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[azzibuckets]

national what day [pazzi]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary: a very random and unedited little blurb i wrote for national girlfriend day yesterday

word count: 1k

masterlist

“You think I’d forget?”

Emerging from the bathroom, Azzi freezes midway through brushing her teeth, not expecting to see a huge inflatable Olaf, probably as tall as her, sitting on her bed. Even wilder is Paige standing next to the Olaf with a proud grin on her face, one hand holding a gift bag from Tiffany’s and the other holding a huge sign that said “Olaf you!”

Azzi licks toothpaste from the corner of her lip. “What’s this for?”

Paige’s face drops, the corner of her lips turning downwards as a pout starts to form. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

Azzi gurgles at the sink before spitting out her toothpaste. Wiping her damp hands dry on her sleep shirt, she returns and eyes Paige curiously. “This is super cute, babe, I love it. But am I missing something?”

Paige’s eyebrows furrow even further, her mouth agape. “You don’t know what today is?”

Azzi looks innocently around, as if an idea would conjure up in the air in front of her. “The first of the month?”

Paige’s mouth pulls into a even tighter line. She slumps on the bed beside the Olaf, throwing her arms around its stomach and burrowing her head into the plastic nylon material. “Maybe you can be my new girlfriend,” she grunts, her voice muffled.

Azzi nudged Paige in the back. “What’s going on?”

The blonde peeks up, one eye glaring at her girlfriend and the other covered by blonde hair falling across her face. “Did you honestly forget it’s national girlfriend day?”

Azzi, having busied herself with her bedtime routine, starts to rub lotion onto her face. “Is that a thing?”

“Of course it’s a thing!” Paige whines. “How do you not know it exists?”

“I’m not chronically online,” Azzi says slyly, smirking at Paige in the mirror.

“Babe.” Paige is behind Azzi now, hands splaying across her waist and pulling her in. She brushes a kiss across the nape of Azzi’s neck, fingers smoothing out the curly baby hairs at her hairline. “Did you really not know?”

The dejected look on Paige’s face forces Azzi out of her act. Bursting out laughing, Azzi turns in Paige’s room and presses a light kiss to her nose. “You’re so gullible it’s cute.”

“I’m cute?” Paige is smirking now, completely ignoring the first half of the sentence as her eyes glaze over with wonder.

Azzi pushes Paige in the forehead with her palm. “And you’re so in love with me you’re deaf.” Shaken out of her trance, Paige follows Azzi to the bathroom.

“That’s fucked up,” Paige groans. “Why’d you do me like that earlier?”

“You were gone the entire day and you said you’d be home by 7. It’s 10 and you just got back.” Azzi has a half smile on her face, but Paige sees right through it. She hates the thought of her ever disappointing her girlfriend, so she swallows down her pride.

“I’m really sorry, I was at Tiffany’s getting your necklace I ordered ahead but then it took a while and-,”

“Paige, it’s okay,” Azzi interrupts, reaching out to brush off a piece of lint from Paige’s shoulder. Her hand rests there and she squeezes. “I’m not mad at you, I swear. I just wish you would’ve texted me so I could’ve prepared better.”

“Prepared?”

“I made us dinner.” Azzi glances shyly away. “Spaghetti, steak, all your favorites. It’s in the fridge now, but it’s fine. We can eat it later, like meal prep.”

“Azzi.” There’s hurt and regret and guilt packed in only one word, and Paige’s eyes are wet when she clamps her hand over Azzi’s. “Baby, I’m so sorry, I should’ve texted. I’m gonna make it up to you, I promise.” Paige cups Azzi’s face in hers, beginning to pepper her face with kisses. “Tomorrow, just me and you. I’m gonna take you out, okay? It’s gonna be the best day of your life.”

Laughing, Azzi shakes her head. “Don’t feel bad, Paige, I told you it’s fine.”

“You’re too fucking good of a person,” Paige says, all serious now. “I messed up and should take responsibility for it.”

“I don’t know, your huge ass Olaf makes it easy to forgive you.” Azzi glances over Paige’s shoulder, eyes softening once she realizes that a necklace of polaroids is draped across its neck. “Is that us?”

Paige follows Azzi’s glance. “It is. But come on.” Dragging Azzi’s hand along, she leads them downstairs to the kitchen before they’re both staring at the fridge.

“Paige, it’s 10 PM.”

“You made us dinner. We gotta eat it.” Paige opens the fridge and immediately starts stacking the counter with the Tupperware containers marked with “P&A”.

“You missed the vegetables,” Azzi says pointedly when Paige starts to close the fridge.

“No, I didn’t,” Paige says breezily before shutting the door.

“Where are we going?” Azzi questions as Paige picks up the containers before hurrying out the front door.

“Somewhere more private.” Juggling all the containers on one hand, Paige opens the door to the back seat with the other and ushers Azzi inside.

“Sitting in a cold and dark car eating cold leftovers. Best national girlfriend’s day ever,” Azzi says sarcastically as she scoots in.

“Shut up.” Paige flicks Azzi in the cheek. “I wanna cuddle while we eat.”

“We couldn’t do this in our room?”

“You know your mom hates when we eat in the bedroom.”

Azzi shrugs, adjusting their bodies so that she’s lying in Paige’s arms as they sprawl across the three seats.

“This is what I used to dream of.”

“Huh?” Azzi looks up as she pops a piece of cold steak into her mouth.

“Calling you my girlfriend. Sometimes I forget how lucky I am to be with you and I have to slap myself. I used to think about scenarios like this every fucking night before I went to sleep.”

Azzi smiles into Paige’s bicep. “You’re such a romantic.”

“You know that if I had the choice I would’ve spent the entire day with you?”

“I know. You’re pretty obsessed with me.” And there are a lot of words that Azzi wants to say. That she thinks that her heart beats for Paige, and she doesn’t know how she managed to live before this crazy beanpole white girl ran into her life and upheaved everything she knew. But she stores it inside the small part of her brain that’s been working on her vows since she was 14, and instead she says, “But it’s not like you forgot an anniversary. You and I both know today doesn’t really matter.”

“But you matter.” Paige’s grip tightens on Azzi.

Azzi nuzzles her head into Paige’s chest, sighing contentedly as her eyes flutter sleepily. “You make me feel like I matter.”

[angeliicheartt]

🐬 "ᴘᴜʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴛ!" — send a dialogue prompt and a character and i'll write a blurb!

"I missed everything about you" WITH SHINSOU JUST FOR U MY LOVE 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

"ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ."

includes: hitoshi shinso

fem!reader

a/n: here's this to make up for the hitoshi angst, frannie once again sending the best reqs, super super sickeningly sweet

the netflix show you had been watching is paused as you hear keys jingling right outside your apartment door. the only light in the apartment comes from the tv and the stove light on in the kitchen.

hitoshi had been gone for 2 weeks, working on a mission in kyoto, leaving you alone, and, frankly, paranoid. you read the time on your phone, the bright light causing you to squint before reading ‘1:48 AM’.

the door sweeps open as a tall figure walks in, his footsteps slow and dragging as he shuts the door behind him. only when he looks toward the couch do you see it's only hitoshi. his eyes widen at the sight of you awake as you get up from the couch in record speed to run and hug him.

he lets out a small “oomf,” as you tackle his body but he lets out a low chuckle as he wraps his arms around you in return.

“you’re home,” you murmur, your words muffled by his capture scarf. he chuckles as he buries his head in your hair, inhaling sharply as his grip tightens around you.

“i am,” he rasps, his throat scratchy from the mission, “now what are you doing up, hm?”

“was just watching a show,” you muse, your face parting from his body to peer up at him as he looks down at you. “pleasant surprise that you came home tonight.”

“mm, yeah?” he rasps once again, one of his hands departing from its place around you to stroke your cheek. “missed you,” he murmurs as he digs his nose into your neck.

you wrap your arms around his neck as you giggle, flinching slightly from the contact of his nose to your ticklish neck. “bet i missed you more,”

“mmm, i don't think so,” he muses, his lips quirking up as he separates from your neck once again. he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, savoring your taste of which he’s been deprived.

“are you ready to sleep?” you ask once the two of you part, hitoshi’s lips forming a small pout at the action. 

“hafta shower..” he murmurs, his thumb gliding along your jaw as he takes you in, his eyes filled with relief and adoration. 

“mm, i don’t mind if you're a bit sweaty, toshi, let’s just get in bed.” you say, your hand playing with the damp, violet hairs at the nape of his neck. “you can shower in the morning,”

he chuckles softly at your words, “but i stink, angel.”

you scoff playfully, “i love your stink,” you say, emphasizing your point by burying your face in his chest and inhaling elaborately, pulling a soft laugh out of the man.

“alright, alright, point made. let’s get in bed.” he murmurs as you part from his chest, smiling cheekily up at him. 

you move away from hitoshi as you walk to the couch, grabbing the remote and turning off the tv. hitoshi waits patiently for you to pad back over to him before leading the both of you into your bedroom.

you plant a kiss on hitoshi’s cheek before going into the bathroom. he quickly changes into a clean pair of boxers before trudging to the bathroom behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as you wash your face. 

a smile forms on your lips at his touch and you rinse your face, drying it off with the towel hanging beside the sink as hitoshi clings onto you. you brush your teeth before grabbing hitoshi’s toothbrush and squirting a glob of toothpaste onto it. you turn around to face hitoshi, a low whine escaping his throat at the movement.

“calm down, toshi, just gotta brush your teeth.” his eyes open lazily, peering down at you before opening his mouth. you gently brush his teeth, one hand gripping his jaw as you maneuver the toothbrush around his mouth. when you finish, you move to the side as he spits in the sink.

you place his toothbrush back in its holder before taking hitoshi’s hand and walking back to the bedroom. you get under the covers and he follows, his body strewn across yours as he buries his face in your neck, his preferred cuddling position.

he sighs softly as you two get comfortable, his arms wrapping under your body as he holds onto your waist. “missed you so much, missed everything about you,” he murmurs into your neck, burrowing his nose into your hair.

“i missed you too, toshi,” you say softly, your hand moving to tangle your fingers in his soft hair. 

the only response you receive is hitoshi’s soft snoring.

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ: @satelitis @whenanafallsinlove @kozumesphone @tikitsune

[madamechrissy]

Dirty Little Secret

ꕥ Pairings: Toji Fushiguro x Fem Reader

ꕥ Warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, dirty talk, Toji calls reader 'doll, ma, slut (Toji and Doll just work lol) Age gap- reader is 21, Toji is 39. - This chapter-rough sex, pregnancy kink, oral fem and male recieving, excessive mentions of cum, Toji is a freaky ass mf, spanking, more freaky shit, that's what this fic rly is.

ꕥ Word Count-this chap- 6.6k

ꕥ Summary- Toji Fushiguro is your dad Shiu's best friend for years. You've known him most your life. You come home for spring break to relax, and who pops up at the fucking doorstep? Toji. He's nasty, annoying, perverted and... Sexy. Hot. Built. And makes you think, maybe your first time shouldn't be with some college boy? But with this buff dude who can tie a cherry stem with his tongue and a scar on his damn lip.

Chapter 10 - Masterlist - Playlist

Chapter 11

“I’m on the shot! How!?” You are panicking, your heart racing in your chest as you stare at the two lines on the test Toji ran to get. How can this be real, how can you not have noticed…

“Holy shit.” He huffs, still playing with your tits, and you scowl, smacking at his big hands then. “Sorry, doll… they’re so great for stress.”

“Toji, this is serious.”

“I’m dead ass serious.” Toji brushes your hair back gently, and your eyes flutter shut for a moment at how good it feels. “From when do you think, doll? The hotel? Or… was it on Spring break… because that’d make you…”

“Fuck, that would be three months, no way. Shit. I sometimes don’t get a period on the shot for months, and with all the stress of everything I didn’t notice, so I am not sure. Ugh.”

“So I fuck through birth control?” He smirks as he talks, making you even angrier, your blood pressure rising.

“This isn’t funny. Did they even have birth control when Megumi was born, old man?”

He glares at you now, his eyes dark in the bathroom, jaw locking. “Doll you’re really acting like we didn’t have birth control in the early 2000's?”

“I figured you were born in the fifties, so-”

“That’s it.” Toji lifts you up by your arms, turning you to face the mirror, pushing you over the sink. “Imma beat your ass again.”

“You can’t, I’m pregnant!” You giggle then, however, grabbing a toothbrush and toothpaste, catching his eyes and grin in the mirror. “You’re so cocky, you are happy you did this shit.”

“Damn right I am.” He wraps an arm around your waist, hand pressing your tummy gently, and you suck in a breath, seeing him so big behind you, around you, as he rests a chin on your shoulder. “I told ya I wanted to put a baby in ya. Gonna be so sexy when you’re all round.”

“No, I’ll look so gross, ugh!” You brush your teeth viciously, rinsing then, drying your mouth with the back of your hand to turn and face him, back pressed against the counter. “Babe, this is insane. Should we do this?”

He cups your face then, bending low and holding you so close. “It’s up to you, doll, but fuck… I hope you want to. I really do.” He’s choked up then, that rare emotion filling his eyes, making his voice gruff.

“Oh, Toji…” You cup his face gently then, as both of your hearts are pounding in your chests.

“I know I fucked up with Megumi…”

“Don’t…”

“No, listen to me.” He presses his forehead against yours, as his big hands splay your body, gripping so tight like he never wants to let go. “I know I wasn’t shit for the kid back then. I know it, don’t defend it because you love me.”

“You were a baby, Toji. Younger than me!” You feel emotions hit hard, stuck in your throat as he pulls back a bit with a sharp intake of his breath, and you see his dark green eyes watery, breaking your damn heart.

“It’s no excuse for not being around. I am lucky he wanted a relationship when he got older, but I fucking swear to you, if I get another chance to be a dad, I’ll do it right. I’ll do right by both of you, I promise I will, doll.” Your tears are streaming down your cheeks at his hoarse confession, you feel his hands trembling, and you swipe away two errant little tears.

Toji Fushiguro is strong, he’s rough and brazen, he’s so tough and such a big man, he holds so much in. With nasty humor, with quips, making shit a joke, but now he’s looking at you with such devotion, as he holds you so close, your tummy pressed against his. Your toothpaste on your breath is mingling with the coffee on his as you both press so close, gazing at each other.

You know then, that you want this, that you want to have his baby, fuck it’s insane and you’ll be like twenty two and and a momma… yet, you want it with every fiber of your being. As you see this care, this love, this hope, as you feel his hand gently atop your flat tummy, as you both picture it round, as you picture a life with him.

“I know I am not the most… sweet man.” You giggle through your tears, but he’s still very serious. “But I swear to you this, a little girl or boy, I’ll be the best dad I can be, I’ll do everything to take care of you all, I’ll make sure of it. If I get a chance to have a beautiful little girl, who looks like you, or a little shithead boy like me.”

“Oh… fuck.” You’re sobbing now, you can’t help it, not when you hear the desperation in his voice, when you feel his lips on your forehead, so oddly sweet and so different. You feel his love and need radiating as you cling to his bare arms, feeling his entire body tense.

