#but i'm not sleepy in the slightest and i don't want to go lay down

[binnie]

venting real quick

[guppygiggles]

There's nothing like tickling a shy lee.

All the sighing, fidgeting, throwing lingering stares in my direction... What's wrong, peach? Why do you keep looking at me like this, with those bashful eyes? Is there something you need, friend?

It's so easy to tell, too, when that mood strikes you. You just fold at the slightest provocation; sometimes, all it takes is a compliment. "You look very cute today" or "What a pretty blush, what's got you so embarrassed?" and suddenly you're tongue-tied, fidgeting and glowing, smiling at the ground... just going to pieces. Oh, it's so sweet. Of course, I knew what you wanted before I even said anything, but how could I resist, now?

That doesn't mean I'm just going to give it to you, though. No, no... a cute little thing like you? I just have to watch you tie yourself in knots a bit longer.

I wonder...

Can I get you to ask?

Maybe you haven't been sleeping well, recently...

Though you've tried your best to stay alert, you get a bit sleepy while we're watching a movie together. I haven't been paying much attention, either, because I've been subtly watching you -- rubbing your eyes, taking frequent trips to the bathroom or kitchen, sipping cold water... There's still an hour of film left, and I'm wondering if you're going to make it. You poor thing... burning the midnight oil takes a toll, doesn't it?

"Are you getting sleepy? We don't have to finish the movie, you know. You can sleep now, if you're tired."

"No, I'm awake! Sorry I keep getting up, am I bothering you?"

What a trooper. Are you trying to impress me?

"Not at all, peach. Just wanted you to know there's no pressure to finish this tonight."

You say nothing else and focus on watching the movie, but... by and by, you inch a bit closer to me, until your head is resting on my shoulder. I put my hand on your knee, and you practically jolt. Oh... I see...

"You can rest your head on my lap if you're tired, friend. I don't mind."

To my delight, you take the invitation. I can't help feeling a bit touched at your comfort with me, though it shouldn't come as a surprise. You curl up on your side and continue watching the movie, your sleepy head resting on my thigh. My interest in the movie fizzles completely.

You sigh heavily as I begin playing with your hair, twirling my fingers around the soft tendrils. I'm beginning to wonder if you really are going to fall asleep, when suddenly, you flinch.

"Sorry, did that hurt?"

"N-no..."

You go back to watching the movie, and I wait a while... before I swipe my fingertip along the curve of your ear again, making it seem like an accident.

"Kssshmhm-"

"Sorry, what was that? Did you say something?"

"Ah, no..."

"Do you want me to stop...?"

"...No..."

My fingertips wander back into your hair, playing a bit longer there before trailing down to your neck, stroking along your skin and making you flinch more as you try to stifle your laughter. But, I'm only getting started.

"I couldn't help but notice, hanging out with you today, that you seem a bit... tense. Is there something on your mind?"

"Tense? Ah, no, um..."

"Also, you keep looking at me in this funny way... Like you need something, but you can't tell me what it is."

"Ah-"

My fingertips trail down your arm, making their way to your side, where my hand rests threateningly.

"But, I bet I can guess..."

My thumb, pointer and index fingers form a soft claw, and I begin gently pinching along your side.

Starting with a whimper, you begin giggling almost immediately, squirming against me as you lay on my lap. That delicate blush I observed earlier returns, playing across your cheeks and ears. God, you are adorable... I can't help blushing a little, myself, as my tummy fills with butterflies listening to you laugh.

"Is this it, peach? Is this what you need~?"

I keep pinching gently along your flank, receiving squirms and giggles in response, until you roll onto your back to protect your side.

"S-stahahap!"

Heeding your request, I stop instantly.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Your flustered glare meets my impish smirk. Now that you've rolled onto your back, my hand rests placidly on your tummy -- All I would have to do is flex my fingertips a bit, and you'd be a squirming, giggling mess in a matter of seconds. Now, the movie is lost to both of us.

"Please..."

"Please, what...?"

I watch you work yourself into a tizzy, then -- blushing, looking away, squirming beneath my hand... my goodness. You can't get the words out, but I can practically see them on your face, in your movements, in your eyes as you glower up at me. I stifle the urge to giggle, though I'm sure my glee is all over my face.

"Hehe... All that stands between you and what you want is a few simple words... but rest assured, without them, you won't be getting anything from me."

I watch your flustered, frustrated blush spread all over you.

"Casper...!"

"Yes?"

"Please!"

"Again, I ask... please what, peach? I thought you were sleepy, by the way... what happened?"

You whimper, covering your face with your hands and peering up at me through your fingers. Now that you've got a shield, I wonder... Will you ask? Unfortunately for you, if you do summon the courage, you certainly won't be able to protect your delicate spots and hide from me at the same time. I'm dying to know which you'll choose...

Maybe you need a bit of encouragement?

"Come on, sweetheart... I think we both know what you need, right now. Something to tire you out so you can sleep soundly, hm? Something to get you in that nice, giddy, relaxed mood... maybe give you a few butterflies, too~? Can't you ask your friend nicely for what you'd like...?"

To emphasize my point, I flex my fingertips quickly -- just once -- against your belly, eliciting a surprised squeak and jolt from you.

"CASPER!" You whine into your hands, kicking your feet a bit against the couch.

The urge to chuckle at your flustered, endearing antics is almost impossible for me to resist, now, but I somehow manage.

"I'm waiting... Don't take too long, little lee; I get sleepy, too, you know..."

"Casper, please, t..."

"That's it..."

"Please t-tickle me..."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear that. Could you speak up, please~?"

Your response is unprintable, and finally, I can't resist laughing. God, you're a delight to play with.

"Such language, tsk tsk! Maybe I should reconsider playing with someone who's got such a mouth on them..."

"Wait, I'm sorry!"

"Hehe... clock's ticking, dear. The movie's over, it's close to bedtime... Now or never. What's your answer?"

I watch you take a breath, like you're preparing to dive underwater.

"P-please... t-tickle me..."

"There we go! Oh, I'm so proud!"

My fingers come to life against your tummy as I reward you with quick, spidery tickles all over your midsection. You erupt with laughter, squirming like a fish out of water against my lap... And I'm amused to find that you've chosen to keep your absolutely glowing face covered by your hands, instead of trying to fight me. My fingertips have free range to gently torture you, and that's exactly what they do -- pinching your sides, scribbling into the soft center of your tummy, scritching along your ribs, ravishing you until you're nothing but a blushing, giggling, flustered mess of a shy lee... Just the way I like you. 💙

[sturniololoco]

Can’t hate you pt 5

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) X Nathan Doe

Warnings: Cussing, hitting, mentions of SA later in the series(and no, it was not Nate), etc.

ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩

SLS/N’s POV

Today was the day that I was not looking forward to. All week I’ve been dreading this specific Saturday to come, and it’s unfortunately arrived.

Nathan Doe is leaving LA.

I woke up today, the sad feeling already consuming my chest.

But I wasn’t alone this morning. Today, Nate was lying right beside me, sound asleep, his arms wrapped around my lower waist while his face rested on my stomach.

I smiled lightly to myself as I played with his hair, gently massaging his scalp as he slept.

Not long after, he began to stir, taking in a deep breath, then sitting u slightly to look at me with sleepy eyes and tousled hair.

“Morning baby,” he said, his voice deep and laced with sleep.

He landed down to give me a kiss on the cheek as I said, “Morning,”

He scooted up and pulled me to his chest, switching our positions. We lay there in silence, just enjoying each other presents.

I could tell we were thinking the same thing:

Does he/I have to leave?

-

"You all packed, man?" Chris said, quickly knocking on my door before entering my room.

I was sitting crisscrossed on my bed, watching as Nate gathered the rest of his things.

"Yeah man, I think I'm good!" He answered, picking up his backpack and bag and walking towards the door to follow Chris.

"Good because Matt and Nick are already in the car." He said, leading us to the driveway.

Nate chucked his things in the back before climbing into the backseat next to me.

As Matt started to drive, I rested my head on Nate's shoulder as he held my hand gently rubbing his thumb across the top. Chris and He were having a conversation, but I had no idea what it was about. I only had one thing on my mind:

Don't go.

-

Showing affection in the middle of a crowded airport would usually be extremely cringy. I would usually roll my eyes at the couples practically making out and nearly missing their flight right by the gate.

But I didn't care at this point.

Once my brothers said their goodbyes, I clung onto Nate for dear life, tears falling from my eyes freely.

"I miss you," I say in his ear, not loosening my grip in the slightest.

He chuckled lightly, squeezing me just as hard.

"I haven't even left yet, baby," He responded.

"I know," I said, tears falling harder now.

"I'll see you soon, I promise okay?" He said, kissing the side of my hair, loosening his grip slightly.

I nodded and leaned back, giving him a kiss. Halfway through, the overhead speakers came on, signaling that Nate had to go.

"Call me as soon as you land!" I yelled as he walked in his gate.

He sot a thumbs up into the air as he rounded the corner,

Leaving to go back to Boston.

-

Needless to say, I cried the whole way home, leaning onto Nick's shoulder for support. He comforted me and tried to hold my hand, but that only made me think of Nate harder.

we pulled up to the house and I sat on the couch. Nick followed me in, but Matt and Chris said they wanted McDonald's for lunch, so that's where they went.

Nick and I watched a show, well he did. I sat on my phone and looked through pictures from this past week.

Nate and I on the beach, Nate and I putt-putting, a group selfie of all of us at top golf,

and the blurry one of me throwing sweet tea in Nate's face.

I slightly laughed to myself, remembering all the fun memories, knowing that there would be plenty more to come.

-

Matt and Chris walked in with 4 large McFlurries. They handed me my Oreo one, Matt said,

"thought this might cheer you up!"

I smiled and nodded, instantly digging into my McFlurrie with my brothers. We continued our movie, laughing and talking, sad thoughts about Nate leaving left my brain.

but then I got a call:

Incoming call from: Nate <3

I think thats all from this story! But if you want me to add another part, lemme know in the comments!

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[fyodoro]

Congrats on 800 followers!!

So may I ask for chigiri with no.14 from your event? Tq! Have a nice day/night!

Combining these requests… just to make things a tad bit easier for myself

Prompt 14 | "You're so lucky you're cute."

No cw's, pure fluff! wc - 726

800 follower event!

"So you're just gonna lay there?" Chigiri's question remained in the air, your slumped figure on the bed stayed still despite the redhead's hand shaking you.

Yours and Chigiri's friends had all planned to hang out today. It wasn't going to be anything fancy, just a small get together with friends. Although much to your disappointment, they planned to meet up rather early in your eyes.

"It's sooo early Hyoma, can't we go later?" You drew out your words, not only emphasizing your sleepy state, but also the dramatic tone in your voice. "Your friends can wait, can't they? At one in the afternoon... I doubt anyone is fully awake."

"(Name), at one in the afternoon, most people have been awake for hours." He deadpanned, earning an exaggerated sigh from your lips.

"Do we have to show up on time?"

"You sound just like Nagi.."

"I bet he's not even up right now..."

Chigiri knew this wasn't going anywhere and he was only wasting his breath. Once you were set on something, you wouldn't budge. And right now, you were set on sleeping in with him (even if he wasn't sleepy in the slightest).

He rolled his eyes playfully, opening his phone to snap a quick photo of your curled up frame.

Princess 'me and (name) are gonna be late' *one attachment* 'this one wanted to sleep in till noon and won't budge"

"Hyoma... can you lay back down? It's getting cold." You murmured, voice muffled by the pillow you were snuggled up to. Chigiri let out a chuckle at the sight, finding you both incredibly oblivious and adorable at the same time.

"I swear, you're so lucky you're cute."

He finally caved, pulling the pillow your arms were wrapped around away and replacing it with himself. After all, your friends could wait a little bit longer.

At this point in the day, Rin only wanted to go home and lay with you in the comfort of your shared bed. But alas, that didn't seem to be happening anytime soon.

"It'll only take a couple seconds! Please Rin?" Your hand was interlocked with his, while your free hand was pointing toward an arcade across the street. Tons of cute, colorful plushies were displayed through the window, easily attracting the attention of anyone passing by.

Unfortunately for Rin, you weren't exempt from those people.

"And who's to say you'll be able to win one? Seconds turn into hours fast in those places you know."

You didn't hide your pouting face. In fact, you were hoping Rin would notice it, feel bad, and give into your idea. But this is Rin Itoshi, of course he wouldn't...

...for anyone else

He sighed, "fine, but you're lucky your cute. If you weren't, I wouldn't be doing this." You squealed in excitement, repeating 'thank you's over and over.

Stepping foot into the arcade, you spotted the plushie you've been eyeing since you saw it. It was a decently sized fluffy black cat with green dots for eyes, "doesn't it look like you, Rinnie?"

In your eyes, the plush cat resembled him greatly. From the color scheme to it's blank expression. Of course, Rin refused to admit seeing any similarities in a plushie. He stayed silent, inserting coins into the claw machine (that was most likely rigged) without a second thought.

"Hey, I can win it on my own? You really don't have to-"

"Shut it, I'm gonna win this and you're gonna watch," he said with a determined look on his face. You merely rolled your eyes at his attitude, muttering a small "whatever."

Claw machines are almost always rigged. It's either the claw is too small, too big, or has little to no grip. Truthfully, you were planning to win with pure luck rather than skill. So it's no wonder your eyes widened as the claw opened, dropping the stuffed animal into the winner's box.

"You actually got it..." you breathed, kneeling down to take the rin-like black cat out of the machine. "Were you doubting me?" he asked, one eye twitching in slight annoyance at the thought.

"Maybe a little."

It was safe to say Rin only got half his wish when you arrived home. While he got to cuddle with you, he also had to put up with the plushie you snuggled into at the same time.

© enassbraid 2023. i do not permit plagiarism, translations, or reposts of my work on any platform

[wind-goddess-eri]

Happy Birthday (Aritaki Itto x Reader)

So trying out a different way of writing smut. Tried not to put in parts and to keep it gen-neutral. So I hope i did ok at that.

Warnings:Indeed smut, arataki itto being a silly until... birthday sex, fluff, sleepy cuddles and giving/receaving. also Itto is well....big and an oni after all lol.

As alway....under the cut.

"Wait, don't you think we should make sure no one is here." You said to the Oni in front of you.

"Trust me. I would know if anyone was here or coming back. Let's have some fun." Itto smiled at you.

It's been a year since you both have been dating. You finally have decided that you are ready to have sexual intimacy with him. Itto, living with his clan,which has a bunch of people in it, You feel like your privacy can be invaded at any moment. But you trust your boyfriend. After all, he is the leader of the clan.

"Alright. I trust you. Come here." You motioned to him to come closer to you.

"Y/N" Itto walked over to you looking down as he bent down to kiss you. "This is going to be the best birthday ever!" He exclaimed.

You smiled and blushed a bit, giggling at how silly he can be at times. "Y/N, get ready for the time of your life. This Oni will deliver you to satisfactory." He takes your hand and leads you to his room. You look around his room and you see candles and rose petals all over the room, red bedding and white sheets. There's no way he did this on his own. Most likely had help from Shinobu.

"Itto, this is beautiful…this is for me?" You said in awe.

"Of course it is, who else would this extraordinarily romantical room be for silly?" Itto says as a matter of fact.

"I love you, you silly Oni." You say as you lean up to kiss him. He swoops you into his arms and kisses you passionately. You moan into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, hands reaching and lightly playing with his hair.

"mmm I love it when you do that, Y/N" Itto says within the kiss. You break the kiss and look into his burning eyes. He sets you down and starts to remove his clothing. You do the same. You have been ready for this. He's been waiting for a year. You walk over to the bed and lay down. It's soft, you weren't expecting him to sleep on such a soft bed. You look over at the Oni and see everything. His naked form was something to be seen. His tattoos led down to his length which was big. You were thinking about how it's going to fit.

Itto walks over to you, crawling up on top of you. "Just relaxed baby, You have nothing to worry about."

"Who said I was worried?" You asked with a shaky breath.

"Your face does." He got you there.

You both laugh a bit then Itto leans down and kisses your lips lightly "you ready?" You nod your head and relax your body. Itto smiles and grabs his member and finds your opening. He tries to push through but it's difficult. He then gets an idea, he reaches under the bed and grabs a lube. He puts so much on to be safe he doesnt hurt you, also it feels good for him.

