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nanaslutt · 4 months

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Not even god himself

synopsis: Gojo insists day in and day out you let him fuck you raw, and one day you give in. Only when he promises to pull out before he cums, does he actually hold that promise?

contains: pwp, fem reader, established relationship, clothed cunnilingus, dry humping, fingering, teasing, dacraphillia, so much dirty talk it should be illegal, unprotected sex, rough sex, reatrains, gojo is an asshole but he loves you<3

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"Baby cmon pleasseeeee, It'll feel sooo good for both of us I promise. Don't you wanna feel me inside you with nothing between us?" Gojo cooed, peppering kisses up your legs as you sat on the couch, thighs crossed as you stared at the man on the floor who was too large to be kneeling in front of you like this.

Satoru had been asking to fuck you raw since the day you got together. The first time you slept together it was "oh noooo, I forgot to buy condoms, sorry baby, looks like we're gonna have to do it raw" followed by a not-so-smooth wink. You made him take a little trip to the convenience store that night that happened to be right across from your apartment before things went any further.

He tried to ask to fuck you raw on any special occasion too, his birthday? You bet. Your first anniversary? Absolutely. Father's Day? He wasn't even a father… The closest you let him get to fucking you raw was when you let him rub his cock on the outside of your cunt, your folds rubbing along his dick as he poked and prodded at your clit with his fat head.

He tried to sneakily press his tip against your entrance, saying he wasn't going to put it in, quickly followed by "Just the tip." You did not let him put "just the tip" in because "just the tip" didn't exist with Satoru. You knew once he got a taste of your raw pussy, not even god himself could pull him out of you, it was too risky.

You did admit the idea sounded wonderful, and it pained you to turn him down every time he asked, but you weren't on birth control, and once again, you didn't trust Gojo to pull out before he came. Hell, he kept his cock buried as deep as he could inside you while he came with a condom on, always pouting when he pulled out saying "What a waste, that could've been inside you" and effectively riling you up from those words alone.

The reason you had waited so long to get on birth control was simply because of your job. You were a jujutsu sorcerer too, and it seemed like every time you started to make the appointment to see your doctor to get on some form of birth control, work interveined. So when you finally got on birth control after over a year of dating Satoru practically cried in your arms begging you to let him fuck you raw now.

You sighed and held the big baby in your arms as you told him that the effects of birth control didn't start fully working until 2 weeks of consistently taking the pill. "So you'll let me fuck you raw in 2 weeks?" Gojo said, perking up instantly. You rubbed your head as you felt a migraine start to come on as you said, "We'll revisit this later."

Satoru had taken your words to heart. He set a timer on his phone for the same time, every single day, for two weeks--and whenever that alarm went off, he dropped whatever he was doing to find you and remind you to take your pill. He had observed the way you said you needed to take the pill consistently for 2 weeks for it to work, so he was going to take absolutely every single precaution to make sure nothing got between you, and taking that goddamn pill.

Sure he had waited over a year with no date in sight of when he was going to be able to fuck you raw, but now that he had a date, or at least a possible date, of when he could? He didn't think he would be able to handle it if you missed a day and had to start over from day 1. Satoru was a very impatient man when it came to anything involving you, this wasn't something he was going to play around with.

So two weeks later, here Gojo was, on his knees as he pouted up at you with those big blue eyes as he begged, tears in his eyes and all, for you to let him fuck you raw. "Satoru… I don't know." You replied, making him perk up. 'I don't know' wasn't no. Gojo turned up all his seducing techniques to the max, he needed to seal the deal before you were turned off by the idea.

"Just think about it baby, my hard cock inside of you…" Satoru said softly, running his long fingers up the underside of your shins sensually, "Imagine how warm It'll feel, hm? You'll be able to feel every vein on my dick, every fucking vein." You looked away in embarrassment, feeling your face grow hot. Satoru picked up on this, he was winning you over, and he had to keep going.

"I'll even pull out before I cum baby, I promise. Just a couple of thrusts, yeah? Just a couple I just need to feel you for a little bit." Satoru begged, his hands sliding under your thighs that were pressed against the cushions as he pulled you closer to the edge of the couch, pulling your legs over his shoulders. "Satoru… we both know you won't be able to stop halfway…" You said, still averting your gaze.

"For this, I can do it, baby, cmon don't you trust me? I'll give you a good few strokes, nice n deep, just how you like it." Gojo whispered, pressing kisses as he made his way up your thighs. "Then I'll pull out and put on a condom before I cum, that way I can still cum inside you, yeah? How's that sound? You wanna feel your boyfriend's hard cock inside you with no rubber?" Gojo cooed, kissing higher and higher up your thighs as he tried to win you over.

If Gojo was honest with himself, he didn't know if he was going to be able to keep his promise. He would say anything to you right now if it meant you would let him hit it raw, and he knew deep down that you knew that too, but gauging by your response and how fidgety and squirmy you got, Gojo could tell you wanted it just as bad as he did.

Gojo sealed the deal by sliding his hands under your hips and pulling your body down from the couch so your crotch was right in front of his face. "Hey, look at me." He pouted, nuzzling your inner thigh as he looked up at you. "Your boyfriend is talking to you down here~" Biting your lip between your teeth you looked down at the man between your thighs.

You kept your hands together over your chest, afraid to move. "Yeah… look at me, don't look away." Gojo cooed, keeping his all-seeing eyes on yours as he leaned forward and kissed your clothed cunt through your shorts, making you gasp in surprise. "Talk to me baby, tell me what you're thinking." He asked, giving your face one more once over before he pressed himself against your mound once more and kissed right where your clit was.

Your hands came to card through his hair as his tongue poked out between your teeth and pressed against your pussy through your shorts, the dull feeling of stimulation only frustrating you, creating an intense fire to burn strongly in your groin. "God… o-okay, okay." You finally said, your nails raking against Gojo's scalp as he mimicked how he ate you out, just over your clothes.

Gojo giggled against your clothed pussy before he pulled his face back, his arousal evident on his face with how red his cheeks were, combined with his blurry, unfocused eyes. "Okay, what baby? I need to hear you say it." Gojo said, nuzzling his head against your thigh once more as he looked up at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

His cock was twitching rapidly against the confines of his boxers as he awaited your words. "You can fuck me raw." You said softly, wincing in embarrassment as you averted your eyes once more, continuing to caress Gojo's head. Gojo released a groan mixed with a laugh as he felt himself leak an alarming amount of pre-cum inside his boxers. "Fuck baby, you have no idea what that did to me," Gojo said, thrusting his hips forward into the air, trying to get whatever relief he could as his erection was pressed against the zipper of his jeans.

"You want it now? Hm? I know how wet you are, I could hear your pussy talking to me when I was teasing her. You wanna feel me inside you right now don't you?" Gojo spoke, slightly projecting with his words. You hadn't realized how much your breathing had picked up as Gojo had been teasing you. The need you felt between your thighs was unlike anything you've ever felt before, he was right, you needed him, and you needed him now.

Looking back at your boyfriend with a pout, you nodded, trying to press your thighs together to emphasize your need before you spoke. "I need it now Satoru. Please…" That was all he needed to hear before he was scooping you up in his arms and making a b-line for his bedroom.

The two of you kissed like it was your last night alive, moans and gasps spilling from the other's lips each time your lips separated in a loud smack. Gojo placed you down on the bed and crawled between your legs, instantly wrapping your legs around his hips as he pressed his bulge against your clothed cunt.

"You feel me?" Gojo sighed against your lips between kisses, relishing in the way your moans increased in volume each time he humped his hips against yours, pressing his hard cock into your pussy. "Yeah…" You moan back desperately, your hands tangling in his hair as you try to pull him closer to you. "All for you baby, so hard just for you." Gojo groaned, emphasizing his words by pressing his hips flush against yours and keeping them there.

The friction felt so fucking good, he was so hard it felt like his knee was pressing between your legs. You sucked on his tongue as his hands wrapped under your back that was pressed against the sheets. His lithe fingers slipped under your shirt and found the clasp of your bra with ease, undoing the metal hooks with just a couple of fingers. You sighed at the relief of the pressure from your bra hugging your upper torso.

"Let me get this off you." Gojo rushed, leaning back a bit so he could pull your shirt off with ease, practically ripping the bra from your body once he had the shirt off of you. Gojo licked his lips as he took your tits in his hand, massaging them and pressing them together as he gave himself a show. Your nippled pebbled under his touch, making Gojo's mouth water.

"So fucking pretty, they're practically begging me to suck them." Gojo sighed, his cock twitching as he felt the softness of your tits in his hands before he leaned in and took one of your hard nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the little bud. Your back arched against him as you gasped, your hands gripping his hair harder to ground yourself as he sucked on your nipple, the other hand toying with the little bud that wasn't currently in his mouth.

"Oh fuck- Satoru fuck-" You gasped, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continued thrusting his hips against yours. He moaned around your nipple, only aiding the warmth you felt between your legs. You were sure you had soaked completely through your panties by now, you felt so hot. Gojo's eyebrows furrowed as his plush lips sucked around your nipple, his soft pink tongue flicking it and rolling around it expertly, sending shockwaves straight to your clit.

Satoru popped off of your nipple with a smile, his lust-filled eyes staring down at your already disheveled form as he placed his hands by your shoulders and pushed his body up, keeping his eyes on yours as he dry humped you like he was fucking you. "You're so worked up." He moaned, his mouth slightly open as he smiled through his noises. "You that excited to feel my cock inside you? Huh?" He teased, rolling his hips in circles the way he knew drove you crazy.

Your hands fell from his hair down to his hips, you bit your lip as you pulled his hips towards yours, making him hump into you harder. "Y-you're one to talk." You shot back, tilting your head to the side against your pillow as you stared down at his hard cock, threatening to rip through his boxers and pants alike.

Gojo giggled before he responded, his head dropping down as he looked down to where the two of you were connected. A small wet patch had formed on the front of Satoru's pants from how much his cock was leaking. "I'm getting to fuck my pretty girlfriend raw, of course, I'm fucking excited." He smiled, his cerulean eyes looking back up at you.

"Satoru… stop teasing me, I n-need to feel you." You begged, moaning each time he rocked his hips into yours, your nails digging into his hips. "Tell me more baby," Gojo begged, pulling his lip between his teeth as he looked at you expectantly. You pouted at his words, he knew how embarrassed you got when he put you on the spot like this, but you were too worked up to be as shy about it as you otherwise would've been.

"Toru, give me your cock, n-need to feel you inside me with no c-condom." You begged, your hand sliding to the front of his body as your hand slid under his shirt, your fingers tracing up the indents of his defined abs as you pushed his shirt up higher and higher, exposing his toned body to your greedy eyes. Gojo groaned at your needy words and touch before he leaned back and crossed his arms over his body, gripping the end of his t-shirt as he pulled it up and over his body, discarding it somewhere on the floor.

Your hands smoothed down his chest, your nails raking over his porcelain skin as you left angry red marks in their wake. Gojo dropped his chin down to look down at you, groaning as you marked him up. He felt his cock twitch against his pants when you got to the waistline of his pants and started unbuttoning his jeans. "Take care of yourself, baby." He smiled, his hands coming down and pushing yours out of the way as he started to take off his pants. "Get outta those shorts for me." He winked.

You didn't need to be told twice. Without a second thought, you slipped your fingers under the band of your shorts and pulled them down your body, panties and all. Gojo's watchful eyes took in how your cunt connected to your pretty panties with a string of your arousal before it broke when you pulled them too far down your legs, kicking them off of your body.

You rubbed your body against the sheets, getting comfortable as you spread your legs for Gojo as he undressed himself. Gojo shook his head as he watched your teasing fingers slide down your body and reach your clit as you slowly started to rub the neglected but in small circles. "Fuck, someone's needy. Don't start the fun without me." Gojo teased, shimmying out of his pants.

His boxers were doing little to conceal the massive boner he was sporting, the pretty flushed tip poking out through the band of his boxers, the tip wet with his pre-cum. "H-hurry then." You replied, slowly slipping a finger inside your wet cunt with ease, thrusting it slowly as you stared shamelessly at his hard cock, wishing he was inside you already.

Gojo let out a long groan as he watched you finger yourself. He quickly added his boxers to the pile of discarded clothes on the floor, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen when he fully pulled them off. His white pubes were neatly trimmed and made a perfect backdrop for his flushed red cock to really stand out. "What are you doin' huh? Why are you fingering yourself?" Gojo asked, wrapping his fingers around his hard cock to ease his arousal as he watched you add a second finger inside yourself, shamelessly getting off in front of him.

9 times out of 10, Gojo was the one to stretch you out, so he was confused about whether you were just needed or if there was another reason. His question was quickly answered when you whined out, "I don't wanna wait for you to stretch me out, n-need to feel you right now." you begged, curling your fingers inside yourself as you massaged your g-spot, scissoring and thrusting them inside yourself as you tried to open yourself up for him.

Gojo stroked himself faster as he groaned watching you, a dopey smile on his face. "Babyyy… you should never have to prep yourself." He smiled, his free hand caressing your inner thigh briefly before he slid his hands down to your entrance. You watched him carefully as he rubbed his fingers on the underside of your hole that was stuffed with your smaller fingers. Each thrust inside yourself made more and more wetness gush out of you.

"Is there room for me? Hm?" Gojo teased before he flipped his hand so it was facing the ceiling and slowly started pushing two fingers in alongside yours. Both of your jaws dropped in tandem as he fully inserted his fingers inside you, feeling how tight you felt with your fingers also stuffed inside your little cunt. "Fuck, you're so warm." Gojo cooed, his eyebrows furrowing as he watched the way your cunt stretched to accommodate his fingers.

You whined and gasped as you adjusted to the stretch--fairly quickly thanks to how wet you were. "C'mon, keep movin' ur fingers with me if you wanna do it yourself so bad." Gojo teased, stroking his cock at the same pace as his fingers inside you. You gasped when he curled his fingers with you, the added pressure of his stronger fingers pressing into you stimulating your g-spot tenfold. "T-toru, enough…" You begged when he sped up, acting like he was trying to get you to cum on his fingers.

"Not yet… I like this, it's like we're holding hands, heh." Gojo giggled, increasing the pace of his hand on his cock as he continued to fingerfuck your cunt with you. "N-no I'm gonna cum-" You warned, trying to slow your own fingers inside yourself to block Gojo from hitting your sweet spot. "So cum~," Gojo said nonchalantly, his cock twitching in interest at feeling your cum around his fingers.

You pushed his wrist away with your other hand, successfully slowing his thrusts inside you. You shook your head before looking up at him once more, your eyes making contact with his, which were already staring at you. "Wanna cum on your cock…" You said bashfully, pouting as you spoke, embarrassed by your own words.

Gojo raised his eyebrows as his jaw fell open in a small o as he stared at you incredulously. He broke out into laughter a couple of seconds after, his fingers sliding out of you at the same time. You winced at the loss, already wishing he was back inside you. "God, could you be any cuter?" Gojo asked, looking at you lovingly. He rubbed his fingers wet with your juices over the top of his cock, mixing his cum with yours.

Soon after he was leaning over you, pushing at your hip as he tried to signal you to turn over on your stomach. You quickly complied, not wanting to make either of you wait any longer. "Up," Gojo said quietly, his hand pulling your pelvis toward the ceiling. You stuck your ass up, creating a gap between your pelvis and the bed for Gojo as he stuck a pillow under your hips, creating the perfect arch for you so he would be able to hit it just right while you laid there and took it.

