#all was right with the world. then my partner was all 'i'm sleepy' so they went to bed at 9pm sharp because they always stay up until 2-4am

[zafiro-anyejo]

Where's that gif of Skylar White just screaming "SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!" at her family member because that's... such a mood rn...

[koling2345]

Haunted

Simon Riley X Fem! Reader

Tw: angst(?), smut, unprotected sex, body descriptions(especially Simon's body🫠), threats mentioned, break up.

Summary: Meeting with your ex after a sudden break-up, what could go wrong?

Wc: 5.4k

A/n:Sorry that this took so long😭 Uni and work are biting my ass recently. Again, sorry for mistakes, it's late, and I'm sleepy but wanted to post. Hope y'all like it.

Simon was a man who always seemed to be grieving, so serious, too stoic, he hardly spoke. But that changed with you, he was gentle, soft, loving, that was just you, just you.

You certainly made a change in his life, in such a good way that Simon wondered if he really deserved someone like you.

But that's Simon Riley's life, where everything he cared about died or left him.

Where nothing he wanted turned out right.And his relationship with you was perfect, you were someone who understood him so well, for some reason you always managed to calm him down when he was in the worst of moods. You were definitely for him.

Everything changed after a mission, it was supposed to be just another terrorist group that he had to stop, but it was different this time. At the time of the mission, everything went smoothly, according to the plan Price had drawn up, almost without a flaw.

The problems began to appear as soon as they got back to base, and after the mission was completed, the team members began to receive threats. Several at once, with no specific address or format.It could be a cell phone message, a piece of paper with something strange written on it, a call that as soon as you answered the phone went silent, just a breath on the other end. Any kind of thing.

Given the kind of job Simon had, this was a fairly normal occurrence, he had enemies left and right, he probably had more enemies than friends at that point. Most of the time these threats were nothing more than bluffs by someone who had been upset by the death of a criminal, friend or family member.

But as every rule has its exception, this time the threats weren't empty.One day at the base, Johnny arrived distressed, saying that his sister had received a threat to her life, and it hadn't been over the phone. The poor girl woke up to a rock being thrown through her window, almost hitting her.

No one knew how they had found Johnny's family, how they had managed to find his confidential information, but they had, and now it wasn't just the boys who were in some kind of danger.

And the situation got worse as the days went by, the next event was with Price, and Gaz soon followed. In the same way, it affected people close to them.Simon was the only one who came out of all this 'unscathed', because before they could find the only important person in his life, you, he made sure to send you as far away from his life as possible.

No matter how painful it was.As much as he hated the decision, there was no way he could go back on it, because that would be putting your safety at risk.

And he certainly couldn't take any chances, he'd seen Johnny's family threatened to be killed, Price's children almost kidnapped, and Kyle's partner stalked. This didn't happen without reason, or by pure coincidence. Simon had been in this line of work for a long time, long enough to know that this was revenge, and there was a good chance that the enemies would only stop when they managed to hurt someone. And he wouldn't risk your life for the world. Not ever.

So it was easier to get away from you, to end the relationship in the most stupid way possible, to make you angry with him, and it was easier to get away from him.Because he knew that if for some reason he told you the real reason for that reaction, there was no way you would agree to break up with him. No way.

In the worst-case scenario, he knew what had to be done, and he did it.He's felt like shit ever since, just remembering the way you started crying and sobbing when he told you he wanted to break up with you was enough to put a lump in his throat.It had been three weeks since he'd done that to you, and even then the feeling didn't go away, if anything, it got worse.

These last few days he'd been drinking more than usual, smoking as many cigarettes a day as Price. It wouldn't be surprising if he had black lung before he was fifty.It was something that eased some of the anguish he was carrying, even if only for a moment.

So today was another Saturday, a day off he'd gotten after working all week, and just like last week, he found himself in the same place, the pub he always came to.He'd already lost count of how many shots he'd had, at which point the bourbon didn't even burn as it went down his throat. Maybe he was a bit tipsy, but not drunk, Simon had a high resistance to such things.

But even the amount of cigarettes and booze he'd consumed that night wasn't enough to inhibit his vision of the silhouette that appeared in the corner of his eye.In any case, at first he thought they had put something strange in his drink, perhaps causing some delirium.But no, it was you, in person.

You looked so beautiful, like a vision of paradise. If he was being honest, seeing you showing off all those curves in a tight dress was enough to make his mind go to dirty places.

Despite this, you didn't seem to see him, too excited about your friends to pay attention to what was around you. Not that he cared, since a small part of him was grateful that you hadn't noticed him, he didn't know if he could bear to see your sad eyes one more time.

So he took on the role of silent observer, standing in the corner as he watched your movements. And, it was eerie, unsubtle, but it was the only way he could see you up close after so long.Simon knew it might be better to leave, because the more time he spent in your presence, the more he wanted to go up to you and grab you, but he controlled himself.

Well, he didn't know until when.

A long time passed, and you still didn't notice him there, until one of your friends whispered something to you, causing you to look at Simon almost immediately. He was without that skull mask that he only wore for work, outside the field the piece of cloth was locked in a drawer.

His eyes were fixed on you, he didn't even bother to disguise it. And you felt like you could map his face just by looking at him, the small scruff of hair growing on his face, the scars he had here and there. One of these was large, running from his cheek to his mouth.But that's what made him unique, the Simon you knew and loved like crazy.

When he broke up with you, it was all so fast, you couldn't understand it. For days you wondered if it was something you had done, because Simon was certainly an enigmatic man, but you knew he would tell you if you had done anything wrong.

The relationship ended with gaps, gaps that you desperately wanted to understand.Simon knew how to avoid you, and he did so over the last few weeks, you went to his apartment several times, you texted him, it was humiliating, but you wanted to understand why he made that decision.

But after a few weeks with no results, you gave up, and now you're here facing him again.Not that you're much of a believer in such things, but you'd like to think that this meeting wasn't in vain, not a coincidence of fate. Maybe this was your last chance to get along with him, and you were going to make it count.

Well, not in the cleanest way in the world, not least because you doubted very much that Simon would talk to you out of sheer will. But that's what friends are for, isn't it? Surely they could help you get the lieutenant's attention.

With that in mind, you and your friend put on a little show, pretending that he'd knocked you down and that you'd hurt your foot in the process. Not that it was difficult, given the heels you were wearing.

After faking the little fall, you saw Simon's expression change for a few seconds, and you knew for sure that he had fallen for your trick. The moment you fell, he almost got up from the stool he was sitting on, almost going to rescue you from the fall.Almost.

And you even said out loud that you were going to the restroom to check, denying your friends' help and pretending to be tough, something Simon hated. Little by little, he fell for your little story.

Maybe you were just a good actress, or Simon was too concerned about everything that involved you. Go on, probably both.

You made your way limply to the restroom, doing your best to pretend you were in pain, as if it were the worst pain you were feeling at the moment. You stayed in the restroom for a good few minutes, hoping and praying that he would come after you.

As you leaned on a stall in the restroom, you didn't hear the door opening, because you were fixated on looking at your cell phone, waiting for a message from him.To your surprise, you only felt strong arms pulling you into the stall, locking you and the person inside.

You were about to scream because you thought it was a stranger, but as soon as you saw those brown eyes you loved so much, all that appeared on your face was a smile.

“You scared me...” You whispered, your voice without any bite or malicious tone, probably all that was in your tone was affection.

He scoffed, looking you up and down, “Apparently your foot is better now.”

You bit your lip, trying to contain the mischievous smile that threatened to appear on your lips.

Even though he treated you like an asshole, you could still feel his love for you in his gaze.

And, oh God, seeing you smile like that made his heart beat faster.When you moved, he looked down and saw that you were back in your high heels, making him frown.

It wasn't long before he put two and two together.

“Little minx.” He mutters, narrowing his eyes at you.

“I think it's sore...” You say, trying to keep up the act that your foot really was hurt. Did you really think you could make a fool of him?

By this point Simon should be used to your antics, or maybe he was playing dumb as an excuse to see you. In any case, he knelt down in front of you, picked up your foot and examined it.

His calloused hands gave you goose bumps, and it didn't get any better when he gently removed your shoe to get a better look at your heel.

And to confirm his suspicion, there was no swelling, it was just you pretending to be hurt.He wrinkled his eyebrows, looking at you, and just when you thought he was going to complain to you, the softest of smiles appeared on his lips, along with a shake of his head.

“Bloody pest...” He said under his breath, his tone betraying the lightness his voice carried, without any bite.

“Ah...Well...I guess I was wrong...” You say back, your voice as weak as that of a child who's just been caught up in something stupid.

Silence fell around you both, the only sound being your breathing in that cramped space.

“Are you all right?” You ask softly, looking at him with nothing but tenderness.It was hard to keep your composure when he was this close, making you sure you were far from getting over him.

And he wasn't too different from you, since it was hard not to remember everything he'd been through with you, all the sweet memories you'd both built up.

“Going.” He murmurs, letting instinct take him as he gently tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear, taking a moment to look at you.

To really look at you.

“I wanted to talk to you...” You begin, seeing his expression change to a stoic one as soon as you've uttered the phrase.

You knew it wouldn't be easy to have this conversation with him. Simon knew how to hide his feelings very well when he wanted to.

“We've talked before... There's no need for that now.” His voice was now more serious, harsh.

“No. You talked! I didn't have a chance to respond!” You protested, gripping his arms tightly, as if you could hold that man down if you wanted to.

He grunted, narrowing his eyes at you as he took a deep breath. He wasn't ready to see you sad again, he couldn't take it this time.Simon was definitely a softie when he was with you.

You had him wrapped around your finger.

"Did I... did I do something?” You asked, your voice shaking from the nervousness you were beginning to feel.

He denied it with his head, not elaborating much on his answer.

“What was it then? Was it something that happened? Or... Or is there someone else?” You ask once again, your voice low and small in the face of the possibilities.

What if he had someone else? What if he broke up with you because of this other person?

Simon almost laughed at the absurdity of your question, he couldn't even think of anyone else, after you, there was no one else. No one.

“Nothing like that.” He retorted, looking at you with a certain estrangement. It wasn't possible that you were thinking so lowly of him.Not that he'd given you the best impression in the world recently.

You even asked him other questions, which honestly fell on deaf ears, as he could only watch the way your lips moved, your gloss gleaming in the dim light of the restroom. You were just as perfect as he remembered, if not more so.

No one was ironclad, and he was no different, so he silenced your chatter by bringing his face close to yours, his nose touching yours, his forehead to yours.

“I... Can you kiss me?” You whisper, giving him the best pleading eyes you can manage.

And fuck, looking at your sly little face, your pouty lips, he can't say no.

He couldn't deny you in a million years.Hearing you say please, in such a sweet voice, was enough to get his blood pumping.

When you felt his lips on yours, it was like a little taste of heaven. As soon as his lips moved against yours, it was as if a lever had turned on the two of you, and something gentle and innocent turned into a hot, languid kiss.His hands soon found their way to your hips, pulling you to him as he deepened the kiss even more.

His tongue almost invaded your mouth, roughly exploring every corner inside your mouth. You knew Simon, when he wanted it, he got it. Just as he could be the kindest man in the world to you, he could also be the devil on earth if he wanted to.

When his lips parted from yours, almost painfully, Simon felt a warmth run through his body as he looked at you.

Lips swollen from the kiss, face reddened, your mouth hanging open as you looked on with the slyest eyes you could muster.

Simon knew full well that he should leave, his mind screaming one thing and his heart another, it would be better if he cut off all contact, but he couldn't force himself to do it.

So since he was going to stay, he decided to make a decision. He turned you around, making your back face him.He pushed you against the door, gluing his body to yours, leaving no space between you.

It was better if he didn't see your face while he was taking you, because if he did, he wouldn't be so sure not to take you home.

Of not picking you up and hugging you while the two of you snuggled in his bed, under his covers. In his house. If he really saw your expressions at that moment, all the strength he had would go down the drain.

You felt your body shiver when he started kissing your neck, his warm breath hitting your sensitive skin.

The feel of his tongue on your skin, the way he nibbled and licked your neck, everything he did was enough to make your knees buckle.

“You smell so good...” He purrs, pressing his nose into the crease of your neck, taking a deep inhale.

“Fucking good...” He adds, his voice gradually getting huskier, making your body hair rise at the sensation of the vibration of his voice on your skin.

He simply loved your smell, it was something uniquely yours, he couldn't find it anywhere else. It made him feel at home, feel alive. It drove him crazy.

By now he was hard, feeling his cock throbbing inside his pants, almost begging Simon to get him out of the confines of his clothes.

And well, he was sure you were already wet by then, he could feel your wet panties brushing against him, not that that little dress did much to hide you, especially when you were leaning over like that.

“Did you miss me?” he asked in a purr, making you roll your eyes at his husky voice in your ear.

" A lot... A lot...” You murmured breathlessly, not caring that you looked like a bitch in heat for him.You heard him chuckle behind you, one of his hands going down to your mound, cupping it in his hand.His other hand went to your breast, feeling your hard nipple against the thin fabric of your dress.

