#before we had to go home so we could go to work the next morning

[kittyminion]

sick modern!sevika x f!reader

-fluff, modern au, mentions of future child -sevika takes care of you while you're sick

When you're sick, Sevika will demand you stay in bed, her eyes hard and gray, like clouds on a rainy day. She'd press your shoulders into the pillows and kneel next to the bed you and her shared, "lovie, stay in bed, work can miss you today." You wanted to respond, but was interrupted with a hacking cough.

Sevika cringed to herself, honestly a germaphobe at heart, but she wanted to take care of you, so that's what she'd do.

Even if she herself got sick.

After bringing you a fresh cup of tea and medicine, she kicked her feet up onto the bed, and sat in the comfy armchair near you, a cigarette propped between her lips as she watched a sitcom on television and flicked her lighter on and off.

Sevika's eyes would flicker to you every so often, rubbing your back when you had a coughing fit, usher you to the bathroom, massaging your feet, and once she saw you yawn, she'd disappear into the bathroom for twenty minutes then return, hair wet.

She slid into bed next to you with a fresh dose of medicine and watched as you swallowed the nasty, thick liquid prescribed to you by your doctor.

The next morning, as you woke up and realized you'd lost your voice, due to increased coughing, Sevika suggested you stay in bed for a few more days.

"Here you go, lovie." She muttered, walking into the bedroom with a bowl of cinnamon oatmeal, and fresh tea to soothe your throat. "Thank you, 'Vika." You grunted out, smiling as she plopped into bed next to you, sporting her own bowl of breakfast.

"Feel worse today?"

Nodding, you took a spoonful of oatmeal into your mouth, shivering as Sevika placed a chilly hand upon your thigh, squeezing it firmly before shaking her head.

"it's those fucking people at work, getting you sick and shit. You don't have to work, you know?"

You rolled your eyes. This was a constant topic of discussion between you two, eversince Sevika got promoted and was making well over enough.

"You could stay home. Besides, I'm working less so we'd be together more," she ran a hand through her short, black hair and looked away shyly, "we can afford a child now too."

You felt your heart flutter at the thought of having a child.

A few years ago, you and Sevika found the perfect sperm donor, but then money got tight and you could no longer afford it. But now things were different.

"Not now, with me sick." You said with a tired laugh, poking Sevika in her hot, red cheeks. "Then soon?"

"Yep. Still got that guys number right?"

[aegiton]

"last one, i promise"

pairing: bf!anton x gf!reader genre: fluff [616 words]

(𝘢/𝘯) 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦!! 𝘪 ����𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵! 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 100 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

your days with anton were never boring. almost every morning, your boyfriend found a way to make you smile the minute you woke up. whether it was waking you up with kisses, making breakfast, or even surprising you with a bouquet of your favourite flowers on your bedside table, your mornings were always filled with love.

you learnt what love truly meant when you first met anton. you weren’t used to being shown affection. compared to your past relationships, you were always the affectionate one — the one who fought for the relationship, the one who got left alone in the end.

but now, being with anton, everything felt new. being treated like a princess, having your love languages fulfilled despite his busy schedule, and even texting you throughout the day to let you know how much he missed you… it truly felt like you’d won the lottery of love.

your eyes fluttered open, and you turned to the side, seeing the love of your life observing you.

“why do you always watch me sleep?” “you look so peaceful. i can’t help but be in awe every time.”

anton had a way with words. he knew exactly what to say and when to say it. hearing that made you beam from ear to ear. your contagious smile spread to anton. the way his lips curled up, and his eyes closed a little… you knew how lucky you were to wake up to this view every morning.

you tried to get up, but you were instantly pulled back into bed. you giggled, knowing why anton did this.

“you know there’s nothing wrong with skipping work for the day, right? it’s the weekend; we should be spending time together,” he said, pouting.

as much as you wanted to stay home with him, you knew you needed the money. “anton, it’s a short shift. i’ll be back before you know it,” you tried to laugh it off.

you hated working on weekends, hated being apart from your boyfriend, and hated not being able to spend your day kissing and lying next to him.

9:15 a.m. you were running late. you had to force yourself out of anton’s arms to get ready for work. you knew anton was kind of upset about being left alone at home. you could easily picture him pouting while lying on the shared bed.

after getting ready, you ate the breakfast your boyfriend made you. he made sure you at least had a bite or two before you left.

“thanks, baby. i gotta go now. i’ll see you when i get back. i love you.”

you went up to him to give him your usual goodbye hug. the way he held you, you could tell he wanted you to stay home with him.

he caressed your face and gave you a soft kiss. “i’ll pick you up, okay? bring back those cookies i like.” you couldn’t help but give him another kiss. you tried pulling away, but anton purposely deepened the kiss and even left kisses all over your face.

“i have to go, anton.” you were pouting, and he knew you were running late, though he didn’t mean to hold you any longer. (he definitely meant to do it though). you hurriedly grabbed your belongings to leave.

you were unlocking the door when you felt him tug your arm from behind. it felt like those romance movies where the male lead would pull his lover into his arms.

“last one, i promise.” his plump lips met yours again. you felt him smile against your lips.

“maybe you’re right. skipping work today doesn’t sound so bad.”

you were truly, madly, deeply in love with anton, and nothing could ever change that.

[rizzmura]

under your skin; we can't stay away

enemy!niki x fem!reader

warnings: strong language, mild sexual tension, suggestive themes, enemies-to-lovers dynamic, light teasing/flirting, angst, heated banter, emotionally charged moments

w.c.: 3.1k

chapter five synopsis: after pulling back for a while, you and niki can’t seem to stay apart. the tension is too much, and the desire to be close to him is overwhelming. this time, it’s not a fight—it's passion. but just as things start to make sense, old wounds and insecurities threaten to tear you apart again.

you told yourself you wouldn’t let him get to you again. you swore you were done playing whatever game this was. but despite your best efforts, the moment niki walked into the café again the next day, you felt that same electric pull, as if the universe itself was conspiring against you.

he didn’t sit down right away. instead, he lingered near the counter, ordering his usual before casually glancing over at you, like he just happened to notice you sitting there—like he wasn’t here for a reason.

you rolled your eyes, determined to ignore him. you had work to do, actual things to focus on that didn’t involve his smug face or his frustratingly charming smirk. but ignoring niki was like trying to ignore a storm brewing in the distance—you could pretend it wasn’t there, but you knew it was coming for you regardless.

sure enough, a few moments later, he slid into the seat across from you, setting his drink down with an infuriating amount of confidence.

“morning, sweetheart.”

“do you have to call me that?” you muttered, not looking up from your screen.

“would you rather i call you something else?”

“i’d rather you not talk to me at all.”

niki chuckled, completely unfazed. “too bad. i like talking to you.”

you exhaled sharply, refusing to meet his gaze. “i have work to do.”

“so work.”

“that’s the plan.”

“fine. i’ll just sit here quietly, then.”

you knew that was a lie. niki? quiet? impossible. yet, for a few minutes, he actually didn’t say anything. the silence between you was unnerving, almost worse than his usual teasing. you could feel his eyes on you, the weight of his presence pressing against the edges of your focus, making it impossible to concentrate.

finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. you looked up, narrowing your eyes at him. “what?”

he grinned, like he was waiting for you to break first. “nothing. just enjoying the view.”

your face heated, and you hated how easily he could fluster you. “you’re insufferable.”

“and yet, you haven’t told me to leave.”

that shut you up. because he was right. you could have told him to go. could have walked away yourself. but you didn’t. and you hated the realization that maybe, just maybe, you didn’t want him to.

a heavy sigh escaped you as you leaned back in your chair, rubbing your temples. “what do you want, niki?”

he leaned forward, resting his arms on the table, his gaze locking onto yours with a quiet intensity that caught you off guard. “you really don’t know?”

your breath hitched, and for a moment, you didn’t have a snarky response. because, deep down, you did know. you just weren’t ready to admit it.

niki smirked, sensing your hesitation. “take your time, sweetheart. i’ll be here when you figure it out.”

and with that, he stood up, grabbing his drink before walking away, leaving you there—heart pounding, mind spinning, and no closer to understanding what the hell you were supposed to do about him.

you were finally done with your work, heading home when you saw it through a window leading to a restaurant. niki. his usual swagger was in full force, but there was something different—something that made your stomach twist. he was with someone. a girl.

you knew her. she was in a couple of your classes, but that didn’t matter. what mattered was the way niki was looking at her.

he was smiling. that smile—the one that you recognized. the same one he’d worn when he’d kissed you. and the way his hand was resting on the back of her chair—it was all too familiar.

your heart dropped, a knot forming in your stomach. you quickly looked away, pretending like you hadn’t seen them. but the truth was, you couldn’t stop staring. couldn’t stop noticing how easily niki seemed to slip into this casual intimacy with someone else. it made your chest ache in a way you weren’t prepared for.

you knew you shouldn’t care. you had no right to feel anything about it. you weren’t together. hell, you weren’t even sure what you were. but there it was—the sting of jealousy, sharp and unexpected.

