#give me large warm fluffy blankets back

[thestaticonyourscreen]

they just don't make blankets like they used to

[goaskangel]

nanami really loving you on valentine's day!

cw : aggresive, perv nanami, groping, dry humping, breeding(?), alcohol mention, yummy asfff

word count : 1.8k

you may have gone overboard with the cleaning. your apartment doesn’t look lived in, more like an IKEA showroom. it’s not like nanami’s an inspector, he’s your boyfriend. new though, you’re not very close and it’s only been a couple of months but he was manly enough to ask you to be his valentine, how could you resist!

he’s just so perfect, you daydream while flattening the creases of the couch’s pillow. golden and groomed blonde hair, ironed suits, old fashioned manners. how his voice goes softer when he’s speaking to you, his strong teeth and subtle smile only coming out for you. it feels like you’ve won a national prize every time you break his calm and collected attitude and manage to make his pale complex warm up. you dimmed the living room since you planned a casual movie-night with him, hopefully not too casual for him. 

god knows he’ll show up in his signature suit and sit up-right while you play a stupid rom-com. that would be kind of nice. finally all alone, together, on a comfy couch. you could crawl onto his lap, tug on his tie, lick on his collared neck. kiss him like you mean it, no fear of the public. 

you squint at your suddenly changed thoughts and get up with a sigh, knowing him, he might not make a move. but he’s only a man…?

you wait for the door’s bell. when it comes, you give yourself a few seconds and fix your hair before walking to the door. you can’t make it seem like you’d been waiting, that’d be ridiculous. suddenly your thoughts of changing your clothes because it’s a bit too chilly pass your mind when you see him. like lava streams in your blood, you warm up to a casual nanami. a pretty man dressed in a gray sweatshirt that painfully compliments his skin showed up timely to spend time with his girlfriend on valentine’s, you could faint!

“hello. picked up flowers on the way, these are for you.” he tilts the bouquet, your favorite, towards you gently, grinning warmly, making his eyes squint. you swear you could eat his face. 

“thank you, thank you!” you’re handed the flowers as he steps closer to you, pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead as you take them, inhaling the floral aroma mixed with his peppery and woody cologne.

“i love them, but you didn’t have to, really.”

“it’s valentine’s day and the least i could do.” same soft smile on his lips. 

you smile, too hard, at his gesture and move to the side to let him in. he kicks off his shoes as you quickly close and lock the front door, placing the flowers on the kitchen counter. 

“it’s not too hot in here, i hope.” 

“it’s just fine,” he offhandedly observes the room, an appreciation for what you’ve done to the place. he tugs at his sleeves and rolls them up, revealing strong forearms. jesus christ. you snap out of your gaze and rush to sit at the couch, a thick blanket and a couple of fluffy pillows decorated the comfy space. rich chocolate and drinks already set at the coffee-table, and his favorite desserts from a bakery? you pat at the spot next to you and hold back a giggle when he sits next to you. his black pants spreading neatly over his thighs, your eyes carefully wandering to the seam of the zipper, your mouth pooling. 

“here, get comfy.” you toss the large pull-over on the both of you, taking in the sight of him, shuffling closer to you and warming up to the blanket around him. 

“quite a fine home you’ve got, it’s extremely cozy.” he throws an arm over you. 

“i try. it’s not usually this… tidy.”

“what? you’re trying to impress me?” he teases. 

“it’s your first time over, i wanna make you feel good an’ comfy.” 

“well, it’s working.” he smooths his hand over your hot cheek, the metal of his ringed index finger brushing over you.

you spend the remaining time opening chocolate and bakery boxes, feeding each other and occasionally kissing while a movie plays in the background. you hope for any move during the time he’s with you, any move at all. maybe a lingering kiss. it’s so distracting the way the shadows of the dark room and light source from the tv brighten his sharp features. you’re leaning into his warm chest as his fingers graze over your exposed thighs, sipping the wine you bought that he surprisingly, and thankfully, really enjoyed. 

another scene of the characters just talking and spilling lore, he sets the half-full glass down and focuses on you. eyes on the screen but his palm has splayed to soothe and grope over your thigh. he notices your obedience, spreading your legs just by the tiniest bit. his slips his hand into your inner thigh and that’s where you roll your body slowly. 

his eyes are now on you, and your bodies mingled under the sheet as you watch the movie. mmm, thank god you wore thin shorts and a random t-shirt. you feel as his fingers graze over your thinly covered cunt, tips coming down to rub your clit. your gaze stays straight but you don’t focus, you’re unable too.

“c���mere,” nanami fixes your slouched posture so you sit with your back on his chest, your legs open and pliable for him to touch and grope at your body. 

“kento.” you mumble, dazed, when his hand slides underneath your damp panties to tease at your folds. 

“mhm, you’re so beautiful.” he sniffs at your hair as his other hand grips under your bra to hold and fondle your breast. the wine was really getting to you both. a sudden pulse at your lower back as he grinds gently into you, how tight had his pants gotten? 

finally, finally, he got his hands on you. even under a blanket, you look down to watch the fabric move in waves as he rubbed your most sensitive parts, the alcohol heightening your senses. skilled hands pacing gentle but greedy circles on your buds as you gripped the remote. you appreciate his sexual activity, it’s just so much more aggressive than you thought he ever could be. his sweet words and gestures all hid his intrusive and perverse actions.

“god, i need to feel you.” he highlights his eagerness with an extra squeeze. you pathetically push the blanket off the couch and with trembling hands, you move yourself to face him. he lays himself down as you sit on his lap. you moan quietly when you feel him against your soiled shorts, bucking your hips down to get more of the twitching sensation below his belt. humping the fat chub under his pants, you craved it more than anything.

“uh-huh, that’s good. baby, you’re so good to me. that’s it.” his hands hold a bruising grip on your hips as you grind slowly but firmly on his hard cock. 

“couldn’t stop thinking about this,” he groans when you rub your fat cunt directly on his tip, “this pretty body on mine, you’re so fucking hard to resist.” his cursing going right to your achy clit. you hop off and watch him violently take his belt off, switching your spots and filling the void between your legs with his hips. pulling his sweater off and tossing it as you do the same with your top. his pale skin so handsome and soft with his softer muscles and a layer of fat on his stomach from eating all his favorite breads. so sexy, you wrap your legs around his waist. you shake your head at the condom he pulls out from his pocket. 

“needa feel you, your cock in me, please. don’t want anything between us, kento, please please. it’s valentine’s, let me do this for you.” 

“perfect girl, you’re gonna kill me.” but he complies, gladly tossing the latex and pulling the confinements of his cock down. you whine at his contents. big and hard, the first time you’ve seen this part of him. you love it, he hasn’t even fucked you and you already love it, love him. 

you nod aggressively when he lines his chubby, weeping tip against your soppy pussy. letting it catch a few times as he rocks back and forth, the moves of his sexy hips making you throb. he fulfills his own fantasies of his raw cock on his beautiful girl’s wet cunt whilst she begs for him to fill her up and make her his. 

“you want it, sweetheart?”

“more than anything, yes yes yes.” 

“no protection, nothing protecting you? you sure, love? it’s risky.”

“don’t care. i’ll have your babies if you want to, if i have to – jus’ give it to me.” 

“mmm, babies, huh… you sure that’s not the wine talking?” sick, even if it wasn’t the lust from being slightly tipsy, he wouldn’t, couldn’t, stop himself.

you could cry with all the teasing he’s doing but you lose your breath when he pushes himself into your perfect, tight cunt. all his. he takes your limp and delicate upper frame to his advantage and undoes your bra. nanami rolls himself deeper into you as he watches your pretty tits bounce with every move. 

“so good, ken, thank you..!” as he presses himself into the depths of your cunt. you're unbelievably tight and so warm when he bottoms out as far as he can without really breaking you in. 

he’s slow, eager and certainly not collected as he usually is but he takes his time to fuck you. you’re so drunk on lust and sex that you just agree to whatever he says. his pretty girl wants to be all his? have his kids? marry him and be taken care of and fucked so good daily? you nod and babble to all of it. as he speeds up, his sloppy kisses and skilled tongue on your nipples slow and he concentrates on making you both come. the movie ended a while ago and the rooms filled with groans and moans, sloppy and slippery squelches and slaps. 

his kisses his thumb wet and massages little circles into your sensitive clit. you writhe at not only the delicious friction but how you tighten up again around his cock, stretching you out all over again. 

“close, i’m close. keep fucking me, kento, yes, mhm. yesyesyes..” you jump at the overwhelming, intense orgasm and milk out every single ribbon of creamy cum into you. growling and furrowing his dark brows as he creams directly at your cervix. 

“good, good girl.” he snaps through his teeth as he finishes inside you. smoothing his hand over your pelvis and under your naval. gasping and panting as you both collect yourselves. he sinks down to rub his sweating face into your neck, kissing you gently again as you pull and stroke his blonde locks. ending such a day with all his love! <3

happy valentine's day you FREAKS

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[writingoddess1125]

Window Visit

Masterlist <<

>> Kofi cause I'm Poor

Kurt Wagner x GN Reader

Fluffy Fluff Ass Fluff!

Soft snores filled your small one bedroom apartment, you having had a rather long day had been dead to the world- Drool staining your pillow as you were off in the land of fluffy clouds.

Tap Tap...

Why were the clouds making a tapping noise?

Tap Tap Tap..

The Fuc-

Tap Tap Tap Tap!

You wake up from your odd dream with a start, looking around confused as you hear the tapping sound once again. Looking to your window as you just saw- Darkness? Turning on your light quickly you almost give a soft shriek as you see Kurt, AKA The Amazing Nightcrawler and your dear friend on your window seal waving at you with a clearly busted face and cheeky smile.

"Oh my God Kurt!" You rush over falling from your bed and to the floor to the window and slide it open quickly, pulling the blue man inside as he holds his side and chuckles.

"Surprise!" He says far too cheerfully for your taste.

"Why didn't you just teleport inside!? Youre injured!" You hiss at him still a bit asleep as you look over him a bit frantically, luckily you saw only a few scraps and probably some bruising however nothing seemed to serious off first glance.

"Its Rude to just appear in someone's home Schatz" He said with a chuckle before wincing softly, You shaking your head at his antics.

"Think anything is broken or are you just bruised?" You ask, Kurt gives a soft shrug. "Bruised mostly, a few nice cuts. Nothing too bad"

You nod, leading him towards the bathroom.

"Best to get you washed up first, then I can get you bandaged up" You say, Kurt nodding as he followed you, watching you grab some stuff for him.

"Come on, Pop the top" You say as you wave your hand for his shirt, he chuckles and peels it off and hands it to you, being mindful of his injuries. You exchanging it for a fluffy towel, spare toothbrush and a wash cloth.

"Wanting to stare?" He teased as he gestured to his naked torso, You rolling your eyes and giving a fake purr at him.

"Of course Blue~ Now. Freshen Up, You smell" You say sticking your tongue out at him which made Kurt laugh and wave you away. You taking his top with you and close the bathroom door behind you, chucking his shirt in the wash as you hear some water running.

Kurt sighs as he looks around your space- Seeing the different products you kept and such before jumping in the shower to get cleaned up.

He spent a good 20 minutes in the shower, which allowed you time to grab some extra blankets and pillows to toss on your bed. Making sure to also lock the window. When the water shut off you walked back over and knocked, The door swinging open as Kurt stood with the towel around his waist brushing his teeth.

"Vo 'ou 'always ha'e 'xtra tuu'th 'rushes?" (Do you always have extra tooth brushes?) He asked taking time to get his fangs and spitting-

"Yes your suppose to get a new one ever 3 months blue-" His brows raised at this in surprise as he set the brush down.

"3 Monate?!" He exclaimed as you nod.

"Come on, sit on the throne, it will be easier to get you bandaged anyway" You say as you walk into your bathroom turning on the warm water and grab the med kit under the sink, Kurt chuckles as he takes a seat on the closed toilet while keeping the towel around his waist tighter to keep modest, you beginning to take a warm rag to any noticeable cuts, making the man hiss in pain.

"Big Baby- Now why aren't you at Xavier's were Doc Mccoy can give you some proper medical care" You question, cleaning a would would some rubbing alcohol as you placed a large bandage across it.

"Ah Meine bessere Hälfte, you make it sound like you don't want me vere" He said with a cheeky smile, You giving him a playful glare as you began to wrap his torso in a thick bandage.

"You know that's not what I meant Fuzzy-"

"Nein, I was on the way back and we flew near by your place. Decided to stop by and visit" He admitted, while you wanted to be mad at him for doing something like that you couldn't. Instead going and placing some bandages on his face after wiping the blood clean.

"Well- Next time just teleport in, Id hate for you to catch a cold trying to visit" You say, shooting him a smile as you wrap up his fingers last- seeing a few cuts on them most likely from the handle of his sword.

"And All done! There!" You beam a smile at him which he returns, wiggling his three fingers at you.

"Danke"

You slide the med kit back and clean up the bits of trash from the counter. Kurt rolling up with a sigh as he followed you out still in his towel as he saw you chuck his pants into the wash having grabbed them from the floor on your way out.

"Uhh Engel my-" He gestured to his clothes in the wash.

"Ill give you something to wear, besides its late anyway- Just spend the night" You call out from your room, the sound of shuffling going on as Kurt turned to your tiny apartment couch.

