#going to go clean this up a bit before bed

[puckinghischier]

I’m deprived from domestic/soft Nico thoughts. Please help me feed my delusions 💭💭💭

so due to the mountain of snow that’s still plaguing where i live, i have a very specific, basic, and lowkey mundane thought about nico being all soft and lovey

maybe it’s the fact i’ve had to walk up and down my half mile driveway the past week just to get to my car and go to work, but the thought of nico shoveling snow for you is making me warm n fuzzy rn

like, he’s so busy. he’s gone all the time, constantly at the rink, playing in games, at the gym, or doing events for the team. but to think about him getting up before you have to be at work, even after he got home from a roadie well into the early hours of the morning, is making me hyperfixate.

because he knows how cold you get and how much you hate getting out of your warm bed on a normal day, much less when you have to get up earlier to allot time for scraping and defrosting your car. so even if he only crawled into bed with you a couple of hours ago, he’s up and outside before your alarm—which he reset back to your normal time—goes off.

he bundles up and grabs the ‘snow broom’ that stays perched outside for occasions like this, and gets to work. first he shovels a small path to your car, making sure your feet stay warm and dry in the snow boots he bought you last christmas. then he starts brushing off every bit of snow he can off of your car, starting it and letting the inside warm up while he works.

after he gets every flake of snow he can off, he turns your seat warmer on high and heads back inside. he gets to work brewing your coffee—no matter how crazy he thinks you are for drinking it iced in this weather—and making a quick breakfast for you to eat on the run. he’s halfway through achieving the perfect fried egg to go on top of your bagel when he hears your shrieks, feet thumping towards him.

“nico! i’m gonna be late! my alarm didn’t go off on time m! i have to go clean my car off. oh my god i’m soooo gonna get in trouble!”

you come into view, covered in only a t-shirt (nico’s) and otherwise bare legs, stumbling as you try to slip a boot on one foot while balanced on the other.

“you gonna go outside like that, müsli?” he smirks, looking at you over his shoulder, not wanting to mess up his egg masterpiece.

you look down, almost like you’d forgotten you weren’t wearing pants, then back up at him.

“why are you awake?” you suddenly remember his late arrival, rolling over long enough to give him a kiss and snuggle into his warmth before slipping back into oblivion last night.

nico turns the stove off, slipping his perfect egg right on top of the plate on the counter next to him before turning to look at you.

“thought i’d be a nice boyfriend today and clean your car off before you got up. should be nice and warm for you by now,” he beams, loving how frazzled you look in his clothes. the toaster dings, throwing the bagel inside into view, stealing his attention. “oh, and i almost have your breakfast ready. your coffee, too.”

you watch him in awe as he walks over to grab the heated bread out of the toaster, spreading butter on both pieces before laying half of a perfectly cut avocado on one side. he grabs the plate with the most delicious looking fried egg on top of it and slides the egg right off onto the bagel, salt and peppering it before placing the other half of the bagel on top, completing the sandwich.

he turns to you with a smile, amused at the expression of surprise on your face.

“better hurry and go get dressed. don’t want you to be late, now, do we?” he winks, wrapping your breakfast sandwich in aluminum foil to conserve some of its heat.

once the sandwich is securely wrapped and set aside, he walks over to your frozen figure, placing a finger under your chin to tilt your face up to his as he looks down at you.

“i love you, you know that? every day. all the time. forever and ever,” he repeats the phrase you two share anytime he leaves to go out of town, placing a delicate, loving kiss to your lips.

you still haven’t spoken a word, too consumed with him and your shock at how you ended up with someone like him, when he places his hand on your shoulders, turning your body around to face the hallway you just came from. you don’t expect the smack to your ass that comes, jolting you forward slightly, forcing you to take a few steps paired with the small push from nico at the same time.

“go on now, woman. go get dressed. your coffee will be waiting when you get done.”

you turn around to give him a middle finger, but the moony, lovesick smile on your face as you retreat back to your bedroom, the fading sound of nico’s laughter ringing through your ears, reveals how you really feel about the god-send of a man standing in your kitchen.

[fieldofdaisiies]

Azriel x Reader - It‘s Late

I don't know how this short story happened, but I had an idea and @brekkershadowsinger helped develop it hehe. Warning, this is smut with very little plot.

"It‘s late, baby." Your hands sneak around your mate’s strong shoulders in tender caress, sliding down to his chest and his shadows awaken at your closeness, swirling around you and brushing over your arms. "Come to bed."

Azriel groans at your touch, his body relaxing in reaction to it. You can feel the shift, a warm, rich feeling greeting you through the bond, welcoming you and wrapping around you like a cosy embrace. Love.

"I‘ll be there shortly … one more report, my mate." His voice sounds almost a bit pained, almost like he has to force himself to continue with the reports and not leave them as they are and fully you straight away.

You can feel he wants to join you in bed, more than anything else. But his spymaster duty is not something he doesn’t easily put aside.

His body tenses. Tipping his head back, he pulls his lower lip between his teeth. You take it as a chance to kiss his cheek.

Tonight, you‘re having none of it. You don’t want to wait and you know how desperately he needs a break.

"I want you now." You place a kiss to the spot right beneath his ear..

He grinds his teeth, every muscle in his body tense. He is fighting his desire to join you and you almost have to giggle.

"Five more minutes,” he grinds out.

You kiss a path down to his ear, hovering right above it. Then you kiss his earlobe. "Now, my mate, or I‘ll put on my clothes again."

The shadowsinger spins around so fast you barely have time to catch yourself on his broad shoulders to keep you upright. He blows out a long breath, eyes darkening as they skate over your body. "Fuck me." He smacks his hand over his face and wipes it down harshly. "Don’t do this to me. Rhys needs those reports tomorrow."

"And I," —you step between his legs, veiling your voice in a sultry tone as you lean in— "need you."

His hands are on your hips in an instant. "Rhys is going to kill me," he says but keeps pulling you in until you slide onto his lap, legs braced on either side of his hips. His chin drops, and he leans in to kiss your neck. "And all because of my pretty little and terribly needy mate." His voice has changed, now having a sensual hue to it and is at least an octave deeper.

You sigh at the feeling of his lips closing over your neck, before he lets his tongue poke out and glide over your heated skin. “What shall I do with you now?” He tips his head back, an almost wicked grin on his lips. “Distracting me? Making me delay my reports for the High Lord? I assume this calls for some punishment?”

You lean forward, making sure you breast touch his chest, your hand falling to his neck, fingers curling around it. “Or you reward me, for being such a good mate who‘s always needy for you.” You glance up at him through lower lashes, his arousal already pressing against you through the fabric of his cotton pants.

His eyes are dark as the lock with yours, his scarred fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. 

“Needy you say?” His right hand slides to your aching centre. “Let me see how needy you are.” A grin appears on his lips as he lets his middle finger slide through your wetness.

“You‘re dripping with arousal.” The grin only widens. “And all of it for me.”

“All for you, Az.” You want to grind against his gingers for some sort of friction, hoping he will give you exactly what you need but he moves his hand away, lifting it to his lips to lick it clean.

“Then I shall truly reward you.” He sharply pulls you in, your lips only inches apart. “Tell me what you want. What you need. How you want me.”

“I need you, Az. I need you to make me feel good,” you breathe against his mouth. “Plea—”

He steals the word from your lips as he kisses you, desperate and hungry, almost like a starved male. And as your lips merge, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance, he begins to move your hips, grinding you against his growing hardness. 

“Az!” you gasp, breaking the kiss to catch your breath. “More. I need more.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. With strength that is beyond you he lifts you onto his desk —onto the reports— spreading your thighs wide before lifting your legs over his shoulders, the tips of your toes touching the leathery membrane of his wings.

“So wet,” Azriel hums against your skin as his lips cast down the inside of your thighs, lower and lower, until he kisses your throbbing centre.

He doesn’t only kiss you there. He drives his tongue deep into you, nibbling and suckling, feasting. All the while his fingertips into your thighs, into your ass, kneading until one of them wanders to your centre accompanying his tongue, playing with your clit.

Slick noises fill the air around you as your hips lift off the desk, grinding against his face. Your eyes glaze over with desire, fingers curling around the desk for support, knuckles turning white.

You call out his name, and curses as his tongue licks at your clit, fingers driving deep into you, and your climax nears in tidal waves. 

And when you finally come, it hits you hard. Like your body is on fire, your soul ascending, rising and falling, but Azriel is there to catch you. He helps you ride out your high, his head still between your legs, licking and kissing.

You tug at his hair, making him tips his head up. His fave is damp with you, with your arousal and Azriel grins from one ear to the other. It‘s the most beautiful sight you have ever seen, seeing your mate smile, grin.

Your legs continue to tremble, chest lifting and falling with deep intakes of air, as you come down from your high. Your mate gently lowers your legs, then pulls you back onto his lap, holding you close to his chest. “My pretty little mate, you‘re the best distraction a male could ever ask for.” He kisses the top of your head and you can feel him smile against your hair.

Your arms sneak around him, your face pressed against his chest. “Bath?”

“Absolutely.”

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[fuctacles]

Treasured

For @steddiemicrofic prompt "new", @stmonstercalendar and @steddiebingo "dragon" (i swear i didn't plan it) G | 517 | Steddie | no cw | magic Eddie, old dragon blood Eddie. canon compliant, pre-relationship | Ao3

Eddie has been herding his sheep as long as he could remember. It's part of his instinct to seek out freaks like him, and a power trip to spread his protection over them. Maybe he can't do much. Maybe he's just another senior student. But when his gut tells him it wants someone, he follows. 

He's not prepared for it to want Steve Harrington. 

He's not like any other of his herd. At least at first. But the more he talks to him, the more he smiles and jokes and tries to prove his gut wrong, the more it turns against him. 

Because Steve is an outcast, is a fucking weirdo, though of a different kind, and Eddie, begrudgingly, feels him being pulled into his imaginary hoard. The new ones always feel the most precious, the most coveted, so he immediately notices when something is wrong. 

In the ancient times, it was an alarm that someone was rounding on your treasure, ready to steal. Now, for Eddie, it's a sign to grab his first aid kit and go to the rescue. 

His sixth sense leads him to the Harrington house, and he hesitates. Steve can surely deal with this himself, if he's at home. Eddie's more used to cleaning split lips or looking for stolen notebooks in the halls of Hawkins High. 

But things can happen at home, so with a sigh, he walks up to the door and rings the doorbell. 

It takes a while before Steve opens up, green hoodie pulled low over his face. 

"Munson?" His mouth turns in a confused frown, eyes hidden from the sunlight. Eddie pushes inside, and closes the door.

"You alright, Steve-o?" he asks, looking him over. No bruises, blood, or split lips were in sight, but the guy still looked miserable. 

"Got a nasty bruise on my knee, probably, and a migraine coming up. I've had worse," he shrugs. 

"Can I help?" Eddie asks, already steering him towards the kitchen. He wouldn't be able to rest with the alarm bells ringing in his head anyway.

"I was cooking pasta, but I don't feel like eating anymore," Steve explains the disarray they find the room in. A jar of sauce is waiting on the counter, the cheese is shredded, and the water is steaming, although the fire is off. 

"I'll finish it up, and you'll eat a little bit," Eddie decides, pushing him gently into a chair. With a flick of his wrist, he turns the stove back on, but Steve doesn't notice. "Do you have any painkillers?"

Steve helps him navigate the space, and Eddie gets him fed, hydrated and medicated, before ushering him to bed. 

"Should I stay?" he asks, the idea of leaving Steve alone with his migraine not sitting right with him. 

"Oh yeah, there's enough room," Steve pats the empty side of the bed. 

"I didn't—" But his inner dragon purrs at the idea of curling around his newest treasure, like the good old times, still remembered in his core. 

He draws the curtains like it's a cave, and settles against his golden boy. 

Tags: @blasvemous @wheneverfeasible @phantomcat94

[nanpecan]

₊✩‧₊˚once more to see you˚₊✩‧₊ pt 6

{nanami x f!reader}

pt 1.  pt 2. pt 3. pt 4. pt. 5

˚₊✩‧₊summary: You’re a manager at Jujutsu Kaisen and you’ve now had two three four extremely intimate encounters with grade 1 sorcerer Nanami Kento, but who's keeping count.... You're preparing for your morning date at your place when you get some unexpected company.

