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Hot-Blooded
Summary: Reader gets into a potion unknowingly that causes her deepest desires to rise to the surface.
A/N: @jacklesversebingo entry for the prompt "Love Potion", I took this in the direction of LoveđPotion so I hope you enjoy! This is the longest fic I've written since being back, over 1700 words!
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Spicy language, Drinking, Ingesting a love potion without prior knowledge, smutty insinuation, cursing
18+ ONLY
Music blasts from the small speaker on the counter as I whiz around the kitchen, spoon in one hand and drink the other, on a mission to finish dinner before the boys make it home. They had left on a hunt with Rowena earlier in the day, what shouldâve been an easy salt and burn turned into something bigger and, while they wouldâve rather enlisted the help of literally anyone else, the only person with a solution was the red-haired mother of the king of hell. I jump at the sound of the bunkers door slamming open and stick my head around the corner, the sound of heavy boots thudding against the stairs telling me that theyâre right on time.
               âGood timing!â I yell as I hear them nearing the entrance to the kitchen, âIâm almost done!â
               âGood, Iâm pretty sure my stomach ate itself 60 miles ago.â Dean grumbles as he turns the corner into the room, his deep voice pulls my attention from the pot in front of me. My breath hitches as we make eye contact. I almost drop the spoon from my hand at the want that fills my body. He always looks good, but todayâŚhe looks really good. His green eyes are somehow greener, the freckles scattered across his face more prominent, and his hair is tousled just enough to bring the filthiest of thoughts to my mind. He raises a brow at my staring and smirks a little, âYou alright, Sweetheart?â
               I quickly clear my throat and nod, turning back to the stove to take a couple deep breaths, âYeah, yeah, Iâm fine.â I shake my head and turn down the stove eye as Sam and Rowena make their way into the room.
               âSmells great. Thanks for this.â Sam says as he reaches for the bowls in the cabinet above me, âWeâre all starving.â
               I smile and nod, âNo problem. I knew youâd all be hungry, itâs the least I could do.â I slide out of his way and head toward the table. My eyes immediately find Dean again as I make my way across the room. Heâs removing the flannel covering his T-shirt and I canât help the way my gaze rakes over his body. The way his broad shoulders look in that shirt should be illegal, the fabric stretching across his chest as if its very fibers were made specifically for him. He throws the flannel across the back of his chair and turns to grab a bowl from Sam, allowing my gaze to fall to his hips. Thoughts of my head between his legs and his hand in my hair cross my mind in graphic detail and I have to force myself to look at anything else. Iâm practically drooling when Rowena catches my eye and raises her eyebrows in question as a blush rushes my cheeks. I fix my eyes on the table and grab a seat near the door in case I need to make a quick escape.
               Rowena takes the seat beside me and smiles sweetly, âYou look a little flushed, Dear.â
               âIâve been drinking.â I mumble back and pray sheâll drop it; embarrassment rises in my chest at being caught ogling one of my best friends. Of course, Iâve noticed that Deanâs attractive before, what woman wouldnât? But Iâve never thirsted after him like a pre-teen seeing boobs for the first time, and I would rather not be called out on it in front of him.
               Rowena nods, pursing her lips and smiling in thanks as Sam places a bowl in front her, âI see.â She whispers, âAnd what, pray tell, have you been drinking?â
               I look at her quizzically, a frown forming on my face, âUh, my usual stuff. Titoâs and Sprite, why?â
               She hums, taking a slow sip of the soup on her spoon before smiling sweetly again, âI may decide I need a drink soon, too.â
               âUh, okay.â I reply, grabbing my own spoon and digging in.
               The chatter around the table is minimal as we eat, and, in my boredom, I catch myself staring at Dean again. His thick fingers are wrapped around the spoon loosely, his lips slurping the soup off the utensil lazily. My mind rushes to picturing his hands wrapped around my hips as his lips lazily move across my skin, his name a whisper on my own. I can practically see it happening in my mindâs eye, the wetness pooling below me becoming more apparent to me the longer I stare. My gaze slowly travels from his lips to his eyes, which are already schooled on me curiously and I canât decide if the blush heating my cheeks is from being caught again or from the filthy thoughts running rampant through me.
               âDarlinâ, seriously, are you okay?â He asks again, dropping the spoon into his empty bowl, âYouâve been staring at me since I walked in.â
               âUh, yeah. I-Iâm fine, I think.â I stutter out, shifting my gaze from his face to the food before me, âJust, uh, just got a lot on my mind, I guess.â
               Rowena lets out a chuckle at that causing the three of us to glance at her again, âTell me, Dear, did you happen to pay attention when I was telling you about leaving someâŚsupplies in your freezer?â
               I nod, âYeah, you said you left them on the top shelf by my bottle and not to touch them.â
               She smiles again, âAnd did you happen to see what my supplies were stored in?â
               I shake my head, furrowing my brows and nodding toward my drink, âI wasnât worried about what witchy-woo you brought in here. I was worried about getting buzzed while I cooked dinner.â
               She laughs again, louder this time, and stands to slink over to the freezer. My mouth drops when she pulls out two identical bottles of Titoâs, a mischievous smile on her face, âCan you tell me which is yours?â
               âAre you kidding me?â  I blurt out, "Why would you put your supplies in a bottle of Tito's? What the hell did I drink?â
               "It's inconspicuous," The smile remains on her face as she speaks, âAre you feeling a little overwhelmed, Dear?â
               A huff leaves me before Dean butts in, âStop toying with her, Rowena. Whatâs in that bottle?â
               She turns her mischievous smile to him and winks, âItâs not me thatâs toying with her, Mr. Winchester.â
               âYeah, if you werenât so damn pretty, I wouldnât be in this mess! You should stop toying with me.â I grumbled, immediately snapping my mouth shut and staring wide-eyed at him.
               He jars back and glances between Rowena and I. Raising a hand, he points in my direction and then back to himself before smiling at the embarrassed look on my face. I fix my stare at the floor, feeling as if the blush on my cheeks is a permanent fixture there.
               Sam lets out a little laugh, âA love potion, right? Why were you keeping that in our freezer?â
               Rowena scowls and raises her bottle a bit, âWell, yes and no. Itâs a love potion." She makes a pointed look toward me, "It brings primal urges to the surface for the one you truly care for. And, not that itâs any business of yours, Samuel, this was supposed to be shared with the ArchangelâŚif he chose to make an appearance while Iâm here.â
               I grimace and glance up at her, âThat shit was for Gabriel?â
               She smiles softly and gazes at the bottle longingly, âJust to spice things up.â
               âOkayâŚâ Sam mumbles, âAnd how long until this stuff wears off?â He asks quickly, giving me a worried look.
Iâm trying my hardest to keep my gaze from Dean but losing the battle. His furrowed brows and hard jaw leave my wandering thoughts to conjure up plenty of other reasons he could be making that face, reasons that I could provide if heâd give me the chance. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and sigh, the thought of his body on mine overtaking whatever willpower I thought I had left. The heat between my legs is almost unbearable as I rub my thighs together under the table. What the hell did she put in that bottle?
Dean pulls his eyes from Rowenaâs at the sound of my sigh, and glances between Sam and me, chuckling awkwardly, âNot that I donât enjoy the âfuck meâ eyeâs youâre giving me, Darlinâ, Iâll have to agree with Sammy. We need to know how to fix you.â
âI can think of a few ways to fix meâŚâ I mumble, looking up at him through my lashes and quirking an eyebrow, âItâs actually all Iâve been thinking about since you walked in.â
He chokes up a little on the beer heâs sipping and glances at Rowena, âWhat the hell is in that bottle?â
âEnough to keep Gabriel and I going for days, so if she wants to get over this sheâll need to sleep it off,â She states before giving Dean a small smile, âUnless youâd like to help with her little predicamentâŚIâm sure she wouldnât mind.â
A blush rises in his cheeks as she speaks and he turns to face me, âListen, uh, donât get me wrong here, Iâve thought about this before. A lot actuallyâŚâ He gruffly whispers across the table, sending Sam an apologetic glance, âBut, uh, Iâd really rather do this when youâre ofâŚuh, sound mind?â
âYouâve thought about this before?â I mutter, raising my eyebrows and smirking, âHow often? Wait, donât answer thatâŚthatâs the potion talkingâŚI think.â
âStop talking.â Sam groans, running a hand down his face, âPlease stop talking.â
Dean glances nervously around, a blush across his cheeks again, âWe can talk about it later.â
Rowena chuckles again and pats his shoulder, âSomeone should tuck her in before she sayâs something sheâll regret.â
I nod quickly, and turn to Sam, âIâm very sorry, but could you walk me to my room before I fuck your brothers brains out on this table.â
He grimaces and stands, turning to Rowena and pointing toward the bottle, âKeep that in your own freezer next time.â
âOr leave it hereâŚâ Dean mumbles, smirking at me as Sam pushes me out the door, âSleep tight, Darlinâ. I have a feeling youâre gonna need it.â He winks and I outwardly groan, my bottom lip jutting out as Sam continues to drag me down the hallway.
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A/N: I have an idea for a smutty part two, if you'd be interested? Please comment and let me know!
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Sunshine
Description: just an idea I had. Might make it a series. Might not. Readerâs callsign is âRayâ. TW - Reader is depressed and has been through some shit.
Not decided who Iâm going to make the main love interest, if anyone at all. Hell, not even decided if itâs worth continuing. Hit me up with ideas if you like what you readâŚ
The rain hammers against the living room window. The window of your shitty, little rented flat in a dodgy, shitty area. It was cheap though. And it was a roof -albeit a temperamental, leaky one - over your head.