"Ah Do you want me on the Couc-"

He was cut off as a pair of your shorts hit his face, Him pulling it off with his tail as he glanced in your direction. Seeing you already climbing in bed as you pat the space next to you.

"Get in the Bed Fuzzy-"

You call out, Kurt seeming to freeze for a moment before smiling- Stepping just out of your view to slip into the shorts before teleporting himself next to your bed.

"Goodnight Engel" Kurt said softly, his tail wrapping around your waist as you yawn closing your eyes and letting sleep reclaim you, a smile now on your lips.

Kurt slowly sliding into your bed as he gave a loud groan- clearly his body exhausted from his mission and a soft bed was more then welcome, Pulling the blankets over both of you as you cuddle into the Blue man, he hesitates but only for a second as he wraps his arms around you with a content sigh.

"Goodnight Blue"

[cvntydazai]

bad arguments

how these bsd characters are after a bad argument

pairing; dazai osamu x fem!reader, chuuya nakahara x fem!reader, ryunosuke akutagawa x fem! reader

word count; 916

content warning; unedited, angst, fluff, arguing, miscommunication

a/n; just something random i wrote while taking a break from my dazai fic!

DAZAI OSAMU:

arguing with dazai was exhausting, this man would rather die a painful death than admit he was in the wrong about anything, it was usually why your fights got more out of hand than they ever needed to be. you hated how he tried to deflect from a situation instead of just owning up to his mistakes.

one particularly heated argument had you so riled up you had to leave your apartment, no longer wanting to look your lover in the eye until he was ready to apologize. he didn’t even spare you a glance as you left, a smug expression on his face.

you make your return to your apartment many hours later, it was now nighttime and much too late to be out, especially alone. the first thing your eye catches when you walk through the door is dazai’s fluffy head of hair resting on the couch. you huff, putting your coat up before walking over to the couch.

“are you ready to apol-“ you stop mid-sentence when you realize dazai’s asleep.

he looked uncomfortable, heavy eyebags and his head resting at an awkward angle on the arm rest. you couldn’t help it, a soft coo leaves your lips and it wakes him instantly. those honey eyes were everything but smug this time around.

“my flower, you’re back.” he mumbles, large hands reaching up to caress your face.

“i am..” you say, he smiles.

you continue to stare into his gaze for just a little longer, the silence draping over the two of you like a warm blanket. he knows that what you’re truly waiting for is his apology, he was more than happy to give it to you.

“i’m sorry, for everything. forgive me?” he says at last in his usual supple tone.

of course you forgave him, you always would.

CHUUYA NAKAHARA:

fights with chuuya usually didn’t last long, you two actually pride yourself on your communication when it comes to your relationship. he would never try to hurt you intentionally, you’re the most important person to him and he makes sure you never forget it.

but this one fight had you both out of control. you don’t remember who started it but no one was willing to end it, anything that came out of either of your mouths was only more fuel for the fire. if you were being honest with yourself, it terrified you. it wasn’t chuuya and his capabilities that had you so scared, you knew he would never bring any harm your way, it was the reality that this fight could be the ending to your relationship.

you didn’t want it to end like this, it couldn’t end like this. he was all you had and you would never forgive yourself if this was how it ends. so caught up in your own frightened mind, you didn’t even notice that chuuya quieted down and was staring into your eyes.

“ey, why are you crying?” he didn’t mean for the question to come out as harsh as it did, he was just so taken aback.

when you didn’t reply he really started to worry, his mind no longer focused on whatever you two were bickering about.

“come on doll, please don’t cry. i’m sorry.” his voice only made more salty tears spill from your eyes, in your opinion you didn’t deserve such tenderness.

he wrapped his arms around your frame, his hand on the back of your head and his face buried in your hair. he let you sob your heart out, even if it made his own heart ache. when you finally calmed down you were ready to speak.

“am i still the most important person in the world to you?” he smiled.

“of course you are.”

RYONUSUKE AKUTAGAWA:

you knew your boyfriend wasn’t good at communicating, a part of you had accepted that wholeheartedly. he made his efforts because of how deeply he cared for you and you felt that was enough most of the time. your arguments were mostly about his carelessness when it came to his own personal safety, his nonchalant attitude to your concerns irritated you down to your core.

“if you’re going to act stupid and put yourself in avoidable danger then i’m leaving, i can’t take this.” you misspoke, his eyes widened.

what you truly meant was that you were leaving for a moment to calm down, not leaving him entirely. you could only stare in shock at what nonsense you just spewed from your mouth, guilt weighed down your body, preventing you from taking even one step towards him. it took seeing the fear in his eyes to finally break you free from your mind.

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean it like that i swear.” you tried to mend, now wanting nothing more than to put this whole argument behind you.

he let you pull him into a hug, you held his waist tightly to you. when you felt his hand holding the back of your head you breathed a sigh of relief.

“i know you didn’t mean it that way, but it scared me.” you nodded, understanding.

you mumbled a few more apologies and once you both had calmed down you were able to talk about some of your frustrations. it was mostly you talking and him listening, but it felt good knowing he was listening with such care. he promised to be more careful for you, and you promised to watch your wording when you’re upset.

[angelicgirlmj]

100+ angelic christmas gift ideas

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i adore christmas - its one of my favourite holidays! so beautiful and wintery, the lights and decorations, mugs of hot chocolate, childhood memories and so many traditions make it such a special time of year for me. i however, often struggle with knowing what to ask for or what i want for christmas, so i created a little inspo list to help me and anyone else! whether this is for a family member, friend, partner or even yourself im sure this will help you know exactly what you want (or at least give you some pointers in the right direction). these are all obviously just suggestions and vary in price so please put down in the comments what you are asking for this year! enjoy angel!!

uggs

victoria secret pjs

cozy fluffy socks

laneige lip balm

lush body lotions

rose quartz gua sha

glossier makeup

dior lip oil

sonny angels

yoga mat

silk pillowcases

litre water bottle

candles

jelly cats

cute claw clips

ear warmers

books

cute planner

posters or tapestries

camera

philosophy body washes

makeup bag

sylvanian baby blind bags

slippers

matcha

records or cds

five minute journal

desk or wall calendar

eye mask and bonnet

fluffy blankets

large candles

benetint lip tint

rare beauty products

cuticle oil and glass nail file

gold jewellery

silver jewellery

knee high boots

colourful/printed tights

pocket mirror

mugs

house plants

hair band or cute hair clips

gisou hair products

highlighters

charlotte tilbury makeup

pretty nail polishes

salt lamp or other lamp

tea bags (chai, green etc)

wallet or purse

bag charms

dyson hair wrap

your fave chocolates

makeup bag

quilt

vintage room decor

fluffy/patterned rug

new phonecase

slippers

headphones

rings

belt

portable speaker

crystals

fuzzy scarf and gloves

patterned tote bag

dried flowers

fairy lights

jewellery box or trinket dish

photo album

bath oils

incense

locket

bows or pretty scrunchies

sunglasses

mini crates or storage boxes

lululemon clothes

new bedsheets

laptop case

cute pillows

hair curlers

alarm clock

vintage/thrifted clothes

picture frames

snowglobes

miniature trinkets

personalised charm bracelet

makeup brushes

diffuser

face masks

lego

coffee table books

skims

tea infuser

reusable straw

warm jacket

sports bag

keyrings

jumpers

heels

charity donation

thank you so much for reading angels! this season is such a wonderful time of year because of the ideas and ethos surrounding it; one of giving. this winter should be about our loved ones and those in need. whether you do something as simple as donating old clothes to charity or making christmas cards for the homeless, i would encourage everyone (myself included) to make it their mission to give back in at least one way. remember - angels are kind and generous inside and out! as we plan our gifts or think about shopping and the fun things to come let’s all take a moment to reflect on how we can give back.

love, m.

p.s it’s never too early for christmas!

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[lostinlovingrevery]

Prince Charming

Old Man Logan X F!Reader

Plot: He's really no Prince Charming, but he is to you, and you'll treat him like one too.

A/N: I really just wanted to write old man Logan being taken care of...and also being a little softer because he had someone taking care of him...I just want to give him a hug (and other things...)

Warnings: Smut (18+ only!!), Oral (M recieving), Fluff too!! reader gives Logan a massage (in more ways than one ;) ) pet names like princess and baby used, reader loves Logan a lot, a small section of angst but not really?

Word Count: 2401

Soft jazz played in the background as candlelight flickers against the wall of your…bedroom- if you could call it that. Curtains pulled over large windows, fluffy rugs on the floor, a few pieces of furniture placed carefully around the room, with pictures and decorations and a lamp that gave the room a warm, soft lighting- creating an inviting atmosphere that was nothing but welcoming and cozy. The sound of a shower running in the background added to the relaxing atmosphere that you managed to create inside of a smelting plant. 

So, was living in an abandoned factory what you imagined you would be doing when you grew up? Not exactly; especially considering you’d always wanted a castle… an old smelting plant can be kinda like a castle, right?

But, did you get that ‘prince charming’ you always dreamed of?

Well…maybe not everyone would call him Prince Charming…

But you did. Handsome, brave, intelligent. He was someone you’d always dreamed of sweeping off your feet and he did exactly that. Your Prince Charming has adamantium bones, lived over 200+ years (he probably met your great grandfather!), and is the crankiest motherfucker some days when there’s rain coming and his old metal bones get a little rusty and needed oiling like Tin man from Wizard of Oz (Did he see that when it first came out in 1939?). You adored him, and everything else was noise. 

Maybe Charles questioned your taste in men one time when he was feeling a little moody- but what does he know? He had a situationship with a guy who controls metal, and was, by the way, a bit of a nut.

You were curled up in your shared bed reading a book. When you first moved in- and eventually began sleeping in a shared bed, his bed had torn sheets, flat pillows, and a blanket that barely covered his large figure. He didn’t necessarily see an issue with that- but once you surprised him with memory foam pillows, silk bed sheets, and a huge soft duvet, he quickly changed his tune. He’d come home from a long night at work, collapse into the bed, and his aching bones would melt into the mattress as he’d fall asleep almost immediately, you’d wake up in the night- tucking him in at your side and kiss him on the cheek, and go back to sleep.

That’s what you did, you took care of him all the ways he didn’t take care of himself.

You heard the shower turn off, and in a moment Logan came in, towel wrapped low around his hips, his hair wet on his forehead, and he pushed the wet strands back as he walked to the dresser that sat parallel to the bed. You bit your lip as you admired his figure, watching water dripping down his hairy chest and abs, as your eyes trailed down to the prominent vein that disappeared below the hem of the towel, curse that towel.

“I did your laundry today-” You informed him, snapping out of your lustful state, and he looked at you, the corners of his eyes crinkled, and a warm smile came across his face.  

“Thanks princess.” He says in a low voice, walking over to you and leaning over to give you a peck on the lips- something you happily returned, settling on your knees to meet him halfway. He groaned as he attempted to straighten back out.

“You alright?”

“Yeah.” He grumbled, hand going to his back, “Back s’just killing me from sitting in that damn car all the time.” 

You look at him sympathetically, when an idea strikes your head. You crawl backward and patted the bed. “C'mon, lay down.” You say. He raised a brow, unsure of what you wanted, 

“Feeling frisky baby?” He grinned, and you rolled your eyes- but you couldn’t help your smile. Maybe you were, but that wasn’t what you were planning. Yet. 

Shaking your head, you patted the bed again, “Lay on your belly. Off with the towel too” You say. He gave you a questioning look once more, but eventually obliged. You were never one to do something he wouldn’t have enjoyed anyway. He dropped the towel, giving you a nice view of his member, before he climbed onto the bed, and landing on his stomach; He wrapped his arms around a pillow, face planting into it as he waited for you to do whatever shenanigan you were planning for him. You smiled at his resting figure, reaching over to pinch one of his buttocks

“Ay!” He growled. You giggled, holding your hands up to show you wouldn’t do it again, and returned to your task. 

Reaching over, you grabbed your favorite scented lotion, before moving to straddle his back, around his waist. He let out a soft groan, not because of the weight of you- it was slightly comforting to have the pressure of you there, relieving some tense muscles over where you sat. 

Flipping the cap of the lotion off, you squeezed a generous amount onto your hands, clasping them and rubbing the lotion into them, before you placed your hands on Logan's shoulders. You gasped at just how knotted and tense they felt- you’d think the shower would have loosened him up a bit…

He let out a small groan as you pushed and pulled at the muscles in his shoulder, slowly- but surely, you began to loosen the knots as you massaged the lotion into his skin. Using different techniques, like rubbing your thumbs in circles in various spots- that really made him groan, something that sounded almost erotic. You grinned, as your hands moved down to his shoulder blades and upper back.

“Keep moaning like that and even Caliban and Charles will hear you.” You comment, he grunted.

“Let em, I don’t care.” He mutters into his pillow, turning his head so you could understand him. A small giggle escaped you, as you continued your ministrations over his back, palming at tense points and working at his large muscles, thumbs pressing into knots and loosening them, you ran your nails up and down his back- scratching the skin that sent shivers through his whole body. 

You admired the scars on his skin; as you felt every ridge and bump as you ran your hands over his back and up his arms. You knew it wasn’t a good thing, that he doesn’t quite heal like he used to. You still saw them as a part of him, a beautiful part of him that made him a survivor, that kept him alive and kept him coming back to you. You didn’t know how close it would be before those wounds couldn’t heal up, when he may not make it home. You weren’t one to worry about the future though- not when he was here with you now, and you could take care of him the way he deserved. 

