#like quadruple cheeked up

[helluvapoison]

Saw your preening hcs!!! They're so cute, I love the way you write!!!

How about the same characters helping a reader preen their wings? That would be so awesome :3333

Lend A Helping Hand

Lucifer, Adam, Lute, Vaggie and Husk help reader with preening

warnings: possible innacurate bird knowledge, heaven headcanons (also probably innacurate) illusions to sexual behavior but it’s not

[i]

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˚✧₊⁎ Lucifer ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Seeing you uncomfortable physically hurts him, he has a knee jerk reaction to clutch his heart

• Lucifer’s preemptive when it comes to you, checking your wings around the same time he feels his wings molt

• Dramatically smacks a hand to his forehead, “I can’t believe I didn’t notice! Shit! Oh, duckie, I’m so sorry.”

• Praises you the whole way through, like you’re undergoing a dangerous surgery while wide awake

• Obscenely gentle when handling your wings

• You’ll receive only the utmost care from him!

• That being said, he gets distracted towards the end. Petting your feathers, admiring their color

• “You’re so prett—pretty feathers! You have pretty feathers! Aha.” Lucifer’s nervous chuckle fades as he focuses once more

• He’s more than thorough, quadruple checking his work and asking if you feel better yet

• (Tell him he did a good— no, a great job)

• “A thousand times better, thank you,”

• “Just a thousand?” Lucifer grins cheekily

• “Alright, alright, a million. And here I was worried you’d get a big head over it.”

˚✧₊⁎ Adam ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• “Sucks, amiright?” His voice lacks any sympathy.

You’re sure if you looked, he’d be wearing that punchable smirk

“Go. Away.”

“Yikes, tense much?”

Normally you had more patience than this. Today you were in no mood, whipping around and shooting him a deadly glare

“Adam!”

• Surrendering his hands, Adam turns and leaves, swearing that would be the end of it until your bitchiness subsided

• It’s not like it bothers him to see your nose scrunch in pain or dragging your hands down your face in irritation

• He blames you for turning him into a liar

• “If you make it weird—!”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll hit me or something. Try being original next time. Now shut up so I can help you. Fuck, you’re just as bad as Lute.”

• Adam is eerily silent. In the mirror you can see his tongue poking out in concentration

• He’s uncharacteristically soft when handling your feathers

• “There,” He dusts his hands together, “Now you can’t say Adam never did nothin’ for you.”

• Fucking flabbergasted when you thank him. Outloud. Oh, you’re never living this down

˚✧₊⁎ Lute ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Treats the matter like an inconvenience, a chore that just has to be done

• “If I don’t help you, we’ll never get back on schedule,” Lute’s tone leaves no room for arguments

• Her hands shoving into your shoulders and forcing you to sit before her

• Despite this, her touch alone is mercy on your wings

• You didn’t know she knew the meaning of the word gentle until now

• Lute is diligent in all she does

• For the briefest, most minuscule of moments she thinks she has a grasp on sin. As innocent as it is, she’s not supposed to be helping you

• She won’t let you ruin her reputation

• She doesn’t dare let her fingertips linger on your feathers (no matter how loudly they sing to her)

• Lute acts as if you’ve burned her when she’s done

• “Thank—“ She’s already storming away, cheeks glowing red. From anger, embarrassment or other, you’ll not find out today, “—you.”

˚✧₊⁎ Vaggie ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Honestly, she wasn’t going to offer at first

• Vaggie would prefer to forget about her time in Heaven altogether and helping you with your wings proves triggering, though not so terrible she can’t

• Not when the need to help outweighs her guilt

• You look so damn pitiful!

• “Here, hold still,” Vaggie sighs softly as she approaches

• She waits for you to go relax and accept the offer hanging in the air before touching your wings

• Vaggie’s touch is sweet and hesitant, almost treating your feathers like you’re made of porcelain

• “You ok?” She asks as she twists her fingers around the hardened shell, breaking the pin feather

• You smile at her over your shoulder, “Yeah. You’re much better at this than me.”

• Vaggie breathes out a light laugh, “I’ve had more practice. It’s… easier with someone else too, I guess.”

• Significantly less nervous when she’s done

•Next time, she’ll definitely offer her assistance sooner

˚✧₊⁎ Husk ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• He startles you, making you jump when you thought you were alone

• Husk, although he’ll deny it to his double death, made it his job to pay attention to people he cares about

• Watching you walk around uncomfortable, teetering the edge of all too familiar pain was hard to ignore

• “I know those things can be a real bitch.” He points with the bottle he’s holding

• “Are you trying to be sympathetic or stating a fact?”

• “I’ve been around the block a few times,” Husk shrugs, “And I might be offering my services if you need ‘em. Not just good for listening.”

• He almost regrets it when you immediately accept. He looks at his claws, tainted by alcohol and who knows what else, then your wings

• Washes his hands before. Which strikes you as odd because you’ve seen him use a dirty rag to clean glasses at the bar

• He might be qualified but surely you have someone more deserving willing to help you? Someome nicer, someone cleaner, someone better than him?

• Husk isn’t complaining! It’s just his inner thoughts making his hands tremble

• “I owe you a drink for this,” You say sweetly

• Husk hums out a laugh, “Nah. It’s my pleasure,”

~

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ thank you so mochi, friend! i’m glad you liked them, you read my mind too and gave me an excuse to write these hehe

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[literallydontknowdontcare]

Horny Bedtimes

[FNAF Movie] Vanessa x Fem!Reader

a/n: the first and third part of this fic is in first person, second part isn’t because it’s Vanessa viewing you, lmk if it's weird. Also the title is cringe so ignore that LOL I'm so uncreative pls :')

Content/Warnings: fluff, smut (soft), top!Vanessa, bottom!femreader, established relationship, implied consent given beforehand, Vanessa coming home late so she fucks reader in her sleep to make up for it

w/c: 1339

I looked out the window. Nothing. I glance to my side to read the clock that blares ‘23:48’. Vanessa was late in getting back home for the third time this week in a row. I was starting to forget how she looked, how she sounded when she first wakes up. How she would reply sparingly to my rants before we went to bed because she was too busy brushing her hands through my hair or softly dragging her fingers down my stomach. I sigh, annoyed but not surprised. Being an officer meant either an 8-hour roster or a 12-hour roster; lately, it seemed like Vanessa was getting more 12-hour shifts than anything.

I pout at my blank phone. She hadn’t even *read* the message. I swallowed the rest of the red wine in the glass and made my way to the bedroom, anxious. Though we had been dating for half a year already, I never wanted to seem like the clingy girlfriend. I mean, sure, I’d act as Vanessa's good little housewife by preparing all her foods so she didn’t have to run on coffee whilst on her shifts, as well as decorating our shared apartment we got one month after dating, but that was just because all girl relationships move quickly. Still, I couldn’t help double- triple- quadruple texting her and demanding her to return home.

I bit my lip as I changed out of her brown sweater, groaning at the deep scent of vanilla she used. Naked, I glance across at both of our closets in search of something to wear to please her. I debate over putting on an oversized tee and calling it a day when an idea strikes me.

I get into bed instead of changing. The clock now read 12 a.m. on the dot. If she can’t stick to the time she says she’ll be back, it’s on her for missing out.

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Vanessa quietly moved throughout her shared home with you, placing her keys on a placement instead of the counter in case it disturbed you. She, admittedly, had forgotten her phone at her office and only realized how much deep shit she was in when she came back from her patrol, reading 24 messages and 5 missed calls all dating back an hour ago. She didn’t take off her police jacket and belt immediately as she usually did; instead, she made a beeline for the bedroom door.

As she creaked it open, her heart skipped a beat when she saw the top of your head deep in her pillow, your hair softly falling onto her side of the bed. She watched from a distance as she listened to your breathing, smiling to herself as you twitched and changed your position. The movement caused the sheet to fall off your collar and be caught by the top of your breasts.

Vanessa's breath hitched. She walked towards you and slowly pulled down the bedsheet, revealing your naked body. Swallowing, she moved the hair out of your face and glanced at your parted lips and blushed cheeks.

“All this for me, huh”, she sighed, caressing your stomach. She moved her hands up, carefully watching in case you woke up, and began working on your breasts. She squeezed and pulled on them, her eyes twinkling from the way you shuddered in your sleep.

“You're feeling this in your dream, poor baby”, she murmured, standing up to change into something more comfortable. Vanessa returned to you after placing her badge on the bedside table and ran her fingers from your inner thighs straight to your folds. Her gaze burned into your pussy, grinning as the tips of her fingers swirling around your clit caused you to jolt. Your breathing had become more rapid as she started to ease them into your entrance. The more she pumped, the louder a squelching sound was emitted. She stared at your resting face as it became more twisted and hungry, mentally burning the image of you like this into her mind. She toyed with your wet pussy, laughing darkly as she tried to fight your walls pulling her fingers back in whenever she pretended to remove them.

“I know, I know”, she said, “This isn’t much fun. You’ve waited so long for me, haven’t you?”. Vanessa leaned in and brushed her lips over your mouth.

“I think you deserve a reward”

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I licked my mouth, then frowned. “What the-”, I thought, feeling something hard swirl around my lips. As I tried to lick it again to determine what it was, I felt my lips being parted and what felt like two long fingers slowly emerge into my mouth. My brain still foggy, I couldn’t make out anything except a voice drifting me away from my dream, holding me down to reality. I sucked complicity whilst I felt someone shift above me. As I was becoming more aware, I became acutely informed that my stomach felt like it was on fire and my thighs were sticky.

Opening my eyes, my vision landed on the outline of a blonde woman moving one hand rapidly between my pussy and her other hand being removed from my mouth.

“Hi”, she purred. My eyelashes fluttered. “Vanessa?”, I question. Before she could answer, I suddenly gasp and arch my back, feeling overwhelmed from the sudden gain of feeling as she was practically fisting me; four fingers were being forced into me at a brutal pace whilst a thumb was applying pressure on my clit.

I shut my eyes, crying out Vanessa's name over and over. “Too much?” she asked gently, sucking on my neck as I switch between grinding against her hand and trying to push it away. I shook my head, taking deep breaths at the abruptness of being fingered after just waking up.

She pulled her head away from me. Fuck, she looked absolutely sinful at this angle. Her lips were plump and her eyes looked animalistic. I met her eyes through my lashes, trying my best to keep them over. She trailed one of her fingers across my lips before leaning forward and biting down. I choked back a sob I was unable to hold it in anymore. She quickly broke apart from my lips, sensing this, and asked, “Do you want to cum like this? Or do you want my tongue?”. I whimper. Vanessa grabbed my face. “Answer”.

“Tongue”, I manage to reply shyly.

She quickly pulled out of my pussy, causing it to spasm, and crashed her face against it. I stop moaning and throw my head back, my mouth left in a silent ‘o’ shape, as she spits and laps up my pussy. Juices dribble from my cunt to her jaw, my legs shaking as I approach my orgasm.

“Vanessa- FUCK, I’m close”, I yelp, grabbing onto her ponytail and pushing her further into my wet pussy. She wraps her hands comfortingly around my thighs and sucks on my clit so harshly that all I see are stars. My vision turns completely white as I come hard on her face, gasping for breath as I go limp.

She laps at my fluid, stopping to let in a breath. She moves her head up to mine and smiles as I moan at the taste of my cum when we kiss. Groaning into my mouth, she breaks apart and rubs my thighs supportingly. “Water?”, she asks, not waiting for an answer and she grabs a bottle off a nearby table and brings it to me.

I sit up, sipping lightly before flopping back down. Vanessa waits a few seconds before cleaning me up. I stare at her as she finishes up, pouting when she grabs my hand to kiss it lovingly.

“I still don’t forgive you”

Vanessa arched her brow. “Yeah? What about now?”, she peppered my face with kisses, giggling as I squealed.

“Maybe a little more now”

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[batteryeatery]

Aki Hayakawa bf headcannons

m.list!!

cw: F!reader, she’s shorter than him, sliiightly suggestive moment .. MDNI

Sigh he’s… really good at being a boyfriend. He’s intimidating but sweet all at the same time.

He loves a nice passenger princess and loathes sitting beside you while you drive. Not that he doesn’t trust you, just… your technique behind the wheel has him stressed. 

“No no please don’t merge now i'm not sure if— woah, okay that was close now just— noo stop we don’t turn here! Baby do you not know the—check the — okay pull over actually! It’s okay I can drive! It’s fine, please let me drive.” 

He calls you a menace to the streets 😔 

He likes to go to concerts and house shows with you. Ugh he loves an indie punk mosh pit for sure. He doesn’t seem like he’s that into it in the moment—maybe listening with a little head nod while his hands remain secured around your waist, glaring at people who shove into you, but you can tell in the flush of his cheeks and lit up eyes that he’s thoroughly enjoying his night. 

He has the advantage of always seeing the stage with his height, something you say he takes for granted when some equally tall guy decides to stand directly in front of you. But Aki has enough audacity to nudge you both in front of any perpetrators whenever your vision is blocked.

Lest we forget… this man has no manners! To most people, Aki can be direct to the point of rudeness—his demeanor could even be described as harsh. 

Especially when it concerns his sweet little girlfriend. He doesn’t fuck around when it comes to you. He’s protective. He cares about your comfort and safety before anyone else’s and isn’t afraid to hurt feelings that aren’t yours. 

Not that he doesn’t know you can stick up for yourself—he respects your ability to handle most situations. But he also knows when you shouldn’t have to handle it yourself. If somebody at the bar won’t stop grabbing your arm and you’re uncomfortable, Aki will be the one to tell them to back the fuck off. 

If some man makes a joke about your outfit being slutty, Aki will be the one to back hand him across the face! He knows you could have done it but it’s nothing you needed to mess up your nails over. 

He’s cute in little ways you wouldn’t expect. For example, you didn’t imagine when you first met him that this 6’4” cigarette-smoking death machine was into cartoons and animation but damn!! He is. 

He’ll watch wholesome shows with you like sailor moon with the straightest face, looking bored out of his mind with his arm over your shoulder, then turn to you when it’s over like “that was delightful :)” 

He has a small trinket and keepsake collection <3. And he’s not embarrassed about it. He will shamelessly steal a little frog keychain he finds under the seat in his uber and place it on his night stand beside his miniature Radio Flyer wagon and the light blue rock you found for him. The rock supposedly looks like his eyes, he thought the gesture was cute. 

He wants to match his jewelry with yours. Lets you pick out the earrings you want and asks you to get him a pair too, sliding his credit card into your hand while he looks at watches through the glass at the store. 

He knows they’ll be nice and look good on him—he trusts your taste and style recommendations explicitly—but he also wants to match because it makes him feel more connected with you. 

He’s a touch possessive. He likes to be reminded you’re his. And he’s yours. He wants you wearing his clothes, he wants you borrowing his cologne, and he’d never admit it but he likes when you leave the house with love bites on your neck. 

Not that you mind—honestly he’s earned the right to possession after taking such good care of you all the time. 

It took you a while to get through your pretty head that Aki likes helping and caring for you. 

Like he’s into it if you’re needy… triple and quadruple texting, calling him to ask for rides, pouting if you can’t hold his hand… you make him feel valued.

But even when you’re not needy he enjoys going out of his way to make your life easier. 

He’ll do your dishes when you don’t ask, make your bed, give massages. You don’t have to mention it. 

“Noo you don’t have to do my laundry Aki, I swear. You surpassed your chore limit today like, long ago.” He’ll retrieve the towel he used to dry dishes and be like I needed to wash this anyway, I’ll just throw your stuff in the machine with it! 

He uses your claw hair clip to hold his hair back when he’s doing stuff around the house. <3

He also religiously adheres to the sidewalk rule <3

So emotionally intelligent it’s insane. This man is in therapy & it shows in his communication; he knows how to word things gently but honestly!

“It’s valid to feel that way. For sure, s’just.. I disagree that you need to go to those lengths for her when she keeps blatantly disregarding your feelings.” 

He’ll let you smoke one of his cigarettes if you’re reeally persistent but he’s always weird about it. 

