#he’s walking around in a tub of water rn

[clickbeetle]

this sweetheart of a painted turtle was found in the garage. we’re not sure if he’s wild or someone’s pet, but he’s very healthy and well cared for. we’re keeping him for just a bit until we can figure out if it’s an escaped pet, otherwise he’s going to the nearby lake

[buckyalpine]

Needy Dark!Bucky

Feel like I should issue a warning for this - PLS scroll all the way past this if this isn’t your thing. Maybe this should have stayed in the drafts or be deleted. But I can’t help the absolute headlock, deception, corruption, dub con, mommy and innocence kink has on me rn. 

This is fucked and dirty. 

Heed the warnings. 

Please. 

Imagine dark!Bucky taking advantage of your sweetness. You’re so soft and kind with him, helping him adjust to the new world, hardly realizing he’s damn well adjusted already and doesn’t need anyone to baby him.

But he loves when you do.

Maybe it’s because of all the shit he’s been through, touch starved, deprived of care and softness, that’s how he justifies the need to be utterly babied and taken care of by you. Fuck you’re so soft when you do it, cooing and walking him through everything, as if he doesn’t know a thing, he’s poor little fried brain.

It started with him pouting at dinner, happy to have you feed him instead. Sometimes you help him wash his hair so the shampoo doesn’t sting his eyes, sitting on the edge of the tub with a bowl of water, not minding one bit your clothes would get wet in the process. You even hold him in his sleep like a little boy because his nightmares are so scary. 

He’d taken to calling you mommy when no one else was around. 

But then he wanted more.

So much more.

“Mommy, it’s hard” he frowns with puppy eyes, standing at the doorway in just his boxer briefs', hair still dripping from the shower. His cock is straining against the fabric from the way you had massaged his scalp and gently rinsed with conditioner; the entire time you helped him, he wanted to pull your hand off his head and have you shove them down his shorts. 

“Aww, Jamie” You don’t want him to feel embarrassed over something natural, getting up and taking his hand, sitting him down on the bed, “it’s normal baby, are you feeling little right now?”

Daddy is feeling a lot of things, mommy

You’d noticed he’d slip into a different headspace when it was just you and him though you didn’t mind. He deserved a safe place to heal and relearn everything in a way that helped him. 

How he loved it. 

“A little” he shrugs, “Why is it hard?” He asks innocently, palming himself, whimpering at the feeling, spreading his legs more. He lets out a surprised moan when his hand brushes over his clothed cockhead, feigning innocence, touching himself there more at the foreign sensation. 

“Help me mommy” he takes your hand, placing it on his raging cock, “Please? Hurts, how do I make it normal” 

“Um-” You bit your lip, unsure of how to answer his questions while he continued to confusedly touch himself, rubbing his erection. “You- 

“It’s getting harder, why is my thinggy so hard” 

Go on mama, tell me why my cock is so fucking hard

“It happens sometimes baby, it’s normal though” You cup his cheek trying to comfort and reassure him. That isn’t enough for him though. 

“What-what do I call it?” He pouts, smirking on the inside, proud of his fat fucking cock that hes imagined in your hand, your mouth, your tight little pussy-

“How about we just call it your special spot for now, hm?” You rub the side of his thigh to see if helps ease him but his cock twitches instead, thigh muscles tensed under your finger tips. 

Wonder what you’d actually call it, come play with my special spot, mommy 

“Mommy, its getting wet” He looked like he’s going to cry and you can’t help but want to help him in some way, hushing him gently. 

“Okay, let me see baby” You sit across from him between his wide spread legs. He slips his thumbs into the waistband of his brief's, just enough to free his cock, his thick curved length slapping against his tummy. He pouts again, looking down at the leaky pink tip, his balls full and heavy, every part of him wishing he could just stuff himself into your cunt but he has to do this carefully. 

He’d get that eventually. 

After all, you’d never deny your baby boy. 

“Mommy is going to help you, okay?” You carefully wrap your hand around his shaft, stroking his cock up and down, focused on taking care of him, not once noticing the dark gaze he has on you while you work at his length. “You okay, Jamie?” 

“It’s all tingly, it feels good mommy” His cheeks are flushed, hips every so slightly rocking up into your hand, meeting your strokes. He only lets out soft little whimpers and babbles but his mind is screaming everything else.

That’s it mama, stroke my fucking cock. 

Jerk my dick, get all my cum out, balls are so heavy right now

Would paint that pretty face if I could, you’d look gorgeous covered in my cum

What daddy wouldn’t give to have you slobber and suck his “special spot” 

Bet your cunt is tight as fuck, wish you were a slut sometimes mommy, I’ll make you a whore soon

“I- I feel something” he pants out, pearls of precum beading at the tip, dribbling down over your fingers. You avoid stroking him too fast or hard, not wanting to overstimulate him, avoiding the tip of his cock. “It’s getting so wet, I’m making a mess” He looks down at the head of his cock with glassy eyes, another dribble of silky liquid coating your fingers. 

“You’re gonna be sensitive there baby, it’s okay, that’s just how your special spot is support to be, okay?”

“Touch- can you touch the pink part?” He whispers shyly, letting out a high pitched white when you twist your wrist around his glistening cockhead, “Don’t stop, keep touching me there” He pleads and you shift closer to him, cooing while he squirms. He takes advantage of how close you are to him, pulling you to his side and hiding his face against your neck. 

“Mommy, it feels good, I feel something-I-it feels heavy down there-” He lets his hand go down to his balls, tugging at them, sighing happily when you pull his hand away and gently cup them instead, softy massaging them with just the right pressure. 

“You can let it all out, let go Jamie, it’s okay, let it all out” You start to stroke him faster, more focused on the tip just like he asked, kissing his temple while he continues to shy away from you. 

“Let it out?” He pulls away and gives you a confused expression, seemingly not understanding, his body still thrusting into your hand while you grip him a little harder. 

“There’s gonna be lots of stuff that comes out, okay? It’ll help you feel better, I’ll clean you right up after baby, just let it all out” 

Damn right m’gonna cum hard for you, babydoll, not gonna hold back a single drop

He moans against your neck, body covered in sweat, rutting into your hand while you twist around the tip, his cock growing harder. 

“AH-MOMMY!” He practically wails, cum shooting out in hot white streams, his whole body shuddering and trembling, and endless stream of his cream getting the dark curls at the base of his cock all wet and messy. “OH MOMMMY-it’s -it’s so much”  You whisper sweet nothings to him, telling him he was so good, carefully removing your hand, letting his throbbing length slap against his belly. 

He knows he already got what he wanted but he can’t help himself, wanting just a bit more, putting his sweet pout back on, looking at you with teary eyes. 

“Kiss it better?” He’s tugging you close again, bucking his hips up a little to where he wants attention, “Please” He pleads, his softening cock still dripping with cum. 

C’mon mommy, lick me up, just suck it a little 

You know how needy he can get, and your heart hurts thinking about how different his body must be feeling, overwhelmed and overstimulated. You hush him again with a kiss to his forehead before moving down to give him affection where he needed it. His eyes grow wide, biting back a smirk, gripping the sheets to make sure he didn’t shove your head down.  

“Oh kiss it better mommy” He moans, back arching off the bed when your soft lips brush on top of his tip, pecking the sweetest comforting kiss on his frenulum, making his body jolt. 

Just put it in your mouth

“Can-can you do it again?” He asks innocently, chewing his bottom lip raw. 

“Just one more, then I have to clean you up” You place a firm kiss onto his now spent cock, before getting up and wiping him down, letting him spend the night cuddled to your chest. At some point, he asks to nurse and you can’t tell him no. He doesn’t waste a second taking your top off and latching onto your nipple, hitching his leg over you while his lips suckle. 

Sometimes you have a feeling in the back of your mind, wondering if he truly has no clue what’s happening. Then he looks at you with such innocence, there’s no way, not with those baby blue eyes and sweet pouty pink lips. 

How could you ever doubt him. 

-

On the other hand, imagine one day he catches you in an intimate moment with your hands between your legs, not realizing he was still home. He goes feral on the inside but on the outside, he’s just a lost puppy who wants to know what your doing. You struggle to explain to him what was happening, not catching the flash of hunger that he’s struggling to hide while you’re now wrapped up in your sheet to cover yourself. 

All he knows is mommy was feeling like he was that day and had to take care of her private special spot too. With that cute button he’d love to suck. 

Should’ve asked me mommy, if only you knew how good my fingers are 

“It looks like my thinggy” He points out to your toy, which you snatch away and feel your body heating up further. “Mommy, can I put my special spot inside yours?” He doesn’t give you a lot of room to protest, pleading with you, showing you how hard he is again. 

He starts off with begging, rutting himself against you, humping you like an animal while you try to soothe him but it doesn’t work. He’s thrown his clothes off lying top of you with his bare cock against your folds, desperately rubbing himself, wanting to push it in. 

“Just the pink part, please, I need it, wanna empty everything, it’s leaking mommy” 

You don’t know how or when but at some point he presses his tip into you and shoves his entire length all at once, moaning loudly and thrusting without a care in the world. You’re body and might screams that something isn’t right, unable to stop the moans that slip out of you when he hits your cunt just right, pleasure trying to drown you from reality. 

Imagine the utter filth that spills from his mouth after while your blood runs cold, realizing something doesn’t add up.

“Mommy, your special spot feels so good, so good, so. fucking. good” 

“I wanna fuck you all night mommy, your pussy is perfect”

“I touched myself thinking about you and how you stroked my dick baby, wished you would’ve just sucked my cum out instead. 

“Oh fuck, you’re tight, choking my cock baby, make me wanna bust in you so bad” 

“J-James?” You whisper, eyes growing wide, how the fuck did he know those words, what was happening. Bucky loses himself in how good you feel, no longer giving a fuck. “What-what are you saying-”

“It’s Jamie” He lets out a dark chuckle, mocking your sweet tone, dropping the act, now that he’s deep in your cunt. “Your Jamie’s cock” 

“Cock?” 

“Yeah, cock mama, my cock in your little special spot” 

Bruh I’m so sorry tf is wrong with me 💀

[gjsatorus]

welcome home ✩

summary: you come home to satoru taking care of you

— fem reader, fluff, established relationship, there’s one suggestive joke, not proofread

note: this week has genuinely been so tiring for me i need someone like satoru rn AND chap 237 was like a slap in the face i just can’t, SPOILERS there was no signs of gojo at all and megumi is gone. like i’m hoping that gojo shows up in 238 next week 😞🤍 but what abt gumi.

tired. beyond exhausted, you unlock the front door to your house. barely being able to take your shoes off without falling face first onto the floor, but you managed. then there was a voice that made you perk up slightly, it was no other than your love, gojo satoru.

“welcome home love!” he was smiling ear to ear, giving you a kiss on your lips before leaning in to hug you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you buried your face into his neck. he notices your tired form, frowning a bit, you looked like you were ready to fall asleep on him, “toru.. so sleepy,” you mumbled out.

“i got ya, i’ll take care of you tonight sweetheart,” the white haired man chuckled feeling your grasp on him weaken due to the sleepiness. he picks you up, his arm under your legs and the other supporting your back as he walks into the bathroom. gojo places you on the sink counter while getting the bathtub filled up with water.

“toru..?” you open one eye watching him get your bath ready. “hm?” he answers before walking back to you, holding your hands in his. “can you join me please darling?” you squeeze his hands and he squeezes back in return. “of course,” the blue eyed smiles before taking off your shirt then your pants and the rest of your undergarments.

you place one foot into the bath feeling the temperature before completely sitting down in the tub. the water was warm, it smells like lavender, you were about to doze off before you feel him sit behind you. “my baby’s sleepy today hm?” gojo snickering at how fast you leaned against his chest, he grabs a bottle of shampoo and begins scrubbing your scalp with it.

“so tired toru.. been a long day,” you sigh at the feeling of his fingers massaging your head, hearing a small “mmm” from the man behind you. “how’s your day handsome?” you ask and he giggles at the nickname, “same old, same old. the higher ups wanted me to do something, but i wasn’t really that interested,” gojo explains while rinsing your hair. “you’re gonna kill them some day,” you chuckle as you closed your eyes.

it was silent, but the comfortable type of silence. you could hear the splashing of the water whenever satoru moves, he then gets the bottle of conditioner and applies it on the bottom half of your hair. “you wanna just sleep and cuddle after this, pretty?” gojo asks, spreading the body wash on your shoulders and the rest of your body as he waits for the conditioner.

“please,” you mumbled out again, feeling him rinse your body and the conditioner out of your hair. then you opened your eyes when you realize something, “how about you toru? want me to wash your hair too?” his eyes widen before softening a little, “if you want baby,” satoru grins. you turn around, facing him as you get the bottle of shampoo.

he kisses your nose once you looked back at him, you start scrubbing his scalp. “my toru’s so cute, so lucky to have you,” you say, giving him a peck on his cheek while rinsing the shampoo out of his hair thoroughly. “i’m the lucky one,” he opens his eyes and watched you spread the body wash on him just like how he did with you. “toru, i’m the lucky one,” you roll your eyes teasingly while rinsing him.

“alright we’re done,” you stood up from the bathtub and immediately started to shiver before sitting back down, the coldness did slightly wake you up. “i’ll go first and help you out sweetheart,” he began drying himself as you close your eyes. once you open them again, he was holding the towel ready for you, getting up from the tub and quickly wrapping yourself around it.

his towel was wrapped around his waist while his white hair was still wet, water droplets fall onto his skin. “like what you see?” gojo smirks catching you stare at him before walking away. changing into more comfortable pajamas, you begin blow drying your hair, feeling a pair of arms wrap around you again.

“help me please baby,” he points to his wet hair then at the blow dryer in your hands. you smile gently before drying his hair too, it was soft and smooth. after that was done, he quickly pulls you onto the bed making you yelp in surprise. your head gently pressed onto his chest, hearing his heart beat as his arms wrap around you, nuzzling closer to him.

you start feeling drowsy again at the warm feeling, “toru before i fall asleep, i love you and thank you for tonight,” you kissed the back of his hand before falling asleep. gojo looks at you with adoration, “goodnight to you too baby, love you more,” he gave your forehead a kiss and began falling asleep as well.

