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when sukuna comes home, he sees that we’ve dyed our hair and the bathroom is stained with hair dye

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Synopsis: Sukuna comes home to a crude imitation of himself, how is it his blood does not boil with distaste?

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It was not uncommon for Lord Sukuna to arrive at the estate covered in sticky red blood. It would often have dried to his robes before he would bathe and rid himself of the substance.

Looking at your reflection now, you are sure the pair of you have never looked more similar.

You had given up on gloves long ago, the red staining your hands in a horrific way, you wondered what the man would say when he arrived at the estate.

Your hair had yet to fully dry, a duller pink than the king of curses, but a mimic of the man nonetheless. He was able to make it work in a way you could not quite understand, spinning in the mirror to see the damage, you begin to feel a bit guilty for the estates service workers.

The walls, the sink, the floor, it all had- well... what appeared to be blood splattered across it. A particularly incriminating towel lay across the counter, dripping onto the tiles below.

Silent giggles escaped you as you tried to wipe the dye from your hands. What would Sukuna say when he got home? You wondered.

You had just started to make headway cleaning the floors when you felt it. He was within the estate.

For reasons unknown to you, you started to become anxious. Cleaning faster, and anxiously checking the mirror to fix your appearance.

It was not long, of course, before he was standing in the threshold of his chambers washroom.

Any other time you might've found it sweet that he came straight to you after arriving home. He would never say it, but he was quite like a jungle cat in his own way, yet loyal as a dog. He would never stray too far from you. Your presence his energy.

But now. Bent across the floor, a stray hair fallen to your face, and the corrosive scent of ammonia wafting through the room, you feel a bit sheepish as his eyes take in the scene.

"What...ever are you doing?" His upper set of arms are crossed, his eyes analyzing the room.

You haven't a clue how to respond. A laugh is bubbling up but you try very hard to keep it down. Your fists are balled in the cleaner of the towels available to you as you glance at the floor and bite your lip.

Sukuna is taking measured steps to you now, his eyes narrowed. From your kneeled position on the floor, he looks even more enormous than usual.

The right words escape you so you build the courage and mutter, "I'm just like you, see?" And wave a hand to the room.

"You... what?" He hisses. Turning to see what you are referring to. Before he looks back to you, you stand, brush your wet hands down the large shirt that has become a blood-stained smock, and grin. You swipe your hands down the length of yourself.

"See? The hair, the... bloody room..."

He is making an odd movement in the muscles of his neck, and squinting at you, "This is not blood. I can tell with certainty."

"Yes, well... that's true, but don't we look similar?" You grin up at the giant, awaiting his response. Perhaps he will roll his eyes and walk to the bedroom of his chambers, or maybe he will demand you clean the mess you have made.

"You cannot possibly believe we look remotely similar." His biceps are flexing and there is a rosiness to his cheeks.

You turn now to look at the mirror, reaching to tug on his lower hand, "Look. I just need some tattoos now."

Sukuna flexes his hand in your grasp and you drop it that instant. He has never been the most physically attuned. Even so, just as you have made to step from him, his arms reach out, grabbing you by your torso and lifting you to his height.

His eyes roam over your hair and your face. There is a little dye on your hairline and he licks a thumb to rub at it.

"Ugh- ew... don't spit on me..."

His eyes squint in annoyance. Dropping you just a hair's breadth from the floor. Just as he is turning to leave you see the tips of his ears burn under the lights in his lavatory.

"You are a ridiculous beast." He finally announces.

"You don't like it? We match now!" You smile, knowing that if he had any qualms he would have said so without restraint.

"You are a filthy beast too. And lucky, lucky a bath is being drawn for me now." He runs a hand through his pink locks, the very hair that you are now sporting.

"And why does your bath make this filthy beast lucky?" You grin, coming to wrap yourself around his forearm.

He lifts you from the ground with the strength of that one arm. Curling you nearer now to his face.

"Because I am eternally gracious and will allow you to cleanse yourself alongside me." He states. Sharp canines glimmer in your eyes and you smile.

"My, that is very generous." You attempt to swing yourself down but his arms wrap around you.

He truly has the perfect anatomy for snuggling, though he hates to hear it. Effortlessly, he sets you upon one shoulder and carried you both to the bathhouse.

"I am known to be." He grunts. "For you." His upper right hand comes to curl a lock of your newly colored hair around his finger, a hidden smile gracing his lips.

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these photos required a blurb out of me sry it took 800 years but heres 4k of smut from the something old universe

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You flicked off the lights of the ensuite, throwing the towel into the hamper as you headed over to the floor length mirror in the corner of the bedroom, lotion in hand. It’s been a long week, culminating tonight with what felt like the longest work dinner of your life, capped off with desperately needed drinks with the only two coworkers who get it. 

You barely saw Harry all week, two ships passing in the night as you dealt with extensive crises at work and he spent his days doing his unemployed side quests. He had texted you once the show was out, seeing if you wanted him to pick you up on his way back but you were already home by then, hopping in the shower to scrub the corporate small talk away. You tightened the rope on your robe and took a deep breath, more than ready to be in that bed and as far away from this week as possible.

You heard the front door open, immediately followed by his whistling. It was a tune you didn’t recognize but it still brought a smile to your face, the impact the show he just saw had on him seemingly immediate, even if he wasn’t conscious of it. His whistling is almost instantly drowned out by Sammy’s barks, and you can almost picture the scene as you hear it. Him crouching to greet the dog, his “‘s only me, Sammy! Just saw you a couple hours ago mate, ‘m not back from war” before a softer “yeah, yeah I missed you too.”

You place the lotion on the dresser, squirting it into your palm and rubbing it into your face and neck as you listen to him coo at the dog. It’s a few minutes before you hear his footsteps down the hallway, his knuckles on the door as he pushes it open and you look over at him, almost choking on air when you get a sight of him as he leans against the doorway, smiling over at you. 

He looked good. 

The beard and hair both growing in nicely, the mullet look you were tentative about at first really doing wonders on you now. And the fit? 

The fit.  

The blazer over the tight fitted tee, tucked into trousers that made his legs look like they went on for days. You couldn’t help gaping a bit, your eyes roaming up and down as you got a good look. 

“Like the fit?” he asks with a laugh, your grin widening as you lock eyes. 

“Love the fit.” you say, your eyes snagging on the words emblazoned across his chest, squinting as you try to read the lettering. “What’s the shirt say?”

He smirks, keeping his shoulder pressed against the doorframe as he uses his free hand to pull one of the lapels of the jacket open, helping you read the words 'I like to watch'.

You huff a laugh, smirking as you look back at his face, eyes staring back at you with a twinkle, a glint, and not an ounce of shame. 

“Cheeky,” you murmur and if possible, his smirk only deepens, your stomach twisting. You just stand there, staring at each other for a few moments. “You look fucking fit.”

“So do you.” he says, eyes simmering as they sweep slowly down your body.

“Me?” you ask incredulously, looking down at yourself. “I’m wearing your old robe.”

“Meant what I said,” he shrugs, unbothered as he pushes off the doorframe and makes his way over to you. 

His hands come up to frame your face as he leans in to kiss you, stealing a few in rapid succession before pulling away and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close. You wind your arms around his neck, holding on as he rubs a hand up and down your back, pressing a kiss to your temple before pulling back to look at your face. “Hi.”

“Hi.” you say, leaning up to kiss him again. “Missed you this week.”

“Me too. You had a long week, huh? How was that dinner?” he asks, snorting a laugh when you make a face. “That bad?”

“Three of us immediately ran to a different pub the second it was over because we so desperately needed to talk shit,” you say, feeling warm down to your toes when he honks out a laugh. “The ballet was good?”

“So good,” he says, pulling a hand from your waist to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, brushing the backs of his fingers against your cheek before pressing a kiss there. “Really inspiring. The movement and the music - just the way they use their bodies to tell a story, express an emotion. Made me think about how much I need to stretch.” 

You snort.

“Made me think about more than that, y’ ninny.” he says, pinching your chin between his index finger and thumb when you laugh. “‘M just saying, It really moved me in a way art hasn’t in a while, so I’m excited to see what comes from it.” 

“Mmm, me too,” you say, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. “You haven’t called me a ninny since we were, like, 12.”

“Felt right in the moment,” he says with a smirk and you laugh, shaking your head before reaching for the lotion on the dresser and he whines when you move out of his embrace.

“I’m almost done,” you say, “Just be two seconds.”

You lift your leg, resting it on the pouf beside you and you hear his sharp intake of breath when the sides of your robe fall back, revealing the skin of your naked thigh. You go to squirt the lotion onto your hands when his hand clasps around your wrist.  

“Let me do that,” he says quietly, taking the lotion from your hands as he presses a slow, soft kiss to your cheek. 

He sits down on the pouf, looking up at you with a warmth in his eyes, the promise of more. He taps his thigh, before curling his hand around your calf, bringing it up so your foot rests on his thigh, your knee in line with his shoulder. He smooths his hand over your skin, your breath catching in your throat as he leans in to press his lips to your thigh. He closes his eyes, taking a shuddering breath and losing himself in the moment, as he slowly drags his lips up along your skin.  He pulls back after pressing a kiss to your knee, squirting lotion on his hands before working them up your legs, rubbing it into the smooth skin, kneading the muscles. You have to reach out a hand to hold on to his shoulder for support as his hands move up under the robe, before sliding back out. 

He places your foot on the floor and grabs the other, giving it the same treatment, taking his time to kiss up along your inner thigh before he works the lotion into your skin, fingers digging into the muscles until they loosen under his touch. You can’t take your eyes off him, feeling your breath quicken as he moves his hands over your skin, eyes not wavering from yours as he goes higher and higher, just shy of where you suddenly need him the most. 

He smirks when you deflate slightly as he puts your other foot on the ground though he immediately makes up for it by wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in between his legs, lips twitching at your sharp intake of breath. He rests his chin on your belly, looking up at you. You bring a hand up to drag through his hair and he leans into the touch, his hands holding you tight before loosening their hold, slowly moving up and down the robe, squeezing as he goes. He presses a kiss to the terry cloth fabric covering you before pulling at the tie, sighing happily when it comes undone, the robe falling open to reveal your naked body underneath. 

He leans in slow, taking his time to kiss along your belly as his beard scratches your skin. His hand slides up to grope at your breast, arousal pooling in your stomach when you feel his tongue dart out against your stomach. He groans when your hand tightens in his hair as he switches hands, bringing one hand to grope at your bum while the other works over your other breast. Christ. You just stand there, practically panting as he makes you melt underneath his hands and mouth, taking his time to suck a mark by your ribs. 

“Missed you so much this week,” he murmurs against your skin. “My hard working girl.” 

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you down into this lap and burying his face into your neck, kissing a slow line up your neck.

“Smell so nice,” he murmurs, his hot breath making you squirm, your naked thighs sliding on his trousers. “Feel so soft and warm.”

His lips find their way up your jaw, nose brushing against your temple as he presses a slow kiss to your cheek, his hands slowly moving up and down your body, getting lower with each pass.

“Is this what the ballet inspired then?” you ask, breath catching when his hands knead your bum.

“No, this is all you, darling,” he murmurs against your cheek. “It’s always all you.”

His index finger draws back and forth on your jaw before turning your mouth towards his. He brushes his nose against yours, once, twice, wide grin breaking out when you let out a frustrated whine. His hand cups your face as he presses his lips to yours. It’s been mere minutes since he last kissed you, but it somehow feels like ages, both of you inhaling sharply at the contact before pressing in for more. Your hand sliding up into his hair as his mouth opens, his tongue rolling over yours in a smooth pass, making your thighs clench against his. Each kiss somehow deeper than the last, each of you pouring all you have into every kiss, every swipe of tongue, every lingering press of lips until you’re both gasping for breath. 

“Need to touch you.” He pants against your cheek before taking your mouth again.

“Please - oh.” you gasp against his lips as his hands trail down your body, inching closer and closer to where you’re wet for him before he freezes, stopping suddenly. 

“I - fuck. I’ve still got lotion on my hands.” he says breathlessly. “Trying to be sexy but don’t want to - like if I stick these inside you, I’m gonna give you an infection or summat.”

“Oh my god,” you laugh, feeling his stomach shake with laughter as he mutters apologies against your temple.

“Ruined the moment haven’t I?”

“A bit of a dip in the momentum, I’d say” you say and he sputters a laugh.

“Just let me - gonna wash my hands. Just don’t want to - feel like that would be itchy later on down the road.” he says and you groan before laughing again. “Sorry, darling - sorry  - just give me a mo.” 

He kisses you quickly before sliding you off his lap and shuffling to the ensuite as you take a deep breath, the unexpected break making you aware of your racing heart, the ache between your thighs. You can hear the sink and his frantic scrubbing, shaking your head as you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, huffing a laugh as you take in the sight, the open robe, the messy hair, the sections of your neck where your skin’s been rubbed raw by his beard. 

You hear the sink turn off, can hear his footsteps making their way back into the room and turn to face him. He stops in his tracks when you look at him, murmuring “wow” before shaking his head slightly and closing the distance between you, wrapping his arms around your waist once more.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to kill the vibe. But ‘m all clean now, ready to just -” he pauses, jabbing his two fingers in the air, his eyes twinkling with mirth, “get up inside you now.”

“Jesus Christ.” you honk out a laugh as he tightens his hold on you, giggling into your neck. 

“Sorry, sorry, sorry” he apologizes through giggles. “Had y’ right where I wanted yeh a few minutes ago, let’s get back to that, yeah? Let me make you feel good.”

He leans in, lips brushing against yours as he mumbles “Back to our regularly scheduled programming” that has you laughing against his mouth. 

“You are so stupid.” you say before he shushes you and quiets you with kisses, pressing his lips to yours firmly before sucking on your bottom lip. He dives back in for more, licking into your mouth slowly, letting you fall back into the rhythm you were in before only this time it's more charged somehow. He’s a man on a mission as he pulls away from your mouth, kissing down your neck, his tongue darting out for a taste. 

“Yeah but y’ love me, right?” he murmurs, lips dragging against your skin. “Y’ think I’m funny? That I look nice?”

You hum noncommittally as he pulls you closer, though you find yourself taking in his outfit once more, eyes scanning him from top to bottom, snagging on the parts you like best. When you look back up at him, his eyes are dark, hungry, his jaw clenched as he brings a hand up to cup your face.

“Do y’ have any idea how you look at me when y’ like what I’m wearing?” he says, practically growling, his eyes lit up in the way they get when he’s got his mind set on something, a chill rushing down your spine at the thought of that something being you. “Not even sure if I can describe it…makes me feel like I’m on fire.”

He pinches your chin between his index finger and thumb, holding you in place as he claims your mouth, taking his time to kiss you so thoroughly your head spins.

“Sometimes when I’m, like, nervous about an outfit, I’ll picture your face seeing me in it,” he says when he pulls away. “The way you look at me - the way you devour me with your eyes. Makes me feel like I can do anything. Y’ make me feel so good about myself, the way you want me.”

“I do - I do want you” you say breathlessly, his confession making your heart race, the never ending pattern of his hands and mouth making arousal pool in your stomach. You’re needy and wet -

“Gonna show me?” he murmurs against your mouth, smirking when you nod. “Me too. Gonna show y’ how much I want you. How much I always want you. I always -”

You moan, cutting him off with a hard kiss, your tongue swiping over his in a way that has him groaning into your mouth. You pull him impossibly closer, your hands sliding up his blazer covered arms and over his shoulders, weaving your hand into his hair as you sink deeper into the kiss. 

He pulls away slowly, panting as he kisses your jaw slowly, tongue darting out to taste your skin.

“Turn around,” he mutters lowly, spinning you in his hold until your back is against his chest, his hands splaying across your stomach. You look up to see that you’re both now facing the mirror. 

Oh. 

“Let’s get this off,” he murmurs, pulling the robe up and off your shoulders, letting it crumple in a pile at your feet. He pulls your body up against his as he hooks his chin over your shoulder, running his hands up and down your body. His eyes dragging up and down your reflection, feeling like molten lava as they take you in. “God, look at you.”

The momentary instinct to look away from the mirror, to hide from the reflection of your naked body is immediately overpowered by the sight you see, your naked body against him in his suit, his clutches turning white knuckled in desperation as he drags his mouth along your neck, mumbling praise into your skin without ever breaking eye contact with you. Where this should be a vulnerable situation, instead you feel dead sexy. Amost turned inside out with how much you want, how much you need him. You can feel how much he wants you, how he’s already hard for you, just from this. You can see it in his eyes, feel it in his touch. And fuck if it’s not the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced. 

Your chest is heaving as he pauses his ministrations, resting his hands on your lower belly before bringing one up to clutch at your jaw, instantly covering your mouth with his. You wind your arm around his neck, hand grasping at the hair at the nape as he groans into your mouth, fingertips sinking into your skin. 

He slides his hand down and you gasp against his mouth as you feel his fingers sliding through your folds.

