#i wanna spread him on a cracker and eat him

[allegra-writes]

"We are Never Getting Back Together"

Armand x Daniel Molloy, Lestat x Louis

Crack, All-human AU

Teen and Up

Warnings: Mention of alcohol abuse, mention of arson, mention of animal death, vandalism against Lestat's luscious locks

Lestat and Louis keep breaking up and making it everyone's problem

Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable character, and for legal reasons I won't be accepting tips for this story or any story set in Anne Rice's Immortal Universe. Thank you!

MY MASTERLIST

Daniel never saw himself as the kind of person who could be friends with his boyfriend’s ex. He had always thought of himself as too jealous, too possessive to be able of something like that. He knew, of course, that Armand was friends with his ex-fiance, Louis, but that was different.

Don’t get him wrong, he would still get a pang of jealousy sometimes, Louis was hot as fuck, probably the hottest person Daniel had ever met, and that was saying something. But Louis had actually been the one to introduce him and Armand, and besides, he was too wrapped up in his own relationship for his eyes or his heart to wander off. No, Daniel knew there was no space in Louis’ life for anyone but Lestat.

Lestat, beautiful, mercurial, charismatic Lestat. It had come as no surprise to Daniel, after years and years of hearing about his adventures, his charm, his talent, when his band had hit it big, going viral and topping charts with only an EP and a homemade youtube music video. 

What had come as a surprise, as Daniel interviewed the man for the San Francisco Bay Times, was how quickly they had clicked, getting along like a house on fire right from the beginning. They both had the same sardonic sense of humor, the same wanderlust, general lust for life, and if Armand was to be believed, the same recklessness. Overnight they had become besties, thick as thieves, attached at the hip, so much so it was rare to spot one on a night out without the other. Extending an invitation to one meant extending it to both of them, they were a package deal. 

Unfortunately, that also meant he was, along with Armand, his emergency contact, his first number on speed dial, and his unofficial therapist/attendant whenever he and Louis had a fight. And they fought a lot.   

He was so used by now to Lestat’s late-night emergencies, he picked up his phone before even waking up completely.

“Hmwah?” 

“Daniel, can you come pick me up?” Not even a good night, Daniel, I hope I’m not waking you up then, but Lestat’s nasal voice told him he probably was in no state to think about pleasentries. Daniel went instantly into alert.

“Lestat, what happened? Are you ok?”

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say, because on the other side of the line, Lestat started to sob. Shit. It was going to be one of those nights, then. 

“Lestat, listen to me, are you hurt?” Daniel decided to check, just in case, “Do I need to call someone else?” Gabrielle, the police, an ambulance…

“Lou- Louis and I had a fi- …fight” Lestat hiccupped. Yeah, no shit. “Can y-you come pi- pick me up?”

Daniel sighed,

“Alright, yeah, sure. Where are you?” 

There was a beat of silence on the other side of the line, then some shuffling, as if Lestat was moving around, then a sound of distress, a little pathetic whimper before he seemed to give up.

“Can’t Armand just track my phone?”

Armand was already sitting up on the bed, iPad in hand,

“I got him, let’s go”

Twenty-five minutes later, they were in the bay, parking in front of the seedy bar their friend had undoubtedly been drowning his sorrows in before being cut off, looking for a blonde head of hair in the small crowd. 

“There,” Armand pointed at a slouched figure sitting criss-crossed applesauce on the sidewalk. 

No wonder Daniel hadn’t spotted him before, he was looking for a blonde, and Lestat’s hair was a dirty reddish-purple. Just what the hell had happened to his friend this time?

It took Daniel’s and Armand’s combined strength to pull Lestat up and stuff him into the back seat, uncooperative as he was being.

“Give me the keys” Daniel pretty much demanded once they had managed to close the door without Lestat toppling over.

Armand frowned,

“Why?”

“Because you drive like a maniac” Daniel explained, trying to suppress an eye-roll, “and Lestat’s totaled, so unless you want to be scrubbing his diner off the upholstery at sunrise, you’ll let me drive”

His boyfriend did roll his eyes but tossed the keys at him anyway. 

“Fine. But if he does end up getting sick, you’ll be the one cleaning it”

“Yes, boss” Daniel muttered under his breath as he turned the ignition. A quick side glance at Armand’s unamused face told him he had been heard. 

“Love ya” He offered, sheepishly. There was a choked sound coming from behind. Then, not ten seconds later, full-on wailing as Lestat cried, 

“Louis used to love me!”

“Louis does love you, Lestat” Armand deadpanned, the picture of disinterest on the passenger seat.

“No, he doesn’t!” Lestat all but shrieked, “He called me a sow’s ear! He said I was thin and carping!”

A sow’s ear? Who talked like that anymore? What did that even mean?

Armand let out a pensive hum.

“You are carping. Probably why you get along so well with Daniel…”

Daniel huffed, 

“We’re not carping, we’re simply brutally honest. And for what it’s worth, Lestat, you’re thick af. I think Louis was just trying to hurt you”

“You think I’m thick?” Lestat sniffed. Of course, that was the part he was latching onto.

“Yes, Lestat, you are thick, beefy, swoll, ripped, more strapping than Michelangelo’s David” Daniel could almost physically feel Armand’s new eye-roll, “Happy?”

Jesus.

“Babe… Is there something I should know?”

“Yes, Daniel, Lestat and I are having the most scandalous and torrid illicit affair” His boyfriend spoke at him  in the same bored tone he had used for Lestat, “We’re planning on eloping”

“... Imp”

“... Asshole”

“Brats”

Lestat and Daniel sulked in silence for a while, but at least the blonde had stopped crying. Speaking of, 

“Lestat, what happened to your hair?”

“Louis threw his drink at me” 

Just what was in that drink? Cool- aid? Manic panic? Daniel hoped Lestat had some strong clarifying shampoo at home. It was a testament to Lestat’s love for Louis that the normally vain rock star didn’t even seem to care about his hair at all at the moment.

“He made a mess of me and then broke up with me in front of the whole bar! People had their phones out! It was so humiliating! And then the blaireau blocked me! I tried to call him forty-three times. Look!”

Lestat almost fell to the front seat trying to press his cell phone to Daniel’s ear to show him.

“It’s ok, dude, I believe you,” He said. Then, because he evidently loved to voice the most controversial opinion no matter what, he told him, “Maybe it’s not a bad thing, you know? Maybe it’ll be good for you not to talk to each other for a while…”

Lestat looked completely bewildered. Armand looked alarmed.

“What do you mean?”

Armand was frantically gesturing at Daniel to shut his mouth, but Daniel being the absolute idiot that he was, kept talking.

“Well, I love Louis, you guys know I do. But maybe you guys are…” Dysfunctional? Toxic? More fucked up than Courtney and Kurt? “Not very healthy together. Maybe some time apart will be good for you”

Daniel was sure if the gesture wasn’t so undignified, Armand would have facepalmed. Lestat, on his part, let out an incredulous bark of laugh.

“Not healthy? No, no, we’re passionate. We can be intense sometimes but it’s only cause we love each other so much…”

“Lestat, he set your house on fire once” 

He shrugged,

“So what? He set Armand’s dorm on fire once too”

Daniel felt his jaw drop,

“You realize that makes it worse, don’t you?”

“I don’t know, Daniel” Armand mused, “I had killed his cat…”

“Not on purpose!” Daniel missed the look Lestat and Armand exchanged in the rearview mirror before the latter uttered a dry, 

“Right”

“All I’m trying to say” Yeah, Daniel never knew when to shut up, “is maybe you guys should take a break. You know, explore other options” Daniel really thought he would convince him with that one. How naive of him.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Daniel, there’s no one for me but Louis!” And Antoine, and David, and Dora, and Jesse, and Rowan and Gretchen and- “A break? A break?? What would he want a break for? No, Louis and I are forever, he is MINE! There is a CHORD tying us together, an unbreakable bond! He might not see it, but it is REAL!”

 The rest of Lestats rant went on in a french too fast for Daniel to even try to understand, but he got the gist. Armand occasionally threw the perfunctory dirty look at Daniel, but by the time they reach their apartment, Lestat had worn himself out. It was a struggle to get him to the elevator and an even bigger struggle to get him through the hall. There was a perilous moment right after they got inside when Daniel had aimed for the living room and Armand aimed for the kitchen, and they had almost ended up a tangle of limbs on the floor.

“Dude, where are you going?”

“He is not sleeping on the Massaud like that” Armand’s tone broke no argument, making Daniel sigh but immediately yield, following Armand’s lead to the kitchen sink, where Lestat came to just enough to curse at the cold water being poured over the back of his head, but even he in his drunken state knew there was no use fighting when it came to Armand and his ridiculously expensive couch, so he remained pliant as they scrubbed his head with dish soap.

“Well, shit” Daniel declared when it was clear no matter how much they rubbed, rinsed, and repeated, Lestat's previously golden locks were now a bold shade of magenta. 

“Wha?” His friend made a valiant attempt to ask, but his unfocused stare made it clear he wouldn’t understand -much less remember- what happening around him.

“Nothing, buddy” Daniel was swift to reassure him anyway. If anyone could relate to the confusion, vulnerability, and physical discomforts Lestat was undoubtedly feeling, it was him. “Just, Louis left you something to remember him in the morning…”

Lestat’s already glassy eyes lit up at the mention of his (ex) boyfriend,

“A present?”

Daniel sighed, 

“Yeah, dude. Something like that…”

Next to him, Armand took his phone out and snapped a quick picture. Daniel didn’t even bother scolding him.

“For Claudia?” He asked. Armand nodded. Louis’ little sister and he only ever saw eye to eye to talk shit about Lestat. 

“Claudia?” Daniel tried not to laugh at Lestat’s panicked expression and the way his eyes darted around the room searching for the nonexistent threat. 

“She’s not here, you can relax, dude” 

The former blonde visibly deflated, the tension leaving his frame, making Daniel adjust his hold so as not to drop him as he guided him to the couch. 

“She hates me” Lestat confided before throwing himself on the cushions.

“She doesn’t hate you,” Daniel said with as much patience as he could muster, “she’s just very protective of his brother”

“No, she does hate him” Armand stated with his usual solemnity. Daniel fought not to find it endearing.

“Armand, remember our talk about white lies” He waited till his boyfriend nodded his affirmation, “That was one. Lestat is in a vulnerable state and he doesn’t need to be distressed any further” Not to mention they didn’t need another one of his meltdowns.

“Oh” Armand observed, “I don’t think he’s heard anyway”

It was true, Lestat was already out like a light, snoring softly as he held one of the tiny green velvet pillows to his chest. 

“He looks so peaceful like this, I can see what you saw in him”

Armand scoffed derisively, 

“I was young, stupid and had terribly tacky taste back then” 

“Oh, yeah, I can see how your taste in men improved” Daniel snorted, pointing at his Rick and Morty’s black and green pajamas. Armand hooked a finger on the waistline of his cotton pants, tugging him closer.

“My taste has improved greatly” He declared before crashing their mouths together in a kiss that would have their friend howling and whistling at them if he was conscious. 

A sudden bolt of brilliance had Daniel breaking the kiss to suggest,

“Let’s use Lestat’s face to unlock his phone, I wanna change Louis’ ringtone” 

“... Very well, beloved, what do you have in mind?” Armand’s curiosity beated his annoyance at having their moment cut short. 

“Taylor Swift” was all he needed to say. Armand threw his head back in one of his rare, musical, almost boyish bursts of laugh Daniel loved so much. 

Whatever Lestat’s revenge to their little prank would be, Daniel decided right then and there, it would be worth it.

[l1tw1ck]

Simeon's Devotion

Sub!Bottom!FTM!Priest Simeon x Dom!Top!AMAB!Holy Knight Reader

Word Count: 2,410

Reverend Simeon, plagued by sinful thoughts of a certain holy knight, is suddenly struck with a high fever and abandons his God

AFAB Language Used | 2K Anniversary Request: For a Simeon Fic | [Breaking the Thermostat]

CW: Non-Con, Heavy Religious Themes, Dom/Sub, Virginity Loss, Bleeding, Size Difference, Oral Sex, Cum Swallowing, Cunnilingus, Belly Bulge, Womb Fucking, Squirting, Creampie, Kidnapping

You knock loudly against Simeon’s doors, heavily injured. You hear the sound of shuffling and see the lights turn on inside. Moments later, he opens the door for you.

Simeon calls out your name in shock. “What happened to you?!” He helps you inside.

“Ran into some demons..” You murmur, sitting down on his couch. “Can you heal me?”

“Of course!” Simeon hastily removes your clothes, leaving you in just an undershirt and boxers. You're both already used to this. “How many this time?”

“I wanna say…30?” You watch him kneel down and use his divine powers on your wounds.

“30?! Did something attract them?”

“I’m not sure. I was on patrol and everything seemed normal. The monsters looked strange too. They all looked like distorted versions of God and they were muttering things like ‘sinner’ and ‘dirty’.” 

“That's strange..”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen anything like it before.” You reach to rub your temple but Simeon quickly heals your headache. “Could I have something to eat? I know you're probably tired so something like crackers would be fine.”

“You need to eat a real meal. I don't mind cooking for you. You can sleep over too, all your clothes are washed.” Simeon finishes your last wound and stands up. It's very common for you to sleep over at Simeon’s due to exhaustion since demons usually show up on the outskirts of town and you live a bit further away. “Think you can take a shower?”

You stand up and groan, the sound making Simeon twitch. “I think so. Thanks, Simeon.”

“God must be disappointed in you. So much for being a priest.” You say, staring at Simeon. He’s wearing sexy see through lingerie and an extravagant matching sheer silk robe. His legs are spread and he’s leaning against his bed frame. His tears are glistening against his cheeks, they’re shining like glitter. “You're nothing but a dirty sinner.” You move his panties aside.

Simeon looks at you, batting his eyelashes. Another tear falls down his cheek. “You’re my god now.”

“That’s right, baby. You’re mine.” You slowly begin to ease your cock inside him. “And I’m yours.” You press your hand against his pelvis, a pretty marking appearing on it.

Simeon suddenly wakes up moaning your name with his hand stuffed in his underwear. He gasps and yanks it out. He quickly wipes his hand on his clothes and begins to pray. “Please deliver me from temptation.” He repeats the same phrase over and over but as his body begins to grow hot, his prayer becomes strange.

“Please give me [Name]’s cock–” Simeon gasps and covers his mouth. “No…Forgive me— I need his co—” He covers his mouth again. He can't talk. He attempts to pray silently but that doesn't work either. It just makes him feel even more horny.

He begins to absentmindedly remove all of his clothes, his hands moving on their own to touch his wet pussy. He leans back, eyes out of focus, and begins to touch himself but he doesn't really know how. He just rubs his folds, which feel extremely sensitive. “I’m…I’m a sinner..” He mumbles, still out of it. “And a slut.”

“Only [Name] will accept me now.” Simeon brings his hand up to his tattoo and presses on it, a wave of pleasure flowing through him. 

He stumbles out of the bed and drunkenly walks to his guest room, where you’re sleeping. Knocking didn't cross his mind as he opened the door. 

“Si- Simeon?” You ask sleepily, sitting up. “Is something wrong?” You can't tell that he's naked. You move to sit on the side of the bed and squint at him.

“Yes..” He says quietly, stepping towards you. He kneels in between your legs. “I need you.”

“What?!” You recoil. “Are you okay? Are you drunk?”

“I’m not drunk.” Simeon presses kisses along your legs down to your feet. “I’ll do anything you want, [Name]. Anything.”

“I think you need to drink some water…you're not thinking straight.” You get off of the bed. As you try to head towards the door, Simeon stops you.