You worked him over for an hour, and at one point you were pretty sure he fell asleep, waking up after and claiming he didn’t fall asleep. You sat up on your knees, and gently pat his side, urging him to now roll on his back, which he does so in a slow movement. 

“That was great baby.” He muttered, his eyes half-lidded, and his large hands moved to rest on your thighs that hugged his waist as you sat back to straddle his waist. You smiled, leaning forward to kiss his forehead, pressing your hands to his chest. 

“I’m not done yet.” You say softly, kissing the tip of his nose, and then his lips. Your hands smoothed down his chest and over his stomach, your fingers twining through his coarse chest hair. You ran your nails down the skin- making his stomach flex in reaction and you grinned. 

“Enjoying yourself?” He asks at the sight of your amusement. You smiled down at him and nodded, before moving your hips- grinding against him. Something serious came across his face, as his hands began to squeeze your thighs, leaving dimples in the skin. You rolled your hips again, and you could feel him getting harder underneath you. “So you were just getting frisky hm?”

“I’m just taking care of you Lo-” You say innocently, fluttering your eyelashes at him, you wiggle your hips down, shuffling down his body, where you start pressing kisses over his chest. Your eyes looked up at him as you ran a tongue over his nipple, eliciting a muffled groan as he tightened his jaw, and squeezed his eyes shut, chest rising and falling as he felt anticipation surge through him at every touch you pressed on him. You moved down his stomach, reaching the vein you were staring at earlier, sticking your tongue out, you licked down it- right to his pelvis, and he let out a shaky breath.

You felt slick between your legs at the sound of Logan becoming worked up. He always acts like the boss, the protector, and the provider. The moment you go down on him though, treating him like the prince you saw him as he melts in your arm like putty, appreciating the soft tenderness you give him, and the care you take to make sure everything feels good for him- that he enjoyed you the way you enjoy him. It turned you on hearing what you do to him.

“You’re something else, princess…” He mutters under his breath. You grinned against his skin, as you took in the smell of him, he smelled of cedar and whiskey, the scent of a soap you got him a while back. You bit the skin of his pelvis, making him thrust forward with a groan, as you soothe it over with your tongue. Your hands continued running up and down his belly, as you finally made contact with his erect member. You licked your lips as you sized him up. He was large, the prominent vein from his stomach traveling up to a swollen red tip that leaked a generous amount of precum- beautiful

Logan was an old man, but you never had trouble getting him up. 

Planting yourself between his legs on your belly, you kicked your legs playfully behind you as you took his member in your hand, tapping his tip against your lips, before sticking your tongue out, licking the vein from the bottom of his shaft to the top, as your other hand fondled his balls. He groaned. 

“You like playing with me don’t ya princess?” He rasped, sitting himself up on his elbows so he could get a nice view of you and watch as you took care of him.

You smiled sinfully up at him, and you felt his cock twitch in your hand. His lips parted as he took you in before him, his eyes full of lust. “I’m just helping you not be so tense baby.” You cooed, beginning to stroke his member up and down, he tipped his head back, as you began stroking faster, before taking his tip between your lips, swirling around him and moaning at the taste of him on your tongue. You never truly enjoyed the taste of someone until you met him, and some days it felt like you couldn’t get enough. 

His hand went to your cheek, carefully caressing it- before reaching to pull your hair out of your face- holding it back for you as you worked over him. 

“Look at you darling, so damn pretty…How’d an old man like me get someone like you?” He muttered. You took him deeper into your mouth, slowly working your tongue around him, as spit began to dribble down your chin as you messily sucked him off. He moaned, his hips moving forward, his length going deeper into your mouth, his tip nearly at the back of your throat. You knew he was getting desperate, eager- just barely holding back from shoving you down on him and forcing you to take him completely. You moaned at the thought, eyes rolling back. “Fuck, you feel so good, princess.” He breathed, his voice losing that deep timber, wavering- signaling to you that he was getting closer. 

Your hands braced against his thighs, as you took him in fully down your throat, gagging a bit before you force yourself to swallow, allowing you to bob up and down on his throbbing cock without as much trouble. His hand that held your hair back set the desired pace as he brought you back up to his tip, and down the base, where your eyes began to water, as his very hairy crotch tickled your nose. He was panting, and you now let him take over, as spit covered you chin and his cock, he began thrusting his hips up into your mouth. You felt his thighs begin to shake, and he was cursing under his breath before finally pulling you down over him- head tipped back, a loud curse escaping him, and you felt hot spurts of his cum going down your throat. The pure sight of him was enough to make your legs shake, your stomach tensing as small spasms of an orgasm ran through your body. He let go of your hair, body shaky as you continued to suck him until he rode through his orgasm, and pulled off of him with a pop. You licked your lips, wiping your chin off of the spit. 

He fell back onto the bed, a groan escaping him as he brought his hand up to his face, running it down.

“Fuck princess, you’re something else.” He mutters, and you clambered over him, giving him a sweet kiss. “I love you.” He says softly, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. 

“Love you too honey.” You purred, kissing his cheek and then his jaw, before curling into his side, his arms wrapping around you. “You feel better?”

“Much.” He mutters, and you could hear he was falling asleep, making you smile. “I’ll return the favor, don’t worry.”

You hummed. “Not a favor Lo. I like taking care of you.”

You felt the small exhale of his chest, and you knew it was an exhale of relief. One where he is silently asking, “What did I do to deserve you?” and you knew simply that all it was, was that he was your prince- and you were his princess. 

[secretneverland]

work it out | seo changbin

pairing: seo changbin x fem reader

genre: smut - 18+ only, MDNI

word count: 2,168

warnings: unprotected sex, riding

smut below line!

you had met changbin a few weeks after joining the gym just a few blocks from your apartment. he was taking a quick water break when he spotted you working out.

was he staring because you were pretty and he loved the way your pink sports bra was hugging your tits? yes — but he was also staring because your form was slightly off and he didn't want you causing any unnecessary strain to your body because of it.

he debated with himself for a moment before gulping down his water and approaching you. "excuse me? ma'am?" he spoke up politely, standing off to the side of you.

you straightened up, turning to face him. "hi, can i help you with something?" you responded, eyes taking in his appearance and noting that you had spotted him a few times before.

"actually, i think i can maybe help you with something," he began, trying to not sound like some 'gym bro' who was trying to school you. "your form looks pretty good, but if you adjust your hips and the width that your legs are apart, it will put less strain on your back."

curious, you resumed your previous form, but this time took his advice into account as well. "oh, wow, that actually is better. i didn't know such a small change could make that big of a difference. thank you." you gave him an appreciative smile.

he shyly smiled back, nodding his head. "its no problem at all. just want to help prevent people from injuring themselves. have a nice workout," he said, turning to walk away.

"excuse me!" you called out, him turning back around to look at you inquisitively. "if you don't mind me asking, what's your name?"

the man's eyes lit up and he walked back toward you. "i'm changbin," he responded.

"y/n," you hummed back, shaking his large, warm hand, "its nice to meet you, changbin."

"likewise, miss y/n."

and that was your first meeting.

from then on, he would occasionally give you tips or spot you when you were there at the same time. after learning that he was a personal trainer, you decided to sign up for some sessions with him. he was already helping you out so much, you wanted to pay him for the advice. he deserved it.

that was one of the best decisions you could've made. not only was changbin a great personal trainer, he was also just a fun person to be around in general. you had grown fond of him rather quickly and found yourself wishing to see him more often than just at your training sessions. changbin felt the same, which lead you to the situation you are in now.

you and changbin were friends, but more often than not you found yourself wishing for more. his personality was intoxicating and he had a huge ass heart..... okay, his ass was big too. and his pecs. and his biceps. and his— okay, you need to get yourself together before you start drooling.

the point being, you wanted changbin physically and emotionally, but you couldn't really tell if he felt the same or not. he was generally an easy person to read, especially because he wasn't one to hide his feelings. he was honest and didn't tend to sugar coat things.

which was why it was so hard to tell if he liked you or not. one moment you two were just laughing like buddies, the next he had his hands on your hips and was absolutely too close to just be helping with your form.

after weeks of endless torture trying to figure out his true feelings, you decided to be a big girl and just go for it. if he didn't feel the same, you would find out in a heartbeat. so you devised a plan. the next time he came over, you were going to make yourself as irresistible as possible.

the two of you made a habit of watching a movie together every saturday evening. you would go to his place on week, he'd come to yours the next. luckily, this was your week to host.

you had everything already set up: snacks and drinks on the coffee table, a fluffy blanket for you two to share, a few extra sprays of the sweet strawberry perfume he told you he liked, and most of all you were in an oversized shirt and some skimpy little shorts that might as well be considered underwear. you decided to skip wearing a bra as well, not wanting anything else to delay what will hopefully be a night to remember.

when he arrived, you greeted him with a tight hug, making sure you pressed your breasts against him as much as possible. "so glad to see you! i'm really excited to see this movie," you greeted, pulling back with a sweet smile.

"i am, too!" he chirped, holding up a small bag from the convenience store. "i brought some ice cream. i'll go put it in the freezer."

you thanked him, nodding as he slipped his shoes off before walking to your kitchen.

while he was doing that, you got the movie queued up on the television and reserved your spot on the couch, waiting anxiously for him to join you.

changbin plopped down on your right, reaching out to grab a soda. he popped the tab before taking a decent gulp of it. your eyes watched his throat, adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed it.

you wondered if that was what he would look like eating you out and lapping up your cum, but quickly shook the thought out of your mind.

you couldn't get distracted. you had a plan to carry out and couldn't let your own horniness get in the way. at least, not yet, anyway.

the movie began, and you relaxed into his side, his arm curling around your waist to hold you there. it wasn't uncommon for the two of you to cuddle up to one another during your movie nights, but this time, you took it a step further, hand resting on his thick thigh.

he didn't physically react to the touch, just lightly caressing your side through the thin fabric of your tshirt as his eyes were focused on the screen. it was pathetic how much his gentle touch was getting to you.

about ten minutes later, you shifted your position just slightly so that you had an excuse to move your hand further up his thigh. the muscle in his leg tensed beneath your touch, but he still didn't say a word. since he hadn't outright rejected you thus far, it encouraged you. 

as he drew circles into your side with his fingertips, they wandered up just enough to graze the underneath of your breast. you swallowed thickly, eyes never leaving the television as you did your best not to react.

you did your best to be patient and work slow until you just couldn't handle it anymore. "binnie, i–" you cut yourself off as you turned to him, finding yourself nose to nose.

"you think i didn't notice?" he asked softly, warm hand cupping your cheek as he looked into your eyes. when you didn't answer, not sure how to, he continued. "i see the way you stare at me when you think i'm not paying attention.. they way your thighs squeeze together when i put my hands on you to help you in our workouts.. i've noticed it all, sweetheart."

"i- i didn't know you knew," was all you could stupidly sputter out, feeling embarrassed from being put on the spot.

changbin chuckled, thumb tracing along your lower lip. "i can't seem to ever keep my eyes off of you, so of course i knew. i'm actually really flattered that someone so sweet and so.. appetizing is interested in me."

your eyes widened, and you pointed a shaky finger toward yourself. "appetizing? m- me?" you knew you sounded pathetic, but you were in shock.

he smirked a little, corner of his mouth quirking up. "mhm. i've been waiting to get a taste of you, baby. won't you let me?"

instead of replying, you smashed your lips to his, fingers curling into his dark wavy hair. his lips were just as warm and soft as you had imagined they would be, and he tasted slightly buttery from the popcorn you had been sharing.

his big hands found your waist, lifting you up and onto his lap, your barely clothed cunt settling right on top of his bulge, causing you to whimper a little bit.

"i'll work you out nice and good, baby, don't worry," he promised in a whisper, hand sliding beneath your shirt to cup your breast as his tongue explored your mouth. you moaned as his thumb flicked over your nipple before he began to roll the nub between his fingers.

you began to slowly rock your hips into his, working the both of you up more as you messily made out. his mouth moved to your chest next, taking his time licking over your nipples and sucking them in his mouth. 

sure what he was doing felt great, but you needed to feel him inside of you, and you needed it now, so you told him.

"binnie, i need your cock in me. please, i need it now," you spoke up, kissing him hard between words, "wanna feel you fill me up."

he groaned, throwing his head back for a moment before nodding and shucking his sweatpants and underwear down. his cock sprang up and you were nearly salivating at the sight. his cock was decent length, but it was thick. definitely thicker than any guy you had slept with before and you couldn't wait.

quickly, you took off your sleep shorts with his help, not bothering to even remove your panties. you held them to the side while he slid his cock through your slick folds, getting himself wet. he jerked his cock a few times before you were positioning yourself over it and lowering down.

the initial stretch once his head had made it's way through caused you to gasp, mouth hanging open. he helped hold your hips, keeping you still until you were ready to keep going.

it definitely was a little painful since you had forgone any sort of foreplay where he surely would've fucked you open with his fingers first, but you didn't regret it. as you adjusted to his thickness, the pain faded into pleasure and you were overcome by just how full you were.

changbin lightly squeezed and massaged your ass cheeks while you took your time. he was desperate for you to move, but he was a gentleman and wanted you to be comfortable above all else.

when you started to bounce on his dick, he nearly saw stars. your pussy was so tight, warm, and wet; he didn't know if he was going to last too long. he held your hips, helping you rock your body atop his.