you watched them for a few more moments, trying to control your breathing, trying to ignore the way your emotions were all over the place. you told yourself it was nothing, that niki didn’t owe you anything, that you had no claim over him.

but still, it hurt. more than you cared to admit.

and then, just as you were about to look away and leave, you saw it.

niki leaned in. his lips brushed the girl’s lips, a soft kiss that was more tender than anything you’d ever shared with him. it was the kind of kiss that spoke volumes—a kiss of affection, of care, of something deeper than the quick, heated moments you’d shared in the past.

it hit you like a freight train.

for the first time since all of this began, you felt truly… insignificant. it was as if the bubble you’d been living in had burst, and the reality of the situation hit you full force. you weren’t the one he cared for. you weren’t the one he was looking at when his eyes softened. you weren’t the one he wanted.

it didn’t matter how many times he kissed you. it didn’t matter how much you had almost let yourself believe something real was happening between the two of you. he was clearly looking for something else. something—someone—else.

niki turned and looked out the window, looking straight at you. his smile dropped and his eyes softened.

without thinking, you grabbed your bag tighter, leaving the overwhelming mix of emotions behind.

later that night, you couldn’t stop replaying the scene in your head. the smile. the kiss. how easy it had been for niki to move on to someone else. you couldn’t wrap your mind around it. how had you let yourself get so caught up in this mess?

you stared at your phone, willing yourself not to text him, to ask him what the hell that was supposed to mean. but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. you didn’t have the right. you weren’t even sure what you wanted to hear.

still, as you scrolled through your messages, you saw his name pop up. it had been a while since you’d heard from him. you considered ignoring it. you considered pretending like nothing had happened. but then your thumb hovered over the message, and for a split second, you thought maybe, just maybe, you could find some kind of closure.

please can we talk…

you hadn’t spoken to niki in days—not since that night. not since you saw him kissing someone else. the memory burned in your mind, an endless loop of betrayal and frustration. you told yourself it shouldn’t hurt, that it didn’t mean anything. you weren’t together. he wasn’t yours.

so why did it feel like he had ripped something from you?

the ache settled deep in your chest as you sat in your usual spot at the café, staring blankly at your laptop screen. you were supposed to be working, but your mind refused to cooperate. instead, it replayed every moment between you and niki, from the first time he walked into your life to the last time he walked away.

and then, as if summoned by your thoughts, he was there.

niki slid into the seat across from you without a word, his presence an immediate disruption to your fragile sense of peace. you refused to look up, keeping your eyes locked on the screen. maybe if you ignored him, he’d get the hint and leave.

but of course, niki never took the hint.

“are you seriously going to pretend like I don’t exist?” his voice was low, testing.

“yes.”

he sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “look, i know you’re pissed at me.”

“pissed at you?” you let out a dry laugh, finally meeting his gaze. “why would i be pissed? you can do whatever the hell you want, right? it’s not like we’re anything.”

the words tasted bitter on your tongue, but you forced yourself to say them. niki, however, didn’t look convinced. his eyes darkened, and for the first time, he looked almost... regretful.

“it wasn’t what you think,” he murmured.

“oh? so you didn’t kiss her?”

he hesitated. “i did.”

“right. so it’s exactly what i think.”

you pushed your chair back, grabbing your bag. you weren’t going to do this. you weren’t going to let him sit here and try to make excuses for something that shouldn’t even matter to you.

except it did. and that was the problem.

but before you could walk away, niki reached out, his fingers wrapping around your wrist. the touch sent a shock through your system, and you hated how easily he affected you.

“let me explain,” he said softly.

you stared at him, torn between wanting to pull away and wanting to stay. the look in his eyes was different this time. less cocky. more... desperate.

“i didn’t want to kiss her,” he admitted. “i was pissed. i was trying to distract myself.”

“from what?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

his grip on your wrist tightened slightly. “from you.”

the air between you grew thick, heavy with unspoken words and buried emotions. your heart pounded so hard it hurt, but you couldn’t look away from him.

“you drive me insane,” niki continued, his voice rough. “i don’t know what to do with you. i don’t know how to stop wanting you.”

your breath caught, every defense you had built up threatening to shatter. this wasn’t just a game anymore. this was real. raw. terrifying.

“then stop,” you whispered, but even as you said it, you knew you didn’t mean it.

niki shook his head. “you and i both know that’s not happening.”

and before you could process what was happening, his lips crashed against yours.

this time, there was no hesitation. no anger. just need. pure, undeniable need. your hands found their way to his hair, fingers tangling as he pulled you closer, as if he was afraid you would disappear if he let go.

and maybe, just maybe, you were afraid of the same thing.

because no matter how much you fought it, no matter how hard you tried to push him away...

you couldn’t stay away from him either.

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[sirxlla]

hi so there's been this gif going all around twitter and i saw a buddie prompt but i was wondering if you could find a way to make it buck x fem!reader instead? maybe reader is away for work and buck is just going insane missing them? just whatever you deem fit. (the tweet: https://x.com/bucksnaturals/status/1883622497956044895?s=46 )

THANK YOU in advance and if this goes against anything just ignore and i am so sorry ☹️🫶

Thinking Of You

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Warnings: NSFW, self-care (him taking care of himself 😉)

Prompt: above but here is the link they are referencing -> the tweet: [request anon] I love this prompt sm. Its so good. 🙌🏻

Notes: female reader, italics are actions and thoughts.

-With that said it's all under the cut-

Buck always hated when you had to leave for long business trips like this. Why the hell couldn't they just have the business meetings over Zoom like they did during COVID? Fucking hell, it was awful not coming home to you every day and waking up next to you every morning.

"Awwww, there's my man. How was work, Baby?" You asked as you struggled to set your camera up to face time call him, one of Buck's shirts tucked into your silk sleep shorts. You sat back on your bed as you looked at the screen of your iPad.

"Work's really not the issue, Honey. You've been gone like almost a month, and it's just really shitty without you here, and Eddie moved to Texas, so I'm just really feeling so isolated."

"Well, I might, if I get lucky, get to come home early, and it's all we can hope for, right?" You felt really shit for how long this whole entire thing was going on for. A coworker had quit and made everything so much harder for you and almost tripled your work.

"It's hard to sleep without the smell of you. It's just hard to relax without you by my side, you know the weight of it?" Buck held his phone up so you could see his face a bit better after he rolled over in your shared bed.

"I know, Buck. I'm like that, too; sleeping alone has been awful. I'll be home as soon as I can. I promise but I can maybe help with everything else. So my perfume is on my bedside table, I forgot to bring it. Spray it on something, maybe? And I have a weighted blanket in the hall closet. Those should help. Sleeping in your shirt has helped me so much. I bought myself a weighted stuffed animal, and it helps me a lot. I know it sounds dumb-"

"No, it doesn't sound dumb. I really appreciate it, Honey." He interrupted before he saw the clock behind you, noting that it was 3:30 a.m. for you. You should be in bed, and he's keeping you up by bitching to you about missing you; you looked so tired, dark circles hung under your eyes.

"I'll let you go, okay? You look so tired, Hun. I will take your suggestion and see if it helps. You need rest, and I guess I do, too."

"Yeah, it's late. I'll let you go but let me know how that goes. Okay, Ev?" You said as you grabbed your iPad; maybe you could lie down before getting up in a few hours to go back to work.

"I will, I love you, Sweetheart." He smiled as he looked at the screen of his phone and your sleepy face.

"I love you, Buck." You whispered as you struggle to keep your eyes open. "Bye."

"Bye." He whispered back before he hung up reminding himself to remember that pretty and tired face of yours. He went to the closet and grabbed the weighted blanket and the perfume; he opted for spraying it on one of the tank tops you wore to bed, laying it on the pillow beside him before heading to sleep.

Both you and Buck called nightly, and he'd spray your perfume on the tanktop before bed, then he'd be led off to a blissful sleep.

It was the middle of the night, and he panted in his sleep, pushing his hips into the bed to try to relieve the pressure between his thighs. Your breasts pressed against his face as he breathed in the sweet smell of your perfume. His skin felt like it was on fire, his eyes flitting back and forth as his dream progressed into him pounding his hips into yours. This left him tossing and turning until he woke himself up.

Between him, the wind outside, and the moon that crept in was extremely obvious how horny he was.

It wasn't a surprise to him considering that dream. God damn it, he missed you so much and it had been for so long, it felt, and not just the sex but everything. That dream made it unbearable.

Fucking hell, he wasn't one to masturbate but damn it, tonight it was impossible to think of anything else but you; as long as you lingered in his thoughts, then he'd never get a lick of sleep due to his current stiffness.

With his eyes still closed, he reached his hand over to your pillow to that tank top that sat on top of it, bringing it to his nose and breathing it in, which just made the ache turn into a throb. It caused him to let out a deep growl in his throat. His left hand held the shirt to his nose, his eyes closed as he found his right hand massaging his chest like you often did during or before sex. You knew how much he loved it.

In his mind, he pictured your naked body, your hips, the look on your face as you rode him. He moaned as his hand moved down to the space between his skin and his boxers slowly using his thumb to circle the tip of him, the same way you would. He imagined the exact shade and color of your eyes, how you focused on his face when you gave him any bit of intimacy, which made it clear to him that you care for him and how he's feeling.