He tries again, slipping into you slowly. You moan with pleasure as he slowly pushes all of his length inside of you. "fuck, you feel so good." Itto smiles and moans. "You ready?" he then asked. "Yeah." You say breathlessly. The Oni starts moving at a slow gentle pace at first. Your moans start to fill the room. You wanted Itto to kiss you while he makes love to you. You took hold of his horns and lightly pulled his head down to have him kiss you, little did you know that Itto's horns are one of his biggest turn ons. Just the slightest touch will send the Oni out of control. You hear him yelp as he leaned down kissing you roughly.

You watch Itto change into a different beast. His slow rhythm now going a little more harder, rougher. You were loving it. Each moan you made, made Itto go fast, his rock hard body thrusting against you. the slapping noise his hips made hitting your body made you close to climax. "I-I-Itto, I'm go-gonna…OH Arcons! I'm gonna cum Itto!"

"Cum for me." Itto said over and over as he pounded into you. You couldn't last a single second more and came hard around the Oni. Itto took his length slowly out of you. That when you realized while slamming into you he has grown twice the size he was before. "I want more darling, can we keep going?" Itto asked. How is he still wanting to go? You looked at him with tired eyes. "I want you in my mouth." You wanted him to cum as well but seeing how he's not anywhere near done, you got your work cut out. Itto got excited at the thought of your mouth on him, so you can taste not only yourself but him.

You went to sit up when Itto stopped you. "You stay there. I'll go to you." He crawls over you from where he was until his dick met your face. "There." He said with a smile. You shrugged and grabbed his length, stoking it a little before licking it and putting it in your mouth. You moan as you taste him. "F-Fu--Y/N That feels…mmmmm" Itto moans. You sucked on his long cock for a while until you felt the warm climax that Itto didn’t let you know that he was close. You felt his member pulsate in your mouth as you took his whole load and swallowed it. It actually didn’t taste half bad considering the others you’ve been with.

You took the Oni’s member out of your mouth which made a pop sound. Made Itto smile. “Okay, your turn. He scoots down to where your area is and gives you a lick. You’re overstimulated from earlier. You moan and start to shift underneath the Oni. Itto smiles as he continues to eat you out. Your hands travel down to his hair where you make a mess of. Itto’s horns rubbing against your body, stimulating the both of you even more. You were close once again. “Itto…Please…I-I’m gonna…” At that moment you scream his name, closing your eyes tight and pulling on his hair. “Mmmmmmm gggggrrrr You taste soooo good Y/N!” He growls as he continues. You can’t even make out words anymore, just sounds. Itto lets up on his assault on your parts. You look down at him and smile exhaustedly. “That was amazing. Thank you…for being the best boyfriend…I ever had.” You told Itto in a whisper. You were done, your body couldn’t move you were so tired. Itto, still willing to go for a few more rounds, sees you are about to pass out and decides to lay next to you. “You’re the best person I’ve ever been with, you know that right?” Itto questions. You can’t help but smile and nod. He pulls you close and holds you. Rubbing your back slowly until you eventually fell asleep. “Happy Birthday, Y/N He whispers and he himself fell asleep.

[merv606]

Omegaverse, but it's an arranged marriage between Alpha!Terry and Omega!Daniel. In this verse, Omegas are well regarded, and loved by everyone--you harm an Omega, it's instant death!--but they're also deeply sheltered, totally innocent, and very naive. 

So when 18 year old Daniel gets married to Terry, an Alpha he only met physically on his wedding day (though they've exchanged information and pictures), he has no idea what awaits him on his wedding night. Or what Terry wants from him, as he's the one who set up this whole arrangement, after looking up Daniel's information, seeing what a good mate and parent he would be, as well as seeing his pretty little face, his tight, tiny body...Daniel only thinks that now that they're married, he'll be a proper little claimed Omega to his handsome Alpha, and he'll take care of their home, and Terry will have his business, and the pups will show up within a year like they do to all mated pairs. That's it, then! 

...So here they are, in the lavish hotel suite where Terry's spared no expense. It's gorgeous, and his little Omega is very well pleased--Terry moreso, because he loves to flaunt all that he can give to the boy, now his mate. But the boy is also adorably tired from the long day, so Terry tells him to go ahead and get ready for bed, and that he'll be waiting for him in the--their--bedroom. Daniel blushes, and steps up on his tip-toes, and kisses him on his cheek, and it's the cutest thing--Terry hurries off, to slip into his monogrammed robe and wait a few annoying minutes to devour him. Or so he thinks. 

Daniel comes out soon, looking like an angel in a sweet white silk night-blouse that falls a little above his knees, and Terry feels his mouth water with every flash of smooth, tan skin he can see. "I thought you'd be tucked in for bed already, Sir," Daniel says, wondering why Terry is seated at the edge of the bed like that, on the alert. "Aren't you sleepy?"

Terry smiles, opening his arms to welcome the boy. "I'm not in the slightest, Danny-boy." He's very pleased when Daniel steps right into his embrace, and cuddles into him, his slender body soft and warm. Welcoming. Terry rests his hand at the small of his back, right above where his plump little ass starts to curve. Fuck. "In fact, I've been waiting a long time for this."

"For what?" Daniel asks with a smile, looping thin arms around Terry's neck. Terry sees the cluelessness in his eyes, the innocence of that smile. Oh. Wait a minute. Surely--

"Don't you know, sweetheart?" 

Daniel tilts his head. It's almost painfully cute. "Know what?"

"...What is expected on one's wedding night. And well, now that we are mated." 

"Sure I do!" Daniel says cheerfully, moving to sit on Terry's lap. His legs dangle off, his blouse rides up. Shit, Terry can see his small little nipples brush against the silk; he can feel that soft ass against his rapidly hardening cock. Terry feels like he's going insane. "Now that we're married, and mated, we can sleep together!"

"Ah yes, about that." Terry says. His voice did not just crack. "When you say sleep together--"

Daniel blinks. "Y'know...share a room? And a bed. That's why all mated pairs share a bedroom. Only after marriage, my Priest always said! We can cuddle and kiss and even share a pillow. It's so nice!" Daniel pauses with a happy, contented sigh, then looks him deep in the eye, doe-eyes widening even more. "Wait...Sir...Terry, um. Didn't you...know that?"

Terry doesn't know whether to laugh or groan. This can't be happening to him. Were all Omegas like this, kept in the dark to this extent, or only this sweet, sheltered boy, raised by a single Beta mother and an old Alpha who was like a grandfather to him? "Daniel, darling...I think you're the one who doesn't know some ah...things."

Daniel scrunches his nose adorably, looking absolutely confused. That's it. Terry gets up suddenly, rising so quickly that Daniel squeaks, holding on for dear life. He squeaks even more when Terry lays him down on the bed against the pillows, and traps him there with his body. 

"Wha--?" Daniel says cutely. His blouse has slipped off to expose a narrow, smooth shoulder. That's going to be marked up come tomorrow morning Terry thinks with a dangerous smirk. He moves his hands to press Daniel's tiny wrists into the pillow on either side of his head, and dips his head to lick a wet stripe up his slender throat. The boy arches a little at that, whimpering at the new sensation, unknowingly exposing more of his neck to Terry's hungry mouth. His skin flushes beautifully--fuck, Terry thinks as he sucks a furious kiss into that throat, it's actually better this way. Taking his virginity is wonderful enough, and being the first--and only--to ever lay hands upon him was even moreso--but showing this truly innocent boy what pleasure was, and what really happens between an Alpha and an Omega--well. That was the most wonderful part of all. 

"But don't worry, Danny," Terry says lowly, mouth moving up kiss by kiss until he reaches his plump, plush mouth, "I'm going to show you everything." The boy moans sweetly into the kiss, his body trembling already. "And you're going to love what I, and only I, can give you."

(And the next morning, Daniel wakes up from where he's curled against his Alpha's bare chest, held tight in his powerful arms. Well...they definitely didn't teach him what happens on one's wedding night in his Catholic finishing school, that's for sure. But...Daniel thinks, blushing furiously, remembering the previous night and how his body had literally cried out in pleasure, for Terry's touch--it was a very pleasant surprise. Even if it did leave him covered in hickies and bite marks all over. And well, really sore in the best of ways and places.

And, when Terry wakes up, Daniel wants to know if they can do it again, but Terry just pleasures him in other ways, as the poor boy is still very sore from all that ravishment last night. Daniel fusses and whines and pouts at that, but Terry just kisses him quiet. Brat! Now that he's got a taste of it, he'll want it all the time. Not that Terry minds in the slightest...heh. Though he'll have to tell the boy about where pups really come from too, he supposes. Sigh.) 

This is Macchio at 18/19 as your request specifically mentions 18

Now for size comparison I present:

And Macchio at 19

And now - Terry holding a baby for good measure:

Now, I have had this ask forever / been adding bits and pieces to it here and there.

I still feel I have not done it the justice it deserves but I have to release it to the wild.

1,000 apologies on how long this took.

I would make one small addendum - Terry knows Daniel - ever since he presented - and won his hand in marriage. He offered the biggest dowry and ensured the family would be well taken care of - and Daniel had been the one to agree.

Daniel doesn’t come from much but with his rare male omegas status and his looks - he could have his pick and Terry is one of the richest men in the country.

Soooo NSFW - also given the ask itself - what follows should be expected although laying into the purity aspect a bit hard.

Terry wakes the next morning, before his mate, who is dead to the world, asleep on his stomach snoring soundly into his pillow.

The sheets have slipped down, the smooth slope of his narrow back on display - Terry tracing his hand down it, coming to rest above the swell of his ass which is still covered by the silk sheets.

Daniel humps into the mattress ever so slightly as Terry squeezes the small mounds of perfect flesh, and he flips suddenly, on his back now, but still fast asleep although his cock is starting to tent the sheets as it fills and swells.

For someone who had no idea what the marriage bed meant, he certainly took to it (and took it).

For all the boy’s innocence, he had loved every second of last night and his first introductions to the world of physical love with his alpha husband as his able bodied tutor.

Enthusiastic and welcoming even if he was unpractised and clumsy, it was the best sex Terry thinks he’s even had too.

The boy thought, really was too innocent - even for an omega.

He may have been a bit overcome and overwhelmed with some things but was more than willing, even if some coaxing had been involved, too overcome shyness, while other times giving into his natural instincts beautifully,

Though he'll have to tell the boy about where pups really come from too he supposes. Sigh.

Although, he places a hand on his stomach, easily taking up the vast expanse of it, he should tell him that sooner rather than later.

If last night was any indication, the boy, if not pregnant already, surely will be by the time his scheduled heat hits, which of course, given his status as an omega about to married (and bred) into a higher station, was tracked, and was privileged information given to his husband upon their marriage.

Terry knows it’s only a few weeks away.

The boy is also not on birth control or suppressants - Terry forbidding them - his right as the alpha - and he wants his mate with child as soon as possible.

Yes, it will have to be sooner rather than later / given last night - he’d be surprised if his younger mate isn’t already in that state and if he isn’t he will be before too long - given how often he’s apparently going to want it.

Omegas can fall pregnant outside of heats, but an alpha taking them during one is a guarantee that in nine months, you’ll be holding a pup in your arms.

He rubs a large hand on his mate’s small, and as for now, flat stomach, although that won’t be for long. There will be a child, Terry’s child, in there soon enough. He smirks.

Terry supposes he will have to explain that sooner rather than later.

His mind drifts back to last night.

He knew the boy was coddled, had been guaranteed pure - and was - Terry had been present when they did the required check - a necessary step for someone of Terry’s station - that his mate and future bearer of children of his line be pure - but this is turning out to be ……this level of blissful ignorance was more than even Terry was expecting.

Normally omegas aren’t quite so sheltered - they may not know the nitty gritty but the general idea of what is expected of them.

Normally omegas did have some vague idea of their duties - of their role in the bedroom and pleasing their alpha.

Still, he can work with that - Daniel’s ignorance of what is meant to happen - what will happen.

“Come here sweetheart,” he holds out an arm gesturing to his husband, patting the bed, the spot right next to him, and the alpha is more than pleased when the omega listens without hesitation, sitting by his side so close their bodies are touching at every point possible.

Next to the bed is champagne on ice and many fruits already laid out plus decadent desserts - topped with whipped creams so sweet you can smell the fat and sugar wafting of them Carrie’s the light he warm night air. Terry had noticed his little omega had a sweet tooth and ordered every dessert he could think of.

It’s both A sign that the alpha can provide and take care of the omega - wedding nights can be energy draining especially on omegas who have no experience in the physics aspects of love and Terry is a very virile alpha and has had his eye on Daniel for quite some time. He has been counting down to this night, this very moment, so tonight is going to be a night neither will forget.

The tradition would be the omega to get up and fetch the celebratory drink but Terry stands, his back to the omega before he turns with the flutes in hand.

He gives him some champagne, and out of sight he slips in something (a common practise) to both relax the omega and help with the nerves that will be sure to come alive when he realizes what his role is in all of this.

He tells Daniel as such, when he hands him the glass, watching him take a sip - “it’ll help relax you,” and Daniel looks puzzled - he’s not nervous, why should he be but he trusts Terry, and the champagne is good.

It’s going to happen regardless, he will take his boy as is his right, consummate this union so that his claim to Daniel will be complete and irrefutable, and it will only help to enhance the pleasure. His mate is already consenting anyway, although to what he has no idea. His mate is not only inexperienced / scratch that / has no experience - has no clue what is about to happen - but is smaller than Terry and although some discomfort will be expected, he is going to do everything in his power to ensure this is a good experience but he cannot trust his own patience.

The priest and everyone else waiting outside to verify the marriage was consumed will hear the little omega scream in pleasure for Terry - he wants the rumours of this night to fade into legend and to which everything else is compared.

Besides, the shame an alpha experiences if they cannot please their omega, and how easy it is for omega to find new alphas, would cast a shadow on the entire Silver house.

“You mentioned kids?” Terry says as he watches the smooth column of his mate’s throat work to swallow the champagne.

“Oh yes,” Daniel says. “I want a big family.”

It was one of the things discussed when Terry had made the offer for Daniel’s hand - that a large family was expected - sooner rather than later and by sooner he meant as soon as the boy was properly his.

He planned to put him on his cock and not let him off until it happened.

“Do you know what that means?” He asks now, and he hopes Daniel has at least some idea of how the mechanics of it works - the logistics.

“The priest only said that once married they are gifts from your alpha. Do …. Do you not know how?”

Terry groans, his hand covering his eyes, thumb and forefinger on either side of his temple, squeezing.

“The priest said you would,” and Daniel looks worried now, truly worried.

Terry gathers a hand worrying at the hem of the night shirt in his own.

“I do,” and the smile he gets almost has him putting his mate face down ass up for him.

“Is that all he said though?”

Daniel scutches his face thinking.

“He said you would put life in me but when I asked he said it wasn’t his place / it would be yours to tell me - that it’s your right to show me .

He smiles now.

“Will you?” He asks, eyes bright and oh so wide.

Terry leans forward now, pressing their lips together and Daniel happily opens his mouth for his husband to explore.

Terry rubs his chest through the thin material of the shirt, nipples hardening against the outline of the shirt, before slipping a hand under to feel warm flesh - nothing between them.

He undoes a few buttons, that’s all it takes, and Daniel’s Hands come up in an attempt to covering his chest.

“None of that now - I’m your husband,” he takes his head in his hands. “I’m your mate - if not for my eyes than for who’s?”

“You belong to me now,” Terry explains as he wraps a hand around Daniel’s small fragile wrist, easily encircling the whole thing, although it’s just a suggestion. He could force his hand down but he rubs at the thin skin of the vulnerable underside of his wrist instead, in a gentling soothing gesture.

Daniel drops his hands albeit slowly, curious now, this new sensation - the throbbing between his legs as his husband takes a small brown nipple into his mouth sucking it into a hardened peak, as Daniel cries out at the feelings and sensations it evokes - so different than his husbands fingers moments before.

