#ok let's be silly for a minute. take my hand follow me

[jimmyspades]

[sunniepoo]

jj couldn’t help but love it when kitty got all possessive over him

you’ve always loved the smell of the big supermarket stores, something so mundane never failed to put you in a good mood, hence why the blonde has dragged you along to pick up a few home essentials. he couldn’t help but notice the way you clung to the side him, lips grazing against the muscle of his arm as you nuzzled yourself closer - there was a slight confusion in what he’d done right but whatever it was meant that he had a chance of getting some nice sloppy head tonight, so he really couldn’t say much

a good few minutes passed by of you just running around picking up anything and everything, insisting that it was a need and by this point jj had lost you - wandering around the frozen foods isle hoping to see a glimpse of your dark boots in the corner so the both of you could get back home and get your pretty mouth to work.

“hey you seem lost” the feminine voice comes from the side of him, he figured it must have been a worker trying to trick him into buying some stupid shit he definitely didn’t need, “oh-uh no i’m good - just looking for my girlfriend, you seen her aroun-”

“silly of her to leave a guy as cute as you roaming around” she interrupts taking a few steps closer, hand raising up to graze against his chest. he was quick to shut the interaction down, readied to leave the situation and find you as quick as possible “umm- uh- no thanks?” he mutters out before pacing over to the end of the isle, catching a glimpse of your overflowing cart - you’d have had to be close

but before he could feel his self leave the breeze of cold, invited by the multiple freezers in the section - he could feel the same hand grab at his wrist, causing him to pause in his tracks “my number, so y’can call me” the frilled voice lets out before turning away, walking to the other side ignoring his call for her to take the small piece of paper back.

and to his luck, before he could chuck the piece of paper into the nearest bin and pretend the unwarranted interaction never happened, he was met with your mean glare in front of him eyeing the piece of paper and the figure of the girl who was making her way out

jj was many things but he wasn’t an idiot debatable, he was quick to rush and explain and ramble about whatever had happened “i mean i said no- and she just like grabbed me and gave me it- ill throw it away right now baby”

“no”

it was the first word you’d said this whole time, he was confused were you upset?were you mad? and if you were mad,was it at him? at her? before he could bombard you with a million questions you ushered the paper towards you before shoving it into the endless void of your purse. you continued as normal grabbing the blonde close to your side and strutting off towards the till, leaving him in his constant state of confusion

the ride back was quiet , unusually quiet - the air,which would typically be filled the sound of jj chattering away with your occasional inputs, was completely and utterly silent “uh- g-got anything to say kitty cat” the blonde pogue breaks first, voice booming through the undisturbed silence , hands drumming at the steering wheel

“nope” the soft pop of ‘p’ was the last sound before it fell back into the discomforting silence, “right..right - are you annoy-” the messy haired blonde begins, but is stopped as soon as he feels your hand creeping up his thigh - loosely playing with the button of his shorts

“you were saying something?” it was less of a question and more of a tease, eyes looking up at him knowingly that this could go two ways “what-uh-no-no…just wanted to say you look so so hot babe” he starts to ramble, hand engulfing yours before leading it down his cargo shorts “must be annoying being that hot n’ i just wow ok” the last words come out more of a breathy moan, as you play around with the tip of him, yanking his shorts down to let himself spring free - a soft groan following the action

it was almost like it was a game, watching him get harder with every touch, every gentle stroke. “eyes on the road” you remind him, leaning down to press a tender kiss on the mushroom tip of his dick - tongue swirling around on the head “fuucck-” the blonde clearly eager, utters underneath his breath, a quiet whimper leaving his mouth “cant wait to get home n’show that pretty pussy how much i love her” he continues making your cunt involuntary clench at the propsal

“bet she couldn’t make you feel like this” you challenge referencing the random girl at the store previously ,hands stroking up and down his aching length before sinking your mouth down his dick, bobbing up and down “not even a chance baby” he moans, hips thrusting upwards at the red light

the dingy car was filled with the sounds of choked breaths and loud groans as the blonde continued to fuck your throat “such a good girl f’me huh?” voice coming out raspy and breathless, pulling you off him, waiting for answer “aren’t you kitty cat?”

