#and we took turns putting him to bed and when it was my turn I got to sing him every song I knew

[ateezscupid]

─── FEB FILTH FEST: Swim - ROUGH ♡

SUMMARY / Your husband comes home angry, so you let him take it out on you.

warnings ✩ SMUT, DOM/SUB dynamics, established relationship (you're married with kids), hard!dom seonghwa, fem!reader, sub!reader, light masochism & sadism, degradation, daddy kink, choking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, reader is left with bruises, SAFEWORDS!!

word count ✩ 2,64k

tags ✩ @desirehorizon @tangerineastronaut @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @bbdeongi @dawn-iscozy @xh01bri @mallielovssyou @clxssy1997 @soreberry @nopension @kitten4sannie @faeriehwas @kitten4sannie

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST / FEB FILTH FEST

The door slammed shut with a bang, the sound echoing through the otherwise quiet house. You paused, your hand hovering over the half-folded laundry. The vibration of the slam traveled through the wooden floorboards and up your spine, setting your nerves on edge. You knew that tone.

"Hwa? Is that you?" you put the laundry into the basket in front of you and carry it out of the bedroom, the scent of fresh fabric softener a stark contrast to the tension in the air.

"Mhm." he answered dryly, slamming his bag on the ground. You could see his shoulders tense from the kitchen doorway. The light from the setting sun cast an orange glow over him, highlighting his furrowed brow and clenched fists.

"Oh," you sit the basket on the ground and push it toward the wall, walking over and running a hand along his chest. "What happened, baby?"

He sighs, his body language speaking volumes. "It was a bad day at work. The boss was on my back, deadlines everywhere. I couldn't catch a break."

"I'm sorry." you caress his cheek, feeling the stubble scrape against your palm. His eyes, usually a soft brown, were now cold and distant. "Do you want to talk about it?"

He shook his head. "No, talking about it won't change a thing." His jaw was set in a firm line, his voice laced with frustration. You knew this wasn't just about work. It was about feeling powerless, about the weight of the world pressing down on him. You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his waist, hoping to offer some comfort, but he remained stiff.

"Well," you sigh. "Is there anything else you think could help?"

He turns to face you, his eyes searching your own. For a moment, you hold your breath, waiting for his response. His hand comes up to rest on your shoulder, and his grip tightens. "I just need to let it out," he says, his voice low and gruff. You can see the storm clouds gathering in his gaze, and you know what he means.

You tilt your head. "Yeah?" you pull at the buttons on his shirt. "How do you want to do that?"

His eyes drop to your neck, his gaze intense. "I want to take it out on you."

You bite your lip. This wasn't new, but it still made your heart race. "You can,"

He smirked and gently ran his fingers through your hair, tilting your face up to meet his. "But you have to be a good girl and do exactly as I say, okay?"

You nodded, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. This was the dynamic you'd agreed to, the one that gave him relief and you a sense of purpose. It had started out as a way to ease his stress, but over time, it had grown into something more, a part of your lives you kept hidden from the outside world.

He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "Take your shirt off." His voice was firm but not harsh, and you obeyed, letting the fabric fall to the floor. His eyes roved over your body, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as his gaze grew hungry. You knew he wasn't seeing you as his wife anymore, but as a canvas for his anger and frustration.

You stepped closer, pressing yourself against him. His hands slid down your back, and his fingers dug into your skin, the pain sending a thrill through your body. You liked this side of him, liked the way he took control when he needed to. You craved it, even though you knew it wasn't healthy.

"Wait-" you squeak out. "The bed. We should go to the bedroom." You didn't want the neighbors to hear, and the last thing you needed was your kids walking in on this scene.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. You both knew the routine by heart. The living room was off-limits, the bedroom was the only place where this part of your relationship unfolded. He took your hand, leading you down the hallway, his grip tight enough to leave an imprint.

He walked into the bedroom and threw you onto the bed, kicking the door closed behind him. The mattress bounced under your weight, and you landed with a gasp. He towered over you, his eyes dark with the need to dominate. You felt the heat between your legs, the anticipation building. This was what he needed, what you both needed.

Without a word, he started to unbuckle his belt. The sound was like a gun cocking in the quiet room, and your heart hammered in your chest. You lay there, your eyes locked on his, as he slid the leather through the loops. The belt came free with a snap, and he held it up, the metal gleaming in the soft light.

"You remember what I said before?" His voice was a low growl, the kind that made your knees tremble. You nodded, your eyes never leaving the belt. "Then what did I say."

"You said I should do exactly as you tell me." You whispered, your voice shaking slightly.

He nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Good girl." He approached the bed, the belt swinging from his hand. "Take off the rest of your clothes."

You complied, your hands shaking as you unzipped your jeans and slid them off, along with your panties. He watched with a mix of anger and desire, his eyes raking over your naked body. The cool air of the room made your skin pebble with goosebumps, but the heat of his gaze kept you warm. You felt exposed and vulnerable, but also incredibly turned on.

He steps closer angrily, his breathing heavy, and you can see the rage in his eyes, but also the arousal. He's looking at you like he wants to devour you whole. You lie there, trembling slightly, your eyes on the belt. You know it's going to sting, but you also know that the pain will bring him the release he craves, and with it, the peace that follows.

He grabs you by the neck and lifts you off the bed, his grip tight but not choking. You stand before him, naked and trembling, as he takes a moment to appreciate the sight of your body. His hand slides down your throat to your chest, squeezing a breast, his thumb circling your hardened nipple. You gasp, your eyes fluttering closed.

"The prettiest little whore," he murmured, his voice a mix of anger and desire. He threw you back onto the bed, the mattress squeaking in protest. You bounced and landed with a gasp, your body ready for his wrath.

"Spread your legs," he commands, and you obey, feeling the coldness of the sheets against your thighs. He climbs onto the bed, straddling you, the belt now lying on the bedside table. His weight pins you down, and you can feel his erection pressing against your stomach. He runs his hand down your body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His touch is rough, but it doesn't scare you. You know he won't go too far.

He reaches between your legs, his fingers sliding through your wetness. You moan, arching your back. His eyes narrow, and he smirks. "So eager," he says, his voice thick with lust. He withdraws his hand and brings it up to his mouth, tasting you. The sight sends a bolt of arousal straight to your core.

"H-Hwa, just-" he immediately pressed his hand against your neck, his other slapping you across the cheek.

"What's my name?" he growled, his hand tightening around your throat. The pressure was just enough to cut off your breath, but not enough to make you pass out. You knew the rules, knew the power dynamics at play. You swallowed hard.

"Daddy," you whispered, your voice hoarse. It was the trigger word, the one that flipped the switch in him from your husband to the dominant figure you both needed in these moments. His eyes darkened further, his hand moving from your neck to squeeze your breast, his thumb pinching the nipple until you gasped.

Suddenly, he flipped you over and grabbed your arms, pinning them to your back. You felt the mattress shift beneath you as he straddled your hips, the weight of him pressing down on you. You could feel your heart racing, the anticipation making you wetter. He brought his hand down in a sharp crack across your ass, and you yelped, your body jolting. The pain was immediate, a searing heat that radiated from the point of impact.

"My bitch," he pushes his boxers down. "Treating you like a fucking cumdump and yet you're soaking wet for it," His coarse words sting but the pain is quickly overshadowed by the thrill of his touch as he enters you, hard and fast, without any preamble. You bite the pillow to muffle your cries, your body adjusting to the sudden intrusion. Each thrust is a punishment for your earlier transgression, each one driving the tension deeper into your soul.

He grabs a handful of your hair and pushes your face into the pillow, keeping your hips raised. His thrusts are punishing, his anger and frustration manifesting in the power behind each stroke. You can feel him taking his anger out on you, using your body as an outlet for the rage that's been festering inside him all day. And despite the pain, you find yourself craving more, needing the release that only comes with his dominance.

His hand connected with your ass once again, the sound echoing in the room. You moaned into the pillow, the sting mixing with the pleasure of his rough penetration. Each slap sent waves of heat through your body, heightening your arousal.

"Fucking bitch," he muttered, his hair sticking to his sweat covered forehead. "God, your pussy feels so good. Fits me just perfectly." His words were a mix of anger and lust, and they only served to make you wetter. You pushed back against him, meeting his punishing strokes with your own desperation.

He reached down and slapped your ass again, the sound ringing through the room. You gasped, the pain a sweet symphony that only served to fuel your desire. His grip tightened in your hair, and he pulled your head back, forcing you to look at him. "You like that, don't you?" His eyes searched yours, looking for the truth. You nodded, unable to form words around the pillow.

"When I ask you something, answer me." he growled. He let go of your hair and grabbed your neck, squeezing just hard enough to make your eyes water. "Do you like it when Daddy punishes you?"

"Y-Yes-!" you gasp, your voice muffled by the pillow. The pressure on your neck sends a fresh wave of arousal through your body, and you push back against him, your ass meeting his thighs with a smack. He grunts in approval, his strokes becoming more erratic, more intense. You can feel him losing control, his movements growing sloppier as his anger turns to passion.

"Yeah, baby. You're such a fucking whore," he chuckles, groaning after. "Letting me take your pretty little pussy like this. Like you're made just for me to use." He slaps your ass again, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the room. You moan louder, your body begging for more.

He slams into you harder, the sound of his hips smacking against your skin filling the space between your cries. The pain is a sweet release for both of you, a dance of dominance and submission that you've both come to crave. You feel his cock stretching you, filling you completely, the friction of each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through your core.

He lifted your head by the neck once again, forcing you to look at him as he thrust into you. "You're going to take all of it, aren't you?" His voice was strained, the veins in his neck standing out as he neared his climax. You nodded, your eyes glazed over with desire. The pain in your ass from the belt and the pressure on your throat melded with the fullness inside you, creating a symphony of sensations that had you on the edge.

"You're going to come with me, baby, okay?" His voice was a mix of a question and a command. You nodded again, your eyes pleading. He reached around and began to rub your clit, the pressure building. You could feel his orgasm approaching, his grip on your neck tightening.

With a final slap to your ass, he releases your throat. You gulp in air, the oxygen rushing to your head. "Now," he grunts, his hand moving faster. You can feel yourself climbing towards the edge, your muscles tensing. He slaps your ass once more, the sting pushing you over. You scream into the pillow, your body convulsing as your orgasm rips through you.

"Yeah, let it out, bitch." His voice was a harsh whisper, his breath hot and ragged against your ear. His hand on your neck tightened, his other hand still rubbing your clit in a relentless rhythm. You felt his cock swell inside you, the head of it hitting your g-spot with each punishing thrust. The pressure grew unbearable, your orgasm building like a volcano ready to erupt.

"D-Daddy, I'm-" You gasped out, your body tightening around him.

"Come for Daddy," he growled, his hips slamming into yours. "Come now."

You felt your orgasm crest, your pussy clenching around his thick cock. A scream tore from your throat, muffled by the pillow. Your body arched off the bed, your toes curling as waves of pleasure washed over you. His hand squeezed your neck, and you felt his cock pulse inside you, hot cum filling you up. He grunted, his muscles tensing as he emptied himself into you, the warmth of his release mixing with the sticky wetness of your own climax.

"Yeah…" he panted, grabbing a handful of your hair with his other hand still rubbing small circles over your clit.

"V-Vanilla…" you whispered your safe word, the word that signaled the end of the scene. It was the only time you ever used it, when it was all too much, when the pain overwhelmed the pleasure. His movements stopped abruptly, his body tensing for a moment before he rolled off of you, his eyes searching your face for any sign of distress.

"It's okay, you're okay." he pushes your hair out of your face, his eyes softening from their earlier ferocity. You take deep breaths, feeling your body slowly come down from the intense high. The sting in your neck and ass starts to fade, leaving behind a warm glow of satisfaction. You roll over onto your side, curling up into a ball.

"Jesus, I bruised you." he mumbled. You glanced at the bruises on your skin and giggle slightly. It's part of the deal. You liked the marks, the evidence of his power over you. "You okay?" he asks, his voice filled with concern.

You nod, still panting. "Yeah. That was… intense," you murmur, your voice still shaky. You felt a mix of relief and exhaustion wash over you. The anger that had been brewing inside him was now gone, replaced by a gentle tenderness as he brushed your hair out of your face and kissed your forehead.

"I'll start your bath," he said softly, getting off the bed and walking towards the en suite bathroom. You watched his naked form as he disappeared into the steam, his footsteps heavy on the wooden floorboards. The sound of running water filled the room, the scent of your favorite lavender bath salts soon mingling with the sweat and sex in the air.

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sinful sentences (six)

franco colapinto - "how do you like that?"

tags: smut/pwp, phone/facetime sex, mutual masturbation, voice kink, dirty talk

sinful sentences catalogue

weeks apart, you have been apart for weeks. while formula one had been a blessing to franco, it had be a source of personal hell for you. while his karting career meant he was away a lot, at least the schedule allowed you to visit him more often. but with you wrapped up in your own academic work, you had been without the touch of your lover for close to four weeks now.

and things were getting dire for you. you missed sleepy mornings together, you missed the good luck kisses, you missed his jokes and his laugh. you missed the smell of him after a shower (sometimes after a work out) - he was such an important part of your life that without it everything felt grayer.

you tried to keep a positive outlook though, you cheered him on and watched every race. you were his number on fan on top of being his lover. but you could only masturbate so many times with your face in his pillow before you started to get cramps in your hands.

but a small saving grace came when you got a text message from franco asking if you wanted to facetime - "i miss you, my love. i want to see your face once more!"

you were both sexually needy. franco wanted you and casual catch-up turned into him without his shirt on and his hand grasped around his cock in his sweatpants. his breathing heavy as he positioned his phone up against some pillows. to eye you with heat while he pleasured himself.

you did the same before you kicked off your sweatpants and took off your (formerly his) t-shirt. he caught sight of your breasts and gripped his cock a little tighter to off-set the throb of erection. you drove him crazy, you were something else entirely. that was why he wanted you so badly, why he craved for you the way someone craved food or water. your pretty tits were a life source for him.

"i wish you were here right now. i wish i was back home in your bed. does it still smell like me, angel? you know i have one of your sweaters, sadly it accidentally got covered in cum. but when i get home, i'm going to put it on you and fuck you right up against your dresser until all those little toys fall off." his voice was heavy with lust, his breathing was heavy as he got his cock out of his sweatpants. he couldn't take anymore. not while you looked so beautiful for him.

"i miss you franco." you said softly, "i'm so proud of you, but i miss our time together. i want you, fuck. anyway i can have you, i just need you, honey." you started to rub your achy clit, your wetness got all over the fabric of your panties and seeped through onto your hand.

the feeling was intense as you two started to pleasure yourselves. franco's phone fell over once and he was quick to move it back as he stroked his cock quickly. pleasure zapped through your bodies, even so much space between you two, you felt the connectivity between you two. the closeness you shared as you masturbated together.

"i missed you too." he groaned, "every day we are apart, it feels like days upon days. i missed you, i missed our home. i miss the way you laugh and how you look when you are asleep. and i know that you think you look ugly when you sleep, but i love it. i love all of you." he groaned as he continued to pleasure himself. his hand fisted his cock as he felt the pleasure leap through his body.

he kept his eyes near glued to the screen by him, the sight of your hands in between your legs. you looked beautiful in a way that words failed him. the usual charming franco colapinto was at a loss for words in regards to your beauty. knowing that you were touching yourself because of him, that you couldn't deny yourself pleasure in regards to your lover.

"you'll be home soon, and when you come home, i'm going to make it special. because you've been working so hard, i miss you. but i'm so proud." you whimpered as you touched yourself further. you could feel the pleasure through your body the more you touched yourself, "i'll make our reunion special, babe. that's a promise." the words were filthy and he loved it, he loved you.

"i'll take care of you, my love." he said softly, "make up for lost time. you and i, you better buy enough groceries for two weeks because we won't be leaving the apartment." he chuckled lowly, "i want to remember every part of you while we are apart."

franco wanted to touch you. he wanted his strong hands up and down your body, he wanted to feel his lover under his touch. he wanted to hit your sweet spot, the spots you couldn't quite reach. he wanted to feel your climax and then kiss your heated skin once you came down from the high. he wanted everything, he was a lover in that way. the kind that wanted you in every capacity. just one of the funner ways was to fuck you.

facetime would just have to make due until he finally got his hands back on you. to see you on the screen masturbating did arouse him greatly. he tensed his grasp around his cock as he continued to let his mouth run with his affection towards you. "you look beautiful, even with that shit camera of your phone. but i know your body anywhere. look at your breasts, your pussy. that look on your face." he purred as he continued to stroke. he could feel the want in his body as he made the pleasure grow in his core.

"how do you like that?" you asked, near pathetic.