“Just… wish you wouldn’t. What if you got lung cancer or something.”  “Oh yeah? Maybe I’ll catch up and I can get it the same time as you.” He’d roll his eyes. “Ha ha. Y’know it’s different when I do it.” 

“How so?” “I’m tough. and you’re not even addicted yet.”

He loves getting domestic with you! Cooking together with his phone playing quiet background music, watching a movie with you in his lap, letting you do your skin care on him. These are by far Aki’s favorite activities.

Heavy on the skincare part—Aki was blessed with perfect skin since birth so he never really put much thought into cleansers or anything, but the first time you did a facial for him was one of the best days of his life. 

You’d laid him down on your bed, straddling his waist with a towel full of products laid out next to you, and Aki said it felt like you were about to perform surgery. You wet his face with a damp cloth then, and started rubbing some mysterious soap into his skin with a touch like warm flower petals. Your hands felt so soft. When you started wiping some fruity scented blue gel over his skin after, it felt so soothing he almost moaned. The whole thing was so relaxing he had a dream about you washing his face again when he fell asleep that night. He never explicitly told you how much he loved your skincare, but you picked it up when he started asking you to do him next every time you washed your face at night.

You’re his sensitive little baby so he never goes overboard but… Aki does tease you sometimes 💔. He can’t help it—he was an older brother once, so tasteful bullying is kind of ingrained in his DNA.

Like you oversleep then almost rush out the door with an inside-out shirt and toothpaste on your chin and he instinctively says you look scrungly. There’s a pause then he apologizes. 

Or you’ll say you didn’t think pulp fiction was that insanely good of a movie and he’ll move your fresh cup of tea onto one of the really high selves only he can reach until you take it back. 

He’ll also mention it immediately if you’re ever stinky. Fresh from the gym? Forgot to put on deodorant today? Aki can tell and he will let you know. <3 He’s nice enough to accompany you in the shower though! 

denji bf hcs 1 & 2

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[deskofninak]

Unexpected Saviour // Mattheo Riddle x GN!Reader

Summary: Reader makes the reckless decision to rescue Mattheo from the Malfoy Manor during the War.

Notes: Slight angst and fluff, sort of hurt/comfort, Mattheo is a damsel in distress and reader in the knight in invisibility cloak.

Word count: 878 words

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Happy reading! :)

You shivered in the dark, your breath coming fast and shallow. This was a terrible idea by all accounts and yet, you had to find him. You might not be best friends with Mattheo Riddle but after all these months of a tentative friendship, you knew he wanted out. So you would get him out. Although apparating into Malfoy Manor to do it was by far one of the worst ideas you’d ever had.

You weren’t entirely sure where you were in the Manor, somewhere in the grounds, but this was what you had stolen Harry’s invisibility cloak for. Harry would be very angry, and angrier when he realised where you’d gone, they all would be, but you’d apologise and they’d eventually forgive you. But you were not going to sit by and watch Riddle get involved in a war he did not want.

Gripping the cloak tighter around yourself, you headed indoors. This was mad, beyond mad, and you felt yourself trembling at the thought of encountering one of the Malfoys or Fenrir or, Merlin, even You Know Who himself. You steeled yourself with the thought of Mattheo’s tear-stained face, the one time he’d let you through his walls, and you let it fuel you enough to go up the stairs and to the bedrooms.

The Manor was quiet. It was night and they were probably asleep or maybe they were scheming somewhere. Nevertheless, the quiet made it easier to creep around and listen for anyone heading your way. Cringing as you checked each bedroom, you stopped short when you came to the door at the end. You hoped this one was his because you had not entirely prepared for the eventuality that you might not find him.

You didn’t need to worry though, for as you eased the door open and poked your head in, there he was: curled up in bed with his mop of curls sticking out of the blanket, one hand outstretched towards the astrology book you’d given him that now perched on the nightstand. You slipped inside, closing the door behind you, and surveyed the room first before pulling the cloak off yourself.

Walking over to the bed, you knelt and tugged the blanket just the slightest to reveal his face to you. His scar stood out prominently in the moonlight, stark against the soft of his face, delicate eyelashes brushing his cheeks. He looked paler though, and leaner, too, and your worry for him quadrupled. You reached forward, pushing back the curl that had dropped over his forehead and whispered his name.

It took a minute for his eyes to flutter open, latching onto your figure. He muttered your name, brow furrowing in confusion, sleep heavy in his eyes. That lasted only a moment though before he registered where you were and that you weren’t a dream. He bolted upright, panic evident in his eyes. “What are you doing here?” he whispered harshly.

The anger came quickly as he leapt out of bed, grabbing you before you could respond and pulling you away from the door further into the darkness of the room. “What-” His fury, warring with worry, kept the right words out of his grasp.

“I came to get you,” you whispered.

“Get me? Are you insane? Do you realise where you are?”

“Mattheo, let go of my arm. You’re hurting me.”

He seemed to snap back into himself and let go. “He will kill you,” he said, desperation lacing his voice.

“He will kill you,” you responded. “Come with me. I’ve got an invisibility cloak, we’ll disapparate, the Order will find you a safehouse.”

“This is insanity.”

“No, it isn’t! I am not leaving you here with them. With him.” Your hand reached up, ghosting over the scar on his cheek and he shuddered.

He whispered your name like a prayer. “He will be angry. He will hurt someone.”

“He’s going to hurt people irrespective of where you are.”

“Why are you doing this?” He looked at you, eyes brimming with tears that silently pleaded with you to leave.

There was no point holding your cards to your chest anymore. “Because I love you.” Damn the consequences, you surged forward and tugged his face to yours, lips meeting in the middle. It was a quick kiss but it seemed to freeze time. Mattheo had gone completely still and a tear escaped, running down his cheek.

“I love you,” you repeated, “and I don’t care what you say, I am not leaving here without you.”

He huffed and before you could continue with your pleas, he drew you to him, mashing your lips together. His were soft against yours and it eased something in you to know that he was safe in your arms. Your hands cradled his face as his wound around your torso, leaving not an inch of space between the two of you.

When you drew apart, there were tears on his face and you gently wiped them away. “I don’t think I’m that bad at kissing.”

Mattheo laughed under his breath, drawing you back to him again and burying his face in your shoulder. “I love you, too.”

You blinked back tears and ran your fingers through his curls. “I’m getting you out of here.”

xxx

Hope you enjoyed this! If you see a typo, let me know. Comments and reblogs are much appreciated. :) - Nina

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[tiredofthehumanlife]

Quiet time

Barbie dolls: poly maurders x reader (James, Sirius, Remus, you)

Word: 1.2k ish

Summary:you're overstimulated (autistic not sex) and Remus' chronic pain flares up and hilarity ensues

Warnings: you stim with your hands and also are overstimulated, I described it with my own experience so it might not be like yours, Remus Sirius and James are dating I know that's crazy but sometimes poly gets tagged with it just being an odd threesome and not actually poly, you watch TV? I think that's it dude

James and Sirius had left for their date a long time ago. You and Remus decided to spend the time they were gone at home. After they had closed the door a lot had happened. When Remus woke up that morning his hip was bothering him. 'only a little' he whispered to you three as you all watched him take pain meds. Remus often downplayed his pain for the benefit of others. He seemed okay though after his meds he was going about his tasks like normal. After Sirius and James left, his pain seemed to quadruple. So you got him into a warm bath. You made him his favorite soup. You made the bed, adding extra pillows for his back. You pulled out Remus' heating pad. You tucked him into bed with his soup and everything else you could think of. Unfortunately within the time it took for you to take care of Remus the world got too loud, your clothes got to clothesy, you could feel your teeth, everything was too much and now you were overstimulated and your boyfriend was practically bedridden.

When you did get overstimulated your partners were nothing but helpful. You often would stop talking, opting for silence. You wanted it dark and the only sound you wanted were sounds that you picked. Like the TV show you've already seen eight million times, the music you picked out. You need your weighted stuffed animal, your weighted blankets, your clothes needed to clothes in the right way, you needed to sit and not do anything for as long as possible.

Your partners were exceptionally good at working with your needs. Remus didn't mind when you stopped talking. He loved your voice but he also enjoyed quiet time. It was nice sitting next to a bundle of blankets that occasionally sprouted a hand holding out a peice of chocolate for him. Sirius would doodle on your arm, the repetitive movements calming your brain. He'd sit in a dark silent room anyday. Getting him to stop talking was sometimes a feat but you could press your finger to his lips and he'd get the message. James would squeeze you very tightly and the compression helped a lot. So that's how you and Remus ended up on either side of your bed, both wrapped up in your own comfort items. Your tv show was playing on the television, Remus didn't mind that he had all the lines memorized. You'd shake your hands every time the intro played and mouthed the words. It's all he needed to know you were more than happy. You had your stuffed animal pressed to your chest and your blankets wrapped around you.

Sometimes Remus felt too hot from pain to want to be all over another person. Sometimes you were too aware of your skin to want to cuddle. The only physical contact you two were sharing was your arms outstretched, your hands resting on the mattress, pinkies pressed against each other. That's all you wanted. The lights were off. Remus thought he might drift off and he hoped when he woke the pain would be gone. Then the door opened.

James and Sirius came prancing in. James was already moving towards the dresser, pulling out comfy clothes. Sirius looked like he wanted to jump into the bed, but he recognized the position you and Remus were in. He moved over to Remus and gently kissed his cheek. Sirius asked him all his regular doting questions. Remus answered all of them. Remus waved Sirius off when Sirius asked if he needed anything. James left to the bathroom to get changed as Sirius moved around the bed to your side.

"How you feeling about physical contact?" You pointed to your cheek. Sirius quickly leaned forward and press a kiss to your cheek.

"How do we feel about cuddles?" Sirius asked, looking between you and Remus. You heard Remus shuffling and moving his blankets to be more accommodating for another person.

"I suppose I could." Remus muttered. Sirius turned to you, waiting on your reply. You pointed to the bathroom. You held your thumb and pointer together to make a tiny spacy between, and then pointed to Sirius.

"You'll cuddle James but not me?" You nodded. Sirius clicked his tounge before pecking your cheek again. He whispered an 'I love you' before quickly moving over to Remus. He gently snuggled up to Remus, not wanting to hurt him. Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius. Sirius stuck his hand out behind him and wrapped his pinkie around your yours.

Soon enough James came into the room in his pajamas; red plaid pants, one of Sirius' worn band shirts, and fluffy socks. He first checked on Remus leaning over Sirius' outreached hands to kiss Remus. Sirius tugged on James' shirt, pecking him too. James moved to you, holding his hands behind his back. He knew if he didn't restrain himself he'd want to cuddle you immediately.

"Oh I love this episode." Sirius whispered, staring at the screen. He started to mouth the lines to himself.

"World got too much?" You nodded, letting out a sigh. You leaned to the side, knocking your head into James' abdomen. He took that as a sign you needed his physical affection, wrapping his arms around you.

"You want squeezes?" You nodded against James' chest. He pulled away from you. You scooted forward on the bed, giving James space behind you. He quickly crawled in. James had his legs on either side of you before gently tugging you back. Your back pressed against his chest. James wrapped his arms around you, squeezing lightly. You sighed against his shoulder. James kissed your shoulder. He looked over to Remus. You ran your fingers over the back of Sirius' hand.

"How are you feeling, Moony?" James whispered. He didn't want to be too loud for you and you greatly appreciated it. Remus groaned.

"Like an old grandpa." Sirius smiled at you before nipping at Remus' forearm with his teeth. Remus kissed the top of Sirius' head. James cooed. He gently kissed Remus' shoulder.

"Well I think you're a very hot grandpa." Sirius grimaced at James. James smiled at Remus. Remus burried his face in Sirius' hair looking up at James.

"That was gross James." Sirius whispered. His voice was muffled by the sleeve of Remus' sweater. James sighed, dropping his head against the headboard.

"I'm trying to be positive." James argued, still keeping his tone hushed. Sirius shook his head.

"It was nasty. What kind of person finds old grandpas attractive?" Sirius asked. Remus loosened his hold on Sirius.

"Ouch, Pads." Remus muttered. Sirius glared at him before looking back at James.

"I was being kind, but of course you wouldn't know much about that. I swear you almost mugged that guy at the restaurant." James rolled his eyes as he argued with Sirius. Sirius scoffed before looking to you.

"Can you believe this, baby? He's such a scoundrel. You should've cuddled with me." Sirius giggled at his own joke. You looked over Sirius' head to make eye contact with Remus. He shook his head.

"Would you like to leave them both and run off on our own?" Remus asked. You shrugged and turned your head. You looked away from them entirely. They took that as a sign you wanted quiet time. You slowly fell asleep in James' tight hold. They all kept quiet as they got ready for bed themselves. James just threw a pillow behind his head and scooted down further so he was laying down. Sirius washed his face and Remus took his melatonin. His insomnia and pain often made it difficult for him to fall asleep. They both bolted back into each other's arms the second they finished. Sirius rested his head on James' shoulder as he fell asleep.

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[katasstrophy]

This and shidou and date night need i say more?

—𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓'𝐒

cw. SMUT. MDNI! fem! reader. exнιвιтισиιѕм (the tiddies are out). fιngєяιng. pet names (babydoll + baby). one (1) cheeky ass slap. implied nιρρℓe play. implied violence. window fυ¢кιng. it's shidou — he's horrible and fucked in the head! // this man does truly nasty delulu things to my brain chemistry.

oh my GOD you better hope and pray that shidou doesn’t find out how easily he could just have that sexy little dress off your figure in a matter of seconds with a clever twist of his fingers because he will use it to his advantage. shamelessly. in public. he does not care.

he distracts you thoroughly by pawing at the meat of your thighs with his greedy fingers where the silver chains dangle, only to untie the flimsy black straps resting at the back of your neck when you least except it, exposing your bare chest to the cool air outside and everyone else watching in your proximity, but most importantly, exposing you to him. he doesn’t get to leer at your gorgeous pair of tits for long, however, as you scramble to quickly cover some of your modesty with your hands, a horrified gasp falling from your lips as the front of your dress continues to uselessly pool around your waist.

and shidou, like the absolute scummy bastard he is, has the audacity to whine in protest, mind far away from thinking of how to help you cover up and more leaning towards prying your fingers away from your breasts so he can see your pretty, peddled nipples again, maybe lean down and even suck on them a lil’, he’s generous like that.

“ryusei, what the actual fuck? we’re in public, you fucking cockroach!” you snarl, your eyes blazing like the gates of hell. the sight makes shidou’s cock stir in his pants. how he adores it when you get mouthy with him.

“aw, c’mon, babydoll. i haven’t seen your tits since this mornin’, you can’t fault me for wanting another looksie. i even stood before ya so the others wouldn’t see. aren’t i a gentleman?”

his grin is sharp and feral like the slash of a scythe as shidou licks his lips, like the air tastes sugary just from soaking in your embarrassment and heated cheeks. he means every word he says.

you resist the urge to tell him you want to castrate him for sport. knowing him, it’d just make him hornier.

“you’re seriously fucked in the head,” you spit at him instead, squaring your shoulders and spinning around to locate the bathroom and fix yourself up with as much dignity as you can muster in your vulnerable state.

“babydollll,” he giggles after you, all lulls and foreboding. “don’t be like that! ya should’a double knotted.”

to stick it to him, you make sure to quadruple knot the straps of your dress lest he gets any more brilliant ideas of undressing you for everyone to fucking see — a decision shidou makes you regret a couple hours later when he drags you back to his sky-rise penthouse, shoving you up against his floor to ceiling, crystal clear windows, rucking your dress up to sink his thick, unforgiving fingers into your tight heat until your knees buckle from the onslaught of pleasure.

“ryu-seiii,” you hiccup, completely out of it but hungry for more of his punishing touch. “please, uh, i need more, touch me more.”

shidou has the tells of your body mapped out and committed to memory, knows that by now your cute, puffy nipples that you denied him from looking at and feeling up earlier to his twisted heart’s content must be sore and aching for his attention, so he coos at you, void of any sympathy, reminding you this could have all been avoided if you would have just showed your breasts to him earlier like the good little angel you usually were for him.

it’s not like he would’ve let anyone escape without two bulging black eyes if they dared to stare at what was his.