"fuck, baby, you're riding me so good," he breathed, lightly slapping the outside of your thigh. "keep at it for me."

he mouthed at your tits as you bounced, licking and sucking at your sensitive nipples, only adding to the pleasure you were already enveloped in.

"b- binnie, can you touch me? please? 'm so close," you stammered, brows pulled together in desperation. a moan left your mouth when you felt him begin to rub circles into your clit, helping push you further toward your release.

changbin's plump bottom lip was between his teeth as he focused on both of your approaching releases. he wanted to make sure you came first, so his fingers moved faster around the nub, hips bucking up into you.

you came with a whine of his name, gushing around his thick cock. his fingers slowed down as he helped you ride it out, stopping when he knew it would be too much.

"such a good girl.. cumming f'me. binnie's gonna finish now, yeah?" he spoke to which you dumbly nodded, letting him manhandle you so that you were laid on your back on the couch, him hovering over you. 

he fucked into you quickly as he chased his high, grip firm on your thighs as he held you open for him. his eyes were trained on the way he was stretching you open with each movement. as he felt that coil in his belly snap, he stilled his hips and filled you with his hot cum.

"fuck, baby," he breathed, leaning down over you, arms caging you in. "you did so good for me. the best." he peppered your cheeks and jaw with soft kisses as he was coming down.

you pulled him into a kiss, fingernails lightly scratching at his scalp as you messily made out with him. "i've wanted this for so long, changbin. wanted you for so long."

"i've wanted the same, princess, i've wanted the same."

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Happy Valentine’s Day!!! I hope you’re stuffing your face with chocolate and feeling some type of way while reading this. ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

୨୧Nanami, Gojo, Sukuna, Toji, Shoko

cw: mdni (+18) under cut, afab!reader, plus size reader, fluff @ the beginning(s), oral f-receiving, pet names, slight food play, hand j★bs, being tied up with ribbons, body worship, make up s★x (gaslighting?), sensual massages, wax play, true from Sukuna, uncharacteristically sweet Sukuna (because this is my sleepover and I get to pick the movie)

❤︎KentoNanami❤︎

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Nanami loves his beautiful partner every day of the year— Valentines Day just means he gets to lavish you even more. You’re perched on a mountain of pillows, sipping your coffee as he glides through the doorway, resting a tray of your favorite foods on the bedside table.

He’s so handsome in the early morning light, flour covering his pajama bottoms as he sits on the edge of the bed. He holds a fork full of pancakes to your mouth, relishing the way your plush lips shine with syrup. It’s a morning of tender love and care as he feeds you everything he’s prepared. Fresh strawberries, tart blueberries, sweet pastries— everything you could ever ask for. He takes pleasure in wiping the crumbs from the corners of your lips, popping his thumb into his mouth and humming with satisfaction as the sweet taste of syrup and pastries and you touch his tongue.

“Full?” He murmurs, his voice gravely as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his other hand trailing up and down your plush thigh at a lazy gently pace.

He makes you spend the whole morning in bed… of course you can’t complain about that— not when he’s made sure you’re surrounded by fluffy pillows and warm blankets, not when he’d given you a tender massage, and especially not now as he lays on his tummy between your thigh. He presses the flat of his tongue against your dripping hole, the weight of your thighs draped over his shoulder is heaven to him as you recline back, your hand combing through his hair as you enjoy everything he gives you. He moans as he wraps his lips around your clit, suckling as his thumbs trace shapes into the fat of your thighs, trailing up your stomach and back down again.

His warm tongue glides through your drenched folds before he burries it deep inside you, moaning and slurping in such a lewd display as your flavor dances across his tongue like the sweetest thing. Saliva dribbles down his sharp chin as he curls his tongue, pulling it back and punching it back in as your slick gushes around the invading muscle. He doesn’t care about the mess— how could he when your sweet little moans fill his ears like early morning bird songs? When choked little gasps leave your lips and your thighs tremble around his ears he pulls back, his eyes glazed over as he looks up at you through thick blonde lashes. “Come on, Darling.” He purrs, his large palms gently petting your thighs, “cum for me— you can do it, Angel.” He says it in that smooth voice of his, tender and loving as he goes back to eating you out. His nose presses against your clit as his lips latch onto you, practically making out with your pussy as you grind against his face.

And when you cum he gulps down whatever you give him, greedy and starving as he takes in your beautifully flushed face and heaving chest. Nanami rests his cheek against your spread thigh, warm and soft as he just gazes at you, admiring the curve of your face and the way your soft lips part. The most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, in the back of his mind he thinks about how he’ll be able to do this for you again next Valentine’s Day and the one after that. A lifetime of gentle mornings and simple pleasurable acts of love— it brings a smile to his lips.

❤︎Satoru Gojo❤︎

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Gojo was more than pleased to get a little heart shaped box of chocolates from you. You played it cool all day long, peppering his face is sickeningly sweet kisses, clinging to his side everywhere you went. You were showering him in affection and love and he did the exact same for you.

It’s such an unbearable sight to every single person you pass. His long arm curled protectively around your waist as he rests his chin against your shoulder, his cheek pressed against yours as you giggle at one of his lame jokes. You spend your morning buying fresh pastries, feeding him shiny glazed goods and kissing frosting off of his lips with a cheeky flush covering your cheeks.

It’s a day of gentle love and caring that’s all so sickeningly sweet. He loves your soft caresses, your doting kisses and your gentle hands. Of course that doesn’t change as the sun sets and he’s sprawled out under you, his hands above his head as your wet hot tongue glides across his abs, licking chocolate sauce from them. You crawl up his torso, smooth and skilled and you grasp his jaw between perfectly manicured fingers with a vice like grip. His lips part, his tongue hanging out as you spit the remanence into his waiting mouth.

The things you say are filthy, your warm sugar scented breath sends chills down his spine as you lean in close to his ear. “You’re so sticky baby.” You tsk, your small hand wrapped around the base of his cock, smearing the little bits of whipped cream you couldn’t lap up completely as your fingers glide slowly up to his angry leaking tip. Your fingers glide over his slit, pearly beads of pre coat your fingers as you hold them up to his glossy spit slicked lips. “Clean up your mess.” It’s such a lewd sight— his large hand eagerly wrapping around your wrist, pulling it closer to his face as his tongue twirls around and between your digits. His azure eyes fluttering closed behind snowy lashes, deep whiny moans bubbling up his throat as your other hand cradles his cheek. He needs it, needs your touch as he deepthroat your pretty little fingers. He needs to hear your voice, your commands, your praise, your depraved fantasies he will make a reality.

He returns the favor, big hands palming at your breast as he sucks rosy marks onto your sweet skin. Your taste like honey and cream and everything he’s ever craved as he works his tongue over you, his cock slotted between your slick folds. Needy whimpers leave each of you, his hips hump desperately against you as he suckles on your breast, both hands kneading at your soft tummy, your skin sweat slicked and sticky with sugar and cum— and it’s the sweetest fucking thing he’s ever tasted.

❤︎Ryōmen Sukuna❤︎

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Sukuna is monstrous— that’s common knowledge. His gigantic frame towers over everyone he meets, his piercing gaze, his brutal words and his violent actions strike fear into the hearts of hundreds— thousands— everyone except you. His precious flower. You’re so sweet to him, small and delicate in his strong arms as you smooth your fingers across his face, your thumb gently dancing over his closed eyelids before you pepper them in gentle kisses, earning a low gravely chuckle from his muscular chest.

A day of love is something he would simply overlook if it weren’t for you. Now he can’t stand the thought of you leaving the house on this day. He’d much rather keep you in his lap, draped in fine silks and smelling of the most expensive perfumes money could buy— and that’s exactly what he did. Two gigantic hands, rough to the touch, slowly rub up and down your naked thighs. He wonders how anyone could be so soft to the touch, how anyone could take pleasure in the way his calloused fingers feel. But he also doesn’t realize just how gentle he is with you. Like a giant holding a feather in his hands.

If it were any other day you’d be the one on top, your tiny body writhing on top of him as you please him. But today he has your delicate little wrists bound in red ribbons, your legs held wide by the soft silky fabric as his finger tips lazily trail up your calfs. Every fiber of his being is screaming at him to take you, to abuse your unmarked flesh until you’re crying fat tears he’d happily lick from your cheeks. But instead he’s worshipping you. He loves having you sit on his face, he loves to have you ride his abs and his thighs as he praises you. He’ll say such sweet things to you, things he’d never utter aloud around anyone else.

Sukuna presses his lips against your cheek, the valley between your breasts, your knees and each and every finger before he pressed a feather light kiss to your clit. He growls deep in his throat as you squirm, your body sensitive and needy despite him only covering you in kisses.

What he thinks is him being kind and gentle is just a new form of torture for you. His touches are so light they make your head fuzzy, your ears ringing as you whine, unable to touch him or yourself. He smiles, his teeth bared in a toothy grin as he takes you in. His cocks throb against your stomach, slick and dribbling onto your shiny sweaty skin. The warmth has you clenching around nothing, brows furrowed and teeth clenched as you beg him to touch you harder.

“Such a needy thing.” He tutters, his fingers pinching your chin and tilting your head back. His lips trail up your throat, his breath warm against your skin as his mouth connects with yours— demanding and powerful despite how gently he touches you. “You will lay here and take what I give you.” He murmurs, his voice rumbling. “You will let me worship this little body of yours, and you will thank me for it.” You have no choice but to obey a pout on your lips as he continues his gentle torment. He may love you but he won’t hesitate to punish you, and if stepping back and watching you fight against your restraints is what he has to do he’ll do it.

❤︎Toji Fushiguro❤︎

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Toji forgets most things— Valentine’s Day included. You worked all day, your body aching as you walk through the door to see him on the couch. His black hair tousled, his grey sweats hanging low on his hips as his eyes are glued to the tv.

Sure you pouted about it all day, telling anyone who would listen about how much of a deadbeat your boyfriend is. No sweet good morning kiss, no little box of chocolates, no flowers. Did you need all of those things? No! Would him acknowledging it still be nice? Yeah! He watches you from the corner of his eyes, how you kick off your heels and flop down onto the cushion next to him with a huff. “What’s wrong with you?” He asks. You roll your eyes, unbuttoning your shirt as you rattle off all of your complaints.

“Awe baby don’t be like that.” He purrs, grasping your hips and pulling you into his lap. His body is warm and inviting and despite your simmering anger you allow him to hold you. And holding you leads him with his fingers under your shirt, helping you slip it off your shoulder. And that leads to his greedy hands sliding into your pants.

He keeps mumbling such sweet things into your ear, such sweet sweet degrading things… he has your panties pushed to the side as he presses the head of his cock against your clit, his thumb holding him in place as you lay back against the couch, a pillow wedged under you as you wiggle your hips impatiently.

It’s almost like you want him to ram his cock into you, make your pretty little head forget all about the things he didn’t do. And the second he bottoms out inside of you with one hard thrust— you do. His tip kisses that spongy spot deep inside of you and it makes it so much harder to remember how much of a dick he was. His fingers press hard into your thighs as he pushes them against your chest, leaning his body weight into each and every snap of his hips. Everything he does is bruising, the pain and pleasure melt into one as your head swims and your pussy gushes around him. The slick smack of skin against skin echos around the walls of your living room, along with your cries of pleasure he pushes out of you. A creamy ring forms at the base, a sticky mess between your bodies as he fucks the frustration out of you like the loving devoted boyfriend he says he is.

❤︎Ieiri Shoko❤︎

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Shoko takes Valentine’s Day with you very seriously. Your schedule is laid out for you. Breakfast at an adorable and cozy cafe, a shopping spree where she gets to sit back and watch you try on dresses and twirl in mirrors. Her heart melts when you drag her into a dressing room with you, you push a baby blue dress in her hands, begging her to put it on. And of course she buys it and wears it to the fancy dinner she planned for you. She’s in a permanent state of awe as she watches you over the rim of her glass. Her heart is full and she couldn’t be more in love with you.

She holds your hand as you feed her little bites of chocolate cake, smirking around the fork. You’re so beautiful, wiping crumbs from her lips as she admires you in the dress she picked out. Pink velvet clings to your curves, the dim light of the restaurant makes your eyes twinkle and her heart clenches in her chest.

When you’re home again she’s unzipping your dress for you, pressing a smoke scented kiss to your cheek as she tells you her plans— a relaxing wind down to a relaxing day.

Candles bathe your bedroom in a warm yellow light as her hands work the knots out of your shoulders. Your skin is so smooth beneath her fingers as she straddles your back, listening to your breathy little gasps as she massages you with practices ease. She can barely handle how sweet you look beneath her. Your head rests on your arms, your hair draped over a shoulder as you melt into the mattress. Shoko drizzles warm oil onto your back, watching it pool and listening to you moan before her thumbs massage it into your skin. “Too hot?” She asks, her sultry voice even as she eyes the flickering red candle on the nightstand. You shake your head, mumbling about how it could be a little warmer. You don’t even think about what she could possibly do next, not when her body is pressed against you, her weight against your thighs a comforting feeling as her skilled fingers press against you, working away the stress of been spoiled rotten all day long.