“Small but sensitive,” he remarks and Daniel’s face burns, his husband sucking his nipple until the small nib hardness, tongue swirling around it. He sucks in bruises all over the narrow chest while his hand slowly moves up his thigh. Daniel widens his legs on instinct, his body just reacting to the touch, too overwhelmed - and distracted by Terry’s mouth on his chest to be embarrassed at what that looks like.

His body seems to know what to do even if Daniel is unsure. He also trusts his husband will show him.

A large hand continues smoothing up his thigh, disappearing under the nightshirt inching closer to their prize and Daniel breaks the kiss to whimper as Terry presses his fingertips to his wet entrance - his legs falling open.

Terry switches the boy from his lap to the bed, lowering him to it, swinging a leg over him, covering his little omega with his body, and his leg comes up on either side of the alpha, as Terry helps Daniel hitch his legs up higher around his sides.

He sits back, taking off his shirt and Daniel blushes but it’s nothing compared to the blush when his night shirt is ruched up to his waist, his husband exposing Daniel’s most intimate place to his eyes which slowly sweep up and down him.

His husband spreads his legs, exposing him completely, and Daniel tries to close them, face flushing.

Terry rubs at his entrance and the little bud above it, right under his cock.

Tight circles that become looser as slick pours out, Terry gathering it up before returning his fingertips back to the swollen spot, warm and throbbing.

Thin hips working, Daniel whimpering as he feels himself tighten, and a gush of something, a wave of pleasure washing over him.

He is very wet down there - he’s afraid he has peed himself, but he doesn’t have much time to worry as gentle but insistent Fingers press at the slick folds, before Terry ducks his head down.

“Terry what,” he starts to ask but it breaks off into a sinful moan as Terry licks up through them, tasting him, and Daniel arches up, back bowing completely off the bed, only his shoulders still touching the mattress, crying out as his thighs tremble, the tongue on his sensitive hole and bud.

Not knowing what to do he places his hands on his husband’s head, thighs shaking violently now, pushing himself into his husband’s face - and he feels that same heat from moments earlier building again, building, like waves crashing this time, where before it felt like waves gently lapping at the shore. When it crashes this time, it’s sharp and sudden, and he hears a high pitched noise before he realizes it’s coming from him.

He comes a second time like that - screaming out his pleasure, thighs shaking, hole gushing slick.

Now he’s really afraid he’s peed himself.

When Terry comes up his face is soaked and shiny.

Terry wants the first thing opening him up to be his cock but a thick finger enters him- testing to see how ready he is. Some discomfort will be expected / the size difference and this being his first time but he wants to avoid hurting his little mate as much as he can.

A second one and he whimpers - Terry rubbing his stomach, fingers fucking in, wet squelching noises, his thumb rubbing at the bud small above his omega opening, before coming up to wrap around his smaller omega cock.

Three now, and the sheets are soaked, Terry’s hand is soaked and so is Daniel’s cunt, slick everywhere, the scent drowning Terry, his cock Rick hard wanting inside that tight heat.

And now Terry’s need cannot be ignored any longer.

“What,” he asks as Terry withdraws his fingers with a dirty squelch, his husband stepping between his open legs.

“Just stay nice and relaxed for me baby.”

His cock swipes up through the wet mess - Daniel’s slick and Terry’s spit/ his head at the entrance pressing against it, teasing.

He doesn’t mean to put that inside me, Daniel thinks “.

Terry’s cock is bigger than Daniel’s - the way for most alphas - omegas having a second opening under their cocks to allow for conception although the priest had not explained that to him.

The priest had said the alpha would put life inside him but nothing beyond that - is this what he meant.

He can’t surely mean,…. But then the head of his cock is dipping inside his entrance with the barest of pressure, and then seconds later his body is opening up / no choice - the gentle but insistent press of his husband’s hips as his walls open up to accommodate as each inch slips inside, the length of him as it keeps pushing inside never ending, the width of him spearing him open.

It’s a lot - and there is a slight twing of discomfort and when he winces the alpha rubs the head of his cock, cooing nonsense to him and he feels himself relax around the intrusion slowly carving out a spot inside him.

“That’s it,” Terry praises to his husband, “be a good little omega for your husband - let me in.”

It’s a struggle but he relaxes into it, his hole feels Ike it’s stretched beyond what is possible, his body split open on the thick intrusion, the pressure overwhelming, but there is a feeling there, of completeness.

He feels consumed - changed in ways he didn’t know were possible.

When he’s inside all the way, Terry places a hand on his stomach, as he starts moving inside him.

Before he picks up the pace, holding the boys legs in both hands, pressing them up and open, looking down as he claims his mate, cock moving in and out with ease now.

It feels odd, so foreign - nothing has been inside him before - didn’t even realize something could be inside him - and he whimpers every time Terry pulls back even a few inches. Even though he’s still inside Daniel keeping him wide open, he feels how much Terry has truly hollowed his open - carving a spot inside of Daniel just for him / making his body fit to his needs, rearranging him.

Daniel doesn’t know if he can take much more, it’s too much, overwhelming….. he’s soaking, the slick helping his husband as his hips piston in and out.

Fingers clench the sheets, back arching, as his chest heaves.

Terry takes a tantalizing nipple back into his mouth sucking as he fucks in and out, Daniel’s hand wrapping around his own cock and he comes, tightening around his husband inside him, hard as steel and it’s so fucking good, to feel his hole clench around the intrusion, walls tightening, wringing out the pleasure.

A deep groan and his husband spends inside him, even if he doesn’t really know that, but he can feel the throb and pulse.

He had laid there after, hole sore , but not in a bad way. In a way that a strained muscle feels good when you press in on it, tender but yielding.

So that’s what the priest meant by do your omega duty he had thought.

And why the handmaidens had giggled when they helped him into his ceremonial shirt for the mating ceremony - telling him to lie back, spread his legs, and let his alpha satisfy himself for the consummation, they had called it.

It’s what good omegas and mates do - keep their alphas happy.

To do his duty and produce heirs although no one would tell Daniel how that happened - it always just did.

The handmaidens giggling saying his alpha would know what to do.

Just be warm and welcoming - receptacle to the alpha.

Daniel wonders now, if Terry did and more importantly is he satisfied - he feels it - or at least, what he thinks it means anyway.

He had snuggled into his husband’s broad side, falling asleep almost instantly.

——-

He rolls over now, waking.

“Good morning,” his husband says, kissing his nose. “How do you feel?”

A moment of boldness passes and he takes Terry’s hand and moves it to his hole, fingers tracing the slippery rim but Terry doesn’t dip them inside like he did last night.

Inside, he rubs at his lazily, before bringing his hand up to Daniel’s mouth so he can taste himself.

“I think we’ll wait a bit before we do that again.”

Daniel pouts, fingers slipping free from

His mouth.

“Trust me,” Terry says, although Daniel is making it hard to do the right thing. “There are other things we can do,” he chuckles.

“Like what?” He asks, head cocked to the side.

Terry traces his mouth, his plump lips. In a Few minutes those are going to be wrapped around his cock.

“I’ll show you,” he promises, but before he can put the boy on his knees.

“So - where do babies come from?” he asks.

[sweetpandorabox]

Tattoo - Draco Malfoy x Female Reader (One Shot)

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Synopsis: You and your boyfriend of 6 months Draco, were cuddling in his empty shared Slytherin dorm room spending your weekend away from friends and family just enjoying each other's company before you noticed a certain mark on his body as he took off his shirt.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

Story Setting: This fanfiction is set in your 6th year of Hogwarts during the Half-Blood Prince but Voldemort and all of that don't exist here.

Warnings⚠️: None this one is pure fluff.

A/N: Hey sexy it's Angel here, this week I've decided to write a super short one-shot for all of you, I'll be sure to make one of these for at least all of the Harry Potter boys and girls because it's super easy, and don't require a lot of time, anyways enjoy love you. xx

Word Count : 779

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The air was gentle, blowing light winds inside the dark and gloomy Slytherin boy's dormitory as you lay against Draco's chest listening to his beating and healthy heart, there wasn't enough sunshine coming through the small windows here in the dungeons which left the room in a cooler temperature, the mixture of Draco's soft cashmere sweater and his warm body temperature made him the missing sunshine that this dormitory so desperately needs. Draco strokes your soft silky hair as he inhales the scent of your shampoo deeply creating a smile on his lips as he closes his eyes feeling the bliss.

"So...how much did you pay Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini, and all the others to leave the dorm for a Saturday afternoon huh?" you smile tracing little circles on Draco's chest, he chuckled lightly planting a kiss on your head, "Pay? Nah they've all got money, a little threat never hurts anyone" he smirks proudly looking up at his ceiling. You shake your head in disapproval but you can't help but smile at the thought of Draco wanting the room for himself just so he can cuddle you, his girlfriend, and spend the afternoon inside instead of going around causing shenanigans with others. Draco travels his hand right to your back rubbing it in a soothing motion, "You're so warm princess, I forgot how much better you are than a blanket" he ushers.

You giggle and kiss a part of his chest as a sign of thank you before silence fell back into place leaving the two of you comfortable, and before you know it the both of you fell asleep, a sleep so comfortable and warm that the both of you overslept and lost track of time. 'RRRRING' as the sound of Draco's alarm alerted the both of you awake, he shut the alarm off turned his lamp on, and peek at the time as it now hits 7 o'clock in the evening, he set the alarm down and turned to the other side of the bed to find you sleeping peacefully, his cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink. "Princess it's time to get up we have about 35 minutes to get ready and head to the great hall for dinner" he whispers into your ear sending shivers down your spine.

You smile trying your best to wake up before feeling a tender kiss on your neck, you gasped and turned to Draco pulling him into a sleepy kiss. "Okay okay, I'm up" you giggled getting out of his warm bed walking over to a nearby mirror, fixing your bedhead, and straightening your clothes in the process. As you quickly get yourself ready you're able to see your boyfriend changing out of his lounging clothes into a suit, somehow the Slytherin prince has managed to get himself toned, the puberty ran over him pretty hard over the years. You smile to yourself blushing quite noticeably, as he finished changing into his black trouser he takes off his sweater next revealing a secret mark on his body.

You look up to take another look through the mirror and noticed the black ink across his right chest, you turned around stepping closer to the busy-looking Draco. You carefully examined the ink and realize that it was a tattoo of your name, you traced your finger over it putting Draco's attention back on you, "Do you like it? he asked gently looking down at your small figure. "Draco love I had no idea that you have this?" you questioned still in shock about the tattoo, "W-when did you-", "During Christmas break, My Mother and I just happened to be at Diagon Alley that day to do some Christmas shopping, she was looking at some dresses and I got bored so I went around on my own before stumbling Tattoo Artists, the tattoo parlor, so I went inside with a blank mind and force the guy well threatened the guy to give me a tattoo despite my age... so he did and I chose your name I thought it was a nice touch to my well-toned body", he smirks cockily at you.

You look up at him as he left you speechless before a smile slowly peaks into the corner of your lips, and next thing you know you giggle yourself away, "Draco I love it so much", you stated kissing the delicate mark, Draco smiles with before placing both of his hands on your cheek gently still shirtless, "I would get your name tattooed all over my body if I could" he stated pulling you into a tender and passionate kiss making the both of you terribly late for dinner.

[supernovafeather]

Can you do a part 2 of Dark Secret were the reader takes her turn? Please and thank you

Here it is !

Dark Secret (Part 2) (18+)

Leto Atreides x F!Reader

Content : smut, somnophilia (consented beforehand), oral sex (F to M), unprotected sex, dirty talk, fluff.

Part 1

Insomnia beat you tonight and lets you stranded on your bed in the darkness listening to your husband's gentle snores. For once he is the one sleeping tight.

It would be great if he could remove his arm from your side of the bed. Sleeping on your side you feel his weight above you on your left side, occasionally jolting with spasms at whatever he dreams of. After the twentieth time you manage to put it back to his own side his unhappy groans replaces his snores for a few seconds.

"Leto please I need to sleep."

Useless as your husband is still more or less wandering amongst his dreams. Does he make as much noise as this usually ? Maybe he's just extremely tired.

After a quick journey to the bathroom you come back near your bed, a soft smile on your lips. Leto is a mess. Bare chest above the blankets due to heat, an open mouth letting a thin string of saliva on his pillow, his large and loose pants folded here and there after his struggle to find a comfortable position for at least two hours.

If at first you had felt pure affection at his vulnerability and a tiny little bit of annoyance, now that your eyes locked on his hips illuminated by the bathroom light you feel something else emerging.

Leto said it was alright if you too were to get "interested" in this kind of thing. He told you the eyes in the eyes that somnophilia wasn't a problem for him, that he would love to have his wife waking him up like this. Now that you took his place... you kind of get it. On of his legs is folded and spread, letting the form of his crotch create this bump. He's not hard but you know it's there, unprotected from your sight. Only a faint mayer of fabrics covers him. He's handsome like this, peaceful and content.

It's been a while since last time. Three days is a while between you two.

"I'm sorry if you don't appreciate it Leto, I don't know how to make it feel good during your sleep." You mumble as you sit next to him on the edge of the bed. "I hope you won't hate me for that."

Slowly, you extend your arm in his direction. The tip of your fingers gets closer to the bump, ready to caress his shaft you got the authorization to touch.

You don't, a bit afraid of what could happen. You don't want to scare him nor to disrupt his sleep so you walk away to turn the bathroom lights off to calm down.

Your heart beats hard as you try to find your way to your shared bed in the dark. Finally after a dozen of hesitant steps you find it. After a short struggle to get on your side of the bed, you lay there on your back, now fully woken up and further than ever from any sleepiness.

After all, why not ? Just to test. Just a tiny little kinky test. You have his consent, he sounded pretty aroused by this agreement between you... Would it be that bad ?

"Leto ?" You whisper as you turn to his side of the bed. "Leto are you asleep ?"

He snores but grumbles a bit. He's asleep but his brain is still pretty much connected to what surrounds him. You wish he could get a normal night of sleep without having to get parasites by his instincts forcing him to never let his guard down.

You extend your hand, freeze as your palm finds his belly. The man reacts at your touch, his flesh agitated like trying to get rid off an annoying fly. You bite your lips and close your eyes as you go down, down, down, enough for your palm to coat the area interesting you. His thighs jolt the slightest and his hips thrust up to find a better position but this doesn't wake him up as you start to rub this spot.

He remains pretty docile as you press a bit, your palm circling around his shaft as you crawl closer to him.

Soon, you smile like a guilty idiot next to his crotch. Guiding yourself thanks to your hand, you let a kiss down there. Then another one as you feel some warmth spreading in your core. Now you start to feel the appeal he has for such kind of thing. You kiss again, then again before trying to find a way to lower his pants. After a few unsuccessful attempts, you give up. Your goal is to get used to that kind of thing. You want to make him feel good.

Another idea comes to your mind : whispering dirty things to his ear. Now that's something you can do.

"Leto. Leto it's me." You start a bit awkwardly as you muffle an uncomfortable chuckle. "I want you to know how hot you look."

He keeps on snoring, and you have to remove your hand from his crotch as you repress a laugh. How ridiculous all of that is. Why is it so hard to get into the right mood ? Are you that stressed out by that idea ?

"Leto. I love you. I want to pleasure you."

He groans a few seconds later, and you start to run your fingers through his hair before caressing that precise spot on his nape, the exact same he loves to get touched. Often it's enough to get him hard with arousal. What a man you swear.

"My handsome husband. I know you can hear me. Please let me..."

Your hand travels down his body to his pants, your fingers moving slowly to separate the fabrics from his skin. The faint sigh he lets out as you take the soft and warm flesh in your fingers indicates that yes, his brain can still process what's happening.

"Are you sure you can't get hard for me ? I thought you were proud of being able to do that almost on command."

Leto has the wonderful ability to keep his impressive sex drive in check during the day. This makes him always ready for anything once the both of you get in the mood and honestly you would never complain about it. His stamina depends on his tiredness but most of the time it's pretty much enough to put you to sleep right after you are done.

"You'd love to feel my mouth. I know it you always crave it." You whisper with a smile as you rub him more insistently. "And my tongue playing with your cock. You'd love it."

You hear his low moan more similar to a sigh and you kneel next to him, trying to free his shaft hardening under your ministrations. Now you feel more into it, playful enough to leave a trail of kisses on his belly. After a few attempts you manage to free his erection as he resumes his low snores. You hear the sound of his flesh hitting his own, and your thumb starts to circle gently on the tip, the pre cum used as lubricant producing a wet sound you appreciate.