"Good girl." He said, leaning over you as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his hand bracing himself on the side of your body. Gojo looked down at your ass laid out for him as he tapped his hard cock on your cheeks, making the fat ripple from the impact. You wiggled your ass at him, whining out his name. "Let me have a little fun pretty girl, I've waited too long for this after all." Gojo cooed, slotting his cock between your ass cheeks as he rubbed back and forth teasingly, smearing his precum on your ass.

You whined in response, irritated with the white-haired man. That should be the exact reason why he should be impatient, so why was he taking his time? You were fed up with his teasing already, you were dripping wetness down your thighs, how could he keep denying you? You bit your lip as you wrapped your arms around the pillow in front of you, rubbing your cheek against it.

Gojo pulled his hips back and pushed the middle of his cock down with his thumb, angling it towards your pussy. "God, I can't believe you're finally letting me fuck you raw." He moaned, shaking his head in disbelief as he rubbed his leaky tip against your folds, catching his head on your clit and making your body jolt from the stimulation.

"I'll take it back if you don't fuck me already." You bit, wiggling your ass back against him, making his tip rub into your folds. Gojo pressed his hips against yours, teasing the entrance of your hole with his tip. "You don't mean that~" Gojo cooed, continuing to tease you, only shallowly thrusting his cock on the outside of your hole, making you think he was going to slip it in at any moment.

You turned your head on the pillow to look back at him through the corner of your eye, a look of serious need plastered on your face as you made eye contact with him. "Try me." You spat, your lip quivering with how badly you wanted him. Gojo furrowed his eyebrows and kept his eyes on yours as he slowly started pushing his cock into you, not wanting to test you right now. He had waited so long for this, the last thing he wanted to do was ruin it by being too cocky.

"Oh fuck-" You moaned, your eyes rolling back in your head as Gojo's cock slipped past the tight ring of your cunt, penetrating you. Gojo's jaw dropped fully open as he gasped heavily into the room, his chin dropping down so he could stare at the place where the two of you were connected. You felt the familiar burn from the stretch as Gojo slowly slid his cock inside you, inch by inch, he was going so slow you truly felt every single vein.

"Holy fuckk- ngh- you're so much warmer." Gojo moaned, feeling his balls already pulse with his release. "S-so soft too, ohmygod-" Gojo was quickly losing himself inside your pussy, his pretty eyes fluttering with how intense this felt for him. The two of you moaned in tandem when he thrust his cock inside you, giving you the last couple of inches all at once so he was now fully sheathed inside your pussy.

You whined at how hot he felt inside you, how soft the skin of his dick was, everything, you felt everything. Gojo wasn't fairing much better, his breath hitching and stuttering as he fought not to cum the second he got inside you. "Tell me I can move baby, I gotta fuck you, I'm not gonna last long like this," Gojo begged, practically crying out the words as he felt your pussy pulse and squeeze around him rapidly.

"Please, move baby ple-" Your words were cut short by Gojo thrusting needily into your cunt, loud squelches accompanied your whines and cries as you gripped the pillow you rested your head on for dear life. "Fuck- fuck you feel so good baby, can feel all of you like this." Gojo moaned, his sounds rivaling the volume of your own.

You silently cursed yourself for not doing this sooner. You sobbed and nodded in agreement against the pillow, squeezing your thighs together to bring your clit some relief as Gojo fucked into you quickly. The second his cock was fully out of you, it was back in you like it never left. Not only was his pace incredibly fast, but it was hard too, he was truly making the most out of this opportunity.

"D-dont forget t-oo pull out when you get close-" You tried to cry out as you felt yourself get pushed towards the edge already. Gojo tipped his head back as he half ignored your words. "Yeah yeah, pull out," Gojo mumbled, shrugging you off, "Give me those fucking hands baby." He growled not even a second later, his hand reaching up by your head to pull at your bicep, making your arm lay behind your back.

You pulled the other out from behind the pillow for Gojo and he quickly pressed your wrists together and locked your arms behind your wrist with his one strong hand. His fingers were so long that he enclosed both of your wrists in just the one palm. He used his other hand to pull your hips up so you were resting on your knees, face up, ass down, as he bullied his cock into your pussy.

Now that he had manipulated your body into such a harsh arch, he was fucking right into your sweet spot, you felt his cockhead ram into it every time he thrust his cock inside you, it made your moans cut off in a choked whine each time. "You're so fucking tight in this position, I can feel my cock hittin' that soft spot inside you that makes you go all dumb on me." Gojo cooed, shaking his head as he tried to breathe in through his nose and out through his mouth, not wanting to cum too fast.

Your pussy genuinely felt like a vice in this position, he was barely able to last five minutes in this position with a condom on, so he could only imagine how quickly this was gonna be over now that he was fucking you raw. Your jaw dropped in a silent scream when your high washed over you unexpectedly. In this position, Gojo's cock was rubbing all the right spots inside you, and his heavy balls were slapping right against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Gojo's eyes shot open in surprise, his hand that wasn't holding your wrists dug itself into your ass as his abs clenched with the intensity of arousal that washed over him. The feeling of you suddenly cumming on his cock caught him off guard just as much as it caught you off guard, his hips stuttering as he fucked you through your high. "Ohshitohshit- t-too tight." Gojo moaned, sucking air in through his teeth as he slowed down a bit, fighting to not paint your walls white.

You cried out Gojo's name like a mantra as your body shook and jolted with your orgasm, your pussy leaking out cum around his cock. Gojo took a deep breath in when you came down from your high, your walls loosening around him significantly and allowing him to breathe. "God baby, almost made me fill you up with that one. How did cumming on my dick feel hm? Bet you felt every inch of me rubbin' inside you." Gojo cooed, his own words working him up.

Your post-orgasm-hazed brain could only focus on Gojo admitting that he almost came inside you, realizing then that he said he promised he was only going to give you a couple of thrusts raw before he pulled out. As good as this felt, you knew he was close by his incessant babbling and his sloppy hips fucking against your ass with no rhythm.

"T-toru pull out n-now" You cried as he fucked you into overstimulation, your legs crossing as his balls continued to batter your sensitive clit. "Hm? What was that? You want me to pull out?" Gojo asked, delaying your request by playing dumb. "I don't know if that's fair though… you got t-to cum on my cock so why do I have to pull out to cum?" Gojo pouted, continuing to fuck his cock inside your pussy, your walls feeling so much softer around him now that you had cum once.

"W-what?" You choked out a confused sound at Gojo's words. That wasn't what you had agreed on, was he seriously going to cum inside you? "Sator-uuu pull out or put on a c-condom, you promised." You cried, trying to wiggle your arms out of his iron grip to no avail. Your body was so weak to the pleasure Gojo Satoru gave you, you weren't getting out of this unless he wanted you to.

"You want me to put on a condom so bad?" Gojo paused his thrusts to lean over to the bedside table, picking up one of the condoms he had placed there for later he got back into position behind you and threw the condom at you, the foil wrapper hitting you in the head softly before it fell in front of your eyes. "Open it for me." He finished, smirking at you mischievously.

You felt like crying, he was being so unfair. Realistically you knew if Gojo came inside you, you would be fine because of the birth control, but you would 100% put him on a pussyban, and a part of your rational brain knew that. Nonetheless, you tried to wiggle towards the condom, shimmying your shoulders against the sheets as you tried to jerk your hands out of Gojo's stronghold once more.

"C'mon, you're not even trying. It's like you want me to c-cum inside." Gojo teased, trying to keep his words composed but ultimately failing as he felt your pussy bring him closer and closer to the edge. "Toru d-don't, please pull outtt-" You begged, shaking your head as your body was manhandled by the large man twice your size that was teasing and bullying you while fucking your pussy raw.

Gojo tsked as he pouted at you, his cock twitching as he took in your teary, defiant face. "You didn't even try~ C'mon, try a little harder I'm about to cum you still have some time-" Gojo faux encouraged, fucking his cock into you harder. You shook your head, relaxing your arms in his hold as you allowed Gojo to do with your body what he would, you knew you stood no chance if he was adamant about cumming inside you.

"You're so fucking cute you know that? F-fucking love you so much." He giggled, his words coming out choked and breathy as your cunt milked his dick right to the edge. It was over, he was going to cum inside you and you were going to have to ban sex for a year… no two years… maybe forever. As you let Satoru yank your arms back so your body met his thrusts, readying yourself to take his load--

--he pulled his cock out at the last minute, "I'm cumming- c-cumming fuck, fuck-fuuuuuck." It took every ounce of strength in his body, but he managed for pull out. Gojo groaned as he jerked his cock rapidly, wet with your juices, over your ass. Hot ropes of his thick cum landed on the skin of your ass and thighs as he milked his cock for all it was worth, his nails digging into your wrists as he came. His eyes fluttered back in his head as his body endured one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever had.

You sighed in relief, closing your teary eyes as you gasped against the pillow as Satoru smeared his cum all over your ass, rubbing his tip along your skin to make sure he gave you every last drop of his seed. He released your hands and your body fell limply against the sheets, Gojo's body chasing yours as he laid on top of you, his cum smearing all over the skin of his pelvis and abs as he embraced your body from behind.

He couldn't find himself caring about the warm stickiness of his seed rubbing along his skin much as he held your tired body in his arms, giggling as he peppered kisses along your arms and the back of your head. "Did I scare you? Heh, did you really think I was gonna cum inside you?" He asked, smiling from ear to ear as he whispered against the shell of your ear.

You felt the veins in your head bulge out in annoyance. Gojo was such a sadist, and he knew exactly how to press all of the buttons that made you want to punch him in the face. "Gojo, I swear to god, I almost killed you." You mumbled, staring at the wall in front of you in anger. Gojo giggled against your head, his arms squeezing around you tighter.

"Awww, don't use my last name, you're scary when you do that." He said, trying to roll his body over yours to get a good look at your face. He succeeded in caging his larger body over yours, forcing you to lay on your back, hands crossed over your chest as you looked up at him angrily.

Satoru smiled softly before he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away. " Thank you for doing this with me~ I'm sorry if I scared you, you're just so fun to tease~" he cooed. Your expression had softened when he kissed you, but it quickly went back to that of annoyance when he said that last part. You tried to roll over on your side to escape him, but it was futile.

"I was going to put you on a pussyban y'know. Still might, haven't decided yet." You pouted, teasing him back, only your voice was dead serious, making him think your words were too. Who were you kidding, you couldn't last longer than a week without fucking Satoru, you were just as insatiable as he was.

Gojo raised his eyebrows at you shocked as he leaned in to scan your face for sarcasm. "You wouldn't." He challenged, keeping his eyes full of worry on yours. "If you don't get your cum off my ass in the next ten seconds, I might," you responded, turning your head to look up at him. You don't think you've ever seen a man scramble away from you to get a towel so fast in your life.

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nicksbestie · 10 days

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Migraines - M. Sturniolo

Summary : Matt struggles with chronic migraines, and some days there isn't much that you can do, but that never means you don't try,

Warnings : mentions of vomiting and nausea, a small bit of crying

Word Count : 1313

Pairing : Matt Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

A/N : i got inspo from this photo of matt <3

Living an entire two decades of life with chronic migraines was an absolutely miserable thing.

Matt was nearing his twenty-first birthday, and he was desperate to find something in his life that would help with these migraines. He had gone through prescription after prescription, doctor appointment after doctor appointment, specialist after specialist, and nothing had helped the splitting pain. He had a migraine tracker on his phone so that he could tell the percentage of how often he had migraines, and it was well over sixty percent of every month. It was quite depressing to look at, and even more depressing to live. It really affected Matt’s happiness and day to day life.

All of their YouTube videos were filmed on Matt’s good days. They would change outfits so that they could film five to six videos in one day, gathering a lot of topics so that they would have tons to post when it came time to put them all up. Both of his brothers were incredibly caring and didn’t mind the way that they had to do things, and both wanted to do everything possible to make it easier for their middle sibling. They rode with Matt in an Uber every time his migraine was too bad for him to drive, so that he wouldn’t have to be alone, especially at a doctor’s office, a place he was already generally hesitant to be at. They truly were always by his side, arguing with doctors that told him it was anxiety based, or that he was exaggerating, when he didn’t have the energy to argue for himself.

Today was a bad day for him. Chris and Nick had left before Matt had woken up, so they had no idea that he was struggling, because the light from his phone, even at the lowest setting, wasn’t low enough to not send stabbing pains through his head, so he hadn’t texted. He hadn’t had the energy to call and speak to them either. All he had done was gotten up and shut the blinds, covering them up with blackout screens that he had bought a couple years back, because he needed all of the light out. They worked incredibly well, and he had cut off the dim lighting in his room that he’d slept with, needing complete darkness.

He had no idea how long he had laid there, he just knew he was in pain. Unbeknownst to him, when you noticed that he didn’t reply to your text, you were immediately concerned, and already on your way over. You’d seen that he’d read it, so you knew he was awake, and he hadn’t replied. He never left you on read, unless he couldn’t bear to look at his phone screen any longer, which meant he had a terrible migraine. You’d wasted no time getting ready, and due to the fact that Matt didn’t wake up until almost two in the afternoon, you didn’t get over there until almost four. You had your own key, both because of instances like these, and because of the fact that you had been together for almost two years now. Letting yourself in, you texted Chris and Nick, telling them that you were there as well.

You wasted no time in going upstairs, gently opening Matt’s door, and immediately closing it behind you, because while the light in the hallway wasn’t on, the daylight would filter in, and you knew it would aggravate his head. Seeing him face down on the bed, under covers and pillows, you gently whispered your greeting, telling him so he wouldn’t freak out, though you doubted he had the energy to freak out on you. You pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, rubbing his back and laying down next to him. He curled into your chest, and you could see the remnants of tear tracks on his face. You laid a kiss to his forehead, gently running your hand over it and through his hair. Your hands were a cooler temperature, and you could tell that it felt good and soothed his pain for a few seconds. You laid a palm on his forehead, wanting to help him feel better any way that you could.

You laid with him for about an hour, helping hold the trash can at the side of his bed when the pain got to be so bad that it caused him to throw up, helping wipe his face off and get him laid back down, before realizing he hadn’t eaten anything all day, so it probably wouldn’t get much better. You laid there for a little while longer, thinking about what to do to help him, when you remembered a trick that had helped you when you had a terrible migraine one day. You softly untangled yourself from him, whispering that he could stay right there and you would be right back.

You went into the bathroom, turning a small, very dim, light on in the corner so you could see what was going on around you. You began running a warm bath, letting it run while you went to get Matt a small snack. You set it down on the edge of the bathtub, on the side touching the wall, and went to go get your boyfriend. You picked out some clean clothes for him, grabbed him the water bottle from his nightstand as well, and led him to the bathroom. He knew where it was, of course, but the thought of opening his eyes for the chance of any light just made the pain intensify, so he trusted you to guide him.

By this point, the tub was about three quarters of the way full, and you helped him get in. You knew he hadn’t showered that day, and the warm water on your legs and feet helped with your migraines, so you hoped it would help him as well. Judging by the way his face began to relax once he was in the tub, his back against your chest, you were glad it took away a little bit of his pain. You kept the temperature of the bathroom cooler so that he wouldn’t overheat, but not enough for him to get cold. His eyes stayed closed, but they were a calm closed, not a scrunched, wincing in pain, closed. He didn’t speak much, but he took the water and food that he was offered, and a gentle smile crossed his face the longer he sat in the tub.

The longer you stayed there with him, gently running your hands through his hair, the more his breathing evened out, and the deeper it got, and eventually, you realized he had fallen asleep. He had been so tired from being in pain, even though he had only been up for about four hours, that when the pain had lessened dramatically, his body was so exhausted that he just fell asleep in comfortable arms. You stayed there with him until the water went cold, and even longer after that, because you couldn’t bear to disturb him. After about half an hour, you softly shook him awake, gently helping him stand. By this point, you had both basically air dried, and Matt only pulled on boxers and loose shorts to sleep in. You tugged on one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers as well, going back to bed with him.