“I don’t need water, I need you.” He pulls you closer, he’s somehow stronger than before, and forces you into a kiss. It doesn't take long for him to pass on his ‘fever’ to you. Heat rushes through your body as your rational thoughts dispel like bubbles. He pulls away and looks at you lovingly. 

“Simeon...” You hold his chin, speaking with a loving tone. “How beautiful.” You mumble. He moans your name breathily.

“Kneel for me.” You order. Simeon kneels once again. You pull down your shorts and boxers at the same time. His eyes widen, hearts forming in them, when he sees your thick length. The process of becoming a Holy Knight can alter someone's body in major ways but he never knew it could change by this much. “Open your mouth.” You run your fingers through his hair.

Simeon opens his mouth and lets you slide your cock inside it. His mouth is unbelievably hot. He can feel the corners of his lips stretching to fit you. The thought of you stretching his pussy open next makes him moan. He stares into your eyes as you begin to thrust. You're sure they're glowing. 

“Your mouth feels amazing.” You moan. Simeon moans as well. “‘S perfect for me..” You speed up your thrusts. He happily allows you to fuck his mouth. He closes his eyes and focuses on your voice. He’s so aroused it's becoming painful.

You tighten your grip on his hair as your thrusts become unruly and desperate. He looks at you again, this time with tears in his eyes. But the tears aren't because he’s upset. “You look so pretty when you cry.” You groan as you come inside his mouth. You slowly pull away as Simeon swallows your seed without hesitation. You're still hard and you both want more. You pick him up and slam him onto the bed. Somehow, the both of you are able to see perfectly in the dark. Maybe it has something to do with the glow in your eyes.

You spread his legs and smile at how wet he is. The marking on his lower stomach glows faintly as you physically observe his pussy with your fingers. He squirms around cutely. You kneel in between his legs, mirroring what he did earlier, and bury your face into his pussy. Simeon moans. “Yes– oh- yes~!” He sucks in a breath. “[Name]~!” It's like he's ascended to heaven. 

You drag your tongue up to his clit and gently suck on it. It quickly and unnaturally swells in your mouth. It feels like he’s stuck on the edge of an orgasm, although it feels good nonetheless. You slip a finger into his hole and then another when you realize how easily it entered him, despite his tightness. “Ooh- oh, [Name]~” Simeon squeezes your fingers tightly as you attempt to finger him. The constant flexing of his walls make it difficult to move them but you don't mind. You’re more interested in how that’ll feel when you fuck him.

He can tell he's not going to come from this. He's not sure why, it feels like there's something blocking him from doing so. “Put…put your cock inside me, please~”

You smile and move away, standing back up. “Of course, my love.” You lick your lips and line up your cock with his pussy, slowly coating your tip with his slick. He bites down on his lip and uncontrollably twitches as you begin to sink into his sopping warmth. He throws his head back and grips the bed sheets while moaning shamelessly. You're barely inside him. His entire pussy is throbbing so heavily, it's almost like a second heartbeat. Blood soon spills from your penetration. 

The true representation of his sin.

He moans your name with his enchanting voice. Your cock ‘knocks’ on his cervix and strangely enough, it seems to be allowing your entrance. Like it wants you to enter his womb. You don't think about how that should be impossible and slide further inside him. “It feels– feels so—” He gasps, squirting. His eyelashes are fluttering rapidly.

“There you go, baby. Come for me.” You rub his clit with your thumb. He writhes around, no longer squirting but his cunt’s still squeezing you like crazy. He isn't able to think about anything at all, his brain is overloaded. The outline of his tattoo is becoming a bright blue. “Good boy…keep going.” You praise him.

Simeon wants to say your name again but he is completely unable to speak.

“Let’s make up for all your years of abstaining.” You start to thrust. He slowly comes back down to earth with each thrust you make. 

“Ah–” His eyes are sparkling with tears. “You’re so big…stretching me out~” 

“That’s right, I’m making your pussy fit the shape of my cock.” You slowly rub the bulge on his stomach, fucking him at a slow pace. “Your body’s gonna remember me and only me.”

“That's– that’s all I want~” Simeon moans. “Only you~”

“So pretty…” You brush his hair out of his face. He looks like a painting. You bring your hands to his waist and slowly build up to a faster pace. He reaches for you so you lean in. He wraps his arms around you.

“I love you.” He says in a shaky tone.

“I love you too.” You look into his eyes. For a brief moment, he realizes this isn't the real you, then he brushes it off. He feels strange. “My sweet Simeon.” You kiss him. The bed starts rocking due to your quickened thrusts. You separate from the kiss, some saliva dripping down his lip.

He looks down and notices the marking on his womb is glowing and the same color as his eyes. His desire has been satisfied. It’s all over. He looks up at you, suddenly shaking like a scared rabbit. The artificial light flickers out like a used lightbulb. He can't see you clearly anymore. The only lights are the glow in your eyes and the faint moonlight. “[Name]?” He asks.

“Hm?”

You're still…you’re not aware like he is. He suddenly feels disgusting. He forced you into this. Even if he wasn't completely conscious. He should tell you to stop, but he doesn't want to. Is it so wrong to want a little more? “I…I-” He stutters. “Come- come inside~” If he can't have you, maybe he can have a part of you.

You kiss his cheek. “Of course.” You come inside of him only moments later. It feels like he forced it out of you. You look at him with an exhausted but happy expression before passing out on top of him. He doesn't try to move you.

You slowly wake up. You look around the room and notice a stain on the floor that you didn't notice before. And your bedsheets seem to be different too. You also feel a little strange. Refreshed, but strange. You get up and leave the guest room. You can smell coffee so you go down to the kitchen. “You're up pretty early. Don't you usually sleep in on Tuesdays?”

Simeon shrugs, not looking at you. “I felt like getting up early today.”

“Well, I’m not doing anything today. Maybe I’ll make breakfast this time?”

“It's okay. I’ll make it.”

“If you insist.” You know you can't convince him otherwise. “I wanna do something for you though. You deserve a gift.”

“Protecting my town is more than enough.”

“You’ll never change, huh?” You chuckle. “You know, the bed sheets look different from last night. Am I crazy?”

Simeon breaks the mug in his hand. You shoot up from your chair and rush over to him.

“I- I’m okay.” Simeon heals himself. “There wasn't anything in it yet.” 

“Good. You…seem weird today.” You notice he's not making eye contact with you.

“I..” He presses his forehead onto your chest and frowns, tears forming in his eyes. “I did something horrible last night.”

“What do you mean?” You bring him into a hug and gently rub his back to comfort him.

“Please…please don't hate me.”

“How could I hate you?”

“Last night…something strange came over me. I wasn't fully in control of myself and I forced you to…to..” He begins to sob.

“Simeon?” You ask, concerned.

“I forced you to have intercourse with me!” He blurts out, pulling away from you. He turns around and doesn't look at you.

You pause. “It must’ve been the work of a demon. It's okay, it's not your fault. It wasn't my ‘first time’ but…was it yours?”

Simeon’s eyes widen. “That wasn't your first?”

“No.”

He bites down on his nail. “When?”

“Um…maybe a decade ago?”

“Before you became a knight? And you haven't since then?”

“...Yes.” You assume he's uncomfortable due to his beliefs.

Simeon sighs. You were ‘reborn’ during your ceremony so you’re technically a virgin but you still have the experience. “Are you going to remain celibate?”

“I…well, I hope to find someone in the future. To marry, of course.”

“Oh.” He clenches his fist. “Do you have anyone you’re interested in?”

“I suppose I’ve caught a liking to Solomon, he—”

Simeon whips his head around. The look in his eyes is scary. “No.” He grabs your shirt. “No. You can't. You can't leave me.”

“Simeon?” You look at him in disbelief.

“I…I’m not letting you leave.”

Simeon looks at you sleeping peacefully on his bed. He isn't sure how, but he caused you to pass out and he was able to carry you here. He didn't even break a sweat. Due to a holy knight’s ability to neutralize certain forms of demon magic, Simeon is sure he isn't using that as you would've been fine if he was. But that leaves more questions to be answered.

He slides his hand down to his lower stomach and touches the glowing blue mark on his womb. It hasn't gone away. What is it? If it's not demonic then is it holy? How could this be holy?

He gently caresses your face. “I’m sorry, but I can't allow you to leave.”

You’ll be missed in the order of the holy knights but no one will worry when Simeon tells everyone he has bigger plans for you.

[steviewashere]

Baby Blanket

Rating: General CW: Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Child Abandonment (as I think that's what it would technically be even if Steve is an adult at this point) Tags: Post-Canon, Future Fic, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Established Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Sick Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Takes Care of Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Steve Harrington Has a Complicated Relationship With His Mom, Baby Blanket, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Eddie Loves Him So Bad, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Sad Steve Harrington, Cuddling & Snuggling For @steddieangstyaugust Day 15 Prompt: Childhood (apologies that I'm late, but this idea hit me very last minute on the 15th, oops!) Also, I didn't mean to describe Linus's (from Peanuts/Charlie Brown) blanket, but I sorta did?

🌡️—————🌡️ He’s careful about inserting the thermometer into Steve’s mouth. Even as the aforementioned guy coughs around it, jostling the little glass thing, nearly knocking it straight back down to the floor. But he’s prepared to keep it from crashing this time. No way is he going out to the store—again—to replace the damn thing.

“Breathe slow through your nose, sweetheart,” Eddie breathes, demanding lightly. “I know it’s hard to do right now, but we won’t get an accurate reading if you spit this thing out.” He cups his palms under Steve’s chin just in case, all too riled at the thought of having to be the catcher on the field. But it just ends up being a precautionary thing—as Steve, though rolling his eyes, does exactly what he’s told.

It’s a slow going process. The mercury inside working up, up, up as the time ticks away. A minute passes and Eddie knows that Steve is suppressing coughs. His eyes have gone watery and his cheeks, already flushed, glow a deeper and brighter terrible red. There’s got to be a huge wad of snot stuck half past and around the block in his right nostril, the feeble attempts at sucking in air are just that—feeble. And the deepest tell to Steve’s state is the awful, wet, raspy rattling croaking from his chest.

Inwardly, Eddie raises his fist at whatever god allowed the creation of the flu virus. And he shakes that fist for causing that damn virus to spread.

His watch beeps, two minutes up. And he gently pries the thermometer from Steve’s overly moist mouth, unlocking the hacking of his lungs, and the spray of his spit, and the miserable attempts to cover it all up with his elbow. Not like that would do anything, Eddie bitterly thinks, I already had this shit last week.

103 degrees Fahrenheit.

“Shit,” Eddie mutters. He sets the thermometer onto the coffee table. Reaches out for Steve’s shoulders and forces him back down onto his right side—half flopped already on the sofa, just needs to get his legs tucked back underneath him. And he pets a shaking hand over the exposed, goosepimpled, and overheated skin of Steve’s bicep. Usually, this muscle tank he’s got going on would be hot, but now it’s just…bleh. “Listen,” Eddie whispers, “if your fever doesn’t break by tomorrow morning, I have to take you to the hospital, okay?”

Steve gives a weak whine. Eyes closed, mouth twisted, shivering. “I don’t wanna,” he petulantly protests; but that’s not going to work on Eddie. Not this time, at least.

“I know,” Eddie murmurs, “I know, baby. But I’m serious this time. You’ve already been sick a while longer than I have. And you’re shaking like a leaf. And though you finally were able to keep down some crackers and soup—and water, thank god—you’ve barely had anything to eat. I’m just”—he sighs—“I’m worried, Steve. I’m worried this is something more than just the average flu.”

Another weak little sound, this time something like a sniffle. And when Eddie gets a clear look at Steve’s face, no longer buried into the soft throw pillow under his head, his heart begins to fracture. Tears streak Steve’s already ruddy, terribly warm cheeks. And his lips are quivering. And his eyebrows are quirked in an uncomfortable twist.

And Eddie hates this.

“Baby?” He calls to Steve.

“S-sorry,” Steve chokes out, “I don’t feel good.”

He brings his hand off of Steve’s bicep, instead cupping the back of his head. “Okay,” he softly says, “you don’t need to be sorry, baby. But thank you for telling me how you’re feeling. Can you tell me what doesn’t feel good? Maybe I can help fix it?”

For a long moment, Steve doesn’t say anything. Instead, he gets the last of his tears out of his system, lets Eddie hold him along his greasy hair, and continues to shiver through his whole body. Finally, he whispers, “Can you stay and…can you cuddle with me?” He doesn’t look Eddie in the eyes when he requests it. Doesn’t dare drag his sight off the loose threads of the throw pillows, strings that Eddie promised he would sew back straight when they were both feeling better. Steve takes another raspy, deep breath that physically pains Eddie to even hear. And then he tacks on, softer than before, “My mom used to when she still loved…” He sighs.

There’s not much to say to that, other than Eddie immediately and already agreeing. Because a cuddle with his boyfriend is as easy as breathing air for him. But they still haven’t touched on the sore subject that is Steve’s parents. Or Steve’s childhood, for that matter.

It’s not like there’s much reason to. Not when they’ve got a life outside of Hawkins now and have their own apartment and Steve hasn’t spoken to either of his parents in roughly three whole years. Not when they’ve learned to take responsibility for each other—both in the duty of making sure the other is safe and healthy, and in the sense that without the other, one of them just wouldn’t be. And it’s never time to talk about Steve’s parents when all they’ve done is push him aside, leave him second best to their work and social lives, and when they finally paid attention—they realized that having a certain type of kid (a word that they don’t repeat, an f word) hindered all the “work” they’ve done for the family they have.

Not that they’re family.

But they tried to act like one at some point.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Eddie whispers, “let’s get you to our room, okay? You want me to get anything else before I slip into bed with you?”

Again, Steve takes a moment of silence. Then, “I stole one of my mom’s blankets when we moved in here. It’s in the hall closet. Can I have that?”

“Yes, baby. What’s the pattern on it?”

Quietly, Steve answers, “My baby blanket. The blue one. It has my name embroidered on it.”

“I’ll grab it, I promise. Now, let me get you to bed and I’ll be with you in just a second.”

He easily and carefully picks Steve up from the couch. Not exactly light, but not heavy either. And shuffles the two of them down the hallway to their bedroom. Tucks Steve under just the top sheet, no comforter. Pushes hair away from his forehead and back behind his ear. Leaves a little kiss to his right cheek, the heat radiating onto Eddie’s lips.

Then, Eddie grabs what he needs: an ice pack from the freezer, a cold bottle of water, the container of cough syrup, and some Tylenol. It’s the baby blanket that’s harder to get. Not because it’s buried in the back of the closet. And not because it’s simply not there.

But it’s the way it lays between Eddie’s hands that really gets him.

It’s a pale blue. Something close to periwinkle. Has a light layer of fuzz and lint, as if it’s hardly been washed over the years. Too precious of cargo to run through the washing machine, and too hard to take away for a hand wash when Steve probably needed it all the time. The edges are frayed—strings loose, some of the stitching completely missing, a few tears that would never be sewn up to the original corner it’s meant to be. There’s a couple small stains on it, most likely from being dragged or even dropped in dirt. In the bottom right corner of the fabric is a name embroidered in off-white floss: Steve. Though, upon closer inspection, it appears one of the letters is missing. The only thing left in its wake is the shadow of what should’ve been an ’N.’ Like maybe it had been altered at some point.

The size of the thing pulls at Eddie’s heart strings, too.

Not a big one—like the quilt his mama made when he had turned three, though it wouldn’t fully cover him until he was ten (when she wouldn’t see him use it, but he tries hard not to think of that. Tries.). It’s not medium, either. No, this baby blanket is the perfect size for a baby; a newborn baby.

