#I'm so cranky right now i should go to sleep

[kedreeva]

If I could kill the reply feature on this webbed site, I would.

[notspiders]

he's drunk :/

On the Reverse Trope being "Too hot to cuddle".

General Warnings: Mostly fluff. Crackfic(if that's the term?)/Shits and giggles. I dunno what I'm doing. I should be studying for finals but I can't be arsed. Lemme vomit this out real quick. Characters may act out of character, poor grammar is likely. Cussing in the warnings.

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Simon Riley is drunk.

Johnny is half-supporting him, half-guiding him as he drags the giant, hulking mass into the apartment at the dead of the cold, winter night, and helps him sit down on the bed. "Aye bonnie, aw the best!" "Thanks Johnny!"

Thanks Johnny indeed. You're now trying to think of what to do with your husband.

Water has already been given. It- along with the whiskey he's drank over the night- is sloshed all over his sorry mask. You'd tug it off but you know that even drunk, Simon is very stubborn of taking it off and you're not wishing to lose your fingers any time soon.

So you move on to step two: Making him lie down.

"Simon..." You coo. "It's your bedtime, let's get you down-" You reach forward.

"Keep yer hands off me."

"Eh?"

"Only m' missus can touch me."

"I am your wife, you dumbarse."

"You're too pretty."

"..."

"..."

"Baby, please you need to rest..."

He suddenly slumps on the pillow.

Okay. Great. This is wonderful. You're not complaining or questioning why he's suddenly compliant. What matters is that he's listening.

In return for his compliance, he's gonna get cuddles. This is a win- win! He's a living heater. You're cold. Sleepy. Cranky that you're even awake in the first place, and you're going to dive right into bed with him and-

Why is he getting up?

"Simon? What are you-"

"'m not gonna sleep with you."

"Why?"

"Not m' missus."

"But I am!"

"Nuhuh."

He slept on the couch that night.

[mxstly-melancholy]

Logan request!!

Logan finally had enough and fucks you the way he’s always wanted putting you in your place then you have to deal with the mansion over hearing him

Everyone’s just happy you guys don’t argue anymore instead your loud in a different way

Logan X FemReader SMUT!!

Warnings: No y/n, fem reader (she/her) , pet names, sub/dom if you squint, arguments, embarrassment, breeding. squirting.. lmk if there is more.

Logan has been super cranky lately, but to be fair, so have you. And this has caused a lot of tension and arguments between you two. You aren’t sure why it’s been this way, it probably ranges from the constant stress of missions to the lack of sleep. Who knows at this point, but everyone including yourself is getting sick of the arguments.

And they’re not even real arguments either, they’re just loud disagreements about stupid small things.

And it seems like today you were the one to start a disagreement..

You and Logan were in the mansion's kitchen, talking about a mission you both came back from. It was exhausting, and the last thing either of you should be doing is having a beer, but here you are..

“I just really don’t think we did the right thing, that’s all I’m saying.” You put your hands up in defense. Logan’s eyebrows drew together annoyed.

“What do you mean? We did the only thing we could do. There was no other option.” He huffs.

You sigh, “Look, all I’m trying to say is we did have other options, they just didn’t come to mind until we literally had no other option but to act on what we did.”

You watched as Logan downed the rest of his beer, annoyance on his face as he sat at the table across from you.

“What’s your deal?” He asks seriously, crossing his arms.

The sudden change in demeanor made your heart race.

“What?”

“You heard me, what’s your deal?” He repeats.

You anxiously shrug and awkwardly laugh. “I don’t understand what you mean. I'm just sharing my-“

“Why have you been so wound tight? Everything has to be an argument with you lately.” He huffs.

Your eyes widen at the comment, feeling attacked almost.

“I'm sorry? You’re putting the blame all on me? What about the ones you caused? Just gonna forget about that now?” You stand up angrily.

Logan stands up and walks around the table, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the kitchen wordlessly.

“Wh- Logan where are we going?” You nervously ask.

He was tense, his jaw clenched as he speed walked to their shared room.

He didn’t reply. Just continued on until they reached their room. He opened the door, almost running inside & locking the door. He picks you up and places his hands under your ass, catching you by surprise.

“Logan-“ you whisper breathlessly. He walks over to the bed and places you down on it, crawling on top of you.

“I’m gonna fuck that attitude out of you.” He mumbles, not letting you reply before smashing your lips together. His hands roam over your body, teasing and seducing. You give in, wrapping yourself around him. With His free hand, his claws come out and rips your pants down the middle in one motion. You gasp from fear but also excitement.

He throws the ripped pants off of you, then before you know it his hand is at your heat, rubbing slow circles on your clit. He smirks, watching your face contort to pleasure and desperation.

“Logan… fuck.” You moan. He kisses and sucks at your neck, leaving deep purple marks along it. Your hips buck up into his hand, his pace too slow.

“You want more, huh bub? You gonna stop being a little brat if I give it to you good?” He whispers in your ear. You nod rapidly, your hands clawing at his shoulders.

“Please Logan. Please.”

And with that he sits up, quickly removing his own pants. He pulls his briefs down and his cock springs out, head red and leaking pre already.

Your mouth waters as he grabs your ankles, pushing your legs towards your head, putting you in the mating press position.

From past experiences, this position means he’s not going to hold back.

He rubs his cock against your folds, gathering your slick on him.

“Fuck baby. So fuckin’ wet fu’me.” He nearly growls.

You whimper as he starts to push his way in, tingles shooting up your body. He goans, white knuckling while holding you down by the back of your knees.

He starts to thrust slowly, the wet noises your pussy makes as he thrusts into you makes his cock twitch. He can’t help but have his eyes flutter, gaining a faster pace every minute.

“Logan- please. Fuck- more!”

And with that his hips snap into you and he’s going to pound town. He growls, teeth showing as he looks down at you with possession.

“Mine, all mine.” He grunts, leaning down and biting into your shoulder. You moan loudly, and unfortunately Logan isn’t being too quiet either, you already know everyone can hear you two but at this very moment in time, you don’t care.

“Y-yours-“ you moan back. Your body shivers as you squirt on his cock unexpectedly, adding even more slick to the mix.

“Fuuuck yes, that’s right baby.” He smiles, bringing a hand down and rubbing at your clit while he fucks you.

Your legs shake, eyes closing.

“Uh uh- look at me.” He grabs your face with his free hand. “You better be a good girl after this. After I’ve been so nice and fucked you senseless.” He says with short breaths. You can barely even understand him, the white noise in your ears and the static in your eyes only getting louder as you’re about to cum.

“Y-yes sir- yes- I’m gonna- I need to cum!” You whimper loudly.

With one final slap to your clit you’re cumming hard, clenching around his cock so tightly that his claws retract and push right through the headboard of the bed. He cums hard right after you, a deep guttural growl leaving his throat as he paints your walls white. You hold onto him tightly as he fucks his cum into you, your legs shaking from overstimulation with every thrust.

“Fuuuckk.” He groans.

The morning after, you two leave your room after a shower & getting dressed for the day. You notice Scott smirking as he walks by.

And as you’re walking down the hall, you see people whispering. Logan looks smug as could be, and you were completely oblivious.

“What’s going on Logan?” You whisper to him,

He smiles, “Really?” He wraps his arm around you.

“You have no idea?”

Your face heats up with embarrassment once you realize.

“Oh.. damn it..” you mumble.

Then Ororo walks by you two. “Glad to see you two aren’t arguing anymore!” She smiles.

You stop and hide your face in your hands.

“This is so embarrassing.”

Logan laughs, “Hey, it’s not so bad. At least they’re happy for us.” He clears his throat. “Oh, don’t let me forget, I have to get us a new headboard..”

[leviraaaaaa]

"Hey."

A husky voice spoke right beside your ear, startling you. You felt arms wrap around your waist from behind, warmth pressing against your neck.

"Huh–" You turned your head around, caught off guard. But your shoulders relaxed the moment you realized it was him. "Oh hi, it's you."

Levi rested his head on your shoulder, spreading his legs so they went around where you were sitting, practically slumping on you

"Mhm, were you hoping it was someone else?" Levi mumbled sleepily, snuggling deeper, pressing a soft kiss into the skin before burying his face into the crook of your neck.

"Never." You smiled.

You were sitting on the bed of the spare bedroom, papers and books spread across you. You work best in bed. But Levi was so tired tonight, he had went to bed early, and you hadn't the heart to disrupt his sleep. Which is why you had to seek refuge in the guest bedroom instead.

"You made a mess." He huffed, noticing the absolute chaos of papers and books you have made in the bed.

"We don't have much guests either way. This room is practically going to waste. But fine," You reassure him. "I'll clean up later, I swear."

"You always say that. Weeks will pass, the mess will stay the same." He mutters.

"Alright, you neat-freak, did you wake up just to take a nick at how unorganized I am?" You raise a brow, shooting a glance sideways, pretending to be annoyed. You failed to bite back the smile tugging on your lips though."You should be asleep."

"Shouldn't you too?" He pouted. "I can't sleep if you're not there."

"I know," You raised your hand, ruffling his hair. It was already messy, indicating he'd been tossing and turning in the bed for a while now. "I just really need to finish this article, alright? Go to bed, I'll be there."

"Is your work more important than me?" His head turned sideways, the silver of his eyes glinting through sleep-heavy lids. He almost looked like a pouty kid, needy for attention. You turned your head to press your forehead against his, pressing against the warmth of his body. He was always so warm.

"Levi, I promise. Just 5 minutes."

"I gave you 2 hours." He frowned.

"5 more minutes. Finishing touches."

"In the morning. Come to bed."

"Just 5 minutes!" You laughed when he shook his head, his hair tingling your neck.

"5 seconds."

"Levi."

"5." He began counting.

You rolled your eyes, amused. "No way, you're doing that."

"4."

"I'm serious."

"3."

"Two minutes?"

"2."

You squirmed against his hold, struggling to loosen his grip. You tugged forward, but you couldn't even budge.

Curse Levi and his Ackerman strength.

"1."

"Okay, I'm serious, let me g–"

You didn't even get a second before you were hoisted up in the air, thrown over his shoulder. A surprised squeal escaped you but the next thing you know you were in your bedroom. He dropped you on it, bed creaking underneath the sudden weight. Then he slid in, pulling the covers and tucking the both of you under it, an arm wrapping around you so you were pressed firmly against his chest and very unable to move.

"You work too hard for your own good." He mumbled, voice already raspy from the exhaustion clouding over him.

"Says the workaholic and the insomniac." You protest.

"You talk a lot, don't you?" He sighed softly. "Go to sleep. If you don't get enough rest you get cranky in the morning."

"I suffer from cranky Levi everyday. You should get a taste." You grinned.

"I'm not cranky."

"No. You're like a moody teenager on her period."

"Shut up." He tugged your ear, a playful gesture to show that he was annoyed. But the slightest quirk of his mouth didn't escape your eyes, as small as it was. "Need my sleep, love. Can't have that if you're not here."

"Yeah?" You exhaled, sleep caressing your eyes as well. But the nickname still made you grin. Hearing words of endearment from Levi was such a rare thing, you felt giddy whenever he addressed you like that. It's not that he doesn't love you, it's just he's gets too flustered and embarrassed whenever the words slip out, which just makes the moments all the more special.

Like now, how he screwed up his face the instant he realized.

"No." He said in a warning tone.

Too late. You grinned. "Call me darling."

"No."

"Sweetheart?"

"No."

"Honeypie?"

"Absolutely not."

"Sweat pea?"

"What the fuck." He groaned. "I swear you get worse every day."

"I'm serious. Why not?"

"Because they're ridiculous."

"Okay. How about Fuzzball?"

"What the hell is that even supposed to mean?"

"Pumpkin?"

"Why, just why?"

You reached up, bringing your mouth closer to his ears. "Mommy?" You whispered.

He jolted. "I will smack you with this pillow." He says flatly, keeping his face expressionless. "Go to sleep before I knock you out myself."

You nodded, pressing the back of your hand to stifle your laugher, your shoulders shaking. But you decided that was quite enough for Levi. At least for one night.

"Roger." You sighed, throwing an arm over him. "Goodnight, babe."

"Brat." He grumbled, turning his head and hiding his face in the pillow.

Not before you caught the flush on his face though.

@sad-darksoul

[dreamerdeity]

𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐄 ('𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄)

*ೃ𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Il Dottore x Fem. Reader

*ೃ𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4.2k

*ೃ𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Sleep deprived, overworked, a report requested by your Lord Harbinger. Just place it on his desk and leave–or take a nap on his luxurious leather couch before you do. What could go wrong? Well, a lot, apparently.

*ೃ𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: DARK CONTENT!!! Dead dove: do not eat. Somnophilia, non-con like straight up r*pe, subordinate x superior, scary delusional rationalizer-dottore, p in v, fingering (f. receiving), creampie, dottore thinks he's actually a nice guy, dottore is in fact just a creepy guy, dottore acts like a silly (like a psychopath), 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! others, please proceed at your own risk!

*ೃ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: Hi lovelies! I meant to post this yesterday but had some things to take care of so didn't get around to it. This is a request part of @ficsforgaza 's kinktober event. DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE WARNINGS!! If my shit gets flagged one more time I'm going to kms. anyway, I hope you all enjoy dottore being a literal psychopath. byee :3

KEIRA'S FUNDRAISING EVENT 🍉

You walk through the east wing of the Sumeruan Fatui Research Facility, your eyes heavy and your senses numb from lack of sleep. The only sound that rings through your ears is the faint clicking of your shoes against the rubber flooring. 

The strong scent of antiseptic has always fared excellently in keeping you awake, and you thank the archons for its potent presence in this sterilized hallway as your eyes scan over the various signs plastered on the walls. Il Dottore, Il Dottore, Il Dottore. What turn should you take? What sign bears the arrow to his private laboratory? Frankly, if it were up to you, you would've shoved the responsibility of delivering this report to Lord Dottore onto Mikhael, but he feared the harbinger even more than you did, so here you were, left to take one for the team while sleep deprived, cranky, nervous, and somewhat afraid all at once.

It was a bit of a long walk–marked by frustrated sighs and irritated mutters of disapproval at your own dull sense of direction–to Dottore's personal lab, and you weren't even sure he would be there. He's always been the most eccentric of the harbingers, which is then, relatively, extremely eccentric, and his work hours never conformed to normal people's. You round a corner and turn one last left, before a large fortified iron door faces you ever so imposingly, a towering frame that stands a solid ten feet above you, and you sigh in relief. "Il Dottore" painted in bright white slashes across the door, and you hesitantly stretch your hand out–to knock... or maybe to open the imposing slab of metal. A second passes, and as it turns out, you don't have to choose, because the door slides open automatically, a faint mechanical whirr resounding throughout the premises.

You stride in quickly. A sickeningly sweet scent permeates the air around you, the fragrance wafting off the incense sticks burning at the harbinger's desk. You fleetingly wonder how on earth he could stand the oppressively strong smell, but that doesn't matter right now. Dottore isn't here, you have the report in your hand, tucked neatly into a blue folder (Dottore insisted all papers delivered to him must be so in blue folders only. Not green, not yellow. Blue). All you had to do was set it on your Lord Harbinger's desk and get the hell out of here before he returned. Otherwise, you'll be stuck with intense heart palpitations as he questions you about one thing or the other, or goes on a philosophical rant that you didn't ask to hear while laughing manically as his terrifyingly sharp fangs glint under the white light.  Yup, no way. So, you set the folder onto the pristine oak desk, eyes still heavy and head pounding from your lack of sleep.