"my hand is nothing like you. but, i'll think about when i see you again. two more races and then i am all yours. just as you are mine, right?" he panted heavily as the pleasure raced through him further. he could feel the tension in his body from the intense feeling of it all. his heart hammered and he could feel it down to his feet.

"sweet talker."

he chuckled, "only for you, my love. only you make me act like this. when i'm with you, i lose control. even over a screen, i want you. fuck, i need you." he licked his lips as the pleasure continued to mount in his body. he stroked his cock heavier and let the pleasure wash over him. the thrill of want in his core only grew the more he touched himself. he switched up the pace every so often to keep the pleasure throbbing in his brain.

"i love you, franco." you groaned.

"and i love you." he replied. he watched you through half-lidded eyes as you brought yourself to climax. he said as you panted through climax, "when i come home, you'll get the real thing. i promise." there was a lust to his words that only emboldened you to continued to pleasure yourself through orgasm.

and it excite franco enough to finish as well. he came with a groan and tried to bite back his words getting too loud. williams didn't need to know what he was getting up to tonight. the pleasure washed over him as you teased your clit to the sight of him orgasming.

you soon both stopped your pace and laid out on your respective beds. you brought the phone closer to him and looked at his flushed expression. you giggled and made kissing noises towards the camera which made him laugh a little.

"a few more weeks, my love. then i am back home and i'm back in your arms." he smiled dreamily at you, "i'm thinking maybe, after the season, i can take some of the racing money and we can go somewhere for the holidays. i want to make up for all the time we're apart. what do you say?"

his gesture made your cheeks heat up a little bit. you replied as franco got a good look at your face on the screen, "make me finish harder than i just did. and i'll go anywhere with you."

"then, my love, i suggest you pack your bags." <3

[sojumamii]

༊·˚puppy love༊·˚

pt.1 pt.2

summary: After getting over the initial shock of Megumi's new look, the brainstorming begins!

tags: megumi x f!reader, crack, evil puppy, yaga has a hit on gojo's life,swearing. unedited.

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Part 2 is finaaaaally here! I’m so sorry this took so long, the beginning of 2025 has been quietly chaotic over here at sojumamii inc. I also kept changing my mind on how this chapter was going to go.

But fuck it we ball! I hope you guys really enjoy this chapter! I swear it that part 3 won’t take nearly as long to upload! Please let me know your thoughts and if you have any theories on Megumi’s little predicament! 

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"Wow. Oh my god." Shoko's tired eyes widen, her jaw dropped at the sight of three students (well four) and a small ball of fur in your arms.

"I had thought Gojo was kidding when he called, but Megumi's literally...a puppy...." she says blankly her mind unable to process the sight of the usually calm and collected Megumi now turned into a fluffy little dog. She chalked up Gojo's earlier phone call regarding Megumi's curse as just another one of his bad jokes or an elaborate way to waste her time. 

Yuji sheepishly rubs the back of head, chuckling nervously at the nurse's shocked gaze, being expressive isn't exactly something Shoko is known for.

You sigh offering the nurse a soft smile,"Trust me I wish he was, any way you can check him out?" you ask, gesturing to Megumi fast asleep in your arms.  

Shoko nods,"Hmm..I'm no veterinarian, but lets see. Set him down on the examining table." she states while pulling on her white lab coat.

Gently you lay Megumi's miniature body onto the infirmary bed, scratching at his head with your finger to wake him up,"Hey Gumi, you gotta wake up now we have to let Shoko check you out," you whisper soothingly.

Megumi's dark eyes flutter open at your coaxing, he looks at you with curiosity then sits up on all four legs, yawning cutely with an audible chirp. You coo unable to help finding him so cute as a puppy, especially sleepy and tiny.

"Fushiguro's actually cute as a little mutt when he's not being a yappy rat..." Nobara quips, pursing her lips at the pomeranian in question. Yuji nods but elbows the auburn haired girl nervously," Yeah he's adorable but careful he does bite remember.." making Nobara scoff and roll her eyes, muttering an ‘oh i wish he would' threateningly under her breath.

Shoko laughs at your antics, gently scooping Megumi with one hand up to her   chest and checking his heartbeat with the stethoscope she asks the million dollar question even you want to know,"So...how'd he end up like this?" 

You turn around to the disaster twins expectantly and raise an eyebrow urging them to answer the question.

"I also want to know, I told them to explain once they got here." 

Both students tense up and after a beat of silence, Nobara elbows Yuji, shoving him in front of her. He turns around with an aghast expression of betrayal on his boyish features.

"Thanks alot Kugisaki!" The pink haired boy whines his toned pointed and annoyed.

Both you and Shoko look at them impatiently, making Yuji sigh and clear his throat. Megumi is set down, sitting up on the bed and yips at his two friends as if saying,'stop fooling around!'

"So..." He begins,"We were dispatched on a mission to check out an abandoned pet store that had an intense amount of curses attracted to it, meaning obviously there was either an even stronger curse or cursed object they were drawn to." Yuji takes a deep breath,"And when it turned out to be a grade 1 curse we had to put up an extra fight-" Yuji huffs in exasperation,"It hit Kugisaki pretty hard so when I went to check on her it let out a pretty scary attack and Fushiguro over here jumped in front of it for us while his divine dog dealt the finishing blow and well....was cursed into a puppy..." Yuji trails off, eyeing Megumi's puffy body with a nervous smile.

You and Shoko sigh taking in the information. You lean down to get face to face with your boyfriend, raising an eyebrow your hands on your hips ,"Oh...so you're like this because you decided to play hero." scoffing you continue,"Serves you right, you could've just let totality tank the attack and then all three of you woulda been okay." you pick him up and look him in the eye,"tch...bad boy..." 

Megumi thrashes and grumbles, feeling embarrassed to be scolded by you not only in front of everyone...but literally being scolded like a dog.

"Do we know anything else about this curse?" Shoko inquires, observing Megumi in your arms.

Nobara shakes her head,"Not really no," she lets out a sigh,"All we know is that it was a grade 1 and lived in an abandoned pet store, its powers weren't documented. Gojo said he was going to see if Nanami or Yaga could get ahold of any more information. He didn’t even give us much information beforehand either.” she grumbles

Your expression changes into a more serious one,"So it's unknown if the curse has turned others into animals? It's odd that it didn't wear off once the curse got exorcised..." you trail off, unconsciously scratching Megumi's head, making his puffy tail wag furiously as he chases your touch.

Yuji snickers, quietly pointing at Megumi's tiny body going boneless in relaxation.

You look down and laugh at how natural he is as a puppy, cooing as you stroke his fur,"Well it doesn't seem like he minds being like this very much..." you quip. There's a soft bout of laughter in the room when Megumi whips his head back up, snapping back into reality when he feels eyes on him.

The puffy pomeranian jumps out of your arms onto the hospital bed, sneezing indignantly stomping his tiny paws in embarrassment and protest.

As you're about to tease him again, both Yaga and Nanami step into the threshold of the door knocking to announce themselves.

"My god Satoru wasn't joking-the boy's really a damn dog!" Yaga gasps in disbelief removing his sunglasses and rubbing his eyes harshly.

Nanami's breath hitches,"Fushiguro..? I presumed that idiot was just being as foolish as usual…but wow.” the ex-salaryman takes a few steps over to infirmary bed, leaning down to eye level with Megumi, inspecting him,”At the very least, is he alright?”

Megumi lets out a scrappy bark as an answer to his question, unintentionally rumbling in satisfaction when Nanami scratches his head. 

“Well he’s healthy and uninjured, and as you saw can understand us” Shoko affirms,”But my reversed curse technique won’t restore him back to normal.”

You look to the principal and Nanami,”Oh right, these two said Gojo was going to see if you guys knew anything about the curse or knew anything about it?” 

Yaga sighs in indignation,”When I dispatched that mission for the students I told Satoru everything we had regarding the curse and what had been happening. Either that fool forgot or didn’t care to warn any of you,” his tone is that of frustration, his eyes falling to Megumi, Yuji, and Nobara.

Nanami adds,” Ijichi and myself revisited the sight of the mission and talked to locals in the area to get more information.” he crosses his arms growing serious,”Apparently there have been multiple accounts of people suddenly being turned into puppies and haven’t changed back since.”

All of you gasp Megumi himself tensing up. To calm him down you scoop him into your arms and stroke his fur, your eyes regarding him with worry and empathy,”Oh Gumi…don’t worry…”

“Does that mean Fushiguro’s gonna be like this forever?! There’s gotta be something we can do?!” Yuji exclaims. Everyone looks to the poor puppy in your arms in deep concern.

“Will you all please calm down. You didn’t let me finish.” Nanami sighs,”The curse itself was born from spite and vengeance of...” he closes his eyes, tipping his head back from the ridiculousness of what he’s going to say.

“Nanami come on-“ you urge.

“A puppy.”

There’s a pause, the silence in the room is loud.

“A PUPPY?!” everyone yells in disbelief. 

Yaga confirms Nanami’s statement,”That’s correct and it’s PRECISELY what I told Satoru.”

“But how can that be? I thought only a human’s negative emotions could create a curse- how could a dog possibly feel so much it creates a curse?” you shriek, swiftly holding out Megumi to stare at his boxy little face.

Yaga takes a seat in one of the chairs massaging his temple,”Negative emotions are negative emotions regardless of who or what makes them. This puppy had a particular vitriol towards an employee who scolded it once, and also had a dislike towards other dogs that said employee praised and rewarded. Frankly I myself can’t wrap my head around it- nothing like this has ever been seen so far in sorcerer history…” he sighs in resigantion

Everyone is beyond bewildered, how can this be?

“I-I don’t even know what to think…that’s so bizarre…” Shoko stutters out, Nobara nodding in stunned agreement.

“So a curse was born from an anti-social grumpy and jealous puppy…it made a curse that turns people into puppies out of SPITE?” you belabor, under normal circumstances you’d laugh, the puppy sounds like Megumi’s  but it’s so ridiculous… and without any knowledge or hindsight not a single one of you can even know if it’s reversible. 

“It would seem so…” Nanami confirms, removing his sunglasses, looking at Megumi in your arms with tense concern. Said boy deflates,”A malevolent puppy is a rather farfetched idea..”

Yuji has stayed uncharacteristically quiet. Stuck in serene concentration in the corner of the room, he snaps his fingers perking up suddenly,”WAIT! I got it!”

You all look at him, some in confusion, others expectantly.

“The puppy didn’t get along with other dogs and people right? What if the answer to breaking the curse is getting along and making friends with them!”  the pink haired boy concludes with a sparkle of hope in his hazel eyes.

Nanami and Yaga think for a moment, you and Megumi stare at each other in a silent conversation.

“That’s the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard-“ Nobara interjects

“He may have a point.” You interrupt,”It makes a lot of sense actually, if the puppy was just mad it had no friends, it’s a very logical conclusion to come to.” you send a grateful sweet smile to your friend,”Thanks, Yuji. This a good place to start.” 

The adults in the room nod in agreement. It’s a sound theory, turn a malevolent puppy, into sweet and sociable? 

Yuji shyly rubs the back of his head, his face flushed an endearing red,”Ah. W-Well y-you know anything to help out Fushiguro, y’know?”

Megumi not liking the interaction ,lets out a low growl that you can feel in arms. He bares his teeth towards Yuji, making his best friend chuckle nervously. Waving his hands in panic Yuji rapidly defends himself with amusement,”Woah Fushiguro, down boy geez!”

You scoff fondly, covering Megumi’s little face with your palm,”Be nice. That’s what started this whole mess.” making said puppy thrash and grumble until he eventually placates himself.

“It’s a long shot and not guaranteed to change Fushiguro back, but it doesn’t hurt to try while we find something more concrete.”  Yaga gets up to stretch,”I trust you can play well with others Fushiguro, you three keep us posted. Shoko keep monitoring his health. Nanami and I will try to double check any records for similar cases.” Both sorcerers make their way out,”Oh and by the way, if you see Satoru, let him know my fist is waiting to meet him upside the head.”

All four of you chuckle amusedly, silently hoping you can get a front row seat to Gojo’s ass beating.

You hold Megumi up to look him mischievously in his large dark eyes,”Well well Guuuumi,” you say sing-songy,”Looks like the day I’ve been waiting for is finally here!”  Megumi grumbles with a whine, knowing exactly what you’re getting at.

‘Guuumi can I please put blush on you?! You’d look soo cuute!’

‘Gumi can I put on these hair clips on you!? They’re Baditzmaru! He looks just like you!’

‘Pleaaaase your lashes are so pretty, it would be a waste to not put on eye glitter!.

‘God damn it...’  Megumi thinks as he flashes back to all the times you’ve turned him into your personal doll, though 90% of the time he indulges you because he can’t resist the bright sparkle in your wide eyes, and the sweet pouty look on your face or the convincing lilt in your voice that tugs at his heartstrings. But now

Now you have completely free reign.

“You’re gonna be the cutest dog in the park! Everyone will be flocking to be your friend!” you beam, cooing as you press little kisses to his face. 

“You guys ready?” you turn to your friends with an excited determination.

Yuji and Nobara match your expression, pumping their fists in the air,”Operation turn Fushiguro is a go!” 

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ:

Requests are open!

Bye for now! <3 

tags: @kxllanxtdoor

[madangel19]

Feel free to disregard this request, I don’t know if they are still open, but if they are, can I ask for the ghouls and ghoulettes taking care of Copia after he comes down with a nasty fever.

Poor dude overworked himself with paperwork and etc and got reckless in taking care of himself.

The pack notice his health sink low and see him to the brink of passing out on the hall and so they take him to their den and nurse him back to health? Bet you they would take really good care of their Papa since he’s always looking after their own well being too! Every single ghoul wanting to have a turn in helping him

So yeah, if requests are still open, might we have that please? 🙏

My requests are always open, Anon!

This is a wonderful prompt! Poor Copia deserves to be taken care of by his ghouls, especially when he's really sick and his ghouls are more than willing to take care of their Papa

Word Count: 923

Copia rummaged through the bundle of papers in his arms, groaning as he turned a corner in the hall. He was exhausted, but there was work to be done. If he so much as took a break, then the paperwork would pile up and he would be up late for the fourth night in a row. It was tough, but it came with the new promotion to Frater. 

He sniffled when a foul odor hit his nose when he lifted his arms when readjusting the papers. How long had it been since he took a shower or even put on deodorant? He couldn’t find the answer, but it didn’t matter. He could shower later if he had the time. First, he had to get to his new office and look over everything. 

There was a faint chill in the air. He was being watched. He could see his ghouls watching him closely out of the corner of his eye but when he turned to look, they were gone. They had been asking to help him with his paperwork, but he told them over and over that he could handle the work on his own. They seemed so concerned for him, but they had their new duties and he had his own. 

A wave of nausea rolled over Copia and he stopped in his tracks, feeling like he was going to get sick.

“Not now. I have work to do,” he groaned, feeling his forehead. It was warm. Too warm. Not good. He couldn’t get sick now. The church was relying on him. He couldn’t let his followers down now. 

Soft chirps and chitters filled the air and Copia found himself surrounded by his beloved ghouls. Cumulus was the first one to approach him, holding an incredibly fluffy blanket.

“You’re sick, Papa. You need to take a break,” she said.

Cirrus was by his side, her cool hand on his forehead and giving him some much needed relief.

“You have a fever. You need to rest now,” she said, taking the papers from him. Copia didn’t protest, his shoulders hunched from the stress he was holding there. 

“He needs a bath. When did you last bathe, Papa?” Dewdrop said, a noticeable grimace on his face.

“I…I don’t know,” Copia murmured, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh. He didn’t realize how bad of a headache he had and how weak he was until now. 

“Have you eaten lately, Papa?” Aurora asked, her adorable doe-like eyes wide with concern.

“I had an orange…hours ago, mia cara,” Copia said, putting on a weak smile for his ghouls. They looked amongst each other in concern. 

The room was slowly spinning now, Copia’s headache getting so strong that it was pounding in his head now. That wasn’t good. 

“Maybe…I do…need to rest,” he murmured, growing weak in the knees before everything went dark. The last thing he heard were the distressed cries of his ghouls.

Copia groaned, slowly opening his eyes and finding himself in his bed. He couldn’t move, his eyes darting around in a panic until he noticed Rain curled up next to him. The water ghoul held him tight, his cool face buried in his neck and his arms wrapped around his middle. Copia noticed he had been changed into his comfortable tracksuit and a cooling compress was on his head. He breathed in and winced when he heard and felt the rattle in his chest before he let out a painful cough. That certainly wasn’t good.

Upon hearing him, Rain raised his head, chirping softly before giving him a gentle hug. 