“mhmmmmm” he swore he could’ve cum right there, you looked so cock drunk for him, he let go of your hair - shifting his attention back to the road was harder than it seemed, with the way you went back to working your mouth on him - it was impossible not to cum but he resisted because he knew that the only place he was cumming tonight was deep in between your gummy walls, filling you with all his babies

it was feral. how quick he was to park the car and lead you into the empty home, lips colliding with each other sloppily throughout the whole way. the large clatter of your purse and his keys and whatever nonsense that you both held was blanketed by the wet sounds of your mouths, tongues swirling around each other. it was messy, so so messy but a care couldn’t be found in the world as the blonde pushed you against the shitty old couch, mouth peppering rough kisses along your jaw

“bet this pussy is so wet f’me” his hand made its way to roughly pull of the mini skirt you’d been wearing, throwing it to some random corner of the room, eyes focused on the damp spot on your panties. it wasn’t long before he was planting a deep long kiss to your now bare pussy, panties torn off the moment he saw them “she’s lookin’ so pretty” he pants, fingers reaching up to pinch at the little nub causing a slight hiss from you “jayy- ngh- fuck me please” the ache in you was so so prominent now, all you wanted him to do was pound your guts while he told you that he was all yours

“so so needy today…huh?” jj knew you too well, he knew exactly what that look in your eyes meant “don’t worry baby….g’nna fuck you so good- show you that this dick is allll yours”

the harsh whine you make as he sinks himself in is a sound jj wishes he could tattoo in his mind, it was so perfect, so needy -just like you. your hand scrambled to the tops of his head , fingers gripping the ruffled hair and bringing him down closer to you, kissing all over his face muttering the word ‘mine’ between each peck

“yeah- fuck- all yours m’promise” he pants, tongue darting out to wet his lips before nuzzling his head in the crevice of your neck, sucking harshly against the soft skin. he lifts his head up placing his forehead against yours, one hand gripping onto the armrest of the scruffy couch, while the other reaches inbetween your sweaty bodies pressed together to rub at your sensitive little clit making you let out an almost pornographic moan.

“jayyy m’so close…please” you had no idea what you were mewling at him for, but you needed to be in his bones, in his blood at this moment because the sight of his eyebrows furrowed and eyes focused on pounding into your cunt restlessly had you wanting him to live in your skin

“yeah c’mon baby….cum for me know y’can” his hips don’t falter, thrusting faster, harder and deeper, while his fingers rubbed at your poor clit and with one soft pinch you were coming undone all over him “ngh-m’cummin-fuck fuck fuck” it wasn’t long before the taller boy was joining you in your high, the feel of your velvety walls squeezing him was enough to make him coat your insides with his cum with a loud groan

you two lay there for a while, he was still inside you, both of your orgasms forming a white wring around the base of him “ i think i got her real good” the blonde mumbles into your neck, hand carelessly grazing against your clit, stopping after the squeal you let out “just checking up on her…kay?” body slowly lifting off yours as he pulls himself out, yanking up his cargo shorts, leaving you feeling empty. his head moving down to inspect your cunt. it was selfish but he couldn’t help but press a few chaste kisses against your quivering hole “jay….no more please” you plead, eyes all teary from the stimulation

“just givin’ her a little love baby, don’t worry” he argues, mouth hovering over your mound before kissing all over. god he looked so perfect, one hand moving to grab his phone, while the other tangled itself in his hair - taking a few pictures of him, face buried deep in your pussy. yours, he was yours

so it was no surprise to jj when he received a text later in the night from a random number calling him an asshole, opening it to find that someone had sent the photos from earlier in the afternoon

[mynamessophiaa]

silly fight - theodore nott ⋆｡˚ ੈ✩‧₊˚

warnings - mention of nsfw at the end, arguing, mention of Y/N, that’s abt it.

a few days ago me and theo got into an argument,i thought it was silly but theo obviously thought different if he’s ignored me for this long. i’ve tried to speak to him, make things better, i even bought him 2 packs of cigarettes hoping he would accept but all he did was take it and walk away. not even a look or mumble. i decided to give him space because i thought that was what he need. that was until i see him and pansy talking. that wasn’t the problem though. the problem was the fact she was gripping his arm. a bit too tight.

“i sense jealousy” i heard a familiar voice behind me, i turn around and see mattheo.

“jog on matt, seriously i’m not in the mood” i replied

“oh cmon,” he tried “let’s go do something if your boyfriend is too busy. “ he hinted towards pansy, “nothing romantic, just come to the lake as friends.”

“i’m not in the mood to do anything mattheo..”

“of course! that’s fine, do you need a hug?”

i look at him with tears in my eyes and nod. he envelopes me in a hug and rocks me. you may think i’m being dramatic but theo ignored me for 3 days and the first person i see him speak to in those 3 days is pansy, the girl that has picked on me since first year. the girl who i have warned theo about multiple times. yet he still speaks to her and let alone let her touch him!!

i was broke out my trance when mattheo got pulled off me and i look up to see theo stood there angrily.

“what do you think your doing?” he says to me in a warning voice.

“oh go away nott.” i walk up to my dorm with him following me but not before i make sure mattheos okay.

“don’t ignore me Y/N” he shouts but i’m too busy ruinning from him to fully understand.

i run into my dorm and slam the door behind me. i jump into bed and start sobbing. how dare he try to shout at me for getting a hug from my friend when he’s the reason i wanted a hug in the first place. i hear my dorm door open and a grunt followed.