“Fuck - feel that?” he groans as his fingers lightly circle your clit, your hips twitching towards his touch. “I know, I know. Gonna take care of you, baby.”

He kisses you deeply once more, before pulling away and guiding your head back to face the mirror. 

“But I want you to watch.”

He hooks his chin over your shoulder, dark eyes never wavering from yours as he draws circles on your clit, kissing you on the shoulder when you moan. 

“Yeah - let me hear you,” he groans as he continues to draw circles on your clit, increasing his pressure the more sounds you make. 

Your stomach burns with arousal, feeling a deep ache in between your thighs as he teases his fingers over your entrance before bringing them back up to your clit. He does this over and over, smirking at you in the mirror before you finally break, a whimpered “please” that has him clenching his eyes shut for a moment. Seeing his reaction in the mirror makes you just about lose your mind. You slide your hand up his arm, clutching at the muscles that flex beneath your palm as the fire burns in your belly. 

“‘M right here, baby. I got you.” he murmurs, resting his cheek against your temple, facial hair scratching into your skin as he dips his fingers lower, sliding two fingers into you with ease. “Fuck - all this for me?”

You nod, barely able to swallow back a moan as he works you over with his fingers, fucking them into you deeper before he reaches the spot that makes you cry out. 

“Fuck, H -” 

“That’s it,” he groans, his palm rubbing over your clit as he curls his fingers deeper. You’re practically soaking his hand but can’t bring yourself to care, not when he’s looking at you like that, not when he’s making you feel this good. You can feel your abdomen tighten, knees weakening as he brings you closer and closer to your high. He presses his palm down hard on one particular stroke that has you shutting your eyes and leaning your head back before he tuts. 

“Eyes on me, baby. Want you to look at me when you come.” He smacks a kiss to your temple when you open your eyes. “‘S my girl.”

He doubles down on his efforts and what was once a slow burn is now a raging fire. Your eyes never waver from his as he murmurs endless streams of praise into your ear. You’ve never been so on display and you’ve never felt hotter as you hurtle closer and closer to the edge. You can barely make sense of the sounds you’re making, trying desperately to keep your eyes open, finding yourself transfixed by the way his brow is furrowed in concentration, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as his eyes never move from your reflection, sheer determination as he takes you apart. 

Your chest heaves as you try to get a breath in but he’s overwhelming all your senses. You clench down on his fingers and it’s the guttural groan you get in response that sends your right over the edge with a curl of his wrist. You see stars as you come, hand sliding along his jacket sleeve as he mutters praise into your ear, working you through your high until you’re batting his hand away. 

You watch breathlessly as he slides his fingers out and brings them up to his mouth, eyes locking with yours as he sucks, moaning at the taste. You spin in his hold, crashing your lips to his as you wrap your arms around your neck. His hands immediately adjust, big palms squeezing your bum as he kisses you deeper. You slide a hand up into his hair, pulling as he opens his mouth wider and you give as good as you’re getting. You pull your mouth away, moving to kiss along his jaw as you slide a hand down his front, fingers dancing over his pecs before sliding down his abs, smirking when the muscles jolt at your touch.

Without pulling your mouth away from his neck, you unbutton his trousers and slide your hand inside his briefs, sliding your hand along his length, gasping when you feel how hard he is for you. He grunts when you start to stroke him, fingers digging into your skin when you lean up to say in his ear, “Need this inside me.” 

He moans, leaning down to capture your lips with his before walking you backward into the mirror, hand coming up to cradle your head from hitting it. 

“Want it like this,” he mumbles against your mouth, hands coming to squeeze at your hips. “Want y’ against the mirror.”

He spins you around, your chest pressing against the cool glass as he takes a step back and pulls your hips flush against his so that only your hands touch the mirror, your back arching to put you back on complete display, giving you a vantage point of everything. His eyes sear through you as he drags them up and down your form, knuckles clutching and eyes darkening as he visually devours you.

He nudges your heels apart with his foot, spreading you wider as he pulls down his trousers and briefs, just enough to pull himself out. Making no moves to take off any of his clothes. The image alone sends a shiver down your spine.

 You’re so close together, you can feel when he strokes himself a few times, knuckles dragging against your bum. He looks up at you, shaking his head almost in disbelief before leaning in to press kisses along your spine, palms dragging up and down your spine. 

“Look so hot like this,” he mutters, bringing one hand to rest on your hip while the other wraps around his cock, guiding it towards your core. You both moan when he slides the head against your entrance. He taps it against your clit, hand tightening on your hip when you gasp, eyes locking with yours.  “Ready?” 

“Need you.” you moan out and he pushes into you in one swoop, sliding his hand up your back to wrap around your shoulder, pulling you back as he thrusts forward.

“Christ,” he groans, taking it slow as he thrusts into you steadily, letting you get used to the stretch. “Feel so fucking good.” 

You lock eyes in the mirror as you push your hips back, meeting his thrust halfway, brow furrowing as his mouth drops open from the feel. His grip on your shoulder tightens and suddenly, It’s hard and fast instantly, the sound of your skin slapping against each other reverberating through the room. You can’t take your eyes off his reflection. The clench of his jaw, the vein in his neck bulging as he pulls you back onto his cock over and over. 

Your hands slip on the glass with the force of his thrusts, fire licking up your spine at the reflection in front of you. The way his muscles bulge under his clothes, the way his clothes look against your naked body. The way every clash of your hips punches out a sound from him that makes your stomach twist, how a particular circle of your hips has his eyes rolling into the back of his head. 

“Prettiest thing I’ve seen all night. Love watching you. ” he grunts out, brushing your hair away from your sweaty nape, letting the cool air hit it before wrapping his palm around the back of your neck, fingers digging into your skin. “Gonna make me come. Y’close?”

You nod, words failing as each drive of his hips brings you racing to your finish for the second time tonight. 

“Touch yourself for me, baby. C’mon.” he murmurs. “Wanna watch you come on my cock.”

No sooner are the words out of his mouth than you’re bringing your hand to your clit, rubbing fast circles that have you practically whimpering. He’s muttering encouragement as you struggle to keep your eyes open. His hand slipping from the back of your neck to the front. One squeeze is all it takes for you to come, feeling your walls flutter around his cock as you moan.

“So good for me. Such a good girl.” he grunts, squeezing his hand around your neck once more as he pistons his hips, before moaning lowly, coming hard as you feel him spill inside you, squeezing your neck as he collapses onto your back. He places on hand next to yours on the mirror for support, panting against your head as he catches his breath. His hand not on the wall dragging up and down your spine, pressing kisses to your shoulder as you both come down from your high.

He squeezes your shoulder before pulling out, tucking himself back into his pants as you push off the mirror, turning to face him. You smile at each other, huffing out laughs before he pulls you towards him, cupping a hand under your jaw as he captures your lips in a kiss, tongue smoothing over yours. 

“That was fucking hot,” he murmurs before claiming your mouth again. You hum in agreement, sliding your hand up and into his hair, fingers looping through sweaty strands as you kiss each other deeper. 

The kisses slow, eventually. Your racing hearts returning to their normal pulses, hands grazing each other’s bodies slower until you both pull back. 

“Do you think that’s how everyone else ended their night at the ballet?” you ask and he barks out a loud laugh, eyes crinkling around the edges as he tilts his head back. 

“Reckon so.” he says, pulling you in closer and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I gotta take Sammy out.”

“I’ll come with you,” you say, heart flipping when his grin widens. “Just gimme a sec.”

You kiss him quickly before heading off into the bathroom, cleaning yourself up and catching a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror. How well fucked you look. 

You head back out, grabbing an old shirt of his and gym shorts from the dresser, feeling his eyes on you as you quickly get dressed. 

“You’re not going to change?” you ask, looking over at him as he shrugs.  

“My girl likes my fit. Trying to see if I can get lucky twice in one night,” he says, grin widening as he holds open the door for you, hand on your lower back as you make your way down the hallway. He wraps his arm around your waist, slipping his hand up under your t-shirt, splaying his hand against your belly.

And yeah, he probably will.

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a/n: did not edit this whatsoever needed to get it out in the world bc i had been working on this for so long. and its absolute filth i could not bring myself to read back. lmk what you think !

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Summary: Bradley is getting home from deployment and has no idea what the baby’s gender is. You surprise him and he is overjoyed with the baby.

Pairing: Bradley x wife reader

The sun peaked through the curtains and warmed your face as the blankets wrapped around you. You turned and rubbed your growing belly as baby Bradshaw seemed to be waking you up by kicking you.

“Okay, okay I’m getting up.” You groaned as you struggled to sit up.

You stretched your arms over your head as Diesel got up from his dog bed and padded over to you.

“You need to go potty?” You rubbed his ears as he yawned. You got out of bed and sighed as the weight of your belly pulled you. You were about seven months along and ready to get this baby out.

You walked to the kitchen and opened the sliding door for Diesel to go outside, you closed it and walked to your coffee maker and popped in a flavor you wanted. You rested your elbows onto the counter and smelled the coffee as it brewed into your cup. You turned your head to read the clock on your oven, 7:43, you got to go pick up Bradley today.

You were so excited, the last time you saw each other you were four months pregnant, so you were sure he wouldn’t recognize you at seven months.

In the letters you had sent him you also put an updated sonogram picture with it. He loved them and kept them under his pillow to keep them safe, and every night he would pull them out and look at the baby’s face every night. His baby’s face. He was so excited to be a daddy. And even more excited to see you as a mama.

You grabbed your cup and checked your calendar on your fridge to see what time he would be here. Eleven. You rubbed your belly and smiled to yourself, you would finally see your husband.

Diesel was at the door now so you let him inside then walked back to your room to start getting ready. You took a quick EVERYTHING shower, you shaved and washed your hair and walked out with a towel on your head and your maternity robe that Bradley had gifted you before he left.

You checked your phone, sipped your coffee and saw that he had text you.

B: Already on the way, honey, I’m so ready to see you and the baby. You still coming to pick me up?

You smiled and squealed.

You: we’ve missed you so much, Roo. Yes we will be there when you get here.

B: I can’t wait. XOXO

You grabbed your makeup bag and started to get ready while you thought about him.

How he kissed you and made love to you before he got deployed. How he always made your coffee every morning and you could smell it when you woke up. How he woke you up with a back rub when you complained the night before about your body aching. And how he talked to the baby about his day and rested his hand on your belly.

You knew he would be a great father, he told you before he left that he didn’t care whether it was a girl or boy. He would love them no matter what. But now that you knew the gender, you could barely hold yourself together. You told him that when you picked him up you would have something with you for him to see which it was, girl or boy.

You bought a dress and asked the lady at the ultrasound clinic to write on the sonogram if it was a boy or girl. You already knew, but your anxiety was through the roof today.

You had also bought a little teddy bear dressed in his Navy dress blues. You pinned the picture to his paw and would give it to Bradley once you saw him.

You did your makeup, blow dried your hair and packed your purse. It was an hour drive to where they were docking but you didn’t mind.

You slipped on your sandals and grabbed your keys before giving Diesel a kiss on the head, “Be a good boy!” You called before locking up the house and walking to your car. All kinds of thoughts were running through your head.

What if he doesn’t like the way you look?

What if he sees how big you’ve gotten and leaves you?

Your hands started shaking as you cranked the bronco and all of these what if questions swarmed in your head, you controlled your breathing and rubbed your belly.

“Let’s go see daddy.”

-

You waited outside the bronco and folded your hands under your belly. You watched as families had handmade signs and balloons. Wives were crying as they searched for their husbands to come home to them. Children playing and asking where their daddy was, sitting on their mother’s hip as she pointed to the boat coming in.

You took deep breaths as your stomach fluttered. You would finally see your soldier.

You had slipped your white cardigan on and had your hands placed over your belly as you stood on your tip toes and watched as soldiers poured from the dock.

You had told Bradley that you were bringing the bronco and you would be there by it.

Your phone began to ring just as you were debating on rushing through the crowd, but decided against it so you wouldn’t get ran into.

You answered the phone and held your other ear, “Hello?”

“Hi honey, where are you?” Bradley’s voice came through, you sighed and smiled.

“Do you see the big light pole directly in front of the dock?”

“Ummm” he sat for a second, “yes I see it.”

“Go to it, I’m parked right under it, I tried to find a distinct spot so it would be easy for you to find me.”

He laughed as he politely shoved through people, but he couldn’t help it, he was eager to see you and the baby.

“I’m coming, honey. As fast as I can.” The lady that overheard him smiled as she waited for her husband as well.

He excused himself between reunited families and finally saw a flash of the bronco.

He broke through the crowd and clutched his duffle bag tightly as he finally saw you. You looked beautiful, you were wearing a yellow sundress that hugged your belly, a white cardigan and your hair was curled. He dropped his phone from his ear as you dropped yours onto the ground and ran to him, well more like waddled.

He laughed as he opened his arms and took you in, he groaned and breathed in your scent.

Tears started pouring down your face and you tried to control your breathing as you squeezed him tighter.

“Oh Bradley, I missed you so much!” You turned and kissed his cheek.

He turned his head and kissed your lips once, twice, three times. Until you were giggling and crying.

“Oh honey.” He groaned as he leant back and looked at you. “You’re glowing.” He laughed in disbelief at how much the baby had grown, the last time he saw you, your belly was barely visible.

You took his hand and smiled as you pressed it on the side of your belly.

He gazed down at it with a smile on his face and laughed. “I can’t believe it” he looked back up to you, “This is real.”

You laughed, “it is very real.”

He brought you in for a hug and held you, he pulled apart and kissed your lips before turning to the crowd and yelling at the top of his lungs, “I’m gonna be a daddy!”

You thought this was so sweet, he still didn’t even know what the baby was, and still was so excited to meet them.

“Roo” you shushed him and laughed, “Do you want to know what the baby is?”

He looked down as you and glued his hand right back on your belly, “Yes, tell me, honey. What is it?”

You smiled and stuck your hands in the window before grabbing the teddy bear and pulling it out.

His eyes filled with tears as he stared at the teddy bear in his dress blues, he took it gently in his hands and rubbed the fur with his thumbs. He noticed the picture pinned to his paw and looked closer.

His eyes widened and stared at the words printed on it that said, ‘I’m a boy!”

His eyes filled with tears as he stared at you with wide eyes and slack jaw. “Really? A boy?” He started to laugh and smile.

You nodded and wiped the tear from under your eye and laughed, “Yeah, we’re having a boy.”

He scooped you up and kissed your cheek then your neck then lips.

“Oh my god!” He laughed and couldn’t stop smiling. “A boy! I’m a boy daddy!”

All you could do was smile and watched as he laughed and kept trying to wrap his head around it. He bent down and pressed his hands to the side of your belly and pressed his lips to the middle of it.

“I can’t wait to meet you, baby Bradshaw.”

-

Couple months later

“I’m so ready to get this baby out.” You said as you bounced on the yoga ball that your doctor had recommended.

Bradley watched you with a smile on his face, he stood up and walked over to you, “I have a good idea how we can.” He smirked down at you as you stopped your bouncing.

He grabbed your hand and lifted you up and led you to your shared bedroom. You laughed as he kissed your neck and moved your hair to the side.

“Bradley” you laughed and grabbed his face, “What are you doing?”

“Gettin this baby out, honey.” He smiled as he laid you down gently on the bed, he stood up and admired you with a sigh. “I love this version of you but I’m ready to meet baby Bradshaw.”

“Me too.” You reached for him and he hovered over you, you stared into his eyes as his big hands ran up your shirt and groped your boobs.

“I love these.” He kissed your jaw and sucked on your neck.

You bit back a whimper as his hands removed your shirt and laid you down on your back.

He took his shirt off, swiftly, and came back down to kiss your lips.

You pushed him back by your shoulders, “Do you want me to give you head?”

He scrambled up and nodded as he grabbed a pillow and placed it on the floor for your knees.

You laughed as he helped you kneel and undid his pants and dropped his jeans.

You palmed his hard dick and licked it through his boxers. He sucked in a breath as he watched you locate his tip and suck on it through the fabric.

You looked up at him as you tugged down his boxers and watched as his dick sprang out.

You immediately wrapped a hand around his length and kitten licked the precum off of it.

“Shit, baby.” He laced his fingers through the hair on your scalp and let you set your own pace. You took his tip in your mouth and swirled your tongue around it. He groaned and watched as you took his length in your mouth.

“Fuck, Y/n.” He watched as you bobbed your head and pressed your tongue into the underside of his cock.

You placed your hand on his thigh and the other on his balls, he cursed as you made this move.

“Fuck, you look so hot sucking my dick. Let me fuck you.” He rubbed his thumb on your cheek and looked you in your eyes, “Please.”

You smiled and released him from your mouth, he helped you up and laughed when you couldn’t get up by yourself.

He laid you don’t on the bed and kissed your neck while he tugged down your panties.

You spread your legs and watched as he lined up with your entrance, not before making sure you were wet enough.