“Lower your dress for me, sweet thing...” He murmured, tugging at the straps of your dress, encouraging you to expose yourself to him.

And you did, pulling your dress down to your waist, then letting it fall to your heels.Behind you, he took a deep breath and stepped back, looking at your naked body, covered only by your panties.

No bra, the sight that made him growl, literally. His hands were quick to go to your breasts, taking them in his hands, squeezing and playing with your nipples.

“Nice tits, eh? You wanted to show off for me? Walking around without a bra like that?” He asked, giving your breasts a firm squeeze that made you moan, feeling pain and pleasure at the same time, just the right amount.

“For you... Just for you...” You said under your breath, your hands hovering over his.

Before you could think of anything to say, he leaned into you, holding you tightly and preventing any way you could come up with to get away from him, not that you were even thinking of doing that.

“Pretty little thing...” He grunted, pressing his erection into the middle of your ass, rubbing against you hard, as if he were some animal in heat, out of control, feral. He kissed your jaw, open-mouthed, his breath on your face, his face so close to yours.

You could already feel your mind fogging up, unable to form anything coherent.

He was so focused on it, he didn't even see that you were wetting his jeans, soaking wet, already making a mess of his pants.

“Fucking hell....” He almost hissed behind you, before you could protest he lowered two fingers to your wet surface, teasing you.In a matter of seconds you had two thick fingers hovering over your entrance.

Simon was such a bastard that he knew what you wanted, so he began to tease you slowly, just putting his fingertips into your entrance, only to withdraw them later.

“Si-” you whimper, turning your head a little to look at him in a sly way.And well done, those little eyes sent a wave of warmth straight to his cock.

With your little moan you managed to get him to start massaging your clit in circles, your pussy getting even wetter.

The next thing you felt were his lips trailing down your back, leaving hot, wet kisses, completely sloppy. His hot, uneven breathing on your skin was enough to make your pussy clench into nothing, you wouldn't doubt that you could cum for him for so little.

“You're so beautiful....So beautiful...” He whispered, leaving a trail of hot kisses all over your back, going down and down, leaving a trail of goosebumps everywhere his lips touched.

He was aching, hard as a rock, but he was damned if he wasn't going to taste you before he did anything else.

From kiss to kiss he made his way to your pussy, kneeling behind you as he stared at your glistening hole.

Your legs trembled as he gave your cunt a lingering kiss, the direct contact of his lips with your bottom lips was enough to make your knees shake.The feeling increased even more when he put his tongue on your clit, caressing the sensitive little bud with his wet muscle.

You arched your hips, whimpering as he began to eat you out, in a way that only he knew how to do, not least because he knew every one of your weak points. He was too observant for that.

He took this as an incentive to continue, he began to lap you up like an animal, an animal that hadn't been dined for months.His hands spread your ass cheeks, opening you up in an obscene way, not that you minded. You were in heaven with his every lick, your cunt clenching around his tongue, your mind going a mile a minute as he pleasured you.

With every stroke he grunted behind you, the sounds coming from the back of his throat vibrating in your folds every time he produced them.Simon was a messy eater, your juices glistening on his chin as he fucked you, he kissed, sucked, licked, his mouth worked untold wonders on you.

He knew well enough when you were close, your tight pussy clenching and you whimpering even more, the sweet little moans that were better than anything he'd ever heard.

When you arched your hips once more, his nose going even deeper into your folds, his tongue darting in and out of your cunt, fucking you deliciously.

“Mh-T-Too close.” You stutter, feeling your legs begin to tremble at the sensation of your approaching orgasm.

“Cum.” He murmurs against your flesh, giving your pussy a long lick, only to start lapping at it again.And you obeyed like a puppy, squirting your juices into his mouth without any shame.

And he, even more shamelessly, swallowed it all, without spilling a drop. He literally licked you clean, keeping you nice and open to lick up everything you had to offer.His slurping sounds echoed in your ears, making you wet once again, as if you were a fucking well full of water, always leaking.

“Nice and clean.” Simon murmured, leaning back a little to see the work he'd done, his lips were all wet with your juices, but for him it was a more than delicious sensation.

Well, yeah, you were clean, just for him to get you dirty one more time. His to mess up.

Behind you, the sound of him undoing his pants echoed in the bathroom, making you shiver in anticipation. In fact, you hadn't even been able to stop your legs from shaking after your orgasm.

The soft 'thump' of his belt made you turn your body back a little, watching him undress.He smiled in a cheeky way, not at all ashamed to show off his big, muscular body.

The bastard was cocky enough to know that he had you salivating.And it was no lie.You got all hot and bothered when his jeans fell down, along with his boxers. It was quite a sight. His defined, muscular thighs, and they were so fucking thick.

Not to mention the sign of his cock, all hard and aroused, already leaking pre-cum. It had a pink tip, it was big, large and veiny. Sometimes you wondered how you could handle it.Simon was a big man in every way.

“Don't make me wait...” You whispered, feeling your cunt tighten just looking at him.

If it were any other man, you'd be disgusted at the sight of a full bush, but with Simon you'd get so wet, just remembering the friction you felt when he rubbed against you.

“Don't worry your pretty little head.” He said, patting your pussy, turning you forward once more.Behind you, you could feel the movements of his hand, the strokes he gave his own member, slowly and lazily, all he wanted to do was sink into you.

After a few strokes, he placed the tip of his cock at your entrance, rubbing against you. His pre-cum mixed with your fluids, making a delicious mess that he loved so much.

“Gonna put in, yeah?” he said softly, wrapping an arm around you, his hand gripping your throat and forcing you backwards.His hand was so big it could cover your entire throat, his fingers lifting your chin and forcing your gaze to his, making you even wetter somehow.

His other hand held his hard length in his hands, gently but surely guiding it into you, the tip of it entering you and stretching you, the delicious stretching you did to accommodate him.He pushed in as far as he could, as deep as he could until he was buried deep inside you.

Once he was all the way inside you, he stopped, giving you time to get used to his size as he always did.But today, you don't know what the hell came over you, you couldn't wait, your body and mind begging and pleading for him to move.

“Si....Please?Please...” You beg like a slut with no self-respect, acting exactly like one.

Fuck. To hell with everything.

When he heard you begging so nicely like that, how could he be capable of saying no?His answer was a sharp thrust, drawing out the sweetest of moans, making your eyes roll into the back of your head as he hit all your sweet spots at once.

“Tight as fuck, never changes.” He growls, using the hand that was previously holding his cock to curl around your hips.

Soon you had his fingers on your clit, making small circles, just the right size for you to see stars every time he thrust and massaged you all at once.Your already jumbled mind couldn't think of anything else, all you knew was that your pussy was being deliciously filled, in a way that only he knew how to do. No one else.

Your mouth was hanging open, letting out the most filthy moans, your arms holding on to the wall of the stall, trying to keep yourself upright as he pounded into you, hard.His balls slamming into you was such a dirty, impure sound.

You didn't even want to think what anyone would think if they heard what was happening in that stall.His cock slipped in and out of you, several times Simon took his entire length out of you, just to shove it in all at once. To have the opportunity to see your pussy swallow his cock in one go.

“You're going to get my cock wet, yeah? Are you going to be a good girl and do that?” He asks in your ear, rubbing his nose against your ear.

You tightened around him, letting out another whimper. He gave you a little grin, pulling your hair with his hand, and as soon as he was face to face with you, he kissed you hard.It was a hot kiss, with everything involved, Simon was a completely different man when he was aroused, and he showed it very well.

With the searing kiss, you felt the familiar excitement building in the pit of your stomach. Simon didn't feel much different, at least not with the sensation of your walls nestling him, keeping him comfortable and warm.

It wouldn't take him long to fill you, but you came first.Then his hand slid down to your clit, not leaving you quiet for a second, massaging hard on your swollen bud, making you go to heaven and hell at the same time.

Your gasps were swallowed up by his mouth, his tongue invading your mouth as he slammed into you. His rhythm was brutal, he moved back and forth with no mercy for you, the sloppy thrusts leaving you without a ground.

His fingers on your clit, the hot fucking kisses he was giving you right now, the way he was fucking you, all of it was leading you down one path. And you couldn't help it, there you were, cumming for him once again.You creamed on his cock, wetting his length as you moaned his name like a prayer.

“Good girl.” He purred into your lips, biting back a moan of his own as you tightened around him.

He followed right behind, cumming inside you without any warning, spurting his seed inside you, filling you up.Your legs went wobbly and you almost lost your balance, but he was quick to hold you up, giving you all the support you needed.

“You did good, sweet girl... So good.” He whispers tenderly, kissing you all over your face.

It was so domestic, him whispering and reassuring you softly, saying sweet nothings to you. It would be cute if you didn't have your cunt dripping with his cum, making his eyes darken every time he looked down.

The minutes seemed to pass slowly as the two of you stood like that, holding each other, relaxing as the high subsided.

And you held back so as not to say anything you'd regret later, and he bit his lip so as not to let out a simple, but true 'I love you'.But nothing lasts forever, and you knew you were going to have to leave.

He didn't want to be a jerk, and he wasn't going to leave you alone after having sex with you. That would be completely stupid. But it caused Simon to change from water to wine.

So he helped you clean up and put your clothes back on, waiting for you to say goodbye to your friends so he could take you home. At this point it was every person for themselves, Simon was clearly trying to keep his distance, and he was succeeding.However much it hurt.

The ride to your apartment was silent, nothing but the sound of his motorcycle going back and forth in the city, it was boring, but at least he was with you.

He was even a gentleman, taking you to the door of your apartment, hoping that you were inside, safe and sound. As you should have been.

“Aren't you coming in?” You ask quietly, looking at him almost shyly.

There was no pride in you that was greater than the desire to spend a night with him. Hugging each other, holding each other as if it were the last time.

He looked at you, those dead eyes that carried so many emotions at that moment. But he wasn't going to weaken, not now, no matter how much his heart begged him to accept the offer.

“I just came to bring you home.” He repeated, his fingers itching to caress your cheeks, cup your face and shower you with kisses.But he couldn't.

And that hurt more than any bullet.

He doesn't give you a chance to say anything, he just walks away and takes one last look at you over his shoulder.In the blink of an eye he was already in the elevator, leaving once again.

After that you knew for sure that Simon was an incognito, but something was wrong. He wouldn't act like that, it wasn't like him.

Maybe he'd really had enough of you, and you're too proud to admit defeat. But if he's got something, you'll find out.Even if it means pestering his work colleagues.

But really, not that Simon has noticed, but you're sure he wouldn't do much without his wallet for long.

Oh, and you kind of took it as an excuse to have something to see him.

He'd probably be on your doorstep the next day.

[letters-from-cutie]

The Scouts as Your College Boyfriends [Headcanon]

CHARACTERS: Eren, Armin, Jean, Connie, Erwin and Levi x gn!Reader (slighty spicy at the end)

If you like to see others, please tell me. I'll try this concept again for Levi, and maybe Eren/Jean too. I apologize for some scenarios being bigger than others. I'm Brazilian so I don't know how college works in other places, so don't mind if sounds different to you. English is not my first language.

˗ˏˋ EREN YEAGER ˎˊ˗

He seeks justice in all his lifetimes. So, I see him enrolling in law to be a prosecutor. He wants to get justice for victims. However, he may switch to criminal defense as he learns more about the system and life.

Besides law, he's also interested in social studies so he may change his course for that. I can also see him wanting a political job, especially after high school. He aspired to make the world a better place. But, as he gets older, he becomes more skeptical about that.

Studies aside, he is such a cool guy to hang out with. He goes to some parties but never lets his studies aside. On the contrary of his high school years, as a college student, he is dedicated enough to get very good grades, though he barely studies, what an icon.

He meets you after he picks a fight with your ex. You just ended things with him and is trying to avoid him around campus. But, you would eventually have to go through his class corridor one day.

And of course, he is there when you do. The guy wants to talk to you so badly and paint himself as innocent, but Eren won't let that happen, as he already has enough of him, because of his problematic commentaries during class.

Eren, wanting no trouble with his professor, stays calm and ignores your ex during class. But, now, as he sees your ex trying to force you to speak with him, Eren finds a chance to finally get back to him.

He calls him off right there, in the middle of the corridor, in a humiliating but smart way. Eren also offers to escort you away from him. You, always the revengeful (rightly so), accept his companion.

So Eren throws his arms around your shoulders and looks behind him to shoot that look (yk the one) towards the guy. And so your love story begins.

Congrats, you got the hottest guy in college. That comes with ups and downs, but mainly ups. Eren is absolutely devoted to his partner, you. In theory, there's nothing you should be afraid of.

He'll do anything for you and will protect you from everything that can harm you. If you have a problem with a member of your group project, ask him to resolve it, and he'll be happy to oblige.

The downside of being with Eren is that he gets girls and boys enamored with him all the time. But he pays them no mind.

Eren would never look to anyone other than you, so he gets annoyed when someone tries to hit on him, and probably has a good comeback to it. Though he understands if you get jealous, and will take you immediately to the bathroom to prove you wrong.

