes to cuddle and gets closer and surprisingly Melissa doesn't push her away. When they need to sleep together again on the second night they already sleep hugging each other, and on the third night they no longer need to sleep together but Mel invites the reader to her house with the excuse that she is unable to sleep alone. I thought of something really cute and something that was very scary for both the reader and Melissa, a little slow burn.

Thank you ❤️

Hi! I have to say, I think this fic will hold a special place in my heart. Thank you for the great prompt 🤍 I hope you enjoy!

Warmth

wc: 4.4k exactly!

Melissa Schemmenti is an absolute enigma to you. But here you are, standing in her living room with a duffel bag slung over your shoulder.

“A-are you sure?” you ask again, although you’re already here, and you really have no way of getting home. Maybe you could walk… but that’s going to be at least a thirty minute walk. And that’s at a brisk pace without your belongings hanging off of your shoulder.

“I’m positive,” the redhead rolls her eyes. “Just don’t look to hard at my stuff, and you’ll be fine.”

You stay in your place, not sure what to even do right now. You’re in Melissa Schemmenti’s home. You never thought you would set foot here considering the walls that she has around herself at school.

“Oi, Y/N. Stop standing there. Do something.”

“I- I’m sorry,” you blush. “Where should I put my bag?”

“Drop it in my room- first door when you head upstairs.”

“In your room?” you ask quietly.

“Well, I only got one bedroom,” she huffs. “And I know my couch wrapped in plastic ain’t gonna be comfortable enough for you to be able to work tomorrow. Unless you want to give it a shot, but I can promise it isn’t comfortable.”

You nod silently and take your things upstairs. When you enter her room, it’s so… Melissa. There’s a framed jersey signed by Jalen Hurts- she must know a guy. There’s only a bed, a small bench, and a few dressers around- you assume you’re going to be sharing a bed with your coworker. Thank goodness it’s a king sized mattress; you wouldn’t want to keep Melissa up all night with your movement in your sleep. Not knowing where to put your things (you don’t know what side of the bed she likes to sleep on… although you have your thoughts when you see a baseball bat on the right side of the bed), you simply put it on the bench before making your way back downstairs.

You find where she is- in the kitchen. Of course she is. You stand awkwardly in the entry way and pick at your nails until she notices you.

“For the love of God,” she mumbles. “Either take a seat and stop standing there like a fish out of water, or help me dice these vegetables.”

“I- I can help with whatever you’re making,” you say softly and make your way over to the island of her kitchen.

“I’m making us dinner, is what I’m making,” she sighs as she slides the cutting board over towards you. She hands you a knife. “Small.”

You do so silently while she gathers other ingredients. 

“So… your apartment flooded?”

“It did,” you sigh, thankful for the break in tense silence.

“How the hell did that happen?”

“The storm… living on the first floor… the idiot upstairs that overflows his bathtub at least once a month. Water was up to my knees.”

The second grade teacher gives you a look of pity.

“N-nothing super important was ruined though,” you say quickly. “All of my photo albums were up in the top shelf of my closet. The furniture and stuff can dry.”

“I’m sure you’re gonna have to replace some stuff though,” she says.

“The rugs need replacing, but thankfully the landlord is going to handle that. Some of the paint got messed up too, so I’m sure they’re doing that now.”

“How long do you have to stay out of your apartment?”

“They said just the next two days,” you reply as you focus on the bell pepper you’re dicing.

“That ain’t too bad,” she says thoughtfully. “If it were up to my ex-husband, it’d take four years.”

You chuckle weakly at that. You aren’t really sure what else to do.

“That’s what I get for marrying a lazy asshole though,” she grumbles as she starts to dice the onion just a little more aggressively than she was before. 

The two of you cook in peace, Melissa humming along to the music that she has playing from her record player. 

When you take your first bite, you have to bite back a moan.

“Wow,” you sigh softly once you’ve swallowed that first bite. She looks at you curiously. “You weren’t kidding when you said you knew how to cook.”

“Glad you like it, hun,” she smiles- and it’s one of those soft smiles that she usually only reserves for Barbara or the students. You make it your goal to always see those soft smiles from her. 

Over dinner, you chat about the day, but then it slowly turns into conversation about outside of work.

“So, what do you do outside of work?” she asks you.

You blush. “You’re about to think I’m as dorky as Janine.”

“No one can be as dorky as Janine,” she chuckles. “C’mon, hun. What do you do outside of work?”

“I really do love to read,” you say softly. “I’ve always been a bookworm… so when it’s warm, I read outside. If it’s cold, I like to turn my television on so that it looks like a fireplace and curl up under a mountain of blankets with a book.”

“That ain’t dorky.”

“And if I’m not doing that… I’m usually writing- whether that be actual writing or music.”

“You play music?” the redhead’s interest is piqued.

“When I feel inspired,” you shrug.

“What do you play?”

You turn a little red.

“Oh, it can’t be that bad,” she rolls her eyes. “I think it’s cool.”

“Acoustic guitar, ukulele, and I dabble in piano,” you mumble. 

“Hun, that’s incredible,” she tells you. “My mom enrolled me in piano when I was younger, but I hated it… never got past the first couple of weeks. I would’ve rather learned to play the guitar or the ukulele.”

“I-“ you take a breath. “I could always teach you.”

Those green eyes light up, and she throws you yet another soft smile. “That’d be nice, if you would want to.”

You even get to hear a bit about what she likes to do outside of school.

“Sometimes Barb and I like to hit the mall… get my shakedown sweaters,” she chuckles. “Barb and I are menaces when it comes to the clearance sections.”

You insist on cleaning up after dinner considering she’s done most of the cooking for the night.

“You don’t have to,” she tells you for the third time.

“No, please,” you lay a gentle hand on her shoulder instinctively. You forget it’s Melissa, and when you expect her to bat your hand away, she doesn’t. She actually lays her hand over yours with that warm smile and a quiet thank you. She does insist on drying the dishes for you though.

“Okay, Mel,” rolls off your tongue as you playfully roll your eyes.

The two of you settle on her couch once your finished, and she watches a few programs before sighing quietly.

“I think it’s time for me to hit the hay,” she yawns. She extends the remote out in your direction. “You’re more than welcome to stay up and continue watching though.”

You let out a small yawn, covering it with your hand. “Today was a lot with the kids… I think I need some sleep too.”

You let her get herself ready for bed before you do, and by the time you come back into the bedroom, she’s under the blankets with her glasses on, and she’s reading something on her phone. Her cheeks are bright.

Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Barb had texted her. But get your girl.

You shift side to side on your feet, not quite sure if she really does want you to be in the same bed as her.

“C’mon, hun. I don’t bite, I promise,” she teases you as she pats the open side of the bed.

Quietly, you climb in next to her but you keep your distance.

“Goodnight,” you whisper as you lay down.

“Night,” she replies back as she sets her phone down and gets comfortable.

You lay there for what seems like forever. It is freezing in Melissa’s bedroom. You are absolutely freezing, even in your sweatshirt, sweatpants, and socks. You have the blanket up to your chin, and you still can’t stop yourself from shivering. Your eyes are closed, so you have no way of knowing if the redhead next to you is awake. You act like you’re moving closer to her in your sleep, but really… you’re desperate to feel any sort of body heat she may be radiating. It turns out: she’s like a human furnace.

You hear a small huff. “Are you that cold?” 

Shit. So she is awake. But you’ve already committed to the bit of being asleep, so you continue to breathe as evenly as possible. You feel her get out of bed, and then a few seconds later you feel another blanket being draped over top of you. The bed dips under her as she crawls back in, and then you can feel her getting close to you again. 

You sleep like a baby through the night. Even with all of the sirens that come with staying with Melissa in center city Philadelphia, you get the best night’s sleep you’ve had in a long time.

When the two of you wake up, you’re practically on top of her. She groans and slams her fist into her alarm clock, only to gently rest her hand on your back. 

“You cuddle in your sleep,” she notes quietly.

You turn a deep shade of red, stuttering out an apology as you move away from her. 

“You didn’t mean to,” she shrugs. “And it was nice having someone to hold rather than my usual mound of pillows.”

“Still… sorry,” you mumble out as the blush stays on your cheeks.

“Don’t worry about it,” she chuckles as she smooths down her bedhead. “I gotta hop in the shower before we head in to work today.”

With that, she’s off. You get yourself ready for work, and by the time your finished, she’s already out. You hear the door open, and she’s standing there in her signature leather pants and green blazer. 

“If you want to finish getting ready in here, you can,” she tells you as she leaves the door open. “Y’know, brush your teeth, brush your hair… that kind of stuff.”

You smile at her as you make your way in. There’s something so intimate about sharing the bathroom while the two of you just get ready. The two of you are so close as you share the sink and mirrored cabinets that you’re practically on top of each other. Neither of you mind in the slightest. She actually hip checks you gently.

“I have to head to my apartment to shower after work, but then I’ll be-”

“You can just shower here,” she tells you. “Less time in all of the fumes and chaos.”

“Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t,” she rolls her eyes. “Now c’mon. We have to get to work.”

The second the two of you split ways to get into your separate cars, you miss her. Get ahold of yourself. She’s just being nice since your apartment is in shambles right now. Then it’s back to loneliness.

The highlight of your day is lunch when you get to eat the delicious leftovers from last night’s dinner.

“I’m thinking of making gnocchi tonight,” Melissa tells you offhandedly. “You good with that?”

You nod. “I’ll pick up some wine on my way over from my apartment.”

“I thought I told you to just come over and shower at my place.”

Barb looks at the redhead with wide eyes, and Melissa gently kicks her under the table, a silent signal to ‘be cool, it’s nothin’. 

“Well,” you laugh softly. “I do need to grab a fresh set of clothes for work tomorrow. But I’ll be over after that.”

The second grade teacher nods as she gathers her things to head back to her classroom. “A white.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you salute her playfully.

When you get to her house, you hold the bottle you brought- her favorite white wine, thanks to Barb.

Before you can even think if you should knock or just walk in, she’s at the door in front of you. Gone is Ms. Schemmenti, and Melissa greets you at the door. 

“Took you long enough,” she chuckles. “I already got dinner started, and I need a glass of wine in my hand after my day with the kids.”

“That bad?” you chuckle as you enter the house and make your way into the kitchen.

“Let’s just say… if I don’t have an angry email from Destiny’s mother sitting in my inbox tomorrow, I’ll be shocked,” she rolls her eyes as she reaches for the wine glasses. 

The two of you drink a few glasses of wine while she tends to dinner, and by the time it’s on the table, you’re both slightly buzzed.

Again, her food is heavenly.

You insist on cleaning up again, and she makes it known that she will be drying and putting away the dishes again. It’s a seamless process, and you can’t help but smile as you hear her humming again to the music she has playing.

Once dinner is cleaned up, you head for the shower, thanking her for the hospitality as you go. 

She sets your towel over the heater with a smile. “So you’re not freezing your ass off,” she tells you, a smile on her face. “Feel free to use whatever.”

As you bathe, you realize you’re going to smell like Melissa tomorrow- and her smell is nearly intoxicating to you. The slightly musky yet flowery smell washes over you, and you don’t really know how you’re going to focus at work tomorrow when all that will be on your mind is the redheaded teacher just down the hall.

When you reenter her living room, Melissa is lounging on her couch watching a cooking show, but her eyes go straight to you. Your hair is still slightly wet and sticking to your body, and she can’t help but think how cute you look with messy hair, glasses, and your sweats on again. 

The two of you watch a few more episodes before you retire to bed. This time, she’s prepared that extra blanket for you, so you keep your distance. You try to fall asleep, you really do, but you’re still freezing. 

“Are you seriously still cold?” you hear the redhead grumble. So she can feel you shivering. 

You don’t respond. You’re pretending your asleep, or at least on the brink of sleep. You feel her move closer to you, and then an arm wraps around you and pulls you in close.

“I don’t got more blankets,” she huffs as she curls herself around you, her head falling into your shoulder. You instantly feel warmer, and you pray to God she can’t feel your heart beating faster and harder than you thought possible. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Again, you sleep like a baby. 

When the alarm goes off again, you groan softly. But Melissa is still around you, holding you tight.

“Mel,” you whisper. “Alarm’s going off.”

“I hear it,” the woman behind you grumbles. She rolls over and hits the snooze button before rolling back into you and wrapping her arm around you. “I need ten more minutes.”

The two of you doze for another ten minutes before you know you really do have to get up and get ready for work. Again, you dance around each other with ease, and then you’re gathering your bag and throwing it in your car.

“Hey,” you say softly as you go to climb into the vehicle. Melissa pauses her motions as she gets into her own car.

“What is it, hun?”

“Thank you for letting me stay with you the past few nights,” you smile. 

“Of course,” she sighs softly. 

As she drives to school, she thinks of how she got the best two nights of sleep she’s gotten in a long time. And it’s because of you. She’s shared beds with others before, Barbara included, and it’s never that warm or calming. There’s something about you. The teacher knows she’s had a thing for you since you started, but now that she’s had a taste of domestic life with you, she’s sure it’s something that she wants- no, needs.

The redhead quietly confides in her best friend at the school that she thinks she finally needs to make her move, and Barbara is all too excited for two of her favorite people to get their heads out of their asses.

“What if she doesn’t feel the same way?” Melissa asks nervously, playing with her jewelry.

“That girl gives you the same eyes my Gerald gives me, and the eyes Gregory gave Janine before they started dating,” the kindergarten teacher tells her gently. “I don’t think that’s something you have to worry about, dear.”

Melissa bites her lip before continuing down the hall to her classroom.

You can’t think straight. All you can smell is Melissa.

“Miss Y/N?” one of your students asks you as she approaches your desk. “Are you okay? You been staring at the same screen for the last twenty minutes, and didn’t even yell when Tyson ate his glue on a dare.”

“Tyson what?!” you jump out of your thoughts.

“Nah,” Tyson laughs. “We just playing. Wanted to get your attention.”

“Tyson, be so for real right now,” you pinch the bridge of your nose with your thumb and pointer finger. “Did you, or did you not, eat your glue?”

“Nah, Miss Y/N,” he grins.

The bell rings before you can get anything else out. “Get in line for recess and lunch, you hooligans.”

As you enter the staff lounge for lunch, you can see Melissa already at her table. Her eyes light up at the sight of you.

“Hey there, you,” she grins as she kicks out the chair next to her. “I already got our lunch out.”

The two of you share the container of leftovers from last night, blissfully unaware of the way that Barbara has a knowing smirk on her face and the way that Janine, Jacob, and Gregory are all looking at you completely dumbfounded at how you got the fiery teacher to take down her walls.

With a sigh, you stand. “I got recess duty today, y’all. Happy Friday, have a nice weekend.”

