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hi! I saw ur post abt accidentally deleting reqs and was scared since mine wasn’t answered yet (im not complaining bc ur other work is so so delicious to read 😍) anyways here it is. Ok imagine Miguel ohara being the heir to the mafia ‘throne(?)’ ima be so fr idk what they call it 💀 anyways and he’s in an arranged marriage w/ a girl from a diff mafia family as a way to make peace between the two families, except neither he or the girl are happy abt it. Enemies to lovers would just be majestic for the plot in my opinion 🤭. Anywaysssss thank u sm and remember to drink water 🫶🏻

Art by: Kimmy_art0912 Pairing: Mob Boss Miguel x Wife reader Warnings: Mentions of blood, very mild violence, no use of y/n Summary: You and Miguel come from different mafia families, forced to be married in order to form an alliance as threat from an outside. However, you and Miguel can only tolerate each other, at best. A/N: I swear I scratched and rewrote this like five different times.I am sorry it took so long. I am slowly making my way back into writing. I do thank anon and everyone else for their patience as I slowly make my way back to life and I will be writing more Miguel fics soon. I may do a part two to this, depending on interest recieved. I have been getting into mafia books so I am going to be looking into those for inspo if I do make more parts to this. Also, very very light editing was done. Word Count: 4.6k

Your family and the O’Hara’s have been enemies since your ancestors set foot into this country. Both immigrating from nothing but the clothes on their backs and pennies to their name.

Your family started working in the food industry. Working in restaurants, bakeries, etc. Anything that had to do with food. Seven days a week. Working from twelve to fourteen hour shifts just to make ends meet. Your great great grandfather worked at the local deli as well as a restaurant. When he wasn’t cutting up meat, he was in the kitchen making food. Your great great grandmother worked at the neighborhood bakery as well as the tailors. Her dream was to make clothes- dresses. She wanted to be a fashion designer. She started taking classes at the local college once they saved up enough money to invest in her studies.

Eventually, with their hard work and sacrifices, their dreams came true. Your family soon owned several restaurants as well as luxury boutiques. Everyone did their part in keeping the family businesses growing and going.

At first, it was all simply honest work. Your family stayed humble and grateful for their dedication. Then, with your great grandfather, things took a slight turn. He wanted to expand and turn into construction. Nueva York continued to go and grow, with more people coming to try to make a living and a name for themselves. And in that mix, people with bad intentions also tagged along. The family businesses were in jeopardy of being taken over or shut down completely by these power-hungry thugs. He did not want that. So, he and the rest of the family banded together and began hiring people who would be willing to work for them and protect them, whether they were military vets, criminals, or even cops. Anyone who was willing to protect the family.

Allyship with other mafia families also aided in the growth and protection. However, there was one family that yours always butted heads with.

The O’Haras. They immigrated from Ireland around the same time your great great grandparents did. They built their own businesses, casinos, hotels, and clubs- and wanted their own power and a spot with the elites of the criminal world.

At first, things were neutral between the two families. At one point, the two families were almost allies. However, one night, there was commotion going on at one of the O’Hara nightclubs. Members of your family got into a tussle with the O’Hara group and ended up being a blood bath, with both sides losing men.

Ever since then, things were tense, and the bloodshed continued to grow as oppositions rose.

No one really knew what it was that started the feud that night. Some suspected it had been over a woman. Others thought it was simply because some members were drunk and careless words were exchanged.

Either way, the rivalry continued on. Until a new threat entered the city. And there was no choice but to come together.

—

It’s been six months since you moved into his house. Six months since you lost your freedom. Six months since you got married. To Miguel O’Hara.

It all happened in an instant. First, you were out abroad, having recently gotten your first major job as a fashion designer in a luxury clothing company, wanting to be as successful as your great great grandmother, and now you were out on a little vacation to celebrate, when you received a call from your father, ordering you to come back home.

You should’ve relished that Mediterranean breeze as long as you could, because once you got on that flight back home, your world was about to be flipped on its head.

“I’m sorry…WHAT?!” You screeched at your father, you only looked at you with his calm, cool, distant, expression as he inhaled into his cigar.

“You’re getting married to Miguel O’Hara,” he repeated.

“I heard what you said! But, why?!”

“The O’Haras had agreed to a truce. Kingpin is gaining on both of our families. We are losing men and traction left and right. We agreed by aligning our families together, we will gain strength in numbers and influence.”

“And you are shipping me off into an arranged marriage! This isn’t the medieval age or whatever!

Plus, with Miguel?! At least have me marry Gabriel. He’s not an asshole like his brother.”

“Miguel is to become head of the O’Hara family as he is the first born. Plus, his determination has been promising.”

You let out a groan. You could not believe this was happening. You never wanted to get sucked into this life. That’s why you went off to college. To try to get away and make a life of your own. Your efforts were proven to be futile as you felt the rug be pulled from under you and you were being dragged along with it to the same life you were trying to escape.

Your father’s eyes softened. A hint of sorrow filled them.

“I know, sweetheart. This isn’t what I was hoping for you, either. But, it is the only way. We are running out of options. I am sure Miguel will take care of you, and you will be able to fulfill your dream of following your great great grandmother’s footsteps. I am sure she would be proud to have someone actively expanding her fashion legacy..”

You still shook your head. It was just too much for you to take in. Plus, wasn’t Miguel in a relationship with someone? Xina? No..they broke up months ago. That’s right. But, wait..he was seeing someone else? Ugh. The guy has a new girlfriend every other day.

Besides, you two did have a thing going on in the past. It wasn’t serious. Mainly the occasional hookups. You two were of rivaling families, after all. You both did have your reasons for disliking each other. So, the sex was pretty much hate sex? If that made sense. It wasn’t out of passion. Unless you could call hatred a passion.

Never did you think you’d actually be getting married to him.

After the news broke out that you and Miguel were to be wedded, everything went by in such a blur. Preparations for the wedding. The actual wedding. The honeymoon- which was hardly a honeymoon because neither of you actually spent any time together. It was just too awkward, and you knew that he wasn’t happy with this arrangement as much as you were.

When you first moved into his house, you wanted to sleep in a separate room from him, and he agreed. However, when both of your parents found out about this, they were all livid.

“How will you two get to know each other more and become intimate with each other if you are sleeping in separate beds?” Your mom cried one day when she came to visit you. You assured her there would be other situations where you and your husband would bond. Public situations where you’d be surrounded by other people and talking to those people rather than each other.

You two simply avoided each other as much as possible. And during the times when you two were together, your company was either met with silence or bickering. And sometimes even being at each other’s throats.

He would call you names like ‘immature’ ‘wild’ ‘rowdy’ and so on, simply because you refused to listen to him whenever he demanded something from you.

You’d retaliate and tell him that he was controlling and a perfectionist. Because well, he was. He had to have things done a certain way or it would ensue chaos. And while he was right about you being a little more rowdy and wild, it was simply because you had the luxury of growing somewhat more normal. Your parents did not drill the life of the mafia into your head the same way it was drilled into Miguel’s. Which is why you both clashed when trying to communicate with each other.

Right now, you were at home in the library. You spend a lot of time there, and while Miguel’s taste in reading wasn’t usually to your taste, you’d sometimes find yourself reading some of the novels that he was currently reading, as well as reading some that you’ve been purchasing and adding to the collection.

Which reminded you, you had to head over to the mall and purchase the next book of a spicy romance series you’d been reading. As well as look for an outfit to wear at the next charity event you and Miguel would be attending.

One of the few things you liked about Miguel was that he was very generous and active in the community, helping those less fortunate.

Placing the book down, you rubbed your bag and keys and decided to head out for a bit. Saying goodbye to the house staff as you walked past them, you made your way to the garage, which housed Miguel’s collection of cars, ranging from vintage to sporty and modern to big black suvs that you’d use whenever a bodyguard was transporting you somewhere, like parties. You never understood why someone needed so many cars but, whatever, as long as it wasn’t your money being spent.

You made your way over to your car, glad that you were able to bring it with you when you got married. It was your baby. One of the few things you were able to bring with you.

Glancing over at the clock on the dashboard, you bit your bottom lip. You should have enough time to purchase some books before heading off to your parents for a bit. You did promise them you would show up. They were planning lunch for you. It was your birthday today, after all.

—

Miguel stood in front of the battered man that kneeled before him, hearing the groaning of pain coming from their mouth as blood pooled around the cement floor.

Miguel’s knuckles were bleeding. But, it wasn’t his own blood, but the blood of the poor bastard that withered before him. Miguel didn’t like to use violence. He thought it was a primitive way of negotiating with his enemies. However, there were times when a little violence was necessary to get his point across. And to send a message.

Why was this man being battered like a sack of potatoes?

The man spat blood, a tooth or two flying out with the glob of blood as he remained strapped to his chair. His face was covered in blood. Beat up and mangled by the hands of the tall, brooding man before him.

Miguel slowly knelt down before the man, taking a fistful of his hair, forcing him to look up into his almost amber eyes.

“ Eres un demonio! (You're a demon). Not even the devil himself will want you!” the man spat, a glob of blood landing on Miguel’s cheek.

Miguel let out a hum of disinterest. His eyes lacked any life in them. However, this was when he felt the most alive, seeing his enemies cowering and crumbling before him.

He took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and cleaned the blood from his cheek before tossing the now soiled material at the man’s feet.

“I take that as a compliment, you know. Maybe I want the devil himself to fear me.”

Miguel took out a cigar from his coat pocket and lit it before giving it a deep inhale and exhaled a heavy cloud of smoke at the man’s face. He couldn't believe that one of Kingpin's goons had infiltrated his circle and posed himself as someone who could've been trusted. Miguel was definitely going to send that fat son of a bitch a message, by killing this guy and sending his corpse back to Kingpin's front door.

Not only that, but it also meant that they were going to have to redo background checks on everyone working for the O’Haras. That was going to be a pain in the ass.

"Gabriel! Hand me my gun," Miguel called out to his brother.

Gabriel, Peter, and Ben were all standing several feet behind Miguel, all watching as their boss beat and battered the man before them.

Gabriel was Miguel’s right hand now that their father had stepped down as head of the O’Hara family. Many thought Gabriel was going to take charge, however, Miguel was much more brutal and cut-throat than Gabriel. It made sense for Miguel to take up the mantle, despite him being an illegitimate son.

Plus, Gabriel preferred being on the sidelines instead of making the decisions.

Gabriel made his way over to his older brother, handing him the gun before stepping back to his original spot.

“Now. We can do this the easy way. Where I ask you a couple of questions and answer them. Or, we can do this the hard way, when I ask you said questions and if you refuse to answer them, I get to shoot you anywhere I want.”

”I would rather you just shoot me! I will never answer to you!” The man croaked.

“You never got shot before, have you?” Miguel hummed as he removed the safety from the gun and cocked it before pulling the trigger, shooting the man on the foot.

The man let out a screeching howl as he thrashed on the chair, letting out a series of curses.

Miguel simply nodded his head. “That’s what I thought. So..shall we begin?”

The whole ordeal took only a matter of minutes, as Miguel wasted no time in trying to get his questions answered. The man was not sitting lifeless on the chair as bullet holes decorated his body.

Kingpin had sent a lower ranked grunt to spy on them, trying to scope up any valuable information to report back to his true boss. Unfortunately for Kingpin, those in the lower ranks didn’t really get to be part of the action and behind-closed door discussions, so, this man’s life was unnecessarily wasted.

“Send his body back to Kingpin. Just leave him on his doorstep,” Miguel said as he examined his suit, letting out a grunt when he saw small splatters of blood. He was going to have to go home and change. “Will do. You should start heading back home. I am sure you wife is waiting for you,” Gabriel said as Peter and Ben began placing the body into a black body bag and carried him out to the waiting pick-up truck.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn’t hate you, but he knew that you hated him. And you had every right. You got married to him out of force, and while that wasn’t necessarily his fault, he didn’t blame you for holding a grudge on him.