As soon as he hit the bed, he was about to fall asleep again, and you pulled him back into your arms. You never minded taking care of him, knowing that he loved you more than words could say, and as he whispered a soft “I love you” into your chest, you knew you could do this for him for the rest of your life, and you could die happy.

“I love you more.”

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hi, hear me out. johnny with a s/o he meets at wu shi? like they are also a part of the earthrealm gang. THANK YOU!

(YES. OKAY OKAY I SEE THE VISION. I loooove the idea of reader being part of the main group, if you want more lmk,, id love to expand on this.)

Johnny Cage/Reader - Wu Shi Romance (HCS!) (SFW.)

𖦹 When you first arrived at the Wu Shi Academy, you felt at peace. A bit hopeful for the fights to come. You were eager to meet your teammates, those who would take on such a task to defend Earthrealm must be great people.

𖦹 You were right! For the most part...

Kung Lao, Kenshi, and Raiden were all here on their own volition. Their own personal missions and reasons for being here were noble, and you respected them. A friendship would soon blossom.

𖦹 And then there was Johnny Cage. Movie star, model, self-proclaimed 'sexy pants.' Being from Earthrealm, you knew exactly who he was. You've heard quite a bit too.. some things worse than others. 𖦹 You were a fan! Johnny's movies were some of your favorites, and now you get to meet the guy. You were excited to train in the same place as him, maybe even learn a thing or two!

𖦹 All of this was true... until he opened his mouth.

"Well hello there, pretty lady." Johnny waltzed up to you with what was either confidence or stupidity. (You'd soon come to know it was a mix of both.) "I know you're new here and all.." He raised his left arm, flexing for you.

"So, if you're ever in need of a sparring partner.." A mental note to kick his ass was taken. "...I'd be a luckiest man in the academy to get my hands on you."

This guy cant be for real right? The only way this could get any worse is if he... WINK! There it is. 𖦹 For next few months, you'd be training under Liu Kang. Spending just about all of your time with the team. (If you want more about their relationship developing lmk! I'm planning on making a drabble or maybe a slow burn!)

At first, Johnny's flirting was non-stop. Jabs between training sessions, compliments via passed notes during the monk's lectures, you name it - he's tried it. Though, his antics never failed to make you smile. It was harmless, and on days where you couldn't bare even your own company.. he was surpisingly... docile. (As well as he could be.)

𖦹 "I'm not feeling it today, Cage." You let out a huge sigh, adjusting your wrist wraps. "I'd give anything to have slept in. It's not my day, as I bet you can see." That morning, Liu Kang had you all run around Wu Shi, only stopping to do various fights. You'd felt sick from the moment you woke up, if you can call little sleep you've had rest.

Johnny had caught up to your speed, running beside you. He had said some pun about how we're 'running' out of time before the tournament. You'd at least cringe and maybe even laugh, but he only got a huff in reply. You thought he'd poke you some more, add to the impending migraine coming your way. Much to your surprise, he just ran faster.

"OH!" He collapsed to the ground, catching the attention of a few passing monks. "OH THE HUMANITY! I THINK I MAY HAVE.." Johnny winked at you before grasping his side. "PULLED A HAMMY! THIS.. THIS IS IT FOR ME.. OH IF ONLY SOMEONE WOULD HELP ME." He reached out his hand for dramatic effect as people surrounded him.

The training drill was swiftly cancelled for the day.

After dinner that night, you found yourself at 'injured' Johnny's door.

"Knock knock." You made your presence known as you slid open the sliding door. "Feeling better after pulling that hammy?" Johnny sat up with ease, meeting your gaze as you leaned against the partition. "Learned that in Hollywood?"

"Who said I can't act, huh?" He grinned, pretending to shove dust off his sleeves. "More importantly, are you feeling better?"

𖦹 From that day on, you two would gradually grow closer. Sitting next to each other for breakfast and dinner, and even partnering up for sparring. He'd still insist on going easy on you, but after a few ass kicking later, Johnny would learn not to underestimate you.

(I have SOOO much to say, so I'll make this a two parter! Thank you soooo much for reading and my ask box is open!!)

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eddiemunsonspantschain · 3 months

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Things Change Ch.2 - E.M

Author's Note: Life has eased enough that I bring you some actual writing

Word Count: 3.8k

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: Vomit

Tag List: @boomhauer (a patient saint), @corrodedcorpses, @wroteclassicaly . If anyone wants to be tagged, feel free to just hit me up

Going back to classes the following Monday morning hadn’t been the worst. The weekend had passed just the same as it usually did. When Eddie and you were around one another, there were the stolen glances, but otherwise things remained the same. Eddie still teased you from time to time, making you annoyed and shaking your head at him. Before you knew it, two weeks passed in a blink of an eye as finals creeped up on all of the remaining seniors. Group study sessions happened after class with Robin, Nancy, Eddie and yourself in an attempt to all get ready for finals and to get Eddie to a passing grade as he’d been doing better this year than years previously. As usual, you tried to ignore Eddie during these study groups.

Each day you grew more tired. You couldn’t place it, but you were just so tired all the time. No matter how much you slept. It had been like this for almost two weeks. Coupled with your migraines that you got on occasion, it was making you miserable. You had skipped out on hang outs a few times to opt for sitting in the darkness of your room with a cold pack on your eyes. You had suffered from migraines before, taking medication to help with them, and you were thankful the medication worked. You almost hadn’t let Nancy drag you to the party due to a migraine the day before. Sometimes the next day you were just as wiped out despite sitting in the dark all day. Recently, it was no different with your friends coming to check and make sure you were still alive. You were still exhausted but hadn’t had a migraine in a few days. You attributed it to stress from the ending school year and nothing more. After all, it was finals week.

Deciding to take a break from the stress of the end of the year, you met up with Robin to have some girl time. Nancy opted to study, leaving the two of you to have lunch after abandoning Steve to man the Family Video counter.

“I just like, don’t get it,” Robin said as she slid into the booth across from you at Benny’s.

“What don’t you get?” you laughed as you sat down.

The two of you ordered burgers, deciding to get a third for Steve when you were heading out of the place. It wasn’t uncommon for you to grab lunch with Robin when she had a shift at Family Video. You liked to keep her company and step away from Steve for a while. Besides the other added stress.

“How like he has all these girls, but none of them are perfect, ya know?”

You shrugged. “I think Steve just knows what he wants. He’s not looking for some one off. I don’t blame him.” You couldn’t, really. You didn’t date often because most of it was guys wanting to hook up. If you wanted to hook up with a guy, you would. Immediately, your mind flashed back to Eddie. Him on top of you, his breath against your face as he stretched you around his length.

You were pulled out of your head when the smell of something foul reached your nose. You scrunch your nose, trying to wave away the smell.

“Hey, you okay?” Robin stopped her train of thought, seeing you waving away at your face.

“Do you smell that?” you coughed, feeling overwhelmed by the smell. You pulled your shirt up over your nose in the hopes the smell of your perfume helped dissipate the smell of rancid meat.

Robin raised a brow and sniffed the air. She could smell only their food being made, but nothing bad. “I don’t smell anything, Y/N. Are you sure?” she asked, confused as all she could smell was the sizzling burgers on the grill.

You looked at Robin like she was nuts. “It smells like… rancid. Are you serious? You don’t smell that?!” you asked, feeling your stomach churn at the stench. It smelled like someone had left out meat in the sun, rotting away in the heat.

“No?”

You felt a sudden lurch in your stomach. One you dreaded feeling as nausea rolled through you. You slid out of the booth quickly and walked as fast as you could to the women’s bathroom. You shoved into a stall, just making it as you leaned over the toilet and expelled everything you had in your stomach. You heard the door open behind you and the stall door push open, someone pulling your hair back.

“Oh, poor thing. I’ll get her some ginger ale!” You heard someone say before they left again.

“You okay?” Robin asked, tucking back a piece of your hair as you spit into the bowl. A wad of toilet paper was presented to you and you wiped your mouth before tossing the tissue into the bowl and flushing.

You sat on the floor, rubbing your stomach as you let out a breath. “God damn,” you sighed as Robin felt your head.

“You aren’t warm or anything. Did you eat anything bad today?” Robin asked, and you shook your head.

The door to the bathroom opened again, and a waitress stepped in. She knelt down beside you and offered the cup to you, straw pointed at your mouth. “Take slow gentle sips, sweetheart. Don’t wanna make yourself sick again.” she urged, letting you take the cup.

You took a few small sips as the waitress told you she’d have your guys’ food bagged up to go. You nodded your head and got up slowly from the bathroom floor, feeling slightly embarrassed at how you suddenly got ill.

“I’ll take you home… well, more like Steve will take you home.” Robin said, leading you out of the bathroom.

The second you stepped out of there, the smell hit you again, and you held your breath. “I’m gonna wait outside.” you practically ran out the door.

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After what happened at Benny’s, the two of you walked back to Family Video. The nausea had subsided from the fresh air and by the time you guys got back; you were hungry once more. Robin checked in on you, asking if you were sure you wanted to eat after puking earlier. You reassured her you felt perfectly fine and had your lunch with Steve and Robin.

The stomach issues continued for a few more days. In the mornings, you woke up feeling fresh but after being awake for a little while; you felt the nausea hit you like a freight train. It never gave you any warning. You would be fine one moment and then suddenly nauseous the second. You always just managed to make it to the bathroom, only missing the bowl twice so far. You checked all the dates on the food in your fridge, finding nothing wrong with any of it. Besides, if it had been something in the house, you would have figured your mom and dad would be sick too, right? Maybe it was something you had at school. There was also quite a bit of stress going on in your life now days away from the last of your final exams.

You waited for that reprieve. Finals week was heading your way and you were ready to get the testing over with. You studied as much as you could, knowing how your parents had pride in your grade point average. You already had a number of colleges lined up that you were slowly hearing from. You just had no idea what you wanted to do in school. Something your parents kept reassuring you was fine, but being a doctor was a fine choice indeed. Or a lawyer. Being an only child was overbearing, and it made you wonder how you had survived this long. Your parents hovered, the calendar marked with every final you had and your mother shoving a good breakfast at you so you would do well on your final exams. You just wished you could keep that breakfast down and get adequate rest for once. You didn’t even admit to your mom that you weren’t going to eat the breakfast as you’d see it again soon anyway. Instead you found yourself able to eat it later in the morning.

The finals themselves didn’t feel the worst for you. It was dealing with your sickness while testing that had thrown you for a loop. You had to excuse yourself a few times to run to the bathroom to be sick, thankfully having enough time when you came back to finish your exam. When you took your last final, it felt like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. Steve decided to treat all of you to some pizza with finals out of the way. Eddie had seemed the most nervous out of all of you. Nancy had reassured him they prepped him well, and he was definitely going to pass this year. Even you agreed that you were sure he would be passing with you all.

With finals out of the way, the rest of the school year was more relaxed. You went in every day more so having the time to say goodbye to your peers and focus on the future ahead of you. For Eddie, as you heard from Dustin, it was about finishing out the best campaign Hellfire had ever done. Since Eddie was leaving, the helm was going to be passed down to one of the other upperclassmen.

It was close to eight pm when you heard from Nancy. Your phone rang and you picked it up. “Y/N! Hey, it’s Nancy. I’m sorry to bother you.” She sighed, “My car is dead and Steve is on another date. Is there a chance you could go get the boys at Hellfire?”

“Your car is dead?” You asked, checking the time and humming. “I can go get the boys. Don’t worry about it.” You reassured her.

“Oh, my god. Thank you! Mom would have been pissed if I didn’t get Mike home on time.”

“No problem, Nance. I’ll grab him.”

You hung up the phone and slid out of bed, grabbing your car keys before slipping your shoes on. You left the house as quietly as you could, sliding into your car and heading back towards Hawkins High. Your parents rarely minded if you were going to get the boys, but considering the time, it was best to sneak out. When you pulled into the parking lot, it was desolate except for Eddie’s van. You parked your car and slid out of it, intending to go inside to get the boys. As you headed for the double doors, you could hear them before you even saw them. The boys were rowdy as they spilled out from the doors. Mike, Dustin, and Lucas spotted you quickly, calling out your name and waving. Soon all the boys were around you as they told you of Eddie’s latest campaign that he cooked up for the end of the year.

“Honestly, it’s so tough but what should we have expected? Eddie to go easy on us?” Lucas scoffed.

“Eddie? Go easy on you boys? Never.” you laugh with a shake of your head.

“Perhaps you should have joined us, sweetheart.” Eddie slid up beside Lucas, shoulder checking him a little bit.

“You know I don’t play, Eddie.”

“I could be your Master and teach you.” he winked, prompting a whine from the younger three males of the group.

“Okay, ew! We don’t need to hear you be weird with y/n, Eddie.” Dustin complained before loudly fake gagging.

“Ha ha, very funny.” you rolled your eyes at Eddie, now ready to leave now that he was being weird.

“It’s alright. I doubt you could handle the bloody details anyway of what happens in our campaigns. Descriptions of blood, pulsing guts and rotting flesh with flies crawling out of it after laying eggs in the supple flesh.” Eddie went on with a grin.

As the boys laughed, you were the only one not laughing as your stomach suddenly was hit with a wave of nausea. Please not now, you pleaded, but before you could have more time to will the nausea back down, you could feel it coming up. You turned without looking, emptying the contents of your stomach onto the floor, but it wasn’t the floor. “Oh, my god!” Gareth yelled out as your vomit hit his shoes instead of the concrete below. He jumped back out of the way as you gagged once more. The boys all fell quiet and a moment later, someone was pulling your hair back. When you finished, you groaned softly, pulling tissues from your pocket to wipe your mouth clean. In your other pocket, mints. You lifted your head and the person holding onto it let go. When you turned, you hadn’t expected Eddie to be so close.

“Shit, sweetheart. I didn’t think gore bothered you that much.” Eddie said, watching you.

“You look a little pale…” Jeff noted, “You sure you can take them back?”

“My shoes,” Gareth whined softly, kicking his feet in an attempt to get the chunks off of his chucks.

“Shut it, Emerson.” Eddie hissed at the boy, much to the surprise of everyone in the group, as he watched your cheeks burn and your eyes move away from everyone else.

“Did you have the sloppy joe at lunch today?” Jeff asked, making Gareth gag in response.

You nodded your head, tossing two mints into your mouth. “Let’s go, boys. Before I puke on you all.” you told them and headed over to your car. The young ones were quick to follow, occasionally asking if you were okay. Each one wishing you to feel better as you dropped them off at their homes and you tried to ignore the embarrassment of puking on Gareth’s shoes.

As soon as you got home, you carefully went back to your bedroom. You shut the door, pressing your back to it and taking a breath before slowly letting it out. Your stomach was fine now. It was beginning to get annoying how often you moved between feeling ill and feeling fine. You pushed yourself off of your door as you made your way to your bathroom. You scrub at your teeth before hopping into the shower to scrub yourself clean of the memory of puking on Gareth’s shoes. Something you would absolutely have to apologize for once you could look at him again.

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“You what on Gareth’s shoes?” Nancy asked again.

You groaned, shoving your pillow onto your face. Hearing a slight snicker you lifted your hand, presenting your middle finger in the direction of Robin’s amusement.

“I puked on Gareth’s shoes.” your muffled reply sounded.

“You’ve been doing that a lot lately,” Nancy murmured, and you could practically hear the frown in her words.