A soft breath of relief furls past your lips as soon as the folder hits the desk, and then, you try to turn on your heel and get out of here. Keyword: try, because just as you resign yourself to leaving, your gaze strays to the long, plush, brown leather sofa seated at the corner of the office-meets-laboratory. Fuck, that looks comfortable–no, what in the world were you thinking?! Get out, you mentally scream at yourself. 

Yet, the more logical part of your brain has shut down, and a tired sigh leaves you as you stumble over to the couch. Just a second. You're so, so sleepy. Just a second and then you'll leave, you think, and plop onto the cushions. Your mind is blank, and your limbs feel like they're weighed down by lead. You blink slowly, your body sinks into the soft leather. This sofa must have cost your entire annual salary, what with how comfortable it is. A faint moan bubbles up your throat at the feeling of being engulfed in softness like this, and your eyelids droop. Before you can register, you're slipping away, into the inescapable depths of sleep.

Out like a light. 

It could've been 10 minutes, it could've been an hour, or it could've been all day, but at some point, your name is called, and you're too deep into the recesses of unconsciousness to process it as a word. All it manifests as is a distant voice spinning around your head.

Dottore had trudged into his lab after a rather exhausting day of fieldwork, of examining poisonous flower samples on the outskirts of Avidya Forest with the diligence of the... scientist he was. The deep velvet of his voice uttered your name, and when he received no response, he hummed to himself. He continues to stand over you now, gazing down with the eyes of a predator and the smile of a fox

"Didn't see you there," he mutters to himself more than anything, because, from the looks of it, you're in slumber. His eyes observe the scene before him. The way your chest rises and falls rhythmically, the way your rosy lips are parted just a bit, and the way the moonlight filtering in through the windows catches on the curve of your cheekbones. The inviting sight before him has him licking his lips and adjusting the collar of his coat.

"How lovely..."

The inviting sight, because yes, that's what it was, you were inviting him to indulge, weren't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't be here, asleep on his couch, in his space, blouse unbuttoned once or twice at the top. You know what you're doing, aren't you? He's not the bad guy for just... taking the hint, if you will. His hands twitch at his sides, and his smile widens. You're sleeping, and if you saw the terrifyingly sinister grin on his face right now, you would've thanked the archons for sparing you its sight by letting it stretch upon his lips now that you are asleep, unable to see it.

As though he were debating whether to go about whatever evil he was about to, he crosses his arms over his chest, gaze locked on your form and brow furrowed in thought. He wasn't thinking about the depravity of his potential actions and the psychological harm they may cause you later on. No, no. He didn't have a conscience loud enough for that kind of thought to grace his mind. He was simply thinking about the logical implications. It was... unprofessional–to say the least–to grope your subordinates in their sleep, and should word get out about it, the Second Harbinger will never hear the end of it–especially not from Pantalone. It could jeopardize his relationship with all the investors who fund his research. It could also get him in a pickle with Arlecchino, and he wasn't in the mood to deal with that crazy woman for at least the next century.

But it was dark outside. You were asleep, and he had the whole night to himself. It wasn't his fault, and if you were to awaken, well, it's not like you were going to tell. Oh, he'll make sure of that.

His decision is made, and without a single thread of doubt left in his mind, he crouches by your side, eyes locked on your slumbering face. The smile that stretches along his lips is one reserved for moments like these, for moments when he silently observes the unconscious features of those that fall into his predacious hands. There was always something about unconsciousness that stirred something in him. He was fascinated by the human brain, but he was also fascinated by the unadulterated powerlessness of an unconscious human. It gave him a power trip of sorts, knowing he was the lion and the slumbering were the deer. He chuckles to himself as his eyes fall upon the trail of drool at the corner of your lips, a sound so quiet and smooth that it could have melted butter.

"Don't worry, agent. I'll be... gentle," his words are spoken softly, yet they hold the same venom that his actions always do. They're meant for the both of you. "I won't hurt you."

He won't, will he?

Well, that was for him to know and for you to find out–should you awaken. His gloved hand, gentle but firm, snakes under your head and props it up, and his other hand is busy pushing the buttons of your blouse apart, one by one, until your raven-black bra meets his gaze. He breathes out in a soft exhale, a sound too tranquil for a man of his reputation, and his hand gently tips your face toward him. He meets your face halfway, scanning his sharp eyes over your sleeping features for a moment, his breath warm against your skin, though you can't feel it in your drowse. Slowly, almost like he was deliberately holding himself off, he lets his lips brush against yours, and then he tests the waters some more, giving them a light kiss. You subconsciously shift at the contact, but you're still asleep, and that's enough reassurance for him to go further, letting his teeth graze your lower lip. 

You taste like candy; sweet, soft, and addicting. You're an aphrodisiac, aren't you? He wonders, and his tongue prods at the seam of your lips, begging entrance, but it doesn't take. A soft, almost inaudible growl emanates from him, and the distant feel of his tongue has your breathing stuttering, a whimper bubbling up from your throat, but you don't wake, and that has his pants feeling a lot tighter than they were a few seconds ago.

"tsk," he grumbles against your lips. He's not sure if he wanted you asleep or awake right now. There was a thrill he felt in his veins when he teetered on the edge of danger like this, but there also seemed to be a thrill at the thought of having you awake for this, eyes wide in fear and lust all at once, soft implorations of "please let me go, Lord Dottore" falling from your lips like a mantra.

In the end, though, he'll have his way, and it doesn't matter what your state is. His tongue slips past your parted lips and invades the heat of your mouth, his sharpened canines grazing your tongue. His saliva, mixed with the residue of alcohol he had before heading back, drips down your chin and stains your blouse. If you were awake, you would've found the whole ordeal sloppy and wet, but since you weren't, all it felt like was warmth, and a foreign feeling, as his tongue prodded and probed your mouth. Your brows knit together, and a soft, unconscious moan escapes your lips, one that he greedily swallows. You're not so sure what's going on, still in a drowse that makes you think you're having some sort of insanely realistic wet dream. You hadn't slept in almost two days after all. Archons knew you weren't about to let anything wake you from your much-needed rest. 

Dottore retreats from your lips and pauses for a moment, eyes raking over your form as though his mind was scanning over all the choices of what to do to you next. 

"Ah," he says, like he was hit with a revolutionary idea. It wasn't so revolutionary, because the next thing that happens is the harbinger's hands finding their way to your chest, the cool leather of his gloves brushing against the bare patch of skin he revealed to himself when unbuttoning your blouse down three or four buttons. You shift again, and the movement has his fingers accidentally grazing over your bra-clad nipples. The sudden touch causes your body to arch and a low groan to rumble in the back of your throat. You were sensitive, he notes, and a grin tugs at the corner of his lips. 

But you see, Dottore was getting bored of his self-inflicted abstinence. He did tell himself he had all night earlier, but come to think of it, he actually doesn't. He wants it fast and rough, and he wants it now. So, he lets his hand trail down for a moment, shamelessly shoving it into your pants and letting his fingers play with your pussy over your panties.

"H-hnngh!" You gasp in your sleep, and if you were awake, you'd be able to almost feel the smirk he wears as he continues, a finger pressing insistently at your clit, even if the fabric of your underwear is in the way.

"Oh? Do you like this then, agent?" he asks, and the words are an almost inaudible whisper. The question is rhetorical, after all. He doesn't give a flying fuck if you do like it, and he was talking himself through it more than he was you. 

Your head lolls to the side and a shaky breath leaves you. Your panties are subconsciously growing wet, an automatic bodily reaction to being touched here, and his finger doesn't relent. It's a good thing, however, that the friction of the thin fabric has you writhing, and the stimulation has him impatient, his fingers hastily moving to roughly pull your pants down, then to grip the fabric of your blouse, ripping it apart, buttons popping off the garment and onto the ground with soft clicks. The supple flesh of your torso is now exposed and open, and so are your eyes. It takes you a second to register what's going on. 

You're... lying on the sofa.

What time was it?

What are you doing here, exactly?

"W-what..." the words barely leave you, and suddenly, sleep has left you completely, the feeling of a heavy weight against your body taking its place, and the realization that a man is on top of you.

Your eyes snap open wider, and the first thing you see is Dottore's grinning, almost psychotic-looking eyes boring through you. 

"My Lord?!" you cry, and everything comes rushing back. You went to drop a report to the Lord Harbinger. You fell asleep on the couch in his laboratory.

"What are you doing?!" you demand as assertively as you can in a situation like this, but your voice shakes in fear despite your efforts.

"I could ask you the same question, agent," he hums, and his gloved fingers move to trail over the expanse of your breasts, fondling and groping with not a sliver of shame. "You were asleep when I came in, and so, I assumed, naturally, that you wanted me to do this. Why else would you have been so conveniently sprawled out on my couch, in the privacy of my lab, half-naked and vulnerable?"

"I-I didn't–I wasn't half naked," you try to defend yourself–with such a witless refutation too–but how could you possibly defend yourself? The harbinger was right. You were asleep on the couch in his private lab. Utterly disrespectful. And he caught you. Maybe this was karma–or just your luck. 

"Hush, now," he purrs, and his fingers slither behind your back to the band of your bra. You don't have time to react as the garment is pulled off you in one swift motion, tossed away and onto the floor, and then his hands are back on your tits, kneading the supple flesh, pinching your hardened nipples.

"My Lord–stop it, please," you plead, and you can't help the gasp that escapes you, the action shooting straight between your thighs, which clamp together as best as they can with Dottore straddling your waist with all his weight.

He was a scary man, Il Dottore, and even if he wasn't physically hurting you–for now–the sheer intensity of his gaze was enough to scare the shit out of you. You were utterly, hopelessly, and vulnerably at his mercy, and the worst part is, you have a feeling that not a single person in this whole 8-story facility would stand up for you. Not a single Fatui subordinate would dare.

"Stop? Oh, darling! But we haven't even started," he laughs, like what you just suggested was utterly ridiculous, and a shudder runs down your body.

"You know," he hums, leaning closer and lowering his head to ghost his lips over the shell of your ear, the smell of alcohol strong on his breath. "You can scream–if you'd like. No one would hear." 

You have no time to retort, because Dottore's head dips to the valley of your breasts immediately, then his lips ghost over one of your nipples, swiftly taking the nub in his mouth. A sharp inhale rushes into your lungs, and a whimper threatens to spill from your throat. You're not quite sure if the feeling coursing through you is fear or lust or both, because it makes your stomach churn how good this actually feels. Your eyes are squeezed shut, and Dottore’s teeth graze the sensitive skin around your nipple, sending a jolt of electricity between your legs, then his tongue flicks over the hardening peak.

"Mmh," the moan bubbles up from the very back of your throat. 

"Oh? So... still want me to stop now, agent?" he muses, mockingly, and his free hand is back at your pussy, rubbing slow, teasing circles over the soaked fabric. Your hips buck up, so he takes that as a sign to push the garment aside, a finger sliding between your wet lips.

"No, my Lord," you gasp, and you can't believe the words that come out of your own mouth. Dottore's hand doesn't stop, and his thumb presses down on your clit, and a breathy, whiny moan escapes you.

"See? This isn't so bad, now, is it?" he doesn't give you any warning before his fingers dip into your wet pussy, the intrusion causing you to jerk. Your inner walls flutter around his fingers. His sharp canines dig into his lower lip.

"Aren't you a good little whore. So pretty and obedient for your Lord Harbinger," Dottore purrs, and his thumb begins to move against your clit, while his fingers curl and press insistently at your walls. Your legs tremble, a string of moans falls from your lips, and if anyone told you just an hour ago that the Second Lord Harbinger Il Dottore was going to finger you in his lab, you would've laughed and asked who the fuck would say something like that.

Alas, Dottore wasn't a patient man, so it's no surprise that he doesn't finger you long enough before his hands pull away from you entirely, and he "tsks" impatiently to himself. He has to have you now. He's been so, so nice. Hasn't he? Kind enough to prep you for him instead of plunging himself into you from the get-go. If anything, he thinks he deserves a pat on the back for his thoughtfulness. 

Swiftly, his hands reach under your thighs, and with an alarming amount of ease, he yanks you down and away from the cushion that sprawled beneath your head. Then, he's settling between your legs. A soft whimper is torn from your throat when the cold, metal buckle of his belt grazes the inside of your thigh. You watch, helpless, as his hands make quick work of his pants, unzipping the black uniform, and pushing them down just far enough to pull his cock out. You can't help but gulp at the sight, and the wideness of your eyes makes Dottore laugh out an almost sadistic-sounding string of giggles. 

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he hums, the term of endearment spoken so condescendingly. "You'll take it well. Won't you?"

His words aren't a question. They're a statement. An absolute, undeniable fact. An order. You'll take it well, whether you want to or not, and the knowledge has you almost making a run for the door, but the thought leaves you as fast as it came.

Dottore doesn't wait for a response that won’t come, or a plea for him not to do this, not to force his cock into your tight heat, and you're not quite sure why, but you don't find yourself objecting, or trying to kick him away. Maybe you were curious. Maybe this was a materialization of one of your own depraved fantasies. Or maybe you were just scared he'd kill you if you resisted.if you made a run for the door like you fleetingly thought just now. 

His fingers curl around the base of his thick cock, fist then sliding up and down in a few experimental pumps. The tip presses at your entrance almost desperately, and he's pushing the head into your tightness before you can process. He's a big man. The stretch burns. It has a hiss tearing from the back of your throat, and a pained grimace twisting your features.

"Shh," Dottore murmurs, his other hand reaching up to caress the side of your face almost soothingly, the action a stark contrast to the harshness of his current actions.

"Good, good," he whispers, his voice is sickeningly smooth, as though he were genuinely consoling you.

Then, just like that, his hips snap forward, not giving you time to adjust as the entirety of his cock is engulfed in the warmth of your pussy. You're clamping down around him, and it has him groaning lowly in his throat, his eyes squeezing shut, the grip of his hands that are now on your hips tightening.

"Agent," he sighs, and his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your sides. It'll leave a mark there. A reminder.

You're not quite sure where the burning pain had gone. All that remains is an aching desire, a desperate need, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Your hands move, without a conscious command from your brain, and they rest on Dottore's shoulders, holding on tightly. The harbinger smiles down at you with sickening sweetness, no, not sweetness, mockery. Or maybe sweetness. God, you were a mess. Your mind was nothing but a blob of mush at this moment, and Dottore's hands shift to the underside of your knees, pushing your legs up and thrusting his cock even deeper at this new, utterly indecent angle. 

"My Lord!" the moan is punched out of you. His lips meet yours again, his sharp canines scraping over the sensitive flesh. Your hands slide to tangle into his hair, pulling and tugging at the soft blue strands. An almost whiny groan escapes the harbinger's throat at the action. His movements become more desperate. Fast and rough. So fast and rough you're scared you'll be split in two. The plush sofa under the two of you shakes and creaks. 

"So, so good," he whines, face contorted in pleasure, but as though he caught himself in his haze before it spiraled, his lips pull back into a domineering sneer. "Take it," he demands, and the words, combined with the obscene feeling of being filled to the brim, are enough to have your vision going white. You claw at Dottore's shoulders with desperate fervor. 