Expect to hang out a lot with Mikasa and Armin, as Eren asks you to go with him on most of their outings. Their hangouts are mostly calm. The trio enjoys exploring towns and new places. Therefore, you should be prepared to always check on new locations and have different experiences with them.

You'll always have a place in Mikasa and Armin's hearts, and it makes Eren even more in love with you when he sees how much you guys get along.

Lastly, expect him to be in your dorm a lot. He loves to cuddle with you at night, and you can't say no to his cute sleepy face, desiring you to untie his hair and play with it. And it's even harder to say no to his sexy morning voice.

It sends shivers down your spine every time he wakes you up, asking you to stay for some minutes and skip the first period of classes. How can you say no to him when you know that in his arms you'll have the time of your life?

˗ˏˋ ARMIN ARLET ˎˊ˗

Many people link him to marine biology because of his interest in the ocean, which I agree with, but comes from a different perspective. I see him being more into the concept of traveling and discovering new things than anything.

I imagine him wanting a job that lets him stay put but also change settings from time to time. Biology and marine biology are great for that if you desire to study, protect, and care for wild flora or fauna.

Also, he sounds to me like a guy who enjoys brain challenges, so a scientific field is something that would keep him engaged. He will pursue education further than most people would, as he enjoys learning new things and overall the academic field.

But, this also means that he's a big nerd. He does hang out with his friends, but he prefers to stay indoors, so he is more likely to attend these types of reunions.

Mikasa and Eren are his best friends. He also has other companions, so he's not the lonely type of nerd. He's just a smart, yet introverted guy.

He's such a booklover, so it makes sense for him to get a part-time job at his university's library. Armin quickly learns about how everything works and it's the best at the job they ever had. So if you need any help finding something, go after him.

That's how you met him. You like the library for its silence and academic atmosphere that keep you focused on your studies. Armin's shifts are when you're also free to study, so you always see him when you go there, and quickly get a crush on the blondie.

He is such a cute and polite guy. Armin always greets you when you arrive and get a book, but you're kinda insecure that he is just being polite, seeing how he also treats other students.

But one day, you find yourself needing a helping hand to find your books. So you take it as a chance to talk to Armin. Though he seems rather busy, surrounded by two students you think you've seen before.

Going back to the shelves, you find yourself looking for this specific book for quite some time, that is until you feel him behind you. In Armin's hands lays the exact book that you need. Before handing it to you, he says that he needs to doublecheck it quickly, and goes to the direction his friends were.

When he hands the book to you, you find a cute post-it on the first page. It has a motivational phrase, a drawn smiley face, and a number. You can thank Mikasa and Eren later for the push they did on Armin, cause that's how you meet your boyfriend.

Armin is such a sweetheart. He always checks up on you: if you have studied for your tests if you've done your assignments on time, if you have rested after so many classes...

This is his way of taking care of you, in the middle of his own busy student life. Also, you don't need calendars anymore, baby boy remembers everything you say to him.

He takes you to study dates, where you'll spend half an hour studying, half an hour making out, then repeat. He settles his dorm with warm lights and will help you if you ask, somehow he can understand your lessons even better than you at first read.

If you're in the artistic field or an overall very different field for him, the relationship becomes such a learning experience for him. He enjoys sitting down at night with you, while you show him your project that you just ended. He looks at you with those big blue eyes.

He is so tender and shows so much admiration that takes your breath away, and you need to recollect yourself to go back to your work. Then, he will proudly take you to bed. He'll show you how much he enjoys your work. To relax you after your hard work, a great oil massage and some sexy times will follow.

˗ˏˋ JEAN KIRSCHTEIN ˎˊ˗

Jean is most of us out of high school: lost. So it is not a surprise that he chooses business or managing courses, - very common and vast fields to study on. He doesn't know where he wants to work yet.

All he knows is that he enjoys the frat lifestyle shown in movies. Ironically, at the same time, he wants a romance of books and he needs a job.

So as time passes, he finds himself enjoying HR, which he plans his career around and pushes his studies further. For me, Jean is a great leader and cares a lot for others, so HR is perfect for him. Plus he looks amazing in a suit/working outfit (mine and his words).

Like I said, he first wanted to experience the frat life. During his first semester, all he does is party, even more than Connie and Sasha together.

It's funny because all he wants is love and to have some fun, but he is too young and was created in a world that directed him to pursue a fuckboy life.

The reality is that he is anything but a fuckboy, he cannot even go to bed with someone without catching feelings. After some time, he can't sustain this lifestyle. With so many rejections and bad grades, he desires to change. He wishes to be a person he can be proud of.

That is how he finds himself pursuing mentoring classes. It may be for his own subjects, calculus, or for his writing, whatever you feel like you'd teach him in this scenario.

At first, you thought it was a prank... One of the top fuckboys of your college is wanting your help?

In the first classes, you have to reprehend him on some of his attitudes, but he always listens to what you say. The way you treat him so well makes him fall for you, no one had such patience with him before. So, he starts to do everything and anything to entice you.

Expect flowers on your doorstep. Chocolates will somehow slip into your bag when you aren't looking. And when opening the books you use with him, you'll find post-its with corny pick-up lines. It's obvious he wants you.

You confront him one day and tell him to spend his dedication on studies instead of trying to get into your pants. Jean was being truthful, but at first, you don't believe he'd change like that.

He promises you that he is changing into a better version of himself, and asks you to go out with him if he gets a full score in all his subjects. That seemed so impossible that you accepted the deal.

Jean took it as a challenge, and soon enough, you found yourself on a park date with him. After he spent so many nights studying to get good grades, he deserves some fun right? He even got an internship! And so more dates follow.

As a lover, this man is your devote, and you're his god/dess. He never hangs out without you, I mean never, so you bet you're gonna be friends with his friends too. He goes to fewer parties once he starts dating you.

Jean now prefers more intimate hangouts with you and his friends. He loves movie dates, because it's a win-win for him, as he can get some fun far from campus and keep his hands all around you with no one looking funny at him.

He is very touchy, so expect him to want proximity with you and be very clingy, but he does the most adorable pout when you deny him that you can't resist. Also, being so close to you allows him to lower his head and whisper nasty things in your ear. Meanwhile, his hands "innocently" roam your body.

The asshole knows what he is doing. But don't worry, handling all the teasing is worth it once you get alone in a secluded place and he kneels before you, to treat you good this time.

˗ˏˋ CONNIE SPRINGER ˎˊ˗

I'm not quite sure about his major per se, partially because I think he would not be that enthusiastic about it either. But s4 Connie gives me engineering vibes, especially electrical engineering.

That being said, his main interest is sports and frat life. He's an active and extroverted guy who likes to have fun as much as he can and may go parting sometimes.

He hangs out with Sasha and Jean the most, and sometimes with the other 104th too, making a big and messy group. But I assure you, he is the funniest and most unhinged one, never letting the hangouts get boring. Connie is the life of the group together with his best friend Sasha.

Eventually, he gets a part-time job, and becomes such a hard worker! This is great since he's able to learn to be more responsible and serious when needed.

He meets you at a party. You're in a corner, using your phone. You don't care for the party, but it was your friend's birthday. So, you had to be there.

This little guy didn't even know your friend, but he needed to get his mind off work and his upcoming tests. Eventually, Connie found you by yourself and decided to interact. Connie is not the type to let someone be uncomfortable around, he wants everyone to have a good time.

So he goes after you and stays because you picked his interests, and you both have the time of your life, dancing and laughing from his attics. When it gets too late, he takes you to your home and you offer your phone number in exchange to catch up, and so it begins...

Dating him is never boring. Baby likes to make you laugh, and says that it is the cutest motivation for him to wake up in the morning. He'll get out of his class a bit early to wait outside of your class, he tells you he was bored, and it's true, but he mainly missed you.

He messages you during your classes, sending memes and photos of his friends making funny faces at his teacher, but somehow he never gets caught.

Connie goes to parties with you to show you off to his friends. No one (especially Jean) believes that he got you initially, but after some time with you, they see how much compatible you two are.

If you're tired or not in the mood for going out, he sits with you in the car, blasting nostalgic and cheerful loud music, as you go around campus. Expect lots of sonography while you're walking around.

When you're in his or your dorm, he likes to tell you all about his day, while you guys cook or do some chores together. If you're cooking, expect many food fights ending with cute flour kisses and apologies from him. Connie is not a fan of chores (unlike Levi) but he enjoys spending time with you, so that's a bonus.

Also, please, remind him to study for his exams! He gets forgetful about this kinda of stuff and may get lower grades because of it, or procrastinate if he finds it boring. However, do not study with him, he will not let you, and you'll get lower grades but it may be worth it for the laughs and the flirting.

Look out, or he'll take you to the bedroom as soon as he starts to check you out so focused, so sexy for him. And I'll have to tell you; after he treats you so well, you will not want to do anything other than be lost in him.

˗ˏˋ ERWIN SMITH ˎˊ˗

Of all of them, he's the most obvious to me. First of all, he desires to get multiple degrees during his life, as a curious and cultured guy. So depending on your age difference, you may meet him during his first, second, or even third degree. He thinks about being a professor too, like his dad, but being more of an activist too.

Erwin definitely gets some work inside the university, either as a mentor or helping the faculty. Therefore, he is spending most of his time there. That's how he knows almost everyone around college, or at least most faculty members and talented students.

He is commonly seen with his friends: Levi, Hanji, Nanaba, and Mike, doing plans for hangouts with them. They can range from a simple movie night to an elaborate weekend in a cabin in the mountains.

Usually, the fun hangouts, like parks and trials are planned by Hanji. The active ones are chosen by Mike or Nanaba, such as going out to bars or playing sports. And Levi says that he never wants to go, but he is there anyway. They walk around college together alluring this "veteran" aura, very cool.

For one semester, you'll see him with your favorite professor, Mr. Smith, who you need to talk with. Erwin just stands there, looking so classy and smart that you're intimidated at first. However, as soon as your professor sees you, he introduces you to Erwin, who takes an interest in the project you're developing.

With that, you discover that he's the professor's son, while the older man just looks at you both with a strange knowing look. Erwin offers to help you, with your project, but he probably can't due to his proximity to your professor. He knows that. Erwin is just using it as an excuse to ask for your number, and it works.

Erwin is such a good boyfriend and a gentleman. He always meets you before the morning classes with a warm cup of your favorite beverage. He's such a busy person, with all the classes he is attending, work, and projects, but somehow he always makes time for his friends and you.

Also, he loves planning dates and invites you to the hangouts he has with his friends. Prepare yourself for cute museum dates, and fancy dinners after he gets his salary of the month. He likes to spoil you.

He surprises you sometimes, asking to meet in a random campus location, and surprising you with a sweet picnic under the tree. Erwin states that he's making up for his busy day ahead, and you both sit in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company and maybe a book. That is at least until you hear Hanji's greetings from afar, followed by Levi trailing behind them with a scowl.

Sometimes, you wonder if dating Erwin is a package that comes with his friends as extra. However, be assured that at the end of the day, you'll get your alone time with him behind the sheets. Erwin will make it up to you in a way that'll make you even forget that anyone else exists other than him.

˗ˏˋ LEVI ACKERMAN ˎˊ˗

This guy doesn't even know why he's here nor how he got here in the first place. I mean, he is such a flexible character, I can see him in many degrees but for this multiple headcanon I'll stick with just three.

Levi as a teacher would be so iconic. He may pursue education because he had good teachers before and believed that they helped him take things seriously and not go to "the bad side" of life.

I see him in law pursuing it to be a judge or prosecutor too, he wants to see "rats" (his words), going to jail and will be pleased to be the one putting them there.

Since criminology fits more his persona so well, I don't think I need to discuss it that much. I'll just state that detective/forensic Levi would be the best of his generation. So it definitely an option too.

Enough of flattering him. As a student, Levi terrifies his professors, why? you ask me. He walks into class, sits down, and almost never moves an inch. He does not talk or ask questions. At the end of the term, he'll get the highest scores. He even works in a respected office already! The professors' days are counted... Ah wait that was flattering again? Oh well...

Anyway, he is the scary dog of his group, I mean like those scary little dogs, not the big ones. Levi walks with people twice his side, who together know everyone in college, but he just sticks with the three of them.

It's with them that he passes his free time. It's funny because he may sound like a hater and says that they are glued to him. But it's actually the opposite, he is the one to look after their hangouts the most.

One thing about college Levi is that he loves his coffee and tea. He knows every café in town but doesn't really enjoys the college ones, like the one you've been transferred to.

He only goes there when there is no other option, and says that the coffee is cold and the tea always tastes like toilet water. That is why your coworkers prepare you mentally for the infamous day you'll get to serve him.

The day comes, and you're alone at the counter, you don't even realize that is The guy everyone was so scared about. You quietly hand him his thing, and he goes away just as quietly, and so it becomes a routine. One day he comes with his friends, who are throwing you looks every moment or so (it's just Hanji).

Eventually, they leave. When you go to clean their tables, you see a note on it, it's a number. It's not Levi who wrote it, but Hanji. He didn't allow them to give out his number so they gave theirs. Soon enough, you start to hang out with the group.