˚₊✩‧₊tags: nanami x fem!reader, nanami gets a little jealous but don't worry bc I can't stand miscommunication tropes, explicit smut towards the end (mdni)

˚₊✩‧₊word count: 8.6k SORRY LOL

˚₊✩‧₊author’s note: lemme start by saying im sorry for taking so long to post the next part but i have been going through it :D i am so grateful for all the positive feedback and messages i've gotten in my absence, i've missed my fellow nanami freaks, so this one is for all yall<3 also i posted this on A03 yesterday...i just feel like its faster posting it there bc im lazy. thank you to everyone for reading!

taglist at the end and feel free to let me know if you want off or if want to be added!

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After about thirty minutes of scrubbing you came to accept that the pink frosting stain wasn’t going to come out of your shirt. You sighed and put down the wet fabric. Another shirt lost to your shenanigans with Nanami. You laughed to yourself as the realization hit you. You’d lost three shirts in the last four days…you should probably plan to go shopping soon. You grimaced, maybe you should have saved that extra money you’d sent your mother earlier in the week. 

You went around your apartment cleaning here and there, you had found it in better shape than you remembered, but compared to his apartment you felt that yours was definitely lacking in cohesive design. Your eclectic furniture was a little bit of every style, the art on your walls didn’t really follow a theme, you just framed things you liked. You tidied up more than you think you ever had and smiled as you looked around. It may not have been much, but it was home. You felt safe here. 

The building as whole was another issue. You’d frowned when you had seen the elevator was still out of order. Nanami would have to take the seven flights of stairs just like you had. You looked down at your phone, maybe you could reschedule? Meet somewhere else to have breakfast? No, he had been looking forward to seeing your apartment. It was such a silly thing but you could tell he really wanted to. You wiped down your kitchen countertops one more time before cleaning the small dishes in your sink. 

You were planning on going to bed a bit earlier than usual. You were going to prep breakfast to make some pastries for him in the morning. It had been a while since you’d baked. You looked around, satisfied at your cleaning streak. You decided to shower before continuing, maybe you’d be able to catch anything you had missed afterwards.

You stepped out of the shower and walked up to the sink. What a crazy few days you’d had. You hadn’t really had the chance to be alone and process everything. You stared at your reflection as you wiped the mirror. You’d never really thought of yourself as someone worthy of being desired. An odd thing to admit, but you had also never really had the luxury of having the sort of life where that would matter. The world of Jujutsu Sorcery was a fast paced one and every day could be your last, so you often found yourself discouraged from participating in things people your age did. Dating, partying, traveling…it's not like you could afford it either. The only reason you’d really ever gone out was because of Akari. She would invite you to go out to places where she could relive her delinquent youth. She was also the reason you had gone on any dates in the first place. That reminded you, you needed to text her and see when she was free to hangout. You had a lot to catch her up on. 

You walked out to your living room and sat on the couch, picking up your phone. It suddenly dawned on you that you had never gotten Nanami’s number. You seemed to remember Akari saying she gave him yours. You opened your messages and scrolled to confirm. 

Something made a noise in your kitchen. 

Your blood ran cold. Was it an intruder? A curse? Had something broken in? You slowly reached under the couch and pulled out a baseball bat. You sat up and looked towards the noise, but didn’t see anything. A cup holding your washed silverware had been knocked over. Okay…maybe it had just come unbalanced. You got up holding the bat up and slowly approached the kitchen. You cautiously made your way around the counter looking down and jumped. 

It was your neighbor's cat. 

You sighed in relief and lowered your bat. “Messi, what are you doing here?” You picked up the orange cat who meowed in return. “How have you been? It’s been a while.” He meowed again. “Really?” Meow. “I’ve been good. I met someone.” Meow. “Well he was someone I already knew.” You walked out of your apartment, cat in tow, and made your way next door. Your window had a tear in the screen and Messi had made a habit of going through it and somehow prying open your window (which didn’t lock) and wandering into your place. You didn’t mind, you had actually set up a little water bowl for him in your apartment. 

You knocked on the door. “Hi, it’s Y/N. I'm returning Messi, I haven’t been home for a couple of days, so I don’t know how long he’s been in there.” 

You heard some shuffling and suddenly an older lady opened the door. You had never seen her before. She looked at you and then at the cat. “Keep the damn thing.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Y/N?” You heard a familiar voice from behind the lady, your neighbor. She made her way to the door and you saw she was crying. She took the cat in her arms and held him close, starting to cry again. “Thank you.” 

“Is everything okay?” 

“Osuke had his second trial today and was convicted,” she said through tears. Osuke was her husband.

“That stupid lawyer, I should curse his entire family,” the old lady muttered. You had a feeling she was Osuke’s mother. 

“I’m so sorry, is there anything I can do to help?” you asked. You had known about the trial, it had been ongoing for a couple of months now. He had been arrested after being framed for a robbery. The story you had been told was that his boss had been the one to frame him. He was a bottom tier worker, and the perfect scapegoat for the crime. 

“No, thank you though,” the woman said. 

“You can take the damn cat. She’s moving out of here. After the lawyer’s fees and the loss of his income she’s moving in with me, I don’t want to take care of that thing,” the older lady said.

“I’ll take care of it, please,” the woman cried. 

The lady grumbled something else and went back inside. “Thank you for bringing him back.” She wiped her tears and offered you a hug. “We’ll be out by tomorrow, I can't afford the rent. I’m already behind on the last two months.” 

“Don’t worry about it. I hope everything works out. You have my number, call me if you need anything. Anything at all.” You smiled at her and she nodded and closed the door. 

You stood alone in the hallway. Everything was so silent. You heard the women arguing again and you sighed. You went back into your apartment, sitting on your couch again. You hoped everything would work out for them. The couple next door had been so nice. Osuke and Makiko and their cat Messi, they’d lived here longer than you had. You sighed and rubbed your temples. There really wasn’t much you could do for them.  

You reached for your phone again and went to text Akari. 

-sorry i meant to text you earlier, and then i got distracted again. messi was in my apartment and scared me to death. -when are they going to fix that damn window for you? -i don’t mind, i love that cat.  -but if he can get in so can other things, my skin is crawling just thinking about it  -someone is on the road to getting uninvited from my place.  -no way, you owe me from all the times I’ve let you crash at my place -damn…speaking of, when is your next free day? we need to hang out.  -i can do the day after tomorrow, i have a half day, does that work? -perfect, i’m also just coming in in the morning -you can tell me all about your adventures with the old man. have you said yes to being his girlfriend yet? -he hasn’t asked me yet -boooo

You started typing when you received a notification from an unknown number. 

-Did you make it home okay?- It read. You smiled.  -is this who I think it is? -Y/n it’s me, it’s Nanami Kento.  -then it is who I thought. I did make it home safe, I found my neighbor's cat in my apartment so I’m glad I came to check, they’re moving out tomorrow morning. -So you’re free now? -…yes ? -That’s good, get some rest. Have a good night. I'll see you tomorrow.

Hmm you thought he was going to ask something else. You looked at the clock. It was 7:53, earlier than you thought. I should probably get started, you thought to yourself. You pulled yourself off of the couch and went into your kitchen. You would make your dough tonight and let it proof overnight. 

Overnight proofing is the best way to make bread. 

You were shot back into a memory. 

The best things in life are worth waiting for you know. And what’s better than fresh bread? Nothing! Ask anyone that comes in tomorrow, I dare you.  

You smiled fondly as you rolled the dough into a little acorn shape before rounding it out and setting it in a glass bowl. 

As you finished up you checked the time. You had gotten done pretty quickly. You just needed the topping for the melon bread, which you could make as the oven heated up in the morning. You checked your pantry one last time for brown sugar and you realized you didn’t have any. You frowned. You’d run out for some in the morning. If you didn’t go to bed soon you weren't going to want to get up in the morning.

You sat for a moment and noticed the silence again. It’s not like it wasn’t ever quiet around here, but maybe after the events of the last four days something about being alone bothered you. It surely hadn’t before.

You moved into your bedroom and lay on the bed. You usually felt stuffy in here, that’s why you preferred to lay out on the couch, at least it seemed more of an open space compared to your bedroom. But now it felt nice. You felt safe. 

You stared at your ceiling. “Maybe I should call him,” you said out loud to yourself. You closed your eyes and imagined his smile. The way his perfect teeth shone, the way his nose crinkled a bit when the corners of his mouth lifted, his lips on yours. You swallowed and opened your eyes. If you let your mind wander any longer you’d be in trouble. You groaned in frustration. You missed him, how pathetic. You had always been one to make fun of how quickly people in your field tended to get together, but here you were. 

You heard your neighbor and her mother in law faintly arguing through the walls. You frowned trying to think if there was really nothing you could do. 

You had too much “compassion”, you had been told by one of the old professors at Jujutsu Tech. There’s no way to save everyone and to try is to doom yourself. You scowled as you remembered what he had said to you. The arguing died down and you hoped to yourself they worked it out. At least they had each other going through this. Things were tense now but hopefully they’d adjust. You made a note to check in on them tomorrow. You went to set your alarm when you remembered Shoko had wanted you to stop by her office early in the morning. You groaned and set your alarm for earlier than you had intended. Nanami said he’d be by around 7, it would have to be a quick breakfast as you wanted to get to the school by 8, you hoped he didn’t mind. You finally drifted to sleep. 

You groaned as your alarm woke you up, but you quickly sat up and went to wash your face. You needed to split the dough, and lay the cookie topping over it and let it proof for another 30 minutes at least. You could run out to your corner store while they sat and you preheated the oven. 

As you opened the door to exit, you almost tripped on a pile of items placed in front of your place. Cat toys, a litter box, cans of cat food, a small bed, and a note. 

Messi got out again last night and I’m afraid we just don’t have time to look for him. I think he’s better off with you anyway. I’m sorry for the inconvenience. If it’s too much I've contacted a shelter that would take him. Here is the number. 

You frowned a bit. You loved Messi but you didn’t want a cat. You dragged the items into your apartment and quickly went out the door. You’d deal with this later, you were already running behind.

As you stepped back into the hall, winded and trying to catch your breath after returning and climbing the seven floors, you looked up to see a man in a suit knocking on your neighbors door. This wasn’t your man in a suit, quite the opposite. 

You approached him cautiously. He had jet black hair, his suit was dark, and he reeked of alcohol. 

“Please, just let me apologize- I did all I could. I won’t charge ya any money, just please, I’m sorry.” He stumbled as he continued to knock. You were going to have to get past him to get to your door. There was no avoiding him. 

“Excuse me,” you said, announcing yourself behind him. The man turned to look at you. His eyes were tired and sleepy, he had deep bags under his eyes and his sharp nose was red. He was definitely drunk. “If you’re looking for the residents, they’ve moved out.” 

“What?” 

“They’ve moved out, what did you need to tell them?” you asked.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“You’re sorry?” 

“I need to apologize to them. Osuke was jailed. It’s not fair. The whole system is corrupt. I should-” 

“Were you their lawyer?” you asked. 

“Yes,” he turned back and started pounding on the door again. “Please let me speak to you!” 

“Tell him to stop that before I call the police!” an old man from down the hall had stuck his head out of his door to yell. 

“Sir, no one is in there. You have to go, it’s too early to be causing such a ruckus,” you said. 

“I need to apologize,” he whined. You noticed a buzzing coming from his pocket, his phone was ringing. 

“Do you need to get that?” you asked. 

He pulled the phone out of his pocket and handed it to you before turning back to the door. The caller ID said Shimizu. You grabbed the man's shoulder and pulled him away from the door as you answered with your other hand. 

“Hello?” 

“Yes, hello… is this Higuruma’s cellphone? Who’s speaking?” A woman spoke on the other end. 

“Ah, he just handed me his phone. He’s very drunk and knocking at someone- I think maybe one of his clients' doors.” 

You heard her curse, “Would you be able to tell me where he is? I apologize for the disturbance, I’ll come by to get him as soon as I know where to go.” 