[glitterycvm]

𖹭 AFTERCARE W JJK MEN 𖹭

[•~featuring: Satoru and Suguru~•]₊˚⊹♡

[•~WARNING: slight smut in the beginnings~•]₊˚⊹♡

[•a/n, sorry for js them, I don't have motivation to write rn and I'm hella busy studying for finals 😭~•]₊˚⊹♡

|| SATORU GOJO ||₊˚⊹♡

the sounds of skin slapping and wet squelching fills the room as satoru rams into your cunt repeatedly. faint yet audible whimpers leaves his lips, the grip on your hips grow tighter. you couldn't remember how many times you've came undone but it was far more than 2. satoru's hips come to a sudden stop, shuddering as he fills his hot sticky load in you. you both let out deep groans of satisfaction as he pulls out of you, a string of the mixed arousal and cum connecting his cock and your cunt.

satoru leans down towards your face and leaves a small peck on your cheek, mumbling a sweet silky "you okay baby?..." he smiles warmly, hand creeping up towards your chin. you nod and get up, sitting against the cold headboard. "let's ya cleaned up okay?" he says, offering a hand to help you up. you hold onto his hand getting up slowly, your legs wobble slightly, still recovering from the intense session you just had.

despite how seriously satoru took aftercare, he still always found it funny that you would struggle to stand up because of him. "what's the matter babe?" he mocks lightheartedly. you flash him an annoyed look, yet you couldn't help but enjoy his playful nature. satoru smiles cheeky "kidding babe..." he mumbles before suddenly throwing you over his shoulder, holding you by your legs as he takes you to the bathroom. you let out a yelp from the sudden action, satoru giving your ass a tight playful squeeze. you mewl, hitting his back repeatedly, "you bitch!" you tease, while chuckling.

satoru rolls his eyes, and places you on the countertop. he turns the water on, letting the tub fill up with water. in the meantime he walks back over to you, wrapping you in his arms. he begins to leave trails of kisses along your jawline, you let out deep breaths of content. "you're so pretty baby..." he mutters, ultimately lost in the moment. your heart flutters at his words, the sensation of his lips on your jaw adding to the feelings of comfort and peace you were feeling. satoru could spend hours upon hours in between your arms, just admiring you and your beauty. there was not one part of you he did not adore to death. you open your eyes and notice the tub nearly overfilling with water. "toru! the bathtub!" you point out. satoru sighs deeply, before burying himself in your chest even deeper. "5 more minutes..."

|| SUGURU GETO ||₊˚⊹♡

"cmon take it like a good girl..." suguru groans, the hand around your neck squeezing tighter and tighter. "mmph! c-close!" you sob, your nails digging into his skin as the intensity of his thrusts took control of your mind, focusing on the pleasure building up. suguru smiles and whispers in your ear, his voice husky and hoarse "then cum w'me baby, say my name..." he grunts, his own orgasm approaching him, his fingers starting to roughly rub your clit. you let out loud cries, moaning his name so lewdly it was almost pornographic. your legs shake with pleasure as suguru pulls out of you, rubbing his cock swiftly. faint mumbles and broken breaths which could almost make out as your name left his lips, his load spilling all over your stomach and tits.

suguru's chest rises slowly as he recovers from his high, he leans down and gives you a warm kiss. "you did so well, love..." he mutters, hiss hand caressing your cheek. he tucks loose strands of hair behind your ear, while whispering in your ear in an tired hoarse voice. "let's getcha some water alright?" you nod, and he picks you up bridal style, beads of sweat still resting on his forehead. you loved it whenever suguru gave you aftercare, it always made you feel so loved and protected.

he places you in the bathtub carefully, being sure not to hurt your fragile body. he turns the water on, making sure it's at the perfect setting, just the way you like it. "alright I'll be back, princess. just relax f'me" he says before leaving out to go get you a glass of water. you watch the water fill the tub, watching as how soon your legs were submerged in it. then you hear familiar footsteps approach you. "here.." he offers, a cold glass of water in his hand. you take the glass and begin drinking out of it. "bet ya needed that, you came so many times f'me" he teased, joining you in the bathtub as well. you place the glass on the edge of the tub, while rolling your eyes playfully at his remarks "whatever-" you scoff.

suguru chuckles at your reaction, leaning forward and caressing your thighs, "you're so pretty baby..." he comments, completely lost in the sight of you. you smile warmly at his comment. "let's clean you up now..." he hums, tucking strands of hair behind your ear.

[httpiastri]

snowy mountains & hot baths – op81

you, oscar, and an empty spa can only lead to one thing.

genre: very short smut 😶

pairing: oscar piastri x female reader

warnings: uhhh public sex.... unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it yall!!

author's note: happy valentines day :) wish i had oscar here to celebrate with me... anyway. idk about this one guys 🫠🫠 started out alright but then i hated half of it so i deleted it and rewrote it but it just got worse. and i know that if i don't just post it rn, i will likely procrastinate and never end up posting it at all. yay. hope u enjoy anyway! i also have another oscar fic done that's at least a bit better than this lol.

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a low groan leaves oscar's lips when he dips his feet in the warm water. he instantly turns around, eyes finding you standing by the door you've just walked through to get to this outdoor area of the spa. he holds his hand out towards you, beckoning for you to step closer.

"it feels so good," he promises, gaze following your every move as you let your robe slide down your arms. his eyes widen when you reveal your newly bought bikini – papaya orange, of course – and a shudder passes through his body at the sight of the tiny material trying it's best to cover you up.

he thanks all the gods he can think of that there's no one else around.

goosebumps grow across your skin now that you're exposed to the sub-zero temperatures, toes curling in the short layer of snow on the deck. you stroll over to him, making sure to let your hips sway a little extra with every step because you know he's watching and you know what he's thinking. the sight of him gulping as his eyes wander up and down your body can only mean one thing.

taking his hand in yours, you let him pull you into the water with him, letting out a content sound when the water envelops your legs and brings the temperature of your body up again. oscar gives your hand a squeeze and leans back, his back hitting the water as he submerged into it. you dive in right after him, making a few strokes beneath the surface before coming up for air again. your hands come up to wipe away the water from your face, before brushing over your hair and tying it up in a messy bun on top of your head.

"this is just what i needed," your boyfriend says, drawing out an agreeing hum from you. it's been a long day – a long week, really – filled to the brim with skiing, hot chocolate drinking, skiing, cable car-rides, and then more skiing. oscar doesn't usually get a lot of time off work, and when he does, he wants to make the most of it. and as his partner, he thinks you should be doing the same, and that's why he's woken you up in the early hours every morning this last week, practically bouncing from how much he aches to go out in the swiss alps yet again.

the hot tub is big enough to swim around in, but oscar makes his way to the side and sits down on the built-in seat, arms stretching out and resting on the edge of the pool. you swim over to him, easily slipping onto his lap and letting your hands rest on his shoulders. oscar tenses up when you sit on him, and you're not surprised by the length already poking up at you – he's just a man, after all – but you decide not to do anything to acknowledge it just yet.

"it's really beautiful here, don't you think?" you ask, looking to your side. the sun has only just set, so the little village isn't completely dark yet. the moon above your heads casts a soft hue over the mountains you've spent all week conquering, stars twinkling among the tops.

"not as beautiful as you, though." there's barely any lightning out here other than the little candles scattered across the floor, but you see the fire in oscar's gaze clearly when you look back at him. he's staring at you like you're the most perfect work of art, the most beautiful thing to ever exist – and your expression matches his, because he truly is your favorite thing to look at in the world. your heart flutters at the contrast between how cute he looks with a few locks of his long fringe curling along his forehead, and how incredibly sexy his body looks with the little droplets of water decorating his muscular chest. he's just stunning.

"you really did a great job with planning and booking all of this, you know," you start. "i may have complained quite a bit when you dragged me out of bed at six am, but... it's all been perfect."

your hands find the space just below his jaw, and it takes all of your strength not to blatantly stare at his thick neck when you feel the muscles under your touch.

"well, perfect except for the fact that my legs are so sore right now."

oscar chuckles at this confession, hands leaving the edge of the pool and dipping into the water instead. "let me help you out with that, then..."

a jolt of electricity shoots down your spine when his palms meet your bare thighs, fingers pressing into the skin and stroking you softly. your eyes flutter closed, loving every second of his massage and growing hotter when his hands make their way further and further up. it doesn't take long before oscar can't hold back anymore, reaching up to press his lips against yours.

you sigh into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself further towards him, your crotch brushing against his as a result. the moan he lets out is so hot that you instinctively begin grinding down against him, wanting to hear more.

oscar gets the hint, but finds himself reaching for your shoulders, holding you back as he leans out of the kiss. your lips chase after him, a frown taking over your face when he doesn't give in. you open your eyes to look at him.

"are you sure... that you want to..." oscar's voice is low but genuine; he knows you aren't a fan of exhibitionism, and that these situations usually only make you uncomfortable.

but the look in your eyes is impossible to misinterpret. "there's no one around..."

he looks around the area once more just to make sure. choosing to go to the spa at 8pm, the exact time when the restaurant at the hotel was the most crowded, was oscar's best idea yet.

he doesn't say anything else. he just grabs the back of your neck, pushing you down to his lips yet again. it's more rushed now, messy kisses pressed against your lips and his tongue swiping across your bottom lip hastily. his other hand caresses all the way down your back, gives your butt a quick squeeze, and then moves to your front instead. his fingers trace the edge of your bikini before dipping inside of it, finding your clit with ease.

your upper body is completely leaning onto him by now, little sounds slipping past your lips as he starts drawing circles onto your already sensitive bud. in no time, he's slipped past your clit, one finger sliding into your core and pumping you a couple of times before being joined by another finger. you can't help but clench around him, exhaling into the kiss.

"please, oscar..." you whine against his lips, and oscar nods, pulling out of you and breaking the kiss. he holds your hips away a little to make space for his hand undoing the knot that holds up his swim trunks, before pulling his dick out of them. he lifts you up, fingers pushing your bikini bottoms to the side but pausing when his tip meets your core. he waits for your nod of consent before finally entering you.

the water helps him glide into you, a throaty moan rumbling from his throat when he bottoms you out. he doesn't give you even a second to adjust, hands on your hips pulling you up before sinking you onto him again.

"fuck," he lets out, throwing his head back when you start to roll your hips against his. "you feel so good..."

you lean forward, forehead resting on the bend of his neck as you bounce up and down on him. your hands move to the back of his head, fingers getting lost in his locks, and it doesn't take long before your movements get sloppier. you gasp when oscar begins thrusting up into you, meeting your downward movements in a steady rhythm.

his grip on your hips grows firmer, rough fingers pressing into your skin and surely leaving marks for tomorrow. he's getting closer, too – you can tell by the string of moans he's letting out in between a bunch of swearwords – and you use your last bit of energy to pick up your pace and help him out. your walls contract around him when you come, and you feel him reach his own high not long after, twitching and shooting into you as you ride out your orgasms.

his hands are more gentle now, brushing up and down your back and following the bumps of your spine. when you finally gain the energy to speak, your words vibrate against his skin. "well, we're never coming back to this spa again." you lean back slightly, looking up at him for the first time in a while. "or the town, for that matter."

his blissed-out eyes meet yours, soft and glossy as he raises his eyebrows. "why's that?"

his flushed cheeks make him look so innocent, but his heaving chest tells another story. "did you not see the cameras?" you question.

"oh, you think we're the first ones to do this here?" you gasp at his wording, splashing some water his way. he laughs. "what, do you really? i reckon this happens here at least once every day. maybe even more."

"oscar!"

[xoxo-sarah]

Easy Street

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↝a/n: not completely accurate but I didn't feel like rewatching the episode rn. Also didn't have a good title for this...Enjoy <3

↝pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

↝warning: based on season 7 episode 8, after Daryl escapes the sanctuary, easy street mentioned, soft/ sad Daryl, reverse comfort, Daryl not use to comfort, bathing, getting underdressed (Innocently / non-suggestive), angst, fluff idk, not proofread

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Daryl Dixon, or any character from The Walking Dead. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

↝⎙ 7.18.24

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Feeling the dirt under your fingernails, you continued to pluck the vegetables from the garden of Hilltop. Ever since the night your group was forced on their knees to endure your friends getting murdered, it wasn't the same. You felt hollow. Daryl getting taken only added to that feeling. But you tried not to think of him much, it only made everything worse. Staying in Hilltop with Maggie was the safest option. You had someone to look after, something to do to not go out looking for Daryl yourself. Maybe even try to kill Negan with your own hands. Hearing a commotion coming from the gate, you stood, dusting your hands off on your pants as you went.

Looking up, you saw Daryl stumbled off of the motorcycle that wasn't familiar with Jesus by his side, being greeted by Maggie. His eyes were downcast, trying to hide the vulnerability that threatened to spill over. You watched from a distance, your heart aching for him. Blinking back the surprise, you approached slowly, not wanting to startle him.

Daryl looked up, his eyes meeting yours for the first time. Whatever he endured during the sanctuary shown in the bags under his eyes, the glaze in his eyes, the wobble of his bottom lip.

Feeling your arms gently wrap themselves around his middle, he was hesitant to reciprocate- as if you were the one that had been through everything. Your hug was the first real comfort he'd felt in a long time, and he clung to it, fighting back tears.

Looking up at his face from up close, you could see the grime, dirt, and blood coating him. You figured you were the same. Busying yourself with gardening and killing any walkers you see outside the walls was therapeutic, well, as much as it could be. It got your mind off of the issues at hand for a minute or two.

Pulling away, you grabbed his hand, nodding at Maggie and Jesus, before dragging him with you.

Silently, Daryl let you lead him to a small trailer in the corner, and to the even smaller bathroom. He watched as you began running the water, pushing his hair away from his sticky forehead. There was a mixture of gratitude and hesitation in his gaze, as you caught it.

Here you were, running a bath for him after you, yourself, had the posture to say you needed warmth to seep onto your bones just as much as him. But you didn't say a word, putting his discomfort as a higher priority.

The picture of you, kneeled down on the rocks and dirt entered his mind. Your eyes that, no matter how hard you tried to mask it, showed how scared you were. The shellshock you went through when Lucille struck down the first time. The tears that cascaded down your cheeks when Daryl had stood, anger getting the best of him. The sob that escaped your lips when he was dragged to the back of a car and carried away. He couldn't imagine how you felt when he was away.

He would listen to Easy Street a thousand times over if it meant that you would never have to go through anything of that sort ever again.

After standing in silence, watching his brain wonder, you stepped forward, hands tugging at his dirty clothes. Gently, you helped him peel his shirt from his body, along with every other article of clothing.

As you kneeled beside the tub, you carefully washed away the grime and blood. You began speaking in soothing tones, "Wanna talk about it?" You knew the answer. He didn't like talking about stuff like that, stuff that happens to him, stuff that hurts him deep down. That just wasn't him, as much as he wanted to be, for you, it seemed impossible to open up like that. To be vulnerable. Shaking his head, he let the tension in his shoulders slowly ease as he relaxed under your care. He wasn't going to tell you the hell he went through, the things he saw. He certainly wasn't going to tell you that you were the only thing on his mind while he was kept in the stale building, in the cold little cell.

Not much else was said, only your humming and Daryl's thoughts swimming in his head.

Once he was clean, you helped him get dressed, tracing at the scars on his back, reminders of all he's been through. He was strong, you made sure he knew it. He hopes you know you're just as strong, if not stronger, than him. Words died on his tongue when he looked down at you taking care of him. His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke, "Thanks." A simple tight-lipped smile let him know that you knew that one word has a thousand confessions behind it. He wasn't the best at speaking his feelings but he didn't have to be with you. You just knew.

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[sunni-stuff]

Hii! So I’m like so very sunburnt rn and I it’s my fault for not putting sunscreen on🤦🏻‍♀️ I’m in so much pain rn my whole body hurts and it hurts to move I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep with anything on that’s how bad I’m burnt☹️ and I feel like I need a big strong man (Simon) to baby me and take care of me.

Feel free to ignore this. But I love your writing🫶🏼

Poor thing, being sunburnt is the absolute worst! I have been there before and learned my lesson the hard way. I hope you're better.💓

Upon arriving at the beach, Simon warned you to wear sunscreen, but your eagerness got the better of you. His intuition told him that the scorching sun wouldn't be forgiving on your skin, and sure enough, he was right.