"L-Lord Harbinger. I think I'm going to–" 

"Do it," he commands with the struggle of a man on the brink of ecstasy, and he folds you even more. If you weren't agile–thanks to your agent training–you're sure you would've actually split into two by now. Back arching off the sofa, a string of incoherent, unintelligible moans escapes your throat. Your pussy clamps down around the thick cock stretching it, and a wave of pleasure courses through you, rendering your muscles numb.

The sight and feeling of you unraveling have Dottore following closely after, his movements becoming erratic and uncoordinated. It's a sight like never seen before; the normally ever so composed man crumbling like this, and then, he's spilling his hot cum into you, a guttural groan reverberating throughout his chest. He fills you to the brim until the warm white liquid leaks out of your aching pussy and stains the leather under you. 

A second passes, then two, then three, then a few seconds more. Dottore lets the head of his cock press against your insides one last time before pulling out. He sits back on his knees and regards you for a moment with an almost frightening calmness, and you open your mouth to try and say something, because why was he looking at you like you were nothing but the scum of the ground he walks on after literally cumming inside of you as some lover would?

"The couch will need some cleaning. I trust you can get that sorted tomorrow, agent?" He says finally with a cock of his head, voice level and calm as he climbs off of you and stands on his feet, tucking himself back into his pants as he nonchalantly hums a tune to himself, like this was just another day of fucking his subordinates in their sleep. And maybe it was; you didn’t know, but right now, you're still paralyzed in your spot, just staring at him, and so he turns to glance at you. "Get dressed. You're dismissed for today."

You can only gape, speechless, watching as Dottore turns his back to you once more and disappears into the microscopy workroom in his lab, a certain energized spring to his step.

What the fuck just happened?

The workroom's door closes behind him with a soft click, and he smiles to himself.

Ah, the thrill.

Now, it was time to get back to his research.

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Whumptober Day 9

Obsession - Broken Window - Bruises - "Frame me up on the wall, just to keep me out of trouble" (Fall Out Boy, Irresistible.)

Whumpee slightly opened their bedroom door and listened for any movements.

"I don't hear anything", Whumpee whispered to themself before opening the door farther and quietly stepping out into the hall.

They inched ever so cautiously down the hall until they stood in front of the door. The door that led to their freedom. Their exit from this maniac.

They took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob.

They screamed as an electric current coursed through their body.

Their stiffened body fell to the floor once the current was turned off.

"Yhmm, hmm, hm", Whumpee heard the deranged maniac hum.

They peeped an eye up. Their body shaking from the after shocks.

"Tsk, tsk", the person knelt down beside Whumpee, "whatever should I do with you. You're supposed to be asleep."

"You.... you... elec... electrified... th.. the... hmm", Whumpee fought for every breath.

"Of course I did", they reached down and pet Whumpee's head, "I allowed you a bit of freedom, but I didn't fully trust you. I guess my hunch was right when I decided to do this", they pulled Whumpee's head up to look at their face, "I suppose you ruined my trust. We have to go back to the shackles."

"Whumper please..."

"What did you call me?", Whumper threatened to slap Whumpee across the cheek.

"Ma-Master", Whumpee looked down, "I-I'm sorry, I was just wanting to smell the flowers outside. I didn't want to bother you for such a measly request."

"Right. So what is rule number five? I don't believe you, but what rule would have broken had you truly been going outside?", Whumper rubbed circles along Whumpee's cheek, "hmm."

"I'm not to go outside", Whumpee whispered, "without you."

"Yes. Plus we just picked flowers. They're in the vase on the table. I would have been very happy to catch you smelling the flowers. Though you should be asleep", Whumper scolded lightly, "shall we go smell them."

Whumpee weakly nodded, they hated the flowers. The only time they were allowed outside was when Whumper wanted to look over the garden or work in the garden. Whumpee had to be attached to a chain connected to the house when they were out like that.

Whumpee followed Whumper's lead and leaned into the flowers on the table.

They did smell good, Whumpee did have to admit, but not as good as freedom would smell.

"Let's get you back to bed" Whumper looked up at them after a few minutes.

"I'm not really tired", Whumpee looked down at the floor.

"Well, unfortunately, you have a bedtime that can not be ignored. You get cranky when you don't get enough sleep", Whumper sighed, "I'm not dealing with a cranky Whumpee."

"Master, you just sent an electrical current through my body, and you want me to sleep after that? My body is still shaking from that charge", Whumpee hissed.

"Watch your attitude, and I didn't send anything through your body. That wouldn't have happened had you been asleep like you were supposed to be. Or at least not trying to leave", Whumper sighed, "I suppose you won't fall asleep now. At least not without a little help."

Whumpee turned and tried to run, but Whumper already had a death grip on their wrist and was pulling them in for a hug.

"Stop fighting me", Whumper warned, "just give in. It's a lot less painful for you."

"Please. I was out for three days from the last time you drugged me", Whumpee pleaded, "I don't want to be unconscious around you for that long."

"I will take care of you, don't worry about that", Whumper spoke in a creepy voice, "you're my sweet toy."

"Let me go, you creep", Whumpee yelled as they fought.

"Oh stop it.... STOP IT", Whumper let go and let Whumpee fall to the floor.

Whumpee gasped for the air that was knocked out of them.

"You know better than to fight me", Whumper reached down and grabbed Whumpee's ankles and started to drag them toward their bedroom.

"No", Whumpee huffed, "please."

"You know I love you, and I know what's best for you", Whumper grunted.

"No you don't", Whumpee cried out, "you kidnapped me. You are holding me captive."

Whumper continued to drag Whumpee, "you'll spend the night shackled to the wall. Just to keep you out of trouble."

Whumpee was restrained in a set of shackles that Whumper had welded into the brick wall of their bedroom.

Whumper came in carrying a cup, "here, drink this."

"I don't want to. Please let me have some sort of dignity", Whumpee looked at the cup.

"It's not laced. I know you get thirsty when you're upset", Whumper held the cup closer, "I'll give you the sleep medicine in a few minutes to help you relax. I didn't mean to make you so upset."

Whumpee nodded before leaning forward to the cup.

Whumper held a napkin under Whumpee's chin to catch any stray water.

"I do love you", Whumper repeated as they stood, "I know you don't like that fact, but you are mine. You can hate me all you want, that's fine, but I'm obsessed with you. That will never change."

"I just... I just wish you would give me a little bit more freedom. I know I messed up tonight, but I just don't want to be inside all of the time", Whumpee sighed.

"You go outside with me all of the time", Whumper frowned.

"Only to the limit of my chain. I want to go out out. Like shopping or just for a drive", Whumpee looked down at the floor.

"You'll draw attention to us. I don't trust you like that. Not yet, at least", Whumper sighed.

Whumper came back with the medicine.

"I don't want that. Please. I'll try hard to go to sleep", Whumpee looked up at Whumper with soulful eyes.

Whumper made a judgemental glare, "and you're expecting me to trust you."

"Please.. I-I don't won't the medicine", Whumpee whispered.

"To bad, I don't want you to be awake anymore", Whumper knelt down, "you can take the medicine nicely, or I'll pry your mouth open."

Whumpee set their lips tightly and looked up at Whumper defiantly.

"You're a real piece of work tonight", Whumper got up and left the room.

Whumpee already knew they wouldn't win. Whumper would get the medicine in them one way or another. They were not about to make Whumper's life any easier though.

Whumper came in carrying an o-ring gag.

Whumpee lowered their head, and became as rigid as they could.

"You're being ridiculous", Whumper knelt down and again. The gag in one hand. The other hand now empty, "I'm giving you a stronger dose because of your behavior. You could have just had a benadryl, but no."

Whumpee still kept themself as tight as possible.

Whumper reached up and pinched Whumpee's nose closed. Their fingers squeezed tightly to close the nostrils.

After a few moments, Whumpee began to shake their head and body to get Whumper to let go of them. They kicked and struggled against Whumper.

Whumper only watched. A bored expression lined their face.

"All of this because you couldn't stay in bed. You literally could be in your warm bed right now", Whumper pointed out.

Whumpee gasped loudly.

Whumper quickly held Whumpee's mouth open and forced the ring in between Whumpee's teeth. Whumpee was then forcibly pulled down, so Whumper could buckle it.

"Ow", Whumpee complained.

"Could have been avoided had you behaved", Whumper sighed.

Whumper left again and this time came back with the medicine.

Whumpee continued to fight against the restraints.

"You're acting like a rabid animal", Whumper looked down at them with a sad expression, "let's have you settle down."

Whumpee's head was pulled back, and Whumpers dropped one pill into the back of Whumpee's throat, then a small bit of water.

Whumpee head was lowered slightly so they would swallow.

Whumpee struggled for a moment before the medicine went down.

They fought their head out of Whumper's hand and leaned forward to choke.

"You can take the second one like a normal person if you want. You know, since you were talking about dignity earlier", Whumper held up the pill.

Whumpee stared angrily up at Whumper. A stream of drool pooled down their opened mouth.

"Yuck", Whumper reached for a tissue and wiped Whumpee's face, "I suppose you're choosing the hard way."

Whumper sighed as they pulled Whumpee's head back, "always the difficult one", they followed the same method: pill, water.

Whumpee leaned up and choked again.

"Annoying", Whumper unbuckled the gag and started to remove the it,"always have to choose the difficult way."

"I hate you.... I HATE YOU", Whumpee yelled.

"That's fine, but I will always love you", Whumper chuckled.

Whumper came in and checked on Whumpee.

Whumpee was still somewhat awake, but their eyes were glossed over. Drool dripped from their lips. Tears stained their cheeks.

Whumpee looked up when they saw Whumper come in front of them.

"Hu", Whumpee whined, "huuuu... gg... peas-hmmm?"

"Yes, you can have a hug", Whumper reached for the keys and unshackled Whumpee's arms.

They picked Whumpee up and carried them to bed.

Whumper held Whumpee close in a hug until their heavy eyed finally closed.

"I'm sorry Whumpee, maybe one day you will get use to this. Then I won't have to drug you", Whumper sighed as they brushed some hair out of Whumpee's face, "until then we will deal with your tantrums, and I will give you all of the hugs you want. That's my dream at least."

Whumper laid Whumpee in their bed and covered them up.

"You'll be unconscious for a few days again, so I'll have to remember keep a close eye on you to make sure you are okay", Whumper leaned in to move away some hair from Whumpee's face again, "you are my sweet Whumpee. You think I like hurting you?"

Whumper watched for a few more minutes before deciding to go to bed themself.

Nothing else to do since Whumpee was unconscious now. They were less fun to play with like this.

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Yandere Coworker (part 12)

Thank you @i---believe---in---pink for commissioning this chapter.

(2041 words)

Tw: afab reader, reader is pretty mean to Cyprus, Cyprus becoming angry and yelling at reader

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You rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand, Cyprus must have thought you were doing that excessively, as he would grab your wrist and pull it away from your face. He gave you a look from the corner of his eyes before returning his attention to the road.

You slumped in your seat, resting your cheek on the seatbelt. Cyprus's hand would find its way back to your thigh, where he would knead and squeeze them as much as he liked. You simply stared at it, because it would always return no matter how much you slapped it away.

You brought your chin up and looked forward. This farmer's market must be far, all you could see is a long strip of asphalt and grass around the car. The sun was shining bright and the air was silent, he refused to turn the radio on or play some music, because he wanted you to talk to him. Cyprus wanted a conversation, to connect with you better by sharing things about each other. But you're just not interested, you wanted to go home and catch up with sleep. Having Cyprus in your life is such a curse, everything was thrown off balance and he kept bullying you. Plus, he kept your phone away, and you're forced to simmer in reality.

"What's your zodiac sign?" He asked, resting his hand on your thigh.

You shrugged. Claiming not to be interested in it just so he would leave you alone in peace.

"Hm." He flicked his turn signal switch to the right before making a turn. "I'm a Cancer, my birthday's on the third of July. And if you're wondering what to get me, I just want your cute little ass on my face." Cyprus sported a playful smirk on his handsome face.

You told him you hope he gets cancer on his birthday. Which made him roll his eyes and click his tongue.

"Someone's cranky." It was followed by a laugh from him. "Sleepy?"

You snapped, telling him you didn't want to go on this stupid date this early in the morning. Wishing that you had never met Cyprus because everything was fine before then, but he had to come around and ruin it. He should just shrivel up and die.

There were a few beats of silence before he began speaking again.

"Wow, where the fuck did that come from, princess? That was a lot to take in." He tried to keep the tone lighthearted, but you could hear a twinge of hurt in his voice. "I must have woken you on the wrong side of the bed today, you were never this mean to me." Something in the way he said that suggests Cyprus is trying to get you to tell him the real reason why you're so moody today.

You sealed your lips shut and looked out of the window. You wanted nothing to do with him and he probably got the hint, as he removed his hand from your lap and placed it on the steering wheel.

Your eyes somehow itched way more than usual, so you went on to rub your eyes again with both hands.

"Stop that-"

You snapped at him again, curling yourself into a ball, pressing yourself far away from Cyprus. He opened his mouth to say something but ultimately decided against doing so.

He looked troubled but you didn't care. Unfortunately, you're too upset to give a damn and you don't know why.

The rest of the ride was driven in silence, neither you or him said a word. And eventually, Cyprus has reached his destination, driving further past the tents and stalls to enter an underground parking lot.

"We're here." Cyprus pulled his handbrake up and killed the engine. He took the keys out of the ignition, but made no move to open the door.

Because he was staring at you, who is now refusing to budge. Hiding yourself in your corner with your knees brought to your chest.

He brought a hand up to your head, petting your hair affectionately. "Baby? I said we're here-"

You yelled at him, saying you heard him the first time. All that while harshly shoving his hand away from you.

"What the fuck is up with you today!?" And it seems like that was the last straw for him, Cyprus furrowed his eyebrows and crowded you from his seat, making the only escape route the door, but it was locked and you somehow couldn't open it no matter how much you tugged on the handle or toggled with the lock.

You said you hated him, he has ruined your life. Perhaps you were trying to mimic what his exes did, you don't know how they could withstand the pressure of his menacing presence. Or maybe they liked it, you definitely didn't.

He sternly called you by your name. "Look at me."

You refused, burying your face in your arms.

"Look at me!" He scolded, this time Cyprus seized you by the jaw and forced your face to his. His grip on you was almost bruising, forcing you to pucker your lips as his fingers dug into your cheeks.

He glared straight at you, steely grey eyes darting all over to examine whatever might be causing your sudden and severe hostility. Though his expression softened when he realized what's been behind your intolerance today.

"Ah." He sounded out, "That figures." relieved and annoyed at the same time. Cyprus brought his thumb on your lower eyelid and gently pulled it down. He then pushed your upper eyelid up.

"Pink eye. I told you not to hang around Nancy." Nancy was one of your nosier coworkers, she had just come back from a medical leave and Cyprus was already telling you to avoid her. You didn't listen despite how she would have coughing fits and bad coughing etiquette. In hindsight, maybe you should have heed his words, but you were desperate to regain some agency over yourself. So you rebelled.

He continued checking your eyeball even after he knew what he was looking at.

It felt invasive, so you thrashed in his grip enough for him to loosen it.