It was your decision, after all. You could still be slaving away as a soldier. Giving your all, with no reward. What had you even been fighting for, anyway? Oh yeah! Arrogant men wanting to play a game of chess with your life. Nah. Youâd choose your shit flat and shit job, thanks.
The bottle of cheap wine looks real nice right about now, what with the rain not letting up. But you hadnât done a food shop for two weeks, and youâd used your last packet of instant noodles last night. Shit.
Your jacket is still damp from this morning, you notice, feeling regretful for not hanging it up over the radiator as you zip it up. Itâs not as if you allow yourself the expense of using the central heating anyway. You tuck the stray bits of hair, that were poking out, underneath the hood and brace yourself.
âOnce more into the voidâ you tut lamely to yourself, before stepping into the rain, on the hunt for dinner. âGoinâ fuckinâ mad, talking to myself nowâ you roll your eyes at the voice in your head, sick to the back teeth of your failing life.
The familiar, chipped door of the local corner shop jingles as you enter. You stamp the wet off of your boots on the dirty mat at the door, not that it made a jot of difference to the trail of wet you left in your wake.
âHello you!â Ravi, the (overly) cheery, elderly shopkeeper shouts. I nod, sending a tight lipped smile in response to his greeting. âThis rain, eh! Itâs pouring down! Madness out there!â his accented voice says chattily, as you try to disappear behind a shelving unit stacked with tinned soups.
âYeah, madâ you grit out, monotonously.
âChatty as always, eh?â - âyepâ good god, please stop talking to me! Not in the mood..
You grab two tins of soup, and three 29p noodle packets and head back to the counter to pay. Ravi scans your selection through and looks up at you with a raised eyebrow, awaiting something else. You sigh. âThe norm, Ravi, if you willâ you say. âThought you might have quit! Bad vice to have, a young thing like you..â
You choose to ignore that comment, as he slides the packet of cigarettes over the counter. âÂŁ16.49â. You pull the slightly soggy twenty from your pocket and hand it over and he quickly counts your change and youâre on your way, the ding of the shop door sounding your departure.
The rain has somehow worsened, so you decide to run the mile and a half back to your flat, pissed off that youâd had to put any effort in, whatsoever. Youâve kept your fitness levels up since your military days. You huff a laugh at your own expense. Knew the morning jogs before work were worth while.. you think to yourself.
Work. Fuck. Youâd not finished until 5am this morning, hence the wet jacket. Drunkards had crawled in after winning the football match, refusing to leave until gone 3am, and leaving a shit tonne of mess behind that needed cleaned up. You got decent tips though. Tips that your landlord would snatch off of you thanks to the fact that you were a month behind on rent payments. Easy come easy go, you thought to yourself, as you jog back to the flat.
You get back in record time but halt abruptly when you reach the door. The rain has, by this point, soaked completely through your jacket, but something else has caught your attention. The door handle (which lost its spring a while ago) is slanted down. Someone has visited while youâve been gone.
âFuckâ you whisper to yourself, before quietly shoving the pack of cigs down your bra to try and keep them dry, and gently stacking the tins and packs of noodles into your post box, for safe keeping, while you investigate..
On second thoughts..
You grab one tin, and carry it as a weapon. Just in case, right? Old habits die hardâŚ
You step in, silently, and notice the wet footprints leading to the kitchen. They werenât even trying to be subtle, what the actual fuck?!
Slinking towards the kitchen, acting every bit the trained operative that you once were, you round the corner, ready to beat the intruder to ever lasting shit with your soup can, when your eyes meet something - or someone, for that matter - that draws the breathe from your lungs.
âGet outâ you all but growl.
The intruder huffs a confident laugh.
âYouâve not changed much, apparently.. a âhelloâ would be polite, Rayâ the figure, with their back turned, lounging on your one remaining wooden chair, that you use to hang your washing on to dry, teases.
âI donât go by Ray anymore. Now, get outâ you spit, marching back to the door to grab your remaining tin of soup and packs of noodles, no longer threatened by the unknown, but instead, utterly pissed off at the fact theyâre wasting your time.. You return to the kitchen, intruder still unmoved, and slam the tins down on the counter to try and convey the fact that they werenât welcome..
âYouâve got about 10 seconds..â you warn.
âUntilâŚ?â
âUntil I call your superior..â
âHe knows Iâm here..â
âIâll call his superior, thenâ I threaten.
âYouâll call Kate? Tâwas her decision to send me..â
âLook, Lieutenant. I donât give a single, steaming shit about whatever it is that youâve gotten yourselves caught up in, this time. And if you think I want to be involved, youâre heavily mistaken. And itâs laughable that Kate chose you to try and retrieve me.. didnât even think to send GazâŚ? The only one of you wankers that I actually, borderline, tolerated?â You laugh bitterly.
âI really mean it, Ghost. Get out.â you practically spit his callsign, wanting him to understand that you really werenât considering his, yet unspoken, offer.
âWeâd have sent GazâŚâ he pauses âbut heâs broken. So Iâll have to doâŚâ
Your stomach drops at that and Ghost almost almost sees the break in your facade.
*18 months earlier*
Youâd gone through your entire military career with Gaz by your side. Youâd class Gim has a friend, even though you were detached and fairly closed off. He was always determined to bring down your walls.
The pair of you were eventually split up when he was headhunted for the formidable taskforce, the 141. You didnât see him for months, maybe even over a year, until your unit, which you labelled as âthe Donkeysâ, because they were all so shit, crossed paths with the 141 in Russia.
You, and Shepherd, you came to find out, who had been acting as the temporary commanding officer, visiting from America on a joint op, were the only survivors, not that Gaz knew.
The 141 didnât stick around to check how us Donkeys got on. Just left us behind to do the grunt work, while they, along with Shepherd, moved on. Yeah. Still a bit bitter about thatâŚ
Mission accomplished, in their eyes. Necessary losses and all that.. the Donkeys were just collateral for them.. you included.
You returned to base, under your own steam, injured and forced to practically hitchhike back from Russia. When you limped back through the base security, flashing the dented dog tags, confirming that you were, in fact one of them, you were hailed a miracle.
Laswell called within the hour of your miraculous return and wanted to promote you to Lieutenant of your new unit, of strangers, that youâd yet to even meet. Hell, you were even ready for active duty, with your injuries. You decided that it was all for show. Or out of pity⌠you guessed that, seeing as the rest of the donkeys, and the existing Lieutenant, had been killed, they needed a replacement.
The day of the ceremony rolled around a couple of weeks after, the big names in the SAS, in their fancy suits covered in silverware and ribbons, turned up, to ramble on about what important work youâd all been doing and rewarding medals to hundreds of other soldiers. It was all bullshit.
When it was your turn to receive your medal of distinguished bravery, and to solidify your promotion to the rank of Lieutenant, you stepped up to the stage slowly, and glanced around at the huge crowd, dressed in their formal uniforms, and caught eyes with them. The 141. Gaz was smiling at you, sending a thumbs up your way, mouthing âproud of you!â toward the stage.
You furrowed your brow, thoughts running rampant in your head. Proud of what, exactly? Proud that my entire unit were wiped from existence? Proud that, for some reason, I came back to base?
You froze on the stage. You donât know for how long. You just remember gulping, trying to make your inner voice shut the fuck up.
Autopilot took over for a few seconds, and you step forward again, towards the important guy, holding the medals and sashes. âY/n y/l/n. I present to youâŚâ all you hear is your name, and then his muffled voice.
You take one final glance around the ceremony, and take the Lieutenant badge from the silver tray, earning a few gasps from shocked spectators.
âFuck your promotion. I quitâ
And you left the stage, head held high, and walk away. Away from the SAS. Away from the chess game of life. Away from the danger and greed of those in charge. You were done. Even the donkeys didnât deserve their fate. They were someoneâs child. Someoneâs parent. Someoneâs brother. And they were gone. Without a second glance. But they were oh so thankful for their service, right?
Bullshit.
Canon fodder. Thatâs all you were sent in for that day.
Pawns to be banished from the board for the next step of the game. Bigger picture. Greater good. All that grandiose bullshit.
You remembered rushing to your old room at the barracks and hastily packing whatever you had left. Hoping youâd be gone before someone detained you. Surely what youâd done was some sort of illegal, right?
What you didnât expect was for Gaz and his Captain to come knocking on your door.
âY/n? You in there..?â
âPiss off, Garrickâ you snapped in reply.
âSoldier, open the doorâ the Captainâs, youâd assumed, rough voice commanded.
âSorry Capâ you popped the P, immaturely, âno can do, donât take orders anymore, remember? I quit..â
There was one heavy crash at the door, followed by some splintering sounds of wood, and then the Captain, followed by a sheepish looking Gaz, invited themselves into your room.
âRay, is it? You donât need to do this... Youâre a valuable asset. You have so much to offer. Iâve read your file. You show a lot of promise. Garrick, here, backs that up. Says you and he came through the ranks together, said that you were the only one who could beat him in your year. Is that true?â
You kept your back to the men, continuing to blatantly ignore them and stuff your belongings into bags.
âYou donât have to rush, Ray. I have my other two men blocking the hallwayâ.
You remember furrowing your brow at that, not that he could see. Why was he protecting you? Why was he being⌠nice⌠about it?
âAll due respect, Captain, but Iâm out. Done. Finished. Yeah? Understood? Iâd love to think up some more words to try and get through to you, but I need to get off base asap, before Iâm detained. Hell, theyâll probably decide that what I just did is some sort of war crime. Now.. if youâll excuse me..â you said, pushing past the men and out of the door.
âRay!â Gaz shouted.
âHere, at least take this..â he presented his wallet.
âHelp you find somewhere, yeah?â
You recall being caught off guard at his offer before nodding, sending a tight lipped smile his way.