“Keep me posted on any activity. I need updated background checks on everyone working for us. We can’t let anyone else slip through the cracks,” Miguel stated as he made his way over to his car, with his brother following behind him. Gabriel nodded his head as he watched his brother leave.

He had to make sure no on in his inner circle was actually working for Kingpin. Is someone indeed was, might as well just shut everything down then and there.

No. Miguel wouldn’t give up just like that. He would just have to work harder and steer Kingpin off track.

But, for the time being, his main goal was to get back home and get to his wife. It was your birthday, after all.

–

You spent the majority of the day with your parents. You had gone over to your former home- which you still miss deeply. It was such a stark contrast from where you lived now. There was just so much character, so much history in this house. It was the same house your great great grandfather had bought as a gift to his lovely wife, your great great grandmother, once their businesses were booming.

It had twelve bedrooms and sixteen bathrooms. A library where your mother would take you to read. When you were young, you’d pick out a book for your mother to read to you in bed. Mainly a fairy tale story.

You always thought your life would be a fairy tale. You always imagined yourself as the princess or heroine, going on adventures and falling in love. However, the universe was not like those in the stories. Maybe in an alternate universe. But, not in this one.

Instead, you were forced to marry the enemy in hopes of forming an alliance. Which, depending on how you looked at it, could’ve been seen as a fairytale. It didn’t feel like it. You weren’t in love with Miguel. You tolerated each other at best. Plus, you guys had shared history which made things pretty awkward at times.

—-

You were back home, waiting for your darling husband to come home and wish you a Happy Birthday. He also supposedly promised to take you out to dinner. It was really an attempt for you two to get somewhat closer together. But, you weren’t sure how well that would play out. You both liked to push each other’s buttons. You were sure it would occur tonight. And honestly, you wouldn’t want to have it any other way. You wanted to be a thorn on his side. He was always so full of himself. Always thought himself to be this bigshot. Untouchable. Unweavered. You loved proving him wrong.

You continued to wait and wait. The house staff had left for the night, including Miss Cheryl, your personally favorite housekeeper. She was an older woman, possibly in her mid-fifties. You never cared to ask her- mainly because you didn’t want to be rude and you actually liked her.

Looking up at the clock in Miguel’s office, you saw that it was already seven thirty in the evening. Reservations were supposedly made for eight. Miguel had thirty minutes to get there.

A part of you didn’t really care if he had forgotten or just waved it off. You didn’t want to force yourself to be nice with him, because who knew, you might just throw a glass of wine at him just as you did during your wedding reception.

You could hear a chime coming from the Alexa that rested on Miguel’s desk, signaling that someone had entered the house.

Finally. You honestly thought he wasn’t going to come.

Raising from his chair, you decided to go ahead and greet your husband.

He was making his way upstairs as you made your way down the hallway, both of you making eye contact.

“You’re late. I thought you weren’t going to come,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

As Miguel stepped closer, you could notice blood splattered on his white shirt.

“I know. Let me get changed real quick,” he replied as he walked past you.

You knew Miguel had a way of dealing with those who wronged him. You have seen his blood-stained knuckles, bloodied shirts and a dangerous look in his eyes. It’s pretty much like in the movies. Some poor unlucky soul gets tortured to death by the boss or someone higher up. You’d like to think that Miguel isn’t simply killing people just because of blood-lust. While it wasn’t your business to judge, you didn’t want to be married to someone who is a little too eager to get blood on his hands.

You made your way to his room, standing by the door as you watched Miguel slip on a fresh pair of pants and button-up shirt, something more suitable for dinner. Once he was finished, he took another look at you, furrowing his brows a bit.

“What?” You questioned.

“What are you wearing?”

“What do you mean ‘what are you wearing’?” You asked, looking down at your dress.

“Don’t you think that’s too revealing?” He asked.

“What? Revealing? Where? Don’t tell me showing a little leg and shoulder is prohibited. Come on! This is the height of fashion right now, as well as demonstrating body positivity.” Miguel simply gave you a look as if in disgust. Not for the body positivity part. But rather your fashion choices. He was aware of your family’s success in the fashion industry. He even applauded it. But, he was also a man with much simpler tastes. Tastes that you would sometimes groan over.

“Well, I’m not changing, so let’s just get going,” you said as you grabbed a shawl to compliment your dress, and to shut Miguel up.

The ride to the restaurant was quiet, save for the music that was playing on the radio. You two had very different music tastes. Not surprising. Sometimes you’d change the station or hook up your phone to Bluetooth. But, you tried to sit back and let him listen to his music this time.

When you two managed to get there, Miguel stopped in front of the valet and got out. The valet driver in-waiting opened the car door for you to help you get out as Miguel rounded the car, handing the keys over to the young man who then took the sleek black suv to the parking garage.

He gave you his arm to take. It had become routine. Show some sort of display of affection while in public. You never knew who could be watching. Sometimes cameras would pop out in front of you two.

The proposal was rushed. The engagement. The wedding. People grew suspicious, and rightfully so. Your families quickly came up with a story of how you and Miguel were seeing each other in secret despite the rivalry of the families. The alleged secrecy of romance and hurried marriage gave you two the the title of Romeo and Juliet. Two star-crossed lovers who went against all odds just to be together despite your families and their differences. But, unlike the story, your ending didn’t result in a double-suicide, but rather acceptance, wedding bells, and peace between the two families. Everyone bought it. Well..almost everyone.

As you two made your way inside and were greeted by the hostess, you were taken to a more secluded area of the restaurant. There, the table had been set up especially for you. A bottle of wine rested over a bed of ice, candles were lit on the table, as well as around the perimeter of your area. It would have been romantic, had you actually had romantic feelings for Miguel.

Still, he was a gentleman and he did go out of his way to reserve a nice place for you.

He pulled a chair out for you to sit and scooted you in before taking his seat across from you. The music from a live pianist in the main dining hall still reached your private area. Had it not been for them, the room would’ve been dead silent as you and Miguel silently looked through your menus.

“Can I pour you a glass of your wine?” A waitress asked onceshe approached your table. She was young. Tall and thin with big blue eyes and blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. And wearing way too much makeup. At least for your tastes.

You could see how she was looking at Miguel, batting her fake eyelashes. You thought they were either going to fall off or send her flying away. Either way, you simply rolled your eyes. You didn’t care if Miguel got hit on, but come on, at least not while you were right there to see.

“Yes, thank you,” Miguel said, giving her a charming smile. It made you roll our eyes again. Yes, he was being polite and all, but you could see right through him.

“Can I offer you both an appetizer to start?” She then asked, still looking over at Miguel.

Miguel then looked over to you, giving you a nod. “Would you like something to start with?”

”Yes, actually. Some bread for the table. they usually bring it out at the beginning,” you started. Which was true. You were just trying to be a little petty.

“And how about some crab cakes and a salad for the table?”

The waitress nodded her head, her smile now a straight line. So straight, you could swipe your card through it like a card reader.

“Yes, of course. I will put those in for you and bring you your bread,” she said before leaving the table.

You simply rolled your eyes once again as you settled back against your seat.

“How was lunch with your family?” Miguel then asked, trying to make conversation.

“It was fine,” you responded. Usually, your responses would be short, and Miguel wouldn’t entertain the topic further. You knew you should at least try to get along with him, giving that you are married and that you will be spending the rest of your life with him. You simply assumed that it just hadn’t kicked in yet. You were going to try, though.

One day.

“Ah, Mr. O’Hara! Mrs. O’Hara! A pleasure to see you two here tonight!” Someone behind you exclaimed. You could hear their heavy footsteps before turning around and seeing the owner and head chef of the restaurant. “Javier. A pleasure to see you,” Miguel said. “We were just celebrating my wife’s birthday.” “Ah! Of course! Happy birthday, Mrs. O’Hara. You look as stunning as ever,” Javier exclaimed. The man was five foot three, a mix of tan to sunburned skin, and all round. He kind of reminded you of the Pillsbury mascot. He looked so squishable and jolly.

“Actually, Javier. Would you mind me having a word with you, real quick?” Miguel then asked, scooted his chair back from the table and stood, easily towering over the man.

“O-oh! O-of cours! Of course! Come, come! Let’s step to the side,” Javier stated, now looking a little nervous as he led Miguel out of the room, leaving you alone.

All while Miguel was having his private conversation with Javier, the waitress came back with the bread and appetizers.

“We are going to need a couple of minutes,” you stated as she placed everything onto the tables.

“Of course! I’ll make my way back around in a few minutes,” the waitress said, giving you a tight-lipped smile.

You tried your best to not roll your eyes at her again as she left. Letting out a sigh, you decided to dig into the bread and appetizers. You sure weren’t going to wait for Miguel to come back to start eating. You never waited for him. Not because you didn’t want to, but because you knew you’d be waiting forever for him.

–

Soon enough, you were back home. You were still slightly curious about the conversation Miguel had with Chef Javier. But, you didn’t think you should press Miguel about it. Some things were meant to be kept in private. Besides, you wanted no part of this whole mafia stuff. It had stolen so much of your freedom already. You wanted to remain ignorant of what goes on behind closed doors as much as possible.

You both made your way upstairs, neither of you speaking as you made your way to your rooms for the night.

Tomorrow you were planning on heading over to the boutique. Your cousin was currently operating it and sometimes you’d go to help her out. It helped you get out of the house every once in a while. Plus, you were usually filled with inspiration when you were surrounded by your family’s clothing. You were still working on your portfolio to give out to various companies, in hopes they would hire you.

You were confident that they would. You were talented. Plus, you have your family’s name to back you up. Now, all you had to do was to make sure you get a good night’s rest so you could get up refreshed.

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myhairpintrigger · 1 year

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Helloooooo hope ur having a nice day

Is it ok if u do a darkling x reader where they get walked in on during a very intimate moment 👀 😏 . Like maybe Alina thinks she has a chance and keeps trying to one up the reader not knowing aleks is in an established relationship and finds out the hard way …..

i hope ur ok with this

thank youuuuu

I luv u anon <3 I hope YOU are having a nice day.

warnings: (very?) mild sexual content, Alina slander if you squint (im sorry baby ur still my queen)

word count: 2.8k

The Hard Way

(aleksander morozova x fem!reader)

Imaginably so, it took someone of great significance in one way or another to catch the eye of the Black General. So that’s why it was such a shock to see such an ordinary person on his arm.

At the time of your meeting, you had been working as one of the Royal Family’s seamstresses and you’d been tasked with making a very important coat for a very important gala for a very important general. His first impression of you was admittedly not the best, and neither was the second or third, and he was often found ranting to anyone who would listen about the petulant little seamstress that wouldn’t apologize for sticking him with a needle during fittings and would instead tell him to man up. This, he was not used to, and it stunned him a bit. Surely you knew who he was and you had to have known that he happened to command respect and attention with his position and power. And to be fair, you did. You knew very well who General Kirigan was and you knew very well that he was capable of some very unsavory things, but you simply did not care.

And that intrigued him. Very, very much.

So much so that he began to seek you out even after you’d finished making the (very beautiful) coat for him, to converse with you. It started out as little arguments back and forth, and it grew into little stories about yourself and small fragments of his life and what bothered him on a daily basis, and nearly a year into your little friendship with the General, you knew that you’d fallen for him, and he was very aware of the fact that he’d also fallen for you.

You were the first one to speak about your feelings for him, as he simply could not believe anyone could ever want to be around him with nothing to gain except for his favor and the gift of his presence, so when you told him one night after he’d returned from a two week long check in with the troops near The Fold, he could hardly believe you. But he had to, when it came down to it, because when did you ever really care that he was… Him? From there, the two of you only became closer, and eventually he had made it very well known to the King that you were no longer a seamstress for him and his family, but rather a permanent resident of The Little Palace.