Bradley groaned as he slipped into you with ease and your slick dripped down his balls.

“Fuck.” You looked up at him with a slack jaw.

“God you’re so hot, pregnant with my baby.”

You whimpered as he rubbed the side of your belly and started slow thrusts, making a soft clapping noise.

“Fuck, Roo.” You scratched his back as he quickened his pace and grabbed your boob. You always loved how vocal he was in bed and how quick it got you off.

“Turn me over.” He obeyed and gently flipped you over, watching your belly.

He lined back up and slammed into you, making you cry out and grip onto the sheets tightly. With one hand on your belly and the other on your hip, he quickened his pace until he could hear his balls smacking your ass and you moaning.

“Fuck! Right there!” You threw your head back and cried. With every thrust your moans broke as you gasped and his fat dick kept hitting that sweet spot inside of you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He slapped your ass and his hand went right back to your belly, “and sexy.”

Your whole body began to shake as you felt hot, beads of sweat appeared on your forehead.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You sobbed as he kept his hard pace on hitting your g spot.

You listened as he groaned and you sobbed as your high took over your entire body and his warm cum shot inside of you.

Your thighs shook as you tried to hold yourself up, he pulled out of you and watched as his cum leaked down your thighs and dripped onto the white bedsheets.

“Fuck you’re so pretty.” He took his thumb and swiped it.

He helped you lay down as he grabbed his shirt and cleaned you up, he laid down beside you and pulled you into his chest and brought the sheets up to your bare breast.

“Let’s see if baby Bradshaw comes to say hello.” You laughed as your head shook against his chest due to his laughter.

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[jjkamochoso]

Order Up!

Fluff

Feitan Portor x gn!reader

Feitan would do anything to keep you happy--including threatening a chef who messes up your order.

Warnings: mentions of violence and blood, some suggestive dialogue

"Feitan! Please, will you eat there with me?"

You and Feitan had been enjoying your free time without jobs lately. The last heist the whole Phantom Troupe was on had a huge payout meaning you could live more than comfortably for a while and you figured this was the best time to try the super fancy restaurant you had been eyeing ever since you stepped foot in the city you and your boyfriend were staying in. Feitan had his cowl pulled up but you could tell he was frowning.

"Why waste money? Good food for cheaper elsewhere."

You wore a pout, hoping to convince the stubborn man. "But it's our one chance to enjoy a nice date! We don't have opportunities like this often, you know."

Feitan couldn't disagree with that. There were times where you two had to survive on eating food from a trash can and now you were practically drowning in money. He still didn't like the idea of spending so much on something that wasn't tangible, though. He'd much rather save his money and steal you something nice that you could keep forever, like jewelry.

"I could wear that outfit you love so much," you suggested, turning on your charm the best you could. "What do you think, Fei?"

You heard him growl softly and you knew you broke his resolve.

"Fine. I take you there. Go get ready."

You couldn't contain your excitement as you gave him a quick hug and ran off to the shower in your hotel room. The person whose credit card you stole must've had deep pockets because you'd been staying here for about a month and haven't been kicked out yet. That, or Feitan tracked him down and killed him so he couldn't dispute the charges. Either way, it didn't matter to you since you were relishing the high life while you could. You took your time under the warm water, letting the smell of luxury soap wrap around you. When you were finished, you dried off with a big fluffy towel. As you applied lotion, you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"Hurry up in there. I take shower too."

You were lucky Feitan couldn't see the shock on your face. He rarely showered and often had a scent of blood that trailed after him. This, of course, didn't bother you as you found him quite attractive in his greasy, metallic smelling state of being, but the fact that he wanted to show you he was taking this date seriously meant the world to you. You rubbed in the last of the lotion and put on your soft white bathrobe. It came with the hotel but it would definitely be leaving with you. You opened the door and hurried out of the way so Feitan could wash off. You let out a surprised gasp as his super fast reflexes caught you off guard, grabbing your hand before you could pass him by. His cowl and jacket were thrown on the floor and you were pulled into his t-shirt clad body, a rare moment of affection from the Spider.

"You smell yummy," he said, his nose rubbing against the crook of your neck, "I could just eat you for dinner instead."

"Feitan!" you whined, feeling your entire body heat up from his words. "As lovely as that sounds, we need actual food."

"Just one bite? A little taste?" he whispered, his razor sharp teeth grazing your now bare shoulder.

As much as you were enjoying this softer side of Feitan, you were getting to that restaurant in a timely fashion.

"Get into the shower or I'll throw you in the bathtub and scrub you like a dog."

He pulled away reluctantly, grey eyes ablaze with something less reminiscent of love and more akin to the blood lust of a predator toying with its prey. Whatever it was, you knew you wouldn't be leaving any time soon if you kept playing into his game.

"Go," you said sternly, pointing to the open bathroom door and pulling your robe back up on your shoulders. Feitan just cackled as he closed the door behind him and you knew tonight was going to be very interesting.

As he emerged from the bathroom, his hair freshly washed and styled, barely worn tuxedo gracing his small frame, Feitan caught a glimpse of you. He was often quiet, choosing to observe rather than speak his mind most times, but for once, he was genuinely speechless. Your outfit brought out your most attractive features and he couldn't stop staring. You felt his gaze from the corner of your eye and started to feel a bit self conscious being under such serious scrutiny.

"Is it too much? I think maybe I should change-"

Feitan cut you off with words in his native tongue. You were too afraid to ask what he said but he continued, effectively answering your question.

"Stunning. You perfect."

Self doubt threatened to overcome you but you swallowed it down. Feitan doesn't lie and certainly doesn't sugarcoat anything. If he said something, it was the truth. To him, you were everything he could ever ask for. To you, he was the whole world.

"You look handsome yourself, my love. Thank you for doing this for me."

"This for us. We deserve it."

You two put the finishing touches on your outfits, you attaching Feitan's bowtie while he clasped your jewelry. Walking out of the hotel lobby, you turned many heads as onlookers watched you with jealousy. You were a sight to behold, the true definition of a power couple. The walk to the restaurant was short and you were there before you knew it. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as Feitan opened the door for you. The ambiance inside was like nothing you had ever seen. It was dark, no overhead lighting to be seen, and candles were lit everywhere your eyes landed. There was someone playing the piano in a corner of the restaurant and you overheard one of the staff members talking about a reservation for a big name celebrity that was going to be there later. You were almost overwhelmed by the whole atmosphere being completely foreign to you but were brought back down to earth by Feitan's hand barely resting on your lower back. You knew he wasn't into touching or PDA of any kind so you wondered if he was turning to you for reassurance in this strange place as well. You gave him a soft smile as you walked up to the hostess. Feitan told her a name the reservation was under, which surprised you. There was no way he could've gotten one without you noticing, especially in only a few hours. You were fully expecting to have to wait for an open spot so when she quickly ushered the two of you to a secluded table, you were taken aback. You thanked her as she left menus for you to peruse.

"Did you do this for me?" you asked, gesturing to the table.

"Yes."

"Thank you."

Feitan didn't give you a verbal response but you knew he took your appreciativeness to heart. He didn't want to spoil the romantic mood right now but couldn't wait to tell you how he tracked down the maitre d' in record time and offered to help him lose some weight in the form of less limbs if he didn't secure the best table for you. You saw the menu didn't have prices and you knew you were in for one expensive meal, but you were practically vibrating with excitement to try one of everything. Feitan still didn't get the appeal of this place but he wasn't going to put a damper on your fun so he stayed silent as you rambled off your order. He put in his order as well and the waiter was off, leaving you to bask in the candlelight.

"This must be the life that boss lives every night," you mused, earning a slight smile from the man across from you. As you waited for your food, you both chatted about whatever crossed your minds at the time, enjoying the calm dining experience. Your appetizers finally came and you dug right in. You had never eaten anything so delicious in your entire life. You didn't even know food could taste like this! As you devoured your helping, Feitan was more apprehensive. The presentation of his dish was much too fancy. People eat like this every day? He didn't understand it but wasn't going to keep putting much thought to something that didn't really matter. When the food hit his tastebuds, he was pleasantly surprised. The composition may look silly, putting that much work into something that wouldn't last more than a few minutes, but it was so flavorful. You sneaked a bite off each other's plates, complimenting one another on your choices. You eagerly awaited the main course as Feitan was coming to terms with wasting his money here. When your new plates were set down in front of you, Feitan immediately put his fork into it and started shoveling. You, on the other hand, frowned.

"Aww man! I asked for no cheese."

You heard a loud clink of silverware striking porcelain. Feitan had dropped his fork and reached for your plate while you swatted him away.

"What are you doing?"

His eyes narrowed. "You no like it? They fix for you. I make sure."

"It's not a big deal, I promise," you sighed, but he wasn't having it.

"They mess up, they fix. You don't eat what you don't want. Not today, not ever."

He was usually headstrong but you had never seen him so adamant about something.

"Okay, if you want, you can let them know. Just, please, be nice about it? I want to be able to come back here in the future."

Feitan's smile did nothing to quell your fears; that made you worry even more about what he was planning to do. When he stalked off into the kitchen with your plate, you gathered your things to be ready to make a run for it in case the police were called.

Feitan was just beginning to not hate this place when they had the audacity to mess up your order. Of course he was going to fix it, he wasn’t going to let you eat something you didn't find enjoyable. He meandered into the kitchen, kicking open the doors loud enough to gather everyone's attention in there.

"Which one of you cook this?" he asked, showcasing the plate before resting it on the counter. A few of the staff rushed toward him, faces red with anger.

"You can't be in here!" one of them yelled. The staff member went to grab Feitan to drag him out but Feitan acted fast, grabbing a knife from the block and slamming the guy's hand down on the counter. He kept the knife poised over one of the man's fingers, drawing blood, as he addressed everyone.

"If you no answer question, man's fingers will be chopped like carrot. Who cooked this?"

One chef nervously stepped away from the others, raising his hand in trepidation. "I-I did, s-sir. Was it not to... to your satisfaction?"

"My partner asked no cheese. Cheese was there. You fix or your eyeballs end up in spaghetti. Got it?"

The chef, fighting back tears, shook his head and quickly re fired the dish. Feitan, now content, released the first man he apprehended and hurried back to you. He would never want to keep you waiting unnecessarily.

When Feitan came back, you were relieved that no one was screaming and his tuxedo wasn't covered in blood.

"I take it that it went well?" you asked.

"Yep. Your food will be out soon. Right, this time."

"You didn't have to do that for me. But thank you for showing you care."

You couldn't tell if it was a trick of the light or if his eyes actually softened for a second.

"You're welcome. I care all the time. I try to show more."

You reached over and gave his hand a short squeeze and he readily accepted it. When your main course came out again, the waiter dropped it off and practically ran away, leaving you happy with your correct order and Feitan happy at the fear he ignited in the staff.

"Better?" he asked, taking a bite of his own meal.

"Much," you replied.

The rest of the night went smoothly and the waiter informed you that the bill was being covered by the chef who messed up your main course. In addition, he comped two desserts as a sign of good faith and you were elated when they arrived at your table.

"You're not gonna have anything?" you asked, a big piece of cake dangling from the confines of your spoon. Feitan looked you up and down, a mischievous smirk appearing on his face.

"I'm saving room for my dessert at home."

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Strawberries and Cream

I’m doing so good with this

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 6.4k

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Notes: Im currently writing this while finishing chapter one lmao. No because if you ever see a “/“ in my work you better tell me RIGHT NEYOW because I don’t write things in order I skip whole scenes and then go back to that slash and write in what happens until it gets to the scene I wrote and if that’s there that means it’s about to get CONFUSING and I just forgot to write it. P.S I love it but I’m so sick of reading this chapter 🤣🤣🤣

Episode 2: Zoo Daze

Eddie takes his time shaving, his hands are shaking so badly he’s afraid he’s gonna slice his throat or something. Buck is sitting on his bed, looking over outfit options.

“So like… this is just a friend thing?” He asks Eddie as he makes a face at the green T-shirt, tossing it aside. He grabs the navy blue shirt and lays it over the jeans then takes a white sling bag from the closet. He pulls out his phone, clicking a few buttons before taking a picture.

“Yeah, just a friend thing” Eddie calls out from the bathroom “I just…I don’t wanna move too fast for her”

“Did you already imagine the dog?” Buck teases as he settles on Eddie’s beat-up Chuck Taylor’s, Eddie calls them “vintage” Buck calls him cheap.

“Leave Captain Barkley out of this, what did he ever do to you” Eddie walks out of the bathroom, wiping his face with a towel.

“Does she get to redecorate the house too? Because I know my cousin, you’re gonna be buried in stuffed animals”

“If that’s what she wants” Eddie tosses the towel down and looks over Buck's choices, shrugging as he starts getting dressed. “Trust me, I already know our styles are gonna fit. And even if they don’t we’ll just have a unique style together y’know? I’m easygoing, okay, you know that.”

Buck tosses him his cologne and Eddie sprays it on, putting on the teeniest, tiniest bit extra just so it’ll cling to you too. He fixes his hair one last time in the mirror and turns to Buck, his arms open.

“How do I look?” He does a spin, before crossing his arms over his chest. Buck studies him, narrowing his eyes before he gets up and goes through Eddie’s dresser, he grabs a nicer-looking watch and hands it to him

“This is gonna be weird” He stands against Eddie, leaning into his neck and inhaling slowly. His hands trail up his sides and he puts his hands on his chest. He smirks as his eyes roll back and he pulls away.

“Okay cool, you didn’t put too much on” He gives him a double thumbs up and Eddie rolls his eyes, chuckling.

“Pervert, you know you just wanted to feel me up”

“Are you gonna blame me?!” Buck throws his hands in the air in defense “And I swear I was making sure you didn’t put on too much cologne okay? And that’s probably the way Y/N would feel you up if you guys kiss so I gotta make sure your shirt is soft enough bro I’m looking out for you okay”

“Mhm I bet you are”

It’s cute how things are almost the same at Maddie’s house. She’s sitting on her bed, looking through all the clothes you brought over, phone in hand. You’re in the bathroom doing your hair, braiding it back.

“So it’s just a friend thing right?” She asks as she picks up a pink dress, tossing it aside.

“Yeah, that’s what we agreed on,” You say, coming out and taking off your robe, you toss it on the bed and Maddie hands you a blue and white gingham dress, with spaghetti straps and a tie in front. It’s short and playful, but still extremely cute

“Oh, and these!” She gets up, goes to her closet, and pulls out a pair of matching light blue Chuck Taylor’s “Chim got them for me before the pregnancy, they don’t exactly fit anymore” she chuckles as she tosses them on the floor in front of you

“You’re sure this isn’t too dressy?” You sound a bit worried as she ties the little bow in front and smiles at you

“Yeah, I’m sure it’s not too dressy. You look really good” She turns you around and grabs a white bow from the bed, putting it in your hair. She brushes off your shoulders and nods approvingly as she pushes you towards the mirror

“See? You look amazing! He’s gonna go crazy over you”

“We’re just friends Mads” You roll your eyes playfully “He’s not gonna go crazy over me”

“Hey, Eddie can appreciate beauty when he sees it, alright.” She smirks, Chim walks in, a smoothie in his hand.

“Oh heyyy, lookin' good Y/N I see what you’re doing there”

You giggle and Maddie pats your butt “See! You’re gonna be just fine, girly!”

Maddie helps you put on makeup, just a light, natural, look. She hands you the tube of strawberry lipgloss and you put it on, blowing a little kiss towards Chim who wolf whistles at you

“Okay. Maybe he’ll go a tiny bit crazy” You giggle as you spray your perfume over yourself. “He should be here soon, he said he’d be here at 10… is he normally on time?” You pack up your white mini backpack, stuffing a few snacks in there too.

“Usually yeah,” Chim says, swinging his feet as he sits on the bed. “Especially on dates”

“Does he date often?” You apply a little glitter to your collarbones just for funsies.

“No, not…for a while. But that’s kinda his story to tell. You’re the first in a while”

“I’m not the first” Your cheeks flush “It’s just two friends hanging out okay? And… that’s sort of good to know, at least I know what topic to avoid. Not that I’m trying to start a conversation about a relationship.”

Maddie rolls her eyes but allows it. It’s wildly clear to everyone you’re both smitten… hopefully, this is a good little push.

“Anyway” Maddie interrupts, the doorbell rings, there’s a weird commotion and then the front door slams.

“It’s me! It’s actually us, I asked for a ride” Buck says as he comes jogging into the bedroom. He stops when he sees you, absolutely melting. He clasps his hands together

“Awwwww oh my god. You look like a doll!!!” He comes over and hugs you, squeezing you. “Our baby is growing up!!!” He wipes a fake tear and you pat his back gingerly

“Thanks, Dad.” You snicker and Maddie pushes Buck away, threatening to punch him if he ruins your makeup.