By the time you're back home, you are incredibly sunburnt. Your body feels like it's been rubbed raw, and every step is an agonizing pinch of pain; worst of all, not even a cold shower could quell the screams of your damaged skin. Wearing clothes was entirely out of the question, leaving you to walk around naked with only your loose bathrobe as decent cover.

Your whines draw Simon's attention while he's cleaning out sand from the back of his truck. In an instant, the task is forgotten, and he's by your side.

"Told you to wear sunscreen." Simon chides lovingly. He brushes your robe down carefully to inspect your skin, a cautious hand reaches out to touch on your bare back but quickly retreating when you whimper.

"I know..."

Simon sighs, and for a moment, he steps back, thinking of ways to help, his mind trickling back to ways he'd been in full-body pain.

Simon, being himself, disappears without a word, only the sound of him rummaging through your shared home, giving you a clue to his activities. Soon, you hear the bath running and head to your bathroom, where you spot Simon, half-naked, hunched over the tub, filling it with baking soda.

His broad back is facing you, muscles rippling and flexing when he moved. You see old scars litter his skin, deciding not to pay attention to the new ones you gave him a night prior.

"I already tried showering."

Simon grunts in response, shaking his head. "Ain't good 'nuff."

Standing to his full height, Simon carefully takes you by the waist, helping you undress, and tenderly guides you into the cool bath.

As you sit down in the tub, you feel that the water's temperate was just right, not too cold and not too hot, ensuring your skin wouldn't be irritated, a touch only someone as attentive as Simon would be capable of.

A content sigh leaves your lips and just when you thought that was the end of Simon's care, he surprises you.

Simon climbs behind you, delicately placing your back against his chest, though no matter how gentle, just the skin contact alone makes you bite back a sob.

"I know, I know, love. I got you." Simon cooes in your ear huskily. One hand holds you in place by the waist, and the other reaches over, grabbing the bottle of aloe vera gel, a remedy he keeps close after Gaz recommended it to him because why not?

Simon lets you go, opening up the bottle and rubbing the chilled ointment on his palms earnestly.

His hands make contact with your skin, and you squeal, the unexpected cold, slimy sensation causing you to shiver. Simon places a chaste kiss on the back of your neck in an attempt to distract you; he rubs the gel on your back methodically, guaranteeing full coverage.

In mere seconds, the aloe vera works wonders; your skin itches with an icy burn that counters the throb of your sunburn. You press yourself closer to Simon, allowing him to cover you thoroughly in the healing salve.

While Simon cares for you, his face is inches away from yours, praises fill your head. "You're doing so well, Dove."

Soon, your sunburn is a thing of the past. Simon leaves you unable to focus on anything besides the attentive work of his hands and butterflies whirling in your stomach due to his words.

"How do you feel?" He asks sweetly, pausing to gauge your reaction.

You nod weakly, head laid back on his shoulder, too engrossed in his ministrations to respond verbally.

♡! Happy fourth of July. I had trouble writing this bc my brain uses the words, "as" and "while" alot but I still like the way this turned out. 💞

Seeing the content look on your face, Simon gives your lips a quick peck, stroking your shoulders affectionately. Sunburnt or not, you'd still be his doll and he'd be damned if he didn't take good care of you.

P.S not proofread

[lovebeatriceplz]

Baby it's cold outside 🌧️

Aizawa x reader

Summary: It's a rainy/ cold day and he's trying to convince you to stay in.

Note: I live in a country where it doesn't snow so I'm not even gonna try and write about it😭. We do have a cold front rn so i can write based on that. This is short.

Normally the sun would have been peeking out a little by now. But as your eyes flutter open it still appears to be dark. The clock on your wall, however, tells a different story. Attempting to sit up you find yourself held back by something...or rather someone. You lift up to blanket to reveal Aizawa's arms wrapped around your waist, his face buried in your stomach, not really planning to let go anytime soon.

His hair was somewhat disheveled. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps, the only time his brain isn't overworking. You didn't really want to wake him, but you had things to do. In a soft, gentle manner you trace the scare on his cheek, he responds with a soft hum, leaning into your touch. "Love? Zawa wake up" you whisper. He grunts.

Sighing you start to untangle yourself from your husband's grasp. He opens one of his eyes, tightening his grip. "where are you going anyways? Didn't you watch the forecast..." He murmurs, falling back into a slumber.

"no... C'mon i still have to go to work". You sit up fully in the bed. He looks up at you. "can't we just stay in this morning, please?" He was hard to resist no doubt. Planting a kiss on his forehead you distract him long enough to slip out of the bed. You hear him groan "seriously?" He calls out. You were already heading down the hallway.

The cold floor causes you scurry quickly to the bathroom. The freezing air making you shiver. It was cold.

A cold shower was definitely a no no. As you wait for the water to warm up you sit on the edge of the tub, springing up immediately. The sink, the towels, the railings, the fricking door knob, was everything just freezing cold. You were beginning to reconsider your lovers pleas.

Actually getting ready wasn't any easier. Not when he was looking at you like that, studying every inch or your body, silently begging you to come back to him. "you're not making it through that door" he mumbles, turning his back to you and making a cave with the pillows. "i love you too" you tease, blowing him a kiss.

Standing in the door way you shiver, looking out you could hardly see anything because of the thick fog. You close the door, standing there and wondering if you should call a cab or risk it and walk in those conditions.

Large, scarred hands wrap around your waist, pulling you close as hot breath hits your neck, warming you up instantly. "You're a stubborn brat y'know that?" He murmurs into the back of your neck.

His fingers slither into your skirt, fiddling with the waist band of your underwear, causing you to chuckle out of nervousness "and you're a bad influence" you retort. He hums softly, intertwining his hands with one of yours "just for today, i promise".

And with that he's luring you back into the bed room, planting kisses all over and leaving markings on your neck. You decide to send a text to your boss later, they'll understand.

[stormberry-12]

Hellooo how are you this fine evening..

I wanted the ask if you could make one for jj where he does something that upsets the reader and she’s crying and sad and jj gets the silent treatment the whole week but he starts to cry hard and beg for her to talk to him and reader can’t help but comfort and hug him and give him all the love that she has and jj is all pouty and sad in the end

It’s fine if not <3 :)

didn't mean to ~ jj maybank x reader

pairing: JJ Maybank x Kook!Fem!Reader

warnings: language, angst, arguing, silent treatment.

notes: thxs for the request! Sorry I haven't posted in forever guys, im doing final exams at school rn and stuff. Also, sorry this is so short. But anyway, I loved this concept and also hated the way they solved JJ and Kie's fight in Season 3 so I tried to recreate it here with a better ending. Sorry, this took so long lol, much love!

"I mean, it would all blow up anyway. You know? Like... Look at you. You got your new threads on!" JJ exclaimed. "Look at me. What do I got? This? This piece of shit?" He threw something out of frustration, panting. You looked back at his run-down house, the eviction notice nailed to the front door with bright yellow police tape crossing over it.

"Getting kicked out of this place in three weeks anyway. shit, I don't even got parents right now. Why would you care? Why would you care? I'm just some loser that..."

"JJ..."

"You don't care. No, you don't!"

"I do care!" you shouted, getting frustrated with his attitude.

"No, you got parents that live in Figure Eight, you know?"

"That's not my fault."

"That's your future." he countered walking towards the water, hand running through his hair in frustration.

"Look, if you need us, we're gonna help you. I'm... I'll help."

"No- It's that right there! Okay? Like... It's so easy for you to say that." he whirled around to face you, yelling, "You know why? Because you're a Kook. You're a Kook, Y/n!"

"Yeah... I'm a Kook. I was such a Kook when I was living in a cave with you for a month! Soaking in the Kook life!"

"That's not what I'm talking about. GOD!" he exclaimed, reaching for his bike, he swung his leg over the seat.

"Jayj, don't leave." you pleaded, the engine of his bike revved and he started to drive away,

"JJ, WHAT THE HELL?" You screamed after him, tears rolling down your face, "MAYBANK!"

You were pissed the fuck off.

The first day after your fight you hadn't seen JJ, you cried for a couple hours, indulging in your favorite ice cream watching a sad rom-com, really getting in your feels.

Kie texted you to ask you what was up, the pogues had gone fishing that day but you never showed, to angry and sad to show your face to the world.

'Ask the blond kid,' was all you responded. you watched as her three typing bubbles flashed beneath your text.

'shit head's not here either,' she responded. 'wtf is going on,'

'fight. he called me a kook.'

'oh shit,' was all she said.

A few days later you walked around the chateau and dug through John B's fridge, you were fully aware of JJ's presence on the couch but still continued to ignore him. It was closing in on a week since you had last uttered a word to him.

Grabbing a chilled beer you walked past JJ and to the front door.

"Y/n," he said, voice cracking.

It wasn't the first time JJ had tried to talk to you this week and once again you ignored him. You slipped your shoes on and walked out onto the porch, slamming the door behind you. You flinched at how harsh it was but brushed the feeling away as you took a sip of your drink.

You sat at the edge of JJ's hot tub, the disco lights twinkled in the water, and the beer started to make you feel nauseous. You set it down and let out a shaky breath, blinking away tears that made the colorful lights spur in all different directions.

'Oh stop it Y/n' you told yourself, you would not cry anymore over this boy, if he didn't want to date a 'kook' that was his problem.

A long time must have passed, you had slid down fully into the hot tub finishing off your drink and basking in your own thoughts. The sun had set and the tides changed across the water.

"Go!" You heard someone on the deck grunt, you looked up to see John B pushing JJ out the door towards you locking him outside. JJ made his way down the stairs awkwardly and stood at the edge of the hot tub across from you, not getting in like he was looking for your permission.

"What do you want Maybank?" you asked quietly.

"I-uh," he sniffled and you focused closer in the dim light to see tears streaming down his face. "I made you a bracelet,"

He mumbled in the softest voice that made your heart clench and reached out to hand it to you. You looked at it closely, intricate little hearts knotted into the design, made with your favorite colors. And of course, the sea blue strings that you had told him reminded you of his eyes countless times. You didn't know what to say. Until you heard the soft sobbing coming from his lips, he thought you didn't like it.

"No, JJ..." you cooed, wrapping the bracelet around your wrist and tieing it in a crisp knot. You slid yourself through the water and stood in front of him taking in his state. He looked at you with pleading eyes and you wrapped your arms around him. He collapsed into you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your shoulder. You felt butterflies in your stomach at his touch and lifted a hand to stroke his hair. God you loved this boy so much.

"I-i'm sorry," he cried, "I called you a kook, I'm such a dick, It's all my fault..."

"No, Jayj-" you whispered.

"Yes,"

"No, I am in the wrong too, shouldn't have ignored you like that," you whispered.

"But I called you a kook," he said again.

"And then I was acting like one, it was wrong,"

You stood there in silence hugging each other, you you feel his breathing slow and he recovered to look up at you.

"Please forgive me," he said.

"Always, as long as you forgive me," he nodded frantically at you causing you to giggle.

"Thank god that's over," you heard Pope say in the distance.

"Yeah, pass me one of those?" Kie said, taking a beer out of the cooler, the rest of the pogues walking toward the hot tub.

You all settle down in the warm water, JJ snuggling into your side, looking at your bracelet sweetly for the rest of the night. You kissed the top of his head, knowing what ever happed in the future you could always get through it with him.

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

Strawberries and Cream

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 5.8k

Notes: I’m so sorry this is so late, I’m just really sick rn and I feel like that’s just an excuse 🤣🤣🥹🥹but don’t worry because 12 and 13 are actually finished already! So they will be coming out very soon after this one

Episode 11: There’s a First Time for Everything

He asked to use their house.  

Is that stupid? Would you have preferred it at home? No, no you need a little vacation anyway and he knows you like it here… No this will be perfect and it’s in the guest room so you don’t feel awkward. It’s like an Airbnb at this point! And they won’t be home for a month… so it’s not like he’s putting anyone out or anything…

You’ll love it.

He thinks. 

Eddie paces a little as he gets everything set up nicely in the bedroom. There are condoms in the bedside table if you want them, and there are snacks and drinks in the little mini fridge. The blankets are plush and soft and he’s even taken a couple of your favorite stuffed animals that he knows you wouldn’t leave home without and a cute new one he got from Target he thought you’d really like. 

He’s kind of nervous, to be honest, okay he’s a lot nervous. You guys had been spending so much time together lately… maybe now wasn’t the best time… but okay maybe it also was? Because the tension was becoming truly unbearable between the two of you. The sweet lingering glances, the soft kisses, the countless times Eddie did exactly what he was not supposed to do and very very carefully got you off a few times. He’d drag his cum through your folds and paint a pretty little picture for you. Not once did he put it in 

But that was about to change tonight. That is if you wanted.

He made Buck drive you over, he was literally too nervous to do it himself. He was too busy getting the house ready, setting all the moods in every room you guys could possibly end up in. He’d even turned on the lights in the hot tub, the water red hot… literally. 

The doorbell rings and he sighs, smoothing his hair back and straightening out his shirt. It’s just a lounge shirt, he’d told you to wear your pajamas and bring an overnight bag. Just a regular little slumber party! 

He opens the door and smiles, tilting your chin up to kiss you 

“Hello gorgeous” He purrs and you giggle, kissing him back 

“Hi” 

Buck puts his hands on his hips, he’s carrying your overnight bag and a grocery bag 

“Hey! I’m here too!!” 

Eddie leans over and kisses his cheek “Sup sexy” 

You walk in and Buck follows you “That’s more like it” 

He sets your bag down in the foyer and looks around for a minute, slipping his hands into his pockets 

“Welp, you guys have fun!”

You turn to him as you take off your shoes, replacing them with your little bunny slippers 

“Aren’t you staying for a bit? I thought you were?” 

Eddie leans against the wall, looking at him, he narrows his eyes transmitting a little message to that thing Buck calls his brain 

“Nope! I’ve uh- I’ve got plans tonight! With the Bennett’s. Eliza and I are having an old movie night while William gets us snacks!” 

You giggle and walk over, hugging him tightly. He kisses your head and holds you a bit longer, he does that now, and can’t ever seem to let you go 

“Love you kiddo, have fun. And remember, you can always call Daddy Buck to come pick you up if you get scared” 

You toss your head back laughing and push him away “Yeah, yeah whatever, I love you too papa” 

“Thank god you didn’t call him daddy” Eddie laughs and you shrug

“It would be kinda weird calling you both, don’t you think??” 

Buck's mouth drops open and Eddie holds his hands up

“She calls you daddy?!?!”

“She does not call me daddy!”

They yell it at the same time and you laugh even harder, grabbing your duffle bag and dragging it away from them 

“I was about to be so damn hurt if I found out she called you that and you had the audacity not to tell me!!” 

Eddie gives him a weird look “You want me to tell you that your cousin called me daddy??” 

“Okay, it’s gross when you say it like that god Eddie you perv. I’m your best friend, of course, I want all the dirty details!” 

“I’m not. No, I'm not giving you the- god no” 

“Eddie Diaz!” Buck says as he’s opening the door “She’s just gonna tell me anyway!!” 

He turns to you, pretty decently far from them “You’d tell him?!” 

“It’s a girl thing,” You say simply and Buck points at you

“Damn right it is” 

Eddie faceplams, completely hating the both of you in this moment and you both giggle at his expense. 