She shifts, watching your face for any sign of discomfort as she carefully takes the candle, the crimson wax sloshing in the pit. Her palm presses up your spine before she tips the candle over, watching as the red wax pours down, watching as it hardens ever so slightly once it meets the small of your back.

Her lips pull into a smile as she hears you gasp, your brows furrows as your eyes stay closed. Shoko’s free hand clings to the back of your neck, a gentle reminder that she’s still there and willing to stop the second you tell her to. “Is this warm enough?” Her question has your hips twitching, your body aching for more— greedy for even more of her attention. She’s more than happy to give you what you crave. She doesn’t stop till you’re trembling, your chest heaving and your body dripping in red white and pink wax.

Her fingers sink into you, her dripping cunt grinding eagerly against your leg as she peppers your face in kisses. “My pretty girl.” She gasps, each rock of her hips aided by the oil coating your body and the mess that drips from between her thighs. Her nails scrape the dried wax from your chest, her lips replacing the warm feeling as you clench around her digits, grinding against her palm as you both chase your high. She decides then and there, as you cum around her, that red is your color. She keeps pumping her fingers in and out as she notes everything red that would look good on you. Lipstick, dresses, panties, and without a doubt— wax. Even as you beg her to keep going, overstimulation turning you into a babbling mess, she notices how your cheeks are flushed that beautiful color. Hot to the touch and stained with tears as your hands grasp her hips, forcing her to grind harder against you as red hot lust consumes you both.

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[chaos--s]

platonic yandere! wolf hybrid x puppy!hybrid reader

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Tough, aren't you?"

Nikolai smirked when you snapped at him, baring your teeth at him when his fingers get too close to your cage. He tilts his head, puppy hybrids backed down around wolves. Especially around him, yet you didn't.

"Don't worry pup, not here to hurt you. Seems like you've been hurt enough already." He muttered, noticing your scars both healing and fresh. You were getting abused.

Pity wasn't something you were used to, especially from a scummy wolf hybrid. You growled at him again, hoping that he would just leave you alone. But he just looks at you with that soft gaze that makes you feel safe.

"Boss, guy says he doesn't have the money."

He sighed, eye twitching as his attention was pulled away from you. He wasn't a fan of people interrupting him, he looked at the cowering owner who was already kneeling in front of him. Hands pressed together as he begged.

"Give me another week please. I-I swear I'll come up with some of the-" The owner flinches when Nikolai moves forward, his tail flicking in frustration. "I've given you more than a month."

The owner opens his mouth to beg some more but Nikolai raises his hand. "Enough. You can pay off your debt easily."

He raises a clawed finger and points at your cage. "Them. I'll leave you and your shop alone afterwards."

You freeze when the owner looks at you, it takes no time at all for him to make his decision. He nods frantically, scrambling to find the keys to your cage.

You should be happy. You're leaving the shelter that has been abusing you all these years. But by the looks of these wolves, it feels like you were just falling into the hands of another abusive hybrid. Compared to him you're adorable, a small puppy trying to intimidate wolves that are way stronger than you.

But you didn't care. It doesn't stop you from growling at Nikolai as he unlocked your cage. You snap at him when he tries to coax you out. "M'not going anywhere with you freaks." You growl out.

He laughs. He laughs instead of getting mad at you, he doesn't flinch when you bite his hand. "It's alright, pup. I'm not going to hurt you for being scared."

Oh. You release him, but still remained wary of him. You can't trust him, you won't. But he wasn't all that bad, not right now at least.

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"Quit your fuckin' crying. God, are you a child? Hm?" You shake your head. He scoffs, you were a lost cause. Compared to the other fighting dogs, you were a fucking puppy. He wasted his money on you for nothing, so the only thing you could do for him was shut up yet you couldn't. The longing whimpers as he starved you for days on end, it echoed throughout the shelter.

"I said shut the fuck up!" He kicks the cage when you beg him for water or food. Fuck, you need to eat something. But he just looks down at you with disgust in his eyes. "If you stay quiet, I'll throw you a treat. How's that sound."

This is your life. You had to get used to it because there was no one that cared about you enough to save you from this hell.

You woke up in a cold sweat, heart racing so fast it hurt. You wiped the stray tears from your cheeks at the memory that played in your mind. You're not there anymore, you reminded yourself, you were safe.

Instead of the harsh cold metal ground of your cage you've grown accustomed to, you sat awake on a large plush bed.

"Your new bed. Get a good night's rest, pup." He had told you with that fake softness in his voice.

That bastard wolf that had carried you from the shelter not acknowledging how you kept snapping at him. Demanding that he just dump you on the street.

But he obviously doesn't listen to a word you say as he carries you, despite your kicking and screaming, to his home. The bed he places you in makes you pass out almost immediately from how comfortable it was.

A proper pillow, a giant fluffy blanket to keep you warm. It was everything you wished for and more. But you couldn't enjoy all of this, there was no doubt in your mind that this was fake.

It had to be.

The door to your room opens and you flinch, pulling the blankets up to your face as you flop down. Trying to pretend you were asleep the whole time.

Nikolai had to keep himself from laughing when he saw you fall down into the bed, trying to act as if you had been sleeping the entire time.

"Still sleeping, I see." He says, watching as the little mound of blanket tenses with every word that comes from his mouth. "It's about to be noon, you should get up, you know?Unless you want to miss lunch too."

You stay silent, hoping he will take the hint and leave you alone. Instead, he takes a seat in an empty spot on the bed, right next to you. You bite back a groan as he starts talking to you again.

It's a one sided conversation about how his day went, him talking to your back as you pretended to sleep. 

“...I can keep talking about my day if you’d like, I know you’re awake pup.” He finally says. You shot up, turning around to snarl at him. “Take a hint, weirdo. I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Aw, how hurtful. Even after I saved you? Gave you a place to stay?” Your tail flicks angrily as a low growl escapes you. “I didn’t ask for it. I wanted to leave and you forced me here.”

You flinch back when he reaches for you. Ears folded in on themselves as you waited for the hit, the painful sting. But, nothing. His hand stops midway, he wanted to give you a reassuring pat on the head. Maybe a little bit of teasing, but you flinch so hard as if he was going to hit you. Something bad coils in his stomach, you’re so young yet you have faced so much hardships. 

Maybe it's the way you cower so fearfully from a hand that had no intention to hurt you, or the scared whimpers that you try to suppress. Nikolai was never someone who was reasonable, your reaction set something deadly in him. His jaw tightens as he slowly gets up.

You still have your eyes squeezed shut when he tells you, “I’ll be back pup, food’s on the table when you get hungry.” He doesn’t try to touch you again and you hear the door shut. Confused, your eyes open as you find yourself alone again. He left so abruptly, did you make him mad?

The whole day goes by and the house is fairly empty, other than the few of his people guarding the door (unfortunately). You don’t know how you found yourself lounging on the couch, maybe it’s because the wolf hybrid isn’t around, but you’re watching a random sitcom when the channel flicks to a children’s show. 

“Wha- hey I was watching that!” You turn around to see who it was. Nikolai. Blood covering most of his white button up, holding the remote in one hand and holding a small stuffed toy in his hand. You clamp your mouth shut as he moves to sit next to you. 

“Found this in your cage.” He hands you the only thing that comforted you through cold nights in the wretched shelter. A small worn out stuffed dog. Trembling hands when you grasp it, you look up at him with teary eyes. “He’s gone, he’s gone and he will never hurt you again.” 

You should be screaming at him to get away from you, he did murder someone after all. But you sit there, feeling oddly more comfortable with him than you did with anyone. “Thank you.” You muttered, fiddling with the stuffed toy in your hand. He smiles. “Anything for my pup.”

[writingwisterias]

How would the Leon Eras comfort and act when their S/O is on their time of the month?

Hello Anon!

I've done something similar before when I started writing however I have new thoughts! Of course, it's all about Leon ATM so I would love to! Requests are also still open for anymore Era Leon ideas

Warnings: Fluff, Comfort, Periods, Blood, Cramps...basically just the month reg RE2,RE4R,Infinite Darkness,Damnation, RE6, Death Island

I've tried to keep it as a GN!Reader so if I do slip up please let me know!

RE2:

It's the 1990s so the topic is still slightly taboo. Therefore I don't think Leon would know a lot about what to do. Not because he's ignorant or anything just because it's not commonly spoken about.

However, you have been with Leon throughout college so he would have picked up a few things.

He has it written in his little diary, asks you constantly when you predict the next date would be. If it's not regular he would still attempt to keep note just to be helpful

Ask you questions on the different types of products you use and what you use them for.

Would give you space if you need it, or is more than happy to give you cuddles making sure to rub your back or stomach to help soothe the aches.

Has a hot water bottle in his dorm room/bedroom just incase

Large supply of snacks also just in case

Went to go out and buy what you wanted but ended up grabbing a few brands because he was too nervous and forgot

If you warn him about the incoming date he'll surprise you with a packet of your favourite sweets and a small teddy.

RE4R:

He does not freak out about blood, he's have a really shit life he did.

You didn't know about the incoming date and were around his house staying the night when it decided to bless you all with its appearance.

Leon woke up to a wet feeling on his leg from where it was trapped between the two of you.

You had accidentally bled on him.

He didn't freak out, just looked down and put it together. Pulling away from you so he could fix the problem or at least gather the supplies

He turns the shower on letting the water heat up. The fluffiest towel he has warming up on the towel rail.

He comes and wakes you up, his heart softening at your mortifying look.

Reassures you and gathers every item that needs to be washed. He's got experience getting blood out of things so he wouldn't be bothered.

By the time you get out of the shower he's already got the bedding changed, the sofa set up with plenty of snacks and fluffy blankets you insisted he keep at his place.

He's thrown you in one of his shirts and hoodies. Already made a hot water bottle and given you the things you need.

Cuddles you the rest of the night, making sure not to mention what happened to save you from embarrassment or hurting you.

He knows there nothing wrong with it, he's not even bothered in the slightest but periods are a pain and so are the emotions that come with it.

Infinite darkness:

Hear me out, Leon in this era is a giant Snacker. Like I'm talking a whole cupboard dedicated to a wide range. So he's already prepared for that part

Has a small drawer in his bathroom for all your products and actively keeps a check on it to make sure it's topped up

will even make sure your supply at your house is topped up, it's expensive nowadays and he's got the money.

Huge cuddler, like I'm talking he lays in between your legs and on your chest so you wouldn't need a hot water bottle. He runs hot enough to somewhat ease the aches.

Blood doesn't phase him in the slightest so if you do leak, he's got it sorted.

Type of guy to offer his jacket to wrap around your waist in public if he notices

His priority is making sure you are comfortable during it, will get concerned if you seem like you are in too much pain.

Will also try a period simulator and get cocky about it but cries by level 4

Damnation:

It's not that I don't think he would be bothered. I just think he wouldn't really see the big deal.

It happens every month

He would have the basics to help, if you requested something I think he would have it on the fridge or something so he can keep it stocked

Will give you cuddles if you want it

He will try his best to be attentive but also he's going through shit his mind is elsewhere, he's being dragged all over the place so I wouldn't expect a ton of sympathy...after all we've seen the shit he goes through in the film

If however they are really bad one month I think it would snap him into place a little bit and he would pay attention a lot more.

I would go for snack runs for you getting anything that you want

Spoils you in his own way...basically what limited attention he can give you

RE6:

He's more mature now, so I think he doesn't pay attention to it not because he doesn't care but because he's already prepared.

Like I'm talking dad survival level shit. He might as well manufacture the shit.

I would say this is only because again he doesn't know when he can be home to spoil you so he has an emergency kit. Cute idea.

In it, it would have a shirt or hoodie, snacks, products and heating pads.

If he is there.

You aren't moving a muscle, he's all over you. Pampering you.

I think despite the fact he goes through a lot he's more mature to understand that he's not the only one to go through shit.

This era to be cocky and go "heard sex eases cramps"

Lots of cuddles, will watch anything you put on Tv

You are pampered to the heavens.

Vendetta:

I think he would like you having your period but not because he likes you in pain or anything like that.

But it gives him a chance to be helpful and actually do something.

I think he would stop drinking periodically to actually help you out and be there for you.

He doesn't go overboard on supplies, has enough to get you through the month.

Will pick you up snacks and things on the way home from work/bar if he remembers

Probably would bring home a blanket or something as well claiming he thought it looked cosy enough for you.

You probably have like 50 blankets at this point.

Gets upset if the cramps are really bad, I think it would freak him out because he feels helpless.

He's broody but will snap out of it for you.

He's already sad so I think he's a big cuddler but would go the extra mile like being attached to your hip.

He just wants to feel needed and help you out as much as possible or he feels helpless.

Death Island:

The most normal out of all of them.

Like he's not overcrowding going off your exact needs he hopes you would communicate with him.

He would have emergency supplies but if you want a specific one he'll go and get it.

Won't let anyone cook, you are all eating fast food just to make you feel better.

Cuddling all day long...like he can't get enough and won't even let you go and piss.

Insists you don't go to work and then will spend the next hour ranting about how ridiculous it is that women have to work during their time of the month.

Ask Claire for advice if he's unsure about something because he's too shy to ask you. But of course, she'll tell you that he's asked and you find it endearing

Nothing is too big of an ask for him, he'll kiss the ground as you walk. Has no problem doing anything.