Guiding his cock to your mouth, you start to suck on the tip with a hand rubbing the base of his cock, and the other one rubs his testicles firmly the way he likes it.

Your first name gets moaned between two snores, and you feel his upper body moving. At first you think he is waking up but no, he's not. You keep on sucking for a while before stopping and licking his balls. Soon after you toss your nightgown away, and position yourself above your husband. Now it's a matter of precision in the dark. No wrong hole. No wrong hole no wrong hole no wrong hole, so you take his girth in your hand, kneel right where you need to. A wet sound as you rub your entrance with his tip.

You wish you could see him as he lets a long moan out at your slow slide down his erection. This time you do think he is close to wake up as his legs move behind you. Your hands rest on his chest as you get him fully inside you, your mouth wide open as how great it feels to have him inside you like this. He fills you perfectly, pulsating in need as his hands sounds like grabbing the bed here and there.

"Fuck what's going on ?" The masculine voice mumbles before moaning when you tighten your walls' grip around his shaft. "Oh fuck. Knew it."

"Hello my dear husband." You say shyly.

You roll your hips slowly to get accustomed at this position, shaky hands patting here and there on your bare skin to know exactly where you are. It doesn't take him long to find your breasts bouncing under his grasp as you start to move against him. You love him so much. You never get to feel bored in bed with him despite how often you do it.

"My Duchess." He cooes affectionately while pounding up with his hips to chase your entrance. "I knew you'd be curious."

"It feels good. Thank you for allowing me this." You chuckle now that any fear of tension vanished.

It does feel good indeed. Taking him by surprise is not common and this genuine approval arouses you even more. You love him, his body reacting to yours, his pleased sighs. Everything is perfect with him, so much that you lean on towards him, pressing your chest against his and you manage to plant a kiss on his forehead as you grind gently against him.

His hand runs through your hair, his other fingers searching your mouth. As you start to suck on them playfully he growls, fastening his pace between your legs do much that you have to hold to your bed not to lose your balance completely.

"Leto please." You mewl as you feel close already and clench your hands on the blanket. "Leto you should be the one begging..."

He shuts your mouth with a kiss now that he knows where your head is, his tongue taunting yours as you feel the bed creaking underneath. You do your best to maintain his rhythm with your hips, chasing your mutual release avidly despite your muscles burning.

"Come on my Duchess." He encourages you breathlessly. "I know you're already there."

You don't feel ashamed of coming already around him. He's talented, knows you by heart in bed. It's a privilege to have such a good partner in your life and you repeat his name several times as you sit back on him, your head turned to the ceiling as his hand are back at exploring your body. He grabs your asscheeks firmly to keep you in place as his hips keep harassing yours, the sounds of his flesh hitting yours seemingly louder than what they are in reality until he freezes and sighs.

"See ?" He chuckles as you try to catch your breath. "I knew you would find it fun."

"You were not wrong. I admit." You laugh when he starts to rub your burning skin. "It's never boring with you, I give you that as well."

"Neither it is with you. I hope the foreplay part was good for you as well."

"Good too."

You try to leave your Duke but he has other plans, remains buried deep in you before rolling you to the side until pinning you to the mattress, his hips grinding purposefully between your spread legs trying to lock around his waist.

"I love doing it in the dark. That's hot to hear and feel you like that." He moans as you rub his strong arms. "I guess you're the one responsible for my dream huh ?"

"Maybe." You sigh as you relax under his care. "Maybe my love. Right there please right there."

He kisses your forehead gently, his muscles heating up again under his motions.

"I thought you came already." You mewl.

"I did. And I want more of it with my beloved wife. I love you and we still have this kid to make. Let's give ourself another chance."

"All the chances you want honey, take them all as many times you want." You coo.

It doesn't take long this time either for the both of you and it sounds the end of it tonight despite another attempt from Leto.

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Thank you for reading, please comment and reblog if you liked it ! 😊

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[joaquinwhorres]

gazes (joaquín torres x reader)

SUMMARY ››››› It's become increasingly apparent to Sam and Bucky that you and Joaquin cannot take your eyes off each other. Unfortunately for them, you two have decided to be Professionals and that means keeping your eyes, hands, and lips to yourselves. No matter how difficult it is.

WORD COUNT ››››› 3,716

WARNINGS ››››› sexy times implied

A/N ››››› Ok so these headcanons y'all have been sending me are incredible. I read these two back to back and I just had to write something connecting them.

The kid had no tact.

Sam wasn't exactly sure why he expected more from the guy who'd led into his theory that Steve was on the moon by referencing vague internet rumors, but even despite that, he'd assumed Joaquin possessed some sense of subtlety.

Instead he was over at the leg press trying and failing not to stare at Y/N as she bent over at the middle to help Bucky push deeper into the stretch.

"You know she could hit you with a harassment claim for staring at her like that."

Joaquin jumped, the weights dropping suddenly with a loud clang. Across the gym, Bucky laughed as Y/N whipped around to face the two men. "Everything ok?" Her voice sounded genuinely concerned, and Sam couldn't help but smirk as Joaquin turned towards her, giving a little wave.

"Foot slipped," he answered, and she nodded, turning back to Bucky quickly.

"Foot slipped," Sam mocked.

"Dude, you scared the shit out of me."

"If you paid half the amount of attention you give to Y/N to your surroundings, you'd have known I'd been standing here for three minutes."

Joaquin gave a defensive scoff. "I wasn't staring at her--I was just--" he stopped, searching for an excuse, and Sam raised his eyebrows.

When it was clear Joaquin couldn't find a convincing enough lie to end the sentence, Sam shook his head. "You know, if you talk to her, she might actually let you take her out."

"I talk to her," Joaquin protested.

Sam shook his head, uncrossing his arms. "No, I mean talk to her. Chat her up. You've gotta have some game, right?"

"I've got game..." His sentence trailed off as he turned to look in her direction, finding her standing over Bucky's feet with her hands on her hips. "But like, we're co-workers, you know? I don't want to make things awkward around the gym or the compound or anything."

"Joaquin," Sam said, laying a hand on his shoulder. "You're already making things awkward."

"He's staring at your ass again."

"And you're trying to get out of stretching again," you quipped, moving Bucky's leg closer to his chest. The super soldier tilted his head as if to acknowledge the legitimacy of your accusation.

"Doesn't change the fact that I think you're about to give him a heart attack."

"I highly doubt he's worried in the slightest about my ass. He's probably zoned out."

"He's definitely focused in...on--"

"On my ass," you finished, shaking your head. You might have given Bucky's claim a little more credence if it weren't for the fact that Joaquin Torres had been anything but the consummate professional towards you. He was friendly and upbeat and welcoming, and one of the few genuinely good guys you'd ever had the pleasure of working with.

You'd never caught him staring once, and it's not like the boy was exactly known for subtlety. Last time Bucky had asked him to cover for him so you couldn't come down and teach him the right way to train his body, he'd told you that Bucky had left the compound to get you a thank you gift for all of your hard work. All while staring at the gym door.

The heavy sound of weights falling against each other echoed throughout the gym, and you spun around to face the sound. Sam hovered over Joaquin's shoulder, the latter no longer working the leg press but instead looking as if he'd just received the scare of his life.

Bucky broke into laughter, and you smacked at his leg.

"Everything ok?" you called out, and Joaquin smiled, giving a sheepish little wave at you. "Foot slipped."

"It's a good thing he wasn't at the bench press. You might have killed him."

Your head snapped back to Bucky who was giving you a shit eating grin.

"You're an asshole."

"I'm right."

"Do you think if I ask nicely Wakanda will take you back?"

"So you know I'm right."

You chanced a glance back at Joaquin who was still talking to Sam before turning back around and placing your hands on your hips. "I'm calling Ayo."

You were running early.

Not to any event in particular, but just for the general course of your day. It was rare for you to wake up to your first alarm so completely refreshed, and with a fully awake brain, you found it much easier to navigate the morning. You were able to get dressed without crawling back in bed for a few more minutes, and didn't have to battle with sleepy indecision when choosing what you wanted to eat for breakfast.

One thing after another just continued to roll your way, leading you to the gym much earlier than usual.

And that's where the luck stopped.

Or maybe it didn't stop. But it definitely took a turn. Because while you fully expected someone else to be in the gym already, you hadn't expected just one person to be in the gym. And even if you had, you wouldn't have guessed that that one person would be Joaquin. And if, for some reason, you'd had the foresight to sense that, you definitely never would have pictured him to be running on the treadmill shirtless.

You stopped in your tracks, eyes falling to the bouncing dog tags on his chest and then lower to the well defined abs you'd somehow never seen before.

It felt like you'd seen just about every man in this compound shirtless. At some point, they all seemed to strip in the gym or during one of your group training classes you ran for those who weren't field agents. Bucky was shirtless half the time you worked together. It was so normal, you hardly even blinked an eye anymore. Seeing Sam without a shirt was more rare and quite the sight, but it'd never caught your breath quite like seeing Joaquin. Joaquin, who had never so much as worn a tank top in the gym, Joaquin.

And now here he was, chest bare and heaving, feet pounding rhythmically against the treadmill, hair still messy from his pillow and sweat. Your brain couldn't seem to function correctly, offering you images of the sight before you, only closer. Much closer. Hovering inches over your stretched out body as the headboard behind you rammed into the wall with the force of each thrust--

"Hey," Joaquin greeted, noticing you standing off to the side. You blinked, heat rushing to your face as he turned the treadmill down to a more leisurely pace. "Something wrong with my form?"

It was tempting to lie and offer to "help him fix it." Or to be completely honest and tell him you'd never seen a human form as perfect as his.

But neither of those responses were professional or even appropriate, and you needed this job.

You swallowed, shaking your head. "No, I was just wondering why you were wearing those," you said, gesturing to his dog tags, and allowing your eyes to fall to his chest once more. You followed a bead of sweat as it rolled down his body, heading to the waistband of his shorts. Joaquin reached to touch his tags, causing them to jingle together once more and pull your attention up to him.

"It's hard to let them go," he smiled, ruefully, hitting the button so the belt slowed even more. "I'd say it's a habit, putting them on, but at this point they're just like a part of me."

You nodded, wishing you'd taken this conversation anywhere but to the idea of dog tags and what they stood for. It wasn't so much a mood killer but a guilt inducer because instead of you feeling embarrassed and somber, all you wanted to do was grab them and pull him closer to you.

He must have read the conflict on your face because he gave a crooked smile. "Yeah, sorry, it's kinda morbid."

"No," you shook your head, clearing it of the daydream induced fog. "I probably shouldn't have asked."

"No, nah, it's cool," his smile grew into grin, as the belt came to a stop. He leaned his forearms against the console, staring at you as if waiting for you to continue the conversation. Which you were not equipped to do with a smiling and shirtless and sweaty Joaquin Torres right before you.

"Well, thanks for being cool about it," you said with a nod.

My God, something was wrong with you. They were just abs. And sure, maybe the abs belonged to the man who not only found the time to moonlight as a superhero but star in your increasingly dirty dreams of late, but it was just a body party that you'd seen a million times.

But never on Joaquin.

You blamed everything your brain was doing to you on Bucky and all of his stupid comments about Joaquin's supposed fixation on your ass. You wondered what he would say if he could see you now. "And I thought I was half machine. I could practically see your brain short circuiting." or "If that's what you're like when you see him half-naked, how are you ever going to--"

"Yeah, of course," Joaquin said, still smiling, his eyes lifting up over your shoulder as the other door to the gym opened and Sam came in. "Hey," he greeted with a jerk of his chin.

"Hey," Sam said, drawing closer, his eyes on you. You forced a smile on to your own face, and lifted a hand, not trusting anything that was coming out of your mouth.

"You're here early," the other man said, stepping onto the treadmill next to Joaquin's, and putting his water bottle down next to the machine.

Both of them were looking at you now, and it's not like you could handle staying in this gym any longer. "I came down looking for my water bottle. I think I left it here yesterday."

Sam raised his eyebrows glancing around the gym, and Joaquin stepped down off of the machine. "Do you want help looking for it?" he asked, and your whole body seemed to tense up at the idea, your brain transporting you to a future scenario where the two of you wandered around the room, Joaquin next to you or behind you, so close you could feel the heat radiating off of him, all the while searching for a water bottle that was sitting on your dresser.

"No." Your voice came out too high, but you tried to play it off, shaking your head. "I've already interrupted your workout enough. It's either by the weights or not in here."

"Alright," he nodded. "If you need any help looking around the compound though, let me know."

"Thanks," you said. And then you gave another stupid wave and beelined it for the weight racks because you had to get out of here.

You made a show of looking next to each section of weights, even bending over to check underneath of them as if it could have been knocked under somewhere. After you felt an appropriate amount of time had passed to be convincing, you straightened up, empty handed. You turned back to Joaquin and Sam, both watching you rather than continuing their workouts as you might have hoped.

"Not here," you called back with a shrug and then left the gym and headed straight up to your shower.

He was nothing if not predictable.

The minute Y/N bent over to check behind the weight rack, his eyes were glued to her. Or perhaps more accurately, the bright teal spandex shorts she wore. As she pulled herself back up from searching for her water bottle and turned to them, Joaquin quickly looked to Sam as if the two had been talking the whole time and then "casually" returned to her.

"Not here!" she said, shrugging and then walking out of the gym, her footsteps quick and purposeful as she left through the door Sam had just entered by.

"So, what'd I interrupt?"

Joaquin looked up at Sam as if remembering he was there. "What?"

"You know, when the two of you were sitting by this machine making eyes at each other? Did you actually say anything to her or….?"

Joaquin shook his head. "No, she just came in and, uh, we chatted for a second, and then…" he trailed off, as if not fully remembering any of the past ten, twenty, however many minutes.

"You just chatted," Sam repeated, the disbelief on his face edging into his voice.

"Yeah," Joaquin nodded.

"Anywhere in this chat you finally ask her out?"

"Nah, it didn't feel right."

"It didn't--she was practically taking off the other half of your clothes with her eyes," Sam sputtered, gesturing to Joaquin's shorts.

The kid laughed and shook his head as if Sam didn't know what he was talking about. Joaquin moved to exit the gym as well. "I'll see you later, man," he said, leaving a very exasperated Sam behind.

Bucky Barnes was a motherfucking liar.

"Let's grab a drink on Friday," he said.

"Consider it me making it up to you for being such a pain in your ass," he said.

"I'll buy," he said.

Mothefucker.

This wasn't just you and your favorite co-worker getting a drink. This was a goddamn set up. Because one hour and three mojitos into the night, Sam and Joaquin walked in the front door.

"I fucking hate you," you said, glaring up at his stupid smug face.

"Well, what a surprise, he grinned, as you shook a finger up at him.

"I told you in confidence I'm a flirty drunk."

He snorted, giving you a look out the side of his eyes. "You told me you were a flirty drunk after you sent me several highly inappropriate drunk text messages about what you wanted to do to a certain Lieutenant, who," the self-satisfied smile was back on Bucky's face. "Is making his way over to us right now."

"When I get home, I swear to God, I'm buying you a ticket to Wakanda."

Bucky quirked an eyebrow. "You're not going to do it now?"

"I didn't bring my credit card because you said you were paying," you huffed.

Before Bucky could respond, Sam and Joaquin were next to the two of you, greeting Bucky with hand slaps and one armed hugs. Sam came around and wrapped an arm around you first before sliding into the seat next to Bucky, and Joaquin came forward, giving you a quick hug.

Which was a first.

More than the feeling of his back underneath your palm, or the way he seemed to emanate warmth, you were done in by how absolutely incredible he smelled. But before you could fully identify whether it was his shampoo, a cologne, or just him, he pulled away and took the only other available seat near the group--the one next to you.

"I see you started without us," Sam said, raising his eyebrows at the assortment of glasses that sat before you. Most of them were Bucky's as he downed beers faster than should have been humanly possible.

"Hard drinker, huh Y/N," Joaquin teased, shooting you a smile.

"Pfft," you dismissed. "Only three are mine."

"Three?" Sam asked, leaning forward to better look at you. "How long have you been here?"