âThank youâ
*now*
That was the last interaction youâd had with Kyle Garrick. Probably the last act of kindness thrust upon you since, hell, since you can remember...
And now his Lieutenant is in your shitty little flat, that Gazâs money helped pay the deposit for, telling you that he is hurt.
Youâre snapped out of your thoughts by the scraping of the chair against the wooden floor, and the massive Lieutenant, skull covered face and all, standing from said chair, his head practically touching the ceiling light.
âIâll pass on your regards to Gazâ he grumbles, heading to the door. âEnjoy your soup, Ray.â
You wait until his back is turned and he is out of earshot, before gulping and scratching your damp hair. I hope Gaz is ok.. I - I wonder why theyâve came to me..? What the hell has happened..
More thoughts run through your head, and the squeak of the springless door handle jolts you again. Christ, hasnât he gone yet..? Heâs taking his time..
âGood bye, Ray. Trackers in the wallet. If you want to disappear againâ Ghost speaks quietly, as if to himself, before stepping out into the curtain of rain.
Your eyes flash back and forth, furrowed brow. That slimy little prick, theyâve known where I was this entire time.. probably kept an eye on me.. what the actual fuck..
You rush to the door, opening it and seeing the Lieutenants broad figure stalking away into the darkness, the splashing of his steps the only thing you can hear over the pounding rain hitting the street.
âHow hurt is he...â I shout into the darkness.
You donât see, but Ghost smirks under his balaclava, before turning to face you.
âHeâs not taking visitors, Ray. Letâs leave it at that..â
Cunt. Fucking bastard. He knows what heâs doing. Dangling a piece of string in front of a cat..
You growl.
âArghh! FINE. Fuckinâ. Fuckinâ FINE. You win. You happy? You fucking win, Lieutenant. Give me 5 minutes..â
He smirks again, and this time you swear you can see the smugness shine through his eyes. It wonât take you long to pack anyway. Not like youâve unpacked in the 18 months youâve been here.
You rush back into the flat and grab the two loaded rucksacks, untouched since you left base for the, what you thought would be, final time. You grab the door handle, and rush back to grab your tins of soup and noodles. Oh - and the wine!
What? Itâs a waste not to use them..
You join Ghost back on the street.
âWelcome back, Ray..â the Lieutenant says in a cocky voice.
âDonât call me thatâ you snap, bitterly.
âNeed to have a name, woman. Youâre the newest member of taskforce 141âŚâ
âPiss offâŚâ is all you can muster for the time being.
You wrap your soaked jacket, tighter around your body, and pray that the cigarettes in your bra are still dry.
Youâre gonna need themâŚ
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pros
- lee know is big on equal treatment in relationships. itâs give and take for him. if you are someone who takes care of him, heâll do the same with you. there would be times he can become detached, but will always come back and will give his partner the attention he didnât give them when he was being kind of disconnected.
- he takes care of his partner. he hates seeing them sick, so heâll be really cute trying to take care of them. i can see an image of him making his partner soup and making them eat up lol. it doesnât have to be just physical sickness though. if his partner is going through a time of depression, he would be genuinely worried for them and would try everything he can do to make them feel better. he would not leave them in the dark at a time like that. he can sometimes feel bad that he canât do more for them. he does go above and beyond making sure theyâre okay.
- i had to add this in because itâs sticking out to me. iâm getting something about an unconventional relationship. iâm putting this as a pro because i donât see this as a con at all. heâs very picky, however, some may think heâd go for the typical beauty standard, but maybe thatâs not really true for him. now iâm not saying his partners will be ugly lol. im just getting itâs unconventional in some way. for example: a foreign partner, large age gaps, power imbalance, etc. if thatâs not the case, it could just be the example above where his person might not fit the beauty standard, which can make the public surprised. Iâm not sure if this is just 1 person iâm picking up or he just naturally attracts people like that.
- i get the feeling that he would like to learn with his partner. maybe they can both attend a barista class. thatâs just an example lol. even if itâs something he wouldnât typically do, if heâs with his partner, he wouldnât mind. heâs the type to do things with them that he hates lol. like letâs say he hates shopping in person, heâd still go for them.
- i think lee know can sometimes feel bad over the fact that he doesnât have alot of time to be with his person, so heâd try hard to make time. lee know is really responsible, so he wouldnât be late because of his partner or would never miss out on practice because of his partner. however, when he finally has time, he could be extremely tired, but heâd still try to fit them in. they would still have to be okay with him needing his alone time. lee know could be a little unpredictable with that stuff.
cons
- i get some possessive vibes from him. i feel like heâd hate the thought of anyone else being with his partner, so he can become suspicious over little things. like, if his partner asked another man for their phone to look up smth and lee know is just there like ??? why didnât u just ask me ? it would be little things like that. i did wanna add that lee know only gets this way when heâs in a deep serious relationship. if itâs still fresh or still in the dating phase, i donât think he would gaf.
- im not gonna lie, i really feel like lee know is super detached so depending on the person, they can view this as a con. like someone high maintenance would not be able to be with him. he wouldnât be the romantic type as well. but hey, ik a lot of people donât like cheesy romantic shit lol.
- is lee know a homebody? lol it seems like it would be hard for him to take his partner somewhere on dates thatâs not his place. he obviously will do nice things and take them to nice places, but this would be kind of âŚrare? like just on special occasions. his partner can be kind of annoyed by this, maybe they see couples around them go out a lot. this can kind of trigger that desire of wanting to be taken out and shown off too. i donât think heâd do that tho, itâs just not him lol.
lee know is lowkey hard to read, i think heâs just really private so i just stopped trying to get more info after a while.
astrological dice:
uranus, scorpio, 11th house
uranus and 11th house confirmation on the unconventional thing lol. idk why thatâs sticking out so much. lee know is so scorpio coded, so im not shocked scorpio came up.
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Realizing I have no food here really and spending money that I didn't wanna spend is ANNOYING
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#monkey wrench#digital art#This series is very delightful and also in need of more attention!#Usually I would ramble about why love it - however I am going to go a little off the rails and talk about something else.#Namely that this is a gift for a very dear friend who loves this series a lot! One of my favourite people of all time!#Thank you for so many things. For keeping me going when times are dark. For sticking by in the hard times.#Thank you for the incredible soup and the fun moments! For the great recommendations on series.#I sometimes feel like I should thank the universe for letting our paths cross when they did.#It feels cheesy to say all this but I really am such a better person because of you.#Thank you for reading all my silly comics even though you have *no* idea what is going on in them. It means a lot.#My gift of a silly doodle and hopefully getting a few people to check out this show is not adequate to express my gratitude.#But hey - we've got the rest of our lives to keep saying thank you.#Love you lots mate. Can't say it enough B'*)
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I spent so long on that cockroach post that I haven't stretched or eaten or had any water in the last hour. but I'm totally not autistic I promise. not one autistic cell in my body <- spent 4 hours straight on another project yesterday that made me giddy with excitement and didnt eat or drink anything for those 4 hours either
#sarcasm ! btw!!!!!#GODDDD. I FEEL SO BAD#soup time. hoigughghg#I hate hyperfocus. care too much disease#my fingers have been FLYING across the keyboard for the past hour and the whole time I'm like GODDD I NEED TO DO SOMETHING ELSE#but no. cockroach post 1 hour mandatory#I NEED TO BE REEVALUATED. HOW THE FUCK DID THEY NOT CATCH THE FACT THAT IM AUTISTIC#WHAT THE FUCK IS TWICE EXCEPTIONAL. ILL KILL YOU#every single neurodivergent person I meet automatically assumes I'm autistic. I've had someone#stride ACROSS THE ROOM. introduce themself. and go 'you're autistic right? me too'#LIKE COME ON#the strugglerrrrr#listen to my gibberish boy#god. thirsty hungry sore. save me
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Y/n will really eat a meal of just bread & milk & go, "Ah, what a satisfying meal"
#em.txt#you're valid. you can't get a potato or something in there? some carrots?#like. a soup maybe?#also no mention of temperature on that milk. room temp? heated? cooled? we just don't know#I'm hovering behind y/n like an apparition like nooo you need vitamins dog!!!!#well at least we have strong bones i guess#hold on more vegetables have been confirmed to exist wtf why aren't we eating anything else
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any time that I experience cramps I immediately become a frail victorian woman, curled up on the nearest soft surface and waiting for death
#melon rambles#the only good thing is that somehow my work schedule and my period have been magically timed together for the last couple months somehow#so the last couple times that I've woken up and been like 'I feel like I'm being stabbed' it's happened on a day that I don't have to go in#I made the mistake today of not immediately taking pain killers#I waited a bit because it didn't seem that bad at first#and then the pain ramped up a fair bit in the last hour or two messing up my appetite so much that I couldn't even eat a can of soup#so now I'm just chilling in bed waiting for the tylenol to kick in so I can figure out if I'm hungry or if there's something else I need#I think I probably just need more iron based on fatigued I am
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literally how hard is it to listen to someone when listening to someone means that u end up doing less work..........