Now nearly three years into your relationship, your presence- just as his- commanded respect. Everyone knew exactly who you were and exactly how you were to be treated. Like an absolute queen.

You now sat in your shared bedroom with only your underclothes and a black satin robe on, perched silently in the armchair in your bedroom, reading a book. Your reverie was soon broken by a knock on your door and you slowly tore your eyes away from your book and set it aside, pulling your robe tightly closed before you glanced up at the door.

“Please, come in.” you called and watched as the door swung open to reveal Genya, who walked inside with a large box and closed the door with her foot.

“He’s returned. The General. I figured you’d want to dress yourself and come greet him. He’s brought company.” she stated and laid the box down on the foot of your bed, “It’s nothing fancy. Just a new dress.” she added and motioned delicately to the box on your bed.

You gave the girl a grateful smile as you stood up and you gave her a nod, “Yes. the Sun Summoner. It’s all anyone has talked about for the past two days. Thank you for the dress, Genya.” you replied softly and walked towards the bed. You opened up the box to reveal that the dress was in fact, nothing fancy as Genya had promised and you held the simple silk gown up to examine it and you gave her a little nod, “It’s lovely. Thank you, again.” you said kindly and she gave you a little nod before slipping out of the bedroom.

Once she had gone, you hurriedly dressed yourself in the black dress that had been left for you and you sat down next to the door and in a rush, clumsily yanked on and laced up a pair of boots before you stood and crossed the room to yours and Aleksander’s wardrobe, grabbing out a cloak, not quite sure at this point whether it was his or yours, and you hardly had the mind to care. You simply wanted to see him after missing the man for nearly three weeks now. You ran back to the door and in passing, glanced into a hanging mirror and decided you looked presentable enough before you dashed out the door, fumbling while you ran to get the cloak on. You finished getting the cloak on- which you had quickly found was indeed one of his once you saw it pool on the floor beneath you- just in time to make your way out the doors and down to the courtyard to see your lover dismounting his horse and helping a girl climb off of the animal as well, who you rightfully assumed was the Sun Summoner.

You stood back for just a moment so he could collect his bearings, but the moment he looked up and your eyes met his, all bets were sorely off. You ran towards him as fast as your legs could take you through the gravel and he bent down just a bit to your level and opened up his arms widely. Once you reached him, you launched yourself into his embrace and wrapped your arms around his neck. He wasn’t usually one for displays of affection around everyone, but he’d happily indulge you in times like this when he’d been gone long enough for his absence to become an ache to the both of you. You could hear him inhale sharply as he buried his face in your hair, his arms winding around your waist as he drew you close to him.

“You’re wearing my cloak.” he commented, obviously amused by this.

You simply huffed out a ‘yes’ and closed your eyes as you hid your face against his neck, the ache of missing him in your chest melting into a warm feeling of relief and happiness. He was the first to pull away and you followed his lead and he simply motioned towards the girl at his side.

“This is Alina Starkov. She is the Sun Summoner. Alina, this is my y/n.” he introduced and you turned to the obviously very nervous girl and offered your hand to her.

“It’s such a pleasure to meet you. I assure you, you’re in good hands.” you said enthusiastically and motioned up towards your lover who simply took your hand and guided the two of you inside. He spoke to Alina as you walked, but you tuned the two of them out and laid your head against his arm as you walked inside with them. It wasn’t until it had been silent for a moment that you realized Alina had been directed in her own way. You looked up at Aleksander adoringly as the two of you walked and he let go of your hand, only to wrap his arm around your waist, drawing you into his side.

“You are staring at me.” he remarked, an amused smile forming on his lips.

“Well, I better not hear a hint of a complaint. I’ve missed you so much I haven’t known what to even do with myself. Most days I find myself unable to get out of bed and function like a person.” you admitted and he turned to you and swept you into his arms, carrying you the rest of the way to your bedroom, the ends of his enormous cloak that you wore dragging alongside the two of you.

“I am not complaining, my sweet love. I’m merely observing. And you know,” he began, opening up the door to your bedroom, “I have missed you as well.”

The weeks following Aleksander’s return were spent mainly in your bedroom or out in the courtyard walking, though the outdoor walks never lasted long as he worried about you catching a cold in the wintery weather and he’d always whisk you back inside before it had even been half an hour. His return had put you less on edge and you were finally able to fall back into your daily habits, and you really couldn’t complain about anything… except for the fact that Alina would follow your lover around like a lovestruck puppy every chance she had. You’d gone riding with them just the other day only to find yourself watching the Sun Summoner all but throw herself at Aleksander. Every time you were nearby, she’d make a point to grab his arm. Every time you’d grab his hand, she would try to lead him away or steal his attention. At first you didn’t want to believe it was on purpose, so you began to make a point of calling Aleksander “my love” and “lover” around her and everyone else, so there was no question about the two of you and your relationship status, but even then she would vie for his attention, and that’s when you realized: she was intentionally trying to show you up.

And when he’d told her his name? You’d let out an audible scoff and caught both of their eyes. Alina’s with a persistent determination and Aleksander’s with a look of confusion mixed with a warning. You decided to sit that ride out and rush back inside, tossing an excuse of ‘just tired‘ behind you as you made your way back into the Little Palace.

You didn’t go on any more rides with them after that, and you kept your distance from Alina, as well.

It had gone on like this for weeks; at dinners, at trainings, when he was simply checking up on her, even when you were blatantly at his side with your hand possessively clasped within his own, she still made attempts to pull him away.

You’d been dreading the Winter Fete terribly, knowing what it would bring, and you were considering every possible way to find an excuse to get out of it, not wanting to watch Alina sidle up to Aleksander as if she was meant to be by his side. So now the week before the event, you sat in your bed midday, with your back up against the headboard with a book laying between your legs that you weren’t reading, rather you were sulking. The door opening made you shift your eyes upwards and they fell upon the form of Aleksander, who stood with a worried expression on his face.

“No one has seen you since breakfast. I grew worried. Are you sick?” he asked and closed the door behind him, approaching you gracefully.

He knelt at your bedside and gazed up at you with those big eyes, so dark that often times, you could hardly find his pupil, “I’m not sick.” you replied with the same petulance that he’d become so fond of.

A chuckle made its way out of his mouth and he grabbed your book and set it aside, “Alright then. Why are you sulking in bed, my love?” he asked, as if he was speaking to an irritated child.

You glared down at him and he held his hands up in surrender, “Aleksander,” you began and then you sighed, “It’s stupid. It really is.” you finally said and then looked away from his eyes.

“It cannot be stupid if its’ got you hiding out. The Winter Fete is a week away. Normally before events like this, you’re out criticizing and directing the poor soul making your dress. Then you’re ranting to me about how you wish I’d let you make your own gowns instead.” he remarked and sat down on the bed next to your feet, “So what has you bothered, Pretty?” he asked and reached up to ever so gently take your chin between his fingers.

You studied his face for a moment before sighing and you rubbed your face, “It’s Alina. I know how childish this sounds but she’s always just… tossing herself into your arms every chance she gets, even in front of me! I’m not jealous, I refuse to be so juvenile but she doesn’t stop! It’s so-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence before his lips were capturing yours in a searing kiss. You kissed him back almost immediately, surprised by the sudden intensity of the kiss. When he finally pulled back to allow the two of you to breathe, he only chuckled and shook his head.

“Well, one thing is for certain: I definitely have not kissed Alina like that. Or at all. My love, worry not about her wants and behaviors, for I am yours and yours alone.” he promised and you looked up at him, giving him a bashful nod, “I have been putty in your little hands ever since you impaled my wrist with a sewing needle.” he teased and it was your turn to chuckle.

“I did not impale you, for one, and it is your own fault for moving when I specifically told you to hold still.” You remarked.

To this, he only replied with a hum as he leaned forward to attach his lips to your throat, “My mistake. I never meant to disobey the high and mighty dressmaker.” he teased, but you could barely form a reply as his lips trailed lower down the center of your throat and to the neckline of your dress, “Have I mentioned how much I love it when you wear black?” he asked and slid his hands behind your waist to begin to unlace your dress.

“I think you may have mentioned it a time or two before…” you replied breathlessly and sat up when he tugged you forward and he pulled your dress over your head in one graceful motion. He tossed the garment aside and pulled you away from the headboard to lay you out across the bed, and you reached up to push his heavy kefta off of his shoulders so that it fell onto the floor. Nothing but glances were exchanged between the two of you as he pushed your petticoat up around your waist and he leaned down to press sloppy kisses to your inner thighs, and you bit down on your bottom lip, a soft moan escaping your mouth. The sound egged Aleksander on and he made his way up your inner thighs and reached up with the intention to pull your underwear aside when a knock sounded at the door.

The sound didn’t bother Aleksander and he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and he gave them a sharp tug when the door swung open and a little laugh was heard, “Aleksander, Genya said you might be in here, but-” when her eyes landed upon you, her jaw dropped and Aleksander quickly moved his head out from between your thighs and he grabbed his kefta off of the floor and tossed it around you in a panic. He turned towards Alina who stood frozen in shock and he blinked a few times.

“Miss Starkov. I believe most people would apologize and leave the room by now.” he said calmly and her eyes darted between the two of you rapidly before her cheeks turned bright red and she blurted out a quiet apology and spun on her heel and left the room, the door slamming shut behind her.

Aleksander turned back to you and then he clicked his tongue, “Well, that might have solved your problem for you. She quite literally saw my head between your thighs.” he stated with raised eyebrows and you scoffed and threw the kefta at him.

“Well, what are you doing up there?” you asked irritatedly, “get back between them.” you huffed, your cheeks nearly as pink as Alina’s had been, and he eagerly complied.

And he happened to be right. The incident did completely solve your Alina problem, because every time you saw her afterwards, she’d blush and scurry away. Almost every Grisha in the Little Palace had since heard about it, and when you saw Genya the day after, she only smirked at you and rolled her eyes, and from that afternoon forward, Aleksander didn’t seem to mind pulling you a little closer when the two of you were around staring eyes.

#the darkling imagine #the darkling x reader #the darkling #aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander morozova #aleksander morozova imagine #general kirigan imagine #general kirigan #shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #grishaverse

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austinswh0re · 1 year

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Confidential.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Wife!reader

Warnings: Smut!!! so please if you’re not into that do not continue reading!, fluff, Angry Chris?

This is my first time posting any sort of writing on here so please don’t come for me💀 I’m hoping this comes out as well as it is in my head lmao. Enjoy! Also! i’m aware Endgame did not come out in 2021, im switching up the timeline a little bit lol

Y/n gets ask a question she had been preparing to answer, but when it gets asked she doesn’t know how to feel about it. Chris keeps in everything he wants to say until later that night.

(The gif is making me scream)

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Press conferences. I always had a love hate relationship with them. I loved answering questions and being with all my friends at once but what i didn’t enjoy so much were the extremely personal questions. Such as mine and Chris’ private life.

Chris and I got engaged late 2020, we planned our wedding for July 2021, we wanted a summer wedding, getting engaged in December didn’t really give us much time to plan, but one thing we knew for sure was that we would not wait a whole year before we were married. It was a small wedding, we got married on the beach with all our closest friends and family. We went on our dream honeymoon to Hawaii, and once we came home it was time for a premier.

Filming Endgame was definitely filled with tons of emotion. It was mine a his last Marvel movie together and everyone was aware of this. After we had filmed the last scene tears were shed from almost the entire cast and crew. We still had the premiere, which I will forever be grateful for. We hadn’t posted that we had gotten married on any social media platform, well up until the night I posted a photo of us and my username had changed. I didn’t think much of it considering us being engaged was very much public, but many people were still shocked by the name change.

y/nEvans

“your favorite couple has arrived:) So extremely proud of this guy right here, I love you infinitely.”