"An hour," you said, completely unnecessarily leaning forward too.

Bucky shrugged. "I got the time wrong."

"Guess we better catch up then," Joaquin said, and you sank back into your chair, narrowing your eyes at him in challenge.

"If you can."

They did.

You were outpaced fairly quickly against the two soldiers and one super soldier. The rum-induced fuzziness around the edges of your brain was compounded by having Joaquin so close to you. At some point he'd pulled his chair a bit closer to yours so that he could better hear the conversation, and you don't remember when it happened, but his arm had also slid around the back of your chair. To your relief neither Bucky nor Sam seemed to acknowledge this. In fact, Bucky was positively quiet and normal all things considered. Everything was going better than you could have expected.

Until the music kicked up.

Sam was the first to be dragged onto the dance floor. He was Captain America. Of course he'd been targeted by the stunning girl in the red dress who'd only had to come up and ask "Does Captain America dance?" to succeed in pulling him off to the dance floor.

Bucky was next. Although he wasn't tugged onto the dance floor by his hand the way Sam was. It was the sight of the person in the tight black number that did him in, luring him away to the dance as if drawn by a magnet.

And then it was you and Joaquin, sitting at the bar. Alone. Together.

You looked up from your drink, pushing the straw down into the ice to stir up the clinking sounds, and he took a swig of his beer before putting the bottle back down on the bar.

"Alright, let's dance," he said, nodding with his head towards the crowd, and you let out a disbelieving snort.

"I don't know how to dance. I mean, I can dance," you attempted to clarify, although you had a feeling words were failing you at the moment. "But that's real dancing, and I can't do that."

"I guess you're lucky you have a really good teacher asking you to dance then," Joaquin grinned, holding out a hand. You looked down at his open palm, hesitating only for a second before you slid your hand into his and jumped down from your chair.

He led you out through the moving bodies expertly, dodging couples who were clearly more into the dancing than each other and couples where the complete opposite was true. The small bit of space he found you was closer to the center of the dance floor than you'd usually feel comfortable with, but when he turned towards you with that look on his face, any of your residual anxiety had vanished.

"Ok, come close," he said, and you took a small step closer to him, causing him to laugh. "Closer." He gestured, and you moved forward some more, Joaquin's hands finding their way to your hips and pulling you even closer. His hands rose, one finding its way to your mid-back, pushing your elbow up to rest on his, as the other took your hand and placed it over shoulder.

"This ok?" he asked, eyebrows raised, and you nodded, trying to keep your attention on him, his instructions and his words, and not the way that you could feel just about every part of him from the way he was angled against you. His right side was flush against your left, and his knee pushed between yours.

"Just follow me," he said, his head bent close to yours. Before you could even respond, he started to move, pulling you along with him through the dance. It was smooth and rolling and you'd never seen a guy able to roll his hips like Joaquin. He seemed to know exactly how to guide you, moving his body to push and pull yours along whenever you hesitated or felt lost, coaxing waves and movements out of you that you didn't know you could do. Each success was met with a small word of praise and a brilliant smile, as his hands shifted to hold you closer, and you wrapped your own hand around his neck to better feel and predict his movements.

It felt as if a fog had rolled in over the dancefloor, obstructing all else from view so it was just you and Joaquin, eyes locked to each other as you moved together, occupying the same space.

The song faded into the next one, and Joaquin stopped. You went to move backwards, to give him space and have him move on as many other of the more skilled dancing couples seemed to do, switching partners amongst each other. But he kept you close to him, hand sliding down to your waist.

"Now you can really dance," he teased, his eyes shining as they stared into yours.

"Only with you." It was supposed to be a self-deprecating joke, but it came out too quiet and earnest. Joaquin licked his lips, and your eyes followed the gesture, flickering between his mouth and his eyes.

You don't remember making the decision. You only remember, moving even further into his arms, and pushing yourself up to reach his lips with your own. He bent down to meet you, pulling you even closer and pressing his hard body into yours. His lips moved as slowly and sensually as his hips had, drawing you in and guiding you through a careful rhythm that promised much, much more.

Sam sat with Bucky at the bar. Joaquin and Y/N had disappeared somewhere amongst the dance floor, hidden amongst the crowd.

"You think it worked?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow at Sam.

"If it didn't we're screwed," Sam shook his head, taking a swig from his drink.

As if on cue, the two emerged from the swaying bodies, hand in hand, sweaty and much happier than they had been when Sam had left them at the bar.

"We're gonna head back to the compound," Joaquin said with practiced casualness.

"Yeah?" Bucky asked, and Sam swore there was mischief literally glinting in his eyes.

"Yeah," Joaquin nodded too fast and too many times. "Yeah, Y/N forgot about something there…"

"What'd you forget?" Bucky asked, turning to Y/N with a wolfish smile.

"Nothing. We're going to have sex," Y/N said, flatly, causing Sam to nearly spit out his drink. "And if you say one more word, I know a pilot who will fly you to Wakanda himself. No ticket needed."

Bucky mimicked zippering his lips into a smug look, and she rolled her eyes before tugging Joaquin out of the bar by his hand. And he followed. Eyes glued to her ass.

[latenightdislyte]

Sick Day (SFW) Jacob x Reader

Notes: This was originally named Personal Heater, but ya know. Now enjoy a caring Jacob.

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A comfortable warmth flowed through me as my mind began to awaken. I continued to lay with my eyes closed not wanting to move and ruin it. I had been so exhausted and out of sorts last night that I almost didn't do my nightly routine and usually when I'm that tired I sleep like a rock and regret it. But this morning was pleasant and comfortable. I didn't want to get up.

I snuggled into bed even more, enjoying it, when I noticed a weight on my waist. I thought it was one of the cats curled up at my side, but when I moved my hand down I was not met with soft fur. Instead I was met with soft fabric and a solid limb. The moment my mind registered the arm wrapped around me I shot up and quickly darted over to the opposite wall, steadying myself on it, feeling very light headed, and facing the intruder.

An exasperated and relieved sigh passed my lips. "God damn it Jacob. You scared the shit out of me." The intruding man stretched and yawned looking at me with a pout. "What's the big deal? Why'd you go and do that, I was having a nice nap." I glared at him half-heartedly. "I told you, I don't mind you hanging out here, just as long as you let me know before hand." He huffed and propped his head up on his hand, looking quite annoyed. "I did, you didn't pick up my calls or answer any of my messages."

I looked at him questioningly before making my way back to the bed, grabbing my phone from beside my pillow. Opening the home screen, it was like he said. There were 7 missed calls and over 20 texts from him. My expression softened as I read through all of the messages, they started at mild confusion to my unresponsiveness and quickly evolved into extreme concern for my safety. It made me feel bad, I didn't mean to worry him so much.

I sighed and looked at him apologetically. "Sorry, I didn't realize you were trying to get ahold of me. I must have already been asleep." His pout melted to worry, he laid his arm down and rested his head next to it. "Are you feeling alright? You didn't stir when I joined you and you feel warmer than usual."

I thought about last night, I was feeling very... unusual. Through out my entire shift I was the slightest bit light headed, very sleepy and extremely warm, often having to sit down for awhile to dispel some oncoming dizziness. I didn't take my temp when I got home though, I just got ready and went straight to sleep. Thinking about it made me realize how I felt currently.

After getting up and moving around the comfort I had felt previously was no more. My face had warmed, my stomach grew upset and my head began to feel out of sorts from being light headed a moment ago.

I groaned and flopped down on my pillow. "No, I guess I'm not feeling well. It started last night at work." Jacob sighed before pushing himself up and lazily crawling over me, stumbling in the process making me laugh lightly earning a playful glare from the serpent blessed man.

I could hear him rummaging through some cabinets in the kitchen, but didn't really pay much mind to it, he did this on occasion. *CRASH!!* Flinching, I sighed at the loud noise. Of course he would.

I pushed myself up, now sitting on the edge getting ready to stand, but Jacob came rushing in and refused to let me, pushing a thermometer in my hands. "Take your temp. I'll clean that up. It was just a glass." I rolled my eyes and laughed lightly as he made his way back into the kitchen.

Jacob returned a few minutes later, now without his jacket and with a glass of water and some medication. I lay back, sprawled out on the bed with the thermometer in my mouth, eyes closed. "Hey now," He nudged my foot. "No falling asleep just yet." He removed the thermometer and I sat up, taking the glass and meds from him.

"100.5!? Hope you don't have work today, cause you're staying here." I groaned in annoyance and looked at my phone. 12:26 pm. "I do have work today. My shift starts at 5pm. I've taken meds now and I'll rest up some more. I should feel better before I have to leave." "Nope." Jacob grabbed my phone and opened it, making his way out of my room. When he got my password, I have no idea. "Hey! What are you doing? Give it." I got up and started to follow him out, but he quickly turned around and ushered me back, setting me on the bed. He had the phone pressed to his ear. "Jacob! No!" He grabbed my arm as I reached for my device and held it "Jacob. I'll be fine. I swear. There's no need for me to call in!" Apparently someone had answered his call as I was talking because he was no longer paying 100% attention to me.

"Hi, can I speak to the manager? It's about an employee of yours." "Do you have to word it that way?" I tried to snatch the phone with my free hand, but before I even got close he had let go of my arm and pressed his palm over my mouth, pushing me back to lay down on the bed and straddled my abdomen. I grabbed his arm and playfully glared at him.

Suddenly his attention was directed back to the phone.“Hey, I’m calling on behalf of one of your employees, (Y/N).” He returned my look with a triumphant smirk. Rolling my eyes, I let my arms drop in defeat. “Well, her shift is supposed to start at 5pm, but she won’t be able to make it. She’s running a fever over 100 degrees.” He paused for a moment. “Uh huh, of course, she’s right here with me. I’ll give her the phone.” He removed his hand from my face and held out the phone for me. I gave in, taking it from him. “Hello?” “Yeah, I just woke up not to long ago. I actually start feeling bad last night, but I just ignored it and worked through it.” “Yeah, that’d probably be best. I really wore myself out making that decision and am still running a fever so…” “Alright, thank you. See ya later.” I ended the call.

“You’re insufferable sometimes, ya know that.” “Your sick, someones gotta keep you from exhausting yourself.” He got up off of me and left the room once again. I resituated myself on the bed, laying down on my side, not even bothering to get back under the covers, getting ready to drift back to sleep when something cold and wet came into contact with my forehead.

I reached up and held the wet rag to my face as Jacob climbed over and laid behind me, snuggling into my back. A hand placed itself on my waist. “Get some sleep. I hope you feel better later.”

[julemmaes]

The One Good Thing

Rowaelin Month, Day Two

A/N: again, I'm gonna fail all my exams because of this stupid app, I'm sure. Also, I miss the off campus boys so much I kinda made Fenrys one of them and I love the idea of the tog men as hockey players so yeah, enjoy;)

Word count: 2,581

Aelin would have killed for a second of silence.

She daydreamed of that almost noisy quiet that makes you feel every deepest thought hidden in your brain that exists only at 3 a.m., when every soul is resting and cars can't drive around the campus. And there are no children screaming at the top of their lungs or parties going on all night long.

That was what she had been promised, the flyers she'd been handed during the open days, when she had come to visit the college.

That was how it was supposed to be.

Aelin had tried so many times to ask her upstairs flatmate to hold his Twitch live streams strictly in the afternoons or mornings when she wouldn't be home, but when Fenrys Moonbeam had first opened the door to his place, the girl had known immediately that she wouldn't be able to change his mind even by paying him.

Especially since his live streams were followed by such a large audience that Aelin couldn't even begin to understand how he had managed to build an empire so big in just under a month. Surely it had something to do with the long blond hair, different from her own but just as beautiful, and the arms covered in tattoos so colourful they blind you. They had their own charm. Add to the pile the fact that he was the goalie on the hockey team, and he was the perfect mix for the guy to marry.

From what their common friends had told her, he was already earning enough to afford an off-campus home, but that he liked the comfort the college dorm gave.

A comfort that Aelin, after three years in those filthy rooms and shared bathrooms, had yet to find.

When yet another howl of celebration at yet another victory that everyone expected pierced through his floor and her ceiling, nearly drilling her eardrums, Aelin gritted her teeth so hard that for a moment she feared they might shatter.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to whisper, "Shut," failed miserably to keep her tone under control and shrieked the second word, "up!"

A booming laugh rang out upstairs and a millisecond later a message lit up her phone screen.

From Lys: Girl, maybe you should take a chill pill, I heard you on the live stream. Are you still studying?

She tossed the phone to the side, pulling her hair up and pinning it back with a pencil.

"Fuck off." she muttered under her breath.

Lysandra was one of the few in their group of friends who never missed a Fenrys broadcast. Whether it was at eleven at night or five in the morning, she was always one of the first to join in.

Aelin often wondered if she was just doing it because Fenrys was helping her sponsor her YouTube channel, but then she remembered that Lysandra would do the same for all her friends.

She got out of bed, taking all her books and notes in her arms, pen in her mouth and holding her phone between her pinky and ring fingers. She threw open the door to her room and found herself facing a wall of muscle, slamming into her roommate's chest.

Rowan's hands snapped forward and kept her from falling backwards and when Aelin looked up at his face, she almost lost her balance again.

His face was sleepy, only one eye open as he suppressed a yawn. The imprint of the pillowcase on his cheek just another sign that he had already been sleeping.

"Are you okay?" he asked her in a hoarse voice, stepping back and letting her through, "I heard you screaming. I was coming to check on you."

Aelin grimaced, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

He shook his head, moving a hand in mid-air, "Don't worry about it." then his gaze snapped to the ceiling as another laugh from Fenrys cut through the thin material dividing their quarters. He frowned, lowering his gaze back to her, and it was at that moment that he noticed the books in her arms.

If possible, his frown deepened even more.

He closed his eyes, gently grabbing her wrist and leaning against the wall behind him, pulling her towards him.

Aelin let herself be tugged, arranging the books so that they didn't poke at either her or him in that uncomfortable hug, but she positioned her head against his chest, letting his fingers expertly massage the nape of her neck.

"Baby." he sighed into her hair. Her toes curled.

It had only been a few weeks since they had decided to start dating, a few weeks since Rowan had confessed to having feelings for her. They had exchanged a few kisses in secret from their friends, wanting to enjoy that first phase of their very fresh relationship in privacy. They hadn't done anything too steamy yet, and Aelin had more than agreed with his decision to take it slow, but one thing Rowan hadn't held back in the slightest from the first second she'd agreed to go out with him had been the pet names he'd given her whenever they were in the safety of their dorms.

Baby was definitely her favourite.

His hands slid lower, down her back, and she looked up, resting her chin on his chest and fixing her eyes in his. His gaze softened, still clouded with sleep. "You shouldn't be studying at this hour."

Aelin grunted, smacking her forehead against his chest, "But I have a test tomorrow."

Rowan sighed again, pushing her away and taking the books from her arms. "Precisely why you should be sleeping." He walked towards the common room, speaking softly and hoping Lorcan wouldn't hear them. They both knew their roommate suspected something, but he didn't have enough worries in the world for him to actually give a shit about their possible relationship, and they also knew he would never say anything to anyone. Maybe to Elide, but neither of them would bet on it. "I left you alone tonight because you needed to rest, not stay up until morning melting your brain."

She followed him like a lost dog, dragging her feet on the ground, finally feeling that visceral fatigue get the better of her.

"I can't leave the study half done."

Rowan dropped the books on the table, turning around just in time to block her before she bumped into him again and slipped the pencil out of her mass of hair, letting it fall around her shoulders.

"You're not leaving the study half done," he told her as he rubbed her arms to keep her warm, "you've spent the last five weeks studying this stuff and I'm sure you know it like the abc. You need a break." he told her.

Aelin looked up at him from under her lashes, a little annoyed that that was true, but completely distracted by the lines his fingers were drawing on her arms. She took a deep breath through her nose, puffing out her chest and thrusting out her breasts, catching the attentive gaze of her almost-boyfriend for a nanosecond.

He smiled wearily at her, "Are you sleeping in my bed tonight?"

Aelin just nodded and took both of his hands, pulling him down onto her. Rowan squinted his eyes and placed his lips on hers in a quick, chaste kiss. She hummed in satisfaction as his hands slid under her bottom and wrapped around her thighs, pulling her up. She tied her legs around his hips and rested her head on his shoulder as Rowan made his way into their tiny flat.