“I can’t ask you to do this if you don’t want, and I’ll love you no matter your decision, but fuck… I can’t lie. I want so bad to have babies with you, to make a family, to do this shit right. Please, Doll, give me a shot?” He finishes then, hand brushing back your hair gently, and you smile tremulously up at him.

“Of course I want this baby. There’s no question, none at all. It’s insane, and my dad will kill you, Megumi will also kill you… people will say shit. But I don’t care, not one bit, because I want this.” You put a shaky little hand over his big one, and watch him break down then, slamming his lips on yours, as your saliva mixes with both of your tears that fall.

“I love you so fuckin’ much doll.” He pulls back to whisper, his handsome face in a big grin now, and you can’t stop your smile. “I’ve never been more happy in my stupid, worthless fuckin’ life.”

“It’s not worthless, you’re not worthless Toji.”

“I was, doll. But I won’t be, not this time, I swear I’ll do everything right. I may fuck some shit up at times, but-”

“Stop that.” He pauses, taking a breath now. “I know you’ll be a good father, I know you’ll take care of me. I believe in you.”

Toji looks away, covering his face then. “You little brat, always making me cry like a lil bitch.”

You smile, damn near choking on emotion, turning his face back to you, your thumb brushes on that scar you love so much. “I’m gonna be a mommy, do you think I’ll be a good one? I don’t even know! I’m so nervous.”

He picks you up in his arms with ease, sitting you on the cold marble counter of the sink then, bending down and sliding your shirt up, kissing your tummy. Your sobs just get more intense at the beauty of the moment, as your hands run through his black silky hair.

“I know you’ll be the best, look how deeply you love an idiot like me.” He kisses your tummy again and again, big hands taking over your thighs, making you tremble, as you pull him back up.

“I’m scared but I want this. I do. I want to be a mommy. I want a life with you, I want to not be afraid to show ourselves, to just be…”

“Together.” he finishes, and you nod at that, as he kisses your lips so softly, so different from his rough, brutal kisses.

“Together.”

“How the fuck am I so lucky? I swear I’ll make sure you never regret-”

“Toji Fushiguro, I will never regret anything about me and you. Not you being my first, not having this baby, not anything. Got it, old man?”

He moans then, kissing you so deeply, and you both fall into each other, as the kisses get more intense, as his hands slide up to grip your breasts, so sensitive you scream damn near at his rough hands. He pulls back to look at you, hunger in those dark green pools, his black lashes low over them, lidded with desire.

“Imagine these with milk in ‘em, hmm Ma?” He whispers, pinching your nipples and filling you with insane images, you feel your cheeks flush as he sucks a nipple in his hungry mouth, and your back arches, head slamming against the mirror, as his thick fingers rub you over your silky Hello Kitty shorts.

“Mnh… gonna be a Daddy again, huh?” You whisper back, earning a groan that vibrates against the soft skin of your tits, and he’s rubbing your clit over your shorts, pressing the silky material between your lips, making you soak the material.

“I am gonna be a Daddy, and you’re gonna be a Mommy.” You nod eagerly, biting your lower lip when he presses up, and you’re leaning back to yank on your waistband, earning his chuckle. “So eager, slutty brat.”

“Shut up old man, and fuck me.” He scowls, earning your giggle, only for him to yank down your shorts, pulling you down and bending you over the counter, smacking your ass so hard you yelp. “Hey!”

“Gotta smack you while I can, fuckin brat.” He smacks you again, where you’re already sore and bruised, only earning you getting stupid wet. “Old man knocked you the fuck up, didn’t he.”

“He did. Mmm! Please…” He smacks you again, and pulls your hair then, you are biting your lip so hard it hurts, that pussy throbbing for him without even being fully touched.

“Address me the right way, damned brat.”

“Please fuck me, Daddy.” He moans then, sliding two fingers in your little cunt, they pulse around him instantly, you hear the loud squishy sounds in the room, and you catch his gaze in the mirror. His lips are parted, his eyes full of desire as they look at your face, glazed with lust.

“You’re so goddamn pretty, aren’t you, my doll.” He cooes then, pressing closer against you as his fingers work up and down, and he’s got the other hand on your throat, under your chin. “Look at that pretty lil face, all fucked out, begging for more. You want Daddy’s cock, don't ya.”

“I want it, please, please.” Your eyes shut at how good it feels, riding his hand eagerly, the rough pads of his fingertips pressing on that spongy spot as your slick little walls soak him, squeeze him. He’s squeezing more, tilting your chin up, so fucking huge behind you, taking over your little body.

“Beg for this cock, like a good girl f’me. You can do it, baby.” He whispers, putting that perfect pressure on your pulse point, as everything gets fuzzy, and even in the mirror you see it shaking, as he makes you dizzy.

“Please, put your cock in me Daddy, lemme cum all over it. I’m so wet for you, can’t you feel?” You arch your ass back, earning his loud groan, then his fingers slide out and you watch him suck them off with a moan, before he slides those gray sweats down and his cock presses on your entrance. “Y-yes, please… please…”

“I’ll give ya anything doll, anything you ask for like that.” He lifts you up, your legs dangling off the counter as he shoves his thick cock in then, and your pussy struggles to adjust, no matter how much you fuck Toji’s cock always takes work to handle. He uses one hand to grab your hip now, fucking into you as your hands cling to the smooth counter.

You’re dripping down Toji’s length as both his hands hold your hips, you’re suspended over this counter, helpless, as he rails your pussy so good. Your breath fogs up the mirror as he presses you forward with every stroke, your hand on it now, bracing yourself for his thrusts, as his eyes drink you in the reflection, growing smoky with every heavy breath.

“You’re so tight, fuck…” He moans then, easing out of you and making you whine out at the loss.

“Toji! Back in!”

“Impatient lil brat, hush.” He pulls you down then, turning you around and picking you up in his arms, kissing you deeply, carrying you to his room, laying your back on the soft bed, which creaks under his weight as he lays on you. “Gotta be a little more gentle with you now.”

“No you don’t… mmm… not yet.” He chuckles then, white teeth stark against his tanned skin, lighting his face up. You sigh as you study him. “My Daddy is so handsome, you know?”

“Mmm, and my doll is beautiful. Most beautiful thing I’ve ever fuckin’ seen. So pretty just f’me.” His kisses down your throat make you gasp as he slides back in, and your eyes roll back, with the pleasure of that stretch. He moans, hands taking over your waist, as your thighs wrap his hips, your heels pressing into his strong lower back.

You whimper when his hips snap, and that tip kisses your bruised cervix, head falling to the side, eyes fluttering shut. He’s kissing your throat as he fucks into you, lazy, slow strokes, sucking hard on your delicate skin. Your hands are clinging to his chest, feeling his steady heart under your palm, muscles contracting around his thick cock as he fucks you so good.

You can barely catch a breath as you see sweat dripping down his brow, as your eyes struggle to stay focused at how good he’s making you feel, as you hear the smacks of skin and your slick wetness loud in his quiet room, just the fan whirling above you. He slows even more, bracing a hand on the bed and the other hand cups your face, thumb pressing on your lower lip.

Toji just stares then, his mouth open ever so slightly, his eyes emotional, lashes trembling as his lids lower, and he’s slowly pressing in, making your back arch, making you gasp, your hands sliding down his taut muscles, the sides of his rib cage. Your nails press into his back as you roll your hips up, watching pleasure contort his face, which leans down low.

He’s right there, his heavy weight pressed against your aching breasts, your sore little nipples against a hot, hard chest. Your eyes lock, noses almost touching, as he rolls those hips again, hitting that spot inside you that makes you black out, and you’re convulsing around his length, his hand now sliding down your soft tummy, which trembles at the touch.

“Daddy…” You whisper, and he moans, slamming his lips again, before taking a breath and leaning back up.

“You’re too fuckin gorgeous, fuck. Killin’ me doll. Just looking at you, like I can’t even breathe.” You’re tearing up again, and he sighs. “Even pretty cryin’ like that, y’know that?”

“Fuck…” You pull him back down for a kiss, overwhelmed not just how good his cock feels, but how much you love this man. “You’re being too sweet, fuck me hard, okay?”

He laughs a bit, shaking his head, kissing your forehead again. “Can I not be sweet with ya once? Just once?”

“N-no, you’re nasty Toji, not sweet. Wreck my pussy.”

He laughs again, lifting a thigh and shoving in more, but he doesn’t rail you, or fuck you hard, or wreck your pussy, he’s still going achingly slow, now a thumb brushing your clit in teasing circles. You’re whining, limbs writhing under him, so sensitive, so on edge, your very soul aching for this man, the one who’s eliciting even more emotions than before at his slow pace.

At how he gazes at you.

At how he touches you.

At the clear love in his eyes.

“Can I not just enjoy my baby momma, huh? And her pretty face, her pretty body, take my time?” He murmurs, and now he’s wrecking your mind, as his slow thrusts start to feel so good, and so intense, along with the stimulation of your clit.

“It’s… y-you don’t do that, though.” You mumble, making him smirk, so sexy, that scar stretched under his dark stubble, as his thick tip drags along those little gummy walls that are wetter than ever.

“Let me try it once, yeah doll? Made you a Mommy, didn’t I?” He whispers, and you’re close then, as he thrusts in fully, pressing into your cervix, and pinching your little twitching clit between his fingers, making you scream out then.

“Y-yes, you did, Daddy… you did. Ah!” You’re screaming as you feel it, that pressure hits, and you’re about to burst.

“Lemme watch you cum, all over Daddy’s cock. Good girl.” You’re ended, he’s wrecked your mind, completely, as you shatter around him, cumming so hard you can’t see. You’re floating somewhere, before you return back to see Toji studying you, his perfect muscles tense as he does. “That’s it, lemme feel you doll, lemme feel.”

“Daddy!” You cry out, clinging to him as your orgasm washes over you, and he’s kissing you, groaning into your eager mouth, fucking quicker now, just a little rougher, fucking you into another orgasm. You’re crying out into his lips, nails digging into his skin, making him hiss, jaw tightening.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect f’me, doll. Just mine.”

“Just y-yours.”

He moans, and now he flips you, until you’re on top of him, and you brace yourself on his strong chest, palms under his collarbone, rolling your hips, head falling back. Your hair falls like a curtain down your back as Toji’s huge hands glide up your body, your tummy, your waist, settling there and urging you, lifting you up and down his long cock.

“Daddy… mmm!” You’re whimpering as you bounce up and down his cock, as Toji watches your eager cunt suck him in, your lips all puffy from being fucked so good last night. A creamy ring forms around the base of his cock, and he groans as your cunt keeps sucking him in so goddamn good.

Fuck you look so beautiful, his eyes hit your pretty face, all flushed from your exertions, tears leaving streaks on your cheeks, and your eyes look at him, cock drunk and fucked out. You’re so fucking sexy he can’t take it, sensitive as your muscles squeeze him, as your thighs tense around him, and you’re close again, he can feel you, he can feel it.

“Need me to help you, doll?” He murmurs, and you nod weakly, as he brings you forward, letting your rest on his chest, your breasts, so full, pressing on it, nipples tight and hard on his skin. Toji grips the fat of your hips, thumbs pressing into your pelvis now, placing his feet on the mattress. “Hang on to me, Ma.”

You eagerly listen, you’re not running your bratty mouth right now, though he loves your attitude, you just cling to him with your little hands, your eyes looking into his so lovingly, your lashes casting shadows on your cute little face. He thrusts up in and watches your head fall back, your mouth slack open, brows knitting as he fucks your cervix how you like.

“Want it hard now, doll?” He whispers, and you nod, your hair falling against his chest, so silky, as your pussy clenches around him.

You’re having his fucking baby, it’s so insane for Toji to think, that soon you’ll be so round with him, and he’s fucked a baby into you. He can’t wait to watch that glow you’ll get, can’t wait to see cute little stretchies on your perfect skin, see your tits get even bigger, dripping milk.

All the thoughts make Toji fuck you harder.

“Daddy!” You whine out, lips all pouty, and he’s ended, fuck he’ll do anything for his little doll.

“That’s it doll, cum all down me, make me fucking messy, sloppy lil cunt can do it can’t she?” You nod eagerly, and Toji fucks you harder now, as you’re looking right into those eyes, as his hands now grip your ass, dragging you down so hard you scream, and he rocks you against him, until your orgasm runs through you.

Your entire body lights up after you cum all over him, sticky and hot down his toned stomach, his thick muscled thighs, as you’re clinging to that strong neck, screaming out. “Daddy! F-fuck!”

“Good girl.” He whispers in that gruff voice, pulling you down again on his cock, and you’re weakly laying against him now, spent already, every touch making you jerk and twitch, every stroke having you drool. “That’s it, fucked your brains out, huh lil Mama?”

His words make it worse, you just weakly nod, clinging to him then. “Want your cum in me, please, please.”

He groans louder now, kissing you deeply, fucking up into you as you lay so useless on him, you can’t move or do a goddamn thing but cry out loudly as he pummels into your pussy. She’s squeezing around him as his lips devour you, messy and hungry, spit dripping out of your mouths, tongues swirling at the tip, his hands gripping your ass so tight as he bucks up.

“She’s milking me, so slutty, already knocked up y’know.” He huffs, and you can’t even speak, not when he’s fucking you so good. “Ready for all this, can ya take it all for me, Ma?”

“I can, I can, promise. Please.” You beg so pathetic, and he smirks at it, making you glare. “Just cum in me, fuck.”

“Pathetic-”

“Do it.”

“Bratty-”

“Cum in me, fuck! Want it, want it.” He kisses you then, shutting the fuck up for a moment, before he’s pouring so much cum it’s ridiculous, more than you’ve felt, and Toji comes a lot. You’re so warm you cum again just from feeling all that hot white seed pouring, coating your cunt. “Oh my God.”

“Oh my… fuck!” He whispers with you, as he’s pumping slowly, and his cum is dripping down his length, along with your wetness, messy as fuck, drooling down Toji’s tight balls as they relax and contract, pumping more and more. “Fuck… pussy is so perfect all f’me.”

“Mmm… all for you. It’s all for you.” You mumble, as he eases out of you then, and you lean back weakly, looking at his cock, thick and veiny, covered in all the remnants of cum that slipped out. “Fuck that’s sexy.”

“You like all that mess you make?” He strokes your hair as you kiss down his chest, pussy clenching around nothing with the aftershocks of him. You nod then, hair falling along his skin, making hom brush it back, holding it like a pony tail now.

“You’re the messy one, Daddy. Look at all this.” You click your tongue, looking teasingly up at him now, your fingers sliding down his cock to his balls, fingering the sticky mess. He moans, hips arching, and you smile then up at him. “Should I clean you up Daddy?”

“Only if I get to clean you after.” You grin, nodding, then you slide your tongue down his length then, bracing yourself on the bed as you taste your sweetness and his saltiness, mixing so yummy on your tongue, watching him, his perfect body. His handsome face contorted in pleasure.

“Mmm, we do taste yummy, don’t we?” You whisper, and you’re holding his cock now, still hard, sucking it down your throat, as he jerks at the sensations. You lean down, licking the cum off his balls, cupping them, and he’s hissing at that, pulling at your hair now. “What?”