“you know i’d love to play with your tits, babydoll. but i just can’t reach ‘em ‘cause of y’re naughty—” shidou brings his palm down on your exposed asscheeks, your yelp at the sting of his slap drowned out by the lewd squelching of your arousal as he pumps three fingers in and out of you like he hates you. “—little dress of yours. shouldn’t’ve made so many knots, hm? if you untie your handy-work i might reconsider thoouugghh.”

your trembling fingers scramble to the back of your neck again, almost clawing at the neat, sturdy knots you made only hours before out of retaliation, desperate for your sadistic boyfriend to pinch and and abuse your nipples just the way you like it until the flesh is raw and tender.

but when the dress finally slips off you yet again, shidou only pushes you more harshly against the glass, squishing the fat of your breasts into the cold, hard planes, chuckling cruelly as you thrash helplessly in his iron hold while he shimmies out of his pants.

“no, ryu, please, you promised. you promised to play with me mmmf—”

as much as he adores you being mouthy, as shidou shoves his fingers coated with your slick into your mouth until he hears you gag, he thinks it’s time you learned a lesson.

“sshhh, baby. you’ve already been bad today, so be good f’me now, yeah? time to put on a real show.”

then he’s bottoming out in your sloppy cunt in one brutal thrust, fucking you within an inch if your life as you writhe and sob on his suffocating fingers until your mixed juices trickle down your legs and soak into the expensive carpet, putting on a show to any lucky by-walker who happens to peer up at your debauched lovemaking.

because shidou does love you. so much. just like the cockroach you called him — ugly, incessant, and indestructible.

#—ping! new message from (oh-miniso) #yeah i am NOT OKAY over this 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 #blue lock smut #shidou ryusei smut #shidou x reader #bllk smut #blue lock x reader #shidou smut #shidou ryusei x reader #—riv.fic! #—bllk.thirsts!

[thepenultimateword]

A Little Bit of Madness

CW: serious Injury, surgery, implied needles, body modification

Supervillain awoke with a start, a sort of ghastly, gasping awakening that even startled them. They blinked hard, slowly taking in their position, prostrate on a cold table. Three things struck all at once: one, they had no idea where they were or how they got here. Two, they couldn't move. Three, they couldn't feel. From the thick feeling in their head, they thought that things should be hurting, but the only sensation they were getting was a strange numbness from head to toe.

They made some effort to lift their lifeless arms but only managed a tired grunt.

"Don't move, my love," came a familiar, reedy voice near their head.

"Scientist?" Supervillain mumbled. It came out croaky, but at least that was one part of their body they could move.

In answer, cool hands began stroking down their temples. "Those horrible heroes tried to kill your beautiful self."

"Kill me?"

"Yes." Scientist stooped down, the sharp diamond cut of their bones coming into view as their long hair tickled Supervillain's cheek. Supervillain searched their sterile gray eyes, more like doomsday cloud today than their usual steady steel. "They completely ignored our treaty and decided to take their chances and blow you up. Not good chances. You know, I think they underestimate me."

"Scientist..." Supervillain strained to move an arm, a finger, a muscle, anything to hold them. Their lover was sensitive, always double, triple, quadruple checking, fearing the worst, overprotecting. This injury must have devastated them. Well, if they couldn't comfort them with touch, they could manage some words. "I'm here. It's ok. I'm ok."

"They still haven't realized that I'm the boss in the relationship," Scientist laughed flatly, hysteria rising. "They think it's you with your powers and your voice and your big shoulders. They think if you're out of the picture everything will be solved. But I gave you those powers and I made those plans." Scientist pounded their chest, suddenly roaring, "If they wanted you dead, they should have killed me first!"

Supervillain's insides washed cold. Something was wrong. Very very wrong. This wasn't stress from a regular injury. This didn't even feel like a regular patch job.

"Scientist...what do you mean by "blown up"? How..." Supervillain winced as they tried to summon their latest memory and came up with nothing but heat and blinding light. "How am I here? What did you do?"

Scientist brushed at Supervillain's short hair, pinching at strands and smoothing them back. "You're stable. But some of the pieces still need to take."

"Pieces?" Supervillain's voice went up an octave. "What did you do?"

"I saved you, my love." They pressed a soft kiss to their forehead. "And maybe made you a little bit better. So that you'll stay safe."

"Scientist? Scientist what did you do? What exactly did you do? What happened."

"All in good time, love." Scientist moved out of Supervillain's line of sight. "For now, sleep. It's too early for you to be awake. You could hurt yourself."

There was some light clattering to Supervillain's right, and suddenly a sharp pinch in Supervillain's neck. Almost immediately all the lights and colors and sounds blurred together into pitch black.

The next time they woke, they were in a bed instead of a table. It was one of those wheeled hospital beds with an IV drip hooked up to it, but still a bed. Things still felt a little strange--courtesy of whatever was in that drip they were sure--but at least a few small kicks under the covers proved they could move again.

"There you are," came Scientist's voice, first distant and all at once right next to their head. "There's my favorite villain. Hey, love."

Supervillain took them in in slow blinks.

"How are you feeling?"

Another blink. "You did something to me."

It slipped off their tongue before they even recalled the night before. They didn't intend it to come out so much like an accusation.

Scientist's expression tightened, if only to keep themselves together. "You were in pieces. Even when I got most of you on life support, I had to go scrounging around the city for whatever parts those disgusting heroes didn't steal."

"Steal?"

"DNA, darling. Of course, they have their own scientific team assigned to cloning it. Their own army of supers. Fortunately, when I gave you those powers they weren't meant to alter you on a genetic level. I don't think they'll find much." Maybe Scientist saw the sickened look on their face because they dropped the topic. "No matter. All that's important is you're alright now. Do you want some jello? Or pudding? Oh, I got that swirl kind you like."

"I want a mirror."

"Not yet, darling. It'll be too much of a shock all at once. Give yourself time to get used to the feel first."

"I want a mirror," Supervillain repeated more firmly.

Scientist’s lips tightened, but they nodded. “As you wish."

They shuffled out of the room. Supervillain watched after them for a moment but quickly their eyelids began to droop. The next thing they knew Scientist was gently shaking their shoulder. Their lover pointed to the other side of the room before stepping away and biting the back of their knuckle.

Supervillain’s eyes flicked to the floor length mirror propped on the barren wall in front of them. For a moment they couldn’t find themselves. Only…metal.

An arm, a chest plate, a panel in their head where the hair cut short. As they straightened a sharp clicking sound resonated over their shoulder and their reflection showed a sort of long metal rod beginning at the base of their neck and followed the curve of their back like an outer spine.

“I can attach other prosthetics to that,” Scientist said quickly. “Wings, tail, whatever. It’s meant to connect the rest of these pieces to your nervous system but that’s the bonus.”

Nervous system. Suddenly Supervillain didn’t trust their earlier movement. They tossed back the blanket as best they could and, as they feared, found two completely new legs underneath.

They couldn’t breathe.

“I-I’m going to figure out how to synthesize a sort of skin to cover over it all,” Scientist said. “That way you won’t feel so strange.”

“So I won’t feel strange?” Supervillain murmured. “Everything left of me is burned, and the rest…” They scoffed, clenching their fists. “You don’t want me to feel strange? I am strange! You made me strange! That’s what you do! You push and prod and break and put back together! You think it’s fun making monsters? Experimenting like the rest of us are just lab rats in your world? You’re not Frankenstein! You’re not Dr. Jekyll! You’re just a villain who always takes it too far! You weren’t supposed to do this to me! I trusted you! You weren’t supped to…”

Supervillain turned their hands back and forth in front of them. A loud sob forced its way up their throat.

"I know." Scientist slid into the bed beside them and wrapped them in their arms. "I know. But I could not lose you. I would not."

Supervillain buried their face into Scientist’s neck, fury overshadowed by their need for comfort. A monster in the hands of their creator.

#mad scientist #creative writing #villain x villain #scientist x supervillain #heroes and villains #heroes and villains community #writblr #villain #hero x villain community #writing snippet

[shameless-slit]

Boobas

Summary: Your tits hurt and your boyfriend Jonathan helps you with it.

Word count: 3.7k Tags: domestic fluff, boyfriend jonathan (pre collider), fem!reader (short and kinda chubby coded), teasing, sexual content but not technically smut(?)

A/N: Absolutely unedited self indulgence, I was on my periods and my nipples hurt and it was 6am so yeah. Yes it’s 3k words of horniness, no they neither fuck not come. Sorry I was horny but lazy.

Your tits hurt.

Well, for once it’s more precisely your nipples hurting, seemingly chafing against any bit of fabric, no matter how soft it is. Thankfully for you it’s a Sunday, so you’re splayed on the couch in front of the small tv displaying a fiercely competitive cooking show (it’s the fourth episode and you just want to see that hypocrite Delilah leave before the semi finals). Your crop top is pulled up above your chest, fingers carefully applying lotion against the sensitive nib, hoping the cold will help with the burning sensation. So far you’re only granted momentary relief, and a well hydrated skin you suppose.

A constant shuffling of slippers and papers tells you your boyfriend is pacing around the flat, nervously pacing from one room to another as he double and triple and quadruple checks his notes for tomorrow. Ever since he’s started working with Dr. Octavius, he’s seen a spike in his anxiety, unable to relax even on Sundays, especially when there’s a meeting with their most influential invested the day after. That’s why you’re not so surprised when he pops in front of Delilah’s little spiel about cutlery, shifting your gaze up to see him holding a messy bundle of papers, by now creased between his nervous hands.

“Babe, do you remember where I put the folder with the thing— the sheet with the stuff and all-“

He however almost jumps as he finally looks back at you, face flushing red, his nose even redder, hands clamping down on the papers as if he’d been electrocuted.

“Oh god sorry sorry sorry, I uhhhhhh… b-bad time?”

You can’t help but chuckle at his reaction— it’s not like he’s never seen your breasts, you usually hang around the bed naked when it’s late at night and you can’t be bothered to move, let alone put some clothes on. Still, you figure it must’ve been a whiplash from his thoughts about colliders and unpleasant social interactions. That and he might have thought you were touching yourself— you are, just not in that way— and you appreciate his concern for privacy.

“You’re good Johnny, no problems here. Well, my tits hurt so that’s a problem, but don’t worry I’ll be fine”

You try to turn your amused grin into a reassuring smile, noticing the embarrassment still painted on his face. His eyes dart around the room before settling on your breasts as you say the word ‘tits’, then on your eyes for a moment, before going back at your chest.

Avoiding eye contact by looking at your tits? Good, he’s comfortable again.

“Oh right okay…” He gives you an empathetic hum, trying to shake off the blush in his cheeks. “Periods?”

You shrug. “Probably? It’s not the usual pain but you know. It does that sometimes.”

“Aw man, bummer. I’ll make you some tea?”

For some reason this makes you blush. Why? Who knows! But you’re partner is offering you tea and he looks so sweet saying it and you just want to extend your arms long enough to grab him and kiss him.

“Oh that’s so nice I’d like that!”

His face lightens up as your face lightens up, and then you remember why he’s in front of the TV screen.

“But take your time with your prep,” you add, “I’m not in a hurry. Have you checked the box under the bed? There’s a bunch of outdated papers there, your folder must be somewhere there.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You sure? It wouldn’t take long—“

“I’m not moving anywhere Johnny.” You don’t think you even can, the way your limbs are spread on the couch is so comfortable you don’t want to break the spell. “They’re not going anywhere either”, you add, pointing at your chest with a cheeky smile.

“O-Oh right.” You see his cheeks redden slightly under the edges of his beard creeping up, and he looks back at his papers in order to break your flirtatious eye contact. “Good luck with, uh, your boobs.”

You cackle a bit and a proud smile creeps up on his face as he leaves the TV screen, letting you see that Matthew is the one expelled this episode: miraculously, Delilah is making it to the semifinals.

Behind you, Jonathan is already making his way to the bedroom, absentmindedly fidgeting with the now thoroughly crinkled sheets in his hands. As awkward as he made it, the interaction with you was a nice break from the last two panic filled hours he spent scouting the house to make sure he had everything gathering neatly— by scientists standards, even then it was stretch— to take the next morning for the meeting. A grand gathering of all the sides of the operation, a demonstration of the prototype for the collider (his prototype, that’s why he had to be there, also because Octavia seemed to love tormenting him) and hopefully a sign off on one of the most ambitious projects of mankind. His magnum opus.

And he is thinking about your boobs.

He sees his crinkled bundle on his desk, along side other semi-organized stacks of papers waiting to be put in their proper folders. As he makes his way to the bedroom, the image of your chest seems ingrained behind his eyes like he’s stared at the sun for too long. He crouches down to try to locate the box you were talking about, and he can just see the way your breasts rose and fell with your breathing, the way one was glistening slightly from the lotion while the other had your two fingers pressed on the nipple, interrupted in their soothing. He extends a long arm under the bed, getting a hold of the box at pulling it to him, and his other hand twitches as he replaces your fingers with his in his mind. His other hand cups your other breasts and you let out a moan as he presses against the nipple there too, and his mouth moves to replace his fingers as he takes the soft flesh of your breasts in, rolling the nipple around his tongue, kisses you just to feel the vibrations of your moans on his mouth as he paws at the soft flesh of your breasts and—

He blinks. Was he not blinking this whole time?

He looks down at the box in front of him, of which he’s started looking through a few folders without really looking. He lets out a sigh as reality pulls him back in. He could just get lost in that pleasant fantasy again, maybe just for a second he thinks, another break from not-working-but-worrying-over-it. He’s stuck between his anxiety and desire, but anxiety sure can throw some hands because there’s no way he can think of you without the looming threat of tomorrow, unless he convinces himself the looming threat of tomorrow is already a solved problem. So he goes back to the first few folders and skims through them, ignoring how tight his pants have been and are feeling.

You’ve been stuck in a doom scrolling spiral of numbness and the occasional laugh for quite a while, before the sound of a hissy kettle startles you out of it. You unfortunately have had to move of your comfortable position on the couch in the hour and a half that has past, quickly settling on a new one, though not nearly as comfortable as the previous one. You snap your head to look behind the couch, as you see Jonathan exiting the kitchen with a mug in each hand.

“Oh you’re done!” you say as you sit back in the couch. “You even brought the tea!”

He nods, and you’re almost more excited than him. As much as you empathize with his urge to check everything is right at the last moment, you can’t help but worry when he seems to spiral for so long in his mind.

“Sure did, I said I’d make you some after all!”

He’s got that giddy smile at seeing your excitement as he sets the cups down on the small table between couch and TV.

“Mint tea with lots of sugar, for the special lady.”

You chuckle, and make some space for him as he sits down, taking a mug in your hands and a small burning sip of the tea.

“You’re all ready for tomorrow?” You ask, taking another sip before deciding the tea is very good and your tongue is very burned, setting the mug back on the table.

He shrugs, looking away at the question. “Not exactly. There’s still a bunch of folders to check if I haven’t forgotten anything… not to mention I just remembered Octavia wanted my original plans to show, so I had to go over them…”

You put a hand on his shoulder, and he stops himself, letting out a sigh as he mulls over everything he still has to do. Now that’s a problem, and it breaks your heart to see him spiraling so much and so quickly. As much as you’d want to help, you know he wouldn’t let you, not on this. He refuses to let you in on any actual work he does for Alchemax, for better or for worst. It may be for safety reasons to him, but to you, it just makes it harder to comfort him like right now.

Before you can add anything though, he breaks the silence you hadn’t realized had settled by turning to you and asking:

“How’s the tits?”

Maybe you were the one spiraling, because that makes a good job of snapping you out of it.

“You know, I kinda forgot about them after a while.”

You shrug, and your crop top, which you had pulled down at some point, brushes against your nipples in the worst possible way, sending a shudder through your body.

“Fucking shit,” you hiss through your teeth, “nevermind, they just needed to be reminded. They hurt like a bitch.”

“I could help with that.”

You pause and he pauses. You both look at each other for a second, before you can feel yourself start smiling uncontrollably. Your smirk only grows mor mischievous as you see the red creep up his cheeks.

“Johnny did you—“

“No! I mean, yes? I-I just want to help you in anyway I can so I, uh, was simply… offering support?”