He sighed, taking his keys out of his pocket, jabbing it into his ignition and restarting it again. You winced when Cyprus revved up his engine and allowed its roar to bounce off the basement carpark walls.

"I knew you didn't mean any of it; the crap you said to me. But you really need to say what's bugging you next time... not just take it out on me." He brought his handbrake down and shifted gears.

You remained static in your position and stayed quiet.

"I know you wouldn't, though. It's like it'll kill you to open up." Cyprus drove away from his perfect parking spot, pressing on the gas pedal as if he was in a rush.

"It's fine, I totally love playing detective." Snarked Cyprus sarcastically.

You merely rubbed your eye with a finger.

--

"One more drop, princess." He whispered, holding cupping your cheek and using his thumb to pull your lower eyelid down. Once the last droplet of your antibiotics reached your eye, you blinked hard and held onto his wrist.

"That's a good girl," Cyprus whispered as he pecked you on the forehead, before screwing the cap back on the bottle. A few seconds later, you started to feel the relief in your diseased eyeball.

Cyprus had driven you to a nearby pharmacist, where he would buy medicated eye drops for your conjunctivitis. He had insisted that he is the one to administer it because he claimed that you wouldn't know how to do it correctly despite being there when the pharmacist verbally gave you the instructions. It wasn't cheap, but he still footed the bill himself.

You shook your head and blinked rapidly, allowing the medicine to spread evenly. Cyprus brushed any stray hairs away from your face with his fingers, you were too distracted with the sensation you have in your eye to push him away.

"Well?"

You looked at him. He has his arms crossed and is leaning against the side of his car.

"Aren't you going to apologize? You were so fucking mean to me earlier." He looked away momentarily, seemingly trying to hide something on his face before bringing back his focus on you.

You froze and couldn't get anything out, yes, you were unreasonably rude to him. But that may be your only ticket out of this forced relationship... Well, your last resort is to go to the police but you don't think it has come to that yet. It's not... Illegal to be a jerk to Cyprus as long as you check yourself from time to time.

You were brought out of your thoughts by an incoherent grumble from Cyprus, he massaged his brow. "Okay, we don't have to do that now, you're definitely still a little prickly for some reason and I think I know why." He took a deep breath and exhaled as he opened the door to his passenger seat.

You stared blankly at the interior of his car, he gestured for you to go in. "Come on, get in. I'm going to have to fight for another parking spot, and that's going to take a while."

You looked around you, god knows where you are right now and you have no smartphone to navigate your way back home. There isn't a bus stop in sight either. Perhaps you could slowly inch your way to the general direction of your home? Your shoes are intact and pretty comfortable, there has to be a bus stop somewhere.

"You are not walking home, I'll fucking wrangle you into this car if I have to." As if he was reading your mind, Cyprus quickly closed the space between the two of you, so that your face is almost smothered in his broad chest.

You begrudgingly agreed and went into the Passenger's side on your own. He closed the door for you and shook his head while walking towards the driver's seat.

The distance between the pharmacy and the market wasn't that far at all, it was short enough that Cyprus didn't try to initiate any small talk or touch you either. Or maybe he was still freshly wounded by your recalcitrance.

Cyprus only reached out to pull your hand away when you're about to rub your eyes again.

"Here." He picked up his thermos flask in his cup holder and handed it to you. "Drink up, you only had a tiny sip of water today."

You cautiously took it from his hand and opened it to access the crisp, refreshing water with ice cubes bobbing around.

He was right, Cyprus isn't looking for a motherly partner to supplement his life. He is the motherly one who you now realize took care of you very well no matter how much you didn't like his personality.

From cutting your steaks without needing to ask, making your meals, taking you to the clinic, and paying for anything you can think of. Yes, it's irritating that he would drag you to dates that you didn't even want to go on in the first place, but his intentions were for you to experience the world and all its novelty alongside him. He just wanted you to have fun differently and he isn't stingy with his money.

However, that doesn't discount the fact that he's doing all these against your will, touching you despite your numerous "No"s and rejections, forcing you to play along with this romantic fantasy of his in the office and holding your items hostage, so he could keep you in his apartment.

You brought your attention to him again, he's sulking. A stark contrast from his cheery, teasing attitude from this morning.

Somehow, you felt guilty for lashing out at Cyprus earlier. He did make you cry, though. So this could have been payback for it. However, he apologized, albeit sounding patronizing and infantilizing.

But if you apologize, it will only send a message that you're genuinely interested in being with Cyprus. Worsening his chronic disability to heed your rejections.

You thought about your next move.

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3.3 Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, brunch, toxic plants.

Word Count: 1.5k

Previously On...: Your coworkers warned you about the history of the Winter Soldier.

A/N: Time for Brunch!

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Bucky held the diner door open, allowing Lily to walk in first. It was a sort of tradition of theirs– brunch every other Saturday at Melinda’s, a cute little cafe about a twenty minute drive from the Compound– that they’d been doing for years now.

“I’m so glad to finally be spending some time together,” Lily said as she slid into their usual booth by the window. “I feel like it’s been ages.”

Bucky chuckled as he picked up his menu– not like he didn’t already know exactly what he was going to get: a black coffee, scrambled eggs with sausage and bacon, a plate of home fries, and a short stack of chocolate chip pancakes. “Lil, we hung out last night,” he told her.

“Last night doesn’t count,” she pouted, picking up a sugar packet from the little ceramic container on the table and beginning to play with it. 

Bucky put down the menu. “Why not?” he asked.

Before she could answer him, the waitress came to take their order. Bucky liked her– Mya; she was always friendly and put an extra pancake on the pile for him, free of charge.

“Hey there, Buck,” she greeted warmly, “Lily. Good to see you two again.”

“Hey, Mya,” Bucky replied with a dazzling smile. “How are you this morning? How’s Frankie?” Mya was a single mother, working two jobs, so Bucky always made sure to tip well and inquire about her son.

“He’s good, Buck; thanks for asking. He really appreciates the autographed Avengers picture you got for him; brought it to school for Show & Tell and everything.”

Bucky laughed good naturedly. “My pleasure,” he said. “They always make us take those dumb publicity photos; figured something good should come outta them.”

“Well, he’s very grateful, all the same,” she said with a grin. “How are–”

“I’ll take a Cobb salad, no bacon, dressing on the side, and a Diet Sprite. Thank you,” Lily interjected, smile tight.

Mya blinked a few times before replying “Yeah, sure, absolutely,” as if she hadn’t just been interrupted. She turned to Bucky. “The usual for you, Buck?” she asked.

“Yeah, please. Thanks, Mya.” Mya took their menus and, promising their food would be right out, walked away. Bucky followed her with his eyes to make sure she was well out of earshot before he turned back to Lily. “What the hell, Lil?” he asked her.

“What?” she asked, seemingly nonchalantly. “I’m hungry.”

“So, you couldn’t wait five seconds for her to finish speaking?” he asked accusingly. 

“Hey, she gets paid to serve, not to flirt,” Lily snapped. 

Bucky rolled his eyes as he leaned back. “You always think everyone’s flirting with me. We were just talking about her kid. What is with you today?”

Lily sighed and looked up at him, blue eyes turning sad. “I’m sorry– I’m just tired. I told you, I didn’t sleep well last night, and it’s making me cranky. Don’t be too mad at me, okay, Jamie?” She smiled and reached her hand across the table to grab his. “It’s your fault, after all.” She winked at him.

Bucky smiled and squeezed her hand. “I told you I was sorry,” he said. “And now I’m making it up to you by buying you brunch. Gotta take care of my best girl, right?” Lily beamed at him. 

“Right,” she agreed with a nod. “Hey, just out of curiosity, where did you end up staying last night? Did you go back to the Tower?” Though Tony Stark had moved the Avengers operation to the Compound Upstate, he still utilized the Tower for Stark Industries, and kept apartments available there for the team to use if they found themselves in the city overnight.

Bucky pulled his hand back from hers and scratched the back of his neck. Lily squinted her eyes at him, and he knew he’d just revealed a sure tell that he’d done something she’d not be pleased with. 

“Oh my god, Bucky,” Lily said angrily. “Do not tell me you stayed the night with Nat’s friend.” The way she said ‘friend,’ with her voice getting incredibly shrill at the end, had Bucky inwardly cringing. 

“Well, by the time I got her back to her place,” Bucky defended, “it was already pouring. Wouldn’t’ve been safe for me to head back in those conditions.”

Lily seemed to be mulling over his words. “I guess,” she said, after a moment. “So, what? You sleep on the couch?”

For some reason, Bucky couldn’t get the words out to tell his best friend the truth– that, no, he hadn’t slept on Major’s couch. In fact, he’d slept on her bed, but it didn’t really count, because the two of them had hardly done any sleeping at all. Instead, he just brought his coffee cup to his lips, took a long sip, and nodded.

“Good,” said Lily, seeming satisfied with his answer. “I don’t like the idea of you hanging out with her. She was a total bitch.”

Bucky frowned. He realized that the interaction between Major and Lily last night had been… tense, but he fully hadn’t expected that she would call Major a bitch and tell him she didn’t want him to spend time with her. “She was just defending herself, Lil,” he said cautiously. “You were kinda out of line with that anti-girly stuff.”

Lily gave him a wounded look. “I cannot believe you would take the side of a complete stranger over your own best friend,” she said, looking affronted. “She was incredibly rude to me.”

Mya returned then with their meals, and Bucky waited until she had walked away before continuing: “I’m not siding with anyone. I just think you should take into consideration that you were rude to her, first, Lil. She was acting defensive because you put her on the defensive.” 

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” Lily crossed her arms, pouting.

“Lil, doesn’t it bother you that you don’t have any female friends?” he asked carefully.

She scoffed. “What do I need female friends for?” she asked. “They just wanna talk about stupid girl shit and it’s dull and boring. Besides, I have you. I don’t need other friends.”

It struck Bucky then how very sad that seemed. Sure, he didn’t have many friends, himself; just Steve, Lily, Sam, and the team, but he was a 100-plus year old, formerly brainwashed, ex-assassin with PTSD and a list of issues a mile long, so it was to be expected. But Lily? Surely a young, vibrant person like her should be hanging with more people than just him?

“This was what Major was talking about,” Bucky said gently, choosing to ignore his observation for the time being. “You can think feminine things are dull, and boring, but it’s not fair of you to consider them stupid just because you don’t enjoy them. And it’s definitely not cool of you to look down on people who do.”

To Bucky’s dismay, Lily’s bottom lip began to tremble, and he feared she was going to start crying. “Why are you mad at me?” she pouted. 

Bucky felt his facial features soften as he looked at her. “I’m not mad at you, Lil. I just think that, maybe, you should reconsider your stance on some things, that’s all.”

Lily seemed to consider his words for a moment, before she broke out into a giant grin. “Okay, Jamie,” she said, digging back into her Cobb salad. “If it’ll make you happy, I’ll do better.”

Well, Bucky thought, that went better than expected.

They ate companionably for a while after that, sharing small talk and enjoying each other’s company. When it came time to leave, Bucky paid the bill, making sure to leave a little extra for Mya to make up for Lily’s earlier rudeness. 

As they were walking out, Lily interlocked her arm with his. “Do you want to do a movie night at my place tonight?” she asked. Since Lily was a member of SHIELD, and not an Avenger proper, she didn’t have an apartment at the Compound. Instead, like most of the other agents who were based there, she had a place of her own in town. Usually, Bucky relished spending time at her place, where it was quiet and far less crowded. 

But then Bucky remembered he’d asked Major out to dinner for this evening. “Shit, Lil,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his vibranium hand. “I can’t tonight; I’m sorry.”

“What, you abandoning me for a hot date or something?” The words were phrased as a joke, but there was an edge to her voice that told Bucky she was genuinely afraid that was why he was saying no.

He let out a forced laugh. “Of course not,” he said, immediately wondering why he was lying to her. “I just, uh, promised Sam we’d do a guys’ night. You know how he gets if he thinks people aren’t paying enough attention to him.”

Lily scoffed. “He’s such a fucking drama queen,” she said.

“Heh, yeah.” Bucky sent out a silent apology to both Major and Sam for the lie, and hoped he could get Sam to back him up on it. He had told Bucky he’d be his wingman when it came to Major, after all.

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Pairing- Namjoon x Named Reader

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Includes- One of my favorite fic I've written, Hitman Namjoon, Hit attempt, gunshot wound, Chair sex, cock riding, missionary, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling trying to fall asleep

I need a nap before I go to class or I'm going to be so cranky

I look at my phone at the time

3:30 pm

I've been tossing for an hour

I worked the morning shift today at work

6:00 am to 2:00 pm at the Starbucks by my house

I have class at 6:30 pm tonight

And I need a freaking nap or I'm going to be tired and cranky during class

That can't happen

This is my last semester

I finally graduate in a few months

I can't fuck everything up now

Turning to my side, I close my eyes, listening to the song that always plays in my head

It's a song I was born with like everyone in the world

Only my soulmate and I know it

I can turn it on and off but I usually listen to it while falling asleep

It's weird because the song isn't in English

It's in Korean

But that doesn't mean my soulmate is Korean

My friend Larissa had a Spanish song stuck in her head and her soulmate is a German guy who doesn't know Spanish at all

Mine is a nice song and it's nice to listen to

A love song

I'm almost asleep, drifting, when I hear a door close

I sit straight up in my bed, listening harder

There's no one here with me

My father is an asshole

He's a wealthy business man who is also a drug dealer

He came to Seoul for his business and took me with him

I was thirteen at the time so I had to go

While he was here, he got into trouble with the gangs and drug dealers and had to flee

I refused to go with him

I was nineteen and I didn't have to go with him anywhere

He left me the house and I haven't seen him in five years

I don't have roommates, I don't let people sleep over

I'm always alone here

So there should not be any door closing in this house

I get up from my bed and creep to my door, slowly opening it

I hear someone moving downstairs

Shit, someone is here

Fear spreads in my body

What am I supposed to do?

I run to my closet and grab a baseball bat that my dad left here

I found it two years ago and I just kept it

I keep saying that I'd learn some self defense but I never got around to it

So stupid

I open my door and listen

"Where is she? She better be home", a man's voice says in Korean

I stifle a gasp

This guy is here for me

Is he going to kill me?

He's probably here because of my father

Maybe a debt he didn't pay, someone he crossed and they want to get back at him

Or maybe he pissed someone else off wherever he lives now and they're sending this guy to kill me

How nice of them to assume he cares about me

I hear him walking and fear seizes my heart

What do I do?

Do I go downstairs to try to run for the door?

Do I hide?

Hiding never works in movies

I listen and I think he's in the kitchen

"How many rooms does this place have?"

A lot

It was just me and my dad but he loved living the stupid high life

I'd sell this house but it's under my dad's name and I have no where else to go

No way to contact him

And no money either

He didn't give me any when he left

That's what my job is for- bills and school

If this guy is by the kitchen then he'll probably go into the two bedrooms down there first before coming upstairs

I can make it

I hope

I can't stay up here, it's a dead end

As quietly as I can, I go down the stairs one at a time

The stairs are wood

My dad had the carpet taken away years ago

I hope it doesn't fucking creak

I'm so scared that this guy is going to come around the corner and see me

I'm way too open right now

I'm dead if he sees me

"Fucking hell", I hear him say

Shit

I run the rest of the way down the stairs

I land on the last step

And it creaks

Fuck

I run, turning into the living room and behind the staircase just as a gun goes off and a bullet lands in the wall I was just standing in front of

Yeah he's here to kill me

"Just come out. I'm going to get pissed off if I have to chase you everywhere"

Not a chance in hell

I'm so scared and I have to force myself to stop shaking

I need to get the fuck out of here

I'm so far from the front door

And he's in-between me and it

"Joanne. Come out!"