“Ah, yes-” he pulled himself from your grip and started going towards the door again. “Sir-” 

“There is no justice!” he cried out. 

You stared at him a bit shocked, what was he on about? You told the woman your address. 

“I can be there in around 25 minutes. Would there be any way you could keep him put? I apologize again for the inconvenience.” 

“I’ll try my best…” you looked at the man as he collapsed onto his knees, staring forward at the door. You walked over to him and handed him his phone. “Shimizu is on her way to get you,” you said. He just stared. You looked at your apartment and sighed. “Would you like to wait for her inside?” You pulled the man up to his feet and unlocked your apartment. You held the door open as he stumbled inside. You reached inside and grabbed a couple of cans of cat food to hold your door open. The last thing you wanted was for Nanami to get the wrong idea.

Once inside you rushed over to your kitchen to check on the bread. The man walked around not looking at anything in particular, but just moping. “Have a seat,” you motioned to the small table and chairs. He sat down and you turned back to your baking, unpacking the sugar you had just bought. You quickly grabbed a plate and spread the sugar, then you rolled the diamond patterned tops in the sugar. You placed the six little buns you had made back on the baking sheet. The oven still had a couple of minutes before it was ready. 

You turned back to the man and were shocked to find him staring at you. “You just let a strange drunk man into your apartment, while alone?” 

“I left the door open…” you muttered. “Besides, I think I could take you in a fight. I’ve dealt with worse.” He gave you a questioning look. “Would you like some water? Some tea? Coffee?”

“Water.” You poured him a glass and walked it over to him. He began rubbing his temples with his hand. He seemed to be sobering up quickly. You grabbed a couple of crackers from your shelf and handed them to him too. 

“Eat something, get a grip before your friend comes to get you.” 

You heard the oven ding and you walked over to put the pasties in the oven. You set a timer for twenty minutes. Looking at the clock you had about 30 until Nanami showed up, probably less since he seemed to be pretty punctual. You turned back to the man and saw he had chugged the water and was gingerly taking a bite out of the crackers. You started cleaning up the kitchen, putting the bowls in the sink and clearing off your small drying rack. 

“Who is coming to get me?” he asked.

“Ah, your friend, I think her name was Shimizu,” you answered. He muttered something under his breath. “More water?” you asked. 

He nodded. You went over with a pitcher and filled his cup, this time sitting down across from him. “Thank you,” he said quietly. 

“So…there’s no justice in the world, huh?” You asked. He frowned. “I don’t think that’s something I’d want to hear from my lawyer,” you eyed him curiously. 

“I apologize for my outburst.” 

“No, no I understand. From what I know Osuke was innocent. It must be frustrating to lose a case, especially when what happened was so unfair.” You thought back to the old woman grumbling about the lawyer. “That old lady was very angry, I can’t imagine that’s easy on you.” 

His hand gripped the cup tightly. “People have no sense of understanding right or wrong. Everything is so black and white to them. But there are so many complications before you can see one or the other clearly.” He stared at the cup. “Most only see the bad, the ugly, that’s the easiest thing to pick out, the easiest to understand. I think most people assume that others are inherently bad, so expecting bad things to come from them is second nature.” You stayed silent as he contemplated his words. “It doesn’t help when your client looks like a bad guy, it’s an uphill battle, but I try I really do.”

He sighed, taking a drink of water before continuing. “ If I lose a case, it's easy to blame me. I'm much more tangible than blaming some higher power for not being in your favor. No one wants to believe that I do this out of a want to help others, they see me as wanting money, as taking advantage of those in dire situations. They only ever see me as greedy when I lose. Another bad guy. I want to help, but when it comes down to it, who am I to a jury, to a judge? I’m another bad person, defending a bad person who did a bad deed. They think if they were truly innocent I wouldn’t have to work as hard, I wouldn’t have to find such cunning ways to prove their innocence, but I try. Not out of trickery or malice, but because I want to believe that not everyone is bad. But again and again people only see me as a bad guy defending bad people, and I'm afraid I'm losing sight of what this all used to mean to me.”   

You looked at the cup he was holding. “I see…” you thought about everything he had just said. You thought a part of him was just feeling sorry for himself, but other points he made were valid. There was a time when you thought everyone in the world might have been bad too. “When I was sixteen…I left my home because of an incident,” you started. “I was alone and scared and I thought that it had happened to me because I was bad.” You frowned slightly as you recalled the events. “And because I thought I was bad, I justified a lot of the things I did. I snuck onto buses and trains to get to Tokyo, away from where I was because I didn’t feel like I deserved to be there, I didn’t deserve to be close to my family. And I stole…a lot…not big things, not precious things, food mostly. I was hungry and had no place to stay and I saw others do it…and so I became ‘bad’. I became what I thought I was, what I believed the world wanted me to be.” You looked up at him, he was staring at you trying to figure out where you were going with this. “But then I met someone, someone who was good, someone who only ever saw the good in people no matter what and that…changed me.” 

“Who did you meet?” he asked. 

“I went to a bakery,” you smiled fondly and looked down at your hands on the table. “I had known about it since I arrived in Tokyo, the line was always out of the door by 7 am, but I had never had the chance to go in. I mean, I never even had the money for it and the owner, she was this sweet old lady and even though I was already stealing food from other places, I felt like if I stole from her I would be too far gone. 

But as it goes, the more I stole, the more I felt entitled to, and after a month of fighting it, I finally gave in and made a plan.” You shifted in your seat, you had never told anyone this story. “I made a plan, and woke up early, to be one of the first in line. I was sixth or seventh outside the door, and when I finally got to go in I felt like crying, it smelled so good and it was so warm. She greeted everyone with such kindness and it was just her that day. I had seen a granddaughter with her before, but this morning it was just the lady. 

“I pretended to look around, considering what to buy. I let people go in and out before I finally decided on a single piece of Melon bread, delicately wrapped in plastic. It was the most beautiful thing I think I’d ever seen. I grabbed the piece and tucked it under my arm and started heading towards the door. I turned to check if anyone had seen me and I saw her staring at me.” You laughed and shook your head. “She was just staring at me and her eyes went to the piece of bread I had tucked under my arm and you know what she did?” You looked up at him. “She looked back into my eyes, smiling the whole time, and said to come back soon. I ran out of there, terrified for my life. I thought she was going to call the cops, but there was something about her smile that just seemed so genuine. 

I think I got about ten steps down the road before I stopped. The guilt was too much, I felt sick to my stomach. I didn’t deserve to have something so nice. I was bad, and I had done a bad thing.” You scrunched your nose. “I went back immediately. I pushed past the people in line and went right up to her and I handed her the bread back. She looked at me confused and just shook her head. ‘You can have it, it’s your first time here right? Take a seat, let me know what you think of it.’” You laughed and covered your face with your hands. “I sat down and just cried while I ate it. I bawled, like people stared at me out of concern.” The lawyer stared at you. “When I finished she came up to me and asked how it was. I started apologizing profusely and she just handed me another one, and asked if I’d like to learn how to make my own,” you shook your head incredulously. 

“She offered me a job and a place to stay. I still don’t understand how she was able to see right through me.” You heard the timer go off and you shot up to get the bread out of the oven. You smiled as you saw how perfectly the six little buns had crisped up. You transferred them over to a plate and grabbed one for the lawyer. You placed it in front of him. “There are bad people out there, but there are also good people. There has to be a natural balance otherwise everything would fall apart, don’t you think?” You looked at him as he stared at the pastry before him. “I can see that you really care about your clients. Even if this was a bit inappropriate to do, drunkenly asking to speak to them and all, but the right sentiment is there.” He pressed his lips together into a thin line. “The world needs more people that are willing to look past everything and find the good. I hope you can keep doing that.” 

You heard laughter from the hallway and looked over the lawyer’s shoulder at the open door to see Nanami and a sharply dressed woman stepping out of the stairway. The woman suddenly looked at you and then at the lawyer. “Higuruma!” She quickened her step towards your place. Nanami followed behind her. “Pardon my intrusion,” she said as she entered. She stomped up to the man checking on him before turning to you. She bowed slightly. “I apologize for his behavior. This is completely out of character for him, I don’t know what he’s thinking. I’m sorry-” 

“It’s okay, he explained some of what’s been going on. Do you work with him?” 

“Yes, my name is Shimizu, I’m a colleague of his, I’m also a lawyer.” 

“I’m Y/N, sorry we have to meet like this.” You turned your attention to Nanami who was staring at the man. “Sorry our breakfast plans got thrown around a little.” 

Shimizu turned towards Nanami and then back to you. “Ah, I see...” She smiled at you. “I’ll take over now, thank you again for your help. Here’s my business card, let me know if there’s ever anything you need.” You took her card and smiled. Fancy, you thought to yourself.

“Wait,” Higuruma said. “Have my card too,” he felt around his pockets for them but couldn’t find anything. 

“Don’t tell me you lost your wallet,” Shimuzu said, annoyed. She pulled out another card and handed it to you. “Here’s his card as well.” 

“Thanks.” 

“Thank you for listening to me…” Higuruma looked like he was trying to remember your name.

“Y/N,” you repeated. 

He smiled at you. “Wait!” he said again as Shimuzu started pushing him out. “My melon bread…” he muttered, turning back and grabbing it off the plate. Shimuzu sighed and continued to push him out. 

You watched the two bicker as they went down the hall and into the staircase. You became aware of Nanami’s eyes on you. You reached down to move the cat food out of the door frame and let the door shut. “If I ever got called to fetch you out of some stranger’s apartment after you had a drunken night out, I don’t think I’d be as calm as she was,” you said. You turned back to him after he hadn’t said anything. “I hope you’re not getting the wrong idea. I helped him out and we just talked.” You frowned. “I feel like saying that makes me seem more guilty, but I don’t even know why I’m defending myself here.” You turned to him and stared for a bit. “Are you mad at me?” 

His eyebrows furrowed. “No?” 

“Oh.” You turned back towards the door. “You were just being so quiet…I mean I heard you guys laughing…the lawyer lady, Shimizu. She was really pretty. She looked so professional..” You smiled half heartedly. “You looked good together.” You muttered. You frowned as you realized how ridiculous you sounded. “Anyway…” you turned towards the kitchen and started walking to the counter. “I made some pastries this morning. It’s not much, but we’ll also have to be quick because I forgot I promised Shoko I’d meet her early. So I only have time to change and then we probably need to head out. Sorry for rushing things.” you frowned again. “I should have told you to stop by earlier, but I got a little distracted.” 

“Are you jealous?” 

“M-me?” You felt your face grow red. “No-no I’m not- why would you- why would you think that?” you laughed awkwardly. “I was just saying she’s super pretty and I’d just never heard someone laugh with you like that before I mean other than me- but I mean I guess I don’t really know you-I mean I know you but not like I know you now- and she’s-I mean she’s super pretty you have to admit-“ 

“I wasn’t a fan of the way he asked for your name at the end of your conversation,” he said looking down at his wrist and fiddling with his watch. “I know that look he gave you… I’ve given you that look.” 

You smiled and felt relief. “Seems like we’re on the same boat.” You shook your head and went over to him, looking up with a playful frown. “Was she really that funny?” 

“She was the only one laughing, I don’t think anything I said was particularly interesting.” 

You thought back at the way her eyes had turned from you to him and back to you. Oh I see, she had said. “She was into you,” you wrapped your arms around him. “I’ve done that before, laughed like an idiot at someone who’s not funny because I thought they were hot.” 

“Have you done that with me?” He asked. 

“No, you’re actually funny. It’s never forced with you.” You looked up at him again. “It’s your fault, you’re so handsome. We have to do something about your face.” 

“Well then, what do you suggest we do about yours?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“He was quite taken with you.” 

You made a face and shook your head. “Men will rant about their problems to you and then think they’re in love just because you listened.” 

“Did he rant about his problems? His alcoholism? His brutishness? What was he thinking coming into someone’s apartment in that state? He’s lucky he didn’t-“ 

“He was having a rough time of it actually. I do feel a bit bad.” You turned back to look at the door and then the cat items. “He was my neighbor’s lawyer. They’re a young couple, the husband was arrested on some unfair charges and he seemed devastated by the outcome.” 