“You scared us there, Papa,” he murmured, touching the compress and giving it a burst of coolness. 

“What…What happened?” Copia asked. 

“You passed out, Papa. Scared the fuck out of us,” Swiss said, crawling out from under the bed. Copia would have screamed, but he was too weak to raise his voice.

“Ah, cazzo,” he groaned, watching on as Swiss laid on his opposite side. The multi ghoul cuddled close and nuzzled his cheek, his calming quintessence pushing away any discomfort Copia was feeling. 

“My paperwork,” Copia murmured, trying his best to sit up. A single hand on his chest pushed him back onto the bed.

“Don’t worry about it, Papa. Cirrus and Aether are working together to finish it for you. Rest. Cumulus, Sunny and Mountain are cooking something good for you and Phantom, Dew and Rory are outside the door keeping watch. We’re not going to let anyone bother you while you’re getting better,” Swiss said.

“We’ll take good care of you, Papa,” Rain cooed, pecking him on the cheek. 

Copia was at a loss for words. There had been plenty of times where his ghouls assisted him in his work and they always worried over him whenever he got sick, but he hadn’t gotten this sick in such a long time. He felt horrible for making them worry so much. 

“Go back to sleep, Papa. We’ll wake you when the food is ready and when you’re feeling stronger, we can bathe you. The girls did as much as they could after you passed out, but you deserve a nice hot bath soon,” Swiss said, giving him a gentle squeeze. 

Tears welled up in Copia’s eyes which Rain quickly wiped away.

“Grazie…Thank you…Thank you…,” Copia whimpered softly.

The ghouls purred softly in response, slowly pulling him back to sleep. He was so grateful for his beloved ghouls. He would have to properly thank them later, but now, he rested.

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

@zepskies

And just like that... my obsession with Karl Urban was rekindled. 🤣

Girl, you're killing it with the LOTR fanfiction. It's so good and this one for Eomer is no exception. First of all I really like the premise of this fic, an arranged marriage that grows into love 💕 And I love that you said it started out as an OFC and you turned it into a reader insert- I know we've both talked about that before and you know how I've done the same thing for some of my fics 🥰

Flashes of memory from the night before conjured in your mind; of the surprising carefulness in his calloused hands, of hot, sweat-slick skin against yours, and the rasp of his beard as his lips and deft fingers taught you more of pleasure.

“I’ve drawn a bath for you, unless you prefer to rest longer,” he said. You blinked. “Really?” That was a kindness you did not expect. Éomer’s lips tugged upwards. He offered you his hand. Though you hesitated, you slipped your free hand into his. Instinctively you took the furs with you to cover yourself, your face warming down to your neck under the weight of his amused stare.

Oh my word, he drew her a bath- what a MAN. Also I love the added detail that she still wrapped herself in the blanket when she walked even though it's after the two of them have slept together. I think it is perfect for the arranged marriage side of the story, that she's still not quite comfortable showing all of herself yet and it was a great little detail you added.

Was that a note of disappointment in your tone, in the downturn of your face? Éomer paused, but he did as he set out to do, leaving you to your bath in peace. He went over to his side of the bed to continue dressing himself, slipping a long shirt over his head that he tucked into his breeches. Though he tried not to let them, his thoughts of you remained.

Oh my sweet goodness, the little look into his head of him thinking about his wife. For me it's giving a little bit of "he falls first" and I'm melting!

By the Valar, was there no end to how you blushed around this man? You only couldn’t tell if being kept by you was a duty he relished in.

Honey I'm going to stop you right there... YES, yes it is a duty he relishes in!

Éomer blinked in surprise. On his face it was still muted, but it was there. Your words touched him. He cleared his throat, for some reason finding his face a bit warm. In his eyes, you continued to be a wonder. He too hadn’t known what to expect from a woman of Gondor. He knew what many in your country thought of the people of Rohan—simple folk at best, and horse-wild barbarians at worst. With you, he’d mostly expected a haughty, spoiled brat. He’d never been more willing to be proven wrong. In fact, the more he learned about you, the more beautiful you became.

For the love of sweet baby corn, she's making the dangerous horse-riding sexy man who could and snap me in half (and I'd say thank you) blush! 😂

“Regardless of how we were entered into this arrangement, I stand by my vows,” he said. “I will honor and protect you, and do my utmost to make you comfortable here in my home.”  You smiled. Your hand turned under his to curl your fingers around his palm. “I will also honor and protect you in whatever way I am able. And I will do my utmost for your house, for it is now mine as well,” you replied.

Soon, it wasn’t enough. He slid his arms around your waist and under your knees before he stood with you in his arms. He smiled at your squeal of surprise. It was the first real smile you’d ever seen upon his face. It delighted you to be the one who put it there.

And she made him smile 😭

Oh my word this is so good! I need 50 million more! I would love to read more of this reader and Eomer falling in love, but if not that’s also okay- because this was incredible just the way it was my wonderful friend 💚💚💚!

AS TRADITION DICTATES

Pairing: Éomer x Reader 

Summary: Your marriage to the Third Marshal of the Mark has been arranged in the hopes of renewing political ties between Rohan and Gondor. The morning after the ceremony, your new husband continues to defy your expectations.

AN: I’ve been wanting to write something for Éomer for a while now, so here we go! Confession: this one-shot actually comes from an Éomer x OFC story I have fully outlined, called The Appeasement Bride. I adapted this snippet into a reader insert story.

Word Count: 1.7K

Originally posted on Patreon: 1/21/2025

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Spiciness, fluff, newlyweds trying to suss each other out lol.

You woke just after the dawn, the sun peeking over the horizon and filtering through the open window. Its light began to wash over your face and stir you from a deep, well-earned sleep.

Your hand slipped out from under your head and drifted over…and you frowned. Opening your eyes, you realized that your husband’s side of the bed was empty and cold. Already, it seemed, he didn’t care to be with you when you woke. Had you done something wrong?

Flashes of memory from the night before conjured in your mind; of the surprising carefulness in his calloused hands, of hot, sweat-slick skin against yours, and the rasp of his beard as his lips and deft fingers taught you more of pleasure.

A shiver ran down your spine, blooming some warmth between your legs. Surely, if you had displeased him, he would’ve told you so. Or maybe he was polite enough to withhold that from you, along with most of his other thoughts. Éomer was often so stoic, it was difficult for you to learn your husband, even before the wedding ceremony yesterday.

You had come to Rohan over a month ago, and in that time, you had been able to glean precious little about him other than the ones he seemed to value most: his sister, his cousin, his uncle, Théoden King, his country, and his horse.

Not that he told you any of these things in words. You saw it in his actions—by the way he carried himself, and the way he spoke to you and others with fairness and courtesy, not arrogance. You’d heard gossip of his infamous temper, but so far, you had not seen it.

Nor did you see him now.

Perhaps he had more pressing work to do. In these past few weeks, you saw a bit of how demanding his station could be, and you understood his duty to patrol the Riddermark as Third Marshal of these lands. However, if he could’ve just been courteous enough to wake you before he left—

The heavy door of the bed chamber opened to Éomer himself. He wore only breeches and boots, his wheat-blonde hair loose and unadorned down his back. You swallowed a surprised gasp and watched him from the bed, unconsciously bringing the fur blanket up to your shoulders.

He met you with a polite, “Good morning,” before he continued inside to stoke the fire. He held more kindling wood in his arms, and he laid it on the platform before the fireplace.

“Good morning,” you nodded, though your cheeks warmed in a blush at the sight of his bare chest (you remembered that slightly wooly patch well). The defined muscles of his shoulders and arms shifted with his movements.

You were also a little embarrassed for overthinking.

“You rose early,” you added belatedly, for lack of something better to say.

“I am accustomed to it,” he said.

He finished with the fire and stood. You couldn’t help the way he captured your gaze, his measured steps bringing him closer to the bed. You sat up to meet him, the furs draping from your body, covering only where you held the soft fabric over your breasts. His eyes were an interesting shade of green as they roamed over you.

“How did you sleep?” he asked.

Somehow it was not what you were expecting, though it was perfectly agreeable. Your blush deepened.

“Very well, thank you.”

He nodded. Then, something almost hesitant passed through his gaze.

“I’ve drawn a bath for you, unless you prefer to rest longer,” he said.

You blinked. “Really?” That was a kindness you did not expect.

Éomer’s lips tugged upwards. He offered you his hand. Though you hesitated, you slipped your free hand into his. Instinctively you took the furs with you to cover yourself, your face warming down to your neck under the weight of his amused stare.

Your hair was a tangled mess along with the sheets remaining tousled on the bed, and you realized that your body was sore in places you had never felt so. He led you around a simple wooden partition to a wide bath that was built into the ground. Your eyes widened at the luxury of it.

You had noticed that Rohan largely valued comfort and efficiency over ornateness in their architecture, but it seemed they lavished some things with greater detail.

Éomer helped you step into the bath. He took the furs from you, still with that amused glint, but he couldn’t stop himself from taking note of your bare, supple form, what glimpse he was able to get before you lowered yourself into the steaming water. He had explored each and every lovely curve the night before, but you were lovelier to behold in the morning, he thought.

You looked up at him with some hesitance, but there was a question there that he thought he would like to answer.

“Have you already bathed?” you asked.

“Yes,” he nodded, “I will leave you to your leisure. Breakfast will be brought up in a little while.”

“Oh. Yes, thank you,” you said.

Was that a note of disappointment in your tone, in the downturn of your face?

Éomer paused, but he did as he set out to do, leaving you to your bath in peace. He went over to his side of the bed to continue dressing himself, slipping a long shirt over his head that he tucked into his breeches. Though he tried not to let them, his thoughts of you remained.

Meanwhile, you relished in the hot water relieving your sore muscles (and other places). You washed and hummed a little tune to yourself, forgetting that you weren’t entirely alone, despite the partition.

By the time you left the bath, dried off and dressed in a heavy robe over a thin dressing gown, your new husband was already munching on bread and fruit and other good things that were brought up from the kitchens. He welcomed you to sit with him by the fire, where two wide chairs were draped with furs to make them comfortable. You joined him, and the tray of goods rested in between your seats.

“Do you have much to do?” you asked, while buttering a slice of bread. The crust was hard and somewhat sour, but the inside was soft and delicious.

“The only business I must attend to today is to remain kept with my wife,” Éomer said. He glanced up at you, once again capturing your gaze. “As tradition dictates.”

By the Valar, was there no end to how you blushed around this man? You only couldn’t tell if being kept by you was a duty he relished in.

You almost didn’t hear him when he added, “Tomorrow we will see your family off. They ride back to Gondor.”

Belatedly, you nodded. Éomer saw the note of melancholy cross your face.

“I am sure it is…a sooner parting than you would like,” he said.

You offered him a rueful smile. “Yes, but…not as difficult a goodbye as I thought it would be.”

One of his brows rose. “Why is that?”

Drawing in a deep breath, you mustered a little courage to answer him honestly.

“I did not know what to expect when I arrived in Rohan, but its lands have beauty of its own. Its people have integrity and courage, and its noble house is noble indeed,” you said. A small, true smile brightened you when you looked at him. “It is honorable, and kind.”

Éomer blinked in surprise. On his face it was still muted, but it was there. Your words touched him. He cleared his throat, for some reason finding his face a bit warm. In his eyes, you continued to be a wonder. He too hadn’t known what to expect from a woman of Gondor. He knew what many in your country thought of the people of Rohan—simple folk at best, and horse-wild barbarians at worst. With you, he’d mostly expected a haughty, spoiled brat.

He’d never been more willing to be proven wrong. In fact, the more he learned about you, the more beautiful you became.

He reached over, almost hesitant to cover your hand with his larger one. He was suddenly very conscious of his rougher palm in contrast with your soft skin.

“Regardless of how we were entered into this arrangement, I stand by my vows,” he said. “I will honor and protect you, and do my utmost to make you comfortable here in my home.” 

You smiled. Your hand turned under his to curl your fingers around his palm.

“I will also honor and protect you in whatever way I am able. And I will do my utmost for your house, for it is now mine as well,” you replied.

Éomer brushed his thumb over the back of your hand. He rose out of his seat enough to lean over, and he kissed you. It was sincere, but all too brief. You leaned towards him after he broke away, left wanting more as your eyes slid open.

Recognizing that look of desire stirred his own, deep in the pit of his stomach. He tugged on your hand meaningfully and guided you out of your chair, over to him. You tentatively sat across his lap, uttering a laugh when you slid backwards and landed against his chest. Your hand flew there to steady yourself. Éomer clasped it against his heart and claimed you in a deeper, rougher kiss, one fueled by a craving he couldn’t name.

You held his bearded face and hummed sweetly into his mouth. You matched his fervor, your fingers slipping into his hair and instinctively tightening a stronghold. He groaned in response. His hands, large and strong, moved over your side and down your back, while the other squeezed the supple flesh of your hip through your thin gown.

Soon, it wasn’t enough. He slid his arms around your waist and under your knees before he stood with you in his arms. He smiled at your squeal of surprise. It was the first real smile you’d ever seen upon his face. It delighted you to be the one who put it there.

He carried you to back his bed. Our bed.

But still, it was only a matter of lust, if twined with mutual respect and…curiosity.

You did not love him. (Yet.)

AN: Love me some blonde, medieval cowboy Karl Urban. 😘💜

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[briarberrythornedhart]

When you have Pocket Aces you don’t bluff

🦇 ♦️ 🦇 ♣️ 🦇 ♠️ 🦇 ♥️

Contains: fluff, Eddie Munson x reader

Your new roommate - or apartment mate - was a great guy.

He did dishes, he kept the bathroom clean, was uncannily good at fixing things, he made a lasagna that tasted like heaven, he never failed to cheer you up after shitty days at work, always paid his half of the rent on time. You truly had no complaints.

Except the one.

He was so hot. Too hot. But you could deal. You could be a good friend and roomie and not lust after his fine person constantly.

Probably.

Unfortunately- He was a big flirt. At first you thought it was just his usual way of speaking. Clearly he couldn’t help it. Or he was so pretty that everything out of his mouth seemed extra salacious.

But, after weeks of watching Eddie flirt at Steve, Argyle, Vikki, Murray Baumann, and the Sinclair siblings’ MOM -

until she told him to watch his fool mouth and be respectful!,

and recently with Joyce AND Hopper at the same time, well…

“Why don’t you flirt with me?” Came popping out of your mouth when you couldn’t take thinking about it silently for another second.

Eddie took a guitar pick out of his mouth. “Sorry? Say wha- now?” He’d been focused on practicing guitar - percussive playing with harmonics or something... but now you had his undivided attention. He turned toward you on the couch, eyebrows up high - hidden by his curly fringe.

“You flirt - a lot - with a lot of people - but not with me, what gives?” You leaned into it, damage already done by bringing up this thing that had been bothering you. “You’ll just sit on Argyle’s lap, you’ll tell Vikki she looks mega hot, You asked Steve if his lips tastes as good as they look...”

You watched Eddie swallow/gulp and he rubbed his fingers on his thighs. “I can’t just… “ he licked his lips, “...say whatever comes to mind with you, I’d go too far... you’d get mad.”

“Try me.”

Eddie’s body language transmitted his reluctance - like a full-body whine. “I really can’t tho!”

“Ah.” You took a breath. “Because you just... can’t think of me that way.” You said flatly. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed. I should probably go do some laundry or something...” You needed to get away from this situation. You felt too vulnerable, too sad. Too foolish.

What the fuck were you thinking even bringing this up?? Things were so good! Why’d you always pick at scabs??

“Nooo!” Eddie scooted closer, stood up, too, put a hand on your arm which stopped you from running away. “It’s not that. Look. I love living here. You’re really the only person that will put up with my bullshit, other than my Uncle. Did I tell you he used to sleep on a cot - the man is nearly 50 he deserves his own real-ass bed. And if you get annoyed with my bullshit, I’ll be on his couch and...”

“I’m not sure what ‘bullshit’ you are referring to, you are a great roommate, actually.” He was.

“You are a great roommate, too.” Eddie twirled a lock of hair around his finger. “I know it looks like I’m hitting on lots of people, right? But It’s not serious. I’m clowning, because it’s safe. How I feel about you... is serious. Real. We are really close and it means the world to me. So I don’t ask you if those lips taste as good as they look - and they do look good - because...”

“Because you know I’d say ‘why don’t you find out?’ and call your bluff and it’d be a whole thing.” You sighed.

There was a dreadful silence - it felt like 50 years passed, but it was probably only 7-10 seconds or so.

Eddie bit his thumb. “You look really pretty today.” He said, nodding his head forward like a little bow.

“So do you. For the record.” you informed him.

“This outfit looks great on you.” he traced a finger around the neckline of your top.