Underneath Eddie’s right index finger, he feels a soft tag on the back of the blanket. And when he flips it over, he spots exactly that. A tag. Not with care instructions like some of those store bought blankets—pre-determined with a name. No, it’s a screwy kind of tag. Made from obvious silk, scrap fabric, off-white, too, but yellowing from old age. And in a black, inky scrawl, it reads:

‘For you, my little prince. For my heart. I love you always. -Mommy’

And he didn’t want to cry, but he’s close to bursting with the need to. So, he shoves that little bit of emotion back inside, puts the blanket in the crook of his left elbow, and carries his haul back to their bedroom. Where he finds Steve in the same position: curled up on his left side, hands tucked under his chin, legs bent and ankles crossed, the top sheet pulled all the way up to his wrists, eyes glazed and looking at the empty left spot of the mattress where Eddie should be.

He puts the ice pack on the back of Steve’s neck, even if he’s met with a slight hiss and a half-assed wriggle away. But, thankfully, the fight can be put off because Steve stops trying to get away. To that, Eddie internally relieves a sigh. Twists the cap off of the bottle of water, but places it on Steve’s bedside table for him to reach later. The cough syrup and Tylenol go to Eddie’s table. But the baby blanket goes immediately to Steve, who takes it with quick, healthy movements.

Eddie can only lay himself under the top sheet, melting and softening at the sight of Steve bringing the blanket up close to his face, tucking one of the torn and frayed edges to his bottom lip. He runs the old fabric on his dry mouth, almost like he’s smearing kisses along the thing.

“Thank you,” Steve tiredly breathes.

Laying on his right side, Eddie has full access to Steve from where he is. He reaches out a gentle hand to the side of his boyfriend’s face, caresses his skin tenderly, and then pulls him close between his shoulder blades. Not quite tucked into Eddie’s warmth, but enough that they could share body heat. But he does tangle their legs together, just to give them contact, just to satiate some of what Steve needs.

Steve scoots even closer, though. Closer than how they should lay considering he’s got a temperature that nearly warrants a hospital visit. But Eddie lets him lay his head on his shoulder. Lets him puff warm air onto his neck. Lets him take.

“Eds?”

He hums questioningly.

A hard, yet slow intake of breath. “I miss my mom,” Steve admits quietly. So quietly, Eddie almost doesn’t hear him. But he does. Damnit, he does. “She’s not a bad person. She’s not…she’s not what my dad made her to be.”

“I know,” Eddie can only say, “I know, Stevie.”

“She love—s me.”

Eddie throws his left arm over Steve’s waist, brushes his hand over the small of Steve’s back. “Yeah?” He asks softly.

“Mhm,” Steve answers, “I know it.” Eddie can just feel the tickle of the baby blanket brush him. Like it’s being pulled even closer. “She made this for me. And she…she used to tell me stories. And she took care of me when I was sick.”

He has to bite his tongue, even as his fingers betray him—as they squeeze Steve at the utterance of those words. Because he knows better than to point out the ‘was’ in those sentences. He knows better than to make a point that Steve’s mom hasn’t even bothered to try and keep contact. Even when she was given a phone number—“For emergencies,” so Steve had said.

Though, that makes Eddie wonder if it was for emergencies at all.

Makes him wonder if it really meant, “Call me every once in a while. Don’t be a stranger.”

He can’t tell Steve, delirious and sick and sad Steve, that his mom is effectively a stranger now. Can’t do that. Can’t be the one to tell him that his mom is basically dead. And the evidence of that is her absence.

He can’t do that.

“Oh, she loves you so much, baby,” he lies.

Steve nods. His hair scraping the underside of Eddie’s jaw, dirty and heavy and prickly. “She does,” he agrees. Then, he goes silent again. His fingers running over the blanket, feet rustling under the top sheet, skin on skin, nasally breaths through a stuffed up nose. 

“Doesn’t she?” Steve asks later, quiet and low. Unsure.

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[brotherwtf]

Maybe buck taking care of sick bucky…? There’s a lot of fics the other way round but I think it’s sweet to see buck doing too

omg Buck would dote on Bucky so much it ain't even funny at this point lmao

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When John woke up with a hacking cough, Gale tried to ignore his protests of "I'm fine" and force him to stay at home in bed. They weren't as convincing when his voice was shot to all hell and he could barely get a sentence out before coughing again, though.

Despite Gale's best efforts, John still went to work that day and Gale waited anxiously by the phone in case someone called to come get him.

It was around noon when the phone finally rang throughout the house and Gale ran to pick it up. A woman with a nasally voice speaks when Gale answers.

"Is this Gale Cleven?" She asks, sounding bored and uninterested.

Gale huffs out something that sounds like an affirmation and she continues.

"It's Mr. Egan, he's not doing too great and told me to call his emergency contact--"

She's not able to finish her sentence before Gale hangs up the phone and practically bolts out the door and towards their truck. The whole drive to the bar Gale is cursing under his breath at just how stupid John must be for going to work when he's clearly sick.

When he arrives, he darts into the bar and finds John slumped over at a table, forehead resting on his pillowed arms. Gale shakes his head but can't help the smile that spreads across his face. He walks over and places a hand on his shoulder, smiling when John jolts and looks up at him. His face is flushed red and his forehead is clammy, and Gale shakes his head.

"Come on, Bucky. Let's get you home," Gale says, dragging John away from the table and into their truck.

He bids a quiet 'thank you' to the very tired looking woman standing at the bar and gently guides John to the car. He looks worse than this morning, but Gale doesn't have the heart to chew him out quite yet.

John lolls his head in the passenger seat as they drive home and mutters things to himself, some that Gale catches but most just incoherent mumbling.

"... much worse during the war... I'll be fine," John huffs when Gale wrestles him out of the car again.

Gale has half a mind to start chewing him out now, saying things like that, but the way John smiles stupidly up at him makes all of the words die on his tongue.

He's able to maneuver John into their bed with some shushing and drags the covers over him. He places a hand on John's forehead and tenses at how hot it is. John was in no place to be working at all.

"Will I live, doc?" John groans, leaning into Gale's touch and smirking gently.

Gale smiles down at him, running a hand through his sweaty curls.

"Outlook not so good, Bucky. I prescribe you to a whole week of bed rest before you even think about working again," Gale mutters and John shakes his head.

"Darn. Well I sure got the prettiest nurse to help me heal, when do you get off of work, doll?" John asks and Gale rolls his eyes before leaving his bedside and wandering to the kitchen.

He heats up some chicken broth he finds in the pantry and throws some plain crackers in his arms before venturing back to his and John's room.

John has moved around until he's on his stomach, somehow wrapping the entire blanket around his legs and shoving the pillow off of the bed. His eyes are open, but barely, and Gale walks over with a silent laugh.

"Come on Bucky, you gotta eat something before you go to sleep," Gale says, coaxing John back up until he's sitting against the bed frame.

Gale pushes his hair back again, sitting on the side of the bed and spoon feeding John chicken broth and crackers until John pushes him away.

"Don't wanna get you sick," John mutters, laying back down and burying his face into the pillow he had shoved onto the floor.

Gale shakes his head and sits more comfortably in the crook of Johns body, gently massaging John's scalp and toying with his hair. It makes his eyes droop and his breathing get steadier.

"I'm not going anywhere, John," Gale whispers, and smiles when John falls asleep beneath him.

omg this was so soft to write, thank you so much anon!!

[fictitiousmagines]

You've Already Got Me Wrapped Around Your Finger Part 4

You couldn't imagine my delight, when you invited me to a mid-day picnic after you poured your heart out to me in the stacks at Mooney's. I'd wanted to kiss you, so desperately, but heroes wait for their moment.

And you are a vision here in this bustling park, the pale blue sun dress and the same ole tote that you sling over your shoulder. You are a vision. You're effortless, in a way that people try to emulate but never quite measure up to.

You blush and babble as you unpack a spread of cheese, crackers and fruit. As you unpack, your most prized possession tumbles from the depths of your tote: your journal. You've mentioned in passing, that you draw and write in there and its the only time you feel like you can be yourself. I am Captain Ahab and your journal is my white whale.

"Oops," Y/N says while quickly stuffing it back in. Its a deep green with tattered corners but she touches it with such tenderness.

I hope you can be yourself with me, Y/N. I hope you can tell that I'm here to save you. I'm here to take care of you.

It was an absolutely perfect day: the picnic, the train back to our little part of New York City, the leisurely ride home, kissing you on your porch.

Your lips were so soft, Y/N. They're almost a drug. The way I got lost in the moment and buried my hands into your soft hair. Pulling away, you looked up at me with a look that only can be described as vulnerable. Beautiful. I wanted to take you right there. But instead I stroked your cheek with my thumb and reassured you that I had a wonderful time. That I couldn't wait to see you again.

When you texted me later that night, you pulled me out of my reading. But you are always a welcome distraction.

"Thanks again for the beautiful day together. Wanna grab a drink later this week? PS. I lost my journal, maybe on the train? I'm bummed! Does Mooney's sell blank journals?"

I don't answer because I immediately plan on buying you one and bringing it to you in the morning. A nice one. And each time you pour your soul into its pages, you'll think of me.

It was irresistible grabbing it out of your bag on the train. Your attention was on the loud commotion to your right. In an instant, it went from your bag, to my backpack. Hidden under the picnic blanket.

Maybe I'll buy you a new bag, one with a zipper. I don't want anyone pickpocketing you. Anyone could grab your wallet and get your personal information. I just wanna keep you safe. Not everyone is going to have your best intentions at heart. But I do.

I've been worried about you, Y/N. This is just my way of checking on you. I'm sure you're worried about overloading me. About having too much baggage, but you could never be too much for me. The more I read, the more fascinated I became.

I learned from your journal, new things but also things I only suspected. Like, that your dads care overwhelms you sometimes. Even though you love your dad dearly. That you worry that it might be time to put him in a home, even though your heart couldn't bear it. That your brother resists helping you, even though you work round the clock. That you miss your mother. And rereading The Outsiders makes you feel more connected to her.

Your art is always so gestural. So much feeling.

My heart stopped when I saw that you even wrote about me.

You wrote about meeting me at the shop. Our coffee together. And even about eating bodega sandwiches in the stacks of Mooney's. How I made you feel safe at that moment.

"I don't want to get ahead of myself, but I think I like this guy Joe."

[xclusivedesires]

🌴💋☀️🌴💋☀️🌴💋☀️🌴💋☀️🌴💋☀️🌴💋

‼️smut warning ‼️ 18+ only

Beach Vibes

part 3

Once we reach the shoreline Chris places me back down, sliding me over his body until my feet reach the soft sand. He pulls me into his chest and gives me a soft kiss with his plushy lips. The warmth of his lips and the sun beaming on my skin all feels so amazing.

“Common, let’s go eat.” he says grabbing my hand and leading the way back to the beach house. He looks back at me, squinting against the sun as it kisses the freckles on his face. He has an innocent, boyish appearance that makes me want to know more about him.

He opens the sliding patio door “ladies first.” he says while gesturing for me to enter as he trails behind me. He smacks my ass as I walk through the threshold and I let out a squeak. He chuckles in response as he steps inside behind me.

He pulls out a chair at the kitchen island and then lifts me up onto it. He steps closer to me and wraps his arms around my waist, grabbing my ass and pulling me closer to him. I move my hands into his hair and he looks up at me with those piercing blue eyes as I stare back, unable to look away.

“Do you know what I want to do to you right now (y/n)?” he says squeezing my ass.

“I don’t Chris, but I can’t wait for you to show me.” I reply, leaning in and biting his bottom lip.

The tension continues building between us again.

Chris pulls himself away from me and saunters over to the fridge. He starts pulling out trays of food, fresh fruit, cured meats, cheese, crackers, pickles, and veggies. It’s quite the spread laid out on the island. He pours us each some sparkling water and hands me a plate.

“Better eat up and get some energy for what’s coming.” he suggests and he smirks at me. His words and that mischievous grin makes me tingle to my core.

He sits across from me and we both eat from the charcuterie board.

“This is really good Chris, did you make it?” I ask.

“Nah, I had it made for us.” he replies shoving a piece of cheese in his beautiful mouth.

I focus on that mouth and can’t wait to see what else it can do. I lick my lips, deep in thought about the potential scenarios to come. I want those lips all over my body.

He reaches for a dish and brings it over to the microwave to heat up. As he's standing near the microwave I spy on him, watching the muscles in his back as he reaches his arms up to stretch. He's so fine, I can't wait to feel him inside me. Suddenly the microwave beeps and he brings the dish back over and sets it between us. It's melted chocolate. He grabs a fresh, ripe strawberry from the fruit platter and dips it in the chocolate.

"Try this." he says bringing the berry to my mouth.

I swirl my tongue around it before wrapping my lips around the berry and sucking the chocolate off while looking at him. Then I take a bite, leaving him left with the stem in his fingers.

"mmmmmm so good." I say in a low voice.

I see his eyes widen as he stares at my mouth.

I angle toward him and take his lips with mine. He splits my lips with his tongue, tasting the chocolate. I pull away and he holds my gaze.

"Tastes sweet, I want some more." he asserts as he reaches for the bowl of melted chocolate "I wanna lick it off you." he says and he dips his finger into the bowl and drags it across my bottom lip. He licks my bottom lip and then sucks it in between his teeth biting down lightly, sucking the rest of the chocolate off.

I grab his hand and suck the chocolate off his finger while he watches me.

We begin kissing again and I feel his excitement flowing through me. His tongue moves rhythmically with mine as he explores my mouth, tasting me. The sensation of his tongue against mine is addictive. I don't want it to end, but I also want to feel his tongue everywhere else on my body. I get carried away in the kiss and moan into his mouth. He grabs me, pulling me impossibly close to him and moans back into the kiss. I feel like I'm in another world.

He reaches around and unties my bikini top from the back and around my neck while we kiss. He pulls the fabric away from my chest tossing on the floor somewhere. The coolness of the room brushes over my nipples making them hard, I shiver in response. He presses his chest up against mine, our bare skin touching. I welcome the warmth of his body on mine as he wraps his arms around me.

He separates from the kiss and grabs the bowl of chocolate. He slowly and carefully tips the bowl over my nipples, dripping warm chocolate on them and some falls down onto my stomach and my thighs. He puts the bowl on the counter and looks at me with a smirk. He bends down to lick chocolate off my thigh and looks up at me with lust in his eyes. He appears eager to clean me up with his tongue. His wet tongue on my thigh is making me hungry for more. He sucks the chocolate off my skin creating a bruise where his mouth was. He kisses the mark softly and moves up to my stomach, using his tongue to lick the streak of chocolate off my belly. My hands move to his hair as he makes his way up to my tits. He laps the underside of my breast, sucking gently until he gets to my hardened, chocolate covered peak. Sucking the chocolate off me and gently taking my nipple in his teeth, I let out a gasp and he looks up at me with a devilish grin. He moves to the other side, making sure to lick and suck all the chocolate off that side, flicking my nipple with his perfect tongue. He makes his way up to my face, licking his lips when he gets close.

"That tastes good, but I bet your pussy tastes even better." he whispers against my lips before pressing his supple lips against mine. I can feel myself dripping into my bikini bottoms. Imagining that perfect pink tongue eating me out, I need it more than anything.

He grabs my ass, lifting me off the chair and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me through the open concept house, through the living room and over to the large bed. He lays me down on the bed and hovers over top of me. Our faces are close, his eyes turn dark and he looks at me with hooded lids.