“So?” Robin had asked, “nothing else has been wrong.”

“Still, to be randomly nauseous like that for this long? It’s been what?”

You pulled the pillow off of your face and sat up on your bed. “Few weeks.” you answer. From the face Nancy is making, you could tell her journalism mind was at work. You raised a brow at her.

“I mean, have you eaten any weird fish lately or anything?” Robin asked, “cause what if it’s just a super, super bad case of like food poisoning or something. Or! Or!”

“When was the last time you had a period?”

Nancy’s question made both you and Robin fall silent and stare at her in shock. “I…” a sudden panic washed over you like a cold wave of water hitting you on a hot summer day. You slid off of your bed and run to your calendar pinned on the wall. Robin pressed behind you, watching you could up the days leading to the red dots on your calendar. “My last period… should have… should have been over a week ago,” you murmured, thankful for Robin behind you as you suddenly felt lightheaded.

“You’re late.” Robin said softly, tapping the current day and how many days between now and when your dots were. “Not over a week. Over two weeks.” Robin corrected your counting.

“That’s… that’s impossible,” you mumble frantically to yourself.

Nancy moved over to your night table, opening up the drawer where she knew you kept your medicine in. She plucked the package of birth control up easily and began counting up the pills. Her brow furrowed as she counted over them again.

“Is a dose missing?” Robin asked her and Nancy shook her head.

“No, there isn’t.” Nancy answered.

“So I can’t be! I haven’t missed any doses!” you insist, but Nancy seems less convinced.

“I mean… how effective is it? Like, can it just like… fail?” Robin asked the room.

Nancy was still inspecting the package when another box caught her eye. She picked it up, reading the label on the box and shaking it slightly. “How long have you been taking these?” she asked, showing you the box.

You looked at the bottle in her hand. “Uh, like, once in a while. I was getting some wicked migraines. Doctor told me to try those.” you answer and Nancy frowns.

“Did they mention anything about it interfering with birth control?” she asked.

You stared at her. “That… that can happen?” you asked, voice small and insecure as you realized maybe somehow you had made this happen.

Nancy turned the box over in her hands and shook out the paper pamphlet. She unfolded it, eyes scanning over the contents quickly. A breath she had been holding was let go. “That’s it. Get your shoes on. Both of you.” she announced, setting aside the paper and going for her own shoes.

“Where are we going?!” Robin asked as she grabbed her shoes, struggling to pull them onto her feet.

“The pharmacy.”

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The drive to the pharmacy was a relatively quiet one. It seemed none of you knew what to say or do. You went to the pharmacy instead of Melvalds, not wanting to risk possibly running into Joyce who would absolutely have questions if she saw you buying pregnancy tests. Nancy parked the car and the three of you walked into the store. You stuck close to the girls, unsure what to do with yourself. When you got to the aisle you needed the three of you stood there looking at the different boxes.

“Does… does it matter which kind we get?” Robin asked. “This is terrifying.”

“I mean, I would think either way it’ll do what it has to.” Nancy said, glancing at you.

You stared at the wall of pregnancy tests. “How…” you murmur, unsure what to do with yourself.

“Here,” Nancy grabbed two boxes. “This is more than enough.”

Robin grabbed two more boxes. “Just to be sure.” she shrugged when you both looked at her. The three of you approached the counter, dumping the contents onto it as the cashier raised a brow at you. It was a teen, thankfully. Not that you needed an adult breathing down your neck right now. After paying for all the tests, the three of you shuffled back to Nancy’s car and headed straight for your home once more.

As soon as the three of you shut up into your room, the boxes were being opened. Robin ran downstairs to get you a drink, returning with a huge glass of water.

“What?” she asked when she saw the look on your face. “You have a lot of peeing to do!”

“Good point.” you answer, taking the glass and starting to chug down the water.

Nancy picked up one of the paper instructions from the box and began reading through it. “Okay, so it’s going to take a couple of minutes before we see anything. Let’s try two for right now,” she decided, taking out two of the sticks and holding them out to you.

You grab the tests, hesitating before going to the bathroom. You set the tests down before shimmying your pants and panties down then moving to sit on the toilet. You take the sticks, reaching between your thighs and watching to make sure you got them covered and wiping yourself clean. After washing your hands, you take them back out to the girls and set them on the night table. Robin immediately turns them over so you can’t see the result.

“Why did you do that?” you asked her and she shrugs.

“I don’t want you watching it develop and get your hopes up… or down.” she explains.

The three of you sit back as you wait for the tests to develop. You didn’t know what you would do if you were pregnant. You were barely graduating highschool. Your last finals were only last week. Your graduation started to inch closer and closer. Your hands found their way to rest on your stomach. Has it changed at all? You weren’t sure. You assumed it was bloating. Maybe it hadn’t been. Still, that didn’t change the fact that you still had no idea what to do if you were pregnant. Would you tell your parents? Well, you supposed you’d have to since you lived in their home. What about college? What about… You didn’t want to think about him. Not yet. It would be fine. You prayed for a stomach bug. Nancy seemed so sure of herself, though. It was hard to dispute it. A hand gently grabbed your shoulder and you glanced over at Nancy.

“It’s time.” she murmured, looking at the two sticks sitting on the nightstand.

You take a deep breath, reaching for the tests. They felt warm in your hands and you shut your eyes as you turned them over. You stare down at the tests. They were blue. You look over at Nancy as she holds the box. She bit her lip, looking up at you.

“I’m pregnant.” you breathed, looking back down at the two blue sticks.

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You end up using the two other tests you had purchased. All of them had come out positive. You sat there with all the positive tests, unsure what to do now.

“So, who is it?” Robin asked you, gently kicking your shoe with her foot as she sat across from you on the floor. Nancy was sitting beside you.

“What?” you asked softly, looking up at Robin.

“Who’s, ya know, the dad?”

You could feel Nancy’s eyes boring into the side of your head. You knew she knew. “I don’t wanna talk about it, Rob.” you murmur. It’s not that you don’t trust Robin, but you knew how hard it was for her to keep a secret sometimes. She would surely end up telling Steve. Even if she didn’t mean to. Which might lead Steve to wanting to ‘talk’ to Eddie. Nancy grabbed your hand, squeezing reassuringly. How could you let anyone know who it was? You didn’t want to ruin his life like that. Not when he just, finally, graduated highschool after trying multiple times. You couldn’t spring this on him. Even if you didn’t particularly like Eddie, you couldn’t ruin his life like this.

You just couldn’t.

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queenofsquids · 4 months

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My purchases at the thrift store.

Took me a good while to find the top left toy -- I assumed it was a bunny. It is a T.L.C. Kritters dog? Anyway very cute. I immediately decapitated the tiny OMG and put its head on there, but R absconded with it to be a friend for her dinosaur Volks 🥹

Glitter Girls was just mugged for the outfit and shoes.

Secret Crush Pippa Posie is missing all her hair pieces 😢 But I've been wanting one ever since they came out at that ridiculous price point of $40, so I couldn't help but satisfy some of my curiosity for only $2.99.

Lalaloopsy baby was there last week so this week I gave in and snagged her. Shoes are adorable, stitched texture on the bib is fantastic.

It was a fun trip, and I was feeling SO MUCH better after two glorious days back to back with no headaches or symptoms.

About an hour ago finally got smacked with the beginning of the migraine, damn it. Then I thought perhaps feeling so good at the store was just one of the prodrome symptoms "mood changes from depression to euphoria" (according to Mayo Clinic's list). Considering I slept something like 14hrs every day the last few days, today was a radical departure. Just trying to put together the clues, slow as I am.

More of the TLC Kritter since it's soooo adorable (and eye wonky as heck, even I could notice and I rarely do). And the only shot I got of it on the OMG body as R was playing.

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Seaweed Soup ~ YJN

WORD COUNT: 1.1K

GENRE: caring boyfriend, sweet, soft, looking after sick reader, established-relationships,

PAIRING: Jeongin x GN!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - April 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

The moment you hadn’t shown up at the dorms Jeongin knew that there was something wrong. It wasn’t like you to miss hanging out with him and the guys and it definitely wasn’t like you to ignore all of his calls and text messages which was what led him to stand in your bedroom and whimper at what he found. Months ago you’d given him a key to your place, since the two of you were dating you thought it was only fitting for him to have a key to your apartment so he could come and go whenever he pleased but up until now he hadn’t used it and he was damn glad he did. After quickly shooting a text to the members he made quick work of running around your apartment, cleaning up tissues from the floor and then getting your clothes in the washing machine. All the while you slept seemingly without knowledge that he was even in the apartment. It wasn’t until you heard the front door being knocked on that you’d even woken up.

“Innie? How-When?” You didn’t even know which question to start with and you rubbed your temples a little. What started out as the small flu was now turning into a huge migraine you weren’t sure you were ever going to manage to quit, even the lights were beginning to hurt your eyes.

“Don’t worry about it. Here,” He sat you down on the sofa, gently pulling the coffee table toward you before placing down a bowl of something on the table. Whatever it was smelled incredible and the steam coming from the bowl signalled to you that it was fresh,

“I asked Minho-Hyung to make us some seaweed soup. I also have rice depending on if your stomach can handle it,” Jeongin explained but you said nothing, you just stared at him in complete awe that he was even here. You’d neglected to mention to him when you were getting sick because you didn’t want to be a bother to him and the guys while they were trying to get on with things at work.

“You didn’t have to do all of this,” You sniffled a little, using the sleeves of your shirt to wipe under your eyes where a few tears were beginning to fall. You hadn’t done anything but sleep for the last week and you hated to think about what you could look like right now but in all honesty, you didn’t care. All you cared about was the fact that your boyfriend had shown up and decided to not only take care of you but also of your apartment.

When you got sick you neglected everything around you, deciding to crash in bed and sleep away the sickness until you were able to move and do everything for yourself again.

“I wanted to. If you told me you were feeling sick I would have been here sooner,” He said with a soft tone, sitting himself down beside you and carefully spooning some of the soup for you and giving it to you. You ate it happily, sighing in contentment at the taste of it. It was the first real food you’d had in days, you’d been solely living off crackers and dry toast to try and suppress the stomach bug you thought you had.

“Eat up, okay? I’m going to run you a bath. I’ll add some bath salts and maybe something to help clear your airways,” Jeongin explained, pressing his lips to your forehead and smiling a little. Your head wasn’t too hot to touch but he was still worried about it being warmer than it should have been.

By the time the bath was finished running, you’d finished two bowls of seaweed soup and had a little rice but stopped as you were feeling pretty full from it all.

“Thank you for doing this, I love you,” You told Jeongin as he took your hand in his and smiled at you. He would have done this sooner if he’d known, he would have been here every day making sure you were taking proper care of yourself.

“I love you too, baby. You don’t have to thank me for this, it’s what good boyfriends do,” He winks at you a little making you laugh a little before he helped you step into the water in your tub before smiling at you, your head rested against the bath pillow he’d gotten Minho to bring with him and he looked happy with how relaxed you seemed to be. The hot water was doing wonders for the achiness you were feeling all over your body and you had to admit, the steam was unclogging your sinuses too.

“This is heaven,” You mumbled, closing your eyes for a second as Jeongin chuckled to himself, seeing you look so relaxed.

“I’ll be back in a minute, don’t fall asleep in the tub.” He warned you, rushing out of the room and shutting the door behind himself. He knew you’d be soaking for a while so he took this opportunity to strip your bedding and get you some fresh sheets, fresh PJs and some other things to help you sleep better tonight.

If the warm bath had been heaven you had no idea how to describe what the fresh clothes and bedding felt like to you but you’d completely ascend.

“Innie,” You whispered, glancing over at him in the chair in the corner of your room. You’d refused to let him share the bed with you while you were sick and he was blatantly refusing to leave you alone so he’d come up with a compromise. He was going to sleep in the recliner in your room so he could watch over you the night and still be there for you in the morning.

“Yes?” He looked at you as he snuggled into the sheets, smiling when he found you staring back at him while wearing one of his hoodies.

“Thank you for doing all of this,” You knew he was probably sick of hearing you thank him but you had no idea what else to do. You’d never had someone look after you like this and it was incredibly bizarre to have someone kind and caring to do this for you.

“You can thank me by getting better, okay? Sleep.” You nodded, clutching the sheets into your chest and closing your eyes. Even though you’d slept a lot throughout your flu you knew you could sleep more. It was something you did whenever you were sick, just sleep it away.

When you were finally feeling better you had gone to the dorms again, joining the rest of the guys for a nice home-cooked meal as well as a gaming night.

“Love you,” Jeongin whispered, kissing your cheek softly before placing down a plus-four and smirking as you stared back at him in complete horror. The nice and caring boyfriend you’d had just days prior was gone and replaced with an evil clone that was beating you all at Uno.

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cleolinda · 28 days

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Short answer: They’re not sure; storm survey teams are going out to assess damage in Chilton County and then the weather service will “officially rule if it was caused by tornadoes or straight-line winds.”

The fact that we don’t even know, after a forecast of golf ball-sized hail and 80 mph winds and free trips to Oz, is fantastic. Any morning-after that doesn’t make national news is a good thing.

The 2011 Tuscaloosa-Birmingham tornado is lurking in the subtext of all this. Any time I post about storms, I’m thinking about that, and about the fact that the two houses directly behind us got nailed by trees last December. The house to the left has been seemingly abandoned, still unrepaired.

We’re fine. Yard, trees, container garden look good. I honestly don’t even know what happened. I get storm headaches like a goddamn human barometer—I’m more accurate than weather apps at times—and I honestly didn’t have one yesterday afternoon, so I knew the storm wasn’t going to be as bad as we’d feared.

I saw someone mention silent migraines on here the other day, and I didn’t understand what that meant until I had one last night. I can’t really explain it, it was just—I didn’t have headache pain per se, but everything else felt Bad and Wrong. I was dizzy, irritable, sensitive to light, couldn’t think straight, hellaciously drowsy—I ended up falling asleep with the weather channel on and phone alerts set to loud. I slept like a rock and woke up at 2:11 am, around the time the tornado watch was supposed to end. So normally I sit listening to whatever alarming noises on the roof directly over my head, or watch the sky turn alarming colors through my window. This time, I have no idea.

None of this is particularly enthralling, but I went on about storm prep at such length yesterday that I figured I’d update. That said, I do have that “headache hangover” feeling, so something definitely passed by.

#me for some reason #storms #tornadoes #headaches #migraines

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fantasy-relax · 2 months

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Please just love her.

Part 4

Short but is something @crispyfriedshark here you go.

Your stay with Bela was the most peaceful. She was very gentle with you, she was attentive to your needs, she reminded you about your medications and if you tried to push yourself harder than you should she would look at you in a way that made you feel chills down your spine transforming you into an obedient little puppy.

The Romanian was undoubtedly the girl of your dreams, adorable, skilled, intelligent, gentle, beautiful and capable of holding you still with one hand.

Perfect.

The days you spent together were increasingly more domestic, the ease with which you lived and got along filled you with joy, despite your fears you always wanted to have a relationship like that.

Every second that passed you fell more in love with her. You were sure that by the time the month ended, Bela Dimitrescu would be the undisputed owner of your heart.

However, not everything was rosy, the blonde was surrounded by an aura of guilt and regret that accompanied her every step she took, commonly stronger when they talked about events from your lost memory, however there were times when you touched her or talked to her with affection, that would end with her back bend and her eyes would fill with barely contained tears, like she believed undeserving of your love.

When that happened she would walk away and lock herself in the guest room where she slept, afraid of harming you in the middle of her dreams. Behind the door you could hear the sobs. You didn't know what rcaused you more pain the rejection or that your loved one believed she was guilty of your condition.