#nonranghaes.txt#the soup i had in the crock pot was put away despite me saying 'btw i need to add something else to it but its like 4 am so itll have to#wait until the stores r open.' and it was put away before the stores were open.#like. is it rly so hard to listen to someone.#apparently! fuck me ig!#i just wish i had someone who could listen when i say things and not just do whatever the fuck they want
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im trying to learn how to better keep & reheat leftovers (bc if i dont know how to do a specific thing my brain won't let me try At All) and im getting better at eating bc im learning how to rely on food i know i like & lasts me at least a few days but is very easily heatable
#frozen meals are quick but i cannot rely on them#because they always either taste really off or i'm allergic to like 5 things in them (BROCCOLI WHY ARE YOU EVERYWHERE)#but if i know a recipe my mom can make at home#then we just make like 4 servings and i eat that for 4 days#and i genuinely do really like eating the same meal every day (it's The Tismâ˘) so it really works#usually i really only know how to reheat things with rice & pasta#because. well. i eat a lot of rice and pasta#but other foods like. my brain goes BAD NO when i get it out of the fridge bc its Not How Im Used To#like i always have a strong reaction to refrigerated chicken bc it smells SO BAD as a leftover but its still fine#but my brain is like *NO!!!! ROTTEN!!!!! SPOILED!!!!!!* i have to like convince it it's fine with Facts and Logic#and so i'm learning how these foods react to being refrigerated so it doesnt freak me out (REFRIGERATED SOUP MY BEFUDDLING)#and learning how to make them last longer (i can save my sandwiches now without the bread getting rock hard!!)#and its kind of helping me eat more often#it doesnt help as much with the days where brain says No Food No Thanks Fuck You#but it DOES help with the days where i dont have the energy/time/physical ability to make something else#usually i don't eat a lot when my mom isn't home because i need her help with Basically Everything now#but if i have something i can quickly shove into the microwave its a lot easier for me to get food by myself#AND i have our crappy old microwave in my room (its 700w lmao) so if i REALLY cant do much#i can just snatch the food from the fridge and sit in bed while it heats up#i'm planning on getting a mini fridge for my room soon to stock emergency meals#the one im looking at is only 200$ plus it has a mini freezer too so i might actually be able to in a couple months#which makes me happy i love finally making progress on accessibility goals
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LOADS OF FUN : TODOROKI x READER
SUMMARY: After moving into your first apartment together, Shouto seems more amorous than ever. You're not sure whyâbut when he comes home to you doing a load of laundry, more than your clothes are about to get tumbled. TAGS/WARNINGS: nsft (18+ only, minors please dni!), pro hero au, gn + afab reader, established relationship, fluff, emotional sex, table sex, cunnilingus, the shouto domesticity kink agenda goes absolutely crazy in this one lol (2.8k) NOTES: This piece is part of my pretty boy summer Shouto x Reader collab! Please go check out the other incredible fics people have written over the course of the summer; you will absolutely die over how good they are. This fic was also made possible through donations to the Fics for Gaza project. I cannot thank everyone who donated to one of the charities enough, as well as those who organized, reblogged, discussed, and got the word out. Lastly, I am so grateful for your immeasurable patience with me as I take time between fics to manage my workload, I hope I'm not too out of practice here lol. In summary: thank you, thank you, a million times thank you.
The sound of the door opening was hidden in the thump and glug of the washing machine starting its spin cycle.
Halfway across the house, you were obliviousâyou had the clean laundry spread out on the kitchen table, hunting through the pile trying to match one of Shoutoâs socks to another that seemed to have vanished into that mysterious void which opens somewhere between the laundry basket and the dryer. One of his shirts was half-folded over your shoulder, abandoned in favor of the sock search.
The rest of your things were still mostly tangled together on the table, warm and fresh and cottony, the few shirts youâd already folded sagging off the kitchen chairs.
It still gave you a little thrillâeven several weeks after youâd moved in togetherâto see Shoutoâs things twined up with yoursâhis enormous socks dwarfing yours, your sweaters clinging to the occasional piece of his hero suit that hadnât seen enough action to need his agencyâs industrial cleaners.
It all added to your sense of satisfaction with your afternoonâa frosty weekend day youâd spent cozy indoors, moving slowly and leisurely through some chores. A pot of soup simmered on the stove, and your favorite playlist worked itself through in lazy loops. Shouto was due off his rotation soon, and you hummed contentedly to yourself, entertaining pleased little fantasies of curling up with him for the rest of the weekend.
Which of course is when something moved in the corner of your eye. Your hum sawed up into a strangled screech, and you whipped around, flailing. Shoutoâs sock launched itself full force at the intruder before you even registered youâd thrown it. In your shock, your leg caught against the table and you went stumblingâ
âright into a pair of warm hands that caught you about the waist.
Your hands were on the manâs shoulders to push him off before you realized you recognized the touchâand that youâd caught sight of a distinct mop of scarlet and white hair as youâd whipped around.
âShouto! Again?â you scolded reflexively, even as your heartbeat stuttered out of its wild kick into high gear. You tipped your head back to stare your boyfriend in the face, shoulders slumping in relief, letting him take some of your weight.
Shouto peered down at you, that tiny scrunch between his brows that indicated concern. âAre you alright, love?â
Your heartbeat pounded thunderously in your chest. âIâmâfine. But my god we need to get you a bell. I almost peed.â
Shoutoâs mouth shifted minutely into something that might not have registered in anyone elseâs face but was most definitely a regretful downturn on his. He looked even more unfairly beautiful than when heâd left you this morningâa little flushed and windswept from the unseasonable cold, that full mouth pink and pretty.
Your mind flicked momentarily off and back on like a circuit breaker, the way it always did when you had to process Shouto.
Youâd understood he was once-in-a-generation levels of beautiful before youâd even met him, his face staring up at you from the glossy pages of various tabloids over the years. But in person, even after years of knowing him and several more dating him, Shoutoâs appearance still managed to cross all the wires in a personâs brain. His features were an incomprehensible blend of aloof and elegant, sensual and warmâlike a cold masterpiece of a marble sculpture had suddenly found himself with a consciousness and human desires and miles of warm skin.
âI did not mean to startle you,â he said, his voice low and warm. He sounded sincerely regretful.
You knew he hadnât meant toâyouâd long suspected his silent tread was habitually ingrained in him from years of hero work. And, in your most private and ungenerous thoughts, you suspected from years of making himself unobtrusive in his fatherâs home. The thought sat sour in your mouth, like a slice of pickled lemon.
You resisted making an equally sour face, shoving the thought away to make space for the reflexive flush of pleasure seeing Shouto always brought you.
âWelcome home, Sho,â you said instead, smiling up at him. Shoutoâs hands moved on your waist, sliding gently beneath the hem of your tee-shirt to rest on the skin there.
He was still in his hero uniform, and as usual you felt a little goofy in comparison, in nothing but a tee and a well-loved pair of fraying sweatpants, which were this afternoon decorated with little flecks of soup from a brush with the pot.
But Shoutoâs eyes were warm where they rested on you, and that perfect mouth crept back into a contented set. His long fingers smoothed over your skin as he watched you, thumb brushing your hip. He did not look like he found you at all goofy.
In fact, as his eyes dropped down to your ankles, slowly dragging back up to your face, you rather thought he looked a little appreciative. He even took a rather ungentlemanly step back, still holding you, to better take in the whole picture. His eyes wandered over the swell of your hip, the lines of the shirt against your chest, before darting to his own shirt, still folded over your shoulder.
His fingers flexed tellingly on your waist, and those heterochromatic eyes were both a little bit darker as they flicked back to yours.
His obvious regard made you feel warm. You shifted on your feet, shuffling.
âI was justâdoing laundry,â you said for something to say, your mouth feeling kind of dry. Something about him always made you feel sort of shy and light-headed, even after all this time together. âAnd I made soup. I was thinking we could eat on the couch and watch one of those horrendous old All Might films?â
Shoutoâs eyes darted to the stove, then beside you to the pile of your laundry, lingering for a long minute. His long lashes dipped, almost fluttering as his gaze traced over the tangle of your things together. His eyes flicked back to you. He was still for just a moment, watching you assessingly.
And then all of a sudden the world spun in front of your eyes. The hands at your waist lifted you clean off your feet, and you let out a startled âoof!â as you found yourself laid out in the pile of laundry on the table, sheets and sweaters bunching beneath you.
Shouto moved over you, stepping between your spread thighs, right at the edge of the table.
âYou have no idea,â he intoned in a deep, delicious tone that went right down your spine, âwhat it is to come home to you like this.â
You wondered at that, feeling a strange combination of confusion and flattery, when Shoutoâs mouth descended onto yours. His mouth was soft and sweet and insistent and absolutely perfect. The table groaned as he laid some of his weight out over you, pinning you into the laundry as he kissed you.
Your fingers clutched at him immediately, curling in his silky-soft hair, cupping his face to yours. One of Shoutoâs own hands shifted to your thigh, holding you against him as he pressed himself harder into you.
You heard yourself making little gasps of appreciation as Shoutoâs mouth moved down to your neck, laving hot kisses down your throat. You reveled in the feeling of him over you, broad and strong, his shoulders blocking the glow of the overhead light, casting shadows over you.
Heâd been a lot like this lately, ever since youâd moved in together. Heâd been adequately amorous before, of course, and blessed with a pro heroâs strength and unflagging stamina. But a few weeks after youâd moved in together youâd actually decided you needed to reactivate your gym membership given the amount of incredibly athletic sex you were suddenly having over almost every surface in the house.
One of the only spots yet to be touched was the table though, which Shouto seemed determined to rectify at this very moment.
He pulled back from you, his mouth flush from your kisses, looking a little entranced as he stepped out from between your thighs. You made a little noise at the loss of weight and heat over you, but Shouto caught the fabric of your sweatpants, gently but determinedly tugging them off of you. Your underwear was tossed right over one broad shoulder as Shouto went to his knees, and then his mouth was right back on you.
A wave of wild heat licked up your stomach at the noise of appreciation he made before sealing his mouth over you, strong fingers clutching your thighs to keep them apart.
âOh my god!â you said, pleasure zinging right up your spine with the first lave of his tongue over you. âShouto!â
Shouto let out a deep, pleased hum, two long fingers sinking into you embarrassingly easily as he worked your clit with his mouth. Your back arched and you could feel your clothing shift with you, Shoutoâs shirt balling up under your shoulder blade, still half-draped over your shoulder.