“who do you think you are hugging MY best friend?” he shouts. i flinch.

“what! your the one who was letting pansy touch your arm with no problem!” i shout and see his face soften before the cold stare returned. “the girl who bullied me. still bullies me. the girl who i’ve warned you about. the girl i’m insecure of. just because of some silly fight.”

his face softens.

“i was just angry. i was trying to make you jealous i never meant to take it this far..” he said before sitting at the end of my bed and putting his hand on my leg, “ i promise she means nothing to me. nothing.”

i look at him with tears in my eyes and he reaches out to wipe them.

“baby, i’m so sorry” he hugged me and stroked my hair to try and calm me down

“it hurt to see you and mattheo tried to cheer me up, i didn’t want him i promise theo” i say through sobs

“i know amore, i know” he rocks me

after 20 minutes of me calming down he grabs my face and looks at me.

“if i ever make you feel upset again. please speak to me. no matter how mad or upset i am, give me a good telling off. ok?”

“okay” i giggle

he smiles at my giggle before hugging me

“i can always make you feel better” he says

“and how is that?”

he smirks at me before pulling my trousers and going down… i think you knows what happens next.

HOWD MY FIRST STORY DO?!!!

i thought of this on the spot and it might be short and my grammar isn’t the best but we move!

[elliespassagerprincess]

okokokok but what abt ellie taking care of long-kinda curly hair! reader? like, reader also wants her to help, specially when washing it, cumbing and use dryer

this' me btw if u even care

Wash day - (ellie williams x reader)

Hi poookieeee!! As someone with very curly hair this was needed, i hope you enjoy <33 also hello kitty??? my favorite type of kitty tbh

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open! send me your silly thoughts

warnings: none

Summary: in which she helps you with your hair

authors note: ugh i found out that ill only know if i got into uni in November, i'm going insane

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Ellie watched as you walked all over your shared apartment.

You walked from room to room grabbing different bottles of things she wasn't sure of. She heard you mumbling as you continued to grab towels and more bottles.

Ellie got up and she gently grabbed your wrist "baby slow down"

you looked at her with a small smile

"i cant slow down now, i need to start so i have enough time to finish"

Ellie raised an eyebrow "to finish what?"

"Its wash hair day"

She looked at the bottles to see hair products and other items. You removed yourself from Ellie's gentle grip before taking all the products into your arms.

"i would love to stand and watch you stare at all my stuff but i really want to start with my hair"

In all the months that the two of you have been together Ellie has never seen you do your hair. You would go into the bathroom and you'd come out with your natural curls after a few hours.

Ellie loved when you wore your hair naturally, but she also knew how much work it takes to maintain your hair.

"I want to help you"

You looked at her, jaw slightly ajar.

None of your partners has ever offered to help, they actually always had a problem with how long it took you to finish. But Ellie always told you to take your time, she bought whatever you needed, she was different.

It was the bare minimum but because no one has ever done this, you were taken back by this gesture.

god you really loved this girl

"Yeah" you quickly cleared your throat.

Ellie followed you to the bathroom and you quickly gave her a rundown of everything that needed to happen.

Wash, products, style, dry

It sounded simple to Ellie but when she saw everything you had set up, she knew that would be a long process.

Ellie sat on the edge of the tub as you went onto your knees, a smirk appeared on her face.

"oh so we're doing something else?"

you rolled your eyes "ew no. You're washing my hair"

Ellie chuckled as you rolled your eyes.

You shuffled closer to the tub and you leaned forward, so that just your hair was in the tub.

Ellie grabbed the shower head and she brought it to your head. As the water droplets fell onto your hair, it immediately curled even more than it already was.

After a few minutes you instructed Ellie to put a hair mask on. She gently squeezed the thick mixture onto her hand and she applied it to your scalp.

You almost moaned at how good she was massaging you. She had very skilled fingers so she knew what she was going.

"Just like that els" you sighed she chuckled.

"You normally say that to me when-"

"no"

Ellie let out a laugh before rinsing your hair.

She followed all the instructions you gave her when it came to applying shampoo, conditioner, she even checked the temperature of the water, like you told her.

After everything you got up and you gently wrapped your hair in a towel.

You kissed her forehead "thank you els"

You started to make your way to the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" she asked

"To finish my hair"

"i wanna come"

"then come"

She happily followed you to the room and she watched you from the edge of the bed.

"When can i help?"

"Let me do this part myself ok? You can help me dry it"

Ellie nodded watching you intently.

She watched you apply more product to your hair. You applied curl cream, some weird clear gel Ellie has never heard of, you even applied different oils.

Holy shit is it really this complicated to have curly hair?

"Come on Ellie" you suddenly called.

You scrunched your hair a little and you gave her a hairdryer.