Fuck he knows my name

Of course he does

"Go away!", I yell, "I don't know you!"

"You don't need to know me. You just need to face what is going to eventually happen. I will kill you"

"Why? I didn't do anything!"

I inch closer to the opposite side of the staircase, away from where his voice is coming

I can get to the hall and then to the kitchen

Maybe grab a knife

It's no match for a gun though

I keep moving, almost to the hallway

"There you are", he says

A bang goes off and pain explodes in the back of my arm

"Fuck!", I scream and move to the middle of the back of the staircase

I grab my arm, blood seeping through my fingers

He shot the back of my upper arm

It hurts so fucking much and my eyes begin to tear

I can't believe this

How did my life get so fucked up so quickly?

I hear him moving on the right and I move to the left

I hear him slowly getting closer

He starts to hum

Seriously?

Is this like a game for him?

Fucking asshole

I'm trying to think of what to do when I hear what he's humming

Of fucking course

He's humming my song

The one that's always in my head

He's my fucking soulmate

And he's trying to kill me

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Namjoon POV

I thought this job was going to be easy

The picture of the girl I was hired to kill made her look like an easy target

She's gorgeous but she has to die

I'm getting paid good money for this

But she's smarter than I thought, staying behind the staircase

I know if I go one way, she'll just go the opposite

So I decided to shoot to wound her

I got her in the back of her arm

That's going to hurt like hell and bleed

I can follow her blood trail wherever she goes in the house

I'm getting pissed off so I start humming the dumb song that's always in my head to calm me down

The song I was born with that my soulmate is supposed to know

They're supposed to be the only one who knows it

Me and them

That's how we find each other

What a crock of shit

All I know is this song can get annoying

It's always there, in the back of everything

I've heard of people learning to control it, but I never did

And to top it off, it's a stupid love song

But I hum it as I slowly walk in the hallway towards the back of the stairs

Then I hear, "nega nal bulleoss-eul ttae naneun neoui kkoch-eulo"

And I stop in my tracks

She's singing

"neomankeum nado manh-i museowo. When you see me, when you touch me"

No

This isn't happening

It can't

"Cause you love me and I love you"

She's singing the song

The song in my head

That no one but one person can know

"Love me now, touch me now. Just let me love you"

She's my soulmate

And I'm hired to kill her

I slowly walk to the back of the stairs, listening to her

"Ijen gyeote wajwo, Uriga doeeojwo.

I don't wanna let go no"

I'm about to turn, to her and I stop

Do I want to do this?

Do I want to see her?

Because once I do, I know I can't kill her

She's mine and I'm hers

I won't kill her and I'll do everything to protect her

"Tteolji malgo nae soneul jaba"

I make the decision and walk to her

She's sitting with her legs to her chest and her head down

She slowly looks up at me, tears on her face

And I fall in love instantly

"Just do it quick ok?", she asks

Hearing that is a knife to my heart

I can't do this

I can't kill her, I could never hurt her

I will kill anyone who tries to hurt her

"I...I....can't", I whisper

"Www....what?"

I kneel down to her and look in her eyes

Her beautiful dark brown eyes

"I..I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't know who you were. I'm sorry I hurt you"

"I...what?", she asks confused

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I can fix it. It's a flesh wound. You'll be ok. I know how to fix it. Or I can take you to a hospital. I'm sorry. Please. Please forgive me", I plead

She looks at me and I hope she can see how sorry I am

She looks so confused but that expression goes away as she keeps looking at me

"Yeah ok. I forgive you", she answers hesitantly, biting her lip

"Come on. I can take you to a hospital"

"I thought you said you can fix it?", she asks

"I uh, I can but I don't know if you'd want me to. If you'd want to come to my apartment where I have everything"

She's quiet for a minute

I'm so stupid

I almost killed her

I never thought I'd find her and when I did I almost killed her

"I'll go with you. To your apartment. So you can fix it", she answers

I nod, "Ok"

"I uh, I need to get shoes and stuff. I'll be back"

"Use a towel to stop the blood for now", I suggest

She nods and I hear her go upstairs

Great job Namjoon

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"This is going to hurt", I tell her

"Just do it", she answers

I just finished pulling the bullet out of her arm, then I cleaned and disinfected her wound

It killed me to hear her scream into a towel I gave her when I poured alcohol on it

Now I'm holding her skin together, carefully sliding the needle in her skin to start stitching the wound closed

She screams into the towel again, tears running down her face

I hate hurting her

I always swore that if I ever found my soulmate I'd protect them

Instead I'm the reason she's hurt.

She sobs harder the more I keep going but she doesn't move her arm

I finish as fast as I can but I make sure to do a good job

When I finish, I put some ointment on it, a bandage over it, then wrap a longer bandage around her arm to keep everything in place

We sit in silence as she breathes heavily and stops crying

When she lifts her head, I move in front of her

"I'm sorry. It'll never happen again. I promise. I promise I'll always protect you"

She looks at me and she nods

"Who are you?"

Wow I'm dumb

She doesn't even know my name

"Kim, Namjoon"

"Namjoon", she repeats, "You already know my name"

I nod, "Joanne. Joanne Russo"

"I guess you were trying to kill me because of my father?"

I nod

"Of course", she sighs, "What'd he do now?"

"I uh don't know. I'm just given a target and told to eliminate it"

She just stares at me

"You were going to kill me and you don't even know why?"

"I'm not required to know. That's not part of my job"

"You're job", she repeats, "What is your job? Are you like an assassin or something? Because let me tell you, I heard you walking around from my bedroom. You suck at being quiet"

Yeah I know I'm loud but at that point I don't care

They're going to die either way

"I'm not an assassin"

She raises her eyebrow, "Then what?"

"Hitman"

She rolls her eyes, "Oh my god it's the same thing!"

"No, not true.", I shake my head, "Assassin's may not get paid for killing someone. They also kill important people like politicians, kings, presidents, people like that. I kill regular people and I get paid for it"

"Fine whatever there's a difference. Happy?", she snaps

I like her already

I like how sassy she is

"Yeah", I answer

She glares at me, but tries to stop the smile that's trying to come on her face

And I just realized I really want to see her smile

I know it's going to be gorgeous

"So what, you work alone? Pick who you want to kill?"

I shake my head

"No. I'm part of an organization that hires out hitmen, thugs and gang members. I'm one of six hitmen. We're higher up than the thugs and gangbangers. I'm the best hitman. Fast, efficient, always complete the job. Until today"

"Yeah thanks. If you didn't hum the song then I'd be dead right now"

She's not wrong

That though makes me sick

"So you were picked for the job?"

I don't want to tell her this but I'm not going to lie to her

"No. I picked the job"

Her gaze snaps to mine, "Seriously?"

I nod, "I was called by my boss and he had a job for all six of us. As the best, I got to pick first. You looked like an easy kill that was worth a lot of money."

"Gee thanks"

"Yeah well you weren't. From the look of your pictures I just assumed you were another dumb girl. But you managed to stay away from me for a good amount of time. Some men I killed didn't even last as long as you did"

She glares at me, "Again, gee thanks"

"I'm-"

"I already know, you're sorry", she sighs, "Now what? You're boss is expecting you to kill me."

I run my hand in my hair, standing and pacing

"I don't know. I don't think this has ever happened. The other six hitmen already have their soulmates. They found them before they were hired. I have to talk to Seokjin. Maybe he can overlook this because of who you are to me."

"Is that your boss?"

I nod

"And if he says you have to kill me?"

"I'll tell him I will but then I'm taking you and we're leaving. I have enough of money to take us far away."

"Hey! I have a life here!", she protests, "I'm almost finished with college. I graduate in a few months!'

I stare at her

I didn't think of that

I didn't consider her life here

I just told her I'd take her away from everything she knows without consulting her

"I...I don't know what else to do. I won't let anyone take you away from me. I...I can't"

"You don't know me"

"That doesn't matter! You're my soulmate. I can't let anything happen to you!", I exclaim

I don't know how to tell her how I feel

It's just as soon as I saw her in person, hearing her sing, I felt something inside me

Like I woke up

And I have feelings for her

I'm in love

I want her to be mine

I don't want to ever be without her

Is this how the guys felt when they found their soulmate?

Is this how everyone feels?

"Why? Why can't you let anything happen to me? You were ready to kill me", she argues

"Because I didn't know who you were! But the second I heard you sing our song, the second I saw you....", I stop

I don't know how to explain this

"It's like you woke up. Like you were asleep to everything before that second.", she says softly

I look at her in shock

She felt that too?

I nod

"And feelings you didn't know you had, didn't know you could ever have for someone hit you in the chest?", I say

She nods, "And when you look at the person, you know you'll do anything to protect them. Do anything for them."

She knows what I feel

She knows I'll do anything for her

I nod, going to sit in front of her

She looks at me in my eyes, "And you know this feeling you feel for that person will turn to love. If it's not already"

"Yeah. It already is", I agree

"It is", she confirms

I pull her to me, my lips on hers in less than a second

And fireworks go off

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J POV

Namjoon kisses me and stars burst in my vision

I never felt this way from a kiss before

I never felt this way for anyone before

I never believed in that love at first sight bullshit but....

I love him

It's insane

How can I love him?

How?

He came to kill me, he tried to kill me

And I love him completely

I'd do anything for him

And I know I'd leave with him if I have to

Not only because I love him but because it makes sense

I have a hit out on me

If he's not going to kill me, maybe someone else will

I can't stay here

And I want to be with him

I know he will protect me

He deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding in my mouth and pulling me on his lap

His arms go around me, holding me tightly as my arms wrap his neck, my hands in his blond hair

His hands run up and down my body, sending shives through me

When he gets to the hem of my shirt, his hands slip under it and he touches my skin

Electricity heats every nerve at his touch

I want him and I decide to go for it

Pulling his shirt up, he moves his arms so I can take it off

He's fucking hot

Broad shoulders and chest with muscles in his chest and stomach

And his arms, fuck his arms

He's beautiful

When I saw him for the first time, I almost couldn't breathe

From fear and from how beautiful his face is

And I thought that at least my murderer is gorgeous

When I touch his chest, he trembles under my fingers

I love that

He tugs at my shirt and I lift my arms

He pulls it off and sucks in a breath

What?

I look at him and he's staring at me like I'm the hottest thing he's ever seen

Me?

No way is he looking at me like that

"You're perfect", he whispers

My eyes shoot open wide

"You are Joanne. To me you are"

I'm still shocked but I get it

He's perfect to me

"You're the only one that matters", I answer

He smiles and holy shit it's gorgeous

Those fucking dimples are to die for

"What?", he asks

"You're smile....I've never seen a smile as beautiful as yours"

I see redness form on his cheeks

He's blushing and it's fucking adorable

I lean in and kiss him, tongue in his mouth

He moans and holds me against him, his hands undoing my bra

Pulling it off he tosses it somewhere

I move off him, undoing his belt and jeans

He lifts himself from the chair so I can pull his pants and boxers down

He kicks off his shoes and clothes

Christ his cock is huge

And he's so fucking hard

How is that going to fit?

He pulls me to him, kissing and sucking on my stomach as his hands pull my shorts and panties down

I'm already so wet and so excited

Taking my shoes off, I step out of my clothes, his hands pulling me back in his lap, straddling him

He's right there and pulls me down on him

It hard to get him in because he's so big and I'm kind small

"Please.", he pleads, "Please baby let me in"

"Push Namjoon. You won't hurt me", I answer, then start kissing his neck

His hands grip my hips and he pushes me down harder on his cock as he pushes up into me

I feel his cock open me up, feeling so good

When he slides all the way in, my body shivers uncontrollably

"Oh my god", he whimpers

Kissing his lips, I start moving, riding him slowly

"Fucking hell. You feel so fucking good", he murmurs between kisses

I know what he means

He feels fucking amazing

Moving faster, I bounce on him harder, making him moan loudly

God that's so sexy

I'm making him moan like that

I can't believe it

He pulls me closer to him, his arm around my waist and he slides his other hand up my back, tangling in my hair

Fuck, I love being in his arms

"You're so wet.", he says, then kisses me, "So tight. So perfect for me"

"You're perfect for me too", I reply, kissing him again, pleasure making me tremble

I slam myself on him faster and faster

"Yes fuck yes", he groans

I'm right there and the next slam makes me cum

"NAMJOON oh my god, oh my god", I yell, pleasure blasting in my body

"Holy shit. It feels so good. You feel so good", he yells, holding me tightly while I cum

When I finish, he moves me up and down his cock, pleasure hitting me quickly again

"Again baby girl. I need you to cum for me again"

"Yes!", I moan

God, his cock is hitting all the right places because he's so fucking big

I can't take it

"Namjoon oh my god, you feel so good, I...I..can't...", I shout

"Yeah baby? I'm making you feel good?"

I nod rapidly, "Yes Namjoon, yes. Your cock...fuck..is so fucking huge, I feel everything. Every fucking move you make. God it feels so fucking good!"

I fucking love it

It's easily the best sex I've ever had

"Good baby. It's all for you baby. Only you", he moans

"More Namjoon, more"

"Anything you want baby", he agrees

He starts thrusting up, hitting my spot which makes me scream

"There baby? That's where you want it?"

I nod, "Yes Namjoon. Please yes"

He starts slamming harder, pounding into me, the pleasure shutting my brain off

I tighten on his cock, clenching him over and over

"My girl want to cum?", he smirks

Jesus Christ, he's fucking sexy

"Hmm baby?", he asks again

"Yes Namjoon. I want to cum. I want to cum. Please make me cum!", I plead

"Always baby"

He slams hard right into my spot and the pleasure blinds me as I orgasm, screaming his name loudly

"NAMJOON, NAMJOON!"

"Fuck baby, I love how it feels when you cum. So fucking good"

Oh god, he's so fucking hot

He keeps moving, fucking me through my orgasm

Which only makes me cum again right after the other one ends

Oh my god I've never felt this pleasure before

"Scream my name baby"

"NAMJOON! Oh fuck, NAMJOON", I scream, my body arching into his, his arm holding me against house body

"Want another one baby?"

"Yes fuck yes yes"

God yes I want another one

So much

His slamming brings another orgasms almost immediately

I just scream incoherently

I can't think, I can't talk

I can only feel

"Mmmm yeah baby's shaking. It's that good baby?"

I nod, "Oh fuck yes. The best"

"Baby's gonna make me cum."

I want him to

I want him to so much

"Cum Namjoon, I want you to", I moan

He nods, pounding a few more times

"Fuck JOANNE, baby, JOANNE!", he screams as he cums

I can actually feel him cum and I'm surprised at how good he feels

When he finishes he relaxes leaning back in the chair and laying me on him

I put my head on his shoulder, breathing hard, just staying in his arms

My new favorite place to be

He plays with my hair, holding me to his chest

"I'm never leaving you", he whispers

"Good. I'm never leaving you either"

I feel him kiss my forehead and I hold onto him tighter

🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨

Namjoon POV

"She's you're what?", Seokjin questions

"My soulmate"

"You're kidding me"

I shake my head

"I almost killed her. I started humming the song, my- our song and..and she started singing it"

"Holy shit!", Jimin exclaims

"That blows", Jungkook says

Don't I know it

"And you didn't kill her?", Jin asks

How can he ask me that?