And being part of the group means being part of Levi's heart. Your relationship starts like that, evolving from friends, to fwb to lovers. However, Levi treats you like you're his for so long, and you're dumb to not notice (his words).

Expect him to always walk you home. Look at him and you'll see him already looking back at you, then acting as if he didn't. He'll fetch you drinks and food during class recess, and he'll do so much stuff a boyfriend would do to you.

Eventually, he does become your boyfriend. Like I said, Levi already treated you like you were his before it was official, but after it, it just becomes less subtle. He will only get enough sleep when you're in bed with him. Also, your place will be spotless, he says that you can't clean but it's just an excuse for him to do something back.

Levi will stay by your side as you complain about a messed up class you had. He allows you to cry on his neatly cleaned sweater about a failed test. He'll even buy you ice cream while you ramble about your group member who didn't do their job. And like Eren, if someone else were to blame for your stress or tears, he would do something about it.

He never expects you to do something back for him. You being here for him is enough, it's his main motivation for dealing with annoying college life every day.

But if you're really into rewarding him them we will not complain if you get in his lap and be good for him too. Oh, it may even become a competition, as you both pleasure each other for hours after a tiring and busy day.

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Coming Home

I've written a novella that I'm not sure yet what to do with. In the meanwhile, here's a bonus scene.

My mind was already on tomorrow’s deadlines when I stepped off the elevator, my body on autopilot. I handed my briefcase to our housekeeper Mrs. Whitaker, ready to retreat into the rhythm of my routine, but her quiet gesture stopped me. She nodded toward the living room, her expression warm, almost indulgent. I moved closer and saw why.

There they were.

Preston, sprawled on the couch like some exhausted deity, our toddlers nestled into him like he was their entire universe. Their tiny limbs were tangled with his, their sleepy faces pressed into his side. It was chaos and perfection all at once. And Preston—God, Preston. His belly, swollen to the point of surrealism, rose between them like a soft, glorious monument. It commanded attention, stretched to its limit with our twins, glowing with the kind of power that stopped me dead in my tracks.

The sight hit me hard. I stood there, drinking it in like a man starved. I wasn’t prepared for the way it made my chest ache with a mix of pride and something deeper—something primal that I didn't let out too often.

For so long, my world was defined by ambition. By control. By crafting something tangible, legacy carved into stone. But this—this was something I never dared to dream of. Warmth. Messy, chaotic love sprawled across a couch. It feels almost wrong, this deep satisfaction, like I’m indulging in a forbidden pleasure.

I moved closer, drawn to him like a magnet. Preston’s face was softer in sleep, his usual sharpness dulled, and something possessive inside me growled at the sight of him vulnerable like this. I knelt beside him, careful not to disturb the precarious peace of toddlers nuzzling into his sides. My hand instinctively reached out, brushing a stray curl from his forehead, and his eyelids fluttered open.

That lazy, slow smile—God, he knows exactly what that does to me. It unravels me every time, pulling at the tight strings I keep wound around my own control. "Hey," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep, and there it was—that familiar mix of need and confidence, like he knows exactly when to let me take over.

"Hey yourself," I murmured, leaning in to kiss him softly, but my hand drifted down to the swell of his belly, needing to feel it. The taut skin beneath my palm, the slight shifting of our children inside—it’s an addiction, this feeling. Knowing that he’s carrying something so profoundly mine. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired," he admitted, his voice a blend of exhaustion and contentment. "They were clingy today."

I glanced at the kids, their little bodies tucked into his, seeking warmth, security—him. And I couldn’t blame them. He was magnetic like that, even in his fatigue. I envied their closeness, the ease with which they claimed him. I used to think I wasn’t that man—the type to be undone by the sight of children finding comfort in my partner—but here we are. The world expects precision from me, but Preston gives me chaos, and somehow it makes everything sharper.

"They can sense it," I said quietly, more to myself than to him. "They know things are about to change."

"They’ll adjust," Preston replied, his confidence unshakeable. I envy him that. He can surrender to the unknown, while I need every piece to fit perfectly before I can move. That’s why we work. He grounds me. He gives me the space to let go, and that makes me want to hold on tighter.

My hand pressed firmer against his belly, and one of the twins kicked, a strong, stubborn push that made me smirk. There’s something about him like this—pregnant, vulnerable, mine—that goes beyond legacy. It’s not just the idea of him carrying my children. It’s the way he submits to this, to me, fully and without question. It feeds something deep inside me, something I didn’t know I needed until it was right in front of me.

"How are you holding up?" I asked, my thumb tracing the bones of his knuckles, reading the tired lines around his eyes. I hate seeing the weariness there, but at the same time, I revel in how well he bears it. He’s always been strong, but pregnancy makes him…magnificent.

"It’s been rough," he said, his voice softening. "The practice contractions are getting more intense. But I’m glad you’re home."

Home. I never understood the word before him. Now, it’s wherever he is, wherever this chaotic, beautiful mess of a family is. I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead, feeling the heat of him, the exhaustion he carried so effortlessly. "I missed you," I confessed, my voice betraying more than I intended.

Preston smirked, a teasing glint lighting his tired eyes. "Missed me, or missed this?" His hand rested on his belly, and my breath hitched, knowing exactly what he meant. He knows me too well, knows exactly how deep my obsession runs.

"Both," I said, my voice low, rough. "You have no idea." He thinks he does, but he doesn’t. Not fully.

He chuckled, a soft, intimate sound that wound itself around my chest and squeezed. "I think I have some idea."

He always does. It’s why I’m addicted to him, to this dynamic between us. He lets me lead, lets me dominate, but only because he chooses to. He has power, more than I’ll ever admit, and he wields it in the most insidious ways—subtle, seductive, like he’s letting me think I’m in control when, really, it’s always him pulling the strings.

"I never thought I’d have this," I murmured, my confession half-choked. "A family. A carrier who indulges every one of my desires." It’s not just about the children. It’s about him surrendering, about the trust, the complete and total submission that fuels something darker inside me.

He squeezed my hand, his eyes soft but knowing. "Well, you do. And we’re not done yet."

The possessiveness surged in me, a deep, satisfying swell. "No, we’re not." We’re just getting started, and that’s the terrifying, exhilarating truth of it. I built an empire, but this—he—is my real legacy. And I’ll be damned if I don’t claim every part of it, every part of him.

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 78 (Conrad's New Dad Mode)

Heather and Conrad brought baby Lavender home under a light snowfall. A dusting of white on the ground quickly disappeared: the calm before Brindleton's Bay's notoriously blizzard-like winter weather.

Inside the Nesbitt-Gordon home, not even the cries of a tiny newborn could dampen her blissful parents' spirits.

Baby Lavender loved attention from the start, often crying just to be held. Both mom and baby were in perfect health, and Conrad took to fatherhood immediately.

She was named to honour Conrad's mother, whose death so deeply affected him. Every night, he cradled his daughter in his strong arms when he came home from work, his heart full of love he'd never imagined possible.

"Hi, sweet girl. Daddy missed you today." The tiny infant gazed back at him, wide-eyed. "And what did you do all day? Did you sleep well? Did you let your mom sleep well, too?"

Heather woke from a nap and watched Conrad bond with their daughter. "I think she's already smiling at you," she said.

"I think I'm turning into my Dad. He loved everyone's babies and I always thought I'd drop them. But it's like I can hear him in my head telling me how to hold her. Like he's right here."

Heather shrugged. "Maybe he is. You know I'm not really into all that Watcher stuff, but we've seen ghosts, made friends with the Grim Reaper..."

"Mrs. Goth's daughter-in-law really walked in on her and Grim getting out of the shower together?"

"That's what Spencer said! If it wasn't Mrs. Goth, I might not believe it. But after everything she's shown us this past year, it just makes sense. Apparently Lydia wasn't even phased by it because living with Mrs. Goth is like walking around in a half-haunted house."

(Apparently actual woohoo actions with Grim aren't available until Tuesday because these two are fully official romantic partners now and would not get in the shower or even 'woohoo here.' HURRY UP, BELLA WANTS SOME GRIMMIE!)

"She brings up travelling on her seance table practically every time I see her," said Conrad. "And it's weird...ever since I got back from the Magic Realm I've been just as curious as I've been glad we've been too busy."

"You should go sometime. I told you, it was like going to school. I might need to stick close to Lavender to meet her demanding schedule, but Bella kept you safe in Glimmerbrook and we all trust her. Ash, too."

"I heard him talk about good tailoring the other day." He chuckled, placing Lavender back in her bassinet. "Between Bella and Nancy, I won't be surprised if he ditches the knit caps and hoodies for good, eventually."

"How was your day?" Heather stood, pulling him into an embrace.

"Long. I'm glad to be home. Hard to believe you're already going back to work next week."

(She didn't take traditional maternity leave as a small business owner. She just had a baby on Saturday and went back to work on Tuesday in-game.)

Conrad's phone beeped. "Is that work?" Heather asked.

He nodded. "Ever since I made sargent at the station, my cases have gotten a little tougher. But this can wait."

"My parents want to come this weekend to meet Lavender, and I said it was fine," she said. Conrad nodded as his phone beeped again. "Do you need to get that? Conrad, are you okay? Is this about those security cameras you ordered?"

"What? No. That's just a safety precaution."

"Well, why now?"

He froze, glancing back at their sleepy-eyed little girl. "She came along and I just...It's not like we'll be the only people in the world with a home security system."

"Conrad, if you're working a difficult case, you can talk to me. I can handle it."

He smiled. "Everything's fine, and the phone stopped beeping. What should I make for dinner?"

Although Heather and Conrad were officially engaged, they had no immediate plans to tie the knot - mostly because Heather and the Watcher wanted to wait for a warmer season to get married.

They were still a team, still committed, but for now they were both busy with work, caring for their pets, and raising two kids. Heather balanced Lavender's feeding schedule, helped Ash with his homework, and ran the clinic.

But unlike when Ash was born, Heather wasn't by herself and she could rely on Conrad to be there. Despite her exhaustion, this time felt so much easier. ->

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NOTE: I'm trying to make my posts shorter. Trying! This post was going to have 23 photos so it's been split into two and this episode is posting a lil earlier than I'd intended it to post tomorrow. I'm still trying to get out a certain amount of storyline before Halloween so I've already broken my plan to post every other day. I'm learning as I go and I'm slowly adapting to shorter installments, I swear, but thank you so much for putting up with my wordiness, guys. 🙏

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BREAKING THE CYCLE; REGAN RIDLEY

synopsis; Reagan, overwhelmed by her work at Cognito and her need for perfection, begins to push away her partner, who notices her burnout. Despite their attempts to reconnect, Reagan’s obsession with control strains their relationship, culminating in an argument where Reagan lashes out. Realizing her mistake too late, Reagan grapples with guilt and reaches out with an apology. The next day, Reagan visits her partner, expressing vulnerability and admitting her fears of imperfection. Her partner reassures her, emphasizing the importance of emotional openness, and together, they decide to work through their struggles. word count; 1.1k content; regan ridley/reader, f!reader, coworker/coworker, set in canon au, angst to fluff, ambivert/introvert a/n; I'm so sleepy right now it's not even funny but I decided to pump this out at 2 am I'm crying this is insane but um yeah pretty fanfiction for my pretty wife I LOVE HER :333

The familiar buzz of Cognito’s control room filled the air as Reagan typed furiously on her console, the harsh glow of her monitor casting an eerie blue light across her face. She’d been consumed by her work for days—maybe weeks now—managing crises, chasing anomalies, and ensuring the shadow government didn’t fall apart. Deadlines loomed as a new project spiraled out of control, and her perfectionism had trapped her in an unrelenting cycle. The scent of stale coffee and static electricity hung in the air, a constant companion to the suffocating pressure she felt.

Across the room, You sat nursing a cold cup of tea. Your usually upbeat demeanor had dimmed over the past few days as you watched your workaholic girlfriend spiral deeper into her work obsession. Her eyes were rimmed with exhaustion, her smile mechanical, and her laughter—the rare instances of it—lacked the warmth it once held. You recognized the signs all too well: she was burning herself out again. But whenever you tried to intervene, she’d wave you off, muttering her favorite refrain, "Just a few more minutes, doll. I’ve got this."

As You looked out the window, the sudden crash of thunder caught your attention. Rain started to splatter against the tall windows of the underground base, a storm brewing above the surface. It felt symbolic, mirroring the tension that had been building between them. Reagan was always so focused on saving the world, but she couldn’t see that her own well-being was crumbling right in front of her.

You stood from your seat, heart pounding, and made your way toward her desk. "Babe, you’re working too hard. You need to step away for a bit," you said softly, trying not to push too hard. But her eyes didn’t leave the screen.

"I’m fine," Reagan replied, her voice void of its usual snark. "Just a little more to do."

Your shoulders slumped. You could hear the exhaustion woven into her words, feel the distance growing between them. You've tried to be patient, understanding, but it was like talking to a wall. You loved how brilliant she was, how fiercely she fought for what she believed in, but lately, she was fighting alone—and it was hurting you both.