Buck growled and whimpered into the tank top as his imagination started to feel like his reality. Your hand down his boxers slowly pumping him, your eyes and ears noticing his every reaction and sound. He pumped faster but slowly enough to tease himself the way you would.

You always took him to the edge of oblivion before allowing him to finish. The thought caused him to push his hips higher upwards as he groaned and whimpered at the feeling.

He wouldn't be able to do it as well as you, but he'd damn sure try. Evan continued to think of you, your kisses down his body as you lowered yourself down to his weeping tip, swirling your tongue over it like a lollipop with your eyes open to watch him as your hand pumped him. Your expression eager for him to climax on your tongue.

Before he knew it, he felt white pleasure wash over him, his hand and underwear were covered in arousal, and he felt a lot less pent up.

"I'd've done that if I knew you needed it so bad, Ev." You said as you set your duffle bag down, a smirk in your tone. "It's nice to know you think of me though."

A blush covered his face as he realized he'd been caught pleasuring himself to the smell of your perfume. He pulled his hand from his boxers before swiftly heading to the bathroom to clean himself up.

You changed as he was gone, slipping out of the shoes you'd been in all night. That red-eye flight was catching up to you and the only thing you craved now was Evan to be near you while you slept. Changing into one of his shirts and nothing else besides your panties, you flopped onto the bed with a huff.

Evan came out of the bathroom with a look on his face like a kid that got caught with their hand in the cookie jar, his heart hammered in his chest as he came to lay down with you.

"I- I- I can explain." He started with a nervous tone. You knew he didn't usually masturbate, but to you, it was whatever. It was fine; most people do it.

"Shhhh..." You smile as you cuddle into his chest, hooking your leg over his hips. "I'm glad you think of me, Ev. It's kinda sweet."

"Sweet? You just caught me jerking off with your tank top." He was astonished; most women he'd dated were so not into this kinda thing and most definitely didn't think it was cute. They saw it more so as maybe this guy was a creep. He was confused.

"I don't mince my words, Evan. I meant what I said." You said as you cuddled into him. "I'll leave you some better stuff if I go out of town again, okay?" You mumbled into his chest, pulling him even closer than before.

"Alright?" He was still so confused but relaxed, and he felt how calm you were and how steady your breath was, which caused his heart to steady and ease its worry.

"Mmm hmmm..." You mumbled as you fell asleep pressed against your sweet dork of a man.

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[heaven-s-black-box]

Run Home- Neuvillette x fem!Reader

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Recovery date: February 20th, 2025

Description: Hello could I request a story where the reader is female and is in a relationship with Neuvillette but the reader has been hellbent on avoiding him lately, I'm thinking about the reader being pregnant with his child and wasn't sure how to tell him at all, mainly because she's worried because she's a human and he's a dragon. She literally tried hiding behind the traveler one time as Neuvillette walked by.

Notes: CW Pregnancy fears This work was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. Reminder, Sky is my Lumine's name.

Word count: 1 096

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“You can’t run from him forever,” the traveler sighed as Y/n finally returned to the table.

“Who?”

Sky slowly raised her teacup to her lips, staring at Y/n over the rim as the other woman settled back into her seat. She twisted the hem of her cardigan, one that fit her a little loose, between her fingers and looked out over the balcony of the cafe.

“I saw you start coming back.”

Y/n frowned, picking up her fork and poking at her dessert.

That was successful escape attempt number four. 

Escape number one had been convincing him she needed to go back to her place for a bit. She barely remembers what she’d said, something about a story that was closer to her place. Hopefully Charlotte would back her up, and then of course she’d have to answer to her fellow reporter.

Escape two had been the next day, and she’d totally set herself up. Damn Furina for getting her hooked on that stupid bakery, and damn Neuvillette for always keeping her favorite pastries in the house for her. She hadn’t even given him an estimated date of return, but he’d be damned if she came back and there weren’t any waiting. Y/n had just barely been able to duck behind a display when he came in before sneaking out the door.

Escape three, the most recent, had been on the way to the cafe with the traveler. 

“I just- what do I say?”

“The truth? You know him, he’s not going to leave you. He won’t make you do this alone.”

Silence blanketed the table. The traveler picked up a macaroon and Y/n took a sip of her coffee– decaf. It was comforting, something Y/n hadn’t experienced in a long time. No one seemed to really understand her relationship with Neuvillette, it made her curious as to why Sky seemed so understanding.

Paimon was off somewhere, Sky had been making sure these meetings were private. The guide was sweet but couldn’t keep secrets for shit.

The two met up by the Steambird and made their way over to the cafe in Hotel Debord. That was when they’d nearly run into Neuvillette. Y/n had ducked behind the traveler without thinking. She’d felt Neuvillette’s eyes on her, but he hadn’t said anything. It worried her a little. He’d clearly been on the way to the Steambird, obviously looking for her because he turned around after greeting the traveler and left.

“You know… we talked about having kids but we never talked about having kids.”

It was Sky’s turn to frown, brows furrowed in confusion as she tried to follow the train of thought.

“I’m lost.”

At least it made Y/n laugh, the tension she’d been carrying slipping away from a fleeting moment before her eyes took on a sad tinge. She deftly circled the rim of her cup. 

Neuvillette wasn’t one for coffee, he preferred tea if he couldn’t have water. He only kept it in the house for Y/n, on a shelf just for her with her favorite snacks. It had been there the first time she stayed over, put together through conversations and observation. That was the moment that made it real.

That first morning together, he’d made her coffee as perfectly as he could. He’d set it out with breakfast and his tea. It was so natural.

“We talked about… the logistics, of a dragon-human baby, but we didn’t talk about if we wanted kids.”

“So you are worried he doesn’t want the baby.”

“Surprisingly? No. It’s just a feeling but, maybe it’s the way he is with the Melusines?”

Sky rested her chin in her palm. She was finally starting to follow.

“Then it’s the pregnancy that scares you?”

“The pregnancy, the birth, what if… what if my baby’s more dragon than human and I can’t take care of them? What if something happens to Neuvi and he can’t help me? I don’t-” Y/n took a deep breath, “I don’t, want to tell him until I know how I feel about this.”

“He wanted to know you were okay.”

“Hm?”

Sky nodded towards the door of the hotel. “When he came in, he asked if you were okay. He said he didn’t want me to tell him what was wrong, but he had to know if you were okay.” She reached out and took Y/n’s hand. “Talk to him. He wants to be there for you. Let him help you work through this.”

—

She could waltz in; open the door with the key hanging off her waist, next to her own apartment key that she only keeps incase. She doesn’t; she knocks, and she waits.

There’s no count before the door opens, and Neuvillette is standing before her in his loungewear.

A drop of water hits her shoulder. Then one hits the top of her head. Another lands just between her and the door.

“Come in,��� Neuvillette says, stepping aside as the rain begins to pour.

Y/n is amazed it took him this long to start crying.

They sit at the dining table, across from one another like that first morning. Like they had three mornings ago when Y/n said she needed to stay at her old place for a bit.

“I’m sorry for leaving like that.”

“And I’m sorry for showing up at the Steambird,” his voice dropped a little as he continued, “and then following you to hotel Debord.” There was a brief silence, both waiting for the other to say something, and then Neuvillette spoke again. “Would you like some coffee? I bought some without caffeine the other day.”

Y/n’s laugh was somewhere between amused and tired. “You knew.”

Neuvillette’s nose scrunched up and he looked out the kitchen window, watching their reflections in the glass. A group of children splashed around in the rain.

“I knew before you did, I just didn’t know if I should tell you.”

“Is that why my coffee’s been tasting funny?”

“Chlorinde mentioned it had a different taste without caffeine, I was hoping you wouldn’t investigate.”

Y/n rested her chin on the heel of her hand, laying her hand palm up on the table.

“Neuvi, I’m scared.”

“And I’m here for you, to make it a little less scary. I wish I could take it all away,” a ray of sunlight cut through the rain splattered window, “but this is the best I can do.”

Taking a deep breath, Y/n cracked a small smile. “That’s enough for me.”

[calirph]

Since I seem to need to explain my trip.

Also starting by, we all have anon anxiety, me? with the trip and an upcoming new job, my generalized anixety disorder is a mess. So next time? out of anon, please.

I have explained the trip before but here we go.

From my country, if you book trips earlier, and I do mean at least a year in advance, its cheaper, same with booking of a hotel, I chose an apartment-like one because it was the cheaper option with no breakfast included.

So the trip. It's afforded. The same with the tours, I booked most of them in advance. So the money I'm asking is for food and it's simple because I misjudged how expensive food is here in the USA. Like for comparison, for 20 dollars which is the average of a meal here in NOLA, I can eat two meals back home. And maybe a breakfast and a little meal in Europe. It's expensive.

Right now I am only eating strategically one meal a day, and placed after I do a tour, which are all 3 hours of walking and I am famish. I do not use public transport to save money on that too, so I walk everywhere. So according to my Maps records, on average I do 5-6 KM per day walking. Of course I want to eat.