“Fucking sensitive, brat.” You giggle at that, earning his angry glare.

“Toji has no one sucked on these?”

“And have you!?”

“No! But you’re a hoe.”

“Well you’re the freakiest fuck I’ve had.” You giggle again, stroking his sticky cock, sucking it, cheeks hollowing. “Slutty lil girl.”

“Mmm.” You just moan against him as he’s pulling your hair so good, cupping your face with his other hand, watching his eight pack tense up, making every muscle more defined for your hungry eyes. You’re taking him all in, breathing through your nose, feeling his tip thicken, stretching in your throat.

“Fuck, doll… you’re so good at that, goddamn… f-fuck, stop that.” You’re lavishing his balls again, making him yank you up.

“You like it! Is nasty Toji afraid of something!?”

“It makes me wanna bust, stop it.” You suck on them again as you stroke his cock in little wet twists, his precum already pouring out of his tip, and his moans fill the room, along with the sounds of your sucking and licking. “You fuckin brat, get up here right now.”

You finally suck his cock again, licking the underside and watching that hunger on his face. “Is Daddy too sensitive?”

“Fuck you, brat.” You grin, licking his tip and sucking that white pearl of precum on that reddened tip, and he damn near whimpers, fascinating you, only for you to be flipped on your back.

“I was having fun, mean Daddy.” You glare, and he glares right back, kissing himself right off you, one elbow resting on the bed as he runs a finger along your lower lip.

“Who knew you’d be such an annoying, freaky lil slut?”

“Me!? You!”

He smirks then, kissing you, before shoving you up the bed, kissing down your breasts, sucking on your nipples again. Your hands cling to the blankets as he fingers the sticky mess you both have made, between puffy sore lips, you’re twitching just like he was as he kisses down your tummy now, grabbing your hips as he settles between your thighs.

“Gonna clean you up now, lil Mama. Yeah?” You nod eagerly, as he pushes your thighs even further apart.

“Please, clean me up. S-so messy- ah!” He’s lavishing your cunt with his hot, wet tongue then, slipping right up your slit, and he’s parting your folds, watching his cum ooze out of your little hole, moaning.

“Look at all this cum you took, just slipping outta this little cunt, mmm.” He’s moaning then, licking it right out of you, scooping all his cum out with his practiced tongue, and you’re screaming at how good it feels.

It damn near hurts, you’re so oversensitive, as you feel his teeth on your lips, his tongue in your hole, his straight nose bumping your clit. You’re clinging to his hair, shoving his face deeper, feeling his moans vibrate your sensitive pussy, as his big hands squeeze your thighs bruisingly, and you’re close again.

“Cumming, cumming!” You cry out, and he looks at you under thick black brows, his hair falling in front of his brows as he fucks you with that long tongue, relentless strokes, and you’re spasming around him now. “Ah!”

You scream as you cum so goddamn hard, hurting as your pussy is clenching around the invasion of his tongue, all while he keeps moaning, making you a goddamn mess. He pulls back, face soaked and sticky, lifting your ass up then, swiping his tongue along that little hole he’d fucked last night, still so sore you cry out, before sliding back up your cunt again, all the way to your clit.

“Sensitive!” You whine out now, earning his chuckle, and a shake of his head, as he flicks his tongue on your clit again.

“Now you can’t handle it, huh brat?” You pout all cute, he thinks, but he’s still gonna have to teach you a lesson.

You do love learning from him.

“Let’s try something.” You tense then, blinking, for Toji is freaky as hell and you never know what that mind’s up to. Then he angles two of his fingers in your cunt as he slides a thumb from his other hand in your ass, and you cry out at it.

“F-fuck, ow, shit! Ah!” You’re a mess now, as he smirks over you, and you’re trying to hold a glare as he works your holes so goddamn good, watching you shiver and twitch and jerk. You’re soaking him everywhere, as your cum and the last bits of his own are pouring down Toji’s fingers.

“Knew it, so slutty. Gotta be filled so much just to shut your mouth.” You yank on his hair then, pulling him down and he winces at the pull.

“Fuck you, Old man.” You whisper, biting his lip, and he scowls, shoving fingers deep everywhere, making you so full you can’t take it, it’s too much.

“Fuck me, huh? After I was so sweet with ya, you’re such a lil bitch. Maybe having my baby will calm you down.”

“Will not, fuck!” You’re cumming again, proving his point, but you love it, you love when you’re throbbing around him, when he sucks you off his fingers again. “Daddy… can’t cum anymore.”

“No, doll, you can.” He keeps fingering you, scissoring the two fingers your cunt sucks up, then pressing that thumb deep in your ass, until you’re cumming so hard you’re a mess again, and he then shoves your thighs up high, pressing them against your breasts.

“Mating press… I’m… pregnant, fucking…”

“Gotta do it while I can, doll, ya won’t bend like this soon.” Toji’s deep in your sore cunt, making you cry, and he’s leaning on the backs of your thighs, his weight so heavy as he cups your face. “How many loads can you take, Ma, huh?”

“One more. One more.”

“Good, good girl.” He’s fucking you so good you can’t take it, every stroke stinging your sore little hole, but you crave it, you love it, being smushed as he hits so deep. His balls slap on your hole, as his thrusts get brutal, as he leans up, angling his hips just so, and you’re screaming as another orgasm makes you weak. “Fucking you stupid.”

“Sh-shut up… old man… ah! Fuck you!”

“Fuck me, huh? Nah. Fuck you pretty lil doll.” He’s spread your thighs wider now, hand on your throat, and you eagerly cling to his arm as he’s hitting it so goddamn hard, as the bed is creaking, as the headboard smacks against the wooden wall. He moans as he squeezes you tighter. “Shut that mouth so easily.”

“Mmm…” Is all you manage to squeak out, as he rails your cunt so good, until he’s busting again, filling you more and more, as he releases you and you try to come to reality. Then he’s kissing you gently, holding you in his arms, and you cling to him, weak and boneless, so shaky. “Toji…”

“Too rough doll? We can’t go rough soon.”

“Oh stop, I’m good. We have a long way for that.” You brush back his sweaty hair as you both catch your breath, as he’s running his big hand up and down your body, making goosebumps rise everywhere. “I am scared, Toji.”

He eases out carefully, pulling you to lay on your side, holding you as you rest on his strong bicep, brushing your hair back in careful strokes. “I won’t fuck it up, I swear I won’t leave you, I won’t. I will do right by you.”

“No, not that. Oh god, no I know that.” He gulps, as you hear that pain again in his voice, you feel it.

“I can’t forgive myself for being a fucking idiot, but I am different now.”

“I know.” You kiss his chin, where that little cleft is, feeling his stubble tickle your soft lips. “I’m scared of… telling dad.”

“Shit.” He sighs then, as you both caress each other, a tangle of limbs in the quiet room. “Shit…. Fuck… shit.”

“Yes, eloquent man. Shit fuck shit.”

“Brat.”

You both snort then, as you snuggle to him, burying your head against the crook of his neck, pecking little kisses. “We have to tell him you know.”

“Tell my kid to remember who I was.”

“Oh stop!” You shove at him playfully, but his brows are drawn low, as he studies you. “What is it?”

“I don’t wanna ruin your life.”

“You won’t, you couldn’t. I’ll finish my school and then… you know what, a baby won’t stop journalism. Nope. She can sit on my lap as I work.”

He grins then, love so pure in his forest eyes, as they look everywhere on your face. “Yeah? A lil girl you think?”

You nod. “I do. A sweet little girl. You’ll be wrapped around her finger, you’ll spoil her won’t you?”

“Damn right I will, I’ll give her anything, and say ‘don’t tell mom’.” You both laugh at that, as your heart clenches. “Thank you for this.”

“For getting pregnant?”

“For giving me a chance I don’t deserve.” You kiss him again, shaking your head, as he’s gripping your body so tight you can barely breathe, clinging to you.

“You deserve it. You do.” You pull away, taking shaky breaths then. “It’s not what I planned, but you know… I think I couldn’t be happier. I will not clean your house though.”

“The fuck, why not!?”

“I’ll do dishes and laundry. That’s it.”

“That’s it? Then no pussy eating.”

“Hey!” He’s chuckling as you playfully smack at him, wrapping your thigh around his hips, kissing down your neck. “Fine I will also sweep and mop.”

“There we go, we’re already compromising.” He hums as he kisses down your collar bone, as you stroke his back gently. “I’ll cook half the time.”

“I’m good with that, I like to cook. Mmm… Toji…”

“Yeah, doll.”

“This is acting as if you’ll survive.” He sighs, resting his head on your chest, squeezing on your breasts like they’re his stress balls, making you smirk.

“I’m scared we also gotta tell Megumi you’re his step mom.” You gasp, shaking your head.

“What? We’re not married, old man.”

He glares up at you. “We will get married.”

You lean up then in shock. “What, old fashioned ass man!?”

“Imma beat your ass so hard.”

“Don’t I’m sore!” You pout, but he’s dead serious with his anger. “Shit… Toji you don’t wanna marry for real do you?”

“Of course I do, and will, you’re gonna have my kid, we gotta get married. I need you as my wife and baby mama.” You blink a bit, sucking in a breath.

“Is this some proposal!?”

“You keep ignoring my proposals.”

“Well they’re all shit. Ow!” He smacks the fuck out of your ass now, making you wince. “Sorry… they’re not that good.”

“I’m not good at this shit.” He nips your collar bone now, before looking at you a little more soft now. “Do you not wanna marry me?”

“I mean… of course I do, dumb man.”

“This mouth…”

“But like this is assuming you survive. You’ll have to ask my dad for my hand in marriage.” You say with a big grin, and Toji buries his face again, grimacing, as you laugh softly. “It’s like a video game, main quest.”

“Stupid brat, this isn’t some Zelda game.”

“It’s even harder.”

“Shut it.” He leans up on an elbow now, shaking his head as he plants a sloppy kiss on your lips, and you melt into it, heart fluttering with excitement. “Fine, if he gives me permission you’ll marry me, and soon. Before the baby comes.”

Your tummy clenches, as the stress of telling your dad looms, but it mixes with the thoughts of spending your life with him, in this cabin he lives in, that he’s built so much of. Being Toji’s little wife was never, ever in your plans, but something shoves that last shred of feminism far away, and you dream of that domestic bliss that you could have with your gruff old man.

“You really think he’ll do it?” You ask, and he sighs.

“Fuck no. I’m gonna get killed. But I’ll try, for you. Besides, he’s gonna be a grandpa you know.” Toji grins, and you gasp.

“You’re the worst! Oh fuck he’s gonna kill us both.” You slam your eyes shut, smacking your forehead. “My only hope is to plead with him, and maybe he’ll forgive us, and wanna spend time with the baby.”

“He won’t be mad at you. Just me.”

You sigh again. “When should we call?”

“Nah, doll, I’m a man. We’re gonna have to go face to face.”

Shit.

*****

The drive to your dad's place feels like it takes an eternity as you and Toji have made the trek a few days later. The doctor had confirmed you are indeed pregnant, about three months, which means Toji had indeed gotten you pregnant during Spring break, and though you both were so fucking happy, this was looming over you both, to actually tell Shiu.

 You don’t know if you can handle the disappointment he’ll have with you, though Toji says it will only be anger geared at him. But you don’t want your dad angry at him, you love Toji, and you hate having to choose one or the other. You wonder at what exactly you’ll say, you keep practicing as you both sit in the car in awkward silence, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

When you finally pull up, Toji squeezes your hand reassuringly. “Doll, it’ll be fine, I can take hits.” You snort at that, tensing then as you see the shadow of your dad walking across the kitchen window. Shit. "Ready?"

You take a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach. "As ready as I'll ever be."

With that, you get out of the car and walk up to the front door, hand in hand with Toji. His grip is firm, giving you the courage you need for what's about to come, but it’s terrifying, not knowing how he’ll take this. As you stand on the doorstep, you feel his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand, and you look up at him, before taking a deep breath and knocking on the door.

After the longest moment of your damn life, the door swings open, and there's your dad, Shiu Kong looking at you both with a mix of surprise and curiosity, before he sees Toji. His mouth is dropped open, as he glares between the both of you, and your joined hands, and his coffee cup he’d been holding crushes against his big hand, the pieces shattering to the floor.

“Dad… Dad calm down, I-”  The words are barely out of your mouth when he lunges at Toji, his fist flying through the air. Toji's eyes widen in shock, but he doesn't flinch, bracing himself for the impact as you desperately try to pull on him. “Dad, fucking stop! Don’t!”

Shiu looks at you sadly, shaking his head, before scowling at Toji. “What the fuck are you doing with her!? Are you trying to ruin her goddamn life? I’ll fucking kill you Toji if you touched her again.”

Toji sighs, muscles tense, waiting for your dad to wail on him at any given moment. “You wanna tell him, doll, or should I?”

“Don’t call her doll, fucking pervert! Tell me what!?” He looks at you then, and you take a shaky breath, putting a hand on your tummy, looking down.

Then it all connects, Shiu looks at your hand there, and his brown eyes widen in horror. “No, no… don’t tell me-”

“Dad, I’m pregnant.” You say then, and in a blink of an eye he lunges, before you can stop him, and punches your baby daddy/fiance!?... Toji. Right in the damn face, you don’t know how he stays standing. “Dad, stop!”

“You got her pregnant!? Toji Fushiguro, you’re fucking dead!”

Well… fuck.

Chapter 12

[ameliaenya404]

Scars

Contents: post-war. Hurt/comfort. Fluff. Very sappy.

Word count: 1.8k

Pairing: Hawks x reader

“I look…sick,” Keigo mumbled, looking in the bathroom mirror hanging over the sink. You were both getting ready for bed, and you almost choked on toothpaste as you brushed your teeth when he said that. You rinsed out your mouth and glanced into the same mirror he was staring into. You didn’t see what he saw, you knew that much.

Sure, suppose you looked hard enough his skin was paler, and dark circles under his eyes from a lack of sleep. In that case, his now often night terrors waking the both of you up at ungodly hours of the morning-, the red angry scar that ran down from the peak of his cheek to his neck and exploding across his back where his wings used to reside. Angel wings stained with blood that you used to love to run your fingers through so much now gone, leaving only red scar tissue behind on his once unblemished skin. And he had a problem with it all, you knew he did. But you didn’t; you didn’t take issue with a single thing about him.

“I think you look handsome,” You insist, kissing the scar on his cheek gently, your hand gently running up and down his bicep. “C’mon, we need to put your scar cream on and blow dry your hair. I don’t want you going to bed with wet hair, you might catch a cold.” You giggle softly but there’s no trace of amusement on his face causing your smile to falter.

You take his hand, pulling him back into the bedroom, the wide windows that encompassed most of the left wall gave a view of the expanse of the entire city below. Rain gently tapped against the glass and the moonlight made a soft light in the room. You sat him down on the edge of the bed and flicked on the lamp that was on the nightstand, warm light illuminating the room better so you could see what you were doing.

You gently pulled out the drawer of the nightstand and took out a tub of off-white cream that the hospital had sent you home with for his scars to ensure they healed the best they could. Of course, they’d never leave his skin, it was important to make sure they healed properly to lighten the color of them and prevent any possible infection and such.