You don’t see the redhead you’re infatuated with for the rest of the day. You drive home to your dingy apartment with a frown. You’re going to miss Melissa and her beautiful house- her extraordinary cooking- her warmth in bed.

You’re halfway through your second glass of wine, it’s nearing midnight, and you see your phone light up. Melissa’s calling you.

“Hello?” you answer softly. “Mel, it’s almost midnight.”

“I know,” she huffs frustratedly.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“No.”

“What’s going on?”

You hear her swallow harshly before the words come tumbling out of her mouth, “Any chance you can come over?”

“Uh,” you drawl out.

“You know what? Nevermind, it was dumb. Have a good weekend, Y/N.” The line disconnects.

Now concerned about your favorite coworker, you sigh. You jump off the couch, shove your feet into the first pair of shoes you see and climb into your car. You know you look like a wreck, but she’s seen you like this before. You drive over to her place, and take a deep breath before knocking on the door. It takes a minute or two before Melissa is standing in front of you.

“I said never mind,” she grumbles.

“Well, when my friend calls me in the middle of the night telling me she isn’t okay, I get concerned,” you retaliate. “Can I come in?”

She steps aside, you kick off your shoes, and wait for her expectantly.

“It’s nothin,” she sighs as she runs a hand through her hair. “You didn’t have to come.”

“Well, I’m here now, so,” you tell her. 

“Can we just… not?” she asks quietly. It’s so unlike Melissa. Her false bravado is gone, and you can see how nervous she is about… whatever it is that’s bothering her.

You bite your lip. “Yeah, okay. Why don’t we take your mind off of it and watch something? Maybe have a glass of wine?”

She smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “That sounds alright. But if you’re tired, you don’t have to.”

“It’s a Friday night. When I don’t have to be up for school the next day, I’m up all hours of the night,” you chuckle. “Sit down, I’ll grab the wine.”

The truth is, you knew it was going to be a sleepless night without Melissa next to you. You had already tried to go to bed, but you were freezing. You trekked back to your couch in defeat. If you weren’t going to sleep, you might as well have been entertained.

When you return with two glasses of wine, she’s curled into the corner of the couch, but she pats the space next to her. As soon as you’re sitting down, she’s ditched the corner for your body instead to curl up against. It throws you for a bit of a loop, but she’s upset, so you don’t say anything.

She ends up falling asleep against you, an arm gently draped around your waist. It’s almost two in the morning now, and you know she won’t be happy if she wakes up with a crick in her neck from sleeping sitting up.

“Mel,” you whisper as you jostle her slightly. “Maybe we should get you up to bed.”

“Mhmm,” she hums out sleepily. 

“C’mon, red,” the nickname rolls off your tongue. “You need to get to bed, and so do I.”

“Stay the night,” she mumbles. “It’s late.”

You let out a low chuckle. “Alright, Mel.”

The two of you get to bed, and you immediately notice that the room is exactly how you left it this morning. The extra blanket she has for you is even still in its place. As soon as you’re both in bed, she’s curled up around you and asleep.

Being teachers, neither of you sleep past nine, but when you wake up, you still feel her arms around you securely.

“Hey,” you whisper when she peels her eyes open- those striking green eyes.

“Hey,” she mumbles into the crook of your neck.

“You feelin’ better than you were last night?” you ask, brows knit in concern. She nods. “You wanna talk about it?”

Her chest turns red, as do her cheeks. “It’s dumb.”

“It isn’t dumb if it has you this upset.”

“I-” you feel her fingers trace a few patterns on your shoulder as she continues to cling to you. “Can I make you breakfast?”

She clearly still doesn’t want to talk about it, so you let her distract herself. Eventually, hopefully, she’ll be up to talking.

The two of you make breakfast together, and you catch the way she’s looking at you- admiring you, even.

“What?” you ask with a chuckle as you sip your coffee.

“Just…” she sighs. “You really wanna know what’s been bothering me?”

You nod. “I’ve been trying to get it out of you since I came over last night.”

She takes a big swig of coffee, and then a deep breath. “Promise you won’t make fun of me?”

“I promise,” you tell her honestly. “I would never.”

“I- I don’t really know how to say this without sounding like an idiot.”

“So sound like an idiot,” you encourage her. “I sound like an idiot all the time.” That gets her to crack a smile.

“I’ve… I- uh…”

“You got this,” you tell her quietly, pressing her on.

“I knew what I was opening myself up to when I invited you to spend the few nights with me while your apartment was getting renovated,” she sighs as she averts her eyes away from you. 

“Okay?”

“Y/N,” she says your name seriously. “I- when I was driving to school yesterday morning knowing that that was the last night you would spend with me, I was broken. I haven’t slept in the same bed with someone and gotten that good a night’s sleep ever. I haven’t found that person who can seamlessly blend themselves into my house as if they’ve always lived here, but you did it. I- I’ve always had a thing for you, but I never acted on it because I know there’s an age difference, and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but now that I know what we do when we’re together, I don’t want to go back to not having you around. I got a taste of what it could be like with you, and I don’t want to miss the opportunity to have it if I could, but I entirely understand if you don’t reciprocate those feelings, because like I said, I do know that there’s an age difference and-”

“Mel?” you cut her compassionate rambling off.

“-and I know that being coworkers and everything just throws another wrench into the mix… and you know what? Forget I said anything. This was dumb. I never should’ve listened to Barb and just kept my damned mouth shut, because now you’re going to hate me and never speak to me ag-”

“Melissa,” you say again, sternly. Her eyes meet yours quickly as her mouth shuts. “Are you going to let me tell you my thoughts?”

“Do I want to know them?”

“I think so,” you smile at her as you move in closer. You wrap an arm around her waist as you pull her in closer.

“Okay,” she sighs so softly you can feel her breath on your lips and you can smell the coffee in her breath.

“So last night, you just wanted me in your bed?” you ask with the corners of your lips quirked up.

She nods, a blush creeping into her cheeks so dark it nearly matches her hair.

“I can’t even use my line of buy a girl dinner first, because you already did that,” you chuckle before pulling her into a gentle kiss. “If it isn’t clear, I have a thing for you too.”

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[blingblong55]

His pretty girl -Vladimir Makarov

Based on a request:

I looved ur makarov fic n im here to request smth else w him, there's barely anything w him its sad How would makarov treat his dear wife when she's sick? I'm kinda sick rn so.. : 3 ---- F!Reader, wife!reader, husband!Makarov, nothing but fluff ----

A/N: short but good…I hope…

Vladimir was gone for some weeks. He couldn't come in contact with you so when you didn't show up to greet him he was worried. The drive home was usually calm but this time, he rushed it. Avoided all cars and soon, ran inside. The image he saw before his eyes, oh did it melt him. You were curled on the couch. The blanket slowly falls off your body. Used tissues all over the coffee table and floor. The tea was cold and your soft breathing gave him even more reason to clean the area as quietly as possible. Your shared bedroom was cleaned, all dishes washed and then he carried you to bed. The medication you took to sleep was so strong you didn't know he even carried you to bed. That entire night, he checked your temperature, kissed your forehead and held you against his chest.

When you got sick, the first time, he panicked, called a doctor and yelled at him when he said that all you needed to do was drink tea and take it easy. Now, knowing his pretty little wife too well, he knows all he needs to do. 8 am, have breakfast ready, with tea on the side and orange juice just in case you want that one more and it must be room temperature, not cold. He must put on some video as you eat because you like to catch up on some show as you eat. You like wearing his shirts more because you swear it makes you feel better, which is bullshit because he knows you like to just have a reason to wear his clothes.

He must wash all dishes, not complain about being tired because how dare he. Makarov knows this well mainly because it worked the first 4 times and this time it is the same. After breakfast, washing dishes, he has to take you on a walk, the air, the way you smile, oh he knows the fresh air helps that stuff nose and he also gets even more private time with you.

Lunch for a day or two is chicken soup, his grandmothers since he knows you loved it any time you were sick. Kisses on your forehead all day is a must, you know that. If you groan and push him away, he gives you a little frown and moves closer. "You know kisses are a part of the remedy, my pretty girl." He grins when you give him your lazy smile. Your face is hot from both the fever and from his lips. Once he and you eat lunch, he cleans the home and don't you dare walk to the bedroom, he has made it clear he needs to clean and sanitise the bed.

If he has a meeting, he doesn't go to it, it's over the phone as he is in bed and has you cuddled to him. You can't argue against it. Your husband must give cuddles while on the phone. It's a rule at this point.

At night, he makes dinner, makes sure it all tastes wonderful and then feeds it to you since wrapping you in a burrito can't let your hands move. It's a funny but cute image. You, sat on the couch, blanket wrapped around you which makes you look like a cute little bug as your husband feeds you dinner. Oh, the frowns and pouts you give to his giggle and laughter won't help, he just adores you this way.

After dinner, more cuddles and kisses come by. He calls it 'kiss the sick away.' When you lean on him he knows this is to sleep but he can't allow over 3 naps per day when you're sick. So, he carries you to the bathroom. Gives you your medicine, and takes the blankets, clothes and anything in between off you. The bath was set to a very comfortable temperature.

He undresses too and once he has both of you in the bath, he kisses your shoulders. Your warm back on his chest as he cleans your body with so much gentleness it has you leaning on him and smiling. "That's what you needed huh, pretty girl," he kisses your wet shoulder again and wraps his arms around you. You kiss his bicep and he chuckles. "Don't start, my love," he whispers. The lights dimmed, him and you…this is the perfect way to get better. He hums a song, the same one he married you to and the same one he hums when he is far from home.

"I love you, pretty girl," he whispers and kisses the nape of your neck. "I love you more," you whisper back. "We both know who wins this, so do you want to start this game?" He kisses your neck again and chuckles. In moments like this, in which the world is kind and calm, he appreciates life like any normal person would. "You always win, i want to win this time." You pout and know damn well he can't say no to his pretty wife. "Fine, you win this time but we both know I have a long winning streak in this game." He grabs your hand and kisses it. In his head, he already won. And in this life, he truly did.

A/N: Makarov and Ghost are the kind of man to give me a Hozier song kind of vibe and that is what feeds my fluff brain

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[simplyreveries]

may I request the octotrio buying nuis of each other and making them go on dates? :D

nuis of eachother; octatrio

azul ashengrotto

he is so confused when he sees you suddenly show him little tiny plushies that are the replicas of you two… this must be yet another strange land thing. he curiously takes one from your hands and seems so genuinely surprised. he then gives an amused smile and asks you what gave you the idea to get the two of you something like this? he gives you an inquisitive look “...angelfish, did you make these?” azul does think it is pretty cute.

when he's doing business and work at the mostro lounge and azul finds you putting yours and his nui’s together like they're out on a date at the mostro lounge. he’d look at them and shake his head with an entertained look as you exclaim " they're on a date!”. you pretty much deemed your plush his and his yours, he keeps it in his room sometimes and leaves it neatly on his bed.

though sometimes you intentionally leave the two of your little nui’s in his office somewhere together chilling on his desk or tucked on one of the couches… and he doesn't notice as he's trying to get some poor savanaclaw student to sign a contract with him and sees the student looking at him strangely and wonders why… aksjdhjd

jade leech

jade seems a little surprised at first then gives a low chuckle; he finds the little plushies interesting. he’ll pick them up and look at them himself and wonder how you managed to get your hands on something like these, did you perhaps make them? have them customed made? he seems to be pretty fascinated at the mini replicas.

he’ll have a hand on his chin as he looks curiously at the little set up you put the two of them in, he’ll have this grin on his face as you tell him they're recreating one of your own dates. he'll tease saying if he should make them miniature food to match as well.

he will keep the little nui version of yourself that you gave him, probably on his desk somewhere nicely. jade thinks it's quite cute and can't help but let out some airy laugh as he settles for the night and sees it there.

floyd leech

floyd immediately loves them… he is eager to snatch them from your hands when you show him them and shows a grin exclaiming, he loves the new “little shrimpy”. he's also the one to usually prop them together like they are on a date, he thinks it's the silliest thing. “heheh look, now it's just like the two of us~!”. he sometimes just picks them up and playfully smushes their faces together making stupid kissing sounds.

uses them like a child using toys, he'll randomly pick them up and tell you he's reenacting your first date and do some over the top performance for you, greatly exaggerating how it went. he also tries to mimic your voice a lot.

he also likes the to keep yours on his bed, he sleeps holding it sometimes. though, when he wakes up in the morning its usually fallen onto the floor because i just know he moves around a lot (he has stepped on it at least once). floyd also likes that you have his too on your bed ad well, he says his the plushie will look after you when you're sad without him...!

#… how did you KNOW i had a non-request nui post in my draft /lh #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #octavinelle #azul x reader #jade x reader #floyd x reader #twst headcanons #twst imagines

[kita-shinsuke-whore]

Inside Out (JJK men)

Character: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Higuruma, Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro.

POV: You're having sex with them and they ask you where would you like them to cum.

TW: SEX, cunnilingus, creampie, breeding kink, somnophilia, bonding kink, rough sex.

GOJO SATORU

He was fuckin you lazily from behind while whispering some explicit words into your ears. Each time he thrusts into you, you can feel his dick getting harder and bigger. You can feel his dick is stretching your gummy wall as he's picking up his pace. He then lifts up your thigh so he can have easy access to fuck. Once he feels he's about to cum, he whimpers to you,

"Can I come inside you? Please, please?",, he whined. You who are now dumb fucked just say yes, while gasping and moaning nonstop. After few seconds, he finally cummed inside you and you can feel your lower abdomen is now full to brim.

Geto Suguru.

He was teasing you a lot knowing that you're in ovulation period. He keeps 'accidentally' brushes his fingers at your ass, breasts and clothed cunt. when you finally can't stand it anymore, you demanded him to fuck you.

"Really? Once you get it, we must do it for at least 3 rounds", he said while grinning stupidly. You didn't say anything but to agree. He pushed you to the bed and stripped you off in a minute. Then he fingered you for half an hour, as a tease. once he feels you're ready to be fuck, he slips himself inside you without warning and thrust quickly. You who gasping for air, bury your nails at his back while reaching high sex drive.

"T-too fast! Slow down", you begged him. But he won't stopped. You cummed and squirted for 4 times but he still doesn't cum yet. It took him 20 minutes to cum.

"CUM INSIDE ME SUGURU! PLEASE~", you didn't give him any options at all. He was happy to know you wanted his cum buried deep inside your womb so he cummed and won't get out until he satisfied.

Nanami Kento.

Man. This man has a breeding kink. You two can have sex almost everyday after he arrives home from work to relieve stress. When youre busy cooking, he would go behind you, slips his finger inside your wet hole, watching you becoming horny while cutting the vegetable.