He kisses my cheek and moves down to my neck, laying soft kisses over my skin. With his mouth near my ear he whispers "I'm gonna devour your pussy." and his tongue trails down my neck. He splays gentle kisses over my collar bone. I'm squirming underneath him, impatient to feel his mouth on my aching core.

"Chris..." I groan.

"Yeah ma?" he questions me.

"I need you." I beg, losing my patience.

"Be patient ma, I'm gonna make ya feel so good, I can't wait to taste you." he says in a hushed tone.

He moves to my tits, kissing them, then sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. Grabbing my other breast while he gives attention one. He moves back and forth between the two, sucking and licking. It all feels good, too good and when I think I can't take anymore he starts flicking my nipples with his tongue and I feel like I could cum just from this. I don't know if it's because he's so hot, or if it's because of the things he's saying to me, or if its that I believe he's out of my league and its unbelievable to me how into me he is. It's all too much for me to comprehend right now. All I know is this feels amazing and I never want it to end.

I look down and watch what he's doing to me and his dedication to his task is unbelievably hot. I think he can feel my eyes on him because he looks up and catches me looking. The darkness in his eyes sends a flash heat through me.

"Do you feel good (y/n)?" he inquires.

"You're driving me crazy Chris." I admit as I reach down and interlace my fingers into his hair.

He kisses his way down my belly, his lips feel soft against my skin. I sit up on my elbow so I can watch him. He reaches the top of my bikini bottoms with his lips and he settles himself between my legs. He looks up at me with a smirk as he unties the sides of my bottoms, maintaining eye contact. I smirk back and feel my cheeks flush. I lift my bum up and he slides the fabric out from under me and tosses it aside. Now I’m laying completely naked in front of him. His eyes trace over me, landing between my legs and he leans in and gives my pussy a soft kiss.

“So pretty.” he whispers as he moves his mouth down the edges of my folds, kissing me everywhere but where I desperately need him. He teases me with his breath over my core, gently brushing his lips over my folds. He uses his fingers to tickle my thighs and then he brings them down to spread open my folds.

“So wet for me.” he says before giving my pussy a long languid lick from bottom to top, ending at my clit. I toss my head back and let out a breath because his tongue feels so good.

“You taste so fucking good…” he groans before giving my pussy an open mouth kiss and I look back down at him devouring me as he said he would.

He’s kissing my pussy like it’s my mouth and he looks so good doing it. Watching him is making me hot. He looks like he’s really into it and it definitely feels like he’s done this quite a few times. His confidence is so sexy. Before I have time to think any further he levels up by using his tongue to circle my clit and I moan out his name. His hands wrap under my legs, around my hips and rest on my stomach. He holds me in place before he starts flicking my clit, his wet tongue feels like heaven. He makes sure to lap up any wetness that he’s creating and his tongue delves into my opening. He explores me inside with his tongue and as he pulls his tongue back out he slides two fingers inside me and moves back up to flick my clit with his tongue.

“Holy fuck Chris!” I exclaim and I grip his hair with my hands.

His tongue moves faster and so do my breaths. That euphoric feeling creeps in and the tension mounts deep inside me.

He opens his mouth more and gently sucks my pussy, concentrating on my clit. His mouth moves slowly and methodically. The way he’s sucking and licking me feels like pussy worship, if this was church I wouldn’t miss a Sunday! He’s making me so hot.

He alternates between sucking, licking and flicking with his tongue and I’m turning into a melting, moaning mess. The tension rises and everything he’s doing feels perfect and amazing. He changes up his game according to my reaction and I feel like he’s very connected to me and knows exactly what feels good for me.

“Oh my God Chris, you eat my pussy so good!” I commend him and he moans into me as he keeps up the task. He fucks me with his fingers, pumping them in and out faster and flicking my clit with his tongue. Now I’m pulling his hair and I’m unable to control the sounds coming out of me. I can feel my orgasm building and getting closer.

“Oh my God! Don���t stop…you’re gonna make me cum soon…fuck…” I say and I look down at him. He looks up at me continuing his pace. Watching him finger fuck me and use his tongue to lick me is unbearable to look at, I honestly can’t handle it. What pushes me over the edge though is his eyes looking up at me, his ridiculously beautiful, sexy eyes pleading with me to cum for him. The sight of it accelerates my climax and I feel it speeding toward the point of no return. I can’t put together an intelligible phrase at this point because I’m cumming before I can even tell him.

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” I groan out as my legs shake through my orgasm. I make sure to keep eye contact because I know he likes to watch me while I cum. His brow is furrowed as he watches me release and I imagine his gaze is mirroring my own. I’m sure I must have just as intense of a look on my face because I’m cumming so hard under his tongue.

He slows his tongue and fingers as I come down from my high and sucks up all my wetness. He pulls away from me and his face is glistening with my cum. He takes his fingers out of me and brings them up to my mouth.

“Taste yourself.” he demands as he shoves his fingers into my mouth. I suck on them as he watches. He makes his way up to my face and kisses me passionately. I taste more of myself on his tongue.

“I love watching you cum.” he says with his lips brushing against mine before he leans into the kiss again.

As he’s kissing me he sinks his pelvis in between my legs and grinds into me. I reach down to his waistband and try to tug it down but it’s hard to reach.

“Take your shorts off.” I insist and he reaches his hand down to pull them down. He shimmies them down to his ankles and kicks them off to the floor. Now we’re both completely naked.

“I wanna feel you inside me.” I say as I grab his face in my hands. He smashes his lips against mine and the kiss becomes messy. I can feel his hard cock pressing into me and sliding along my slickness.

He grabs his dick and starts rubbing the tip on my slick folds. He rubs himself over my very sensitive clit.

“Please Chris….” I beg.

“Please what pretty girl? You gotta tell me what you want.” he teases and he keeps rubbing himself over my folds.

“Please fuck me, I need you inside me now.” I demand.

With that he gets up onto his knees so he can see what he’s doing and he spreads my legs open. He leans over and spits on my pussy, continuing to rub the tip over me and he watches himself as he slides his dick into me. It’s a mix of pleasure and pain. His bites in his bottom lip and lets out a heavy, shaky breath through his nose. I let out a moan at the same time as I feel him stretching me open. His dick is bigger than I’m used to. He stills himself inside me looking up at me.

“You good?” he asks showing genuine concern.

“Yeah I’m okay, you’re just really big.” I say and I’m actually worried for myself.

“I’ll go slow for you, just tell me if you want me to stop.” he says as he reaches down to brush his thumb across my cheek.

“Okay Chris.” I say and I feel emotional because he’s being so sweet.

He maintains eye contact with me as he starts to slide in and out of me slowly. He lets out a hiss and so do I. I feel more full than I’ve ever felt and it feels amazing. I prop myself on my elbows so I can look down and watch him gliding in and out of me. Watching it and feeling it at the same time is so hot. He’s looking too and it’s turning me on so much. My breath is shaky and deeper than before. I let out a quiet whimper when I feel him fill me up and our eyes meet again.

“You can go faster.” I encourage him.

He leans over more so his arms are on either side of me and he lowers his face closer to mine. I wrap my hands around his biceps and I can feel the muscles flexing as he holds himself up. His lips are brushing against mine as he starts to pump in and out of me faster than before. The sensation making my eyes roll back.

“Fuuuuck.” he groans and the combination of his voice, his smell, his arm muscles rippling under my hands and his dick pushing into me is making me feel insane. His face though, my God! His face is fucking beautiful and they was he looks when he feels good is enough to make me pass out.

I squeeze his arms and let out a wavering moan. Our breaths are mingling, his lips gently close in on mine and he picks up the pace of his thrusts. The fullness and satisfaction I feel from his dick is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My hands slide to his back and I dig my nails into his back muscles. He deepens the kiss and moans into my mouth. I feel myself slipping into another dimension. I can hear the sound of how wet I am and hear our skin slapping together. He pulls away from the kiss and dips his face to my neck, licking and sucking my skin.

“Does it feel good?” he asks, making sure I’m okay.

“It feels so fucking good.” I assure him.

He gets back up onto his knees and he grabs a pillow and tells me to lift up my ass, sliding it under me. His hands move to grasp my hips and he starts slamming into me hard and fast. It’s an overwhelming, intense sensation that has me screaming unintelligible words. His jaw has gone slack and his cheeks are flushed. He’s breathing heavy as he pounds into me relentlessly. I can feel myself drenching him as I squeeze around his length.

“Can feel you squeezin’ me, you’re so tight Ma.” he says in his sexy deep voice.

“You’re fillin’ me up so good Chris.” I manage to whine out.

I can see beads of sweat forming on his brow and he slows his pace, looking down to watch his dick slide almost all the way out before slipping back in. Watching him watch himself is so hot. He pick up the pace again and digs his fingers into my hips pulling me into him. He looks at me with a furrowed brow and lick his lips. The way he looks is like the best pornographic screen shot of anyone’s face I’ve ever seen.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot.” I groan and he thrusts into me harder. He reaches up to my tits, grabbing them and using them to anchor himself as he pumps in and out of me.

“Fuck, stop talking Ma, you’re gonna make me bust.” he says and he pulls out of me.

I roll off the pillow and tell him to sit back against the headboard. He does as I ask and places some pillows behind his back. I feel his eyes burning into me as I move to straddle him. I grasp his hard cock and lower myself into it. I throw my head back at how good it feels and he lets out a groan. His hands move to my tits again as I start bouncing on his dick. It feels amazing and I lean in and kiss him, teasing him with my tongue as I feel him reaching for mine with his. He uses his thumbs and fingers to play with my nipples while we fuck and kiss. I bounce up and down faster and harder.

“Slow down, you’re gonna make me cum (y/n).” he says and hearing him say my name makes me feral. I want to go harder but I don’t want him to cum yet either. I slow down and sit down more on his dick, wrapping my legs around him. Now I can glide back and forth over him slowly. I tilt my pelvis forward more and I can feel my clit being stimulated on him. I grab his shoulders to stabilize my self and I rest my forehead against his as I try to get off. We’re both sweating at this point and he’s rolling my nipples with his fingers.

“I like hearing you say my name.” I tell him.

He looks at me as I grind into him making sure his dick slides in and out at an agonizing pace.

“You like when I say your name (y/n)?” he says in a husky voice and I melt against him.

“Your pussy feels so good (y/n). I wanna watch you cum on my dick.” he says and he gives my lips a lick. I kiss him fervently, our tongues dancing together. My hands move to his hair, it’s damp with sweat and I use my fingers to push it back out of his face. I look at him and he has got to be the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on. He looks at me with hooded lids and parted lips.

“Will you help me cum Chris?” I plead “I need you to touch me.”

He doesn’t waste any time reaching down to my clit with his thumb and rubbing circles on it. I can immediately tell this won’t take long. In fact, I have to close my eyes to regain some sense of composure so I don’t cum too quick. Looking at him is not helping me hold off. He’s fucking gorgeous and his eyes are sucking me into another world.

He grips my hip with his other hand and pushes me back and forth as he rubs me. He’s urging me to go faster so I do.

“Open your eyes (y/n).” he tells me.

I open my eyes and lock in on him. I feel myself spirally toward my climax. I’m literally a moaning mess right now and so is he. His thumb moves vigorously over me and I speed up my thrusts. He’s biting his lip and his eyebrows are knit together and I know he’s getting just as close as I am. I can feel his dick throbbing in me. Our eyes don’t leave each others.

“Fuck Chris…I’m gonna cum again.” I say and my movements become more ragged.

“Yeah Ma, cum on my dick, I’m gonna cum with you.” he says and his words push me over the edge.

I start to cum and the lead up to it makes me hot and overwhelmed before I even climax. I’m whimpering as I rush toward euphoria. I feel his dick get harder as I start to clench around it. We both start cumming at the same time and I’m practically crying as I quiver on top of him. He lets out a guttural moan and squeezes my hip. I scream out his name. Our eye contact never wavers and his face is the best thing I have ever seen. His expression is beautiful and seductive, I’m committing it to memory. I shake on top of him as he grabs my hip and slows my pace.

We rest our foreheads together as we both come down from the high, breathing heavy.

“Damn (y/n), that was crazy.” he says sounding surprised.

“Facts. We need to do that again.” I say giving him a lazy smile.

He smirks back and presses his pouty lips on mine.

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

Late Night Comfort

Summary - Part 6 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic)

Warnings - mentions of periods, nausea, smut, mild swearing

Word Count: 1806

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A/N - G’day guys, I just wanna start by thanking you for all the likes, reblogs and follows since my last post, I really appreciate it. I hope you like this one too. This one gets a little emotional, I literally cried while writing it. And remember my inbox is always open for requests or even if you just wanna chat. Until next week, enjoy! 

You wake up to an empty bed, and a spread of crackers, soup and an electrolyte drink on your nightstand. As you slowly try to fill your stomach your mind drifts back to when Dean was holding you and feeding you this same meal just days ago. You reach for your phone and call your caring, green-eyed fiancé to thank him for the meal; he answers on the second ring.

“Hey baby, where are you?”

“Just out … I thought I’d uh give you some space. But uh, make sure you eat and drink as much as you can. I’ll come back soon and pick you up and we can hit the road again,” he says before hanging up.

You really were pushing him away, you wonder just how long before he leaves you completely.

What if he asks me to move out of the bunker? Where would I go? I’d literally be barefoot, potentially pregnant and on the street with all the evil. At least if grief doesn’t kill me something else will. I wouldn’t suffer long. 

It’s not long before Dean walks in, interrupting the voice in your head. He notices you’ve barely touched the food or drink and almost slips onto the bed beside you, but he stops himself a few steps short.

“You ready to go?”

You look down at the food and drink in your lap hoping he’ll take the hint and come and hold you like the other day, but when he stays put you just nod and move it all back to the nightstand. 

“Where’s Sam?”

“Waiting in the car. Get dressed and you can meet us out there, and you’re riding shotgun so I can keep an eye on you. You can push me away all you want and I promise I’ll try to stop being so smothering, but you can’t ask me to stop worrying about you.” 

You look up just in time to see his red-rimmed eyes before he turns around and walks outside. Leaving you naked, nauseous and alone in the cold room. You quickly stand up and get dressed, grabbing the drink and crackers along with your bag before leaving. 

You curl up and lean against the window, cradling the drink and crackers in your lap as you let the classic rock music and steady purr of the engine wash over you for the next few hours. You keep your eyes fixed on the road ahead of you, not daring to look at your concerned fiancé. But you can feel him looking at you every so often, but he never makes a move to touch you. 

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It’s well after dark when Dean finally parks the car in the bunker’s garage. You’re slow to get out, stretching every one of your stiff, sore muscles as you do. You toss the empty packet and bottle in the bin as you pass, moving to your and Dean’s room. You almost stop a door short debating whether to sleep alone. But you can’t pass up the comfort of having the older hunter beside you, even if he refuses to cuddle. When he joins you in your room moments later the tension in the air is thick. You can tell there’s so much he wants to say but like you, he’s too scared to open his mouth.

You turn to grab one of his flannels and a clean pair of underwear from the drawers when he finally breaks the silence. “Please, just tell me where I went wrong?”

Your heart sinks at his words. Dropping the clothes you rush over to him with tears in your eyes, taking his hands in yours. “Nothing, nowhere, baby.”

“Really? Because you can barely look at me anymore, let alone talk to me. I had to all but beg you to touch me. I know I suck at the dating thing, and I’m obviously even worse at the fiancé thing. Just tell me what to do. Please … please just tell me how to fix it.”

Tears fall down both of your cheeks. “You can’t …” As the words leave your mouth he tries to pull away but you tighten your grip. “You can’t fix it because you didn’t break us … I did. I’ve been so scared of losing you that I didn’t realise how much I’ve actually been pushing you away.” You lead him towards the bed urging him to take a seat beside you. You turn to face him as he follows you, never letting his hands out of yours. 