“That’s not very professional.” 

You shrugged. “I think it’s been a long time coming. Hopefully my pep talk keeps him back on track for a while longer, but I have a feeling he’s going to snap one day,” you said darkly. “There was something unhinged in his eyes.” 

Nanami pulled you back and hugged you tightly again as you buried your face back into his chest. He smelled nice. 

“Speaking of my neighbors. Do you like cats?” 

“I don’t dislike them.” You nodded, backing out of his arms. “Why?” 

“They left me in charge of their cat, Messi. Well not left me in charge, it’s more like they gave him to me. They left me all his stuff, he got out of their place yesterday before they left and somehow he always ends up at my place.” 

“How does he get in?” 

“Oh I guess I should show you around my apartment. Though there isn’t much to look at.” You ran a hand through your hair as you looked around. You pointed at where he was standing, next to the table. “Dining room, living room, kitchen, bathroom door, bedroom door, ta da!” You smiled cheekily as you pointed back where you started. “Bet that’s the fastest you’ve ever had a house tour, huh.” He looked around slowly, taking in the frames on the wall, the knick knacks on your shelves and the books piled all over the place, stacked not so neatly. “It’s- it’s really not much but it’s home,” you said feeling a little insecure again. Maybe you should have cleaned more. 

“It’s lovely,” he said. “It feels very much like you.” 

“Thanks…” you said. Your eyes went to the clock in your kitchen and you perked up. “Oh wow, is that the time…” 

“May I see your bedroom?” He asked. You felt your face go red again. 

“Oh, sure,” you started walking towards it. “I need to change anyway, hope you don’t mind.” 

“Never.” You felt the blush grow and your stomach get tingly. 

You opened the door and gestured briefly. “This is it, again it's not much... I think the bed is too big for this space, but it’s comfortable.” you went around to your closet pulling out a pair of black slacks and a white button down. You laughed to yourself. “That pink frosting was not coming off of my shirt. That’s two shirts you owe me, Kento.” 

“I’ll have to make it up to you,” he said as he looked around the room. “What about this weekend? Are you free? I could take you shopping.” 

You laughed again, “You’re like the main lead in a drama series. You’re too much, you know that?” 

“Sorry?” He offered. 

You smiled at him.“Thank you, but I’ll take a rain check on the shopping. I can get my own stuff. I’m hanging out with Akari on my half day, but Sunday I’ll be free,” you said as you buttoned your pants. “That is if you want to meet up on Sunday… if you’ve available.” 

You turned to him and saw him blush this time. “Sunday…works.” You smiled victoriously as you walked over to him in just your bra. He stared at your face and you nodded briefly as if to give him permission to look. His eyes trailed down. “It’s a shame we have to hurry to campus. Are you sure Shoko can’t wait.” 

“She’s doing me a favor by offering to teach me, I can’t do that to her,” you said. He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you forward. You looked up expectantly and he planted a soft kiss on your lips. You smiled. 

You finished getting dressed and you felt his eyes never leave you as you moved around. He walked behind you out of the room and into the kitchen where you proudly showed him the bread you had made. 

“This is a very secret recipe, I doubt you’ll ever have one as good as this.” He looked down at the bread and smiled fondly. He picked up one of the little buns and slowly bit into it. You watched his face carefully for a reaction. You saw his eyes water slightly as he savored the treat. 

He smiled and nodded. “Good.” 

You were a bit confused. “Yeah…you okay?” He seemed to be lost in thought. “Kento?” 

He smiled again and blinked a few times. “Yes, sorry, it brought up some memories. This is very good, Y/N.” 

You smiled, deciding to not push it. “I worked at a bakery for a short time.” You looked at the buns. “They're good but you should have tried the ones where I learned… I guess people are masters for a reason.” He nodded and continued to eat. 

“Did you want coffee or-” Suddenly your phone rang. You pulled it out of your pocket and read the name, Shoko. 

“Hello?” you answered. 

“Hey, Y/N. I’ve been called out to do something so I won't be at the school this morning. Is there any way you could come in during your lunch?” 

“I think that should work,” you said. Nanami looked at you curiously. 

“Great, see you then.” 

“Ooo~ is that Y/N?’ you heard Gojo’s voice in the background before she hung up. 

You looked at your phone and then back up at Nanami. “So it looks like we have time after all, Shoko just rescheduled.” You sighed and leaned against the counter. “Sorry for rushing you before. Did you want some coffee or anything? I need a little pick me up.” 

He shook his head, “Sit down, you’ve had a long morning. Do you mind if I make us some coffee?” 

“I can make it for you, it's no problem-”

“I insist. It’s the least I can do,” he said with a smile. You smiled back and nodded. 

“Fine, let me atleast get the ingredients out for you.” 

“I’m sure I can find what I need,” he said, gesturing for you to go sit at the table.

You obliged and sat down with a happy sigh. You watched as he moved around the kitchen, looking for ingredients. The coffee, the sugar, etc. You smiled as he grumbled to himself as he searched for items and he would occasionally look over at you for some guidance. You pointed at your cup drawer and he looked over at you as he pulled out two mugs. He held one in his hand and read the text. 

He frowned. “I used to work at this company,” he said. 

“Ah, I got it as a freebie after signing up for their newsletter or something like that, I don't remember now.” You laughed, “I wonder if you were at that event. It must have been around the time you worked there. Before I had this apartment I used to rent one close to their headquarters, so I would walk by almost daily. We were so close and had no idea.” 

Nanami smiled, bringing over two cups of coffee and the tray of bread. “I don’t think you would have liked me then.” 

“What do you mean?” You took the warm cup from him. 

He sighed as he sat, “I feel as if I was a soulless shell of a man focused on money”

“Was?” you teased. 

He gave you a look, “Am I still?” You blew on your cup and smiled slyly. He smiled, “I guess I am still focused on money, but soulless?”

“Definitely not, I can tell by the way you made this coffee,” you said, taking a sip. He shook his head and looked down at his cup. He had taken the one with his old company logo. 

“Would you have liked me?” He mumbled. 

“Probably not, if I’m honest,” you said bluntly. You smiled, “I hate stiffs in suits and I don’t have much money so I doubt you’d have given me the time of day anyway.” 

“Stiffs in suits? Isn’t that what I am now?” 

“At least you’re helping people, now. That company always had a fishy vibe, there was always a tan blonde man in sunglasses who would try to pick me up with bad English phrases.” You scrunched your face. “Sound like someone you know?” 

He laughed. “Unfortunately I know who you’re referring to.”

The two of you finished up your breakfast and Nanami offered to do the dishes while you tidied up. You wiped down your counters as he rinsed the cups. You moved on to the table. 

Laying on the table were the two business cards the lawyer had handed you. You examined the sturdy ivory rectangle and the elegant gold lettering of the man’s business card. Hiromi Higuruma, it sounded like a name out of a tv show. You looked up and saw Nanami staring at the card in your hand with disdain. You smiled, laughing a bit at his expression. 

“Here,” you reached out and handed him the card. “Hold on to this for me, you never know when I might need a lawyer.” 

He begrudgingly took the card and scanned the writing, the scowl still on his face. “I’ll keep you out of trouble.” He tucked the card into his pocket. 

“Did he really bother you that much?” 

“Please, enough about him,” he said with a sigh.

“I kind of like that you’re jealous,” you teased. “Anyway, what are you so worried about?” You reached out and put a hand on his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.” You felt his cheek grow warm as a blush came over his face.

Nanami looked down at his watch, he seemed to be calculating something in his head. “We have about thirty minutes until we have to leave right?”

“Yeah, why?” 

He suddenly moved closer to you, putting his hand on either side of the table around your waist. “Should we make use of our morning?”He gave you a cocky smirk as he gently moved one of his hands under your chin, tilting your face upwards.

You felt your face burning now. “What can we even do in only half an hour” 

He tilted his head as he thought. “Well we really only have twenty minutes,  I would allow us another ten to compose ourselves.”

“Do you think that’s enough?” you asked, laughing. 

He shrugged as he brought his face closer to yours. “We can make it work.” He closed the distance between you, delicately placing his lips on yours. He was so warm, so soft. You pulled him closer, placing your hand on the back of his head and lacing your fingers within his silky blonde locks. His lips moved softly against yours, his hand gently placed on your back as he settled himself between your legs. You pulled back for a second and looked up at him. His lips were glistening with your mixed saliva and face was flush. You smiled. 

“Seeing as I haven’t really had the time to do laundry, and the fact that I’m down a couple of shirts, and that we have a record of being…messy. I propose we move this to my bedroom.” 

He smiled and nodded. He placed another soft kiss on your lips before backing up to let you move forward away from the table. 

“I’ll try to not let it become a habit.” 

“What?”

“Ruining your shirts.” 

“To be fair you only ruined two, the other one was that monster.” You shrugged, “Some things are just inevitable.” You turned towards him once you were in your room and started unbuttoning your shirt. “Should we set a timer?” you joked. 

Nanami set his blazer aside and loosened his tie. “We can be quick about it. We made do in that bathroom.” 

You felt your cheeks go red, “Oh my god,” you buried your face in your hands and sat on the bed. You heard him chuckle and you looked up. He placed a hand down onto your cheek and you smiled at him. He slowly lowered his face down towards you and kissed your forehead. He pushed you onto your back as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. You shifted your weight as you reached down to pull your pants down. You slipped them off of your legs and suddenly felt him grab your right ankle. He smiled coyly as he placed it up onto his shoulders, you felt your face go red as you looked at him. He held your leg firmly as he lazily unbuttoned his pants and shuffled them down to expose himself. You felt your heartbeat quicken as he moved forward and ran his cock over your underwear. He moved forward, placing his knees on the bed as he brought your legs up onto his thighs. He picked up your left leg and pressed it against his side as he moved forward to kiss you. You groaned as you felt your right thigh stretch against his chest. You moved one of your hands onto his shoulder and the other laced into his hair bringing him closer. Your tongues danced as you desperately kissed him. He continued to buck his hips, running his cock over your now soaked panties. He grunted at the friction and quickly moved back suddenly. You whimpered again as your leg moved back up with him. He let go of your left leg and moved it over opening your legs wide before him. He looked up at you, his pupils wide and his mouth wet with your spit. He swallowed hard as his eyes trailed down your body. “Y/N…I don’t know how to explain what you do to me…” He licked his lips as he thrust his hips forward against your clothed cunt. “I apologize in advance if I’m being too rough.” He looked back up at you. “Please let me know if I’m too rough..” He moved a hand down and pushed aside the wet fabric easily. 

He pressed his tip lightly against your opening. You moved a hand forward and pressed it against his abdomen stopping him momentarily. “Kento…” 

His head snapped up to meet your eyes. “Yes?”

There was a desperation in his gaze that made you feel a warmth in your chest. “It’s okay.” You moved your hand back and lifted your arms over your head. “Be rough with me, please…” you moaned and arched your back as you felt him dip a little deeper inside you. 

Nanami quickly grabbed your other leg and pressed it back against you as he moved forward and buried himself deep inside of you. You let out a yelp, which was muffled by him devouring your lips. He pushed his hips roughly against you, desperately, quickly, as he held your legs further back. You were folded over yourself and you felt the head of his cock bully the deepest parts of you. You gasped everytime he pushed into you, becoming a mumbling mess under his touch. He slipped an arm behind you and brought you closer to him and you gasped at the change in position. He had you trapped in a mating press and all you could do was mutter incoherently. “Kento!” you cried, tears forming in your eyes from the pleasure. He moved his mouth from your lips and trailed sloppy kisses down to your jaw and into your neck. You felt him bite your skin gently before latching onto the side of your neck. He was going to leave a mark, you were sure. You moved your arms forward and hugged his large torso towering over you. He wasn’t slowing down and you were reaching your limit. You dug your nails into his back and you heard him hiss as he released your neck. He smiled snarkily before moving to the other side of your neck and biting down on it. You dragged your nails along his back again and he bit down harder. You cried out as he desperately moved his hips with more force, his knees slipping and forcing him deeper as he temporarily let his weight drop on you for an instant. You moaned loudly and clenched your entire body as you came. He grunted into your ear as he thrust his hips one more time before releasing with a roar. 