God why did he have to fall in love with a Buckley. 

“Eddieee” Buck whines and Eddie knows damn well he’s lost this fight. Because truly Buck is his best friend and as pouty and annoying as he is he knows he’d probably end up telling him every detail anyway. He just likes to give him shit for it, because what else are you gonna do on a 24-hour shift?

“You win” Eddie puts his hands in the hair and Buck fist pumps while doing a little dance 

“Y/N you’re sleeping over at Maddie and Chim's !! Eddie and I are having girl time!!!" 

“You guys have fun!” You wave and Eddie forces Buck out of the house now while he screams how much he loves you and to have a good time. He leans against the door for a second, shaking his head before he walks over to you, taking your duffle bag and your hand 

“Would you seriously tell him every detail?”

“Him? Maybe. Maddie? Absolutely” you giggle and Eddie rolls his eyes before scooping you up in his arms, you squeal as he takes you upstairs to put your stuff in the bedroom. 

You guys decide to order dinner instead of going out, you’re kind of in the mood for Applebees so while you’re in the bathroom changing he orders for you two. 

“So I was thinking after dinner we could hit the hot tub?” He asks as he scrolls through DoorDash on his phone 

“Oh yeah sounds good,” You say from around the corner as you change into your real pajamas for the night. Hen had taken you shopping especially for Eddie’s little sleepover plans 

“Or you know two birds one stone have dinner in the hot tub” He jokes and you poke your hand out from the bathroom and flip him off 

“Oh shut up!” 

“Close your eyes!!” You say and he shuts off his phone, crossing his arms over his chest 

“Nah you were mean!!” 

“Eddie!!” You stomp your little bunny and he huffs 

“God fine” he closes his eyes “but only because you’re like the biggest damn baby I know and I know you’ll start crying”

“I will not!!”

“Will too” he teases and you walk over to him, slapping his leg 

“Ow, you little br-“ his words get caught in his throat as he stares at you, his mouth falling open slowly. You’re in the sweetest little pink babydoll he’s ever seen. It’s sheer with feathers covering your breasts and lining the bottom. You do a little spin for him and toss your hair over your shoulder 

“So? What do you think?” 

He can see all of your gorgeous sun-kissed skin and the tiny little sheer thing you’re apparently calling a pair of panties. 

“I thought I'd, you know, dress up a little for you tonight! D-do you like it?” You put your hands behind your back nervously and look at him 

Does he have a corruption kink?? Signs are starting to point straight up to yes 

“U-uh??” He’s short-circuiting. He hasn’t been this bad since he first met you 

“I also thought… that maybe…um, if you’re up for it? We could go skinny dipping” 

Oh god, you’re gonna give him a heart attack. Maybe you already have! Maybe this is heaven. 

“Eddie?” 

Has your voice always been that sweet?? That innocent?? 

You crawl onto the bed and go to straddle his lap, but he knocks you right off and you yelp as you tumble onto the bed 

“Hey!!” 

He jolts out of bed, putting his hands up in front of him 

“I swear to god this night is going to be very short if you sit in my lap now” 

You roll over and laugh into the covers and he pushes your butt out of the air so you’re lying on your side 

“Quit it!!” 

“Do you want me to change?” You’re still giggling as you turn to look at him and he puts his hands on your thighs shaking you slowly 

“Noooo…. No, I can handle it! I just… you’re so gorgeous baby, I just wasn’t expecting this” 

“So you like it?” You ask as he turns you flat on your back and pulls your legs to the edge of the bed

“I really, really like it” he looks at you laying there, your arms up, your body laid out for him… 

“Whatcha thinkin' about?” you ask quietly, biting the tip of your finger and he lets out a frustrated groan, smacking your leg 

“I said quit it” There’s a little growl to his voice and you pull your legs closed, squeezing them together a bit 

“You gonna make me?” 

He looks at you, his eyes darkening with desire and he smirks, pulling your legs back down slowly 

“I’m gonna remember that Sugar cube” He drags his thumb over the front of your panties, relishing in the way your breath hitches. He rubs a slow, torturous circle with a little sadistic smile on his face before pulling his hand back and smacking your cunt. It’s not nearly as hard as he could do it, oh you’re not ready for that. But you squeak, slamming your legs shut and he tilts his head back laughing 

“Oh I’m sorry, did I hurt the baby? Did my little sugar cube not like that?” 

His tone is so condescending and he looks so gleeful as he stares at you, rubbing your thighs together 

“You gonna be a good girl for me? Let us enjoy the evening I have planned? Or…would you rather learn your lesson the hard way. It makes no difference to me”

You stare at him, you’ve never seen him quite like this, of course, you’ve never really gotten to this point before. You knew before coming here tonight what you both were hopefully going to do… and now it seems like you’re trailblazing right towards it 

“I’ll be good,” You say softly and he smiles, pulling you off the bed and picking you up to take you back downstairs 

“That’s my good girl”

Dinner is delivered and Eddie sets you down at the dining room table, he sets your food out for you and pours the same Strawberry wine you’d had on your first date

“This is pretty romantic” You tease him as he clinks glasses with you 

“I told you once, I’ll tell you again. I can be a pretty romantic guy” He winks and you giggle as he pulls your chair closer to him. He kisses your nose before watching you sip from your glass 

“Tastes good?” He asks as he sips his and you nod 

“Of course it does!”

You spend the rest of dinner giggling and joking around with Eddie. He toys with your hair and teases you, poking and prodding and you push his hands away, pouting playfully and telling him to behave. 

He ignores you. 

Because how can he behave when you’re dressed like that, sitting all pretty right next to him, the smell of your perfume enveloping him in the sweetest hug. He can’t wait for it to be all over him, for his lips to be all over your body, kissing you, loving you. 

“Eddie?” You snap in front of his face a couple times and he flinches 

“Huh??”

“I asked if you were done eating? I wanna go watch a movie or something before we hit the hot tub?” You have a little knowing smirk on your face and he glares at you playfully 

“Yeah sure, go put somethin’ on corazón I’ll put the rest of our food away” 

That was a new name 

He gets up from the table, pulls your seat back, and takes your hand to help you up. He kisses it gently, then kisses your cheek and you blush, pushing him away and he chuckles, taking your plates into the kitchen as you skip off to the couch. 

Honestly, you knew these people had money. Since the first time you’d seen the house. But these are the softest, fluffiest, comfiest couches you’ve ever sat on. There’s a large fluffy blanket on the back of the couch and a cute pink basket of snacks on the coffee table. You grab the remote from the basket and cuddle up under the blanket, flipping through Netflix to try and find something 

Eddie had set this area up really cutely, the snack basket was an adorable touch even if you wouldn’t be eating them just yet. He comes into the living room and lifts up one side of the blanket, plopping down on the couch and opening his arms so you can crawl into them 

“Pick anything yet?” 

You crawl up into his lap and cuddle into him, snuggling down into the blanket and continuing to scroll 

“Eh, not really,” you say as he adjusts himself, putting his arms around you and placing his head on yours. You flip over to Disney+ and lean into him, he starts to kiss your neck lightly and you smirk

“You think we’ll actually get through this?” You turn on Deadpool and he relaxes on the couch, dimming the lights with his phone 

“Not if I can help it” 

He wasn’t kidding either. His kisses to your body are light and teasing, his fingers trailing ticklish little paths on your arm. He just wants to touch you, like he can’t get enough of you being here with him, and maybe he can’t. He spent too long away from you, he’s going to be glued to you until the next century. 

You’re not even paying attention to the movie anymore and it’s practically over, in fact, you hadn’t been paying attention to it in quite a while you’re not even sure how it got to Deadpool forgetting his bag in the taxi but that’s where you’re at 

“Do you wanna go in the hot tub now?” You ask breathlessly as Eddie leaves yet another hickey on the nape of your neck near your collarbone. You’re not even sure what the purpose of these panties was, they’re certainly not doing a very good job containing the slick that’s coating your thighs from all his teasing 

“Sounds good to me, beautiful”

You get up from the couch and stretch a little, purposely making that baby doll rise so Eddie can see how wet your thighs are. Not that he definitely couldn’t feel it anyway. He stares at you for a moment, licking his lips and you wink at him before turning on your heel. You smirk a little as you hear him get up and follow after you. 

You walk in front of Eddie, taking off your baby doll and tossing it backward at him. He catches it, holding it close to his chest and inhaling happily 

Fuck he loves strawberries. 

You decide to leave the thong on, just to bother him and walk out to the hot tub. You can hear him stripping behind you as you walk up the steps and sit on the edge of it. You turn to face him and your cheeks flush. His clothes are discarded in a pile with your babydoll to the side, and he’s naked in front of you 

“You’re staring Sugar Cube” he’s got that stupid cheeky grin on his face as he walks up the stairs, his ass bouncing with each step 

“Goddamn” You mumble as he gets into the hot tub, sitting down and leaning back against the wall 

“You gonna get in? Or are you just gonna keep staring at me?” He puts his arms on the wall as you slowly float back down to earth, swinging your legs over the edge and getting in

You wade over to him and snuggle into his side, he drapes an arm over you and kisses your head 

“How’s healin’ going?” He murmurs into your hair and you shrug 

“Not bad, especially with all the help from everyone… and I love being around everyone and it’s so nice being pampered all the time-“

“But?” Eddie chuckles and you sigh, looking up at him with a small smile on your face

“I really, really needed this vacation”

You put your forehead against his before climbing into his lap. You cup his face, your fingers splayed over his cheeks as you kiss him slowly, wrapping your tongue around his and tilting your head, deepening the kiss. He lays his head back slowly as you start to grind on him while placing soft kisses along his jaw 

“You’re gonna start something…” He moans softly, his hands coming to squeeze your hips. He pulls you down on him more, feeling the way you slip easily along his cock 

“Maybe I finally want to” You look him in the eyes and he grins wickedly, getting up and spinning you around so you’re pinned against the side of the tub. He runs his cock through your folds, grinding on your clit and you grip the edge of the tub, little whining noises falling from your lips 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” He grinds against you, trying his best to be careful and you shudder underneath him, lifting your leg onto the stair on purpose, encouraging him to slip in 

“Your first time is not gonna be in a hot tub” He chuckles breathlessly and you push back against him whining and bracing your hands on the edge of the tub more

“Please, Eddie? Please I need it” you practically sob and he picks you up out of the water, walking up the stairs and onto the deck. He moves quickly and you’re slightly terrified he’s gonna slip but he doesn’t as he makes his way to the bedroom he had all set up. You gasp softly as he kicks the door open, flipping on the lights. A soft pink hue cascades over the room and little fairy lights twinkle from the canopy above the bed 

“Eddie?” Your eyes are wide as he stops for a moment, letting you take it all in. There are rose petals all over the floor and a couple of your candles that are unlit. 

“I-I wanted it to be special for you” he’s blushing now as he carries you over to the bed and sets you down. He grabs a lighter from the bedside table and lights your favorite candles before placing it back in the drawer 

“So. I uh-“ He rubs the back of his head awkwardly“I did bring condoms- if - I mean I will absolutely put one on if you want me to”

“I’m uh- I’m on the pill” You blush and he looks at you, his eyes wide for a second 

“So remember the first time we messed around?” You say sheepishly 

“When you moved in?” 

“Yeah and you literally kinda rubbed your um-“Your cheeks are burning and he smirks at you 

“My what? Pretty girl” 

You glare at him and he smiles so sweetly at you, but his eyes are so dark and hungry and you can feel it stirring up way too many emotions in you 

“Y-your…stuff” 

He tosses his head back laughing, his hand on his chest as he has just a good freaking laugh at your expense. He pushes you down on the bed and you squeak as he leaves you to grab a towel from the bathroom to toss on the floor to stop it from dripping all over it. 

“You mean when I rubbed your pussy with my cum?” He gets on his knees now and you prop yourself up on your elbows quickly 

“You don’t have to be so vulgar!” 

Your mouth drops as he rips a hole in your panties and he looks up at you 

“Don’t I?” He can’t help the way he stares, like you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever seen in his entire life like he’s been starving for weeks…and you know technically he has. 

It doesn’t help that you had decided to pretty up a little. ✨Magic shave powder✨ is the greatest thing you’ve ever bought in your entire life, you’re as smooth… you don’t know, something that’s like really smooth? Wait okay that one street in Cars after Lightning McQueen fixes it 

“The movie, Cars?” Eddie looks at you and you blink slowly 

“Said that out loud didn’t I”

“Mhmmm” He chuckles against your thigh and you bat at his head 

“But you didn’t have to go through all this trouble,” He says, kissing the inside of your thigh softly and getting you back on track “I’d devour you either way baby”

“I wanted to” 

“I’m not complaining” He nuzzles his nose against you and inhales deeply, his eyes roll back as your jaw drops slowly 

“Smells good enough to eat” 

“E-“ 

It’s like all the air has been sucked from your lungs the moment he kisses you, French kisses you. It’s an odd feeling at first, but your hands automatically tangle in his hair as he laps at your clit, you feel the vibrations of his chuckles as you buck against his face and he pulls you closer to him, putting your thighs over his shoulders

He’s hungry for you as his tongue dips inside you, tasting your arousal 

“Such a good girl for me” He murmurs, flicking his tongue over your clit as he finally tastes you for the first time.

“Such a pretty little cunt too” His fingers dig into your plush ass as he pulls you closer to him, licking and teasing you. He loves the way you shiver at his touch, the way your back arches off the bed as he slides his fingers inside you. He can’t help but groan, his cock throbbing with need as he tastes your sweet nectar, but he can’t be bothered with himself at the moment, he’s too enamored with your bare cunt. 

You writhe frantically in the covers, trying to pull yourself away from him just a little, just enough to breathe. But he slaps your thigh, leaving behind a red mark and you yelp. His eyes connect with yours immediately, staring daggers at you for trying to run from him and you shove his face back down just so you don’t have to stare into those gorgeous brown eyes. You know you wouldn’t last either if he made you. 

“I’ve wanted you for so, so long” he purrs against your lips before sucking on your clit and biting it just a little, your hips buck against his face as you cry out his name and he chuckles deeply, pulling his fingers away, and reaching for his cock. He strokes himself a few times, as he continues devouring you, gasping into you. 

You’re a babbling mess underneath him, incoherent and a bit dazed, that man knows what he’s doing. You can feel the way he spells out his name, claiming you. Like any other man ever had a chance with you. 

The sounds of your moans are music to his ears, his sweet little angel, tugging at his hair, begging him to let you cum. 

“Look at how sweet and submissive you can be, I’m so proud of you baby girl… come on. Let me taste you baby, cum on my tongue” 

You cry out his name as he sucks your clit relentlessly, his fingers pumping back into you, in and out as you reach your climax. Your body trembles harshly as you collapse into the bed, panting and almost crying from how overwhelmed you’re feeling. 

Eddie pulls his fingers out slowly, crawling over you and kissing you softly 

“Hey, hey you did so good sugar cube. You’re so wet for me…” He kisses your tears and you look at him, sniffling a little 

“That was a lot,” you say and he smiles, reaching over and grabbing your new teddy bear and handing it to you 

“Mhmm it sure was” he watches you snuggle with it, taking a little breather and he lays next to you, pulling you into his arms 

“We can leave it at that if you want baby, we don’t have to go further” 

“What about you?” You ask quickly, barely letting him finish the sentence 

“Y/N, I just got to eat you out for the first time. Trust me when I say I’m perfectly fine waiting if you’re not ready” 

“I just need a minute” You blush a little and he kisses your nose 

“That’s perfectly fine with me” 

You can feel just how hard he is, his thick cock pressed against you. All he does is softly rub your arm, humming a soothing little song. You know he’d really stop if you needed to… you know he wouldn’t think twice.