“It’d look better crumpled up on your bedroom floor.” You suggested.

“If I fireman-carry you to my bed, and call your bluff, you gonna kick me out of the apartment?”

“Of course not. I’m not bluffing.”

“Neither am I.” Eddie licked his grinning lips, bent low and plowed into your stomach, picking you up and holding your legs to his chest. He stood there for a moment holding you- until you poked him in the back. And then he laughed and carried you to his bed.

[witchygagirlwrites]

Broken Bonds-Part 33

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader, Jay Halstead x Hailey Upton, Coparenting Jay Halstead x Reader

When intelligence finally closes a bank robbery case you want nothing more than to go home to Mouse and Addy

Warnings: some cursing, violence, someone dying of a gunshot wound, NSFW happenings (these 2 are engaged and obsessed with each other always have been) also Detective Kidd being Hank's favorite if that's a warning?!?

“Silent alarm triggered at the check cashing center on the corner of Andrews and South Avenue” you cut your eyes at Kevin. You and him were half a block away “Intelligence responding. Detectives Atwater and Kidd”  he called over the radio and dispatch responded. You busted a u-turn in your jeep and hit the gas.

Kevin reached in the backseat and passed you your vest, helping you to fasten the straps as you drove before pulling his own over his head. The moment you parked across from the check cashing center you tightened the straps on his vest and nodded to him before the two of you stepped out. 

You spotted the lights on the outside of the building and nodded to him “There’s the alarm” he pulled the radio up to his mouth “Hold us down on location and send us some backup” “Copy that” dispatch responded so he slid the radio onto his belt and nodded to you, you both falling into place at each other’s side as you walked towards the building.

You looked at him and he nodded so you opened the door and spotted the security guard laying in the middle of the floor bleeding. Kevin started to step in about the same time you heard a woman scream and shooting start. He shook his head but you nodded “Handle this, I got it” “Kidd!” he hollered but you were already headed towards the sounds of the screams.

You ran around the corner of the building but were forced back when the gunfire turned towards you.You ducked around the corner, hitting your radio with your left as you returned fire with your right “Where’s that backup dispatch?!?” you heard the dispatcher putting a wide call out over the radio but spotted three men running for a car so you stepped out, aiming for the back window. You kept shooting as they sped off.

“Help us!” you heard someone holler and turned to see a man standing over a woman who’d been shot. You hit your radio “Send me an ambulance. We have a civilian hit” you ran over to  the man and kneeled at the woman’s side. Your eyes skimmed over the blood spreading under her, your eyes widening. “Shit” you scrambled to get your vest off so you could strip your over shirt off to use to hold pressure to her wound. The man moved to help you when he saw what you were doing, using his flannel as well. “Hey, what’s your name?”

She took a staggered breath “Monica” you smiled “Ok Monica, you’re gonna stay awake and talk to me until the ambulance gets here.You got that?” she winced when you pressed down harder on her wound “Ok” you nodded, eyeing the wedding ring on her hand “How long you been married” she swallowed hard “Ten years, was shopping for our anniversary” you nodded “Impressive. I just got engaged myself, any advice?” you looked around, finally hearing the sound of sirens falling on your ears. 

She laughed weakly “Never go to bed angry and never leave in the morning without saying I love you” you turned back to face her, seeing she was paler than she’d been a few moments before “That’s good advice. I’ll pass it on to my fiance. When you get out of the hospital I may come see you for more,that good?” she smiled “Sure” 

You stood next to Kevin, running down everything you knew for Hank and the rest of the unit. “Hey, Jay’s got a henley in the truck I can grab you” Hailey offered and you shot her a smile “Please” she nodded and walked out of the check cashing center towards Jay’s truck. Sylvie had given you a bottle of sterile water and a handful of gauze to clean your hands but that still left you in just a plain white t-shirt that was splattered with blood. You hoped Monica would pull through.

Your fingers absentmindedly found your engagement ring, tracing the twisting band as you said “Witnesses said the perps avoided the cameras completely so I’m thinking they cased the place beforehand boss. Could be the same ones we’ve been looking for from that bank robbery a couple weeks back” Hank nodded “Sounds like it” “I got the plates on the car, we can run them” you offered and he nodded “Do it. Maybe we can get traffic cams on them and have something to go off of”

Hailey walked back in and passed you the black henley and you smiled as you took it from her. “I um I don’t know where to change” you spoke softly and Hank cut his eyes up then motioned to the manager of the check cashing center. She walked over “Yes Sergeant?” he motioned to you “Can my detective change in your office? She’s covered in blood and doesn’t exactly want it to dry on her” she nodded “Of course. Come with me, detective. I’ll show you” “Thank you” you whispered to Hank and he nodded as you walked past, following the woman.

After you changed out of the stained white shirt into Jay’s and had seen thankfully your sports bra was left unharmed you walked back out to the unit, wrapping the white shirt up in a ball, trying to hide the blood so any bystanders didn’t have the opportunity to gawk because that always annoyed the hell out of you.

Jay bumped your shoulder once you got back to his side and smiled slightly “You’ve been trying to steal that shirt now you roped her into finally getting it” you grinned at him “You know she loves me more” and winked at him before following Kevin out of the check cashing center to head back the precinct. You would try your hand at tracking the plates but if you needed help you could always enlist Gwen, that woman would probably pull satellite footage in the same time you could get a cell phone ping.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” you let out a breath at the concern in Mouse’s voice. “I’m fine, baby. We’re still waiting to hear back from med on whether or not Monica made it out of surgery, hence why I rang Gwen to help me track the plates” “Ok love. I know you’ve got this but when she told me you got shot at I had to hear your voice for myself” you smiled at his words “I know. I love you Greg. I’ll see you at home tonight, ok?” “Ok. I love you too” after the two of you told each other goodbye and hung up your tablet dinged where Gwen had sent over the traffic cam footage of the getaway car, along with the DMV registration of the driver. You grinned as you looked it over “Gwen you amazing woman you” the registration matched the physicality of at least one of the perps height and weight wise.  

“Voight!” you called, cutting your eyes up towards his office as you stood up from your desk. He walked to the door and nodded “What ya got Kidd?” you walked over and passed him the tablet “Gwen tracked the car and found DMV registration. I think the dumbasses used one of their own cars this time. We got em!” he scoffed as he looked it over “I’ll get a warrant”

You nodded, “I’ll get everyone rounded up” you started to walk off but stopped when he called your name. You glanced back and he nodded “Good pull catching those plates in the heat of the moment like that” you smiled slightly “Just doing my job Sarge” and walked back out into the bullpen.

About the time you got to your desk your phone rang again but this time it was Will’s name. You felt your stomach knot when you picked it up because he’d been the doctor that was there when they rolled Monica in “Hello?” “Hey sweetheart” yeah anytime Will started a phone call off to you that soft? Something was wrong. “She didn’t make it, did she?” you asked and he let out a breath “I’m sorry. I know you tried” you sighed “Yeah, sometimes that just isn’t enough is it? I’ll let the team know this case is up to a manslaughter charge at minimum along with the robberies. Thanks for calling” “Of course” he replied before you hung up.

Jay cut his eyes up at you “She didn’t make it” you told him and his shoulders fell “Damn” “You did what you could lil mama” Kevin assured you and you nodded “I know but damn. She was shopping for her tenth anniversary. How do you think her husband feels right now?”

Hailey met your eyes “We find them and nail their asses. That’s what we can offer her husband” you nodded “And we will” 

You stood in roll up between Kevin and Hailey, listening as Hank went over the layout of where you all believed they were. “We hit it all at once. Take no chances. They’ve killed at least one civilian that we know of. We have full authority to use whatever force is necessary to take them down”

You adjusted your vest, tucking your moon pendant down into it and clocked Jay doing the same with his st michael pendant which caused a small smile to slip onto your face considering they were both “from Addy” 

With any luck these jackasses would either be dead or behind bars in a couple hours time. You intended to go meet with Monica’s husband either way afterward to give condolences and to let him know some form of justice had indeed been served. 

Kevin turned your shoulder so he could check the straps at your back and you cut your eyes back at him “How about a hey Kidd turn around or a lil mama let me check your vest?” He grinned “You were thinking too loud. I needed to get your attention” you laughed lightly “And that’s why you’re the best friend Atwater.You can clock my bullshit from a mile away”

“Roll out” Hank ordered and everyone grabbed their long guns and headed for whatever cars they were taking.

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When you pulled up to the house you cut your eyes at Kevin and nodded once before you two climbed out. You fell into step with him, one of your hands resting on his shoulder as the two of you fell into formation with the unit. Hank motioned for Kim and Adam to take the side, you and Kevin to take the back while he, Jay and Hailey took the front.

You glanced towards Jay then Hailey and hoped that look was enough to convey the message of “Please be careful” before you followed Kevin towards the back of the house. Once the two of you were in place you waited until Voight’s voice came across the coms “Take it” before you both kicked the same spot of the back door, it bouncing off the wall at the same time you heard the side door and front door be kicked in as well.

“CHICAGO PD. FREEZE” you called at the first man who moved for a gun. He paused for a second and locked eyes with you “Don’t” you warned but he dove for the gun anyways. His hand barely touched it before you and Kevin both fired a couple rounds a piece into him.

You stepped over him and moved into the rest of the house calling out an all clear from that room. 

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Instead of you having to seek out Monica’s husband he ended up coming to the precinct. After the two men that the unit had taken alive were booked and processed Steven Lyleson was standing at the front desk with Trudy. She called you downstairs when he’d asked for the detective that had been with his wife when she was shot.

You held out your hand “Mr Lyleson? I’m Detective Kidd, I was the first person on scene after your wife was shot. I rendered aid with what I had available. I’m just sorry I wasn’t able to do more”  he shook your hand and a tearful smile slipped onto his face “I know. I got to speak with her before she went into surgery. She spoke about the pretty detective who just got engaged” 

You smiled slightly “She told me you and she had been married ten years” he nodded “She was an amazing woman..” he trailed off then took a deep breath “I heard Intelligence closed the case?” you nodded “Yes sir. The um the man who actually fired the bullets that killed Monica pulled on my partner and I. He didn’t make it to the precinct”  

He nodded slowly “Good” “You have my deepest condolences sir. If you ever need anything or anyone to talk to, you know where I work” he smiled “Thank you Detective Kidd and congratulations on your engagement” “Thank you” you replied and he shook your hand once more before turning to walk out.

You took a deep breath then looked back at Trudy “That was a lot” she nodded “You good?” you laughed “I will be, once I get home to Mouse and Addy” she smiled “Yeah, I figured that” 

You walked into the apartment with Addy on your hip, smiling when you saw Mouse’s truck pull up into the parking spot next to your jeep when you turned to close the door. “Look baby, Mou is home” she grinned and waved.

You sat your bags down then walked back over to the door, leaning against the frame. You watched him get his stuff together then get out of his truck. She was already wiggling to get out of your arms. “No ma’am. Mou has to get inside first then you can abandon mommy for him” she laughed “I don’t badon you. I love you” you grinned “I know baby” 

You looked back up about the time Mouse’s eyes connected with yours and a grin split his face making your heart flip. “If it isn’t the two most beautiful women in all of Chicago” you raised an eyebrow “Just Chicago?” and he rolled his eyes “Really love?” you grinned as he made it into the door, closing it behind him and sitting his stuff down with yours. 

He walked over and placed a quick kiss to your lips before Addy reached for him and that was the end of you getting any attention for the moment “Mou, daddy and hayhay gonna take me to the zoo” he grinned “They are? What animals are you gonna see?” you shook your head “And with that, I’m gonna call to order a pizza since she ate an actual meal with Stella and Kelly and you obviously have her full attention at the moment”

He looked back at you with a grin “Don't worry love, you'll get attention later” then turned his eyes back to Addy as she told him about the lions at the zoo. The first time he found out her favorite animals were the predators he'd freaking cackled “Imagine that. I love that baby girl but a product of you and Jay? Did you think she'd want to see the cute and cuddly critters sweetheart?”

After the day you’d had though, you didn’t need anything more than to see him and Addy laughing with each other as she talked about the lions and tigers at the zoo. He was telling her about the different animals and her eyes got bigger with each one. He truly did love her. Not many men would come home to the woman they love having had a child with their best friend, accept the child, reform their friendship with said best friend and never for one second give up on the woman they loved.

He was fucking extraordinary, then again Jay was an amazing man as well. He’d stuck by your side through a pregnancy he really hadn’t had to. He was there for you every step of the way and was the absolute most amazing father you could ever have imagined for Adeline. Then for him to forgive you and be open to the friendship with Mouse again? Yeah you had two amazing men in your life and lucky for you they both thought your baby girl hung the moon. The added perks of Hailey coming along with Jay was just a bonus nowadays.

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You played with the sleeves of the henley you were wearing as you put away everything in your bag and hers then headed in her room to find her some pjs so you could give her a bath. When you walked back into the living room the two of them were sitting on the couch and he raised an eyebrow at you “Nice shirt by the way love” Addy looked up and her little face scrunched up in confusion “That daddy’s shirt” you cut your eyes at Mouse who smirked at you before you said  “Yeah baby. Mommy got her shirt dirty so hayhay gave me daddy’s shirt to wear”  She nodded “Oh tay” you smiled “Let’s go get you a bath” there was a knock on the door so you looked back at Mouse “That is probably the pizza so do you want to get that?” he nodded “Of course sweetheart”

You took Addy’s hand and she smiled “Mommy Mou say you like wolfs” you nodded “I do baby” and she grinned “They like the moon” you widened your eyes “They do?” as the two of you headed to the bathroom.

You left Addy’s room and walked into the living room where Mouse was sitting on the couch, the half eaten pizza you and him had long since abandoned on the coffee table in front of him. “She asleep baby?” you nodded “She’s out like a light. Of course she had to tell me that Mou told her he was gonna take her out for breakfast in the morning since she was staying with daddy and hayhay friday and saturday night” he grinned with a shrug “I know we’re meeting them on saturday for the aquarium but sweetheart, I’m gonna miss her hollering for Mou when she wakes up”

You shook your head and walked over to sit down next to him, pulling your feet up under you so you could lean over on his shoulder “You are absolutely wrapped around her little finger” he laughed “You know there is no other woman on the face of this earth that would ever come before you except for Adeline Halstead” you turned to look at him and couldn’t help but laugh, your heart flipping at the smile on his face “Did you ever think that would happen when you found out about her?” he stared at you for a long moment and for a second you feared maybe you’d hit a sore spot but a smile slipped onto his face “I knew I’d love her because I knew I could never stop loving you and she’s half you. Like it or hate, Jay’s my brother for better or worse. That little lady is a combination of the two people who kept me going when no one else tried. Why the hell would I ever feel anything but love for her?”

You smiled “You say no other woman but her, what if we ever have a child together?” When you asked that question the look he got on his face was enough to make your heart ache in the best of ways “If we ever have a child?” he asked quietly and you nodded “Yeah?” he pulled you over into his lap, so you turned to face him, letting your fingers slip up into his hair. It was getting a little more length on it and it would be a lie to say you didn’t absolutely love it. 

“Then you’d still be number two love. I’d never knock Addy down just because I had a biological child. I wouldn’t do that to her. That being said if we ever had a child? I would probably think I’d died and gone to heaven the first time I had you, Addy and that baby in my arms” 

“I love you more than I could possibly ever put words to Greg” you whispered and he smiled “I love you too. I’ve known how much you love me from the moment you and Kim got out of being pinned down in the middle of a shoot out and you ran straight to me. I just hope you know how much I love you” you smiled, tracing your left hand down the side of his face “You’re here, in my arms..you love my daughter…I know Greg…I could never doubt how much you love me”

He bought one hand up to cup the back of your neck before crashing his lips to yours. You let out a light sigh, every stress of the day finally starting to seep out of you at being in his arms. He licked into your mouth as he deepened the kiss and you gasped lightly, feeling his hands slip under the shirt you were wearing. He broke away from your lips to lean his forehead against yours, blue eyes drilling into yours “Why don’t we clean up out here then go to bed?” you smiled “Why don’t we go to bed and just clean up in the morning before we get Addy up?” he grinned “That works too”

As soon as you walked into the bedroom Mouse was pulling you back against his chest, hands slipping under your shirt as he spoke against the shell of your ear  “You know a lesser man may be jealous of you coming home wearing the father of your child’s shirt” you cut your eyes back at him and saw that damn smirk of his on his face. You raised an eyebrow “Good for me I’m not engaged to a lesser man huh?”