Unsure how else to fix the rift growing between you, you breathe out, “I think I’m pregnant.”

Dean looks up at you but stays silent, giving you a chance to elaborate. 

“I’ve had this feeling for a while now, and then the morning sickness started, and the mood swings … and I am just so scared, Dean. I don’t know what to do. I’m not ready and I don’t want to trap you into something you don’t want …”

“Trap me?” He can’t stop himself from pulling you into his lap, his hands wiping away your tears as they continue to fall. “No, sweetheart, a baby would be a blessing, not a trap. Sure it’s sooner than expected but it’s on the path we planned to follow eventually anyway, right?”

“I don’t even know for sure. I mean, I haven’t tested or anything, it’s just a hunch.”

“Well, how about we do that first thing in the morning then? Once we know for sure, we can start moving forward accordingly.”

You nod and Dean picks you up and carries you into the bathroom. He sits you on the counter while he moves swiftly around the room running a bubble bath. Once the tub’s almost full he helps you strip before setting you down in the water. You watch as he strips himself and slots in behind you. You just sit there enjoying the warmth and comfort in silence for a while, until Dean breaks it quietly.

“How long have you known, or suspected?”

“A few weeks.”

“Before I proposed?”

You nod as you play with his fingers under the water.

“We talked for hours that night, we even talked about children and our future. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I … I guess I was just scared. I didn’t know for sure, I still don’t. And I was really enjoying the night and your company and I didn’t want to ruin it. In hindsight, if I did, you probably wouldn’t have proposed.”

“I disagree. I think I would have. It just would have given me even more reason to.”

“You would have done it for the wrong reasons. You would have done it out of duty.”

“I would have done it because I love you. The same reason I did do it.”

You turn around in the tub, straddling your fiancé’s sexy bow legs. You bring your lips to his as your hands roam his body from his head to his waist, his hands doing the same to you. You make out until the water starts to feel cold against your skin, and then Dean lifts you out and carries you back to bed, your legs wrapped around his waist. Your bodies barely separate as he lays you both down on the soft memory foam mattress. His lips start to explore your neck searching for your sweet spot as you grind your hips against him. When he sucks the skin right below your ear you let out a moan, causing him to suck harder and rut his hips against yours.

He whispers a groan by your ear, “I’ve missed you, baby. I’ve missed this. You’re so perfect.”

He continues his journey down your body, leaving wet kisses along the way: over your chest, paying special attention to your tender breasts before moving down your stomach and hips, he skips over the place you want the most and trails down the inside of your thighs, calves and even your feet before moving back up to your throbbing core. He leaves a few tender kisses there before moving back to your lips. 

“I love every inch of your body, you’re so beautiful and perfect. And you taste amazing! I still can’t believe you’re mine,” he says as he reaches for the nightstand drawer blindly. You run your hand along his arm bringing it back to your body.

“I’m pretty sure it’s too late for that. I just want to feel all of you tonight, Dean. I need to feel you.”

He leans down and catches your lips in a deep kiss and he reaches down and lines himself up and smoothly enters you in one move. You let out a low moan against each other’s lips as he starts to move. You both know this won’t last long; it’s been too long. 

It’s not like anything you’ve ever shared before: it’s slow and tender and each movement is filled with all the love and devotion you feel for each other. You’ve never felt so in love or connected to the man above you. 

After a while, his movements start to stutter. “Come on, baby, I need you to cum with me.”

You let go at his words, letting the waves of pleasure wash over you as he rides you through it before joining you. You’re not used to the sensation of him exploding inside you like this, the only other time it’s ever happened you were too drunk to remember it, but you know you’ll never forget tonight. When his hips come to a stop he rolls you both over, laying you on his chest as you catch your breath. Feeling fully content you drift off to sleep in his arms.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

You wake up naked in Dean’s arms. You glance up at his sleeping features as you reminisce on the passionate night you shared. And for the first time in years, you actually let yourself believe that everything is gonna be alright. No matter what curve balls life throws at you, you know you and Dean will catch them and ride them out together. 

After a while, you start to leave kisses along his chest causing him to stir. “Good morning, beautiful,” he says without opening his eyes. “Are you angling for a round two? Or are you gonna let me take you out for breakfast?”

“This feels like Deja Vu… except this time the answer is yes.”

“To which option?”

“Both?”

“That’s the perfect answer, let’s take a shower and then we can head out.”

“Perfect.”

Dean kisses the top of your head before tilting your face so your lips meet his. He lifts you swiftly, his lips barely leaving yours as he carries you into the shower, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

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[pudgecuddles]

Yoongi who’s not used to physical affection from Taehyung but still wants to show how much he loves him by feeding him. Which then turns to also surprising him with new clothes as he grows fatter. Before long, Yoongi has a massive Taehyung on his hands.

“This looks like kind of a lot, Yoongi.” Taehyung stared at the spread of take out in front of them.

“Yeah, maybe.” Yoongi rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “But hey, there’s always leftovers. Besides I know that Thai’s your favorite, you can have a little of everything and pack the rest away.”

Taehyung hummed, contemplating his options before shrugging and loading up his first plate with, like Yoongi said, a little of everything. “If I end up eating all of this, it’s your fault.”

Yoongi held up his hands in surrender. “Got it. Got it.”

Plopping themselves down on the sofa, they started up the movie they were going to watch, Ratatouille. It was Taehyung’s favorite movie and always inspired an appetite in him.

Needless to say, there were no leftovers that night.

-

“Heal me dammit!” Taehyung shouted as he tapped frantically on his keyboard. “Can we get a fucking Medic on our team already?! Red is pulverizing us! They have Uber already!”

The match ended shortly after, Blu team having failed to prevent the bomb from being pushed into their base.

Yoongi walked in with a platter of snacks just as Taehyung smacked his forehead in exasperation. “Did we really need three fucking Gibus Snipers? Really?”

“Playing casual matches again?” Yoongi was amused at how vocal Taehyung always got when he played his games. “You know that comp has better communication.”

“Yeah, but sometimes I just don’t wanna be roasted for maining Demoknight, okay? Casual doesn’t give a shit.”

“True.” Yoongi wanted to lean in and kiss his boyfriend sweetly, but hot embarrassment ran through him at the thought of potential rejection. Instead, he offered the tray to Taehyung. “I made you a consolation prize…”

Taehyung’s eyes bugged out at the sight of all his favorite snacks placed so prettily on the platter. “Yoongi, you shouldn’t have. That’s so sweet of you!” It didn’t matter to Taehyung in that moment that he had just eaten breakfast, or that he was actually trying to lose a few pounds. The kind, loving gesture from his boyfriend outranked silly little diets.

Taehyung grabbed a butter cracker dolloped with nutella and popped the whole thing in his mouth at once. “Mmmmmm…”

Yoongi took that as approval. “Well, I guess I’ll leave you to it-”

“Nuh-uh.” Taehyung swallowed audibly. “You’re always my good luck charm, I’m keeping you here.”

Taehyung stood up just then, pulling his tight shirt down his newly grown belly. Yoongi gulped at the sight. “I’ll stay.”

“Good, now come over here and sit.” Taehyung gestured towards his large, comfortable gaming chair.

Confused, Yoongi obediently sat on the chair, sinking into it’s softness. Hmm, this was nice.

Suddenly, all of Taehyung’s weight dropped onto Yoongi’s lap. “Oof! What-?”

“Sorry Yoongi, but you’re trapped now!” Taehyung grinned, lowering the chair so that he could reach the keyboard from his elevated position. “I knew you’d say no if I asked, so I tricked you.”

Cheeky brat. Yoongi Smiled, glad that his boyfriend was one to take initiative.

Taehyung got into queue for a new game as Yoongi tried to get comfortable. They have had Taehyung sit on Yoongi’s lap in the past, but this was different.

You see, Taehyung was 33 pounds heavier than last time, and Yoongi felt every ounce of it.

He knew only because he checked their scale’s history feature. Taehyung used to hover around 137 pounds, now the chubby boy clocked in at 170.

170 pounds sat right on Yoongi’s poor dick.

This was going to be a long match…

-

After months of weekly take out, and daily snacking sessions, it was about time that Taehyung started having trouble with his pants. He’d grown a little bottom heavy over time and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it. On one hand he really didn’t care what size he was, but on the other, he values Yoongi’s opinion more than anything in the world. What if he was grossed out by him?

Thoughts for later.

Grunting and groaning, Taehyung’s double belly wobbled viciously as he jumped up and down trying to squeeze his dimpled thunder thighs into his favorite pair of jeans. It’d been a while since he’s worn them, having defaulted to his comfier pair of sweats for the past month and a half while he was between jobs.

Now, he had a job interview in an hour and needed to wear something other than stained sweatpants and BO coated tank top. Besides, that one tended to leave a bit of his lower belly hanging out to jiggle for all to see. It was fine when he was at home alone or with Yoongi, but he somehow doubted that a potential employer would approve of it.

“Dammit!” Taehyung flopped onto his bed, causing the springs to creak from the sudden weight. “I guess 276 pounds is officially the limit for Levi’s…”

With a brief knock at the door, Yoongi came in to see Taehyung looking like someone gave up on pulling the pants up their too fat Barbie doll and just tossed it on their bed for later. “Taehyungie?”

“Don’t start. I know how I look.”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything.” Yoongi held up one hand in surrender, the other holding a medium sized box. “I actually brought you something that I think will help you out.”

Taehyung lifted his head, giving himself a double chin. “What is it? A present?”

“Kinda…” Yoongi blushed. “I saw the other day that you kept pulling down your shirt, so I decided to grab you some more clothes… Uhm, bigger ones.” He mumbled that last part, hoping that Taehyung didn’t take the gesture badly.

Taehyung again wasn’t sure how to feel. Yoongi went out of his way to cater to his larger size and buy him new clothes, that had to mean that he didn’t hate him right? Otherwise, Taehyung had no qualms about going up in size, it was just part of getting fatter.

“Thank you, Yoongi.” Taehyung smiled, deciding to be touched by the effort. “Lemme try ‘em on.”

The ones on top of the pile, XXL, fit perfectly.

Both men ignored the bottom pile of XXXXL outfits.

Besides, it was smart to have clothes with room to grow on hand.

-

“-Urp!- Can I have some more, Yoonie?” Taehyung burped politely into his fist. “I’m all out…” He set down his big gulp cup in the cup holder of their new sofa, Taehyung having broken their old one.

Yoongi called out from the kitchen, “Coming up!” The sound of a blender cut out anything else he might have said.

Taehyung’s tummy grumbled. The large double belly hung off of the couch, between his legs and rested on the floor. It’d been over a year since he’d started seriously gaining weight and he already found that most of his days began and ended with his massive ass on the sofa, stuffing his face with whatever Yoongi presented to him.

It was a special occasion this time though, he’d reached 637 pounds that morning. A full 500 pounds more than his starting weight. He and Yoongi never really discussed what they were doing with Taehyung’s body, they just both knew they didn’t mind it. Maybe it was a subconscious effort to see how far they could go, maybe it was just their love language in action. Either way, Taehyung had seriously ballooned and he didn’t care at all.

“Here you are.” Yoongi stepped into the living room, handing a second big gulp cup to Taehyung. “I added some prunes this time. You know you need more fiber.”

“But Hyung!” Taehyung whined. “You know that makes me gassy…”

“Everything makes you gassy nowadays.” Yoongi deadpanned.

“True.” Taehyung sighed. He brought the cup up to his lips ad began gulping.

And gulping.

And gulping.

He whined slighting as the mixture hit his stomach heavily. Yoongi immediately came over and began massaging his taught upper belly. Willing his stomach to digest faster. To grow fatter.

Gulp.

Gulp.

Sluuuuurp…

Gasping for air, Taehyung hiccuped loudly. “That- hic! Was so good, Yoongi.”

-UUUUURP!-

Taehyung let out a loud belch.

Yoongi continued rubbing his hard gut, encouraging the release of gas, used to it by now. “That’s it baby, keep going.”

-Buur…BrrruUUUUUUuUuuUup!”-

That last one was gurgley.

Panting and still hiccuping, Taehyung rested his chubby hands on his bulging love handles and squeezed. “Look what your excellent cooking has done to me, Yoongi. I’m huge!”

“I know, Taehyungie.” Yoongi slipped his hand into Taehyung’s cavernous belly button, hidden between his sagging upper and lower bellies and wiggled his long fingers. “I know.”

Taehyung moaned, only recently getting used to Yoongi’s courageous showings of affection. “Y-Yeah… Here’s to another 500.”

End.

[christinescupofcoffee]

Quarter After Twelve

Chapter Ten: Black Diamond

Jeremy and I settled into the apartment in no time that day, and all the while, I thought about the dinner with Spanakopita across the way. At that point, it was about three in the afternoon and we had just hauled in the rest of our luggage from the back of our car. He and I took our spots on the couch, of which the movers had posted up right in the center of our living room. Jeremy leaned his head back against the top of the couch cushion and gazed up at the ceiling over our heads.

“So what time do we wanna go across the way?” I asked him.

“Maybe in a couple of hours or so,” he replied without even so much as lifting his head up from the top of the cushion. His hair spread over the upholstery like the strands of a horse blanket. “I just kind of want to relax here for a second. My blood sugar feels kind of low.”

“You want something to eat?” I offered him, and I leaned forward again.

“Please,” he replied, and he rubbed his eyes. I padded into the kitchen to fetch him some hard salami, Gouda cheese, and water crackers, and I sat back down next to him. He rubbed his eyes again and took the offering, which I placed on a cutting board for him. Sometimes all a guy wants in life is cheese, meat, and crackers, especially when nothing else seems to settle all that right.

Moving the furniture around to our liking was going to have to wait for the time being, at least until Jezza regained his strength.

“Do we bring something over?” I asked him at one point, and he shrugged his shoulders.

“If we want,” he replied as he stacked a medallion of salami upon a cracker and placed a slice of cheese on top of that. “I always heard that it’s rude to not bring something to a dinner party. But Spanakopita seems like a cool guy, though. I doubt he’ll make a fuss.”

I wanted to change my clothes and shower, anyway.

After our mid-afternoon snack, I brought it back to the kitchen and I handed him a glass of water. I then peeled off my shirt and headed to our new bathroom to test our new shower. I was shocked by how quickly the water warmed up, and I eagerly took to the opportunity. I let the water cascade over me, and I could feel the soap suds gathering around my feet and my ankles. I could feel the heat of the desert falling away from me once I had rinsed off all of the way.

I was in and out of there in no time with a clean towel wrapped around my waist and another clean one around my hair to keep it off my neck. I stepped out of the bathroom and ducked into our bedroom for a quick change of clothes.

Within time, Jeremy tried out the shower himself, and he returned out of there with more of a color in his face.

“Feel better?” I asked him as I put my shoes back on: I let my wet hair dangle down over my shoulder like a curtain all the while. Jeremy meanwhile shed his towel and stood before me completely naked.

“There he is,” I declared, and he grinned at me. Even after everything that he had been through, he was still smiling and his hair was still long and beautiful. I watched him change his clothes, and once he put his shoes on, we decided to go on over to Spanakopita’s place right across the way. At that point, the sun hung low over the horizon and I could tell that he was well in the thick of making chili for us. When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I glanced over my shoulder into Virginia’s kitchen window, and I caught a glimpse of what I believed to be a row of doll’s heads perched in the windowsill there. Doll’s heads which looked to be spattered in red paint.