He wouldn't kill Ara

He protects her with his life

Why should I do anything different?

I shake my head, "I couldn't. When I saw her....I couldn't"

Jin nods

"What...what does this mean? What happens now?", I ask afraid

I'm ready to run

I already talked to Joanne

I took her back to her house and helped her get whatever she wanted and needed

She knows she can't ever go back to live there anymore

I promised to buy her whatever she wanted or needed that she couldn't take

She told me she didn't need anything but me and that made me so fucking happy

I feel the exact same way about her and I made sure she knows it

We packed her whole life into two suitcases

I packed mine into one

We closed out our bank accounts and opened one together putting all our money there, so no one knows where it is

Then I got a hotel room for us and that's where she is now

We can't stay at my apartment either

And there was no way in hell I'm bring her here

Just in case

These people are my friends but money is money

"Well I'd say that one of the guys would kill her but she's your soulmate. Soulmates are off limits. To us anyway."

"They are?", I ask, relief flooding my body

"In this organization they are. Doesn't matter if they're targets or not. She's safe from every member of this organization. As for the others I don't know. I would tell them the job is done but-"

"They require a body", I finish

"What if we set it up?", Hobi asks

"What?", Jin questions

"We just do another job with a girl who looks like his soulmate. Mess up her face bad so she unrecognizable. Then pass her off as his soulmate."

That sounds like it could work

Jin nods, "I have doctors and cops who I can call who can fake whatever records or forms that are required."

I'm getting hopeful

Jin looks at me, "You'd have to leave Seoul, possibly Korea with her though. She can't be seen here or they will know she's alive. The men who ordered the hit do not know which hitman I sent for the job, so they don't know you work here. You can leave with no ties to us. And be with her wherever you two choose"

I nod

That works

I have no problem leaving

I have nothing here anyway

No family, nothing I'm attached to

Just her

"Is that good for you?", Jin asks

"Yes. Thank you", I reply

"Yeah well good luck.", Jin says, "We'll start the plan now."

He tosses a picture with an envelope to Tae

"Take her out. Make her unrecognizable"

Tae nods

"Thank you", I tell them

"See ya Namjoon.", Hobi waves

"Gonna miss you", Tae adds

"Good luck", Jungkook chimes in

I wave bye to the guys and leave

Opening the door to the hotel room I hear her call me

"Joonie?"

"Yeah baby, it's me"

"Joonie", she calls running to me

I pick her up and hold her to me tightly

She small and I love how perfectly she fits in my arms

"Is everything ok?", I ask

"Yeah, I just missed you", she answers, cuddling into my neck, arms and legs around me

That puts a smile on my face

"I missed you too"

I did

I felt uneasy without her next to me

Probably because of this whole situation

Putting her on the bed, she lays down on her back and I lay next to her, propping my head in my hand

"What happened?", she asks

I explain to her what Jin said and the plan the guys came up with

"Huh so soulmates are off limits? Who knew?"

"Not me", I answer

I really had no clue

"So does that sound ok to you? Leaving Korea?"

"Yeah baby", she nods

I love her calling me that

That and Joonie

No one has called me Joonie since I was a kid

"But are you ok with it? You've lived here your whole life"

Leaning down, I kiss her lips, then softly touch the side of her face

"As long as I'm with you I'm good being anywhere"

She nods, smiling

God her smile is stunning

I love seeing it and I love when she directs it at me

"That's funny Joonie, I was going to say the same thing"

A smile bursts on my face, "Yeah?"

"Yeah Joonie. I'll follow you anywhere. I'm happy as long as I'm with you"

I'm so happy she's mine

Some soulmates take time to fall in love it, to accept it but she embraced it right away

Like I did

"You're smile is so beautiful Joonie. I love everything about it", she whispers, touching my dimples

"So is yours baby. I love looking at your smile", I answer

She puts her arm around my neck and pulls me down to her, her lips on mine in a kiss

I kiss her back with everything in me

Her hands slide in my hair, pressing her body to mine as she kisses me

I run my hands all over her, touching her every where

Hooking my fingers in her pants and panties, I pull them down

Her hands move to my jeans, undoing everything and pulling my jeans and boxers down

I'm so excited to be with her again

The first time...fuck the first time was the best sex I ever had in my life

I'm always going to want her

All the time

I move on top of her and she opens her legs for me

She's already soaking wet as I push hard to get in

When I slide inside, her body trembles and she moans softly

I love her reaction to me

It shows how much she wants me

Moving slowly, I gently thrust in and out, pleasure pouring over me

"Joonie", she cries

Fuck, I love hearing her say my name

She pulls my shirt up and I help her take it off

Taking her shirt off too, I lift her a little from the bed and undo her bra, tossing it behind me

He arms go around my neck pulling me to her

She kisses me again and I'm in heaven

"Baby", she whispers, then kisses me again

I kiss down her neck and along her shoulder

"Baby, my baby", I repeat as I kiss her and she moans

As I thrust in, she moves her hips to meet me

I go in deeper and hit her spot, causing her to gasp and shudder against me

The way she and her body responds to me blows my mind

No other girl has responded like she does

As we move together, she kisses me and calls my name, "Namjoon.."

"Mmm baby", I answer

"I love you Namjoon", she tells me

I look up at her to see her already looking at me, her eyes full of love

For me

It's the first time she told me she loves me

And I'm over the moon

"I love you Joanne. More than anything", I answer

She smiles her gorgeous smile at me and I melt

Kissing her, we keep moving together, clinging to each other

"I love you", she says again, then kisses me

"I love you", I tell her, my lips back on hers

I feel her getting ready and I want it so much

She moans as her orgasm starts, blasting pleasure all over me that I cum with her

We keep kissing and saying "I love you", through our orgasms

"I love you", she whimpers

"I love you", I moan

I never came this way, kissing and telling someone I love them while she tells me she loves me

It's my favorite way to orgasm now

I can feel her love for me and I hope she can feel mine

When we finish, I pull out, laying next to her again

She takes my hand, intertwining our fingers, then bringing our hands up and kissing the back of mine

"I love you so much, Namjoon", she say, looking at me

I can't help but smile at her

"I love you more than anything Joanne. You're my everything"

She smiles, lifting her head

I lean down and catch her lips in a soft kiss

We both lay down and she immediately comes into my arms, snuggling close to me

I wrap my arms around her, getting her as close to me as she can get.

We have to move tomorrow, pick somewhere to go and possibly hide for a long time

And I know that as long as I have her, everything is going to be ok

But that's tomorrow

For tonight, I lay with my soulmate, my love and fall asleep

[agendabymooner]

the paddock’s lucky husband ! toto w. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)

summary: toto wolff is a lucky man amongst other things. OR a series of tweets and clips in which tilly wolff discussed her husband and their three kids.

content warning: fictional wolff kids, tweets + video clips, use of explicit language, fluff, mentions of pregnancy, dad!Toto, established relationship, toto’s older kids being cool asf (idk their social media handles)

note: what is sleep? enjoy xx

masterlist

liked by lewishamilton, danielricciardo, loricciardo

danielricciardo i like how you didn’t post anything for a whole year since last year’s canadian gp and come back with a brand new toddler liked by tillywolff

tillywolff delmo’s grown too fast okay 🥲

danielricciardo he’s no longer allowed to 😭

user1 idk what i love the most: a year old adelmo being taught how to skate by toto or toto sleeping while adelmo’s awake

user2 you would think that tia and soren are twins just looking at the second last picture

user3 i’ve been promptly fed with toto’s back. thank you tilly 🫶

user4 girl 😅 that’s her husband

ben.wolff tia must have missed her brother ben 🥲 liked by tillywolff

tillywolff if by that you mean causing chaos in your dad’s office then yes 😂 they’re looking forward to seeing you and rosawolff 😉

rosawolff i would really prefer not to make a mess in papa’s office, thank you very much :)

rosawolff look at addie and ren :((( i miss those little stinkers liked by tillywolff

tillywolff ren’s been wondering where you’ve been so maybe this is a chance to spend some time with them!!!

lewishamilton ugh elmo’s so big now 😩 how’s lottie supposed to play with him? liked by tillywolff

tillywolff delmo doesn’t like to roughhouse don’t worry 😅

user5 tilly, baby, your child is tall like his dad 😀

TILLY WOLFF’S PREGNANCY GLOW MAKES A COME BACK AT THE 2022 MET GALA by vogue

[1st image: emma: you look like you came from a minimalist renaissance painting, might i add. tilly: thank you! you look amazing yourself. who're you wearing? e: i should be asking that question but louis vuitton and cartier. you? t: christian siriano. he did all of this on friday which i'm grateful for.]

[2nd: e: your husband, toto- he would normally attend the gala with you, right? t: yes. he actually couldn't right now because he's in miami with the kids in preparation for the grand prix. he was insisting that he should come along but i kept giving him the outline of his job roles that he can't skip out on.]

[3rd: e: he's just being a husband, if you think of it. t: yes but he's a husband who also happens to have a racing team that are hoping to contend for the world constructors championship. e: what did he say when you told him he couldn't go? t: he was rather cranky. he wasn't the typical toto who would radiate this intense energy. he was just upset i couldn't allow him to go.]

[4th: t: i'm a couple weeks away from surpassing my first trimester, and he doesn't seem to think i'd do perfectly fine on my own especially if he's away and we're not at home. he's still worried i would trip and everything as if i hadn't worn heels back when i was pregnant with soren and tia. e: you must be some sort of superwoman if you could do that while pregnant!]

[5th: t: i worked hard on it. sometimes mary janes wouldn't do my job outfit any justice and there'd be a pair of kitten heels calling for me. e: how did your poor feet feel? t: swollen. i cried after realizing i can't wear them unless i get a bigger size. but it's not anything that i couldn't get. it's mostly just toto that i have to deal with whenever he sees me slipping on some heels.]

[6th: e: who would have thought that the big bad wolff could feel the discomfort of a pregnant woman by simply looking at her? t: *laughs* he's an empath of some sort. i don't know. i've been with him for almost a decade and one of things that l've learned is that he's quite observant and wouldn't budge unless you admit that he was right about what he saw.]

Q&A WITH TILLY by tilly marie

[1st image: what smell brings back good memories?]

[2nd: what could be a scent that brings back good memories? this is quite hard... i think i would say baby powder? *laughs* it sounds quite peculiar but it's something that reminds me that l've got the best things that could have happened to me. which are my children.]

[3rd: it's not really that peculiar, if i come think of it. there are people that like the smell of gasoline still to this day. i have spent years in garages and l've had my fair share of smoking experiences- those scents were addicting but the baby powder? extremely addictive. you won't have any issue with your lungs too.]

ATTENDING THE DIOR HAUTE COUTURE SHOW by tilly marie

clip one — soren’s wake up call… literally

[1st image: the breakfast came it quite late today and my neighbour's playing the most awful songs in the morning. i absolutely thought that i was going to have the most horrendous day at the haute couture show then my husband just rang and it turned out it was soren who called me early in the morning to say hi. he stole his papa's phone from the bedside and somehow knew the passcode. or it's probably his face id that did it. who knows.]

[2nd: i was telling him about how hungry i was because my breakfast wasn't ready, so my sweet boy didn't even hesitate to run downstairs to "cook"- he began to grab pans and eggs to "cook." thankfully toto had gotten up by then otherwise soren would've gotten into some sort of accident just trying to make me an omelette from brackley. i'm in paris but my sweet boy thinks he could send the breakfast my way as soon as possible.]

clip two — tilly shows how adelmo moves

[1st image: tilly: do you wanna see how adelmo dances to aladdin's "friend like me?" cameraman: yes of course. why not? tilly: great, this is how his little 2 year old self dances with the genie]

[2nd: *hums in adelmo torger lewis wolff*]

clip three — tia is the spoiled cub of the cubs

[1st image: i think i should try to put tia in my purse and take her with me on a show next time because i- *laughs* i can't behave by myself anymore. tia would most likely be scolding me and she'd be so happy to see all of these clothes. then she'd probably ask it she could get a dress tailored for her from the haute couture collection.]

[2nd: now that i think of it, she's most likely to empty toto's wallet in one go. whenever she and toto goes out for some daddy-daughter time, tia would return with her papa carrying shitloads of shopping bags. the sad case is that they all came from harrods- but that's the only place we could go without being hounded by cameras. still... toto goes all out for her all the time.]

[afyrian]

no. 6 - breakfast convos masterlist

    the mess hall is filled with tired and cranky campers. the first night wasn't how you expected it to go. many of them weren't prepared for the terrible mattresses that every camp seems to have and the amount of bugs that made their way through the door cracks. and now, standing in the mess hall, you sigh, letting your cabin go ahead of you. 

  the breakfast looks absolutely delicious, however, most of the cabins had already gone through the food. even atsumu's cabin seemed to have made their way through before your's. with how often he slept in.. you lightly shake your head, trying to remind yourself that this camp isn't about him. it's about camaraderie and having fun. 

  although, no breakfast but seaweed and steamed rice isn't the most fun. and while you could make something out of it, there isn't much rice to work with. you look around the room, biting your lip, watching as your friends try to wave you over. 

  "sorry about the lack of food, some people seemed to grab more than the usual amount," osamu catches you standing in front of the food without anything on your plate, "here, why don't you come to the back and we can figure something out. someone's bringing fresh food soon, but your first activity will have started."

  you take in a slow breath, nodding your head, "what would i do without you osamu?"

  "probably go hungry," he shrugs, a smile rising on his face. 

  the two of you make your way to the kitchen, scouring the freezers and fridges for something to hold you over. luckily there seemed to be a couple eggs left and some pickled vegetables. of course it isn't a full meal, and you'd probably need an emergency snack, but it's something. "i know this isn't exactly the best first breakfast under my control, but i'll make it up to you."

  "thanks osamu, i do remember your cooking being fantastic back when you'd sneak stuff in the middle of the night," you lean against a nearby counter, crossing your arms over your chest as he cracks the eggs into a pan.

  he looks back at you, eyebrows raised, "really? i thought it sucked, i mean half the time it was just fish and some rice with like no seasoning."

  "it was better than what's-his-face's-name's cooking.. i mean that guy really didn't know cuisine like you do," you give him a small smile, remembering that you two would have some fun together when atsumu wasn't there acting like a prick half of the time, "so, you own a restaurant now, right?"

  "yeah, it's being manned by my second in command, i'm pretty proud of it. it's called onigiri miya, if you're ever nearby you should come and check it out," osamu finishes the eggs rather quickly, setting them into a plate and grabbing some of the pickled vegetables out of the jar.

  before you can agree to the slight invitation, atsumu barges into the kitchen, holding his tray in front of him. it still has some food on it and his hair is a little frizzled from having woken up recently. your gaze flickers between him and his twin, hoping that you could possibly sneak out without having to intervene. 