âOh, oh!â you heard yourself saying as your fingers twisted in the clothing, shuddering with every lick and suck of Shoutoâs perfect, amazing, talented mouth.
He worked you with the expertise of long, dedicated practiceâeverything about him calculated to drive you insane. One moment he was excruciatingly soft, mouth slack and the touch of his tongue as fleeting and light as the brush of a butterflyâs wing. Then the next he was sucking relentlessly, teasing firmly with the tip of his tongue as his fingers played with you.
Your first climax hit you mortifyingly quickly, and Shouto seemed to know it before you did. His grip tightened on you, holding you down as you bucked against his mouth. Shouto looked more than a little smug as he got to his feet again, unbelting himself and laying back out over you.
He kissed you some more, the taste of yourself always a sort of shock to your system. But Shouto never seemed to mind, and if anything only seemed hungrier for you, mouth pulling at yours like he meant to devour you.
You felt the touch of his hand between your thighs as he lined himself up, then sank into you easily, groaning appreciatively like heâd just sunk into a hot bath. He bit carefully at your neck, one large hand pressing your stomach down to keep you pinned against the edge of the table where he wanted you.
âI always want to come home to you like this,â he intoned into the skin of your neck, his mouth sucking dizzying patterns into your skin. âAlways.â
You could barely think past the slide of him inside you, thick and full and blissfully exquisite. He really was the most perfect man on earth, and he always felt like it too.
You barely managed to blink your eyes open to watch him, trying to catch his meaning in his face. Shouto watched you back, those blue and grey pinned on you like he couldnât bear to look away from you as he moved inside you.
âYouââ you panted out, trying to cling to the thoughts threatening to wiggle out of your grip. âWhat do youâ? Of course youâll always come home to me.â
Shouto bucked into you harder, the slap of his hip against the bottom of your thigh echoing loudly over the burble of soup on the stove. His eyelashes fluttered, mouth softening, and a realization struck you almost dizzy.
Oh, he really liked that.
You suppressed a wave of giddiness, charmed and helplessly pleased that he seemed to like the idea so much. Was that why heâd been so especially ardent this past month? Was it really because youâd moved in together?
Shoutoâs arm hooked under one of your legs, drawing it up firmly over his shoulder so he could press even further inside of you. He looked so good like that that you nearly lost the thread of your thoughts, especially when his next thrust felt like that. Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head.
âAh!â escaped you. âFuck, Shouto. Like that, please!â
Shoutoâs thumb pressed down on your still-sensitive clit and he had to dig the fingers of his other hand into the flesh of your leg to keep you from bucking him right out of you with the way you squirmed. Sweet fucking gods he was unreal.
Shouto fucked you harder, the sound of your skin slapping together obscene in the quiet of the kitchen.
You tried again, struggling to watch his reaction with the way you wanted to throw your head back and babble nonsense instead.
âYouâll always come home to me,â you repeated, gratified when Shoutoâs grip on you tightened, a soft sound escaping him. âYou want me right here for you?â
âAhâyes, love,â Shouto panted, staring down at you again. He looked like he knew what you were doing but didnât care. âYes,â he hissed.
âJust like this?â you prompted, trying not to slur the edges of your speech when he gave another particularly mind-bending thrust of his hips. His chest rose and fell heavily and he looked a little wild-eyed, gazing down at you.
âLike this, for me,â he said. âIn my home, in our homeââ
You could hear the table squeal and groan with the force of his next thrust, and then you had to grip the sides of it to steady yourself as he fucked you, looking blissful. Your nails scrabbled at the edges of the table, caught in between a million sensationsâthe glorious fullness of Shouto inside you, the gentle grind of his thumb against your clit, the way he looked all flushed and beautiful and panting and wantingâ
You squeezed your eyes shut, too overcome with the sight of him to look at him anymore, but it was no use. Your entire body trembled as you came, and Shouto let out a low swear at the way you clenched up around him, hunching over you and pressing himself so impossibly hard against you as he came too.
He slumped down against you, weighing you into the soft-smelling cotton of the laundry you were now definitely going to have to rewash. You could feel his chest rise and fall as he panted, his breath tickling the skin under your ear. He left an unbearably soft, sweet kiss just under the lobe, at odds with the near-wild way heâd just been fucking you.
You warmed, petting through his hair with a helpless affection.
âWell now I know what time I should always do our laundry,â you said.
Shouto huffed into your neck, but you could feel a tiny smile curve his mouth.
âIt is not just that,â he said, but did not elaborate for some minutes until you elbowed him gently. He peeled himself off of you just enough to look down into your face. âIt is the thought of our life together. Our clothes piled together. You in the home we chose and we madeâŚâ he said, trailing off.
But you thought you got the sentiment. It was about how easy it was, how uncomplicated. A safe place to come home to, no expectations, just soup and a pile of sweet-smelling laundry and someone happy to see you. It was something far away from what he'd grown up thinking a home was, possibly something heâd thought heâd never haveâsomething you were determined to make him realize now that he always would.
You let your fingers pull through his hair again, smiling up at him. âI am going to have to do our laundry again, though,â you teased. âIn case that interests you.â
And despite what heâd just said, Shouto did in fact look a little too interested. You watched his mismatched gaze trail over to the closet that opened onto the washer and dryer. A contemplative look snuck across his handsome face, carefully curling the corner of that plush mouth.
âThere is another place we have not yet broken in,â he said slowly, voice dipping low. He looked down at you with an earnest expression completely in contrast to what he was suggesting.
You couldnât help but laugh, and that was all the permission he needed to pull you up, gathering you up in his arms and layering a fat handful of laundry on top of you. His belt buckle rattled loosely beneath you where he'd barely done it up in his haste, and you laughed harder when he turned off the stove as you passed it.
Though it turned out to be a needed precautionâas neither of you found yourselves free to sit down to dinner for several hours yet.
#todoroki x reader#todoroki shouto x reader#shoto x reader#shoto x you#todoroki x you#todoroki x y/n#shouto x reader#shouto todoroki x reader#bnha x reader#mha x reader
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how to realize i've had enough academically speaking today: i started to think about rafael and luca's domestic life, in case they somehow meet and get together after rafael's divorce.
#oc talk#i imagine he would be heartbroken but luca would be able to lift his spirits just by existing. luca would come home#after doing grocery shopping and he would be like 'ah!! i forgot salt and cheese!' while rafael's all 'its ok<3 i'll buy it get comfy'#he would be. really protective; the type to kill the bug except luca would feel bad so he asks him to put it outside instead.#these little kind gestures he shows through the day would enamour him more tbh. i dont think they would fight that much#because luca is just too soft to get angry; and he would be way too soft towards him to get angry at anything he does.#ok maybe he would get a bit angry on the whole 'not doing anything else besides blocking to the person who sends me death threats'#but its not directed at him its more the frustration over the fact he seems to be too kind and non confrontational for his own good.#a family can be a femboy who lives off streaming on twitch; a divorced soldier#and the guy who seems part of their lives because he loves to send said femboy horrific and medically accurate death threats.#also finally luca can live off something that isnt delivery or instant noodles because rafael will cook sometimes for the both of them#although he also doesnt know to cook. a lot of things bc charlotte used to be in charge of that (like the fucking patriarchy /j /s)#but hey at least they can eat homemade soup. or chicken wings. its better than nothing.#another thing is that he would feel suspicious of anything luca's fans send him and inspect the package just to see it doesnt contains.#an explosive or something KJDNKJDSNFJNJ the package needs to surpass his vibe check /j#oh and he would feel extremely awkward appearing on stream even if accidentally so whenever luca is Workingâ˘#he secludes himself on the living room and talks to mary or smth. luca on the other hand would probably talk about him on stream#whenever he knows he will be busy and not come home for a few days or more. he would miss him a lot:c#another thing before going to sleep and because i needed to say it: rafael's sex life would suffer a significant downgrade. and i dont mean#that sex became bad; moreso he doesnt have sex like. ever. his meat stick has no use now besides peeing#maybe now that hes dating someone though luca may be open to have sex SOMETIMES; but for him sometimes is like. 1 time every 2 months#and rafael's used to be way more sexually active (plus the few times would need to be way softer compared to how he was used with charlotte#i imagine that can be a bit frustrating tbh and as any guy traumatized by being cheated on (even more on his case) he would be#somewhat scared that luca doesnt likes him actually and that hes already looking for someone else/has someone else 'satisfying' him already#he realizes it doesnt makes sense at all because hes not that type of person; or so it seems. he was already tricked once for years.#but its ok they will find a solution because theyre đđđIN LOVEđđđ the lingerie luca had for onlyfans could be useful for something#probably
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Toji Fushiguro
Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader
Summary: Toji has a cold and you're forced to deal with it
Warnings: Pure Fluff, Sick!Toji
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Tojiâs a huge baby, youâve never really realized it until now. Everyone in the house got sick except Toji. His response to anything and everything? Suck it up, donât act like a big baby. But Toji isnât a type of God that is immune to illnesses.
Now, Tojiâs the one whose head lays down on your lap, a tissue up his nostril as he cries about how bad he feels. Your fingers run through his hair as he complains. You never thought youâd see him so whiny, but here you are.
âWhat do you want to eat?â You ask him, knowing you have to feed him something or else he wonât be getting any better. You canât deal with a sick Toji for more than three days.
âI just want to sleep. Iâm sleepy.â He answers, but you arenât letting him go to bed without eating something first.
âHow about some soup?â You offer. But thatâs not what he wants. And if heâs not getting what he wants, heâll complain about itâ If heâs miserable, heâll make sure everyone else is miserable.
âI donât want soup! I just want to sleep.â He raises his voice, and you almost want to slap him. Your fingers stop running through his hair, glaring down at him.