You have to say, you’re surprised by Johnny’s forwardness, and if your nipples weren’t already hard from the incredibly unpleasant friction, they sure are now.

You’re usually the one to make advances, and as much as it’s fun seeing the man crumble on himself at the slightest innuendo, you can’t help but feel excited about a change of pace. He may think he’s horrible at flirting— well, he is most of the time yes— but you’d chalk it up to insecurity, the few times you saw him with confidence confirming your doubts.

You force yourself to stop smiling so wide, though keeping a small smirk on your face as you lean towards him, both to alleviate the friction on your nipples and to look at him teasingly.

“Well I’m interested now. How would you support me in these times of need?”

It’s almost cartoonish the way he gulps down his embarrassment, his fingers fidgeting with the top of his shirt, undoing and redoing the second button.

“I just thought… I-I could massage them if you want? I sad you had some lotion earlier too…”

“That’s so nice of you” you nod, giving him a reassuring smile to encourage him.

You begin lifting up your crop top, and Jonathan passes it over your head, and you can’t help but notice the nervous pace of his movements. Almost impatient.

His large hand cups your left boob. If your breasts were already rather small to your taste, they seem even smaller in his hand. He doesn’t seem to mind though, judging by the look on his face as he gives it a small squeeze, which shots tingles in your stomach. His thumb brushes over your nipple, and you immediately cringe at the sensation, hunching over yourself with a hiss.

“Shit shit I’m sorry!” He quickly removes his hand, both of them frozen in the air in panic. “I’m so sorry, that was stupid, I should’ve known your nipple was the part that hurt…”

You can’t blame him, you didn’t tell him— to be honest with yourself, you were too focused on yearning for his hands on you, you kinda forgot to. You let out a small laugh, a reflex to distract yourself from the sensation and to reassure him.

“You’re fine babe, I swear. Just so you know, yeah, they hurt at everything touching the nipple. I usually put on lotion, it helps a bit, better than water because water dries if and you do NOT want it to dry off when it’s like this.”

He nods, as if taking mental notes.

“Does it help to have something cold on it?” he asks.

You raise an eyebrow. He really is taking notes.

“Kinda? It’s better to have something cold than something warm against it, but keeping it somewhere warm helps the nipple… relax.”

You don’t know how to tell him, but now that you think of it, there actually is a way he can help you with it. You don’t know if it’ll actually work, but by now you’ve tried everything you could try by yourself, and god would it feel good to have that hit stop hurting for a second.

Without thinking, like most things that come out of your mouth do, you blurt out:

“You could use your mouth?”

You immediately cringe as you say this, because you hate asking for things, especially when it’s vulnerable, especially when it’s something you want, especially when you’re gonna have to explain yourself and your only explanation is “I want my tits in your mouth Johnny”—

“Can I?”

Now that’s a surprise anew. Once again, he pulls you out of your spiraling train of thought. You take a second to process, and when you do, you feel heat rise in you as you look back at him and see his eyes looking at your body so intensely. Hungry.

“Y-yeah”, you nod sheepishly. “I would like to… try this.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, he shifts in his seat, turning enough to face you. You straighten your back in an attempt to make it easier for him as he leans his head down to your chest.

His lips latch onto your breast, taking as much as he can in his mouth. You feel the flat of his tongue press against your nipple, and for the first time today, it’s a pleasant sensation. The wet, warm texture of the tongue applying pressure almost feels like a massage for your hardened nip, and a small moan escapes the back of your throat.

“I… thanks you Johnny, it feels really nice…”

You feel his hands, up to now awkwardly hovering around you, come to rest on your waist. Long, careful fingers trace your skin, before he takes the satisfied hums you let out as permission to dig in the soft flesh of your stomach, his fidgety fingers seeming to calm down at the feeling of your rolls underneath his palms. Your own hands find their way to his hair, playing with them while whispering small praises to him.

This boost in confidence is immediately shown through a hand decending between your thighs, enjoying the feeling of the ample flesh caging it while he lets you grind on it for a second, before removing it the time to slip it under the waist band if your sweats. You just have the time to think of how wet you are before his fingers remind you of it, pressing against the fabric of your underwear right underneath your leaking wetness.

He finally pulls his mouth off of your tit, his hand immediately coming to replace it, following your advices and gently massaging it. You meet his eyes, clouded in a desperate, pleading desire.

You’re about to talk when he moves your underwear aside with his fingers, letting them graze around your sex.

“God you’re so wet already”, you hear, and you realize he’s out of breath, “I’m flattered, babe.”

“I don’t want it to go to waste”, he adds.

You look at him, trying to reel yourself back in, the feeling of his fingers against your warm skin making you want him so desperately.

“Can I just show you?” he asks, and you nod so eagerly you could’ve just started begging at that point.

His fingers drag around your wetness, gathering the cum gathered at your bottom. He goes as far as pushing them along your folds, which elicits an embarrassing sound from the back of your throat, but doesn’t enter you.

He drags his fingers, soaked as well, out of your pants, staining them in the process, before moving them up to your left breast, nipple painfully hardened and untouched.

“I’m sorry if it’s a bit gross, I swear I’ll lick it off.”

Before you can ask to clarify your confusion, you feel his wet fingers on your left tit, suddenly understanding his idea. You revel in the sweet sensation of his fingers gently massaging the nib, your cum acting as a much better replacement for lotion than your spit (you tried and it hadn’t worked out but by god did this work well).

With both of your nipples wet enough to let him touch them comfortably, he brings his face back up to yours, still having to hunch as he presses his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. You eagerly accept it, returning it clumsily and parting your lips, his tongue immediately shooting in as you let it. Without breaking the kiss, you take it as an opportunity to climb onto his lap and straddle him, his erection pressing against your sweatpants.

His hands paw at your breasts, still being careful and gentle on your nipples. You can feel the restraint in his hand, the tension in his fingers as wants to squeeze and fondle your breasts and burry his face between them and suck and bite on them. Instead, he takes a nibble of your bottom lip, sparing your sensitive chest, and eliciting a small sound from you that feels like a reward to him.

You eventually break the kiss with a breathless sigh, your hands coming up to brush stray strands of hair from his red and panting face. The way he stares at you is priceless, studying your reddened cheeks, your flared nostrils, your parted, wet, puffy lips he almost immediately leans in for again. You remember why you broke the kiss in the first place, and you whisper right before his lips take yours:

“Fuck you’re amazing Johnny, I don’t know how I managed to land on someone like you.“

He gives you a quick little kiss, pulling back to look at you with eyes sparkling with pride. God does this man seem to gobble compliments right up, it’s like he’s been starved from it for too long.

“Are you kidding?” he chuckles, a low chuckle that makes your stomach churn in a delicious way. “I can’t believe I landed on you, it feels ridiculous you’d ever settle for me—“

“I’m not settling—“ he cuts off your attempt at cutting him off by pressing his lips on yours.

His hands trail down your torso, leaving your tits to go over your stomach. He mutters against your lips “I mean look at you…”

He plays and pinches the soft skin, taking handfuls of the plump flesh in his large hand, the other trailing down to your hips, slipping under your pants to trace the bumps and ripples on your skin.

“How in hell did I get the opportunity to touch that?” He adds, and the adoration in his voice is enough to make you weep, with the way he looks at you in awe and desire.

“Johnny…” you sigh, at a lost for words; words are never your strong suit when it’s to say things you want to say.

He pulls back to look at you, his eyes making their way down your body, taking in every inch with a hungry fascination. His hands slowly come back up to your chest, seeming to examine it.

“Do your nipples feel any better now?”

The bluntness of the question snaps you out of the moment, which makes you realize you haven’t felt any discomfort with your overly sensitive nipples since then.

“They… they feel fine,” you say in pleased surprise.

“What kind of magic did you do?” you add with a cheeky smile.

He smiles as well, a smug proudness creeping in. “Seems like my mouth was the answer after all. Sorry, did that sound wrong?”

“No,” you shake your head with a chuckle, “no not at all. Thanks Johnny, you’re an angel.”

His face grows bright and red as his cheeks darken with blush. He swallows his spit, as if reminding himself to speak. “Do… do you wanna continue with this? We can stop or take a break if you want of course.”

You pause, almost confused, then baffled as you realize: in his effort not to cause you any discomfort, he’s somehow convinced himself that you still weren’t thinking of any of that as sexual.

“Johnny,” you say, not hiding the twinge of amusement in your voice, “you’re not gonna leave me hanging like this, are you?”

His brows furrow in confusion. “What? No I mean—“

“Do you want to take a break?”

He paused as you cut him off, before shaking his head ‘no’.

“Good. Because I do not want to end it here.” You smile, trailing your fingers down his chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt before you start undoing them.

“I was thinking…” You look back at his face, unable to hold back a smile at the wishful realization in his eyes. “You’ve been working so hard all week, all weekend… but I believe you just need to relax. Blow off some steam, you know?”

He nods, his expression almost relieved as he understands you want the same thing as him. He opens his mouth to speak, though you cut him off again.

“Would you like to blow off some steam?”

“Yes,” he immediately answers.

You let out a small giggle, pulling him in for a kiss once more. He whines contently against your lips, his hips bucking in eagerness.

Maybe he really was going to sleep well tonight.

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[the-massive-simp]

♡Sub Diluc x reader♡

a/n: tumblr wouldn’t let me post this from mobile and it took me 2 weeks to gather enough will to turn on my laptop :D btw this was originally part of a post with sub venti, xiao and kaveh, i’ll post them separately as soon as i have time to revise them. join my taglist (with a message or an ask) to make sure you dont miss my posts ;)

warnings: shameless smut hehe (as usual-) teasing, nipple play, face riding, oral (f receiving), handjob. reader is afab but no pronouns used! mndi.

You had been teasing him all day. Slightly rubbing your ass against his morning wood before getting up. Leaning in while he was working at his desk, your shirt slightly unbuttoned to show your breasts in a new lacy bra. You even managed to pull him in the back of Angel’s Share to make out, just to leave him hot and bothered. When you both arrived in your shared room at the Winery, he pulled you in his embrace, kissing under your ear before whispering.

“Please- need it…”

You decided to be nice, and now you could ammire him, lying down on the bed. He was completely naked, his erect cock begging for attention. But you thought that you could have some more fun before rewarding him. You got on the bed, crawling next to him, before putting your hands on his cheeks and kissing him. Your tongue graced his bottom lip, before you bit it. He whimpered slightly at your actions, before holding his breath when your hands started to go down. You caressed his chest, tracing his collarbone, and then you went lower, feeling his abdomen tense at the touch of your hands. He sighed happily, thinking that you were done with your teasing, but he was wrong. Your hands continued to move, but on his hips, squeezing them lightly. You spoke before he could. “If you behave, I’ll reward you. Take what I give you.” You looked in his eyes and he nodded. You smirked and continued moving your hands. You explored his muscular thighs, feeling them twitch slightly whenever you got a little bit too close to his dick. Then you brought your hands up his sides, making goosebumps appear on his skin. He closed his eyes at the feeling. You took advantage of his distraction and flicked one of his nipples before pinching it. His eyes widened, a blush spreading furiously on his cheeks. You looked at his reaction, enjoying how he was so shy even after all the times you did this. Then you leaned down to lick his other nipple, while you kept playing with the first one. He moaned, his hands grabbing the sheets. You continued to flick, pinch, roll, lick, bite and suck his nipples until his cock started leaking more and more precum. Then you sat up and flashed him a smile. He looked at you with crimson eyes filled with want, lips slightly parted and puffy from all your kisses you gave him before. The sight was downright erotica, and it made your pussy clench. You quickly removed your clothes, followed by his hungry eyes, and then got closer to his face. “Let’s see if you can earn your reward huh?” Then you moved one of your legs on the other side of his body, straddling his chest. “You ready baby?” you asked him. He didn’t answer, he just opened his mouth, tongue lolling out just for you. You moved closer to his face and then lowered yourself on it. His hands immediately flew to your hips, holding on them while he started to lap at your folds. He kept switching between licking your clit and stuffing his tongue in your hole as far as he could, before going back to your nub and sucking it. You moaned and praised him. “You’re being so good for me baby” Your words made him quadruplicate his effort in devouring your pussy like he was starving. You grabbed his hair to find some kind of balance while you started to ride his face, the man’s tongue deep inside of you and his nose rubbing your clit. It didn’t take long before you felt your orgasm wash over you. He kept eating you out until you got off his face and lied down near him. “I think you deserve your reward”. You started to kiss his neck, leaving a few marks here and there, while you slid your hand down to wrap around his cock, twitching and leaking precum. You immediately started to stroke it at a fast pace, making a moan escape from his lips, followed by a whimper when you teased his tip with your fingers, before going back to stroking him. When his hips started to jerk, you quickened your pace, bringing your lover to his orgasm. “I’m gonna cum- please ah~ thankyouthankyouthankyou-” White thick ropes of cum spurted from his cock, staining your hand and his abdomen. You kept jerking him, only stopping when his thighs started to twitch from overstimulation. “Do you want to take a bath together to relax and clean up?” “That sounds lovely dear, thank you.”

Who knows, maybe you could convince him to go for round two.

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[whiskey-tango-matcha]

Three (m/m, cold)

And now, for something completely different.

Well, not completely - it's still a cold fic lol. This one is specifically for @ghostlychill who has asked for more Matt and Mark. This is basically the saga of how they ended up together, and it is certainly out of my wheelhouse because it actually has romance lmao. A pre-warning, this is plot heavy (for me) and a little sneeze light. There are a few Greyson cold sneezes, and Matt is sick for the latter half, but it's more of a romance sickfic than a true snz fic. But I hope you like it if you read it; let me know if you all want more Matt and Mark. They were honestly really fun to write, and I banged this monster of a fic out in just a few hours so the muse was musing.

Ok, done rambling. Enjoy :)

CW: Male, M/M (not sexually explicit, just kissing), colds, contagion, coughing, fevers, light mess. 4.3k words under the cut.

Three

Their first kiss was an accident.

Post-brunch. Pre-holidays. “Grab a beer?” Mark had asked as Matt stuffed his dirty chef coat into his backpack. It had become a bit of a ritual for the two of them to grab a drink after a long shift in the past few weeks; usually it was under cover of darkness, but this brunch had been particularly brutal and Matt was craving not just a beverage, but some commiseration. He shrugged, hoisted his backpack onto a shoulder.

“Sure. You’ve got first round.”

One round had quickly turned to two, then three, and before five pm hit they were drunkenly crashing their pint glasses into each other and talking much louder than the half-full pub required to be heard. Matt drained his fifth beer and looked to Mark, smiling sloppily. “One more?” he asked.

Mark pushed his hair out of his face and leaned his head into one hand, taking the other man in. “If it’ll keep you in my line of sight,” he said, emboldened by booze, “I’ll stay here all night long.”

When the bartender finally kicked them out around eight, the two men were so drunk they had to use one another as walking sticks to get down the block.

“We’re way too drunk to be on the street,” Mark laughed, putting a hand over one eye. “I’m seeing, like… quadruple.”

“That’s wild, ‘cause I can’t see at all,” Matt said, looping his arm through Mark’s. The two of them laughed and stumbled until they hit a bench near well-lit central park and flopped down.

“I can’t remember where I live,” Matt admitted, placing his head on Mark’s shoulder. Their arms had stayed looped. Mark gently placed his head atop Matt’s.

“Me either,” he said. “But… can I tell you a secret?”

Matt looked up. Nodded.

“I don’t want to go home,” Mark said, letting a slow smile spread across his face. Matt felt his cheeks flame; he let a beat pass before he smiled back.

“Me either,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Later, they wouldn’t remember who initiated it. All they would remember was when their lips pressed together, everything else melted away.

***

“Oh! Oh, shit, fuck, sorry guys I didn’t -”

“Chef, shit! Oh, fuckin’ hell -”

Greyson slammed the door to the bathroom shut, leaving Matt and Mark to stare at one another, eyes wide as saucers – the silence between them thick as the cigarette smoke that hung in the air outside that little room.

Finally, Mark broke the silence. “Um… do you think he saw anything?”