1,234,536 likes

ChrisEvans: Thank you honey, I love you more than you know❤️

robertdowneyjr: Love these two!!

tomholland2013: I think you guys come in a close second to me and z

Y/nEvans: replying to tomholland2013: yeah yeah

user1256: sobbing. her username is y/nEvans.

user1437: Shut up. I cant do this rn. im so happy for them🥹

^^^^^^ the post in question*

We also had the press conference which gave me a few extra days with the people i love the most. We both knew the risk of having personal questions asked was high but that didn’t make it any less jarring.

Upon our arrival to the hotel we had been informed that we only had one bed in our room, which considering we were married wasn’t an issue. Although everyone else wasn’t to happy about this.

“Chris, can you come here please?” I called out from the bathroom slightly out of breath from struggling to zip my dress. “What’s up?” he said as he made his way through the door. “Could you please help me zip this dress, i can only get it halfway” “yeah of course baby”

He slipped behind me and slowly began zipping up the dress. Once he had finally zipped it all the way up he slid his hands around my hips and kissed the exposed skin on my shoulder and neck. “Chris we don’t have ti-“ “shh, I know, just trying to make a mental note of what’s happening when we get back” as if I hadn’t been turned on enough by the way his hands were roaming my body, the heat pooling in my underwear just grew more and more as he stood behind me and stared at us in the mirror.

Once we finally broke apart from each other and left the room, we made our way out to the limousine where many of our friends were sat waiting for us. “took you two long enough” Robert said as Chris climed and shut the door behind him. small talk was made amongst the group during the short ride to the event. The dress I was wearing was beautiful, and matched the green felt pants Chris had on

I had went for a felt dress as well, just so the colors would be a closer match.

Halfway there, Chris tapped on my thigh and pointed towards my phone. When i picked it up, I saw multiple messages from Chris all displaying the plans he had made for later that night.

“The way your body looks in that dress is making it hard for me to not take you right here in this car”

“you’re in for it when we get back, I can’t wait to taste you, hear those sweet noises you always make for me”

My eyes widened as I quickly turn the brightness down hoping no one was nosey enough to read the text. I shoot Chris a glare, one that says “seriously?” and he responds with his signature smirk.

Finally, after what had felt like forever, we arrived to the conference, the second we stepped out of the car Chris grabbed my hand and gave it a light squeeze, reassuring me it’s okay. This wasn’t my first, but I still have quite a bit of nerves every time. We make our way into the building after tons of pictures and quick “i love you” glances to one another. We both took our seats, which luckily were right beside each other. Eventually the question began and the small pool of anxiety grew.

“This next one is for y/n, we heard you two got married, congratulations!” I slightly adjusted in my chair and crossed my legs towards Chris before replying “yes, we did, thank you!” “Of course, now this may be some what personal-“ great. I glanced at Chris and could tell he was focused on the person asking and he didn’t look to happy about it. “So many people have been wondering, how is he in bed? We’re sure he’s fantastic but we want to hear it from the one who gets to experience it.” There it was. The dreaded question of how he was in bed. Although he was fantastic and you thoroughly enjoyed sex with Chris, it wasn’t something you cared to share with the public.

“well, listen I don’t want to come off as rude by saying this but i’m not sure that’s really any of yours, or anyone else’s business besides ours.” Chris was furious, his eyes had slightly darkened and his jaw was clenched keeping him from losing his mind. “Can we please move on?” my voice came out slightly smaller than I had wanted but at the moment I felt uncomfortable and upset.

Chris on the other hand was pissed. He hated how uncomfortable the question made you feel and wanted to beat the shit out of the man who asked it. Instead, he looked at you with a sympathetic look and you responded by mouthing “it’s okay”, because you knew if you didn’t, Chris would kill this guy.

Once everyone had asked their questions, and many laughs had been shared, the group made their way back to the hotel. Chris and you were the first people out of the car and after sharing your goodbyes, he grabbed you by the hand and the two of you stormed up to your room. Before a word could be spoken between you and him he had you pinned against the door. His lips were on yours in seconds. The kiss was hot and sloppy, but you didn’t care at all. “Chris” you breathlessly moaned his name out. he responded with a hmm and continued to work his lips against yours.

He pulled away, his lips red, puffy, and stained with your lipstick. “We need to get this thing off if you” was the first words he said, spinning you around and unzipping the dress painfully slow. “Could you go any slower?” you questioned, usually you would be patient, but on this specific night you were extremely horny and needed him more than ever. “If you keep having that attitude i’ll go even slower” once the dress was off of you, Chris picked you up bridal style and dropped you on the bed. “You are the only woman who gets to know how I am in bed, fuck everyone else” he began kissing down your body. He pulled you up slightly, bringing his hands up the clasp of your bra and undoing it. His hands began to grasp and squeeze every part of you that was exposed.

“Chris please” you begged, your tone was needy but you didn’t care. “please what sweetheart?” He teased, “I need you” “what do you need? use your words” he continued to tease you through your underwear. “Fuck Chris just fuck me already” That was all he needed to hear. He quickly undid his belt and dropped him pants and his boxers, exposing his hard dick, already leaking with precum. He pulled down your panties taking in the sight of you. “you’re so beautiful, and all mine” he said as he stroked himself a few times. He parted your legs and began to tease your entrance with his tip. “Chris, I swear if you don’t-“ he leaned down and kissed your lips, hard and rough as he slid into you. both of you moaning into each others mouths. “that’s it, good girl” he grunted as he stared to slowly move in and out of you “Please, faster” you moaned making him fasten his movements. The noises coming from the two of you were all you could hear, and you were sure everyone else on the floor could hear it too. “oh my god Chris” “Oh fuck i’m close baby” He grunted in your ear “you’re taking my cock so well, taking all of me, fuck you’re so tight” That only made you squeeze around him, moaning his name as if it was the only word you knew. “Chris please don’t stop, i’m so close” you moaned “cum for me, come on baby” he said as he slid his hand between the two of you and began rubbing circles on your clit. “This. This is confidential. No one gets to know what I do to you” “oh yeah, that’s it sweet girl, cum for me i know you want to” was all he said and it sent you over the edge. You were a moaning screaming mess as you and him finished at the same time. His body rolling off of yours as you both steady your breathing

“That was , that was amazing” you breathed out turning over to look at him “only the best for you my love. I love you” He said pulling you into him “I love you more” was the last thing you said before the two of you drifted off to sleep.

#chris evans #marvel #chris evans smut

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lykaios2 · 6 months

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I was wondering if you could write something? It can be a headcannon or oneshot, it’s up to you. Could you do a Rise!Leo x reader, and Leo introduces reader to Senor Hueso, since Hueso is kinda like a father figure to him? I don’t know I just thought it would be a cute idea!!

Thank You!🫶

gragaraaggagagagagarahhhah the ending is terrible but i worked on it so might as well ppst it idk im just drop it here

hope you enjoy ❤️

The Father I Never Had

rise!leo x reader (romantic)

“Thank you so much for coming, babe.”

It was a special day for Leo today. He had been very excited about this day, but also quite nervous. You and Leo had been dating for about a year now, and it was a good relationship. He loved you more than anything, you were his entire world. He told everyone about you. Especially his favorite restaurant manager and bone man, Señor Hueso.

Hueso was the father that Splinter never was. Sure, Leo loved Splinter and he was pretty sure Splinter loved him, but Hueso was there for him a lot more. He could tell him anything. And he did.

Hueso was very excited to learn that Leo was dating you. Hueso had been bugging him for a while now about if he was going to get a partner or not, so when Leo did, Hueso begged to meet you one day. But unknown to you, today was that day.

“Of course, Leo. What’s up? You told me to dress somewhat nice, so there’s gotta be something.”

“Listen, don’t stress about this but…I wanted you to meet my dad. My other…other one. We’ve been together for a little bit, and I figured you should get to know him a little, seeing as he’s so important to me.”

“Other than Splinter and Draxum?”

“Yeah…he runs the pizza place me and my brothers always go to. And the one where we went on our first date.”

“Woah, you know him? Oh…I hope he’ll like me.”

“Oh, come on, you’re perfect y/n! Everyone loves you. Especially me.”

“You sweet talker, you.”

It was a bit scary for the both of you. There was always the fear of disapproval, but you just put it in the back of your mind for now. Leo held out his hand to you, smiling, while his other hand was already creating the portal to Hueso’s. You took his hand, letting him lead you through. You popped out on the other side right in front of Hueso’s.

“Wait, isn’t he, like, working?”

“Oh, he’s been dying to meet you. I’m sure he can spare some time.”

“He wants to meet me?! Now the pressure’s really on…”

“Hey, don’t sweat it! He’ll love you, I’m sure of it.”

By now you were almost to the back of the restaurant. Leo was calling out to Hueso and looking around, before a seemingly annoyed Hueso appeared out a door somewhere. You had only seen him once before, so to see him up close was really a bit of a shock.

“Hueso! My favorite restaurant manager! How’ve you been?”

“Very peaceful without you here, amigo.”

“Aw, come on, you know you miss me. I liven up the place, make it a little more fun.”

“I may miss you, but I do not miss the chaos you cause. Now, who is this you’ve brought with you?”

“Oh, right. So, I know you’ve been bugging me to meet my partner ever since I met them…well, this is y/n.” Hueso was taken slightly aback. He was not prepared for this moment at all, and started fumbling around. He excused himself for a minute, and began hurriedly running around the back of the restaurant, trying to take care of a few things. You look concerned, but Leo just smiled and laughed. After quickly making preparations and ensuring that everything would be okay while he was gone, he rejoined you and Leo and asked you to follow him. Hueso led you through a door in the back, into a more quiet part of the restaurant. He sat at a table, inviting you two to sit with him.

“y/n, this is Señor Hueso. Hueso, this is y/n. You guys haven’t met before, right?”

“I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Well then, allow me to do the honors. y/n here is my lovely and amazing partner, who I would do anything in the world for. We’ve been dating for about a year now. I couldn’t be more grateful for them. They take wonderful care of me, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world.” He praised you to no end, which only made you more and more shy and bashful. Hueso seemed pleased, he could tell that Leo truly loved and cared for you. “And we can’t forget Tio Hueso. Hueso…he’s always been there for me. After the Kraang invasion, he checked up on me all the time. He’d send me and my brothers dinner if we couldn’t make it for ourselves.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet of you, Hueso.” Hueso smiled.

“On late nights, I’d often go out on my own, and a lot of the time I’d end up here in this restaurant, just talking to him. He’s always listened to me…he’s always accepted me, no matter how I changed.”

“It sounds like you really love him.”

“I do. I couldn’t be more thankful for everything he’s done for me.”

Leo sat in silence for a minute. Leo was smiling at Hueso, almost as if he was recalling everything he had done for him.

“Well, it sounds like Leo loves you quite a bit.”

“I could say the same to you.”

“Oh, sorry you two, I was just…thinking.”

“About what?”

“That’s not important. Come on guys, it’s too quiet in here! Start talking, it’s not like there’s nothing to talk about.”