He lowered her onto the bed, pulling the blankets out from under her body and laying down beside her before covering them both. Aelin moved as close to him as she could, pressing her back against his chest and her butt against his crotch, tangling their legs together.

Rowan's arm wrapped around her waist as the other slipped under her head and his hand found hers under the pillow.

The second they were settled, every bit of their bodies touching, Rowan left a soft kiss on her shoulder, pulling her even tighter against him.

She smiled weakly, in a drawling tone, "Thank you."

He hummed against her skin, "That's what I'm here for."

"Don't let me die around finals time?" she asked in a teasing tone.

Rowan chuckled softly, making her back shake, "Exactly."

Aelin tried to turn towards him, wanting to trace the pale freckles that were starting to sprout on his nose now that the days were getting longer and the sun kissed his cheek every afternoon, but his arms blocked her.

"No, it's not fair for you to be the big spoon every night. I'm fucking sick of it, I want to hold you today." he muttered, the chains of sleep already dragging him towards that blissful unconsciousness.

She huffed, stopping struggling against his grip, relaxing and feeling her muscles scream with pleasure after being tense for hours on end while she studied.

She hadn't realised she'd stayed up so long, but she was terrified of failing this last exam. If she failed it she would have to wait months before she could retake it and the idea of it was getting her down more than perhaps it should have.

She started thinking about the various questions the professors might ask her the next day, repeating the answers in her mind, closing her eyes as she thought.

"Baby," Rowan grumbled, "you're talking out loud."

She hadn't realised she was biting the cuticles around her nails until his hand came to rest on her arm, pulling her hand away from her mouth. He took a deep breath, helping her turn to face him.

When she looked up at him from under her lashes, she saw the way he was fighting sleep. And she felt terribly guilty. If she was having trouble sleeping the day before an exam, that didn't mean he had to stay awake for her too.

She was about to speak, tell him to close his eyes again and let her go into the living room so she could finish going over the last few pages and then return to his room, but he put his hand on her cheek and in a soft voice asked, "What's bothering you?"

She bit the inside of her cheek, shaking her head, "Nothing."

He tried to hold back a yawn again, but couldn't this time and Aelin's guilt grew immensely inside her. "If you tell me right now what's wrong, I could help you fix it sooner. And we could get at least three hours of sleep before we have to go to class." he pointed out in an exhausted tone.

She blinked once, twice, searching for the right words.

"It's Fen. If he'd stop playing so late every night-"

Rowan quickly cut her off, closing his eyes, almost as if he could no longer physically stay awake. "Ace, Fenrys never really bothered you. You've always managed to study and ignore it. What is it that's bothering you?"

Aelin let go of a shaky breath, "It's nothing, really. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

He only opened one eye, watching her carefully as she hid her face against his chest and wrapped her thin arms around his torso.

His hand began to slowly massage her back, "If we don't talk about this now I'll be up all night worrying."

She huffed, knowing full well how true those words were. For the love of the other, she began to ramble on about the real reason she hadn't been able to focus on the textbooks.

"I don't want to tell anyone we're together yet," she confessed under her breath.

Rowan opened both eyes then, fixing them on her and giving a small nod with his chin to keep her going.

"It's not that I don't want to tell the others," she said, referring to their closest friends, "but the second they find out, the news will become public knowledge and there are some people I really don't want to let that information get to."

He nodded, understanding perfectly who she was talking about.

"We don't have to tell anyone," he kissed her forehead, continuing to talk in that position, his lips brushing against her skin with every word he spoke, "it'll be our little secret for some time more, until we figure out how to get all the puck bunnies off our backs."

Aelin smiled, lifting her chin and kissing him.

Being the captain of the hockey team, Rowan didn't exactly go unnoticed on campus. Not many people approached him during the day, especially when Lorcan was at his side, knowing full well that they would receive nothing but a rude invitation to leave, but their friend couldn't spend his life attached to Rowan's hip, and the few times the two of them had gone out alone it had happened that a horde of fans had overwhelmed them. After those afternoons, Aelin had found herself the victim of not so nice threats from unknown numbers, as had happened to Lysandra when she had first started dating Aedion.

With Manon's help they had managed to track down the senders and Rowan had been unpleasantly surprised to discover that it was one of the girls he always partied with after the games. A girl he'd always considered a friend.

Rowan had taken all the blame, feeling responsible for those attacks on Aelin and it had taken months to convince him that he had no part in the insanity of others.

They'd started limiting the dates they went on as a pair, even when they were just friends, to prevent similar things from happening again, but Aelin felt trapped.

And she knew it was the same for Rowan.

She wished she could get a place off campus, where she could retreat with him, away from the prying eyes of the world, but it didn't seem right to bring up the topic of 'let's move in together' after not even three months of dating.

Rowan rested a hand on her cheek, moving a strand of hair behind her ear, "It'll be fine. And if anyone finds out and the threats come back, we'll do something about it."

She nodded, not entirely convinced and not at all reassured.

He knew instantly, "Aelin, whatever happens, I don't care what others think. I've waited years to finally have you. I've been on the sidelines all this time, watching you go on date after date with everyone and never with me-"

"You never asked," she mumbled in annoyance.

Rowan continued as if she hadn't spoken, "I would have preferred not to be the talk of the town all the time, but I'm not going to let public opinion take away the one good thing in my life."

She opened her mouth wide, "What about hockey?"

He shrugged, looking at her, "Hockey is just a sport."

"If Lorcan could hear you right now..." she shook her head.

"But Lorcan's not here. And you won't tell him," he made her silently promise.

They exchanged another brief kiss, before they carried on talking about all the worries she had and every word that came out of his lips acted as a sedative for her fears, killing one at a time, until she fell asleep in his arms, lulled by his soft breathing on her neck.

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[chaos-writes]

Spoiled! A Rikiya Yotsubashi x reader fic

Warnings: so basically the reader gets called "little one" a lot. Call it what you want, but it is not CG/L (at least the kink side of it. It is more or less the therapeutics of it). There is a lot of softness and tenderness, and there is a bath scene. Not s*xual, but a bath nonetheless. Slight angst. Lots of comfort. Reader has a job (anywhere, doesn't matter) and there are descriptions of physical pain. It is so comfortable and fluffy that I have literally fallen asleep writing it. Twice.

Word count: ~2k

"Hey Rikiya, I'm home!" He was sitting on his squishy armchair, in gym shorts and an undershirt, hair down and sleepily flipping through the newspaper. He turned to look at me and gave a lazy smile. "Hello, Little One." I just got home from a long day at work and could quite literally pass out. "My nerves are shot. I had such a bad day today." His smile faltered a little, concern beginning to nibble at his expression.

He gently laid the newspaper he was holding onto the coffee table in front of him and motioned for me to lay on the couch next to his armchair. He sat a soft pillow down on the end of the couch closest to him. I layed down on the leather couch and took a deep breath. He stroked my hair a few times before planting a kiss to my temple.

"I know how hard you have been working lately, my dear. I want you to understand that it won't go unnoticed by me. You deserve so much, Little One. Now... what can I do to help make you feel better?"

"I would love to just rest. I barely have any energy left and every customer that came by had such an attitude and my boss was so mean today and- and..." tears welled and bit the corners of my eyes hard as my voice began to crack. Rikiya slid off the armchair and kneeled by my side, turning me onto my side and hugging me ever so tightly.

He then pulled me up and sat on the couch, having me straddle his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. I was only able to get a small glimpse of the tears shining in the corners of his eyes before I was enveloped in a pair if strong arms and given a warm soft chest to rest my head and cry into.

He spoke softly into my hair, "It's all right, Sunshine. It's okay to cry. I want nothing more than to take all of that pain away from you." He went on and rocked side to side as I silently sobbed into the crook of his neck and sniffled. "You're allowed to have these big feelings and show that you're having them. You're allowed to take up space and express how you feel. Let it all out, darling. Everything is going to be okay."

He held me until I no longer sniffled, cooing at and comforting me. He continued to encourage me to relieve all my worries from my mind. After what felt like ages, I sat up and he carefully cradled my face in his hands. "Are you okay? Do you feel a little better now?" Rikiya's tears dried and stained his cheeks now. His eyes spoke a million words of sorrow and shined brighter than I have ever seen before. I reached up to wipe his cheeks as gently as I could and rested my hands on his chest as I spoke.

"Yeah. I feel better. I dont know what made me do that, normally I can handle it..."

"It's alright, Little One," He said. He caressed my arms and waist and spoke, "You were probably bottling it up without realizing. You know it's always okay to come to me to talk, alright?"

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you, too, baby. Let's get you something to eat. You must be so hungry after such a long day." My hands traveled from his chest to my stomach. It's true, I thought. I forgot to eat…

I climbed off of his lap as he sat up and unlocked his phone. He pulled up one of those food delivery apps and leaned closer to me. "What looks good? Ooh, I know! How about pho? I think some warm food is what you need."

"That sounds pretty good right now. Can we get seafood rolls too?"

"I was just about to ask if you wanted some. I love those things!" He giggled and smiled his dorky smile at me. I giggled back. He placed the order and typed in the information.

"You know we can split it, right, Rikiya?"

"Nonsense. Tonight is about you, Little One. Don't worry about money or having to pay for food. You've dealt with enough today." He kissed my forehead and closed his phone.

"What do you say we watch a movie while we wait for the food? Your pick." He turned on the TV and flipped through the subscriptions. "How about one of those Tim Burton movies you like?"

"Yeah! What about The Corpse Bride?"

"Of course Dear!" He smiled widely.

About a half hour later, our food arrived. He walked out the living room, answered the door and thanked the delivery person. He returned with two small bags, one for each of us.

I started to slide down the couch to sit at the table, but Rikiya stopped me. He grabbed a cushion from underneath the table and took my hand in his. He gently helped me down onto the cushion and set up my food for me.

We ate silently with the movie playing in the background. I noticed in my peripheral vision that Rikiya was smiling to himself and looking at me every time I paid more attention to the TV rather than my food. 

He started to play with my cheeks and hair and smiled. He gingerly kissed my cheek and. I giggled and quickly dipped my finger in the warm broth. I swiped it onto the tip of his nose and we laughed. 

After a few moments of silence, he grabbed onto my hand and gave a reassuring squeeze. In that moment I knew I was going to be okay.

I ate slowly and savored every bite and slurp of those noodles. They felt so wonderful finally filling up my empty stomach and they warmed me right up. I have never felt so relaxed. 

As the end credits rolled around, I started to pick up all of the trash left on the table and collected it in one of the takeout bags it all came in. I hummed along with the soundtrack of the credits and wasn't aware of my surroundings in the slightest. 

I heard Rikiya get up from the table and felt his warmth as he sat himself behind me so that I sat between his legs. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into a warm and comforting embrace. He nuzzled into the crook of my neck and pressed small, gentle kisses to my jaw and shoulder. I reached over and started rubbing and patting the side of his leg. 

We sat in a comfortable silence as the movie finally finished and embraced each other for a while. I leaned back into Rikiya. "Rikiya?" 

"Yes, Little One?"

"I'm starting to hurt again. The food and everything was able to distract me but now I need to actually relieve the pain..." 

"I have an idea. I'll run a warm bath for you and set up your favorite aromatherapy things. Does lavender sound good, Darling?"

"That sounds wonderful, Rikiya." I gave him a sleepy smile.

He helped me up slowly and sat me down on the couch. He grabbed a blanket off the armchair and draped it over me to keep me warm while he handled everything. He kissed my head ever so gently and got to work, walking to the bathroom and setting everything up. 

Rikiya laid everything out on the counter so it was reachable from the bathtub. Lavender and cedarwood lotion, gentle shampoo, conditioner, lavender bubble bath, and rosehip and lavender candles. He grabbed some fresh extra-soft towels out of the closet and prepared them to be thrown in the dryer about halfway through the bath. He poured the bubble bath, lit the candles, finished running the bath and dimmed the lights. It was sunset, so it was still light enough to be able to navigate the bathroom and the different products.

I was laying on the couch, dozing off, when I felt a pair of hands on my blanket. Then, one was interlocking beneath my knees and the other around my back. I lazily opened my eyes and looked up at my carrier. He cooed at me and smiled. 

"So precious, my Sunshine."

I yawned and reached up to pet his cheeks while we were on our way to the bathroom. Soon enough, he stepped through the doorway of the bathroom and gently and slowly stood me up on my feet. 

Rikiya held onto my arms gently and spoke earnestly, "If you're okay with it, I'd like to stay in here with you to make sure you get to relax fully. The last thing you need is to worry about washing. You're in pain." 

"Okay. No funny business, though," I giggled. He smiled and shook his head. "No. No funny business. I just want you to relax. You had a hard week as it is." 

I undressed and got ready to get into the bathtub. Rikiya grabbed my hand and helped me down into the warm, inviting bath. I slid down and took a deep breath. "Perfect. You're such a wonderful being. So precious, so valuable, you're worth it all Little One... everything."

"You have no idea how good of a boyfriend you are, Rikiya."

He… winced?

He spoke carefully, "Thank you, I really do appreciate that. But something just isn't quite right with the term… boyfriend."

"Oh… did you have something else in mind, then?"

"What about 'partner'?" He smiled and caressed my cheek gently.

"That's fine. As long as we're both comfortable, I guess." I played with the bubbles and swiped some on his hand. He laughed and we both fell into a comfortable, sleepy silence. 

He grabbed the stack of soft towels he put out earlier and ran them to the dryer. He came back as quickly as he left and went back to kneeling next to me.

"Alright," he said, reaching for the different bottles. "Time to start washing."

He grabbed a cup, filled it, and began wetting my hair with the water. He filled the palm of his hand with some shampoo and gently lathered and massaged it through my scalp. He smiled and kissed my forehead. He tilted my head back and poured the warm water over my hair to rinse, continuing to massage in between pours.

He cleaned my hair completely of suds and oil and went to work on conditioning. He gently combed the conditioner through and worked it into my hair before rinsing throroughly. Rikiya then grabbed a wash rag and rubbed some moisturizing body wash into it. He rubbed my arms and legs and back, and continued washing me to his standard of cleanliness.

I continued to play with the bubbles and talk to Rikiya as the water cooled down from how long the bath had been.

"You're spoiling me, Rikiya," I said, petting his hair and caressing his cheek and neck.

"Well, that makes two of us, then. I feel so spoiled just being around you." He smiled and lifted the drain plug. I smiled and yawned. "Let's get you dried off and in some warm pajamas, okay?

"Okay."

After he dried me off with a warm towel and pulled on my pajamas, he guided me along and walked me to bed, which has been made, and complete with a cup of chamomile tea and heating pad waiting for me. He picked me up and gently laid me down. He pulled the fluffy blankets over me, tucked me in, and kissed my forehead.

Rikiya turned on the lamp and turned the bedroom lights off. He tugged off his undershirt and gently climbed into bed by my side. "I love you so much darling. You are my world."

"I love you too, Rikiya."

[seospicybin]

excited for thinning 🤗🤗 any spoilers, sneak peeks, tiny little disclosures ???

BTW your sfw page being called notseospicy is hilarious 😭

THINNING is inspired by a reddit thread of "moment when your friend accidentally turn you on" and I read one that would make a good premise for a fic.

I'm feeling generous today so I'll share a little, just a little excerpt:

Your friends weren't the slightest bit surprised to see you drunk, it seemed like it's a natutal occurrence, a familiar view that they might have seen one too many times.

"Any one of you want a lift?" Chan offered after your friends helped him getting you inside the car.

"You'd better take her home. We'll share a taxi!" Your friend told him and went to hail a taxi from the side of the street.

It wasn't the first time either for Chan. Except that he could count for how many times he got to take you home drunk, this was his third time.

He knows what to do.

He'll drive you to his apartment, because you always insist on staying in his place after getting drunk knowing that he'll take care of you.

He would take you to the bathroom first, in case you feel sick and want to vomit, help you clean up as much as he can.

Out of habit, you always take your clothes off as you headed to his bed and Chan would hurriedly take one of his infinite supplies of black hoodie then put it on you.

"Thank you Channie," you mumbled with a sleepy smile then curled up on his bed, making you look like a small baby.