You were both breathing heavily as he stayed inside of you for a while longer, twitching against your contracting walls. He kissed your face gently as he tried to catch his breath and you smiled, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling. After some time he finally moved back, releasing your legs which had been trapped between the two of you. He took a moment to massage your thighs in his hands. You hummed in appreciation. 

You felt him move back and pull out of you. You winced as you felt warm liquid ooze out of you. You pointed to your bedside table and he quickly fetched a handkerchief to clean you up. 

“I might have gotten carried away again.” 

You laughed and sat up sorely. “It's only 8 am.” You mumbled. He smiled at you and you saw his eyes trail to your neck. You put a hand over the spots he had leeched on to. He smiled satisfied as he made his way off the bed. 

“I’m going to take a quick shower…would you like to join me?” You nodded and scooted off of the bed. You looked at him as he turned his back towards you and winced. He turned to look. “What? Is something wrong?” 

“Your back,” you said with a frown. “I didn’t realize how hard I was scratching.” 

He peeked over his shoulder at the sharp red lines. “Nothing you can’t fix,” he said. He went over to you and scooped you up in his arms. 

After your quick shower together you went back into your bedroom to get dressed. You looked in the mirror at your body. He had left a mark at the base of your neck, just low enough to be covered by the collar of your shirt. You looked at his reflection in the mirror and saw he was staring with a smile on his face. “I might have been caught up in the moment, but I made sure I was careful.” 

You smiled back and looked at the mark again. You looked back up at him. “This…this doesn’t have anything to do with you being jealous does it?” 

He blinked and you saw his eyebrows furrow slightly. “No,” he huffed, fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeve.. “Why would you- No, I’m not-”

You laughed. “Sorry, I had to tease. I love when you get flustered.”

He sighed and came up behind you, leaning down to rest his chin on your shoulder. “Do you have the lady lawyer’s card? What was her name? Shimizu? I think I should hold on to her card as well.” 

You frowned and leaned your head into his. “I knew it. You’re leaving me for her.” 

He laughed and wrapped his arms around you bringing you closer to him. He buried his face into your neck and took a deep breath. He pressed a kiss into your shoulder before moving up to kiss your cheek. “We should get going.” 

You turned to look at him. “Okay.” He took your hands and lifted them to his lips to give them a gentle kiss. 

“Make sure Shoko doesn’t go too far, she has a habit of getting carried away…”

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˚₊✩‧₊thank you for reading my way too overly complicated fic, i have so much planned and its all really self indulgent but I'm glad I can share it with other nanami lovers. i'll try to be better about posting the next part without a three month ghosting period, but in my defense the end of 2024 was out to get me....anyway much love to you all and as always if you saw a typo, no you didn't -Nana

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[ur-sick-and-married]

can you write ellabs x reader like the morning after a rough sesbian lex night....

GOOD MORNING • ABBY ANDERSON • ELLIE WILLIAMS

CLICK FOR PALESTINE!!!

TW: suggestive, polyamory, no outbreak au, reader might seem fem

SUMMARY: aftercare is an important thing to your girlfriends, so much so that it’s prolonged for hours, into the next morning.

A/N: I was writing this and, like, three other things at the same time so…I’M COOKING.

You woke up because of the sunlight. You’d forgotten to close the blinds the night before. You’d been…busy.

You rolled over, searching for a chest to hide your face in, but found none. Finally opening your eyes, you saw that the bed was empty, except for you, of course.

You stretched, which brought the sore spots in your body to your attention. That caused a rush of memories from last night. Why would your girlfriend’s leave you after a night like that? You were ready to be angry, and then you realized you could smell breakfast.

After pulling on some pajama pants, since you’d only been wearing underwear and one of Abby’s t-shirts. You headed into the kitchen, where Abby and Ellie were cooking breakfast. Abby was handling the stove, while Ellie made some coffee.

“Oh, good morning!” Ellie said when she noticed you.

“Hey, baby!” Abby grinned. “How did you sleep?”

“I slept good.” You answered, stretching.

“Seems like you’re still asleep.” Ellie chuckled.

She came over to you, and wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you into her chest.

“Mm, you smell good.” She hummed.

“Really? I probably smell like sweat.” You said.

“Not really.” She shrugged. “We didn’t have much time to clean you up last night before you passed out, huh?”

“Don’t worry, we don’t mind you being sweaty.” Abby chimed in, smirking. “We kind of like it actually.”

“You’re a creep.” You laughed, going over to give her a kiss.

She smiled against your lips, and muttered, “I’m not a creep.”

“Can I help at all?” You asked.

“Nah.” Ellie waved off the thought. “You just relax, honey.”

You heaved yourself onto the counter, wincing a little at the soreness you felt.

“You sore, sweetheart?” Abby asked. She reached over to place her big, warm hand on your thigh.

“A little bit.” You said.

“Poor baby.” Ellie cooed, teasing.

She stood between your legs, her hand replacing Abby’s. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around her waist.

“I remember this position.” Ellie smirked..

You blushed and groaned, quickly hiding your face in your hands. “Ellie!”

“Aw, don’t hide.” Abby hummed. “You’re too gorgeous for that.”

You lowered your hands, smiling a little at her compliment.

Abby finished cooking, and put the food onto plates. It was just pancakes, plus some fruit. She poured herself a cup of coffee, and Ellie got herself a glass of orange juice. You sat at the table, food and a beverage of your choice in front of you. It was quiet when you all started eating. You were starving from the strenuous night. After a little while, though, Ellie spoke.

“So…” She cleared her throat. “How’d you feel last night?”

“Great. Why?” You answered easily.

Abby chuckled. “We’re glad you felt like that. We just wanna discuss it. See if there’s anything that made you uncomfortable or something.”

“Well,” You sighed. “It was perfect for me. You both obviously know me well at this point, and it shows, in good ways.”

They both smiled. This was good for their egos.

“Are you very sore?” Ellie asked softly.

“It’s not really bad.” You shrugged.

“But there’s still some discomfort.” She said, more so stating a fact rather than asking a question.

Abby got up from the table, and disappeared momentarily. When she returned a minute later, she had a bottle of painkillers in hand.

“Here,” She said, unscrewing the bottle. “You should only need one if the pain isn’t bad.”

She came over to you, pouring the pill into her hand. You reached for it, but she didn’t hand it over. She took your chin in her free hand, making you face her.

“Open up.” She said.

“You really need to put it in my mouth?” You said.

“Yes. Open up.” Was her answer.

You rolled your eyes playfully, and opened your mouth. Abby dropped the pill onto your tongue, and grabbed your drink, which she brought to your lips so you could easily swallow the medicine. Ellie watched this unfold, an amused smirk on her face.

“There you go.” Abby smiled, satisfied.

You gave her another kiss, and she sat down in her place.

“What are you two gonna do today?” You asked, finishing your breakfast.

“We want to take you out.” Abby grinned.

“We were thinking we could hit up that new café you’ve been interested in for lunch.” Ellie said quietly, a little smile on her face. She just loved making you happy.

“Really?” You gasped, excited.

“Of course.” Ellie chuckled.

“That would be amazing!”

You went to them quickly, to hug them.

“You two don’t have to do all this for me, you know.” You said from Abby’s arms.

“We want to.” She reassured you. “We love to.”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” Ellie added. “How about you go get dressed while we clean up?”

You nodded, and started to head back to the bedroom to get ready, when Abby stopped you.

“Babe?” She called. “Maybe you could wear that shirt we like? It’s kinda tight and very pretty-“

“I will.” You giggled.

The two of them simply fist bumped, then started doing the dishes.

[imhappierthanever]

Sunday morning

a\n: it’s been a long week for most of us I’m sure. Here’s some cute Billie fluff to help you end your day/start your morning. And thank you to everyone who’s been reading. Love you guys xx

The sunlight from the morning drifted in turning your room a beautiful golden hue. You were wrapped in absolute comfort as her scent took over you. You breathed in her shampoo and snuggled closer to her body, silently thanking yourself that your clothing always ended up in a pile on the floor, tangled together just like the two of you.

You felt her heart beating against your chest, and her beautiful raven hair tickling your skin as she drew soft breaths. You loved her more than absolutely anything. Every detail no matter how big or small. And you knew she felt exactly the same way about you. Equal admiration. Something you both hopped for and finally had.

You let your fingers glide against her face, smiling at her cute freckles and how she was embracing them again. You kissed her cute little button nose before bringing your lips to hers, not being able to resist.

You felt her begin to move, her arms instantly tightening around you making you squeal. When she finally opened her eyes, 1000 butterflies filled your stomach. You beamed, not being able to hide your excitement that she was finally up. Billie matched your excitement, tracing your face with her fingertips, sending goosebumps all over. You loved what she could do to you, all that she could make you feel just from one look or a simple touch. She hadn’t even spoken a word and already you were losing it.

After many shared kisses, you said your good morning, still caught up in each other’s embrace. Still drowning in the love you had for the other. Soft moans escaped your lips as her kisses grew hungry and her hands continued their journey.

You were taking your time to reconnect after how ever many hours you both managed to sleep. Taking your time with each other before you would make your way down to the kitchen where you would both make pancakes together. Billie standing behind you, helping you flip them in the pan. She made you miss the first few times as she insisted on you wearing just your apron to make her breakfast. She insisted on torturing you, letting her body collide with yours, and her fingers dance in dangerous places.

Once you were done you ate together, cleaning up your mess. But not before flickering some leftover batter at Billie, dying of laughter as you ran up the stairs. You knew it wouldn’t be long before she caught you.

When you got to your bedroom you shut the door, passing out on your bed in a fit of laughter before she opened the door, immediately taking your body hostage, making you hers again.

You knew you were going to have to make it up to her. And you were all too happy to do so as she peeled your apron off, reconnecting her lips to yours as her hands began their exploration of your body yet again, and yours up to her nose where you wiped the last remaining bit of the batter off her nose, before kissing it softly.

These were your favourite sort of days. The days where you had no sense of time or anything else around you. Literally nothing but the two of you inside your own little world away from it all. Safe and happy and loved.

[moodymisty]

So requests are in so imagine this:

You're on a planet that has not had contact with the imperium. You keep having these recurring wet dreams about this large red dude. The last dream that you had he tells you to pack up your things because he's arriving soon and as his beloved you'll be coming with him. You chalk it up as just another weird dream but you're going to find those dreams were telling the truth.

Author's note: OOOOOO i love this idea!!!!! I'm not proud of the middle of this one, but I think it turned out ok.

Relationships: Magnus/Fem!Reader (one mention of 'cunt' but no pronouns are used)

Warnings: Lewd but not very descriptive NSFW, Mind sex, Wet dreams

"Still not finished?"

You feel breathless, hands roaming all over your body. It feels like there's one, then three, then two and four, all caressing your skin simultaneously. They brush over your chest, then your waist, then hips. You can barely make sense of anything, colors and shapes all come in and out of focus faster than you can understand them.

Though over it all you can hear his voice crystal clear, see the outline of his face as his lips trail across your skin and his flowing red hair curtains either side of your vision.

Every part of your body feels, amazing. You can't pinpoint a part or place just, even your mind itself somehow tingles with pleasure indescribable with any words you know. Everything around you both is too unimportant for your mind to focus on, but you think there's stars, nebulas and planets swirling.

"You are such a strong little thing, to keep up for this long."

His voice is always thick like honey, slathering over your mind. You skin tingles delightfully warm- you feel like you're floating in water, but also being held in a pair of arms at the same time.

"I will be there for you soon."

You wake up moments later, coming face to face with a sun already quite bright. You press your cheek deeper into the pillow and sigh.

You've slept in again.

Your body is slightly damp with sweat, the blankets tangled around you. When you move to sit up and attempt to dislodge yourself from them, you can feel the stickiness of your underwear against you, damp from your own juices.

The dreams are odd; But they're nice. You wonder what's changed to make them so coherent and consistent. They're becoming habitual, expected; A bit odd, but as long as they don't interfere with your life, you suppose they can stay.