Which is why I opened the option of doing just promos because the price of a promo I set is one breakfast and another meal, which is what I eat anyways per day.

Donations and payhip do not seem to work so commissions had to be opened despite being on vacation.

So it's not like I can't afford the trip. I did afford it, by having three stops instead of one in order for the tickets to be cheaper. I did afford the apartment hotel by choosing a place out of the center so it's cheaper.

It's the food. I have 8 more days here. So that would be around, lets say 15 dollars each food. 30 per day. Not counting water because most restaurants or stablishment give you free water and I drink tap water anyway.

So: I would need 240 dollars. Right now, I have 95 dollars. I just don't want to get to 0. So yes I apologize for making a mistake and miscalculation of how cheap food on this place would be.

So now that I have exposed myself, donations are always welcome, those who did already thank you so much. the Payhip store has some packs that could help.

masterlist of psd packs, blog packs (that include everything for a beggining start of a blog), icon templates x 3, x6 and such.

SHARMA BLOG PACK. a blog pack that is simpler and easy to use.

a 6 psd pack.

a three panel promo pack.

a blog starter pack.

icon template pack x3.

earth pack, psd pack containing 8 psds.

bath psd pack. 2 psd pack.

NIGHT PSD PACK. this psd pack contains 8 psds.

midnight psd pack. contains 10 psds.

sea snake blog pack. another blog pack.

morning delight icon pack. 8 icon templates pack.

psd lipstick pack. three very vibrant neon psd.

promo resources or pinpost, or graphics in general.

eve eden promo. atomic queen promo.

old page graphic.

short n sweet promo.

like daughter template.

once upon a time graphic.

flowers promo template.

camila template

ivory promo.

mother promo.

mermaid graphics.

muse promo template.

thorn rose promo.

I wanted to be the man promo.

you owe me a song. a 4 slides promo.

brina graphics. pinpost or promo graphics.

clueless. a promo graphic.

And like I said, I opened an option to do three promo panel + psd that is 15 dollars, all on my commission form here:

COMMISSION FORM. PAYHIP STORE

consider donating to paypal or buy me a coffee through ko-fi. it truly helps me a lot. 

And yes anon, I do feel stupid for not miscalculating. I do feel bad for asking money, which is why I opened promos which a lot of people have told me they like what I do and I have a quick turn around time.

[autumnhobbit]

kind of sad they’re actually putting stuff in our local mall

[flying-cat]

ily bakugou katsuki u are the only thing that hasn't pissed me off today

[sluttyten]

.

[ma7moudgaza2]

How can I help my family in Gaza?

I am Mahmoud, a resident of northern Gaza. Since the war started, everything that touches a decent life has disappeared, and everything has become a mess.

I woke up in the morning and found that I had to stand in line for drinking water so that my family and I could have some.

I woke up in the morning and realized that I had to wake up before dawn to get in line for bread.

War, destruction, and killing,

The next morning, I had to make a fateful decision; should we stay in the house we were in or leave it? My whole family had to evacuate because the occupation issued evacuation orders for our residential area, and I didn’t know what was right or wrong…

Eventually, we left our homes, our belongings, and all our sweet memories, and we went wherever the army ordered us. After a while, the situation calmed down in our area.

I woke up to the sound of a phone call, "We reached your house after the army withdrew," but we didn’t find the house, nor did we find your family’s house.

I didn’t sleep that day; I sat with myself, wishing I could find time to mourn my life. My phone rang, "Come on, Mahmoud, let’s eat together." But Mahmoud had no money left! We spent everything; how could I go without food?

I woke up after 200 days of war, talked to my mom: "Mom, I want to look for internet and electricity to go back to work and support you, or I’ll stay with you to fill water and manage food." My mom said, "No, go, my son, the important thing is that you return to work."

I woke up after that; my mom went out to fill water, and my heart was breaking, but I had to get up and find a place to go back to work for her.

I managed to get a laptop from your support and found a place with electricity and internet at such a time because it was almost impossible. I also got a new tent, and things went well, thank God. However, at this time, everything turned back to how it was before; prices rose again, and famine returned amid the closure of crossings. Everything became worse than before; you can’t even provide for your daily expenses to the point that two or three days can pass without eating bread. Sometimes you manage with rice, bulgur, or lentils, but for how long?

How many mornings do we have left in this life? We don’t know.

The question is: dear reader, will you wake up to the disaster we are in? Will you realize that we truly need financial and moral support to be able to continue?

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[leviathanspain]

selfish

anthony bridgerton x reader

synopsis: it’s your first morning at home in bridgerton house as the viscountess- only thing is, your husband’s selfish

you trembled under his grip, his mouth was still working hard, your orgasm coming over you in waves as you tried to escape his grip. you shivered with pleasure, thighs squeezing his head between them. “oh my-“ you cried, struggling to keep quiet.

the honeymoon was over, no longer could you scream your viscount’s name all over the room, until your throat grew raw of it. you had a bustling family under the same roof, even so, his mother.

you shuddered slowly and anthony let go of your legs. he smiled proudly as he leaned to kiss you. you melted into his kiss, grasping at his hair.

anthony bit your lip as he tossed himself next to you. you were sitting up, and still reeling from the pleasure, “i have been trying to get up and ready for the day for what feels like forever now, and you do not let me.” you looked at your husband, his smile not going away, only as he shrugged, “i want you all to myself. my siblings will just talk your ear off and i will be drowning in paperwork.” which you knew was true. anthony was the most reluctant to get back to his viscount duties.

you on the other hand, still marveled at the idea of having to run the household, but felt immense pressure to live up to the dowager bridgerton. violet was everything you admired in a mother, present and kind, wanting her children’s happiness before all else.

anthony had told you that there was no legacy to live up to, but he did not see things the way you did.

he pulled you in close, “my mother is still here. let her run the household, even if it is for a little bit longer.” he kissed your cheek, still trying to keep you in bed. you sighed, “all you want to do is stay in bed, lord bridgerton. you need to get out of this bed, and be productive with me.” the paperwork stack was to the ceiling at this point, and he could not avoid it much longer.

anthony looked at you, “we can do many things within this room that are productive.” you shrugged at him, “the thought is lost on me, what do you suggest?”

anthony grabbed your hand gently, holding it in his, “such as making an heir, as married people do.” the thought had not even occurred to you, especially so early in the morning. you looked at your husband, smiling at that thought. you blushed as anthony chuckled, “do not tell me that did not cross your mind?” he cocked his head and you shyed away, “i have been stressed all night about the viscountess duties, forgive me if it slipped my mind.” you rolled over, legs now entangled in his and you on his chest.

you kissed him, and anthony smirked, “it is a viscountess duty.”

giving up, you decided to extend the honeymoon with anthony, not yet ready to take up the full responsibility, anthony could be selfish.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

How I got scammed

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/05/cyber-dunning-kruger/#swiss-cheese-security

I wuz robbed.

More specifically, I was tricked by a phone-phisher pretending to be from my bank, and he convinced me to hand over my credit-card number, then did $8,000+ worth of fraud with it before I figured out what happened. And then he tried to do it again, a week later!

Here's what happened. Over the Christmas holiday, I traveled to New Orleans. The day we landed, I hit a Chase ATM in the French Quarter for some cash, but the machine declined the transaction. Later in the day, we passed a little credit-union's ATM and I used that one instead (I bank with a one-branch credit union and generally there's no fee to use another CU's ATM).

A couple days later, I got a call from my credit union. It was a weekend, during the holiday, and the guy who called was obviously working for my little CU's after-hours fraud contractor. I'd dealt with these folks before – they service a ton of little credit unions, and generally the call quality isn't great and the staff will often make mistakes like mispronouncing my credit union's name.

That's what happened here – the guy was on a terrible VOIP line and I had to ask him to readjust his mic before I could even understand him. He mispronounced my bank's name and then asked if I'd attempted to spend $1,000 at an Apple Store in NYC that day. No, I said, and groaned inwardly. What a pain in the ass. Obviously, I'd had my ATM card skimmed – either at the Chase ATM (maybe that was why the transaction failed), or at the other credit union's ATM (it had been a very cheap looking system).

I told the guy to block my card and we started going through the tedious business of running through recent transactions, verifying my identity, and so on. It dragged on and on. These were my last hours in New Orleans, and I'd left my family at home and gone out to see some of the pre-Mardi Gras krewe celebrations and get a muffalata, and I could tell that I was going to run out of time before I finished talking to this guy.

"Look," I said, "you've got all my details, you've frozen the card. I gotta go home and meet my family and head to the airport. I'll call you back on the after-hours number once I'm through security, all right?"

He was frustrated, but that was his problem. I hung up, got my sandwich, went to the airport, and we checked in. It was total chaos: an Alaska Air 737 Max had just lost its door-plug in mid-air and every Max in every airline's fleet had been grounded, so the check in was crammed with people trying to rebook. We got through to the gate and I sat down to call the CU's after-hours line. The person on the other end told me that she could only handle lost and stolen cards, not fraud, and given that I'd already frozen the card, I should just drop by the branch on Monday to get a new card.