"My dinner is ready, why do you need to cook more? Your pussy is savory and sweet enough for me", he said. After he said this, you finally give in and now he's eating you out on the luxurious black leather couch. He laps your sweet pussy juice like a hungry man. When you squirted, he let out his erected cock and fuck you in a missionary. He believes this position ease the reproduction process. He is big and of course he cums a lot.

But today, he wants to try something else. What if he cums at the entrance of your pussy and watch his cum seep into your hole? He did the exact thing he imagined and he was mesmerized at how beautiful his cum looked together with your pussy.

"Nanami, i want to suck you ..", you said with hoarse voice after moaning for an hour straight. He let you suck his dick while massaging his full of cums balls. You loved how his dick feels on your tongue while his cum taste so sweet. You know Nanami is a healthy masculine man and you are not disgusted at the thought of swallowing his cums. As you're sucking him, he watches you squirts, leaving a poodle of your cunt juice on the floor.

Higuruma

GOSH. okay, this man is a tired lawyer who busy working. So whenever he arrives home you would be on bed, sleeping soundly. Until one day, he feels like he's on heat and he needs something to relieve him. When he arrived home, he quickly take off his tie, blazer, leaving him with his long sleeve and pants on. He went to your shared room and saw you wearing black lingerie that he bought.

He slowly creeped onto bed, went to kiss you on the forehead before getting inbetween your thighs. He then eats you out for a few minutes until you actually woke up and greeted him. You didn't mind at all as you gave him consent before.

After you cum, he finally stripped off the lingerie and ties both your hands using his tie. He then fucks you mercilessly, not letting you to touch him. As his cock slipped in and out, his thumb naughtily rub on your clit, making you feels hornier.

When Higuruma about to cum, he pulls out and went to jerk himself on your bare breasts. He likes the view of his cum on your breasts because it looks as if you're lactating. After that rough session, he would sucks your nipples but his hip still busily thrusting you.

Choso Kamo.

This man will begs you to ride him because you can take him with full length. He also can suck your breasts better in this position. The reason why you're being fucked right now is because you're wearing the mini skirt Nobara gave you. You didn't know your fiance would lose his sanity but you loved it. He now gropped your ass and spank you to fasten your riding pace. When you feel you're reaching orgasm, you leaned forward and rides his dick faster. You keep on moaning his name while he's whining like a bitch.

You pinched his pretty pink perked up nipples and kissing him deeply with you two tongues entangled. When he's about to cum, he quickly changed position to full nelson. You gasped at the sudden change and trapped in his embrace. Suddenly you feel warm loads inside your cunt and he groaned.

"One more...One more time", he said. As he slipped out his dick, you can feel his cum seeped out from your abused hole so he quickly stuffed two of his fingers inside.

"Don't waste it, I need you to carry lots of babies for me", he said, while preparing for the next round.

Toji Fushiguro.

Simple. First, 69. Second, cowgirl reversed. Third, mating press. Fourth, standing up.

After an hour of fuckin and edging you, he finally cums inside you.

"aggh~, need another siblings for tsumiki and megumi", he said while gripped your hips. He then stuffed his dick inside your ass. "I need both these holes used by me, see how pretty you are as my cumslut", he said. You can't say anything as you're dumbfucked but happy inside to finally fuck this hot daddyable beggar. He gropes your breasts and say how pretty your breasts would be to full with milk.

P/S: Geto is the hottest

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk nanami #jjk choso #jjk toji #jjk geto

[nattysstargirl]

The Beast of my Dreams

Chapter 3.

Word count: 3250

TW 18+: dry humping, dirty talk, fingering, cursing, praise, brief anal play(over clothing)

A/N: enjoy

Natasha walks her back to the dorm building. She stays close but keeps her hands in her jacket pocket. Y/N steals looks at her. Clothes cover most of her skin, but a strip of skin on her neck is visible beneath her undercut. Dark red ink swirls from the collar of her shirt and licks toward her hairline. Y/N tries to imagine the rest of the tattoo, and she decides it covers Natasha's whole back. She can't guess at the design from the few strands she can see, but she knows she'll wonder about it later. 

"Do you live on campus?" Y/N asks after a few minutes of silence. 

"Slightly off," Natasha says. "Walking distance though. I live with my family." 

"Oh, that's nice." Y/N always tries to keep the sadness out of her voice when she talks about family, but apparently she doesn't succeed this time. 

"Are you not close with yours?" 

"Not really. No siblings, Dad bounced a while ago, and Mom... You know how moms are." 

Natasha smiles sympathetically, but Y/N can tell she doesn't empathize personally. They arrive at the front door of Y/N's building. She turns to Natasha. "Well, thanks for the rescue. I really appreciate it."

"Anytime at all," Natasha says quietly. 

The security light sparks gold to life in her green eyes. They're pretty. 

"Do you want to come up?" Y/N asks suddenly. "My roommate might be home, but we could...watch a show or something. I've got ice cream." 

Natasha smiles. "I'm lactose intolerant." 

"Ah." Y/N's heart sinks a little. 

"But I've got nothing going on tonight." 

Y/N smiles. "Really? Awesome." 

The elevator ride to the sixth floor is quiet. Y/N's mind is solidly on MJ's advice and wondering what Natasha's hands look like. She wishes she'd take them out of her pockets. And the tattoo on her back... Excitement curls through Y/N's belly.

Natasha's definitely into girls. The way she dresses and walks and how she put those guys in their place like they were nothing. There's no way she's straight. Y/N peeks at her without turning her head. Natasha watches the numbers climb on the little LED screen. 

She doesn't fidget or rock on her feet. Just standing stock still with her hands in her jacket and her jaw set. The elevator dings, and Natasha waits for Y/N to leave first. 

"Thanks," Y/N says, feeling stupid for it right after. It's not like she pulled her chair out for her. She just doesn't know where Y/N's dorm is and couldn't reasonably take the lead. Y/N hurries to her room and unlocks it, peeking in and smiling when she sees Peggy isn't home. She must be out with her boyfriend, and it's early, so they probably have a few hours. 

"Come on in," she says. She closes and locks the door after Natasha is inside. Natasha evaluates the dorm silently. 

"It's not much," Y/N offers. "But here..." She pulls the extra pillows she keeps stored under her bed and props them in the corner of her wall, making a cozy little couch situation. "You can leave your shoes and jacket there, if you'd like. I need to pee, but make yourself comfortable! Snacks in the fridge." Y/N hurries into the bathroom. She pulls her hoodie off. Her outfit is limited to what she has on her, since Peggy has a strict rule about no clothes in the bathroom. She has a toilet and mirror to work with. She leaves the hoodie on the back of the toilet and evaluates her outfit. 

Jeans, red long-sleeved flannel, and a ponytail. She yanks the ponytail holder and fluffs her hair. She washed it last night, so it looks...fine. She rolls the sleeves of her flannel to her elbows, undoes the top two buttons, then undoes the bottom few to tie it in a knot above her navel. It looks a little try-hard, but for all Natasha knows, she was wearing it like this under her hoodie the whole time. She looks cute. She uses the toilet while she's in there, then heads out and hurriedly washes her hands in the kitchen sink. She dries them thoroughly then turns to find Natasha relaxed on her bed. 

She took off her boots and jacket, leaving her in a skintight black t-shirt with sleeves curling on the edges because her biceps are so thick. Y/N gulps. Natasha is wearing gray joggers, and they're set low on her hips, exposing a strip of toned abs and the band of gray Calvin Klein underwear. 

"Oh, hey!" Y/N says. She unbuttons her flannel two more down to expose her sports bra. "We match." 

Natasha's eyes track slowly down from Y/N's eyes to her chest. "Look at that." Y/N smiles and leaves her shirt unbuttoned. She bends to pull her laptop from under the bed, where she keeps everything, and climbs in next to Natasha. 

"You wearing jeans in bed?" Natasha asks. "I can barely wear them walking around." 

"You're so right. Do you mind if I...?" Y/N drops one hand to her jeans hem. 

"Your house, babe," Natasha says. 

Y/N turns her head to hide the blush at being called "babe" by a hot dyke. She tugs off her jeans like it's a totally casual thing she does with near-strangers all the time. "Whew," she says, "that's better." 

Natasha scoots a few inches over to allow Y/N room to stretch out beside her. They rest their backs against her pillow corner, and Y/N plops the never-used ironing board attached to her wall down to hold the laptop. It was already installed when she moved in, and it makes a great Netflix desk. It hovers a foot above their laps, trapping them in together like babies in a double highchair. 

"What kinda stuff are you into?" Y/N asks. She glances at Natasha. Natasha's face is only a few inches from hers, and her eyes are moving around Y/N's torso and neck before locking with her gaze.

"Whatever you're into," Natasha says. 

Y/N's stomach flips. "Okay..." She clears her throat and hits "shuffle" on her Netflix profile. 

A quiet period drama she's never seen starts playing. It seems pretty benign and not particularly interesting, which is exactly what she was hoping for. Y/N tries to look casual, but every inch of her body is on fire and acutely aware of every small move Natasha makes beside her. Natasha shifts her hips and chuckles. 

"Ow." 

"You okay?" Y/N asks quickly. 

"Small bed," Natasha offers. She bops her head gently against the wall as an example of the close quarters and smiles. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," Y/N says, immediately insecure that she's being pushy and weird. "I can um, I can move to my roommate's bed, or—" Natasha moves one arm behind Y/N's back and one under her knees. She pulls her into her lap. It's not as obscene as it could have been, because Natasha has a pillow over her thighs, so there's a buffer between her crotch and Y/N's ass. Tragically. 

"Oh," Y/N breathes. 

"Yeah, this works." Natasha watches her face carefully as she pulls the blanket from her knees and up around Y/N's shoulders. 

"Are you still cold?" she whispers. 

Y/N's entire body is flush as she turns her head back to the laptop. "No, ma'am." Natasha's arms tuck Y/N close to her chest, and she rests her chin on her shoulder near her neck. Y/N can feel her exhale, and her skin prickles everywhere it touches.

They pretend to watch the show, but every ounce of Y/N's attention is on Natasha's right hand tracing slow circles on her hipbone. It seems like an innocent caress at first, but the longer it goes on, the more Y/N's mind transforms it into something incredibly suggestive. 

Natasha's finger catches the band of her underwear and Y/N inhales sharply. Natasha's hand immediately retreats. 

"I'm sorry," she says. "I just... Sorry if I misread something." 

Y/N twists to catch Natasha's mouth in a kiss. Her landing was abrupt, but she softens and slows to give Natasha time to adjust. Am I really doing this? Y/N's not sure how seriously she's taking the alleged curse, but she's always wished she was more daring with women.

Men are so easy, but Y/N can count the number of women she's initiated a kiss with on one hand. Natasha exhales and relaxes back into the pillow, gathering Y/N into both arms. It starts tame, polite and close-mouthed. Then Natasha's lips part to lick along Y/N's. 

Y/N opens her mouth to give Natasha access. She feels her smile. Natasha's tongue gently slips inside until it touches Y/N's. Y/N loses track of lips and tongues and forgets where she is until Natasha's teeth trap her bottom lip. Y/N moans. 

"That okay?" Natasha whispers. 

"That's so okay," Y/N says. 

She flips around to face Natasha with her legs around her hips. She wraps a hand around Natasha's neck and jaw to pull her face toward her. Natasha's pupils go dark, and she kisses Y/N. Hard. Y/N whimpers and quietly rocks her hips, trying to find some friction against the pillow to satiate the burning need that's been growing between her legs since they got back to the dorm. She's never been so attracted to anyone this quickly.

Natasha has something that's driving her insane, and she needs more, now. The pillow is soft, giving her nearly no satisfaction. She reaches behind her to pull it away, but Natasha's quicker. She slides down a little further so she can pull Y/N against the trunk of her midsection. Her abs feel even harder than they look. With just her underwear separating them, Y/N purrs at the sensation of warmth from Natasha's body against her clit. 

She grinds unabashedly. Natasha's fingers curl roughly into her hips, dragging her harder. She bucks her body in time with Y/N's movement. "Oh, shit..." Y/N's thoughts go hazy. She has a death grip on Natasha's shoulders, and she's sliding as hard as she can up and down her flexed belly. It feels better than any sex she can remember having. Natasha makes her head swim. One of Natasha's hands stays firmly on Y/N's hip, but the other moves to grip an ass cheek. 

"Yeah, baby," Y/N whispers. "That feels so good." 

Natasha seems to take that as an invitation and moves her hand down Y/N's crack to press her fingers against her asshole. She doesn't push inside, she just applies a delicious pressure outside of her panties that makes Y/N buck even wilder. 

"Are you going to cum on me like that, Y/N?" Natasha asks. 

"Do you want me to?" Y/N pants. 

"Yes." 

"Tell me. Tell me to do it." 

"Mmm." Natasha tightens her grip on her hip and increases the pressure she's putting on Y/N's ass. 

"Harder." Y/N doesn't need to be told twice. She grinds harder and whimpers. 

"Good girl," Natasha mutters in her ear. "That's a good girl." 

Y/N bites her lip. She's panting fast from the exertion and excitement, and her legs shake. 

"Cum for me," Natasha whispers. "I want to feel it."  

Y/N gasps and orgasms immediately. It rips through her whole body, from her scalp to her spasming pussy. Natasha must be able to feel it, because she groans and presses her hand against everything she can reach without moving Y/N's underwear. She keeps her grip hard there until Y/N calms down and rests against Natasha. Natasha releases Y/N's hip and brushes her hair behind her ear. 

"Very, very good girl," she whispers. 

Y/N shudders with pleasure and kisses Natasha's shoulder. With her demanding need met, an awkwardness creeps into her consciousness. She just humped a stranger's abs and came on her. She notices how wet she is now, and Natasha is definitely slick with her. That's an embarrassing thing to do, right? Natasha doesn't seem to think so. She's nuzzling her face from Y/N's shoulder into her hair and back. 

"Can I touch you?" Natasha asks. 

"You can do literally anything you want to me," Y/N says, out of breath. 

"Turn over." Natasha's voice is firm, but not rough. 

Y/N doesn't mind obeying. In fact, she's happy to. She didn't realize how much she enjoys being told what to do. This is kind of new. She turns over again, struggling on shaking legs, settling onto the pillow in Natasha's lap. She thinks about pulling it out again, but Natasha's already pinned her down with a hard arm across her hips. Y/N leans back against her chest contentedly, dropping her head to rest against Natasha's shoulder. 

"Do your worst," she says, completely comfortable and trusting with this stranger. 

Natasha keeps an arm around her hips, leaving her other hand free to rub across Y/N's thighs. She makes gentle routes up the outside of her thigh, down the inside, crushingly skipping her pussy, slipping around to squeeze her ass. Y/N hums contentedly, loving the feeling of surrendering control to this incredibly attractive woman.