If only you know what spurred them on, you think before slipping out of bed to clean yourself before rushing out into the world.

"You are still so eager, has none of this tired you yet?"

This dream feels rougher this time, your body feels so much more tired. Your legs feel like they're stretched wide, as you take something far wider than you could think was possible.

"I am almost there. I promise you before your sun falls, I will have you in my arms. Have your things ready by then."

You don't think on what he says; It's all a mindless, formless dream anyways. You only look up into a swirling mass of red your mind just can't quite bring to clarity. It's too distracted, focused on the tension in your gut as you cry out-

You jolt awake, breath heavy as the moan you were in the middle of letting out is suddenly cut short. Your cunt is still throbbing around nothing, but with it is the ache of stretch that seems- is- impossible.

You groan at the feeling of satisfaction in your gut, but also a headache. You attempt to forget the dream quicker than the others in some misplaced sense of embarrassment. No one knows, but these dreams feel so real, they linger even in the real world through the ghosts of sensation on your body.

You slip from your bed and walk to the balcony, peeking outside. Up in the sky you see the ships are still there, moored in the outer atmosphere. They linger as vague shapes, only the largest- an absolutely gargantuan ship- clearly visible.

They had first arrived a few days ago, instantly confronting your capital city. Their size and strength had been more than apparent, and your planetary leaders had wisely chosen not to fight such a formidable threat. The acquiesced leadership quite quickly, and any resistance to the notion was quelled just as quick.

You haven't seen much of them other than the stray group of their inhumanly large soldiers and their gleaming, brightly colored armor; Trouncing through the city with weapons in their arms. No one gave the any trouble, so they seemed amicable enough. You never got close enough to find out more intimately.

You don't know why their accent felt so familiar though, as well as the symbols etched into their armor.

You have to take a trip to the main palace to deliver yet another dress to your lord and lady that reside there, hefting it over your shoulder and avoiding eye contact with the guards.

The shift in leadership of your planet is less important, when you need food to eat. Many less fortunate felt the same.

Some of your people's guards still remain, though many are replaced by these new, much larger men. If they're permanent or temporary, you don't know.

They almost all have their helmets on, but you feel like they stare at you a bit oddly. For a moment you wonder if they even look human underneath the oddly shaped armor, but the thought is squashed as you keep yourself small and shuffle by- delivering the dress to your mistress who tries it on with no complaints. She keeps it, and leaves you to walk through the halls alone again.

It's a large palace, many of the lords and ladies live hoddled in the safety of it's defenses.

The sounds of footsteps are so loud somewhere in the halls, you figure it must be a squad of those massive men. There isn't a way out apart from this way or the way you came, so you only hope to make yourself look small and not worth messing with.

"Father, why are we going this way? Is the thunderhawk not-"

You turn a corner, and directly down the hall is a whole squad of those men; Though one of them that stands a whole few heads taller in-between them all. The difference in height alone has you frozen, if he was only a tad taller, you'd reckon he'd be far too big for even the most vaulted rooms.

As you stare stupefied his eye locks with yours, and his neutral expression turns to one of much more fondness.

You freeze.

"Ahh, there you are. How lovely that you came to me first."

His men who unlike their fellows outside are without helmets, look at you oddly. You are far too entranced to notice however, like the shock is pulling you in.

He's real.

The voice in your dreams, the floating, abstract shape of a man that had lingered in your dreams for months on end was real. Conversations, entire monologues, the most toe curling, mind shattering pleasure you'd ever felt, all of it wasn't just concocted in your mind? How?

"Leave me for a moment."

He looks to his men, who seem horribly confused. Though he only has to repeat himself once before they hesitantly take their leave and shuffle off.

"You..."

You can barely manage to mumble out, staring at him as he approaches. The aura that entrances you only seems to get worse as he comes closer. Besides his visage itself being a shock- you barely reach his hips. He either doesn't seem to notice or care, looking down on you with a gentle smile. Your chest feel tight enough to halt your breathing, something about him is so greatly and unfathomably inhuman.

"You leave your mind so unguarded. It was so easy to find you."

He kneels, taking your chin in his massive hand and turning your face to look at him. His expression brightens a little bit at the gesture, like learning something new.

"Ahh, you are softer than I could have even guessed. It is so nice to feel your skin in person."

You feel like you know him, you have distant, faded memories of him speaking to you in your dreams for what felt like hours, but yet your face still heats up like you've never met him at all.

"I know your name little one, do you remember mine?"

Magnus.

"Yes, that's it."

You almost jolt a bit. You had only just remembered it, but he seemed to know it like he was still in your head. He smiles happily.

"Why are you here?"

It's such a vague, dumb question, but he seems amused by your stupidity.

"My legion is here to annex your green little planet into the Imperium. I, however, am here for you." He continues. "You are a beautiful little mind that is far too strong for me to just leave here. No one here will appreciate it the way I can."

His thumb brushes across your bottom lip, tugging it slightly.

"Tell me, do you have your things ready?"

Your things?

"Yes, my love. I told you to have them ready for when I came for you. Or were you too distracted coming for me to remember?"

It takes you a moment to realize what he meant, and your face heats up like the flash of a pan. He chuckles, a deep one that rumbles your chest. Why do you feel so shocked by him calling you his love, but also have a sense of familiarity to it?

"It's ok, we have time. My sons are still making sure your world complies with our demands."

You feel scared; You feel like you're standing on the edge of a cliff, but also, excited. You feel like you don't know him at all, but you feel a pull like a collapsing star that brings you closer to him.

"Can... Can I bring my books?"

Magnus laughs, moving to use both massive hands to cradle your jaw. Your head is almost lost in their size, but the gesture is gentle and fond.

"Of course, my love," He says, smiling. He chuckles shortly thereafter.

"Oh, you are going to love Tizca."

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Transferrable Skills Part 8

Transferrable Skills Masterlist

Read on AO3

CW: Smut, 18+/MDNI, praise, kissing, manual stimulation, self-stimulation, oral sex (Simon receiving), premature ejaculation, dirty talk, power exchange, fingers in mouths

Notes: Bambi is not perfectly obedient in this, and Simon loves it. They have a lot of formal protocol, but they are also playful.

It takes a few moments to come back to yourself. One of your hands is still pulling at his pants, and you discover that the other is hooked over his shoulder. Simon is still panting against your face, rubbing the tip of his nose over your cheekbone. You can’t help but purr as you clench around the fingers that are still inside of you.

You slide your hand up under his shirt as you turn to catch his lips with yours. His breath shivers into your mouth as you pet at the hair on his belly, then up his side. He jerks back, pulling his shirt off with a quick motion that makes your mouth water. When you push yourself up onto one elbow to touch, he huffs a heavy breath.

Simon is covered in scars. More than you’d been able to see over video. The silvery reminders of the violence of his life are thrilling in your post orgasm haze, instead of scary. He’s also just thick, barrel chested and wide waisted. He looks real, rough around the edges in a way he never is on camera or in your dreams.

You mean to reach up to tweak his nipple, but your eyes get caught on the way he’s more than filling out his sweatpants. When your fingers dip, instead to tug at the waist, his hand catches your chin.

“You okay?”

Yeah, you should probably say. I feel fantastic. That was probably one of the best set of stretches I’ve ever done. Thank you. Please kiss me some more.

But none of that is actually that important right now. “Can I suck your dick?”

He barks a laugh, even as you watch him twitch in his pants. His thumb presses on your lower lip, drawing your mouth open the slightest bit. “Not sure I c’n last long if you do that. Gimme a minute.”

That strikes your pleasure drunk mind as kind of stupid. You sit up a bit more and lick the pad of his thumb before taking it into your mouth. When his fingers go tight under your chin, you make eye contact, purse your lips and suck. The gut punched sound he makes spurs you on, and you dip your fingers into his waistband.

You pull off to press a messy kiss to the side of his thumb. “Please, Simon? Let me make you feel good?”

“Fuckin’ ‘ell,” he growls, pushing his thumb back into your mouth. When you take it almost to the back of your throat, he groans. “I mean it. Won’t last.”

“Mm-mm,” you agree. Around his thumb, you slur, “Wan’ it.”

Your fingers tugging at his clothes again spurs him into action. If the world weren’t so floaty, you’d whine when he pushes himself to stand off the side of the bed. As it is, you stretch all the way down to your toes and slip a hand down to pet ticklishly over your clit as he starts to strip down. His hands come to a stop, so you look up at him. He’s watching your fingers between your thighs.

“Didn’t say you could be doin’ that,” he rumbles, as he resumes stripping down. “’Ands off.”

You barely hear him. You’ve never had an unobstructed view of Simon’s whole body, before. He’s seen your everything, more or less, but he’s always kept the focus on you. You’ve never seen his thighs, you realize. And the his subpar camera had never done anything to do his cock justice.

Rolling onto your hands and knees, you follow him up the bed as he settles onto his back. Your arms are a bit wobbly, but you want to fall into him, so you do. The course hair beneath his belly button is the first place your lips land, and you can’t help but nuzzle in. He makes a startled sound, but doesn’t stop you.

He smells clean and a bit musky. You don’t resist the urge to kiss the soft pudge beneath his belly button, which jumps when you close your hand around his cock. He’s hot and heavy in your grip, uncut. Not as long as you thought he might be, but thick, like the rest of him. His hips pulse up when you give him a gentle stroke and you hear him bite back a low noise. That won’t do.

You give his belly a quick parting kiss before dipping down to drag your tongue over the head of his cock and take it into your mouth. He’s already so wet for you, salty and bitter as you wrap your lips around him and suck. Simon makes an odd sound, a gasping groan, and squeezes your shoulder in one big hand so suddenly it makes you gasp.

The first jet of his cum splashes across your lips. You’re only able to give him two strokes before his other hand closes around your wrist, so you kiss against him instead as his whole body shivers. He stays hard in your grip, making aborted thrusts as he spurts onto your cheek, once, twice more.

“Fuck,” he finally hisses, “Gentle, Bambi, gentle, ‘n I c’n keep... Fuck.”

You can do gentle. When he loosens his grip, you slide your hand down to the base of his cock and tip forward to take him back into your mouth. You don’t exactly love the taste, but it’s worth it for the way you can feel him throb in your hand, between your lips. The way he whines when you pulse your tongue against the underside of his cock makes you squeeze your thighs together.

You can’t help but peer up the length of his body at him, across the slopes and planes of him to the underside of his chin. He’s pink. You’ve seen him cum before, but you’ve never seen him heave for breath like this. Never felt his hand shake as it strokes over the slope of your shoulder, barely resisting the urge to clamp down.

He could hurt you, if he’s not careful. The fearful thrill of that realization sends a shiver through you. You stifle your own moan by taking more of him, relaxing your jaw to let him slide against the back of your tongue. His hands abandon your skin to ball up into the sheets.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell.” He finally tips his head down to look at you. When his eyes meet yours he huffs a strained laugh. “Look at’chu. Proud of y’reself? Showin’ off, sweet thing?”

You could pull off to answer. Instead, you do your best to swallow with your mouth fuller than it’s ever been.

“Don’t do tha’,” he groans, throwing his head back again. “Gentle, fuck, ‘ave mercy, Bambi. Lemme just...” One of his hands comes up to cup the side of your face, thumb swiping gently over the curve of your cheek. He groans again as you bob down to try to kiss the top of where your hand holds him steady.

You tip your head into his grip and slide your free hand down your body. It’s awkward, not your preferred hand or position, but you can’t not touch yourself. You end up rocking your hips into the pads of your fingers. When you find the right angle, pressure glancing off of your clit, you can’t help but moan.

That gets his attention. When he looks at you again, his eyes dart over your shoulder to where your ass rolls behind you. The hand on your face gets firm, holding you still as he watches you.

“What did I say?”

He said gentle, he said have mercy, so you soften your touch, use the tip of your tongue to play with his foreskin in a way that makes his grip tighten. And then he’s lifting you away, hand gentle even as he curses under his breath as your bottom lip drags over the head of his cock.