He kept playing with the hem of it “Can you take it off baby?” you turned to face him, a small smile on your lips “Does it actually bother you, me wearing one of Jay’s shirts?” he let his eyes skim down your body before they came back up to yours “I want to say no. I really do but it’s that caveman brain thing you love teasing us about love”

You laughed “In that case, can I suggest an idea?” he raised an eyebrow then “What’s that baby?” you pulled him down into a kiss and he groaned lightly against your lips before your hand slipped down to the buckle of his jeans and he gladly let you unbuckle them, kicking out of them before letting you work his shirt up, only breaking the kiss long enough to actually pull his shirt over his head.

He reached for your jeans and you let him unbuckle them, then he broke from your lips kissing down your jaw and neck as you kicked your jeans and panties off to the side. His eyes darkened as they roamed over you, a smile slipping onto his face “Well what was that idea baby?” You nodded to the bed “Get up there on the pillows love. Take your boxers off” “Yes ma’am” he replied, doing as you asked.

You waited until he was comfortable then climbed onto the bed with him. You crawled up his body to meet his lips in a deep, lingering kiss. He groaned against your mouth, tongue flicking past your lips to roll against yours. You straddled his waist, feeling his hardening cock against your thigh. You rolled your hips down against his, knowing he felt the heat of your core against his length even before his head fell back against the pillows, chest heaving as he fought to stay quiet. You moved from his lips down to his jaw then to his neck. You loved the fact that you knew each and every spot that would have his grip bruisingly tight on your hips.

You down his chest, your nails teasing the sensitive skin as well. His breathing was coming in light pants as he watched you, eyes blazing. When you got down to his hard cock you licked a strip from the base up to the head, a light moan of your name falling from his lips spurring you on. You wrapped your lips around him, going down slowly, taking as much as you could before you felt the tip hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag slightly.

You pulled back up, repeating the motion twice, taking more of him each time. His head fell back, hands gripping the comforter before he shook his head, hands reaching for you. “Sweetheart” you pulled off of him with a small noise and he grinned “I can’t last like that love” you grinned “Oh, then let me help you”

You slowly crawled back up him, when you got to his lips you caught his lips in a gentle kiss before lifting up to grip his hard length, lining him up with your entrance. He held your eyes as you sank down slowly. His hands slipped under the shirt you wore, long fingers spreading across your back as he watched your face while you took all of him. Once you were hip to hip, a full body shiver went through you at just how full you felt. He shifted his hips up causing you to gasp “Feel good?” he asked with a grin but by then the stretch had given way from pain to pleasure so you winked at him, moving your hips in a small circle “Does it?” you asked and he nodded “Amazing”

You laughed lightly as you started to move up then down, slowly fucking yourself on his cock. Once you were sure you could take it you braced your hands on his chest and started to bounce your hips, effectively fucking yourself. His head fell back against the pillow, hands gripping you so tight “I love you” he groaned lightly and you nodded before breathlessly whispering “I love you” you continued to rock your hips, knowing you were so damn close and could feel him start to thrust up to meet you. “Go ahead Greg, you know I can take it” you whispered and he groaned. He pulled you down to his chest, holding you against him before shifting to sit up.

Once he was in a sitting position his hands went to your hips and he started to move you up and down,forcing you both closer to that high. His hands gripped in the material of the henley you wore as your head fell over onto his shoulder. When your orgasm slapped into you your legs shook around him and you sobbed lightly into his neck as he buried himself into you with a final thrust before you felt him come, coating your walls. 

His hands were under the henley, tracing every inch of your back as he kissed across your neck. You cut your eyes up at him “Feel better about the damned shirt?” he grinned breathlessly “So much better love” you shook your head with a laugh “Good” and let your head fall over against his chest. He kissed your forehead gently “Soon as you catch your breath sweetheart we need to get a shower so we can get some form of pajamas on” you cut your eyes up at him “I don’t know if I can walk any time soon baby” he grinned “Don’t worry angel, I got ya” and you shook your head with a laugh “You’re such a sweet talker Gerwitz”

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You lay curled up against Mouse’s chest, his hand was under the camisole you were wearing, tracing shapes on your skin “We need to start planning” you spoke, cutting your eyes up at him and he smiled “Whenever you want baby. You know I’m here for anything”

You laughed and shook your head “Well I’ll take Stel and Hailey dress shopping with me, probably Kim too” he nodded “Of course” “Stella will be my maid of honor” he gasped playfully “You don’t say”

You cut your eyes up at him and he winked at you “I’m sorry beautiful. Ok ok. Is it weird if Jay is my best man?” you shrugged “Not in my opinion. You two have been through anything and everything at each other's side”  he laughed “Ain’t that the truth. What about other attendants?” you shrugged “I figured we’d just keep it small. Maid of honor, best man. Addy for the flower girl” he grinned “Of course little Miss for the flower girl and she’ll need to go dress shopping with the ladies and help to pick your dress and help to pick her own”

You grinned “Oh of course” he laughed lightly then his face got a little more serious “Who’s going to walk you down the aisle?” you smiled softly “I have an idea but I um I’m not sure about it?” he smiled slightly “What is it baby?” you shrugged “Well you know me and Stel don’t have biological family like that” he nodded, trying to encourage you to tell him. You felt your face warm “Well you know she got Chief Boden to give her away when she got married to Kelly” 

“Yeah?” he asked and you shrugged “Well I know we still have to decide a date and a location and so many other things but I was thinking about asking Hank if he’d give me away” a smile worked its way onto his face “I think he’d agree to it baby” you grinned “You do?” he nodded “Yeah love. You know you’ve always been one of his favorites.Now? Addy loves her papa Voight and I’m fairly certain he practically sees you as a daughter most days. I think he may tear up a bit”

You shook your head “Don’t exaggerate Greg” he grinned “How about we go together tomorrow evening while Addy is with Jay and Hailey. I’ll let you do the talking and I’ll just be there to be moral support” you nodded “Ok” he smiled “Ok. Now come here beautiful and let me hold you”

You were nervously fidgeting with your engagement ring as Mouse parked in front of Hank’s house. When you’d asked him if you and Mouse could stop by to talk to him about something you were fairly certain he probably thought either you were pregnant again or leaving the unit.

You just hoped he saw this as good?  Hopefully he said yes and it didn’t cross any lines? Mouse’s larger hand came over to cover yours “Breathe” you cut your eyes over at him and smiled “Thank you for coming with me” he traced your engagement ring “My job there love” you laughed lightly “Please Gerwitz. You’ve been in my corner from the moment you started at CPD”

He grinned “In my defense when I wasn’t doing so good and you stopped mid sentence to yell at Jay to and I quote shut the fuck up at him Halstead good god damn I kind of had no choice but to fall harder than I already was” you smiled “My god I love you” he laughed “Save it for the honeymoon Kidd” and winked at you before saying “I love you too baby”

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You climbed out of his truck and he met you at the front of it, lacing his fingers in yours. You squeezed his hand lightly as the two of you walked to Hank’s door. Mouse knocked and a few moments later the door opened. Hank looked from one of you to the other “Mouse, Kidd. You two wanna come in?” he stepped back so you two stepped in.

Once he closed the door he directed you to the living room so you sat down on the couch while he sat in the chair across from it. You leaned up on the edge of the couch and felt Mouse’s hand on your lower back for reassurance “Where’s my granddaughter?” he asked with a smile so you laughed “With Jay and Hailey. They’re doing the zoo tomorrow then all four of us are doing the aquarium on sunday”

He nodded “Gotta say, you all do really good by her. Proud of you” you smiled broadly “Thank you” then cut your eyes back at Mouse who nodded so you took a deep breath then looked back at Hank “Well you know he proposed” he nodded “Yeah, I know. Have you two started planning yet?” 

You smiled slightly when Mouse spoke up and said “Kind of why we’re here” and gave your side a small squeeze. You cut your eyes back at him then nodded and looked back at Hank “Um you know me and Stel don’t have much in way of blood family” he nodded so you shrugged one shoulder “When her and Kelly got married Chief Boden gave her away and so I thought and if this is overstepping please tell me and I will just walk down the aisle by myself no harm no foul but would you possibly want to walk me down the aisle when Greg and I get married?”

Hank looked from you to Mouse, an unreadable look on his face before his eyes softened “You want me to give you away?” you nodded “You’re not perfect by any means Hank but you’re pretty damn close to a father figure to me  and Adeline loves her papa Voight.It would mean the world to me but like I said if it’s overstepping no hurt feelings”

He nodded slowly and to your shock, Mouse was right. He teared up slightly before he stood up and nodded “It would be my honor sweetheart” you grinned and before you thought of it you had jumped to your feet and hugged him. He froze for a second then hugged you back, patting your shoulder before releasing you “Just tell me when and where. You know I’ll show up”

You smiled broadly “Thank you so much” he nodded “Of course sweetheart” 

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Remy's Turn

Wow, look at that. It seems Remy has caught the bug... Different caretaker this time around. This isn't my best work and I didn't proofread this but I hope you all enjoy nonetheless.

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“Are you okay?” Finn asked, standing in the doorway of Remy’s office, his hands in his pockets.

Remy lifted his head from where it was laying on his desk. 

“No. What’s up?” He leaned back in his chair.

“The quarterly meeting is in a couple minutes.” Finn took his hand out of his pocket and gestured toward the conference room. “Uh, sorry. Did you say no, you weren’t okay?”

Remy pushed himself up from his desk, smoothing out his shirt and taking a breath as he tried to will his nausea to subside long enough to make it through this meeting. 

“Yeah, I feel awful. I caught whatever hell virus has been taking out everyone in my house one by one.” Remy took another breath and ran his hand through his hair. “Is everything okay with you by the way? You weren’t in on Tuesday.”

Finn shifted on his feet and put his hands back in his pockets, “Oh yeah, uh, Drew was in the hospital Monday night… We didn't get home until late and I wanted to make sure she was alright so I stayed home Tuesday. I know the timing wasn’t convenient with the quarterly stuff coming up but I just-”

“Don’t worry about it. I have 2 kids, I know family comes first. Drew’s okay though?”

“Yeah, Drew’s fine.” Finn ran his hand through his hair, “Everything’s okay.”

“That’s good, now let’s get this meeting out of the way so I can go home.”

Finn kept an eye on Remy as he talked through his presentation, swallowing hard at the end of his sentences. He put up a good front, Finn probably wouldn’t have even noticed the signs that he was sick if he hadn’t spoken to him before the meeting.

By the time Remy was finished with his part of the presentation, he felt horrible. His stomach was in knots and he was freezing, but there was sweat dripping down his back. Finn gave him a look when he sat back down and Remy ignored it, sitting back in his chair and taking a deep breath. The hard part was over, now he just had to sit and make it through the rest of the meeting. 

Finn was up, giving his presentation with his team when he noticed Remy quietly get up and leave the conference room. 

There was only about 15 minutes left in the meeting and no one else seemed to notice him leave with the back of his hand pressed to his mouth. 

By the end of the meeting Remy hadn’t returned, leaving a different partner to wrap up. When Finn finally left the conference room he swung by Remy’s office to find it empty. Next he went into the bathroom that was between the conference room and Remy’s office thinking that was the next most likely place to find him. 

“Remy? Are you in here?” He called quietly. He walked further into the bathroom and noticed that one out of the two stalls were closed. Finn grimaced as he heard a grating retch and the unmistakable sound of vomit splattering into the toilet. He sighed and knocked lightly on the stall door.

“You okay?” He waited a beat, and when he got no response other than a couple more productive heaves and some rough coughs he continued. “Can I get you anything? Water? Should I call Mila?”

There was still no response, but then the toilet flushed and the stall opened. Remy was pale and clammy and his dress shirt was sticking to him. 

“I’m alright.” He said unconvincingly, walking over to the sink and rinsing his mouth out before splashing water on his face.

“No offense or anything, but you look like you can barely stay on two feet.”

“Yeah, I have to go home.” Remy mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning heavily on the bathroom sink.

“Do you want me to call Mila to come get you? I can’t in good conscience let you drive home like this…”

Remy shook his head, “She’s still coming back from this… thing.” He gestured toward his stomach and then muffled a burp into his fist. “She probably went back to bed after taking Lee to school.”

“Then I’ll drive you home, you can’t drive yourself and you sure as hell can’t stay here.”

“I can’t ask you to do that.” 

“You’re not asking, I’m offering… well more like telling.”

Remy sighed, but eventually agreed to let Finn take him home. He returned briefly to his office to collect his things and shut everything down before telling his secretary to cancel everything for the rest of the day, and tomorrow as well. 

Finn was waiting for him down in the lobby, by the time Remy stepped out of the elevator his nausea was back in full force. Expelling a significant amount of his stomach contents, not offering him long lasting relief. 

“You’re not looking too hot.” Finn said as they walked out of the building. 

“Can we please not talk about it?”

They walked to Finn’s car in silence, stopping once on the way for Remy to projectile vomit into the gutter. 

“Alright, get it all out before you get into my car.” Finn said, patting Remy gently on the back and smiling awkwardly at the passerby. 

“I feel like now’s a great time to mention that I get wildly motion sick.” Remy said hoarsely. 

“Yeah, great.” 

Remy walked into his house and kicked off his shoes at the front door, shedding his tie and unbuttoning his shirt on his way upstairs. Mila was exactly where he thought she would be, tucked in bed, sleeping off the remains of her bug. He stripped his dress shirt and pants, changing into a clean t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants before collapsing into bed next to Mila.

“Mm, Remy? What are you doing home?” She said sleepily, rolling over to face him.

“Sick,” He mumbled. “I puked at work, Finn brought me home.

“I’m sorry, Love. Do you need anything?”

“Sleep.”

Right when Remy closed his eyes, his phone started ringing. He grabbed it off the table and answered it without looking at the caller ID.

“Hello? Remington Paxton.” 

“Hi, Mr. Paxton. This is the school nurse. Leah appears to have come down with the bug going around, she got sick after lunch. Could you come pick her up?”

His eyes opened and he sat up, “Uh, yeah. I’ll be right there.”

He hung up and fell back into his pillows, sighing heavily and pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes, “Fuck.”

“Everything okay?” Mila asked, lifting her head.

“I’m going to need to borrow your car.”

[random-blurbs]

༻Every Morning༺

Short Imagine - Zayne x mc

The quiet whirring of the coffee machine filled the air. Looking out the window the sun hasn’t even peeked out yet seeing the time on the microwave.

4:30

Letting out a tired yawn the bed was calling you to the soft blankets you have accumulated over the years waiting for you. Your body was practically craving it as you tried rubbing out the tiredness from your eyes. Taking out the coffee you grabbed the creamer from the fridge pouring it in getting such a light color for the coffee.

“Is this even coffee anymore?” You mumbled confused who can enjoy the taste of it.

“Of course it is.” A deep rumbling voice was behind you as you quickly turned around with a tired smile. He shared the same one as he placed an affectionate kiss on your temple. “Thank you.” Grabbing it from behind you he took a sip confident you already know how he enjoys his ‘coffee’.

Shaking your head you pinched his cheek as a small smile spread on his lips at your actions. “All the sweetness you take is bound to make you sick.” You worryingly say tired of telling a doctor this. “Good thing you’re not my doctor.” He replied sitting on the chair with his breakfast ready for him.

“You know I’m only concerned for you.” You pouted taking a sit next to him. With a smaller portion you sat next to him picking at your fruits just trying to keep him company. “Well you don’t have to be. I’m quite literally your doctor.” He pointed out making you huff in annoyance. “Even tho it breaks how many rules…” With a sharp glare your meekly look away taking a bite out of your strawberry.

He knows the relationship you two hold breaks so many rules that can have his license revoked. But he can’t trust your well-being with anybody else. He rationalizes it as keeping your grandma’s promise to keeping you safe. It’s only right.

Taking a bite out of his toast he chew quietly looking beside him. He noticed already how you’re nodding off even while sitting up. He’s used to it. It’s been your routine for months. Smiling fondly he smoothed out your hair as you smiled at him gratefully. He doesn’t know why he deserves someone like you in his life.

Relishing in your time together he let you lean against him immediately going to sleep. He shook his head letting out a chuckle. He knows you probably stayed up on your phone watching those videos he doesn’t see the appeal in. He’s used to this cycle. Every morning this is what you guys do. He enjoys hearing your quiet breathing as he take sips of the coffee you always make him. This routine you two created has become his safe haven after the exhausting day he always goes through.

He never wants this to end.

Looking at his watch it’s time. He always dreads when it is. He barely puts an effort into even trying to wake you up. Placing a kiss on top of your head he twirled your hair slightly as he saw you stir. Your body knowing it needs to wake up.Both of your bodies not really wanting to pull away from one another, wanting to be together, unmoving.

“You suck…” You mumbled as you tiredly looked up at him.