“Hey isn’t Eddie outside” Chim points, getting up to get the door

“Oh my god, I totally forgot about that,” Buck says, his hands on his hips. “Wait- Wait Chim you gotta be cool you gotta be a dad! This is great practice!”

“Yeah. Yeah okay, a dad!” He grabs his smoothie cup and straightens out his shirt before smoothing his hair back.

“Oh my god. Let Eddie in!!!” Maddie yells at them and they both scramble out of the bedroom.

Maddie walks in front of you as you come out of the bedroom, Eddie hugs her and kisses her on the cheek before seeing you.

“Hey Y/N, you ready to…-“ he short circuits for a second, just staring at you. Buck shakes Chim and they hold onto each other.

He’s not even really being dramatic, god how could he be? If this is you for a “friend” date what the hell would you look like on a real date? He can practically see little puppy Captain Barkley Diaz now.

“Am I ready to?…-“ you smile up at him, batting your eyelashes teasingly. Earth isn’t even possible right now. He comes as close as Jupiter is as he looks down at you. You’re even matching, he’s not sure if it was on purpose or not but it’s cute it’s literally so damn cute.

“Um- uh. The… zoo are you ready to go to the zoo” He asks calmly, almost monotonously like he’d been practicing it on the way over.

“I’m ready!” You tell him excitedly, taking his hand and yanking on it.

“Let’s jet!”

Maddie and the boys wave you both off as you walk out, he opens the door for you, taking your hand and helping you up into the car. It’s Buck’s jeep, he practically demanded the two of you take it and said he cleaned it just for this occasion.

Eddie gets in, making sure you’re buckled in before turning on the jeep “You can play whatever you want”

You fiddle around with your phone for a second, hooking it up to the aux, and start scrolling through your playlists

“Okay this is just intimidating,” You say as you put on a random playlist

“Oh come on, you don’t want to show me who you are through music?” He smirks as he starts driving

“What if you think my music is trash?”

“I’m not gonna think your music is trash” he reassures you by turning up the volume.

It’s a fun mix of everything you like, you catch him mumbling along to “Oops…I did it again” he fully denies that one, but he does however proudly sing backups to “Wannabe and Too Much” by the Spice Girls. You’re both just messing around and having a good time… but of course, he can sing. His voice gives you chills and whilst you’re not so bad yourself it’s just a lot to handle.

“Sporty Spice carried those vocals,” Eddie says as he opens the car door for you, helping you out

“Buck says the same thing” You snort as you walk towards the entrance.

You guys stand in line together, you’re looking around the main lobby, it’s a pretty nice one. You look up at him, smiling widely

“I’m literally so excited, I hope they have elephants, I’ve always wanted to see an elephant!!”

“I’m pretty sure they do, we’ll get a map for you” Eddie takes your hand, his phone is scanned for the tickets and you head inside.

You’re like a child again, running around to each exhibit and pulling Eddie after you. He’s happy to take pictures of you with all the animals and you do the same. A woman comes over and offers to take a picture of the two of you, your cheeks flush as he hands her the phone and puts his arms around you, setting his head on your shoulder. You look at him just in time for the lady to take the picture

“Oh my god, you guys are so cute!!” She squeals, handing him back his phone

“Thank you” He smirks haughtily at you and you give his chest a whack.

“People are gonna think we’re together”

“Is that so bad?”

It’s not so bad, not really. You roll your eyes and look down at the map, your mouth drops open and you practically shove it in his face

“Look!!! They do have elephants!” You squeal as you grab his hand, and yank him with you. He stumbles after you, tripping over his own feet. It doesn’t even bother him in the least, watching you so excited and happy makes him feel giddy. Especially knowing he’s the one who brought you here.

You stop in front of the elephants, your head tilting up to stare at them

“Oh my god…” you say softly, staring at the gigantic animal in front of you. Your eyes are wide and sparkly… Eddie takes a picture of you, one he’ll keep to himself. You look euphoric and he knows he’s going to be hugging his phone to his chest and kicking his feet whenever he sees it again.

He wishes he could freeze this moment in time for you, you look over at him and his heart skips a beat at the smile on your face

“Isn’t it cool?” You giggle and he nods, a bit dumbly

“Uh-huh”

The butterflies around him don’t compare to the ones raging in his stomach, throwing an all-out rave.

You both sit in front of the elephants for a while, he eventually puts his arms around you and you lean into him, just watching them mess around in their habitat

“You wanna stay here all day? Or would you rather check out more animals”

“I wouldn’t mind seeing some Tigers”

You and Eddie end up on The Bridge, it’s a large structure high over the outdoor area for big cats. You find a place near a pair of binoculars and look down over the edge. You read from the information panel in front of you, learning all about Sean and Rhonda the tigers that live there.

Eddie is busy listening to you and looking through the binoculars when he gets eyes on Sean

“Huh… I wonder why he’s pacing like that. Been doing that for a while” Eddie aims the little binoculars at him again before stepping aside and giving you a chance to look through them at the tiger. He seems to be almost studying something. You look around for a bit, looking through the trees.

“Hey…Eddie?” You point towards a particularly odd-looking branch. “That- that kind of looks really easy for him to jump onto don’t you think?”

Eddie looks where you’re pointing, and he reaches out for your hand “Yeah it kind of freaking do-“

All hell breaks loose before he can even finish his sentence. The tiger takes a running start and jumps onto the tree, scaling it easily and heading straight for that branch. He’s out of his enclosure within 20 seconds. The bridge shakes as he lands.

You’re knocked over almost immediately as people start running and screaming, pushing each other out of the way to get away. The tiger roars before racing off in the opposite direction.

“Eddie?!”You scream for him. You’re on the ground, trying to push yourself up when you feel strong hands yank you up by your waist and you get thrown over someone’s shoulder.

You’re struggling a bit, before Eddie sets you down and pulls you with him, running to a little alcove outside the tiger exhibit. He hurries along, trying the doors until one finally gives.

“In here!” Eddie finds an unlocked supply closet and shoves you in first before rushing in behind you and slamming the door shut. You collapse on your butt, propped against the wall. You’re panting harshly, your hands shaking as Eddie gets down, crawling over to you

“Hey, hey look at me, are you okay?” He puts his hands on your face, his eyes searching your body frantically. You can feel his hands shaking just as hard as yours as he feels over your face. You’re a bit scuffed up and dirty but the tiger didn’t rip you to shreds so really it seems like a win.

“I’m- y-yeah no, no I’m okay. I’m okay. I think. I-“

He yanks you against his chest, burying his face in your neck as he holds you.

“Don’t ever let go of my hand again, do you understand me?” He pants, one hand on the back of your head and the other, fingers splayed across your back, squishing you against him. “God please never let go”

It takes a while for Eddie to calm down, you’re just sitting in his lap as he holds you close, rocking you slowly. You’re not sure who’s being comforted more, you or him. You can hear both of your phones blowing up in your pockets, the fire fam has gotten wind of what happened but neither of you wants to move to answer them. He rubs your side lovingly, his head on top of yours

“You doin' okay?” He asks, a bit more level-headed this time, his voice soft and even.

“Yeah but-“ You point to your knee, it’s pretty scraped up and bloody. He frowns, as he looks it over, he should have asked sooner. It’s not too bad but it definitely needs to be taken care of. He sets you down on the floor and takes off his bag.

“Are you doing okay?” You ask and he looks up at you, a grimace on his face and you decide not to push him on it. You look around the supply closet, it’s cool and dark, and there’s a window letting in a bit of light. You’re sort of hoping the Tiger isn’t smart enough to open doors, even if in theory that would be super cool.

“You know this has got to be the coolest day of my life” You snicker as Eddie takes out the supplies from his emergency kit. He’s finally able to part with you for the time being, he’s gotta put this first. This is his job, he can do it.

“Coolest huh? Why is that?”

He’s so concentrated on what he’s doing, using his “Fireman’s” voice. He pulls the antiseptic from the bag, his movements are fluid and practiced, he doesn’t even warn you when he goes to disinfect the wound, just immediately blots it.

You hiss in pain, jerking a little and he looks up at you “Why was it so cool?” He asks again softly, rubbing your leg. It’s distracting, he didn’t want to use that particular disinfectant because he knew it would sting but it was the best he had. He doesn’t stop blotting at it, but he does blow on it as he goes.

“A whole ass Tiger escaped its enclosure! And I got to see it happen!!” You tell him, watching him carefully as he cleans you up.

“I’m gonna be so real, I nearly shit my pants. That was terrifying.”

You laugh together as he reaches back in the kit, getting a large tan bandaid.

“You know, death by tiger? Would have been literally the most metal way to go out” You say, watching his skilled hands. Is it weird to say he’s super hot when he’s being all “hero, rescue, firefighter guy?”

“I think the only way it would be cooler was if you died fighting the tiger to save a child”

Your head falls back and you cover your mouth laughing.

“I’m glad you saved me though… Thank you. I could have gotten trampled… you’re like… really strong”

“Hey it’s my job to be strong,” He says, smiling as he looks up at you. He puts the bandaid on you and then reaches back into his kit, putting a cute Hello Kitty bandaid over the large tan one. “And I’ll always save you Y/N. I promise”

The announcement comes over the speakers that the tiger has been contained and that Investigators want to talk to everyone on the bridge. Eddie knows he shouldn’t. But he sneaks the two of you out of the zoo anyway, he’ll call the zoo later and tell them what happened. It’s well- a zoo in there right now and he just needs peace, and he can tell you’re just as frazzled. He helps you into the jeep and then gets in, slamming the door shut. It’s silent, there’s no screaming, no running…no growling. Just silence.

You lean your head on his shoulder, your hand still in his, and you rub soothing circles on the back of his hand. It’s a good 20 minutes before he finally turns on the car. It kind of seems like the chaos and screaming got to him and you’re a bit worried.

“I know a really good diner if you’re hungry, best diner you’ll ever go to I promise” He finally speaks up. He sets your hand on his thigh and you squeeze it lightly, leaving it there

“Yeah okay sounds good, but if you’re lying I’m gonna spray you with the hose.”

He snorts as he pulls out of the parking lot and rolls his eyes “How are you even gonna get the hose?”

“You honestly think Buck wouldn’t give it to me? And be there right behind me as I’m spraying you down? Like Chim and Hen wouldn’t be filming it!”

“I think at least Bobby would save me!!”

You giggle and slap his thigh playfully “He’s gonna be the one controlling the water”

You plop down in the booth across from Eddie, leaning back against the plush seating. The waitress drops two menus in front of you both and promises to come back soon with water to get you started.

“Do you know what you want?” Eddie asks as he leans forward, his arms on the table, his hand cradling his chin.

“Probably that burger” you shrug, laying your head down on your arm on the table. You’re both exhausted. Now that the adrenaline has worn off it’s time for a serious nap

“Yeah, same” he agrees, laying his head down with you. He reaches over, taking your hand in his as he closes his eyes. You smile softly as he rubs circles with his thumb over it. The waitress hesitantly approaches the table setting your water down

“You two seem exhausted” She smiles as she takes out her book

“You have no idea” Eddie chuckles, sitting up. He orders for the two of you, two bacon cheeseburgers with grilled onions and two strawberry lemonades. It’s like he knows how to read your heart at this point

The waitress- Annie, writes down your orders and sticks her pen back in her book

“That’ll be out soon! Oh my god have you two heard about the tiger escaping at the zoo? It’s all over everything already”

“Oh trust me. We heard” Eddie tells her, handing her the menus while she talks about it for a little bit before walking away to put in the orders, you look up at Eddie and shake your head

“I’m 90 percent sure I’m gonna have tiger PTSD”

He snorts and intertwines your fingers together again, shaking your hand a little. “As someone who actively denies? PTSD yeah no definitely can confirm absolute tiger PTSD”

You giggle, watching your hands together before looking at him curiously “Actively denies…-?” You leave it open-ended and he nods

“Don’t wanna talk about it though. Please if that’s okay”

“No no, it’s fine” you reassure him, squeezing his hand “Just…. I’m here for you. I’m sure you probably hear that a lot. But I do mean it, Eddie. You’re not alone”

“Eh… sometimes it feels like it” He admits, staring at your hands “No one knows what I went through you know? It’s just rough I guess. I don’t know, I’ll get over it.”

You look at him, a sad smile on your face “You won’t get over it Eddie… not, not without help. But you know what, I just met you. This is kind of our first hangout. I'm not going to go down this road with you right now unless you’d like to. It’s not exactly my place”

“Hey we survived a wild tiger mauling together, I think it’s your place” he jokes with you, lightening the mood, you giggle and shake your head

“I’m glad I escaped with my arm. He really went to town on it.”

Lunch is nice, Eddie was right this is the best diner you’ve ever been to.

“Oh my god” You moan around your bite and he nods, laughing as he bites his burger. “Told you I knew what I was talking about”

“I promise to never doubt you again, you know until I completely forget this moment” You steal an onion ring and he smirks, taking one of your fries.

“Don’t worry I’ll remember it for you”

You two eat together in silence, a “companionable” silence. You’re looking out the window and he’s on his phone for a bit before slipping it back in his pocket. It’s nice to be around him…everything is always so good when it comes to him.

“What should we do after this?” You ask as you dip a fry in ketchup. He watches you for a bit before shrugging

“If you wanted, We could go out somewhere else. Or maybe we could just hang out somewhere… something laid back. I- I want to keep hanging out with you, I do. But-”

“We just got semi-attacked by a tiger and now we’re sitting here staring off into space”

“Yeahhh..” He sighs, grabbing an onion ring. He tears it in half, giving you one.

“If uh… if you’re up for it maybe we could just… go relax at my place? For a bit? It’s close to here and the couch is pretty comfy”

You grin widely, taking the half of onion ring and tossing it into your mouth

“Sounds good to me”

“Here we are, home sweet home” Eddie pulls into his driveway and shuts off the car. It’s around 4 pm but neither of you wanted the day to end and honestly, maybe you’re just still wanting to be by his side for a bit. He gets out and comes around, opening the door for you.

“Such a gentleman” You tease as you hop out, he flicks you off and shuts the door, locking it behind him. He lets you in the front door first, and you look around. It's very clean and put together, definitely a bit masculine in decoration. You slip off your shoes and go into the house

“Nice place you got here,” you tell him and he smiles, putting his hand on your lower back and guiding you over to the living room

“Thanks, Buck crashes here like… a lot. So you’ll probably find some of his stuff too if you feel like changing, or I can offer you something. Not that you’re not still looking absolutely stunning you know, just if you wanted to change. Can I get you something to drink?”

You look around the living room already spotting a pair of your cousin's shoes

“Yeah sure, thanks. And maybe I’ll change, I haven’t decided yet. You can though if you want to”

He walks away to get the drinks and you look at the pictures he has around, some of them are of the team and his friends. One of him in a military uniform with a group of people. Huh…that explains a little at least.

“So this is where I would be staying huh?” You smirk playfully as Eddie comes back into the living room, he hands you a bottle of tea and you crack it open. You turn away from the photos pretending you haven’t gotten that far.

“Yeah, I suppose it is” he chuckles. He motions with his bottle and you follow after him, he’s got a spare room, it’s a pretty decent size. “This would be your room… I mean if you wanted. I’d even give you the main if you wanted it”

You look around the room, it’s simple, bright, and airy. He says that and you whirl around “There’s no way in hell I’d take your bedroom from you! Especially if I was staying here”

He puts his hands up in defense and laughs lightly “Hey I’m an easygoing guy alright? I just want you to be comfortable- or no-. I would want you to be comfortable”

“Comfortable is this, Eddie. I wouldn’t take your bedroom away from you”

“Who knows,” he turns on his heel as he leaves the room “Maybe we can just share mine”

Your mouth drops open and you race after him “Hey! Hey, you get back here!”

Eddie refuses to acknowledge anything you say on the topic of what he just said, acting innocent and batting his eyelashes

“I think you’re hearing things” His voice was high-pitched and sweet. You shove him down onto the couch and sit next to him crossing your arms over your chest and huffing. It gets a few giggles out of him but he still doesn’t address it no matter how much you pout.

Eventually, like a toddler, you tire yourself out and just sit on the couch with him. There is a seat between you but it just feels like more than that. You pull your feet up on the couch and lay your head on the armrest staring at the SpongeBob episode on screen. The fish on screen is screaming about chocolate and you hear Eddie chuckle

“Are you joking?” You giggle as you turn your head to look at him

“This is literally classic SpongeBob. I'm not supposed to find it funny?” He asks, clearly wounded as he takes the throw blanket from the back of the couch, he opens his arm to you. “C’mere hater” he motions with his hand and you push up from the armrest, scooting across the mile-long seat in between the two of you and curling up into his side. He throws the blanket over the two of you and you grab onto his shirt.