You try to take his hand in yours, always working on the scars on his palms first and then his cheek along with the small scar on his forehead and working to his back which required the most care. But he pulls his hand away stubbornly, making you sigh.

“I don’t like the way it feels…it’s too thick, it never rubs into my skin fully and it’s uncomfortable.” He complains. You understood, you didn’t like when your scented lotions were too thick because it also seemed like they never actually rubbed in fully. But there’s a difference between wanting to put scented lotion on and needing to put a cream on for burn scars. He debated you every time. It was practically part of the routine. It was more concerning when he didn’t debate, that was when you had to check up on him to make sure he was doing okay.

“I know you don’t, but it needs to go on. Please, for me?” You plead softly, kissing his cheek softly. You watched as he thought it through before he huffed softly and turned his head from you with a soft whine.

“Fine…You can do it…” He pouts. It’s so cute but you don’t push your luck, you could shower him with affection in a little. In a way, this was affection you supposed. Take care of him like this, how he did with you before the war. You took care of each other, it was mutual. That’s what you do for people you love. You and Keigo have a special kind of love.

You slab the ointment on his open palm, rubbing it into the lines of his palm. If you could palm read you’d say something sappy about heart line or fate line. But you don’t, so you stay silent as you focus on gently massaging his palm. When you’re done you glance at him, his soft gaze focused on your hand in his and you brush your thumb against his knuckle and his eyes snap up to yours.

“Hey,” You smile softly.

“Hey, pretty,” Keigo whispers, moving in to kiss your neck but you stop him. Your palm is flat against his chest.

“Not yet, later. Let me finish first, baby.” You giggle softly. He was always quick to try and distract you before you got the scar on his cheek. Even if he had to play a little dirty by trying to distract you with sweet words and kisses.

He pouted, about to protest before you gave him a quick peck on his cheeks and quickly put some ointment on his cheek before he could stop you. You can see the instant look of irk on his face. But you make fast work of gently rubbing it into his cheek and down to his neck. Moving behind him.

He was already shirtless from the shower you both took, only in his boxers which were old and worn barely hanging on by the seam. Maybe it was a thing with just Keigo, or maybe all men, But he clung to boxers and socks until they were nothing more than a string. You had to harass him to toss them and then drag him shopping to pick up new pairs.

It didn’t make it any more dignifiable that said boxers were quite literally his own merch, a limited edition thing his PR did. The same design as his belt on the waistband of them. If you had any say it was a little tacky but whatever made him happy, and people loved them. No more of that. Which saddened you. No more fun brand deals and such. But at least he still had his modeling gigs, now as the president of the commission. Which meant he wore more suits in them, focused on being more professional and sexy and not just ‘hot blonde playboy-esque’.

You weren’t complaining.

You took a moment to appreciate the expanse of his back. The muscles. His shoulder blades. You knew he was self-conscious of the scar tissue from the burns he got when his wings burned off which are now completely gone. But you didn’t mind. You missed his wings sometimes, of course, you both did.

How they’d protectively wrap around you whenever he got a little jealous. How they used to puff up whenever you’d kiss him or do something he deemed cute. His wings were a core part of him, his personality almost. An extension of his body language. And they were gone now. But that didn’t mean you stopped loving him.

You make fast work on massaging the cream onto his back scars, going quickly to avoid making him uncomfortable for too long.

When you finish you gently trace your finger down his spine and giggle when his posture straightens out. Leaning over to kiss his cheek and getting up to grab a towel from the bathroom. You drape the towel over his head, drying his hair with it. You gently comb your hands through his damp hair for a little while, sitting in silence as you play with his hair before you suck in a breath and pull out the blow dryer from under the bed. Plugging it in and taking your time until his blonde hair is poofy and fluffed up before you straighten it out with your fingers so it’s not as messy.

“All done,” You hum, flicking the dryer off putting it back in its box, and sliding it under the bed again.

“Thank you…c’mere.”

You knew what he wanted.

When he still had those bird avian instincts that accompanied his quirk, he’d always preen you. Sometimes when he was bored or if you had come home in a rough state. It was soothing for him, and you alike. Even now that those instinctual feelings left him, it was his way of having a semblance of normalcy even now.

You found purchase on his lap, and he went to work. His hands straightened out your hair and messed with your shirt until it sat evenly on your shoulders and he was satisfied.

You yelped softly when he pulled you up further onto the bed, pulling the covers up over your body and holding your back against his chest.

“I wanna see you,” You whine softly in protest, hearing him sigh as his arm leaves its tight hold on your waist and you turn over to look at him face to face. You lean far over him to flick off the lamp and then lay back down, the only light filtering through the window casting a light blue hue across his face from the moonlight.

He was so pretty.

You wondered what was going on in his head sometimes. You only knew what he told you, or what you could infer from how he acted.

“We should get married…” He whispered.

You stayed silent in thought for a moment before snuggling closer to him.

“Why now?” You ask.

“Why not now? We have peace…or at least we’re in the process of rebuilding it…I finally have some time on my hands. I want to slow down a little. With you. Maybe make a little family, a couple of chicks running around. But that’s an…entirely different conversation for another night.”

Your cheeks flush at the mention of children, not like it’s scandalous or anything but still. You lay in thought for a few seconds. Thinking it through. He has a point; you can both go slow now. Finally. After being the fastest man he can finally take a breath. So it makes sense he’s becoming a bit more family-oriented. And you guessed after everything he’s been through, his multiple near-death experiences. No wonder he wanted to marry you. You’d been together long enough.

“Okay…but just…propose to me properly, yeah?” You smile softly when he chuckles and nods. His hand comes to gently pet your hair.

“Yeah, I will…It’ll be kind of a surprise…I’ll find a way to make it a surprise, which will be hard since I already spoiled it but still…I’ll make it feel special. I’ll make you feel special because you are.”

“I look forward to it,” You giggle softly when he begins to pepper kisses all over your face before his lips lock with yours for a few seconds before he pulls back, tugging you close against him like you’re a stuffed animal or toy.

“Get some rest, baby. You have a long day of work tomorrow.” You whisper softly, hearing him yawn softly before he hums in agreement.

“Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you.”

“I love you too,”

[buubblegum]

the possibilities of a new beginning

pairing; five hagreeves x fem!reader (replacing dolores btw sorry)

summary; that was a shitshow of a final season. im going to fix that and you're coming with me! many references to earlier seasons!

the feeling of boiling skin overlapping his own was haunting, making his brain toss and turn like a sleepless man.

‘it's to save the world’ the thought kept repeating in his mind, ‘we must cease to exist’. closing his eyes, five was ready to embrace death, to fix the world that had been doomed to fail the moment the marigold entered their mother's wombs.

‘this isn't fair.’

beep beep beep beep. went the digital alarm clock, screaming at the sleeping man to arise for the morning. five jolted up. frantically looking around in hopes of finding his siblings.

instead, walls of creamy white, a brown dresser, comfy bed, carpeted floors — an average bedroom... where was he...?

he stared off into space for a moment, recollecting his thoughts, before he heard the whir of an electric toothbrush. “who's there?”

“ah! sleepin' beauty woke up!” a voice called back, like an echo. a familiar yet, also unfamiliar voice coming from the other room. “you've slept in, we're going to be late if you don't start moving.”

five furrowed his brows, before he looked down at his hands. they weren't scarred like they used to be, they were... oddly normal. and his umbrella tattoo — wait, what umbrella tattoo?

footsteps approached the bedroom, a woman with a white towel wrapped around her body, and another wrapping her hair up to dry. “you okay there, five?”

the electric toothbrush whirred, a bit of toothpaste stuck to the side of the lady's mouth, as she gripped the towel to keep it from falling.

five snapped out of it once the whir glitched for a second then continued. “what day is it?”

“8th of August, 2024.” she replied, knitting her brows together in concern. “did you have a bad dream?”

a dream? was it a dream? was it reality? did we fix it? is this heaven? a domestic life with the woman, who strangely looked like a mannequin he swore he saw in a shop once?

“five?” the lady snapped her finger's, attempting to get his attention. five whipped his head up to look at the woman.

“[___]?” he said, saying her name, but almost questioning. like he forgot who she was. she laughed.

“yes, [___] hargreeves, your lawfully wedded wife and love of your life.” she teased back, smiling at five when she moved over to the dresser, pulling out clothes.

their wedding... as if memories of a whole life were coming back to him, he remembers. their wedding day, how beautiful she looked in her dress.

he remembers luther and his wife, sloane, there as well.

raymond almost spilling his wine on allison's dress, which made her laugh.

klaus and his lover, dave, keeping claire and the other kids occupied while diego and lila mingled off somewhere else — just to get a breather away from the kids.

five also remembers ben, showing off his new partner, jennifer, at the wedding like she was the greatest thing in the world. while jennifer just laughed and smiled sweetly.

“how... long have we been married now?” he asks.

“2 years.” [___] says, humming herself a time as she picked out a shirt to go with her jeans. “which jeans, black or blue... oh! speakin' of jeans. the neighbours dropped off your mail this morning, mailman got mixed up.”

jeans? neighbours? — “who?”

“the neighbours? jeanette and gene? jean and gene?” [___] said back, trying to jog his memory. “your memory isn't the best today, love.”

ah! his neighbours, of course. “tell them i said thank you.” five replied, shifting hsi legs and attempting to get out of bed.

once his bare heels hit the carpet, memories came racing back to him.

raymond and allison's wedding, claire's first birthday, luther and sloane getting together, lila and diego announcing their pregnancy, opening up a diner, where ben met jennifer — meeting [___]... in the department store, setting up the mannequins in their dresses...

what was he thinking about earlier? umbrella? did he need a new one? huh? what was he thinking again?

it was like his mind was erased in just a millisecond. a lively spark in his eyes appeared. “what are we doing today?”

“grace's birthday. remember?”

grace, grace, grace. diego and lila's little girl. it was her birthday, yeah. five nodded, “yes, i do.”

“i got that coffee you like yesterday. it's on the counter, near the spice rack, also — can you make sure to grab gracie's present from the cupboard??” [___] asked before five could leave the room.

he looked over at his wife, realising this was his life. he had a good life. a life many versions of himself many people would kill to have. a domestic, and family oriented lifestyle.

the sides of five's mouth twitched up in a smile. ”of course.” he answered her, before he put on a pair of navy blue slippers and walked down the hall, checking out the decor.

cabinets and glass doors cupboards filled with souvenirs and memories. paintings and family pictures on the walls. a retro styled house phone painted in a sunset for the aesthetics.

something crunched under his feet as he walked along. looking down, he lifted up his foot. a domino mask. a fake one, it had the dc robin logo on the back, probably from on of his nieces or nephew's, they probably left it here by accident.

something about the mask made him pause. dragging his finger across the black edgings, and white eye covers. “hm...” he mused, before placing it on a shelf in hesitation and slight dazed confusion.

that mask reminded him of something he felt wasn't even real. but the thing is, he couldn't remember? maybe an alternate version of himself knew what this was about.

he smiled at the mask, and scoffed at the idea. multiple timelines? how silly.

On the twelfth hour of the eighth day of August 2024, absolutely nothing out of the ordinary occurred. You might say, it was just a normal day.

[luveline]

hi jadeee!!! :D i read the fic abt poly!marauders with depressed reader and i was wondering if you could do one with aaron? for example r having trouble getting out of bed or doing small tasks and her mental health getting bad again, i don’t know if its just me but i rarely find these kind of fics <3

hi gorgeous i hope this is ok! fem, 1k

“How are you feeling?” Aaron asks, patting his face dry with a towel. 

You rub sleep from your eyes, catching Aaron's eyes in the mirror over his broad shoulders. You offer him a tired sort of smile.

“Come here,” he says. 

You do as he says. Aaron's getting dressed for work, and it's miraculous to have you up and out of bed before him considering how depressed you've been lately. Your abdomen presses to his.

“What are you going to do today?” he asks, wetting a washcloth in the sink. He feels the temperature of the water for a few seconds. 

“Um…” You close your eyes in preparation. “I have to shower. And I want to… make you dinner. So I'll do that.” He brings the washcloth to your face and rubs at your skin gently, little rivers of warm water creeping down your face and neck. “Is my appointment today?” 

“No, sweetheart. It's not until Tuesday.” He cleans your nose, your sleep-crusted lashes. “Why not have a bath? That way you can sit. You could bring your laptop in here and watch a movie.” 

“That…” You run out of steam as he wipes the last stretch of your cheek gently. 

If you can't manage a shower today, Aaron will help when he comes home. He never makes it seem like an obstacle or an imposition to help you through these things, treating it like any other hour of time spent together. “Dinner would be nice. But make sure you set the timer if you use the oven. I'll worry.” 

“Yeah.” 

He passes you your toothbrush and toothpaste. You squeeze it out onto the bristles as he sets about neatening your hair for the day, fingertips gentle on the soft skin of your hairline. You force the toothbrush into your mouth and start out slowly. You feel a disconnect between you and your actions, his touch the only tether, and every brush takes effort you don't have. 

“I didn't say good morning,” he says apologetically, rubbing your shoulders with some loving roughness. “How did you sleep?” 

Sleep is a big blob you don't have words for. “Good morning,” you say through toothpaste, leaning your face into his arm. 

He kisses whatever bit of your face he can reach. “Good morning.” 

“Sorry if I'm dirty.” 

“You aren't honey, you're fine. We just need to keep on top of it.” 

He pulls away to let you finish your half job, offering you a floss pick that you take on automatic but can't force yourself to use. It stays in your hand all the way to the breakfast table, where you get served sliced fruits and toast with chocolate spread. It's the kind with lots of calories, to keep you going if you can't manage your own lunch. Aaron makes you lunch most of the time if you can't do it yourself and leaves it in a tupperware in the fridge, but actually getting up to reheat it is another thing. You usually do it if your stomach aches but not otherwise. Already, you're wanting to go back to bed. Another day of letting him down. 

He gives you your medication divider, sipping at his own mug of coffee. “Jack's coming back tonight. Are you excited?” 

“So excited,” you say honestly. “Did he have a good time at, uh, Mason's?” 

“I think so. They went to Pizza Hut buffet. He said we have to go for his birthday.” He smiles at you from over the lip of his mug, eyes all manner of tender. “He asked if you're still sleeping.” 

“Don't let him worry about me,” you say, half-pleading. 

“No, I won't. You know I won't. He's just noticed you're not feeling your best, but it's not a bad thing. He wants to tuck you in.” 

“He said that?” 

Aaron nods with a smile. “He misses you when he doesn't see you.” 

“I miss him… I'm sorry. About all of this. I really…” You look down at your hands. Toast crumbs cling to your fingers, little white ants that catch hold when you attempt to shake them off. You wipe them in your pants. “I promise I'm trying.” 

He rounds the table. Takes your face into his hand, but doesn't force your head up. “That's not in question,” he says in his dulcet tone. “We want you to feel as good as you can. It doesn't matter how long it takes.” 

“I just want to be better.” I just want this feeling to be over. 

He hums into himself, his big hand a warm, steady thing where it covers your cheek. He's so solid. 