Matt couldn’t help it; he barked out a laugh. Mark slapped a hand across the other man’s mouth, making him laugh even harder. He really didn’t know what he’d been thinking following Mark in here in the first place.

Much like the stupid party they were hiding from in the bathroom, their second kiss was clearly a mistake.

The New Year’s Eve party had been Elijah’s idea, much to the surprise of literally everyone at the restaurant.

“What?” Elijah had asked when his announcement during pre-shift had been met with a stunned silence. “I thought you all loved parties!”

The servers and cooks eyed one another in a way they all hoped wasn’t completely obvious, until finally Greyson said what everyone was thinking. “Boss, yeah, everyone loves parties… except you.”

Elijah had scoffed at this. “You guys obviously don’t really know me; I love parties.”

Of course, Elijah didn’t love parties and it ended up moving from his roomy condo to Greyson’s tiny Brooklyn apartment at the last minute. Post-service on New Year’s Eve, Matt helped his boss load extra bottles of champagne, vodka, and tequila into the back of the restaurant’s van all while Greyson grumbled about Elijah.

“Fuckin’ Elijah,” Greyson said for about the fiftieth time that evening. “Why the fuck would he even mention a party if he wasn’t a thousand percent sure he wanted to ho – hh-”

Matt glanced up at his boss, who held an arm midair in anticipation. This was the real reason Greyson, who threw parties at his place at least three times a year, was pissed about having to host the work shindig: he was sick.

“Hh-! HhhITSZZH-ue!” Greyson folded over into his elbow, sniffled, and cleared his throat.

“Bless,” Matt offered, placing the rest of the alcohol into the back of the car. “Chef, I’m sure that everyone will understand if you don’t feel up to having twenty people in your apartment. There’re tons of parties right around here, why don’t you just… call it off?”

Greyson, stubborn as ever, just shook his head. “I said I’d do it. They’re already on their way.”

So Matt loaded into the van with Greyson, and Mark got in Elijah’s car with the GM while the rest of the staff hopped on the subway for the party that no one really wanted to be at. Greyson, who’d been able to keep his illness at bay for most of the shift thanks mostly to the Sudafed he kept slamming, started coming down hard the moment they began their drive to Brooklyn.

“Hh...hhITSZZH-ue! Huh-! ETSZH-ue! Fuck mbe,” Greyson muttered, using his sleeve to wipe under his nose with one hand while he drove through the busy Manhattan streets with the other.

“Um… do you want to pull over so I can drive?” Matt asked, a little more pointed than his boss was used to him being. Greyson shot his sous chef a look.

“Ndo,” he said. “I’ve got it.”

Matt was hardly a germaphobe – working in a kitchen bred that out of you pretty quickly – but he couldn’t help but cringe away with every sneeze and cough that came from his boss’s side of the car. He found himself thinking about Mark; they had plans to hang out in just a few days, plans that both of them had been forced to cancel multiple times already, and Matt could just feel Greyson’s germs making themselves at home inside his body. He really didn’t want to cancel on Mark again; he wasn’t exactly sure what they were, what he wanted them to be, or what Mark thought they were, but whatever it was, he didn’t want to fuck it up. Matt was entirely too good at fucking up a good thing.

“HRRSHH-ue!” Clearly, that one snuck up on him, because that time Greyson barely covered his mouth. Matt shrank into the door and considered pulling his shirt over his nose and mouth in a desperate attempt to keep his boss from infecting him. Greyson glanced over at Matt and coughed out a laugh.

“Sorry, kid,” he said, patting Matt’s leg, “but you’re probably already fucked.”

Eventually, they made it to Greyson’s walk-up and after what felt like an eon, they got everything inside. Elijah immediately recruited Mark to help pour champagne for everyone, and Greyson left his sous to go outside and smoke on the patio – Matt had no choice but to just start drinking.

By the time the cooks and servers made it to Greyson’s apartment, Matt was half in the bag. He floated sloppily from group to group, telling jokes and prompting everyone to take shots with him, all while keeping one eye on Mark at all times. Elijah had been keeping his liege busy; Mark was bartending, putting appetizers in the oven, picking up trash… everything except hanging out with Matt. So when he finally got to take a bathroom break, Matt threw back his tequila soda and, emboldened by liquor, followed behind him.

“Hey, it’s occ-” Mark started to say when the bathroom door opened right on his heels – but he was cut off when Matt swung him around, grabbed his face in both hands, stood on his tiptoes, and pressed his lips firmly on the other man’s.

Mark certainly wasn’t pulling away; in fact, the moment their lips touched, Mark grabbed Matt by the hips and lifted him onto Greyson’s tiny vanity to make the kiss easier on both of them. Matt pulled away for just a moment to look at Mark – his black-framed glasses were askew, his hair was wild from Matt’s hands coursing through it, and his face was flushed with lust. Matt was sure he’d never seen anyone so beautiful.

“What was that for?” Mark asked, his voice low. Matt’s face cracked into a smile.

“I haven’t gotten to spend any time with you tonight,” he said, pushing Mark’s hair away from his face. “And I’m probably gonna have to cancel our plans on Monday.”

Mark’s brows knit together, confused. “Why?” he asked. “Is this, like, a fare-thee-well, this is the last time this will happen kiss situation?”

Matt laughed, shook his head. “No,” he said, cocking his head towards the door, where the party rumbled outside. “I’m, like, 99% sure Greyson infected me with his disgusting illness on the long-ass drive over here. I wouldn’t force you to hang out with me when I’m inevitably sick.” He shrugged. “So I figured I’d sneak some time with you where I could.”

Matt didn’t wait for Mark’s response about his impending doom; he just leaned in again. This time, Mark parted his lips and slid his tongue in to meet Matt’s. Matt allowed a quiet moan to escape his lips, let his hand feel its way down to Mark’s shirt, and began unbuttoning when the door flew open once more.

“Oh!”

Greyson.

***

“Chef, I am not in the mood today.”

“Oh c’mon, if I can’t poke fun at your drunken antics then what’s even the point of living? You make fun of my drunken antics all the time.”

Matt put down his knife and gave his boss a pointed look. “Yeah, maybe for like a day after they go down, but New Year’s was three days ago. Are you planning on ever letting it go?”

Greyson shrugged as he pushed onions into a deli container and snapped the lid shut. “Probably not. I mean, it’s just too good – caught red handed in my bathroom. Like, it couldn’t have happened more perfectly if I wrote it myself.”

Matt rolled his eyes; while Greyson living for his embarrassment was annoying, it was kind of the last thing on his mind. He couldn’t stop thinking about Mark – after the bathroom kiss situation went down, he’d slipped out of the party and hadn’t mentioned anything about it to Matt since. Matt assumed he wanted to put it out of his head. Maybe the kiss – both of the kisses – hadn’t felt to Mark like they did to Matt. Maybe Mark was put off by how drunk Matt had been both times. Maybe he just wasn’t into him.

All Matt knew was, he desperately wanted to talk to Mark – but despite working the same hours in the same tiny restaurant, Mark had managed to avoid him like the plague.

Speaking of which.

“HTSHH-uh! Hh! Hh’ITSHH-uh! ETZSH-ue!” Matt turned away from the food to sneeze into his shoulder, then his hand, then finally his elbow. Greyson stepped over and plucked Matt’s knife out of his hand while the younger man was compromised.

“You’ll take someone’s eye out that way,” he chastised, placing the knife on Matt’s cutting board. The sous rolled his eyes, sucked in through his nose, and trudged to the sink to wash his hands.

“I don’t want to hear it from you, Chef. You’re the fucking plague rat of this restaurant,” Matt murmured, pulling a hand down his face. This was the other issue: Matt and Mark were supposed to hang out tomorrow, but just as he predicted, Matt had been gifted the cold Greyson had on New Year’s. If Mark didn’t want to talk to him when he was healthy and just a few steps away, he certainly wouldn’t be traversing the city tomorrow to hang out with Matt when he was fever-addled and snot-ridden.

“Rude,” Greyson said, continuing his prep. “But not entirely untrue. Sorry you’re sick.”

“Whatever,” Matt grumbled, his bad mood amplified by his pounding head. “Can you just drop the bathroom situation?”

Greyson bit his cheek to keep from smiling. “I can certainly try.”

Matt knew that meant ‘no’, but he’d take what he could get. He picked his knife back up to start chopping broccoli, but almost cut himself when Mark slipped into the back kitchen.

“Chef?” he asked, prompting both Greyson and Matt’s heads to shoot up. Matt’s face flamed when Greyson swiveled his head to meet his sous’ eyes with a cheeky grin – he put his head back down, pretending to focus on his work.

“Yes, Mark, how can I assist you?” Greyson asked, wiping his hands on the towel next to his cutting board. Matt felt Mark shoot a quick glance his way; his cheeks burned with the knowledge.

“Elijah is looking for you. Says he has a question about tonight’s ten-top with the prixe fix?”

Greyson rolled his eyes, but abandoned his prep for the moment. “When doesn’t Elijah have a question about a prixe fix?” he asked to no one in particular. “I’ll go talk to him. Thanks.”

The chef exited the back kitchen, leaving a sniffling Matt and a stuck-in-place Mark in his wake. Matt was the first to break the silence – unwillingly.

“Hh-! NTSHH-uh!” The sous attempted to stifle a sneeze into his palm, but only succeeded in making a mess of himself. His face reddened impossibly deeper, and he was forced to put down his knife and head for the sink.

“Bless you,” Mark said as Matt pulled a paper towel from the dispenser and blew his nose. Matt swallowed painfully, washed his hands again, and nodded.

“Thanks,” he said, clearing his throat.

They lapsed into silence once again, neither one looking at the other. “Um,” Mark said, finally, “are you -”

“I have to get this work done,” Matt interrupted, though he couldn’t explain to even himself why he wouldn’t let Mark ask if he was okay. “Have a good shift, okay?”

Mark blinked, taken aback, but nodded. He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand and turned to leave the back kitchen without a word. Matt didn’t let himself watch the other man go.

***

It was like watching a train wreck.

“Matt,” Greyson called from his spot at the expo board. “Where are we at on the halibut for 63?”

Mark’s eyes darted behind the line where Matt was doubled over, coughing into the collar of his chef’s coat. The sous chef had started the evening looking very much under the weather and quite a bit worse for the wear, but now, at nine PM he looked like he was ready to keel over right there on the line. Mark bit the inside of his cheek to keep from saying anything.

“Matt!” Greyson called again, and Matt stood, shakily, to place the likely-overcooked halibut onto its plate. He pushed it through the window and gave his boss a pointed look.

“The food has to cook, Chef, you gotta give mbe a minu – uh! ETSZCH-uhh!” Matt collapsed once again into his collar, righted himself quickly, and sucked in through his nose. “A mbinute,” he finished, his voice cracking.

“Halibut doesn’t take twenty minutes to cook, Chef,” Greyson snapped, snatching the plate from the line. “I expect my number-two to be able to keep ticket times under fifty minutes so the fucking restaurant doesn’t shut the fuck down.” Greyson handed three plates to Mark, who took them wordlessly and slunk out of the kitchen.

Mark dropped the food at its respective table, the guilt of not saying anything to Matt slowly eating away at him. He counted the tables left in the restaurant who still needed to eat – definitely more than he was hoping for. He really, really didn’t want to go back to the kitchen.

“Hey, Lij?” Mark said, approaching his boss at the host stand. Elijah was moving reservations from table to table on the iPad, configuring the remainder of the night.

“Hmm?” Elijah murmured, only half paying attention. Mark pursed his lips, weighing whether he should say anything.

Finally, he said, “Do you think you could ask Greyson to kind of… cool it with Matt? I mean, he seems like he’s really sick and Chef is like… totally berating him.”

Elijah raised an eyebrow and looked away from the iPad to meet Mark’s eyes. “You want me to ask Greyson to stop yelling at Matt… now? In the middle of service, when there are tables who have thirty-plus-minute ticket times?” The GM huffed out a laugh. “Man, Greyson told me about the whole bathroom situation, but I figured you guys were just drunk. I didn’t realize you were down so badly for him.”

Mark’s face flushed crimson; Elijah smirked at him, and turned back to the iPad. “Matt’s a big boy, Mark,” he said, not looking the floor manager in the eye. “He can handle Greyson yelling at him.”

“Yeah,” Mark muttered. “Okay.”

Mark trudged back to the kitchen to grab more food, the sound of Greyson’s frustrated voice hitting him before he could even step foot through the swinging doors.

“Order in! Two filets, two tofu, one halibut! Matt, I swear to God I had better see table twenty-six up in the next three seconds, Chef, it’s already at twenty-two minutes.”

“Yes, Chef,” Matt mumbled, barely loud enough for anyone to hear.

“I can’t hear you, Chef,” Greyson yelled back, tweezering herbs onto a dish.

“Yes, Che – ITZSHH-ue! HRETSZH-ue!” Matt ducked down below the line to sneeze, the sound painful and desperate. Mark could hear the crackling cough he was trying to hide all the way from where he was standing; his heart sunk. He wished like hell that he’d had the balls to say something – anything – to the other man this week. He wished he wasn’t such a fucking baby when it came to his feelings, or relationships, or standing up for himself or anyone else. He wished he was anyone but himself.

“Bless – Chef, do you need to switch spots with me?” Greyson asked, his voice finally softening at the sound of Matt’s coughing.

“Ndo, Chef,” Matt managed, standing. “I’mb fine. Twenty-six, up,” he said, slamming the plates onto the pass.

“Great,” Greyson mumbled. He garnished the plates and shoved them into Mark’s hands. “Twenty-six, go,” he said, not looking at the floor manager.

Mark nodded; he took the plates out into the dining room and dropped them; as he did, he made a promise to himself and, silently, to Matt: maybe there was nothing he could do or say during the shift to make Matt feel any better, but he would figure out a way, post-shift, to do something to help him. He would grow some balls, if it killed him.

While Elijah was still busy looking at reservations, Mark slipped into the bathroom and pulled out his phone. He put in a grocery order, to be picked up at ten the next morning. He typed out a text to Matt, scheduled it to send at the same time he would be picking up the groceries so he wouldn’t be able to wimp out and unschedule it. Then he put his phone back in his pocket, opened the door, and went to finish the shift.

***

His phone was ringing.

Matt groaned as he came to; he was covered in sweat, he could barely breathe, and he was stiff as a fucking board from passing out on his couch. Who the fuck was calling him? It was his one day off, could Greyson not leave him alone for one fucking day?

He grabbed the phone off the coffee table, ready to throw it across the room, when he realized the name on the screen wasn’t his boss’s.

Call from: Mark, Work.

Matt’s stomach jumped into his throat. The phone continued to ring while he squinted at the clock in the corner: ten twenty-three AM. Had he and Mark spoken last night? He could barely remember a fucking thing about the previous night, other than being utterly and completely miserable. The two of them definitely hadn’t spoken; he remembered giving Mark the cold should before service started, remembered the pitying look Mark had given him as Greyson screamed the restaurant down, remembered flying out the door the moment Greyson told him to go. They hadn’t spoken, their plans were obviously off, so why the hell was Mark calling him?

The call went to voicemail. Matt coughed into his elbow, a chesty sound that he really didn’t like, especially since he didn’t have health insurance. After a minute or so, another notification popped up: one new voicemail.

Curiosity got the better of him. Matt opened his phone and hit ‘play’.

“Hey, Matt, it’s um… it’s me. I know this is super weird, like I don’t know why I did it at this point weird, but, uh… I’m outside your building. I texted you, but now I’m realizing you’re probably asleep. Uh… I mean, if you get this I’m gonna, like, hang out out here for a bit. I brought soup! I can’t cook, so it’s from a deli, but I figured you might need something to eat, and you probably don’t want to cook since you’re sick. Your place is nice, by the way. Um. Okay. If you get this, cool, if not, I’ll uh… I’ll leave in a little bit. Okay. Bye.”

Matt felt his heart near-explode in his chest. Mark was sitting outside his building, with soup? What was this, a Hallmark movie?