“Yeah okay, I guess… I mean I still quote the paper skin thing so”

Eddie snickers as his hand lays on your thigh, he rubs soft, soothing circles, that send chills up your spine

“I’m like pretty sure Buck and I were literally just screaming chocolate last week anyway”

You cuddle together, watching SpongeBob for a few hours. It’s comforting and mind-numbing, it feels good to be in his arms. Eventually, you do take him up on his offer and he gives you a t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. You change into them and plop back down with him, his outfit almost identical. It’s around nine when he pulls out his phone and starts scrolling

“Chinese sound good?” He asks and you look up at him, your eyes a little sleepy

“For what”

“Dinner?” It sounds like a question more than an answer “I figured it’s been a while since we ate…and I didn’t go grocery shopping so like..-“

“Okay yeah, that sounds good. What’s your cash app?” You pull out your phone and he takes it from you immediately, tossing it across the couch

“Eddie!!”

“There’s no way in hell I’m letting you pay for it so just shut up and say thank you”

“Why didn’t you just not tell me your cash app??” You look at him, and he stops for a second, narrowing his eyes as he thinks.

“Mmm…yeah that was probably a better idea”

You sit up and snatch your phone from the other side of the couch, punching him in the side is a given, and then you lay back against him. He’s laid on the couch, his head comfortably resting on the pillows and you’re on top of him a bit, most of your body buried into the side of the couch.

He runs his fingers down your arm, just stroking it softly. It’s nice, it kinda tickles and you wriggle against him

“You know if I were to stay somewhere I wouldn’t mind if it was here. It’s pretty nice. You do a really good job taking care of your house”

Eddie’s heart flutters, and jumps and does like a roundhouse kick he’s not sure he just knows it’s going wild and he must have an entire butterfly farm in there cause god you’re making him all shy and giddy

“Oh? Well thanks that means a lot”

His voice is cool and even, even though he’s trying his best not to just squeeze the life out of you. Instead, he decides to squish the life out of you. He turns over and puts his arms and legs around you, you push at his chest and groan

“Eddie, you're squishing me! Get off!” Your voice is muffled as it’s buried in his chest

“Hmm my couch my rules, I’m pretty comfy right here” He purrs, holding onto you like a koala bear. You struggle underneath him until you finally give in. He’s warm and soft and overwhelms your senses, his cologne sticks to your body and you rarely wanna take this dress off

“Eddie get your fat butt off of me” you hiss and he snickers, wiggling his hips

“Wait, you think my butt is fat? Like what kinda fat? Like P-h-a-t? Or like is it Thicc with two C’s”

You’re laughing like a hyena into his chest as he goes about all the possible meanings and you slap his chest

“Double C’s maybe even triple when you’re in your work pants,” you tell him, winking dramatically

“That is literally the nicest damn compliment I have ever gotten in my entire life” He wipes a fake tear and rolls off of you, pulls you back onto him, and hugs you tightly to his chest

“Don’t worry, I like your ass too” His voice is so flirty and light. You feel his hands flow down your back, stopping just before they slide under the waistband of the basketball shorts. He easily turns his attention back toward the TV and you’re left a blushing mess on his chest.

Once the food arrives, you wander into the dining room with him, he goes to the kitchen, grabs a couple of bowls, and hands you one.

“You know most people just eat it right out of the carton,” You tell him as you spoon some rice into your bowl

“Yeah on tv maybe” he teases, using chopsticks to put an egg roll in your bowl “But we’re sharing”

You hold a piece of orange chicken up to his mouth and he takes it off your chopsticks “Yeah but how are we supposed to be cute and feed each other” you snicker and he rolls his eyes, chewing his bite

“Oh yeah because our diner experience wasn’t cute enough, holding hands at the table, stealing fries”

“Oh, so you wanted to be cute with me?” Your response is fast and cheeky and his mouth drops open

“I-Okay you know what, shut up and eat your egg roll!” He shoves your head away and you squeal laughing.

He lets you pick whatever you want to watch and you just continue with SpongeBob. You get comfy on the couch with him, your bowl in your lap as you eat together again.

“I realize now, that it’s been 650 hours… but did you ever text everyone back that we were okay?”

Eddie had texted everyone, he handled the entire storm for you, aka Buck’s 57 messages. Maddie was next in line with 34.

“Yeah of course, I told them you were okay too and just needed to shut your phone off” he scrolls through his phone for a second before showing you a picture, you’re staring out of the window of the diner. It’s a pretty picture, and surprisingly photogenic.

“Oh…Thanks” you say shyly, smiling softly at him, leaning you over, putting your head on his shoulder

“You’re the bestest friend a girl could have Eddie”

He kisses your head and lays his cheek on it “You’re welcome sugar cube, anything for you”

Eddie turns down the covers on the bed as you get ready in the bathroom. He smoothly asked you to stay the night… if awkwardly stumbling through his sentence and wringing his hands while dropping the bowl he was washing was smooth.

You’d agreed, giggling at him as you helped pick up the pieces. You said it was too late to be driving anyway and he was glad you agreed. Just a nice, happy, friendly, sleepover. A little tiny sleepover between best friends. “Bestest” she’d said.

You come out of the bathroom in just the t-shirt he’d lent you, you stuff your bra and dress into your mini backpack and put your hands on your hips

“Guess this’ll be a test drive huh?” You tease as you crawl into bed. He tucks you in and it makes you giggle when he leans down and kisses your head

“You know I am serious Y/N, if you need a place to stay my door is always open”

“I think I believe you…” You say quietly as he sits on the edge of your bed “But I just don’t know… it’s a big step, moving across the country. I- I don’t even have a job here and-“

“Hey don’t worry about that,” He says quietly shushing you “I can… I can take care of you”

You look up at him, your cheeks flushed “What are you, my sugar daddy?” you joke as you pull the covers up higher on your neck. He snickers and gets off the bed, going to the door

“Yeah sure I’m totally sugar daddy material” he snorts, his hand pauses on the light switch

“Just….just think about it okay?”

You nod at him, blushing “Yeah okay Eddie… I will.”

He shuts off the lights and closes the door, you’re plunged into darkness…alone with your thoughts.

It’s a couple of hours before your brain finally slows down…Eddie wants you to move in with him? Or at least he’s willing to let you. And like….he wants to take care of you… that’s. That’s fun. What a good friend, what an amazing friend.

Friend.

That word is getting kinda interesting, and used incredibly loosely at this point. Eddie isn’t your boyfriend…he’s your friend but like…. What if he was your boyfriend?

You frown, no. No, it’s not time to think like that, it's time to sleep.

Your eyes pop open angrily. Now it’s three in the morning and this is getting stupid. Maybe it’s because it’s pitch black? That seems reasonable, you’re used to a nightlight. Not that you wish he was there with you no sir, not that.

Not even that you’re kind of freezing… and he certainly wouldn’t want you to freeze to death…

“Eddie? Are you awake?” You ask quietly, poking your head through his door. You can see him in bed, the moonlight streaming through the bedroom window. He stirs a little and turns over

“Yeah” his voice is deep and raspy with sleep “I’m awake sugar cube, is everything okay?”

“Did I wake you?” You step into his room, shutting the door.

“I mean… yeah but I don’t wanna say it” he snickers, sitting up in bed. You pad over softly and climb in with him. You climb over him messily and he rolls his eyes as you slip under the covers. You lay on the other side of the bed, facing him. He lays down and faces you

“Hi”

“Hi”

You smile softly “Just thought you could use some company”

“Aren’t you so thoughtful?” He teases, reaching out for you. You shyly shuffle into his arms, your head resting on his chest

“This okay?” He asks quietly, you can hear his heart beating and it’s soothing. His bare chest is soft against your cheek.

“Uh huh… it’s nice”

“Yeah it is, isn’t it? He whispers into your hair. It doesn’t take long for you both to fall asleep. He didn’t even bother asking why you were there; he just knew he wanted you there. It had been a while since anyone had warmed his bed, and he hadn’t realized how deep the craving was until you were safely nestled in his arms. Friends was starting to become a very useless word, very quickly

And that didn’t bother him one bit.

[sanjoongie]

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ღPervert!teez: a collaboration within pirateeznet featuring @flurrys-creativity writing San @potatomountain writing Hongjoong @mingsolo writing Mingi @daddyfordaeddy writing Wooyoung @bunnliix writing Seonghwa, @skteezcursed writing Yunho and @desirehorizon writing Yeosang

ღPairings: Cane Corso Hybrid! Jongho x Reader (f) 

ღGenre: smut

ღAu: hybrid au, pervert au

ღTrope: established relationship

ღWord Count: 1,838

ღRating: 18+, MINORS DNI

ღSynopsis: you catch your boyfriend doing perverted hybrid activities and there’s only one way to deal with it

ღWarnings: dom! Reader, sub! Jongho, nicknames: Master (reader) & Pup (Jongho), perverted! Jongho, smelling underwear, using a stuffie as a fleshlight, spanking (m), degradation, slight manipulation on Jongho’s end but reader goes along with it willing, aftercare

“I’m gonna take a shower!” You called out to your hybrid boyfriend.

Jongho, a Cane Corso breed, curiously meandered into your shared bedroom. You had already gathered your towel and robe and placed it in the bathroom. You began to disrobe in your walk-in closet when he found you. 

“Can I join?” Jongho asked, a confident smile saying he expected you to answer yes. His tail thwapped against his pant leg in excitement.

“No,” You replied simply. “I just want a quick wash.”

Jongho’s ears drooped and he frowned cutely at you. “No? But I want to join.”

You finish disrobing and putting your dirty clothes in your hamper. You raised your eyebrows at your boyfriend. “I said no,” You said firmly, using your forefinger to stress your point. 

Jongho dejectedly followed you to the en-suite bathroom. “Please?” He whined. “I missed you all day!”

You placed a hand on Jongho’s chest to stop him from following you any further. Your other hand fondly rubs his ear between your fingers. Jongho’s eyes close in happiness at the gesture. “I love you Jongho but I need just a few minutes alone.”

Jongho opened one eye balefully. “How many minutes?”

You clucked your tongue against the roof of your mouth. “I’m just showering. Get your head out of the gutter.”

“Fine,” Jongho muttered and moved back into your bedroom.

The last thing you saw before you closed the bathroom door was Jongho’s ear satelliting towards your walk-in closet and his nose snuffling. 

You came out of your bathroom in your robe and sighed in annoyance. Although the view of Jongho's plump ass greeted you, his thick thighs spread slightly, butt cheeks clenching every so often, his activity meant that you had some work to do. Your fully naked boyfriend was humping the stuffed bunny that usually remained on your shelf, a gift from Jongho early on in your relationship. 

As you rounded the bed, preparing to interrupt Jongho, you noticed the flash of black as Jongho pulled back his hips to thrust again against the poor bunny rabbit stuffie. That fucker had fished into your hamper and pulled out your used underwear to fuck. The black satin was currently wrapped around his dick. 

“You little pervert!” You said in a condescending tone.

Jongho visibly flinched. “I can explain.”

“Explain why my panties are around your dick, and you're humping Mr.Bunnykins?” 

Jongho shrunk in on himself, a big dog trying to make himself look smaller. “He smells like you!”

“I bet you liked smearing your dirty, sticky seed all over his soft fur, didn't you?” You cooed mockingly.

You put a hand then a knee up and started crawling across the bed. 

Jongho’s face was red and his eyes wouldn't meet your gaze. "You don't understand.”

“Help me understand, pup,” You purred.

Jongho’s eyes snapped upwards, tears at the corners. His ears moved back and forth, as he whined in the back of his throat. “It felt so good!”

“What felt good, Jongho?” You continued to coo mockingly. “The part where you fucked poor Mr. Bunnykins tummy? Or the part when you smelled my underwear because don't think I don't know.”

Jongho’s lower lip began to jut and wobble. “I wanted it to be you.”

You put one hand on his thigh. It flexed when your nails dug in lightly to his skin there. “Why didn't you wait, pup?”

“Because I waited all day already!” Jongho insisted.

Jongho had been banned from jerking off a few weeks ago due to the fact that he didn’t leave anything for you when you were feeling in the mood. “And what happens when bad puppies break the rules, Jongho?” You whispered.

“Bad puppies get spanked,” Jongho whispered back.

His entire demeanor changed. His eyes were alight with mischief. The little actor really knew how to play up his face. Jongho knew exactly what he wanted. In fact, he probably got off at the thought of you catching him doing his little taboo moment. 

You leaned in and playfully bit his nose and then moved back to the edge of the bed. Your legs provided a perfect bench for Jongho to lean over on. The hybrid did exactly that, broad shoulders sliding over to one side while his ass jiggled on the other. 

“How many do you think you've earned, pup?” You demanded.

“I didn't come,” Jongho insisted. “I'm not that bad of a puppy.”

You sighed. “Five then. Count them out.”

Your palm smoothed over Jongho’s bare ass cheek and then you suddenly slapped it.

“Fuck! One!” Jongho said between pain-clenched teeth.

“Two! Oh god.”

“Threeeeeeeee. Yeaaaaaaah.”

You could feel Jongho’s cock rubbing against your thigh as your robe moved out of the way, and his cock was dripping. “Do you like when your master spanks you, pup?”

“Feels so good,” Jongho slurred.

“Color?” You snapped.

“Everything is green right now,” Jongho replied. 

You slapped him on the opposite cheek and Jongho moaned as his dick slid against your soft legs. “Fooourrr. I'm such a bad puppy.”

“You're a perverted little--” You gasped in shock when you saw the flash of black against Jongho’s face. “Are you sniffing my underwear still?!”

“No.” The little shit lied, rutting his hips forward.

You gripped his hair harshly and yanked his head back. “You keep those hips still or I will put a cock ring on you, so help me.”

“Master,” Jongho whined. His Adam's apple bobbed beautifully with his strained neck. “I'm such a bad puppy. I should get more than five spanks.”

“No,” You spat. “You're getting off on it.”

You spanked him for the final time and then pushed him off your lap.

Jongho fell to the floor and rolled. His cock was angrily standing at attention and it was smeared with his precum. “Five,” He said with a gummy smile.

“What do we say, pup?”

“Thank you, Master.” Jongho licked his lips and blinked slowly.

“What are we going to do with you?” You demanded, shoulders heaving with the physical exertion and your anger co-mingled.

“Jerk me off until I whine with overstimulation and even then take me through as many orgasms as you can milk out of me since that's all I seem to care about: getting off.” Jongho put it so succinctly that you had nothing to add.  

“What am I going to do with you when all your punishments seem to be rewards for you?” You sighed instead.

Jongho stood up, perhaps sensing that what he wanted was slowly sifting through his hands like trying to grasp at sand. “If you leave me alone, I’ll just finish on poor Mr. Bunnykins tummy. You wouldn’t subject him to that fate, would you?”

“Fine,” You said coolly. You stood up and adjusted your robe. “Finish yourself on the stuffie like the pervert you are, Jongho.”

Jongho huffed sadly. “No, I want you.”

You pointed a finger at Mr. Bunnykins. “The stuffed animal can be run through the washer and dryer, pup. You, apparently, need to be taught a lesson.”

Jongho frowned and pouted heavily. “But I wanted you!” He wailed.

“Yes, well, you could have had me, all nice and clean smelling, if you had bothered to be patient, pup,” You scolded him. 

“Master!”

You hooked a finger under Jongho’s collar, the only piece of clothing he still had on, and jerked him close to you. “You fuck that stuffed animal right now, or so help me, I will put that cock ring on you, jerk you off through all that overstimulation, and you won’t be able to cum. It’ll be ten times worse, Jongho, believe you me.”

Jongho shuffled back to the bed, sending glances every now and then back at you, as if he was hoping that you would stop him. “Are you going to watch me?”

“I am,” You declared. “And Jongho? Give me my underwear right now.”

Jongho handed you your underwear. “You’re no fun.”

You retained a bored expression as your hybrid boyfriend humped the stuffed animal he had once given to you after your first one hundred days together. It was important that you did not show that what you were ‘observing’ didn’t turn you on at all, or that it was a chore. Because if Jongho got even a whiff of you enjoying it, he’d do it again.

Jongho thrusted against Mr. Bunnykins’ stomach in an attempt to get some friction but it was proving harder without your underwear. He whined, using one hand to hold up his body and the other to keep the stuffie in place. 

“What’s wrong, pup?” You said condescendingly. “Can’t get off now that you’ve got an audience, you little pervert?”

“It’s hard!’ Jongho panted.

You watched as his foreskin moved up and down his head, as he aggressively fucked the stuffed rabbit. His ass cheeks were still read from his spanking. He was a vision with his huge, muscled body, fucking the fragile and soft stuffed animal. It was most definitely doing things for you.

“Come on, Jongho. Can’t get your big dumb cock to squirt on demand? That’s too bad you can’t perform. I was going to cuddle you and everything afterwards,” You sighed dramatically.

“Stupid Bunnykins,” Jongho growled suddenly, as if the stuffed rabbit was enemy number one. 

A sudden loud rip had you realizing that Jongho had ripped a hole in Mr. Bunnykins stomach and then thrusted his cock inside the stuffie.