  "'samu!" he looks over at you, instantly repositioning himself some so he doesn't look so awkward, "y/n... right? sorry about the food, my fifteen year olds were really hungry after the terrible sleep. i saw you guys come back here and i had some rice left if you want it."

  you swallow the saliva in your mouth, pursing your lips. not that it doesn't seem like a kind gesture, it's just that you can tell he ate it with a mix of ingredients. "thanks.. but if you ate it with tonjiru, i can't have it," you grab the tray that osamu had put your food on, looking away from atsumu as soon as the tense grows too thick for your liking.

  "oh okay- uh yeah understandable.. okay, hope you enjoy that then," atsumu closes his eyes for a moment, seemingly pondering his life choices and the very awkward situation he has put you all in. 

  "thanks, atsumu," you walk out of the room quicker than you would've ever attempted with food in your hand.

  the tension had grown so thick you could cut it with a knife, and truthfully you didn't want anymore part in whatever conversation the two were going to have. however, osamu wasn’t so lucky in escaping the conversation that atsumu soon subjects him to. 

  "dude, you got to tell me what you guys talked about! did she remember me? it seemed like she didn't, but you guys looked cozy back here," atsumu sets down his tray, immediately bombarding osamu with his questions.

  "first of all, it was a private conversation between two people who used to be friendly at camp. secondly, it was mostly about my cooking and my restaurant. no cozying up or anything, it was a conversation and cooking. why do you care anyways?"

  truth be told, atsumu didn't quite know why he cared, besides the want to apologize. he did always think you were quite nice despite all of his antics. however, he knew that without a doubt, that that’s the only thing he wanted to know. most definitely… for sure.. the only thing.

taglist (open): @lemurzsquad, @froyaoya, @localgaytrainwreck a/n: this chapter feels so incoherent to me so i hope it comes across alright!!

[oonajaeadira]

The Gordy Report

Gordy's been with us a little over a week now and he's really made himself at home (he's at the office with me today and sleeping on my feet).

I had to register for his pet license and was going through his medical file this week. Y'all. I did not like what I found there. Before I delve in, here's the pet tax:

A very good boy.

First of all, the rescue association I got him from messed up some info that had to be resent. They also told us he was 5 and he's actually about to turn 7 (this is not a problem, we love middle-aged and old dogs in this house, but still, misinformation). But the thing I'm the most frustrated with is the fact that he's had some trauma, and while I know some of it, there were some pretty big gaping holes in the information I was given when we took him in.

I won't go too far into it, but his OG owners gave him up to his foster because they were having a baby and couldn't deal with his high-strung nature. Then he was adopted by his former owners. (That's right, we're his 3rd household, 5th if you count both the times he went to a foster.)

What I read in his medical file was a tragedy. His formers had him for less than a year. They dropped his trainer (which he really needed) and took him running 5+ miles a day (which he loved), but also they let him roam off leash on a relative's farm that had animals. Gordy's a herding breed. Without proper training, that is a Bad Idea.

Within a month, he was in the hospital for a foot injury most likely acquired at the farm, that had him limping--a cut on his foot--and then vomiting--most likely infected from animal dung or some other farm junk. (How did he get the cut? They said they didn't know. Which means they either weren't watching him or they DID know and didn't want to say because they should have known better.)

Another month went by and he needed stitches on the cut because the formers didn't take the doctor's advice and went running with him every day, so it tore. Another month went by and they weren't paying enough attention and he chewed those stitches. They took him in for new stitches and something happened at the vet that traumatized him so much they had to sedate him. Upon coming out of sedation, he bit his former on the nose! (Hello, some common sense advice: Don't put your face an animal's face if they're disoriented and in pain!) After that, they took him to the groomer and neglected to tell the groomer about his injury and it got re-opened there. Gordy was too scared and riled to go to the vet so he had to have video vet appointments and the formers were told how to handle it.

Which, of course, involves instructions. Not their strong point apparently.

At this point in, we are 4 months of this dog dealing with a wound on his foot. And then they again don't listen to the doctor and take him out to the farm where he runs off leash and chases a running horse and bites it and then almost bites an 8-year old child. At 5 months, his paw is 90% healed. FIVE MONTHS. FOR WHAT WAS JUST A SIMPLE CUT THAT BECAME A LACERATION.

They then complained that he seemed high-strung and a little snippy with them and got the vet to put him on prozac....before taking him back to the foster a few months later.

Okay. This was all very distressing to read. And I'm angry that the agency didn't detail it. But I'm even angrier at the formers for taking care of him so badly. (There were other things in those records that I could see they weren't keeping up with either.) I mean, I would be cranky too if I spent 5 months with an open wound.

But. His foster is a dog trainer and I can see between looking at the vet reports and the dog that is currently sweetly sleeping at my feet that she has done wonders with him. She actually texts me from time to time to see how he is and gives me good advice to keep his training solid. And I listen, because I can tell she worked hard on him and doesn't want that to go to waste. And since training works to give dogs structure and help them feel secure, I don't want it to lapse either.

He's such a good boy, y'all, and so deserving of love. I'm still in the moony phase where I feel so lucky to have him every time I wake up and see him waiting for me or watch him twitching in his comfy sleep in the sunshine. I'm working on letting go of my anger towards his formers and just letting his past be his past. He's so happy here. And that's all I want for him.

[burrowbaddie]

This was a request for Dad!Joe celebrating his son's birthday. I hope you like it @mrsshiesty

Dad!Joe is the type of dad to go all out for his son every birthday. I'm talking about he wakes up at 5 am to decorate his door. Joe has kept a neat list in his phone of everything his son even glanced at or mentioned. Dad!Joe might have gone overboard and bought him every toy he asked for throughout the year.

"Joe, do we really need to do this. I think-"

"Shhh. You'll wake him. I think it's a good tradition. Plus, he really likes it. With the new baby coming, he's been feeling left out." Joe whispers. You nod your head and pass him the tape. When you announced you were pregnant, Little Joe didn't take it so well. He did not want a sister he would have to share his daddy with. You rub your belly, watching your husband put the final touches on the door. This year, Jojo was really into dinosaurs. He had you and Joe redecorate his room to a dinosaur-themed room, including a Jeep bed with a T-Rex head hanging over it.

"It looks great. Now can we please go to bed? I'm 8 months, my feet hurt, and if I don't get my sleep in, I will be even more cranky."

Joe nods and pulls you to the bedroom. You only get two more hours of sleep before the birthday boy comes running in.

"Happy birthday to me! Jojo is 5 now!" He shouts. Joe sits up, pulling Jojo into the bed. You watch your son bounce on the bed excitedly.

"Dad! Make me the oatmeal with the dino eggs, please!" Jojo screams. Joe scoops him up, and they disappear, leaving you to sleep for a little bit more. You wake up around 10:30 to the boys watching Jurassic Park. You can't even remember the number of times Jojo has made you both watch those movies. You could probably recite the lines. Joe crawls out of the tent to pepper your face with kisses.

"Have you guys just been watching this?"

"Yeah, it's what he wanted. Hurry up and shower; you know we're taking him to the dinosaur exhibit." He reminds you.

"Actually, I need to stay here and get things ready plus, I think this will be good for you guys to talk. Our daughter will be here in 3 weeks, and he still refuses to talk about it." You whisper the last part. Joe agrees and takes Jojo upstairs to shower and get ready. The boys return wearing matching t-shirts and shorts. You kiss your boys and wish them farewell for now. You need to get everything ready for the surprise party.

"Dad. I'm a big kid now. I can sit in the front, right?"

"Not yet, kiddo. You need to get a little bit older." Joe laughs, strapping him into his car seat. Jojo starts playing with his T-rex along the drive. When they arrive, Joe gets stopped by some fans in the parking lot. He takes photos, but when the crowd gets too much, he has to decline. He didn't want to ruin Jojo's day.

"Why are those people taking photos, Dad?"

"I'm famous."

"Why?"

"Because Daddy plays football professionally; remember we talked about it?"

Jojo stares at him.

"But you're just daddy. How can you be famous?"

"Umm, you know the movie we watch? The people on there are acting professionally, so they are also famous." Joe explains. Jojo stares at him again.

"Am I famous?" He asks. Joe chuckles.

"Kinda, but not really."

"I see. Look how big this brachiosaur is!" Jojo shouts, wiggling out of Joe's arms. Joe sets him down and watches his son sprint the outside standee. Joe snaps a few photos and sends them to you. Jojo takes his hand and leads him to the entrance. Joe takes out his card to pay, but the cashier lets' him know it's free.

"I can't do that. It's fine."

"We insist, Joe." The manager says.

"At least let me pay for the family behind me." Joe hands the card over and the manager charges it. Jojo taps his foot waiting for his father to come. Joe finally finishes and takes his hand.

"We should start with the North America dinosaurs, then make our way around," Jojo shouts, holding up the map. Joe does his best to let Jojo take the lead, but people keep stopping them.

"Dad! We're going to miss the show!" Jojo yells.

"I need to get-"

"You need to get us another ring." An older guy says with his buddy nodding.

"I will try my best. Next season we plan to go harder." Joe nervously laughs.

"Dad!" Jojo screams, causing everyone to look. Joe excuses himself and follows Jojo.

"Sorry, the show started and unfortunately once it started we can't let anyone in." The worker apologizes but Jojo's eyes start to water.

"I'm so sorry little man."

"Take me home! I want Mommy!" He cries.

"Look, we still have one more floor to go to."

"I said home!" Jojo runs off, and Joe chases him. He picks Jojo up and takes him to the last floor. Jojo buries his face in Joe's neck and refuses to pay attention. Joe mispronounces the dinosaur names on purpose so that Jojo corrects him every time.

"No that is Diplodocus, dad." Jojo corrects him smiling.

"So smart." Joe kisses his head and lets Jojo down to explore. This time Joe refuses photos and autographs, which most people understand. He is not there at star quarterback Joe Burrow. Today he is only dad. Joe takes Jojo back for the show, but the next show isn't until 3, and they needed to head home for the party.

"It's his birthday today, and it would really mean a lot."

"I understand, but there is nothing I can do."

"Can you ask you, manager, please tell him it's for Joe Burrow." Joe folds his hand, begging. He hated using the I'm Joe Burrow thing, but it was Jojo's birthday, and he wanted to see this show. Joe would do anything to keep him happy. The worker pages the manager.

"Play the show, Helen. Are you insane? Whatever Joe wants!" He replies. Helen laughs and lets Joe and Jojo in. Joe is happy they are alone because he is starting to feel bad turning down kids for photos. Jojo placed his 3D glasses on and sat back, watching the show go on. In the end, he couldn't stop smiling.

"Dad, when I grow up, I want to study dinosaurs! Unless you want me to play football."

"Jojo, you can be anything you want to be. If you want to be a Paleontologist, go for it. Your mom, sister, and I would be proud of you either way." Joe says, picking him up and placing him in the car. Jojo looks down at his new T-Rex plushie and frowns.

"My sister?"

"Yes. You know mommy is pregnant and carrying your little sister in her belly right. I know you've been upset about it but it will be fun to be a big brother."

"You're not a big brother; how would you know?" Jojo rolls his eyes.

"You're right, but I'm a little brother, and having a sibling is the best thing in the world. You remember in the film how the older triceratops protected his little sister?"

"Yes. That's what I will do too. I'll protect sissy!" Jojo smiles.

"You will. And me and Mommy will protect both of you."

"unless one of us is the weaker one, then Mommy will abandon us." Jojo mumbles. Joe laughs. Maybe he shouldn't use dinosaurs to explain family. When they arrive home, Joe takes Jojo to the backyard, where everyone jumps out shouting surprise. The backyard has been transformed into a Jurassic theme. Jojo squeals and jumps with excitement. He runs around, saying hello to everyone and then to the huge dino figure near the pool. Finally, he makes his way to you.

"Mommy, I can't wait for sissy to come! I'll be the best big brother."

"Aww, my baby." You bend down to hug him feeling your little girl kick. Jojo runs around with his cousin and friends, playing. When it's time to open gifts, you shake your head at the amount Joe got Jojo. After cleaning up, and when the guest leaves, you take a much-needed bath. You find your favorite boys in bed waiting for you. Jojo lies in the middle, smiling. You and Joe got pregnant fresh out of college. At 21, you had no idea what the future would hold, but you made the decision to be a stay-at-home mom and support Joe's career. It was the best decision you've ever made. 5 years later, you are still madly in love and expecting child number two. Joe kisses your head and then Jojo's head. Jojo kisses your belly and turns on Jurassic Park 2.

[emeritus-fuckers]

Ok so you guys are like the only ones I trust with this request right now but xd hear me out. Prime Mover Reader dealing with all the celebratory mess from drunk asf Copia after tonight's Grammi win. Like I'm dying to see how you imagine that, WHAT is going on, how is the rest of the Abey celebrating etc etc. Also how does drunk Copia even behave? The public needs to KNOW

Lmao good to know you trust us - Jez

Drunk Copia and the Grammi celebration

I just know Nihil is turning in his grave, knowing he lost one of the leverages he had. He can't taunt Copia for not winning a Grammy/Grammi anymore. Grandaddy of All Rituals™ is not happy about that. In fact, he's so salty, he doesn't celebrate at all.

Sister Imperator gets tipsy for the first time in years because her baby won a Grammi and even if nobody knows she's his momma, she is a fucking proud momma. Let her have it.

The Siblings of Sin are celebrating in the best way they all know - partying. Alcohol, drugs, orgies... All kinds of stuff. It's... A really big mess. You should probably avoid big rooms for a while, at least until it gets cleaned up.

The Ghouls are left to their own devices. Most of them go to Hell for a few hours so they can have a more extreme version of the party. It may or may not include cannibalism.

As for our precious boy Copia and his Prime Mover...

Well, Copia is completely smashed. In his defense, he never partied as much as the previous Papas (especially Secondo), so he never really needed to build up that much alcohol tolerance.

He's a very affectionate drunk, incredibly wholesome, but almost overwhelmingly sensitive. You need to be there and hold his hand or he'll cry. And not just like little sniffles, this man will have a full meltdown if the love of his life is not right next to him.

He's all over you, hugging, kissing your cheeks, nuzzling his face against your shoulder. He doesn't grope or do anything sexual, though. Affectionate, not horny drunk.

If you do have to leave him for some reason and come back a few minutes later, he's so wasted he doesn't even recognize you and falls in love again?

You better learn Italian because he forgets English completely.

Actually, don't bother learning Italian. He most likely says random gibberish that won't make sense.

He has a long ass conversation with himself about different kinds of meatballs.

He's arguing with himself about what his favorite food is???And it gets??? So heated???

Like, if he could, he would absolutely get into a fistfight with himself all while still clinging to you. It truly is an incredible sight.

If you're not there when he got drunk, however, he would be on his phone and trying to contact you.

The type of guy to tell you you're the best girlfriend he ever had and then go "Wow, that's amazing, I'm so lucky!" when you remind him you're married.

Kinda married? As close to getting married as you can get, I guess.

If he's drunk when you arrive, he'll literally say he's falling in love. And ask if you're single. He will cry if you tell him you're not.

"Copia, sweetie, I'm not single, I'm your Prime Mover. I'm with you. We're together."

He will cry when he hears that and there's a 50/50 chance for the reason.

It can be either tears of joy because someone so beautiful is with him?? HIM?? Of all people??

Or it can be tears of utter despair because his mind is too fucking focused on the "I'm not single" bit to understand anything else.