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Weekend Loving

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader

Word Count: 1500

Summary: The perfect way to combat a cold rainy weekend in autumn is by cuddling and keeping warm together.

Warnings: Fluff, Cuddles, Oral (Fem), Smut, Unprotected Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Cursing, Andy’s beard is a warning, Quote: “If you only knew the things I want to do to you" & Prompts - cuddling in front of a fire & cuddling on the couch during a cold rainy day.

A/N 1: thank you to @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & @pigwidgeonxo for beta reading this. Also thank you to @firefly-graphics for the divider.

A/N 2: This is for @sweater-daddiesdumbdork & @yenzys-lucky-charm autumn writing challenge.

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It was a cold rainy day in autumn and you were thankful it was the weekend. Both you and Andy had today off which meant one thing cuddling on the couch with a fire going. The fireplace in the living room was currently warming the room thanks to Andy’s quick thinking of trying to get you warm fast. You watched the rain pour down against the colorful shades of leaves on the trees. Autumn has to be your favorite time of the year. 

You wore leggings, fluffy warm socks, and a long-sleeved shirt. Andy came down the stairs dressed in his gray sweatpants and henley. He was built with broad shoulders and a trim waist. His eyes were cerulean blue and his amazing beard made you clench your thighs together.

You were on the couch with a large blanket covering you. It was big enough to cover the both of you while cuddling. Of course, if you had it your way you would wrap yourself like a burrito in the blanket and not share with Andy. 

Andy loved weekends like this where you could spend quality time with one another and relax after a long week at work. Whether cuddling under the blankets or spending time between your legs Andy always considered himself a lucky man. 

After a few minutes, Andy came shuffling into the living room ready to get warmed up. He kissed your forehead and made his way under the blanket. As he gets settled, you whine as he stretches out behind you. Bringing your body against his chest.

“Mmmm… you're so warm, babe.” You try to cuddle closer, your butt rubbing against his crotch causing him to groan into your neck. 

“Keep doing that and you’ll be in trouble, Mrs. Barber.” He seductively whispers against your neck, stealing a light kiss while his beard scrapes against your skin.

“Trouble is my middle name, Mr. Barber.” You rub up against him again but this time you can feel his erection. He lets out another groan as he adjusts his sweatpants. You turn to face him as your hands roam down his chest to his sweatpants.

“If you only knew the things I want to do to you, sweetheart right here on the couch.” 

“Enlighten me.” You whisper against his lips before you give him a quick kiss. 

He grabs your hips and does a dirty grind against you. Pushing you onto your back he climbs on top of you keeling between your spread legs. He pushed the blanket briefly off the both of you and pulled your leggings and underwear off. You squealed by the roughness of his hands on you but you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. Andy then pulls you into a sitting position and peels your long-sleeved shirt off. You shiver from how cold you feel but instantly warm as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. Every nibble and soft bite has you gasping in pleasure. Andy pulls away with a pop and uses his fingers to roll your nipples. You start to let out little gasps and he stops abruptly making you whine.

Andy stands and pulls the henley off revealing his body you swore was sculpted by the gods themselves. Seconds later he pushed his sweatpants and boxer briefs down his legs revealing his hard, thick cock. He smiles down at you as you stare at him, taking in his nakedness. Grabbing the blanket he covers you both up as he kisses his way down toward your wet pussy. Reaching his destination he kisses your inner thighs and rubs his beard against your core. The roughness from his beard has you whimpering until you feel his tongue lick a stripe through your folds.

“Fuck, Andy!” You moan out as you feel another pass of his tongue. Your hands grip the blanket tightly as he makes another pass through your folds. 

Andy buries his face in your pussy, licking and gently suckling your clit. Your breathing hitches every time he plays with your clit. The more he takes you apart the louder your moans get. You feel Andy’s fingers run through your petals getting arousal all over them. He pulls back his face for a minute and slips his fingers inside of you. His mouth is now focused on your clit as he swirls his tongue around it and gently plays with it. You can feel yourself getting closer to your release the faster his fingers work you. Making a come hither motion sets you off as you cum screaming his name from the pleasure he just brought you. As your body twitches from the aftershocks of your orgasm, Andy climbs back up to your face and kisses you. You can taste your release on his lips and tongue. 

Your tongues dance together in a sensual kiss, both fighting for dominance but it is Andy that is taking over. His kiss is passionate and he groans against your lips while he grinds his hard cock against your wet pussy. You wrap your legs around his hips and roll your hips against him. God did he feel amazing against you. Before you can do anything else Andy sits back on his legs as he forcefully turns you over onto your stomach. Lifting your hips for him Andy runs his hand over your butt and smacks it causing you to mewl. Grabbing his cock he strokes himself a few times before he sinks into your cunt. The thickness of his cock stretches you in all the right ways as he slowly starts to thrust into you.

“Oh…my… feels so good baby.” Your hands are holding onto the cushion below you as Andy slowly takes you apart. 

Andy picks his pace up and starts to piston his hips into you over and over again. Skin slapping against skin fills the room while the fireplace continues to keep you both warm. He continues to thrust into you harder and faster as you moan his name to the heavens above. Now and then he slaps your ass causing you to push back into him hard. Andy can’t help but groan as he feels your walls flutter against his cock. He loves the way you feel around him and taking you like this sends a primal groan through him. 

“Fuck…baby…fuck…. Take my big cock.” He groans out as you squeal with every piston of his hips. 

Your hand moves to your clit and starts to rub it to the pace of Andy snapping his hips. His thick cock plunged into you so hard you swore you could see stars. You’re a mess, a moaning fucking mess for him. You feel like you’re going to cum any minute now. 

Harder and faster Andy snaps his hips against you. Just as he feels you start to flutter against him again he pulls out of you and then rolls you to your back again. Before you can say anything he grabs your legs, throwing them over his shoulders and sinking back into you.

“Andy. I’m so close…” You rake your nails down his chest causing him to groan out. His hips are starting to falter at the pace he is keeping up. Your walls start to flutter and tense around him again as you chase your high. 

With a swipe of his right thumb against your clit you are moaning his name again as you finally fall off the edge into eternal bliss. Andy feels your walls grip him tightly as he now chases his high. A few hard thrusts and he is cumming deep inside you. He groans your name a few times before he finally is spent.  He gently moves your legs back to the couch and all but collapses on you. His forearms are keeping him from crushing you under his weight. You smile up at him with a blissed-out grin and he leans down to kiss your lips. 

“I love you so much, sweetheart.”

“I love you too Andy. With all my heart.”

Andy gently pulls out of you and goes to the bathroom to clean himself off. Once done he brings back a wet washcloth and cleans you as well. He throws the washcloth into the washer and comes back over to the couch. Grabbing the blanket he lays beside you on the couch and holds you close to him again. With the fire still roaring to life you sigh as you are now warm from both the fireplace and Andy taking you apart.

“Let’s stay like this forever,” you whisper to him as you begin to yawn. 

“Forever my love, forever you and I,” he whispers back. 

Andy kisses your head and snuggles closer to you. He can’t believe how lucky he is to have these moments with you. Thanking the lucky stars above he cuddles you close as the rain continues to pitter-patter on the windows. It may be cold outside but it is warm inside their home. 

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[cottonlemonade]

large machiatto for here with atsumu, we all know his ass is even more needy and annoying as fuckkkkkkk when he's sick

When Your Husband Is Sick

word count: 630 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: post-time skip husband!Atsumu x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff with a pinch of suggestiveness

warnings: mdni

request: spicy-fluffy, taking care of your sick husband Atsumu

It was still raining when you added the veggies to the soup.

For the past week the weather had been nothing but miserable, alternating between rain and even some snow here and there, adding freezing gusts of wind for good measure. And of course, your husband Atsumu had caught a cold. No matter how many times you had asked him to bundle up when he came home after training he wouldn‘t listen, arguing that all the practice kept him warm and that he was in the prime of his life and never got sick. That “no flu would ever dare to touch him“.

And now he was suffering in your bedroom, groaning and shivering. He turned his nose up at the tea you had made with a special recipe from his mom and asked for a soda instead which, after incessant begging, you had brought him, only for him to whine a second later that the bubbles scratched at his throat.

You sighed and smiled - rather miraculously, all of his idiocy had only made him more endearing to you. Lifting a shallow cup to your lips to taste the broth you hummed a few random notes and jumped with a screech a moment later when a cold clammy hand wrapped around your ankle.

“AHH! Atsumu!!“

Your husband, bundled tightly in his comforter, had crawled like a caterpillar into the kitchen.

“God, babe, I almost drop-kicked you.“ You looked down at the pitiful bundle of blanket writhing at your feet.

“It would have been a more merciful end.“, a dry voice croaked from underneath.

“Why aren‘t you in bed?“

The bundle curled to a ball, engulfing your feet.

“I missed ya… Who knows how much longer I have left.“

You snorted, “Honey, you have a cold, not the plague.“

“Are ya sure?“, he asked, meekly.

“Very. A common cold.“, you knelt down to gently pet the bundle.

“Then why does it feel like I‘m on Death‘s doorstep?“, he lamented, poking his disheveled head out from the cocoon.

“Why don‘t you crawl back to where you came from, hm? The soup is almost done.“

He retreated back into the warm shell of his comforter, “No…“ And he wrapped back around your feet, “Love me…“

“Atsumu, I swear…“, you chuckled, “Go back to bed.“

His body tightened around your legs, “Why don‘t ya love me…“

You poured some broth into the cup and bent down to carefully push it through the opening by his face. You heard a tiny slurping noise. “Good soup.“, he muttered and pushed the cup back out.

Placing it next to the pot, you wrapped your arms around what you assumed was his middle and pulled. He stretched like a cat not wanting to be picked up but eventually got to his feet, leaning heavily onto your shoulder.

“Come on, baby. Off to bed.“

“Yer so great, ya know that?“, he lulled, obviously getting sleepy again.

“You aren‘t so bad yourself. You know, for being on Death‘s doorstep and all.“

You wanted to lug him onto the bed but squeaked when he didn‘t let go and instead pulled you on top of him, arms closing tightly around your soft curves.

Your husband nuzzled into your breasts, squeezing your waist and thighs, slotting his leg between yours. His hands, usually warm and strong, snaked clumsily underneath your shirt and over your back, working the clasp of your bra.

“Tsumu, you can‘t be serious.“

“Imma give it to ya soooo gooooood.“, he mumbled, then his hands stopped and quiet snores could be heard from where his face was still buried in your chest. He had fallen asleep.

You extracted yourself from his grip, slowly to not wake him and tucked him in before heading back to the kitchen to finish up.

a/n: I had way too much fun writing this xD thanks for the request 🌟 please enjoy!

for requests see here

[jae-bummer]

Anytime, Sunshine

Request: can i request a fic where you're secretly dating coups? and can it please be fluffy??

Pairing: Seventeen S.Coups x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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"Ehem."

Squeezing your eyes shut even tighter, you grumbled to yourself before flopping onto your stomach. Burying your face into the pillow, you let out a long exhale.

"Baby, I know you hear me."

"Hearing you and responding to what I'm hearing are two different things," you muttered, slowly lifting your head. Peeling open one eye, you glared at your sleep-worn boyfriend. How was it even possible for someone with that level of bedhead to look so attractive?

"Your alarm went off," Coups sighed, not even bothering to pick up that argument. "Multiple times."

"And yet, there I was," you said, plopping face down into the pillow again. "Still asleep."

"The last thing I want to do is kick you out of my bed," he continued, rubbing your lower back. "But-"

"But I need to get back on the couch," you complained. "Because I'm just your friend."

"Hey, hey," he huffed. "That wasn't my rule."

"I knoooow," you groaned. "It's mine."

Finally sitting up, you scrubbed at your eyes before looking moodily toward your boyfriend. "I'm the worst."

"You're not the worst," he smiled, cupping your cheeks with both of his hands. "I know you don't want to mess up the dynamic, but don't you think the guys would be happy to see us together? They'd still view you as a friend."

"When friends date friends in the friend group, something always gets messed up," you pouted. "I told you that when you asked me out."

"And then you told me again after we slept together," he gave a shit-eating grin this time. "Didn't stop you from doing it though."

"Choi Seungcheol," you gasped, pushing his wrists away from your face. "How very dare you."

"We're dating, Y/N," he sighed. "Why hide it from the people we love?"

"Cause it's going to make it weird," you argued, wiggling your arms on the word "weird" for emphasis. "They're not going to know how to act around us and-"

"I don't think you give them enough credit."

"I think you give them too much."

"Okay, that's valid," Coups chuckled. "I should probably know better, but it's getting harder keeping this a secret."

"Says you," you grumbled, struggling up and out of his bed. Wrapping yourself in a thick blanket, you began to waddle out of the room. "I'm obviously loving this arrangement."

.

"Yah!"

You were getting really tired of being woken up this morning.

Popping your head out from under the duvet you were using, you tried to focus your sleep-drunk eyes.

"I want to sit on the couch and eat breakfast," Seungkwan pouted with a small foot stomp. "All of the spots at the table are taken."

"Sit on the floor," you croaked, pulling the blanket up again.

"Y/N," he whined. "You're so mean to me and for what?"

Without bothering to uncover yourself again, you grumbled, "Bring me a waffle and I'll consider your demands."