âWatch your tone, Toji. Who do you think youâre talking to?â You respond, and he begins to cough simply to remind you that heâs sick. A big baby.
âI donât want soup.â He repeats in a normal tone this time. âI just need you. Keep running your fingers through my hair.â
âI need you to get better, baby. You have to eat something.â You tell him, but heâs having none of it. He doesnât want to eat. He just needs two things: sleep and you.
âIâm not hungry. Just need you.â He answers, and a sigh escapes your lips. You canât force him to eat. You hold back a smile though, knowing that he plays it up so he can get all the attention and love from you.
Unlike you, he actually smiles, knowing that itâs working.
#toji x y/n#toji zenin#toji fushiguro x reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#toji fushiguro#daddy toji#fushiguro toji#jujutsu kaisen toji#jujutsu toji#jjk toji#toji x reader#toji x you#dilf toji#toji fushiguro x you#toji fluff#toji imagine
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every now and then i cook something for dinner thatâs mostly just for me
tonight i decided on beef noodle soup with braised carrot and radish ;~; iâm not following an Exact recipe so i hope it turns out alright but it smells Good
#we just had this discounted beef roast in the fridge my grandfather picked up on a whim and i had no clue what i was going to do with it#but now it's Soup Time.......#also will have green onions and baby bok choy on top#i feel like it needs something else but i can't figure out what
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Just This Once
Pairing: Kakashi x Female!Reader
Warnings: smut, breeding kink, he gets lost in the sauce frfr, situationship⌠ish?, this man wants to RUN, disorganised attachment style (primarily avoidant), penis in vagina sex, teasing, edging (accidental), unprotected sex, creampie
Word Count: 5.3k
Summary: Kakashi discovers that he has a breeding kink. It's kind of a spiritual experience.
Inspired by @rookie98writes's fic Leave It On
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Kakashi isnât used to the strange sort of domesticity that comes with being in a... whatever this is. Itâs not quite a relationship. A situationship, maybe. Heâd say itâs something more than friends-with-benefits, but the two of you arenât really friends, either. Â
You come together every now and then. Thatâs all. Like two passing ships in the night.Â
So why is he standing in front of your stove, cooking dinner while you sort through the pile of unopened mail on your kitchen table? Why did he offer to water your plants while you were gone? Why does he want to do anything for you?Â
Kakashi knows what itâs like trying to play catch-up after some time away from homeâtwo months, in your case. Heâd knocked on your door a few minutes ago with the intention of returning your key, and he must have caught you right after you got back from the store if the two bags of groceries on your kitchen counter were any indication.Â
You looked so dead on your feet that Kakashi took over from there, unprompted. But now, as he stirs the pot of flavourful soup simmering away on the stove, his mind sees fit to wander. Â
What the hell is he doing? Â
Heâs getting too attached. Thatâs what heâs doing. Â
Itâs that time againâtime to cut and run, just as he always does when things start to become complicated. Kakashi makes a habit of ending any potential connection before it can even start, because he canât afford to lose anyone else. He canât get hurt if he never lets anyone in. Itâs easier that way.Â
âI need to schedule my injection,â you mutter to yourself as you read through one particular letter. Then you sigh and toss it back down onto the table, before you lean back in your chair and rub your tired eyes. âWe should probably get used to using condoms again until I can book an appointment.âÂ
Your birth control must be overdue, then. Â
âSure,â Kakashi answers, feigning unbothered. The two of you used condoms in the beginning, but after a particularly gruesome mission that nearly saw him home in a box, Kakashi stopped reaching for the bedside drawer, and you stopped asking him to. Â
He should have known then that he was getting too attached.Â
Still, itâs your body. Whatever you want. Heâll end things in the morning either way.Â
As Kakashi samples a bit of the soup heâs minding on the stove, pausing for a moment to add a bit more salt, it suddenly sinks in â really sinks in â what could happen if the two of you arenât careful. Â
He could get you pregnant.Â
A jolt of arousal shoots through him.
Kakashi doesnât want children, not now, not ever, which is why it doesnât make a lick of sense that such a thing would turn him on. He likes the idea of his seed taking root inside of you. He might even enjoy it, the imagery his mind conjuresâyou bent over for him, begging him to give you a baby, your pretty yukata hiked up around your waistâŚÂ Â
His clan crest embroidered on the back of it. Â
Kakashi swears.
You startle, looking over at him in alarm. âWhat happened? Are you okay?âÂ
âIâm fine,â he lies. Then he proceeds to play it off like he burned himself, but he isnât fine. No, that single thought, that single fantasy, scares the complete and utter shit out of himâbut it turns him on even more, and thatâs so much worse. Â
Heâs already too attached.Â
â
Kakashi doesnât do feelings. He has them, of course, much like any other person, but he doesnât let them show very often, and he certainly doesnât talk about them. He wonât say in so many words that he cares; instead, he shows you through his actions alone.Â
His knees brush the underside of your thighs as he settles between your legs, bracing himself with one hand beside your head. Â
What a vision you make, spread out for him like this. Â
Your lamp had blown when you went to turn it on, leaving the streetlights to illuminate your features in a sickly hue of yellow-green. It isnât romantic in the least, but he canât help thinking that youâve never looked more beautiful than in this momentâmaybe because itâs the last time heâll ever get to see you like this. Â
The sight of you, so needy and wanting, fills his chest with something bittersweet. Â
The tomoe of his sharingan spins lazily as he memorises the curves of your body, the muss of your hair, the rise and fall of your chest as you work to recover from your first orgasm of the night. His fingers are still tacky with your essence, and he smears the residual wetness over the head of his cock.
âYou should wear a condom,â comes your breathy whisper, but you make no move to stop him. Your eyes almost seem to glow as you peer up at him in the dark, worrying your lower lip between your teeth.Â
âMm. Do you want me to?âÂ
His question hangs heavy in the air. The only things Kakashi can hear are your soft breaths and the sound of his own steady heartbeat, which quickens with every silent second that passes. Â
You want to say no, he realises. Â
He wants you to say no.Â
âI like it better without,â you answer quietly, and the implication isnât lost on him. Not when you look up at him with those big doe eyes, like you donât know the risk.Â
Because there is a risk, and he knows it. Kakashi hasnât been able to stop thinking about it all nightâwicked thoughts, terrible thoughtsâthoughts of filling your fertile womb with his seed, thoughts of watching your belly grow round with his child, thoughts of seeing his clan sigil stamped between your shoulder blades like a mark of ownership.Â
His. Â
Against his better judgement, Kakashi does exactly what he shouldnât do. He agrees.
âJust this once.â Â
Just like he says every other timeâexcept every other time, there's never been a risk.
Your coy little smile prompts him to lower down onto an arm and settle more of his weight on you. Kakashi dips his head to kiss you indulgently, savouring the taste of you, the feel of you beneath him. He kisses you like he hopes to convey just how much he missed you while you were gone, like you might be able to taste the unspoken words that linger in his mouth.Â
He kisses you like he means itâand he does. Thatâs why he needs to go.Â
As his tongue twines with yours, Kakashi fills you in a slow, beautiful glide that wrenches a whimper from your throat. He knows he should go easy on you, but he relishes in the rapid flutter of your walls as you struggle to adjust to him after so much time apart. A surge of masculine pride washes over him, tinged with a hint of guilt for stretching you open like this. He isnât exactly small, after all, but you take him so well.Â
To ease any potential discomfort, he smooths his hand up the silky skin of your thigh in a soothing caress, before he trails gentle, placating kisses along your jawline. âIs this okay?â Kakashi asks, voice low, only to be rewarded with a particularly strong contraction that makes his toes curl.Â
âMore than okay,â you sigh.Â
As a test, he shifts his hips. When Kakashi hears your breath hitch, he knows that you can handle more. Â
He starts slow, rocking into you sensually, but he already knows that he isnât going to last. Itâs been just as long for him, and youâre tighter than youâve ever been. Â
âGod, Kakashi, you feel so good.â Â
So do you. Kakashi sucks a bruise on your neck in response, if only to muffle the sound of his own pleasure when your perfect cunt clenches around him again. Â
He needs to pace himself, or heâll finish too soonâbut then you ask him for more, and what else can he do but oblige you?
He speeds up, not overly so, just enough that both of you can hear the slick, sloppy sounds of your lovemaking. The smell of your arousal permeates the air, and heâs tempted to have another taste.Â
Later.Â
âYouâre so wet,â he murmurs into your ear. âDid you miss me that much?âÂ
Maybe heâs reassurance-seeking â just a little â but your answering whine tells him what he already knows.Â
Heâll miss this. Heâll miss you. Thatâs why he needs to go.Â
Kakashi doesn't want to think about that. He just wants to enjoy what little time with you he has left.
âStay with me,â you rasp. Youâve always been good at noticing when heâs stuck in his head, but right now, Kakashi canât help but wonder if youâve just read his thoughts. You see through him so easily. Itâs one of the things he likes about you.Â
âSorry,â he says with genuine apology, leaning in to capture your lips again. You let out a pleased hum into his mouth and lift your thighs up a little higherâan offering, one heâs more than happy to accept, even if he doesnât plan to reciprocate your vulnerability.