This feels like a scenario she would dream up. Natasha pulls the blanket over Y/N, then tugs the buttons of her flannel until it's fully opened. She runs her hands over Y/N's midsection, up to her bra. She doesn't move it or take it off, opting to grab her gently over the thin material. 

Y/N's nipples are hard as soon as she touches them. When Natasha feels how quickly they respond to her, she growls. Y/N giggles. "Was that a growl?" Natasha bites gently at her earlobe and Y/N's eyes flutter closed. She presses her back harder into Natasha's chest. Natasha's hand grabs her whole pussy over her underwear and Y/N gasps, then moans so Natasha knows it's a good gasp.

She pushes her hips up to get more friction against her palm. Natasha's hand slips under the band, and her fingers are gentle in their exploration. She pets Y/N's soft curls, which are sopping wet, alternating between gentle tickles with her fingertips and rough grabs of the whole situation. 

Y/N rocks her hips again, silently begging to be fucked, but she's enjoying Natasha following her whims too much to request anything different. She doesn't have to wait long, though. Natash parts her pussy lips with her middle finger and runs along the length of it, dipping inside once to wet her finger and back out to rub circles on her clit. 

"Ohh," Y/N breathes. "Oh, you're good at that." Natasha releases Y/N's hip, dragging that hand up her middle, between her breasts, to wrap her throat. Her right hand moves from Y/N's clit to push three fingers inside her. She gasps. 

"You like that?" Natasha asks. Y/N nods hard. "Fuck my hand," she commands. 

Y/N braces her palms on Y/N's hips and pushes her hips up obediently. She finds a rhythm and winds her hips in circles as she slams into Natasha's fingers. 

"Fuck," Y/N whispers. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, that's so good." 

Natasha pulls her closer, biting her shoulder and keeping her free hand wrapped around Y/N's throat. Y/N is thrilled to realize that Natasha's legs have spread further, and she's fucking the pillow. Y/N wishes the pillow wasn't there so she could feel Natasha against her ass and inside of her at the same time.

That thought makes her groan loudly, and she bounces against Natasha's fingers harder. They're so thick, and she can feel her orgasm already growing again. She grabs Natasha's wrist with one hand to push her in as far as she'll go, her eyes rolling back in her head at how long they are. She's fucked men with shorter penises. God, this feels amazing. 

Natasha's panting just as loudly. "Good girl," she moans. "Good girl. Come on now." 

Y/N knows what Natasha wants, so she slams her hips harder, pulling Natasha's fingers all the way inside with each thrust so she can rub her clit against the heel of Natasha's hand. Natasha jerks her hips harder too, then finally releases her grip on Y/N's throat to tap her middle and ring fingers against her mouth. Y/N opens her lips and sucks the fingers in. Natasha pushes them to the back of her tongue, and Y/N eagerly opens her throat. When Natasha growls and grinds harder at the first choking noise, Y/N takes the fingers deeper and gags again. Natasha fucks her with both hands, and Y/N gets closer with every choke. 

"That's my good girl," Natasha whispers so quietly it's almost imperceptible over Y/N's moans. 

Her pussy clenches on Natasha's fingers, and Natasha pushes all the way inside, gripping onto her with her other fingers, like she needs to hold herself inside or she'll die. Y/N's back arches, and Natasha slides her fingers from her mouth so Y/N can moan. 

"Oh, my God! FUCK!" She arches harder as her orgasm rattles her body. 

Natasha grunts and shudders, gripping Y/N's hips with both arms and thrusting against her, hard, three more times before she relaxes. "Did you just—" Y/N starts, then stops. Natasha clearly came. Y/N smiles and flips over to straddle Natasha's hips. The stupid pillow is still in the way, so she reaches down to pull it out, but Natasha grabs her chin and pulls her into a long, gentle kiss. Y/N forgets where she is again. Natasha shudders a long inhale. 

"Mmm." She pulls from the kiss and looks at Y/N. "You're fun." 

"You're fun, what the fuck." Y/N chuckles. "I thought you were weird and creepy when I saw you in class. I mean—" Natasha narrows her eyes, then grips Y/N's chin and pushes three fingers into her mouth. The three that were just inside of Y/N's cunt. Y/N's heart thrums with excitement. She keeps eye contact with Natasha as she runs her tongue thoroughly over and between each digit, sucking contentedly as she cleans up her own mess. Then she pushes Natasha's hand in further, opening her throat to take the fingers as far down as they can go. Her throat constricts, and she gags until her eyes water. Natasha watches her with a slight smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Y/N sucks hard as she pulls Natasha's hand back out. Natasha's pupils are dilated again, and she swallows. 

"Anything else you'd like from me?" Y/N whispers. 

Keys rattle outside the door, and it's opening before they can react. Y/N slides between Natasha and the wall, tugging the blanket up around her shoulders. Peggy walks in and rolls her eyes as soon as she sees them. 

"Y/N. Communal space." 

"I was just leaving," Natasha says. She slips from the blanket without uncovering Y/N. She grabs her jacket and wraps it around her waist before tugging on her boots. She leaves without tying them, and without a goodbye. 

Y/N watches the closed door. Fuck.

#g!p natasha #lesbian #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel #were hyena!natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader smut

[seishiroh]

— in which you're not okay and nagi is surprised how your anger changes you for split few moments.

you're having a bad day.

nagi is used to your softness, though. he's used to your voice sounding warm and collected.

but you're different today.

he's not sure what to do. a few months of knowing you and being in a relationship with you isn't really enough to figure you out completely, he surmises.

there's a frown on your lips and since the moment you walked in his place, greeted him "hi" with a forced smile, you've yet to give him attention.

additionally, there's an incessant ringing on your phone. this must be the third time. nagi's only counting because he's been trying to figure out what's got you looking like you could wreck everything around you if you could.

except this time, with a frustrated squeal, you're taking your phone instead of immediately hanging up.

the boom of your frustrated voice comes as a surprise as you yell out, "fuck off!"

nagi's whole body freezes up, his heavy lidded eyes wide with surprise, only bringing himself back to reality when his phone falls from his grip, slapping against his thigh.

you've hung up now, but it doesn't stop there because you're hurling your own phone down the carpeted floor. so finally, nagi stands from his position on the bed and nears you.

he doesn't want to push against what you've done with your frustration, so he steps across your phone to leave it alone.

he sits next to you on the couch, but when he's bringing you to his lap and you whimper, nagi realizes that perhaps he should've done this in the first place. breathing heavily, your hands reach to his arms with a tight grip only getting tighter with frustration.

"eh... yn, that's gonna start hurting," he mutters as if he actually minded; his own hands moving to place on top of your head, in contrast to yours, his touch is warm and gentle.

it proves effective, though, because your grip lets up and your tense body relaxes slightly against his hold.

"are you fine to talk about it?" nagi feels like asking such a question is like seeing if a snake would bite you if you offered yourself up to it. (it would.)

luckily, you shake your head instead.

"are you still upset?" he feels you nod against his chest.

"did you see i downloaded the shooter game i'm playing on your phone?"

nagi wants to see your reaction, but after a moment passes, all he gets is the small shake of your head.

"can you play with me later?" and nagi's voice is soothing, like he's letting you come down from your frustration slowly and somehow it's working.

"mhm," you answer him this time.

your voice sounds soft again, the palm of your hands running against his arm in an up and down motion.

and after all of this, you reach to place a kiss on his cheeks. just like that, you're back to him again.

and he learns there's still so much about you he’s yet to know.

#for the Unwell bitches like me :smh: LMFAOAOAOA #nagi x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #:: nagi #:: thread of fate #is this comfort im not sure actuallh #im just thinking nagi seems like the person who's calm when you're upset #yea #when ur grip gets tighter his does that :x face #lmfao

[riveranova]

youre headcanons were so funny, could you do more please? there is this trend on tiktok where girlfriends film their boyfriends sleeping positions, can you do that but with the ikemen prince guys?

and female reader please and thank you!💗💗

A/N: I know EXACTLY what you mean! So sorry for the long wait, here you go! <3

I also made this Gender Neutral because there is no mention of any gender. I hope thats fine!

IkePri's Sleeping positions! x GN! Reader - Part 1

Warnings: A teensie bit suggestive, pure crack to be honest, Nokto

Characters: Gilbert, Silvio, Keith, Sariel, Rio, Clavis, Notko, Ikemen Prince

Word Count: 610

Gilbert von Obsidian

- Still - LIke, he doesn't move - He scares the shit out of you because he's literally cold and unmoving - Literally laying there like 🧍🏻 - WILL make fun of you if you panic and wake him up - He's a little shit, obviously he thinks that your crying face is adorable - Do you honestly think that he'd go out like that? - Do you even love him? - It's not that? Ahh, so you doubt him. - ''I'm hurt, little rabbit. I think I need to remind you how alive I truly am, heehee...''

Silvio Ricci

-This man is a prick - If you sleep in the same bed as him, I'm sorry - Will 100% not only steal your blankets and throw them to the floor but will also take up all the space in your bed - I don't think he's completely silent when he sleeps but he doesn't snore either - More like.. really loud breathing - My dog breathes really loud when he's sleeping well - Hold on.. Silvios crest- - I rest my case.

Keith Howell

-I'm pretty sure that he's a silent sleeper - There is one big problem, uh tall problem - Tall. He's very tall. (I'm 181cm, I feel the pain) - I'd imagine that he has trouble sleeping in small beds because of his height - Poor guy is completely folded next to you so that you have some space - His back pain must be horrible, oh dear - Now, his alter is a different story - I think he'd just pull you onto him - He's tall and strong, he can be your bed <3

Sariel Noir

-Does he even sleep - I think the question with him isn't how he sleeps but how you find him sleeping - His job is hard and trying to keep the chaos (Clavis & Nokto, really) in check is a lot - Falls asleep on his desk, mostly - Hunched over his papers, the candle already out and cold for a long time - This man has chronic back pain, that isn't even up for debate - Wakes up easily and decides to follow you into bed

Rio Ortiz

-I think he doesn't sleep much either - For him, I think it's because he just has too much energy - He just loves to get everything ready for you to start your day, he knows you work so, so hard - But even this battery needs some charging sometimes - Can and will sit down on a chair, sleep (sitting straight up) for an hour and wake up as if he slept a week - Has no back pain either - What is his secret? We will never know

Clavis Lelouch

-Okay. - We know that this idiot doesn't even have a bed in his room - When he does sleep, he just throws himself into his couch and sleep like that - Because when he's tired.. He's TIRED - Hangs off of the side of the couch like not quite dried paint - Cyran covers him with a blanket sometimes but doesn't bother most of the time because Clavis just plucks it off in his sleep - Doesn't sleep very long or very deep, he has a tight schedule after all! Haha! Ahaha! Haa.. poor Sariel.

Nokto Klein

-:I - I think we all know where this is going - Look, I know he's not ALL about women and sex - But he's MOSTLY about it and I'm pretty sure he doesn't even care where he falls asleep - Literally falls asleep with his arms in postions that do NOT look comfortable - Don't worry tho, just pluck his arms from under whatever bodypart they are and lay him down normally - Deep sleeper, 100% - Has mastered THE nap. Like the one where you wake up and you have imprints of your clothes

Thank you for reading, requests are always open!

#ikemen prince #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #ikepri #clavis lelouch #silvio ricci #keith howell #gilbert von obsidian #nokto klein #rio ortiz #sariel noir #ikemen headcanons #ikemen x reader #levi x gn! reader

[lokisremainingsanity]

Moonknight system getting in trouble

content: just scenarios of Steven, Marc, and Jake with their girlfriend, a boss woman who loves them very much, slight angst with comfort, and drinking

~ava!🍓

I like to imagine the moonboys being with their lover, who's extremely mother-like. She's always taking care of them, worrying about them, defending them, and overall just as protective as a lioness over her cubs. Whenever one of them causes trouble though, she'll appropriately punish them. The days that "Ms Grant" is mad (at Steven) she'll go easy on him because he's too soft for her to scold harshly.

"Steven, this is the third time you've forgotten your lunch at home."

You stood there in your suit with your hand on your hip, looking at him sternly as you held his fully packed lunchbox you made him this morning in the other hand.

Steven was surprised you actually came to drop it off right at his cubical in the break room, since you had a booked day of meetings today. He felt terrible, that he was probably taking up your only break of the day.

"I- I'm so sorry, lovie-" He walked to you shamefully as he tried to apologize.

"That's the same thing you said last time, and the time before it. I did not come all the way through busy Piccadilly street here for an apology." You still were talking in your work voice, the business woman voice that showed you meant business. Steven's hot face reddened and his knees almost buckled from your authoritative voice.

"I..um.. I-" He started stammering under your gaze, and you came closer to him and held his face. He still looked down at the floor in shame, until you told him "Steven, look at me.". He looks up at you with slightly wet eyes.

"I came here for a promise from you. I am only upset because I care about you, you know that right? I don't want my baby skipping his lunch especially if I made it. This is so you learn next time not to do it again, okay honey? Promise me that. " You baby-talked him and looked at him with only a mother's care in your eyes.

"y-yes. I understand lovie. I won't do it again. I promise."

And that's how Steven got off with Ms. Grant's wrath easily. Marc on the other hand...

He came back from his nightly routine of serving the Egyptian Moon God to an empty apartment. He saw things.. that triggered unwanted memories. Of course, instead of waiting for you to come back and help him, he decides to indulge in old coping habits: Drinking.

So that's how you came home from a busy day at work to an immensely drunken Marc Spector. He lays on your couch with an almost full alcohol bottle, with plenty of empty ones at his feet. He's slouched and just as he tips his head back to take another sip the bottle is swiped away from him.

"Marc! What is this?!" you hiss lowly at him as you point to the trashed floor with the bottle.

He doesn't even say anything, he just looks at you with hooded eyes.

"Just stay where you are."

You go put the bottle away in the kitchen and return with a breathalyzer. Standing in front of him with it, you gently take his chin, "Open." and he does just as you say. As you wait for the number to pop up, you take notice of his disheveled appearance, messy hair, and bloodshot eyes. Something bad must have happened for him to relapse this bad.

0 . 1 6 m g / L

The breathalyzer reads.

"Holy shit, Marc.", he has you worried. Urgently, you get the biggest glass of water for Marc. He tried to refuse, his head moving away, but you wouldn't budge your hand on his chin. Even in his drunken state, he understood you were serious. After he drank enough, you helped him to the bed, much more comfortable than the couch.

You lay with him and brushed his hair, trying to comfort him as he stared blankly at the wall. Eventually, he finally shut his eyes and you followed right after.