"Reagan," You tried again, this time reaching out to touch her hand. She flinched as if your touch had burned her.

"Not now!" Her voice cut through the room like a whip, sharp and cold. Reagan finally looked up at you, and in her gaze, you saw not only frustration but the storm of emotions she had been bottling up. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the soft patter of rain on the glass. You just—stared at her, stunned, and slowly withdrew your hand, stepping back.

Reagan blinked, as if realizing how harshly she’d reacted. "I—I'm sorry," she whispered, but it was too late. Your expression had already shifted, a mixture of hurt and resignation.

"It’s fine," you muttered, but it wasn’t fine, and you both knew it. You turned to leave, feeling the weight of the conversation—or lack of one—settling on your shoulders. You didn’t want to give up on her, but how could you keep reaching out when she refused to let you in?

Reagan watched you leave, her heart sinking as the door hissed shut behind you. She knew she had hurt you. She always knew. But there was this gnawing feeling inside her, an irrational need to stay in control of everything. It wasn’t just the job—it was proving herself to her father, to everyone who had ever doubted her. She felt trapped in this endless loop, unable to stop even when she knew she should. And now, it was costing her the one person who understood her.

The control room felt colder as she gathered her things, stepping out into the rain. The storm aboveground drenched her immediately, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t escape the suffocating guilt that clung to her. It wasn’t the first time her work had come between them, but it was the first time Brett had looked at her with such disappointment.

By the time she reached her apartment, Reagan was soaked, her mind still reeling from the day’s events. She collapsed on the couch, staring at her phone, debating whether or not to call you. What would she even say? That she was sorry? Sorry for pushing you away again?

She left a voicemail instead, her voice trembling. "Look… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I just… I don’t know how to stop sometimes." She hung up, staring at the phone, willing it to ring—but it didn’t. The empty silence was all that answered.

Hours passed in a blur. Reagan’s apartment, once a place of comfort, now felt like a prison. She poured herself a drink, but it didn’t ease the ache in her chest. It wasn’t the world-ending crises that kept her awake that night; it was the growing gap between her and the love of her life, a gap she feared might be too wide to cross.

The next morning, Reagan couldn’t take it anymore. She drove to your place, the rain having subsided, leaving the city slick and fresh, but Reagan didn’t feel fresh. She felt like she was on the verge of breaking. When she knocked on your door, she could hear her heartbeat in her ears, each second feeling like an eternity.

When you finally opened the door, your expression was guarded. Your eyes were tired, but there was no anger—only sadness.

"Reagan," you said softly.

"I screwed up," she blurted, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. "I pushed you away, again, and I shouldn’t have. I just… I don’t know how to do this. How to balance everything and still be… us." Her voice cracked on the last word, and she hated herself for how vulnerable she sounded.

Your expression softened, and you stepped aside, letting her in. "It’s not about you doing everything perfectly," you said as she sat down at your kitchen table. "It’s about you letting me in. We’re a team, Reagan. I care about you, and I just want you to let me help."

Reagan looked down at her hands, wringing them together. "I don’t know how to stop," she admitted. "I’m always so afraid that if I’m not perfect, everything will fall apart."

You reached across the table, gently taking her hands in your own. "You don’t have to be perfect, Reagan. Not with me." Your voice was soft but steady, and it gave her a sense of calm she hadn’t felt in days. "I just need you to be present. To let me in, instead of shutting me out every time things get hard."

Reagan’s eyes welled up, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she let herself feel the weight of her mistakes. "I’m sorry," she whispered. "I’ll try. I’ll try to be better for us."

You gave her a small smile, squeezing her hand gently. "That’s all I ask."

As they sat together in the quiet of your apartment, the storm outside had passed. And though there were still challenges ahead—at Cognito and in their relationship—for the first time, Reagan felt like they could weather them together.

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

Wisdom Teeth Removal

Your girl is getting her wisdom teeth yanked today so here's how I think the cast reacts on anesthesia

Heartslaybul

Riddle: He's so so sleepy, and starts crying when he's told he can't sleep yet. He's very emotional, just wants cuddles, BUT he gets really excited when he can still eat like the custard part of a tart.

Trey: He's just Not Present whatsoever, he's in a different dimension. Just leave him to his thoughts and make sure he eats he's fine.

Cater: Does a tiktok with a before and after audio. However when he sees himself in the camera he starts crying and calling himself ugly, he needs cuddles and reassurance. In relationships where it is appropriate, he will try to kiss his partner and get So Sad when they won't kiss him

Deuce: Also pretty spacey, starts crying when he hears/sees his mom, but is also convinced he's spiderman.

Ace: Flirts with the nurse on the way to the car, is convinced he's being kidnapped like....

"Y'all are kidnappin me?"

"no we'r-"

"Its cuz I'm hot ahaha" *fuckboy face*

when he notices his bandaid he gets mad "I ain't a fuckin pussy, take it off"

Savanaclaw

Leona: He doesn't have wisdom teeth this son of a bitch. and although I really want to imagine Leona on anesthesia, chances are hes still just sleepy and gets mad when he cant have burger

Ruggie: Is convinced his gauze falling out is his tongue and panics, "I cant afford that" and while crying tries to stuff it back into his mouth

Jack: my poor baby is bullied so much by his upperclassmen that he's convinced that they took his legs too and just starts crying. They let himvideocall with his siblings and he starts crying and telling them how much he loves them.

Octavinelle

Azul: wough baby boy is so out of it, he doesnt even notice when smoothie starts dripping down his chin bc he can't feel it. He starts crying if you tell him he's making a mess, but is fine the moment he's shown he's clean.

Jade + Floyd: Wakes up during surgery around the same time as Floyd and both of them are trying to talk to each other and laughing because they cant with peoples hands in their mouths. Also this links to a tiktok thats like them. After.

Scarabia

Kalim: I can't find the video, but when he's sitting in the chair after surgery he notices a nurse leave the room and starts crying. "They should be here. Everyone should be here to see me"

Jamil: He and Najma get them done at the same time, he's emotional, she's making fun of him, gets confused in a funny way when he cries and tells him to stop being a baby

Pomefiore

Vil: He gets mad if you record him, he's still coherent enough to know he doesnt want a phone in his face, but the audio clips are immaculate. Compares himself to god more than once.

Rook: Son of a bitch doesnt have wisdom teeth >:(

Epel: Pulls his shirt away from his chest to look down and gets sad "they didn't gimme my muscles" and is absolutely miserable

Ignihyde

Idia: Ortho fucks around with him some, puts pringles cans on his arms and convinces him he's ironman/some equivalent from an anime or something. Mans is hyper in attitude but wont get up from his chair. Yes Ortho livestreams it to the rest of Ignihyde.

Ortho: N/A

Diasomnia

Malleus: he's really weepy after getting his wisdom teeth out. Lilia convinces him that his horns have grown legs and walked away and Malleus proceeds to cry more until his favourite person shows up and all is right in the world again.

Lilia: He's a runner he's a track staaaar, someone put him on a leash because he will unlock and open the door of a moving vehicle to try to jump out (HC that medical practitioners can enforce magic restraints so that while a patient is incapable of making an informed decision they cannot use magic) also dances a lot. Looooves to talk on the phone,ven if theres nobody on the other end.

Silver: Sleepy baby stays a sleepy babyyyy

Sebek: He has the widest fucking eyes at everything, everything feels waaaaay too fast for him, but its the first time hes so quiet , hes like dead silent

Masterlist

[monsterfuckerconfessions]

I had a dream and it was so clear and vivid I just have to share it. The genders of the partners were constantly swaped and meshed together (my genderfluid brain denies the fact that we are given only one set of genetalia for life XD) so keep that in mind uwu

I dreamed of a relationship between a centaur and a human and many things they do to work around their different anatomy

Let's start with obvious - riding the back. It is wholesome it is cute it is a lot of trust and care put into that action. Centaurs don't let just anyone right their back, humans are heavy, plus a lot of social weight of "We are not slaves we are free to roam this world and will not bend to the will of humans" But seeing their partner tired, after walking all day, trying to match the speed of leisurely pace of a centaur, they kneel down and offer their back. Human sits still at first, trying to move as least a possible, but slowly relaxes and hugs the human part of their partner from behind. Slow rocking makes them sleepy and they fall asleep right there, on their partners back, while the centaur continues their adventure for a bit more longer

Sex might be difficult but a lot of things that centaurs use for themselves work for this odd relationship. A pile of pillows and bedding on the floor is the perfect helper for both of them. Centaur lies down on their belly, hugging pillows, getting their top part comfortable, while their partner positions themselves at their back. They gently move horse tail to the side, and move in. Human dick doesn't reach as deep, but they both get a lot of pleasure just from being here and now together.

Switching sides is a bit more complicated but the scheme is the same. Only exception is that because of the anatomy of a centaur, they tower over their lover and cover them completely with their big body. Human moans as horse dick enters their body, so big and thick, reaching deep and filling them completely. They love this size difference, they love feeling themselves so small and fragile in comparison to their lover, and still being able to fit their dick inside themselves.

Last they try a different pose. With centaur reered up and leaning over a special contraption - inclined surface with fitted soft bedding on it, centaur gently presses their partner into it, stopping them from sliding off. This isn't perfect, as human barely reaches the belly of human part of centaur, but it is certainly unusual and oh so intimate for centaur themselves. They could never face their same species partner, and being able to hug their love while they hug back, and be in this moment together is something so so special

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I'M DONE!!! Sorry for typos or mistakes, English isn't my first language but I had to put it in words and share

(pst, admin, thanks for doing all your work, we love you)

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[it-happened-one-fic]

Peaceful Moment - Arataki Itto

Author Notes: I have finally done it! I have finally written an Itto fic! In all seriousness though, it was suprisingly to write a fic with Itto that I actually ended up fairly pleased with. I was helped along through writing this fic by listening to the song "Breathe" by Faith Hill and it definitely influence how this fic came together. I'm pretty happy with the outcome of this fic though. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fluff/ morning cuddles/ sfw/ romantic

Word Count: 955

I exhaled softly as I rolled over, smiling to myself at the sight of Itto’s relaxed face. Eyes closed with morning sunlight dancing across his face and feigning sleep, even though he and I both knew that he always slept with his eyes wide open.

But I didn’t say anything, instead opting to snuggle a little closer and cuddle up to him again. Relaxing as I felt him exhale as I listened to the rhythmic pounding of his massive heart and let the whole world just slip away. Leaving me in this peaceful moment where it was just me and Itto.

His arms curled around me, pulling me impossibly closer to him and causing me to smile once more as he shifted so that his chin was just barely resting against the top of my head.

“Morning,” My voice was hardly even a whisper as I reveled in the warmth that was Itto’s presence.

There was something that was always so blissfully magical about mornings spent in his arms. I felt impossibly secure, and, if possible, I never wanted to leave these moments of perfect simplicity. 

Sadly, such a thing wasn’t possible, and I knew that. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t revel in this moment.

He let out another exhale before mumbling out a sleepy, “Morning,” in a gruff-voiced reply before pressing a kiss to the top of my head. One of his hands idly rubbing my back, before he shifted once more. 

He curled in on himself, further wrapping his body around me as he pressed his face into my shoulder, “Don’t wanna get up.” 

I laughed softly at his groggy voice, wrapping my arms around him as best I could and patting him affectionately, “Then don’t, we have time.” 

He let out a huff at my soft reply, relaxing into my arms and nuzzling his face against my shoulder, muffling his response, “Tha‘s good.” 

I let my fingers comb through his hair, smiling to myself as he somehow managed to relax even further. The fact that people used to view him with fear simply due to some horns was truly laughable in moments like this when he was more like a massive puppy than a fearsome oni.

It was true that Itto was impossibly strong, but right now he was just my partner, who truly adored his early morning cuddles just as much as I did. 

I felt him shift once more as he leaned back to look down at me with a smile and gentle gaze that was often reserved for peaceful moments such as these, “Hey.”

I smiled back up at him, half-amused by this secondary greeting, even as I returned it with a soft but questioning hum.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss on my shoulder, before speaking again in a coaxing voice, “Wanna just stay in bed all day?”

I shook my head affectionately, amused by his wheedling tone, “You know we can’t do that, Itto. We have to get up and do something, even if it is the weekend.”

Itto made a protesting sound as he leaned back towards me, pressing his forehead against mine while being careful not to  knock me with his horns, “Come oooon. We can. You said we had time.”

I chuckled slightly at his impressive pouting. Letting my hand continue to trail its way through his long hair, as I forced myself to be the voice of reason, “I did, and we do. But that doesn’t mean we can just laze around all day. What would your gang do without you?”

I could even hear the grin that was visibly creeping across his face as the arm he had wrapped around me tightened slightly, giving me an affectionate squeeze as he spoke, “Take the day off. The boys’ll be fine without me for a day, and Shinobu’ll definitely be fine.”