He did it without thinking; he pulled up his text conversation with Mark and typed, hey, im awake. sorry I missed ur call. ill buzz you up :)

Mark was up the stairs in record time. He knocked, and Matt stood from the couch, forgetting until he was vertical that he was still in his work clothes from last night. Gross, he thought, but it was too late to change now – he took a few shaky steps towards the door and opened up.

Matt barely recognized Mark at first; he was only used to his floor-manager getup, button-downs and ties and slacks, his hair gelled back. Today, Mark wore jeans and a jean jacket over a Brighton University hoodie – did he go to college in England? - with black high-top converse. His curly hair was in his face, and he was carrying two full grocery bags. Mark smiled.

“Hey,” he said. “Can I come in?”

“Yea -” Matt attempted, not realizing his voice was completely shot until he tried to use it for the first time that day. His hand flew to his throat and he attempted to clear it, to no avail. “Shit, sorry, apparently I can’t talk,” he whispered.

Mark pursed his lips, obviously concerned. “That’s okay,” he said, stepping through the front door. He placed the bags on Matt’s tiny kitchen table and began pulling out supplies. “I come bearing gifts.”

There was the soup, like he said, but Mark also pulled out dayquil, and sudafed, and cough drops. He pulled out a box of tissues, bags of tea, and cough syrup – quite literally the whole nine yards. “I didn’t know what you had, so I figured I’d grab one of everything,” Mark said, embarrassed.

Matt didn’t know what to say. “Mark, I – hh! hhIGTSZH-uhh! Hh’TSHH-ue!” Matt crumpled into his elbow to sneeze, hard, and lapsed into a fit of coughing. Mark pushed the cold supplies towards him, smiling a bit.

“Bless you,” he said. “I’m sorry you’re so sick.”

Matt took a moment to blow his nose and uncapped the cough syrup. He chugged a bit, righted himself, and shrugged, embarrassed. “Not your fault,” he croaked. “Thank you for bringing all this.”

“It’s the least I could do,” Mark said, not looking into Matt’s eyes. “I’m really sorry for ignoring you the past few days, Matt. I… I mean, I don’t want to scare you off or anything but I haven’t really had, like, a real relationship in a long time. Like, a really long time.” He looked up, caught Matt’s red, watery eyes in his, and gave up the whole truth. “Like… ever.”

Matt nodded slowly, processing. “So… you don’t hate me?” he asked, the fever tossing to the wayside any filter he might have once had. Mark’s face colored; he laughed.

“I don’t hate you,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Like… I really don’t hate you. I – I mean, I really, really like you, Matt.”

It was Matt’s turn to flush bright red. “Even like this?” he asked, coughing into his fist. Mark smiled.

“Even like that.”

The two of them stood there, smiling twin goofy smiles, for a moment before Matt ducked once again into his elbow.

“Hh – ITSZHH-ue! Guhh.” He wiped his nose on the back of his hand, not caring how disgusting he looked. “I, umb, I really like you too, Mbark,” he said, coughing again. “Like… probably mbore than is normal or rational.”

This time, it was Matt who was caught off-guard. Before he knew what was happening, Mark had his hands on either side of Matt’s hot face and was tipping Matt’s head up to meet his. This one was different; while the first two kisses felt hungry, dangerous, this one was soft; an invitation. A promise of a future yet to come.

Matt pulled away to catch his breath. “You’ll get sick,” he muttered, eyes closed and hands around Mark’s thin frame. Mark tipped Matt’s head up, pushed his sweaty, dishwater blond hair out of his eyes, and pressed their foreheads together.

“I know,” he said, and pressed his lips against Matt’s once again.

Their third kiss – well. That was the one they would tell everyone at the wedding about.

#whiskeyswriting #snz #sickfic #snzfic #coldfic #snez #snzblr #male cold #male snz #m/m #male ocs #contagion #mess #i'd love to hear any feedback good or bad on this one bc i haven't written romance anything in a very long time lol #and idk if this sucks or not lmaooo

[britswriting]

The Announcement | Quadruple The Love H.S

Follow Y/N + Harry's journey from being a family of two, to a family of six! Also know as, Harry + Y/N have quadruplets! This series will contain blurbs, social media posts, interviews and everything family + fame!

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ynstyles: First trimester diaries! 🍼 First things first, finding out your pregnant, at least.. when you're trying, is the best feeling ever!!!! Harry and I took so many photos and videos (far too personal to share, (See slide four to see me on the verge of screaming and crying over the fact that I'm pregnant lol) you see me cry enough as it is lol) and we sat on the bathroom floor in pure happiness and disbelief. (and a lot of concern on my end..) I couldn't stop looking at my stomach and bubbling nonsense to Harry as we began our true first steps into parenthood. (I'll eventually talk about our journey, but if you're new, it hasn't been an easy one💝) As we watched my stomach grow, we couldn't stop touching it! The idea of feeling a kick, or a flutter... or even just the thought of a baby inside of me; pure happiness. (Pst, Harry sleeps with his hand on my belly and it's my new favorite thing ever!!!! It's so cute!!!) For those wondering, Morning sickness is brutal. I'm already losing sleep, vomiting my guts even in the middle of the night and much to my dismay, awakening Harry every time I scurry to the bathroom. (If Harry looks extra tired on camera, I apologize! - he'll tell me off for this, shh!) Tiredness is unreal. I mean, I figured growing a human would be hard, but I'm convinced I'm asleep more than I am awake. I wake up, vomit, eat some crackers take my meds, sleep repeat. Ultrasounds are the craziest experience ever!! Harry and I lost our minds and Harry's soft smile when we saw the screen is burned in my brain forever. He's honestly already such a good husband but I know he's going to be an even better father! I honestly can't wait!! @harrystyles I love you so much! Thank you for making me a mumma <3

annetwist: Congrats! I'm excited to finally talk about it!

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"Love, staring at it won't make the line appear quicker" Harry tried to ease, his hand on my back as my eyes laser locked on the pregnancy test.

"The line has to show at some point!"

Harry snatched the test off the counter, my mouth a gape, ready to throw protest when he grabbed my hand and led me to sit down on the cold tile with him.

"Harry! Give me the test!" I whined, my tear ducts filling as the past couple months of worry begun to spill over.

"Y/N, babe, just sit down with me. We're dong this together, alright?"

I reluctantly sat next to him, Harry setting the test on his thigh, his right hand clasping my left as we stared down at it.

"What if it's just one line?" I asked softly, my biggest fear being vocalized once again.

"Then we'll try again" He repeated instantly, a singular tear rolling down my cheek.

"Harry, it's our sixth round in three years" I cried, my eyes squeezing shut as the emotion left glistening trails down my cheeks.

"Y/N, we don't have to do it again" He told me calmly his thumb rubbing against my knuckles, something he did frequently to quietly soothe me.

"You already know how I feel about adoption" I whimpered, guilt encasing my chest as I slowly opened my eyes, my blurred vision attempting to peak at the test.

"I know" He replied, not offering much else as he starred at the test.

"I'm a horrible person" I begin to cry again, taking my hand out of his as I covered my face.

"You're not a horrible person, y/n"

"What woman doesn't want to adopt, Harry?! We could! We could have already had a family! What kind of person is afraid too adopt?!"

"A person whose thought about every avenue. Y/N, it's perfectly normal to want what you want. Can you open your eyes please when I talk to you?" He asked, His green eyes were full of hope, my throat tightening as I glanced away. "Y/N" Harry warned, getting me to look back at him. "I know you're afraid of everything that comes with adoption, and if it's a huge fear of yours, whether it's that you won't love them the same, or they won't love you, or all of the separation issues you've read about.. it's just a different journey that we'd take together. We'd figure it out. You're not the first person to be nervous to adopt if that's a path we need to consider. However we start our family, is how we start our family. I know having a biological baby means a lot to you, but if that's not where life takes us, I think we both need to prepare ourselves to come to terms with that" He told me honestly, my lips pursed as I nodded.

It was true.

As horrific as it made me feel, I was afraid that if I adopted, I wouldn't love that child the same way I would my own. Maybe it was silly.. but my dream was to always have a baby of my own, and now that it's became an entire ordeal including medical professionals and obsessive calendar counting, I knew I needed to let my brain dance with the idea again... but could I really do that to a child? Bring them into this loving home.. and not love them the way they deserved? Would I ever view that baby as my own? Or would it feel more like a godparent babysitting situation?

IVF has been a rough path that Harry and I have walked down. One we didn't take lightly, and one we definitely probably over researched before even attempting such feat.. but with all the cons.. there were the pros.

So we tried, and we tried, an we tried.... and we gave up. Adoption maybe? Foster care? Surrogacy? Egg donors? There was a million routes.. but none of them felt like my dream. I wanted to have sex one night and wake up pregnant the next morning with my husbands child, and I struggle a lot with the fact that that isn't how it's happening.

It would be so easier if I could blame Harry, and his annoying sperm.. but the reality is, Harry is perfectly capiable impregnating someone.

I'm the problem.

Learning that you're supposed sole duty of a period every month wasn't even worth it... definitely landed me in some pretty intense therpary.

There has been more dark days than light for both Harry and I.

I'd be lying if I said divorce had never crossed our minds.

Things got bad, before they got good again and now here I sat next to him, wedding band on my finger as tears streamed down my cheeks, ready to be once again disappointed by my body.

"Can we just see what this test says and go from there, please?" I asked quietly, Harry nodding. "Can you look? My eyes are blurry"

I did my best to clear my vision when I heard the inhale of Harry's sharp breathing.

"What?" I asked, panic making my body tense. "What?!"

"It's two lines! Y/N! You're pregnant!" He practically yelled, my entire body stilling.

"What?"

"YOU'RE PREGNANT!" He yelled, scurrying off the floor, helping me up and yanking me into a hug and a kiss.

"Oh my god" I exhaled, my vison thankfully clearing as I snatched the test, seeing the two pink lines for myself.

"That has to be fake" was my immediate reaction as I held the test up to the light, the pink line darkening right in front of me. "Where is the clearblue one?" I asked Harry, Harry's arms wrapping around me, his palms resting against my stomach as I pulled open one of the drawers, finding my stash of pregnancy tests.

The drawer was probably my most opened drawer in the entire household; which meant it was also my most hated.

All it held was dreams and disappointment.

"Can you grab me a few water bottles, please?" I asked, setting the test aside as I opened one of the more expensive pregnancy test boxes.

"Baby, it's so dark" Harry showed me, crease lines between his brow as his dimples pops from the smile he had.

"I know, I know.. I just.. want to be sure. I need to pee again! Water, please!"

Three water bottles later, I found myself peeing on yet another stick and plopping the capped test onto toilets paper on our counter.

I hated waiting.

"Babe, are you going to look?" Harry asked, a goofy smile still on his face as he leaned against the door frame.

"What if the test was wrong?" I asked again eyeing the drugstore pregnancy test next to Harry.

"Baby, they're supposed to be one of the most accurate tests"

"But false positives are a thing!" I shouted, shaking my hands as I paced the space between the toilet and the bathtub.

"Y/N" Harry sighed, "I know you're worried, and we can make a doctors appointment to verify.. but baby, I think this is it. I think we've done it"

I hesitantly walked up to the counter, my eyes locked on my mess of a reflection in front of me before slowly finding the test.

"Oh my god" I exhaled, the bold "pregnant" staring back at me. "Harry!" I quickly showed the test, a smile starting to form at my lips as my eyes welled up with tears again, "I.. we're... oh my god!" I shrieked, jumping a little as I waved the test next to me.

I quickly pulled out my phone, the video shaky as ran over to Harry, kissing him before showing the test to the camera.

"We're pregnant!" I yelled out, Harry grinning as he leaned down to kiss me again, the video stopping and I turned to the camera, Harry snatching the drugstore test, both of us holding up the tests as we took countless photos before posting in the mirror, taking all sorts of different angles of my belly.

I can't believe we're pregnant.

"I told you you weren't fat" he chuckled as we inspected my bloated stomach.

"I'm fat with your baby!" I laughed, my hand running over the puffy skin. "God, I'm going to get more stretchmarks"

"Good thing you married a man who happens to love them" He pecked my cheek, his hands on my hips.

"We need to make a doctors appointment pronto and make sure these tests are correct" I informed, setting the plastic test on the counter.

"Baby..."

"I know, I know! I just.. I want to be sure, okay?"

"I know. I love you no matter what, but I really think this time.. this time is it"

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Hello! I've had this idea for a while, and I thought it would be fun to make kind of an open ending series? Meaning we can work on this for as long as we want! From finding out, to their birth, and just watching them grow up! If you have any requests, feel free to ask! I don't plan on posting them in order (like birth, growing up etc), but I will have them posted in (hopefully) chronological order in the masterlist!

Feel free to leave requests in the comments or on my ask via my profile!

If you have any baby names, let me know! I have the sex's picked out, but not the names!

I wanted to make this longer, but Tumblr has a 10 photo limit so...

I'm hoping as I get into it, I can write the blurbs better, just with their storyline, it was a bit hard to make it very happy and fluffy lol.

Welcome to my Quadruplet series! (I might post it on wattpad, I'll update the masterlist with a link if it is!!)

pst. my little circles won't stay where I want them to, if you know how to fix that lmk, otherwise we can both be annoyed together!

-Brit <3

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[undercoverpena]

IMAGINE, frankie getting you tickets to see your favourite band/singer, watching you in awe as you light up when they come on stage. hands on your waist when you sway in front of him. you keep thanking him between songs, kissing his cheek.

and he doesn’t think he could feel happier, but then your song comes on. the one he hears you belt out in the shower, in the kitchen, in the car. and the way your face lights up is like nothing he’s ever seen before. he’s transcended. he’s in heaven. he’s so in love it fucking hurts not to say it.

and then you turn in his arms, singing the chorus at him—fingers in his curls—smile so large it has hit your eyes and made them crinkle in the corners. and he realises he cannot wait, cannot hold those words back any more. and because he knows it so well, he knows when the words will drop, and the music will quiet for a second, and that’s when he says.

those three words.

and the smile that erupts over your face smothers the one that was there before, makes his heart triple, quadruple in size.

pulling him to your lips, you grin. “I love you to, Frankie.” and then you begin singing again.

this has rotted my brain for months, and every time I hear one song, it comes back up—so if you’ve seen me talk about this before, sorry not sorry.

#frankie friday #happy frankie friday #frankie morales x reader #francisco morales x reader #frankie morales x you #francisco morales #francisco catfish morales #frankie morales

[ladytauria]

27. "I'm pregnant" With DickTim (but perhaps both are very much cis and the person who said it is drunk or got hit on the head or idk)

it took me a sec to figure out what i wanted to do for this prompt; and then when i did, how to execute it, but. i had a lot of fun writing this prompt, lol. i hope you enjoy!

“I cannot believe the love of my life would betray me like this,” Dick says, pressing his hand to his heart, dramatics fueled by the way Tim’s eyes are dancing. “How could you, Timmy?” His voice wavers with suppressed mirth.

Tim bites back laughter. He’s unfairly pretty, wearing one of Dick’s old university tees over lounge pants; face flushed pink with both amusement and the wine they’d been drinking. “I’m sorry, honey.”

“No— I was gonna spend the rest of my life with you! But you— I can’t recover from this.” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, baby, but—” He blinks rapidly, wiping a non-existent tear from his eye. “It’s over.”

Tim clutches his hands over his chest. “You can’t leave me.” There’s a flash of something playful and wicked on his face before his eyes go wide and round. He steps forward, clutching at Dick’s arm with one hand, the other falling over his stomach. “I’m pregnant.”

Dick chokes. “You’re—”

They stare at each other for a moment, and then—Dick’s not sure which of them cracks first, only that they fall into each other, both of them shaking with laughter as they sink to the floor.

Eventually, their mirth fades; giggles slowly coming to an end. Tim lets go of Dick’s arm so he can pull it around his shoulders, settling against Dick’s side. Dick slips his hand under Tim’s t-shirt, cupping his hip and stroking his skin with his thumb. Tim hums, resting his head on Dick’s shoulder, tipping back to look up at him.

“Love of your life, huh?” he whispers, stroking his fingers over Dick’s forearm.