"I got it," you could hear Coups laugh from the kitchen.

Worming your way out from your warm, little cocoon, you narrowed your eyes at Seungkwan who stuck his tongue out at you in response. Rolling your eyes, you pulled yourself to the corner of the couch, allowing room for him.

"I would say thank you, but I won't give you the satisfaction," he muttered, sinking into the cushion beside you.

Your mouth pressed into a thin line, trying to stay closed rather than say something that would hurt his feelings. Instead, you buried your toes beneath his thigh and relished in the newfound warmth.

"Here you go," Coups cooed, reappearing with a plate and coffee mug in hand.

Gratefully taking it from him, you tried to remind yourself, to the world, you were still just friends. "Thanks."

"Anytime, sunshine," he grinned, patting you lightly on the head.

You took a large bite of your waffle as you watched him saunter away. God, how was his back just as good looking as his front?

Looking down to your breakfast again, you almost didn't notice the side-eye Seungkwan gave you.

"What?"

"Nothing," he chirped, shaking his head with fake innocence.

"No, what?" you groaned, dropping your food to your plate.

"I just think," he began a little too calmly. "That you two would make a cute couple."

Ice shot through your veins. Surely, he hadn't picked up on anything from you and Seungcheol's interaction. He couldn't possibly know what was going on...

Could he?

Trying to stifle a surprised cough, you ground out, "What? Why? Coups? No!"

"Don't think you're fooling me, Y/N," Seungkwan hummed knowingly. You felt your heart skip a beat. There's no way he would call you out in front of everyone. Boo was dramatic, but he also had some level of common decency.

"Fooling you?" you asked, lifting your brows. "There's nothing to fool you about."

"Yeah, right!" he gasped. "You have the biggest crush on our leader!"

You tapped down on the panic that had been disseminating itself across your chest. He thought you had a crush on Coups. While not untrue, he hadn't figured out the bulk of the situation after all.

Letting out a sigh of relief you tried to mask as one of frustration, you shook your head. "It's not like that, Kwannie."

"I call bullshit," he said with a small shrug. "Your attention was glued to his ass as soon as he turned around."

"Whose attention was glued to my ass?"

Looking up with wide eyes, you were so wrapped up in Seungkwan's accusations, you hadn't noticed Coups appear in the doorway.

"Seungkwan's," you said quickly. "He was admiring your cake."

Rolling his eyes, Seungkwan laughed. "Y/N has a crush on you and it's so obvious that it causes me physical pain."

"Seungkwan," you hissed, teeth barred.

"Do they now?" Coups hummed, setting his own coffee cup on the table in front of the couch. Taking a spot on the rug in front of you, he quirked his brow. "Is that true?"

"What?" you muttered, looking rapidly between the two men. Why was your boyfriend (albeit secret) playing into this?

"Answer the question, Y/N," Seungkwan grinned, obviously enjoying himself.

"I, well, we-" you stammered.

"It's okay," Coups sighed, looking away from you dreamily. "I have a crush on you too."

You bit back a groan as Seungkwan sprung from the couch, pointing an accusatory finger at his member. "I knew it! You were making lovey eyes at each other from across the room at the restaurant last night."

"We were doing no such thing!" you gasped, attempting to salvage whatever small bit of privacy regarding your relationship that you could.

Looking over to Coups, you tried to ignore the outright mirth dancing across his face.

"Maybe I was," he hummed. "I just can't help it. You're so cute."

"Does this mean you two are going to date?" Seungkwan all but shouted, clutching his imaginary pearls. "Oh my god, did I just get you two together? I'm a love genius!"

"You are!" Coups smirked, completely playing into this whole charade. "I never would have had the courage to confess without you!"

"Remember that when my birthday comes around," Seungkwan oozed, pleased with himself. "I brought you two together. Where'd everyone go? I have to tell them immediately."

"Kwan-ah," you moaned, completely defeated. He was out of the room before you even had a moment to digest what was happening.

Turning slowly toward your boyfriend, you leveled him with the most serious death glare you could manage.

"Whoops," he grinned. "Looks like everyone found out after all."

[bellaxgiornata]

Stay in Bed

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!Reader Word Count: 1.4k [Tuna-Tober Masterlist]

Tuna-Tober Prompt: Shaking

Warnings/tags: sick Reader, smidge of hurt/comfort but mostly fluff, and bossy Frank

Summary: You wake up sick and Frank demands you rest.

a/n: I was sick when I wrote this and craving Frank, and then this turned a bit more fluffy than angsty. Oops! Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

Shivering beneath the sheets in bed, your hands tugged them higher, dragging them all the way up to your chin as you struggled to get warm. Even with the sweatshirt you'd thrown on in the middle of the night when you'd first begun shaking, you couldn't seem to find any relief from the chills repeatedly wracking your body. Not wanting to disturb Frank’s sleep with your continual shivering, you'd long since slid all the way to the edge of your side of the bed in an attempt not to disturb him.

As you lay there quietly still freezing beneath your layers, you tried to swallow the lump that felt like it was stuck in the back of your throat, but your tongue grappled with the movement. Despite the glass of water you'd gotten up and chugged in the kitchen not that long ago, it moved sluggish in your dry mouth. You winced at the painful scratch a moment later when you managed to swallow, no longer able to lay here and deny that you were indeed clearly sick today.

Beside you, you felt the bed dip further from Frank's weight, the sheets rustling as he rolled over onto his side. Even with your eyes still closed you could practically feel his eyes on you, scanning over the way you were huddled up beneath the blankets.

“You good, sweetheart?” he asked, his gruff morning voice greeting you. 

You shook your head against the pillow, another chill racing up your body and causing another round of shaking beneath the sheets. “No,” you croaked. “I don't feel too good this morning.”

The bed dipped further and caused you to open your eyes at the movement. You watched as Frank slid closer towards you along the mattress, noticing the downturned curve of his lips and the look of concern written in his features as he clearly examined the pathetic expression you knew was on your face.

“Why’re you so far away?” he asked. 

“Didn't want to bother you,” you mumbled.

Frank pulled a face at your words, his hand reaching out of the sheets as he rested the back of it against your forehead. The corners of his lips curved somehow further downwards, but your eyelids lowered at his touch. His hand felt so deliciously warm that you couldn’t help but press your face back into it.

“You're burnin’ up,” he told you, the back of his hand still resting along your forehead. “And what the hell d'ya mean ‘didn't want to bother me,’ sweetheart?”

Your brain took a moment to register the question, but as you lay there enjoying the heat from Frank's hand that he’d now lowered to your cheek, another chill surged through you. Curling your legs higher up to your chest, you shook miserably beneath the sheets.

“I'm freezing,” you explained quietly. “Didn't want to wake you with my constant shivering.”

“Goddammit,” Frank cursed under his breath. “I don’t give a damn ‘bout that. If you need somethin’, you wake me. Got it?”

“But you need sleep, too,” you weakly protested.

“Don’t need that much to function,” he countered firmly. “You’re more important.”

Releasing a soft sigh as Frank’s hand slid its way down your cheek, your eyelids fluttered open again. Still laying along his pillow, Frank stared back at you with concern in his eyes as his hand continued to make its way towards your shoulder. The heat of his large palm through the blankets was pleasant, but it sent another shudder straight through you and had you shaking once more beneath the sheets.

“It’s just a cold, Frank,” you told him.

“Don’t give a damn,” he grumbled. “You’ve got a fever and you’re shivering. You should stay in bed, sweetheart.”

You groaned audibly at his suggestion. There was far too much that still needed to get done today, especially if you were still feeling like shit tomorrow. You knew it wasn’t realistic to leave all the errands and chores for Sunday–and you certainly didn’t want to be spending a whole day doing everything.

“Can’t,” you told him, already trying to sit up in bed. “Need to get groceries. Vacuum. Clean the kitchen and bathrooms–”

Frank’s hand on your shoulder gripped just tight enough to stop your movement. Pausing mid-sentence, you saw his eyes narrow back at you before he gave a firm shake of his head.

“You’re stayin’ in bed,” he ordered. “I’m not lettin’ you get up and do any of that.”

“Frank, we need groceries,” you countered. “Food won’t magically appear in the house.”

He shrugged a shoulder. “I’ll get the groceries. And I’ll clean the house. Not like I can’t.”

Pushing against his hand, you once more tried to get up. “There’s two loads of laundry I still need to fold,” you continued. “And I need to wash another two more or we won’t have clothes for the week.”

Frank chuckled lightly, his hand still pushing you back down in the bed. You frowned as your head once more landed back on the pillow, your eyes focused on where he was sitting more upright beside you. Another chill slammed into you and you curled further in on yourself, shaking once more beneath the sheets.

“Wouldn’t mind you goin’ naked all week,” Frank teased.

“Frank,” you scolded.

“I got the laundry, sweetheart,” he assured you with a grin. “I can take care of it all. Don’t worry ‘bout it. You just stay here and sleep.” 

Removing his hand from your shoulder, you let out a faint whine at the loss of the heat from it as Frank began to get up. You watched him push the sheets off of himself, sliding out of bed in nothing but his dark boxers. Your eyes scanned over the muscles of his back, fixed on him as he walked over to the dresser and began to pull out a dark tee-shirt. 

“I’ll grab you some water and some cold medicine,” he said, turning around towards you as he tugged the shirt over his torso. “Then I’ll throw in some laundry before gettin’ groceries. I’ll check on you when I get back before taking care of everythin’ else.”

With a defeated sigh, your eyes followed Frank as he walked over to the closet. He slid it open and pulled out a pair of jeans before slipping them on. You curled up further beneath the blankets, your eyelids beginning to feel heavy already. It didn’t help that you hadn’t slept well last night, too busy shivering. 

“It’d go faster if I helped,” you pointed out.

Frank’s head darted up when you spoke, a stern set to his mouth as he finished tugging his jeans up his legs. “All you’re allowed to do,” Frank began seriously, “is stay in bed and sleep. You got that? If I come back and see you’ve been up, I’m draggin’ you right back to bed, sweetheart.”

“Oh?” you asked, a grin slipping onto your lips as another shudder ran through you. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”

Frank zipped his jeans up, his head tilting to the side as his eyes narrowed at you from across the bedroom. There was no amusement on his face and your smile immediately faltered.

“You think I’m jokin’, sweetheart?” he asked. “I’ll only say it once more. You stay in bed.”

Expelling a sigh, you rolled your eyes at him before snuggling further beneath the sheets. “Alright, alright. You win,” you grumbled, closing your eyes and tugging the blankets up to your chin again. “I’ll rest instead of poking the bossy, grumpy bear today.”

Frank snorted at your comment, the sound drawing a smile wide across your mouth. You knew despite his brusque words that he just wanted you to get better, because deep down the man had a strong desire to care for someone–and that someone just happened to be you.

“You do that, sweetheart,” he ordered. “Just focus on getting better.”

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[hannahbarberra162]

Imagine Crocodile Reassuring You After A Hard Day

I have a lot of Thoughts about what Crocodile would be like as a husband (as opposed to sleeping with him). If you're just sleeping together, he'll fuck you over the table at his casino while continuing to play Craps. If you're married, he'll kill anyone who breathes in your direction.

I *do* think he would be kind and soft to someone he's in a serious relationship with. Just my 0.02.

No smut, just fluffy. ~450 words

Croc x GN!Reader

“What’s wrong?” 

You swiveled your head as soon as you heard Crocodile speaking to you. You were in the library, curled up under a blanket on a cushy chaise lounge, pretending to read. Crocodile lounged against the doorway, watching you while his cigar trailed smoke to the ceiling. You forgot how perceptive he was, how easily he was able to read you after spending so much time together. You plastered a watery smile on your face, you didn’t want to bother him with your petty problems. He was so busy with his work that when he had a moment of reprieve, you loathed wasting the precious time you got to spend together.

“Nothing, I promise I’m alright. Just small things,” you said with a shrug. Crocodile hummed and walked over to the lounge, his dress shoes clacking against the tile floor. You scooched forward, giving him enough space to sit with his arm lying on the back of the chair. Pulling you onto his lap, Crocodile tipped your head back to kiss you softly. 

“Do you want me to listen or problem solve?” he asked, kissing your forehead as you leaned back against his warm chest. Communication had been a challenge in your early relationship - you had wanted a shoulder to cry on and Crocodile was a pragmatic problem solver, eager to fix any hardship that befell you. He’d solved the problem by clarifying before beginning a discussion about what you were seeking from him. You also learned early on not to mention names or things got…messy. 

“Neither, it’s nothing, really -” You gasped as Crocodile unerringly pinched your nipple through your shirt.

“Don’t lie,” he drawled, taking another drag of his cigar. You shifted slightly, your ass feeling the phantom pain from the last spanking you’d gotten for lying.

“Then listen, I suppose…” Crocodile was quiet as you told him about the grievances and issues from your day, only interjecting when he wanted you to expound on a topic. By the time you’d finished talking about what was bothering you, you’d cried into his large chest while Crocodile soothed you. Hiccuping as your crying jag ended, you looked up into the eyes of the former Warlord.

“Thank you for taking the time to deal with my stupid -” Crocodile put his cigar in a nearby ashtray and scooped you up in his arms. You buried your head in his chest, smelling the rich cologne and lingering desert scent.