There were times, such as now, that Itto could truly be incorrigible. But as I smiled back at him, I knew there was no way that I’d ever change him. Because just as there were times when he was incorrigible, there were also a great many moments like right now. Where I could practically feel some sort of unspoken magic floating through the air that truly made me want to just stay in bed all day with Itto, just like he wished. Melting into his embrace and simply existing by his side.

 When it came right down to it, Itto really was the only one who could get me into this state and even tempt me to ignore all my other duties and day-to-day jobs in favor of staying here with him.

But even if I was oddly swept away in the peaceful love that currently surrounded me and filled Itto’s eyes, I knew we couldn’t just stay here all day. Even if I really did want to.

“We’ll stay for a while longer, but we’ll have to get up Itto.” He pouted at me again, but I merely smiled up at the young man who never failed to bring happiness into my day, no matter how busy or idle it may be.

My hand reached up and cupped his cheek affectionately, “Hey, don’t worry, big guy. There’ll be plenty more mornings after this one that we can spend just like this.”

His expression softened and his eyes closed as he leaned his head just a fraction closer so that our noses were just barely brushing one another, “Yeah, there’ll be loads more. I’ll make sure of it even when you insist on getting up.”

I laughed at his words but nodded, knowing perfectly well that would be a promise he would keep, “I know you will, Itto. I know you will.”

[siilverwiitch]

Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs

Characters: Nakahara Chuuya & Dazai Osamu

Language: English

Words: 597

AO3 Link

Chuuya is currently glaring across the meeting table at his old partner and the other half of double black, the insufferable Osamu Dazai. Douchebag extraordinaire. Well, I say Chuuya was glaring at Dazai, what I mean to say is he was more specifically glaring at the opal that made up part of his bolo tie that hung proudly around the mackerel’s neck.

Chuuya hated that damn opal yet at the same time he was happy to see it safely around his ex-partner's neck. It was where it belonged.

“Chuuya~, you seem very interested in glaring holes in my chest” Dazai’s tone sounded way too gleeful for this early in the morning, Chuuya hadn't even had coffee yet.

“Dazai I swear to all things holy I'm going to cut your dick off and feed it to you if you continue whatever it is you wanted to say” Chuuya had his head resting in his hands and he was suffering through one of the most boring meetings he had ever had the misfortune of having to attend, “I'm not caffeinated enough to deal with your shit this early”

“Oh? Is my dog sleepy?”

“Yes” Chuuya answers, not fully registering much more than the word ‘sleepy’, “I’m exhausted mackerel”

Chuuya hears shuffling but pays no attention to it until his head is rested on an all too familiar shoulder, instead of fighting he leans further against his ex-partner and closes his eyes, “Don't get used to this”

“I won't Slug” Dazai's voice came out soft, “Can I ask why you were glaring holes in my chest?”

“Opal”

“Opal?” Dazai lets the word sink in, “Oh, Opal”

“Why? I didn't think my dog worked in the jewel trade anymore?”

“Don't but it's nice to see it got to you safely. It was nice to see right before I beat the shit out of you in the port mafia dungeons”

“My dog is so violent…” a breath passes between them, “Wait what do you mean ‘got to me safely’... you were the reason I have this” Dazai holds the opal in his hands a little surprised to find out one of his most prized possessions was his because of Chuuya of all people.

“meant it as a parting gift, before I found out you blew up my car”

“Yeah… Sorry about that, couldn't have my loyal dog thought of as a traitor” Chuuya lets out a small laugh

“I'm not your damn dog, I’m your partner” Chuuya lifts his head off of Dazai’s shoulder and watches his face, “As much as I liked my car, I’m grateful you left my bike alone”

“Not even I’m that cruel Chuuya, I know how much it means to you” Dazai averted his eyes from Chuuya and pretended to be unbothered by Chuuya’s watchful gaze, but in truth, he felt exposed, like Chuuya could read the darkest parts of his soul.

“I wonder if anyone's noticed,” Chuuya wonders out loud.

“Noticed what?”

“Noticed that you have one of the world's most expensive pieces of opal to ever go missing hung around your neck”

“Wait… you stole this”

“Yep”

“Chuuya, did you really steal an opal just because I said it reminded me of your eyes… seriously” Dazai looks stunned at the revelation

“Well you more specifically said; ‘Look slug doesn't this look like your eyes, such a pretty stone that matches my loyal dog’s eyes’...” Chuuya quotes word for word

“Really couldn't get me off your mind could you?” Dazai teases to disguise his surprise

“Besides, it looks good on you”

“You're a strange one Chuuya”

[vilevenom]

Are you the same Anon as the other hurt/comfort request? lol, it's all good if you are. I'm makin' this one a bit more fluffy <3 Here's some sick!fic for you. Once again, I don't headcanon the trolls caring about gender, but I still swapped the pronouns for you. This ficlet has nothing to do with the previous one. This is set post World Tour, but before Band Together. Enjoy!

It was odd for Branch not to see Poppy at the crack of dawn. Usually their chipper king was the first up and about in the morning, leading the village in their daily song and dance routine. But, this morning Branch had bounced out of her bunker to join in the song without her usual duet partner. She frowned as she walked through the village, looking high and low for Poppy, while giving half hearted greetings to the other trolls as she passed them by. She didn't want to ask anyone if they'd seen their king, as she could still vividly remember how most of the village had freaked out the last time he'd been sick. 'Poppy 911' was not a phrase she wanted to hear again anytime soon. Finally, she decided the only logical place Poppy could be was his pod. "Hello?" Branch asked as she knocked on the door, peeking inside as she did so, "Poppy? "Ugh," Poppy's voice groaned from his bed, an arm appearing from the pile of blankets to wave at Branch, "I'm here. I'll be up in, like, five minutes." Branch frowned lightly as she let herself into the pod, shutting the door quietly before moving across the pod to Poppy's bed. "Hey, sleepy head. You don't sound great. How're you feeling?" Poppy sat up, his eyes half closed and his hair wildly disheveled. Branch flinched back slightly as Poppy snuffled loudly before coughing into his elbow. "M'not feeling too great, if I'm being honest," Poppy sighed, rubbing at his right eye as he turned to look at Branch, "How late is it?" "You missed the morning song, but I don't think anyone thought too much about it. When I walked through town to get here, everyone just seemed to be going about their day. I didn't raise any alarm bells on my way, so no one else knows you're sick yet," Branch hummed, reaching across the bed to feel Poppy's forehead. The pink troll leaned into Branch's hand with a soft sigh. "You're nice and cool," Poppy hummed, even as Branch winced and pulled her hand away. "And you're burning up," she murmured, clicking her tongue with a shake of her head. "I'm going to go get some supplies from my bunker. You just rest, okay? I'll be back as quick as I can." "Nooo," Poppy whined, flopping back into his pillows. Branch chuckled. "Yeeesss," she echoed Poppy's tone, heading out the door, "Be right back." ~ When Branch returned, she came baring soup, juice, medicine, and books. She quickly cleaned off Poppy's bedside table, setting up the medicine and books there, before bustling about Poppy's kitchen to heat up a bowl of the soup she'd brought. "Here," she coaxed Poppy to sit up in bed, pressing a glass of juice into his hand, "it's orange juice. Lots of good stuff to help you feel better. Then you need to try and eat some soup, okay?" Poppy grumbled quietly, but drank half the glass of juice. "Good," Branch cooed, snagging the medicine from the table and pouring a dose into a spoon for Poppy, "Now, take this and drink the rest of the juice." "Ugh," Poppy grunted, scrunching his nose at the spoon, "That stuffs nasty." "That may be true, but it'll help make you feel better. You can drown the flavor out with the juice. Trust your nurse," Branch said with a soft smile, earning a wheezing laugh from Poppy. "Alright, alright," Poppy sighed, reluctantly taking the spoon full of medicine. He made a retching sound after swallowing, then quickly gulped down the rest of the juice. "Good boy," Branch laughed, taking the glass and spoon away. "Only you get to call me that," Poppy grumbled, flopping back into his pillows while half heartedly glaring at Branch.

Branch snorted, rolling her eyes as she went back to the kitchen to fetch the bowl of soup. "I guess it's a good thing I was the one that said it, huh?" "Mmm, yeah," Poppy sighed, groaning in protest as Branch made him sit up again. "C'mon," Branch sat on the bed with the bowl in hand, smiling in the face of Poppy's grumpy frown, "I'll feed it to you. How's that sound?" Poppy blinked, his cheeks darkening further than his fever had made them. "O-oh. Okay," he nodded, not making eye contact as Branch spoon fed him the soup until the bowl was nearly empty. "There we go," Branch cooed, setting the bowl aside on the side table.

"Now, scoot over."

"Huh?" Poppy said intelligently as Branch shoved at his hip and stole one of his pillows.

"I said, scoot over," Branch reiterated, poking Poppy in the side, making the pink troll giggle and curl to the side. Poppy then shifted until he was on one side of the bed, instead of in the middle. He watched curiously as Branch set up the stolen pillow and shuffled the blankets around until she was comfortably settled next to Poppy on the bed.

"What're you doing?"

Branch blinked, arching an eyebrow at Poppy. "I'm getting comfortable."

It was Poppy's turn to roll his eyes. "I can see that. I meant, why, though? I thought you'd want to get back to your bunker. You're usually really busy."

Branch stared Poppy down for a minute before letting out a light laugh. She reached out to cup Poppy's cheek, brushing her thumb just below his eye. "Yeah, usually. But, you're more important than any chores I had to do today. I'd rather stay here and look after you."

Poppy let out a dopey little trill of a laugh, leaning into Branch's hand. "Awww. You like meeee," he cooed in a sing-song voice, batting his eyelashes at Branch.

"Oh my troll," Branch snorted, patting Poppy's cheek before settling back into the pillows, plucking one of the books she'd brough off the bedside table, "Someone has to."

"Everyone likes me, but you liiiiiike meeee," Poppy said with a grin, moving to cuddle into Branch, settling his head on her stomach and wrapping his arm around her middle.

Branch flushed, a warm smile on her face as Poppy curled around her like a snuggle squid. "Some might even say I love you, you big goof ball."

"Mmmm, you loooove meee," Poppy echoed, obviously falling asleep.

"Yeah. I do," Branch sighed happily, absently combing her fingers through Poppy's hair as she turned to her book, Poppy's light snores sounding from her lap.

[totally-not-here-for-the-smut]

would love to hear how the M6 handle an apprentice with a hypersomnia disorder 💛💛 someone who struggles with a lot of excessive sleepiness but really tries to push through it

Oooh, thanks for the prompt, I love it! As you didn't specify the spicy level, I'll assign ♤♡◇♧ randomly to the characters

Cracking my knuckles because it's something that hits home// The spicyness key is ◇neutral/random/funny,♡romantic/physical affection, ♧fluff/light smut,♤big dongs

So here it comes ~~~

~The hypersomniac apprentice~

~♡~

As soon as you open up to her about it, Nadia has you treated for your sleep disorder right away. Julian is sent for, and he has your treatment started by having you to keep a diary to track your sleeping, eating and exercising habits, dreams, mood, and of course any periodic cycles you may have. When he gave you the little red-line notebook, you saw an idea twinkling in Nadia's eyes, but forgot to investigate further. Shortly after, you started noticing that the palace staff you interact the most all had a tiny jade-green, golden ruled notebook with them. You wanted to ask her about it this afternoon while having tea on the veranda, but you had one of your hypersomnia episodes. When you wake up, Nadia brushes your hair from your sleepy face, greeting you with a smile. "I hope your sleep has been refreshing", she says, "in the meantime, I kept some notes for you". She handles you one of those little green notebooks that is filled, to you surprise, with little useful notes about what were you two talking about it, your immediate future agenda, the time you spent asleep and a little recap of everything that has happened.

You meet her loving gaze, speechless. "I recall how embarrassing was to ask people to fill me in on what happened during my long sleep", she explains. "I felt so cut out on the world, confused and distressed". She brushes your hand. "I made sure you will never feel as lost as I did".

~◇~

You really did try to push through this episode. Lucio looked so caught up in the game you were playing, so genuinely happy. You didn't want to let him down... but you see, trying to push through hypersomnia is awful it truly is folks, worst thing and hardly possible. Your eyelids are heavy and your neck isn't holding your head anymore. You try to rest your head against the sofa to avoid the telltale head-falling...

...but when you wake up you realize it wasn't a good idea. The lights are down, the room empty, and Lucio...? Nowhere to be seen. Your heart shrinks with guilt. You will have to apologize to him.

"Not many people know this, but Lucio has troubles sleeping. Eventually, the weight of his deeds fell upon him, robbing him of his sleep. At the beginning he started using narcotics to fall asleep, but Julian caught him immediately and made sure to put a hasty end on the dangerous habit.

Now Lucio slips into your bedroom with some dumb excuse ("thought you wanted some water" "hey, I had this WILD dream" "I'm horny") just to lay with you as you fall asleep. Watching your serene face as you sleep helps him to soothe his sleepless nights and find some kind of peace."

If you weren't so worried about letting him down, you would have put the pieces together and understood why he let you sleep -why he always lets you sleep.