“Listen,” he says, bending to meet your eye. “Today, I only want you to do three things. Do you think you can do that? If you can't, I won't be mad, but I want you to try.” 

“Okay.” 

“Firstly, what you said about dinner? That sounds nice. Being active is good for you.” He measures your reaction. You've schooled your features into a determined seriousness that makes him smile. “Alright. Secondly, you take that nice long bath.” 

Your seriousness falters. “Sorry.” 

“No, no, don't be. It's not like that, sweetheart, I just want you to stay healthy, and to feel good about yourself. That's why I need you to eat lunch too.” 

“Is that the third thing?” 

“No, the third thing is to give me a kiss because I'm about to be late for work.” 

You tip your head up and he kisses you sweetly as always. You let him fawn and fret for a few minutes before he really has to leave, and then it's your fault he's late, calling him back in for a last hug. To be fair to you, it's a hug you really, really need. 

“Call me if you need to,” he says, his cheek against your temple. “I'll come home. I promise.” 

[lemonlover1110]

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Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 4] Sayo's Insistence

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“Excuse me.” Sayo says, making you look up at her. You hold back on rolling your eyes, far too busy and tired to deal with anyone. You wait for her to speak, but she takes too long for your liking, so you end up asking,

“Can I help you?” You ask, trying your best to hide the annoyance in your voice but it still reflects. She luckily doesn’t notice it, or doesn’t care enough to address it. You don’t mean to be rude to her but so much is going on and you have no idea how to deal with it.

“I want to go out this weekend and get to know my husband’s friends a little more… Would you care to join us?” She offers, and you end up sighing before a fake smile appears on your lips. You end up shaking your head.

“I’m sorry, I’m quite busy on weekends. Your mother-in-law keeps me busy.” You answer, and you hope that’s enough to keep her off your back. But it isn’t. She still stands at your desk and she ponders your responses for a moment.

“I’ll talk to her.” She responds, and before you insist that she shouldn’t, that you’re not in the mood to go out. If you get a day off, you’ll spend time with your son, certainly not with Satoru and his wife. You know that you’ll get a message from Mrs. Gojo later, and she’ll give you the day off. 

“Mommy…” Ren taps your face to wake you up. His morning breath hits your nose. You scrunch your nose while your hand goes to cover his mouth as your eyes slowly open. You finally take your hand off his mouth when you sit up. You look at the clock that’s in the corner of your nightstand, and you’re definitely not late for anything. In fact, you don’t have to start getting ready yet. You have around three hours to go. 

“What’s up, baby?” You ask him, your hand going to his soft white hair and caressing it.

“I’m hungry.” He informs you as a yawn leaves your lips. It causes him to yawn as well and you chuckle. You stand up from the bed and begin to walk to the bathroom. He begins to follow, which is something that you quickly got used to. The moment Ren began to walk, he followed you everywhere which meant you no longer had any sort of privacy.

“Brush your teeth.” You tell him pointing at the little stool that’s in front of the sink, which was put there to help him reach the sink. The tip of his tongue sticks out as he remembers to follow every step of what you’ve taught him: wet the brush, apply some toothpaste, wet the brush again, then smile as he brushes his teeth.

When you’re done, you wash your hands and when you finish washing your hands, he’s done brushing his teeth. He steps off the stool and patiently waits for you, sitting on the bathroom floor as you brush your teeth and quickly wash your face. You dry your face with a towel and then walk out the door, not saying anything because Ren just follows behind.

“What do you want to eat, Ren?” You ask him as you walk to the kitchen. You have more than enough time to make a big breakfast, so you can give him whatever he asks for.

“Waffles… and yogurt.” He answers. So you’ll give him that for breakfast, along with some fruit. You open the fridge to grab a cup of yogurt for him, so he can eat it while you prepare the rest of his breakfast. You give him a strawberry yogurt with a blue plastic spoon while you begin to make the rest of his breakfast.

“Do you want to do something fun this weekend, honey? I’m off this weekend.” You inform your son, and he puts a finger to his chin, pouting his lips. He begins to brainstorm what he wants to do instead of eating his breakfast. While he thinks about it, you try to think of how you’ll deal with Mrs. Gojo, Satoru, and Sayo. Mrs. Gojo didn’t give you the weekend off out of her goodwill; you’re not sure if the woman knows of that word.

“Can we go to the park?” He asks and you hum in response. He smiles brightly before he realizes something… He doesn’t know when it’ll all happen. “When’s the weekend?”

“In three days, Ren.” You respond, and after hearing the answer, he continues eating his yogurt. As you make the waffle mix, you hear your phone ring from the bedroom. You look at the boy who puts his spoon and yogurt down to run to the bedroom and grab your phone for you. You chuckle at the amazing helper that the world gave you. The phone stops ringing, and you assume that he picked it up, and it’s confirmed when you hear,

“Hello?... Hi grammy!... Mommy’s in the kitchen… Yes.” And then he comes running out of the room, holding your phone, yelling, “Mommy, grammy is on the phone.!”

You take the phone from him and bring it up to your ear. You roll your eyes when you hear her voice. “I need you to pick up some dry cleaning as soon as possible. I’m giving you the weekend off so I need you to come early these next two days.”

“Alright, Mrs. Gojo. I’ll be there as soon as Ren’s nanny gets here.” You answer before hanging up on her. You’re sure you’ll get an earful from her for hanging up instead of waiting for her to do so, but you don’t care. You call Ren’s nanny and inform her of the change of plans, and of course she replies quickly because two days ago she showed up late to her job; she has to make sure it never happens again. She’ll be there in around twenty minutes. “Okay, baby, I’ll have to leave soon.”

“What about my waffle?” He asks.

“Of course I’ll make you your waffle, honey. I can’t leave you without your desired breakfast.”

You walked through the Gojo estate’s front door, a frown on your face since your breakfast was cut short by Mrs. Gojo. You hate to admit the fact that you put in a little more effort this morning dressing up: putting on a little more makeup, wearing cuter heels and putting on your cutest work outfit. 

After seeing Satoru and Sayo two days ago, you knew you wouldn’t bump into them again. You know Satoru is too much of a coward to go to your floor. Mrs. Gojo also had lessened your workload for her, and you completed everything during your lunch break, coming around at a time that you knew Satoru wouldn’t be around. But you’re certain that he’s here right now.

He’s probably in the backyard, eating breakfast with his mother and wife on the patio, just like when he was a kid. You remember always watching from a window as Satoru was forced each morning to eat breakfast with his mother and father– He always complained to you about it because he had to follow a bunch of dumb rules about eating properly.

You walk to the kitchen of the house, planning to leave the dry cleaning with one of the maids before leaving. You dressed up pretty just in case you saw Satoru, however, you don’t plan on interacting with him. And just as you’re about to hand the dress to someone, she says,

“Mrs. Gojo wants you to go to the backyard. She wants to talk to you.”

“Alright.” You shut your eyes for a moment before walking away. A sigh leaves your lips, and your nerves grow with each step you take. You try to think of what you’re going to say. You quickly spot them when you step outside, and you freeze. You squint as you look at their direction as you try to figure out if the extra person that sits with them is the same man that was Satoru’s best friend for years.

He yells your name and stands up to hug you when you get closer, and a small smile, one that you try to suppress, comes to your lips when you feel Suguru’s arms wrap around you. Suguru was always so sweet to you, and it’s nice to see him again after so many years; and his demeanor hasn’t changed either which you love. He asks, “How are you? I haven’t seen you in so long.”

“I’m good. How about you? Are you a doctor now?” You respond, and he nods in response. You stare at each other for a moment, looking at how time and age has changed you. Mrs. Gojo clears her throat a minute later.

“Suguru is finishing his residency soon. That’s what he told us.” Sayo speaks up, and Suguru takes a seat again. “Please take a seat as well. I asked my mother-in-law to invite you.”

“I already had breakfast, sorry.” You lie. You’re hungry but you don’t want to sit down with them and eat. “I should get–”

“It’s way too early to go to the office.” Mrs. Gojo cuts you off. You glare at her for a short moment before your eyes fall on Suguru because you don’t want to look at anyone else. 

“You know what they say, Mrs. Gojo, the early bird gets the worm.” You respond. Sayo, Suguru and Mrs. Gojo stare at you while Satoru tries to look somewhere else. He makes it painfully obvious that something has happened between you two but thankfully his wife is so focused on other trivial matters to notice just how awkward he is.

“There’s no worm for you to catch here. Join us.” She says and it’s an order even though she tries to disguise it as a request. You have no option but to sit at the table. “Are you joining Satoru and his friends this weekend?”

“I’m busy.” You answer. The past couple of days you’ve realized that you somewhat have part of the upper hand. If Satoru finds out that his son was hidden per his mother’s request, he’ll definitely cut her off. However, you know you aren’t in full control. You still have to follow Mrs. Gojo’s orders, but you don’t have to act like you’re happy to do it. You can give her some attitude.

“Really? I gave you the weekend off.” She points out.

“Ren needs attention.” You respond, and Suguru’s eyebrows raise.

“Who’s Ren?” Suguru interrupts.

“A cat.” You answer, and Mrs. Gojo is thankful about the fact that you spoke up first because she was about to call him a dog. Suguru is still a bit confused but he ends up nodding.

“I’m not saying that you shouldn’t pay attention to your cat, but it’d be really fun if you’d join us.” Suguru says, and Sayo is quick to agree.

“I really want to see all of my husband’s childhood friends. I really want you to join us.” Sayo sounds so sweet, and she’s making it impossible for you to dislike her. “Isn’t that right, Satoru?”

“Right…” Satoru is forced to speak up and agree. He actually speaks more, which takes you by surprise, “We’re just going out to dinner and after we’re going to a club. You can join us only to eat… Of course, we’re paying for everything.”

The last sentence stings. He’s insinuating that you can’t afford it, and he probably isn’t wrong but you hate it.

“She’s going, honey. Don’t worry.” Mrs. Gojo puts on a fake smile, her hand wrapping around your arm and squeezing. You don’t understand why she insists, having you go out with Satoru and his wife increases the possibility of them finding out the truth.

You want to say a couple of things, but you know it won’t end well. You end up sighing, before you stand up from your seat, “I have to go now.”

“Why doesn’t she like you? Weren’t you two friends?” Sayo half-whispers when you walk away. Satoru ends up shrugging while Suguru chuckles after hearing the question. She sees Suguru laugh and she asks, “Do you know?”

“No idea.” Suguru responds. After a moment of incredible awkwardness, Satoru clears his throat.

“Let’s change the topic.”

[pedrospatch]

stay

Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x Reader

summary: You’re in Jackson with Joel and Ellie after Salt Lake City and the loss of somebody you failed to protect haunts you and leaves you wondering if the wound will ever heal—and how you’ll ever go on if it never does.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. JACKSON ERA. child death, reader takes the life of a child. (TW) implied panic attack, implied SI, reader has a moment where she contemplates taking her own life, NO ACTUAL ATTEMPT. angst, soft, caring Joel. no age specified for reader, no physical descriptions of reader.

word count: 3.7k

2024

Late Spring

Jackson, Wyoming

You’d woken up early that morning, right before sunrise.

Eyes fluttering open, you blinked furiously into the darkness of the bedroom. Your bedroom.

Your bedroom in an actual house. One that didn’t have crumbling, dusty walls.

One that was an actual, real place to call home.

As you tried to move, the strong arm around your waist tightened and held you firmly in place.

Turning your head, you saw Joel’s face just inches away from yours. He was still fast asleep, his bare chest slowly rising and falling with each and every peaceful, tranquil breath he inhaled and exhaled through slightly parted lips. He’d finally stopped mumbling in his sleep.

You’d been in Jackson with him and Ellie for just about a week or so now, and you still hadn’t quite gotten used to it—waking up in a soft, warm bed with his arms around you.

Maybe you would never get used to it.

Being careful not to wake Joel, you slipped out of his grasp and sat up. Swinging your legs over the side of your shared bed, you planted your two feet on the cold, hardwood floors and stood up, doing your best to move around without having to turn the lights on so as not to disturb his slumber. You quickly but quietly searched around, using both of your hands to feel for the thin, cotton white tank top and dark gray pajama bottoms that had been discarded, strewn somewhere across the master bedroom the previous night by none other than Joel Miller himself. He had gotten rid of them as he’d hovered over you, tossing them carelessly over his shoulder so that he could spend the next several hours learning every single part of your body, almost as if he’d been getting to know it for the very first time.

It took you a minute, but you’d finally found your clothes, tugging them on before padding your way into the bathroom where you flipped on the lights and began running the water in the sink to brush your teeth—hell, even having a clean toothbrush and real toothpaste were sweet little luxuries that were also taking some getting used to.

You finished washing your mouth and splashed a bit of cool water onto your face, drying it off with a hand towel before turning off the sink as well as the lights. Leaving yours and Joel’s bedroom, you made your way downstairs into the kitchen. Joel and Ellie were also early risers, and they would be up within the hour. Since you were up, you figured it would be nice to have a hot breakfast ready and waiting for them.

First thing was first, you started an instant pot of coffee for yourself and for Joel, although truth be told it was mostly for Joel, as the man refused to drink anything else in the mornings. As it brewed and the dark brown liquid dripped slowly into the glass pot, you moved over to the refrigerator and pulled open the door. The sight of a fridge stocked with real, proper food was almost like a fucking dream. You reached for the small basket of farm fresh chicken eggs that you’d picked up from the community’s market earlier that week when you and Ellie had gone food shopping. You set it down on the counter and looked through the wooden cabinets, grabbing a large, white porcelain bowl to scramble up the eggs in. You held it in your hands, an odd feeling washing over you.

Oh yes, this would all certainly taking some getting used to, all of it of it would take some getting used to—having shelter, running water, food and clean clothes. Not spending every goddamn fucking day fighting just to survive.

You glanced down at the bowl you gripped in your two hands, and felt your heart squeeze painfully inside of your chest.

Any normal person would have been relieved to be in this safe haven. Happy, even.

But not you, because all that you could think about was Lily, and how she wasn’t here.

2023

Early Fall

Midwest United States

The bite mark was on her shoulder.

It was still fresh, but the clock was already ticking like a time bomb.

You knew that. She knew that.

Everyone in that fucking basement knew that.

“Please,” Lily begged you, clutching fistfuls of your jacket. “Please.”

“No,” You choked out, feeling like someone had just punched you in the gut, knocking all the wind out out of your lungs. You turned back and looked over your shoulder at Joel, who stood there with his jaw clenched tightly, his dark brown eyes fixed on the dirty floor. Beside him, Ellie was wringing her hands together, fighting back her tears. You turned back to Lily, somehow finding your voice again. “No. I can’t do it. I won’t fucking do it.”

You blamed yourself for this.

The house the four of you had chosen to occupy for the night hadn’t been completely cleared out. You should have known better than to even think about cutting corners, you should have checked every goddamn room from the ground up, twice. If you had been more thorough, you would have realized that there had been a clicker down in the basement, silent and still, that is until Ellie and Lily had gone off exploring the entire house in such of possible supplies and garnered its attention, riling it up. It had gone after the girls while you and Joel were upstairs, and although Ellie had managed to shoot it dead in seconds, the damage had been done—the clicker managed to sink its teeth into your twelve year old sister, infecting her.