But god is it finally time to ride your cowboy

You look at him, hugging your bear to your chest, your head is practically spinning with the deep desire to just take him inside you, and finally know what it feels like for him to just… destroy you. 

“Eddie?” 

“Yes, cutie?” He says playfully as he nuzzles into your neck 

“Fuck me” 

You feel the way he stops breathing, the way his hand stops caressing your side

“What was that?” 

His voice is deeper, darker. There’s a bite to his tone as his hands become more possessive, pulling your body into him greedily

“Say it again for me” His hands trail up your sides as he watches you so intensely. So desperately aroused. 

“Uhhh” you start to get a bit shy again, hiding behind your teddy bear “Um” 

“Oh come on now” He pulls your teddy bear from you, kissing your neck as he slides the bear down his bare torso 

“Tell me what you want from me” Your eyes widen as he strokes himself slowly with your teddy bear, groaning softly and bucking his hips into it a bit 

“Look at how much I need you” 

You stare at him, unable to even comprehend what you’re seeing as he rubs that bear up and down his shaft, hissing at the satisfying friction it gives him…but-

“Come on, say it for me” 

“F-fuck me,” you say again, your voice squeaking a little 

“Fuck me… what?” 

Your jaw drops slowly as he tosses the bear aside and gets on his knees, pulling your hips to him and tapping your pussy with his cock 

“U-uhh” 

“Come on honey, one little word” You feel a slight pressure as he teases your hole with the tip, he reaches over to the bedside table and grabs a small bottle of lube, pouring it over his cock and rubbing it in 

“Fuck me… d-daddy” 

“That’s my girl” He grins wickedly as he pushes into you slowly, stretching you out inch by mind-blowing inch. You’re not even sure how big he is but damn it just keeps going. You’re panting softly, your eyes rolling back as he finally sinks his cock into you.

“Ohhmygod” 

Your words slur together as your body trembles underneath him, he leans forward and kisses your neck, taking your hands in one of his and pinning them above your head 

“Look at you, doin' such a good job baby girl. Let me know when to move, we’ll go at your pace” 

He looks mesmerized by the way you stretch around his cock, your tight cunt gripping him. He sighs dreamily, knowing he’s the only man to ever take you like this and he likes that. It makes him kind of wish he’d saved himself for you which is hilarious considering he didn’t even know you existed. You wiggle your hips a bit trying to adjust to his size and he smirks, pulling out a little 

“Is it too much for you? Too much for my pretty baby to take?” 

Okay Eddie is kinky 

But maybe you can be worse 

You wriggle one of your wrists free from him, he’s not holding them very tightly for your first time and reach for the nightstand 

“You want the condoms, honey?” 

He goes to pull out but your fingers reach your phone first, handing it over to him. He stares at it in his hands and then looks back at you 

“You wanted pictures right?”

Now it’s his turn for his jaw to drop “I-i mean-“ 

“Unless you’re just all talk…”

The look he gives you like you have the audacity to be saying that when you’re just trying to buy time to get used to his size. He ignores you though, and rubs his hand over your thigh soothingly. You hear the shutter of the camera and it sends a shiver up your spine. His fingers ghost over your sensitive clit and you gasp, moving your hips against it as he plays with your clit, grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he films the way he’s touching you. 

You reach out for him, your thighs shaking and he tosses your phone to the side as he goes to lay over you now, kissing you softly 

“I think you’re ready” he whispers as his hips start to move slowly, you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in it for a second as he pumps in and out, moaning lowly in your ear 

“Fucking hell, Y/N” 

He keeps his slow pace up, feeling your pussy clench around his cock as he tortures both of you for the sake of not hurting you 

“F-faster” you pant, pulling at his hair so he’s looking into your eyes “Please, please go faster” 

Goddamn you don’t have to tell him twice 

His hips speed up as he reaches between you and massages your clit in time with his thrusts, your back arches into his chest as you cry out and he bites his lip, grunting as his cock thrusts in and out of you 

He grips your hips again, tighter this time. The muscles in his arms bulged with each snap of his hips, his body moving in perfect sync with yours. Eddie's hot, heavy breaths mingle with your own as he drives into you, the primal sounds of passion filling the room and driving you up the wall, almost the same way he’s driving you up the bed. You hold onto the headboard, your body arching up higher, your tits bouncing in his face 

He pulls out almost completely, then plunges back in, the intensity of his movements driving both of you higher. Sweat glistens on both of your skin as you move together, your moans louder with each powerful stroke.

Eddie's breathing becomes labored, his thrusts more erratic as he nears his peak. His gaze never leaves yours, seeing the passion reflected in your eyes. He feels your body tremble, watching the way your body comes closer and closer to finishing all over him 

It’s so purely euphoric the moment you cum, he watches the way your body arches into his, the way you cry out his name, reaching for him. He holds you closer, finishing inside you fucking finally, he holds it in you, his cock throbbing inside you as he releases more and more and he’s sure it’s the hardest he’s ever cum in his life

You hold onto him, your entire body shaking, your nails clawing at his back, just trying to find something to ground yourself with. He doesn’t pull out as he collapses on top of you, panting into your hair, giving you soft little kisses 

“Jesus I’m in love with you” He laughs breathlessly and you nod, laughing with him 

“I-I love you too”

“Hello??…. What? Buck, Buck slow down buddy. Where??” 

You sit up slowly, rubbing your eyes 

“Baby?” Eddie gets out of bed, running over to the dresser and tossing you a t-shirt, that you rush to get on. He hops around trying to get his pants on while talking to Buck and you nearly fall off the bed, trying to reach for your bra on the floor 

“We’ll be there soon!!” He hangs up and lifts you back onto the bed, tossing your bra at you 

“Eddie!” You cup his face and he finally stops running around 

“Maddie’s having her baby”

Your mouth drops open and you fall backward, squealing and kicking 

“Finally!!!” 

You scramble to get ready just as fast as he is. You don’t bother digging through your overnight bag, you just pull on his t-shirt and snatch your pajama shorts from the top of the bag. They’re short, and show off the curves of your ass and just the bottom of your cheeks. Eddie looks at you as you stumble off the bed and you put your hands on your hips, letting his t-shirt fall over them 

“Hey, it’s this or nothing okay! I didn’t exactly expect to be going anywhere in the middle of the night” 

“It’s not “or nothing” but fuck I’m not complaining” he snickers as he picks you up and your mini backpack and heads straight for the truck. 

He opens the driver's side door and just makes you crawl across the seat. He slaps your butt as you’re crawling and you squeak 

“Hey!! That hurts!!” You kick your leg at him and sit carefully in your seat

“That hurts?” He wanted to sound playful but it just came out worried and you pat his arm 

“You’re kinda big, and it’s my first time. Don’t worry about it okay? If it gets too painful I’ll tell you”

He looks at you skeptically but starts the truck anyway and pulls out of the driveway 

“Sure you will” 

You buckle up in the middle seat and cuddle into him, smiling 

“I’ll tell you all about it!! how sore I am from you stretching me so much… how I can still feel you inside me with every step I take..” you wriggle your eyebrows as he shakes his head, ignoring your ass and concentrating on the road 

“If um… if you’re not too tired when we get back?” You bite your lip shyly and that finally gets his attention 

“You sure you’re up for that?” 

“Are you kidding? I finally had you and you think I’m going to be able to stay off it? I’ve been dreaming about this with you” 

He smiles a little, he can feel the blush creeping up his neck 

“Alright Sugar Cube, whatever you want” 

[joesheistyy]

aches and pains

Joe had just returned back to practice after being out with an appendectomy. While he tried to stay as fit and healthy as he could, sometimes it was just too difficult for him to manage. 

You were at home cleaning up while Joe was back at practice. For the first time in a few weeks, you were left alone with just your thoughts and your music. As you were dancing around the kitchen listening to Hozier, a message came through your AirPods.

From Joey Baby: Can you run me a warm bath please? I’m really hurting rn.

You pulled out your phone deciding to send a cute gif of a dog in a bath return. 

Sure babe, coming right up!

Heading toward the stairs, you receive another message. From Joey Baby: Thanks babe, I owe you.

Assuming Joe would be home soon, you began to run his bath. Plugging up the tub when the water was sufficiently warm. Soon after the bath had been filled, you heard the garage door open and close. Knowing Joe was worn out, you walked down the stairs to help him unpack from his practice. 

“I made your bath babe,” you said, approaching him for a gentle hug. 

“You’re a saint, y/n. I’m gonna go get in right now,” he said as he grabbed a drink from the fridge, heading toward the stairs to go enjoy his warm bath that you so thoughtfully made for him.

You soon followed after Joe, heading toward the bedroom you both shared. You  knocked slightly on the bathroom door, asking if you could have access to his relaxing time.

“Come in babe,” he let out from the bathtub. You approached your handsome relaxing boyfriend. His body looked tense and tired from the practice he had just endured. 

“Can I do anything to make you more comfortable or help you relax?” you asked, approaching him in the steamy bath. 

“Rub my shoulders?” he asked, giving you borderline puppy dog eyes. 

“Of course, my love,” you granted his wish, digging the pads of your thumbs into his shoulders, making sure to especially work out his throwing arm. He moaned out of relaxation. Sometimes, you were able to hit just the spot he needed. You kept working at his shoulders, neck, and back until he seemed more relaxed than before. 

“Feeling any better?” you questioned as you leaned in to kiss his neck that was oh so warm. 

“I am,” he spoke quietly, “do you care to let me sit here alone for a bit longer? I’ve got a lot going on in here,” he said as he poked at his forehead

“Of course babe, take all the time you need,” you kissed the top of his head as you popped his towel in the towel warmer. Leaving the bathroom, you worked to make the bed so Joe could lay down comfortably when he was done in his bath. 

About 10 minutes after you had left the bathroom, Joe joined you in your bedroom, laying face down on the neatly made bed.

“What’s wrong, babe? Still sore?” you asked, going at his hamstrings this time. All you got in return was a groan. If a bath didn’t help in the slightest, you knew it would be a hard night for him. Knowing the next steps, you pulled out a bottle of Tylenol from your nightstand. “Here Joey, take this. Hopefully it’ll help a little bit,” you handed him two long white pills. He took a swig of his drink and laid back down. 

“How about I give you a proper massage, hm?” you questioned, beginning to dig into his back this time around. 

“Oh god, yes please,” he croaked out as his head was buried in his pillow. You knew his poor body was struggling, so of course you had to take care of your sweet Joey. 

“Just relax, babe. I’ll take care of you. Even if it means I have to run a million more baths,” you let a small smile cross your face. 

“You’re the best, y/n. I just love you so much and I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he admitted, head still buried in the pillow. 

“Yeah yeah Burrow, shut it before you get too sappy,” you chuckled out. 

Joe let you take control of his aches and pains, eventually getting comfortable enough to take a nice nap.

[daenysx]

hey!!!!! I just wanted to say that your writing is absolutely stunning!!! You are such a good writer and write the Hotd characters so well. Could I request fluffy daemon fic about him and the reader comforting each other after stressful days? I totally need that in my life rn 😂😂😂

thank you for this request and your sweet words, i hope you like it! i don't know why but i feel incredibly tense today, i just wanted to write this more comforting and fluffy. also i started to love writing soft!daemon, he is just too sweet to write. :(

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curses & bubbles

after a horribly stressful day, you and modern!daemon try to comfort each other.

daemon targaryen is on the edge.

no, literally, he feels like he'll fucking explode. it's a terrible day, disastrous, awful. he wishes for it to end, even prays to the gods inside his head.

he watches the clock for minutes, has 5 more cigarette breaks, and drinks 2 cups of coffee in the same hour. even though he doesn't hate his job normally, today everything gets on his nerves. at least it's friday, he thinks. two days of rest and he'll be fine. hopefully.

when it's time to leave, finally, his phone rings and he sees your name on the screen. he smiles for the first time today since he left you in bed, as he was leaving earlier. he answers your call, impatient to hear your sweet voice.

"sweetheart?"

"oh my god, can you tell me what the hell is wrong with today? are we cursed or something?" you sound tired and frustrated.

"well, if it'll make you feel better my day was horrible too. i think we might actually be cursed."

he hears you exhale. "i'm going home now. did you leave the office?"

"yes, i'm on my way. see you at home, baby."

you say the same words and hang up. daemon drives fastly, silently begging for some relief. he is too tense, he just wants to find some comfort.

he opens the door with his key, and finds you lying on the couch with your clothes on. your skirt is wrinkly and your heels are thrown out on the floor.

"sweetheart?"

you lift your head as you hear his voice. you leave the couch to jump into his open arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. he holds you there for a few moments, inhales the scent of your hair and feels the comfort it brings him. you press a kiss on his neck beneath his collar.

"i missed you." your voice sounds muffled as you talk.

"i missed you too. terrible day, right?"

"mm-hmm. i just wanted it to be over."

he nods, carries you to the bedroom. "let's have a long bath, shall we?"

you nod happily. you love long baths with daemon, he knows how much you love them and he has grown to love them too. you spend hours covered in bubbles as you sit between his legs, and daemon thinks you look adorable. too adorable for his pathetic heart.

"you take off your clothes, i'll prepare the bath." he says.

"and bubbles, daemon."

"of course bubbles, sweetheart."

you take off your clothes and put your hair in a messy bun on top of your head. he comes out of the bathroom, opening the buttons of his shirt, and you can hear the sound of water filling the tub. you walk to him, help him take his shirt off and press a kiss on his chest. he takes off the rest of his clothes and carries you to the bathroom as you laugh.

the tub looks perfect. it smells perfect, too. you think you both deserved this after a long and dreadful day. daemon gets in the tub, his muscles welcome the warm water and soft bubbles. he opens his arms for you and you adjust yourself comfortably between his thighs.

"this is amazing." you whisper.

"yes, fucking amazing."

you put your head on his chest as he strokes the skin of your waist. your fingers play with bubbles and draw foamy shapes on his chest. you hum softly when he brings his fingers on the spot between your neck and shoulders, the muscles there are tense and hardened. you can't help but softly moan when he presses his fingers harder.

"you like that, baby?" he asks. you nod, look at him with big eyes.

"come on, turn around then." he says.

you turn around and your back is against his chest now. he leans and kisses the back of your neck. he kisses your shoulders, and starts massaging the tender muscles there.

"you should relax for me."

you inhale and exhale a deep breath. the water is perfect, bubbles are perfect, and daemon's hands are perfect. his big hands easily cover your shoulders, he applies just the right amount of pressure on your achy muscles. your eyes close after a few minutes, melting to him, and smiling.

"i'm gonna fall asleep on you if you keep doing that."

he chuckles. "it's fine by me. wouldn't be the first time, anyway."

you try to turn around to see his face and he helps you. you see him smiling softly. you smile back, the tension long gone.

"do you want me to return the favor?"

he leans closer to you, cups your cheeks and kisses your lips. he kisses you as you sat there all naked and softened for him, sitting between his thighs covered in bubbles.