“I know I’m sorry.” Taking the blame he helped you from your chair as he grabbed his necessities as you waited by the door. Huffing and puffing you still waited for him with a water bottle in your hand by the door. “You forget these on purpose.”

“No I don’t.”

“How are you a doctor.” You asked in disbelief as he begrudgingly took the water sad it wasn’t a warm cup of sweet coffee. “Years of studying.”

“Ha ha.” Rolling your eyes he brought you in for a tight hug as you basked in his warmth.

You love your mornings.

“I’ll see you later.” It was an innocent kiss as you savor the few seconds you have left with him. “Actually I might not be home.” You finally confessed.

His eyebrows were in furrow as he flicked your forehead. “Somehow find sleep then during your shift.” Whining as you rubbed your forehead you couldn’t help but smile as he mirrored yours.

Even knowing we can’t see each other at the end of the day we’ll always share the mornings.

The mornings we adore.

Every morning where we can remind one another of our love.

[b1xi]

𝘚𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 ───ハイキュー!!

Shoyo Hinata x reader

The low, steady sound of the television served as a fragile anchor to reality as sleep threatened to drag you down completely. Your eyelids grew heavy with each blink, and your body, exhausted from the long hours of studying and training, sank further into the plush living room couch. A yawn escaped your lips as you rubbed your eyes in an attempt to dispel the lethargy.

“Sho,” you called softly, trying to attract your friend’s attention, though you doubted your weak murmur could compete with the monotonous sound of the screen.

Shoyo Hinata lay bent over the small coffee table, his head resting on a pile of open sheets and notebooks, stained with his own hurried handwriting. A faint trail of saliva moistened one corner of the sheet closest to his face.

“Hinata,” you insisted, reaching out your foot to gently shake him. The only response you got was an unintelligible murmur and a slight shake of his head.

With a resigned sigh, you straightened up a little and leaned towards him.

“Sho, wake up. You can’t fall asleep here. We still have to study for tomorrow’s exam,” you murmured, this time shaking him more insistently.

After several attempts, Hinata finally cracked his eyes open. He blinked slowly, disoriented for a moment, before a sleepy smile spread across his face.

“What time is it?” he asked hoarsely, bringing a hand to his eyes to rub them clear.

“I don’t know, but it’s late. I should be heading home,” you replied, sitting up to begin gathering your notes. You had gone to his house straight after volleyball practice to study together, but time had passed faster than you had anticipated.

Hinata, still half asleep, fumbled for the remote on the floor, his hands aimlessly sliding over the wooden surface illuminated by the blue glow of the television.

“It’s dangerous for you to walk alone at this hour,” he said in a tone of genuine concern. He straightened up a little and looked at you with a slight frown. “Why don’t you stay?” My mom wouldn't have a problem.

You bit your lip, thinking about his proposal. You knew he was right; it was already late at night and walking home alone wasn't the safest option. Besides, with a simple message to your parents, you could avoid any worries.

"Okay, I'll stay," you gave in after a few seconds of silence.

Hinata's face lit up with an enthusiastic smile.

"Great! I can lend you some pajamas," he announced as he turned off the TV and began to pick up the books scattered on the table.

You watched him disappear down the hallway and return shortly after with a striped pajama in his hands. With obvious pride, he held it out in front of you.

"Here you go."

You took the garment and inspected it with an arched eyebrow. The fabric was soft, but as you put it on, you noticed that the sleeves were shorter than expected and that the shirt didn't quite cover the lower part of your torso.

“Looks like your pajamas have decided to shrink a little,” you commented with a mocking smile. “Or maybe you were always a dwarf.”

“Shut up!” he exclaimed, giving you a gentle punch on the arm, his face taking on a slight crimson hue.

His reaction only made you laugh harder.

As the night progressed and the room became dim, you both decided it was time to sleep. Hinata made her way to his bed, and noticing the small space next to the wall, you quickly gestured to it.

“I want that side,” you announced with determination.

Hinata immediately turned around with a frown.

“Why? I saw it first!” he protested, crossing his arms. “Besides, it’s my bed, so I have priority.”

“That’s not fair,” you countered, trying to keep a straight face as a smile threatened to creep onto your lips. “You always get the best spot. This time it’s my turn.”

He clicked his tongue and stared at you, as if he expected you to just give in. But when he saw that you weren’t willing to change your mind, he sighed in resignation.

“Okay, but if you snore, I’ll kick you out of bed.”

“Same here,” you replied with a victorious smile before settling down on the mattress.

The room was plunged into darkness after the subtle click of the lamp turning off. Only the distant glow of the moon filtered through the window, drawing soft shadows on the walls. You settled back on the mattress with a sigh of satisfaction, enjoying the warmth and sense of tranquility offered by the presence of your friend at your side.

“Good night, Shoyo,” you murmured, closing your eyes in the hope that tiredness would finally overcome you.

“Good night,” he replied in an equally low tone.

Silence settled in the room, only interrupted by the soft sound of both of your breathing in time. For a moment, you thought that Hinata had already fallen exhausted, but after a few minutes, the mattress moved slightly as he changed position.

You didn't give it much thought. At least, not until you heard a whisper.

—Hey…

You ignored his voice, convinced that if you didn’t answer, he’d give up and fall asleep.

“Hey,” he insisted, this time giving you a light push on the shoulder.

You groaned in response, not opening your eyes.

“Hinata, sleep.”

“I can’t,” he admitted with a dramatic sigh.

You shifted slightly under the sheets, having no patience for his nightly complaints.

“Then just close your eyes and pretend.”

“It doesn’t work like that,” he protested, rolling over on the mattress again.

There was a brief silence, just enough for you to think he’d finally decided to leave you alone. But suddenly you felt a slight tug on the sleeve of your pajamas.

“Hey…”

“Hinata…” you muttered warningly, not bothering to open your eyes.

“I’m hungry.”

You let out an exasperated sigh.

“Then go to the kitchen.”

"But if I go, the floor will creak and I'll wake up my mom. What if she gets angry?"

You rolled your eyes in the darkness.

"That sounds like a problem of yours."

"You're cruel" he said in a melodramatic tone.

Once again, silence returned. For a moment, you thought maybe he had decided to give up. But suddenly you felt something soft touch your cheek.

"Hinata, what the hell are you doing?" you asked, finally opening your eyes.

"Touching your face."

"Why?"

You frowned.

"I don't know. It's soft."

You swatted at his hand.

"Go to sleep."

"I can't."

"Just pretend."

"It doesn't work like that" he repeated with a smile that you could hear in his tone of voice.

You snorted and turned to the other side, facing away from him. But before you could settle back down, you felt his finger touch your shoulder.

—Hey…

"Hinata!" you exclaimed, turning around in frustration.

He let out a stifled laugh.

"I'm just saying, if I can't sleep, neither can you."

"If you keep bothering me, I swear I'll kick you out of bed."

"that would be disrespectful to you host."

“And you disrespect sleep,” you snorted, burying your face in the pillow.

Hinata laughed, satisfied that he had managed to irritate you a little, but after a few minutes, he finally seemed to quiet down. The room fell back into calm, and this time, when you closed your eyes, there were no interruptions.

Or at least, not until you heard one last whisper.

“Hey…”

“Hinata, if you open your mouth again, I swear I'll throw you out of bed.”

“…Nothing, forget it,” he replied in an amused tone before letting himself fall back against the pillow.

The night passed in complete calm, wrapped in the warmth of the sheets and the soft, measured rhythm of both of their breathing. Without realizing it, between sleep and unconsciousness, the space between the two of them was shrinking. Maybe it was the cold of the early morning or the unconscious need for proximity, but at some point in the night, the limits ceased to exist.

Your arm rested on Hinata's torso, while her hand, almost instinctively, had grabbed onto your waist. Her legs intertwined with yours in a carefree manner, and her face, relaxed in deep sleep, rested against your hair.

The first sign of the morning was the faint glow of the sun filtering through the window. Little by little, the orange light of dawn illuminated the room, outlining the figures in the bed with soft golden flashes.

It was the sound of light footsteps in the hallway that finally broke the stillness. A slight creaking announced the opening of the door, followed by a childish whisper.

"Onii-chan…"

The sleepy little voice belonged to Natsu, Hinata's younger sister. Her disheveled hair and vibrantly colored pajamas gave her an even more tender air as she rubbed her eyes with her small fists.

But as she looked up and saw the scene before her, her sleepy expression turned into one of poorly concealed surprise.

“Why are you hugging each other?” she asked with innocent curiosity.

Your brain, still caught in the haze of sleep, took a couple of seconds to process her words. And when you finally understood what she was saying, reality hit you like a bucket of cold water.

Hinata’s arms were wrapped around your body with alarming ease, and you weren’t in a better position. The warmth of his proximity became apparent, and as soon as he stirred slightly, starting to wake up, everything got worse.

His breathing was the first to change, becoming more aware. Then, the sudden stiffness of his body confirmed that he had also realized the situation.

He opened his eyes slowly, blinking in confusion before realizing the position they were in. And then, as if someone had flipped a switch, his face exploded into a scarlet hue.

“W-what the hell?!” he exclaimed, jerking away as if he had touched fire.

You rolled to the side, feeling the heat rise to your ears as you scurried away as quickly as possible.

“I… it’s not what it seems!” you tried to say, though you didn’t really have any convincing excuse.

Natsu continued to watch them with an amused expression of suspicion, his small arms crossed over his chest as he drummed his fingers against his elbow.

Taking advantage of the confusion of the moment, you took a breath and pointed at Hinata dramatically.

“It was him! He hugged me first!”

Hinata blinked, stunned, before sitting up suddenly.

“What?!” his voice came out shrill, almost choked with indignation. "That's not true! You were the one who came over while we were sleeping!"

"Lies! You must have turned around in the middle of the night and caught me without me noticing" you insisted, crossing your arms as if your argument was irrefutable.

"That doesn't make sense! Why would I do that?" he replied, bringing his hands to his head, desperate to defend himself.

Natsu watched them with amusement painted on his face.

"So... you two hugged each other all night?"

The silence that followed was deathly.

You and Hinata exchanged a look of horror before looking back at her, simultaneously stammering an unconvincing denial.

"W-we didn't hug!" Hinata protested, his face flushed". And Natsu, get out of my room!

His younger sister pursed her lips in a thoughtful grimace, as if considering whether to obey or continue pestering. After a few seconds of dramatizing her indecision, however, she gave an exaggerated sigh.

“Okay, okay. But I want my pancakes with extra honey,” she reminded him, pointing at him before exiting the room, closing the door with a loud “click.”

Hinata let out a sigh of relief before flopping back onto the bed, burying her face in the pillow.

“God, what a nightmare,” he muttered, his voice muffled by the fabric.

You stood for a moment, hesitating on whether or not to follow suit. The warmth of the sheets was still tempting, and after the morning chaos, the idea of going back to bed didn’t seem so bad.

Finally, you rolled your eyes and slid under the covers once more, settling in next to him.

“You were the one who forced me to stay, so don’t complain,” you commented, giving his arm a small nudge before closing your eyes.

Hinata huffed, but made no attempt to move away.

“Just five more minutes,” he muttered, turning to the side.

You smiled at his quick surrender and, without saying anything else, let the silence and comfort of the bed envelope you once again.

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.211 Snake in the grass

I tossed and turned all night, plagued by vivid, terrifying nightmares that left me feeling exhausted and on edge. I'm surprised I didn't wake Sophia. A heaviness sat on me like a thick sweater, so I sat on the edge of the bed, reminding myself of Sophia's words: I'm okay, we're all okay. If I ever needed a yoga session before, it's now. But when my little lady finds out I did it without her, she'll be upset. I want her to sleep. Between our travels and our traumatic night, we all need rest today. I went downstairs so I didn't disturb Sophia and hopped on Social Bunny to see everyone's Winterfest pictures. No sooner than I sat, Maira sent me a text with two pictures in it. No context. Just two extremely random pictures that raised all kinds of questions.

All my alarms blared. This snake duped my friend, and I wanted to knock some sense into him. I didn't need this kind of energy today. My finger was just about to hit the call button when her face popped up; I never answered a phone call so quickly.

"Maira what the hell??!!!"

"Calm down, Luca. Let me explain."

"Why would you send me those?? Why not just call and THEN send the pictures??"

"I wanted to surprise you!"

"Well, I'm not surprised! I'm concerned! Who is this man?? And why are you both in white?! Please tell me you didn't marry him!"

"I can't do that."

"MAIRA!"

"Well, if you'd just listen!!"

"FINE!"

They met about a week ago and eloped yesterday, and it took everything I had not to scream. Yes, I see the irony of being upset about this when I moved into Sophia's house after one date. But Maira is someone I care about, and she has a history of men trying to take advantage of her. It also reminded me of Alessia's situation all over again. I kept saying to myself, I don't need this right now and muted myself so I could take deep breaths. But as her story came together, I calmed down. Oliver O'Keefe is his name, but he didn't sound like a snake at all. Honestly, he sounded like a proper gentleman. Maira is super clumsy and tripped while walking up some stairs at a restaurant. Oliver was coming down on the other side and helped her up. The next day, she went back to the restaurant, and I'm sure you guessed it; he was there. They arrived around the same time, and she invited him to dine with her. Turns out he's a big foodie and was obsessed with the restaurant. They had hilarious conversations and learned a lot about each other. She wanted more, so she gave him her number. To her surprise, he called a few hours later, saying he wanted to make sure she got home okay, and that she wasn't sprawled out at the bottom of anymore stairs. Funny. I gave him points for that one. They talked for the rest of the night—the rest of the week, actually. She invited him out every day, and he always left her wanting more. They had chemistry, but she cared for him in ways she's never cared for anyone. I could tell even in her voice that she had stumbled upon something special. She kept her feelings to herself for a while because it seemed crazy to have fallen in love that fast, but she couldn't deny it for long. Earlier this week, she invited him to her place to confess. She told him she'd understand if he didn't feel the same and needed to step away, but he confessed to feeling the same. He respected her and didn't want to put her off by making a move too soon. Needless, they had an amazing night, if you know what I mean. The next few days were quite epic, too. Finally, on Winterfest Eve, he invited her to an address in Chestnut Ridge. She felt special because he'd never asked her out before. She got dressed up, thinking it was a date spot, but when she arrived, it was just an old ranch. He acquired it long ago and restored it gradually until it was move-in ready, but he didn't want to live there alone. And he wasn't looking for a roommate, either. He wanted a companion to fill the space with love; Someone to enjoy the journey with him; A partner worthy of being a mother to his children. He wanted a wife. He wanted Maira.

I was all smiles by the time her story was over. My dreams for her had finally come true! I always wanted her to open herself up to love, and I wanted a worthy man to see her. He sounds worthy, but I'll reserve judgment until we meet because he could still be a snake. Predators don't strike right away. She invited us to hang out with them for New Year's Eve tomorrow if Sophia and I didn't have anniversary plans. I told her we had just gotten back in town and weren't gonna do anything for a while, and we'd be happy to swing by.

[isabel-bishop]

Being back in Pride's arms was like coming home, a reminder of everything she'd endured just for small moments like this. It was the only thing that got her through their time apart: that for once, there would finally be a moment to breathe and take in each other's presence without feeling a target on their backs. It wouldn't be hard to keep her promise when every second where she wasn't holding onto some part of Pride caused an ache in her heart where their bond used to be. "I'll hold you to that," the witch responded, unable to contain the grin as she looked at her Prince adoringly before nodding– turning on her heel with a lightness she hadn't felt in a long time, if ever. "I think you might regret allowing me to bring Nettle, Pride," Isabel called out from her closet, pulling various clothes out– especially the blue ones before putting the suitcase on her bed to pack. "As much as I love my boy, getting sand out of his fur would be a nightmare if he managed to get into any. I'll leave Nettle here, I'm sure I can get Jo or Lex to look after him." Packing her clothes nicely reminded Bel of when she went on the run with Pride not so long ago, not budging until she took her cat with her– especially when there wasn't an actual timeline of how long they would be gone. How things were so similar yet different. The witch struggled to close her bag's zipper, forcing it closed with her body weight before dragging it to where Pride was. "Are we actually doing this? A vacation? I don't think I've ever actually left the city before."

"I know you will keep to your promise." Even in Pride's emotionless state, the deeply rooted pang from losing their bond in the event of the King's demise sent a shockwave through his body. Somewhere deep within him, he loved Isabel more than anything the realms offered, despite his lack of feelings towards everything else. She was his life, his queen, and the epitome of what love can stand for with his species who once claimed themselves soulless only to prove the contrary. "I would sell my soul just to be graced by the vision of you in a bikini if I had one." Pride leaned forward and gently pressed their foreheads together, never having enough contact with his witch that would fulfill the missed time together. "You will have your dance under the stars, my darling, as you will the ravaging anywhere you want." He chuckled softly and leaned back, "Go, pack your bags and we'll leave shortly. And yes, you can even bring the hairy beast along." The demon shot a narrowed glance at Bel's familiar Nettle, engaging in a curt stare down, before returning his gaze to the woman. "Our vacation awaits, my Isabel."