In those moments you would look for a chair to sit outside the room, telling her stories of childhood and adolescence until she decided to get out of it or you fell asleep.

Why did your darling punish herself like this?

You would not deny that you were interested in knowing the events that had occurred in these two years because there were moments where looking at a movie poster, listening to a song, the most everyday things made you feel an unexpected emotion, whether sadness, joy or anger.

(You couldn't drink or smell coffee, the day they passed by a coffee shop while shopping. You started crying uncontrollably. You felt like someone was crushing your heart and head with tremendous violence that caused you to faint. Bela had to carry you back to the car and you had a horrible migraine for two days since then you avoided everything related to coffee)

Thinking about the memories you lost in these two years filled you with regret, however you did not want to drown in grief, perhaps you will never get them back and that is okay as long as you are still alive you can create new and better memories.

You had your loyal wife by your side, the past had no importance when she was in your future.

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"The flight will take approximately three hours, we will see you soon"

Daniela, Angie and Donna were on their way.

What should she do?

What was she going to tell them?

"You are a selfish bitch so obsessed with your sister's partner that at the first opportunity you manipulated her so she would stay with you."

Daniela and Angie were the ones who were with you after Cassandra left, the ones who lived through your nightmares, cries and lamentations.

When she offered you to travel the world, they were the ones who motivated you to do it, seeing how despite their efforts you had lost weight and your dark circles had not disappeared.

Now two months since you started traveling together and one month since your accident your appearance was better. Bela did everything to take care of you and you did not refute or deny her help, instead you accepted her with a smile on your lips. You were finally getting better.

They would understand it, right?

"Angie will break a bottle on your head and Daniela will give you the beating of your life. So tell them, there will be no shortage of laughs"

They have to understand it. It was for your own good.

"Lie"

She only wanted the best for you

"And the best is you?"

Be quiet.

"You couldn't protect Daniela, you betrayed Cassandra and the reason Mc was injured was because you left them"

Shut up

"You are a worthless girl"

Shut up

"Selfish"

Shut up

"You live your dream life at the expense of Cassandra's happiness while you lie to Daniela"

Shut up.

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, Mommy would be proud of you"

I'm not like her!

"You know what they say, the council president ends up being the Headmistress"

I'M NOT LIKE HER. I'M NOT. I'M NOT.

"It's okay honey, here I am."

When had you arrived?

Your good arm caressed her hair while you rested your head on top of hers, hiding her face in your chest, the height difference decreased with her sitting on the bed and you standing.

"Don't cry my beautiful girl, everything will be fine"

When had she started to cry?

I didn't deserve this, I didn't deserve you, I should tell you the truth, I should end this now.

"You are not alone, my dear"

You moved her face away from your chest and kissed her cheeks, drying her tears with your lips, you smiled at her with love in your eyes before kissing her forehead tenderly.

"Let them go"

She hug you gently. You continued running your hand through her hair.

"My sister Daniela, Angie and my aunt Donna are on their way..."

"Tell them the truth"

"They don't know about us"

You laughed without malice. "Is that what you were worried about? We don't have to tell them yet, Bela. It's just a visit."

Yes, she didn't have to tell them yet.

"NO"

After you recover she would tell them. After they saw how you had improved with her by your side, they would understand.

"You're going to ruin everything!"

Yes, they will understand.

They had to.

#resident lover #bela dimitrescu #my work

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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Nother idea: CHRONIC PAIN STEVE?????? CHRONIC PAIN EDDIE????? MAYBE????? CHRONIC PAIN STEDDIE LEARNING HOW TO LIVE WITH THEIR SCARS AND PAIN???? THE PARTY HELPING BUT NOT BEING OVERBEARING OR BABYING THEM????

MY LOVE MY LOVE!!! I could write endlessly about chronic pain Steve and Eddie, but I cut myself off here before I got TOO far. I didn't include the whole party, but of course, their favorite child had to be involved. Without getting super carried away, I think Dustin ends up telling everyone about both of them suffering in silence and everyone starts doing small things to help. I was using this as a warm up before working on Chapter 9 of call me sunshine. Hope this works for you! - Mickala ❤️

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It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Staying with Steve while he had a migraine wasn’t new to him, though he’d always had Robin as backup.

But she was stuck on a family trip for two weeks and Steve didn’t like the kids seeing him like this, so he was alone.

And it wasn’t that bad. Most of the time Steve slept or just stayed in his quiet, dark bedroom.

He was only there to make sure he got water and meds regularly, food when he could sit up long enough to eat, and ensure he didn’t try to do too much.

He normally sat on the couch when he wasn’t busy playing nurse, but Steve had insisted he sit in bed with him.

He was missing Robin. That’s all.

It didn’t mean anything else.

Steve would let out little groans of pain in his sleep that had Eddie’s hands uselessly hovering over his body, trying to figure out what the hell could possibly help him.

Nothing really could, but he wanted to try anyway.

But as the hours wore on, Eddie’s back and sides started aching from the position he was sitting in. His legs were next, he knew, but he was afraid to move too much and wake Steve up.

His whole body hurt in ways he never imagined after the bats, ways the doctors couldn’t really help with.

The scars were itchy for months, but he would take that over the way they would just ache now.

Steve never complained about his, but Eddie knew he felt it too.

Owens said it was probably something to do with the venom, that they couldn’t ever get rid of all of it and it wouldn’t cause long term harm except for the pain.

But the pain was enough.

Dustin had noticed how he would sometimes have to walk around during campaigns now instead of sitting in his chair at the head of the table. He asked him after a session if he was okay, and Eddie broke down. He told him everything.

So Dustin bought him a new seat cushion to help support his back with his allowance. He always kept a Tylenol in his pocket in case Eddie didn’t have any. He would watch for any signs that Eddie needed to be in bed instead of upright and come up with a reason for everyone to leave.

He’d even call Wayne at work before he left Eddie’s side to let him know it was a bad day.

But somehow no one seemed to notice Steve was in the same boat except for him.

Sure, Robin knew about the migraines. She was there for some of the reasons he has them.

But she probably assumed everything else was fine.

That’s what Steve wanted people to think. That’s what Eddie wanted people to think, too.

Steve let out a long groan and started shifting a bit in the bed.

Eddie took this opportunity to adjust himself a bit, but he froze when Steve stopped moving and let out a sigh.

His face looked relaxed for the first time since Eddie got here.

Not great considering Eddie was halfway laying down, leaning on his elbow on the side with the worst of his scars.

Fuck.

He bit his lip and thought about it for a moment. He could move little by little and probably not disrupt Steve at all, his bed was big and they had enough space between them that small movements probably could be hidden.

So he let out a breath and scooted his body down slowly.

He watched Steve’s face the entire time.

But right when he was almost completely horizontal, and he felt a tiny amount of relief, Steve’s eyes blinked open.

He let out a pained whimper.

“It’s okay, Stevie. Go back to sleep.”

“Hurts.”

“I know. Just close your eyes. Need anything?”

Eddie used this opportunity to lay down, scooting closer to Steve.

He reached his hand out to move the hair off his face, eyebrows furrowing when he realized how sweaty Steve was.

“Are you hot?”

“No, just hurt.”

“I know, sweetheart. Does this help?” Eddie asked as he ran his hand through Steve’s hair.

“Mhm.”

So Eddie used his temporary relief from his own pain to help Steve find a little relief for his own.

But after a few minutes, Steve’s face pinched, and a loud whine left his mouth.

“Is it just your head?”

Steve shook his head once.

So Eddie was right, he felt the same pains all over his body, and it probably felt worse because of his migraine.

“The bites?”

“Mhm.”

“They hurt a lot?”

“Mhm.”

“Mine too, sweetheart.”

Eddie moved his hand down to Steve’s side, right over the bite that probably would have killed him if they’d been even 30 seconds later through the gate.

He knew hard pressure was too much, but sometimes a light pressure made the pain pause.

He pressed his whole hand against the spot he knew was covered in angry lines and redness, physical proof of their experience that would never go away.

Steve let out a moan, his head sinking further into the pillow and his face relaxing.

“There ya go. Take a few deep breaths.”

Steve did as he said, his whole body relaxed by the third inhale.

“Helps.”

“Mhm. I’ve had plenty of experience trying to find what works.”

“Yours hurts now?”

“A little. I’m okay.”

Steve slowly reached a hand out, blindly searching for an area of Eddie’s body that was covered in scars. It wasn’t hard; Most of Eddie’s body was covered in scars.

He found a particularly bad one on his stomach, near the worst one on his side, and pressed just firm enough to bring some relief.

Eddie couldn’t hold back the moan he let out.

“What a pair we make,” Eddie said softly.

“Mhm. Help each other.”

“Yeah, baby. We can help each other.”

“Baby?”

“Sorry. Steve.”

Steve’s hand lightly smacked him away from the scar.

“Baby. Sweetheart.”

“Oh. Okay.” Eddie moved his hand up and down Steve’s side gently, barely applying any pressure. “Need more meds?”

“Please.”

Eddie got up and grabbed the pain meds from the table, took two from the bottle, and helped Steve lean up enough to swallow them and a few sips of water.

Eddie couldn’t resist the kiss he placed on Steve’s head before he laid him back down in the bed.

“Gonna have Dustin bring us my cream that helps. That okay?”

“Dustin?”

“Yeah, he watches out for me a lot.”

“Good kid.”

“Yeah, you raised him right.”

Steve smacked his arm lightly, but a small smile was now on his face, like he knew Eddie was joking but was proud of himself for the work he put in anyway.

Eddie slowly made his way to the kitchen to call Dustin, wincing anytime he took a step too fast. The scars on his legs were yelling at him to stay still, but he had to do this for Steve.

“Dusty. I’m at Steve’s. Can you bring the lotion stuff that’s in my room? Green bottle, has some ridiculous medical name on it.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, dude. It’s for Steve.”

“But Steve has a migraine? This is for muscle pain.”

Eddie sighed.

“Steve’s got the same problem I do, man. Maybe not quite as bad, but it’s worse when he has a migraine already. He’s in bad shape.”

“It’s that bad?”

“Yeah. I’ll give you $5 for the arcade if you can bring it now.”

“Be there in 30 minutes. Keep the $5.”

Dustin hung up the phone and Eddie jumped when he heard shuffling behind him.

Steve was feeling along the wall, eyes almost entirely closed, letting out small huffs of breath as he tried to find Eddie.

“Stevie, what are you doing? You shouldn’t push yourself when you’re hurting like this.”

Steve curled against his chest, letting out a sigh when Eddie’s hands found his sides.

“Wanted you.”

“I was coming right back, goofball.”

“Wanted you now.”

Eddie let out a small laugh. Steve was always a little clingy when he had a migraine, so he never really took it as anything but him just wanting to be close to someone.

“Dustin’s gonna be here soon, okay?”

“He knows?”

“He does now. You’re not gonna keep making yourself suffer alone. Trust me, he won’t let you.”

“Yeah. Stubborn.”

“I know you are.”

Steve shook his head. “Dustin.”

“Gee, I wonder where he gets it from.”

“Not his mom.”

“Didn’t say you were. C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s get you back in bed.”

It took a lot of breaks and deep breaths, but they made it back upstairs and Eddie got Steve settled into the comfiest possible position in bed.

“You be good, I’m gonna wait for Dustin downstairs.”

“Be good.”

Eddie smirked. “Know you can, Stevie.”

Eddie kissed his forehead before slowly making his way back downstairs and cursing rich people for having two floors in their homes.

Dustin arrived within minutes. He knew better than to ask to stay, already seeing the pained look on Eddie’s face and knowing Steve’s was probably worse.

“Call me if you need anything else.”

“Thanks, Dusty. I’ll call.”

Luckily, he didn’t have to, though.

He put some of the lotion on his side and thighs, then made his way upstairs to apply it to Steve’s side and stomach.

Steve barely woke up as he did it, just mumbled a small thanks before he drifted off again.

Eddie fell asleep next to him, hand over Steve’s worst scar. Not to hide it, never to hide it, only to protect him.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #dustin henderson #so much hurt comfort in this bad boy #chronic pain eddie munson #chronic pain steve harrington #migraine steve again i know okay #requests

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use-your-telescope · 1 month

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When Everything's Made to be Broken - Chapter 19: Would You Count on Me?

Summary: When Theo’s down and out, Loki recruits the other Avengers to help lift her back up.

Contents: Similar to the last chapter, descriptions of vomiting in relation to describing a migraine. Canon typical injury descriptions. Some very (very) brief mentions of IV/needles? Soft moments and fluff.

Word Count: 6,296

Read on AO3 | When Everything's Made to be Broken Masterlist

Song: Easy Money - Lights

I expect you on your worst behavior I am a giver but you know I'm not a taker, yeah When you're riding in the night, I'll be shotgun, yeah Said you're looking for a friend, well you got one, yeah Until the last dollar Until the last dollar

Morning came far too quickly.

Even a pleasant, dreamless sleep for a few hours could not replenish Loki’s energy in the same way a full night of rest could. Yet, waking up with Theo still tangled up around him eased a surprising amount of his irascibility at his persistent insomnia.

In the soft morning light filtering in through the bedroom window, Loki took the opportunity to reassess Theo’s condition.

Though it seemed that a night spent next to Loki with his reduced temperature helped, Theo still felt far too warm. Remnants of tear tracks lingered on fever-flushed cheeks, while her eyelids remained red and swollen with irritation. An indigo bruise, likely from the prior evening’s combat, had appeared overnight along the hollow of her cheek. It was relatively small - a bit larger than a knuckle, by Loki’s estimate - but the stark contrast of the bruise versus Theo’s gaunt complexion gave the impression that it was quite the blow.

All in all, Theo looked as if she could sleep for a year and it still would not be enough to feel rejuvenated.

Theo obviously needed a healer, yet Loki’s previous attempts to convince her had not proved fruitful; whether stubborn pride or an impaired mind from the illness caused such profound refusal, Loki was not sure.

Maximoff might have more success; she possessed a keen sense for how to approach individuals in a rather vulnerable state.

Enlisting Maximoff’s help, however, meant explaining why Theo was in Loki’s bedchamber and not her own. And though Loki trusted that Maximoff would not focus on the oddity of the circumstances, he did not trust that anyone else who caught wind of the situation would be so kind.

Briefly, the idea of returning Theo to her quarters before seeking Maximoff’s assistance came to mind. After considering the logistics, Loki quickly dismissed the idea; if he brought her back without waking her, she might become distressed upon waking in the location she specifically requested to avoid for the night. To gain Theo’s consent to return to her quarters, Loki would need to wake her, and that raised the possibility of an awkward conversation about why they laid with each other. Not to mention the possibility she would reject the proposal, which would mean Loki had roused her for nothing.

Upon concluding that Maximoff’s assistance would be necessary, Loki carefully untangled himself from Theo and slipped from the bed. After dressing for the day, he fixed the bedcovers on his side of the bed to give the impression Theo slept alone, then retrieved a pillow to place on the sofa in his great room.

In his great room, he set the pillow at one end of the sofa, then laid atop it and conjured a blanket to cover himself with, only to uncover himself and leave the items there to imply he spent the night on the sofa. Even if Theo was no longer courting anyone, Loki did not want to risk the impression of any inappropriate or questionable behavior. His decision to spend the night with her would remain between the two of them.

With the stage set, Loki looked in on Theo one final time to ensure she hadn’t woken. Seeing that she hadn’t stirred, Loki set off in search of Maximoff.

Knowing that Maximoff regularly took her breakfast around the present moment, that was Loki’s first destination - sure enough, Maximoff sat at the breakfast bar in her pajamas, halfway through a bowl of cereal as she looked over the morning paper. Her mobile sat in front of her as if she were expecting some sort of communication, but the screen remained dark.