The next morning, it was Marc who woke up first. His raging headache wouldn't let him get any more sleep. He raised his head slowly and with squinting eyes he surveyed the room. Then he saw you, right under him, sleeping in your suit.

Shit

He felt even more horrible, as if the pulsing headache moved to his chest. He must've kept you occupied the second you came back. You didn't deserve that. Suddenly tears started to form in his eyes just as they did the night before. He felt useless.

At the first sniffle you hear, you instantly wake up. Marc is sitting slouched on the side of the bed with his hands on his face.

"Marc, habibi.." you get up to put your hand on his back.

"Are you okay? What happened? Do you need asprin? Let me get you some pain reliever-"

"No" his voice is rough and scratchy from crying.

You stop and look at him blankly.

"No?"

"I'm sorry, I don't want to burden you like this. I've done enough. I'm sorry."

"Oh, Marc"

You wrap your arms around him and he leans into you.

"You're not a burden to me Habibi. Don't ever think that. What you did yesterday, it wasn't right. You were doing so good without the alcohol."

You brushed his hair out of his face and gazed into his sad eyes. "I'm here for you. Anytime you feel bad about something, just tell me. Wait for me and I'll be with you and we can figure it out together okay?"

He sniffles and nods his head slightly. "Good, now I'm going to get you some painkillers. We're throwing away all the alcohol in this household." (household.. or mansionhold?)

No drinks are allowed to go through your doors for the next year, and you make Marc take consistent therapy sessions again to help with his troubles. It doesn't sound like a punishment, at least to you. It's just a necessary measure to monitor your love's health. Marc though, thinks it's completely unnecessary. But can he go against your word? No, the answer is no.

Compared to "Ms. Grant" and "Ms. Spector", "Ms. Lockely" is the harshest. And for good reason too.

Jake is the most stubborn of the three. You love him very much, but sometimes, he's really a jackass. Pardon the language. He can be a sweetheart when he wants to be, or an exhaustion when you need to put him in his place.

This whole week has been a mess, with delayed meetings that messed up your entire schedule, and employees getting sick with the flu season so you're understaffed. You finally come home early on Friday, and you're hoping for some massage(or head), from Steven probably. Except when you do get through the front door, you're met with a mess on the floors. Mud footprints on the floor. Shoes that are thrown instead of on the rack.

What the hell?

You feel the irritation from the morning rise up again. You walk further in and collapse your sore body onto the couch. Cracking your neck, you move your head in a few circles. Then you open your eyes and catch something. Dark little circles on the armrest. With a closer look, you realize they're cigarette marks.

Throwing the shoes around?

Smoking inside?

BURNING YOUR COUCH?

Someone might get butchered tonight.

"Hola bebita!" Jake strolls into the living room and leans over to kiss you. That's when you get a whiff of that distinct cigar smell. You lean back to miss his lips.

"Jake?"

"Yes, amor?" He asks confused.

"Did you smoke under my roof?"

...

Silence ensues.

"Ah but amor the smell is not here anymore-"

"Forget the smell, Lockely. You burned my couch." Your voice may have been eerily even, but your eyes showed how much rage you had.

"It's oka-"

"Lockely, you RUINED my house with mud and cigarette marks! YOU THINK I WANTED TO COME HOME TO ORGANIZE THE TRASHED FLOOR-"

"But eh.. the cleaning is a woman's job anyway, no?" he tried to jest in the middle of your rant.

Oh no.

Oh no no no.

Misogyny is absolutely not tolerated under Ms. Lockely's roof.

So guess who had to sleep on the couch that night.

Guess whose limo got towed off your property that night?

Guess whose bank account got frozen so they couldn't pay the fee to get their limo back?

Guess who had to help cook and clean in the female-led kitchen the next time you organized a gala?

That's right.

Jake Lockely did.

And he never dared utter such words again. And you were proud your punishment set him straight. Did you regret it? No. Would you do it again if you had to? Definitely.

And that's how the Moonboy's girlfriend mothered them all.

#moon knight fic #moon knight #moon knight system #moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #drabble #imagine

[c0stass]

The Drug In Me Is You

(Mark Hoffman/Peter Strahm X reader)

You and Mark break up for a while, during which you hook up with someone else. You two get back together, promising to keep no secrets. He asks if you were w anyone else, and you finally admit you hooked up with Peter Strahm. Mark leaves for a couple of hours, only to come back with Peter. This is a really bad clickbait intro, lol.

I've never written a three-way scene before, but I tried my best!!!

Content: rough sex, mmf, three-way, cussing, dominance, bondage, whatever, this is tumblr, you know what you're walking into.

Word count: 2.5k

Xxx

"No more secrets," Mark promises, holding your hand and looking into your eyes.

"No more secrets." You smile at him.

Secrets were what split you up. He had kept something huge and betrayed you. You didn't see each other for months. You didn't talk to each other. It was as if both of you had completely vanished from the others' lives.

You're both walking home from the bar, where you just randomly ran into him. All the memories came flooding back, so you just said Fuck it and approached him.

Suddenly, Mark stops, turning to face you.

"Were you with anyone... while we were apart?" Mark asks. A question you've been dreading. You feel your blood run cold as you look up at him. He can see it in your eyes. You weren't going to deny it, but your eyes said it all. Slowly nodding, you close your eyes in shame. No more secrets. That was the deal. No matter how painful it would be.

"Who was it?"

You slowly open your eyes and look at him, tears starting to well up.

"If I tell you... you'll hate me..." You say in a shaky whisper.

"Depending on who it is, I can't promise that I won't be mad. But I could never hate you, y/n," Mark reassures you, squeezing your hand.

You take a deep breath.

"Dont tell me yet. Not here. Let's wait till we're inside."

You nod, a feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach. His place is right down the street, and you're certain you'll never see it, or him, again after he finds out who. With each step, the knot in your stomach got tighter and tighter.

Once inside, you slowly sit on his couch. Your fingers nervously pull on the threads of the frayed fabric. Mark sits next to you.

"Please tell me, y/n, who was it?" Mark's voice is shaky, nervous. He's dreading your response just as much as you are dreading telling him.

"It was...." You keep your eyes closed, too ashamed to look at him, "it was... Peter..." You whisper.

"WHAT?!" He barks, jumping up from the couch. Your eyes snap open.

"I thought you hated him! How could you..." His voice is breaking as he paces the room, his hands in his hair.

"I do! I only did it to try to get over you, it didn't work!"

"Peter Strahm? Of all people?!"

"What do you want me to say, Mark?! That I fucked him to get back at you?"

"Did you?!"

"No!" You yell. "Well... maybe a little..." You confess, burying your face in your hands.

"I can't do this..." Mark rushes to put his coat on. He swings the front door open and storms out.

"Mark!" You scream as the door slams shut.

You quickly turn into a blubbering mess, curling up on the brown worn-out couch as you bawl your eyes out. This is the very thing you were afraid of happening.

You must have cried yourself to sleep because the next thing you know, Mark is pulling you off the couch and leading you to his room.

"Mark, what?" You ask groggy.

He doesn't say a word as he gently pushes you onto the bed. As you rub the sleep from your eyes, you gasp. Standing next to Mark is Peter strahm.

"Why is Peter here?" You ask.

The subtlest smirk rests upon Mark's face as he glances at you, then Peter.

"Did you like fucking him?" Mark asks.

"You told him?!" Peter demands.

"Yes... and yes..." You say, lowering your gaze to the floor.

Mark is standing behind Peter. He pushed Peter forward towards you.

"I want you to show me what you did with him."

"What?" You and Peter ask in unison.

You can't help but be a little excited. You know Mark thinks you're not going to be into this, but you are.

"I can tell you want to. Show me how he made you feel," Mark turns to Peter, "Show me how you make her feel."

You always thought Peter was attractive, but you're nervous, with Mark here. At the same time, though, you're biting your lip, looking up at the two men standing before you, imagining what's going to happen.

Peter quickly hops onto the bed, grabbing your hair and pressing his lips against yours, seemingly already forgetting that Mark is in the room. Before you know it, the making out is heavier as clothes are less on the both of you, and more on the floor. You catch a glimpse of Mark smiling as he leans against the wall.

Peter isn't as aggressively dominant as Mark is, but he's still a little bit dominant. You're both now wearing nothing but your skin as Peter pins your wrists to either side of your head, gently, but firmly. His knees push your legs apart and you wrap your legs around him as he slowly kisses your neck.

"Are you sure, with Mark here?"

You'd forgotten about him for a moment, but you glance at Mark, who nods, then back at Peter.

"Yes..." You whisper, already very turned on by what is happening. You can feel Peter's erection throbbing against your thigh as you bite your lip, begging for him. His tongue slowly travels around your lips as he slides inside you. It's not very thick, but it's long, you can feel it bumping against your cervix as he slowly moves inside you.

"Fuck... Peter..." You whine as you raise your hips to meet his thrusts.

"Oh god, y/n.." he gasps as his hand releases your wrist and travels to your right breast, playing with your nipple.

Mark bites his lip as his dick starts to get hard in his pants. He can't help but get super horny at the sight of you being fucked by another man.

You bite your lip and smile as you turn your head to face Mark, teasing him. Mark is licking his lips and loosening his tie, his jacket is already on the floor. You turn back to Peter.

"Fuck me, Peter, make him jealous..." You moan, looking into his eyes.

Peter grips your right tit hard as he slams into you, making you wail out in pleasure.

"I'll make him so fucking jealous," he growls in your ear, glancing back at Mark. You claw at his back with your free hand as your legs start to shake around him.

"Fuck..." You gasp, "peter, I'm gonna...."

Suddenly, Mark lurches forward, shoving Peter off of you roughly.

"Hey! What the fuck?!" Peter shouts, stumbling off the bed.

You look up at Mark, standing above you. You hadn't noticed that he'd stripped his clothes off. He grabs your hair, yanking your head back sharply.

"You don't get to cum for anyone except me, got it?"

"I wasn't done yet!" Peter yells, annoyed, covering himself with his hands.

"Sit your ass down. I'll show you how you really take care of her," Mark said in a low voice as he climbs onto the bed.

Peter crawls toward you, to which Mark responds by grabbing his hair and pulling him off the bed. He drags Peter to the floor, using his tie to bind Peter's hands behind his back.

"You're going to watch me fuck her, the right way. You're shit," Mark says in a stern voice, gripping Peter's chin, making him face him, his face mere inches away from Peter's. Peter watches as Mark gets onto the bed. You smile at Peter as Mark begins slowly kissing up your inner thigh, his eyes locked onto Peter's as he makes him watch. Licking your lips, a low moan escapes your throat as you lace your fingers into Mark's soft, dark hair.

"That's it, baby..." he mutters as his fingers trace over your already wet pussy.

"You really liked fucking him didn't you?"

After a second, his hand shoots up your body, gripping your throat tight as his body weight presses down on you.

"Didn't you?!" He demanded.

"Yes..." You choke.

"More than me?" His grip around your throat tightens as he shoves two fingers inside your dripping cunt.

"Fuck!" You gasp as he curls his fingers up, hitting that sweet spot.

"This is how you fucking take care of her," Mark says sharply, looking at Peter as he rapidly thrusts his fingers inside you.

Mark yanks his fingers out and grabs your hips, shoving you over on your stomach. He pulls your hips so your ass is up in the air facing Peter. One hand grabs at your ass cheeks while the other shoves three of his thick fingers inside you.

"Fucking watch this, Peter. Bet you've never done this before.."

Mark rapidly fucks you with his fingers, leaning down to kiss and nibble on your right cheek as his thumb massages your sensitive clit.

"Fuck.. mark...."

"Aww is someone gonna cum? Already?"

Before you can answer, you tighten around his fingers, yelling a string of cuss words as your whole body shakes, your eyes roll back in your head as you cum hard.

You catch a glimpse of Peter, a look of desperation in his eyes as he struggles against his restraints. Mark grips your hair, forcing you to look at him.

Peter bites his lip, still struggling against the tight tie around his wrists. He is trying to stand up but can't seem to.

Mark shoves you onto your side as you gasp, coming down from the orgasm. You watch as he climbs off the bed and walks towards Peter.

"Lick it off," he instructs, grabbing Peter's hair with one hand as he holds his fingers, slick with your juices, to Peter's face.

You watch as Peter eagerly licks Mark's fingers clean, savoring the taste, looking at you as he does it. You lick your lips as you watch him, turning to sit upright on the bed.

Once he's done, Mark reaches behind Peter and undoes the knot around his wrists.

"You're gonna suck his dick while I fuck you," Mark says to you. You gasp and bite your lip, you were not expecting this at all.

"Bend over like how you were before. You, get in front of her," he says to Peter, to which he quickly obliges. You lick your lips as Peter's hard dick stares you straight in the face, he gently pets your hair as you feel Mark enter you from behind.

"Fu--" You start but Peter quickly shoves his throbbing cock into your open mouth.

"That's it.. fuck..." Peter groans as he grabs your hair, slowly fucking your mouth as Mark wastes no time pounding into you from behind. The only thing stopping you from making noise.is Peter's cock jabbing into the back of your throat over and over again. This is a whole new experience for you, you're cock drunk off both of them as they use you.

You can barely focus on either of them as the other thrusts into you. You can do nothing but lie there as both men use you. You wrap your lips tightly around Peter, you can tell by his thrusts and his moans that he's getting close. You look up at him, begging with your eyes.

Mark's hips slam into you, pushing you forward, making you take Peter's throbbing length down your throat. Tears stream down your face as you gag on his dick. Peter thrusts into your mouth as you're pushed forward. So deep, his balls are slapping against your chin.

"That's it... take it all.... fuuuck," Peter groans, gripping your hair. Peter is trying as hard as he can to not cum, but the sight of you being pounded from behind as you suck him off is too much. In one quick motion, he yanks your head back, stroking his cock a few more times as he paints your face white. Mark withdraws from you, and you collapse on the bed, gasping for breath.

You know it's far from being over, Mark tends to last a long time. Both men look down at you, saying nothing as Mark rolls you onto your back. Peter wipes your face off with his shirt he retrieved from the floor.

"Now it's our turn to make you cum," Mark purrs as he positions himself between your legs.

Peter crawls next to you on your right side as Mark pushes into you. His dick isn't super long, but it's definitely thicker than average.

Peter's fingers make their way down your body as Mark fucks you slowly.

"God... fuck!" You yell as Peter's fingers rub slow circles on your clit, matching the other man's thrusts. His lips find their way to your nipple, gently nibbling and licking, eliciting more noises from you. Mark's hand makes its way to your left tit and squeezes, fucking into you faster, harder.

"Please... please... don't stop," you beg, squeezing your eyes shut, gasping for breath. In response, Peter bites down on your nipple. Not hard enough to break skin, but hard, making you scream.