Dick’s face warms. “I— Well.” Dick is an affectionate person, especially when they’re alone. There’s nothing he loves more than to wrap himself around Tim and remind him—physically, verbally—that he loves him. Call him a sap, a sentimental fool, he doesn’t care. But—hearing the joking phrase echoed back at him… it trips him up, a little.

Tim’s eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles. It’s a soft, sweet smile, one reserved for Dick alone. It never fails to make him feel all gooey inside. “You’re the love of mine, too,” he murmurs, turning so he can smear a kiss on Dick’s neck.

Dick would swear his heart was doing quadruple somersaults in his chest. “Yeah?” His voice is almost embarrassingly breathless.

“Yeah,” he whispers, reaching up to stroke over Dick’s cheek.

Dick leans into it, then turns to kiss Tim’s palm. He lets the kiss linger for a moment. Then, he scoops Tim up, manhandling him into his lap; earning a startled intake of breath and then a surprised, pleased smile as Tim winds his arms around his neck. Dick cups his face, peppering kisses all over it, until Tim is shaking with giggles again.

Then he stops, nose against Tim’s cheek, lips at his jaw. “So… about that pregnancy,” he says, leadingly.

Tim huffs a laugh. “I can’t get pregnant, Dick. You know that.”

Dick sucks a kiss into his jaw, delighting in the sharp intake of breath that gets him. “I dunno, Timmy,” he murmurs. “Won’t know unless we try, will we?”

Tim grips his shoulder with one hand. The other tangles in his hair. “You— You know, you might be right. Might, uh. We might have to try a few times. Just to make sure.”

Dick’s hands slip under Tim’s borrowed t-shirt. “I vote we start now,” he says, trailing his mouth down Tim’s jaw.

Tim gasps again, fingers tightening in Dick’s hair. “Motion granted,” he says, and tugs Dick’s head back to capture his mouth in a searing kiss.

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#this is kinda messy im sorry xD #also it might be on of the silliest things ive ever written xDDD #thank u for the prompt! #deepwithintheabyss #asks and answers #tauriawrites #tauriawritesfanfic #dicktim #dcu

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JJK Headcanons: Suit & Tie Edition

Word count: A lot I wrote this on Mobile. (Would love if somebody comments the word count for me lol)

Summary: JJK as Professionals/Corporate Boys + as BFs ((randomly began to rate them on a scale of 10, this post is really for my amusement—I hope you enjoy!!)) (I’ll update this over time to include all male JJK characters and more details, just really a random thought post), #activepost. (Will also likely end up lengthy so)

Hiromi: Lawyer

Of Course Hiromi would continue his work as a public defense attorney. He’s considerate but neurotic. Fair but cautious. And has a strong sense of principles that make his job perfect for him but also perfect for his various neurosis to fester and continue depressing this overwhelmed man.

As a Partner: At the point Hiromi (probably a mid life crisis) really realizes he’d like a relationship he’d be the guy that has everything planned out in his head but fails miserably somehow. He’s so analytical and emotional (his consideration of others not really the expression of emotion) and would end up a worry wart of sorts about being up to par with whatever imaginary standards he’s projected onto you. Less so than reassurance, you’d just be incline to remind him he doesn’t need to go above and beyond or have super grand gestures to be impressive. Likewise he’d want to communicate (maybe too much) once a conflict or issue occurred and I can see him likely being a bit overbearing with “You okay? Are you realllyyy okay??? You sureeee???” Along with literal hour long sit downs after arguments or disagreements. You end up feeling he can get parental but find him a good balance or synergy to your possibly avoidant or passive (I just end up shutting up completely lmao) conflict style. He’d work way too much in the beginning and maybe even have a moment of conflict with you about it but will level out with time as you will be his literal priority and focus. Diligent and upstanding he’s (in my taste) a 7-8/10. (I’d get immediately tired of his work schedule cause I’m “clingy”)

Nanami: Doctor

While Nanami is canonically coded as an overworked salary man I think in another universe he’s the perfect doctor. Similar to Hiromi but a bit more stoic and willing to work pass his limits. He’s the type to really be working triple, quadruple shifts off nothing but caffeine and the smiles of his patients. I think he’d be a pediatrician, dentist, or the perfect primary care physician. I see him being a talented medical student that actually does it for the love of the work. He’s the doctor everyone has the hugest crush on but are too intimidated to speak to—and who is also assumed to obviously be claimed cause who wouldn’t.

As a Partner: Kento would absolutely have the worst schedule. He’s genuinely, (probably neurotically), earnest and diligent. His patients’ care is his only concern and you would end up finding his work reputation as an anti social coworker pretty incongruent to the yeah quiet, sometimes intimidating but overwhelmingly kind and considerate man. Of course you become his “special” patient (whether you meet him as his patient or outside of work) and you begin to cutely annoy him by always being sick and needing to be seen only by him. He’ll honestly at first find it lightly irritating as a distraction but will realize how his shoulders ease and his breath steadies when he calms at your presence. As a man of a few words, and literally hands on as a health practitioner, he will communicate his love with actions and gifts. You’re surprised at work or date out with your friends with flowers and a note. Or he tells you he doesn’t want you inside all day and left his card on the nightstand. “Buy something for me ;).” How he only is ever cute or flirty in texts, and a shy even bubbling big guy who flushes red when you kiss him on the cheek. He’s the guy the upper admin want to promote but then will be even more unavailable so he doesn’t tell you about it. And at a work dinner when his coworker comments on it, lowers his head in shame for keeping it from you. In an argument, whether he feels right or wrong, he just wants you to calm down. Hate to psychoanalyze but Nanami gives the vibe he overprotects because he wasn’t protected and/or saw those he cared about hurt terribly and that those he treasures he’s pained to see disturbed in any way. So no he doesn’t want to see you mad and rightfully so he doesn’t know how to communicate he wants MORE time with you not less…and how he actually found a better job with better pay in another state so… “Y/N? Absolutely I was wrong to hold it from you…but now that I told you my other plans…would you…” (lmao I’m trolling I’m so sorry). Overall if he drops everything for me he’s a 10/10 cause he’s also my first JJK Husbando anyway blep) Strong, big, and SILENT!

Suguru: Political Consultant

Pre & Post Kenjaku Geto would be someone ending up in politics. Everyone wants to save him and give him his little tattoo shop but this man (of course once any incredibly negative event would happen cause he’s very emo coded) would be at think tanks and conferences and Capital Hill. While not sinister he’s a good bit mischievous (and messy). He’d love it for the sheer drama and mess and blackmail. He’d love how easy it would be to orchestrate against his enemies for whatever his “grand ideas” are…in reality he’s the worst (best) type of personality because he would never be “neutral,” he’d simply let it be known his “side” is whichever and whoever advances his desires. And his allegiances WILL change. He’d be the political actor in all those official photos no one really knows and that’s the point. (damn he’s just inspired a Scandal TV Show AU)

As a Partner: Boy…you better be the most apolitical person ever, devious as all hell, or truly ready to be his simp in all regards. This man will be everywhere but home. He WILL miss dates, I’m so sorry! (Even if he was jobless he’d somehow be late or miss a date and nobody can convince me otherwise.) You’d go to truly bewildering events in terms of scope and breadth of wealth, access, and political influence. As an Aquarius (real life shade too I’m sorry again) he’d be so two faced! You’d hear him drag for someone BAD and then upon meeting them realize THEY think he’s their BEST FRIEND. I’m sorry Geto is messy coded to me and you’d have to be down for being a hater at Dawn. (We’d work as friends not lovers cause I wake up and hate.) He’d spoil you monetarily from the beginning so it’s up to you if you accept them even if their very obligatory feeling. Otherwise, I see him being impressed by your ability to challenge him, call him out, or deny him. He TELLS you you’re going to be his date to an event but maybe he was way too flirty with one of his peers and thought you didn’t notice? He’s left outside in his bespoke suit with happy flowers and a sour face. 😂 BUT, he’ll weirdly respect (even possibly turned on.) Depending on how you play it he’ll be the guy who just won’t leave you alone and loves to bother you into a reaction for his amusement—or (if you decide to simp) a guy who’ll definitely see how far you’ll let him go. He’ll flirt with everyone and openly lightly disrespect you cause honestly he’s likely encountered enough simps before. Yet, the fact it’s out of pure emotion and want for him rather than money or prestige will make him feel guilty and he’ll SLOWLY but EVENTUALLY be a good partner holistically. Even to the degree he’ll break “character” upon any disrespect or unsavory comment made towards you. Politically—(I know for me I’d kill him probably) since he’d be a “only here for my own best and vested interests,” maybe you’d think hard on his principles. Maybe you’d confront him about how his “neutrality” is selfish and he should be able to stand on something and stick to it! Then maybe he’ll just simply bring out a laptop you’ve never seen before, type in a few things facing away from you, and show you terrabytes of collected info on everyone across the spectrum…maybe he’d then sit there bored as you scream “REALLY? NO WAY?? NOT HER??? Okay well I felt like he’d do something like tha….OH EWWWWW.” And scoffs to himself thinking “and that’s only what I know won’t make you throw up…” All in all I see TRUST and sincerity being the biggest dealbreaker given (and it’s fair) to feel like he’s fake with you or unsure of his feelings. But…the way he gets in bed and private lets you accept his real feelings for you. He’s a 6/10 because the flirting would KILL ME. And he’s technically my second and half JJK Husbando. Grown him would still be menace regardless of Kenjaku.

Satoru: Sports Manager/Finance

Now Satoru would either be the nepo baby that abandons it all or the nepo baby that reluctantly accepts his role at his family conglomerate. If he gets his way: I see Satoru as a sports manager. He’s a people person, athletic, and would care about the young athletes in the industry. If we convert the students of Jujutsu to athletes I definitely see him being one of the managers representing the most Olympians and medaled performers. He’s hot in his shades and open shirt suits with his iPhone against his ear and his blackberry in his hand texting off a contract or something…(Sports Manager AU coming up :/)

Now if he accepts his role at his family conglomerate he’s the CEO of an old money finance firm. He hates his life and his job and hates his responsibilities. It would be closer to his feelings of burden in the story cause he’s well off and well respected but it’s because he was born to be, so it’ll be a job of obligation. Yet, he’d definitely be a philanthropist and own a charity. He’d hate (but understand) the criticism so he’d just shrug and do the most he can. He’s the type to stay single (or marry a few times) but adopt and of course Megumi, Yuuji, and Nobara are his kids. He does conferences and speaks at events and otherwise is one of those “good” billionaires. (I’d give him a hard time about where his money comes from while telling him what color Birkin I want…cause duality…)

As a Partner: Sports Manager Satoru will not be as free and it’s likely upon cementing a committed relationship you’ll travel with him across the world. I don’t see Satoru being the kind of guy who can do LONG distance or long period of time without physically being near his partner. You’d be the wife without a ring (only for a short time, he’s definitely a “if you’re down I’m down and I love you so let’s get this show on the road” type man. He’s the kind to wait to find the right one but you’ll be a bit annoyed at how many possible “right ones” are floating around in the world. He’ll chuckle sheepishly cause every event lurks an ex somewhere. Whether for a week or a couple years—and you fight seething next to him as you take a long gulp of the alcohol in your glass. How it gets to you beyond jealousy that maybe he’s a lover boy and not retired yet? How you want to never be a numbered ex in an irritatingly lengthy list… “Did you really have to give ALL of them the partner title?” You say as you cross your arms and huff in a pout. Satoru’s the kind to always wanna laugh or kiss conflict away, usually it worked but not now. “Babe…,” he moves closer to you to which you move farther from him. “Babe…? Please?” When he has to get serious and you’re being avoidant or passive then he’s the manager everyone fears for his easy ferocity. Now your held down with no choice but to face his peering blue eyes. “Hey…I know my…past upsets you. I mean…shit it kinda upsets me too.” The scowl on your face makes him shake out of his intensity to clean up the sentence: “No I mean, I wish I knew how to love better…I wasted a lot of time and energy…and other people’s time and energy…so for what’s it worth I’m trying and we are in it for the long haul, kid.” No matter your age, he’ll clock your immaturity cutely. Big spender, pretty obvious. Lover boy, who you’ll have to keep an eye on solely for the women who will try you. You end up being at every game and rumored an athletes partner until Toru gets proper mad (extremely jealous he’s not getting the shipping attention and it’s his partner!) and will pop the question at a championship game or whatever. I see a regular fun but albeit stressful travel induced relationship. But one with a thousand memories and fun. Although (please don’t cut me) Gojo isn’t my type at all I don’t know why—he’s def still a 9/10. I can accept dealing with exes and others if you’re ACTUALLY devoted to ME.

Finance Bro Toru: This will not be an openly happy and likely extravagant or extraverted Satoru. This one would be cold and reclusive. It’s likely you only end up on a date with him because he weirdly keeps seeing you on the metro or at his coffee shop or at his favorite lounge. It’ll be nothing to him but he’ll slowly (likely having nothing better to do and being distant from others) people watch doing his best to not accept he only ever watches you. It becomes his break from pressing matters that don’t matter at all to him. How simple but frenzied you are and how you overapologize for knocking over something. How you debated out loud if it was worth asking the Barista to correct your order, then giving up upon mumbling “Oh everyone is so stressed nowadays it’s fine. I’ll just drink it.” How you bristle thinking the man behind you just laughed at you…but how silly that must be to assume on a random man. How he’ll play with his watch and phone outside the shop waiting on you. How he grows impatient and stomps his foot too used to ordering people around and having folks at his beck and call. He’ll cough loudly as you pass by and since you pay him no mind weirdly jogs to catch up to you. “Uh, hey! Hi…Hello,” this dude is weird what does he want. “I—I,” eh he’s cute but…has a stuttering problem? “Yeah guy? What’s up? My train leaves in ten minutes and I got a thirty minute walk before I even get there.” How he doesn’t know how to keep up and finds you abrasive. “I just wanted to ask if you’d like to eat somewhere with me? NOT right now…of course…aha.” You look over the admittedly stunning obvious investor type with consideration. “I thought you had somewhere to be?” He teases. “Oh I do! But…the event I had to get to in ten minutes started an hour ago…lol. I think they’ve accepted my absence by now.” And the both of you would stand awkwardly for like 3-5 good minutes. “So,” you both speak. “Ah you can go sorry about that,” Toru throws. “Well…where you wanna go eat?” And Boom Satoru’s forgotten the seven meetings for today. At first thinking if anything this beautiful stranger can give me a good day. Then when he realizes he’s a late 20 something with no real social life or sense of fun so now you’re damn near seeing him whenever he can. And he’ll love to sneak off to your shabby apartment where his people won’t think to look. “Toru don’t you have a literal meeting with Wells Fargo?” He’ll sour any time you mention work. “Do I have to go to serve a real purpose or just fill in a seat and say yes to whatever they propose?” Well he ate that tbh. So you let him continue eating his Deli sandwich and watching the Bear. Once he loves you he will not even entertain the debate of leaving you because of his role. If anything he’ll propose (albeit inappropriately) at an elite event for the sole sake of making everyone mad. You want to be sure he’s with you for you and not to prove a point or be a “bad boy” and all he does is call up his best friend Suguru in DC and Shoko in Seattle to tell you about how truly terrible your man was as a youth. If anything you bring him back to the source of his actual personality. So you realize this old geezer is actually a retired trouble maker and is absolutely in love with you and getting you both in “trouble.” Easily one of the biggest spenders but deeply intimate so it’ll go either way. He could just be the guy that buys you exactly what you want when you want or the guy that yeah buys you a Rolex without blinking but makes you open ten boxes from huge to miniature all as a gag as he can’t stop laughing at your disappointment. Upon getting to the Rolex he waits for the scream and jumping into his arms. He’ll be a little shitty pervert once you’re in his arms though. 7/10 only cause I romanticized it ALOT but I hate the Uber wealthy and that lifestyle. Plus he’d be much harder to warm up and likely be someone YOU really want to be with tbh😭 AND he’d likely be a victim of a VERY small worldview so unless you code it like dumb rich man meets the real world he’d be insufferable.