We flew home, and later the next day, I logged into my account and made a list of all the fraudulent transactions and printed them out, and on Monday morning, I drove to the bank to deal with all the paperwork. The folks at the CU were even more pissed than I was. The fraud that run up to more than $8,000, and if Visa refused to take it out of the merchants where the card had been used, my little credit union would have to eat the loss.

I agreed and commiserated. I also pointed out that their outsource, after-hours fraud center bore some blame here: I'd canceled the card on Saturday but most of the fraud had taken place on Sunday. Something had gone wrong.

One cool thing about banking at a tiny credit-union is that you end up talking to people who have actual authority, responsibility and agency. It turned out the the woman who was processing my fraud paperwork was a VP, and she decided to look into it. A few minutes later she came back and told me that the fraud center had no record of having called me on Saturday.

"That was the fraudster," she said.

Oh, shit. I frantically rewound my conversation, trying to figure out if this could possibly be true. I hadn't given him anything apart from some very anodyne info, like what city I live in (which is in my Wikipedia entry), my date of birth (ditto), and the last four digits of my card.

Wait a sec.

He hadn't asked for the last four digits. He'd asked for the last seven digits. At the time, I'd found that very frustrating, but now – "The first nine digits are the same for every card you issue, right?" I asked the VP.

I'd given him my entire card number.

Goddammit.

The thing is, I know a lot about fraud. I'm writing an entire series of novels about this kind of scam:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865878/thebezzle

And most summers, I go to Defcon, and I always go to the "social engineering" competitions where an audience listens as a hacker in a soundproof booth cold-calls merchants (with the owner's permission) and tries to con whoever answers the phone into giving up important information.

But I'd been conned.

Now look, I knew I could be conned. I'd been conned before, 13 years ago, by a Twitter worm that successfully phished out of my password via DM:

https://locusmag.com/2010/05/cory-doctorow-persistence-pays-parasites/

That scam had required a miracle of timing. It started the day before, when I'd reset my phone to factory defaults and reinstalled all my apps. That same day, I'd published two big online features that a lot of people were talking about. The next morning, we were late getting out of the house, so by the time my wife and I dropped the kid at daycare and went to the coffee shop, it had a long line. Rather than wait in line with me, my wife sat down to read a newspaper, and so I pulled out my phone and found a Twitter DM from a friend asking "is this you?" with a URL.

Assuming this was something to do with those articles I'd published the day before, I clicked the link and got prompted for my Twitter login again. This had been happening all day because I'd done that mobile reinstall the day before and all my stored passwords had been wiped. I entered it but the page timed out. By that time, the coffees were ready. We sat and chatted for a bit, then went our own ways.

I was on my way to the office when I checked my phone again. I had a whole string of DMs from other friends. Each one read "is this you?" and had a URL.

Oh, shit, I'd been phished.

If I hadn't reinstalled my mobile OS the day before. If I hadn't published a pair of big articles the day before. If we hadn't been late getting out the door. If we had been a little more late getting out the door (so that I'd have seen the multiple DMs, which would have tipped me off).

There's a name for this in security circles: "Swiss-cheese security." Imagine multiple slices of Swiss cheese all stacked up, the holes in one slice blocked by the slice below it. All the slices move around and every now and again, a hole opens up that goes all the way through the stack. Zap!

The fraudster who tricked me out of my credit card number had Swiss cheese security on his side. Yes, he spoofed my bank's caller ID, but that wouldn't have been enough to fool me if I hadn't been on vacation, having just used a pair of dodgy ATMs, in a hurry and distracted. If the 737 Max disaster hadn't happened that day and I'd had more time at the gate, I'd have called my bank back. If my bank didn't use a slightly crappy outsource/out-of-hours fraud center that I'd already had sub-par experiences with. If, if, if.

The next Friday night, at 5:30PM, the fraudster called me back, pretending to be the bank's after-hours center. He told me my card had been compromised again. But: I hadn't removed my card from my wallet since I'd had it replaced. Also, it was half an hour after the bank closed for the long weekend, a very fraud-friendly time. And when I told him I'd call him back and asked for the after-hours fraud number, he got very threatening and warned me that because I'd now been notified about the fraud that any losses the bank suffered after I hung up the phone without completing the fraud protocol would be billed to me. I hung up on him. He called me back immediately. I hung up on him again and put my phone into do-not-disturb.

The following Tuesday, I called my bank and spoke to their head of risk-management. I went through everything I'd figured out about the fraudsters, and she told me that credit unions across America were being hit by this scam, by fraudsters who somehow knew CU customers' phone numbers and names, and which CU they banked at. This was key: my phone number is a reasonably well-kept secret. You can get it by spending money with Equifax or another nonconsensual doxing giant, but you can't just google it or get it at any of the free services. The fact that the fraudsters knew where I banked, knew my name, and had my phone number had really caused me to let down my guard.

The risk management person and I talked about how the credit union could mitigate this attack: for example, by better-training the after-hours card-loss staff to be on the alert for calls from people who had been contacted about supposed card fraud. We also went through the confusing phone-menu that had funneled me to the wrong department when I called in, and worked through alternate wording for the menu system that would be clearer (this is the best part about banking with a small CU – you can talk directly to the responsible person and have a productive discussion!). I even convinced her to buy a ticket to next summer's Defcon to attend the social engineering competitions.

There's a leak somewhere in the CU systems' supply chain. Maybe it's Zelle, or the small number of corresponding banks that CUs rely on for SWIFT transaction forwarding. Maybe it's even those after-hours fraud/card-loss centers. But all across the USA, CU customers are getting calls with spoofed caller IDs from fraudsters who know their registered phone numbers and where they bank.

I've been mulling this over for most of a month now, and one thing has really been eating at me: the way that AI is going to make this kind of problem much worse.

Not because AI is going to commit fraud, though.

One of the truest things I know about AI is: "we're nowhere near a place where bots can steal your job, we're certainly at the point where your boss can be suckered into firing you and replacing you with a bot that fails at doing your job":

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/15/passive-income-brainworms/#four-hour-work-week

I trusted this fraudster specifically because I knew that the outsource, out-of-hours contractors my bank uses have crummy headsets, don't know how to pronounce my bank's name, and have long-ass, tedious, and pointless standardized questionnaires they run through when taking fraud reports. All of this created cover for the fraudster, whose plausibility was enhanced by the rough edges in his pitch - they didn't raise red flags.

As this kind of fraud reporting and fraud contacting is increasingly outsourced to AI, bank customers will be conditioned to dealing with semi-automated systems that make stupid mistakes, force you to repeat yourself, ask you questions they should already know the answers to, and so on. In other words, AI will groom bank customers to be phishing victims.

This is a mistake the finance sector keeps making. 15 years ago, Ben Laurie excoriated the UK banks for their "Verified By Visa" system, which validated credit card transactions by taking users to a third party site and requiring them to re-enter parts of their password there:

https://web.archive.org/web/20090331094020/http://www.links.org/?p=591

This is exactly how a phishing attack works. As Laurie pointed out, this was the banks training their customers to be phished.

I came close to getting phished again today, as it happens. I got back from Berlin on Friday and my suitcase was damaged in transit. I've been dealing with the airline, which means I've really been dealing with their third-party, outsource luggage-damage service. They have a terrible website, their emails are incoherent, and they officiously demand the same information over and over again.

This morning, I got a scam email asking me for more information to complete my damaged luggage claim. It was a terrible email, from a noreply@ email address, and it was vague, officious, and dishearteningly bureaucratic. For just a moment, my finger hovered over the phishing link, and then I looked a little closer.

On any other day, it wouldn't have had a chance. Today – right after I had my luggage wrecked, while I'm still jetlagged, and after days of dealing with my airline's terrible outsource partner – it almost worked.

So much fraud is a Swiss-cheese attack, and while companies can't close all the holes, they can stop creating new ones.

Meanwhile, I'll continue to post about it whenever I get scammed. I find the inner workings of scams to be fascinating, and it's also important to remind people that everyone is vulnerable sometimes, and scammers are willing to try endless variations until an attack lands at just the right place, at just the right time, in just the right way. If you think you can't get scammed, that makes you especially vulnerable:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/02/24/passive-income/#swiss-cheese-security

Image: Cryteria (modified) https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:HAL9000.svg

CC BY 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/deed.en

[call-memissbrightside]

All I can think about is Katsuki dating someone with a baby—

His friends think it’s a bit odd since he’s in his early thirties and could still mess around before settling down but he’s not having it

You’re a bit nervous to tell him that you had a kid after a few dates, and you think he’s never going to hit you up again when he doesn’t really respond when you tell him, he just drops you off at your place with a emotionless look on his face.

You cry to yourself that night as you put your little girl to bed, and the two year old knows something’s wrong because she’s fussy through the whole night routine. You really liked Bakugou, he made you laugh and respect you but if he can’t accept your daughter than it's not going to work out.

Then the next morning he texts you that he got tickets for three to the local aquarium for the day. You call him, confused.

“That way we can take your daughter?” He’s confused by your question. “Why? Is she too little for the aquarium?”