Peter quickens his pace massaging your clit as Mark pounds into you at a steady pace, making your legs shake. You're getting close, you can feel it building up.

"Cum for us, baby," Peter whispers in your ear, his fingers massaging your sensitive spot in circles that feel so good. The second he says that, you become unraveled, your whole body shaking as Mark fucks you hard and deep.

"Fuck!" Mark gasps as he himself can't hold on any longer. He bites his lip and groans loudly as he releases inside you, filling you with his cum. You gasp for breath as you come down, Peter ever so lightly massaging your pulsating clit. Becoming too sensitive, you shove Peter's arm away as your breathing relaxes.

Mark pulls his dick out of you, both of your cum dripping off of it.

"Oh my god," Peter mutters, "that was... so hot."

You smile at him, then at Mark as he climbs onto the bed, to the side opposite of Peter. It's relaxing, and you feel content, having both of them on either side of you. Feeling worn out from the encounter, the three of you just lie there.

"I should go," Peter says suddenly, as he pulls himself to his feet and begins getting dressed. Mark stands, too, and pulls a blanket around his naked body.

"Listen, you don't tell anybody about this," he orders sternly, his sharp voice sending shivers down your spine. It's rare you hear him speak like this. Peter simply nods as he buttons up his white shirt, fixing his hair.

"Maybe we can do this again sometime?" You suggest shyly. Peter looks at you, then at Mark.

"Maybe, we'll see."

"I'd really like to," Peter adds.

Both men look at you, still naked on the bed. Finally, Mark nods.

"Fine. But we tell nobody."

"Understood," peter says calmly before leaving the room. You hear the front door open and shut and you turn to Mark.

"I was mad at first when you told me," Mark says, "but thinking about you with him was pretty hot after I got over being angry."

"I knew you would be, but I was not expecting this to happen. I had fun."

"Me too." He smiles at you.

#saw #mark hoffman #costas mandylor #detective hoffman #sawposting #mark hoffman x reader #fanfic #smut #peter strahm #peter strahm x reader #Spotify

[ungodlyslut]

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬

pairing: Koby x GN!reader

word counts: 1,200

genre: soft sweet fluff aaaand a little suggestive ig :> 

summary: Koby has spent the whole day doing paper works, and you feel so lonely. You only ask him for a goodnight kiss before going to bed. And just one. Right...?👀

Koby has spent all day poring over his reports and documents, even though a sunny day like today is rare on Rainfall Island. You had hoped to spend the day wandering around with him, surfing, bathing in the sunlight, and trying the local street food. But your plan had gone in vain, thanks to the emergency call from The Vice-Admiral last night.

Your boyfriend has to finish some paper works due tomorrow on behalf of one of his comrades, who unfortunately didn't make it after a dreadful battle. In other words, no dating, no surfing, or eating whatsoever. 

You sprawl lazily on the couch, listening to the rustling sound of the pen running down on papers from Koby's desk. The contrast between the slow ticking of the clock and the alluring sounds of the waves from afar tempts you to leave this boring place and enjoy the vast space out there, where the sun is shining more brightly than ever. However...you lower the book in front to take a peek at Koby: bright eyes behind his glasses and tight lips as he concentrates on the pile of documents. The marine always gives his all when it comes to work. You just can't leave him here to have all the fun for yourself.

Sighing, you return to the book unwillingly. Well, it's work, after all. There is nothing you can do. 

......

It's already midnight when you knock up. The book lies forgotten on the floor, and outside, the rain is drizzling down quietly. Through the dim light from Koby's lamp, you can barely make out the black silhouette of your man's back, still hunching over his works. 

You feel a flicker of irritation. Koby has been the bravest and most hard-working soldier Garp has ever had, but that is no reason to overwork him like this. Stumbling to your feet, you notice the thick blanket draped over you, which had probably kept you warm all the time. 

Oh...Koby!

As quiet as the snowflake, you pad across the room to Koby, and with a swift movement, you pull your boyfriend's broad shoulder into a warm embrace. Koby is startled by the sudden warmth but immediately bursts into laughter when he recognizes your familiar scent as you nuzzle the hollow of his neck cordially. 

"Y/n," He drops his pen to reach for your face. That's the chance you need to slip right into his lap, wrapping the blanket over you and hugging him tightly. You can feel the laugh vibrating from his chest, and unconsciously, you smile at the welcoming sensation; all the prior rage goes up in smoke. 

"What's up?" He coos, holding your face with both his hands. 

"It's late, baby. Let's go to bed together."

"Oh," He leans back to stretch his arm, yawning loudly as if he only notice that just now you mention it, "Works almost done. Just go ahead without me, baby. There are just some finishing touches. I will finish this in no time."

You pout. This work maniac doesn't get your invitation. What a shame! 

"But," You look at him with doe eyes, sniffing as if to cry, "I miss you!!! I miss you so much, baby." 

Only then does something dawn on Koby. 

"Ah, the plan," The pink-haired man slaps his forehead, "Oh no, Y/n, I am so so sorry..."

"Hey, hey, it's alright! It's work, yeah? I don't blame you," You place one finger on his mouth to stop his apology, "But you must look after yourself as well. You've been working all day. It's time to rest, Koby."

Koby looks sheepish and apologetic. He flashes you a clumsy smile while stroking your hair in a false attempt to bring you to bed before him. 

"I swear, I only need to go through the report one last time. It won't take long. Go to sleep, baby. I-I will make up for you tomorrow."

Go through the report, he says. You glance at piles and piles of files laid on the table. It definitely will take a long time.

"Fine," You huff, and through the corner of your eyes, you can see his face brighten up. Silly boy! Suppressing a laugh, you continue saying, "But at least you have to let me kiss you."

"Huh?"

"Aww, come on! Just one kiss. A goodnight kiss. Please? It won't take long." You tease, mimicking his voice. Koby chuckles kindly and closes his eyes as if to permit you. 

Smirking to yourself, you lean forward. One hand resting on his chest, the other playing with his wavy curls, you take a while to admire Koby's beautiful features before closing your distance.

Just one kiss, you have said. Yes, just one.

One on the bridge of his nose. One for his right cheek and one for the left. One ghost over his delicate lips before falling upon its corners. One after another trails down to his chin, his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. His smooth skin feels silky against your mouth, and purely, you take a bite out of curiosity, earning you a low groan from his position. 

Glancing up, you giggle as you spot him looking down at you; affection fills his mesmerizing eyes, cheeks flush in the bright color of red, and lips curve upward in a timid but loving smile. 

"You're supposed to work, baby." You deadpan remind the marine while shamelessly nibbling his notch, making him growl in pleasure. His grip on your waist tightens, fingers running through your loose hair as he pulls you flush to his chest. You immediately lock him up by wrapping your legs around his slender hips, bringing yourself even closer to him. 

Koby smells nice. He has the scent of paper and inks but also the smell of fresh flowers, of nature after one summer downpour. 

"What's up?" You grin, poking his chest teasingly.

"You're unbelievable." Koby breathes out. Taking his glasses off, he quickly leans down, and with enthusiasm close to the one he has for work, Koby kisses you, passionately and hungrily. And you reply to him with an equally eager one, as if you don't get enough of each other, as if this moment is what you guys have always yearned for the whole day. 

Before you know it, you have already lay flat on Koby's desk, legs still hanging tightly around his hip, and face flushes from the fierce kissing.

Papers now scatter everywhere, but Koby doesn't care. He is towering above you, hands next to both sides of your face, breathing heavily. Koby's blushing makes him look like an innocent high schooler, but if you look deep into his eyes, which now turn into a dark shade of blue, you can tell what a strong, demanding man he is. And you can't help but smirk at him playfully.

"Well, well, well, Captain Koby. And what's your order now?" 

The marine grins. 

"Assistant Y/n."

"Yes, sir?"

"You have to let me kiss you. Just one."

"Your wish," You chirp, "Is my command." 

And before Koby can do anything, you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down to an even more fervent kiss than the last one. 

Outside, rain keeps falling gently into the endless night. 

#one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #koby x reader #coby x reader #one piece koby #one piece coby #koby one piece #coby one piece #koby x you #coby x you #koby x y/n #coby x y/n #one piece marines #one piece scenario #one piece imagine #one piece writing #gn reader #gender neutral reader #nana.writes #oh im just so soft for our pink-haired marine

[yuujispinkhair]

Comfort from the King

When you catch the flu, your Yakuza husband is there to take care of you.

Pairing: Yakuza!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort Word Count: 1.7k Warnings: Mentions of flu symptoms, crime-related themes, Yakuza, there is some blood on Sukuna's clothes. All characters are of age. My blog is 18+. Minors don't interact.

This story is set in my Yakuza AU, but you can read it without reading the main story. All you need to know is that reader is married to Yakuza King Sukuna.

I wrote this for a request I got for Yakuza!Sukuna taking care of his wife when she is sick. I hope it can offer you some comfort! Get well soon! 

It happens pretty fast. Suddenly you feel dizzy and too hot, and an hour later a dull headache makes your head pound uncomfortably. The short nap you take on the couch doesn't help. You feel even more drowsy afterwards. You barely make it to the kitchen to get some aspirin and water.

A temperature check tells you that you have a fever. Great. Just great. You caught the flu, apparently. You slowly walk to the master bedroom, falling onto the luxurious bed with a pained sigh. All you want to do is sleep.

For a moment, you contemplate texting someone. Your first thought is Sukuna, of course. But you know that your husband has a lot of work today. He told you this morning that he has some important business in the casino.

You could also ask your bodyguard Nobara to come over. Or maybe Yuuji, your brother-in-law. But on the other hand, they have other things to do too. Nobara was happy about the free day and wanted to go on a shopping spree. And Yuuji has a lot of work with his arcades and pachinkos and the pizza delivery service too. You would feel bad about bothering them.

So you put your phone back down and tell yourself that you'll be fine. Sleep will have to do!

Several hours later, you wake up from a restless sleep filled with fever dreams. Your pulse is racing, you feel dizzy, and the headache is back, even worse than before. But you feel too weak to get up and get more painkillers.

You groan as you roll onto your left side and press your burning face onto your pillow, hoping that the silk bedding will provide some comfort.

It's already dark outside. The city lights sparkle in the near distance, a million little lights in countless skyscrapers, joined by neon signs and the busy Tokyo traffic.

Usually, you love this time of day, when the city turns into this colorful sea of lights. But tonight, you can't see the beauty in it. Instead, the lights hurt your eyes, and you turn back onto your right side, facing away from the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

The penthouse lies in darkness, except for the dim lights in the hallway, which buzzed to life when the light sensors noticed the growing darkness. It's completely quiet in here. How late is it?

Your hand pats weakly at the pillow in search of your phone. You find it and lift it with a shaky hand. Almost 8:00 pm. You slept so long, yet you feel like you ran a marathon. Your whole body aches, and you feel cold sweat on your temples. The fever must have gotten higher. You are so cold, your body is trembling slightly and your teeth chatter as you pull the blanket tighter around yourself.

A sudden longing hits you, making tears gather in your eyes. You want Sukuna here with you. You feel so sick, so weak, and all you want is for your big and strong husband to pull you into his arms and hold you.

Just as you finish that thought, you hear the faint sound of the elevator door opening. Sukuna is home! Almost as if he sensed that you were thinking of him. Sometimes you think he has some secret superpower like that. He always seems to know when you need him.

His velvety voice calls out:

"Darling, I'm home! Where are you?"

"H...here...in the bedroom."

Your voice comes out hoarsely, followed by an immediate cough. You press a hand to your chest as your whole body shakes from coughing so hard when your husband's familiar tall and muscular figure appears in the dimly lit doorframe.

"What's wrong? Why are you in bed?"

Even in the almost dark room, you can see his eyes sparkle as he fixes you with an intense, searching gaze.

A second later, he crosses the small distance between the door and the bed with several long strides. The mattress dips lightly when he sits down and leans over you.

A large hand lands on your arm, warm and comforting. And then Sukuna's low voice speaks soothingly to you,

"Are you sick?"

You nod slightly as Sukuna's hand wanders to your forehead, pressing gently against it. He makes a soft sound, a light gasp, before taking his hand off your forehead and wrapping his strong arms around you, to pull you into his comforting embrace.

"Poor thing, come here! You have a fever, hm?"

You can't stop a sob from escaping your lips as you snuggle bonelessly into your husband's arms and press your face against his buff chest. He feels so warm and solid, so comforting.

You inhale his scent. Expensive perfume and traces of cigarette smoke on his suit. He probably had to meet a business partner in one of the backrooms of the casino. There's also a faint iron smell indicating that your husband had some rather tough business to deal with today.

It should be terrifying to smell traces of blood on your husband's clothes. But it isn't. Not to you. Not when it comes to Sukuna. You know his job. You know everything about it and about him. The King can be ruthless and deadly with the ones who threaten him and his loved ones. But here with you, he is the most caring and loving man you have ever met.

"Kuna...I'm so glad you're home."

It feels so good to be in his arms and snuggle against his broad chest. One of his hands comes up to pet your hair soothingly.

"If I had known you were sick, I would have come home sooner. Why didn't you call me?"

"I didn't want to bother you at work. It's just a fever, Kuna. I thought a bit of sleep would be enough. It's not like you could have done anything anyway."

At that Sukuna pulls slightly away to look at you. His large hand cups your chin and gently tilts your face upwards, making you look at him.

You're still feeling dizzy, and everything looks a bit blurry to you at the moment. But you still admire the handsome face in front of you.

Sukuna is beautiful. A face that would be far too pretty for a Yakuza boss if it weren't for the black filigree lines showing everyone how powerful this stunning man is. But he looks at you with nothing but love in his gaze. His pretty maroon eyes glitter in the dimly lit bedroom as his thumb rubs over your bottom lip in a tender caress.

"I am the King of Tokyo. I can do anything."

The comment could be arrogant, said to a business partner. Or threatening, said to an enemy. But here in your bedroom, it is said with an amused tone. The typical boyish smirk spreads over Sukuna's handsome face, and he adds:

"You know you are always more important to me than anything else. So for the future, keep it in mind: You call me or text me when you aren't feeling well, ok? And I will find a way to help you. Either I come home to you and look after you myself. Or if that isn't possible, I send someone over. Nobara is literally always on stand-by. And Yuuji would be very willing to take care of you too, you know that. Please get it into your pretty head: You never bother me. I will always take care of you, no matter what. Even if it just means bringing you soup and aspirin."

You feel the corners of your lips lift in a soft smile, despite your exhaustion. Your heart feels so full.

"You're the best husband."

Sukuna blesses you with one of his genuine smiles, so dazzling and pretty that it still makes you stare in rapt fascination anytime it happens.

He leans closer again and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek as his strong arms envelop you once again in his comforting embrace.