You awkwardly started the conversation again. But soon enough, the three of you were talking the night away, taking turns talking about life stories, some more embarrassing than others. Surprisingly, Leo was the quietest. But he just wanted to sit there and take in how cool it was that two of his favorite people in the world were right in front of him, having a good time.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2018 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rottmnt x y/n #rottmnt x reader #rise leo x reader #lykaios writes

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vypridae · 6 months

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YOU HAVE HCS

GIVE :D

(i love hearing hcs literally RAMBLE if you want to:D)

OAHAOGHAOFDHA WELL. OKAY IF YOU SAY SO

under a cut bc i feel like im gonna overexplain or talk about waaay too many HSJKGHDFG

dazai needs glasses. he doesn't get them for himself because he thinks he can put it off. kunikida ends up getting him those circle glasses and he's like "noooo i don't want these i'll look like a nerd" but kunikida makes him keep them anyway bc he uses his lack of Vision as an excuse to not do his work. he thinks hes gonna get teased for looking stupid but everyone thinks he looks absolutely GORGEOUS and he gets like 10x more compliments on the street

dazai has morse code memorized and likes to fuck with kunikida in the ada dorms by tapping a message on his wall. kunikida has Overstressed trying to translate

yosano accidentally will infodump on neat medfacts and someone always has to tell her she's rambling (and usually its ranpo)

kyouka's favorite animals are bunnies, chinchillas and kittens, but she's allergic to cats (imagine how awful it is living with atsushi /j)

it is very funny to me to imagine akutagawa gets easily scared

hirotsu is the aroace ally who gets to deal with everyone coming to him to rant about / talk shit about / talk about their crushes on others

Q speaks fluent german and they love jumpscaring the pm members with it

louisa loves to dress up her room whenever she uses her ability. she doesn't really need to, she just likes to. maybe she'll have some coffee, and a really comfortable chair, and some lilac or pumpkin spice candles depending on her Vibe TM, and its just so aesthetic

nikolai can replicate signatures, and by extension handwriting, almost perfectly. he uses this to his advantage to forge notes. he also uses this to help sigma when he's Super Fucking Tired

sigma's favorite cookies are double chocolate chip

dazai trying the pocky game vs chuuya who just takes the pocky, kisses dazai, and then eats the pocky

poe visits ranpo while hes in the agency and he'll bring a new snack for ranpo every single time, it's always something he's heard ranpo offhandedly say he wants to try

nikolai is a WONDERFUL cook. if he notices sigma hasn't eaten in a little while / hasnt left his office in a bit, he'll surprise him and show up with a plate of homecooked ukrainian food, or homemade cookies (double chocolate chip), and sigma is soooo grateful. i also think nikolai knows what sigma likes in terms of coffee so he makes him coffees a lot because sigma is so sleepy and gets caffeine headaches

tecchou refuses to eat food thats not the same color, but he's actually a really good cook and jouno is genuinely surprised when tecchou makes him an actually delicious breakfast/dinner/whatever, and hes like "so does this mean you're done with your weird food combinations?" and tecchou is like "no, but i know you don't like them so i'm not going to force you to eat them." and jouno is like. wait. hold on. why are you nice

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manicpixiedckgirl · 8 months

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lowkey, one of the hardest parts of transitioning is that i *do* pass a lot of the time. and that's very lonely.

because I pass most of the time, I don't feel like I get to talk about the harder parts of being trans (harassment, discrimination violence, etc.) bc it happens so much less often to me than my sisters. but it still happens - and when it does it's as creepy, as scary and as dangerous as any time some freak decides your existence is a problem.

and i can't talk about my dysphoria - how i think im too big, or weirdly shaped or that my face is too masculine - bc i have girls in my dms calling me their transition goals, and any expression of insecurity or discomfort is met with "well, i WISH i looked like you". and cis women telling me they wish they were as skinny as me when im this way because of a fucking eating disorder!!! and when i bring that up they roll their eyes and tell me that's being a woman, or worse, say they wish they had the "discipline" to also starve themselves.

and i can't talk about the problems i have at work. for the most part my work is very supportive of me, and my coworkers have done their best to 'get it'. in two years I think ive maybe been accidentally misgendered once, and never out of spite or bigotry. but they aren't always good, they have cis ppl blindspots and bigotry, the insurance sucks for trans people, the 'dress code' always seems to have some problem with my outfits, but when it comes up it's just "oh, well you're lucky to work in a 9-5 at all as a trans woman".

and I can't talk about the problems I have with my family either, because I'm free of them, and so many trans people have to constantly deal with unsupportive or actively hostile family environments. but ive been no contact and independent from my family for so long, people forget that i moved across an ocean to get away from them. im lucky to have good people in my life to back me up when things get hard, but I have the most delicate of support structures that could disappear at any time. i don't have any relatives that would help me, even if they could. i don't get to go home for christmas or thanksgiving, i will never taste my mother's cooking again or listen to my uncle's drunkenly sing. ill probably never hug my siblings and cousins again, who are themselves trying to survive being queer in a family that would rather forget them than accept them.

idk. there's a weird middle ground you exist in as a trans woman, both because you are trans and because you are a woman. when you play the part everyone demands of you, you are almost a person - not quite, but nearly. and you are supposed to be grateful for that much. heaven help you if you complain - and no one can, or will, help you if you're not willing to change everything to be who they want you to be.

#personal #vent post

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ballad-of-birdy-lamb · 6 days

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i saw ur post about lucy gray angst so im here to request 🙋🏻‍♀️

Ok so reader is lucy grays bsf and corio comes to district 12 and meets reader and starts taking a liking to reader and lucy gray gets jealous but then reader reassures her and they kiss and get together 🫠 please and thank you💕

-🧛🏻‍♀️

I'll hide you in my poetry.

Lucy Gray Baird x Fem! Covey Member! Reader Summary: Lucy Gray wasn't the jealous type, but oh, did she feel terrible when she saw Coriolanus with you. Warnings: none Word count: 1.3k ⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹

Lucy Gray wasn’t the jealous type, everyone knew that. Yes, she could enact revenge if she wanted to, but it was very specific and rarely happened. Her shoving that snake down Mayfair’s dress? Bound to happen! Don’t send your boyfriend's ex into the hunger games.

But she was full of love, so it wasn’t surprising that she got a thing for you of all people. She knew you for years, having grown up together after leaving the man that took care of them before he died of black lung. Your family had helped the Covey get to their feet again for the short amount of time your parents were alive. The rampant deaths from black lung affected your family and later passed. Out of thankfulness, Lucy Gray offered you join the Covey and help them with shows. Thankfully, you accept.

Her romantic feelings weren’t immediate, but her affection grew overtime. It didn’t happen while Billy Taupe was dating her, but she couldn’t deny a place in her heart was saved for you.

After Lucy Gray found Billy Taupe was cheating on her with Mayfair, she didn’t try putting that on your hands since

Lucy Gray sang love ballads hidden behind platonic love, singing about the beauty of your eyes and how she would get lost in them, and your kindness and how you were bound for the good. If she can’t tell if you love her like she does, she’ll say they’re platonic and are just grateful for your care.

After being sent to the Capital for the Hunger Games, she had grown fond of Coriolanus, her mentor. Of course, Lucy Gray would talk about her life back home, it being suggested after she said Wovey reminded her of Maude Ivory. She would go on long streams of compliments and say you were born with beauty she could never describe but try her best anyway.

It enchanted Coriolanus too.

Lucy Gray’s time spent in the Capital and in the arena wasn’t fun for obvious reasons, her time spent mainly worrying about her life being on the line, how the Covey was holding up in District 12 and how you were helping them. She hoped the shows were still doing well without her there.

Once she got back to 12, Lucy Gray had almost run home if it wasn’t from exhaustion and stress. If her time back home wasn’t spent getting food to eat, bathing, and sleeping, maybe she would have confessed to you.

Life had gone back to normal only a couple weeks later, the Games not being prominent in Lucy Gray and the Covey’s life after. Though it was only mentioned before shows to remind the audience she was a victor.

You had gone back to your job assisting the Covey in getting the cash donations from the audience and getting their things to and from the house. The days went by normally.

But who would have thought Coriolanus would follow Lucy Gray back.

The summer heat had gotten as bad as the year before, humid with the smell of sweat and coal from the coal miners, their uniforms still smelling of the two. Lucy Gray had gotten the idea to spend Sunday at the lake house, needing to get away from her problems and stress after the Games. Coriolanus had been allowed to go along since peacekeeper work and had gotten tiring and he was offered to relax too.

Like it was stated before, Lucy Gray wasn’t naturally sadistic or vengeful, she wouldn’t commit violence unless she was in a situation where the other person swung first, or she truly needed to. It wasn’t like her jealousy was prominent before Coriolanus became more obvious with his feelings.

While at the lake, Coriolanus would try sweet talking to you. Though you would make jokes about how his accent and slang was odd, he’d continue trying his best to get you to realize how he really felt.

Lucy Gray would watch and listen with disdain for his sweet talk. She couldn’t deny that you were gorgeous and a sweetheart, but she couldn’t stop herself from becoming jealous.

The day passed slowly for Lucy Gray, watching as you laughed with Coriolanus, his smile a little too wide for her liking. She would occasionally break into the conversation to try and bring the attention back to her. Part of her wanted to try sweet talking with you but didn’t think it would work. If you liked her, it would be obvious right now. She did care for Coriolanus for the fact he took care of her in the Capital but trying to get with you? Ew!

The lake water shimmered under the moonlight, the firelight covered the grass around the Covey and Coriolanus. They sat with each other and sang happily, making campfire foods from their bags. On the other hand, You and Lucy Gray were inside the lake house, fixing the wet swimsuits. She had gone silent from annoyance, which you noticed throughout the day.

Lucy Gray had spent her time by the fire not wanting to sing for her guest or trying to partake in the sing-alongs either. Simply eating her food quietly, making remarks when she was expected to. The day eventually needed to end, leaving the campfire put out with a bucket of lake water while the Covey and Coriolanus had gone inside.

You watched as Lucy Gray tried going inside too, quietly making her way to the door to go to bed.

“Lucy Gray,” you mutter and grab her arm, stopping her gently from leaving you outside alone. She looked back at you blankly, almost solemnly, causing you to tilt your head. “You’ve been a little quiet.”

Lucy Gray hesitantly nodded and pulled her hand away. “Just don’t have anything to say,” she remarked and looked down at the ground.

“Bit surprising,” you smile at her but it quickly fell when you realized she pulled away. “What's wrong, Lucy Gray?”

Lucy Gray paused for a moment, looking at you as though you were a puzzle she was trying to solve. She spoke again.

“Do you like… Coriolanus?” She asked, looking at you with a saddened expression. Your eyes widened at the idea whatever you felt for Coriolanus, of all people, would be a possible lover. “I understand if you do.”

“What?” You mumble and narrow your eyes. Lucy Gray looked away from you, not wanting to get too teary eyed when she spoke.

“I… I want you to reconsider. Please,” Lucy Gray said, stammering slightly. “I know I’m your friend but I’ve been in love with you for a long while. And if you truly love Coriolanus, I can understand but know there will always be a place in my heart for you.”

It was only seconds after Lucy Gray had spoken that your hands held the soft flesh of Lucy Gray’s face, keeping her close as her lips pressed against yours. She almost instinctively pulled away before realizing who was kissing her. You!

She had only dreamed of how soft your lips were when you got her attention, each time you smiled and spoke she wished she could touch your lips. She was now and couldn’t believe it was real life. Her hands had gone to your clothes, holding on tightly as she kept her eyes closed almost as tightly as your grasp.

You didn’t pull away for what felt like hours, keeping her to your body out of -what could only be described as- desperation. Your and Lucy Gray’s breathing had grown quick with what she thought was proven adoration. It didn’t matter if you both stopped in a couple seconds and went inside, she would just hope you would give her more kisses later in time. But you didn’t pull away now and whatever you had planned for the night with her didn’t matter, as long as you held her in your arms.

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Hot For Teacher

A Remi x Levi Non-Canon Fic-Series

Part 5

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

SNZ FET, Smut, Contagion

Author’s Notes: So I have a confession….I forgot HFT…I KNOW I KNOW IM SORRY! I got so lost in my side projects I forgot my baby 🥺 This is why I shouldn’t be held responsible for a fic series. The ADHD in me gets off track for a bit but I’m HERE NOW….so please enjoy. As always @aller-geez owns Remi and did the amazing cover art 🤌🏻 this was also a special request for Geezie 🤭

Description: Inspo drawn for this chapter from…vVv…with a twist.

Spring break was over. It was, interesting too. He had FaceTimed a certain black haired student almost every single day since, well…the first time they did….what they did. Levi was in terribly dangerous territory. If one may notice the words, first time, were used, because many many more of those instances of intimacy occurred. Treading very deep and hot water. However, they didn’t meet up, as much as it burned in them not to. As much as they wanted it. Levi said they had to keep everything sexual, through the phone, for now. It would keep them the safest that way.