You’re nervous as hell for him meeting Mai for the first time, but Katsuki is taken back at how your daughter looks just like you. She's adorable, and his stomach flipped taking in how you looked so beautiful in your jeans and simple shirt.

"Hi Mai, I'm Katsuki," He kneels down to the four year old's height but he's so big and the little girl immedietly burst into tears and hides behind your legs.

"Oh honey, it's okay," You coo at her, picking her up. Mai isn't convinced and hides away from Katsuki.

"I'm sorry, she'll warm up," You explain, but you weren't too sure. Mai had a shy personality, and was very attatched to you. You just hoped that Bakugou would be patient with her.

Mai started shedding her shy personality once you arrived at the aquarium.

"Mom, fish!" She yelled in excitement, tugging on your hand to get you to walk faster. Katsuki stands back and just watches you interact with your daughter. He knew he liked you, but seeing you be a mom did something to him and he imagined this being his life forever.

"What are you thinking about?" You asked when you noticed Katsuki seemed distracted.

He opens his mouth to answer but Mai interupts him when she squeals, "Mommy penguins!"

Katsuki was closer to her, and the little girl grabs his hand and drags him through to the penguin exhibit. Bakugou is taken aback, but quickly pushes back his fear of scaring her and kneels down to look at the penguins swimming as Mai squeals in excitement. She can’t pronounce his name correctly, so Mai just addresses him as ‘Suki which warms his heart.

It’s like a switch got flipped and Mai wouldn’t let go of Katsuki’s hand for the remainder of the tour through the aquarium. You stand back, smiling and snapping pictures, just watching as Bakugou showed a much softer side to him.

The day ended with Katsuki buying Mai the biggest stuffed penguin the aquarium store had, and the little girl could barely hold onto it as she fell asleep in her stroller.

“You didn’t have to get her that,” You said, feeling overwhelmed by his gesture.

Bakugou feels a string of anxiety pull in his stomach, wondering now if his actions were seemed as inappropriate.

“I-,” He tries to be truthful, “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked. Mai just seemed so happy and I wanted to get her something to remember me by.”

That melts your heart, and you kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you for being so sweet to my baby.”

Katsuki is blushing so hard, his ears are ringing as he helps you by packing down the stroller and putting it in the trunk while you tuck Mai into her car seat. The little girl was out, but still hugging her penguin.

Katsuki keeps the radio low as to not wake Mai as he drives you two home, holding your hand and already planning the next outing.

[antiwhores]

You accidentally had sex with Bakugou.

You two had fallen asleep in his room after a hang out. You were bestfriends but you had some underlining feelings for him. So when you woke up in the middle of the night to him cuddling you, you almost choked.

You needed to pee really bad so sadly you had to pry yourself out of his arms. When you came back his eyes were cracked open just barely. He mumbled something before opening his arms for you to join him again.

It was out of character, maybe tired Bakugou was just a touchy guy. It couldn’t be more than that.

So you joined him on the bed. You buried your face into his neck. You had to savor this cause most likely this’ll be the last time this happens. Also, you were too tired to freak out. You just wanted to fall asleep in his arms.

You can barely explain what happened after that. He hiked your leg onto him, still with his half open eyes, and thrusted right against your clothed pussy.

The next thing you know, he’s dry humping you. And then he’s fingering you. And finally he’s fucking you.

It felt good, too good.

But the morning after? You felt embarrassed. No way you just fucked him without even a first date. He’s gonna think you’re easy. He might even tell everyone that you are.

Of course, that would never happen but you were panicked. You couldn’t possibly comprehend that the great Dynamight chose you. You weren’t famous. Not a vogue model, a hero, or even wealthy. You had nothing to give him.

He had to be messing with you.

So you slipped out of his hold at 5am sharp and went home.

You fell back to sleep in tears and woke up to several texts and calls. Good thing you had your ringer off.

Bakugou - 6:34am

Where’d you go?

I was gonna make you breakfast dumbass

Bakugou - 6:52

Y/n?

Missed call - 7:00am

Bakugou - 7:30

Is this about last night?

I’ll wait for that call back so we can talk about it.

Missed call - 10:03am

Bakugou - 10:05

Call me and we can talk about it. This ignoring me isn’t gonna make it go away.

Missed call - 11:12

Missed call - 11:26

Missed call - 11-31

Bakugou - 11:40

Fucking call me back, this shit isn’t funny.

You’re so lucky I don’t know where you live yet. I’d be there in 15 minutes if I knew.

You debated calling him back. But your embarrassment and anger stopped you from letting him explain himself. How could he use your feelings against you like that! He probably knew that you liked him and wanted a quick fuck.

You started to cry all over again.

A week passed by with no contact. He sent you the occasional text telling you to talk to him but after the 6th day he seemed to give up. At least you thought that until he showed up at your door.

You opened the door wide without checking who it was since you were expecting a package. Your eyes widened when you noticed the blonde leaning against the doorframe, still in his hero costume. He must’ve just gotten off work, saving civilians and climbing the charts. It was another reminder of how he could never want you.

“You gonna let me in or am I-“

You tried to slam the door in his face but he shoved it back open easily. He let himself in, scanning the place.

“Nice place, ‘don’t see why you hadn’t invited me over.”

Maybe it’s because your small, cosy apartment didn’t compare to his high rise penthouse at the top floor.

You grabbed his arm and tried to pull him out. But he wasn’t having it and didn’t let you move him an inch.

“You need to leave, Bakugou.”

“Wow. Last name basis and I was inside you a week ago.”

“Yeah well that shouldn’t have happened.”

“Okay but it did so let’s fuckin’ talk about it.”

You just wanted him to leave before you bursted out in tears. You shook your head, trying to pull him harder but to no avail. Your lip quivered in frustration as tears welled up in your eyes.

Suddenly, he threw you over his shoulder and set you on the couch.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

You broke down in tears.

You told him everything, every assumption you made and every insecurity. You told him how you liked him but you knew he didn’t like you back. He sat there patiently, not speaking a word until you were done.

He got up with a blank face. You thought he was gonna leave at first but he kneeled down to be eye to eye with you.

“Wanna go on a date?”

It surprised you. It was the last thing he expected you to say.

“I’ll take you on a date and prove to you how much I want you. And for the record, I’ve probably liked you longer than you have me. When we met in that coffee shop I immediately knew you were the one I wanted. ‘S rude of you of you to make assumptions but I’ll let it pass if you go on a date with me.”

You agreed as he wiped off your tears. Who were you to say no?

[pathologicalreid]

green-eyed monster | s.r.

in which Spencer comforts your oldest daughter when she's jealous of the new addition to the family

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: jealousy, newborn baby, not proofread, i might be missing something word count: 1.48k a/n: girl dad spencer!!! everyone cheered!!!!

Spencer carefully shut the bedroom door behind him, cringing when he heard the door latch, hoping it didn’t wake you or the baby. Getting her to sleep last night had been a struggle, leaving her with two very sleep-deprived parents, but seeing as you were the one who had been feeding the newborn, Spencer did his best to let you catch up on sleep.

Not only did you need to rest, but he’d been the one to give your elder daughter dolls to play with this morning, and that distraction would only work for so long. Sure enough, there were little feet running down the hallway, nearly colliding with Spencer’s legs as she skidded to a halt. “Mama,” she gasped, out of breath from running.

“Hey, lovey,” Spencer whispered, holding a finger to his lips, “Mama’s sleeping.” He tried to herd her downstairs to fix her something for lunch.

She tried to slip between his legs to get to the door, but before she reached the doorknob, he swiftly scooped her up and set her on his hip, “Nooooo,” she whined, trying to climb out of his grasp and reach out for the bedroom door again. “Mama,” she called again, her little nose crinkling as tears well in her eyes.

Leah went limp in his arms as she realized that he wasn’t going to be bringing her to see you anytime soon. “Oh,” Spencer cooed as he hoisted her up, resting her head on his chest, each tear that sept through his t-shirt breaking his heart. “Honey, mama’s asleep, we can see her later,” he tried to assure her, but sometimes reasoning with a toddler was a miserable waste of time.

“The sun is awake, so Mama can be awake,” she insisted, huffing as Spencer set her down at the breakfast bar so he could start filtering through the meal options. Penelope had set up a meal train to help out, and he eyed the Tupperware in the fridge and wondered if chicken nuggets were going to be a better option.

Pulling out the freezer drawer, Spencer grabbed the bag of frozen nuggets and set them on the counter before preheating the oven. “Mama and Lacy were awake with the moon last night, so they need a little extra time away from the sun,” Spencer explained, rounding the counter so he could stand next to Leah.

He rested his hip against the marble countertop, reaching a hand out and smoothing back her curls. He found himself wishing he had a hair tie with him to pull the wispy strands from her face. “Lacy’s stupid,” Leah mumbled, resting her face in her hands and pouting.

Spencer leaned over the counter, resting his palm on the cool stone and taking a deep breath, “We don’t say stupid.”

“But I did,” she countered, furrowing her brows and crossing her arms in front of her chest. Everyone had warned you about the shift from one kid to two, but you hadn’t had enough insight about how to handle the jealousy from the older child.