“Choi Jongho!” You admonished him. “Are you serious?!”

“I’m such a bad pup,” Jongho murmured to himself, squeezing his eyes shut. “Fucking Mr.Bunnykins instead of my Master.”

“Are you going to get off inside a stuffie?” Your voice cracked through Jongho’s lust-haze and then he was done for. Your boyfriend cried out, fists tight, as he thrusted inside Mr.Bunnykins and finished finally.

“You’re such a perverted boy,” You tsked out loud.

Jongho smiled lazily, lying on his back now, the discarded stuffed rabbit oozing cum from its stomach. “I get cuddles now, right?”

“After I clean you up,” You mused. You needed to do something nice for Jongho after coming down from your domming.

“Please be gentle with me,” Jongho begged. 

You wet a soft washcloth and came back to the bedroom. “I wouldn’t have to be gentle if you weren’t such a goddamn brat, Jongho,” You mused.

Jongho watched with heavy-lidded eyes as you cleaned him up. You swiped along his pelvis and then carefully pulled back his foreskin to clean his head. Jongho was good for you, staying still, already satisfied and not greedy to push the envelope. 

Once you discarded the washcloth, you cuddled up to Jongho on the bed. You tucked your head into the crook of his neck and sighed happily. “This was all that I wanted when I came home.”

Jongho leaned over to give you a loud, smacking kiss on the crown of your head. “Next time, I want to do that scene though.”

You laughed under your breath. “You’re such a bad pup.”

[slightlymore]

that's tmi

bangchan x fem reader

genre: friends/idiots suddenly get the hots and are about to fuck based on the "I'm not wearing anything under this robe" mf chris in today's live wrote it frantically on my phone like a dog with rabies thanks take it

words: 1.2k

"Don't say anything," you warned, arms crossed on your chest and furrowed eyebrows.

Chris was still hand on the handle, blank face which slowly started to shake from the effort of keeping in the laugh.

"Only you could-" he tried but you shushed him.

He stopped, sucking in the lips and looking upwards, as if your face was the main reason for his exhilaration.

"Only-" he exhaled in a choked voice.

"I said-" but you couldn't continue, the laugh vibrating in your lungs. You felt tears prick your eyes.

Chris let it out as well, gasping for air at the trail of bubbles you let down on his carpet after you lightly pushed him out of the way.

His hotel room was identical to yours, so you knew exactly where to find the bathroom and finally rinse your hair.

Chris was still laughing as he followed you and you saw him lean on the door frame with the corner of your eyes, your back bent and head upside down in the bathtub.

"How did it even happen?"

"Listen-," you tried to talk but it was difficult and the blood was gathering all in your brain because of the position, "it's not my fault I wanted to wash my hair right when my food got delivered."

"Why the hell did you even go outside? Open the door and grab it."

You huffed from the effort, and lifted your wet head back up. You blinked slowly, unable to tell if the little black stars were really there or only in your head.

"I don't want to hear it."

"Oh you're going to hear it," Chris cackled, passing you a towel. "Loser getting locked out of her hotel room with shampoo in her hair."

You hit him with the towel once making him giggle and wrapped your head.

"You don't have a microfiber towel or something?"

"Microfiber or something," Chris mocked you. "You're lucky I even opened the door."

"You aggravate me."

Chris looked at you with his complacent smile.

"That's a weird way to say thank you for saving my sorry ass."

"You don't have any hair product either, I guess," you ignored him and looked around his room as if you could see something laying around.

Well, you did notice something - his clothes thrown on the padded chair in the same manner you got rid of yours - and you lifted one eyebrow. Then you eyed him from head to toe.

"Are you naked under that robe?"

Chris imitated your expression.

"Of course I am naked under this robe."

"Okay that's TMI."

He scoffed incredulously. "You literally just asked. Don't piss me off."

You gave him another quick look and shrugged, grabbing one of his waters and taking it to your mouth.

Chris shook his head like a disappointed father at your play and leaned to get his phone.

But your next movement made him drop it on the couch.

His fingers were around your wrist as you quickly tried to untie his robe like a kindergartener. The giggles you both started to make just added to the highly mature air of the room.

"Don't you fucking dare!" he croaked, his other hand now trying to stop your claws snapping towards his robe.

You were about to stop and behave - you weren't 6 afterall - when suddenly Chris dropped your hands and in your misjudgement and arrogance era of 3 seconds you thought that you actually won against him for the first time in something but that he'd totally stop you the second you'd even touch the tie.

He didn't.

Your fingers unwrapped his waist and the robe opened right in front of you.

"You-" your gaze snapped to his face so quickly that you felt your eyes almost fall out of their orbit.

Chris' eyes were wide open just like yours and the silence of the room made your growling stomach sound even more comical.

And in the same instant Chris got calm and he grinned.

The bastard.

"Go ahead and look," he dared you.

The heat traveled so fast to your face and chest that you felt your hair steaming and getting dry on the spot.

"-you cunt," you finished.

Chris laughed, throwing his head back for a moment. "I am the cunt? You started this," he replied. Then his eyes darkened and if you weren't so set on staring exclusively at his face and nothing else, you wouldn't have noticed it. "Now commit," he finished.

A shiver shook your spine and you swallowed.

Your towel fell from your head to the ground and some water drops hit your neck.

Then with horror you remembered that you also weren't wearing anything under your silk robe.

Why it came to mind? Because Chris' eyes got drawn to your chest the same instant you felt your nipples hardening and poking the material.

"Pervert," you crossed your arms on them but your voice wasn't as confident as before and the quiver in it made him step forward with that stupidly sexy grin of his.

You wanted to get away but you were afraid to see anything if you moved, so you just remained glued in place.

"I am wearing boxers. You can chill," he turned his head to the side with a languid smile.

You gathered the last remnants of brain cells to roll your eyes quickly. "As if I'd trust you."

He looked at your wet hair then whatever expression you had on, then his gaze trailed down to your collarbones gently getting wet by the drops who lingered before sliding inside your cleavage.

You felt your skin getting goosebumps and you forced yourself to gulp the gasp as his arms moved.

He tied his robe.

But somehow it didn't make you feel any better.

It was too hot in his damn room.

"Can I untie yours?"

It was a joke. It must have been a joke. Just banter between two clowns, as usual.

"Just to make it fair," he added.

The words were light-hearted but why was the tone making your knees tremble a bit?

Your gaze fell on his chest, now half covered by the fluffy robe. He was as close as to hit you with his warm breath. The thought made your nipples harden again.

"Untie it. As if I care," you tried to put in as much brattiness as you could have but there was none left in your voice. It sounded more like a plea, a whisper.

Chris chuckled softly and his hand moved towards your abdomen. His fingers touched the bow you made.

You gulped.

"Arms down," he ordered and as if they didn't belong to you, you let them swing on your sides.

A single hitch in his breath made you realize he was as bothered about the situation as you were.

Or were you imagining it?

"Look at me," his voice grew low.

You opened your mouth to reply back but nothing came out of it.

He leaned forwards to almost reach your ear with his lips. His hand was still gently playing with your knot.

"I said, look at me."

A single pull. Just a single pull and you'd be naked in front of him.

You couldn't look him in the eyes. Your breath quickened and you felt a bit faint.

"Chris," you exhaled.

His other hand lifted your chin with one knuckle.

"You never listen to me," he said and his light almost scolding tone made you completely quiet, both voice and brain.

Your gazes met and you felt not enough air was entering your body.

He didn't break eye contact for a single moment as with a single pull your robe was open and it slid slowly on your body to your feet.

part 2

[smuttyazrael]

On the run Part 1

Word count: 1,278

Summary: Sirius Black escapes Azkaban. What does he do to help solve him little problem? Or should I say big problem.

Warnings: Masturbation, Oral, Sexual intercourse, Fingering, breeding kink, Cum kink, pregnancy kink, lactation kink, size kink, dubious consent.

A black dog in wondering around in the night. You see him when grabbing a plant to bring it inside. Your in your robe with just black panties and a bra underneath. You bring the big black dog inside. You crouch down petting him. He prsses his head into your tits. Unknown to you his cock starts leaking.

You lead him to the bathtub and give him a quick bath with your favourite body wash. You get him some food and head upstairs to take a shower. You get out of the shower and feel something behind you.

A man grabs you. You drop you towel. He pulls your back into his chest. You can feel his hard cock pressing into your bare ass.

"Where's my dog?" You ask confused.

"I am your dog." The man replies.

"What?" You cock your head confused. He slips his fingers rubbing the lips of your pussy. It gushes in excitment.

"You like this? Being fucked by a stranger." He thrusts his covered hard cock into the cervice of your ass.

You moan feeling his hard cock. Your pussy throbbing to be filled.

"Please!" You beg.

He pulls his top off and pants. His hard cock hitting his chest with a thwack. Your eye widen at the size. Its massive and thick. It looks to be 10 inches long and as thick as your wrist.

"Don't worry princess it will fit." He says. You gush at the nickname.

He just smirks. He picks you up dropping you on your bed. He pushes his hard cock into you, slowly. Your eyes roll to the back of your head never feeling so full.

He groans "Baby your strangling my cock."

He thrusts into you hard pounding you into your mattress.

"Im gonna fill you so full of my cum you gonna have my heir." He babbles as he's trusting into you. Pushing you agaist you mattress with every thrust. You're moaning at being able to feel every ridge of his hard cock. "Take my cum, princess." He says as he cums inside you.

You and him go a few more rounds before you pass out after cumming particularly hard. You wake up with cum all on you and around you. The man is gone. The only reason you know it's not a dream is because there is so much cum. You feel empty. You add to your mental to do list to get a large thick vibrator to help fill you up. Hoping you will see the man again.

Almost year later,

you see the dog again you gush in excitment your pussy throbs knowing who it is. Every black dog you see makes your pussy drip in excitement. But this one you would know anywhere.

The handsome stranger, who gave you a son. You let him in. He turns back into a man. Naked this time. He pounds you from behind in the kitchen. Not noticing your milk leaking under you. All of a sudden a cry pierces the air

"Whats that?" He asks

"Your son." You reply.

"My son?" His cock throbbs inside you. "Fuck this time im gonna knock you up again."

He cums hard inside you. You head up to get his son leaking his cum down you thighs. You sooth his son filling his mouth with your tit. He greedily sucks your milk. You go back downstairs hoping the man is still there. The man's eyes light up seeing the small version of him. He runs the boys cheek while he coninues to suckle.

The mans cock is throbbing again and the babies suckling slows to a stop. You look down the baby is sleeping. You go back placing him in the crib you feel the man behind you. He thrusts his cock into you. You moan out.

"Shhh you dont want to wake my son." He whispers filling your mouth with his fingers. "God you look so hot feeding my son. The amount of times I came to the thought of you is unreal. But nothing compaired to you feeding my son. Next time i need to be inside you while you feed him. Fuck. Feed me." He says spinning you around latching on suckling your other tit. Milk filling his mouth as he glups it down. Moaning as he cums inside you.

You both crawl into bed. He fucks you a few more times he passes out first this time. You watch him.

You wake again to cries and go get your son you latch him right away so he does wake the man. You feel the man take you from behind. Shoving his cock in your pussy thrusting in and out. Him rubbing your sons back.

"Fuck seeing you feed my son. Fuck. A-a-almost there." He stutters. You feel the coil tighten. He keeps thrusting. "Fuck fuck im cumming. Gonna get you filled with another to suck your tits."

He spurts cum inside you. You moan squirting. He holds you up leading you all to the rocking chair. He sits down seating you on his hard cock. He thrusts up into you. Your son not noticing a thing. Just suckling away.

Then, your son opens his eyes looking up behind you unlatching. You can see white in his mouth. Oh merlin. He says bathing you womb in cum once more.

He comes back 7 month later.

You let him in and he sees your massive belly.

"Mine?" He asks.

"Yeah, twins"

His cock steadily leaks while throbbing while he jerks it slowly. "Twins? Boy or girl?"

"Both"

He rips a hole into your yoga pants and thrusts into you. Not able to hold back. All of a sudden he hears 'Daddy!' From upstairs.

"Daddys coming buddy daddys comming" He tells his son splashing cum inside you.

He pulls out going to see his son. His cock still dripping. You get upstairs to see him holding his son rocking him while his son babbles to him.

Him answering. You look at his cock its the first time youve seen it soft.

"You still feed him from your tits?"

"No not with these two on the way." You reply.

"Okay" he nods as his son places his head on his shoulder closing his eyes. Falling asleep.

He places his son in his crib.

"Come here mama." He tells me. I come over and he thrusts into me like last time fucking me while rubbing his hands on my belly watching his son.

"We make beauiful babies. Im gonna make you more." He says as he cums inside you all of a sudden you feel a gush then freeze. "Whats the matter princess?"

"My water just broke. Can you stay with him?"

"Yeah." He agrees you call your friend and she takes you to the hospital.

A few days later.

You head home. Seeing the man still in your house looking after your son. You place the two babies in bed. You head to the sitting room where his leaking cock is out. He slowly rubs it, sitting across from you.

"What is your name?" You finally ask him.

"Sirius Black." He replies. "You?"

"Y/N. Why didnt you wanna come with me to the birth?" You ask .

"I would have been too horny. As it was I couldnt stop jerking off to picturing you giving birth but actually seeing it I would have cum right there. You needed to focus on my babies not me cumming constantly." He replies. He thrusts his his into his fist. "Uh uh uh." He lets out a high pitched moan where he spurts rope after rope all over himself and your couch.

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[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

Daddy, let me help

pairing: soft dom/daddy!hyunjin x f.reader

genre: fluff for the first like half, then smut.

warnings: lots of pet names (because I love them) -maybe cnc if you squint (mentions of taking by force, but doesn’t actually happen) - rough oral (m. receiving) -spitting

word count: ~1.9k

part 2 * masterlist

He was in the bathroom. He had been in there for a while now and you missed him. He said he was going to go shower and that he would be right back. Why didn’t he invite you to shower with him? You sat cross legged on the bed, arms crossed, pouting. You heard the shower shut off. Yay, he was finally going to come out of there and love you. You waited. And waited. What is taking him so long? You waited some more before you heard the humming sound of his electric razor. You were tired of waiting. You stood from the bed and padded your way over to the bathroom door. You nervously knocked.

“Daddy?” You called, shyly.

“What is it princess?”

You opened the door and entered the bathroom. He was there, wrapped in a robe, his face covered in shaving cream. You giggled. “You look like Santa.”

He looked at you, with his disgusted face no less, and then he giggled too. “I guess I do.” He laughed, looking at himself in the mirror.

“Can I help?” You asked.

“Help with what?”

You pointed to his face, and then the razor.

“Oh. No baby, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He said, turning the razor back on and bringing it to his face.

“But, daddy. Please?” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, which usually worked.

“I said no, princess. This razor is sharp. Besides, good girls like you should be relaxing. You don’t ever have to lift a finger baby, especially not to shave my face.”

“But I want to help.” You pouted.

“You do?” He looked down at you and you nodded. “Okay, come here sweet girl.”

You walked closer to him and he picked you up and sat you on the counter. You were facing him, legs on either side of his waist. He continued to shave. You reached your hand out toward the razor and he lightly swatted your hand. “Ah ah baby. No touching the razor.” He was about done shaving anyway. So you waited, kicking your feet slowly. When he was finished, he handed you a small towel. You looked at it and then up at him.

“What’s this daddy?” You asked.

“Clean me up baby.” He tilted his chin up and you could see little bits of shaving cream left behind. You smiled, excited to be helping. You gently wiped at his skin with the towel, making sure to get every bit. You sat back, satisfied with your work.

He leaned around you to look in the mirror. He tilted his head to each side and then smiled at you. “Good job, baby.”

You grinned up at him. You watched, in awe of him, as he did his skincare. And then he reached for the blow dryer. “Want to help me dry my hair?” He asked. You nodded enthusiastically. He switched it on and pointed it at your face, blowing your hair every which way. You giggled and threw your hands up trying to block the stream of warm air. He quickly pulled it away, laughing. “You’re so cute.” He said, handing you the dryer. He turned around so his back was to you, and he had to bend at the knees slightly, putting him in an awkward position. But it was the only way you could reach his hair. “Start at the top and work your way down, honey.” He helped. You did as he said and it wasn’t long before his hair was dry and looking perfect, of course.

You shut the dryer off and he turned around, taking it from you. He stored it away in the cabinet and leaned down to plant a soft kiss on the top of your nose. “Thank you for your help baby. Such a sweet girl.” You smiled at his praise. Your sweet smile quickly turned to an embarrassed one as he pushed the robe off of his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He was standing in front of you, had you trapped against the counter, and he was completely naked. Gloriously naked. You couldn’t help yourself, you looked down at his cock. But quickly looked up to meet his eyes when you realized he was looking at you. You could feel your cheeks heating up.