"you're too sweet for me." he says.

you bring your hands to his neck as you return the kiss. daemon keeps you there until the water gets cold. he helps you get out of the tub and wraps a soft towel around you. you go to the bedroom to wear your clothes and he does the same.

"so, which one of your shirts should i wear tonight?"

he smiles. "we have to choose a different shirt for each night?"

you nod, as if this is a deadly serious thing to decide. "yes, and i should also choose a pair of knee socks. it's all about the colors, daemon."

he gives you his blue shirt, loves seeing you in his clothes. you find yourself a pair of knee socks. he dresses into comfy clothes as well and you leave the bedroom.

"hungry, sweetheart?" he asks.

you shake your head. "not really, but coffee would be perfect."

he nods. he doesn't feel like eating as well. he takes two of your favorite coffee mugs and prepares coffee quickly. you are lying on the couch on your usual spot and he puts the mugs on the coffee table before he joins you. he pulls your legs on his lap and you lean to the pillows. he hands you your coffee mug and you two drink your coffees when you talk about your own dreadful days.

when the coffees are finished, he pulls you closer, you sit on his lap, and wrap your arms around his neck. you caress his beautiful hair, kiss the spot beneath his ear and he wraps the fluffy blanket around your shoulders.

he holds you there like a baby, rubs your neck and your back. your eyes get heavy with the warmth and the feeling of safety in his arms.

"sleepy, baby?"

you nod. "can we go to bed?"

he turns off the television, the movie you chose for some background noise long forgotten. "of course we can."

he carries you to the bedroom and you find enough strength to go to the bathroom to brush your teeth. he does the same and you both return to bed finally. he holds the covers open for you and takes you in his arms. you kiss his neck before whispering good night and closing your eyes.

he forgets all about his stressful day then. you give him the hope of waking up to a new day, new possibilities. he would've think that is a little bit fucked up before but now he smiles and accepts it. he just holds you closer, kisses your hair, and rubs your back until he is sure you're comfortably sleeping.

"good night, sweetheart."

[idontplaytrack]

✧ Off Night

AJ Campos x chronically ill fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, coarse language, chronic illness/pain(costochondritis is painful asf— has not went away for me since 2019😖) flare up descriptions

In which reader has something they’d call an ‘off night’.

Writing this bc I need it rn🤐 I’m a self-indulgent writer at my core😄

(Pictures used above are from Pinterest & Tumblr)

With each breath you took, the wider the pain spread across and around your ribcage causing you to wince. An unintentional groan left your lips as you laid in bed uncomfortably, on your side. AJ walks into the room to check on you, informing you that dinner would be ready soon.

“I don’t feel like eating.”

She sits down beside you, gently running her hand up and down your back. Very gently. And yet it still made you flinch. “I’m sorry.” AJ apologises for hurting you more and for how you were feeling.

“Is there anything I can get you?” She asks softly, her eyes studying you worriedly.

“Unless I can get a new body, no.” You answered bluntly.

She presses a kiss to your forehead and stroked your cheek before pulling the blanket higher up past your shoulders. After that, she quietly exits the room. AJ wishes that there was more she could do, but she knew she’s done the best she could, and so do you. The pain just made you so incredibly irritable. Every single time you inhaled or exhaled made you feel closer and closer to crying. Just wanting to burst into tears…but you knew all too well that it would just make your pain worse. So you swallowed those tears like your life depended on it— quite literally.

You tried shutting your eyes in hopes of drifting off to sleep, but it did not work and you were growing impatient. And angry. At whatever the hell it was. AJ returns after awhile, thinking that you’d be asleep but clearly, you weren’t. “I’m not asleep.” You huffed.

“How about I run you a bath, babe?”

“I dunno.” You mumbled.

“We’ll try, okay?”

You just let her. What could you do, say no? She’d just go ahead anyway. When she walked out of the ensuite bathroom, she glances at you before picking out a new set of clothes for you. You knew she was worried and you felt terrible about it, but you were also aware of the fact that you needed her to help you right now. If you were alone, you’d definitely just curl up in bed and do nothing. She helped you get out of bed, out of your clothes and into the bathtub. “Easy, easy.” AJ says, “Okay, sit— yeah. You okay?”

You nodded, letting out a little grunt when you strained yourself while trying to sit down. One of the few things that have helped was soaking in warm water. And you wish you could’ve been in here all day, but that’s just…not possible. The sun had just completely set, leaving you and AJ in darkness for a brief moment before she turned the lights on. “Would you want them off instead?”

“It’s fine.”

She sits down on the floor by the tub to keep you company. “Go eat dinner.”

“I will, in a minute.” She assured, “Does the water help?”

“A lot.” You admit, “The relief won’t last long though.” AJ held onto your hand, stroking her thumb over your knuckles as you leaned back and shut your eyes. This tiny gesture gave you a bit more comfort, which you appreciated and gave her a smile in response. “Do you maybe want to eat dinner, here?”

You shook your head, telling her that you’ve got no appetite. “Maybe later.”

“Alright.” She stroked your hair, “I’ll go get you some water, okay? You’ve got to stay hydrated, love.”

“Okay.” You murmured.

She leaves, and comes back with a plastic cup filled with water, and a straw dipped in the cup. “Here you go, honey.” She holds the straw to your lips and you took a tentative sip. “Thanks, honey- please go have your dinner. Just leave the cup on the stool. I’ll just be right here.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded in confirmation, “Yeah. Go.”

“Okay, but if you need anything- call for me.”

You watch her leave, then you hear sounds from further away, in the kitchen. She was having her dinner. You dozed off for the duration of her dinner, and woke up when she walked back in. “Looks like you got some rest.”

“Luckily I didn’t fall back or I would’ve drowned.”

“Tsk.” AJ chuckles, “Come on, let’s get you outta there.”

You let out a groan, having to sit up straight and then stand up. “Okay, alright- you good?” She squints, grabbing your towel off the sink countertop. “Mm.” You mumbled incoherently but nodded. “Okay.” AJ rubs your towel-covered back just ever so gently. She guides you back into the room and onto bed. After helping you get changed, she freezes in her tracks in front of you. “I’d feel better if we get you to eat a little bit while you’re feeling some relief right now.”

“I’ll try.” You stood up on your own, sending her into a moment of panic, “I wanna— go outside.”

“I figured.” She says, walking beside you. Once you two got to the dining room, she pulls a chair out for you and you sat down in it while she got you a bowl of mac and cheese.

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She sat with you while you ate, checking her phone for any missed texts or calls. Then she went around the apartment to tidy it up some. AJ then somehow persuaded you to go to bed, and you managed to fall asleep. Also, she’s thought of putting a cushion under your back so the surface you were lying on was way softer. Maybe that was what helped, because you barely felt the pain that way. “Mm, no.” You mumbled half asleep, “Stay with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere, lovebug. I’m right here.” She shushed, “Sleep now, okay?” At first, she was sitting beside you on her side of the bed, but then she decided to lay down and go to bed early too. Letting go of your hand gently, she turned to be on her side so she could watch you sleep. Peacefully.

Slowly, she succumbed to sleep as well and was only awoken by you a few hours later. You were pressed up against her, an arm wrapped around her as well. AJ could feel that you were cold, and that your face was pressed up against her back. AJ was stuck— she didn’t know whether to stay put or move. You couldn’t possibly be comfortable like that, baby. She thought.

Rolling over slowly, you detaches from you. Your arm falls onto the mattress as she feels your forehead. Shit. Were you suddenly having a fever?

You whined in your sleep at the loss of contact. So AJ hurries up to get closer to you again, holding you in her arms— face to face with you. She anxiously feels your forehead again, “Maybe my hand’s just cold?” She mouths to herself. She could go grab the thermometer but if she tried to get away from you again, you would definitely wake up. She knew that she couldn’t know for certain until you were fully awake so she gave in and just dozed off again.

The sleep was very broken up. Because an hour later you were awake. “What’s wrong?” She looked at you, you’d just stepped out of the bathroom.

“I don’t— uh, it kinda stings when I go to the bathroom.”

“Does your stomach hurt?”

You nodded sadly, “I’m sorry.”

You’re sorry? She felt like shit right now for not noticing that you hadn’t been drinking enough water for the past few days — which probably was what lead to this. “I’m gonna take you to the doctor.”

“No. No, no, no, no,” You declined, profusely, “I’ve had enough of antibiotics.”

“Okay, so what do you need then?”

She couldn’t lie, she was a little bit worried about the infection spreading if it was indeed a UTI, but you knew your body best. And it wasn’t your first time having this happen— it also certainly won’t be the last.

You chugged a glass of cranberry juice then crawled back into bed to sleep. “I’m giving you two days, alright? If you don’t feel better and if the fever and pain gets worse, you gotta see a doctor.” AJ tried to reason with you.

“Okay.” You mumbled, “Cuddles, please?”

She happily obliged but was cautious since you were still in pain, “I’m sorry you’re in pain right now, my love.”

“I know. It sucks.” You muttered, “I just want it to go away. I didn’t meant to not drink enough water or however the fuck this happened.”

“Just let me know whatever you need and I’ll give it to you, okay? Just wake me up and I’ll help you, please. If you can’t get up, please let me help you. I don’t want and you doubled over and struggling on your own.” AJ says, rubbing soothing circles on your back. You simply gave her a nod and laid your head in her chest, making yourself comfortable.

After being sick for a few years, and with AJ being with you through it all since the very beginning, she’s had to learnt a lot in a short period of time. About the conditions, about your habits, how they’ve changed, how to help you manage symptoms, what medications helped and which ones didn’t, the side effects. Everything that came with being chronically ill and dealing with chronic pain. AJ had to learn, and remember them. It was tough as shit and she didn’t have to help you with any of it, but she never once complained. She’s never made you feel bad for needing her help. You may have felt bad on your own, but she has never made you feel bad and just showered you with love and care. Because she was the sweetest person you’ve ever met in your life and she just understood. No one chooses to be sick, but being the usually healthier person meant that she was able to do more than you could. You’ve had to learn to be vulnerable and honest with her and yourself if you wanted to feel better sooner. It was an equally painful experience to go through over time. But you were very glad to be past that stage…so when off nights happen, that’s all they were. You don’t let them linger for longer than needed and affect your mood too much— you let it run its course and did what you knew that could help.

AJ looked at you, heart swelling with pride as much as it ached a little bit, ‘You are so strong, my girl.’

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Comfort - E.N

Summary: Edward Nashton, your boyfriend, wakes up to you in pain. He drops everything he had planned that day to take care of you. Edward feels awful, so he resorts to something that he knows always cheers you up. This is basically a self-insert for me cuz I'm struggling rn.

(Short but sweet, also not edited so if there is mistakes sorryyyyy)

Content Warning: AFAB!Reader, they/them pronouns, birth control, blood, HEAVY period, TOOTH ROTTING fluff, explicit language, graphic description, MY LITTLE PONY :D, Edward being a total goofball to cheer y/n up.

Word Count: 3.4k

Songs for Inspo:

This Day Aria - Princess Cadence, Queen Chrysalis, My Little Pony

Hey Lover - The Daughters Of Eve

The Spectacle - Countess Coloratura (Lady Gaga), My Little Pony

(He would so watch My Little Pony with you...)

~Read Below Cut~

Edward groaned in his bed, turning to his side as he yawned. He squinted, sun peering through the window. Blinking subtle tears away, he reached his arm out, patting the empty space next to him. Confused, he sat up slowly, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. Grabbing his glasses off of his nightstand, he put them on and looked next to him. Y/n was not in their bed, most likely making breakfast. Usually if they got up first, they would prepare some breakfast for the both of them. But, Edward was always the first one to get up, he had a habit of being an early bird. Pushing the sheets off of him, he stood up and slid on a pair of brown slippers y/n had got for him. Looking back down to the bed, his eyes widened at what he saw. A small pool of dark red blood was on y/n's side of the bed, some spots were a light brown, probably dried blood. Frantically, Edward looked around the room, calling out y/n's name.

"Y/n!? Angel?! Where are you?!" He panted.

"In here..."

Edward heard their voice coming from the bathroom. It was weak and shaky, which frightened him. He didn't think twice before opening up the bathroom door, not bothering to ask if he could. They had been dating for almost 2 years, the two of them had very little boundaries at this point. Y/n would walk in while Edward was using the bathroom and hop in the shower, and vice versa. So, he wasn't worried about that, only about y/n's safety. When the door opened all the way, Edward looked down at the bathroom floor to see y/n in one of his shirts, which they had slept in. A pair of white cotton panties were the only thing covering y/n's lower half. Except, the usually snowy white color was a deep red. Drops of blood formed a path on the tiled floor to y/n, where the drops turned into a streaks. A towel was next to them, some sections of the fabric were covered in dried blood, others speckled with fresh blood.

"Oh my..." He gasped, hands on top of his head.

"Edward...can you help me? Just help me get i-in the tub." They asked, sniffling.

He nodded instantly, scooping y/n up in his arms, not caring about the blood. Gently, he placed them in the bathtub. Y/n leaned down, trying to take off their soiled underwear. Edward lifted up a hand, signaling for them to stop. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic waistband, tugging the article of clothing down their legs before looking at them.

"Just toss it. It's too stained to save." They said.

He nodded, dropping it in the trashcan they had in the bathroom. The tips of Edward's fingers were now stained with y/n's blood, causing him to feel sick. It wasn't because it was blood, it was because it was his partner's blood. Blood meant that they were in pain, and that made him feel terrible. Clearing his throat, he lifted the shirt off of y/n, leaving them naked in the bathtub. Y/n looked drained, pale and frail below him.

"What happened?" He asked, placing the shirt on the towel rack.

"I started my period." They sighed.

Edward grabbed the towel that y/n was using before, running it under some water. Placing it on the ground, he wiped away the blood that was scattered on the tiles. The blood smeared around, but he continued to wipe away until it was all soaked up and dried away. He spread the towel out before the bathtub, that way if y/n bled when they got out it would catch the blood. Kneeling on the floor, he propped his forearms on the edge of the tub.

"But, didn't you get that implant in your arm? You haven't had a period for, like, 5 months." Confusion laced his voice.

"Well, my OBGYN said that I could still get them. She said it could take 7 months to fully regulate. I guess this is just one of those rare times it happens." Y/n groaned after the sentence, clutching their lower stomach.

Edward's eyes softened at the sight of his partner in pain. When the two of them started dating all those years ago, he found out quick how horrible and heavy y/n's periods were. They took birth control for it, hoping that it would make them less intense, and it worked for a little while. But, after a while, y/n decided that it really didn't make much of a difference. When they got the implant, the two of them noticed an immediate difference. But, y/n was right, this was probably one of those unfortunate moments. Hopefully, this was the only time.

"Oh angel, I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?" He cooed.

"Can y-you help me bathe?" They asked.

"Of course, angel. You poor thing, you must have been scared." He said, running the water.

"I still am...what if something is wrong?"

"Hey, don't think like that. Your gynecologist said this could happen, right?" He asked.

"Well, yeah...but..."

"Then there is no reason to worry. But, if it gets worse then we'll just schedule an appointment with her, ok?"

Y/n nodded.

"There we go, see? It's going to be ok." Edward reassured, running his fingers under the water to check the temp.