“Told you to stop touchin’,” he pants down at you. When you turn your head to take his thumb into your mouth, he takes hold of your chin, pinning your tongue. “Not listenin’ to me anymore?”

He uses the grip on your jaw to draw you up, until you’re forced to use both hands for balance on either side of his wide hips. The hand that isn’t holding you goes under his own head. It’s a distracting flex of muscle that makes his scars ripple.

“Bambi.”

You can’t answer with anything more than, “Ah.” Too late, you realize you’re drooling and close your mouth over his knuckle.

Simon chuckles and strokes the underside of your chin with his fingers. “Need more, don’t you, sweet girl?” He nods your head for you. “Yeah. My girl don’t stop at just one. That’s jus’ got you all revved up, huh? Pretty cunt needs more attention.”

[solacescastleglow]

Personal Favourite Life Hacks

As an ADHD haver with several additional memory issues, I've had to set up my life in such a way that it's basically impossible to not do important things. Here are some of those things. By the way, you have my full permission to use these even if you have no "reason" to need them, I'm not here to gatekeep.

Only books stay on/around the bed overnight, so when I wake up I don't go straight on my phone

Snoozing my wake up alarm thrice to measure half an hour after waking up (which is when I can use screens)

Using that half hour to get my reading in

Charging my devices under my yoga mat so I have to exercise before using them

Eating the same (healthy) thing for breakfast every morning so there's no need to think about it

Putting medication on top of the chai canister so there's no forgetting it

Lazy ginger shot: 1 heaped teaspoon of ginger out of the jar, a big squirt of bottled lemon juice, a little bit of honey or whatever you prefer, a good amount of turmeric, a tiny spoon of salt, and a couple of cracks of black pepper. Measure with your heart, combine into a shot glass, and follow it up with water to get the ginger fibres out of your mouth. Takes like 2 minutes, basically free if you already use these for cooking, and works the same as any other ginger shot except maybe better because it has more fibre and electrolytes.

Linen as a first layer, especially in summer

Using an app like Acloset so I don't have to empty my entire wardrobe every time I want to choose an outfit

Outfit repeating (shhhh it's fine I promise)

Don't put it down, put it away. Don't put it down, put it away. DON'T PUT IT DOWN, PUT IT AWAY. If you're holding something, never put it on a random surface, that's where things go to die.

Tiny rubbish bins wherever you hang out

Cleaning kit full of all the stuff I need to clean so when the mood strikes me, I'm not wasting precious motivation finding supplies

Time blocking

A container at the top of the stairs and at the bottom for things that go on the other floor AND as soon as something's put in it I move it to a super impossible to ignore place (like in the middle of the 5th step)

Putting on a song and seeing how much of an area I can clean before the song ends (for a bigger area put your laundry on and see how much you can get done before it's finished)

Putting my themed moodboards for each part of my life in the place I need to see them

Watching something themed around the topic I'm studying while I wait for my Ritalin to kick in so I'm in the mood to interact with that topic (if you don't take ADHD medication I'd recommend you do this anyway, it makes you so much more productive and it's more enjoyable)

Listening to lectures at 1.75 speed with the transcript printed out in front of me so I can highlight and take notes

Supercook is a free website where you put down everything you have in your kitchen and it'll tell you what to make with what you have - keep it updated and you're fine

Having a list of about 30 easy dinners so I can just pick some for the week ahead, then copy-paste the ingredients and cross reference with my inventory on Supercook to make a grocery list

Doing my groceries online, more specifically adding things to the cart whenever I run out of them instead of trying to remember what I'm missing all at once

ELECTRIC PRESSURE COOKER I love this thing so much it's unreal

Having a scented candle and mood lighting that means it's time to shower

Watching videos in the shower, even if I can't hear them

After washing my hair and using leave in, I put it up in a T shirt so it doesn't get all over my face when I'm washing my body

Shower chair in case I get tired, bored, dizzy, or need to put my leg up to wash it

I don't like flipping between pages when journalling so having only a year in pixels page to fill out (+ my time blocking notebook but that's another thing)

Electric toothbrush with a timer, water flosser, my whole toothbrushing thing is as streamlined as possible because I hate doing it

Somatic dance before bed to tire me out and destress from the day at the same time - I've noticed it takes me way less time to get to sleep when I do this

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Dress Up Part 5: Third (Final?) Preview

As promised, here is another preview of the upcoming chapter! It's not as long as the notes dictated from my post yesterday (y'all are wild lol) but I still plan on working on it more later today! I hope you like domestic fluff <3 (OMG I FINALLY MADE A WIP WEDNESDAY)

**Warning for a little bit of smut at the start**

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Lucifer's ravenous nature took over once more, reveling in your taste. You found your hips bucking against him almost involuntarily. Unraveling you was his favorite pastime, one of which he would never tire. His lips worked furiously against your swollen nub; your breathy moans only egged him on. With little warning, you came hard against his eager mouth, gripping his hair as your walls contracted repeatedly. Your husband relished the taste of your orgasm, humming gleefully and licking you clean.

"Good girl," he praised, pressing soft kisses to your thighs as you tried to catch your breath. He gingerly took a hold of your hips and placed you back down onto the mattress, peppering kisses along your cheek and jaw. "Now if you'll excuse me, my queen, I need to take a VERY cold shower." You dared not look at what you could only imagine was a throbbing erection between his legs. You wouldn't be able to resist helping him out otherwise. Lucifer rose from the bed and started to make his way to the bathroom, but not before you caught his wrist.

"Can I at least join you?" you asked, batting your eyes. Lucifer gave you an amused look and raised an eyebrow. "I really don't want to spend my birthday covered in sweat, Luci! I promise I'll behave! You have my word." You signed an X symbol over your heart before raising your hand to signal your honest intentions. Your lover chuckled lightly, giving you a chaste kiss on your lips.

"You're right," he responded, trailing his hand down against your cheek. "I can't say no to you. Just give me a minute or two, alright? I really DO need a cold shower!"

You nodded in agreement and waited patiently as Lucifer fought to get his body under control again. Just as you promised, your shower was uneventful, taking turns washing each other's hair and bodies. Small intimate moments like these were some of your favorites. Being naked together in a non-sexual way proved just how much trust and love the two of you had for one another. And it could only grow stronger. When Lucifer was washing your back, however, you started to hear him humming to himself, tracing the lowest space between your shoulder blades with his free hand.

"That tickles, you know," you chimed in, breaking Lucifer out of his trance.

"O-Oh! Sorry, love, I didn't mean to do that. Got a little distracted." He sighed, not in disappointment, no. More like...he was daydreaming.

"Oh yes, my back is mesmerizing, isn't it?" you teased.

Lucifer laughed with you. "I'm glad you finally admitted it! It's about time someone else appreciated the perfect form of the prettiest woman in the realm!" Your face felt hot once again. You would never understand how Lucifer could manage to fluster you even after being together for a while now. "Actually, I was thinking about your gift this year."

You hummed. Lucifer always managed to outdo himself for every one of your birthdays, even though you always had to remind him not to go overboard. A brand-new wardrobe full of the most expensive clothes, the countless number of shimmering necklaces and earrings, the song he wrote and performed just for you; you couldn't help but think it was way more than you ever deserved.

"You know you never need to get me anything, right?" You turned your head to the side and smiled softly at him. "Not that I don't adore what you give me, but I have everything I could possibly need and more."

"Darling, you deserve more than everything," he responded as he continued to trace shapes along the skin of your back. "but this year, I think it's important that I tell you what I want to give you."

You paused, tilting your head in confusion. This was bizarre. The man was the worst at keeping secrets, but somehow he always managed to surprise you with his extravagant gifts for your birthday; he would never say a peep!

"It's okay Lucifer, you don't have to tell me! I know you like to keep me guessing and I don't mind-"

"No, this is different," he said cutting you off. "B-But it's not bad! Am I making it seem bad? God, this is the worst start to a pitch for birthday gift ever, huh?"

You could only laugh. The poor thing tended to stress himself out over the littlest things. You turned around and embraced him as the hot water from the shower rained down on your bodies.

"You're silly," you chuckled. "Of course, I know it's not going to be bad; it's from you!" You watched as a faint gold color dusted his cheeks. It was the cutest thing; if you could fluster him all the time, you would. "Let's finish up here and you can tell me all about it, okay?"

The angel smiled and nodded, pushing some fallen strands of damp hair behind your ear. You turned off the shower and tried to make your way to your closet before his charcoal hand took a hold of your wrist.

"This is going to sound a just a little suspicious, but don't get dressed just yet." You raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Oh, don't give me that look! I promise there's a very good reason! Here!" With a quick snap of his fingers, you found your body and hair were now perfectly dry with your favorite robe appearing around your body. "There you go! To prove there are no underlying intentions, I've shielded myself from your temptations!"

You rolled your eyes as he snapped himself a robe. "Do you know how easily I can remove this?" you asked playfully as you teased the tied-up straps of your garment. "And yours?"

"Hooonnnnneeeeyyyy," Lucifer whined. "I literally just got myself to calm down, please don't make me take a cold shower again!"

You giggled, agreeing to let him have his way. For now. The two of you walked back over to the bed and sat down on the edge. "So, tell me, Luci, what's this gift you're so worked up about?"

Lucifer, smiled softly and took a hold over your hands, rubbing his thumbs over your supple skin. "Well, it uhh...it involves my magic. Which is why I think it's important that I tell you beforehand. Because what I want to do, what I want to give you, is permanent. It can't be undone. So, if you're not one hundred percent on board with this, then your gift will be whatever else you desire!" He fell silent and held your face in his hand.

You don't know why, but you started to feel your heart beating a little faster, you could almost hear the blood pounding in your ears. You weren't scared, no. Maybe excited? But that didn't seem to be right either. The few seconds of silence was killing you. You had to know what he was planning. "What is it, Lucifer?" you asked, not being able to wait any longer.

He let out a deep breath before answering. "My love, would you like to fly with me?"

You furrowed your brows at his unexpected response. "Well, I mean, sure! We go flying all the time! I like seeing the rings from above, and you holding me so close is always a nice bonus. Is there something special about this trip?"

Lucifer only shook his head. "That's not exactly what I'm asking, sweetie. I mean, would you like to go flying with me? With your own set of wings?"

Oh...

Oh!

[chrisdr3]

Aussie kisses ~ DR3

Smut

Daniel x Reader

Warnings: oral (female recieving), a bit of swearing

Dual POV

Summary: Reader has a wet dream and Danny wakes them up wiht an unusual way.

Daniel's POV

I got to our bedroom, sweaty and stinky from my workout. Y/n was sprawled out on our bed, one of my shirts barely covering her whiles she took her nap. Damn, she looked so sexy like that. I kissed her forehead and took a pair of boxers before going to shower. I grabbed my towel and headed in.

I stood beneath the hot water, leaning on the wall for a bit. Then I started showering. I finished and wore my boxers, left the towel to dry and got back to our room. I opened the door and got in. She had changed position, now laying on her side, her body curled up and her breathing a bit louder than before. My Her shirt had ridden up, revealing her bare ass and thighs.

That sight alone turned me on, and then she whimpered. I got close and sat on the bed watching her. She turned to the other side, facing me. She was grasping the sheets and her lips parted, letting out a little groan. I looked down at her hips. Her thighs were glistening a bit. She groaned, this time it was my name.

My little girl was having a naughty dream about me. My dick instantly hardened and an urge to fuck her overwhelmed me. Fuck, she was so beautiful, so hot like that. I approached her and got on top of her, opening her legs easily with my hand. Her thighs and core were so soaked, that I could nearly sense her throbbing.

I slid two fingers across her folds, feeling her wetness and she responded with a whimper. She was too damn wet, only by a dream. Fucking hell. I was rock hard, the fabric of my boxers straining. I needed to do something about it now. My arms wrapped around her inner thighs holding them wide open and I laid down in between them. I got my mouth closer and exhaled, testing her. She then tried to turn sideways. I held her in place and gave her a small kiss. Seeing that she wasn't moving now, I started licking and sucking her clit.

I went slow for a bit and then started picking up my pace, my tongue thrusting in and out of her hole, my nose bumping against her now swollen clit. She moaned again and her body tensed up, then calmed down in a swift moment. I looked up and saw a hazy pair of eyes looking at mine.