It was rather jarring in comparison to what we had seen of her when we met her, but I put it out of my mind when we walked on up the stairs to the door. We were greeted by his dog, who wagged her tail at us and curled up next to me when I sat down on the couch. Jeremy seemed to have his strength back because he breezed out of Spanakopita’s cozy little kitchen to talk to me.

“Hey, Zero, could you go back across the way and fetch us that jar of minced garlic out of the fridge?”

“Of course,” I said, and I gave Daisy a final scratch behind her ears before I bowed before her head. “I’ll be right back, babe.” I stood up and walked on over to the door, and I made my way down the stairs. I took another glance into Virginia’s kitchen window once more, only to see her severing the head of a small body with a big butcher knife.

I darted up the stairs before she could make eye contact with me. My heart pounded in my chest once I reached our front door again: she came down on that doll with such force, and what made it worse was the fact that it bled out. It was so real, such that I wanted to take my time in returning to Spanakopita’s place with the jar of minced garlic. As far as I knew, the more I thought about it, it wasn’t a doll. Why would a doll bleed out like that?

I swallowed and once again descended our stairs. I didn’t dare look over my shoulder again to see what was happening in there, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. She had beheaded something and made it hemorrhage out. It wasn’t until I had reached the top of Spanakopita’s stairs when I wondered how many of those heads rested in her apartment and she hid them away from Jeremy and me when we initially met her.

My heart calmed down a great deal once I reached the front door, and I padded into the front room once again, that time with Daisy furiously wagging her tail at me like a little bull whip. I stepped into the kitchen, where I was greeted by the earthy smells and the tomatoes from the big pot on his stove. Spanakopita showed me a grin as he stirred it with his wooden spoon: I handed him the jar of minced garlic and he tilted his head back and showed me the elated look on his face.

“Beautiful!” he decreed, and he tapped the side of the wooden spoon upon the edge of the pot and set it down on the little ceramic plate on the counter to unscrew the lid of the minced garlic. He picked out a half of a teaspoon from the jar and dropped it into the chili.

“You think that’ll be enough?” I asked him, taken aback.

“Oh, yeah,” he assured me as he stirred the garlic into the pot. He reached off to the side for a large bowl full of cleaned black and white beans, and he held still for a second with it in between his hands. “All you need is a little bit of garlic.”

The thought of garlic made me think of vampires, as vampires sucked on blood, and I watched our landlady chop off the head of a doll and let it bleed out with utmost force and harshness. I shook my head a bit, and then I watched him pour the beans into the chili. Within a matter of seconds, the kitchen filled with that earthy, spicy aroma.

I felt Daisy’s tongue on the palm of my hand right then, and I turned to her to pet her head. She wagged her tail at me again, and I returned to the couch to pet her some more. But it wouldn’t last as dinner was nearly ready at that point. 

Spanakopita had made us a big pot of chili and accompanied it with a baguette with some fresh soft herb butter. He also offered to get us a cake that evening as well.

Something told me that things were going to be peaceful for us here, especially with Spanakopita across the way there.

The three of us hung out all evening, all the way until about eleven at night, at which point Jezza and I were ready for bed and Daisy had trotted into the bedroom and climbed up onto his bed. We never thought that we would have such a good greeting as we did with him.

I stepped out of the apartment first, while he lingered back and chatted with Spanakopita a bit more. I stood at the balcony and I let the cool night air sweep over my arms and through the roots of my hair. There was a halogen streetlight over on the other side of the courtyard, which was going to give Jeremy and me just enough light to make our way down the stairs and back to the other side. I was warm and feeling welcomed. I wanted us to do this every week with Spanakopita and Daisy. I wanted us to do this with all of our neighbors—

My train of thought was broken by the sound of a whimper downstairs. I took a glimpse down to the dark alleyway to see some ghostly light casting out from Virginia’s kitchen window. I didn’t look like any sort of lamp light that I was more than familiar with: if anything, it reminded me of the cold overhead lights in a hospital, except someone had turned it down a bit.

“Who’s that girl?” I asked aloud.

“What girl?” Jeremy then turned to me, slightly puzzled. He craned his neck for a look down the alleyway, and he spotted the woman down by Virginia’s front door. I put my arm across his chest to stop him in his tracks. The darkness surrounded us like a tapestry so we were hidden away as we watched her. I couldn’t hear a word either of the two women were saying, but I did make out the glow of the downstairs lamplight on the crest of her floppy hat. Jeremy huddled closer to me with his hand clasped onto the side of his hair so he could have a clearer look down there with me.

“Let’s just go,” Jeremy insisted in a low voice. “It’s probably nothing important.”

But it looked and sounded important, and something about their congregating together there gave me a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. I had a feeling that we were going to be stuck at Spanakopita’s apartment for a time, that is until the woman stepped away from the door and adjusted her hat all the while. The last thing I noticed was the huge black gemstone on her middle finger: the black gem surrounded by a series of small clear stones. From what I could tell, it was a black stone, but from the brief flash of light upon it, I could see the little bit of violet embedded in it.

The front door closed and darkness fell back over the alleyway again. The woman disappeared. Jeremy and I glanced at one another with a small sliver of the low lamplight from Spanakopita’s living room at our backs.

“Shall we?” he offered me in a low voice.

“Yeah. It’s getting late and I’m ready for bed. Why did you hesitate, anyway?”

I nibbled on my bottom lip, and I returned my gaze to the apartment down below. I just had to take a look in there for myself. I just had to be a little bit nosy, and I knew I would have to tell Jeremy about it when the time proved to be right. But for the time being, I had to keep it a secret.

“I’ll tell you later,” I assured him, and I led him back down the stairs.

[drangues]

this motherfucker is an absolute unit and for WHAT

[lollypopsx]

Do you think you could do like a continuation of char and Harry about there whole dinner with the boys and everything? What they do and how they eat and everything?

 Drabble Request

A continuation of Festive Food Shops With A Four Year Old

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Pre-Christmas Festivities Singledadrry x Charleigh - Age 4

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"Ready to sit up at the table now bug?" Louis asks, as Charleigh put her game of Connect-Four back into the box. While dinner was cooking, the boys were spread out around downstairs; Harry helping his chef, Sarah, in the kitchen, a film playing on the TV, and the rest of the boys going between helping out and keeping Charleigh company.

A few more close members of their team had arrived to join in the pre-festivities as dinner was almost ready.

Charleigh wandered into the dining area to find Harry, talking to Niall, Liam and Paul. "Hello Kiddo!" Paul smiles, seeing Charleigh as she gives him a happy hug. She was in her favourite tartan red pinafore with a white long sleeve t-shirt on and little white socks. It was her favourite because every time she wore it, Harry would wear his matching trousers with a white shirt. Her beautifully long, curly hair was in a half up, half down style with a glittery gold bow.

"Ready to eat some nice dinner?" Harry presses a kiss to her head and goes to the table. Everyone's plates were piled high with different meats, every kind of potato, vegetables, gravy, stuffing and more. The full works.

Christmas crackers were placed diagonally across the plates, with water and wine glasses at every place. Niall was pouring the wine, while Harry was placing down the plates.

“Uncle Ni, can I have some of that juice please?” Charleigh asks politely as she climbs up onto chair beside Harry’s.

“Careful baby, plates hot” Harry muttered quickly.

“Oh bug, this isn’t juice for you” Niall chuckle softly, “Why don’t I get you some juice in one of these fancy adult glasses?” He smiles, picking up one of the wine glasses.

Char giggles softly and nods excitedly. Niall filled her wine glass with some blackcurrant juice and set it in front of her.

Charleigh ate as much as she possibly could, she did have a lot on her plate compared to usual so Harry didn’t mind that she hadn’t finished, but he knew when she was beginning to get quiet, that meant she was very full up and very tired.

“You wanna go upstairs and have a nap baby?” Harry whispers as Charleigh looked over at him, climbing silently onto his lap, and shaking her head.

“Are you sure?” He whispers. She nodded once again and wrapped her arms around his neck as he held her small body close.

“Too much going on isn’t there?” Liam chuckled, sipping his beer as everyone moved into the front room again. Harry put on a different film from Charleigh as she clung to his chest. Everyone was chatting, drinking and snacking amongst themselves. There were at least twenty people around, and though Harry had a very large house, and it was a very safe space for Charleigh, it sometimes could still be very overwhelming for her.

When her tiny fists were balled up into Harry’s jumper, Harry instantly knew why. “Shall we go and sit upstairs together for 10 minutes?” He mumbles into her head. He noticed how her wide eyes were roaming around the room, full of their closest friends but less familiar faces to Charleigh, only Harry, Liam, Louis, Niall and a few of the security guards were the ones she saw more regularly. She gave him a wide-eyed nod and clung to him tightly as he lifted her onto his hip.

“Excuse me, I’ll be back in a little while” Harry explains to the other guests as he took her into his bedroom, the sunset streaming through the window. Instead of turning on the main bright light, he switched on the fairy lights in his room, which Charleigh had begged him to put up. Twinkly lights seemed to calm Charleigh, she could sit happily and watch their warm glow flicker.

Harry sat quietly on his bed, his back resting against the headboard and sitting Char across his lap, his arms protectively engulfing her as her wide green eyes became glued to the fairy lights strung up on the ceiling. Her breath hiccupped in her chest, which meant the overwhelming feeling was crowding her still.

“Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me But bare this mind, it was meant to be And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks And it all makes sense to me

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth But if I do, it's you Oh, it's you, they add up to I'm in love with you And all these little things

You can't go to bed without a cup of tea And maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep Though it makes no sense to me

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth But if it's true, it's you It's you, they add up to I'm in love with you And all these little things

You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you And you'll never treat yourself right darling, but I want you to If I let you know, I'm here for you Maybe you'll love yourself like I love you, oh

And I've just let these little things slip out of my mouth 'Cause it's you, oh, it's you It's you, they add up to And I'm in love with you And all these little things”

Harry sung quietly, swaying his daughter gently as she watched gentle lights twinkling on this wintery evening. Her ragged breaths had calmed, and her eyes had gone from being wide and alert, to calm and comfortable.

“Would you like to go back downstairs now or have another 10 minutes of quiet time?” Harry whispered calmly as he stroked her hair.

She sat up slowly. “We can go downstairs now Daddy” She whispers softly.

“Come on pretty girl” Harry smiles, kissing her cheek and lifting himself off the bed. He took her hand as they walked back down to the living room. There was a very big difference in her emotion when she came back downstairs. Niall and Liam were playing a card game as Charleigh ran over to them instantly.

“Woah! I thought you were asleep trouble!” Niall chuckled at the sudden force of a 4 year olds bodyweight bombarding onto her lap.

“Shall we find a game that you can play too?” Liam chuckled as they quickly ditched their own game. 

“Twister!!” Charleigh gleams happily. Harry chuckles, now feeling more relaxed that Charleigh had had ten minutes to calm down and it had made all the difference. He didn’t feel quite as hopeless now. He could now sit and speak to some other friends with a glass of wine.

Niall had set out the twister matt in the living room. “Who’s playing?!” He calls with a chuckle as a few stand up to join in.

“Princesses first!” Louis smiles, as he hands Charleigh the board so she could have her first spin. Of course, as always, Niall and Louis were the first out, then Preston from the security team, it was then between Charleigh, Harry and Leigh Anne. But of course they let Charleigh win...how could they not?!

“I won Daddy! I won!” Charleigh giggles, jumping happily and clapping her hands in excitement. 

“I know! Well done baby!” He kisses her head proudly.

“Uncle Niall” Charleigh floats over to him as he was talking to a pretty girl a hair colour similar to hers and a funny accent, she thinks her name is Jade. Her arms shoot up to Niall and he picks her up, lifting her onto his hip without hesitation.

“Yes my little Christmas pudding?” Niall chuckles softly. 

“Can we sing some songs with your guitar?” She asks shyly, her wide eyes pleading.

“How could anyone ever say no to you” Jade chuckles, tickling Charleigh’s cheek softly as she giggled.

“Jade is right, I definitely can’t ever say no to you!” He chuckles. 

“How about I make you some Hot Chocolate?” Jade offers with a kind smile. Hot chocolate? Charleigh liked her already!

Everyone sat together in a circle comfortably, most drinking some warm mulled wine, others with a beer and a select few with non-alcoholic drinks.

Charleigh had wormed her way comfortably back into Harry’s lap as he was still speaking to some other friends. He was sat cross legged on the floor, his wine in one hand as his other arm instantly wrapped around Charleigh, who rested the back of her head on Harry’s chest. He pressed a soft kiss to her head mid conversation. Some conversations had died down as Niall began strumming his guitar, other conversations still continuing quietly.

A few others joined in with the singing, as well as Charleigh for some songs she knew. She happily watched her uncle Niall with glimmering eyes and a giant smile. Harry’s eyes glanced down, his heart warming as he captured the beautiful smile on his daughter. Her happiness reminded him how privileged and lucky he was to have her.

It was always them two. It would only ever be those two.

Father and Daughter, against the world.

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[gnocchighoul]

CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW HOT LUCIFER LOOKS PLEASE BECAUSE I WANNA SPREAD HIM ON A CRACKER LIKE CHEESE AND EAT HIM

[saturnznct]

alissa’s first word | j.jh

➸ note; shoutout to the anon from the other day who asked for more dad!jaehyun !! this one is for you <3

➸ word count; 750 words

➸ amelia & alissa; aged 1

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‘Mimi,’ you call out to Amelia using her sort of pet name you and Jaehyun had subconsciously given her.

Amelia tears her eyes away from her toy, the kind where you match up the plastic shapes with the holes. She stares at you blankly, annoyed at how you’d interrupted her playtime.

‘Mama is just going into the kitchen, okay?’

‘You’ve got to stop trying to force her to speak,’ a low voice came from behind you, ‘she will do it when she’s ready.’

Amelia’s head perks up at the sound of her father, and she immediately drops the green plastic square on the floor, quickly crawling over to him, holding her arms up.

Jaehyun scoops her up, kissing her head and sort of resting his nose against it. You knew he liked the smell of their heads, so this wasn’t a rare sight.

‘I’m impatient though,’ you whined, ‘and I want her to say mama and not dada.’

Jaehyun chuckles lowly, ‘Mimi is a daddy’s girl. I’m sure she’ll say dada first.’

‘Yeah right.’

‘You wanna bet?’ Jaehyun raises his eyebrows, just as Amelia starts squirming around in his arms, ‘okay, okay, fine, let’s go have dinner, alright?’

You follow them both into the kitchen where Alissa is already in her high chair, bouncing and kicking her legs in anticipation for her food. She takes notice of her sister, getting even more excited.

‘See, Lissa, Mimi is here now! So food won’t be 2 minutes,’ Jaehyun puts Amelia into her own chair, where she slides in perfectly.

‘Muh,’ Alissa yells.

‘Calm down Liss,’ you gently scold.

Jaehyun turns around, holding two plates with cheese and crackers on them.

‘There you go angels,’ the plastic plates make a a small clanging noise when Jaehyun places them down, both girls grabbing the cheese with their chubby little hands.

‘Is that nice, Mimi?’ You grin as she shoves the cheese into her mouth, drool leaking down onto her My Melody bib.

‘They go so quiet when we give them food,’ Jaehyun laughs, ‘so fickle.’

Alissa decides to go for the crackers first, chomping down on them, crumbs exploding down her own bib.

‘More for us to vacuum up when they’re done,’ Jaehyun complains with a smirk, ‘its like they do it on purpose.’

You yawn loudly, head lolling onto Jaehyun’s shoulder. You feel like a bit of a mess, hair unwashed and unbrushed, your t-shirt covered in random stains from the girls. Jaehyun of course always looks stunning, although slightly disheveled with messy hair. His arms are warm around you, and you yawn again, just watching your two girls eat their food.