Unfortunately, Maximoff was far from alone: Romanoff, Barnes, and Wilson also sat at the breakfast bar, all at varying points of their morning meals and routines. Romanoff and Wilson had dressed for the day, while Barnes sported a threadbare that he only wore for sleeping and had yet to tame his sleep-disheveled hair.

At the sight of Loki, Barnes managed a half-grunt of acknowledgement, while Wilson offered a wave and a short greeting. Romanoff, ever the vigilant assassin, studied him with a dissecting gaze that made Loki suspect she already knew Loki was not there for breakfast.

Maximoff, hearing the others, glanced up from the paper and spotted Loki. “Morning Lo—“

“Maximoff, I require your assistance.” Loki skipped the pleasantries, having little interest in anything social at the moment.

Doing so, however, piqued everyone’s curiosity. Wilson sat up a bit taller in his seat. “Oh boy—“

“—What’s up?” Maximoff set the paper aside, giving Loki her full attention. Beside her, Romanoff glared at Wilson.

“It’s Theo.”

The soldiers shot each other an unreadable glance, Romanoff returned to studying Loki with her perpetually neutral, yet mildly suspicious gaze.

“What about Theo - is she alright?” Maximoff frowned, glancing down at her mobile and then returning her attention to Loki. “I texted her last night but she never got back to me.”

“She’s unwell, yet twice now she has refused my suggestions to see a healer.” Loki ran one hair through his hair, realizing as his fingers caught on a knot that he forgot to address his own tangled tresses. “I’m hoping you might talk some sense into her.”

“Care to elaborate?” Romanoff shot Loki an expectant glance, one meticulously groomed brow arching to emphasize her question.

“Vomiting, fever, chills, fatigue,” Loki rattled off the list of symptoms he observed, careful to keep a neutral tone. “I suspect some aches and pains, though she did not admit to it.”

“Why’d she tell you that she’s sick, but not Wanda?” Barnes, notably more awake than when Loki first arrived, narrowed his eyes at Loki. “She tells Wanda everything.”

“She didn’t tell me,” Loki flatly answered, mirroring Barnes’s stare. “I had been on my way to the sitting room when I heard a commotion in her quarters and investigated; the noise was Theo stumbling to her washroom to be ill - I found her hunched over her toilet.”

Maximoff hummed, sounding appropriately concerned. “When was this?”

“Last night.”

“And you didn’t tell me then?” Maximoff practically leapt to her feet, abandoning her breakfast on the countertop as she rounded the breakfast bar and broke into a stride.

“Wait—” Loki called to Maximoff, who had somehow nearly reached the corridor, “— Where are you going—“

“To check on her,” Maximoff replied over her shoulder, “obviously.”

“She is not in her quarters,” Loki warned, to which the Scarlet Witch stopped in her tracks and turned back to the him.

“If she isn’t there,” Romanoff asked, adopting a skeptical expression, “where is she?”

Loki sighed; he hadn’t wanted to explain this in front of a crowd, but it did not seem like he had much choice. He steeled himself for the sarcastic comments that his peers would undoubtedly make in response before he answered. “In mine.”

“Whoa whoa whoa, back up—“ Barnes interjected, “— why is she in your bed?”

“Because it was the only way I could convince her not to spend the night on her bathroom floor.” Loki dryly replied.

“You couldn’t convince her to go back to her own bed?” Wilson questioned, his suspicion clear in both tone and facial expression. “Aren’t you supposed to be a silver tongue or some shit?”

“The charm of a silver tongue requires that both parties are of sound mind—“ Loki rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “— I suspect she was delirious with fever.”

“Enough, we’re going—“ Maximoff turned, starting down the hall without bothering to check whether or not Loki followed.

A few rapid strides brought Loki alongside Maximoff, whose hurried pace was no match for Loki’s long legs.

Mutters of “this I’ve gotta see,” along with scraping chair legs, came from behind as Barnes, Wilson, and Romanoff rose to their feet, catching up to the pair of sorcerers with a light jog.

Begrudgingly, Loki allowed everyone into his quarters. An audience as Maximoff tried to talk sense into Theo seemed a bit inappropriate, but Loki doubted that he could effectively make the case without additional teasing, and he lacked the patience for such asinine behavior.

After allowing the others to step into the bedchamber, Loki followed and closed the door behind him. Audible, gasps and worried murmurs filled the air as the others saw Theo’s state for themselves.

In the time Loki had been away, Theo rolled over to the side of the bed with the waste bin, kicking some of the blankets off of herself and tangling others around her legs in the process. A sheen of sweat had taken up residence upon her brow, glittering in the morning sun. In the new position, the bruise upon her cheek looked as if a spotlight had been shone upon it. She appeared no less ill than before, and the evidence of the prior night’s tears remained fully on display.

Were it not for the faintly visible rise and fall of her chest, it would have been easy to assume she was deceased.

“Damn,” Barnes’ prior amusement faded, color draining from his face as his eyes scanned over Theo’s appearance.

“She looks rough,” Wilson stated the obvious, his eyes wide and lips turned down at the sight.

“You see the reason for my concern.” It was the rare occasion where Loki did not relish being able to prove his point, as this involved the suffering of a friend. He hadn’t ever seen Theo come undone in such a manner, and even at that moment he had no desire to ever see it again.

Meanwhile, Maximoff crouched down beside the bed, resting one hand on Theo’s shoulder. “Theo?”

Theo whimpered, shifting slightly before barely cracking one eye open.

“Hey,” Maximoff offered a small, concerned smile, “heard you’re—“

The unmistakable sound of retching silenced Maximoff mid-sentence as Theo lurched toward the edge of the bed and buried her face into the waste bin.

“Oh, detka —“ Maximoff rubbed Theo’s back as Theo vomited yet again. How Theo had anything in her stomach to expel after her previous bouts of illness, Loki had no idea, but apparently something had been there.

In the midst of everything, Romanoff had taken a seat on the floor, steadying the waste bin with one hand while resting the other hand on Theo to ensure she did not fall out of bed.

A shaky sigh came from Theo, whose head still remained in the bin. She remained in place, body trembling from either chills or exertion, as if she thought the fit had passed but she was not ready to push it.

“Theo?” Maximoff tried again, continuing to rub Theo’s back.

“What?” Theo groaned, her voice notably quiet.

“You seem pretty sick…”

“It’s a migraine.” Theo hesitantly lifted her head from the bin, then listlessly rolled onto her back and covered her eyes with one arm. “Give it a couple days, it’ll pass.”

“You have a fever,” Romanoff pointed out, “Migraines don’t cause fevers.”

“Mine do,” Theo muttered.

Maximoff and Romanoff shared an uncertain glance, both turning to look at Loki for a moment before exchanging a second uncertain glance.

“If it takes a couple days to pass, does that mean Loki’s not getting his bed back?” Wilson broached the subject, diverting the conversation from concerns of Theo’s illness towards the much less significant matter of occupying Loki’s quarters.

Romanoff, Maximoff, and Loki all shot Wilson their most venomous glares in an attempt to silence him, lest he make matters worse. In response, Wilson’s eyes grew wider, only then realizing his error.

“Shit.” Theo pulled her arm away from her eyes, cracking them open just enough to take in her surroundings; with a wince, she closed them and returned her arm to its original position. “Forgot about that… Sorry.”

The latter part of her statement was obviously directed at Loki, even though Theo hadn’t actually looked at him; that being said, she hadn’t looked at anyone during the interaction, so it did not seem to be an attempt to ignore or avoid him.

“Give me a minute,” Theo pressed herself up to sit, her arms trembling with the effort required to the degree that the prospect of walking back to her quarters seemed absurd at best. “I’ll go back to my room…”

She turned to set both feet on the floor, drawing in a deep breath before she tried to stand—

— Key word tried, because had it not been for Romanoff’s proximity and lightning reflexes, Theo would have ended up in a crumpled heap on the floor.

Instead, Romanoff caught Theo, gracefully steadying Theo while Romanoff rose to her feet.

“Let’s not overdo it, Kotik,” Romanoff quietly tutted, easing Theo down to sit on the bed, with her back against the headboard to support her body.

Face flushed crimson, Theo curled in on herself and wrenched her eyes shut. Her lower lip quivered as she drew in, then let out a shaky breath.

“Boys, out—“ Romanoff directed, pointing at the door as she narrowed her eyes at the trio.

Barnes and Wilson, all too familiar with Romanoff’s threatening tone of voice, wasted no time making their exit. Loki, however, hesitated; after all, he had every right to remain. The outcome of this conversation impacted him.

Romanoff glared at Loki, jutting her chin out towards the door, but Loki crossed his arms.

“This is my bedchamber. And, might I remind you, I was the one who tended to her last night.” Loki quietly challenged, mirroring Romanoff’s glare.

“Nat, it’s fine,” Theo sniffed, half-heartedly wiping at her eyes. Romanoff turned to Theo, frowning while Theo continued her attempts to gather herself. “He’s right.”

Romanoff sighed disapprovingly, but relented, returning the rest of her attention back to the bed.

“Detka, I know you don’t want to, but you really need to go to the doctor,” Maximoff sat on the edge of the mattress and brushed a few loose strands of hair away from Theo’s face. “Please— what if the person who attacked you had poison on his blade or—“

“No,” Theo weakly shook her head, eyes glassy and her voice pleading as she looked at Maximoff, then Romanoff, and finally at Loki. “It’s my fault. I used too much magic.”

Oh.

Upon the revelation, Maximoff and Loki shared a knowing glance.

Overuse of one’s magic - a situation Loki had experienced a time or two in his life, and not one he was keen to repeat if he could help it. Not only was it horrendously unpleasant - each instance rendered him completely invalid for days on end — but the embarrassment that came from one’s weaknesses being on full display brought about a shame that to this day, Loki could not shake.

“It was stupid—“ Theo wiped her eyes and swallowed thickly. “—I’m sorry—“

“It’s alright,” Loki quickly reassured, forcing what he prayed was a comforting smile. “Maximoff and I are no strangers to the effects of overextending ourselves.”

“Yeah, but I kept you up all night and then took over your room because I was freaked out from a nightmare—“ A hitching breath cut Theo off, accompanied by a pair of tears streaking down her cheeks, “—and now you’re stuck with me invading your private space for days while I puke my guts out because I can’t even walk back to my room—“

“How about this,” Maximoff gently interrupted, not an ounce of reproach in her voice; she paused to brush away one of Theo’s tears. “We’ll help you back to your bed. Once you’re settled in, we’ll call a doctor to come up and prescribe you something to manage your symptoms until you’re back to feeling like yourself - they've done it for me when I pushed myself too hard, and it really helps.”

“Besides, it sounds like we owe you a girl’s night with lots of ice cream and complaining about men,” Romanoff added with a wink. “That can’t happen until you’re healthy again.”

Theo narrowed her eyes at Romanoff, brows pinching together as she mulled over Romanoff’s remark. “How’d you know?”

“The internet,” Romanoff answered, then added: “Sounds like he was an ass about it.”

A quiet, watery laugh snuck out of Theo; with a small sniffle, she nodded.

“Luckily, you have a list of super soldiers and gods who would be more than happy to put Chris in his place,” Maximoff commented with a smile that somehow was both tender and mischievous. “And who would happily help you back to your bed. Take your pick.”

Theo looked up at Loki, a silent request in her eyes.

Romanoff followed Theo’s gaze. “Loki?”

“I’m willing to assist.”

Once Loki scooped Theo into his arms and they confirmed she wasn’t about to be ill, the trio emerged from Loki’s bedchambers to find Wilson and Barnes sitting there, staring at the door.

“Where to?” Wilson slapped his hands on his knees before standing, his attention darting from the members of the group to Theo, curled up in Loki’s arms.

“Theo’s room,” Maximoff answered, leading the group to the corridor.

“No doc?” Barnes questioned as he trailed behind.

“Making a house call,” Romanoff replied over her shoulder.

The soldiers and the widow waited in the main room of Theo’s quarters while Loki and Maximoff brought Theo to bed, only for Maximoff to dismiss Loki as soon as Theo had been set down upon her bed.

This time, Loki did not protest, though he did offer Maximoff a curious glance before taking his leave.

In Theo’s main room, Romanoff stood by the window, one arm crossed in front of her while the other held her mobile to her ear, mid-conversation with what Loki assumed was someone from the infirmary. The soldiers had made themselves at home on Theo’s sofa, snickering to themselves as they discussed something in voices too low for Loki to hear.

At the click of the door latch, both soldiers’ attention snapped to Loki, both wearing smug grins that made Loki’s hair stand on end.

“Out with it,” Loki grumbled, knowing one or both of the men had some snide remark on the tip of their tongue.

“I can’t believe you brought someone back to your place with no plans to hook up.” Wilson’s grin only widened as he spoke, eyes glinting and tone deceptively light.

“I’m not such a monster to abandon someone in a time of need,” Loki scoffed, opting to lean against a wall with arms crossed to maintain as much distance between them as possible.

“Never said you were,” Wilson held his hands out in a placating gesture, infuriatingly wide smile still on display. “It’s—“

“Dr. Harper should be here in a few minutes,” Romanoff interrupted, approaching the rest of the group while returning her mobile to her pocket. “A crowd isn’t necessary; Wanda and I can take it from here.”

“Fine, fine,” Barnes relented, rising to his feet. Wilson echoed his movement moments later, grumbling to himself about having to leave. “We’ll get outta your hair.”

Barnes and Wilson departed; Loki, however, did not budge.

“If it’s alright, I’d rather see this through,” Loki explained, after Romanoff gave him a curious look.

“Suit yourself,” she shrugged, taking up residence in the seat which Barnes abandoned hardly a minute before, perfectly content to sit in silence as they waited.

I'll be there in the hеat of the cold war I wanna be the onе that you're flipping your coin for, hey And if money is time, then I'm burning mine When you're off the line and I'm drinking mine, and I'm gonna see that we get all we deserve 'Cause baby you know that I'm a man of my word, so

Dr. Harper was someone Loki had seen in passing when he’d stop into the infirmary to visit with Theo, but he’d never spoken to Theo’s colleague. Over the time since Loki befriended Theo, he gleaned that the pair of doctors were friends, knowing each other from before either doctor worked in the infirmary.

To his surprise, the doctor did not knock before entering Theo’s quarters, strolling in as if she were right at home. Clad in black scrubs and a crisp white overcoat, and with raven hair twisted into a loose bun, Dr. Harper looked as if she came straight from the emergency ward, right down to the small duffle bag slung over her shoulder.

If Dr. Harper was concerned about Theo, she didn’t show any outward signs, casually greeting Romanoff and Loki with a quick wave before disappearing into Theo’s bedchambers.

Recognizing that it would likely be some time before any news, Loki finally abandoned his spot leaning against the wall in favor of the empty space on the sofa. If he were alone, he’d investigate the options on Theo’s bookshelf for something to entertain him, but with Romanoff around he did not wish to raise any suspicion.

Loki clasped his hands together in his lap, leaned back into his seat, and closed his eyes.

The faint hint of vanilla, likely from the plethora of candles Theo loved to burn, tickled his nose, as did the scent of fresh flowers. Beneath that, hints of coffee and something spiced - reminiscent of Theo’s perfume - caught Loki’s attention.

He smiled to himself, slowly drawing in another deep breath and basking in the smell. Sitting in the quiet, Loki eventually found himself floating in a place that wasn’t quite dozing, but wasn’t quite awake either; had it not been for the faint creak of door hinges interrupting the peace some indeterminate amount of time later, he very well might have fallen asleep then and there.