Itâs selfish, he knows.Â
The new angle does something to him, or maybe itâs because he's well aware that it would be even easier to fill you up this way. He reaches deeper like this, and the tilt of your hips would perfectly hold his cum in place, increasing the chances that itâll take.Â
He wants it to take.Â
Kakashi exhales a long, shaky breath. He shouldnât want that as much as he does. He shouldnât want it at all. Â
âClose?â Â
Yes, but heâs not going to tell you that. Kakashi pulls back to look at you, only to find you gazing up at him like heâs hung the moon. It makes his heart ache. Â
He stamps it down. âI could be,â he teases lightlyâa non-answer. âAre you?âÂ
When you open your mouth to respond, however, he snaps his hips forward suddenly to make you trip over your words. âIâshit,â you swear, and his eyes shine with silent laughter. Your own narrow playfully as you add, âI could be too, if you keep that up.â Â
âReally?âÂ
To pick on you a little, Kakashi withdraws from your tight heat more slowly than he has all night, agonisingly slowly, until only the head of him remains inside; and then he lingers there, purposely, until the stirrings of impatience start to take you over. Â
Itâs cute, the frown you give him, the pout he sees beginning to form. âDonât be mean,â you tell him sulkily.Â
His lips tug up at the corners, revealing a hint of prominent canine. âMaa, I didnât realise you were in a rush,â Kakashi drawls. âAnd here I wanted to take my time with you.â Â
Before you can read too much into what heâs just said, he slams home. Hard.
Your startled gasp brings on a flicker of self-satisfaction deep within. Kakashi relishes in the knowledge that only he can make you feel like thisâespecially when he starts to fuck you in earnest, prompting you to fling your arms around his shoulders. Â
âF-Fuck, Kakashi, oh my godââÂ
âThatâs it,â he encourages gently. âHold onto me.â
He likes the closeness of it, the intimacy.
You cling to him like your life depends on it, which brings about a funny feeling in his chest that he canât quite shakeâsomething warm and gooey and affectionate. Â
Kakashi stamps that down, too, and traces the line of your neck with his tongue, kissing and sucking at your sensitive skin until you shiver. Seeing your throat so littered with love bites unearths something within him, something primal that heâs always refused to name. He likes seeing the marks heâs left on you. He wants them to mean something.
He wants them to mean that youâre his.Â
Heâs too attached.Â
To distract himself from what he intends to do in the morning, Kakashi picks up the pace, flesh smacking against flesh as he drives his hips into yours, fast and rough, exactly how you want it. Â
It won't last long. Heâs too worked up.Â
Kakashi knows heâll come before you do if he continues like this, but when he tries to slow down, you dig your heels insistently into his ass.Â
âDonât stop, please donât stop, pleaseââÂ
âIâll have to pull out soon,â he says raggedly, even though the thought of finishing in you already has him ready to blow.
When Kakashi feels you lock your ankles behind him, he nearly does. Â
âI want it inside,â you whine, your breath fanning hot over the shell of his ear. Â
His thoughts screech to a halt. You want him to come inside you, knock you upâÂ
âFuck,â he curses, stopping abruptly, buried all the way to the hilt. His cock throbs wildly, desperate for release, forcing him to tightly grip the the sheets above your head in order to stave it off.Â
If he moves right now, heâs done for. Â
When you make a quiet, frustrated sound deep in your throat and wiggle your hips, Kakashi barely manages to hang on. He can feel that tell-tale flutter inside of you, the one that indicates exactly how close you are, but heâs closer. His breaths come out in short, sharp pants as he tries to hold himself together. Â
You finish first. Always.Â
âDonât be mean,â you say again, but you sound a little more petulant this time. Â
Kakashi lets out an exhausted sort of laugh and presses a wet smack of a kiss against your cheek, making you giggle. âYou like it when Iâm mean.â Â
âI like it when youâre nice,â you clap back, voice breathy.Â
Kakashi hums knowingly. âAll right. I can be nice.â Â
Then he pulls back just enough to pepper your face with kisses, and you squeal in delight, though it soon tapers off into a moan when he starts to trail them down your throat, each one more sensual than the last. He palms one of your breasts, gently squeezing, tweaking a nippleâÂ
âCome on,â you whine, digging your heels into his ass a second time.Â
No more teasing. You want him to be nice.
You inhale sharply when Kakashi picks back up where he left off, this time with quick, shallow thrusts that target your g-spot. He smooths his hand down your side, savouring the softness of your skin, then he slides it in between your bodies to rub your clit in just the way you likeâthe way he remembers you like, because heâs too fucking attached. And sure enough, when your hips buck from the added sensation, he knows that itâs working for you.Â
âIf youâIf you edge me again, I swear to godââÂ
Upon hearing the indignation in your voice, Kakashi laughs softly. âI wonât.âÂ
Then he remembers that he wonât have a chance to edge you again. Not after tonight.Â
His jaw tenses at the reminder.Â
âFuck, Iâm so close,â you gasp, holding onto him, needing him, which pulls him right back into the present. âCome with me. Please?âÂ
Kakashi bites back a groan and slides in deeper, readying to do what his body craves.Â
No. He canât come with you. Heâd have to finish inside in order for that to happen.Â
And just like that, heâs back to teetering on the edge. The filth his mind conjures nearly proves to be his undoingâa vivid image of your tight, wet cunt wringing out every drop of his cum until it takes, tying you to him, making you need him. Making you his. The threat of it simmers under his skin, but itâs starting to feel more like a guarantee.Â
Get her there, then pull out.Â
Kakashi repeats those words in his head like a mantra, over and over, like itâll ensure that he lasts, and it worksâat least until you start to move your hips in time with his thrusts. You meet him at the perfect angle, sucking him deep on every stroke, allowing him to slide just beyond your cervix and into that spot that sends your voice into a fever pitch.Â
A choked sob escapes you as you rake your nails down his back, leaving red lines in your wake. The sting of it only sends him higher, and he sinks his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder to prevent himself from blowing too soon.Â
âRight there, Kakashi, right fucking thereââÂ
Right there, so deep within you that if he came right nowâÂ
He groans when he imagines what would happen, and it all ends with his baby in your belly and his family crest on your back. It shouldnât turn him on as much as it does, yet he fucks into you with purpose, nowâhard, deep, powerful thrusts that knock your headboard into the wall.Â
Kakashi knows exactly what that purpose is. The primal part of his brain wonât let him forget it.Â
âYes, just like that, fuck me, make me fucking yoursââÂ
He kisses you to shut you up, because if he hears another syllable, heâs sure to fill you to the brim. Itâs not a gentle kiss, not now. He holds your head in place with a firm grip on your jaw, shoves his tongue into your mouth, and still, he recites his mantra.Â
Get her there, then pull out. Â
Get her there, then pull out. Â
Get her there, thenâ Â
You jerk your head away to gulp in a breath of fresh air, chest heaving from exertion, and Kakashiâs eyes sweep over your face for any sign of discomfort. What he finds is the opposite, and he drinks in the pleasured scrunch of your brows, the hazy flutter of your eyelids, the kiss-swollen state of your lips.Â
Watching your muscles tense and strain as you struggle to keep your eyes on his is one of the most intimate things heâs ever experienced. âCome inside me,â you beg, and he can hear the desperation there, see it written all over your pretty face. âI need it, I fucking need it, Kakashi, give me your cumââÂ
âIâll give it to you,â he chokes out. Anything for you. Anything you want.Â
The way your fingers wrench into his hair belies a hunger that matches his own as you drag him down for another kiss, messy and insistent, demanding that he make good on his promise to pump you full. He can feel the ripple of your inner walls as you come undone, feel the painfully tight squeeze of your legs around his waist, holding him there, ensuring that he stays; and never in his life has he felt so overwhelmed. Â
He canât pull out. Not now. Not when youâre so willing to milk him dry.Â
Kakashi kisses you with everything that he is as he shoves himself impossibly deep inside of you, acting solely on instinct to drown your cervix in hot, sticky spend. He lets out a sound of pure male satisfaction that you eagerly swallow down, your tongue massaging his in tune with every erratic jerk of his hips as he empties himself inside of you, painting your insides white.
It feels good. It feels right.Â
Heâs too attached.Â
He doesnât care.Â
As he comes down from his high, all Kakashi can think about is how fucking risky it is, what heâs just done, which only ruins him more when the post-orgasm clarity finally hits.Â
Why the hell did he do that? Â
What the hell did he do?
Your thighs tremble and shake, a sign that heâs done his job well, though he feels no pride in itâjust a growing sense of panic. Â
He needs to go. He needs to go right now. Not tomorrow. Now. He needs to get the hell out of here and never look back, right fucking now. Â
Then he hears your quiet sob, and his heart leaps into his throat. Kakashi jerks his head down to look at you, and when he sees the tears rolling down your cheeks, he actually does panic. Â
âDid IâShit,â he quickly pulls out to check on you, more attentive than heâs ever been, âDid I hurt you?âÂ
It wouldnât be the first time heâs accidentally hurt a woman during sex, but he really should have taken it easier on you. He probably went too deep, hit your cervix too hard.Â
âNo,â you sniffle. âIâm fine. I just... I really missed you.âÂ
Fuck. Donât say that. Youâll make him want to stay. Â
His eyes soften as they trail over your features â the colour of your irises, the slope of your nose, the curve of your lips â and he gently smooths your tears away with the backs of his fingers. âI didnât hurt you?âÂ
You shake your head and offer him a watery smile. âI also came really, really hard,â you add matter-of-factly, and he huffs out a relieved laugh. Itâs hormonal, then. âTheyâre happy tears, Kakashi. Calm down.âÂ
Teasing or not, someone telling him of all people to calm down is an otherworldly experience. The phrase lands strangely, and for the first time since he came to see you tonight, his thoughts quiet down to a dull background murmur.Â
Theyâre happy tears, you said.Â
Youâre happy with him.Â
Heâs happy with you, too. He doesnât want to go.Â
You frown, then, and lean up onto your elbows to look at him more closely. âWhatâs wrong?â Â
Kakashi canât be sure what you see in his expression to warrant that sort of question, but the fight finally leaves him. He sits back on his heels and drags a hand down his face, feeling defeated for a reason he canât explain. Â
âI was just...â Happy, for a moment. Happy to be with you. âWorried,â he finishes lamely. He canât look at you, not when he feels the heat of a blush creeping up his neck.Â
You laugh and gently cup the side of his face, turning him back towards you. âOkay. Well, Iâm fine,â you pat his cheek in playful reprimand, âbut I am leaking all over my clean sheets, and itâs your fault, so...â Â
That draws his attention. When Kakashi sees the creamy mess spilling out of you, his flaccid cock twitches with interest even after he remembers why his stomach is in knots. Â
âSorry,â he says hoarsely, transfixed by the sight.Â
He wants to do it again.