‘You go have a nap baby,’ Jaehyun hums, kissing the side of your head.

‘I can’t just leave you to look after them alone,’ you protest, wiping away the tears that come from your eyes with the yawning.

‘Hey, you spend enough time taking care of them by yourself. Even if it’s just for an hour, go and lie down.’

At that moment, Amelia drops a block of cheese onto the floor.

‘Eh-‘ she tries to peer over the tray to locate it, but when she realises it’s out of reach, her face twists up, and you know she’s about to cry.

‘No, Amelia, it’s ok, see look,’ without picking up the now inedible cheese, you take another piece from her plate and hold it out to her. While she’s distracted, Jaehyun picks up the other bit from the floor and tosses it into the bin.

Amelia calms down after being given the replacement, her red face slowly going back to normal as she takes deep breaths.

’See, Mimi, everything is fine! have a drink sweetheart,’ you hold out her sippy cup, which she takes.

‘Mimi,’ a small voice echos, prompting you and Jaehyun to stop in your tracks.

‘Huh?’

‘What did she just say?’

‘Mimi,’ Alissa repeats, staring dead at her older sister.

‘Oh my god-‘ you gasp, ‘Jae, that counts as a word right?’

Jaehyun seems ironically completely lost for words, a proud smile spreading across his face.

‘Mimi, eh, me. me.’

‘Well done Lissa!’ You exclaim, clapping and jumping up and down.

‘Good job baby girl,’ Jaehyun lifts her out of the chair, spinning her around gently while smothering her in kisses. Alissa, forever a daddy’s girl shrieks happily.

Amelia whines in jealousy, and you respond by picking her up as well.

‘It’s ok that you haven’t said your first word yet, I’m so proud of you too.’

[writingsbychlo]

💭

Ayyy Congrats Chlo! Can I get a 💭 of Noah when his girl is pregnant? Like how is he through it snd when she's in labor?

no more requests, the sleepover is over, I'm just finishing up what's in my inbox!

I got so carried away with this

he would be so good by the labour stage

but lets be real, he takes a hot minute to get adjusted

now, don't get me wrong, this was planned

and he is damn excited to be a dad

you've been taking folic acid and vitamin D and all the good stuff

and you were both elated and crying when the test came back positive

but he does take a moment to actually realise what it means

like he did not think that far through, if he's honest

rubbing your back throughout morning sickness

but like, he doesn't quite get it

you have a significantly lowered sex drive

breast tenderness and morning sickness and he is kinda sexually frustrated

it takes him a moment to adjust to that because y'all had been pretty active before, and he has to take care of himself now

not to mention, you're a lot more sleepy

he knew you'd get sleepy, but he expected it to come later, not as early in the pregnancy as the first few weeks

so there's a lot of things that have to be cancelled

like concerts and things

but he was looking forwards to them

and it causes some arguments to begin with

like when he went to the concert with boyd instead

and you'd put a blanket and pillow on the couch for him

or the argument that came with him insisting that he could ride the bike a little longer

and the little strop he gets in when you throw out all the foods on the list your midwife gave you after your first antenatal appointment

"you can't eat them, but I can! why do we have to throw it all out?"

"because you're supposed to be supporting me!"

"I am supporting you, but I still want to eat my food!"

"fine, keep it then!"

and he feels bad two weeks later when you go to game night

and derek and stiles have laid out an awesome looking spread

with charcuterie boards and cheeses and crackers and wine

and he knows how much you love all of that stuff

and you literally can't have any of it

in fact, you brought your own meal, which is a salad and plain crackers and it's not exactly game night material

and so he does some research into food and writes down everything you can and can't have

and he watches a video on best recipes for pregnancy and he makes one for you

a little surprise dinner for when you get home from work

"what's all this?"

"well, you know, your meals look kinda' miserable. but, you're literally growing our child, so you should get to eat nice things, and I googled a good recipe for pregnancy safe meals."

noah getting laid that night

and afterwards, when you're asleep on his chest, he realises how easy it is when he stops thinking it's gonna be a struggle

at around about 7 weeks, you start getting more emotional

crying more at movies and getting mad at random things and being a lot clingier than usual

which he doesn't mind, of course

but it freaks him out sometimes

"noah, what the fuck?" while in tears and he's freaking out because he has no idea how bad he fucked up or what he did "there's a dead bird in the garden, noah, that's got to be some kind of omen, oh my god, what if you die? why would you just die, noah?"

so he cleans up the dead bird

but now you're mad because you're worried about him abandoning you

"baby, if I was gonna' abandon you then why would I have married you, huh?"

and it takes him a hot minute to get used to that too

however, he also learns how to direct it at other people for his own amusement

"hey, baby, did you know that stiles wears socks to bed, even in the summer?"

"you wear socks to sleep in the summer? you're sick, stiles. you're sick. I don't want you near my child, you're weird, you and your socks and your sweaty toes can stay away. you're so gross."

"what the fuck?"

and noah just laughing his ass off about it

you also have to pee a lot more so noah has to take that into account

you're still fully able to go hiking and do the things the two of you love doing

but he has to plan in your pee breaks

not to mention, you're still throwing up every morning

so, he can't plan too much, but he does plan a little weekend getaway for you both

with a privately rented cabin so that you can throw up each morning in peace and don't feel like you're being watched

panicking when you get spotting at week 8

and that really throws you both through a loop

rushing to the hospital and he's unfamiliar with driving your car

so it stresses him out to know he's useless in emergencies

it turns out to be nothing

but noah is pretty sure he's never cried that hard

not to mention, in a public bathroom, just so he didn't scare you

and when he gets home, like, fuck, it's a reality check for him

he starts getting driving lessons

he has a license and all but he's rusty

and he wants to be prepared, so he starts taking lessons

he also starts checking out bigger cars for the two of you

because your little car won't do in a few years

"you know, not that I'm complaining, but I've noticed you aren't wearing bras anymore."

watching your cheeks go fucking warm as you get all embarrassed

"do you wanna go shopping, get some comfier ones?"

"you are gonna go pregnancy bra shopping with me?"

"well, considering how proud I am when I get to go regular bra shopping with you, I think pregnancy bra shopping is the same."

going with you to get tests and scans done

literally crying again when you hear the heartbeat

"we made that, oh my god."

texting everyone he knows when you get your due date estimate

holding your hands when you have to get your pregnancy vaccinations

actually taking notes when the midwife starts talking about making a birthing plan and getting things sorted before you get to the third trimester

and he does a lot of research on birthing plans and starts prepping

going on every shopping trip with you

"I want to get the nursery painted, like, a while before the baby comes. so we can air it out for fumes."

"we can go check samples out this weekend."

"well, I mean, that's soon, like, really?"

"yeah, whatever you want, sunshine."

getting laid again

and when the morning sickness goes away, he starts getting his late morning sleep back

starting to get self-conscious about extra pregnancy weight gain

and noah doing everything he can to reassure you

but as you get into the second trimester, your sex drive suddenly jumps back up

and he fucking loves it

because that's a lot of unprotected sex and a lot of making out and a lot of touching

and honestly, something about it is really turning him on

"baby, I don't know if it's your glow or the fact that I am literally so in love with you, or maybe the months of not having sex, but I've literally never been this hard."

"shut up and fuck me, you can compliment me later."

"'kay."

throughout your second trimester, you get everything done

the nursery gets decorated and the furniture is built and it's perfect

there's only the little touches now, like mobiles and clothes and such

he also bought the new car, and traded yours in

and he arranged for you to get lessons in it too, so you know how to drive a bigger car before you get too pregnant to drive safely

crying the first time the baby moves. so much fucking crying.

and getting so excited every time

it's few and far between in the middle of your second trimester, but it's so meaningful

starting to go to pregnancy classes

and he also signs you both up for a pregnancy exercise class

that is supposedly meant to make labour easier because of the pelvic floor exercises

having a few days where you're nervous around him

thinking he did something wrong

"I think I'm gonna want to take an epidural."

"that's what you've been so worried about?"

"well, yeah. I read all these pamphlets about how it's so controversial and sometimes the dads don't like it, an-"

"I want you to be happy, okay? it's gonna be a happy time, so whatever you want, we'll do, okay? I want you to smile when you look back on the birth of our baby."

"I love you, so damn much."

"I love you so damn much."

finding out the sex of the baby, neither of you wants to wait

telling everyone it's a secret until the baby shower

your bump really starting to come in at the end of the second trimester

as well as headaches and backaches and stretch marks

and noah always making sure to kiss it better

a lot of nice warm baths and washing your hair for you

the baby starts responding to touch and sound, though

noah starts talking to the baby a lot

telling them about your day and rubbing lotion on your stomach

the baby getting hiccups for the first time

in the beginning of the second trimester, you start choosing names

more tears when you settle on a name

the third trimester is where you really start feeling it

you’ve got mood swings, you’ve got backache, and you’re getting a lot of odd cravings

all of which noah indulges for you

some make him gag and he actually cannot watch you eat it

banning food in bed

it caused an argument but he won that one

announcing the gender at your baby shower

you and noah dressing in white while waiting for everyone’s guesses

it’s a girl!

you announced it via a little cake cutting ceremony that was pink inside

using those last few weeks to decorate the nursery with teddies and buy clothes

when you finally go into labour it’s actually while you’re hanging out with stiles and derek

thinking it’s just cramps for a while

because you’ve been having cramps, you think it’s fine

until

“uh, (Y/N), you know I love you, but did you pee on my couch?”

“excuse me, I did not pee on your couch an- oh my god, they’re contractions.”

noah literally choking on his drink

you rubbing his back as he tries to cough it up

panicking so much that his whole fucking birthing plan goes out of the window

“the bag is at home!”

“what about your pillow?”

“fuck! fuck! fuck!”

derek is the only calm one because stiles is;

“HOLY FUCK, IM GONNA BE AN UNCLE, GIMME A NEICE!”

and noah is 

“HOLY FUCK, IM GONNA BE A FATHER!”

so derek coordinates it all while you just kinda sit there and watch it all

“okay, well, her contractions are now, like, eight minutes apart, so maybe we should get a move on.”

telling stiles to take you to the hopsital while he takes noah to pick everything up

and off you go

stiles is fucking buzzing the whole way there

calling your hospital to inform them you’re on your way

getting to the hospital and being greeted by your midwife

“lovely to see you again, mom and dad”

“I DIDN’T MAKE THAT.”

“thanks, stiles.” your midwife being confused. “this is the uncle, they’re twins. dad is on his way.”

“I’M THE UNCLE!”

“stop shouting stiles, the baby won’t come out, you’re scaring it back up.”

“sorry.”

stiles holding your hand

noah arriving five minutes later with more than enough stuff

“I didn’t know which pjs you’d want after so I brought options!”

after a good few hours of labour, and noah being there for all of it, your baby is born

literally crashing right after and sleeping for a while

“‘bout fuckin time you woke up, noah won’t let me see my niece ‘til you have. hurry up.”

“I will punch you so hard you’ll be glad you’re in a hospital.”

“that’s my wife”

“sorry.”

meeting your daughter with noah, and having a moment

because he’s put her in a little pink striped onesie and she’s got a baby beanie on

“she’s got your nose.”

“you can’t tell that, she’s like six hours old.”

“i can hope.”

finally taking her to meet stiles who practically dies on the spot

he cries a lot when he finally gets to hold his niece

“stiles, derek, meet ‘hope claudia stilinski’.”

[lostcoves]

ft. bodyguard!goshiki tsutomu x fem!gang princess!reader

genre: smut

wc & warnings: 1.5k | drunk!(y/n) in the beginning, gun violence, murder, gangs, mention of arranged marriages, cunnilingus, blowjobs, cum swallowing, mommy kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, virgin!(y/n) and virgin!goshiki

premise: as the daughter of one of japan’s most notorious gang leaders, you have a duty to protect the integrity of the gang. but when your father proposes an arranged marriage to a rival gang’s heir, you turn to your bodyguard goshiki tsutomu for a shoulder to cry on.. and something more.

note: my contribution to @theehoneybunii’s back to the streets collab! it was a joy to write! i wanna thank @ultimate-astridwriting​ for beta reading this piece for me, you’re the best <3 remember to filter #lostcoves.nsfw if you’re a minor and DON’T INTERACT WITH THIS!!!

the casino was buzzing with energy, as bodyguard goshiki tsutomu watched you play craps drunkenly with other attendees. you let out a holler of victory after winning another round, happily accepting your winnings. 

goshiki sighed and checked his watch, “miss (y/n), we gotta get going,” he whispered to you, “your father will be expecting you open soon. wouldn’t want to anger him with tardiness.”

“that old man can suck it,” you spat, your words slurred. goshiki ran a hand through his bowlcut and gently grabbed your arm, “please, miss. (y/n).. i don’t want to get in trouble if we show up late.”

your expression softened, “okay, let’s go.”

goshiki helped you pack up the cash you won and placed it in his bag. he offered you a smile and promised to you, “we can come back to the casino tomorrow, miss. (y/n).”

“you won’t be going anywhere,” a security guard approached the two of you, stern and arms crossed over his beefy chest. goshiki stood in front of you protectively and asked the security guard, “is there a problem, sir?”

“your little girlfriend is under suspicion of cheating,” the security guard answered, reaching out for your arm, “she needs to come with me for questioning.”

goshiki latched onto the guard’s arm and glared, “whenever she’s going, i’m coming with her.”

the security guard pulled out his gun, “you’re a dead man, goshiki.”

goshiki smirked and quickly disarmed the security guard, taking the gun and putting a bullet between the guard’s eyes. a loud bang echoed throughout the casino, attendees screaming in terror and scattering about. 

“did you really have to kill him?” you asked, pouting slightly. goshiki looped his arm around your waist and smiled, “see that tattoo on his wrist?” he gestured to the dragon tattoo on the dead man’s skin, “it’s the sign of the kokuryū, your father’s rivals.”

“i see,” you replied, as the two of you exited a panicking casino. a limo pulled up and goshiki opened the door for you, you entered the limo with goshiki and took a seat. goshiki signaled the chauffeur to drive.

“here,” goshiki handed you some crackers and a bottle of water, “to sober up.”

“thanks,” you gulped down the water and ate a few crackers.

“your father has news for you.”

“he does?” you asked, eating a few more crackers.

“just don’t get- we’re here,” the chauffeur announced your arrival to the residence of the white jackals. goshiki exited the limo and did a perimeter search to clear the area before letting you out. 

“goshiki,” your father- shiro- greeted his daughter’s bodyguard upon entry to the white jackals’ headquarters. goshiki bowed respectfully to shiro, “boss,” before stepping aside. you embraced your father tightly and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “daddy!”

“there’s my precious angel,” shiro squished your cheeks, “it’s good to see you in one piece. did you win anything at the casino?”

“about ten grand,” you smiled.

“that’s my girl,” your father chuckled, “now, let’s get to business.”

“goshiki said you had news for me,” you stood beside goshiki, nervous. you hoped it was good news. your father nodded and answered, “i do. i have arranged a marriage between you and the heir to the blue dart frogs gang.”

“you.. you what?” everything froze.

“it’s necessary to secure our position as a gang, especially since the kokuryū has been gaining more influence,” shiro explained to you, “i don’t expect you to be loyal to your husband and neither does he but i do except you to maintain a public appearance of love with him.”

“daddy..” tears formed in your eyes, “i.. okay,” you admitted defeat.

“thank you for being understanding,” your father sighed, “i’ll be sure to buy you something nice in return. goshiki, take (y/n) to her room.”