He couldn’t blame her; she’d been the only child for years before you introduced a second baby into the mix. Not to mention, she’s only three, and her understanding of babies is limited at best. “Do you remember when Mama and I told you that the new baby needs extra help? It’s ‘cause she’s so little.”

Leah grumbled something indiscernible under her breath. The baby had been exciting for her when she got to tag along to doctors’ appointments and help paint the nursery, but ever since the two of them met in the hospital, Leah’s been almost hostile. “I want Mama,” she whispered, sticking out her bottom lip.

Spencer sighed defeatedly, “I know, lovey. I’m sorry,” he resisted his urge to bring Leah to see you. He wanted to wipe the pout from her face but couldn’t do it at the cost of waking you and Lacy up.

It wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen you in the week since you got home from the hospital, just last night, Spencer had volunteered to take Lacy while the two of you watched a movie in the master bedroom—you both fell asleep watching Finding Nemo.

As he made sure Leah was taken care of, he worried that in the stress of preparing to become parents to two, he had neglected to take the time to prepare Leah to be a big sister. You’d gotten her a bigger bed, complete with a princess canopy, and helped her learn how to play by herself, but none of that mattered if she felt like you didn’t have time for her.

Quietly, Spencer brought Leah back upstairs, watching her carefully in case she tried to get to you, but she veered over to her bedroom instead and climbed up on her bed. Leaving the door open a crack, he laid down next to her on the bed. “Why can’t Mama play?”

“Because Mama just had a baby, and that makes you sleepy and it hurts a lot, so we need to let her get rest,” he spoke gently, turning on his side so he could mind Leah’s reaction to his words. Sometimes he felt like you had a better time getting through to her. “I’m sure Mama will play with you again once she rests more.”

Leah huffed, “Stupid Lacy.” She laid down on her back, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Spencer propped his head up on his arm, “Leah,” he said, a slight warning in his tone, “Do you have kinder words to say about Lacy?”

She mumbled an answer, and he playfully poked at her side until she spoke up, “You called her princess.”

Frowning, he scanned through his memory to recall calling Lacy princess. He had called her princess, one time in the hospital when the two girls first met. “Did it bother you that I used the same nickname for the baby that I use for you?”

The toddler nods softly, sinking further into the fluffy pillows on her bed.

“Will it be okay if I keep using the same nickname for you, Lacy, and mama?” Spencer asked, tenderly reaching out and sweeping some stray hairs from her forehead.

“No,” she answered shortly.

Spencer hummed in response, “You know, it’s a very important job to be the oldest princess.” Leah looked over at him curiously, his first baby. “Someday, Lacy’s gonna need you instead of needing mama, and I need to know that I can trust you,” he continued.

Leah’s pout faded softly, “Need me?”

Nodding, Spencer smiled softly, “Uh huh, she’ll need her big sister.”

“Oh,” she breathed, brown eyes going wide with recognition and curiosity.

“She just needs to get a little bigger first, okay? You have to be patient,” Spencer reminded her of what was easily her least favorite task. That was only further emphasized by the way she scrunched up her nose at the mention of patience.

The two of them waited in silence while Leah seemingly processed the information that had been given to her, “Daddy?”

Spencer looked back up at her, “Yes, princess?”

She shook her head dramatically, “Mama can’t be a princess,” she claimed.

He might’ve laughed, but the look on her face told him that she was dead serious, “Oh? Why not?”

She sat up on the bed, crisscrossing her legs beneath her, curiously touching the tulle of her canopy, “If sissy and I are princesses, then Mama has to be the queen.”

“You’re right,” Spencer told her with the same confidence, “Your Mama is a queen.”

Giggling, Leah went back to lay down on the bed, the two of them sharing a suspicious look when the door to her bedroom creaked open, revealing you on the other side, “Mama!” Leah called out excitedly, standing up on the bed, Spencer could see her physically restraining herself from jumping on the mattress, which was off limits.

Your tired eyes lit up as you walked into the room, handing Spencer Lacy’s baby monitor before laying down on the opposite side of the bed. “Hi, lovey,” you greeted her, pressing a kiss to one of her soft cheeks.

“Guess what?” She asked, looking mischievously between her two parents.

Narrowing your eyes as you pretended to think about it, you smiled at your daughter, “Hm, what?”

Leah beamed at you, “Daddy said you’re a queen!”

Your eyebrows shot up, pleasantly surprised by your toddler’s secret, “Oh, he did, did he?”

She nodded enthusiastically, “Mhm, and sissy and I are princesses,” she proclaimed.

“So, Princess Leah, what do you think of our castle then?” You asked her softly, tapping the tip of her nose and eliciting a fit of giggles from the three-year-old.

She furrowed her eyebrows, looking around her own bedroom critically before turning back to her parents, “It could use more pink.”

[nohoney]

inspired by a text i sent

“we should call out of work together one day, just spend a day fucking.” you suggest to bakugou one day when he returns from work as you’re setting food down at his place on the table. “what do you say?”

bakugou grunts and points out that you and him have sex on the regular, that there’s no need to take time off just to fuck for a whole day. he doesn’t pay your suggestion much mind at first. he works, comes home, spends time with you, and then he rests.

however there comes a stressful period from his agency. things are slightly fucked with an underground villain organization that his team is trying to keep tabs on so his schedule gets rearranged as he helps lead the case on the activity. suddenly he’s not seeing you as often, coming in unreasonably late at night when you’re already asleep, or you’re coming home just as he’s leaving. you’re only able to have a few minutes with each other before he has to go. maybe even a quickie if the two of you are really lucky but even those leave the both of you slightly unsatisfied.

it’s just not enough time together.

it’s a whole month of this fucked up routine, and it’s when he sees your engagement ring sitting in your little jewelry tray in the bathroom when bakugou recalls your words and decides that he needs it.

he trudges into his home again at four in the morning, dropping his work bag by the couch and running his hands down his face that’s coupled with an exhausted sigh. his eyes are tired, his back aches a little, and he’s a little hungry but can’t be bothered with eating a meal at this time. all he wants to do is rest next to you.

bakugou wants his old schedule back.

after he’s showered, bakugou is careful to not jostle you too much as he joins you in bed. his heart clenches a little as he sees you curled up on his side of the bed, your face smushed into his pillow and even wearing one of his shirts are your pajamas. fuck—he misses you.

so he picks up his phone, using the last of his energy to send a text to kirishima and a sidekick in a small groupchat.

[04:47] calling out for two days. keep it together until i get back or else.

kirishima will be unquestioning to his request seeing as bakugou had done a similar favor for him when he was getting burnt out from the agency too.

his phone is put on do not disturb and is set with the screen facing down on the bedside table. bakugou is careful to move you back to your side of the bed, pressing a kiss to your temple to soothe you when you groan unpleasantly. he’s happy to sink into the warmth of the bed and he pulls you in close, falling asleep quicker than he could have anticipated.

you normally wake up at seven and you’re pretty good at hopping out of bed to start your day. this morning is not as easy, not when you wake up to bakugou having practically trapped you against him. it’s nice though, so so nice considering the schedule he’s had lately. he has to rest though from his late night and you have to be ready for work, so you try to peel his arms off you.

oh his arms… so fucking strong and built, they feel so good to be wrapped around your waist but you have to go.

when you attempt a second time to get out of his hold, you let out a small yelp when your fiancé tightens his hold and grunts, “stay.”

“katsuki, i can’t,” your voice rasps with sleepiness, trying to shake it off along with your hulking hero soon-to-be-husband off you, “gotta get ready for work.”

“stay.” bakugou repeats himself a little more firmly.

you sigh out loud and attempt a third time to get out of his hold. you’re surprised when he pushes you to lie back on the bed and he cages you with his body, looking down at you with dark bags under his eyes. almost fed up, you’re about to yell at him but he speaks first, “call out, i miss you and i’m gonna fuck you all day.”

his words are familiar but in the moment, you can’t recall from when you heard them. it has a reaction on you, has you aching and clenching your legs together as you look up at him. “you need rest, you got home late.”

“i’ll sleep when i feel like it. i just fucking miss you.” he croons, leaning down to nose at your cheek and then inhale the scent of your lotion that he can still smell faintly on your skin, “call out.”

oh god, you are tempted but you want him to sleep and you have a scheduled call with all the other managers for your work today. “katsuki, get some sleep baby. i can make dinner tonight when i get home and-“ you try to convince him to get rest but he speaks over you.

“c’mon, fuck on my cock and show me how much you miss me.”

you’re finally convinced.

it only takes thirty seconds to send a text with a reasonable excuse to your lead manager that you won’t be in for the next two days. you know that they’ll say no problem to you since you’ve hardly called out of work since you earned your promotion within the last year. and besides, there’s always other people calling out anyway so now it’s your fucking turn.

plus you know… you’re dynamight’s fiancée so you should get to flex that occasionally.

everything is frenzied now that the two of you know you have the next 48 hours with one another. no work, no meetings, no emails—just the two of you finally together.

the kisses are desperate, clothes are flung off and thrown somewhere on the bedroom floor, and bakugou is lying on his back as he grabs your hips to have you sit on his face. to have him hold you like this again has you excited, moaning loudly in relief as your fiancé eagerly eats you out. your hips roll to glide his tongue along your pussy, his big hands sliding up from your hips and cupping just right underneath your tits, one of his thumbs leisurely petting just right underneath your breast.