“Did he fall asleep?” Maximoff whispered, completely dragging Loki out of the comfortable state he’d settled into.

“No,” Loki sighed, blinking his eyes open to find all three women - Romanoff, Maximoff, and Dr. Harper - looking at him. He sat up a bit, rolling his shoulders as he adjusted in his seat. “I presume there is a reason you’re all gathered here?”

“You wanted to know what the plan was,” Romanoff said, some strange sense of amusement glistening in her eye. “We’re discussing the plan.”

“Good news is this can be dealt with here - honestly, between her photosensitivity and phonophobia, all the bright lights and sounds would make her feel worse.” Dr. Harper explained, attention shifting between the trio of Avengers as she spoke. “I’m going to put in for a home care nurse to visit and set up an IV with fluids, as well as what we usually refer to as a ‘migraine cocktail’ - it’s a mix of medications meant to treat severe migraines. Even though she’s not technically experiencing a migraine, it will still help with her symptoms. I’ll note it as PRN so if the medicine wears off and symptoms return, all you need to do is call down and they can send someone up to run another round of medicine and likely some more fluids.

“The only concern I have right now is about dehydration. Right now, she’s pretty dehydrated, which if not addressed can cause serious complications. Even if she isn’t throwing up, sweating a lot without drinking anything can make dehydration worse.”

“How do we know if she’s getting worse?” Romanoff inquired.

“I’ll have the nurse bring a list of symptoms to watch for - if you see any of them, call us right away.” Dr. Harper replied, then added: “the nurse will also complete a brief exam when they start the infusion and when it finishes, plus they will periodically check in on her to make sure things are running smoothly. If you’re ever unsure, feel free to call or text me. I’ll give you my cell number.”

“Based on your report, it seems you’d like someone to look after her?” Loki ventured.

“Ideally, yes,” Dr. Harper confirmed. “You don’t have to have someone with her 24/7, since she’ll likely spend most of the recovery time sleeping — but checking in semi-frequently is a good idea.”

“Anything else we should do to help?” Maximoff asked, her attention fully focused on the doctor.

“There are a few things that I’d recommend,” Dr. Harper answered. “Keep the room dark and quiet to help with the sensitivity to light and sound. When she’s awake, try to have her drink as much as she can - ideally electrolyte drinks, but water and juice are also fine... I doubt she’ll want to eat, but if she is hungry and she’s not nauseous, stick to bland food and take it slow.

“Otherwise? If she’s tired, let her sleep, even if that means she’s sleeping 95% of the time. Sleep is crucial for healing.” Dr. Harper smiled at Maximoff. “Remember, if you have any questions along the way, you can always send me a message or give me a call.”

After exchanging contact information, Dr. Harper departed.

“I’ll stay with her for now,” Maximoff volunteered, “Lokes, you were up all night with her; you should go, catch up on sleep.”

“I’m fine,” Loki protested, hesitant to leave despite the knowledge that the situation had been addressed. “Truly—“

“You pretty much fell asleep on the couch and you were getting snippy with Sam and Buck,” Romanoff countered, “You get that way when you haven’t slept enough.”

“Go to bed — I promise, we’ve got this.” Maximoff offered Loki a hand and a reassuring smile. “You can stop by later if you want.”

Loathe as he was to admit it, his sleep deprivation had become rather burdensome.

Begrudgingly, Loki accepted the hand and allowed Maximoff to pull him to his feet. “If you insist, I will take my leave.”

Upon returning to his own quarters, Loki went to clean up the waste bin to discover that it had been taken care of for him. Instead of sitting beside the bed, the container had been returned in its usual location, a random drop of water indicating it had been washed, as well as with a new bag lining the interior.

The thought of someone in his quarters raised a bit of internal concern, but the relief of not needing to complete such a tedious task quickly overtook the discomfort.

A quick snap of his fingers closed the drapes, plunging the room into darkness. Loki didn’t bother to change into pajamas, instead stripping down to his boxers before collapsing atop the bed. He rolled onto his side and took a deep breath, surprised to find the lingering herbal scent of Theo’s shampoo, interspersed with the salt of clean sweat and a tinge of vanilla, had infused itself into his pillow.

For the second time in less than twenty four hours, Loki drifted into a pleasant, dreamless sleep.

If your bills are late And you're low on steam You know what they say “Only the broke can dream” And if time is money And the math is right You don't gotta spend your money Baby, just spend the night, so

After three days of hiding away in her room while sleeping off the effects of overextending herself via magic, Theo felt well enough to emerge from her suite.

Having made the mistake of pushing herself too hard before, Theo knew it would take some more time to get her energy back, even after sleeping more in three days than she typically would in three weeks. But she no longer relied on medication to eliminate her nausea and pain, sudden lights or sounds no longer felt like someone drilling into her skull, and her fever broke sometime during the second day.

Feeling well enough, however, was not quite enough to inspire any adventures.

The lingering embarrassment of causing her own misery made Theo want nothing more than to hide away for an eternity, no matter how many times Wanda promised it wasn’t a big deal. One cursory glance at her phone showed an avalanche of notifications - news alerts about her and questions about if the rumors of her breakup were true. Being sick gave her an excuse to avoid talking about the breakup - after all, no one wanted to be that guy who made a sick person feel worse by bringing up a painful topic - once people realized she was feeling better, they’d jump on the chance to rub salt in the wound.

She hadn’t worked up the courage to look at any of the headlines, knowing that Chris’s most rabid fans would inevitably have plenty of nasty things to say about her. It probably didn’t help the gossip cycle that she hadn’t yet commented on the matter, but that was a bandaid she wasn’t quite ready to rip off.

And that wasn’t even getting into her embarrassment about what Loki saw, much less how she essentially stole his room from him for a night.

So, even though she’d been cooped up in her room for three days, Theo ignored the innate restlessness that came with recovery and stayed right where she was - laying in her bed, staring at her ceiling and contemplating the life choices that led her to her current state.

“I’m surprised you’re still in bed,” A low, velvet voice interrupted her brooding, prompting Theo to look over at the door.

Loki leaned against the door frame, arms crossed loosely and aventurine eyes sparkling as he regarded Theo with a soft smile. Dressed in a charcoal hoodie and dark, slim-fit jeans, he looked more than ready for a relaxing day at home.

Shit - Theo was not ready for this.

“You’re not one to remain stationary for long when you’re well,” Loki elaborated, leaning away from the doorframe as he studied her. “From what Maximoff told me this morning, you were supposedly feeling much better.”

“I do feel better,” Theo replied with a half-hearted smile and a small shrug.

“Yet, you remain in bed.” Loki stepped into the room, soft smile slowly shifting into a hint of a frown as his brows pinched together.

“I…” Theo faltered, unable to whip up some clever excuse or diversion. “Yeah, I’m still in bed.”

Loki perched himself at the edge of the mattress, shoulders tensing as Theo finally sat up in response. He watched, only looking more worried as Theo slid back to lean on the headboard, drawing her blankets up before looking back at him and forcing a smile.

“Is something the matter?” Loki seemed hesitant as he asked, searching Theo’s eyes for some unknown validation. “You seem quite distant. Have I done something wrong?”

“No!” Theo blurted out the answer without thinking, frantically shaking her head with enough vigor that Loki startled. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly before continuing. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. If anything, I should be apologizing to you for the other night – it’s embarrassing that you had to deal with me when I was like that.”

Loki’s expression softened, and his shoulders relaxed a bit at the answer, though it wasn’t quite the level of ease that Theo had grown used to. “Why would you apologize?”

“Because you didn’t deserve for me to have a nuclear meltdown and to be stuck dealing with the aftermath,” Theo replied. “We give each other shit and joke around and talk about books - you didn’t sign up for me having a nuclear scale meltdown or picking my dumbass off the floor and making sure I was alright when it was my own damn fault that I felt awful to begin with. Honestly, I wasn’t sure you’d even want to look at me after that - I was a mess.”

As Loki listened to Theo’s explanation, his shoulders continued to relax, while the gentle smile from earlier made its return.

Before Loki replied, a quiet laugh – barely more than a puff of air – snuck out. “You forget who my brother is; he has most assuredly forced me to tolerate much worse, for far less noble reasons.”

“Puking out his guts and bawling his eyes out about a breakup with no explanation, then taking over your bed and preventing you from getting any sleep while getting his sweat and probably some vomit on it?” Theo skeptically challenged, narrowing her eyes at Loki.

He laughed, hiding his smile behind one hand as he shook his head. “Darling, when it comes to Thor, that wouldn’t even break the top 100.”

“I’m not sure I believe you, but alright,” Theo conceded; Loki’s answers had eased a bit of her embarrassment, but she wasn’t entirely over the discomfort. “Either way, thanks– for the other night, and for not making me feel worse about it afterwards.”

“Of course,” Loki answered like he had been thanked for something simple like handing Theo a pencil, not dropping everything to be there for Theo when she completely fell apart. He opened his mouth to speak, paused for a moment, then added: “Has it occurred to you that you give all your time, compassion, and energy to caring for others in their time of need, without judgment, yet you refuse to consider that others might wish to do the same for you?”

Theo, caught off guard by Loki’s observation, laughed nervously.

“That’s a conversation for my therapist.” She tried to make it sound like a joke, hoping that Loki would get the hint to drop the subject for the moment.

“Are there other matters that keep you confined to your bed, or are those only discussed with your therapist?” Loki tried, infusing a similarly lighthearted tone to his question.

Knowing Loki, he’d figure it out sooner or later; no use in delaying the inevitable.

“I’m not ready for the questions and comments about Chris,” Theo admitted, staring down at her hands as she wrung them in her lap. “Or the pity looks that come with getting dumped. Or people’s reactions to learning I literally made myself sick from magic.”

The bed shifted beneath Theo; she looked up to find Loki moving to sit beside her, intentionally leaning over to bump her shoulder with his.

“You’re not the first Avenger to endure heartbreak - the others know well enough to let you address the matter on your terms. Though I will say, Romanoff and Maximoff have an arsenal of insipid - truly, downright asinine romantic comedies ready for when you want to partake in your quote-unquote girl’s night.” Loki chuckled to himself as he continued: “Additionally, Belova and Barnes have started a competition of who can come up with the most overly-elaborate revenge schemes; I’m certain they would love to indulge you if you’re feeling particularly spiteful. Even Rogers has contributed an idea or two.”

The thought of Steve, of all people, proposing a revenge plot coaxed a real laugh out of Theo, which in turn widened Loki’s grin.

“As for the rest of Midgard, they are not even aware you were ill; they simply think you’ve been occupied with matters related to the Avengers, and far too busy with truly important work to concern yourself with a pathetic Midgardian who could not even show you the respect of ending the relationship face-to-face.” Loki added, his tone shifting to downright disgust as he described Chris.

“You sound pissed at him…” Theo commented, not sure what to make of Loki’s sudden shift in temper.

“I will admit, I may have assisted in the development of a few of Barnes and Belova’s revenge fantasies.” Just like that, Loki returned to his usually clever self, offering Theo an impish grin to accompany his wry remark. “But we need not discuss further, if you wish.”

“Maybe later.” Without thinking, Theo let her head tilt to the side, resting on Loki’s shoulder; the conversation with Loki had alleviated some of her worries, enough to make her reconsider the decision to stay in bed. “A change of scenery would be nice.”

Loki turned to Theo; with the angle of her head upon his shoulder, Theo could feel Loki’s satisfied grin as it curled over his lips.

“I knew you wouldn’t stay hidden away for long,” Loki murmured, his breath a comforting warmth upon Theo’s scalp. He sat up and away from the headboard, rising effortlessly from the bed before offering a hand to Theo and helping her to her feet. His hand found a place on the small of her back as they walked through Theo’s suite, reminding Theo of all the other times Loki naturally looked out for her, all the while never making her feel uncomfortable or guilty about it. It struck her that for so long, Loki was seen as a bad person because of past events, but the reality was that anyone would be lucky to have him as a friend - Theo certainly felt lucky to have him looking out for her.

Just before they reached the door, Theo turned to Loki and threw her arms around him, hugging him tight.

A small grunt of surprise came from Loki, though he returned the gesture without missing a beat.

“I know I said it before, but really - thank you,” Theo tried to explain herself as she leaned away, cheeks heating up at how basic she sounded. “As embarrassing as the whole meltdown thing was, I’m glad you were the one there to help me through it.”

Loki leaned away as well, a sheepish smile on his face as he replied:

“I’m glad I was, too.”

Tell me, would you put your money on me? Count it - one, two, three Both of us are trouble with a capital “T” But you're safe with me I wanna know baby, would you count on me? 'Cause I'd bet on you, baby, that's easy money That's easy money

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Author’s Note: Hello friends!

I'm trying something new - author's notes at the end of the chapter instead of the beginning.

Last week had all of the hurt, this week has lots of comfort and soft fluff. And Sam and Bucky being Sam and Bucky. 😂🥰

Here’s the deal: I’m about to head into the busiest time of year for work (between the 18th and 29th of March, I will not have any days off and will clock about 120 hours of in-person meetings and events - that isn’t including things that I need to finish independently); in addition, my capstone and independent study report for my master’s are due on April 19th, followed by my master’s portfolio on April 26th.

Over spring break I tried to write ahead as much as possible, but I haven’t made the progress I was hoping to make. As it is, this chapter is just sliding in before the end of the night. With that in mind, I’m hoping to sneak a chapter out once I have the chance to flex some time at work in a few weeks, but in the absolute worst case scenario, that first weekend in May is reading period for my students and when my schedule completely clears out, so I’ll definitely be able to share something then! Anyways, thanks for your patience, and hope you enjoy <3 reblogs are always appreciated, and lmk if you want to be added to the tag list!

#loki #loki fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #marvel #mcu fanfiction #loki x oc fanfiction #loki fluff #loki comfort #loki slow burn #friends to lovers #Avengers AU #wemtbb #when everything's made to be broken #loki fanfic #loki odinson #loki angst

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Sunday Rituals

Summary: Spencer’s headaches return at the most inconvenient time. Right before the date he finally secured with Y/N. His mind clouded with pain and them being called away to a case, will he be able to apologize and still get the girl?

Content: Spencer Reid x Reader, Reader uses she/her pronouns, Y/N, bau!reader, Fluff, slightly angsty

Part two "Books and Bagels"

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READERS POV

I always loved Sundays. As a kid, it meant Sunday night dinners with my family. My Grandma cooked tons of delicious food and my cousins came over. After eating, we al cuddled together to watch movies on the couch. Now, since I moved away to Quantico, I don’t get to attend the weekly dinners, but I tried to substitute the feeling they gave me with a weekly ritual of my own.

A coffee and a bagel.

Each Sunday morning I walk to the bagel place on the corner of my street, and with my food secured I continue to my favorite cafe. It was owned by a sweet older lady and her husband. I had spoken to her a few times since becoming a regular there. Her husband was once a literary professor at Georgetown University, which is why the back walls were lined with tons of books. It always smelled like freshly brewed coffee and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. They had an outdoor patio filled with flowers, and seating, inside was a variety of tables and chairs as well as couches. It was perfect.

And I knew Spencer would think so too.

Well, he would if he showed up.

I had waited at the doors of the bagel place for 15 minutes, but Spencer was never late. Then I figured maybe I got the plan wrong, he did have a perfect memory it’s not like he could have forgotten about our date. So I got my bagel and walked to the coffee shop alone, thinking we could have said to meet there. But again, I saw no sight of Spencer. Coffee in hand I sat at one of the tables lining the sidewalk out front. My eyes searched the street, but to no avail. No Spencer. He wasn’t coming.