Speaking of, His phone suddenly went off as he was slowly getting himself dressed for the first day back to class. The chime of his ringtone quickly echoed the room, without much coordination he stumbled across the space to grab it and quickly answer it before he had much time to check who it was.

“Hello?” He answered with a rushed tone to his voice as he fumbled to get his phone comfortably against his head, hands struggling to button up his shirt.

“Lebi?” He heard a soft sniffle on the other end followed with the very hoarse, and wet clear of a throat. The professor looked down quickly to see who it actually was, and it was Remi calling him. He felt a tinge of surprise.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked cautiously, never having heard the man sound so worse for wear in their time of knowing each other.

“No…I’b nod…I caughd a cold…I can’d cobe in do cladd…” another harsh, congested snuffle could be heard from the other end of the line. Levi’s eyebrows furrowed inwardly and he shook his head.

“Well, are you taking care of yourself? Is there someone there to help you get better?” Unconcerned about the student’s absence and just wanting to make sure he had what he needed to heal. Remi let out a breathless, sarcastic laugh before he answered.

“Nobe…I can barely ged oud of bed…” he whimpered softly, feeling terrible for himself. Mostly terrible he was going to miss the first day back with his favorite Professor.

“Alright well, I guess I’m going to have to bring you here, and take care of you,” the educator spoke certainly nodding his head though it couldn’t be seen by the other.

“Whad aboud cladd??” Remi sounded panicked, already worried that the professor was willing to toss his career aside for a silly little cold. “You can’d candel!” Almost scolding the leopard now.

“Relax, I’ll send out an email to let everyone know, Class will be on zoom today…I’ll zoom at my desk, you can rest in my bed,” his voice was smooth, calm and caring, sure of himself, a new side to the professor that Remi hadn’t experienced. He would normally just leave a student to fend for himself, would he not? So where was all this special treatment coming from? It warmed Remi’s core, he was more than grateful to finally know what it feels like to have someone actually, well, give a shit.

“If you’re poditibe….I won’d deny a houde call…” trying to be flirtatious through the horrendous sounds of him trying to snort through the plugged feeling in his nose. Levi shook his head and could only smile from his end of the phone.

“Shoot me your address, I’ll send an email out right now, and a possible a late notice….I’m going to send an uber for you…wear a mask!” He shook his index finger towards the phone with fervor almost to rub in the importance of not spreading his germs. Despite the entire fact this action was completely unseen. “I mean it…” Remi sighed before he let out a strained cough.

“Yeah…Yeah…h’..see you sood?” Clearly holding something back as he spoke softly into the microphone.

“See you soon…I…see you soon,” Levi hesitated, what the hell was that? What did he just fight back from saying??? ‘Get a grip!’ He screamed internally.

“What was that?” Remi’s heart froze, he could have sworn…

“Nothing, see ya,” he quickly disconnected the call and then breathed in heavily. “I’m seriously going to get myself fired what am I doing? First day back and I’m already driving the dude here to take care of him and….” He paused, blinking twice before his eyes widened again. “Shit! I’m all out of supplies!” He grunted in frustration already disengaging with the self punishment. He quickly flung open his phone and did two tasks, ordered Remi an Uber the second he received his address, and then opened up DoorDash. Quickly stocking his cart full of cold medicine, cough drops, tissues, hand sanitizer, tea, vitamins and anything else one may need to fight off a cold.

“Okay, meds on the way, car on the way…e-mail needs to be sent…” he quickly tapped out a clear message to the class and even went over to his desk to set up his laptop with zoom. It was all coming together nicely. He just had 45 minutes before class, and the Uber said Remi would be there in 20. Damn….the professor didn’t realize the student lived so close to him…he pondered for a moment to himself about how much quicker it could have been if he drove but it was clearly too late for that now. “Okay uh…” he scrambled to his bedroom and ripped the sheets, blankets and pillowcases off the main sleeping devices.

The slender man was running around his home like a chicken with his head cut off. He wanted to make sure everything would be perfectly set and ready for the student when he arrived. After adding an unnecessary amount of pillows and extra blankets to the large king sized bed, he heard a knock at his door. “That’s probably the DoorDash,” he said rushing his long slender legs through the halls of his home to get to the source of sound. Swinging open the door to waste no time he was met by a meek young woman, blonde hair and dark brown eyes.

“Delivery for Levi!” She smiled nervously handing over the large bag of goods to him. He returned the expression of joy and nodded politely at her.

“Thank you so much, really appreciate you!” She blushed nodding back before they parted ways, Levi closing himself back inside the house. “Awesome,” he said out loud shuffling through the bag to make sure all the items he purchased were in fact, in the bag. Pleased to find it all as it should be he walked back to his bedroom, and began to strategically place every item on the night stand, closest to where his desk would be in case he would need to tend to the wolf at any moment. Everything was placed in such a way that, anything Remi might need to grab himself, would be right within reach. Things Levi would more likely administer to him, went toward the outside.

“Okay that should be good…maybe I should throw some soup in the crock pot….” He pondered before the front door knocked again. “No time, I’ll just order something later,” he shook his head scrambling to the door yet again and swinging it open to be met with a very broken and beaten down looking Remi.

“Dib you ged my dexds?” He snubbled weakly, ripping the mask off his face now before he ran his sleeved arm across the underside of his leaking nose.

“No, sorry I was making sure everything was good so you could settle down immediately when you got here! I apologize…” he said gently before stepping aside to allow the other to walk through the threshold.

“All good…jusd making sure my servide didn’t cud obb,” Remi continued to sniffle and snuff, his nose incredibly full and congested which was obvious every time he spoke. Levi, linking his arm around the larger’s, led him patiently to his bedroom.

“All the sheets are fresh, there’s a bunch of stuff for you on the side table…if you need me, just raise your hand so I can come to you, if anyone on zoom hears that you’re at my house, I’m probably fired,” he chuckled softly, nervously, his hand touching the back of his neck as he played with the baby hairs there. Remi, cautiously, as if he was going to break himself or the super soft comforter, slid inside of the bed, immediately burying his body into the comfort.

“Thang you….serioudly thid id doo dweed ob you…” Levi’s eyes brows pushed together as he tried desperately to understand what the man was saying this time, normally pretty well rounded with such stuffed up words.

“Have you taken any medications today?” He asked, dismissing the sweet sentiment that was given to him, and focusing on making sure he just got better, this wasn’t about him. Remi avoided eye contact now, his dulled emeralds looking to the side before he cleared his throat.

“Erm…No…” the educator sighed inwardly before tsking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. In one quick motion of his hands he grabbed some dayquil pills and vitamin gummies , placing them now in Remi’s lap. Levi leaned closer and ran his palm across the wolf’s forehead, testing his temp, before pushing the hairs out gently from the front of his face.

“I’ll go get you a glass of water, after you do all those things,” now pointing his index from the pills, to the gummies. “Try to lay back and relax okay?” He asked the other as if he was trying to convince a stubborn teen. Those ocean blues tracing over every sickened outline of Remi’s face. Not the cocky, confident man he was usually faced with. Eyes swollen, complexion ghostly pale, dark circles and tear stained cheeks all topped off with a terribly red nose. It made his heart sink to see it.

“Yed, Dir…” the wolf sighed with a deep inhale and dramatic exhale as he responded. The leopard grinned running his fingers quickly all the way through the softened strands of hair once more. This small actions made both of the men’s hearts pound faster in their chests. These were the first real acts of intimacy Levi has ever really initiated between them..it was so nice. Remi had dreamed of that touch for weeks, months now. His eyes slid to a close as he enjoyed the gentle caress but just as fast as it came, it also was quick to leave. Leaving him feeling hollow, and craving more.

“I’ll be right back,” the cat reassured him before standing up, leaving the room and bringing himself out to kitchen. Once he was at his fridge he slung open the door, as if in autopilot he just started pulling out bottles of Fiji water. Was it unnecessarily expensive water? Yes. Levi, however, spared no expensive when it came to his hydration. Also, he really just liked how pretty the bottles were compared to the rest of the bougie water market.

Levi carried four bottles in his arms as he lugged them over to the sickened man now nuzzled up in his bed. “Okay I brought you one for now, and a couple extra bottles as well for later,” he sat one bottle next to Remi’s blanketed thigh, and the rest of them, he stuck on the night stand.

“Fidi?” He muttered looking at the overly fancy displayed bottle of water. Levi took a seat at the edge of the bed, just barely having enough room to not completely slide off.

“Yeah you never had Fiji water before?” He asked him curiously raising a brow, placing an open palm down to the other’s thigh. Remi shrugged.

“I jusd dring tab,” the wolf admitted, really not seeing much of a difference in tap and $5 water bottles. The leopard almost looked appalled, offended even. It was the first thing that made Remi crack a real smile as he watched the professor’s face turn.

“Oh, gross…our tap water is atrocious, you need water that’s actually good for you,” he finally responded, shaking his head and nudging towards the bottle. Knowing he was not even remotely equipped to have a discussion about water, he could only shake his head with a smile, grabbing the bottle firmly. Without a single word, Remi cracked open the lid and immediately threw back the dayquil pills, chasing it with a swig of Fiji water. He winced. His eyebrows furrowed in and he looked like he just experienced something….different.

“Why doed id tade like thad?” He asked smacking his lips and tongue together awkwardly like he had a spoonful of peanut butter shoved between his lips.

“Like what??” The white haired man looked amused now as he watched the other try to come up with the right words to express himself.

“Round…” Remi responded finally after a few moments to consider. His eyes now connecting with Levi’s as if he was way more sure of himself now.

“Round?” The educator looking more perplexed than he had before. He had never heard of water being described in such a way. It almost made him want to laugh but he swallowed the feeling and just did his best to understand. Trying not to make the other feel bad.

“Round.” The wolf repeated himself yet again, confidently.

“Huh….” The words had escaped him, Levi truly learned something new from this scrappy man everyday it seemed. “I’ll just have to take your word for that I suppose….” He giggled gently, it was a sweet sound, Remi only having recently been able to really recognize it as Levi’s. Spring break was probably the best thing that could have happened for him, it truly made him feel closer to the professor, and now? Taking care of him while he was sick? Might as well propose.

“Shouldn’t you be gedding cladd ready?” The student asked sorely, now popping a few gummies into his maw, chewing them obnoxiously, his voice still weakened by his currently ill status.

“Right…Right, I need to do that…” Levi blushed brightly almost having forgotten he had a whole ass job to do. He took a deep breath inward and stood up now, as he was walking to his desk he looked back and flashed a nervous smile to Remi. “Member…shhh,” he placed his index over his lips, Remi grinned, pretending to lock his lips shut now with an invisible key. The educator grinned brightly before making his way fully to his desk where his bed was completely out of view from the webcam. Sitting down comfortably in his desk chair he waved his mouse around to open up his screen, joining in on the zoom call he already had prepared for him.

“Hello Everyone! Sorry I’m late, just feeling a bit under the weather, but I don’t want you all to miss out on the opportunity for your first day back from spring break!” He said, trying to add a slightly sickened inflection in his tone, dialing down the cheerfulness he usually carried with him into class. “Today, I have nothing really big assigned to you, Thursday we’re introducing a new book, so today we are going to have a bit of a creative writing assignment,” Levi continued to work, as he would in the classroom but through the webcam. He wasn’t completely prepared for an online class like he normally would be with respective slideshows the class could open and go through. Instead he was relying mostly on a free day. Giving everyone the opportunity to sort of ease back into the grind after two weeks of good times.

Remi laid up in Levi’s bed and couldn’t seem to rest, he was in his professor’s bed. He was in his bed, and being dotted on by him…the same professor that denied his advances in the beginning….almost completely lost in a circus act within his own head as he jumped through hoops, he felt a tingling sensation building up in his nose. Oh no, this can’t be good. He thought his fits were over, that was this morning though…and it had been a little over two hours since his sinuses had threatened to overflow.