~◇~

Portia knows about it, and find it so damn cute! Being the little mischievous fairy she is, she always puts you into situations where you will have troubles staying awake. This includes

getting the two of you seat for the opera in Nadia's box -this means you're next to her- and exchange giggling gazes with Asra. The three of you are the perfect partner in crime, but little did you know that you are their favorite victim.

Going stargazing with you and Muriel -he tells the BEST constellation tales and she knows that you love them and would give the world to stay awake - but joke's on her this time, for Muriel adores when his voices coddle you to sleep

Inviting you gardening in warm afternoons after some rich lunch, where she has an hard times refraining from laughing at your attempts to resist the sleep.

Today though, you realize she's doing it on purpose. In your hand there's a bunch of drawings she did of your cutest sleeping poses -they're on napkins, reciepts, grocery lists and god forbid Portia is this book from Nadia's library?!

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I'll put the spicier ones (Julian, Muriel, Asra) in a reblog [THIS ONE] I'll flag as adult content :) you can alway find them from the Masterlist

Disclaimer: please remember that hypersomnia is a legit disorder that should be addressed by any means you have at hand. Don't get fooled by the "manageable" face it has: it may be caused by many underlying issues, from moderate avoidant anxiety to much more serious things. There's nothing wrong with choosing to live with it or thinking it's cute (i have it and i do), but if you do experience it, love yourself and investigate its causes! Remember, as an human being you're entitled to health.

[beanghostprincess]

I didn't get it finish my ask I was sleepy so here's the second part

Usopp: |_•)°°°{they're probably talking about me}

Yasopp: I'm just scared. What if I say 'i love you ' and he doesn't say it back? What if he doesn't like me and is seeing me out of pity.

Sanji: that's just something you need to talk to him about. Look the old man may look mean and bitter but he's not you should know that. He'll -

Usopp: YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT ME!! YOU'RE TELLING HIM ABOUT THAT TIME I RIPPED MY OVERALLS AND FRANKY HAD TO COVER IT WITH DUCK TAPE!!

Sanji:........................

Yasopp:...................

30 minutes later

Usopp: dad if you feel insecure in the relationship you need to talk to him about it.

Sanji: there's nothing wrong with asking for reassurance. We ask each other for reassurance all the time right babe

Usopp: yeah communication is key to a relationship you can't be scared to talk to your partner you have to rip that bandaid off and tell him how you feel

Yasopp: ok...ok..... never thought you'd be the one giving me advice I always imagined it the other way around.

Usopp: yeah me too

Yasopp:.........he used duck tape??

This is the post btw for the rest of the world who don't know. Didn't reply to this on time (as usual) (I am so sorry)

Absolutely loving Sanji and Usopp being the ones giving him advice because it just makes,,, So much sense. These two are the healthiest thing ever. They talk things out! Like a couple should do! And I adore them.

And duck tape?? Really???

[mackjlee9]

Leon Kennedy x Afab!Reader

Author note; this is just something I wrote in ten minutes to maybe change the same thing that happens in fanfiction. You'll probably understand what I mean when you read. Oh! Reader has no pronouns bcz I was writing this with me in mind, but they're still referred to as "woman" by others. Probably won't finish this, just got to write a bit and I got bored lol.

I'll probably delete this later idk

Resident Evil

When one of your family members invited you to their wedding at the beach, your first thought was just... Make up an excuse so you didn't have to go. But then you thought...

Hey, free food!

However, this family member of yours expected you to bring a partner with you, and you only had one option. Your best friend, Leon.

You just texted him asking if he wanted to go to the wedding with you, and he was like, "Free food? Hell yeah," and laughing about how similar you two were you went to bed, feeling somehow at ease that you were gonna have someone to go to this useless wedding you didn't even wanna go in the first place. At least, you will have a feast.

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The car ride wasn't exactly long, you were one of the few that lived somehow close to this relative of yours, so it was only like a five-hour drive to the hotel. Being one of the first people there, you got the key to your room and went upstairs, followed by Leon who was still drowsy and sleepy from his nap in the car. No way in hell you were gonna let that man drive.

Thankfully for both of you, your hotel room actually had two twin-size beds, so no awkward "oh no, there's only one bed" trope that happened... Way too often in the stories you read.

Now, you just had to wait until noon when the wedding would start and then the afterparty in the evening, the overnight stay, and then bye-bye by tomorrow morning. So, while you waited you took a nap while listening to some music, letting Leon roam around the room as much as he liked.

A few hours later, you're woken up by a rather rough shove to your shoulder, and you end up tangling yourself with the cable of your headphones, hearing the distant laugh of Leon's laugh.

"The wedding's gonna start, you have to get ready," you huffed and sat up, rubbing your eyes and yawning as you stood up, stumbling to the bathroom while you're still trying to open your eyes, "Don't fall-" right before Leon could finish his warning, you tripped with the backpack you just tossed without a care, somehow managing to catch yourself before you fell and successfully waking yourself up with that little scare, "I'm not gonna say anything, I'm gonna jinx it- just get ready."

Leon added with a chuckle and you walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

Without much care, you took a shower and wrapped your body in a towel, shaking the excess water from your hair, and you realized you didn't bring clothes with you.

Sighing, you prepared your lungs, "Leon!" The blond man just groaned in response, "Could you hand me my bag?"

You just heard the sound of the bed squeaking under his weight before the quiet sounds of his footsteps got close to the door, a few knocks on the wood letting you know Leon was right there.

"Thank you! What would I do without you?!" You exclaimed dramatically, opening the door enough to fetch your bag.

Leon just sighed, a smirk on his face, and went back to sit on the bed, watching tv while he waited for you.

You looked around your bag, grabbing a black sports bra and a black boxer to put on your body. All the time you avoided looking in the mirror, because otherwise you were gonna worry about your body... And you hated that. You didn't come here to look pretty.

You came here for the free food. And that is it. Well... Maybe the alcohol too. You were probably gonna be the only "female-bodied" person not wearing a stupid sundress. Nothing against them, but there's other clothing in the world to wear to the beach.

Ugh, the beach. The main reason why you didn't wanna come all the way here, if there was something you hated, was the fucking beach. But meh, you were already here so might as well.

You put on a tank top, a zip-up hoodie, and black jeans, deciding if you should wear your Converse or boots... Decisions, decisions~.

You walked out of the bathroom and you heard Leon snort, making you look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Something funny, Kennedy?" You definitely sounded like a teacher but you didn't care, you were trying not to smile as you saw him holding his laugh back.

"You're gonna attend a wedding... Dressed like that? Damn, that's why you're my best friend." You looked down at yourself, not really seeing anything wrong with what you were wearing... Maybe a sweater would look better rather than a hoodie... No! It's the beach! And it's warm outside! It'll be fine.

"Well, you don't look too dressed up either, Mr.Scott," and now you were using the middle name. Sometimes Leon wondered how he met someone so funny and kind like you, you were one of a kind, no doubt about that, "Anygay- we should go now."

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Walking out to the beach was already exhausting, more so mentally than physically. You could already see your cousins and aunts talking amongst each other, other ladies that you didn't recognize so you guessed they were your relatives' friends. You walked closer enough to get their attention and you instantly heard the teen girls sneaker when they saw you.

Oh~ here we go~ little insecure girls that try and make others feel bad about their appearance just to feel better about themselves...

You were already hating being here and you haven't even talked to anyone yet. You would rather keep it that way but-!

Your annoying aunt was coming your way. That annoying aunt that does not know what personal space means and loves to gossip about everyone's lives.

Thankfully, they hadn't seen Leon yet, he had to go back to the car to get his sunglasses.

You frowned as you watched your aunt approach you, rolling your eyes and keeping your hands in your pockets when she hugged you.

"Oh my~ look at you, you're such a beautiful lady now! You've grown to be a gorgeous woman, sweetie," there comes the expression of disgust, what part if you was a "beautiful lady" and/or "gorgeous woman"? Did she not see how you were dressed?

Your hair was still wet, no makeup on, no painted nails, and dressed as if you were going to the store and just put clothes over your pajamas... You definitely weren't the lady she claimed you were. And you liked that, otherwise she was gonna start with the-

"And~? Did you get a boyfriend yet?" -There it is.

You sighed and walked past her, heading to one of the empty tables at the back, but she held your arm and dragged you to the table she was sitting at. Well, at least you could see the buffet from where you were.

"I don't have a boyfriend, aunt," the giggling on the teenagers came back and you were so pissed. You would actually leave the next time they do that.

"But- you said you had a partner," you looked at her as if it was obvious.

"Yeah, for this," you nodded your head toward the empty altar, "I'm not interested in dating."

With that, your aunt frowned, perplexed at your words.

"You would never have kids with that attitude, miss, you have to settle down someday," oh, well now she was getting on your nerves.

You turned toward her with your jaw clenched and a fake smile on your face. You were about to tell her off when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Sorry I took so long, had to help an old lady cross the street," you looked back and up, Leon making a good job at blocking the sun from your eyes.

"About time," you said with fake sarcasm, making him let out a fake laugh and nudging you a bit, "Well," you stood up from the table and grabbed Leon's wrist, "We're gonna go to our seats now."

You didn't miss the way every woman, young or old, stared at Leon when he made himself known to them, and when you sat down on the table at the back, you could feel glares on the back of your head, making you feel rather uncomfortable.

"Damn, I hate it here," you groaned, feeling the heat of the sun on your skin, making you sweat. At least you had the shadow of a three for now.

[trentslfcc]

Eye to eye 2

Chapter 16🤍

Warnings: 2 smuts (18+)

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Trent was pushing the double baby buggy through the airport, making his way to the arrivals section so that he could wait for Ella and Jaida to walk through. His girlfriend had teased him last night with pictures that he added straight to his folder filled with naughty videos and pictures of both them or just of Ella. She found it thrilling that he had such a thing as it emphasised how much he only loved her and no one else. Ella was also flattered about it. Only he was allowed to see her like that. Tayah had been in a bad mood this morning. Maybe it was down to the fact that Trent left early so that he could get there on time. Tahj was still sleepy on his side of the stroller, enjoying his slumber. However, both their behaviours would change when they saw their mum arriving through the doors.

"Hi my lovelies." Ella bent down so that she could give them both kisses on their little heads. Due to this being the longest she had been apart from them, they immediately wanted to be in her arms, which she understood, doing what they wished. "Mama missed you so much." Tayah was trying to reach her arm higher so that she could play with Ella's hair while Tahj felt comfortable in her other arm, being held by his closest relative. "Hi baby." She turned to Trent to give him a little peck on the lips.

"You okay gorgeous?" He smiled after they both pulled away. Ella simply nodded as a response to his question before he went to give Jaida a quick hug. She was practically his sister now, being Ella's best friend and Jude potential partner.

"Can we go eat?" Jaida was extremely shattered, haven woken up early to catch this flight and not haven eaten anything. Ella felt the same but she felt better after seeing her babies and Trent.

"Yeah, I'm hungry." Ella agreed, putting Tahj and Tayah back in their shared buggy. To be honest Trent was hungry too so they left the airport with food completely on their mind and their stomachs growling.

"Where do you guys want to go?" Trent questioned ask her pushed the stroller with Ella's arm linked to his. They were almost near the car now.

"You chose." Ella answered. He knew that asking Ella where she wanted to eat always led to a while of thinking as she could never decide.

"Right. We're both indecisive." Jaida responded truthfully. They had now reached the car where Jaida helped Ella strap the babies in their baby seats before Jaida sat at the back with them and Ella joined Trent at the front, being the passenger princess as always while he drove.

He had chosen to take them to a breakfast place which he had previously gone to with his brothers in the past. During the drive there, Trent had his hand on Ella's thigh, as usual, while Jaida played with the babies in the back, fulfilling her auntie and Godmother duties. When they arrived at the restaurant, Trent made sure to get the baby chairs for the twins so that they could join them. It was definitely a peaceful morning to say the least. Jaida decided to get something simple as Trent and Ella shared their food because it came in a big portion. He was glad to finally have Ella back after the three days which had felt like an eternity to him. It had been strange to not have her around the house, but that wouldn't be an issue anymore. To their surprise, the babies remained calm the whole time they were at the restaurant. Normally they would be crying and making a fuss, but maybe it was having their mother back that made them behave better. Having Tahj and Tayah there made Jaida feel less like a third wheel. Her and Jude had put Ella through that lately so it was her turn again. After they had all finished eating, Trent called up the waiter so that he could pay for all of them. It was funny how Ella never had to pay whenever she was with him. He always did that.

After an hour, they had dropped Jaida home and then returned back to theirs. It was midday now so the family had all the time in the world to spend time together. They used that time to watch movies and enjoy each other's company. Trent and Ella each had a baby in their arms as they were cuddled up on the couch. It was moments like these that they would never take for granted. Others would gush about how perfect their little family was and honestly both of them felt the same. They were in complete bliss.

"The babies are still tired." Trent chuckled as he could see both of them falling asleep individually. They had been woken up before their normal time so he understood. He also wanted to use this time to spend some alone time with Ella. How perfect. With the babies asleep all the way upstairs and with him and her downstairs, everything would work out. Plus, Tahj and Tayah were loud enough to alert their parents if there was anything. He loved the twins more than anything in the whole entire universe, but this was the perfect moment. "We should put them in their crib."