My phone buzzed then, a group text from Garcia.

‘911 case to debrief, sorry my fine fabulous friends I have to cut your weekend short. Hotch said don’t worry about getting ready or anything and come straight in you’ll have time to go home before the plane but we need to run a threat analysis ASAP. Much love, see you guys soon.’

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SPENCER’S POV

I was woken up by the text from Garcia, my mind still aching slightly from the migraine that plagued me for the last few days. I was thankful it let up while I slept, not wanting to have dealt with it during a high-profile case like this.

I got ready quickly, getting to the BAU not more than 20 minutes after her text. I walked out of the elevator just as Garcia was walking down the hall. She let out a squeal, speeding up to grab my arm and pull me to the side before I could walk in. She looked at me with a wide smile and I wondered what could possibly make her so happy at a time like this. But the corner of her mouth dropped a bit before she asked,

“Where’s Y/n?” She looked at me expectantly and my brows furrowed.

“Um I’m not sure, she should be here soon.” She must have sensed my confusion at her questioning so she spoke up again.

Shrugging, “I just figured you would have come together. So, how did it go? Oh gosh please tell me it went well, I have been rooting for you two cuties since she joined our team!” I searched my mind for what she could be talking about, she just stood there looking at me expectantly.

“Garcia, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Her face dropped and I felt my heart beat pick up speed, why was she questioning me about Y/N? Was she ok? What am I missing?

She looked at me baffled, “Spencer, you and Y/N were meant to have a date this morning. Please, please tell me you didn’t forget.”

My stomach dropped to the floor as it all came rushing back to me. The bagel, the coffee, how excited she was to include me in her Sunday ritual, and how excited I was she agreed to go out with me. My mouth opened but I struggled to speak. The elevator dinged and I spun away from Garcia. Heart deflating at the sight of Y/N walking out. She looked beautiful. Her (h/c) hair was tied half back with a ribbon, a blue sundress clung and flowed perfectly off her body, a cardigan dawning her shoulders. But she also looks defeated. Her shoulders hung forward, eyes down as she walked. She looked up briefly, smiling at Garcia before looking at me with a look almost unreadable. But I saw the hint of disappointment, disappointment in me.

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SPENCER’S POV

LATER THAT WEEK

5 days and a serial bomber later, I had still not spoken to Y/N. Not to say I didn’t try, she simply ignored me every time I tried to speak to her and avoided me when I tried to approach her. I had gotten close once during the case when she got stuck with me driving her back to the hotel at night.

“Y/N I have to explain and apologize I-” My tone almost pleaded

“No.”

My breath stopped and I looked away from the road quickly to see her. She kept her eyes strictly forward. I had to get her to understand, I had to make her know I didn’t mean to hurt her.

“I never meant to-” I tried once more, but she cut me off again.

“I said no. We are here to work, and until that man is caught, I can’t be concerned with any other thoughts. Maybe when we get back, I will consider hearing you out.” Her eyes never strayed front the road in front of us as she spoke.

With that, I shut up. I would rather take my chances with her talking to me after the case than risk her never speaking to me again.

I didn’t bother her on the plane, she always listened to music while we flew. I was always curious about what she was listening to. It was now Thursday night, and to make up for cutting our weekend short and for all our good work. Hotch let us off until Monday.

I knew she didn’t want to speak to me, but I couldn’t have her mad at me for the rest of the weekend. So I was a light evil when I trapped her in the elevator with me, sneaking in just before the doors closed. She looked at me and scoffed, eyes then trained on the elevator doors while I kept my body facing her. I winced at how visibly upset she was with me and struggled with how to start my explanation. Maybe she didn’t want it, maybe this would only make things worse, maybe- Y/N leaned forward and pressed the button to stop the elevator.

“Go. Explain. Apologize. Whatever you were meaning to say do it now.” It shocked me, but I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity she granted me.

“For the past 6 weeks, I have been getting on and off migraines. They last for days at a time and I’ve been to multiple doctors and no one can find a medical explanation as to why. Last Thursday another one started and it worsened Saturday evening before finally letting up in my sleep. I was in so much pain I couldn’t think, I couldn't even read, It was truly a horrible day off- but anyway not the point, the point is I forgot about our date and I’m devastated I did. I was so excited that I was finally going out with you and I am so, so, sorry Y/N. I like you so much, and I beg you to please let me make it up to you.”

A beat of silence passed. All that was heard was my exasperated breathing from not taking a breath while taking. I tried to accept that she wouldn’t forgive me.

“A-are you ok now? Your migraine I mean, did it come back? Are you feeling ok?” Her voice was timid, and my eyes went wide to hear her speak.

“Yeah uh yeah I’m feeling better. I got prescribed medication from a doctor's appointment I had Saturday morning that’s been helping a lot. They still don’t know what's causing them but it's better than nothing.” She turned to face me as I spoke but she was looking down at her feet.

“I’m sorry you were in pain.” My heart chipped, everything I did and she’s still concerned for me. She was the kindest, most considerate person I knew, and it also made her an amazing agent.

“I’m sorry that I caused you any pain,” I admitted. Her beautiful (e/c) eyes locked onto mine then.

“I forgive you.” My mood skyrocketed at her words.

“Really?”

She shuffled her feet somewhat nervously, “ Yes. It sounds like a mistake and you didn’t intentionally stand me up.” Her lips pulled into a little smirk, “You can still make it up to me though.”

“Of course anything, whatever you want.”

Time seemed to slow as she stepped closer to me. Her hands found my forearms and she raised onto her toes to assist in bringing each other to eye level. I held my breath as her eyes flitted to my lips, mine doing the same. They looked pinkish and shiny and as she leaned forward and gently attached her lips to mine I understood why. The flavor of cherry rushed through my senses, my hands going to her waist as hers went to my neck, drawing each other closer. It was soft and passionate and everything I could have imagined and more. As we disconnected, our foreheads stayed touching. I felt her breathing against me and I never wanted her to be anywhere but this close to me. We both smiled as our eyes found each other again.

“You free Sunday?”

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Read part two to find out how their date went!

Part Two "Books and Bagels"

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Sweet Ambrosia ● Sanji x Reader

I started to roll from side to side on my hammock. Both Robin and Nami breathed peacefully as they slept and that was annoying to me since i couldn't sleep at all and my head was starting to hurt.

I get up from the hammock just on my shorts and tanktop. The boat was silent so I would assume that none of the guys were up at this time in the night. As i got closer to the kitchen the smell of rosemary and boiling meat was apparent and the sound of softly clicking pans was also coming from it.

I open the door right away seeing Sanji without a shirt off and a apron folded and wrapped lazily around his waist as he chopped up some carrots.

" Hey love, awake at this time? Is everything okay? " He asks worried as he observes me up and down and stops chopping the carrots in front of him.

" I have a migraine and can't sleep. " I affirm as I walk towards the table and sit on one of the stools that faces him.

I observed as he nodded at my words and hummed something to himself as he turned around to look around in the upper cupboards. My eyes couldn't stop lingering and observing as every defined muscle on his back and arms twitched as he roomed around in the cupboards.

I have seen Zoro, Usopp and Luffy many times without a shirt off on hot days during our travels but Sanji would always have his shirt on and just fold his shirt sleeves to over his elbows. I have never saw him like this.

" What are you doing? " I ask and Sanji turns around with a jar filled with tea leaves.

" I'm going to make you some tea love, it help with the migraines. " He explains.

Sanji then smiles brightly at me and proceeds to pick up the kettle and fills it with water before putting it in the stove top and turning it on with matches. He then takes a cigarette out of his pants pocket and lights it on the stove top.

He turns around and understands that I'm watching him as he pulls drags out of his cigarette and leans against the counter looking back at me.

" Normally there's no one at the kitchen at this time, me and Luffy kind of come here to have a midnight snack sometimes. " I affirm with a smile and Sanji laughs as he let's the smoke float in between his lips.

" I have noticed before, you and Luffy are pretty close. Is there something between you two?" He asks as he looks at me with a curious expression.

" It's normal that we are close, he was the one that saved me and bought me here after all. And you, why are you awake? " I ask.

" I couldn't sleep, so i decided to get ahead for tomorrows lunch. " Sanji claims before putting the cigarette between his lips again.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him, he was so different, not like other times, this time he was relaxed and his blue eyes looked profoundly at me that i almost feel like i could melt. The kettle starts to make a noise and Sanji quickly squishes his cigarrete against the counter before walking towards the kettle and taking it out of the stove.

He pours some water over the leaves and then looks up at me before picking up the tea cup and walking in my direction. I observed as he walked in my direction seeing how the light illuminated every muscle on his bare skin as he walked.

" Liking what you are seeing, love? " He asks in a profound whisper as he smirks at me and puts the tea cup in front of me on the table.

" Hum hum. " I murmur with a smile as I look up at him and nod.

Sanji's cheeks quickly emerge into a pink tint has his taken aback by my response. I also try to hide my pink face as i pick up the tea cup with both hands and try to hide my face behind it. Did that really just come out my mouth?

I touch my lips to the tea and quickly put it on the table again as I feel it burn my skin. Sanji leans against the table beside me, observing me next to him. I could feel his eyes analysing my features. Fuck it.

I quickly get up in one go and Sanji looks at me confused as I quickly put one hand on his neck and smash our lips together abruptly. He doesn't react and I feel his body stiff up under my touch before pulling away. His eyes looked at me surprised has i took my hand away.

" Oh fuck, I'm sorry…I'm sorry. " I start to exclaim as I look down on my feet embarrassed.

But just as quickly I feel Sanji's hand against my waist as he pulls me close to him and lifts my face with his other hand to entangle our lips together. This time it was soft before he closed the gap between our hips and quickly stuck his tongue inside my mouth which I gladly went with feeling the passionate tension between us getting stronger.

" Do you even know for how long, i have wanted to do this? " He whispers after pulling our kiss apart and holding each side of my face as he looked sincerely to my eyes.

My hands find it's way to his chest as I run my fingers down his skin. I lean against him, kissing his exposed neck and feeling his hands on each side of my waist. I quickly take his hand of my waist as I start to trail my kisses down to his collarbone and then his neck.

Listening to his breathing getting heavier as I stopped at his belly button and observed his hand in each side of him gripping at the edge of the table he was leaning against. I lay on my knees in front of him and his eyes look at me lustfully from above as my hands hold into his hips.

" Let me suck you off. " I whisper and Sanji closes his eyes for a second before putting his hand bellow my chin making me look at his face.

" Do you really want that love? " He asks.

" Let me make you feel good. " I whisper as I kiss his hand that was holding my face.

Sanji takes off his apron that falls right in front of me, making me realise the huge budge that was already picking through his pants. I quickly start to unbuckle Sanji's belt and take it out of his pants. I unbutton his pants and pull his pants and boxers down being greeted by his already hard dick right in front of my face. I softly put my hands on each side of his waist pushing him softly to sit on the edge of the table.

I take the pants and boxers out of his ankles throwing them behind me. I hold his hard dick, audibly hearing a hitched sound coming from him as I do. I look up at him making eye contact with him as I start to suck at his tip.

Sanji's eyes quickly close at the sensation as he rolls his head back and grips at the table edge on each side of his legs. I slowly start to lick and suck around his staff as I take his whole length inside of me.

I feel his hands holding each side of my head and running his fingers through my hair pulling at them softly. I look at him seeing his eyes barely open of the pleasure I was giving him as I fastened the pace of my sucking.

" You are absolutely stunning, love. " He affirms in between breaths as he leans his head back again.

I keep going faster and faster has a I feel his dick starting to pulse I start to lick his head and quickly feel his hands pulling stronger at my hair.

" Ah fuck. " He grunts and I look up at him, as he starts to pet my cheek.

I silently nod at him as I look him in the eyes and quickly feel him cumming inside of my mouth as he throws his head back with a moan. I keep sucking his head softly shallowing all of his liquid as I feel his hands petting my hair.

I stop and he looks at me breathless for some minutes in silence observing my face as I stood on my knees in front of him.

" Come here. " He whispers.

I get up and he does the same quickly pulling for a passionate kiss. We pull away and he quickly turns me around and pins me over the table. His lips find their to my neck that he nibbles at before lifting my shirt I feel his hands lingering over my sides as he looks at my body.

" You are so incredibly beautiful. " He whispers before planting kiss all over my chest, belly and waist.

My fingers find it's way in between his hair as his soft lips start to suck at my nipples. His hands linger over my shorts waistband before he looks up at me.

" Can I make you feel good, back? " He whispers and I quickly nod before he pulls my shorts down with my panties quickly following.

I feel his hands on each side of my thighs softly squeezing at them as he plants kisses on my waist and then trails them to my inner thighs making feel goose pumps as I felt his hot breath against my skin.

" Stop teasing me. " I whine as I pull slightly at his hair and feel him smile against my inner thigh before planting a kiss there.

" Your orders, love. " He whispers with a laugh.

I quickly feel his mouth against my folds as he lips start to suck at them and his hands find their to my waist as he starts to lick in between my folds making me swing my hips up against him and pull at his hair.

" Hum, you taste so good. " He whispers against my tight and I look down to see his eyes sparkling as he looks up at me. " This is how I imagine the Sweet Ambrosia of the gods, would taste like."

I feel one of his finger inside of me making me moan at the surprise has he started licking at my folds again making me thrust my hips to match the movement of his fingers. I feel his lips touch my clitoris and a big grunt leaves my lips has I arch my back and pull at his hair.

" Hum, found it. " Sanji whispers with a slight proud laugh while still thrusting with his fingers on just the right spot and sucking my clitoris.

" Sanjiiii. " I let out in a moan as he keeps going. " I want you. "

Sanji quickly stops and gets up from between my legs to tower over me and plant me the most passionate kiss ever. I feel his hard dick pocking at my entrance and I quickly wrap my legs around his waist and pull him against me feeling his member enter me as we kissed.

He lets out a grunt breaking the kiss and throws his head back at the sensation before moving his hips. My whole body started to emerge in goose pumps has i felt him move inside of me and his breath tinkled my face has he looked at me biting my bottom lip with semi closed eyes.

" Please love, let me hear how good i make you feel. " Sanji whispers against my neck has he fastens his speed making me hold into his back and dig my nails into his skin.

I quickly relax and moan against his lips. A smirk appears in his lips as he observes me closely and gives me a small kiss before releasing a ungodly moan that himself was holding. I take my hands to his hair taking him out of his sweaty face so I could observe his aroused expression has he looked back at me.

" God, you are so beautiful. " He whispers back at me as he closes his eyes and tilts his head back as he keeps thrusting his hips.

A wild fire starts to spread over my body as goose pumps start to emerge all over my skin, I tighten my legs around his waist has he lowers down to kiss me. I quickly break the kiss and let go a moan has he keeps going.

" Sanji, I… I .. " I exclaims between moans and he nods at my words.

His thrusts get deeper and violent. My nails digging deeper into his back as our bodies got hotter and hotter from the friction. Before i knew i started to feel this feeling of arousal getting over me has I looked at Sanji and heard him moan my name.

" Ah fuck, Sanji. " I moan has I can't take it anymore.

I feel my thighs shaking in between his hands has a complete feeling of release takes over me and he pulls out with a grunt has he holds the tip of his dick Cumming into his hand. He quickly picks a rag out of a drawer and cleans his hand.

I sit on the tip of the table looking at him. He notices and walks in my direction and holds both sides of my head before planting a tender slow kiss on my lips which he lingers with his eyes closed before pulling away and looking back at me.

" I bet the migraine is gone now, love. " He whispers and I smile before nudging him on his arm making him laugh.

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