The wolf tried to silently clear his throat into the hem of the large comforter he was snuggled into, but it led him into a cough. Not just a cough, a series of coughs, the more he tried to muffle it into the fabric, the worse his body seemed to react. Almost panicking at the idea of getting Levi caught almost 20 minutes into their hour long class. ‘Shit…get it together…’ he whimpered inwardly but this was no use. He could see the side eyes from the educator as he tried to keep his composure, Remi unable to fight the prickling sensation in his nose as it was building, and building, and finally, had to let it all go.

“Hih’TSCHIEW!” He missed the blanket, he sneezed outwardly in front of him, a wet mist hit the air and the noise was sure to have been recorded through to the class.

“It’s important to reme-…” the sound interrupted him momentarily, his cheeks reddened, his face felt hot and he cleared his throat. The students all had different responses. Some didn’t even notice, but some of them raised an eyebrow. Why was there a sickly person in their Professor’s home? “Sorry about that…I’m taking care of a friend today…” he muttered sheepishly to explain himself…poorly. “Anyway! With this assignment…” Levi continued to go into more details about what he was expecting from each student with this new project, though in the back of his mind his conscience was screaming at him to help nurse the suffering man across from him.

Remi, still fighting for his life with the demons living inside his body, he felt another build up, the tension in his nose rising as the pressure pushed into the middle of his forehead. He winced, his leaking nostrils throbbed before he cupped both his hands over his face and blew into them. “Hh’itsshhhih!! Hah’TSCHUU!” A spray of wet mess landed in his palms, his eyes watered profusely and his face swelled up with each oncoming attack. “Hih’iitschuu!” After the third one, his whole mug was leaking and he was doing the worst job of containing it as he scrambled for some tissues. Grabbing a good few from the fancy box beside him, he began to rub one in circles motions, the tissue encapsulating the sore and reddened area. He allowed the ick to pour out onto the tissue and tried to empty himself out as much as he could.

Yet the sound of snuffles, clearing nostrils and sneezing was turning to be quite the distraction. Levi closed his eyes once and tried really hard to focus on his lecture, he really wanted to cancel the whole class. He didn’t see this free day as anymore constructive than a day off anyway, and clearly Remi really needs someone. Him specifically. Somehow, Levi feels blessed with the opportunity to be at the wolf’s bedside, someone to truly care about. It made work seem so, inconvenient now.

“I-I uh …excuse me class…start brainstorming amongst each other,” he hit the mute microphone button, and double checking it was actually muted. Then he stood up and crossed over to Remi’s side. “Hey you doing okay over here?” He asked genuinely, running his fingers through the man’s hair like he had done earlier.

“I’b so sobby….I’m fucgging dhis ub for you…” he muttered as he let in another long, wet inhale, trying to clear up whatever was holding him hostage. Unfortunately, it was not really working out all that well.

“Shh, non-sense, as far as they’re all concerned….” He shrugged simply grabbing a tissue to help clean the student’s terribly wet and sickly face. “I’m just a closet homosexual…which is fine,” he let out a breathy chuckle as his bright blue orbs traced over Remi’s, while he patiently blotted the many wet trails that traced the wolf’s cheeks and mouth.

“Who eveb are you righd now?” The green eyed student chuckled a bit, following with a rough and hoarse cough. He felt a strong pulse in his heart, though his chest was sore from coughing, he could feel warmth there, where it hadn’t been in a long time. He never had anyone care for or even about him. Beside his little sister. This was something so new and he wasn’t sure what it even meant. Is this how people are supposed to treat each other? Or…was he special?

“I guess…I’m breaking all the rules,” he shrugged his shoulders simply, bringing his hand back with the crumpled tissue and bringing his free hand up to gently rub at Remi’s temples. Inwardly, the wolf had never felt so full. “What can I say…M’a sucker for the green eyes and stubborn attitude,” they both shared a genuine smile before Levi grabbed one of the still cold bottles of water. “I can’t get you a cold compress right now but here use this to try and fight off the temperature….and maybe don’t snuggle up in EVERY blanket available to you…” letting another gentle giggle leave his lips as he began helping strip the man of a few layers that were inevitably only making him sweat more. Remi now discarding his hoodie and shirt to allow his bare skin a moment to breathe.

“Hnnnn…Kay….” Remi muttered in response as his feet then battled and kicked the extra blankets in an effort to aid the other. After feeling satisfied enough to, Levi returned to his desk and unmuted his mic. Remi was spreading out every limb across the large bed, trying his best to stay cool while he rubbed the bottle up and down the sides of his sweating temples.

“Alright, sorry about that…let’s hear some of your guys’ ideas!” Right back into the groove as if nothing ever happened. While Remi was still fighting a raging war between him and the Virus of Babylon. He coughed once, trying to cover it in the crook of his arm before completely blind sided by another persistent need of release. “H’GXPBF!” He moves to stifle it in his palm that he presses hard against his mouth, lines of drool puffing through the sides. He inhales with a slick and wet sound, trying to keep tissues on hand to wipe his face as he groans miserably. The meds were taking so long to kick in it was actually almost driving him slightly mad. His head swirled as he stared up at the ceiling, blinking slowly to try and keep with the rhythm of his shallow breaths. “H’KXGNT!” Another one stuffed with the small throw blanket beside him that he had snapped over his mouth just in time.

“That’s a really interesting way of describing what happened, Lahni, I really appreciate you sharing that with us,” the leopard was speaking to the class but every few seconds he couldn’t help but take a peak over at the sickly male, a quite obvious side eye in a HQ webcam. Trying to keep himself seated, he willed his attention back to his class.

After a few more moments of struggle, wet slopping sounds of Remi trying to clear his nose and throat. Eventually, the wolf was finally starting to somewhat relax enough to get himself drifting off to sleep, Levi taking notice and feeling slightly relieved. Attention back on his class, his eyes glazed over the many different faces in attendance. “So how about you then, Vinny? What is your piece about?” Coaxing more conversation out of the students, and as the minutes passed it almost seemed like they would have a decent session.

That was until 40 minutes into the hour long class, Remi suddenly jolted awake, panicking, yelling incoherently and groaning in pain. The ruckus was enough to get everyone in the zoom call’s attention, they all froze. Especially Levi. “I…will be right back let me just go check on my friend really quickly….” He muted the call and then immediately rushed over to Remi’s side. “Hey, hey you okay? I’m right here…it’s alright…” he reassured the profusely sweating and wide eyed man, who was clearly confused about his current whereabouts, but was starting to come to the more he felt the professor’s hands gently fluttering across his skin.

For a few seconds it took the man a bit to catch his sanity, gasping hoarsely as his eyes darted around to hopefully find a means to the end of his dry mouth. “I-…uh…” his hands now fumbling around the sheets. Levi could roughly guess what it was the other was searching for, and quickly grabbed the half full bottle for him and unscrewed the lid before handing it over.

“Here, drink first,” the raven haired man nodded gently before reaching slowly with a shaking hand and taking in the refreshing liquid, letting out a slight exhale of relief when he pulled it from his lips. “Better?” The educator asked softly, hand at Remi’s clammy shoulder trying to search for life within him.

“Y-yeah…” he gasped now running a hand through his slightly damp locks. “Nightmares…they happen a lot…” he muttered slightly embarrassed to have been perceived in such a vulnerable state. The leopard nodded empathetically, lovingly tracing circles at the back of Remi’s neck with the pad of his finger.

“You know what, I have an idea,” Levi smiled thoughtfully, a display of genius spreading across his face before getting up and walking over to his desk. He disconnected his webcam but kept the microphone in use, just muted currently. Remi cocked an eyebrow as he patiently watched the other flitter about. Picking up his laptop Levi brought it over to the bed where he slid in beside the man. “No speaking,” he said bringing his index to his lips before settling in comfortably, the wolf slightly giddy, rested his head on the other’s lap while Levi’s laptop more or less sat at his knees. ‘This is perfect,’ Remi thought inwardly, if his tail was out, it would be wagging. The professor unmuted his mic.

“Sorry guys, for the rest of class you won’t be graced with my beautiful face, my friend needs some comfort, and I don’t want to expose their sicky features, they wouldn’t appreciate that being their first intro to my class,” he tried to play it off, like truly he was really just a thoughtful friend. Some of the students seemed touched, even a soft gentle “Awe,” could be heard from a few of the girls.

‘If only they knew,’ Remi snickered within his head as he buried his face into the educator’s lap, who carried on with the rest of his lesson, his right hand loosely playing with a few of the dark strands of hair. The raven haired man sighed with contentment, then he realized, the small nap, added with the pills he took earlier, actually left him feeling a tad better than when he passed out. Though, the throbbing in his head still haunted his skull, he was very much well enough to push it back. Confront it later. Well enough to be completely and utterly aware of the fact that his head was laying directly on Levi’s dick. He could just…easily…no. He had to behave, although…there wasn’t any cam recording this so…why not, right? As the white haired man above him ran his fingers absently through his own moistened locks, he rubbed his cheek, gently, tenderly, against the front of Levi’s pants. Said man, shifted slightly, a gentle hue of pink dusted across his cheeks as he became conscious of Remi’s location and actions.

‘It’s fine…he’s just adjusting…he wouldn’t…break the rules right NOW…would he?” Levi shuddered as he felt another brush against him, but it felt like there was a heavier force applied. “I-I would like to hear 3 more uh…3 more of your guys’ prompts, before we end class today,” managing to get through his words before he looked down to see Remi’s darkened emeralds gazing up at him already. ‘Stop!’ He mouthed toward the student, but a small smirk splashed across the side of his mouth and the wolf only took that as a challenge. Not an actual cease and desist. He turned his face inwardly now, using his teeth to undo the front of the educator’s pants. Levi was trying really hard to do his best at paying attention but he couldn’t stop his body from reacting in the ways it did. Length already hardening at the idea of any sort of real world attention. “A-And th-then what will your…uh…main body be, Jesus?” He asked trying to seem engaged. His eyes glanced back down as he watched the wolf bury and nuzzle his face against the tightening space in his pants. Remi doing a much better job at being silent than he had earlier.

Levi let out a shaky, long exhale as he continued to listen to the rest of his student’s excerpt. “Really g-…” rolling his eyes back into his head as he felt Remi slowly sliding him out of the confines of his pants. “Good…I’m sure it’ll be, very….engaging,” his head dropped back to focus, trying to will his ceruleans to stay open and glued to the screen. The troublemaker had sprung forth the professor’s hardened length, and teased it with the tip of his tongue, sliding it across the base and around the tip. He wasn’t just going to let him have it. He was going to make the other absolutely wild for it. Levi took another shaky breath inward. ‘Two more….two more concepts….’ Certain he could push through this sort of mental and physical torment as he tried not to seem too desperate. Yet, his cock was already threatening to leak over, as the wolf caught a trailing bead rolling away, with the flattened surface of his tongue. “Ooooh…Kay…” he tried to disguise the very shaky and unstable sound to his voice. “Samant-…tha, you’re turn let’s uh…hear it!” He was trying so hard to push a persona of cheerfulness, no worries or cares in the world. Alas, he kept coming up empty. His brain could only focus on the one thing he wanted more than anything, Remi.

Who was taking his sweet time in exploring and savoring the taste, the feeling, of his favorite educator’s length. God how he had craved any part of the other to be against him, and now he had him right where he wanted him. With just the right precision, Remi’s lips wrapped around the tip of Levi’s cock, sucking, gently, swirling his tongue in a gentle fashion across the tender hole. “F-…” the leopard tried his best to keep his composure but it was slowly crumbling under him as the insane pressure to his tip rocked him. “Fantastic!” He responded breathlessly as his student finished. “Loved it, Sam, keep it ….up,” he sucked in a rough breath of air, before biting his lower lip harshly. Trying to use pain as a distraction, but somehow it really only made it worse.