"Get some more rest, darling. And I'll make you something to eat."

You can only nod as your husband's strong hands gently make you lie back down on the bed. You mumble a soft thanks before drifting off to another round of sleep as the exhaustion wins again.

The next time you wake up is when Sukuna walks back into the bedroom, carrying a tray with a steaming bowl of freshly cooked soup and a large glass of water, and some more aspirin.

He must have taken a shower because his pink hair is slightly damp, and he changed into comfy grey cashmere sweatpants that ride low on his hips. He doesn't wear a shirt. Even in your current drowsy state, you can't help but admire the sharp v-line and the defined abs and pecs. A strong body full of gorgeous muscles and filigree tattoos.

A body that is very warm and comforting when you are snuggled against it twenty minutes later after you finished eating your soup and your husband carried you bridal style to the bathroom and back to bed before handing you the pills and the glass of water, watching you with a stern but loving gaze to make sure you drank everything.

And now he is hugging you from behind, keeping you warm and making you feel loved. You sigh happily and close your tired eyes.

Sukuna is so big and strong. His hugs always make you feel safe. But tonight, it feels even more comforting than usual. The fever makes you feel weak and over-emotional, tears welling up all too easily because of the exhaustion, pain, and overall feeling of helplessness. But here in Sukuna's arms, everything is ok again. 

He is warm and comforting. He is your home, just like you are his. Even his voice is soothing to you, a low and tender whisper:

"How are you feeling, my love?"

"Hmmm, still lousy, but your soup and your hugs help... maybe I should have really called you."

"Yes, you should have. Don't hesitate to do it next time. You're my Queen and my wife. You're my everything. I love you. I want to take care of you, darling. Always."

And you know that it is true. Because Itadori Sukuna is a man of his word.

"I love you too, baby. Thank you for taking care of me."

You can feel him smile against your neck upon hearing the pet name, and his muscular arms tighten around you even more as he pulls you against his firm body.

"No need to thank me, sweetheart. This is part of the package. See it as my all-inclusive deal. And you are the only one who gets all the benefits."

His words make you chuckle, but it turns into a loud yawn. You put a hand on top of Sukuna's, where it's resting lovingly beneath your breasts.

"So tired... 'm gonna sleep again... g'night, Kuna..."

"Good night, my love. Get well soon."

And this time, you fall asleep in your husband's strong arms. His muscular, firm body is pressed tightly against your back, strong arms holding you safely in his embrace while soft lips trail gentle kisses over your neck, and his low velvety voice whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

Words of love and affection that are even more precious somehow because they come from a man who is feared by everyone else in this city. But not by you. Because to you, Sukuna is your lovingly devoted husband.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope this little story can give you some comfort! Yakuza!Sukuna always makes me feel better. There's just something about a powerful and dangerous man like him going all sweet and caring for the ones he loves that makes me weak! It was nice to write for Daddy Kuna again :)

Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs make me happy!

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Don’t hurt yourself

Chapter 6 - 4:44

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Previously chapter

Warnings: angst, smut, mention of blood, mention of infidelity, alcohol use.

Lewis POV in this chapter

Words: 4.939

“Do I find it so hard

When I know in my heart

I'm letting you down every day

Letting you down every day

Why do I keep on running away?”

August

"I open the door first. I know the apartment is clean, but I still feel afraid she'll see something. For me, the smell of blood mixed with bleach remains ingrained in every crevice of this place. I want to be able to leave, take all the good memories of this place, and go to another place to call home. And leave behind the worst thing that ever happened in our lives.

She follows me, in slow steps, still in shock.

I've never seen Y/n like this. She doesn't look like herself anymore, just a sad shell of herself. I must not be any different, I know that, but I try to pretend to her that I'm okay. Maybe if I show her that I'm confident that everything will be resolved and work out, maybe she'll believe it and start thinking that way too.

"Do you want me to make the bed for you to lie down?"

I put my backpack on the floor as I lock the door. I watch her walk to the kitchen and follow her. At this moment, the last thing I want is for her to be alone or feel lonely.

She doesn't say anything. She just walks over to the sink and pours herself a glass of water.

She doesn't look at me. The last time she looked at me, she was covered in blood, screaming for me in the bathroom of our suite. That's the last image I have of her eyes on mine, filled with panic and pleading for some kind of help.

"Did you try to wash it?"

There's so much pain in her voice that it makes me want to cry again. Only then do I realize her gaze is directed towards the laundry room. She looks at the bucket filled with liquid that has now taken on a pinkish tone. Through the water, you can see the fabrics inside it.

They are the clothes she was wearing at that moment. Regret hits me as soon as I notice her perception.

"You shouldn't have seen that. I was going to throw them away, but I didn't have time."

"Did you try to wash them?"

She asks me again, this time with indignation. I stand in front of her, but her gaze doesn't leave the damn bucket.

"I didn't know what to do. I think I was in shock. I spent hours scrubbing, thinking it would make a difference. I'm sorry."

She nods, but the movement is so subtle that it's almost imperceptible. It takes her a while to speak again.

"I don't understand. He was so small. And all that blood..." Her eyes finally leave the bucket and meet mine. She looks exhausted, more melancholic than ever, and all I want is to be able to help, but I know there's no way I can do that right now.

"How was it possible?" she asks.

I gently clasp my hands around her delicate arms, trying to lead her away from the kitchen, and she accepts, I don't think she could fight against anything right now. Y/n sits on the couch, her eyes avoiding mine on the way there, and once again, I begin counting in my mind to see how long I'll go unnoticed by her.

I sit in front of her, trying to think of something to say to ease our pain.

"I know it feels like this will never end, Y/n. But we'll get through this, we'll manage to get past it."

The laugh that comes out of her lips is weak and humorless. I stop talking when I hear the sound coming out of her lips.

"Stop it, Lewis," she says, still not looking at me. "First, stop acting like you know what's going to happen. Second, stop saying 'we' as if you've gone through half of what I've been through."

Y/n gets up from the couch as if she had found strength from somewhere within herself. I continue sitting, watching her every move, trying to process her words and thinking that it would end there.

She walks down the hallway but quickly comes back to me, looking back into my eyes.

“You know what? I think this was a terrible idea from the beginning.”

“What?”

“I don't know why I thought we would do well having a child together.” She laughs as if she really finds it funny. “It's not like I didn't know I would end up raising this child alone.”

I look at her and I know there is supplication in my gaze, I don't want her to finish talking, I want her to take back what she's already said. I know she's hurt, I know she's more broken than ever. But this hurts so much.

"You're never here, and every day you find something new to do as if you couldn't spend a damn minute standing still. It's not like you're going to change overnight. Lucky for him to have given up while there was still time, right?" She looks at me for a few seconds before turning and heading back towards the hallway. "Maybe he realized before what he was getting into. We should take this as a sign or something."

I hear the door slam at the end of the hallway. I want to get up from here, I want to go to her, I could even start screaming at Y/n now, but I couldn't. I can't move from here. The words penetrate my mind even as I fight against them.

We planned and dreamed of this, lived every moment with the certainty that everything would work out. I never thought I could hear this coming from the woman of my life, the mother of my child. And for a few seconds it sounded like a tasteless joke, the resentment of a woman who was physically and mentally very hurt, but over time the words began to make sense within me. Maybe she's right, maybe it went wrong now so that it doesn't end up going wrong later. Maybe we were blind not to see that this clearly wasn't going to work out.”

September

“The buzzing in my ear continues to be present even hours after I left the circuit. I thought the numbness would go away once I got into the car and prepared for another race, but that wasn't what happened. It cost me much more than that. Not even the one thing my happiness and motivation for years has been based on was enough to take me out of the bitter limbo I am living now.

I was cowardly to have run away, I should have stayed home, I should have made more effort to stay present and strong. But every time I look at her, it's like those endless tears and all those words that never leave my mind are a reminder of how I couldn't give her the one thing she wanted most in this world. And I have never felt so weak and incapable in my life. That's why I left, that´s why I left the most important person in my life behind that wooden door with the ridiculous excuse that I couldn't miss a weekend of racing.

I don't know why I went to Monza, just as I don't know why I went to the hotel bar when I could have waited those hours anywhere else, or why I looked at that woman as if I had the slightest interest in her.

The woman didn't interest me, just as the whisky didn't interest me, or the flight delay, or the lack of points in the weekend race. But still, I said yes to all of it.

And even though I knew I was making the biggest mistake of my life, I still felt nothing. None of it could affect me, the thick shell of apathy didn't let anything seep through my skin and make me feel anything. But I knew that this feeling of emptiness would go away at some point, and it did.

The lump in my throat appeared when I heard the door slam behind me from that woman's room. I tried to ignore it, tried to pretend like I hadn't done anything wrong. But by the time I reached the airport, that lump had turned into tears. Tears of pure guilt.

My wife taught me many things, but the greatest of them was how to be more vulnerable. She always told me to let go, that it's worse to keep things inside, that tears can turn into a tsunami inside of us and that would only make things worse. Eventually, I learned to understand and to let go. Y/n became my greatest strength and my confidant. Only her and no one else.

Y/n was like that with me too, she was not afraid to show her emotions and tell me when something was wrong. I think that's why we worked well for so long, there was no treatment of silence. Even when one of us wanted some alone time, the other wouldn't let it go until everything was resolved. But after all that, she changed, and I no longer hear anything real from her, no lamentation, anger, or anguish. All I find when I look at her is a silent sadness. But I can't blame her alone, I may also have lost interest in her tears after hearing the most painful words of my life from her. I feel ashamed to admit it, I shouldn't have taken someone's words so seriously in those conditions, but I really think she had it locked inside her, it just took vulnerability to let it out.

I thought apathy and numbness were the worst feelings I had ever experienced within me. That was until guilt appeared. The knot in my throat hardly lets me breathe and regret hits my chest so hard it seems like it wants to be vomited out of me.

Suddenly everything seems broken in a way that's impossible to fix, as I return home where my wife's imminent sadness awaits me like a tireless reminder of everything that was supposed to be but wasn't.

I wish the flight would be delayed for a few more hours. I wouldn't mind staring at the airport's white wall for the next few days if it meant not having to move on after all of this. But eventually the hours pass, and eventually I calm down and try to think better about what I did and what I can do.

Jordyn. That was her name.

I noticed that her eyes are similar to Y/n's. But I don't know if that was the first thing I noticed. I don't know if I had the dexterity and sobriety at that moment to notice something like that in the low light of that bar. But it was something that I noticed at some point.

She asked me to accompany her to the room. The movement of her hair and the soft tone of her voice also made me feel something familiar.

So I went.

And then I was sitting on her bed.

And she climbed on top of me.

And I didn't take her off.

Why didn't I take her off?

Maybe I did it out of the anger that was hidden so deep inside of me that even I denied it. Anger towards this whole situation, anger towards her even.

Or maybe I saw my wife in that stranger, it's been so long since the last time, maybe that's what it was. I wasn't apathetic or numb, I just missed my wife and found her somewhat in that woman. That's all. It's all okay. Y/n doesn't need to know, she doesn't need this added burden. It meant nothing.

It meant absolutelly nothing."

I turned off the car a few minutes ago, the sun finally appeared after weeks of cold weather in Monte Carlo. The warm rays hit the metal and the lack of air conditioning makes me sweat sitting in the driver's seat. I could turn on the car to enjoy the cool breeze, but that would further delay my trip to the gallery, which I have been trying to do for what seems like hours.

I stare at her car parked in one of the first spaces, she must have arrived early here, I wouldn't doubt that she was the first. Alessia is important in her life, she couldn't miss supporting her.

I open the door to the gallery carefully, not wanting to draw any attention. The place is already crowded, people walking around each piece of art leisurely, analyzing them without any hurry. I don't take long to find her, how could I not notice her presence when she has been and still is like a magnet to me all these years?

Her blue dress makes everyone else present seem a shade of gray. God, if she were wearing pajamas she would still outshine them all.

She doesn't notice me, talking to someone while carrying a half-filled wine glass, her smile is beautiful. She's smiling like before.

I don't need anything else, I even forgot why I came here, I could just stay here, looking at her while she smiles at a stranger and pretend that this genuine smile is directed at me.

“What the hell are you doing here?” The whisper comes from my side and I know who it is before I even turn to look. Alessia glares at me with clear anger on her face. “You were not invited.”

"I just want to talk to her, Alessia. It's been a week since we last spoke.”

We continue to whisper.

“I don't care. Leave the girl alone, get out of here, Lewis.”

“Alessia, please...”

“What are you doing here?"

She cuts me off, and I turn to face Y/n who is now in front of me. The smile is no longer on her lips, now that she looks me in the eyes and the only thing I see is at most neutrality. It hurts me almost physically, I hate myself so much for doing this to her.

“Can I talk to you?”

She sighs before nodding.

“You're kidding me, Y/n.” Alessia seems even more nervous. Y/n comes close to me and puts her free hand around my wrist, I feel good with the contact, even though I know there isn't much affection in it.

“Alessia. Let me handle this, go back to your guests. It's okay.”

Y/n's voice comes out in a whisper that I can hear clearly due to our proximity.

Alessia shrugs before moving away from us.

y/n pulls me out to the outside of the gallery, where there is no one else. She only releases our contact when she leans against the balustrade that separates the garden from the social area.

She takes a sip from the glass before resting it on top of the white plaster and turns her gaze to me.

“What is so urgent that you couldn't wait until I got home to talk?" Her voice isn't so impatient.

“You look so beautiful.”

“Sounds pretty urgent.” There's a hint of laughter in her voice and it makes me smile too.

“That's not what I was going to say. But it's true, you're by far the most beautiful woman here.”

She smiles at me. I take a few seconds to pay attention to those perfect lips curved upwards in a smile for me. Finally.

"Thank you"

I take a few minutes to say what I would like. I could have waited a few hours, but all this anxiety seems to want to kill me.

"I don't know what to do, Y/N."

His smile fades and we quickly go from a minimally relaxed moment to the anguish that surrounds us these last few days. Again my fault.

"What do you mean?"

“It's been a week. I don't know if you're looking for a decision or if we're going to stay like this forever. I don't know if I should talk to you about it or just pretend that nothing happened. I need a direction, I need you to tell me what I need to do to improve and help.”

“Nothing. I've made a decision, Lewis. I'm just trying to get used to it.”

I feel lighter hearing this. She made a decision, she didn't leave the house, didn't stop talking to me, didn't even say the word "divorce". It's like an elephant has lifted off my shoulders. I finally understand and know what's going on.

I can't hide the smile on my lips. I knew we could overcome this, knew everything would work out in the end, it couldn't be different.

"That's good." I know my smile is big.