[daisywords]

they should make a support group for people who love to sing but are cursed with mediocre voice

[caffeinewitchcraft]

AITA for telling my boyfriend’s coworkers that he’s lying about his body count?

I (35f) have been dating my boyfriend (32m) for four years. It’s honestly been the best relationship until last Friday when it all went down. I feel like I’m in the right, but now I’m wondering if I overstepped.

For context, my boyfriend has been a professional Slasher for about eight months now. He’s always really admired Cryptids, Monsters, and Nightmares so when his application was finally accepted, he was over the moon even if he was starting in a lower position than he initially applied for.

At his company, being a Slasher requires a lot of travel which we knew when he accepted the position. The end goal is for him to get a promotion to at least regional Nightmare (he wants Cryptid, but that position doesn’t have a lot of turnover) but to get that he needs to be in role for at least 12 months OR meet his goals for three months in a row. Once he promotes, we plan to relocate to his new region and “start talking about our future.”

(Side note: no this isn’t about him not popping the question yet. We are both in agreement that marriage comes after financial stability. I run a small business doing scare consults and, while it’s been growing, I wouldn’t call it stable yet. So neither of us are ready.)

I told him it’s completely normal for it to take a whole year before he’s ready to promote and he really should focus on adjusting to the company before thinking about next steps. I used to work for a competitor (I’ve been retired for five years now) and I know it can be hard to go from only taking the occasional human life to having to take over half a dozen a week. It’s not a light workload, no matter how easy it looks in the movies. One of my best friends Slashes part-time and she still only averages about five lives a week despite having done it for years. Especially these days, it can be really hard to meet quota. Humans are getting smarter, no matter what the Council wants us to think.

Anyway, boyfriend didn’t do as well as he thought he would in his first couple months. Totally understandable, of course, which I told him. I suggested he ask his boss if he could be put on a couple team assignments or even a duo until he got the hang of it. That was our first real fight. He thought I was doubting his ability to kill. He brought up how I told him it would take over a year to promote and how I said that this job wasn’t for everyone (His first assignment ended with a 0% kill rate, but that’s a different story). He said it felt like I didn’t believe in him and he said that if that was the case then maybe we shouldn’t be thinking about marriage so soon.

It got pretty messy after that. I felt like he was forgetting that I’d worked in the same field and, arguably, had a lot more experience (not to brag, but I averaged a 98% kill rate). Also, four years is NOT too soon to talk about marriage. He said I didn’t understand how he needed to focus on his career right now. I told him I thought he was taking Slasher too lightly just because it wasn’t Cryptid. He accused me of not respecting him and then things spiraled from there.

We both said a lot of things we didn’t mean and I’m embarrassed that it turned into a bit of a fang measuring contest. I ended up sleeping under the bed for a few nights until he coaxed me out to apologize.

It was a rough patch, but we talked it out. We agreed that, going forward, I wouldn’t offer advice unless he asked and he would try not to take so much of his frustration home with him. He took a weekend off and we went on a recreational haunting trip in the Montana woods.

Things did get better after that. I tried not to give him consults every time he came back from a work trip. He started bringing me souvenirs like roses and cursed puzzle boxes his work said he could have. It became easier just to hang out with each other and it felt like we were back to normal.

But then, four months ago, he came home super pissed because his boss put him on a PIP. (A performance improvement plan.) Apparently, boyfriend had not been doing better at work, he had just stopped telling me when he had a bad assignment. I saw the paperwork he got (he left it in the dungeon under the house, I didn’t go through his stuff) and he’s been missing quota by a LOT. As a junior Slasher, he was supposed to be executing at least 6 people a week, but he’d been lucky to be maiming half that.

Obviously, I had to talk to him about that. We rent our house and, even though I could have afforded the rent on my own, I didn’t want to jeopardize the investments I was making in my business (I was in the process of hiring an assistant to handle my scheduling). Plus, we agreed from day one that we would be 50/50 on rent and I would take care of the rest of the bills because I earned more. I felt that if his financial situation was in jeopardy, he needed to talk to me about it.

I tried to approach him a bit differently than last time. I asked him if there was anything I could do to help. I told him about my slasher friend and how maybe she could give him advice if he didn’t want any from me. But he said he needed to figure stuff out on his own and that if he couldn’t get himself off the PIP then he would go back to work for his dad’s janitorial company.

I let it go. I was worried but I didn’t want to fight again just after patching the holes from the last blow out. It really bugged me that he thought I didn’t believe in him so I committed to giving him the benefit of the doubt. I said okay and asked him if he needed me to meal prep for both of us that week. He offered me grocery money, but I said it was fine since I’d had to deal with a lot of humans breaking in lately and I still had some leftover in the dungeon.

Fast forward a month. Boyfriend got off the PIP super fast. He worked his way off of it over Spring Break and started taking on a lot of extra assignments. In just four weeks he went to Miami Beach twice, New York City twice, and to three separate summer camps. I missed him and it was hard not having him around but I remembered how he said he needed to focus on his career and I tried not to nag.

It was hard not to nag though. With him gone, all the housework fell on me. We rent a 19th century manor, and its upkeep really does need two people. Doing all the chores plus running my business started to really drain me. Even when he was home, he forgot to banish the ghosts (my chore is to kill all invading humans, and his chore is to banish their ghosts) and he never took out the trash. I think he cleaned blood off the dungeon walls once, but then I had to basically redo it because he missed a lot of spots.

But still, I didn’t say anything because he was doing really well at work and I didn’t want to ruin that for him. Even when Humans started breaking in every week, I didn’t complain even though it interrupted my work day.

Last month though, I did ask him if we could move somewhere that needed less maintenance. There were just way too many Humans breaking in and I didn’t have the time to deal with them anymore. Even if I don’t do all the theatrics I used to as a Cryptid, killing humans through fear still takes a lot of time. He asked me if I didn’t appreciate the free meat, and I said I would appreciate it more if I wasn’t the only butchering it.

He said he didn’t want to move because he was really close to getting promoted to regional Nightmare and he didn’t want to take time off work to move. I was so surprised that I couldn’t hide how surprised I was. He saw and got offended. He asked if I still didn’t believe in him. I said that I did, but it was a huge jump to go from an 8% kill rate to getting promoted.

He got even more mad at me for bringing up his stats and he said that he had nearly 80% kill rate since being put on the PIP. I asked how many humans a week he was slashing and he told me I was being too nosy and that was proof that I didn’t believe in him.

I asked him if we could at least hire a ghoul then to keep the humans out of my office and he said he didn’t want to waste the money that we should be saving for our new house. I asked him what he wanted me to do then? I had to take phone calls for my consulting business and it was really hard to stalk humans all around the house while trying to sound like a professional to my clients.

He asked me to be patient for one more month. He said if he met quota for one more month, his boss said he’d get promoted. So I said fine and let it go.

Fast forward to now, almost a full month later.

Last Friday, I attended the Eldritch Conference. For those not in the scare field, the Eldritch Conference is the most prestigious event in our industry. It’s invitation only and is a chance to network with all the big players in the field. Mothman, the Jersey Devil, Bloody Mary and Bigfoot all spoke this year and both my former company, Grudge Industries, and my boyfriend’s current company, Forgotten Summer Solutions, were invited.

I was surprised to get an invite as a solo contributor to the field. However, my consulting firm has really been doing well and I did land a seasonal contract with the Yeti Co-op which I guess is how they heard about me. Plus, I’ve been a speaker before so I think the organizers knew I would behave myself.

I was planning on telling my boyfriend that I was going, but he was out of town on a co-ed sleepover assignment. He usually doesn’t have his phone on during his assignments, so I didn’t bother calling him. I just figured it’d be nice if we ran into each other at the conference if he made it back in time.

Which brings me to what actually happened (apologies for the long post).

So everything went great for my part of the day. I got to network with a lot of individual businesses and even got to reconnect with Blood Mary who I knew back in my Cryptid days. I told her I was dating a Slasher from Forgotten Summer Solutions and invited her to come with me to check out their booth. I thought it would be fun to grab dinner with her after since I assumed if my boyfriend was there, he’d be going out with coworkers which he often does. Plus, I admit, I was showing off a little. I don’t often get the chance to brag about my Cryptid days.

She agreed and we went over to see if my boyfriend was there.

I introduced myself to the people manning the booth. My boyfriend wasn’t there, but a few Slashers recognized my name and greeted me. They were definitely in awe of Bloody Mary (she came in full uniform) and invited us to look at their displays. They had portfolios for each Slasher on the desk as a sort of preview of what their services looked like.

While Bloody Mary looked through the portfolios, I chatted with my boyfriend’s coworkers. They said they were thrilled to work with him and that, even though he had a really rough start, it was impressive how quickly he started meeting his goals. Something about how they talked about his work kind of didn’t make sense. They were talking like he was killing a dozen humans a week, but he’d told me that he was at 80% on his assignments which typically only offer about ten humans each.

I asked them about it and they said that he’d been Slashing during After Hours which is a new goal supplement program his company launched a few months ago. Basically, anyone can sign up for After Hours and the company counts human kills done in uniform as part of their quota. I asked them if this was available to them while they were on assignment and they said no, it had to be done when they had down time. I asked them how my boyfriend was part of that when he was traveling all the time and they looked confused. One of them said that my boyfriend is still getting one assignment per week and is then supplementing his kill rate with After Hours.

At that point, I was even more confused. It sounded like my boyfriend had been lying to me then, because he told me that he was getting at least two assignments a week. If he was only getting one, then where was he going when he said he was traveling?

Bloody Mary interrupted before I could say anything and asked how their Slashers did their kills. They said that every Slasher at their company is required to use a standard issue weapon (like a machete or axe) for their kills to count. They said their company doesn’t count accidents as part of their quota (like falling or heart attacks).

Bloody Mary pulled me aside and showed me the portfolio she was holding. She said that she was going to give me a chance to explain without them overhearing and showed me the book. She said that a bunch of kills in it looked Cryptid kills. And she said, specifically, it looked like the kills I made when I was a Cryptid. I took the book from her and flipped through it and she was right, they really did look like Cryptid kills. Worse, I recognized a few of the Humans from the past few weeks. They were actually my kills!

Kill stealing is a major taboo in our industry.

I told her I didn’t know anything about this. She looked really relieved at that and said that even though I wasn’t a Cryptid anymore, it would look really bad for me if I was caught helping a Slasher cheat at their job. It could affect my business which she’d only heard good things about.

I’m embarrassed to say that I tried to defend him. He’s new to our industry so I thought it might be a mistake. He might not be trying to cheat, this could be a misunderstanding.

She said she didn’t think so because a mistake would be one or two of my kills mixed in with his, not the entire book.

I counted up how many photos were in the book and, all told, of the 146 kills, at least 100 were mine. I couldn’t really say it was a mistake at that point and I was just staring at his portfolio like an idiot. Bloody Mary asked me what I was going to do because, mistake or not, this looked really bad and could damage my reputation if it got out.

At that moment, another man walked up to booth and asked us if there was a problem. I knew that if I said anything, I would be jeopardizing my boyfriend’s job, but if I didn’t say something, I was jeopardizing my business.

I told my boyfriend’s coworkers that he was lying about his body count. I said I didn’t think that they knew he was doing it, but over half of the kills in his portfolio weren’t his and I suggested they remove it from their display before another Cryptid came by and realized it.

The other man thanked me for bringing this to his attention and asked how we knew. Bloody Mary said that she knew another Cryptid’s kills and I had to tell them that I was that Cryptid, though I was retired now. He asked me if I knew my boyfriend was doing this, and I told him no.

I told him I really didn’t want to get my boyfriend in trouble and suggested that maybe he didn’t know those kills didn’t belong to him because they happened in our house. I was grasping at straws and Blood Mary even looked sad for me. His coworkers looked skeptical but tentatively agreed. The man – who turned out to my boyfriend’s boss – said that they would investigate this thoroughly and apologized personally for his employee’s misconduct.

I was spiraling at that point so I thanked him and said I wasn’t mad, I was just looking out for both of our reputations. He promised to keep it between us and I agreed.

Then I apologized to Bloody Mary because I didn’t feel like eating dinner anymore. She said she understood and wished me well.

I went home and did a quick perimeter search of the property. Sure enough, there were human summoning stones ALL OVER the yard. Which means my boyfriend was intentionally luring humans to our house to get me to kill them so he could take credit. It wasn’t a mistake at all.

My boyfriend came home later that night in his work clothes. As soon he got inside he started yelling. He said he was suspended without pay and that all his hard work was for nothing.

I said I knew he’d been stealing my kills and he almost ruined my reputation. He said they still counted as his kills because he did all the work of luring the humans to our house.

I told him that wasn’t how it worked and he knew it. He said it was the same as setting a trap and I was taking this too seriously. I told him that, as a Slasher, he has to use a weapon to get his kills, not me. He said I was basically the same thing since I had such a high kill rate. I asked him if he was calling me an object.

(My parents exploited me by selling me as a haunted doll through a lot of my childhood and he knows I’m sensitive to being called an object.)

He backpedaled at that point and asked if I didn’t want to buy a house together. He said he was doing it for us and I should’ve understood and not said anything. I told him that when I was a Cryptid I had my pride and would’ve never done this.

He said I needed to tell his boss that he was the one who made all those kills. I said it wasn’t me who recognized them as Cryptid kills and now his boss knew too. He accused me of thinking I’m better than him because I have telekinetic powers and can move through shadows and can possess people, while he’s basically a human himself. I told him of course not and that I worked hard for those powers unlike him.

He got really mad at that and actually charged at me with his machete raised. I don’t think he was going to actually hit me, but I reacted like he was. It was all instinct. I disarmed him and I swear I heard a crack when I grabbed his wrist. I shoved him into the wall.

 He crumpled to the floor and started crying. He said sorry and sort of curled up around his wrist. He said he didn’t ever feel like he was enough for me and he didn’t even know why I was still with him. He called himself a bunch of names and said I would be better off without him.

I sort of awkwardly stood there for a minute. On one hand I wanted to assure him that he was enough and that I loved him, but, on the other, I wasn’t sure I could forgive him. He nearly ruined my reputation, and he embarrassed me in front of Bloody Mary. Plus, I still didn't know where he’d been going all those times he said he was on a business trip and apparently wasn’t.

So I ended up not saying anything. I went to our room and started packing a bag. He followed me. He was still crying as he begged me not to go. He said he would own up to his kill steals at work and he would make it right. He pleaded for me not to leave him and that he would give up slashing.

I told him I needed space to think. He tried to grab me, but I shadow walked out of the house. I heard him screaming from outside and I hurriedly drove away.

Now I’m at my friend’s house and I told her everything. She agreed I did the right thing walking away from him, but when I asked her what I should do she hesitated. She said that my boyfriend wasn’t right to kill steal but, as a fellow Slasher, she understood what he was going through. She said I wouldn’t understand the pressure to meet quota because I was always surpassing mine when I was in the field. She said that a Cryptid could never understand a Slasher.

She also said that nobody would have found out about his kills if I hadn’t brought them to his boss’ attention. She said the only time kills are on display like that is at the Eldritch Conference and by the next one, he’d have had kills of his own. She thinks that if I’d just confronted him at home, he wouldn’t be on suspension.

So now I’m worried that I overreacted when I told my boyfriend’s coworkers that he was lying about his body count.

AITA?

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[angelfrombeneth]

PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT, RIGHT? - N . CHAVEZ

Mature Content Ahead

Nicholas Chavez x F!Actress Reader

Warnings: SMUT

Summary: You and Nicholas are costars in a new show - Grotesqueire. When it is time to film a sex scene, you aren't ready; awkward tension takes over, but you know what they say; Practice makes perfect.

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The filming for Grotesqueire has been underway for a few weeks now, this is your first big role in any media which you are extremely excited for. The show has an extremely interesting script, which is one of the reasons you wanted to put your all into your audition - which got you here.

"Y/N, I need you on set B in 5 minutes" Someone shouted from outside the trailer.

You sat up, taking your glasses off as you put them aside as you grabbed your contact case, quickly putting your contacts. You grab your veil, before exiting your trailer and walking towards the set. Crew preparing sets around you as you pass through different hallways, so much going on in one place but somehow you still felt at home.

"I was wondering where you were" You heard Nicholas laugh behind you as you turned to face him.

You laughed, turning to him as you smiled. Nicholas was your co-star playing a weirdly odd but kinky priest - and well, he was definitely lovely to look at.