You should probably keep him away from mirrors while he's drunk. He gets unreasonably jumpy around them?

Like, bro almost got a heart attack when you were taking him to the bedroom and he looked to the side only to see himself?

Nobody knows why he got so scared of himself??

Please tuck him in, he needs it.

He's like a cranky toddler who refuses to sleep.

It's a hilarious cycle of you trying to get him to sleep, him leaving the bed and trying to get back to the party only to end up panicking in front of a mirror again.

The first couple of times a few more sober Siblings of Sin try to take him back to his room or go get you.

They need to get you, there's no chance he's following anyone else.

It will take a few hours to finally get him to sleep because he's gonna be a mess. He gets so emotional it's weird.

You have to cuddle him until he's in deep sleep if you want to leave the bed without the risk of him waking up and either running away again or crying for you.

You find out later that the only reason he was running away was because you'd leave the room and the party was the last place his drunk mind remembered you being.

Drunk Copia is endearing. A bit tiring to deal with, but endearing.

[luvvixu]

dazai x reader (she/her)

🏠🧵home sweet home pt. 3

series

genre: fluff, domestic au

synopsis: just another day at dazai's household. but the difference is, your daughter is preparing to go with you in your work because you are finally back on track after giving birth to you and dazai's little princess.

warning: none

word count: 2.4k

a/n: yey, another update about this series hehehehe. ive been very busy preparing for the new school year and i suddenly got inspired writing this by dreaming of having a child of my own :(

song: daisy. by wave to earth

a few months later after emi was born, your life had changed drastically because you had to keep up with baby schedules. but you're not complaining tho, you love this life.

you have a silly yet caring husband and a very adorable little bean beside you. they are the puzzle that completes you and this is the life you have been waiting for after all these years.

as of the moment, you are preparing the necessities like diapers, baby formula, clothes, towels, toys, and other stuff for your cute baby emi. you are happily humming your favorite song when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist.

it was your sleepy husband, dazai osamu.

"good morning, my little insomnia." you greeted him with a smile as dazai just replied with a yawn and nuzzles deeper in your neck, planning to go back to sleep.

"yah! don't fall asleep there!" you gently nudge him. and after a lot of small hits, your husband emits a groan before detaching from you.

"you're up so early. what are you doing?" his husky voice vibrates down your spine. so deep and so hot that it felt like your knees were about to kneel.

"i'm preparing all the things emi need." you simply replied.

"for what?" he asked, and you stared at him weirdly. looks like his soul was still sleeping, with his eyes trying to lift his heavy eyelids down to consecutive numbers of yawns. it looked so funny and adorable at the same time.

"we were bringing emi to our workplace, remember?" you reminded him and something in his eyes tells that he finally remembered.

your husband let out an 'o' in realization. "oh right, right…and you're running an errand with the president?" he pulled you harder on his embrace, showing his upcoming concern.

"yup," your first mission was to accompany fukuzawa on a meeting with the police officials of yokohama to hear the current issues and give possible mend to them.

"will you be alright?" being the worrisome husband he is, he is concerned for you. dazai temporarily releases himself from you.

you turned your gaze to him as he was there, leaning on the kitchen counter while crossing his arms. "darling, i've been on maternity leave for like almost a year now. not to mention, emi is now eight months old and can barely walk. besides, i've been dying to go back to work." you patted his cheek playfully.

"on the contrary, i should be the one asking you that, will you be alright? emi is becoming quite a handful now. she's really cranky over the little things she doesn't like. i think you spoiled her too much." you added.

"hey, it's not my fault that emi is so irresistible." dazai defends himself while he raises his arms in defeat.

a chuckle escapes from your lips as you give him a peck. "i know, and i'm not even blaming you." his lips are a bit dry because he just woke up and probably didn't brush his teeth, yet. "now move, i'm going to cook us some breakfast." you shove him away but dazai cage you in his arms again.

"osamu, let me go! i need to cook." you wriggle but still fail due to his grip is heavenly strong.

"kiss me more." dazai puckered his lips and you granted him with your kisses.

"again." chu…one kiss.

"again." chu…two kisses.

"again—"

"haha, nope. that's enough. i really need to cook." you block his face with your palm as you let out a giggle. you could even feel his lips and tongue teasing your palm.

you immediately moved your hand away as it was becoming ticklish. dazai was pouting at you, a smile broke upon your lips and decided to ruffle his messy bed hair.

"go and wake up emi instead. it's now seven o'clock in the morning and she needs to follow her schedule." you said.

"but kisses…." he mumbles like a child who lost his balloon.

"i'll give you as many as you want later." you rolled your eyes playfully and shooed him to wake up his daughter. dazai let out a little cheer before happily skipping his way towards the nursery.

you just chuckle at your husband's silly action before deciding to officially start the day with cooking breakfast.

meanwhile, dazai enters the nursery quietly with a big smile on his lips. waking his daughter up was his favorite thing everyday. he got to see the adorable yawn and the way emi would cuddle her little head on his shoulder if enough to make his day complete.

dazai approaches the crib silently, and there he sees his little princess still sleeping peacefully. a burst of happiness engulfed his whole chest, emi is so adorable.

and as much as he doesn't want to wake her up because emi looked so peaceful while sleeping, he has to follow her schedule. leaning on the crib, he gently rubs her head and belly to wake her up.

"emi-chan~ wake up, my little princess." dazai called softly. he watches emi slowly stretching up her limbs along with a cute yawn.

his smile widens when emi opens her eyes and looks at him. "good morning, emi! did you have a good sleep?" as a response, emi just looked at him with wide eyes and tilted her head slightly.

"i'll take that as a yes." dazai giggles like a child before picking up his daughter gently into his arms. emi immediately planted her little head on dazai's shoulder, just like every time he would pick her up.

dazai kisses her chubby cheeks. "let's go and meet mama, hmm?" emi just rubbed her eyes at him, dazai smiled once more and grabbed her hands. with that, he started to head downstairs with emi in his arms.

"mama! we are here~" dazai jogged his way towards you with emi giggling in his arms, laughing how she goes up and down while her father is running.

you arch your neck to their direction with a smile as you are busy flipping the eggs. "there's my little princess~" you cooed. dazai knows his job and just stays a bit far away from you so that emi wouldn't get splashed by the hot oil and damage her silky smooth skin.

"i already made her baby formula. it's on the kitchen counter." you pointed the baby bottle in front of him. your husband grabs it before proceeding to the couch to feed her.

"who's hungry? who's hungry?" dazai playfully bounces her as emi's eyes sparkles at the sight of her baby bottle. she also tries to grab it with her adorable arms hanging in the air.

"it's emi!" he let emi suck the bottle with a smile on his face. he loves watching his daughter silently drinking her milk while playing with his hands.

his eyes soften to its extent, only you and emi are able to make him do that. the way his furrowed expression would go loose at the sight of his family is something that could be seen as wholesome.

a sudden weight shifts beside him. looking, he saw you, his wife smiling dearly at them. your heart is pumping happiness against your chest, dazai is a great dad despite his traumatic backstory.

"now i know, i don't have to worry for you and emi." you said.

"what's that even supposed to mean?" dazai lifted up his head with a laugh as he looked at you.

"nothing." you sing-sang, standing up once more to bring his coffee.

"anyway, you should go and get yourself ready for work…or do you want to bathe emi first?!" you yelled at the kitchen.

"of course i'll go with the second option!" dazai replies.

"alright, i gotta prepare her clothes then!"

seconds later, you came back with a coffee and egg toast in your hand. "at least take this coffee first before you need to have some breakfast." you placed his food on the coffee table.

your husband gently passes you your little girl so that he could eat his breakfast. when emi was finally in your arms, you showered her with a lot of kisses and giggles. dazai smiled at you two, his morning was complete just by the sight of his family.

"wah~ emi's getting adorable each day!" you said through your kisses. emi was laughing about the ticklish sensation your lips brings on her cheeks. those totally adorable laughs ascended the both of you through the bliss of life.

"are you excited for your first trip at the agency?" you asked your daughter, only to receive an undistinguished babble as her response.

"me too! i can't wait to show emi around. oh, and papa will take care of you for a meantime at the agency. mama and grandpa yukichi have some errands to do." you continued to sweet baby talk, and emi was just looking at you innocently all the time as you talk.

"where was the place you're going, again?" your husband asked.

"i'm not sure. the president did not provide me with any information. i think the agenda is still in process, but my hunch is it's just somewhere near here in yokohama." as you are talking, emi was trying to put her hand on your mouth like a little mischief she is. she would giggle every time you would playfully bite her hand.

"nevertheless, you don't have to be worried, 'samu. i've got fukuzawa-san beside me." you continued, intentionally giving him some comfort against his worried denouement.

dazai finished his breakfast and now he's excited to finally get ready with his baby. "let's get you ready, my little belladonna!" he raises emi up and pampers her with kisses.

"i already prepared her bath. her clothes are also on our bed." you reminded him before going to the kitchen and cleaning the dirty dishes.

"careful, emi. i don't want any water to go inside your ears." dazai hums softly as he bathes his daughter who is busy playing with bubbles.

"don't try to eat the bubbles, okay? soap doesn't taste as good as milk." he joked. emi just looked at him innocently before she was about to put her handful of bubbles into her mouth.

"ah! ah! what did i say? no eating soap bubbles!"

"what's going on here?" you peak your head at the bathroom door just to see your husband and daughter both looking at you. you are fully dressed and ready to go to work. now, it might be a wonder how come that you are the one to finish first when it was your babies who got in the bathroom first.

simple, motherhood. you learned how to act fast according to the time on your schedule and that makes you even more cautious of time since you have a little child and your husband is not always at home due to his work. sometimes, you reminisce about some things like how fast you were to eat, shower, and do the household chores while emi was sleeping (your baby is a light sleeper, sadly).

"what's with that look?" you giggled at his childish expression, a look that looked like he just got his lollipop stolen.

"emi was eating the bubbles!" dazai pouted like a toddler.

your laugh slows down. "you know her, everything looks like food to her. a-are you sure you don't want my help?"

"our little princess might be stubborn just like her mama and papa, but i'm more stubborn than her." dazai gave you a thumbs up.

"alright, just call me if you change your mind. i'll be taking a shower for now." you skipped your ways towards the other bathroom to get yourself ready for your first job after maternity leave.

within a few minutes, emi was finally done and fully dressed. she was napping peacefully in her mother's cage as they were waiting for dazai to finish preparing himself.

time check, it's now nine o'clock and only half an hour left before they go to work. right now, you are busy scrolling from your phone while emi is drinking your milk. a notification popped in your phone, a message from fukuzawa.

<I apologize for the late notice but I'm afraid we might finish the meeting late. They add another agenda by patrolling on the vicinities with high crime rate here in Yokohama.

<Good morning, y/n.

there's something in his typings that makes you laugh. you try not to voice it out loud in front of him, but he's a boomer in terms of digitized chatting. also, was it greeting a good morning should come first? damn, what an old man.

<oh it's alright, president! i'll just inform my husband about this so they could go home early.

<Oh right… Little Emi is going here today, am I right?

<yes. osamu and i have decided to bring her with us since i'm coming back to work and we're still unable to find a very trustworthy nanny.

<will that be alright? you know, bring our daughter while working.

<Of course. I'm sure the people here wouldn't mind having a little company. By that means, they would be extremely happy to see your baby and this place would be very lively.

<Although, I am quite worried that this may attract some thugs and plan an ambush.

<it's better for her to go there since not only osamu was there, but also the whole ada themselves.

<You got a point.

<anyway, i am going to drop this conversation for now. my husband just finished taking a shower, we might be there in the next 20 minutes.

<Very well. I'll see you later. Be careful on your way here.

<will do. thanks dad!

<🙂👍

it was no surprise that fukuzawa was fond of those old emojis. it was also no surprise that he lets you call him dad. i mean, he was technically your dad after all.

when you were younger, he took care of you after his former colleagues–who were your parents, unfortunately got killed. you were there when he formed the armed detective agency. especially, you were there when the current members got recruited.

"shall we head out now?" a voice calls for your attention. looking up from your phone, you saw your husband smiling at you, wearing his signature beige trench coat that is so hard to wash since it's too heavy when it gets wet.

"took you long enough, emi is now asleep."

"figured."

with that, he helps you situated in the car. he made sure that all of emi's necessities are complete. he made sure that emi was comfortable in her mini bed and was safe and secured. and of course, he made sure that you're also comfortable, safe, and secured.

"buckle up, baby. our little emi's going to have a lot of fun today."

©luvvixu2023

[consolecadet]

big complaining. please do not give me advice on any of this unless 1) we already talk AND 2) you get my consent first

Virtually everything for me right now is in some state of "it is terrible rn but I just need to hold on for a few more weeks/months" and it just. I don't have a lot of grip strength with which to hold on rn.

My tennis elbow hurts more since I started OT, or perhaps I am just more aware of it. Either way it's really bothering me and making me sad

I recently developed eczema or something like that, because of course I did, and the second I stopped steroid cream it came back just as itchy and weepy, despite aggressive moisturizing. I cannot see a dermatologist until November but I have vague hope in the form of a different steroid cream I may try in one week

The three-day low-residue diet my dietician had me try backfired horribly after I stopped it and now I'm even more scared to eat, like, beans and/or onions

I have been having trouble accessing medical supplies that I can technically get by without but really shouldn't. Dealing with it requires making tons of phone calls and/or driving to a bunch of different pharmacies, something I have no time or energy to do rn

I'm in a BMW situation and cannot resume trying to sell it until it is resolved, though it's not a big deal because I am borrowing my sister's car and will buy it from her once I have sold the BMW

Reviewing KC's edits to Latent Defects is tiring and emotionally challenging (though I'm way less upset and dramatic about it than I thought it would be)

I keep spiraling about things like the election, genocide, and the climate

Covid cases have once again risen in my area and I am nervous about that because I've socialized a lot IRL recently and don't know if I was careful enough

I agreed to do an art project with a friend that I think will be really cool, but am worried will hurt my forearm too much and/or cause extra stress which I have little capacity for rn

I am having trouble keeping in touch with friends bc the first thing to go when I get stressed is The Ability to Message People. I also have a newish local friend who messages me a lot more than I am used to and I'm worried I'm making him feel sad and uncared for bc I am so slow to respond and don't message him first very often

KC's summer break is about to end, which means I am about to start having to get up earlier, which realistically means I am going to lose a lot of sleep while I once again struggle to adjust. Also means I'm gonna spend a lot more time driving again

The project I am managing is a MESS, we pushed the launch back, and I feel like it's my fault for 1) not knowing how to manage a project, 2) not asking for nearly enough help, and 3) being kind of mentally absent due to being itchy, in pain, and very cranky for basically the whole project. Though tbf multiple of my coworkers have been sick for chunks of it and also not able to pitch in as much as we expected. Also once we launch, then I have to help manage an online community, which, yikes

I would like a raise to offset the gigantic medical bills I seem to get stuck with every year, but I also fucked up something else at work recently, the one account I managed fired us, and worse yet I absolutely know that the company I work for is barely scraping by and cannot afford to give me a raise regardless of whether my boss wants to. I should probably look for another job but 1) I like these people 2) I have no energy or time rn and 3) much fewer companies are fully remote these days and I cannot physically handle commuting and working in an office

yeah