“What’s the matter baby?” He asked, teasing. Your blush grew deeper as you shook your head. He leaned in close to you now. He placed a quick kiss on your neck before licking a stripe all the way up your neck to your ear. It gave you goosebumps. “I’ve got to take the robe off to get dressed.” He whispered in your ear.

He leaned away, and turned to leave the bathroom. God, his ass looked amazing. You almost wanted to let him leave just so you could watch him go. “Wait!” You stopped him.

He turned back to you. “Yes, sweetheart?”

You were quiet. Your face a light shade of pink, which hyunjin thought was so cute. You looked down at your hands, trying to find the courage to speak to him when he is standing in front of you looking like a Greek god.

“I think I’ll wear sweatpants today. I don’t think I have to go anywhere.” He said, turning to leave again.

“No!” You called out.

He chuckled. “Baby, you’ve got to tell me what you want. Daddy knows you well, but I’m not a mind reader.”

“You don’t.. you don’t have to get dressed.” You said shyly. You saw his cock twitch, not yet hard but definitely on its way.

He let out a soft breath, chuckling. He walked back over to you and took your hand in his. He placed your palm against his muscular chest. “Do you like what you see, princess?”

You nodded, letting your hand explore his torso. Over the planes of his chest, down between his pecs, across his abs, down to the little trail of hair under his belly button. He clenched his muscles in anticipation, white knuckles gripping the counter. You looked up at him. His eyes were full of love and longing. He needed you to touch him. He needed you to keep going. You looked back down at your hand, the tips of your fingers still playing with the little bit of hair. You let your fingers slowly glide lower, until they brushed the base of his cock. He hissed. He was hard now. Fully erect and waiting for you. You ran your fingers up the length of it until you reached the head. Your middle finger caught a drop of precum, and you brought it to your lips, tasting it.

“Baby, don’t tease.” He warned. “Or I will take what I want and leave you wanting.”

You didn’t mean to be a tease. “Sorry, daddy. I just wanted to taste.” You wrapped your hand around his shaft and started stroking lightly. “Can I put it in my mouth? Please daddy?”

He groaned. “Fuck, yes you can princess.” He lifted you by the waist off of the counter and then placed a folded towel on the floor at his feet. “On your knees.” He commanded.

You did as he said and then looked up at him.

“You are so beautiful, baby.” He said, stroking your cheek. “Such a pretty girl, about to suck her daddys cock.” You could feel your panties getting wet. “Open.” He ordered.

You opened your mouth wide, laying your tongue out flat. He spat in your mouth, most of it landing on your tongue, but some on your lips. He then placed the head of his cock against your tongue. You loved the weight of it, the warmth. He slapped your tongue a few times with his cock.

“You want daddy’s cock, angel?” He asked. You gave a small nod, you didn’t want to risk not having him on your tongue. “Words baby.” He said.

“Ye- lea-e ah-ah” you said around his head. Yes please, daddy is what you meant and he knew that. He slowly slid his length into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You gagged a little but he knew you liked it and didn’t want him to pull out. You settled your mouth around him, sucking him softly.

He threw his head back with a soft moan. His large hand found the back of your head. He gripped your hair and slowly started moving you back and forth. You moaned around him, sending vibrations up his spine. He looked down at you, his pupils blown wide with lust. It was like something snapped in him at that moment. He started fucking your face faster. After a few thrusts, he forced his cock down your throat, your nose brushing the little bits of hair you were playing with earlier, and his balls resting against your chin.

“That’s it, princess.” He said, deeply. “Such a good girl for daddy. Take it all, choke on my cock.” Suddenly, he pulled all the way out. A long trail of spit continued to connect your tongue and him.

“More please.” You begged. He stroked himself, slowly, rubbing your saliva into his skin. “Please daddy, can I have more? I love having you in my mouth. I’m a good girl, I promise. Please?”

He pushed his head against your lips and you opened your mouth for him. And then he was back at it, thrusting hard, making you gag around him. Small tears were leaking from your eyes, drool covered your chin and was dripping onto the floor, but oh how you loved to please him. The image of him above you may as well have been holy. It was holy to you. He was a god, and you worshipped him as such. “Fuuuck, baby.” He moaned, breathlessly.

Your hand traveled down to your clothed pussy, trying to rub your clit through the fabric. It wasn’t nearly enough friction, but it would have to do for now.

“Gonna make me cum, angel.” He said, grabbing your head with both hands now as he thrusted. “You want daddy’s hot cum down your throat?”

You moaned around him, your hand moving ever faster.

“Here we go baby.” He warned you. And with a groan, he came. So much cum, but you loved the taste of him, you lapped up every single drop. He pulled his softening cock out of your mouth.

He looked down at you with so much love. What a sight he must have been seeing, you on your knees, hand on your clothed pussy, tear stained cheeks, and a cock drunk smile on your face. He wet a small washcloth and knelt down in front of you, now eye to eye. He slowly wiped your face. “Such a good girl.” He said, wiping your mouth. “Such a sweet baby. Daddy’s perfect little princess.” He kissed both of your cheeks, before standing up.

“Come on, baby.” He said, offering his hand. “Can you stand?”

You nodded and carefully got to your feet, wobbling a bit. You went to grab the counter for support but he was already there, scooping you into his arms. He carried you bridal style into the bedroom. “Thank you for all your help, baby.” He said, laying you on the bed. “Now let me help you.”

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[deepest-nightmare-expert]

WHOLESOME HEADCANONS FOR EMH BOYS AND A DASH OF PATRICK FROM MLANDERSEN0.

[ Tw /CW mentions of health issues, just general chronic illnesses ECT. and anything that you'd generally expect, from a slenderverse series. Mentions of NSFW self harm emotional distress crying. ]

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Patrick Andersen .

When your having a flare up and need comfort.

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He's seen a couple things, and his own vessel/host body goes through a lot of pain as well so as soon as he sees you struggling to do daily tasks or get up out of bed he knows without a doubt .

↑ you can't hide shit from this man. !

He doesn't say a word watching like a hawk until you come to him, but the second he sees you are in over your head he is right there.

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Need your hair washed but your limbs feel strained ? He knows and will pop up and do it for you if your ok with it.

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Need a reminder to brush you teeth ? Help cleaning your room or doing house chores ? He's right there.

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Will pick you up into his arms when it's all too much, and just sit down on the bed or on the couch just gently holding you and humming a soft tune pulling your hair out of your face and or sitting in silence until your ready to speak.

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He will brush your hair if you need or want him to, and if your having a rough time with getting dressed if your getting too dizzy or are in too much pain to bend over or pull your shirt on or off he is right there without a doubt.

Saying things like "honey it's okay let me help me, please?"

Or "it's okay to ask for help, let me get that for you alright ?"

"Your okay, let me hold you up I got you hon. "

He will just let you cry and gingerly wipe your tears with a bottle of pain meds and water within arms reach .

He's a good caretaker for both you and himself when need be.

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EVAN MYERS.

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He doesn't experience chronic illnesses that have heavy pain, like this so its hard for him to empathize up until he saw you struggling to sit up in bed one day then just laid down and gave up Infront of him from the pain in your spine ...and his heart broke.

He's literally at your beckon call wether you like it or not, always looking up the foods your body needs for nutrients to do with your specific condition.

Helping you with at home physical therapy, making sure you don't over do it.

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Keeps you hydrated and a heating pad on stand by with some pain medicine.

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Always has a warm bath ready when your joints are bothering you with some Epsom salt, and a warm soft fuzzy robe and towel.

Keeps your favorite pillow within arms reach, and makes sure you wear clothes that don't Hinder your physical performances and mobility that they're easy to get on and take off.

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Also gently throws you over his shoulder if he sees you ignoring your bodys need to rest and gently carries you to the couch or bed to lay you down and looks at you like a misbehaving cat with nothing but concern affection and empathy .

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"alright times up, your under arrest. " (Get it??)

Or " cmon cutie, your being laid out. "

Things also such as " nope your comin with me bossy pants. "

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He loves you very much and will often lay down beside you and be a living heating pad for you massaging your achy joints or just holding you swaddled up into his arms resting your head on his chest.

He's protective service dog boy boyfriend .

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VINNY EVERYMAN.

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He didn't get it at first but one day you were doing dishes and got out of breathe, limping to the couch looking guant leaving the water running.

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And then it hit him, you are sick very very sick and after that ? He was always right there within arms reach half the time.

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Always texting check ins and making sure you have eaten and are resting , if he sees you doing a task he asks if you need or want assistance anytime he feels you may need the indication of a offering hand.

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Big soft man cuddles , will hoist you up into his arms and pet your head very gently sitting down on the couch with you and putting on a silly comedy movie you enjoy and getting you some comfort snacks.

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He will not verbally communicate with you, paying attention to your body language and using his own like little hand signals to ask if your ok or a raise of a brow.

This man always makes sure he checks your breathing and movements in case you need more help than he'd first thought or he assumed on first glance.

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When you cry from pain though his body freezes up and his stomach drops but the second he processes your tears he gingerly and quietly walks up to you and holds you gently swaying with you back and forth holding the back of your head in one hand while the other wipes away your tears .

"oh...babe..please let me hold you...I hate when you cry like this.."

"i didn't know it was this bad...why didn't you tell me?"

"here come here let me hold you for a few seconds .."

"come sit down with me okay baby ..? I have you now don't worry your head.."

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He is very supportive he's a silent watcher but verbal when he needs to be the second you need assistance wether it's emotional or physical he is right there.

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JEFF KOVAL

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He works at a hospital so he knows all the right procedures, right there to support you.

Very understanding and accommodating , always makes sure he checks your body up for anything that will need extra assistances .

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Gets accessibility items for you that you need .

Need a walking stick ? He's got you.

Shower chair ? Don't worry bout it it's already there.

Wheelchair ? Boom right here don't have to lift a finger.

Shower step or matt ? You don't even have to ask.

Walker ? Don't even stress he's got you.

Also he has so much access to pain meds or chronic illness aids that he is practically your own personal pharmacist.

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He always is your main support system.

Will also help with physical therapy and find you good referrals to clinics that specialize in your specific needs and conditions.

Will cuddle you and let you touch his fluffy hair for comfort , keep you hydrated and take you on drives or play your favorite music or white noise . Get you your favorite blanket and snuggle up with you no matter what mood he's in he will be right there for you.

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HABIT

He can sniff it out. Will hunt you down and check on you grabbing you into his hands gently and checking over your body anything out of the ordinary he takes you out of order and lays you down in a nest he made for you with your comfort things.

Favorite plushie ? It's in the nest.

Comfort pillow/s ? In the nest.

Security blanket /s ? In the nest.

The hoodies he wears that you always steal ? Right there in the nest fresh clean and soft.

Your favorite socks ? In the nest.

Right beside the nest ? Water your favorite foods , foods for your specific condition your comfort drinks .

On the TV ? You bet your ass he is playing your favorite fuckin comfort show no matter how dumb or good he thinks it is.

Inside the nest ? Heating pad with cat attachments and a habit holding you there with or without your will and petting your hair gently keeping a sharp ass eye on you.

He will not take no as a answer for when your not taking care of yourself and need help.

He will wash your hair wash your body while silently grumbling but be very soft with you sensitive to your emotions just as much as your body.

Similar to Evan he will just yoink you up into his arms wether you like it or not and take you to the comfort nest.

The second you cry he internally panicked he is not used to being a source of comfort but the minute he looks in your eyes and sees what your going through it is his DUTY to take the pain away he's right there at every moment watching waiting and holding you wiping your tears away gently shushing you and whispering very very soft comforting nothing's to you.

Absolutely in arms at the universe for putting this on you but the softest you've ever seen him with you.

He will purr at a attempt to soothe you and say words of affirmation.

"you will be okay ...rabbit , it's not gonna be so bad after long "

"you won't die...i won't let anything get you, its a little pain but your not bleedin yet but the second you do I'll be there alright ?"

"shhh shh your gonna be fine don't worry I gotchta"

"don't waste your tears little rabbit, you'll kick this in no time I know you will your a tough little bastard. "

"It's gonna be okay bunny I know it hurts ..."

He is black cat comfort energy.

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[rea-grimm]

Werewolf Crocodile

You lived your whole life in solitude near the forest. There was a forest on one side and a lake with a sandy beach on the other. Your own oasis of calm, as even the rear tourists didn't venture here.

After all, everyone had heard that there was a giant werewolf with an insatiable hunger in this forest. Allegedly, people were also disappearing, but that was just a legend.

Although a werewolf did show up from time to time. A terrifying nightmare for others, something much different for you. Even though you had a full fistful of him at the moment.

Crocodile, one of the most powerful men in this country has taken a liking to your remote location. He could change here at will without anyone disturbing him. Plus, as you later found out, he loved to roll in the sand.

"Forget about it. I won't let you in until you wash up!” you said sternly blocking the door to your house.

Opposite you stood a giant werewolf with black fur that was completely covered in sand that fell off him with every step. Crocodile snarled at you, demanding his way inside.

“This doesn't work for me. You know very well where the hose is. I don't want a sandbox from my home. You have no idea how long it took me to get rid of that sand from the last time. "You replied sternly, crossing your arms over your chest. 

When you first found out the truth about him, you were scared of him. Now that you knew what he was like and what your relationship was like, you knew what you could afford. 

It wasn't just a job anymore when you rented him your land. You were something more. The crocodile snapped after you but didn't bite. He taunted you.

“Try this on people in your casino, not here! "You didn't give in. But even Crocodile wasn't going to just back down and kept growling at you.

“I'll make you a hot bath for that,” you added. But even that didn't talk him out of it. You finally got mad and slammed the door in his face, saying you were going to fill his bath. His fault if it cools off by then.

As you said, you also went to the bathroom. Before you met him, you had a classic small bathtub where you mostly showered. It was enough for your needs.

However, it was too small for Crocodile and he couldn't even sit comfortably there. Moreover, he was used to a completely different luxury. You were sure that if he could, he would turn your small house into a giant luxury villa.

But it was still your house and you weren't going to give it up without a fight. In the end, you gave way to a few changes. One of them was a new bathroom with a giant bathtub that could compete with the indoor pool in how big it was.

Your new bathtub would rather belong in a castle or a luxury hotel. You definitely wouldn't look for something like that in a small house in the middle of nowhere.

In addition, he had so many products that you could only guess what they were for. All of course first-class quality. Among all this, you also found several products for dogs. But when you knew what he was, it didn't seem so strange to you.

You turned on the hot water, and poured some products into the bath for a better experience, and also because Crocodile put up with it. The room was filled with the pleasant smell of oils in the water along with the others.

As the tub slowly filled, you dipped your hand lightly into the water. Or rather just fingers for now. As the water rose, your hand was submerged more and more. Before the tub was filled, you prepared his favourite bath robe.

As if Crocodile had a sixth sense, the door opened just as you turned off the water. The werewolf walked in, still dripping with water even though he had a towel wrapped around his waist.

He still hadn't been completely turned into a human. He still had wolf ears, and a long bushy tail that was slick from the water was flapping behind him. Long sharp claws on one hand and his classic golden hook was missing from the other.

You were actually glad he listened to you and a little surprised. He never took orders from anyone. He listened to you here and there, but it was more the other way around. Just by looking at him, you could see that he didn't like the water from the hose.

“I made you a bath as promised,” you smiled at him and tapped the edge of the bath.

"Next time you'll go under the ice water with me," he growled, still irritated by the hose. However, he did not refuse a hot bath. He took off his towel and got into the water.

“Try to understand me,” you said softly and started massaging his shoulders. You knew how stiff his muscles were after the transformation.

You felt him relax under your touch. He closed his eyes and you could see the previous rage leaving him.

"I'll get you a heated shower outside. And I don't want to hear any objections," he said after a while when he opened his eyes again. You just smiled at that. If it wasn't something huge it didn't matter.

You slowly began massaging his head as Crocodile let out a contented sigh and leaned his head more into your touch.

"Mmm, now all it needs is a cigar," he said happily.

“Not in the bath,” you answered automatically. Crocodile just chuckled at that. This time he did without it. A hot bath and your hands were enough for him.

After some time, Crocodile grabbed your hand, pulled you to him lightly and kissed you. However, it was just a small kiss. He didn't like how you bent over.

Before you knew it, he pulled you into the tub with him. You yelped in shock as you fell into the water. You felt him wrap his arms around you and pull you close.

He cupped your face and gently caressed your cheek, his claw lightly grazing your skin. 

"It's better this way," chuckled Crocodile. He leaned in slightly before kissing you. This time, however, much hungrier and more demanding than before.

Then when you pulled away, he still held you close. Intoxicated from the kiss, you felt your clothes sticking uncomfortably to you. You wanted to climb out, but Crocodile wouldn't let you. You had the impression that it was his little revenge for that hose.

"Where's the rush? He asked you with a smug smile.

“I don't like to bathe in clothes,” you replied.

“I'll get you a new one,” he said casually, capturing your lips in a kiss again. You had no right to object to this.