He shouldnât want to do it again. He feels fucking crazy for having done it once already, when the two of you arenât even in a relationship, let alone in any way prepared for a child. But again? A second time? Heâd have to be certifiably insane.Â
âItâs fine,â you reassure him, and Kakashi wonders how the hell you can possibly be taking it so in stride. He came a lot. Thereâs so much of it dripping out onto the sheets that itâs starting to create a small puddle under your ass, and thereâs even more inside of youâa lot more, judging by how hard he came.Â
It might take. It might seriously take, and you think itâs fine?Â
âYouâre doing it again,â you tell him, and his eyes snap back up to yours. Heâs in his head again, you mean. Then you chew your lip for a moment, hesitation evident, before you ask carefully, âYouâve been acting a little⌠off tonight. Is everything okay?â Â
Every single one of his instincts is telling him to run. Thatâs where this conversation always leads, but heâs not ready for it. Not yet. Maybe not ever.Â
He swallows the lump in his throat. âIâm fine.âÂ
When you frown at him, skeptical, Kakashi shifts uncomfortably under your gaze. Â
âOkay. I wonât pry. But, um, Iâm here. You know. If you ever need to talk.â You say it a little awkwardly, like you arenât sure if heâd be offended by the suggestion, and the worried crease between your brows only grows at whatever you see in his expression. âOr... Or not.âÂ
You laugh nervously, then, and shift away from him, only to wrinkle your nose when more of his cum oozes out of you. Â
Itâs cute. Youâre cute.Â
âYou said itâs fine. Why?â The question leaves him before he even thinks it through, but itâs too late, now. Â
âWhat?âÂ
This wasnât the first time heâs come inside of you, not by a long shot, but itâs certainly the riskiest. âI finished inside. Arenât you upset?âÂ
âWhat do you mean? You finish inside me all theââ Then you stop, and your brows shoot straight up onto your forehead. âWait, is this about my birth control?â Â
âWell, itâs overdue, isnât it?â Â
You stare at him for a prolonged moment, and he can almost see the gears turning in your head. Then your nostrils flare. âAre you kidding me? You thought my birth control was overdue, and you stillââ Scandalised, you slap him on the arm. âKakashi!âÂ
Oh. Well. It must not be overdue yet, then.Â
Of course you wouldnât let him come inside if there was a chance that you might conceive. Heâs a fucking idiot.Â
âThatâs so bad! What if you got me pregnant?âÂ
A lick of heat shoots up his spine upon hearing you give voice to whatâs been on his mind all night. Kakashi stares at you, wide eyed, and blushes all the way to the tips of his ears. Â
You study his face for a moment, before you purse your lips, looking a little troubled. Or pissed off. He canât really tell. âI mean... Did you want to get me pregnant?âÂ
âNo,â he rushes to say, his cheeks burning hot because yes, he did, but not for real. âNo. Not at all. Iâm sorry, I wasnât thinking, and...â Â
And how the hell is he supposed to explain himself? Neither of you are exactly vanilla, youâve explored a number of kinks together, but this is something else entirely. Then again, a breeding kink would make the most sense out of any, considering it stems from a biological urge to procreate.Â
But would you even believe him if he said he only gets off to the fantasy of it, and not the reality? Because if a woman ever said that to him, heâd get the hell out of dodge as fast as he could.Â
A sly smile tugs at your lips, then, a knowing smile, and Kakashi quickly averts his eyes to the window, embarrassed.Â
âYou like it, donât you?â you hum, seductively walking your fingers along his bare shoulders. âYou like the idea of knocking me up.âÂ
Refusing to look at you, Kakashi clears his throat, trying to ignore the arousal that comes on from your suggestive tone. âI donât know what youâre talking about.âÂ
âNo?â The sheets rustle as you reposition yourself, and then, when your fingers delicately wrap around his cock, he inhales sharply and bites the inside of his cheek. âThen why are you so hard?â Â
And he is, too. Heâs already fully erect and ready for another round, and he knows that thereâs no way to lie his way out of it anymore. As you start to work your hand over him in slow, sensual strokes, up and down, coaxing the answer out of him, his head drops back. âBecause,â he rasps. Â
The sheets shift again, and then you crawl into his lap. He welcomes you gladly, splaying his hand over your lower back to steady you, though he still canât meet your gaze. Heâs too embarrassed.Â
âBecause why?â you hum. Kakashi lets out a pleasured sigh as you kiss and suck your way up the side of his neck, stroking him steadily, before you purr into his ear, âBecause you want to give me a baby?âÂ
A soft sound of approval rips out of his throat, and his cock twitches into your palm. âDonâtâDonât say that,â he pleads.Â
âHm? Why not?âÂ
To hell with it. No sense in hiding it anymore. âBecause I might actually do it.âÂ
âYeah?â Your teeth tug playfully at his earlobe before you pull back to look at him, and Kakashi finally wills himself to meet your sultry gaze, humiliated though he is. âYou know,â you muse, âI donât like condoms for a reason. I wonder why?âÂ
The breath leaves his lungs with a whoosh.
Oh, he should have known. Youâre just as filthy as he is. Of course youâd have a breeding kink, too, though heâs exceedingly grateful that youâd kept it to yourself until now. Youâve never been shy about sharing the things you enjoy, which means you probably figured out how heâd react. Thatâs the only explanation.Â
He likes that you understand him as well as you do.Â
He likes you.
âI think I might be able to guess,â Kakashi says knowingly, a smile playing at his lips. When he leans in to kiss you again, all he can think is: maybe itâs not a bad thing to be too attached.Â
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Snippet #1:
âYou said it was overdue,â Kakashi tells you pointedly.
âNo, I said I needed to make an appointment,â you correct, and he can see that youâre struggling not to laugh. âI still have, like, a week left on it. Ish. It doesnât hurt to be careful.âÂ
While you cook breakfast for the two of you, Kakashi wraps his arms around your waist from behind and traces the shell of your ear with his tongue. âWhat if I donât want to be careful?â Â
He feels the shiver wrack your body, but then you do laugh at him. âDown, boy. Three rounds wasnât enough for you?âÂ
âOh, I donât know...â Kakashi pulls you back against him, allowing you to feel the answer for yourself, hard and insistent against your ass. âYou tell me.âÂ
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Snippet #2:
Kakashi hides his face in your pillow, feeling distinctly vulnerable without his mask. âDonât tease me,â he groans, muffled. âI have a delicate constitution.âÂ
You cackle at his discomfort, like the cruel woman you are. âYou donât have to tell me if you donât want to. But Iâm really, really curious.â Then you hum thoughtfully. âDo you want to know one of mine?âÂ
He lifts his head just enough to reveal one curious eye.Â
You squirm a little, then, like youâre finally starting to realise exactly how embarrassing it is to talk about. âI, um...â A pause. âSo, you know how...â Another pause, and you take a deep breath. âOkay. I like to imagine that I'm being used toâto repopulate a clan, I guess. Just, over and over. Lots of kids. But not for real.âÂ
He feels another jolt of arousal at your admission.Â
Looks like youâre on the same page, then.Â
Then Kakashi leans up onto his elbow to regard you properly, and then he lifts an eyebrow, as if to point out how closely that particular fantasy hits to home.Â
Thatâs when you seem to realise who youâre talking to â the sole remaining member of a clan that could probably stand to be repopulated â and your eyes go wide, before you nearly trip over yourself to add, âItâIt has nothing to do with your clan, specifically, Kakashi, itâs justââÂ
âA fantasy,â he finishes for you, amused.Â
 You worry your lip between your teeth and nod.Â
âWell,â Kakashi says, considering his answer for a moment, âI might have imagined that, too. Specifically.â Then he gives you a roguish grin, intending to pay you back in kind for your teasing. âHow many children do you think would be enough for my clan to be sufficiently repopulated, hm? Iâm thinking eight.âÂ
Mortified, you bury your face in your hands. âOh my god! Eight?âÂ
Paybackâs a bitch. âWell, I was originally going to say ten, butââÂ
When you squeal in embarrassment and yank the blankets over your head, Kakashi barely manages to stifle a laugh. Â
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A/N: This is the first thing I've posted in a hot minute, so your feedback would mean a lot - please let me know what you think :)
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no hold on im not done what do u mean a bowl... a bowl? doesn't "bowl" imply this is something you use for food purposes? like that is what you use it for & nothing else? as far as im aware the super bowl is the only bowl that isnt about food (dont tell me anything about the super bowl i dont care). in a bowl? vomit? in a bowl. not a bucket a bowl. the thing u have that u eat in. i need to think about something else i can never eat at someone else's place again
#perth.txt#my mother has many failings wrt food safety. not this one#cw emetophobia#i'm gonna have to make sure everyone whose house i go to doesnt feed me from a vomit bowl. going to lose it#was it designed to break me#wait ppl put popcorn in a bowl?? what size bowl are we talking bc im imagining like soup bowl#i cant imagine ppl are putting popcorn in soup bowls#good god i need to think abt something else STAT my stomach is turning đ maybe its the pumpkin soup though i dunno#i was HEALTHY i ate SOUP but my body CANT BREAK VEGETABLE FIBER so im gonna SHIT#tmi. maybe. thats just the life of ibs warriors tho
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