He brought a new bottle of water and put it on your side of bedside table. He took his shirt off and lay down next to you.

"Goodnight!" He muttered to the void because he thought you were sleeping and couldn't hear him. He turned off the lights and got under the duvet with you.

This also wasn't his first time sharing a bed a with you because both of you hate to sleep on the sofa. And if there was a big bed that fit for two people then why not?

"Chan..." you called him out in the dark, your voice slurred and heavy with drowsiness.

"Yeah?" he answered, looking up without nothing to see but the darkness.

"Who will take care of me when I come home drunk if you're away?" you sounded so sad when you said it.

It hit him right at that moment that he'll miss doing a lot of fun things with you.

All these years he has been friends with you, Chan realized that most of the fun he had in his life he did it with you and you were a part of it. It got him wondering if he'll feel any sort of loss when he's away from you.

"Then don't get drunk!" He suggested with a sneaky laugh.

You roughly pulled the duvet from his side as a protest to his reply. Chan tried to pull it back from you but you rolled yourself in the duvet, making it even harder for him to get it back from you.

He decided to cling to you like a koala to a tree trunk, making you yelped as he tightened his hands around you, hugging you like you are his comfort pillow.

It's going to be fluffy but spicy hehehe and maybe I'll add a little angst in it i don't know 😌

Anyway pls look forward to it!

Yes, bcs my brain is empty that's why my sfw blog is notseospicy 😂

F.

[sunseteyes]

FLUFFVEMBER DAY 30: KENMA KOZUME

prompt: random questions at 1am (prompts are by @jojosmilktea)

word count: 1,414 words | themes: gen!reader. comfort fluff? domestic! pre-established relationship

tags: @kacchanori @chickynn @todominica @sparkleswritings @brinthie @patricia-ceballos @giyuus-wife @bitchtrynafck @astrxrism @animatedarchives @deephasoceanmagic @strawberrysalwa @kawaiinishii @moonlightaangel @mrs-kuroojinguji @meliorist-midoriya @pandabobachan

rv: entirely self-indulgent. this is my routine at nightㄟ(￣▽￣ㄟ) plus, i first wrote this at 1am hehehe. also, if you guys want a song inspo listen to dreamy night by lilypichu it fits this fic so well!! also, thank you so much for supporting me all throughout my fluffvember! aaa i’m never doing anything like this again but instead maybe an event that posts every atleast 2 days?? heheh. i may have grew exhausted at least more than once but this was fun! please do look forward to my future events~ i love you all~ although speaking of kenma i’ll have an smau for him comin up!

✒︎ unspoken rule

kenma was sleeping when he heard the muffled noises that eventually became the cause of his consciousness, pulling him into the wake world with his eyes landing on you, your phone held up to your face as the light from the gadget reflected on your irises; eyes wide open, indicating that you have been focusing on whatever you were doing on the screen.

obviously from the sounds though, kenma could rule out that you were playing your favorite game—mobile legends, probably. he wasn't much of a fan of that game since he knows and likes the others more, but since it was the only game you and him mutually could play, he frequently lets you indulge him to play with you. he also knows that the only reason you might be playing as of the moment is because you couldn't sleep, just like usual.

however, his eyes were already giving up and he let the sounds from your game lull him again to sleep, pulling him in the dream world where his unconsciousness settles him in and tucks him in a fantasy that he might not even remember the moment he opens his eyes.

it was 1AM when he was awoken again, which was unlikely of him since he usually wakes up an hour after, and he'll play games from then on. despite that, he forced himself to stay awake when he sees your form, this time in front of your laptop, clearly working on something—probably a schoolwork or a tumblr post you would schedule to be published by tomorrow evening.

he sits up from the bed and he immediately wanted to lay back down again, his body urging him to. still, he raises up a hand to rub on his eyes, hoping to scratch away the sleepiness in his system.

he was half-asleep when he pulls himself to stand and sit on the empty chair next to you—the one he usually occupies whenever he's gaming or doing his livestreams. your chair will only rarely be occupied by you since you do your work outside, where you set-up your laptop and things to do on fresh air, also as a way to not be interrupted by the sounds his switch or keyboard produces whenever he plays.

every night though, is a different story.

kenma knows you are not much of a procastinator and usually does your schoolworks or stuff to do as early as possible—and he actually admires you for that. for him, you were one of the most responsible person he has ever met. however, you have a tendency to pressure yourself to do things as fast as possible, and kenma is here to support you, even if he has to sacrifice one hour of his sleep just to accompany you in your work.

he didn't have to peak on your laptop screen and just pushed his chair next to you, presumably a natural move of his—which it is, anyway. he then raises both of your hand rests so that he can settle himself beside you and lean his head on your shoulder, letting his eyelids close as you merely continued typing away from your laptop.

this is not actually the first time you've attempted to stay up late while doing your schoolworks or other things that could only keep you busy. that's why this is also not the first time he has done this for you and these moments just comes by, as if it was part of your daily routine.

"what are you working on again?" came out kenma's voice, soft and slurred from the drowsiness, but still clear enough for you, who was only inches away from him. he feels you halt your movements, and probably looks at him sideways for a second before continues on with your work.

"i have this event that i'm working on. i was supposed to do this last week but i got piled up by my schoolworks. you should sleep on the bed, ken. aren't you uncomfortable in this position?"

"i'm not," he says almost instantly, situating his head further onto your shoulder. "are you?"

"no, it's fine." there was a pleasantry in your voice that even when his eyes were closed, he knew you were smiling. "this actually feels nice. thanks for accompanying me again."

kenma on the other hand, barely had energy left to form a reaction, but he was still able to speak and mutter out words, nonetheless.

"ask me questions, (y/n). i might fall asleep if you don't."

"hm? isn't it better if you sleep instead? it's alright, y’know. i know you're tired."

"i'm not,” his brows curl and furrow in the slightest, "-just keep me from falling asleep."

"okay, alright, alright." you chuckle lowly, your energy depleted all the same, but seemingly still in a fair mood. he notices you stop your typing and you were humming, as if thinking and pondering deeply.

"what's your moon sign?"

"what's that?" kenma's eyes flufter and he sees you typing away again.

"like-your sun sign in the zodiac is libra right? the moon sign is the sign that you truly are deep inside of you." you say, despite being preoccupied. you're good at multi-tasking like that.

"i don't know what you're talking about." his eyelids closes again as he says the word "next"

"okay, uh-if me and kuroo are drowning, who would you save?"

"you," he says, not even thinking about it. "kuroo knows how to swim and you don't. besides, i'm sure kuroo would be the one saving you before he could even drown."

you let out a chuckle, probably grinning wide despite the straight-up insult he just gave.

"yeah, i think so too. your lazy ass would be ordering kuroo to save me instead, that's what."

he removes himself from your shoulder and opens his eyes to weakly glare at you, a pout on his lips that you had to laugh when you glanced at him sideways.

“what? it’s true.” you giggled and he eventually makes his way back to your shoulder, his silky hair tickling the sides of your face.

"how long are you going to stay up anyway? i'd have to play a game in a few later." he mumbles under his breath, his eyelids probably sliding shut with its desire to sleep.

your typing stops and your head turns his way once again, a hand along its way to reach for his hand, squeezing it ever so gently, "i told you, you could take a nap now. i'd just wake you up later when it's 2 AM."

your reassurance seems to have proven its worth when he lets out a breath that resembles one of a scoff, snuggling a little more on your shoulder, making himself more comfortable.

"head on to the bed, ken. you'll have a stiff neck if you sleep like that."

"i won't."

"hm?" you resumed typing, your focus divided upon kenma and what you were doing previously. you're so used in multitasking, but since you were far more concerned with his well-being, your fingers couldn't even find a way to work out anything with how your mind seemingly can’t form the thoughts you wanted it to do so.

"i won't, i'll stay here. just wake me up on time." he mutters as he drifts off, his breathing stabilizes and his form going slump next to you.

without noticing yourself, a corner of your lip curling up as the words to your work began to come back on your mind, your fingers working its way to type on your computer. you found a little bit of comfort in defiance of the stiffness and exhaustion of your muscles, trying your best not wake the other.

with him there, it was enough. with him beside you, it’s more than just enough.

thus you continued to work, with thoughts of how you’d sleep on kenma’s lap while he’s gaming a little bit later the moment he wakes up. just like usual, even in the difference of your waking states, you two still kept each other company.

despite having no conversation or obligation to do so, it became like an unspoken rule to keep the other from feeling lonely. because even in the darkest of nights and the brightest of days, you're there for him, and he's there for you.

and that alone was enough to go through the day, even at 1AM, where everyone else was sound asleep. at least, you have kenma here, right beside you.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

Pairing: Dabi x villain!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, non-con, stalking, mentions of human experimentation, non-consensual drug use, lots of swearing.

Words: 1841.

Summary: Running away from the lab where you had been experimented on for years, you have no choice but to join the League of Villains to escape from the government. Of course, you don’t expect things to go smoothly, especially when one mutilated son of a bitch just can’t leave you alone.

P.S. I’ve suddenly remembered Rogue who had been my favorite character once; the heroine’s Quirk is partly based on her ability.

My dear @navegandoaciegas​, this is my first attempt at writing Dabi. Hope you’re going to enjoy reading it ❤

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"Fuck, how much can you drink at once, birdie? Ain't you scared to pass out in a place full of men?"

Oh God, it was that smug bastard again. For the past couple of days Dabi couldn't get off your back for a full damn minute.

"Men? Here?" You opened your eyes and raised an eyebrow at the man whose face was right above yours as he leaned on the back of the couch where you laid. "I see just a couple of kids and one burnt corpse who can never fucking shut up."

"Oh? Wanna see how well can a burnt corpse fuck you up?"

Always up to a challenge. You rolled your eyes at his obvious display of hostility despite the fact he'd most definitely lose against you. Besides, Shigaraki would barely enjoy you two ruining the League's hideout, and upsetting that asshole ready to go berserk any moment certainly wasn't one of your priorities.

"Just go fuck yourself, would you? I'm not in the mood to bark at you."

"Well, then don't. I didn’t come here for that, actually."

This was something new. He suddenly became calm as you studied his grotesque mutilated face inches away from yours. Your expression didn’t betray any emotions either since you weren't shocked or disgusted by the way Dabi looked: you've seen worse in the laboratory, and repulsive things had long stopped looking repulsive to you.

"What are you here for, then?" You asked him, trying to remember if you finished that second bottle of sake or not. Since the time you accidentally got one of those useless Quirks, you couldn't get drunk anymore - now strong alcohol only made you sleepy.

"I've always wanted to ask why the fuck are you wearing these." Dabi pointed out to the black leather gloves laying on the coffee table in front of you, and you rolled your eyes again. One more useless question.

"In this team of no-brainers you're the last person I expected to ask me this question." Groaning, you moved up a little to take more comfortable position and stared at the man above you intensely.

"Don't you want to gather as many Quirks as possible? If so, why wearing gloves when you can only get a Quirk through touch?"

You were close to snapping at him, and it certainly made Dabi look even more smug.

"Who the fuck do you think I am, a garbage bin?" You barked wishing you could teleport the bastard somewhere to Hawaii. "I only take Quirks I need, and it isn't easy to find those in that damp of useless abilities regular citizens have. Besides, some Quirks are quite dangerous for their owners and I'd prefer them not existing at all. You, of all people, should already get that, Pretty Face."

He smiled at you, but you saw his hollow eyes sparkling dangerously at your last remark, and you felt his body emanating heat he could turn into his famous blue flames within a second. Nasty shit, that what's you thought of his Quirk. Who on Earth would want anything like that? You doubted anyone but a true psychopath could really appreciate something as fucked up as Dabi's ability to burn anything and anyone, himself including. You definitely didn't want to use his Quirk despite already taking it as almost all of those belonging to the League of Villains. It wasn't intentional, though.

"You'd better start watching your mouth, birdie. You ain't back in the lab." His smile grew wider as he saw your expression darkening at the mention of the lab.

Fucking son of a bitch. You bet he'd go insane during the first month being locked up there.

"Huh, calm down, dear. I think it's better we get along."

You sent him a glare wishing you could throw his overconfident ass out of the window. Dabi loved messing with fucking everyone, Shigaraki included, but he was still a valuable member of the team. Killing him would do you no good.

Showing him your middle finger, you put your head on the pillow and took the half-empty bottle of sake. Thank goodness you didn't finish it. You hoped Dabi would vanish by the time you were done.

You spent a few minutes in complete silence as the man kept leaning on the couch and watching you drinking while you did your best trying to relax. Why the Hell was Dabi stuck here with you? Didn't he have any other things he should be doing now? Was he here to get under your skin even more? Shit, you just wanted to be left alone. You wanted it since the time they brought you to the lab, but since then somebody had always been getting on your nerves one way or the other.

"Seriously, what do you want from me?" You grunted as you opened your eyes again and stared at Dabi's face. "You wanna take the couch or what? I ran out of sake if you're here for it."

There was that smug smile again. Saints, the guy had been creeping you out with his long intense stares for quite some time, but today he was even less bearable than usual. He definitely wanted something from you, and the feeling was making you uneasy.

"You wanna hook up, birdie?"

You thought you were gonna choke on air when you heard him saying that. What? Seriously? Did he hurt his head so bad last time heroes attacked? So, that was the meaning of those stares, then? He thought you were the one he could stick his dick in. Wincing from the thought like from a toothache, you squeezed your eyes shut. The guy was clearly mad.

"Are you out of your mind? Why would I want to hook up with anyone?" You huffed with irritation and realized Dabi was having way more fun than you.

"Don't tell me you're actually a virgin."

"You think I can be a virgin with the life I'm having?" You sounded more bitter than you thought you would, and the man above you chuckled. He was getting on your nerves more and more with each passing second.

"Then why not? Sex is a good way to relax. You certainly seem like you could let off some steam." You flinched when Dabi extended his hand to you, but he had only brushed of a lock of your hair out of your face. "I bet I can help you with that better than most of the team."

"Sex is painful, and I don't like pain. Go have fun with Toga, she seems more into that than me." You narrowed your eyes at him, your hand almost touching his neck if the villain decided he'd go further without your consent. His stupid grin going wider was making you more and more mad.

Of course, he wouldn't go to Himiko. That asshole had his own type, and she certainly didn't fall into that category. Why did you? You had no idea, but you doubted he would ever lay his hands on you. Yeah, you knew what sex was, and it had nothing to do with pleasure like in those stupid romantic novels you once bought. It was humiliating and painful. If you had a chance to get back to those who did it to you back in the lab, you'd rip their hearts out of their rib cages.

The expression on your face didn't seem to faze Dabi even the slightest bit, and you rolled your eyes in irritation. Apparently, he wouldn't give up unless you showed him you weren't some doll he could play with, and Shigaraki was probably going to get real mad at the both of you this evening.

All of a sudden you felt some strange tickling in your muscles you had never felt before. What was that? Confused, you quickly glanced over the room to see no one except Dabi still on his spot. What was that? Was it some hero's work? Had they found your hideout? No, it couldn’t be. You'd hear them, feel them before somebody even set their foot on your territory. It wasn't a hero.

Unwilling to wait for any surprises to happen, you used a regeneration Quirk, the one you were gifted on your 14th birthday so you could heal yourself after they ran the tests without troubling a healer too much. Strangely, the Quirk did nothing about the tickling, and you felt your legs getting weaker. What the fuck was that?

As you raised your head to ask Dabi for help, you suddenly realized he was eager to see what you were doing. He looked like he enjoyed watching you in such state, confused and even frightened, your knees slightly trembling as if you became weak within a couple of seconds.

It was him. He did something to you. The bastard had the nerve to do something to your body so it'd be easier to handle you.

"What have you done?" You hissed at him while he chuckled, pointing at the bottles of sake on the table. "Have you poisoned my drink?"

But the regeneration would work in that case. You knew for sure.

Running his finger around the shell of your ear, Dabi hummed with content, "Poisoned? Come on, who do you think I am, an Evil Queen? That's just a little handy potion that has a tendency to slowly accumulate in your body. Makes you a little softer, don't you think?"

Oh. Oh. That's why he was always watching you. He had no idea when the effects would start to show. Did he fucking realize it could happen in the heat of the battle when you needed your Quirks the most? Did Dabi have any idea what would happen if heroes managed to lock you away again?