"Is this ok? Too hot? Too cold?"

"No, that's good." Y/n answered.

Edward looked at y/n's face, noticing how pale they really were. He could notice small beads of sweat trickling down y/n's temples. Standing up, he looked down at y/n through his glasses. Y/n groaned, finding the simple task of looking up to be painful.

"What i-is it?" They asked.

"You should really eat something. Even if it's small. Then after your cleaned up I'll make you a nice breakfast." He said.

"Yeah, you're probably right..."

Edward left the bathroom quickly, heading out of the bedroom. His slippers slid against the carpet as he walked to the kitchen, nearly slipping on the tile. He thought about what y/n could eat in the bath, something with protein. Humming to himself, he grabbed a cheese stick from the fridge and went back to the bathroom. Y/n had their head tilted back.

"Here, just eat this for now. Oh, wait. Let me rinse your hands off first." He said.

Placing the wrapped cheese stick on the edge of the tub, Edward reached up and grabbed the shower head. Switching it to the most gentle setting, he held it over y/n's hands and rubbed the blood off with his other hand. The water was turning a faint pink hue, as he grabbed the cheese stick and gave it to y/n. As they began to eat it, he brought the showerhead down to y/n's legs.

"Ok, uh, just let me know if I do something that hurts you."

"M'kay..." The mumbled softly, taking a bite of the cheese stick.

Carefully, he let the gentle streams of water trickled down y/n's thighs. He stretched his arm to his left, grabbing a washcloth from off the towel rack. Running the water over it, he dabbed it on the blood areas of y/n's skin. The red hues trickled down their legs and formed a sickly whirlpool at the drain. He hummed softly to y/n, hoping to distract them from the pain they were enduring and the nauseating smell of iron that hung thick in the air.

"Sorry about the bedsheets..." Y/n mumbled in between a bit of cheese.

"What? Oh, don't even worry about it, angel. I'm pretty sure I can get the blood out. And, if not, we have an extra set of sheets." He reassured.

"Still...I just ruined our bedsheets."

"Well, maybe I'll use them to be a bloody ghost for Halloween!" He smiled.

Y/n looked at him, eyes narrowed and face neutral. Edward's smiled turning into an awkward one. He chuckled, washing away some blood.

"Yeah, you're right. Too edgy." He winked.

"You're such a dork, Ed."

Y/n giggled softly, regretting it instantly as they clutched their stomach. Edward frowned, placing his hand gently over their stomach. Closing their eyes, y/n sighed softly.

"I read that pressure can help relieve the pain, does that work for you?" He asked.

"S-Sometimes. And s-sometimes it turns me into a Kool-Aid Jammer with a hole in the bottom."

"Oh, well, let's not take the risk then." He laughed, removing his hand from their stomach.

Y/n ate the last bit of their cheese as Edward washed away the last bit of blood from y/n's inner thighs. Looking at y/n, he motioned for them to stand up. Groaning, they nodded slowly, grabbing onto Edward's shoulders for stability. He had y/n do a 360, making sure he got every single drop of blood off their body. When he was positive they were clean, he grabbed y/n's hips and kissed the plump of their ass. Y/n loved when he did that, it made them feel comfortable being naked around him. It was a reassuring gesture for them. Edward turned them around slowly, turning the water off before doing so. Grabbing the washcloth he used to wash them, he rung it out and gave it to y/n.

"Use it to catch any blood that comes out. Cup it over." He said.

Y/n nodded, finding his idea to be very smart. But, Edward always was a genius. Y/n believed they were very lucky to be dating him. He was so kind and smart, giving them special treatment all the time. He truly did spoil y/n.

"I'm going to go get you some clothes and throw the sheets in the washing machine. Ok? Is there anything you want to wear?" He asked.

"Sweats and a t-shirt, please."

Edward left the bathroom, removing all of the sheets from the bed. Just like he said, he took them to the laundry room, rubbing some hydrogen peroxide on the stains before running them in the machine. Going back to the bedroom, he grabbed a new pair of underwear, sweats, and one of y/n's plain t shirts. He went back into the bathroom, grabbing a clean towel from under the sink. Placing the clothes on the counter, he wrapped the towel around y/n's body. Gently, he picked them up and placed them over the towel he laid out earlier. He patted them dry, making sure they weren't damp at all, not wanting them to be cold.

"Alright, do we have any pads or tampons?" He asked.

"I think I still have some of those over-night pads under the sink." They said.

Edward nodded, remembering that he saw them for a brief second. Bending over, he grabbed one out of the box, handing it to y/n. Stepping out of the room, he allowed y/n to change into the new pair of underwear and put the pad on. While they were doing that, he grabbed clean bedsheets out of their closet and started to make the bed. He wanted it to be made and ready for y/n to lay down. A groan came from the bathroom, which made Edward frown again. He hated hearing y/n in pain, let alone be uncomfortable. He tucked in the sheets, fluffed the pillows, and even grabbed one of y/n's favorite fluffy blankets from a basket they had in the corner of the room. Placing that on y/n's side of the bed, he turned the T.V on. From his experience in a relationship with y/n, he knew that when they were on their period, there was one thing that always cheered them up.

"Ok, I'm done." Y/n said.

"Alright, do you need help getting dressed?" He asked, opening up a streaming service on the T.V

"Um, no I think I can do it. Hey, do we have any Midol?" They asked.

Edward looked down at the floor, remote hanging limp in his hand as he thought. When the streaming platform opened up, he clicked y/n's profile which read 'Angel'. Going to the show he wanted to play, he tossed the remote on the bed, not hitting play just yet.

"Uh, I'm not sure. I'll go check and make your breakfast really quick." He said.

Edward went to the kitchen, knowing that he had plenty of time to get it ready. Y/n still had to brush their teeth, brush their hair, and take the medicine that they kept in the bathroom. Still, Edward wanted to throw something together quickly. Humming to himself, he thought back to something y/n mentioned almost a year back. They mentioned that berries and certain fishes could help relieve period cramps if you ate them. Edward always found it interesting how certain foods and drinks could help with ailments in the body. Opening the fridge, he was relieved to see that they still had some shredded smoked salmon from yesterday, talk about lucky. He grabbed a plate and put the rest of the salmon on the plate. Throwing away the bag that he kept it in, he grabbed a carton of strawberries and a carton of raspberries. Washing a handful of them, he placed those on the plate as well. Edward looked like a chef in a 5 star restaurant with how he was handling y/n's food. He always wanted y/n to feel pampered and loved, so why would he give them a bad breakfast? He wouldn't.

"Hey, do you want any juice?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah, cranber-"

"Cranberry." He finished their sentence, smiling at the end.

He opened up a cabinet, grabbing a plastic cup that y/n got a gift chop at the museum. Edward remembered when y/n bought it, freaking out because it had a dinosaurs on it. They nearly kicked a little kid's ass to get that cup. It was a soft yellow cup with different types of cartoon dinosaurs on it. Y/n used it so much that the dinosaurs were starting to slowly fade away. Edward poured some cranberry juice into the cup, filling it a little bit over halfway. Cleaning up any messes he made, he opened up their medicine cabinet. Scanning over the contents, Edward mumbled a little 'aha!' when he saw a container of Midol. He shook out two pills, knowing that y/n needed two instead of one. Placing the pills on an empty space of the plate, he grabbed it as well as the cup. Going back into the bedroom, he placed the two objects on y/n's nightstand. As if on cue, y/n came out of the bathroom, hair brushed and put into a short and low-hanging ponytail.

"I made you some breakfast. It'll help you with your cramps." He smiled dorkily, his cheeks raising up and pushing his glasses up slightly.

"Oh Ed, what did I do to deserve you?" They asked, sitting on the bed.

"Nothing. You just deserve to be treated with love, angel. You've always deserved it." He said, grabbing the pills and placing them in the palm of their hand.

Y/n smiled up at him, grabbing the cup of juice. Swallowing the pills, they placed the cup back on the nightstand. Y/n smiled when they realized what cup he got for them. Edward went to the bathroom, brushing his teeth as well and brushing his hair too. His hair was short, so it didn't get too messy, but he still liked to brush his hair.

"Oh my God! Eddie! My Little Pony?!" Y/n laughed, pulling the fluffy blanket from the basket over their body.

Edward poked his head out from behind the door frame, shrugging his shoulders. He gestured to the toothbrush in his mouth. Y/n giggled as he started to hum with his mouth closed, pretending like he was giving a really in depth speech. However, his eyes widened and he rushed back to the sink once foamy toothpaste dribbled down his chin. After a few more seconds, Edward walked out of the bathroom, a few water stains on his white shirt. Sighing, he sat down next too y/n, grabbing them gently.

"How's my breath smell, good?" He asked.

Y/n squealed as he leaned down to them, opening his mouth. Pushing him away, they grabbed a berry and popped it in his mouth. Edward ate the strawberry, furrowing his eyebrows as he did so.

"Mmm, that does not taste good after brushing your teeth." He winced.

"Thank you for making breakfast, Ed. It's a lot of food!" They smiled.

"Uh, yeah. That's because you're gonna share with me. Duh." He smirked, grabbing a piece of smoked salmon and eating it.

"Ah, of course there's a catch." They joked.

Edward got underneath the blanket y/n was using, leaning against the pillow behind him. Wrapping an arm around y/n's shoulders, he pulled them close to him, being careful about where he placed his hands. Y/n sighed happily, placing the plate on their lap.

"So, I didn't ask, but I assume you want to watch My Little Pony, right? If not, we can watch something else."

"No, I wanna watch My Little Pony! It's playing right now."

Y/n had played a specific episode, causing Edward to raise his eyebrow when he looked at the current scene. It wasn't the one they left off on. He grabbed a piece of salmon and fed it to y/n, wanting to remind them to eat. Y/n chewed the piece as they looked up at Edward, he looked to the T.V, laughing lightly as he ate a berry.

"Oh no, this episode? Angel, did you pick this one because of the song?" He asked.

"Maybe..." They giggled.

As if on cue, the exact song they were talking about started playing. Y/n looked up at Edward, eyes wide and expectant. He sighed, rolling his eyes. Instantly, he snapped out of his 'grumpy' demeanor and grabbed y/n's face with both his hands. He mouth the lyrics of the song and acted them out dramatically.

'This day is going to be perfect!'

'The kind of day of which I've dreamed since I was small!'

Edward placed y/n's head against his chest, stroking their hair dramatically as he looked up at the ceiling. He was flamboyant with how he mouth the lyrics, causing y/n to laugh against his chest. Placing a finger to their lips, he shushed them, getting into his performance.

'Everypony will gather 'round'

'Say I look lovely in my gown'

He pretended he had a flowy dress on by waving his hand by his side.

"Eddie! Y-You're making me laugh too hard!" Y/n cried, tears forming in their eyes.

Y/n grabbed their plate, placing it on the nightstand so the food didn't fall off. Edward grabbed y/n gently, placing them on top of his lap. He chuckled slightly, breaking character, but getting back into it quickly. He missed a few lyrics as he moved y/n, but his performance was still amazing.

'The truth is I don't care for him at all!'

He flung his hand to his side harshly, eyes closing shut. Y/n's face was red from laughing as he shook them very lightly by their shoulders, wanting to be careful with them still. He placed his hands over his heart, reaching them up to the sky.

'No I do not love the groom!'

'In my heart there is no room!'

'But I still want him to be all mine!'

Y/n was toppled over, clenching their side from laughing, not from pain. Edward pretended to wipe away a few sweat beads from his forehead. Softly, he grabbed y/n and tucker them back under the blanket.

"I just gave you the performance of a life time, I expect a tip." He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Y/n reached up, kissing Edward on his cheek. He blushed, smiling subtly, dimples forming. Delicately, he lifted y/n's chin up with his two fingers and planted a kiss on their lips.

"You are such a dork, Ed. I love it."

"It's one of my many skills."

Y/n grabbed the plate off the nightstand, placing on their lap again. Grabbing a piece of salmon, they ate it. Edward watched the episode, humming to the rest of the song that was playing. Y/n gave him a berry, to which he took gratefully. He leaned down and kissed the top to y/n's head.

"You feeling better, angel?" He asked.

"Yeah, I am. Thank you, Eddie."

"Of course, angel. I would do anything for you."

The two of them continued to eat their breakfast, watching the rest of the episode. When it came to an end, Edward grabbed the remote, causing y/n to look at him. He blushed, smiling sheepishly.

"Can we watch the one with Lady Gaga in it?" He asked.

"Oh, Eddie. I thought you'd never ask..."

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[mi-rae07]

can i hve a San drabble,like angst cz i am in da mood rn :>

btw i am addicted to ur blog i started a few weeks ago

Choi San : Once Upon A Time

Pairing : Choi San (Ateez) and named character (Park Sunhee)

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A/n : well TO BE FAIR, I did start this off as a drabble, but you can't really blame me it turned into an entire story, can you? It just happens to me.

But thank you!

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Sunhee : and the matters of that village we last talked about, minister?

Minister : it's all under control, your majesty. The people seem to be cooperating well enough.

Sunhee : that is not what I asked, minister. Their health, have the doctors found a cure to their disease yet?

Minister : unfortunately, no. but they have found out that this disease is communicable. Hence why the village is under a lockdown currently.

Sunhee : and how long is this cure going to take? Until my people die of it?

Minister : this is new for all of us, your majesty. All we can do for now, is prevent it from spreading to more people. And you too, please stay safe and try not to step outside of the palace much during these times.

Sunhee let out a breath, standing up from her seat in the meeting room as the other ministers rose as well.

Sunhee : a queen without her people, is no queen at all. I hope you remember that as you work forward, ministers.

Sunhee turned around and walked out of the room, the ministers' heads bowed down as they muttered a chorus of "your majesty's". Sunhee opened the door to her private chambers, rushing to her bathroom as the sight of a knight came to her view. The person that was her retreat from this cruel world, the person that had kept her sane while being queen for the past 5 years.

Sunhee ran towards him, crashing into his arms as san wrapped his arms around her waist with a chuckle. Sunhee wrapped her arms tighter around san's neck, bringing him as close to her as possible.

San : had a bad day?

Sunhee : please don't leave, san-ah.

San smiled, nuzzling his head onto sunhee's shoulder. This was their time of the day, the few hours that the both of them had always cherished. San wouldn't dare leave even if he was forcefully dragged out of her room.

San : I didn't take all this trouble and lied to all your guards to just leave, sweetheart.

Sunhee sighed, resting her head against san's shoulders. She knew how wrong this was, she always did. A queen, with a knight? It would be frowned upon by the entire nation, and it could cause the execution of san. Since he was from the lower rank, only he would be blamed for all this. Which was why they had been meeting in secret like this for the past 5 years, it was the only way the both of them could be together without causing their own deaths.

San slowly brought his hand to the string that tied sunhee's dress together, pulling on it as it came loose. Sunhee hummed as san pulled the first layer of her clothing down, kissing her neck with closed eyes. Sunhee tangled her fingers in his hair, her head feeling light.

Sunhee : san.

San : shh, let me.

San stripped sunhee off of her clothes one by one, all while walking her towards the bathtub. And soon enough sunhee was sitting in the bathtub, san kneeling down next to her right outside the tub. Sunhee ran her hand along san's hair, dampening it as san scrubbed her clean with a soap.