“oh god, oh god! fuck, s’good!” your breath is low, speaking more to yourself and lewdly moaning when bakugou roughly grabs your tits.

“missed this pussy on my face,” bakugou groans from beneath in between licks, “missed my fucking girls right here.”

ugh it’s so corny how he refers to your breasts but in the moment you find it grossly endearing. sometimes when you were cooking, bakugou would come up behind you and put his hands under your shirt just to grope at you. sometimes you would get genuinely annoyed at him for intruding in your space but with him being so busy in the last month, you had missed it more than you thought you would have.

it’s almost embarrassing how easily you cum on his tongue but bakugou has no complaints, practically drinking it up as he continues to eat away at you. as much as you relieved to get eaten out again, you were aching even more for his cock in your mouth. hopping off his face, you feel your mouth drool upon seeing your fiancé’s hard cock flushed a rosy red at the tip as it twitches against his lower stomach.

“pumpkin, hold on i want to you to—fuck!” bakugou wanted your cunt right away but he throws his head back against the pillows when you immediately deepthroat his cock. just as he had eagerly eaten you out to show how much he missed you, you were enthusiastically taking him into your throat. bakugou almost feels like a virgin with the way he’s reacting, finding himself a little sensitive that he hadn’t gotten properly sucked off in a while thanks to those shitty villains that showed on the radar for some real serious shit.

bakugou swears he’s gonna rip them apart with his own hands once they’re located for keeping him and his fiancée apart this long.

his chest rises and falls quickly, one of his hands clenching a fist as we he wills himself to not cum. but god, your mouth feels so good on his cock and he hasn’t had a proper nut in a while. the quickies he had with you along with the secret hurried fisting on his dick while on the job just weren’t cutting it. finding some semblance of control, bakugou grabs you by the back of your head and pulls you off.

“katsukiiii!” you whine out his name in a small drawl, letting out a petulant little noise that makes him coo over you, “i want more!”

bakugou hushes you gently, guiding you back over to him until he’s got you hovering over his cock. “sit on it baby, give that fucking pussy to me.” he urges you with a tone of desperation in his voice, “c’mon, fuck!”

slowly you ease onto his cock, your eyes fluttering as the tip breaches you and the stretch of your fiancé has you excited. a month isn’t necessarily a long time but when neither of you hadn’t been able to not even spend at least fifteen minutes together in the entirety since his fucked up schedule, it ends up feeling like a lifetime has passed.

your hands rest on bakugou’s pecs, needing the leverage as you sit back fully onto his cock, gasping in surprise when you already cum on him.

“oh fuck, ya missed me that much sweetheart? you only put it in and you’re already cumming again?” bakugou breathlessly laughs, using his strong hands to lift you up slightly and slamming you down. he relishes in your gasp and how your cunt is already soaking wet—it’s dripping right where’s got you plugged and onto his balls. one would think that it’s a little cruel that he repeats the motion a few times, still getting the same result as you start to lose your mind from becoming sensitive already, but he’s been missing this and missing you.

you manage to get some semblance of your brain back, pushing off bakugou’s hands and put in the work of riding him yourself. there’s no work that you need to get to later on—nothing that’s going to get in the way between you and him!

“missed you, katsuki! missed you, missed you!” your words are desperate and your cunt is eager to milk your fiancé’s cock. you ride him hard, even as your legs start to tire and you can feel a thin sheen of sweat start to form on your body, you don’t want to stop. you take him in, watching bakugou become equally overwhelmed. his eyes shut and his mouth drops open to groan, but when he attempts to open his eyes it seems that he doesn’t know where to look.

he loves watching your cunt swallow his dick, he loves how your tits bounce in his face when you fuck him like this, and he loves looking at your face as you—

smack!

“ah shit, the fuck was that for babe?” bakugou curses but he was actually exhilarated from you slapping him. normally he’s the one slapping your cheeks, but it’s not unheard of for you to give him the same treatment occasionally.

“you-you missed tasting wedding cakes with me! it was scheduled this month and you couldn’t make it!” you huff out, sitting back again onto his dick and this time shaking your hips. the little motion makes his eyes roll back but he manages to hiss out ‘m sorry baby…

oh fuck, you’re right. he had it marked off in his calendar three months prior but this stupid schedule wrecked everything! and who knows if you’ve had to reschedule or postpone certain things that are needed for the wedding all because of him.

once bakugou is back to work, he is definitely going to kill those stupid villain fuckers.

he stutters apologies, canting his hips up to meet yours and fucking you from the bottom. “sorry, fucking sorry baby… tell me everything that i missed. everything.”

“r-right now?” you shudder and then yelp when bakugou seizes control, putting you on your back and leaning over you, “tell you now?”

“no stupid, tell me when we’re not fucking.” bakugou tuts, deciding that you’re way too coherent with his dick in you. so he rams himself into you, deep into cunt and hearing another wet squelch that drips onto his cock and is gonna make a wet spot on the bed. he’s got plans to make you cum more, to make you squirt, to make you lose your voice from screaming for him but only after he listens to all the updates he’s missed for the last month.

he is going to fuck you as much as he can for the next two days.

bakugou misses your tight walls clinging onto him, sometimes clenching so hard that he has to wait for you to relax a little so that he can keep on moving. soft and wet and warm, he’s been obsessed with your pussy since the first date he had with you. he’s been in love with you for the last three years and he’s going to keep on loving you forever.

right now though, he just really really wants to fuck you for himself.

the frenzied fucking is everything that he’s been missing, watching as your head digs into the pillow and your body starts to shake. you were babbling a little earlier but now you’re so fucked out that you can only make sounds, no discernible words can be formed in your head or out loud. he’s got you suspended in ecstasy, drowning in a sea of rapture, and just absolutely stupid from his cock.

“missed this sloppy lil, pussy. fucking love this pussy, all fucking mine.”

bakugou reaches in between your bodies, knowing that he’s about to make you undone. he rubs the pad of his thumb against your clit in tandem with his thrusts. it’s like you’re renewed, your eyes widening in a brief moment of clarity at the new stimulation, taking in the onslaught of pleasure that’s surging up and down your body.

you wail for him, your toes curling and your back arching high off the bed. your cunt spasms around his cock, hugging him tightly before your orgasm crashes hard onto you. one of your arms manages to clutch onto bakugou and pulls him in close, your nails dragging down hard against his back.

that makes him come undone, fucking hard into you still as thick ropes of cum fill you. even as he cums, his fingers still work on your clit but you can barely manage to take anymore before slapping his hand away instinctively to stop overstimulating you.

your fiancé’s body is a pleasant weight that drops on you, the both of you catching your breath after some mind blowing sex. bakugou feels your hands soothe over his back. your touch is relaxing and what he’s been needing this entire time. he decides to stay like this until his cock finally softens inside you.

bakugou pulls out and rolls over to his side of the bed, pulling up the blankets to help cover you up while you still try to get yourself in order. he basks in the glow that he’s sure is radiating off of him, like a knot that’s finally massaged out of his neck, like a joint that finally cracks and gives you some relief when you stretch.

yeah… he’s been needing this.

the two of you are up on your feet and hour later, barely clothed in your own home as you walk around in an oversized sweatshirt and he leaves the bedroom only wearing his favorite sweats. bakugou is at the stove as he cooks breakfast and you’re catching him up on some of the things he’s missed on your side while you make a dirty chai for him.

“i can order a wedding cake sampler and have it delivered here, how does that sound? seeing as you missed the actual tasting.” you offer to your fiancé, stirring up his chai for him before setting it to the side, “comes with twelve flavors for us to try.”

“yeah, why not? i don’t think we’ve ever sat around just eating cake before.” bakugou agrees as he plates the second omelette that’s meant for you.

“it’s not just cake we’re eating, katsuki! it’s for the wedding! we need to choose what we think everyone will enjoy.” you chide him playfully as you set up the table for the two you. bakugou likes the setup of the little breakfast nook, but he leaves for the bathroom to fetch one thing that will make everything complete.

he picks up your engagement ring from your jewelry tray.

although bakugou is the one who decided to call off work suddenly, he can’t help but glance at his phone anyway for any updates. and he gets a single text from kirishima-

[9:01] good news! we’re off the hook for now with the case—managed to get todoroki’s agency to help rotate the watch too. enjoy your days off bro!

bakugou is grateful but he only sends it in the form of a thumbs up reaction to the text. he knows that kirishima appreciates it anyway and is probably just as relieved.

so he walks back to have breakfast with you, deciding to withhold the news from you for now as he tells you to put your ring on. and it feels right again to sit down and eat with you, drink from his favorite mug, and to be actually relaxed for the first time in a month.

“mmkay, the cakes are gonna be delivered by one! and i know it’s us choosing together, but i really liked the strawberry mousse with white cake as an option.”

he’s still got the next 40-something hours with you to fuck you as much as he wants and to make up all the time he’s missed.