"Yeah, they look so sleepy." She was giggling aswell, seeing how adorable they were. She wasn't getting the hint that Trent wanted her to himself, until she looked over at him and saw his begging eyes, calling out for her to be alone with him after a while of not having her. "Baby.." She continued snickering.

"I missed you." He concentrated on her beauty. The way her brown, alluring and gentle eyes brought out her enchanting facial features. The way her dilated pupils indicated how much she loved him. The way her cheekbones were soft but defined at the same time. She was the most extravagant woman in his life.

"I missed you too. Don't worry, I'll take them upstairs. They're falling asleep anyway." Ella did as she said, standing up and heading upstairs to drop them off in their nursery. "Sleep well my loves." Their eyes were fully shut now, meaning that they were in dreamland. She then kissed them one by one on the foreheads before going back downstairs to be with her man. "Look, now you have me all to yourself." Ella walked towards the kitchen so that she could get water as Trent followed her in there and got behind her.

Ella began teasing him, backing her butt up on him so that it was touching his cock and moving it to make him take her. When Ella was horny, she would show him in the sexiest ways which turned him on aswell. She could be very freaky and Trent considered himself lucky when she was. Before having the babies, Trent and Ella would have sex a lot, and as much as they loved doing it, they were now to do it less often. That's not to say that they weren't still doing it more than the average couple. Now that Ella was home, it was going to go down. She loved her man and he loved his woman, wanting to feel each other's bodies.

"You want it beautiful?" Trent asked, placing his hands around her waist before kissing her neck to give her hickeys. The atmosphere they had created was one filled with passion and love.

"Yes baby." She uttered out, causing Trent to turn her around and connect his lips to hers sensually. You couldn't say that he hadn't waited for this moment.

"Come on." He told her, being madly in love with the woman in front of him. He was now holding her in his arms while her legs were wrapped around his torso. "Let me take you to the couch." And he was eventually going to take her on the couch aswell. When he had reached their living room, he gently set her down on the comfortable piece of furniture. Ella was below him, letting her body be guided by his as they continued to make out. Carefully, he moved her leggings down to her ankles, going down to kiss her neck again. "You like when I kiss your neck princess?" He asked her rhetorically. He already knew the answer.

He continued to kiss her until she let out a soft moan, wrapping her arms around him. He was so erotic. After he heard the sound she made, he pushed her panties to the side and began rubbing her clit in a circular motion. Ella's heart was racing as she could feel how good his finger felt on her. More moans escaped her mouth, causing him to go faster and faster.

"Trent.." Ella managed to let out in his hear. She was so wet, he hadn't even put his cock inside her yet and she was already dripping like candy paint. He took that as an opportunity to tease her entrance with his fingers, wanting her to feel even better. "Please babyy..." She begged him to put them inside her.

"There you go princess." He did as she wanted him to, slowly sliding his fingers inside of her. Ella gasped at the action he had committed even though she was expecting it. Her moans got louder, but she knew that she couldn't be too loud because of the twins sleeping upstairs. He loved watching her squirm under him as it fulled his energy for what was to come next. "Feel my fingers inside you." Trent quickened the pace at which he was moving his fingers making her close to finishing. It became apparent to him when he felt her walls clench around him. He knew her body very well. He was so hard, he just wanted to fuck her. They had only been together for 1 year and 2 months, but it was as if they had been together for 5 years. Immediately pulling his fingers out, Ella already knew what was coming now so she slightly lifted her legs which Trent held back.

Ella gasped again once he slipped his cock inside her aching pussy. Her instantly placed his hands around her waist so that he couldn't move in and out of her faster. She was trying her best to not let out the loudest pornagraphic moans, feeling how fantastic his big dick felt inside her, stretching her out. After about a minute of this action, he was able to reach her g-spot, repeatedly hitting it with every thrust. He was amazing at this everytime.

"No one can fuck you the way I do baby." He manage to say before passionately kissing Ella. She very much agreed with what he had just said but she couldn't verbally respond even if she tried. He continued to pound into her, as she was getting closer and closer to the finish line and as was he. "I love you so much princess."

"I-mmmm." She couldn't let a word out, until she used up all her brain power to do so. She was nearly on the verge. "I- love you-u."

"You gonna cum for me?" He questioned her as her groaned out, trying his best to wait for her to orgasm so they could do it at the same time. She let out a louder moan than her previous ones which he presumed as a 'yes' to his question. "Let it out for me beautiful." Was the last thing he said before they both came together. They always had the best sex, it was impossible for them to have a bad or okay session. Trent and Ella carried on until they had nothing left in them for the time being. "That was amazing baby." He kissed her gorgeous lips again, as she was still laying down, calming her self down and collecting her breath. Trent couldn't help but chuckle at his precious but seductive girlfriend. She didn't get that water after all, but she definitely had juice.

The couple went to clean themselves up, going to pee after Trent helped Ella put her clothes back on. They then proceeded to cuddle on the couch for a bit longer, contentment striking them. It was the most comforting thing.

"We should go on a date." Trent suggested, having his arms wrapped around her as they watched Harry Potter. He loved those films so much, always watching them with Aaron when they got the chance. He practically knew the words by heart.

"Not you asking me out on a date-" Ella smiled as she blushed softly. They hadn't been on a date in a long while so it was definitely something she was looking forward to. "We should."

"Should we go tomorrow night?" He asked, looking at her with loving eyes and continuing to relish in her embrace and presence. "But we can't stay out late because of the babies."

"I loved to." She agreed to the date. She was excited to spend more time with Trent alone and of course the babies would have them both when they would be back. "I'll ask my dad to come over and watch the twins."

"Okay gorgeous." After Trent had finished his words, the sound of their children calling out for them was heard clearly. Ella then made her way upstairs so that she could feed them and bring them downstairs.

The rest of the day was silent as the family just enjoyed each other. Trent's three favourite people clung to him and cuddled him the whole time. It was now confirmed that Tahj and Tayah were so clingy because Ella was. It was the best thing in the whole wide world. Trent couldn't wish for anybody else to spend the rest of his life with other than Ella. He wanted to marry her and have another child in the next couple of years. He wanted to be able to call her his wife so badly. It was inevitable that they would get married one day though so he would just have to seek out the perfect opportunity to propose to her, but that would be in a few months to a year, not wanting to rush too quickly. When the night time approached and the babies fell asleep again, Ella and Trent brought them both upstairs so that they could get their sleep, kissing them both on their foreheads and whispering 'goodnight'. They then got on with their night time routines, getting ready for bed. Once they had finished, they got in bed as Trent watched videos on his phone and Ella couldn't manage to close her eyes because she was so horny. Again.

Ella began kissing Trent's neck, leaving a hickey on him as she did so. She didn't know what had come over her but she wanted his hands all over her and she wanted his cock inside of her. Trent couldn't help but close his eyes, feeling the love his girlfriend was giving him and wanting to enjoy the moment. Wanting to feel him, she placed herself on his lap, facing him while continuing with the neck kisses before he spoke.

"Baby, you're so sexy." He commented smirking slightly. Ella began to grind on him, rocking her hips back and forth which felt so good as her clit moved up and down and so did his dick. Trent's head rolled back feeling the pleasure, both of them moaning but not wanting to be loud. "Keep going for me." He commanded before bringing her face to his so that he could kiss her. Their lips moved in perfect unison and Ella quickened her pace on his lap a little. The kiss caused them both to have butterflies as usual, emphasising how in love they were. Ella was the one to roll her head back as he wrapped his hand around her neck, making her also bite her lip. She loved it when he choked her, it always made her so wet. When their lips connected again, it didn't take long before she bit his lip sensually. Their make out session was definitely intense and passionate. "I love you beautiful."

"I love you so much." Ella needed him so badly. She needed to feel his cock throbbing inside her. He needed her pussy. "Fuck, I need your dick daddy."

"Get on your stomach baby. Ass up." He ordered her before she did as she was told. Ella was waiting for him, with her throbbing pussy dripping. "Good girl." He slapped her ass, making her moan.

"Please daddy." She looked back at him desperately, moving her ass a little to indicate how badly she was aching for it. Something about the way she said 'daddy' always made him feel as though he was in control. He felt on top of the world whenever that word came out of her mouth.

"Be patient for me princess, daddy's gonna give you what you want, I promise." Trent was stroking his cock looking at Ella. It's not that he was trying to get it hard or harder because it had been from the beginning, it's that she looked so beyond sexy that he couldn't help himself. As soon as she had gotten in that position, he needed to touch himself before putting it in because she drove him crazy. He needed to look at her. "Touch yourself for me." Ella complied immediately, staying in her position and reaching her hand under her stomach to rub her clit so that he could see everything clearly. Her ass in the air as he watched her play with her dripping wet pussy was so erotic. She was moaning his name and letting out the best moans. "You're the most sexiest fucking woman ever. Fuck." His strokes became faster and his dick needed her desperately.

"Mmm- I'm gonna cum daddy. Please fuck me, I need you." She pleaded before he got behind her and placed his hand around her waist, lining himself up with her entrance with the other. A gasp escaped Ella's mouth as he smashed into her for the second time today. It was taking everything for her not to moan out loudly.

"Don't be too loud baby, you know what time it is." He spoke as he carried on pounding inside of her. "Everything about you is beautiful. Your face, your personality, your body, your pussy, your ass. Fuck. Mm- you feel so good." His eyes were rolling back. Ella was in complete ecstasy beneath him as his big cock drilled into her. "You have the best fucking pussy. Fucked you twice today and I'd fuck you ten times more. I'm so in love you with you." He had reached her g-spot while he grabbed her tit with his hand. He felt himself getting closer.

"Daddy-" After a while, Trent could feel himself and Ella were about to orgasm as her walls clenched around him.

"Cum for me beautiful." He told her, which Ella did at the same time as him causing them to ride out the orgasms until they were empty. "Fuck, that was good."

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Chapter 17

Okay, so this chapter was a bit on the boring side but I PROMISE the next chapter is better and you guys will definitely love it. Chapter 17 is my longest one so I hope you guys enjoy. It is always out with this one x🤍

[v3nusxsky]

pretty pleaseee the fluffiest agere mommy Larissa fic

reader is a witch and has trouble sleeping and larissa helps her partner

love your work!! 💜

Sleepy little witch| Agere

*Authors note~ Agere has my heart honestly I love it so much I have a 3 hour journey so I'm gonna try smash through requests*

Trigger Warnings~ little r cg Larissa r insomnia rough past for r

Prompt~see ask^^^^

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When you are sleep deprived your regression became more of a necessity. Your past meant your sleep was often plagued by horrid memories and trauma of everything you went through. Larissa Weems, your girlfriend was aware of what happened to you. Witches were almost treated just as badly as shapeshifters in the outcast world. There was differences in what you went through but your case was certainly unique. You were taken as a child, taken to dark room, an asylum for witches, were you were abused and tested on until you managed to get free at eighteen. Alone and frightened with no sense of who you are or what the outside life was like. All you knew is pain and danger. So finding Nevermore took adjustment.

Larissa saw your hesitancy with others but you were amazing with the students, kind and gentle and your knowledge of h your powers meant you were a suitable candidate to take up the potion teacher position. In return Larissa promised to help you learn and grow and keep yourself safe. Nevermore is as safe as it gets for Outcasts. Of course you accepted her offer and she taught you all the things you didn't know. Your regular meetings led to you shyly asking Larissa about Wednesdays and Enid's relationship and if it was normal. Of course Larissa confirmed that and that was how you ended up with your first kiss.

That kiss led to your relationship and the current situation you were in. You hadn't slept in a while due to the reoccurring nightmares, the anniversary of your capture was approaching, which you only worked out thanks to Larissa, so it was effecting you. You couldn't do anything than wonder aimlessly to Larissa's office where she was working. You couldn't help but rub at your eyes in an attempt to take the stinging away. Knocking twice on her big mahogany door, you tiptoed into her office. Immediately met with her sky blue eyes. "Momma."

Your desperate whimper indicated you'd successfully slipped caught the blonde's attention. "Hi baby girl, how's momma's favourite little witch doing?" She murmured coming to hold you in her capable arms. "Mm so tired mommy, just wan sleepy now" you whined showing just how unhappy you were about the situation. "Oh no, has mommy got a sleepy little witch?" She feigned a gasp despite knowing how exhausted you'd been recently. After all little you didn't know that. "Mm'hm" you sighed nuzzling into the blonde. "Well then my little witch shall we go lay in mommys bed? Would that make my gorgeous girl happy?"

After receiving your nod of approval the blonde carried you bridal style before placing you against the pillows and joining you in bed. Even in your exhausted state you still wriggled close to the principal, clinging to the blonde woman as if she was your life line. "My baby, it's okay sleepy little witch, you gets some rest okay darling? Momma is right here no one can take my special witch away" she reassured with a hand gently scratching at your scalp, lulling you into a slumber where you finally felt safe.

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