"Nicholas, what are you doing?" The costume leader came scrambling over. "That isn't your costume for this scene- come!" She grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the set.

You laughed at Nicholas getting dragged away before walking upon the director and listening to your scene directions.

You sat upon your position on the set, the hairstylist coming to fit the veil upon your head properly, fixing your hair under it as you noticed Nicholas enter the set from the side of your view. You turn to look at him, your eye quirking up at his costume- well lack of costume.

"Nicholas why are you wearing just a towel?" You laughed.

"I have no idea- This is what Marissa gave me-" He spoke but was quickly cut off by the director on the megaphone.

"Alright! So can we get Talia on set please!"

You watched a girl walk up to you and Nicholas, smiling as she held a clipboard. "Y/N! Nicholas! I am very grateful to meet you, I am Talia your intimacy coordinator"

You blinked. You read the script you knew it was coming but you didnt realise it would be so early on. Nicholas shared a similar face to you.

"Now, don't worry, we will go over the main aspects and go over any boundaries the pair of you have" She smiled.

The next twenty minutes were spent with you, Nicholas and the intimacy coordinator. You were still shocked. It wasn't that you couldn't do it - Nicholas was attractive, and all, and the attraction for the scene was definitely there; it was just the awkwardness of it.

After talking Talia deemed you guys to be okay to proceed, the horn sounded round the studio as the pair of you prepared for your scene.

The tension loomed in the air as you stared at Nicholas from the doorway, reciting your lines.

"Can you dry my back sister... please" He hummed, passing a folded white towel over to you. You took it, walking behind him as he kneeled infront of the bed. You took the towel, slowly sliding it over his back full of gashes, cleaning the blood from his back as your finger ran over the bumps. You let your hand reset to his shoulder, softly gripping it as he hummed, it was what was scripted but it felt.. awkward.

"CUT!-" Shot through the studio as alarms sounded once more. Talia and the director came over, looking at you and Nicholas.

"Maybe lets take a break, you two talk through the scene and try and coordinate something. It feels.." The direction tapped his chin as he spoke.

"Awkward. It was very tense and not good tense" Talia sighed.

The pair of you nodded, walking out of the studio and towards the trailer as you groaned, flinging open the door as you tore the veil off your head yet again.

Nicholas sat on the couch looking up at you snickering as you groaned, sitting beside him, tossing your legs over his as you leaned back on the couch.

"I had no clue we were filming.. that today. It's just.. awkward" You looked at him, watching his body face yours completely as he held your full attention. The way his eyes stared into yours as you spoke.

"I mean if it makes you feel any better, I was pretty nervous. I didnt really know what to do and its just unfamilar i guess, its not a regular sex scene its gotta be.. kinky" He chuckled.

He made you feel comfortable. No pressure at all, the awkwardness was lifting bit by bit, showing the light under the fog.

"I mean what if we just.. you know" You blurted.

"If we just what?" Nicholas looked at you confused. "Fucked?"

"I mean you said it not me.." You looked around the room, trying to break the obvious tension as he laughed at your reaction. "I mean, for the scene right?" You smirked.

"Yeah for the scene." You sat up and looked at him as he spoke, crawling towards him slightly. You paused just before him. One of your hands gripping his thigh as the other held his shoulder.

The pair of you looked at each other for a brief moment, the balance of friends and coworkers about to be broken. As much as you wanted to chant in your head, 'it's for work, for work,' it wasn't, was it.

Your lips softly connected with his, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you in, sitting upon his lap, your legs wrapping and encasing him between. His lips mimicked your movement, slowly moving against yours, matching your pace and rhythm.

You pulled away briefly for a moment, looking at him. "This is work right..?" You chuckled.

"Definitely work" He smirked, pushing himself up, sending you up as he pulled apart your dress, the top clasps undoing as you kissed him forcefully. Your arms flew around his neck as he tugged the dress down slightly.

Your lips interlocked as you kissed each other hungrily, your hands combing through his locks as he slid all over your torso, pinching and grabbing at the flesh.

You both wouldn't admit it, but this was a long time coming. With the subtle flirting on and off set, you both were excited for the sex scene to finally be able to 'get a taste' as Nicholas said - but you didn't expect this.

You pulled away, gripping the waist of the dress as you dragged it up your body, pulling it up over your head as you dropped it to the floor, allowing yourself to fall back against the couch, your arms around his neck as you guided him ontop of you.

"Fuck-" Nicholas groaned, towering above you as he stared down as you adored in your black lace set as you stared up at him. "Is lingere supposed to be apart of the costume.. I mean stockings? Really? The dress covers it" His hand slid down your thigh to your calf, feeling the silky sheer material covering your bare skin.

"Personal touch" You smirked at him, your hands holding his shoulders as he licked his lips.

Nicholas's head turned to the side, kissing the wrist of your hand as it held his shoulder, taking the hand as he kissed up your arm slowly, gaining closer and closer.

You pulled him down towards you, rubbing his neck softly as you pecked his lips softly. "Nick- This is mad" You laughed out.

A smile covered his lips as he kissed your cheek, to your jaw and slowly down your neck, nipping occasionally. "Its practice... for work of course"

"The for work excuse has been.. overused~" You melted into his touch, your hands resting softly upon his hips above the towel that fixed upon his body. You tugged his hips closer, noticing his lips depart from your collarbone as he peered up at you.

He licked his lips, sitting back upon his knees as he stared down at you, that cheeky grin on his face. "Now, got to act suprised in the scene, I'll give you a little preview" He snickered.

You reached forward for his towel, tugging it as it puddled at his knees. You gawked for a moment, you didnt expect him to actually be pare naked under the towel - acting and all, you'd think he'd have some sort of cover.

"The director thought it would be more authentic to be completely naked under the towel.... For gravity purposes" He winked, his hands sliding down your waist, hooking his fingers through the sides of your underwear, slowly pulling them down your body.

"That's a terrible excuse" You laughed as you lifted your feet out of your underwear as he dropped them on the floor. You sat up, pushing his chest as he sat back on the couch.

"Calm down, cowgirl", He snickered, leaning back as he stared at you; one of his heads reached to rest upon your hip, the other clasped around himself as he gradually began to pump.

You reached back, unclasping your bra and sliding it off slowly as you threw it at him, the pair of you laughing. The sight of him leant back against the couch, hot and bothered as he stared at you while touching himself was all too much, it was making you hot and bothered.

"Fuck me, you are so hot Nicholas" you brought your hands to your face, covering your eyes as you let out a loud drawn out sigh.

"Genes.. what can I tell you" He smiled, as you leaned forward pecking his lips softly a few times. His grin seeping into the kiss as you stared at him, your noses touching eachother slightly.

You leaned in, capturing him in a soft kiss, instantly reciprocated as both his hands gripped your waist. You sat in his lap, softly grinding down against him - humming softly within the kiss at the friction.

You noticed his eagerness as his hips would occasionally buckle up against yours, one of his heads to your neck, gripping it softly as he pulled you closer - the pair of you intensely making out.

Your hands raked through his hair, tugging and stroking it as his hand tested with pressure around your neck as you hummed softly, lightly moaning within the kiss.

You pulled away abruptly, looking down as you took him into your hand as you slowly guided him into you as you let out a light and soft moan, which was sounded out by his own moan.

"Fuckkkk-" His head fell backwards as his hands fell upon your waist, guiding you slowly.

You looked down at him, your hands holding his shoulders as you slowly rutted your hips against his, grinding down against him. Watching his face twitch in pleasure as his breathing stuttered at each movement.

"You are so vocal" You laughed, pecking his lips softly as you rested your forehead against his, continuing to grind down against him, watching his body for every single twitched movement.

"Cant help it- Does it bother y-you.." He stared up at you, slightly breathless as he grinned, his eyes half lidded.

"Absolutely not.. turns me on if anything" You chuckled, kissing his cheek softly as you leaned down to nibble on his ear lobe as you continued to ride him.

Nicholas continued to groan in your ear, making you smirk as you speed up your movements, dropping your body weight down against him harshly as you bucked your hips back and forth. Cusses spewed from his lips as you continued to do so. 'Fuck' 'Shit' 'Holy Fuuuck-', continued to fall from his lips as you hummed softly, soft moans leaving yours.

You watched him intently as his eyes rolled back, his eyes staying hooded as he tried to steady his breathing. Smirking as you noticed the effect you had over him, especially how cocky he is normally.

Your movements slowed down as you panted softly, leaning against him for balance and he noticed. Nicholas picked you up, causing you to yelp momentarily as you pushed you up against a desk.

"Getting tired?" He smirked, pressing his hands against the wall behind you, as he thrusted harshly forward - causing you to gulp back a moan. Your fists clenching as you stared up at him.

"I thought-" You groaned, at each thrust he made, pressing your hands against his chest as you steadied your breathing.

"Mhm.. You thought wrong; I was definitely enjoying before, though.." He pecked your lips softly, leaning to your ear. "My turn now" He whispered.

His hands hooked under your thighs, lifting your lower body up slightly as he continued to thrust into you. You yelped out, shutting your eyes as you tried to control yourself from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure, trying hard to not let go so soon. His lips harshly locked against your neck, as he sucked and bit down against the flesh.

"Nicholas-" You gasped out, moaning softly as your fingernails clawed down his back harshly.

"Shhhh" He cooed, as he licked up your neck, his hips continuing to slam against yours as the desk rocked below the pair of you.

"So fucking good- holy-" You gasped, staring at him as you laughed out slightly, his lips curling up into a smile as he continued to thrust, his hands holding your hips up just above the desk as you locked your legs around his waist tightly.

He dropped you harshly against the wood, placing a hand on your neck, kissing you roughly as you raced to reciprocate. His tongue halfway down your throat as your hands slid down his chest, your fingers feeling between the crevises of his sculpted chest. His free hand, cupping your breast as he squeezed it occasionally.

You hummed needingly into the kiss as his thumb pressed pressure against the front of your throat, causing you to tighten - which he felt. You could feel the smirk on his face as he kissed you, his tongue exploring your mouth as you helplessly allowed it.

You felt his whole hand clamp down on your neck with pressure. Your breath hitched for a moment at the sheer shock as he pulled away, your foreheads resting against one another, beads of sweat falling and mixing within each other as you gasped, staring into his eyes as he thrust deeply, holding himself within you.

"...Nick.." you croaked out as he stared at you, his eyes blown out with lust as he leaned in, biting your lip between his teeth as he held his eye contact with you, his thumb still pressed hard against the front of your throat.

He took his free hand, sliding his middle finger and index finger past your lips and into your mouth as you stared at him. You gave him no indication against it which caused his dick to twitch. He began to thrust against yet this time harder but slower. Your body rebounded each time, pushing yourself into the wall that you could've meshed into it. You sucked on his fingers, tugging his hair as you run your hand down his face, caressing it as you let out a guttural moan as he trusted once more.

"Good girl.. cum for me" He whispered, withdrawing his fingers from your mouth and removing his hand from your neck as his face flew to yours, your lips instantly crashing upon one another as he gripped your hips, pulling you forward and roughly thrusting into you.

You moaned into his mouth, panting heavily as you drew closer and closer to your high. Your leg twitching as you threw your head back as his lips sucked and nipped at your neck as you screamed out loudly. Your hands clawing down his back as you came undone.

You were too dazed in your high, groaning and panting as Nicholas pulled out, groaning as he pumped himself watching as your whole body twitched.

Your legs flung closed as you stared at him, exhausted as he whined before he came on your thigh, whimpering and panting as he did so, his arm leant against the wall behind you as it supported his weight - his face mere centermeters away.

"Holy fuck-" You chuckled, out of breath as you stared at him.

His chest rose and fell as he stared up at you with hooded eyes. His finger swiping his cum off your thigh as he held it up to you.

You smirked, leaning forward and sucking it off his finger as you looked at him. He smiled at you before pushing himself off the wall as he stumbled back to the couch, laying back on it as he sighed - catching his breath.

"That was more of a workout than my actual workout sessions.. jesus Christ", Nicholas groaned, his arm resting up above him.

You pulled yourself off the desk, your legs slightly wobbly as you slowly approached him. You sat beside his head, lifting it and resting it against your thigh as you sighed.

"I think we've got the sex scene down, don't you.." You laughed, running your fingers through his hair.

"Oh, definitely" He smirked up at you.

It was safe to say, when the pair of you finally caught your breath you showered and got rechanged into your costumes. You had to cover up all the marks on your neck but for Nicholas it was fine, he was already marked by makeup so hopefully no one could tell the difference.

When the pair of you got to set, you definitely delivered the sex scene, going beyond the script. Hair pulling, finger sucking, tit grabbing, ass grabbing - the lot. Safe to say everyone was impressed.

"CUT! That was exactly what we needed, guys!" The director clapped as you and Nicholas stared at each other, panting slightly. You smirked, looking down at the tent under the towel Nicholas was wearing.

"Please don't move- it'll be so fucking embarrassing", Nicholas begged. You chuckled, patting his chest.

[lamefish]

kento nanami is an anniversary man. nsfw

you think it's sweet, how he has the date of big events in his life on memory. when it's a loss, he'll take the day off to remember, with his head in your lap as he tells stories of whomever has passed. you listen intently, ask questions about them and watch as your husband recounts every good thing about a person.

he celebrates the good, too. almost excessively. the date you met is circled on the calendar, and kento will wake you up with breakfast in bed and a day of doting to show you just how important this anniversary is to him. you turned his world upside down in the best of ways, and what kind of man is he if not one to celebrate the light in his life?

of course, your wedding anniversary too. it's the one he goes all out for: more often than not you put a weekend aside to take a trip and spend some uninterrupted time together. you'll act as newlyweds again, because you still feel like newlyweds despite the passing years, and you'll be reminded over and over just how lucky you are to have found your soulmate in a man like kento nanami.

a man who is sentimental, and so very in love with you. and also celebrates the first time you had sex.

that first year, he had spent the day doting on you so profusely that you were convinced he was going to propose. he was pulling out all of the stops, taking you out fopr an expensive meal, dosing you with fine wines and so many kisses you could get drunk off the taste of him alone. he took you home, ran you a scented bath and took care of the house while you relaxed.

and of course the night ended in mind blowing sex—as your nights usually do. he had insisted on fucking you in missionary despite his recent penchant for taking you from behind and, once he has ripped two orgasms from you and was working on your third, he let it slip.

“we made love for the first time a year ago today,” he whispers against your lips, cock pulsing inside of you as he reaches deep inside of you. “just like this—looking into each others eyes, three orgasms from you, two from me. fell in love with you that night, do you know that honey?”

“you kept track of the day?” you cant finish your sentence without a moan breaking from your throat. “kento, you’re something else.”

“of course i did. it’s an important date, reaching such intimacies—feeling these beautiful velvet walls of yours for the first time… i’ll never forget it.”

you laugh, though it’s quickly swallowed by a kiss from your lover. he rocks his hips into you, feels every inch of his veiny cock disappear inside. he looks down to watch himself sink into you, though his gaze his brought back when you speak.

“three.”

kento blinks. “three what?”

“orgasms from you. you said you had two, but you came a third time right at the end—i milked you dry and you were so sex-drunk and exhausted but you insisted on making me food.” you reach down and grab his hand, the one that had been cupping at your chest, and hold it up for him to see the gentle scar that runs across his thumb. “you cut yourself slicing the bread because i fucked you mindless.”

it comes back to him in gentle flashes. you had, in fact, milked him of a third release. he had just been so out of his mind with nerves and pleasure that the memory had washed itself clean from his mind. he scolds himself mentally for ever daring to forget a detail about being intimate with you, but smiles.

“i remember,” he says. “you told me sex made you hungry so i wanted to incorporate it into your aftercare…”

“silly man,” you wrap your legs around his waist and lick your ankles behind him. with a gentle nudge, he’s forced that tiny bit deeper inside of you. “my silly man.”

kento moans—his eyes flutter shut and his lips catch between his teeth. he adores you—he really does. so much so that the sheer memory of his first time with you is quickly becoming too powerful of a memory to have.

and you, his beautiful other half, laid beneath him with lustful eyes and parted lips, smile up at him. “are we recreating our first time, ken? is that what this is?”

he nods, a little wordless as he tries to keep his mind straight.

“then i think you know what i’m going to do to you, my love.”

he smiles. “milk me for all i have. it’s all yours anyways.”

you lean up and kiss him. it’s slow, gentle, like your first kiss with him was. you taste him wholly on your lips and thank all the divine beings that may exist for putting such a man in your life’s trajectory. his cock twitches inside of you, he fills you out so perfectly.

still, you smile as you roll your hips up to meet his. “just let me handle the aftercare this time.”