“yes, boss!” goshiki exclaimed. he held out his hand to you, “let’s go.”

you took his hand and goshiki led you back to your bedroom. inside, you collapsed on your king-sized bed and sobbed into your pillows. an arranged marriage!? was your father insane?!

“miss. (y/n)..” goshiki sat down next to you on the bed.

“go away..” you cried, your voice muffled by the pillows.

“is there anything i can do for you?” goshiki asked, stroking some hair out of your face. you looked up from your pillows and sniffled, “stop this marriage for me, goshiki.”

“you know i can’t do that,” he responded.

“i know,” you muttered, hugging goshiki for dear life. he held you close and gave you a kiss on the top of your head, “i’ll be here for you, every step of the way. i promise that.”

“goshiki..” you cupped his cheeks, “i love you.”

“(y/n)..” goshiki looked scared. how would your father react if he found out about this? you smiled fondly at goshiki and whispered in his ear, “i’m not married yet. it will only be one night.”

“have you sobered up?” goshiki didn’t want to take advantage of you.

“i have,” you began nipping at his neck, “make love to me, tsutomu.”

“okay,” he answered breathlessly. quickly, goshiki got up and locked the door before returning to your bed. the two of you exchanged passionate kisses, as you stripped one another of their clothes. 

“you’re beautiful,” goshiki hummed to you, admiring all of your body. he loved it all, especially what others would consider to be imperfections. to him, you were a shining star.

“so are you, handsome!” you giggled, gesturing to his toned abdomen and lightly tanned skin. goshiki smiled at your laughter, it was warm and joyous. he wanted to hear you laugh more. 

“kiss me,” you told goshiki. 

“your wish is my command, princess.”

goshiki pressed a trail of kisses against your skin, kissing up your legs towards your face. you giggled more at the sensation, goshiki felt his heart flutter at your giggling. he ended it with a tender kiss on the lips, holding you close. 

“you’re wet,” he murmured, his slender fingers rubbing your soaking cunt.

“a- ah! be gentle..” you asked goshiki, face heating up. 

goshiki crawled down and kissed your clit, earning a wanton moan from you. eager to please you, he began lapping up your slick juices, nose bumping into your clit.

“f- fuck!” you came, extremely sensitive from being a little virgin baby. 

“thanks for the meal!” goshiki thanked you. 

“my turn,” you pushed goshiki down on the bed and attacked his neck with kisses. he moaned happily, as you trailed down his body and towards his hardened cock. you took his cock in your hand, admiring its length and thickness, before giving it a few strokes.

“sh- shit..” goshiki moaned, also a little virgin baby.

“want mommy to kiss your cock? mhm? make you feel good with my tongue?” you purred to goshiki teasingly. he nodded rapidly and cried out, “yes, mommy! wanna feel your tongue and mouth on my dick!”

“alrighty then!” you took goshiki’s length in your mouth, slurping and sucking to the best of your ability. it was a bit awkward at first but you managed to figure out to suck dick properly after a few tries. goshiki’s moans made your cunt wetter, as you bobbed your head up and down on his dick. 

“coming!” goshiki yelled before shooting his load down your throat. it tasted funny- was this the taste of cum?- and you swallowed it. you removed your mouth from his cock and informed him, “tell mommy that she did a good job.”

“mommy did a great job!” goshiki praised you, hugging you tightly. you chuckled and told goshiki, “my baby boy did a great job, too.”

“can- can i put it in?” goshiki asked of you, his cock still red and hard.

“of course you can,” you laid back on the pillows and spread your legs, showing off your dripping pussy to goshiki. 

“this.. this would be my first time,” goshiki confessed to you.

“mine as well so be gentle,” you reminded your bodyguard.

goshiki nodded and pressed a kiss to your cunt before lining himself up to your entrance and sliding himself in. he bottomed out with a shaky breath and checked to see if you were okay, your face already contorting from a mix of pain and pleasure.

“fuck me good, tsutomu!” you shouted, as goshiki thrust himself inside your pussy. your walls were sucking him in like a vice, goshiki nearly came from the sensation. yet, he held out and pounded into you, groping your breasts to stabilize himself.

“fuck, fuck, fuck-” he chanted, “-you’re so tight, mommy! so tight and warm! i love you, i love you, i love!” goshiki sobbed.

“i love you too, baby boy!” you exclaimed before you two came, goshiki shooting hot seed into your womb.

you collapsed in goshiki’s arms, as goshiki pulled his softened cock out of your cunt. some seed spilled out of your pussy, goshiki smiled at the sight. he kissed on you on the forehead and whispered, “i love you.”

“i love you too,” you whispered back.

[coldflame96]

Lunch Break

Summary: Tohru skips lunch to avoid being an inconvenience. Thankfully, she has a loving huband to set her straight. 

Rating: G

Also found on AO3 and FF.net

Inspired by a RL situation with a friend of mine. 

The store was busy today. She hadn’t eaten since breakfast and she was starting to get hungry. They had just finished with the last customer in line. 

“Hey, Tohru-kun,” Her supervisor got her attention, “I know it’s kinda late, but did you wanna take your lunch break?”

“Yes,” she sighed in relief. “Thank you, Kaori-san.”

She opened the mini fridge and felt her heart skip a beat. It was empty...She thought back to when she had left this morning and rested her head on the counter, groaning. She must’ve forgotten it in the fridge this morning.

“What’s wrong?” Kaori-san asked. 

“I was in such a rush this morning I forgot my lunch,” she admitted shamefully. 

“Oh, well that’s no big deal! Just go to the cafe around the corner. Kenji-kun is working and he likes me so just tell him I sent you and he’ll make whatever you want for free.”

“I can’t do that!” 

“Eh? Why? Will your husband get jealous? He doesn’t have to know.”

She shook her head. “Kenji-kun is always working so hard I can’t trouble him like that!”

“Trouble him?” Kaori-san laughed. “Man, you’re really funny sometimes, Tohru-kun.” She frowned. She was sure Kaori-san didn’t mean anything by it, but sometimes it felt like she was a small child being dismissed even though they were close to the same age. She didn’t really like it...

“Oh! Good afternoon!” Kaori-san greeted as the bell rung. 

Well...her shift was over soon anyway. Might as well just hold out until she got home. She would be fine.

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She wasn’t fine. It had been a rough day. She ended up having to stay three hours later than initially planned due to a coworker calling off sick. She clenched her stomach. She was so hungry! 

On shaky legs, she managed to let herself into their apartment. Thankfully, her and Kyo-kun had gone grocery shopping yesterday so there was enough there to make something easy. 

Just the thought of eating made her stomach yowl in protest. 

She set up two boiling pots of water, one for rice, the other for the potatoes. 

She mustered up whatever energy she could to start peeling the potatoes, arms heavy with fatigue. She was really tired. Hopefully Kyo-kun wouldn’t be too disappointed if she tucked in early after dinner. 

She heard the creak of the door. “Tohru?” Oh, so he was home already. 

“Kyo-kun!” she jumped up from the table, apparently too fast as it made her woozy, and tried to run to greet her husband but ended up tripping on the way, strong arms keeping her afloat from under her shoulders. 

“Whoa! Clumsier than usual, huh?”

This would normally be the time when she would defend herself, but her tongue was...stuck. 

Kyo-kun, always so perceptive, cocked his head in concern. “Tohru, are you okay?” he stroked her cheek. “You look pale.”

Say something. “I-I’m fine, Kyo-kun.”

He wasn’t convinced. “You don’t really look fine.” He put a warm hand on her forehead, brow furrowed. “You don’t have a fever..”

She pulled away, careful not to be too abrupt. “I’m fine, really! I just feel a bit faint. Once I get something to eat, I’m sure I’ll be right as rain!”

“What, did you take your lunch break really early today or something?”

She giggled nervously. “Yeah, something like that.”

“What time did you eat?”

She froze, blanching. She was never a very good liar, and with the way he was staring at her now, she knew she wasn’t getting anything past him. 

“Before I left,” she mumbled.

“Huh?”

She cleared her throat. “Last time I ate was...before I left.”

Kyo-kun gave her a steady look. “That was over 11 hours ago.”

She averted her eyes shamefully. His fingers crooked her chin up so they were facing each other. “Tohru, why would you not eat?”

“I-um-” she floundered, “I was in a rush this morning and I completely forgot to pack my lunch and I didn’t realize it until I was already there.”

“There’s a cafe down the street from you. Why didn’t you just order from them?”

“W-well, I-I thought about it but I didn’t really have time to go pick anything up.”

“So have someone else do it. You could’ve called me and I would’ve brought you something.”

She waved her hands. “Well, everyone was really busy and I didn’t wanna bother them and have them make food for me. It’s my own fault I forgot my lunch, not theirs and-”

He groaned, “Tohru, you’re not bothering anyone, that’s literally their job. They get paid to make food for people. Including you.”

She knew that. Of course she knew that. She’d been kicking herself for it all day. “By the time I had time for a break, I was already almost off anyway, so I figured I would just wait til I got home.”

He cupped her cheeks. “You should’ve eaten something sooner, a pack of crackers, anything. You look like you’re about to pass out.”

She jerked away. “I’m fine, really!” And then she swayed and soon enough she was in the air, tossed over her husband's shoulder like a sack. 

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” he asked nonchalantly, not even grunting with the effort of carrying her at all, which she vowed to file away for future use. “I’m taking my wife to bed.” Almost married for a year now and she still felt a tingle in her chest when he called her that.

“What?! But- but dinner!-”

“I’ll finish it.” And then he gently tossed her on their bed. “Last thing we need is for you to pass out while cooking.”

She wanted to argue, to protest, but the longer she sat, the more the energy left her. And all that was left...was shame. Shame at herself for not eating over something so silly, shame that Kyo-kun had to come home from a long day just to worry about her...Her throat got choked up and she felt her eyes go misty.

“Tohru?” He asked softly. He was always so kind, so much kinder than she ever deserved. Long fingers fanned her cheeks, wiping away the tears at the corner of her eyes and he was kneeling in front of her now at eye level. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m always being stupid and making you worry about me.”

“You’re not stupid and if I don’t worry about you, then who will?” She didn’t have much of an answer to that. “I’m not mad at you,” he sighed out, “And I don’t mind taking care of you. If you don’t want me to worry, then you should be better at taking care of yourself once in a while.”

She sniffed, nodding. “Right. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.” He grabbed something out of his pocket. “Here.” 

She scrunched her eyebrow at the wrapped snack. “A granola bar?”

“You need something in your system before dinner. It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing.”

He was always so rational. She smiled softly. “Thank you.”

He hummed in response, pushing her hair back to kiss her forehead. “I’ll come get you when dinner’s ready. Just sit here and relax for a bit.”

And then he was gone. 

She obediently opened her granola bar, chewing in slow, careful bites. She really would have to be more careful, wouldn’t she? It wasn’t like Kyo-kun could trail her around to make sure she wasn’t hurting. She smiled at that visual image. Cute. 

She wasn’t sure how long she sat there, sinking into the mattress, slowly getting through her granola. 

“Oi,” she got a light bonk on the head and she jolted. 

“Oh, Kyo-kun! You’re back already?”

He raised an eyebrow and then burst into chuckles. 

“What?”

“I’ve never seen someone space out while eating a granola bar.” he stroked her hair. “You’re really adorable sometimes.”

She blushed and he just laughed some more and she felt her breath leave her a bit. He really was beautiful, wasn’t he?

“C’mon, come eat with me. I’ve missed you.” She knew he meant it. Kyo-kun didn’t just say things to butter her up. Before she could respond though, she was being hoisted from under her knees into the air. 

She squeaked in surprise and wrapped her arms instinctively around his neck. “Kyo-kun, I can walk on my own,” she protested weakly. 

He shrugged, smirking. “It’s more fun this way.”

He started walking out, effortlessly. Did she weigh anything to him at all?

“Nah, you’re pretty light.” he responded, and she stiffened as she realized she said that out loud. 

“Am I?” She’d always thought she was pretty average sized. 

“I’ve held kittens heavier than you,” he drawled. 

She pouted, huffing, “Now you’re just bullying me.”

He snorted. “You love it though, don’t you?”

Well, two could play at that game. “Of course!” she chirped innocently, “I love everything about you.” And then she kissed his jawline sweetly and watched with delight as his cheeks turned pink and his grip slackened enough that she could slide down to the floor gently. 

She saw the spread on the table and clapped her hands together. “Wow, Kyo-kun! It looks so good!” Then she grinned at him. “You’re so amazing!” 

His face almost matched his hair now. “It’s not a big deal,” he mumbled, “It’s just dinner.”

They’ve known each other for almost half a decade now and he still got so bashful over the smallest things. 

She threaded her fingers through his. “Thank you.”

The shy smile he gave her made it all worth it. 

“Hey, Tohru?” he asked as she sat down to eat. She looked up at him curiously. “Please don’t do this to yourself again. Just call next time. You’re never a bother. Not to me.”

Of course she knew that. It had been clear to her for a long time, but it didn't stop her eyes from getting watery. Her traitorous brain still sometimes told her she wasn't worth it, and here he was to tell her otherwise. She wondered if she'd ever get used to it. 

"Oi, don't get all weepy on me now," he scolded gently. "You need to eat." 

She rubbed her eyes. "Right." 

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It’d been over two weeks since that incident and she’d been extra diligent to make sure she brought her lunch with her every day.

Kyo-kun had said she could call him if she needed to, but she still wanted to avoid doing that if she could. 

She felt the rumble of her stomach. She had finished with wiping the counters, cleaning the windows, and organizing the snack areas. She should ask Kaori-san for a break soon…

"Hey, Tohru-kun," oh! And there she was! "There's a super hot guy over there checking you out! I know you're married so you want me to send him away?" 

She scrunched her brow. Super hot…? She looked where Kaori-san was pointing and her eyes widened at the familiar copper hair. 

"Kyo-kun!" She gasped. 

"Wait, you know him?" But she was already running from behind the counter, only vaguely registering Kaori-san calling her. 

She only had eyes for the man in front of her, still in his gi and looking so effortlessly handsome. 

"Kyo-kun!" She grabbed his sleeve.

He smiled at her. "Oh, hey. That was quick." 

"Wh-what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the dojo?" 

"I'm on lunch. I wanted to see you. Have you taken your break yet?" 

"Uhh, no, I was just about to…"

"Take it now." He nodded towards the counter where Kaori-san was watching them with rapt attention. "That's your supervisor?" 

"Yes."

"Want me to tell her?" The woman in question narrowed her eyes. 

"No, that's okay!" She waved her hands. "I've gotten a lot done already so I'm sure she won't mind! I can..ask her." 

"Alright, I'll wait here then." 

His eyes lingered on her as she carefully made her way behind the counter to grab her lunch. 

"Sorry for the short notice, Kaori-san, but I wanted to take my break now if you don't mind." 

"Just a minute, Tohru-kun," Kaori-san stopped her in her tracks. And then she lowered her voice. "Who is that guy?" 

"Eh? He's my husband!" 

"Him?" Then she put her chin in her hands. "Wow, no wonder you're always talking about him. You hit the jackpot, didn’t you?" 

Tohru felt something warm in her chest and she whispered fondly, "Yeah, I did." 

"Does he have a twin by any chance? Brother, sister, it doesn't matter to me." 

"Sorry, Kaori-san," she said sheepishly, "he's one of a kind." And he’s mine, a tiny, possessive part of her brain whispered. "I'm going on break now so I'll see you later." 

And she left before Kaori-san could give a proper response. In the past, she would be worried about coming off rude and she would probably apologize later, but she had a wonderful husband waiting for her and he was first priority. 

And as they walked out hand in hand, she was reminded not for the first time and certainly not the last, how blessed she was to have him.