“Don’t belittle yourself and don’t thank me, neither are befitting the partner at my side. Your troubles are more important to me than anything else,” he said while carrying you off to bed for some additional...relaxation.

[marveladdictjones]

Hi i love ur writing. Sorry this is long but could you do a Caspian x pevensie!reader whose susan’s twin and like he chose her over susan and like they meet in prince caspian and fall in love and he “proposes” but then she can’t come back to narnia.

BUT THEN… she goes back with E Lucy and Eustace(whose kinda her enemy in a funny way) for some reason and she’s with Caspian and it’s just them on the Dawn Treader and Lucy tells caspian how sad she’s been the year they were back.

Can it just be really angsty and fluffy at the same time🤭🤭

Sorry this is long i just love ur writing💋💋

Prove Her Wrong

pairing: Dawn Treader!King Caspian x Pevensie!fem!reader warnings: angst obviously, dw it's also fluffy, mentions of drowning (no one actually does, but it feels like it for a moment), amicable banter, pining, regretting decisions, use of y/n (I'm so sorry) summary: both you and caspian have been miserable a/n: aahh, I love this idea so much! Also, thank you for giving me an excuse to watch the movies again, really needed that. I did kind of twist the plot to make it fit better, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Sorry it took this long to write it, my schedule's been packed for the last couple of weeks, I hope the fic makes up for it. wc: 2.6k

It had all happened too fast to comprehend. One second, you're standing in your cousin's room looking at a painting. The next, you're engulfed in a massive ocean trying to keep your head above the surface.

Too busy looking for the younger children, you hadn't even noticed the change in the atmosphere. Everything had gotten a little brighter, the air more fresh, the sky more clear. But you were preoccupied trying to make it out alive as the currents tried to pull you below the surface.

"Lucy!? Edmund!?" You yell out with what little breath you had left. "Eustace!? Anyone, where are you!?"

Somewhere to your right (or left, seeing as you had no sense of direction anymore), you heard a faint voice you recognised as your younger sister calling out for you.

"Lucy!" You manage to get out as you try to swim towards her. As you come closer, you were able to make out the two boys as well.

"What happened, where are we?" Eustace calls out, arms flailing around him as he tries to keep his head above water.

You share a fleeting look with your younger brother and sister, and something in your gut tells you you know exactly where you are.

"We're back, aren't we?" Edmund asks, confirming your suspiscion. But before you can answer his question, a ship dooms up, and it was approaching you rapidly.

"Swim!" You shouted, trying to put a safe distance between you and the ship while also trying to keep the others closeby.

You heard a few loud plunges into the water, and when you turned around for a moment, you saw some of the crewmembers swimming towards you. A moment later, you felt a pair of strong hands wrap around your waist.

"It's alright, I've got you." An all too familiar voice reassures you. You turned around, only to be met with a slightly older version of the man you had been forced to leave behind the last time you had left Narnia.

"Caspian..." You say breathlessly as you look into his eyes.

"Y/n..." He responds, equally out of breathe and clearly both surprised and confused to see you here.

Together with the other crewmates, he helps you onto the ship, even Eustace who is screaming fire and demanding to back to England. Someone hands you a warm blanket, which you gladly accept and drape around your shoulders. You glance at Caspian, and for a moment your gazes lock, before he is pulled away by Edmund.

"Did you call for us?" He asks, to which Caspian shakes his head.

"No, I didn't. Not this time, at least," Caspian answers, glancing over to you once more as he does.

You're interrupted by a shrieking Eustace, who is swatting away a large mouse sitting on his chest.

"Get this filthy animal off of me!" He screeches as he scrambles backwards.

"Pretty sure that mouse is far cleaner than you are, Eustace," You say as you roll your eyes and shake your head. "It's good to see you again, Reepicheep."

"It is a delight to see you as well, Your Majesties," He responds, bowing down for a moment.

Caspian walks up to the stairs that lead to the quarterdeck and addresses the crew. "Men, behold our castaways: Edmund the Just, Lucy the Valient and Y/n the Righteous; High King and Queens of Narnia."

All the men on the ship went down on their knees and bowed deeply in respect of you. No matter how many times you had been called Queen, it always sent shivers down your spine.

Caspian led the three of you towards the King's quarters, which doubled as his study, leaving Eustace in the care of the crew, who had fainted when he had seen Tavros the minotaur. You had been given some dry clothes that fit you like a glove, although your shirt was a little big and had a vaguely familiar scent to it.

In the middle of the room, a huge map of Narnia was sprawled out across the table. You scanned over it, your finger absently tracing the coastal lines as you lightly smiled to yourself. You wouldn't admit it out loud, but you had missed being here when you were back in England.

With Peter and Susan off to America, you been left to stay at your aunt and uncle's house with your younger siblings. At first, you had thought it wildly unfair to be stuck in England whilst your older brother and twin-sister got to live with your parents across the Atlantic ocean.

Eventually, you had calmed down and accepted your fate. Most of the time, you could be found lightly fidgeting with the one possession you had been able to take back with you from your last adventure in Narnia; a simple silver ring you kept on a piece of string around your neck. It reminded you of a time where you didn't feel like the second option, a feeling that haunted you often when being compared to your twin.

"It has been three years since we won Narnia back from my uncle," Caspian explains as he points towards the map, "There is peace in the entire country now."

"And have you found yourself a Queen in those three years?" Lucy asks, making you look up from the map. She truly didn't mean any harm with the question, but Edmund lightly nudges her side and gives her a stern look.

"No," Caspian says with a light chuckle to alleviate the tension, "not one to compare with your sister..."

"Hang on," Edmund interrupts, "But if there's no wars to fight, and no one's in trouble... then why are we here?"

"That's a good question. I've been asking myself the same thing," Caspian answers. "Before I tried to take the throne back from my uncle, he went after my father's closest advisors, the seven Lords of Telmar. They fled to the Lone Islands, but no one has heard from them since."

"So you think something's happened to them?"

"Well, if it has, it's my duty to find out," Caspian says rather solemnly. He looks over at you, trying to get a read on you, but your eyes are glued to the map in front of you.

"What's east of the Lone Islands?" Lucy asks, pointing towards the map where it just says The Great Eastern Ocean.

"Unchartered waters," Drinian, the captain, answers. "Things you could barely imagine. Tales of sea serpents and worse..."

"Sea serpents?" Edmund asks, his face lighting up at the sound of something dangerous to battle against.

"Alright, Captain, that's enough of your tall tales," Caspian interrupts. "You are free to go wherever you want on this ship, it is as much yours as it is mine."

It's a silent cue for Edmund and Lucy to go with the captain and explore the ship, while you stay in the quarters, leaning against the table, your eyes still locked on the parchment. After the door shuts, Caspian speaks up once again.

"Can you at least look at me?" He asks, his voice much softer and hesitant now. "Please?"

You lightly sigh as you look up at him, your eyes instantly finding his. "I'm sorry I left," You say truthfully, even though you sound rather defeated.

"Don't apologise, I- I shouldn't have asked you to stay." This time, it's Caspian who lets his head fall and gaze upon the map. "I knew you couldn't, yet I asked you anyway. I am sorry, for putting you in that position, that was selfish."

"It's alright," You somewhat reassure him, "Aslan knows I would have been just as selfish had roles been reversed. But we can't change the past, and we mustn't let it stand in the way of our future." You take a deep breath as you take a step closer to him. "You deserve a bright future filled with happiness, Caspian. Don't let me stand in the way of that by holding onto something that can't be."

It's the right thing to say, the logical thing to say. You're from a different world, there's no way of knowing if you'll be able to stay in this one after the adventure is over. It guts you to the core to walk out of the King's quarters, it tears your heart apart, but you try to shake it off as you go out onto the main deck.

Luckily for you, you're able to take your mind off of it when you notice your cousin Eustace talking to a regular seagull.

"What on Earth are you doing talking to a bird?" You say, a somewhat smug tone laced in your voice. You're called the Righteous, not the Humble, and for good reason.

"I just assumed that-" Eustace begins, his face turning a light shade of pink.

"That just because a mouse can talk, so must a bird?" Maybe it's a coping mechanism for the shattered heart in your chest, but you let out a light chuckle. "Oh cousin, you have a lot to learn about how things work here. Good to know you can't claim to be the smartest person in every realm." You shake your head and hear a few crewmen chuckle along.

The sky gets darker as the evening falls, and the crew celebrates the your arrival with festive spirits. Sea shanties are sung, dancing goes hand in hand with a lot of laughter and a couple of bottles of liquor are brought out.

Despite the gloomy thoughts that have been haunting you for the day (and the days before that), you laugh and leap along with the crewmen. Even Eustace loosens up a little, although keeping it modest. The only one who seems unaffected by the joyious celebrations is the king, who sits on the staircase and watches the others, or rather, watches you.

At some point, he is joined by Lucy, who due to her young age can't participate in the drinking and adult activities. She sits down next to him and keeps quiet for a little while, before speaking up.

"What's bothering you, Caspian?" She asks softly. "Is it the Lords?"

"For the first time in a long time, it actually isn't, my friend," He says truthfully, letting out a sigh. "It feels like even when she is this close, she is still worlds away."

He didn't have to say your name in order for Lucy to understand. It's the same way you didn't need to mention his whenever she would find you staring mindlessly at the wall or out the window back in England. You would always have that same tragic look in your eyes while you fidgeted with the ring around your neck, no matter how hard you would try to mask it whenever Lucy got your attention.

"You know, she feels the same way right now," Lucy responds, feeling incredibly sorry for both your misery.

"She's evidently better at coping with it than I am." The words came out more bitter than intended, but Lucy couldn't really blame him.

"Out here, maybe. But back in England," She refrained from saying 'back at home', never having been able to call it home when she had missed Narnia too much. "Back in England, she was a mess. A beautiful, poised and collected mess, but crumbling down on the inside."

Caspian didn't speak up, but simply looked sorry and felt even more remorseful than he already had.

"She kept the ring, you know," Lucy continues, "Oh, she would never say it out loud, but it was obvious she regretted leaving Narnia, leaving you most of all. I'm pretty sure she would give anything to stay this time around, if you'd ask her again."

"She told me to let go of a future with her, said she didn't want to stand in the way of my happiness," Caspian argues solemnly, "Sounded a lot like she wanted to move on from all of this."

"That's what she thinks is the right thing to do, because it makes more sense," Lucy counters. "Prove to her that it isn't."

With that, she stands up from the stairs and walks out into the crowd. Turning around one last time, she says:

"Oh, and maybe do something about the beard, it might remind her of the man she fell in love with."

Caspian lightly rolls his eyes at her comment, but decides to take her up on it nonetheless when he retired to the barracks below deck. For the sake of privacy, he had given his quarters to you and Lucy to stay in while you were on the ship.

Later that night, when everyone was passed out in their beds, Caspian went onto the deck to get some fresh air, where he soon notices you, leaning on the railing while you looked up at the stars.

"Still having trouble sleeping?" He asks as he stands next to you.

"Insomnia doesn't go away so easily, it seems," You softly chuckle, having to do a double take when you notice he has shaved. "I was almost getting used to that beard, but I'm glad you shaved it off any way."

"What is it with the hostility against my facial hair?" Caspian comments as he raises an eyebrow at you. "I thought it made me look ruggedly handsome."

"Who'd you have to look ruggedly handsome for before we showed up today?" You ask in a mocking way, making you lightly snicker when Caspian takes on a defensive tone. "Oh, stop it, I was merely teasing."

"Teasing, are you now?" He asks, a mischievous glint sparking up in his eyes as he leans in just a little. "That's not very Queen-like behaviour, now is it?"

You lightly sigh, letting your head fall for a moment before you speak up. "Perhaps I've gotten a bit rusty," You note, "I haven't been a Queen for a while now, you know?"

"Oh, don't worry, it's like riding a horse," Caspian assures you, "It's not something you can unlearn, even if you don't practice anymore."

"Well, maybe it's a good thing. Might make the next time I leave more easy..."

"You're still planning on leaving after this adventure?" Caspian asks, his voice growing a little more quiet. "You can stay, you do know that, right? You did the first time, surely you can-"

"Caspian, please," You interrupt him, pushing away from the railing and taking a few steps back, "It's too difficult, you know that. I can't just leave my family behind, and I can't ask them to stay."

"You don't have to do that. I am certain there's a way for you to move freely between realms," Caspian suggests, "And if there isn't, we'll find a way. Somehow, things like this have a way of working out."

He takes a step towards you, reaching out but refraining from touching you just yet. "Besides," He continues, "Time goes by much slower there than it does here right? We can figure this out and they won't even notice you're not there."

He searches for your eyes as he takes another step towards you, a silent longing in his eyes as he does. "You don't have to come with an answer right now. Whether it's tomorrow, next week or at the very last second, I don't care as long as you're certain that whatever you choose is something you actually want, not what you think is right."

You close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath. "Okay," You say after a while. Your eyes are still closed, but a small creeps up on your lips.

"Okay?" Caspian echoes, his eyes sparking up, even though he's not sure he heard you correctly.

"Yeah," You say, opening your eyes to look into his. "Okay, I'll stay. But I might change my mind if you don't come here and kiss me, because-"

Luckily, he cuts you off mid-sentence by pulling you in and effectively using his lips to shut you up. You can feel him smile against your lips, and you can't help but reciprocate the gesture while your hands run up into his hair.

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