“Please, please don’t let me turn into one of those things,” Lily sank down, falling onto her knees in front of you. Letting go of your jacket, she clasped her hands together in a pleading motion. “Please! I don’t want to turn, not like mom and dad did. Not like Sam did. I need you to end it here, right now before it’s too late.”

“No!” You bit out the word once again through gritted teeth, white hot tears burning your eyes. “I won’t do that.”

Joel stood there, not knowing what to say or what to do.

Hell, there was really nothing he could say or do, was there?

Lily was infected—it was already a fucking death sentence.

And while he understood that she wanted to go out her way, he also understood that you couldn’t even fathom having to do the unthinkable. That you couldn’t even think about putting a bullet in your kid sister.

“I don’t have the guts to do it myself,” Lily said, her voice trembling. “I barely know how to use a gun. Please, you have to do it for me.”

You stared at her desperate face, the first of every single fucking tear that you would ever cry for the rest of your life finally slipping out of the corner of your eye and trickling its way down your cheek.

It was what Lily truly wanted, but how could you take her life?

The child that you’d raised yourself for the last ten years. Life could be so fucking cruel in a world like this one, but this, this was something else.

Still, what other choice was there?

It was either end it now, or abandon her in this old, crumbling house, leaving her all by herself to lose her mind.

Lily didn’t want that, and if her one final wish was to die on her terms, then you had no other choice but to fucking grant it for her. It didn’t matter how hard it was going to break you.

She didn’t have another option, and neither did you.

“Okay.” The agreement finally left your lips shakily. Your heart slammed hard against your chest wall, and your entire body had gone ice cold. “Okay.”

“No!” Ellie screamed, shoving you out of the way so roughly that she almost knocked you over. She grabbed Lily and hoisted her to her feet, wrapping her arms around her. Ellie held Lily protectively against her side, eyeing the spot where she knew you kept your gun tucked in the waistband of your jeans. “No, please, there has to be something we can fucking do!” She thought back to Sam and how what she’d done with her blood and his bite wound hadn’t worked to save his life. She held Lily tighter, knowing nothing else could be done and that her name would only be added to the growing list of people that she’d lost.

“Ellie,” Joel said her name softly, the softest that anyone had heard him say it since she’d come into your lives.

Her brown eyes met his and a tear escaped her.

“Fuck,” she whispered, devastated.

“It’s okay, Ellie. It’ll be okay.” Lily placed a hand on her arm. As she did so, everyone caught a glimpse of the way it’d twitched. “I don’t have much time left,” she said, nudging Ellie. She turned to face her, and offered her an encouraging smile. “Keep on going, okay? Do it for Tess. Do it for Sam. Do it for me. Do it for the whole world. Promise me that you’re gonna make it to the Fireflies. Promise me that you’re gonna make it to the very end. Please.”

“I promise I’ll make it to the end,” Ellie whispered, pulling her into her arms one last time.

Joel looked at you as you took out your pistol with a trembling hand.

“M’so sorry,” he whispered, gently touching your shoulder. He then turned to Ellie and beckoned for her with his hand. As much as Joel didn’t want to leave you to do this alone, he knew he had to get Ellie out of there and out of the house. “C’mon.”

Helpless, Ellie meekly nodded her head without protest.

“Joel, be sure to cover her ears,” You instructed him quietly. “Even outside she might still be able to hear it.”

Joel gave a small, tight nod of his head. He walked over and gingerly touched Lily’s cheek in his silent goodbye to her before taking Ellie’s arm. “Let’s go,” he murmured, pulling her over towards the stairs. A few seconds later, the two of them were gone and the door of the basement shut closed with a loud, aggressive slam that you knew had to have come from Ellie.

Swallowing harshly, you went up to Lily. Taking her into your arms, you pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. It felt abnormally warm, a sure fire sign that the infection was running rampant inside of her—that she was running out of time.

“I’m sorry ,” Your voice broke in the middle of your apology. You held her close, your hand cradling the back of her head as she nuzzled her face into your neck, inhaling your scent deeply for the very last time. “I’m so sorry that I couldn’t keep you safe and sound like I promised I would.”

“Look at it this way.” Lily’s arms tightened around your waist. “Nothing or no one will ever be able to hurt me ever again. I’m gonna be safe up there in heaven with mom and dad and the three of us are gonna be watching over you. And Ellie and Joel, too.”

It was unbelievable. Here she was, fucking twelve years old and about to die, and she was trying to comfort you.

You held her even closer, nearly smothering her as the two of you began to cry in each other’s arms.

After a few minutes, Lily pulled away from you.

Her twitches were becoming more frequent with each second that ticked by.

“Please, let’s just do this before it’s too late,” she said, dabbing at her eyes with the back of her jerking hand.

You rigidly nodded your head, your legs feeling like jello as you took several steps backwards, leaving about six feet of distance between the both of you.

You lifted your arm, aiming the barrel of the gun at your little sister.

“I love you,” Lily offered you a feeble, watery smile.

“I love you too,” You whispered back to her before your finger finally pulled the trigger.

You closed your eyes, your heart sinking deeply as you tried to forget the way that she’d been gone before her body had even hit the cold, hard ground of that basement.

Instead, you tried to think of something else. But you just couldn’t.

Lily should have been here with you. With Joel, with Ellie. Her family.

Not dead, buried in a shallow grave somewhere in the middle of fucking nowhere.

She would have been so happy here in Jackson.

Safe.

She would have been safe.

“She’s gone,” You told yourself, willing the fact to get through your thick skull once and for all.

As the image of your sister’s sweet smile came into your mind again, something in you finally snapped, like a rubber band that had been pulled too tight for far too long.

“She’s gone!” Your scream tore itself from the back of your throat. “She’s gone! She’s fucking gone and she’s not coming back!”

Taking the bowl in your hands, you flung it across the kitchen with all your might, watching it as it hit the wall and shattered into pieces. You turned back towards the cabinet, both hands reaching for anything and everything you could get your hands on—plates, bowls, glasses. Once the cabinet had been emptied out, you went for all of the dishes and appliances on the counter, throwing and breaking everything in sight. When you’d finally run out of items to destroy, you sank down to your knees right onto a pile of broken glass. As you did so, you noticed one particularly large shard of glass with a pointed, jagged edge.

Picking it up, you grasped it so tightly in your trembling hand that you began to bleed as it sliced into your palm.

Was it even fucking worth it?

Being alive without her?

What was the fucking point?

The guilt of what happened to Lily would eat you alive for the rest of your life, especially here in Jackson, where you were living the very same life that you had wanted to provide for your sister for so many fucking years but never could.

Your eyes glazed over the sharp point of the glass, and then flickered to the thin, delicate flesh of the lower portion of your forearm—a gun would be so much quicker, less messy. It would be painless, and a hell of a lot better than nicking a vein and letting yourself bleed out on the kitchen floor.

But if the opportunity presented itself, why not take it regardless of the method?

Still clutching the glass, images of Joel and Ellie suddenly flashed in your mind.

They were family.

Your family.

As much as you wanted to put an end to the pain, you knew with every fiber of your being that Lily would want you to stay. If not for yourself, then for them. Because that was the kind of girl she was.

So good, so sweet. Full of hope.

Everything had blurred and your mind was lost in such a thick haze that it took you a minute to realize that Joel was shouting your name—the sounds of your screaming, of glass and porcelain breaking, it had woken both him and Ellie and they had ran down the stairs in a panic.

Ellie gasped your name and started towards you, but Joel grabbed her and held her back when he realized she was barefoot. “Careful, the glass!”

“Joel, fucking do something!” Ellie demanded, her eyes widening in horror when she saw the glass in your hand and the way that you’d been looking at your wrist in something of a trance.

Joel hadn’t been wearing any shoes either, hell, he’d barely managed to tug a shirt on over his head and it was inside out, but he quickly and carefully made is his way over to you. He crouched down beside you and immediately took your arm, giving it a shake so you would drop the shard of glass.

His warm touch brought you back to earth.

“Joel?” You squeaked out his name, your heart pounding.

You felt tears prickling at your eyes, and you opened your mouth to let out a sob, but nothing came out. Your cries were lodged in the back of your throat and you felt stuck in your lungs. You suddenly felt like you couldn’t take a breath and started to hyperventilate.

“Hey, hey, hey. Breathe. Look at me,” he said. He palmed the side of your face and gently, but firmly forced you to meet his gaze. Your eyes were wide, pupils dilated. “Look at me, I’m here. We’re both here, me and Ellie. We’re right here. Breathe for me darlin,’ just breathe.”

You frantically nodded, as if to tell him, I’m trying.

It took a minute or two until finally, your gasps for air slowed down.

When they finally did, you began sobbing uncontrollably.

“Oh baby. C’mere,” Joel murmured. He pulled you up to your feet and moved you to a spot that wasn’t covered in broken dishware. He held you against his chest, stroking your hair.

Ellie joined in, and they both just held you in silence until your wails of agony subsided several minutes later.

“I’m sorry,” You apologized through little hiccups. “I’m so sorry—”

“Don’t fucking be sorry,” Ellie immediately stopped you, her hand rubbing at your back. She pulled back and looked at the blood stain on Joel’s light gray t-shirt. “Oh shit, Joel. Her hand, look at her hand.”

Joel looked down, alarmed, but he remained calm. “Ellie, go upstairs into our bathroom. There’s a first aid kid under the sink.”

She nodded and whirled around, bolting out of the kitchen.

In the blink of an eye, she’d returned with a small white tin box with a red cross etched onto the lid. She handed it to him. “Here.”

Taking it in one hand, Joel used his other hand to guide you over to the kitchen table. He sat you down and then pulled a chair out for himself, taking a seat across from you.

“She going to be okay?” Ellie asked, worriedly.

“Doesn’t look too deep, at least not deep enough to need stitches. It should be okay,” Joel stated as he opened up the first aid kit. “Ellie, mind if I have a minute alone with her?” He saw her open her mouth to protest and gave her a look. “Please.”

She huffed, but nodded. She touched your shoulder lightly and left the room, though both you and Joel were positive she’d stick around out in the hallway to eavesdrop.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered hoarsely, breaking a silence that had fallen over the two of you. “I’ll clean this mess up—”

“You think that’s what I’m worried about?” Joel asked, placing your hand in his lap as he poured hydrogen peroxide onto a wad of cotton. He picked it up and gingerly started cleaning your wound. He sighed, shaking his head. “Funny thing is, I knew you’d snap sooner or later. But truth be told, darlin’ I didn’t think this would be the way you’d let it all out.”

You stared at him. “What do you mean you knew I’d snap?”

Joel looked up from your cut, his gaze meeting yours. “I know you like I know the back of my own fuckin’ hand,” he reminded you. “And I know what you’ve been carryin’ around after what happened with Lily. That feelin’ you’ve been bottlin’ up for months now. I know what it’s like to carry that kinda burden on your shoulders. It’s heavy, and at some point, you ain’t got no choice but to put it down.” He paused. “Only, I was hopin’ you would do so by talkin’ to me, not destroyin’ the kitchen of this house.”

“I don’t know what happened,” You admitted, softly. “One minute I was down here getting ready to make us all breakfast, and the next, I just fucking lost it.” You chewed anxiously on your bottom lip. “I just kept thinking about how Lily should be here with us. And how she would be, if I hadn’t failed her.”

Joel frowned. “You didn’t—”

“I fucking did, Joel. I failed at protecting my sister. I failed at keeping her safe, alive.”

Letting out another sigh, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against your forehead. He spoke, his lips ghosting over your skin. “Baby, you can’t keep blamin’ yourself for somethin’ that was out of your control.”

“But it was in my control, Joel. I should have checked every goddamn crevice of that fucking house, because if I had, Lily would still be alive. She would be here in Jackson with us, living the life that she always deserved to live.”

Joel leaned his forehead against yours. “Look, I know that nothin’ I say is goin’ to make it better. Nothin’ I say is goin’ to bring her back and m’sorry,” he said. “But you need to know that it wasn’t your fault. You did the best you could. I know that her bein’ gone hurts. Trust me I know that feelin’ all too well.”

Another tear slipped down the side of your face and he reached up, lightly brushing it away with his thumb.

Of course he knew the feeling.

The scar on his temple was a testament of how well he knew that feeling, of how he knew exactly what it felt like to want to end it all after losing someone so precious.

Only, he had actually tried to end it all.

Joel’s voice broke into your thoughts. “I need you to know that you’re not alone, baby. You ain’t gotta carry your grief alone. You’ve got Ellie, and you sure as hell got me. We’re both here to help you through anythin’ that you need, alright? We’ve got you—I’ve got you.”

“I know you do.” Your voice broke once more and you swallowed back another sob.

Joel brushed his lips against yours. Sitting back into his chair he lifted your hand and inspected it thoroughly. “Don’t think there’s any glass in it,” he observed. He started bandaging your hand with a roll of gauze from the first aid kit.

“Thank you, Joel,” You murmured as soon as he had finished patching you up. “And I’m sorry. Not about the mess, but about what I thought about doing.”

Joel reached out, cradling the side of your face. His thumb grazed the soft skin of your cheek. “I need you to stay, baby,” he whispered, his own voice thickening with emotion. “Me and Ellie, we both need you to stay. You understand me?”

You placed your hand on top of his, nodding as your eyes met his once more.

“I’ll stay,” You promised him.

[clove-oral-care]

[swifty-fox]

from the kiss asks, can you do [rough] with the ship of your choice :)

sorry this is really horny

"It still fits."

John looks up from where he'd been smoothing his hands over the lapels of his pink and greens, medals clinking faintly.

Languishing against the doorframe to their bedroom in a flattering combination of pressed slacks and slightly rumpled undershirt, Gale smiles faintly. Methodically taking apart an orange, his eyes roamed over John's frame. Ungelled hair flopped over his forehead, making him look younger than his thirty years.

John pivots back to the mirror, "Ah, nearly," he stretches his arms forward to show how the seams stretched at the shoulder, broader now at thrity-three than they'd been the last time he'd had to don the uniform.

"Hmm," Gale agrees, his once-over obvious in the mirror reflection, "Just don't flex."

Gale's jokes were always rare unexpected things, so quick you could almost miss them if you didn't hang onto every word the way John did, quietly sandwiched between dry tone and a normally serious attitude. It startles a laugh from John, who winces and presses a hand to where his jacket constricts over his chest in protest.

Still fit, still able to keep up with standard PT, just not war-time lean and twenty seven years old.

"Maybe I need to get it tailored," he admits.

Gale pops the final wedge in his mouth and steps forward, smelling of citrus and toothpaste. His hands smooth over John's chest, half appreciative groping and half smoothing invisible wrinkles, popping the button of his jacket.

"Maybe."

Stroking a thumb across the beauty marks on his lovers cheek, John grins toothily, "I bet yours fits just as perfect as the first day you put it on, you trim bastard."

"Well, maybe if you stopped drinking-"

"Ohh, have you pressed my shirt and prepared the roast for dinner too darling?" John croons, hooking Gale in by the waist of his slacks.