Yuuji: Construction Firm CEO/Estate Broker

Yuuji would do construction. Don’t know why he just seems the type…(actually I watch Selling Sunset). He’s less a real estate agent and more an owner of a large estate development firm. If Yuuji ever would decide a life where every day is suits and ties…he’s gonna forgo the tie and remain open shirt to almost an inappropriate degree…he’ll always get requests for “personal” tours but ruins it getting lost in over explaining permitting and how difficult it was to get city approval for zoning. He has the perfect personality for it as it’s an active, hands-on job that’s still people based but also creative. Yuuji is someone who would need a holistically fulfilling job and I think the energy of real estate development is very him.

As a Partner: Full Blown Unintentional Love Bomber. I hate to say it but Yuuji is absolutely someone to fall and fall WAY too hard. I don’t see him being aggressive or forceful but he will appear wherever you are. He’s a well connected, well respected, wealthy man it’s not weird for him to end up at the parties you end at up either. It’s stranger for you to be there but whether you are in his field or of a professional career, a client or someone who just meets him, Yuuji will be the kind to sweep you off your feet. While it’s likely you won’t always physically be around him or able to—he’s the kind to have you on the phone throughout his work day, all day. “Yeah I mean again it was right for you to tell your boss you can’t do someone elses—DIDNT I SAY A DIFFERENT STYLE OF BACKWASH! Portion of the work? If they know there’s gonna be a big client coming then they should’ve—TODO CALL ABOUT THE PERMITS BEFORE I LOSE MY FUCKING MIND!!! Made sure everyone did their portfolio and presentations…do you need me to call up there? You know I know…”(insert CEO you don’t even know of your company’s Name Here lmao). It would all depend on you if how hard he loves is perfect or off putting. He’d love very publicly but would respect your request for reduced or no PDA. He’d just be so happy he has someone tbh. And someone who wants what he wants in a long term, committed way. He’s a lover boy but only in the sense he wants to truly give his heart to someone and take care of someone else’s. Big spender, big protector, big my girl said I can’t come so *shrugs*, very much a “stop telling me how much something is…numbers annoy me, here” and now you got his black card realness. In conflict he will force you into his arms and make sure you scream, cry, and whatever else ;) it all out. You get annoyed he refuses to argue with you and will literally fall silent. How he tells you everyone gets frustrated but he just can’t get frustrated with you as he leaves you for work with a kiss on the forehead. How you get a heat building in your stomach and suddenly want to shop for kid’s clothes. Upon marriage and/or creating a family Yuuji calls Megumi up to design a couple houses. “A couple houses??? We only need one Yu…” You can’t contain your laughter. “One? That is absolutely not enough. We are going to have two family homes—you decide where. You’re gonna have your own condo when you want time to yourself and—babe you know me…thinking of houses for the babies…” meanwhile nobody is pregnant. But you hold your stomach instinctively for some reason. How fatherly and intense made your initial reaction become: “Sure! I mean…how many houses we thinking…?” You chuckle nervously, to which Yuuji just tells Megumi they’ll speak later and rises from his seat towards you. “I don’t know, but for sure one has to look like me and one has to look like you…so what we gonna do about that? Guess we’ll have to keep em coming till that happens, no?” 10/10 I’m so “one and done” like? I do NOT feel like dating 😂

Megumi: Architect/Engineer

I debated whether he would be an Architect or Engineer but if we ever learn their favorite subjects we’ll know if he’s STEM-brained or more humanities based. Either way he’ll do something that’s still creative but methodical. Like Yuuji he’d need full stimulation from his job and I think of course he’d be Yuuji’s business partner who designs the buildings. Likewise a job with purpose and long lasting impact. He’s definitely about sustainability and would incorporate nature similar to Japanese architects like Sou Fujimoto (utilizes unconventional shapes and literal nature) and Kengo Kuma (utilizes shape and literal environment by means of aesthetic cohesion to the surroundings xyz I had to look it up and simplify it 😭💕).

Otherwise he’s some kind of engineer (I’m more humanities so forgive how bad I summarize). Rather than unfamiliar, I’m moreso unsure of which kind of engineering would suit him “the most” but I find of course he’d likely be an industrial, civil, or architectural engineer. He’d want to be useful and in every sense not waste his time or his energy. Maybe a concentration in environmental engineering specifically just cause I see him having a mindset of sustainability and community.

As a Partner: Openly neurotic and pathological about his work so be ready for that kind of man. Will absolutely get mad if you interrupt him working but knowing it’s a him thing will feel guilty about ghosting you for a week…so will continue to ghost you. You’ll have be angry, sad, or simping enough to endure Megumi. He’s definitely introverted and because of the insular nature of his work will be a human black cat. He’ll want his pets when he wants them, cuddles when he wants them, distance when he wants it, etc. You’ll have be used to or okay with someone who may not talk the entire day. Even if he’s not working, I see Megumi just being someone who can and will revel in peace and silence. If you relate that’s perfect and you’ll be two cats in a burrito blanket. If not, he’ll REALLY have to like you to like your possibly disruptive or hyper active nature. And may not be able to appreciate you until you meet Yuuji and Nobara and others. He’ll realize “Yeah, it’s me” realizing just like with everyone else he grew to care about he has to be open and fair and patient. All of a sudden he chuckles more at your dumb jokes or clumsy nature. As a professional, whether it be conferences or grants or fellowships Megumi will end up sought after and very busy. Likely the weight of academics and infrastructure will be visible in his pronounced dark eyes so it’ll take time for him to break out of accepting being overburdened and overworked but your trips to the beach, your propensity to miss deadlines and laugh it off, the way you went to class or work hung over and had an amazing day…he takes it all in and so maybe he won’t accept or feel pressured to do this or that or work overtime on this or help someone with that…he’ll learn how to “overwork” his own way and once he’s consulting with cities on infrastructural improvements and visiting more schools seeing little kids projects on space and noodle bridges he’ll remember how fun what he does is and will kiss you the most passionate he ever has when he gets home. How his hand rests on your stomach and rubs it lightly. “Meg (his albeit reluctantly accepted nickname) your so flirty tonight?! What’s up with you?” He’ll say nothing as he leans into the crook of your neck and breaths. He doesn’t think he’s a charmer but that’s what makes him all the more dreamy to you. How you never could question his sincerity since he’s the living embodiment of it, so how when he wants you—really wants you…it’s easy to lean into him and let him drift your bodies to your bedroom. Empty introverted all up on you cat boy Megumi: 10/10. The functionality of the relationship is a strong 3/10 because he will not prioritize the relationship for a number of MONTHS. He’s a workaholic introvert who is an engineer…whether graduate student, Ph.D, Instructor, or seasoned professional he’s def gonna be hard to deal with. Likewise you’ll have to be really strict with him about replying to you cause he’ll just…not do it. He’ll answer in his head and hope it gets to you…so once you threaten a breakup if he goes a day ever again without replying to you…he’s incredibly responsive and kicks himself at all the day to day conversation he missed out on…so he’ll make up for it.

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HANDS | Spencer Reid

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Warnings: violence, patients having an episode, hurt/comfort

Requested: YES! by @acid-esther

Hi!! If you still take requests, could I please ask for some hurt/comfort with Spencer’s hands and forearms, but in a cute fluffy tender way? I’ve been obsessed with them and the idea of him holding my face and holding on to his wrists or something.

Take of this what you please. Have a great day💕💕💕

Author's Note: This isn't great, but it's not bad either? I hope you enjoy!

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The autumn air whisked around me as I made my way from my car to the hospital doors, cup of coffee still warm in my hand. Luckily, I still had a few minutes to spare to get changed and enjoy my morning drink before starting my shift. 

I had a good feeling about today. I had slept well and I actually felt happy. Though, I believed that was mostly due to the fact that my boyfriend had been home after being gone for his job for five days on end. 

It felt great having him in my arms again. 

Spencer was an agent with the BAU, the department of the FBI that focused on the behaviors of the criminals based on profiles. While I always thought his job was incredibly interesting and loved hearing about how he and the team had caught a serial killer, the fear and anxiety I felt about Spencer getting hurt on the job took the upperhand most of the time. 

I was happy to have him home, even if it was just for short periods of time. 

As I started getting changed into my scrubs, my phone rang in my pocket. A smile made its way to my lips as my boyfriend’s name appeared on the screen and picked up, wedging the phone between my ear and shoulder whilst taking my jeans off. 

“Hiya, Pretty Boy.” 

I could hear the smile in his voice as he answered. “Hi, Lovely. You got to work okay?” 

“Yeah, I did. Just got in,” I replied and pulled on my pink scrubs. “There’s some leftover pancakes from my playdate with Jack and Henry yesterday morning in the fridge for you, if you like.” 

“Oh, yeah, I found the pancakes – thanks.” He chuckled. “Why didn’t you wake me up when you left?”

I grabbed the phone in my hand again and closed my locker with my free hand. “I tried to,” a chuckle rolled off my lips. “You were fast asleep, Baby. I couldn’t get you to wake up, no matter how hard I tried.” 

“Ahh, that was the tickling feeling I felt on my face,” he mumbled, chuckling again. 

Remembering how I had tried to kiss him awake that morning, peppering his face with featherlight kisses made my smile widen. “Oh, no, that wasn’t me. I’m sure that was Mrs. Volaski’s cat on your face,” I told him jokingly, which made him let out an airy laugh. “Will you be home tonight?” 

“I think so. Haven’t heard from JJ, so it seems we’ll be getting our two days off after all,” he said and I could tell he was smiling widely. The idea of Spencer being home when I got home caused flutters in my stomach. “I’m cooking for you tonight.”

The flutters quadrupled. Not only was I going to have the sweetest boy in my arms for one more night, he was going to cook for me. Knowing him, that would mean the most romantic night that was going to end in bed. 

“Ooh, I’m gonna be proper spoiled tonight, huh?” I asked, smirking. 

“You betcha,” said Spencer. “My princess deserves to be spoiled.” 

I couldn’t stop the blush from spreading across my cheeks as I made my way out of the locker room and into the briefing room where most of my coworkers already were. “I’m looking forward to it,” I said, softly, so my coworkers wouldn’t hear. “I gotta go, Spence, the briefing’s starting.” 

“All right. See you tonight, Lovely.” 

“See you tonight.” 

I hung up the phone and tucked it into the pocket of my scrub shirt before joining my coworker’s side. Aisha smiled at me, one of those teasing smiles she would always give me whenever we were talking about either one of our love lives. 

“The genius is home?” she asked, nudging me with her elbow. 

I nodded my head and was unable to hide my smile from her or anyone else. “Yeah. He’s cooking for me tonight,” I said, almost proudly. 

“Ooh, proper romantic.” Aisha wiggled her eyebrows teasingly. 

 The two of us fell silent as the head of our department started on the debrief, though I couldn’t stop thinking about what was going to happen tonight in the confines of mine and Spencer’s apartment. However, even that didn’t help me with what was about to come. 

What I thought would be an amazing day, turned out to be one of the worst days of my life. Everything seemed to be going wrong, the family of patients were yelling at me and I felt like the world was crashing down on me. It wasn’t until Minnie Wilder, one of my younger patients, started having an episode, when I officially crashed. She was throwing everything she could find, her screams bouncing off the walls. As I made my way inside to help her, I was immediately greeted by the glass of water that resided on her bedside table. 

I wasn’t fast enough to duck and the glass shattered onto my forehead, splintering into a thousand pieces, a few of which caught into my forehead. The sting of pain rushed through me before I could possibly register anything else in the room. My coworkers quickly filed into the room to calm Minnie down, only Aisha turned to me. 

“You okay, honey?” she asked, inspecting my face for any wounds other than the one gash on my forehead. “Come on, I’m gonna get you stitched up.” She grabbed my hand and tugged me toward an empty room. 

I sighed as I allowed Aisha to clean out the wound. “I thought this was gonna be a good day,” I told her, my bottom lip sticking out into a pout. “What has gotten into her?” 

“You can’t blame yourself for what happened in there, honey,” Aisha said. “You know Minnie Walker. You know she gets these episodes.”

Aisha finished stitching up the slash in my forehead as I spoke. “Yeah, I know. It’s just – This day is filled with – I don’t know, today just kinda sucks.” 

“You still got some vacation days, right?” I nodded my head in response. “Use them to take a day off. You’re going home and enjoy your boyfriend’s time off. Let him spoil you.” 

I started to object, but the look on Aisha’s face said enough. She was right. This wasn’t going to end well if I kept going. I was going to end up with more than just a gash in my forehead. There was only one way to end the madness of today and that was by cuddling up to Spencer. 

After the floor manager okayed my taking a vacation day, I made my way to my locker and quickly changed back into jeans and a t-shirt before exiting towards my car. For the entire duration of the drive, I was able to withhold my tears, but as soon as I entered the apartment Spencer and I shared, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The familiarity of the scent that screamed ‘home’, but especially the familiar honey-brown eyes that found mine when I walked in, made the walls around my heart crumble. 

“Lovely?” Spencer said, his brows furrowed in confusion. 

The words couldn’t pass my lips, the tears choking me up as I held out my arms for him to take me into a hug, undoubtedly making me look like an infant wanting their mommy to hold them. Spencer didn’t wait for me to explain what was going on and simply wrapped me up into a hug, holding me tight and allowing me to sob into his shirt. 

I inhaled his scent and cherished the way his arms felt around my waist, the way I could feel his heart beating against mine. Allowing my breathing to sync up with his, I finally calmed down. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” he asked, noticing how I had grown into putty in his arms. 

He carefully pushed me off him, but made sure I didn’t go too far by keeping me at arm’s length. His eyes landed on my stitched-up forehead and I noticed how they widened in shock. Instead of making a big deal out of it and panicking, Spencer stayed calm and placed his hands flat on my cheeks. 

I loved when he did that. His palms would cover the expanse of my jaw whilst his long, tender fingers reached into my hair, his thumbs caressing the apples of my cheeks. 

“A patient threw a glass at me,” I explained, chuckling at how ridiculous it now all seemed. 

“What?” 

I placed my hands on his wrists in hopes that would keep his hands in place. It would allow the warmth to seep from my cheeks to the rest of my nearly-freezing body. 

My thumbs fled across his skin in slow strokes, mostly so the movement would calm me down more than it would help him. “It’s not like she attacked me. One of my patients just had an episode. I just have terrible timing.”

For someone who just had the worst day of her life, I seemed pretty calm. I couldn’t be stressed around Spencer for too long. He would always kiss the stress away or cuddle the bad thoughts away or he would place his hands on my face and just hold it there, allowing the warmth back into my bones. 

“Do you wanna watch Hocus Pocus and eat some chocolate?” he then suggested. “I got your favorite.” 

My eyes lit up at the thought. He smiled at my reaction before dipping down and kissing me softly. His hands then moved away from my face and one of them moved to engulf my hand instead, bringing the warmth to my palm and fingertips. 

Spencer’s hands were just lovely like that. Whether they were on my face, holding my hand or placed on the small of my back to guide me somewhere. It was always tender. Always so insanely warm. 

Once Spencer had procured the chocolate and I had put the movie at the ready, the two of us cuddled up on the sofa. For an hour and thirty-six minutes, all I could hear was the cackle of the witches mixed with Spencer’s steady heartbeat, the stress of the day long forgotten. 

My head laid in his lap while I fidgeted with his fingers, intertwining and detangling them with mine. I didn’t even notice I was doing it until Spencer pointed it out. 

“You enjoying yourself there?” he asked, an amused tone in his voice. 

I intertwined our fingers again and brought them to my chest before turning to look up at him. “I just love your hands.” 

A smile appeared on Spencer’s lips. “And I love you.” 

He bent down to kiss me deeply. Once he straightened up again, I couldn’t help but grin. 

“Ditto.” 

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[dewmu]

I feel like being fat is the true gender equalizer; Face too masculine? Can’t tell with all that chubbines! Shoulders too wide? Of course they are, splayed over the top of all your side rolls! Tits too small? Not for long, you’ll be barely able to stuff those things into a bra soon! Not as curvy as you’d like? Just wait until you’re double, triple, quadruple cheeked up! Feeling self conscious about your dick? Don’t worry, it’ll be buried under your hanging belly and swollen fupa in no time! And don’t worry about wearing the latest fashion or trend, you’ll barely fit into clothes anyways 😍

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