"Seems like you planned to abandon me if heroes attacked, didn't you?" You gritted your teeth when Dabi got on top of you, his hands on your chest as he caressed your body like a lover would, his hot fingers getting under your clothes.

"Of course not. I'd play your personal hero and save your stubborn ass the trouble of murdering everyone."

While you desperately wanted to kick him off you came to realization you weren't able to even stand up, your arms and legs so weak you could barely move while Dabi had no problems stripping you out of your clothes, his hands on the your thighs as he took off your pants.

Shit, shit, shit. You couldn’t use any Quirks to hurt him, all of them barely responding to your call. What was that potion? Why nobody in the lab prepared you for this? How on Earth did that shithead obtain such a dangerous thing?

"If you hurt me, I'll rip your brain out of your skull and bring it to Shigaraki as a present."

His chapped, disfigured lips brushed against your neck almost gently when the man murmured, "It doesn't have to be painful, birdie. I'll show you how much fun we can have together."

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Fission & Fusion (Part 4)

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Summary: How did the refined and proper Wilhemina Venable end up working for two coked-up tech bros out of the back of a van?

An origin story of sorts, dedicated to the amazing @lucyintheskywithxanax  who has developed such a beautiful and nuanced depiction of Mina. This was inspired by her incredible story “And I failed to climb the mountain”.

Word count: ~3300

Wilhemina woke lazily the following morning to the warmth of sunlight on her face as it peaked through delicate lace curtains. It took her a few moments to remember where she was and to identify the source of the insistent scratching which had roused her. As she rolled onto her right side towards the bedroom door she caught sight of Miko's white dipped paw batting beneath it, scrabbling and scratching at the obstacle that dared to impede his free reign. An affectionate smile pulled at her lips as she watched his antics as she sleepily scrubbed at her eyes. His scratching stilled as she let out surprised gasp as her knuckles made contact with her bruised cheekbone, which was now undoubtedly swollen and probably a fetching mottle of red and purple. Now aware that she was awake, Miko's insistent scratching was replaced by a disgruntled meow. Wilhemina tried to ignore him, not really sure if he was allowed in the bedroom to begin with, but she was powerless to resist him once his meows were replaced by what could only be described as plaintiff cries. Who could resist that?

As she eased herself to her feet the full effects of the previous two days began to make themselves known. Her back was undoubtedly stiffer than usual but whether that was the result of two nights in unfamiliar beds or from crashing face first into concrete she couldn't be sure. Likely a combination of the two. The throbbing ache in her right wrist and hand as she supported herself on her cane was definitely a result of the concrete she rued, as she transferred the loathesome object to her uninjured left hand, her back complaining instantly. Today was looking like such a promising day.

Miko continued to make his displeasure known as she slowly made her way towards the door, his cries becoming increasingly insistent now that he could hear her moving. The moment she cracked the door the slightest distance ajar a flash of grey fur shot past her, heading directly for the patch of sunlit warmth at the centre of her recently vacated bed.

She tried valiantly to keep her features schooled as she scolded the cheeky feline who was currently in the process of kneading the covers into an acceptable state of comfort.

"Are you really meant to be up there, Miko?" The grey tabby cat shot her a questioning look as if to say "really human? You're the guest in my house and you're going to question if I'm allowed on the bed" before promptly turning his back on her and curling into a ball on his appropriately fluffed portion of the quilt.

She shook her head fondly, slowly making her way back towards the now occupied bed. Miko raised his head to study her as she gingerly lowered herself back onto the mattress, easing herself forwards to retrieve her book bag from beneath the bedside table. With practiced ease she flipped the lid on the amber pill bottle, dispensed two pills and threw them back dry. Normally she would muscle through the discomfort while the pills took effect but today, she reasoned, she had nothing to do and nowhere to be so for once she could actually listen to the pleading ache in her bones. It also helped that there was no one to witness her indulgence, other than Miko who had made his way across the bed to her and was currently standing about a foot away from her with his head cocked to the side, still not entirely sure what to make of her.

As she returned the pill bottle to her book bag she noticed the glass of water, which had evidently been left for her earlier that morning, and the handwritten note peaking from beneath the coaster on which it sat. She relished the way the cold glass dulled the ache in her hand as she raised it to her lips, pointedly ignoring the way her stomach churned at the tenderness behind it. Miko seemingly sensed her unease, trotting over to her and curling into a cosy ball against the side of her thigh. Her left hand rested against his tiny head, thumb stroking absentmindedly against the side of his chin, while her right hand returned the glass to the bedside table and retrieved the hand written note. She still could not place the feeling of unease it produced in her but she was emboldened to push past it by the comforting warmth of Miko pressed against her thigh, his rhythmic purring easing her nerves.

Good morning dear, I wanted to let you know I was leaving but I didn't have the heart to wake you, you looked so peaceful. I hope you slept well, I'm sure you needed it. I should be back around 6 baring any disasters but help yourself to anything in the meantime. And don't worry about Miko, he has been fed though I'm sure he will try to convince you otherwise. My office number is by the phone if you need anything. Try to take things easy today and be kind to yourself my dear. - Elizabeth

Wilhemina silently tested the shape of her adviser's given name, lips tentatively forming around the sounds. Of course she had seen the name Professor Elizabeth Thompson written for years but the explicit use of her christian name felt scandalously personal. A voice in the back of her head chided that thought - you spent last night in her guest bedroom and you're worried about using her given name? Ridiculous. Evidently in her preoccupation her left hand had stilled for Miko let out a sleepy chirup of annoyance, drawing her attention away from the complexity of her current relationship with her Professor. Elizabeth she reminded herself.

Having already disturbed Miko she took the opportunity to reposition herself to lay back down. The grey tabby was initially unimpressed to have his pillow so rudely removed but forgave her in short order, gently clambering up onto her chest as soon as she was laid flat. Miko stretched himself languidly, face contorting in a gigantic yawn that Wilhemina couldn't help but chuckle at. His little face came to rest upon her sternum, head cocked to the side, eyes watching her intently. Gently he lifted one paw, tiny pink toes pads coming to rest against Wilhemina's unmarred cheek, tenderly inquiring "more scritches, please." She happily complied, arm draping loosely across the little ball of fur who had wormed his way into her heart and her bed. As she began to scratch affectionately under his chin Miko craned his necked back in contentment and began purring again in earnest. Wilhemina smiled to herself as she allowed her eyes to close, the warm weight of the purring feline ensconced upon her chest lulling her to sleep. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to rest, just for a little while. Besides it would be cruel to disturb Miko when he looked so comfortable.

It was several hours later when she awoke again, judging by the way the sun no longer shone directly through the bedroom but instead created a bright indirect glow from further overhead. Wilhemina's stomach let out an indignant growl at the late hour, rousing Miko in the process who glared at her from beneath half lidded eyes. She scratched behind his ears in an apology which was evidently accepted as Miko began to nuzzle into her hand in response.

As she tentatively began to lever herself from the mattress Miko jumped down onto the bed and began to stretch out the kinks from his nap. Wilhemina looked on jealously as his spine extended as she slowly convinced her own vertebrae to support her weight. As she brought herself upright for the second time that day she noted gratefully that the painkillers seemed to have worked their magic, leaving her only slight tender even after the events of the past few days.

Navigating her way down the stairs proved to be somewhat challenging not merely from coordinating her balance with her cane in her left hand but also because Miko refused to leave her side, wending his way between her legs as she focussed intently on not breaking her neck. Having successfully reached the landing she made her way into the kitchen in search of breakfast, or whatever meal this now constituted. She noted gratefully that an assortment of cereals had been left on the kitchen counter, alongside a bowl and the necessities for tea and coffee, saving her from rooting through her professor's cupboards. She set the kettle to boil before preparing herself a bowl of muesli. As she set her tea to steep she couldn't help but roll her eyes at the mug Elizabeth had selected for her which proudly displayed the figure of Little Miss Stubborn, she couldn't really argue with the assessment but for once felt like such a gesture was meant as an affectionate jibe rather than an outright condemnation.

Miko stayed pressed against her ankles throughout the entirety of breakfast and whilst she cleared her dishes afterwards. He trailed behind her as she made her way back up the stairs, intending on changing out of her loungewear and into some proper attire. And he stopped beside her as she caught sight of contents of the room beside hers peaking through the door which had been left slightly ajar. The walls were painted with the most tender depictions of rabbits, squirrels, owls and deer, each peaking from amongst a lush forestscape. She found herself magnetically drawn to the scene, fingers ghosting across the hand painted figures on the plaster. Unfazed by her exploration Miko made himself at home on one of the two child-sized beds clothed in crisp white linen. An old oak bookself sat in the far corner of the room, practically bursting. Wilhemina's eyes skipped over many of the brighter, more modern spines, instead drawn to a shelf higher up full of older, more battered volumes whose titles she recognised from her own childhood. Familiar names jumped out to her like old friends - Blyton, Potter, Milne, Dahl. Far too many hours had been spent alone save for their company, whether alone and immobilised in a hospital bed or hidden beneath her bed clothes by torch light trying to block out her parents arguing, these had been her constant companions. She tenderly retrieved Matilda from the shelf, thumbing through the well worn pages, allowing the little girl she kept so securely locked away a moment to breathe, smiling fondly at the words which had given her hope in those moments of darkness.

So Matilda’s strong young mind continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all those authors who had sent their books out into the world like ships on the sea. These books gave Matilda a hopeful and comforting message: You are not alone.

She remembered vividly the delicious taste of revenge the first time she had partaken in Matilda's retribution against all those adults who had tried to squash the precocious young girl. More than once she had allowed herself to imagine what it would have felt like to exact similar vengeance against her mother. How sweet it would have felt to bleach her perfectly coiffured hair, to place newts in the punch at one of her horrendous soirees or terrorize her parents with ghostly reminders of their failings. How she longed to make her mother feel an ounce of the pain to which she herself had been subjected.

Still clutching the much loved volume she curled up next to Miko and allowed herself to retreat to a world of childhood comfort in which the underdog could triumph, in which I'm big, you're little could be usurped, in which Miss Honey might reach tenderly from the pages and adopt her too.

That was where Professor Thompson found her several hours later, relishing in the climax of the novel as Matilda vanquished Ms Trunchbull. She smiled fondly at the young woman she had always known to be so controlled and regimented curled lazily against the wall on her granddaughter's bed, Miko lounging against her thigh and contented smile playing across her lips behind a curtain of firey red hair. The floorboards creaked beneath the older woman's feet alerting Wilhemina to her presence. Her cheeks flushed furiously as she sheepishly met the older woman's gaze but found only genuine affection in her grey-blue eyes.

"Don't even think about apologising, my dear. I told you to make yourself at home and I meant it."

In spite of Elizabeth's assurances Wilhemina still felt the need to explain herself. "I didn't mean to end up in here" she began, "I saw the paintings and I only meant to look at them but then I saw the books and -"

"Wilhemina," the older woman cut her off kindly, "stop apologising. You've done nothing wrong, you needn't justify your every action. Not to me at least" she added knowingly. "My daughter will be flattered that you liked her paintings, though I really should show you photos of the masterpiece she created in the children's room back east. She works as a children's illustrator, though I think she would much prefer to do larger pieces like these if there was the work in it."

"I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful" Wilhemina whispered reverently. "Their little faces are just so sweet."

"I'll be sure to tell her you think so. Now, I should leave you to finish with Matilda, dinner should take me twenty minutes or so which, knowing the speed you read at, should be ample time."

"Oh no, it's fine" Wilhemina interjected, "I know how it ends, I've lost count of how many times I read it as a child. I should come and help you."

The older woman sighed, of course Matilda would be a favourite of hers. "Nonsense dear, finish your book. I'll call you when it's ready." And with that she was gone.

Wilhemina was indeed finished with the book when the older woman called her for dinner twenty minutes later, her voice floating up the stairs as if Wilhemina's presence at her dinner table was the most natural thing in the world. The simple meal of pasta Alfredo was passed in companionable silence between the two women, with Miko dividing his time equally between them. He remained under their feet as they cleared the dishes, with Wilhemina bracing her weight against the kitchen counter through her left hip to grant herself two free hands with which to dry the clean dishes as the older woman handed them off to her. Elizabeth shook her head fondly at the young woman's stubborness, once she set her mind to something there really was no stopping her.

Wilhemina was drying and putting away the last of the cutlery when the older woman disappeared momentarily, only to return with a manila folder which she placed atop the freshly cleaned kitchen table. Wilhemina eyed it warily. The older woman placed two cups of tea beside it and gestured for Wilhemina to join her. She did so cautiously.

"No need to look so nervous my dear, it's nothing bad. I just brought home the list of available casual positions from the careers centre on campus, I thought you might like to take a look to see if anything interested you."

Wilhemina froze. Of course it was too good to be true. Of course the kind older woman had grown sick of her already. Why wouldn't she, when she was nothing but a useless burden? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. How could you think that anyone would actually put up with you?

Professor Thompson caught the way Wilhemina's shoulders stiffened and how her jaw tensed, as if preparing herself for an attack. She reached out and took the younger woman's hand in her own.

"There is no pressure dear. This is not about me getting rid of you. I simply thought you might be interested, I know you must be anxious about what comes next, you've never been one to be without a plan." Wilhemina suddenly felt very small and seen in a way she never had been before. It was simultaneously terrifying and yet so, so safe.

"It can wait as long as you like" the older woman continued, "but I'll leave it here for whenever you're ready."

"No, I mean, I'm ready now" Wilhemina blurted, "I just thought you meant-"

"I know my dear, I know" the older woman cut her off with a firm squeeze of her hand, earning her a shy smile from the younger woman. "Would you like me to stay or -"

"Stay" Wilhemina affirmed, "please?"

"Of course dear, now where do you want start?"

"Well, I suppose law or business makes the most sense" Wilhemina sighed, "at least I have some experience there."

"I didn't ask where you should start dear, I asked where you wanted to start - there's a difference. You said your parents chose law for you, what would you have chosen? If you could start over and choose for yourself what would you do?"

Wilhemina froze at that. She had accepted so long ago that she would simply follow the path her parents had set out for her that she had almost managed to convince herself that she wanted it too. It did no-one any good for her to pine after a future that could never be hers.

"I don't know" she stared at the older woman, eyes wide with the realisation.

"What do you miss from highschool then?" the older woman tried. "Is there a subject you enjoyed that you had to give up?"

She considered that for a moment. "Science, maybe?" she added shyly, "I liked that it was predictable, that I could know what to expect."

"Ok" the older woman prompted, fingers rifling through the folder, "any particular area?"

"Electronics or computers, maybe?" She worried her bottom lip between her teeth, as if waiting to be punished for daring to express her own desires.

"Ok, there are a couple here that could fit." The older woman traced her finger through the list of positions. "This one looks interesting. A couple of graduate students from the engineering faculty are looking for someone to help with data management and organisation for a start-up. They seem to be interested in bionic limb development" she added, sliding the paper towards Wilhemina, finger marking the appropriate notice.

Wilhemina scanned the brief description greedily, trying to temper her expectations. It sounded perfect but she daren't allow herself to even begin to hope that it might be possible.

"I think you would be perfect for it."

Wilhemina scoffed in response, "I don't know the first thing about robotics."

"But they aren't asking for that dear, they're asking for someone to help with organisation. They want someone who is meticulous and logical to help keep track of their data - that is you to a T. You would be brilliant at that. And it would allow you to see if it's an area that you like and maybe later you could transition into a more technical position, or go back and study more about it if you wanted."

"Look" the older woman reached out to tap the paper in front of Wilhemina, "it even says they have patents filed and a company formed. It seems to have all the makings of a long term prospect."

Wilhemina could feel her heart start to flutter at the possibility, that maybe, just maybe it wasn't too late for things to change. She scanned through the notice again, Elizabeth was right, it did sound perfect. And try as she might she couldn't help but look at the company name printed at the end of article with the hope that maybe it also inscribed her future.

Kineros Robotics

A/N: there is one more part to come after this, though I think I will likely dip back into this universe as one-shots from time to time to explore some of the key moments between here and apocalypse. If there are any particular things you would be interested to see feel free to hit me up