Y/n's big eyes have always been able to show more than she would probably like, because of that, she can never lie to someone for too long. But sometimes that look seems more complex than usual and trying to decipher it becomes difficult. Even for someone who knows her like me.

"Alessia is going to Italy tomorrow. Check out some works."

She picks up the glass again and takes another sip.

“I'm going with her. Just one day, quick thing." I nod. "When I get back we can talk more about it. I think things will be clearer by then."

"No problem."

"Good." She smiles again. I could stare at that smile for hours. There's no more hurt or anger like before. The only thing I find is certainty and happiness. I can't believe everything worked out, I can't believe I have someone with me who is so good. "Let's go home, I need to pack my bags."

Y/n comes to me, her arm intertwining with mine and we head towards the exit of the gallery. Like a miracle, she seems like a different person, and all of this just leaves me with more hope.

-

I couldn't take the smile off my face since we left the salon together, everything seems better, everything seems like it will be resolved. I feel like crying with relief.

I leave the bathroom and the only thing I'm wearing is a white towel wrapped around my hips. S/n calmly selects her clothes while humming a tune, she seems focused, but looks at me as soon as she notices my presence.

She smiles. She smiles at me again.

I have to pay attention to my whole being to make sure this isn't a daydream or a lucid dream, it's too good to be true. It's far beyond what I imagined it would be.

She comes to me calmly, I don't know if I can affirm it, but I perceive a certain malice in her smile, my stomach turns with this perception.

I put my hands on her face when she gets close enough, I don't expect anything more than this, anything beyond this type of contact would be too much to imagine. All of this already seems unreal enough at this moment."

"I think we need to talk," I say. "About everything. The now, the after, you know."

Y/n nods, her hands go to my hips and delicately rest on the towel, causing shivers to run through my body.

She nods and leans in closer.

"Do you remember how we started dating? How our relationship ended up happening?" she asks.

I furrow my brow as I agree, trying to understand where she's going with this.

"I barely knew your name and I was already in your bed," our laughter echoes through the room. "I felt kind of impure but it was so good that I didn't care. I never imagined you saw me as a potential wife."

"I went crazy for you. It didn't take long for me to fall in love."

"I dreamed of a fairytale. I had it clear in my mind what each date with the love of my life would be like. I never thought I could sleep with my future husband on the first date." Her laugh makes me laugh along. "And then a bold guy appears, who knows what he wants. And above all, my perfect type. I didn't even want a relationship, but your gift of charm caught me, and before I knew it, I was hooked. All this on the first night.”

"I think it was the opposite, I was hanging out with my friends, had no intention of anything. It was these eyes, and this mouth." My thumb brushes over her features and I silently thank her permission. "I couldn't ignore it, didn't pay attention to anything else in that place, I wanted you for myself.

"And I accepted. Went to your house without hesitation.

"It was wonderful."

She nods while smiling. We stare at each other for a while, I try to hold onto this moment as much as I can.

“Lewis.”

“Yes?”

My heart beats fast, I can feel it. All my senses are sharper than usual. It's like I can feel what's going to happen.

“I want you to fuck me like you fucked me on our first night.”

I take a few seconds to process those words. A kiss would already be much more than I imagined, now reliving that night at her request?! For a second, everything goes through my mind. How did she change so much in days? How is she asking me this when not long ago, I could swear she looked disgusted with me? I feel confident and full of doubts at the same time. But there isn't much time to think when her hands release the towel from my hips and her lips meet mine.

I've been dreaming of her lips for the past few weeks as if, if I had the chance to taste them one more time, I would be the luckiest man in the world. I cling to her soft skin against mine and to all the sensations that run through me. Our kiss becomes faster almost instantly, my desperation for her makes me almost aggressive in my touches. I missed her taste, her smell, her touch on me. For a moment I thought I would never have this again. Y/n possesses something that doesn't exist in anyone else in this world, and I am the luckiest man in the world for having found it for myself.

“Y/n, thank..." I say between the kiss but open my eyes to look at her.

"No. Don't say anything, just touch me," she doesn't look at me, but holds onto me as if she wants to merge us into one.

I do as she asks, my hands wandering all over her body as I carelessly remove each piece of her clothing. And with each of these pieces, it's as if I'm also removing all the walls she built around us.

We didn't take long to get to bed. Our desperate bodies crumpling every piece of clothing she carefully placed on the bed, we don't care about that now. There is only one concern in our minds.

I descend my kisses to her breasts, staying there for some time. I can already feel my erection, which hurts for relief, but I couldn't help but savor every inch of my woman. She is like a piece of heaven between my teeth. Her sighs and low moans only make me even more euphoric. Suddenly, I don't even remember how we got here at this moment, everything seems very unreal.

I position myself between her legs, she watches me with a few strands of hair stuck to her forehead, she has never looked so beautiful. I don't take my eyes off her as I stimulate her with my tongue, feeling her arching but keeping my arms wrapped around her thighs, preventing her from moving away from me.

There's no dialogue, I could talk for hours about how grateful I am and how much I love her body, but I'm afraid of ruining this moment that seems to be hanging by a thread.

Her moans gradually increase, and I know her well enough to know when she's close. My body tenses along with hers, and I feel like I could come together with her just by watching the woman writhing under me.

"Don't stop. I'm almost there, love," she gasps in an almost scream, not taking her eyes off me except to writhe and delve even deeper into the sensation.

"Love.”

It's like the certainty hits me just as the orgasm hits her without delay. I continue to stimulate her until she abruptly pulls away, showing that she couldn't take any more stimulation.

I know she needs a few minutes, but there isn't any. S/n pulls me up as soon as I'm out of her touch. Her kiss is fierce and rushed. I'd like to say something now, but there's no room for that.

Y/n changes position and easily gets on top of me, her hand goes to my member making me gasp with the contact.

“Y/n...”

“Shhh!” She stimulates me with her hands while looking at me attentively. “You missed this, didn't you? You wanted this.” I nod. “Then enjoy it, my love. Enjoy what you wanted from me so much."

I close my eyes with the sensation. She doesn't stop with her hands, and I'm already so sensitive that I know I won't take long to come.

Suddenly, she stops, and before I even open my eyes, I feel myself penetrating her all at once. Moans come from both of us, and it's loud enough to echo throughout the room.

Y/n begins with slow and gentle movements, and I explore her body with the tips of my fingers. As time passes and excitement builds, her movements become firmer and more intense, matching the rhythm of our accelerated breathing.

My hands roam her body with desire and longing, exploring every curve and every inch of her soft skin. When I reach her breasts, my hands stop and I gently caress them, lightly squeezing her nipples while watching her face contort with pleasure.

I keep my hands on her breasts for a few seconds, enjoying the sensation of their softness and the firmness of her nipples. Then, I continue to explore her body with my hands, moving down towards her waist and beyond, as our bodies move in a rhythmic pace of pleasure. I touch her swollen clit with my thumb and start to stimulate her, her movements slow down to enjoy my touch more. It's at that moment that I pull her down, putting myself on top of her again.

My hand instinctively wraps around her neck as we join in another kiss, her hands running all over my body, and I know she wants the contact back, so I give it to her.

The thrusts are already high and rhythmic, Y/n's moans are loud and so are mine, we're both lost in the moment.

I feel her interior contracting around me and I know I won't last much longer, I quicken my movements and her moans still echo as I release inside her while our bodies remain glued to each other.

Breaths are unsteady, and take some time to return to normal. We spend all this time together, without saying a word.

Minutes pass, and her body slowly moves away from mine. The movement is so subtle that I only notice it because I still long for her to be attached to me.

“Does this mean what I think it means?"

She looks at me from the other side of the bed, her body turned towards me but there is no more contact. She lies on her side but doesn't cover herself in any way. The clothes that were supposed to go into her suitcase still lie under her body.

She doesn't answer me, Y/n smiles without showing her teeth and gives me a long peck before getting up and going to the bathroom.

"Y/n, please," I say."

She stops before entering the room and looks back at me.

"Can you calm down and let things happen? We just had a great night after a long time, Lewis. Don't ruin this."

I settle for that, even though I feel like I shouldn't. I watch her enter the bathroom and soon the sound of the shower fills the silence of the room.

I consider going back to what is now my bed in the guest room but it wouldn't make sense, not now that we've finally sorted things out. Now my place is back here, next to my wife.

The white noise lulls me to sleep before I'd like it to. I wish I could stay up all night, just to savor a little more of the sweet sensation of reconciliation, but my body is tired and I end up falling asleep earlier than I would like.

Before falling into a deep sleep, I feel her body next to mine, and if I could encapsulate this feeling, it would be my most addictive drug. I am grateful for finally being able to be forgiven as I delve into the best night of sleep in weeks.

When I wake up, there are no more clothes scattered around, or the warmth of her body next to mine. The only thing I find in bed are papers. And even before I take the pages in my hands, I already know what it's about.

My stomach churns and I feel more stupid than ever.

Author's notes: Hey, is anyone still there?? Sorry for taking so long to post. I had surgery and didn't know it would take me so long to recover. But I'm good now and ready to start writing again. We're in the final stretch of the story, hope you guys enjoy the next chapters.

I'm feeling unsure about this chapter. I didn't like it that much. I think I couldn't express everything I wanted. But I did my best under the circumstances, I really hope you guys like and understand it. Thank you❤️

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It's A Free Use World; You're Just Living In It // Joel & Tommy Miller x Reader

Anon Asked: A free use fic in Jackson, where you're assigned to or maybe used by Joel/Tommy? A/N: Reposting as I think it'll end up being part of a series! Fuck, free use is one of my favourite things to write. Thank you so much for this! Muse: Joel & Tommy Miller Content Warnings: Age Gap, Size Difference, Rough Sex, Threesome, Tommy & Joel sandwich (no inc*st), Free Use, No Use of Y/N +  Want to see more? I’d love to see some requests, here!

Jackson truly was a communist settlement; everything was shared, including the women. The free use rule had been set in stone long since you arrived. You'd argue the rule, or leave, but everyone here accepted it and aside from that, this truly was a beautiful home. All the women were given a place to stay, warm clothes, a soft bed, all the food you could ask for.

All you had to do, was take what was given to you whoever, whenever or wherever that may be. It didn't help that the home offered to you, belonged to another. in your case, your keys unlocked the door to the Miller boy's home. They just so happened to be the most insatiable of the lot. Outside of the house, you wore respectable clothes. For the most part. No panties or bra, that was the rule, and more often than not you'd wear little dresses; learnt early on it was easier to do that than constantly have them ripped from your body. You still reminisced about your favourite pair of jeans, may they rest in peace.

At home, however, clothes weren't optional, they were against their religion. At least on you. It was a pretty sweet deal, you mostly kept the house clean when they were gone, for your own sanity, and served them whenever they wanted it. You'd say it was a chore, but... well, have you seen the Miller boys?

Joel had been out hunting for the last few days, so it was just you and Tommy when he wasn't out working the fields. He'd come home exhausted and wrung out, something had happened but you didn't want to ask, knew better than to get too personal with him. The hot shower he'd gotten out of not too long ago must have helped, though, because his mood had infinitely improved.

He'd walked past you, giving you a kiss, and you thought perhaps he was too tired for anything tonight... what a rookie error. Just as he was about to walk away, his fist locked in your hair, half dragging you along to the living room. Sinking into the sofa, he took you down with him. Forcing you to your knees, the hard wood knocking you about a bit. You don't mind, you're used to it now. Tugging down the zipper of his jeans, releasing his already hard cock as he wrapped a free hand around it. He didn't say anything, just looked down at your wide, innocent eyes. Tapping your lips with the thick head, telling you without words to open wide for him.

You oblige like the good little girl you are, wrapping those beautiful, plump lips around his cock before he rocks his hips forward, slamming in the rest of the way. A low groan escapes him, his head tipping back on the couch as the fist in your hair tightens. Holding you firmly in place, he begins a steady rhythm, fucking your face like it was nothing but a flesh light. His balls slap against your chin on every thrust, your throat bulging from the size of him, but so used to the invasion now you don't even choke on that monstrous cock anymore.

You hear the faint click of the lock, then the front door opening. A soft thud telling you Joel's back, and he's caught something. You can't see what, can't move from your position. Tommy doesn't stop, his pace unrelenting as his groans tell his brother exactly where you both are. You can't see the dried blood on his hands from the fresh kill, or the splatter across his flannel shirt. The dirt his boots track through the floor as he cuts a path directly to you both. It's been days since he's been able to take what was his, what he shared with Tommy.

He takes a heartbeats pause to drink in the sight of you, down on your knees, Tommy's fist yanking your head up and down his cock as he fucks up into your face, his brother meeting his eyes over you in greeting; before a roughed up hand drags his own zipper down. Dropping to his knees behind you, he lines the equally thick head with your tight little cunt as both hands massage your ass. Spreading those cheeks nice and wide before slamming in balls deep. No warning, no preamble. His own groan mixing with his brothers as he pulls back to the tip, and slams in again. His pace slower, more brutal than Tommy's but you're used to it now. It wouldn't last long, the beat between thrusts giving you a chance to get used to how god damn big he was inside you.

Both brothers ignore you, too busy chasing their own release. Joel moves faster, deeper, fucking you so hard you feel like you're splitting in half. Between the two of them, your body struggles to keep up. To cope with the size of their cocks, with the roughness as they use you... and yet, you wouldn't have it any other way. A hand comes down on your ass, big and heavy, the harsh sting echoing in your mind as Joel slaps you again, and again before wrapping both hands around your slender hips in a crushing grip. Pulling your body back onto him, making you meet every thrust. The momentum propelling you forward, to take Tommy's cock even more. Rocking back and forth between the two giants.

The hand not in your hair finds your tits, slapping them, catching the nipple with the tips of Tommy's fingers as he takes out the days frustrations on your little body. You're not supposed to enjoy it as much as you do but you can't help it, the lick of pain their hands elicit just adding to the pleasure as they use you. You love it, love knowing you're there to service them, that you're their favourite toy. Joel's fucking you harder still, their cocks bulging your petite little body as you're impaled by both of them.

Tommy is the first to cum, slamming in deep and holding your head in a vice like grip, grinding against swollen lips as he forces you to take every drop of his thick cum. So deep in your throat, it has no chance of escaping. His groans sending his brother over the edge, who does the same. Slamming in and holding you in place, the pressure so delicious you can't help your own orgasm. Tight little cunt milking Joel's cock. They couldn't care less if you came or not yet your muffled cries tell them both you're right there with them. Your body trembling as Joel pulls out first, tapping your ass before zipping his jeans up and walking away, heading in the direction of the shower. Tommy holds his cock in your throat longer, just warming it now, you can still feel it twitching as you watch him, fighting back the smile...

"Always such a good girl for us, aren't you, pet?"

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