Fingers delving inside John's jacket to tug right back against his waist , Gale grins right back at him despite the flush rising to his cheeks, "I don't know, did you buy me a good present this year?"

"Mhm, diamonds and pearls and the prettiest of skirts for my best girl."

He's nosing along the ridge of Gale's neck, searching for the most prime spot to sink his teeth in when he hears the sharp intake of breath.

They both pause and John smiles against Gale's tanned skin, dragging his tongue across his preferred spot and ending it with a sucking kiss. Hard cock presses against John's hipbones as he tugs Gale flush, letting the width of his body cage the slighter man.

"You wanna hear what else I'll give you?"

Gale snorts, long fingers undoing the line of buttons on John's shirt with practice. "Sure," he says dryly, getting the shirt open and knotting fingers in John's chest hair until the other man groans softly, "Let's hear what you're gonna give me."

Their room is small, especially for two full grown men with a whole life together, and it spins around Gale as John rotates them rapidly, pressing him down on his elbows over the foot of the bed. The footboard bites into his stomach almost uncomfortable and Gale grunts as John drapes himself over his back.

Languid kisses trail along the exposed nape of Gale's neck, a touch too wet in a way that made his cock twitch.

"I dunno," John muses as if they were deciding what to have for dinner. Large hands drag down Gale's ribs, settling on his waist to drag his ass back against the fat line of John's cock in a slow drag, "Maybe a few little ones to start."

A moan kicks out of Gale's chest, high and breathy. John catches his breath audibly and then chuckles right in the shell of Gale's ear.

"Definitely won't be able to fit into my uniform if you do that, Bucky." Gale grunts.

"That's okay, that's okay, sweetheart," John breathes, undoing the front of Gale's slacks before he even registers where his hands have gone, dragging the fabric down around Gale's knees, "We'll get you some pretty skirts instead. "

"Fucking hell, John," Gale whines.

"It'll be better that way, easier access for whenever I need."

They're both panting, Gale's fingers tangled in the duvet so hard his knuckles pop. His briefs are tugged down to join his slacks around his knees, vicing them together. Spit lands on the small of his back, sliding down between his cheeks encouraged by two broad fingers

"Look at you, already wet for me."

Gale sucks in another breath as another heavy glob of spit lands, John gathering it on his fingers and using it to press inside Gale sharply. He chokes at the sudden too-big-too-much intrusion, stinging and perfect.

"It's okay, darling, just gotta get you ready for me since you're so delicate," John hisses pointedly and despite himself Gale laughs.

A hand steadies Gale's hip, pressing him down into the mattress so the drooling wet head of his cock presses into his stomach, the footboard bruising his hips deliciously. It opens him up more for John's touch and he slips in a third finger with another layer of spit. He tries to spread his legs to ease some of the pressure but his slacks hold his legs tight. He settles for a wobbly moan, mouth falling open and panting hot and needy onto the sheets.

The sound of a belt buckle opening behind him, out of sight and too-loud kicks something ominous in Gale's belly that burns him twice as hot.

He grins, teeth bared and hungry, "What else? What else y'gonna give me John?"

John's grip tightens and he hisses. Fingers slip out of Gale, leaving him shivering and goose-bumped at the loss, and then there's the sound of John spitting once again. The sound makes Gale whine.

"Yeah, I got what you want, don't worry."

Despite his rough tone, John breaches him slow. Eases inside with a gentle care that gives Gale time to adjust to an intrusion he wasn't quite ready for.

He clutches at John's wrist braced by his head, hissing through his teeth. It's slow minutes until John hilts himself, groaning shamelessly. Then he does that thing Gale hates and loves in equal measure where he grinds his hips forward, as if he had a spare inch to share. It never failed to send vicious too-full pleasure through Gale's body.

Gale whines, setting his teeth to John's thumb to share his feeling back with the other man. Tries to bump his hips right back but John holds him in a restraining grip.

He tuts at him, "Now, you just lay back and let me do the work, doll, this is all you're needed for."

"John," Gale pants, reduced to his name and little else.

John spits again on the draw out, slides home with a wet squelch as moisture drips down Gale's thighs, drips over his balls and onto the bedsheets. It's easy to fall into the fantasy of it all. John the only man he'd ever give the left chair to.

He settles into John's thrusts, grips his wrist and the bedsheets and makes noises he'd flush to remember the next day. John loves it, panting and groaning above him and pulling his body back in the way he just liked, carving out the shape of him in Gale's body.

"Good fucking girl, Gale," John breathes.

Sharp belt presses into the meat of his ass with every thrust, the open wings of John's shirt and jacket brushing his power back. His own undershirt is tucked up around his waist, they're undressed only enough to get the business done. Every hit of John inside has Gale gasping, arching back to meet him at the prompting of John's hand on his hip. His cock drags through rough sheets dampened by his own arousal and he drops a hand to touch himself.

John tuts in displeasure, steals both Gale's wrists in his hand and pulls them above his head, drawing out the line of his body.

"Ass," Gale hisses, but most of his ire is ruined by the way he sobs at the hit of John's cockhead against his prostate.

John laughs, breathless and just as affected, bends down to bite over Gale's shoulder in admonishment, "Sorry darling, the men down at the club swear things tend to take better if you don't touch yourself."

"They, do do they?" Gale asks nastily.

A playful snarl against the nape of his neck, teeth latching onto the skin like a dog with its favorite toy before John soothes over the skin with soft tongue laps and rough stubble. Teases his thumb around the rim of Gale's hole, until his stomach is clenching and he's close to begging.

"I'll try anything to get you nice and bred for me."

"I should muzzle you."

A finger hooks in Gales open jaw, drawing his mouth down so John can spit on his tongue, twisting his hips just so. Gale swallows so the saliva isn't wasted on the sheets, comes so hard he loses hearing for several moments. John lets him ride it out until he's limp, gasping for breath and shivering.

And even though Gale is wrung out and exhausted and oversensitive, John flips him onto his back and presses back inside , bending over to kiss him roughly.

"Gonna make sure it sticks, Okay?" John says against his lips

[gamblersdoll]

Thankyou for answering my question!

This week is 2 years since my best friend was killed, grief sucks ass and not in the fun way.

I’d love to request a Katsuki x fem!reader who’s best friend passed away suddenly and how he helps them cope with it

Thanks DV! <3

first off, my condolences. angst turned to fluff

an: i hope this was satisfactory, added some things a bit.

two years since they died, and it still feels like yesterday since it all happened. the memories of the constant confusion, the fact they weren’t answering the phone, to getting the call that they had perished in the worse way possible.

you remember feeling your heart drop to the pit of your stomach, the other person on the line barely giving any answers, a reason, nor comfort to the sobs that you choked out and feeling the world starting to spin.

luckily, katsuki was there just ready to help. he knew what death felt like, experiencing it briefly himself when he was merely sixteen in a war he shouldn’t have been in. he held you until you couldnt cry anymore, only rubbing circles in your back and stay quiet, warming his palm and reach over in the mini fridge to grab you water.

but yet, it was two years ago when they had perished. and here were you, stuck in bed and have yet to get up. along the lines of nightmares, the days that led up to their death, the last phone call from them, all just to everyone not even answering your questions.. you hated how depression and grief got to you. especially just doing motor functions or basics of life.

your job had given you the week off, knowing how it was and they graciously believed in mental health. and you needed the week anyway..

yet, you still feel stuck, your mind still in and out of the black waves of your pain and emptiness that you felt without having them here. you couldnt be social after that, feeling like it would be wrong to have a new best friend or just have a associate. your head hurt, becoming dehydrated from the lack of water you consumed. and somehow though? even if you didnt drink anything, you had to pee. yet, you physically can’t move.

everything felt way too heavy to even get up, costing your skin to become dry and scaly, your bladder becoming full and kidneys starting to hurt from the back up. you started to lose some pounds due to everything.. and you felt like you were going crazy—

“bad day, huh?” katsuki enters, kicking off his boots and taking off his gauntlets. he struts over, a gloved hand wiping tears and hair from your face. “you eat yet?”

you shook your head no, him nodding and scooping you up.

“can tell youve been in bed all day, dragon breath.” he mumbles, hearing your distasteful groans and plopping you onto the porcelain seat. “youve gotta piss though, cant fuck up your kidneys.” he reminds, the water faucet running and he dobbles a dip of toothpaste on the bristles, pressing your lip up and drawing circles on your teeth with the toothbrush.

“you dont have to baby me, katsuki.” you mumble, him snapping his fingers and quietly telling you to stick your tongue out so he can use the tongue scraper on you. “this is embarrassing” you say with your mouth open.

“try again?” he asks, pulling the scrapper away.

“it’s embarrassing you have to do this..” you say, him flicking your forehead. “ow!”

“yer my gahdamn girl, ain’t nothin’ embarrassing about me takin’ care of you.” he says, pointing at the mouthwash cup next to you. “now swish. im going to go get dinner started and get some clothes for your bath.”

you sigh, nodding your head, no strength in fighting with him. you hear the bath faucet start up, the strong current of water flooding into the tub and watching the stream go in.

“arms up.” he says, pulling your shirt over your head and tying your hair up. your pants were already off, due to him forcing you to express your bladder. he scoops you up again, gently sitting you into the bath and turning the water off. “stay here, ill bring you everything.”

maybe about fifteen, twenty minutes had passed? you don’t remember, the concept of time was little to non existent right now. but you hear him come in with some pasta, had cajun in it. and luckily, just a shirt and shorts to keep you in.

“you didnt have to do all of this.” you say, rubbing your eyes from exhaustion and potential tears bubbling down your face. “i should be able to do all of these things, im a grown woman.”

he only sits and listens, him picking up a rag and gently scrubbing your back, neck and shoulders. “let me tell you something,”

your ears perk up, slowly lifting the fork and eating the portion of pasta.

“when izuku lost his quirk, i was like this too a bit.” he says, recalling the day that allmight and izuku told katsuki after everything they had went through, he had been back to quirkless. “it was like a piece of me had died, and it felt like i had nothing to rely on, or anything.”

“yet, the only things that really helped me were a goal, and the extras around me that were in my ear everyday.” he says, watching your face light up just a little bit, turning up to look at him. “the memories of izuku being quirkless didnt die, we just.. made him a suit that did everything he did.”

“their memories dont have to die either, all you just have to figure out or remember is what they always told you.” he squishes your cheeks together with his fingers, and he watches your nose scrunch. “i know they arent the same, definitely not, but im trying.”

“it.. it helps, since youre here feeding me and washing my ass.” you chuckled, him rolling his eyes and scoffing in a joking manner. “thank you, katsuki.”

“you want me to shave yer pits too?” he asks, water being splashed at him and he growls. “cut the shit, forest fire.”

“choke on my smoke.” you say, doing the great lord explosion god dynamights impression.

they always told you several different things, being along the lines of them loving you, about how close they were to you, or about their obsession with bumblebees.

bumblebees? like.. the transformer or the actual insect? no, definitely the insect.

and with the turn of your head, finishing up putting on your clothes and hearing katsuki go down the stairs with the bowls of the eaten pasta , you saw them.

the biggest bumblebee that they raved about.

[daaydreamy]

i want you all over me

summary: it’s sunday.

warnings: coarse language, smut, oral (f receiving)

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

•••

“Fuck, H, what time is it?”

Harry smiled a little, pressing a wet kiss to Y/N’s inner thigh. “Just a little past nine.” He replied before resuming what he had been previously doing, causing a soft moan to bubble from Y/N’s throat. Her hand immediately reached out to tangle into Harry’s still messy curls, her thighs tensing and squeezing around Harry’s head a bit. Her sleep-addled brain was still trying its best to wake itself up as her mind was already being clouded over with a mist of pleasure.

Harry’s eyes were open so he could watch and stare at her body. He took one of his hands off of her thigh and instead ran it up her side beneath the shirt she slept in, feeling her warm and soothing skin against his own. His other arm was wrapped around her thigh, keeping her pressed against his mouth so he could lick and kiss her most intimate parts. He could feel goosebumps rise from her skin from his touch and he was moaning softly from the sounds she was letting out.

“Couldn’t even wait until I was awake.” She laughed breathily and his lips quirked up into a small smile for a second, before he spread her legs a little wider for himself, licking into her more eagerly. He felt her grip on his hair tighten and she groaned softly, pushing herself against his tongue a little.

He wasn’t teasing or anything, just enjoying himself. He was giving her nothing but satisfaction and it was only the start of their day. His nose would bump against her softly ever so often and she would either gasp or whimper from the feeling. God, she looked like an angel sent from heaven, despite being so sinfully pretty. He couldn’t get enough of her, unable to tear his eyes away from her precious body that he never wanted to let go of.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come.” She moaned, “Just keep doing that, yeah.” She said softly, untangling her hand from his hair to place it on the back of his head instead, keeping him pressed against her. She was moving her hips a little, grinding herself against Harry’s tongue and he was moaning softly against her, because of what she was doing and how she tasted.

She let out gasps and moans as she unraveled herself onto Harry’s tongue, her other hand holding onto the sheets. The sounds she would let out would be so breathy and she would sometimes utter Harry’s name in between them. Both Harry’s arms were wrapped around her thighs as he licked up everything she was giving him as she rode out her orgasm until her movements ceased over time and she was like melted ice cream on the bed.

Harry was smiling now that he had pulled away from her, licking his lips before he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Y/N watched with a lazy smile on her face and she laughed softly as he moved up to her face, before leaning down to press his lips against hers. She placed a hand on the back of his neck as she kissed him back, giggling into the kiss with Harry.

•••

“Stop it.” Y/N mumbled around her toothbrush, bumping her hip against Harry’s since he did it to her first. He was smiling at her through the mirror in front of them, bumping her once more.

She bumped him again and before he could bump her back, she decided to wash all the toothpaste out of her mouth.

She smiled at Harry once she was done, wiping her mouth dry and giving him a kiss on the cheek with a small pinch on his bum before leaving the bathroom.

•••

“Could you grab the strawberries from the fridge and cut them up?” Y/N asked Harry as she poured some more pancake batter into the heated pan she was using. Her stomach was already grumbling from hunger as she watched the batter create bubbles and listened to it sizzle.

“Yes, ma’am.” Harry said, opening the fridge and grabbing the plastic container filled with strawberries they had bought recently. He took out the green bits and cut a few into halves, washing the stickiness off of his hands before wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist from behind. He watched over her shoulder as she transferred the last cooked pancake onto a plate, fighting against Y/N’s hands as she tried to push his arms off of her.

“You need to let me move, Harry.” She said in a sing-songy voice and Harry only buried his face into the crook of her neck.

She groaned softly and instead moved slowly with Harry attached to her back, grabbing the butter from the fridge. She cut up two squares from the stick and placed it on top of the pancakes before drizzling some sweet maple syrup over it all. Harry was still nuzzled into her neck, unable to pull himself away from her.

“Do you wanna eat or not?” Y/N chuckled softly, sucking the little bit of maple syrup that got on her thumb.

“Wanna eat you.” He mumbled, kissing the side of her neck.