“Okay…last one,” he squeaked, sounding much more obviously strained, it was starting to cause a few of the students to raise their eyebrows in question. Remi meanwhile, slowly slid himself further down Levi’s length, encapsulating it with his tongue and tightened throat. His motions were painfully slow. The professor sucked on his lower lip now, doing whatever he could to keep the desperate urge to moan away. Yet, Remi felt like he would do absolutely anything just to hear it echo in the same space as him. He knew better, even if he was crossing a line.

The leopard’s fingers curled and tightened within Remi’s hair, trying to apply force, or change the tempo, yet the larger maintained whatever pace, he wanted to be at. This was driving Levi absolutely wild, he had stopped listening a while ago and was now looking down just to watch, his ceruleans tracing over the other’s busy features.

“I uh…Thank you, for……” he took a breath “Sharing, that would conclude class for today so, every bo-…” feeling himself hit the back of Remi’s throat was almost enough to make him explode, but he didn’t. “Body, get started on those assignments…..” he hesitated “Oh and Welcome back,” before he ended the zoom call abruptly, not even taking a second to answer any questions he slammed his laptop shut and shot his gaze down to look directly at Remi that popped off the other’s length. “Seriously???”

“What?” The wolf licked his lips with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“During class? And also…I said through the phone only!” The leopard slightly panicked but, god it felt so good he really truly didn’t want it to end. He didn’t realize HOW good it was going to feel even with such bare minimum attention.

“I can’t help myself…you’ve been..so good to me I just wanna…” sucking his lower lip in between two hungry rows of teeth before releasing it, eyes never leaving the other, “Return the favor,” the smaller couldn’t even begin to fathom what was happening as he slowly started to slide into lust.

“We, can’t…” whispering not because anyone would hear them, but he may become far too aware of the situation. “You’re…sick…I’ll get…sick,” he whimpered now, as Remi raised his body to press their foreheads together.

“Tell me it’s worth it…” the wolf whispered, his hand slipping tenderly up the side of Levi’s flushed freckled face, cradling the other’s jaw within his palm. The smaller blushed, brightly, his body froze almost. How could he….? Yet as those purple circled emeralds stared over at him he couldn’t help but swallow a large lump that had formed in his throat.

“It’s worth it…..” his voice barely audible as the words fell off his lips, the answer enough to send the wolf up, and crashing their mouths together. Reunited at long last with those distantly familiar soft lips. Remi couldn’t hold back the guttural groan that boiled up from his chest as their tongues slid past working mouths. Losing themselves in a sea of needless passion, Remi’s hand found itself grabbing hold of Levi’s still exposed length. The leopard broke the kiss and took a deep gasp inward as he felt the other’s grip encase his swollen length.

“J-Just…hands and…and mouths okay?” He asked shyly, not quite ready to go all the way with the man while he was this unwell. He wanted to hold out for getting the absolute best treatment. Didn’t mean he would walk away from this empty handed. Literally. The student nodded gently, he understood. He also deep inside wanted the first time with the small cat to be special, not like this..though this was a pretty special occasion to him, he could wait.

“Okay,” he answered finally, leaving the smaller excited, and pleasantly surprised that there was no need to bicker over it. Their mouth reconnected in a sloppy, and wet fever while hands roamed each other’s bodies, Remi’s more specifically ripped his off, button by button. Finally his free palm pressed flush against the space where he could feel the educator’s heart beating rapidly. “Your hearting is going insane…” he breathed against the other’s lips, placing chaste, small pecks against his nose and chin. Fingers still grasping and massaging the man’s length.

“You…make me insane…” he responded with a heavy tone, Remi growled low under his breath and captured his lips again. A few more moments being lost in each other’s mouths while the wolf’s hands remained expert against the melting cat.

“Good,” was all the man could retort with, as he was far too busy making sure his mouth never left the leopard’s skin. He’d wanted this for weeks, even in the simplest form of it all…just kissing him. Luckily, that wasn’t all they were doing, and would do…he was busy, deep in his exploration as his hand trailed downward between Levi’s cheeks, slipping his finger through just to get a tease.

“R-Rem..w-wait…” he pressed their foreheads together, the wolf did pause, but only for a few motions.

“You said hands and mouths…” he failed to see how any rules were being broken in this moment.

“Y-yeah…okay…yeah…” shaking his head slowly, he realized he was getting lost in his own desires, not making any sense in his own head as he reached in to place hot open mouth sucking kisses against the side of Remi’s neck. Who in turn, rolled his eyes back, and slipped his fingers forward, now unstoppable as he had been waiting for so long to just get a taste of the other’s insides. His middle finger padded around, and prodded at the other’s puckered hole. Hungry for him as he peaked the tip just barely through the barrier. The professor shook, his hands desperately grabbing at Remi’s arms, chest, now the waistband of his sweats. He’d seen how big it was on camera, now he couldn’t wait to see it in person.

They both shuddered under each other’s advancing and heated movements. Levi’s own hand finding it’s way through into Remi’s pants and taking the awaiting firm cock in his heated palm. They both groaned in unison, while the wolf slid a digit inside the wanting cat.

“Aa-..ah,” Levi huffed against the crook of the student’s bare neck. He couldn’t hold in the way he felt anymore, it was so good. He released a careless moan, high pitched, it was like a song to Remi, he’d never heard that even when he watched him use toys on video.

“I love your sounds…” Remi chuffed in between swirling his greedy finger inside the other’s wet hole, and allowing his hips to graciously twitch into each passionate movement of his crush’s fingers. Both of them were a mess of bodies as they crunched up beside each other, hands exploring their forbidden places while mouths clashed against different unexplored areas of flesh above the belt.

They both felt something burning inside them other than the obvious lust they felt for one another. For the first time he had ever been intimate with someone, Levi was enjoying himself. He actually felt like he couldn’t get enough, his body was overdue for the feeling that coursed through him currently. His moans and whimpers sensual, and velvety, something so sweet to the wolf’s ears as he added a second finger inside of the cat. “Fuck…you’d feel so fucking good on my cock…” growling with lust driven excitement. Goosebumps littered the smaller’s freckled skin now, his shirt torn to shreds and hanging off his flushed shoulders. Ravaged by the larger.

“I’d give anything for it…” vulnerable, too vulnerable, too honest. He would, he at this very given point and moment in time, would throw away his entire career to spend the rest of his life to feel this way with the other.

“Tell me,” he huffed darkly into Levi’s ear, his fingers working faster, plunging in with circular motions before drawing them back out. Repeat. His motions getting faster the more he felt the educator slide those softened thin fingers around his length. Trying to connect the two, trying so desperately to picture what it would feel like to have his length replaced with his fingers as of right now.

“I-I’d move you in….” He responded, almost a little too quickly, like he considered it. His hand gripping, and teasing the larger’s length, squeezing with every word, “Get fired, I don’t care…I’d work in grocery if I had too…” his voice was so much different than it was usually carried. The raven haired man found great pleasure in bringing out such a naughty side to the educator.

“Yeah? You’d do all that?” The wolf chuckled darkly, now working a third finger inside the drooling cat, who’s forehead long gave up, resting against the other’s shoulder as he panted. “Just for me?”

“Just for you,” Remi could nearly lose it right there with the words that fell off Levi’s swollen lips.

“Say it again,” his voice much darker, his hips now shifting faster with the leopard’s constantly teasing hand. His own palm quite busy fucking the little cat’s hole where he wish his dick could.

“Just for you,” Levi whimpered again, weakly truly unable to hold back the dizzy feeling he was getting in the back of his head, as he could feel the pleasure hitting him while Remi’s fingers assaulted his prostate.

“Who?” The wolf growled again, now within the messy haired man’s ear, gripping hold of his lobe after he spoke.

“You…” another breathless answer, straining to speak as their desires built up within the core of their groins.

“Who’s you? WHO,” almost sounding angry at this point, it would terrify any normal person, but no, not Levi, it only drove him closer to the edge as his hand worked tirelessly to pleasure the demanding wolf that almost hovered him. Taking a free hand to grip at his own spilling length, he couldn’t take it, he needed to release.

“Remi…” doing his best to answer, to obey, to be the other’s good little kitten. God, this wasn’t like himself, he would never come undone like this for anyone else…but this man, had an absolute chokehold on him.

“That’s right, Just for Remi, right?” Moving his fingers slower, before quickening, then slower, hovering out his entrance before a rough pound upward into Levi’s sensitive bud.

“Just for Remi,” he mewled again, Remi leaned back, needing to catch a glimpse of the other’s pathetically flushed face. That was it right there. Between the declaration, and the look on that small man’s face, he knew he was no longer able to hold it all back.

“God, I’m going to fucking cum,” his hips moved with a desperate quickness as Levi’s fingers continued to squeeze and slip tightly over his swollen shaft.

“Please?” The leopard begged, finally opening his bright blue orbs to connect with the other, both of them shuddered as they made eye contact.

“Stop it…Jesus Christ…everything you say I swear to god….” It was proving to be too much, Remi could only hold back for so long, and between the look on the educator’s face and everything that was happening, his hips stuttered, they froze. “Shit, I’m….” He blew his seed in between the two of them as he never loosened his motions, refusing to give up til he could make the other feel just as good.

“Remi…” it started off confident, loud, but it faded into a strangled cry as he too, spilled over the edge of pleasure and into the palm of his own hand, trying to minimize the clean up. Their bodies leaned up against each other as their hands went limp, and Remi pulled his fingers out of the other. They took a moment to catch their breaths.

Minutes passed and Levi couldn’t help but chuckle loosely. “So…are you going to take care of me when I inevitably catch whatever virus is living inside you?” The wolf’s body moved slightly as he laughed soundlessly, just a few huffs through his open mouth.

“Of course…that was the whole plan…to buy myself more time alone together,” they both now laid back against the mountain of pillows behind them, cracking playful smiles towards each other.

“You dog!” Smirking confidently towards Levi, he shrugged his shoulders.

“Maybe but…just for you,” both of them turning to look at each other from the side. Blue orbs scanned over tired, and still pretty worn down features. While Remi looked over that of such healthy, but exhausted ones.

“You need more meds, and rest,” almost completely changing the vibe, even after all that? Remi felt a bit slighted, but he understood. Clearly, Levi wasn’t one for breaking many rules, nor being close to anyone, if this was stressful territory, the wolf would just have to be patient. Eventually things would fall where they needed to.

“Yeah, you’re right…back rubs?” He looked at the other now with a pouting face and sparkling greens eyes. The professor could only laugh in response and nodding his head to assuredly answer his request.

“I can do that…” Levi responded again with that same expression on his face, like Remi puts all the stars in the sky for him. Every time the professor gave him that look, the wolf melted inside a little more. As the educator pulled out some Vicks vapor rub, he gently assisted and moreover took charge, while Remi laid back and allowed himself to be taken care of. Grumbling happily as Levi cleaned him up and applied the vapor to his heaving chest. “Good?” He asked for reassurance.

“Amazing…” letting out a deep exhale that was more than enough to satisfy the man helping him. Levi felt whole. He felt like he was truly right where he was meant to be.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re better in no time,” with a movement so gentle, he leaned forward and placed a loving, tender kiss across the other’s heated forehead.

“I’d like that…” Remi’s heart raced, fluttered and flipped. He was more than Hot for Teacher. He was falling madly in love with him more and more everyday, and he could only hope that the other was too.

To Be Continued….

Author’s Notes: Maaaaan it’s so hard to write when you’re pet sitting two maniac dogs and trying to work, and help people with school stuff, and write, and NOT BLOW YOUR OWN BRAINS OUT. I just wish to live in a small tank where I can write my silly little fics of me and my friend’s silly little OCs. Anyway. Hope you guys enjoyed!

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