Crocodile Masterlist

[avengerscompound]

The Tower - Nyotaimori

The Tower One Shot

Series Masterlist

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2253

Warnings:  smut (nyotaimori, bisexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal fingering)

Synopsis:   During the twins' first day of school, the Sex-Vengers decide to do something they can't do with the kids around, and Elly agrees to be the table while they eat sushi.

Author’s Note: Requested by mary_2824 on Wattpad.  You can send in your requests too

Nyotaimori

Takes place during The Tower: Family immediately after chapter 16: Reminiscing.

I stepped out of the shower, aching in a pleasant post-sex way.  I’d just been put through my paces.  Today was the twins' first day of school and when we’d gotten home, we’d gone to the home cinema and fucked while we watched old videos of our past exploits.  I’d ended up with Tony, Thor, Bruce, and Clint all inside me at the same time, so I was feeling particularly fucked out.

I wasn’t done though.  Natasha had the idea that we have Nyotaimori for lunch and that I would act as the plate.

I was a little nervous about it.  Not because I was feeling insecure or anything like that.  It sounded sexy and I knew my husbands and wives all found me completely irresistible.  I didn’t doubt that they’d be turned on by me lying there while they ate sushi off my naked body.  After the wedding ceremony on Asgard, I didn’t even have any sign of scarring from my cesarean to feel self-conscious about.

I just knew what it was like having to lie completely still for a long time, and I worried that if I got bored it might spoil the experience.

I did want to try it though, and I knew I was safe with all of them.  If I was going to try it, I might as well do it properly.  I dried and fixed my hair, put on some makeup, and grabbed a black and silver filigree masquerade mask and a pair of black kitten heels from the walk-in.

Natasha came into the bedroom while I was slipping on a robe.  “Lunch is here.  Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” I said.

She laughed and took my hand.  “You can always say no, you know?”

“Of course, I do,” I said.  “But you look pretty when you do the puppy dog eyes.”

She laughed and nudged me.  “You’re one of two people I’d let get away with even hinting that I would ever do puppy dog eyes.”

“Speaking of puppy dogs…” I said.

She laughed.  “Don’t worry.  The dog walker came to take them out for a few hours.  You’re not gonna get any random dogs running in and trying to eat sushi off you.”

We went down to the dining area, the rest of the group was over in the living area and could see what was going on, but Natasha called out to them not to look so it would be a surprise.  I felt a little bad for Natasha that she didn’t get the surprise too.  Especially given that this was her idea.  I figured that the reason why it was her was just that she knew what needed to be done.

She’d already laid a cloth over the table with one of our nicer towels on top of that and a pillow.  I took off my robe, climbed up on the table, and lay down.  As I slipped the mask on, Natasha brought the bags of sushi over.

“Okay,” she said.  “Get as comfortable as you can.  Hands at your sides.”

I lay down as she instructed and Natasha started to lay out the sushi. She started by placing long green leaves over various parts of my body, down my stomach, over my groin, down my arms and legs, and two small leaves to cover each nipple.  She artfully placed each one down and placed orchid blossoms around some of them.  “Where did you even get those from?”

“Honey, you haven’t figured out that money can pretty much get you anything delivered in an hour?” she teased.  “FRIDAY contacted a place that does these kinds of parties and negotiated a price for them to be delivered as soon as they could.”

I laughed and shook my head. “I guess I’ll never get used to that.”

When the plants were in place, Natasha began setting up the sushi.  There were a lot of us, and with Bruce, Steve, Thor, and Bucky, a lot of food was needed, so there was far more sushi than could ever fit on me.  Natasha wasn’t concerned.  She placed the sushi in patterns so it worked, putting as much on me that fit without looking cluttered.  She then set the rest out around me in piles on plates along with the dipping sauces and accoutrements.

“Okay, she’s ready,” Natasha said, getting up on a chair so she could take a photo of me.

The rest of the group all made their way into the room.  “Damn,” Sam said.  “You look so hot, princess.”

Clint whistled. “And how.  God damn.”

They all took seats around the table.  Tony was the first one to take the leap and take a piece of sushi.  He picked up his chopsticks and took a piece from my stomach.  “Mm… presentation does affect the taste,” he said.  “This is good.”

Steve had taken a seat closer to my head.  “How are you doing there, sweetheart?” he asked. “Are you comfortable?”

“Mm-hmm,” I hummed.  “I’m all good.  Thank you, honey.”

“You tell me if that changes,” he said and picked up a piece of sushi from my shoulder with his chopsticks.

“I wonder how the kids are going?”  Wanda said.

“I am sure they’re having a wonderful time,” Thor said.  “Riley will be entertaining all her new friends with her powers!”

“Oh god, I hope not,” Sam said.  “It was hard enough for us to convince them she would be safe to go.”

“I’m sure if anything had happened, they’d have called,” Natasha said.

“I hope so,” Bucky agreed.  “I hope they’re settling in okay.  But if they’re having trouble, I hope the school calls.  I don’t want things to get out of control because we never find out about it.”

“I’m sure it will be fine, Buck,” Steve said.  “They know things are a little different for them.”

“Can you check, El?” Clint asked.

I looked down at the threads that connected me to my family and I wound my fingers around the sky-blue thread that joined me to Riley and the grass-green thread that connected to Pietro.  I closed my eyes and focused on them.  Warmth and joy traveled down into me from the children and a soft smile settled on my lips.  “They’re having fun.  It’s lunchtime there too.  They’re outside playing.”

“See, it’s all good,” Clint said.  “Now let’s stop worrying about them, and enjoy this feast in front of us.”  He ran the end of his chopstick up my side and I squealed and flinched away from him.

“Stop it, Clint!” I said.

“Don’t mess with her, Clint,” Steve said, his disappointed-dad tone in full effect.  “This has to be hard enough to do as it is.”

“Yeah, Clint,” I pouted.  “No one has even offered to feed me any yet.”

“I’m sorry princess,” Clint said.  “What do you want?  One of these tempura thingies?”

“Yes, please.”

He picked up a shrimp tempura nigiri with his chopsticks and held it to my mouth and I awkwardly took a bite.  We both started laughing when the Nigiri broke apart at my bite and showed rice on my face.

“Well that didn’t work,” Clint said, eating the other half of the piece.

I shook my head laughing, trying to shake the sticky rice off my skin.  Steve reached over and brushed the rice from my face.  I swallowed what was in my mouth and wrinkled my nose.  “On second thought, I might just wait to eat when the rest of you are done.”

“Are you sure, El?  You really don’t have to do this,” Steve said.

“I’m sure.  I like being the center of attention,” I assured him.

“I’ll set some aside for you,” Steve said and began to fill a plate with sushi that I could eat.

There was a small lull in conversation as everyone focused on eating for a moment.  There was getting to be less food on me, though the two pieces covering my nipples were still in place along with a scattering of others over my body.

“Do we think these babies will have powers?”   Bruce asked, breaking the silence.

He sounded worried.  I knew he was. The potential for powers was a big part of that.  His struggles with the Hulk had been so hard on him and so volatile that the idea of powers being good, even now that his two aspects had been merged, was difficult for him to understand.

“You have all been absorbed into the Asgardian Pantheon.  You are gods, minor deities granted, but still gods.  Our children will all be gods as well,” Thor said.  “So they will each have their own gifts.”

“Will they be like ours?” Clint asked.  “I mean, Riley has weather-related powers like you.  Will Natasha’s baby have some kind of camouflage power or animal-related power?”

Thor shook his head.  “It is difficult to say.  Stories shape our magic.  Powers can be revealed at opportune moments, be passed on from parent to child, and be passed from one to another to complete a quest.  My powers can be shared through Mjolnir for example.  The powers our children are blessed with will fit their story.”

“That sounds like such horse shit,” Tony scoffed.  “Just say you don’t know.”

“Tony,” Steve scolded.

Tony huffed.  “Fine.”  He paused for a moment then mumbled, “Sorry, Thor.”

“You do not have to believe, Anthony,” Thor said. “The magic exists whether you believe in it or not.”

I knew how hard it was for Tony to bite his tongue after that.  It was pretty funny how absolutely dedicated to his atheism he was after everything we've been through.  He always said just because he was old and did things we didn’t understand, didn’t make him a god.

Tony huffed.  “Fine,” he said.  “I’m gonna eat one of these nip pieces.”

He snatched one of the maki rolls from my breast and put it in his mouth.  The leaf remained in place, so as he chewed, he reached over and flicked it away.  My nipple had pebbled under the cool leaf, and Tony ran his thumb around it and began to massage my breast.

I let out a soft moan and Tony smirked at me, swallowing his sushi.  “You like that do you, honey?”

“Uh-huh,” I hummed.

Tony leaned over the table and began to suck on my breast.  I moaned louder and my toes curled.  “Fuck, Tony.”

I had no idea what Tony’s plans were here.  We’d just had some crazy sex.  I thought it would be at least an hour or two before anyone was ready for more.  He was more than happy to just tease me though.  It made it very hard to lay still, and I squirmed as he suckled on my breast.

Steve ate the other piece that had been on my breast and as soon as he’d picked it up, Clint was leaning over the table and latching onto my nipple.

I cried out and my legs trembled as I tried not to buck my hips and send food flying everywhere.  My eyes squeezed closed as I tried to focus, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.  I was already soaking wet.

There was movement around my legs, plates being moved out of the way, and then two hands gripped my ankles, one cool metal and the other warm flesh. 

Bucky dragged me down to the end of the table.  I squealed and broke into giggles.  What remaining sushi that was still on me was sent scattering, some still sticking to my skin, the rest rolling off onto the table.  My giggles were cut short as Bucky lunged in and began eating me out.  He didn’t hold back, his tongue lapped all around my folds and he plunged two fingers inside me.  Given how recently I’d had pretty full-on sex, I was already overworked and over-sensitive, and I arched up hard and cried out.

No one else seemed particularly interested in doing anything other than watch or help bring me over - and that was not going to take long.

Bucky suckled on my clit and thrust his fingers in and out at a frantic rate.  His fingers hit my g-spot again and again.  I was sent reeling, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure surging through me.  It was added to by Tony and Clint sucking and massaging my breasts, and the other touching and kissing me. 

It was too much.  I couldn’t hold on and my orgasm crashed down on me hard.  I cried out, bucking up and arching violently off the table as I gushed on Bucky.  Lights popped in my eyes and for a moment, I was aware of nothing except that intense endorphin rush.

I flopped back down, breathing heavily and Bucky pulled back. “God damn,” he said.

I moaned, breathing heavily, and waved my hand back and forth.

“You okay there, Mishka?” Natasha asked.

“Uh-huh,” I said.  “No one else gonna come?”

“That was for you,” Bucky said.

“Thank you,” I said in a slight sing-song voice.

Steve came and helped me up, and Bruce helped with my robe.  “Do you want to eat now?” Wanda asked.

“Yes, please,” I said.

“You do that, and we’ll clean up,” Steve said.

“And when you’re done, you can get dressed and we’ll go get the kids,” Sam said.

I beamed at him.  I thought today would be stressful and full of worry, but instead, thanks to my unique family, it had been completely amazing.

~ END ~

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

The Purple Sign. Part II

Self-Aware! Teruko Okura x GN! Reader

Description: There is a purple sign on your bedroom's door. Part II

Hurt/Comfort. Teruko pampering.

Warning: English is my second language

Teruko Okura barges in your room. She is holding The Purple Sign in one hand. With her other hand she presses a soft bundle to her chest.

She steps inside your room. And freezes. Vice-Captain of Hunting Dogs stands absolutely still. If her chest didn't rise and fall, Teruko could easily be mistaken for a statue.

You stand up from your chair and approach Teruko. She still stands there. Her eyes are half-closed.

You touch her hand, which holds The Purple Sign. And you wait.

Teruko just stands there. Then she slowly opens her palm and places The Purple Sign into your hand.

You smile briefly. You nod towards your bed. Teruko shook her head and sit down on the chair you were sitting earlier. She was still clutching the bundle.

You step outside and put The Purple Sign on your door. You closed the door behind you.

Teruko sits on a chair with her head thrown back. The bundle is now laying on her lap. You see, that it was a towel and some comfy clothes. Comfortable enough to sleep in it.

Teruko's voice was uncharacteristically quiet.

"Can you, please..."

Teruko cast a quick glance at the bathroom door.

There were multiple bathrooms in the house. One of them was connected to your room.

Sometimes, pampering of BSD Cast includes giving them a relaxing bath. Surprisingly, Teruko Okura likes having relaxing bathes.

You nod.

"Will do."

Teruko looks at you. Her eyes looked tired.

"And... Can I stay here for tonight?"

You nod again. Teruko closes her eyes. She seems deep in thoughts.

Meanwhile, you walked into the bathroom.

Step One. You lit up some scented candles. The faint aroma soon fills the room.

Step Two. You fill the bath with nice warm water. You add salt and bubbles. Then you wait until bath is full.

Step Three. You return to your room and open the doors of the emergency shelf.

You take your trusty electric kettle, water bottle, soft fluffy bath robe and few blankets from 'For everyone' section. Then you open a drawer with Teruko's name on it.

Hairbrush. Scrunchy. Basket with essential oils.

You put brush, kettle and blankets on your bed. You approach Teruko, who is still sits with her head thrown back and closed eyes.

You nudge her shoulder. Teruko perked up and take towel and basket from your hands. She shook her head.

"Don't need the bathrobe. I brought this" She raises her bundle up.

With her hands full, she goes to the bathroom.

You turn on the purple light, close the curtains. You turn on the electric kettle. While water is boiling, you take some soft biscuits from the mini fridge you have in your room.

You take a hairdryer out of the drawer. Now, time to wait.

Teruko returns thirty minutes later. She is dressed in a long tunic and a pair of shorts. Teruko sits down on the chair again.

You turn on the hairdryer and, armed with a brush, began to dry and comb Teruko’s hair.

Teruko's hair is long and thick, so, it takes time to dry it.

Gently combing each strand, you blow dry it.

When Teruko's hair remains slightly damp, you put the hair dryer down and begin massaging her scalp and handling strands of her hair.

Soon, you start talking.

"Here you can live as you want"

You massage the spot behind her ears. In a circular motion, clockwise.

"No one will force you and the others to be cruel."

You massage her ears for a few minutes.

"Now this is your world too"

You quickly rinse your hands and carefully begin massaging Teruko's face.

"You don't have to prove your right to live here."

The massage continues for another ten minutes. You massage her shoulders while Teruko shares her thoughts with you.

After the massage is finished, you make Teruko tea. The water in the kettle is warm, ideal for tea.

Teruko insists that you drink tea and eat biscuits together. You join her.

There is no discussing problems over tea. Only funny incidents from life and the latest news.

You fall asleep in the same bed. You kiss the top of Teruko's head once before turning your back to her. She hugs you from behind, placing her head between your shoulder blades.

Who would have thought that Teruko is a big spoon?

The two of you fall asleep. Safe. And nothing bothers you two.

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Ooh speaking abt baths, my dog also hates them but will patiently wait until it's done (unless you stop cooing at her, then she tries to climb out of the tub like a wet rat 🐀) but once she's out I towel her off before letting her shake the rest off while holding a towel over her so water doesn't get everywhere lol. Then it's time for zoomies!!! Before being combed which she actually loves (no hair dryer though because she does Not like wind)

So I'm imagining sheep!MC absolutely taking off the second bath time is over; running away from the brothers and leaving a trail of water through the house. Happily baa-ing and zooming around until they get tired enough someone can scoop them up to get them dry. I feel like they'd be calm with Asmo though, especially with a cute modified tub for them. He'd treat it like a spa day and cut little cucumbers to put on their eyes! He also must have a magic noiseless hair dryer. They'd also probably be calmer if Simeon and Luke were sheepsitting but even then they'd probably at least try to shake some water off at the angels for some chaotic fun

OH YES sheep MC zoomies!!!! That'd be so freaking cute, just imagine that lil fluff ball running around the House of Lamentation like crazy and it's all clopclopclopclop 'cause of their hooves as;lfkdfj

Ahh your pupper sounds so cute!! I think it's so funny how you get the doggos that love bath time and then you get the ones that are more like okay fine, I will tolerate this if I must. Like you know they're just doing it to make their human happy lol!

Now I'm also imagining sheep MC finally tiring themselves out. Mammon is maybe the only one who could catch them when they're going full speed, but once they've slowed down, it's whoever's closest! Except maybe not Belphie because I could see him scooping up MC and then promptly falling asleep with them snuggled in his arms. No drying getting done at all lol.

I totally see Asmo treating sheep MC's bath time like one of those videos where someone has their cat in a little robe and like brushes their fur with a makeup brush and so on. He would go all out. I love the cucumbers, but I also feel like sheep MC would rather eat them.

Sheepsitting angels omg!! I love that, too! You know 'cause sheep MC is trying to be good but they just can't help shaking that water off at them! You know Simeon is probably laughing and Luke is like MC how could you?!? I love it!