“And you can do that later when I’m not starving.” She laughed and Harry smiled against her.

a/n: title is from the song morning sex by ralph castelli! thank you for reading, feedback is always appreciated!!! 🫂

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[ewwap]

Doting Yandere x Transmasc Reader

Y/n's tongue traced his teeth, rubbing the slimiest parts in disgust. How long ago had Oliver kidnapped him? Y/n hadn't kept track, too focused on the fact he hadn't been able to brush his teeth this entire time. Y/n's eyes soullessly dragged from their firm position looking at the floor to Oliver's face, comforting, and in Y/n's mind, in complete contrast to the heinous actions he had committed. Oliver noticed Y/n looking at him and like a puppy, his face lit up.

"It's alright Y/n." He soothed, placing a hand on Y/n's shoulder--who had no will to flinch away anymore. "I'm taking care of you here. You don't need to worry about anything any longer."

Oliver smiled sympathetically as if he was not the one who created the situation Y/n was now in. Of course, he did, being so rich and coddled--Y/n was the first person to not act like a yes man and let Oliver get away with anything he wanted. God, Oliver had been waiting for someone like that. Someone who wouldn't suck up to him, someone real.

Something snapped in Y/n over the line of Oliver taking care of him. He grit his grimy teeth and glared.

"Taking care of me? Hah." Y/n scoffed. "For the entire time I've been held up in this manor of yours I have not been able to brush my teeth once! Do you want my teeth to rot? Hmm? Do you want my jaw to ache from cavities and my teeth to turn black?"

Y/n's hands balled into fists. However, there was not much else his hands could do--being restrained in expensive cuffs.

"Not only that--I haven't been able to wash my face! Do you know how oily my face gets when I don't take care of it? It disgusts me. You disgust me." Y/n turned his head away. "And you have the gall to say you're taking care of me."

If Y/n had looked at Oliver's face he would've seen an expression of pure guilt and utter defeat. Y/n felt two strong arms warp around him, one hand wrapped around his waist and the other patting his head. Y/n remained defiant in looking away.

"I'm sorry Y/n... I'll do better." Oliver buried his face in Y/n's neck, embarrassed at his incompetence.

How was he supposed to be everything Y/n needed if he was too drugged by Y/n's presence to remember to brush his teeth? No, he had to do better.

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Y/n sulked in his golden prison, looking out the window at the gardens that were so well maintained. He looked at the flowers, blooming with vibrance. At that moment, he felt like a wilting lily, drying up because its master had neglected to water it.

Oliver opened the door, making sure to close it and wait for the click as it automatically locked. He drunkenly took in the sight of Y/n, but his heartbeat flattened at Y/n's lack of a smile.

"Love... I've done some research. I've found the most luxurious products for your face type--I even found the perfect cleansings for your hair! Oh, and of course, the toothpaste, quality, of course." He paused. "Only the best for you, Angel."

Soon, Oliver had Y/n in the en suite bathroom, his love in a fluffy bathrobe on a stool.

'Say aaaahhh~" Oliver held out the toothbrush, wetted after applying the toothpaste per Y/n's preferences.

"I can brush my teeth myself." Y/n glared at the toothbrush, feeling babied.

"I'm not sure I can trust you out of the handcuffs yet, Angel." Oliver smiled sweetly "Remember what happened last time?"

Y/n practically growled.

"Fine." Y/n opened his mouth, allowing Oliver to brush his teeth.

Soon, Y/n found himself in a bath, bubbles and sweet-smelling oils in the warm water. He tried to remind himself it was fine, Oliver had seen him like this before. Still, Y/n felt uneasy. He knew Oliver would never hurt him, but one glance at Oliver's face reconfirmed he was restraining himself from doing something else.

Oliver tried to steady his breathing, god, Y/n was ethereal. Every feature so perfect. It took all of his strength to keep his blood in his brain. Of course, he had to wait. He would wait forever for Y/n.

He took special care in scrubbing Y/n down, tracing Y/n's skin as if it were the softest material on earth. Accidentally spending longer than he intended to wash Y/n's thighs.

He hummed as he massaged the shampoo into Y/n's scalp. Rinsing before applying conditioner and lathering it in Y/n's hair. Y/n's perfect beautiful hair that he would find himself running his hands through. Oliver brought out a facial scrub to put on Y/n, coincidentally caressing Y/n's face as he rubbed it in and washed it off.

Oliver brought a cream out and traced Y/n's top surgery scars, marveling at how a body could be so perfect. How even a scar--which he had been taught was an imperfection or a flaw--could be so beautiful.

Finally, Oliver scooped Y/n up before wrapping him in a warm fluffy towel. He placed Y/n down as if he weighed nothing and dried him off softly, taking extra care with Y/n's precious face and hair.

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Later, Y/n was dressed in soft comfortable clothes, a new pair of handcuffs linking his hands together. Oliver was snuggling with Y/n, clinging to him like a koala. He sighed dreamily, as always, Y/n was right. He took a deep breath, drinking Y/n in. He was so beautiful like this. He looked at Y/n's resting figure, slight unease on his face even in his sleep.

"Don't worry love. Nobody will hurt you here, I'll give you anything you want. The world is at your fingertips, all you need to do is ask." Oliver pressed a kiss onto Y/n's forehead. "My angel."

[pupkashi]

sunday love

sundays with gojo are slow and sweet

hi hi !! my first post-finals post is of course gojo fluff <3 much needed after the hell us college students endure for higher education ,, so proud of all of u for getting through the semester !!!!! plz enjoy :]

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masterlist

you’re the first to wake up, your eyes struggling to stay open as the sunlight peaks through the blinds. when they’re finally open, you’re flipping yourself over and looking at your lover.

his hair is everywhere, his snowy lashes are fanned across his rosy cheeks, he was holding you so close his body heat was keeping you warm enough for you to get rid of the blanket you usually share. his lips are slightly parted, the occasional small snore leaving his mouth. one of his arms is under your head, you’re resting on his bicep, the other is wrapped tightly around your waist, occasionally twitching and pulling you just a little closer.

you don’t wake him, instead you relish the small moment of peace and quiet in your life. the sound of the occasional car driving by, the wind causing the tree branches to scrape against your window a bit. the birds singing.

as best as you could you roll over, trying to wiggle a bit out of his grip, only for him to pull your back towards his chest, his head instinctively nuzzling into the crook of your neck. his hair tickles you a bit and your biting back a giggle as you reach for your phone.

12:37 p.m.

you set your phone down, a sigh leaving your lips as your eyes flutter closed again, scooting back and letting yourself melt into Gojo’s touch.

“you ‘wake?” his voice is raspy and deep, you smile as you turn to face him once more. “maybe, you gonna make me breakfast if i am?” he’s grinning at your words.

“I’ll think bout it if you give me a good morning kiss” you’re grinning as you lean in and press a chaste kiss to his cheek, squealing when he grabs you and easily pressed a kiss to your lips.

“toru! we haven’t even brush our teeth!” you protest, trying to pull away from him and smacking his chest. you knew it was helpless, if he really wanted to he could keep you exactly where he wanted to. but he always lets you win, pouting as he loosens his grip and let’s you wiggle away.

“you’re getting stronger sweets, that one actually hurt a little” he frowns, you only roll your eyes before sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling some fuzzy socks over your feet before standing up and stretching a bit.

gojo only rests his head in his hand, watching as his shirt rides up a bit, smiling when his boxers peek out from underneath.

“get up stinky, it’s almost 1” you tease, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “also you owe me breakfast” your lover only waves you off, falling onto his back and sighing dramatically.

you finish using the restroom as soon as gojo open the door, scooting behind you and pulling his pants down to use the toilet.

“what do you want from breakfast?” he asks as you wash your hands. you think for a little bit, smiling at him as he flushes and washes his hands next to you.

“blueberry pancakes please” you beam, his smiles at you, nodding his head before drying his hands and passing you the towel.

“you’re obsessed you know that?” you furrow your brows and scoff at him, placing the towel back and passing his toothbrush to him before grabbing your own and putting toothpaste on it, before putting some on your lovers.

“am not” you mumble, the two of you brushing your teeth in comfortable silence before bumping heads when you both lean to spit at the same time.

the two of you giggle, washing your faces and heading out to the living room. gojo heads for the kitchen, already grabbing the things he needed for your pancakes.

you’re quick to turn the tv on and put on the show you’ve been binge watching, settling into the couch and turning the volume up a bit. gojos watching you fro the kitchen, a smile on his face and he feels his heart grow a bit warmer when you gasp softly.

it’s twenty minutes later when he’s stacking your pancakes on the plate, an identical stack on a separate plate for himself. he places them on the dining table, going back to the kitchen and getting you a glass of water.

“breakfasts ready lovebug” he calls out, getting your attention as you pause your show, walking over the the dining table and sitting down.

“thank you for the food toru” you smile, the two of you digging in. there’s a moan leaving your lips as soon as you take the first bite.

“oh my god this is fucking amazing” you groan, already going in for a second bite, gojo only laughs loudly at your antics, thanking you for the compliment before going in for his second bite.

the two of you make some small talk as you eat, asking about each others week.

“no class tomorrow right?” he asks and you smile, shaking your head.

“nope! took my last final Friday afternoon” you grin and he smiles, “im so proud of you.”

“i don’t even know if i passed” you retort, his shakes his head, thanking you softly as you get up and take his plate to the sink for him.

“but you still finished the semester, and that’s an accomplishment in itself” he says, getting up and settling onto the couch, stretching and yawning as you finish washing the two plates.

“you know, you’re a pretty good teacher if you say things like that to the kids” you smile, walking to the couch and letting your lover grab your waist and pull you on top of him.

“itadori got me a ‘best teacher in the world’ mug so that checks out” he smiles, you can’t help but giggle, peppering kisses on his face.

the next time you check the time it was already nearly 7 pm, only grabbing your phone and moving from Gojo’s embrace to get some takeout for the two of you.

you don’t care the day has come and gone. the sun had said it’s goodbyes by the time you finish eating, laughing in the kitchen as satoru tries to help you with the brownies you’re baking, only to drop flour all over his new sweater.

the moon and the stars say hello through the slightly opened curtains as the action movie satoru had chosen flashes across the tv screen, both of you tangled in each others embrace, the plate of brownies long gone.

soon enough it’s time for bed again, but you don’t mind. satoru doesn’t either, in fact he’s grateful for days like these.

days where it’s just the two of you in your shared home, your love pouring into each other at any given moment, not a second spent apart.

[lovesodakid]

sworn to secrecy 2

chris x fem!reader

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summary: chris and y/n have known each other, pretty much their whole lives. y/n has always had a crush on chris. chris always viewed y/n as ‘nate’s little sister’ until one day, he realized, she wasn’t so little anymore…which nate sees..in which. he does not approve of whatsoever. (“brothers best friend trope”)

warnings: mentions of toxic household (fighting). but that should be it.

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by the time lunch arrives, im exhausted. i walk down the hall, clutching my lunch bag to my chest through the flood of kids.

once i finally get to the cafeteria, i see nick, matt, nate, and chris sitting at the same table we’ve been sitting at since my freshman year. it’s comforting to know that some things never change.

“hey guys.” i say to them as i take my normal seat in between nate and nick. matt and chris being across from us.

“hey! how’s your first day going?” nick asks me.

“it’s..going.” i say hesitantly.

“i mean what i said in the car earlier, junior year isn’t anything to stress too much over. let loose and have fun, you’re always keeping your nose in books.” he tells me. “maybe you should go to the back to school party this weekend.”

“the what?” i ask. a party? already?

“yeah some senior is throwing it. christian davis i think.” matt says with a mouth full fries.

“yeah kid, you need to listen up. get out some more and have some fun.” chris reaches over the table to jokingly shove my shoulder.

i shake my head with a small laugh and smile.

“no way, a party isn’t y/n’s scene.” nate says as he shakes his head ‘no’.

“oh come on nate. i’ll watch over her, she’ll be fine.” nick says happily as he wraps an arm around my shoulder, giving me a one sided hug.

“guys i don’t need a babysitter. im not a child.” i roll my eyes.

“whatever.” nate mumbles under his breath.

the thought of going to a house full of sweaty, drunk teenagers party, genuinely terrifies me. but nick is right. i have spent almost every day of my school life, focused on school. i’ve never dated anyone or done anything that didn’t involve school. of course i’ve had some fun in my life, but nothing too crazy. maybe this could be the year i experience a little more?

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it’s now been a couple hours since i left school. i stand in my shower, the warm water hitting my back, as the steam fogs up my bathroom. once i begin rubbing my shampoo in my hair, my mind retraces to the conversation at lunch. would going to this party be such a bad idea?

my thoughts are interrupted when i hear a door slamming from downstairs, freezing my body in fear for a second before i turn the water off and step out of the shower.

once im out and wrapped in a towel, i hear muffled voices yelling back and forth. i suck in a breath as i begin drying my body off and getting dressed.

when im done, i step out of the bathroom, to my surprise, nate is standing right in front of the bathroom door, giving me a sympathetic look.

“they’re arguing again. arent they?” i whisper to him.

he doesn’t say anything as he just hesitates to nod his head.

i bite my lip as i look to the side. “so what do you want me to do?” i ask him.

“i was thinking we could just go to the triplets and hang out for a bit, then i’ll come back later and see if things have cooled down and if it has, we can come back here tonight.” he explains to me as he crosses his arms.

“and what if it doesn’t cool down?” i question, mirroring his stance.

“just pack an overnight bag just incase.” he says as he walks away to his bedroom.

i let out a breath as i make my way to my bedroom. once im in there, i grab a separate bag to put things i’ll need in. clothes to sleep in, clothes for tomorrow, brush, makeup, deodorant, toothbrush and toothpaste, and other things.

almost as soon as im done, i grab both my school bag and overnight bag, i hear nate approaching my bedroom.

“hey you ready?” he says, almost sounding impatient.

i nod as i walk out of my room, closing my door.

“okay let’s go.” he says.

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my favorite thing about the triplets, is that every time mine and nate’s parents get into arguments, which usually results in us having to stay at their house. they don’t treat us any different. they don’t give us any ‘are you okay?’ or ‘do you wanna talk about?’ looks. they just treat as as if it’s any normal day or sleepover. which im extremely thankful for.

“so what are we watching?” matt asks as he sits on the couch next to me.

all of us sitting in the living room nate and chris on the floor in front of the couch. then im sitting in the middle of the couch, matt on my left, and nick on my right.

“what about something scary?” i suggest.

“no way.” nick says in almost a sarcastic laugh.

“oh come on! we never watch scary movies!” i whine as i lean further into the couch.

“and we don’t plan on it either.” matt says from beside me.

after 20 minutes of arguing back and forth, trying to pick a movie. we finally settle on watching ‘grown ups’.

a couple minutes into the movie, i feel a weight on my lower legs, so i look down. when i do, i see chris leaning his back fully onto my legs for support, which makes me a little nervous, causing my heart to race a little faster than anticipated. once i begin to realize that he probably just needed something to lean back on and didn’t think anything of it like i did, that feeling goes away pretty quickly.

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a/n: pretty boring chapter again, and sorry i suck ass at dialogue. but it’ll get better, trust 🤞.