Sunhee : you're so beautiful, choi san.

San smiled, it wasn't the first time he was hearing this but it never got old. Especially when it came from someone twice as pretty as he was.

San : honored, your grace.

Sunhee : san-ah.

San : mm?

Sunhee : I hate that we have to keep hiding like this.

Wasn't the first time either. San sighed, keeping the soap away as he let the water from the bathtub clean her body.

San : sunhee-ya, you know we have no other choice.

Sunhee : but you're a knight, it can't be that bad, right?

San : I am only a knight, love. While you're a queen, queen of the most powerful nation this land has ever seen. And before that, you were a princess. Sunhee, you were born into royalty, born into a life that I couldn't even dream of. As much as I want to be with you openly, you know we both can't.

Sunhee pressed her lips together, her hands clenching against san's as she whispered

Sunhee : come closer to me then.

San smiled and moved closer to his queen, her pulling him closer towards her before crashing her lips against his. San breathed heavily and lifted sunhee off the bathtub, the water from her body drenching his clothes as he walked with her towards the bed. But he could care less, about anything in this world except park sunhee.

Sunhee : I love you.

San : I love you more, my queen.

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San stepped out of the queen's chambers a few hours later, buttoning his shirt properly as the guards right outside the room bowed at him. He was popular enough among the public and his own soldiers. San nodded with a smile and was about to walk away when a voice disrupted him

??? : what were you doing with my sister, knight?

San turned around to face the queen's brother, Park Seo-jin. San bowed as he muttered under his breath

San : lord prince.

He hated the prince.

Seojin : I asked you a question, knight.

San : the queen and I had some matters to talk about, your highness.

Seojin : matters at this time of the night?

San : yes.

Seojin : do you think the both of you are being that sneaky, knight? You think everyone else is stupid?

San bit his lip. He knew seojin wanted the throne for himself, he had been enraged when his father had passed down the crown to a woman, instead of him. It had crumbled his ego to watch the coronation of his own sister. Ever since then he had tried countless ways to bring sunhee down, all of it failing miserably.

San : and? Do you have proof to show to the ministry that her majesty and I have indulged in improper acts as you accuse us of?

Seojin stared at san with wide enraged eyes, his hand clenching on his sword. But the both of them knew seojin could do nothing. Sunhee was far too loved and respected by the entire nation, and san was the commander of the royal army and navy. They were both too important to be killed like that.

San : do not question the dignity of my queen, lord prince. For if I hear another word of that sort coming out of your mouth, I shall have your tongue cut off, prince or not.

San turned around and walked away from a stunned seojin, a victorious smirk on his lips.

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A month later :

Sunhee : what? San, no!

San : sunhee-ya, shh. Listen to me first-

Sunhee : so that you can get yourself killed? San, do not be stupid.

Sunhee was about to walk away when san held her arm, bringing her close to him as he said softly

San : I'm only going for a small battle, sunhee. I will be fine, alright?

Sunhee let out an exasperated breath, looking away with fear in her eyes. She hated when san had to go for battles that were outside of her territory. Because it meant that if something were to happen to san, there would be nothing she could do for him since he was under the territory of another ruler.

Sunhee : you are sacrificing your safety for this, san. Why can't you just send someone else-

San : sunhee, I am a knight. My duty is to protect this nation.

Sunhee : protect, not die for it.

San held sunhee's cheek, shaking his head as he whispered

San : I will come back to you, my love, I promise.

Sunhee wrapped her arms around san, hugging him like her life depended on it. She knew she couldn't stop him, this had to be done.

Sunhee : please don't die. I have no one in the world apart from you.

San smiled, kissing her cheek before whispering

San : I will try not to, my queen.

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2 days later :

Sunhee was now pacing around the throne room, knowing that today was the day san was supposed to come back from battle. She had no news from him whatsoever, or from anyone else that had gone with him to battle. Which had been expected, but sunhee still worried. For her men, and for san.

Sunhee looked up as the throne room door burst open, revealing a guard who bowed down while breathing heavily.

Sunhee : yes? Have they returned?

Guard : they have, your majesty. But the knight, lord san has been injured very badly-

Sunhee cut the guard off as she ran past him abruptly, the guard shocked at how fast she was with all that she was wearing. Sunhee gasped as she saw a few soldiers holding san up by his shoulders while walking towards the infirmary, san's head lowered. There were hundreds of other citizens standing right outside, meaning to welcome their soldiers after a victorious battle. But sunhee did not bother caring about them, as her eyes were trained only on san who seemed to be in too much pain.

Sunhee let out a breath and ran down the steps, the people's eyes widening at the sight of their queen. Sunhee rushed towards san, quickly holding onto san as the other soldiers stepped back with their heads bowed.

Sunhee could hear gasps and mutters of shock around her as she touched san's pale cheek with her gloved hand.

Sunhee : san-ah. San, look at me!

Sunhee lowered the both of them to the ground, san's upper body rested on sunhee's lap as she held his cheek that was smeared with dried blood. She could care less about the dirt and blood getting on her clothes, and she could care less about anyone and anything except san.

Sunhee : no no no, you promised you would come back to me!

San's eyes slowly fluttered open, his eyes hazy as he coughed hoarsely. Sunhee stared at him with anxious eyes, placing one of her hand against his chest as she felt his heart beat hard against her palm. He was alive, thank god.

San : sun-sunhee?

Sunhee sobbed in relief as she hugged san, the soldiers and the people around looking away in part shock and part respect. They were shocked, to say the least, but that didn't lessen their respect for their queen.

Sunhee didn't seem to care, but san did, despite the immense pain he was in. and although this was what he had always wanted, for sunhee to hold him like this right after battle, for her warmth to give him comfort, he couldn't let this happen in front of all these people.

San : oh no. no sunhee, the…the people. You can't…you're not supposed to-

Sunhee : I don't care. I don't care san, let them be.

Sunhee pulled back, eyeing san's wounded body. A thousand different cuts littered all around his body, a few stab wound in his left arm and slash marks visible at every inch of his body.

Sunhee : you're hurt. San you…I told you not to go-

San : sunhee you have to le-let go before your mother-

??? : PARK SUNHEE!

Sunhee shut her eyes tightly as she heard her mother walk up to them hastily.

Sona : what the hell is this? What…is that choi san?

Sunhee : mother, please. He needs help. I-

Sona : are you in love with this man?

The spite in her mother's voice caused shivers to run down sunhee's spine as she held san's weak body closer to her own body protectively.

Sunhee : and if I am?

Sona : YOU LITTLE-

Sunhee turned to a soldier before saying, ignoring her mother completely

Sunhee : call the doctors to my chambers.

Sona : YOUR CHAMBERS! SUNHEE ARE YOU MAD-

Sunhee : THIS IS MY NATION, MOTHER! THIS IS MY NATION AND I AM QUEEN! Hence you will listen, and step aside before I ask someone to physically hold you back from me.

Sunhee turned to the solider once again with fierce eyes as she said more sternly this time

Sunhee : call, the doctor, soldier.

The solider bowed and ran towards the insides of the palace with a small smile on his face. Sona stared in pure shock as sunhee ran her thumb along san's cheek, his big eyes staring back at her with a thousand emotions. Sunhee gave him a small comforting smile

Sunhee : you're going to be fine, my love.

The people outside the palace gates watched the entire thing in awe, some of them having smiles on their faces. Except what any of them didn't know was that the crown prince was watching the entire thing with a wicked smirk on his face, snapping his finger as his secretary rushed up to him.

??? : yes, my lord?

Seojin : round the ministers up for a meeting. It's time for a change of monarchs.

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Sunhee was now sitting next to san on her bed, slowly brushing past san's hair as he slept peacefully with bandages wrapped around his body. Sona was staring at the both of them with furious eyes, asking under her breath

Sona : when did you start loving him?

Sunhee : the day father announced me queen. I've always been in love with him, mother.

Sona : he is a mere knight, sunhee. He is not even a baron. He has no amount of royal blood in him.

Sunhee : I do not love him for his royalty, mother. I love him for the man he is.

Sona : the people will talk, sunhee.

Sunhee : then let them. I still remain queen.

Sona : if it goes this way, you will not. Sunhee, you know the rules. A queen, marries a king. Or even a prince, that is the lowest we can go. Any other person of any other title than those, are not fit to marry someone like you. You know what happens if it does.

Execution, that was all.

Sunhee : I will not let anyone hurt him.

Sona : don't you understand, daughter? You won’t have a choice! Your brother-

Sona cut herself off as a knock was heard on the door before it opened.

Guard : your majesty, your highness, the crown prince requests the both of you to come to the throne room. He has summoned for an official meeting with the ministers.

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Minister : the word has spread around the nation like a wild fire, your highnesses. There is no way we can take anything back now.

Sunhee : and? Why are we so concerned over a few words?

Minister : because our nation depends upon it, your majesty. You are only allowed to marry someone of your own status, by royal decree. Lord san is all but a knight. If you marry him, it leads only to execution.

This had been going on for an hour now. Again and again, the same literal thing. You cannot marry him without killing him.

Except she could, and sunhee had decided something the moment san had came back from battle, wounded.

Sunhee : you think I will stand still while I have a bunch of men executing the man that I love, minister?

Seojin : this, is what I have been trying to say all this while, ministers of court. A woman, is unable to rule a nation, she always will be. A woman is only capable of falling in love, and taking care of her husband. A queen is useless to our nation.

Sunhee turned to glare at her brother who was sitting on his seat next to where she was sitting on her own throne.

Sunhee : shall I tell them of what a man has done to our nation's treasury, brother? The amount of money you have lost through gambling?

The ministers gasped at that. Seojin's eyes turned angry as he turned towards his sister

Seojin : you-

Sunhee : I may be unable to rule this nation properly, but you are no more capable of ruling it than I am. You are unable to rule even over your own self, dear brother. How would anyone expect you, a man, to rule over this entire nation, then?

Seojin : how dare you.

Sunhee : I may lose this throne, but I certainly will not let you sit on it either.

Seojin let out a triggered noise before standing up from his seat, taking out his sword from it's sheath as he was about to point it at sunhee who sat unbothered on her throne. The guards around her was about to point their own swords at seojin when another sword was heard unsheathing, it's golden blade blocking seojin's path as the minsters gasped.

Sunhee : san!

San glared at seojin with fierce eyes, bringing the edge of his sword closer to seojin as seojin stepped back in part fear. He looked every inch of the knight he was, and sunhee had no idea how san had managed to dress himself up in the state he was last in.

San : point your sword at my queen once more, and I will have your ribs shattered into bits.

Seojin : you would not dare.

Except san did not take his eyes off seojin's, almost burning a hole right through his skull with the stare. Seojin let out a huff and sheathed his sword back, stepping aside as san finally lowered his sword as well.

Sunhee : you're not supposed to be here. Go back to my room, san.

San : this is our mess, I will not let you deal this by yourself.

Before sunhee could protest further san stood to the side of the throne sunhee was sitting on, the gleaming point of his sword touching the ground as san said

San : I am in love with the queen.

Sunhee shut her eyes tightly, the ministers staring at san with wide eyes. No one had expected san to actually say that out loud.

San : and if that goes against your rules, goes against the entire nation, then so be it. If that makes me a criminal, then so be it. If that would lead me to my death, then, so be it.

Seojin scoffed, looking away in dismay. Sunhee could only stare at san helplessly.

San : but I will not let anyone say anything against the queen because of this. She sits in this throne because she deserves to, and she's done an amazing job at proving her worth to the people, and this court. And as for the people who do not believe in her rule, you are all free to step out of this nation and never return.

Sunhee looked up at san, her eyes wide. What the hell was he going to do? San raised his head, his eyes not betraying a single emotion as he said

San : kill me if that pleases you, do whatever you want with me-

Sunhee : no. no, san stop.

San : sunhee-

Sunhee : no!

This was it, this was the moment. Sunhee stood up from the throne, looking at the ministers with stern eyes.

Sunhee : the rule book, says that the queen or the king, must marry someone of their own status. If they refuse to do that, the one of the lower rank, gets executed. But that isn't the only way out.

Sona : no. no sunhee-

Sunhee : if I give up the crown, no one dies. If I give up my crown, I get to be with the man that I am now not allowed to be with.

San stared at sunhee with wide eyes as her hands went up to the crown on her head. And before anyone could say anything, sunhee took the crown off her head, placing it on the throne before saying, her words firm

Sunhee : I abdicate the throne.

The ministers started protesting, none of them wanting the queen to leave. But sunhee ignored them all, turning to face san as she said

Sunhee : for freedom, as we both always wanted.

San smiled, letting go of his royal sword as it clattered to the ground. He nodded as he held his arm out for sunhee to hold, the both of them descending the steps together. And just like that the both of them stepped out of the royal palace, the sight of a huge crowd of people standing below the steps coming into their view. And just by the sight of san and sunhee together, all of them seemed to know what had happened. Sunhee stared at them, waiting for anything they had to say.

Except soon enough the people parted into two sides, making a clear pathway for both sunhee and san to pass through. A smile was on all their faces, some of them nodding their heads. San smiled as he looked at sunhee who also seemed to have a proud smile on her face. They both walked down the steps of the palace together, each step reminding them of each of their moments, and all that they had left behind for love.

The people bowed down as san and sunhee walked past them arm-in-arm, sunhee saying words of thank you with a smile. Sona and seojin looked at all of that from the balcony of the palace, sona muttering to her son with a smile

Sona : wherever she goes, she will always remain queen, son.

The people cheered as sunhee and san walked towards their new life, a life filled with happiness and peace. And most importantly, togetherness.

And the world would remember them as the queen who left her crown for her knight, and the knight who was willing to sacrifice his entire life for his queen.

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[copiousloverofcopia]

Some baby ghoul headcanons I have since were all on the topic of babies rn!

Ghouls babies are pretty much like human babies for the most part when their first born.If it wasn't for their gray skin and little tails you wouldn't know the difference.

I like to think their horns grow in around the same time as teething poor little guys :(

They are much sturdier than human babies, and speaking of teething you have to give them the same toys you would a Rottweiler or other big dog breed or your gonna loose furniture legs.

Once they get to crawling that's when the real fun starts. Those little guys will crawl right up the wall and around the ceiling if you look away.

Ghouls have their element from birth and you'll find out which it is pretty easy. Little ghoul loves bath time so much you need to bribe them out of the tub? Water. Digging holes to curl up in, in a special place in the garden just for earth ghouls. Etc...

I completely agree. Ghoul kits are way more sturdy than human infants.

The grow faster in general too, even before birth. The gestation time for a ghoul, in my opinion, would be a lot shorter. Say more like 6 months than 9 (which by the way is really 10 😁).

They absolutely would knawl on everything, leaving teeth marks anywhere they could get their little mouths on.

Not to mention all the bucking with their horns. Also since they are too young yet to realize the difference between them and sibling children....well let's just say the infirmary is always loaded up with human kiddos that tried to go toe to toe with their Ghoul counterpart and ended up with stiches or at minimim a nice goose egg lol.

Also I'm sure there's been many of times where Copia has walked out of his office with one of them gnawing on his arm like a chew toy.

I'm surprised he hasn't lost one yet. 🤔

Also they are particularly fond of Primo's garden, and can be frequently found trying to dig up the rose bushes much to his dismay.

Lolol