Your POV

You woke up suddenly, something wet and hot invading you, and a feeling that you were held down. You just woke up from a dirty dream about Daniel, only to see your boyfriend looking at you from between your legs. He looked at you for a sec and then he continued eating you out without mercy.

He replaced his tongue with two fingers and started moving them in and out as his warm tongue moved to your clit and started licking it. His beard scratched your thighs adding a burning sensation, sending waves of overwhelming pleasure to your body. His mouth did wonders on you, the amount of pleasure you received insane.

He started teasing you, in order to catch his breath, by stopping and blowing some air on your exposed clit. It didn't take long until you reached your high, your orgasm practically exploding and filling his face.

He laid down next to you, breathless. "That was... amazing." You whispered, your breathing returning to normal. You both laid down for some time, and when he fully calmed down, he got up and returned shortly after with a damp cloth.

Daniel sat down and pulled you close, cleaning you up gently and carefully. By the time he was done, you had fallen asleep on him. He smiled, threw the cloth somewhere in the room and kissed your head as he laid down with you.

[oliverstarkfame]

Finishing up the eggs he placed his free hand gently on hers. He turned to give her a kiss. “You go sit down and I will bring this out to you.” He gave her butt a gentle slap before grabbing the pan and plating up their breakfast. He put both plates down on the coffee table and gave her another kiss before walking back to the kitchen.

A moment later he came back out with a black coffee for himself and an ice coffee for Karlie. “I think I made this right, from what I remember you saying for your coffee order.” He gave her the cup and watched her closely. He really hoped that he had made it right. He took a bit of his eggs and took a sip of his coffee.

After finishing his breakfast he got up to go into the bedroom. He grabbed his shirt from the floor and walked back out to the living room. “Can I be honest with you?” He said as he put his shirt on and repositioned himself so he was facing Karlie, his one leg under him. “Last night… right before we went to bed… I wasn’t thinking about sleep at all… I wanted to do a lot more than sleep… but I’m going to be a good boy and not think about that.”

He leaned forward and kissed her softly. “But I thought I should tell you that you make it really hard not to think that way… but I know whenever and if we ever do more than kiss, it will be so worth it.” Moving back against the arm of the couch he smiled “I’m going to go clean up my mess and take a shower, if that’s okay.”

giving a shrug that showed a bit of cockiness. "i know how to make things taste good!" her smile beamed at him. "you can have that bed any time you'd like. you're the first person whose slept in it so... yeah. i honestly haven't slept that hard in a long time. it was peaceful to say the least. i'm glad you slept comfortably. i would've hated for you to get all the way out here only to put you in an uncomfortable bed."

feeling his arms around her she drank in the moment. it really was as if they had been together for years as if this whole action was natural & easy. "okay okay, you can make breakfast. i'll drink my greens & get out of your way.... pans are in the cabinet under the island, any kind of utensils are going to be in the far drawer by the fridge & knives are in the butchers block over there." pointing to the mahogany butchers block sitting by the stove. "have fun!!" she grabbed her cup & pushed the button on the coffee maker so that she could have her fresh iced coffee when she was done with her greens.

wandering into the living room she sat down on the couch, pulling her feet up under herself. "i'll be right here if you need any help. the bacon is in the fridge." it was so casual the way she just gave over her kitchen to him. opening up her home to what her friends & family would consider a total stranger was off book for her but she was entirely happy that she did. this could've proven to be one of the best decisions she had made.

"i think after spending a night with you, i can rule out you possibly being a serial killer. but then again... it could all be just a ruse. you might just be really good at hiding it. trying to get me to trust you so you can smother me in my sleep at a later point in time." she leaned back over the back side of the couch, speaking in towards the kitchen while he cooked. it was so nice to see a man in her kitchen again, honestly it was nice to not have to actually cook for herself for once.

when she couldn't take it anymore she stood up & gingerly walked into the kitchen on her toes. "it smells wonderful in here. i haven't had anyone cook for me in ages." she beamed with excitement. she stood behind him & carefully placed her arms around him, giving him a peck on the cheek. "it's really nice."

[xhyenabite]

Brother

A short comfort fic involving Daisuke and Anya

⚠️ TW: INCLUDES SELF HARM ⚠️

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“. . . Anya? Anya, you in there?”

Anya’s gaze shifted slowly to the door to the medical room. For some reason, the tone in Daisuke’s voice caused a small knot of worry to form in her chest.

She stood up, forcing aside the nausea that had been gnawing at her gut for what seemed like days now, and unlocked the door. As it slid open, her eyes landed first on Daisuke’s face—eyes, tear-filled, shifted to the left and avoiding eye contact—then to the arm that he held curled up towards his chest. Even from where she stood, Anya could see blood smeared on the side of his forearm.

“Daisuke . . .” she sighed, peering behind the young man before gently steering him into the room and closing the door.

“Please don't tell Swansea or Jimmy,” Daisuke mumbled immediately as tears spilled down his cheeks. He sat on one of the medical beds, still not looking at the young nurse.

Anya's heart ached for her friend. She gently took his arm and rolled it over, examining the cuts that he had carved into his flesh. “I won't,” she promised. “But you have to be more careful . . . you went deeper than last time. Jimmy’s sure to notice if we keep using the medical supplies.”

“I'm sorry,” Daisuke murmured. “I just . . . I miss my family, y'know? I miss my mom . . . I miss my dad . . . I miss my sisters and my brother . . .”

Anya smiled softly and took an alcohol wipe. “I miss my family too, Daisuke,” she hummed quietly. “But, to be honest, you remind me a lot of my little brother. It eases the pain a little; sit still, this is going to sting a little.”

Daisuke grimaced as Anya carefully cleaned the blood from his wounds, his eyes never leaving the wall across from them. “. . . I do?”

“Yeah,” Anya replied, reaching for a tube of antibacterial ointment. “Sweet, dorky, a bit of a clown . . .”

Daisuke smiled a little. “He sounds cool.”

Anya shrugged as she applied the ointment to Daisuke’s cuts and carefully wrapped up his arm. “Very cool,” she agreed, before her tone shifted to a more serious one. “I know I promised I wouldn't tell Swansea or Jimmy—and I won't—but I’d like you to come to me whenever you feel like doing this to yourself, okay? I want to help you.”

Daisuke paused before nodding. Anya released his arm, and he hugged himself loosely. “You don't think I'm pathetic for it?” he asked quietly.

Anya shook her head. “I used to cut too. It's a difficult habit to break. All I ask is that you're open with me and you make sure the cuts are taken care of.”

Daisuke finally looked at Anya. “Sounds like a deal. Thanks, Anya.”

As Daisuke stood up and left the medical room, Anya felt just a little more at home on the ship.

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sorry if it's not the greatest, i haven't written in a while :')

wanna read more of my stuff? find me on ao3!

[waveofthot]

-Stay alive-

Tartaglia x Reader

Warnings: I would say blood, but this is Tumblr so... Slight inflicted harm, Angst w/ a little comfort!

It's not easy dating someone in the fatui, much less a harbinger. It was a dangerous job, and he was often gone for long periods of time. 

It was nearing midnight and for some reason you found it difficult to sleep. Even more so when you heard the click of the front door and the sound of stumbling before a sudden *thud* echoed through the house.

You jumped out of bed to go investigate before you saw him by the entrance, lying on the ground.

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"Omg Ajax!" The door was still open, and with the way he was trying to stabilize himself it seemed the thud you heard earlier was the sound of him falling to the ground. Running over to help him up you took further notice of just how messed up he was.

His hair ruffled, his lip busted with a prominent mark on his face, clothes torn and his hand covering his stomach... covered in blood. "Ajax!?"

You helped carry him over to the sofa, before running to the bathroom to grab a first aid kit. "C'mon, relax a bit, it's nothing serious..." He said, despite the hiss that followed once you started cleaning the wound. The comment made your blood boil. "'Nothing serious!?' Ajax you are bleeding out, how is this 'nothing serious'!?" Your voice was loud, obviously panicked.

He whinced a bit at the noise before looking at you with those emotionless eyes of his. "I ran into a group of thugs, no biggie. Sure I got stabbed, but I made quick work of them afterwards." His words were cold as if this truly wasn't anything special. To be fair it probably wasn't. His job was dangerous, but it pissed you off that he was practically throwing himself into danger, disregarding any thought of his personal safety.

"Just because you're not dead, doesn't mean it's not nothing????" You were at your wits end, your hands sharply pushing down at the wound. A string of "Owowowo- argh, baby-" exited his mouth before you let go. "Was that 'nothing' to you???" You looked at him trying to read his face, your eyes grew wet, with tears threatening to fall.

"Baby i-" before he could utter another word you speak up again. "You worry me sick, Ajax... Every night I pray to the archons that you come back home safe, yet you fight like your life doesn't actually matter, if anything deliberately getting into these situations...You're too reckless..." Your voice trembled, yet at the same time was stern. He looked up at you, quiet. Your eyebrows were tightly knit together, and your hands rested on the newly bandaged wound as a tear fell from your eye.

His hand went up to cup your face, thumb swiping away the wetness. He pulled you in closer his lips placing a gentle kiss to your cheek. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I'll... I'll be more careful from now on okay?" His voice was small and gentle now and his gaze soft.

A hiccup escape your lips as you wrapped your arms around him, your head in the crook of his neck as you sobbed into his shoulder. His arms wrapped around you, rubbing comforting circles as you mumbled insults, too overwhelmed by your emotions to think clearly. You both sat there for a couple minutes until you calmed down. 

You lifted off of him, with a few sniffles before you wiped away the most of your crying. It was hard to look at him. "I love you so much, I hope you know that right?" He pushed your hair from you're face before he turned your head towards him. "Mmm..." Was the only sound you were able to make, along with a nod of acknowledgment, but that was enough for him.

That night he swore to himself that he would be better. For him... But also for you, because he'd never want to make you feel like this again.

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First genshin and first angst fic written! I hope it was okay^^

[bearlytolerant]

Very very messy sketch so far inspired by this post.

[unholyvelvet]

now she definitely feels like she has something over her sister, something that will make her come back for more and that fucking excites her. because even though they both came that night, indy has always felt like the needy little sister, it’s why they’re in aspen’s bed instead of the other way around. her hands are on her sister’s thighs as she leans in cleaning what she can without touching at first, “mm, your cum. it’s so good, sis. tastes amazing after eating out your ass.” that sentence alone should not be used but it is and indy is feeling so turned on that she begins to suck softly on her sister’s balls. making sure she’s drooling on top of it the way her sister likes. “a lot of guys say that and then they don’t even try to get it up again,” a hand wraps around the thick cock, it amazes her how thick she is. “i didn’t want you to disappoint me. not after fucking myself to thoughts of your cock all week.” there’s still traces of cum and indy happily licks it clean. kissing all around her sister’s cock before going for the tip, her lips wrap around it before sucking it softly, humming a bit at the incredible taste. her tongue runs over the slit over and over as her hand squeezes at the base, sure she could go slow but she needs to cum. “so what other disgusting things does my big sister like to do in bed?”

it may be aspen's first time coming from just a girl's tongue in her, a prize well earned by indy, but something tells her it won't be the last. she can feel indy moaning while she slurps and sucks at her asshole, fucks her tongue deep, and aspen can see that proud smile in her little sister's eyes, too. holding indy's gaze just ensures aspen's sudden orgasm is that much more intense, and she looses a shuddering sigh when she finally starts coming down from the peak. a little chuckle follows when indy works in a couple last licks, getting just one more taste of her ass before sliding that talented tongue further north. "mhmm, all yours. you earned every drop eating my ass like that, babe. your tongue felt so fucking good in me." aspen just grins down at indy as she starts licking and sucking up all that pearly cum pooled on her belly, holding indy's hair back for her as she gets to work. "well, i'm not that much older than you, sis," aspen teases in answer, "so i can definitely go again. try sucking it for a second to keep it hard…" she uses her hand in indy's hair to guide her sensitive cock into the other blonde's mouth. "just—gentle, for now."