You showed her exactly how to do it. She grabbed the dryer and she started from top to the bottom, just like you showed her.

You smiled as you looked at her in the mirror, she has a focused look on her face, her tongue slightly sticking out.

After 20 minutes she was done and she took a step back admiring her work.

You got up and turned to her and she gave you a smile.

"you look pretty"

"thank you baby"

You walked towards her and you gave her a kiss on the cheek. Ellie pulled out her phone and she grabbed your hand

"lets take pictures"

"why?"

"i want to remember the day i did your hair"

"Aren't you tired if my hair yet?"

"i love your hair"

<3

[kat-thepoet]

Veins of Violet

Logan Howlett x Fem!reader

Part 4: Under the surface

A/N: Hello guys! I hope you guys are enjoying these chapters! Don't forget to like and follow for more. Okay Byeee 🩵

Previous Chapters ☞ HERE ☜

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As I looked at Adam, I quickly passed by him, not wanting to deal with him. He followed me outside, where Logan and Wade were standing. He held onto one of my shoulders to turn me around, and I punched him in the nose. " How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone?!" I yelled at him, feeling fury in my fists. "Please Violet! You never let me explain what truly happened." he yelled, trying to get me to listen. Wade and Logan came to my defense. 

"Didn't I tell you to stay away from her?" Logan said it with a serious tone. 

"Look at who we have here." Said Wade as he uncrossed his hands. 

"If it isn't the dumb fuck who cheated on my best friend," said Wade, grabbing one of his guns and pointing it at his head.

" I don't want any trouble," said Adam, trying to control his breathing. 

"leave now. I never want to see you again." I said, trying not to cry.

"But Vi-" 

"Go!" I yelled, tears brewing in my eyes. 

He walked away, going back to the strip club.

I covered my face with my hands as I silently sobbed. Wade held me in his arms as I cried.

At that moment, Violet couldn't see Logan's face. But it was filled with rage and anger as he wondered to himself why someone would cheat on a nice girl. 

A few moments passed, and I was crying until we heard a car honk. We all looked up to see what that noise was, and it was Dopinder in his taxi, smiling and waving at us. I wiped my eyes as Wade let me go. 

"Are you ok now, Violet?" Wade asks as we walk to the taxi. 

"Yes, I'm ok now. Thanks Wade." I lied as I gave him a tired smile. 

We got in the taxi and drove home. As I looked at the stars, all I could see was Adams face. The crying made me tired, which made me sleep the entire way home. 

I woke up on my bed. My body feeling relaxed from the needed nap. Wait, how did I even get in bed? As I collected my thoughts, I just remembered sleeping in the taxi, and that's about it. As I looked up at the ceiling, memories started flowing in again—all of Adam. Why, of all places, did I see him there? Why is he still in my life after what he did to me? What did he mean by I never let him explain what truly happened? And why, after all this time, do I still love him? These thoughts in my head made my heartache unbearable. I started to cry, trying to muffle my mouth with my upper sleeve, attempting not to make any noise. After a few minutes of crying, I checked my phone, and I had a message from Vanessa. 

Vanessa: Hey, babe. Wade told me what happened. Want to talk about it? 

I looked at the time, and it was 8 p.m. I didn't feel like going out, so I decided tomorrow would be better. 

Violet: Want to grab coffee tmr at our spot in the morning? 

As I waited for her response, I walked to the bathroom to wash my face. I turned on the light and closed the door. I looked at myself in the mirror, and my eyes were puffy from crying. I giggled at myself for how silly I looked. I turned on the faucet to get cold water and washed my face, trying not to get the water all over the sink. After, I quickly washed my teeth because I had a weird taste in my mouth. I then combed my hair and decided to take a shower, so I walked out to get some of my clothes. As I walked to my room, I accidentally bumped into Logan. 

"Sorry, Logan, I didn't see you there." I said, in my post nap voice. 

"No worries." he said as he walked to the kitchen. 

I quickly headed into my room, grabbed my clothes, and headed to the bathroom. 

I took a long shower, trying to collect my thoughts. About Adam, about Logan, about everything. As the water hit my head, I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter at the thought that Adam was still wanting me after all this time. But at the same time, something was growing inside of me when I thought of Logan. When he was so protective of me, even though he didn't think I noticed, I couldn't wonder if he cared for me. Adam, on the other hand, we have history. I fell in love with him the first day I worked at the flower shop. He was getting flowers for his mother's grave, and I accompanied him after my shift was over. It was random, but it was lovely. My family's gravestones are across the country, so it was nice going to see one, even though she wasn't anything to me. After that day, he started coming every day to see me. It made me question if he had a job because of how much free time he had. He assured me that I was worth his lunch break. I felt loved and apprenticed. He eventually asked me out, and I said yes. Then he proposed, and I said yes. Until one day, I walked into my apartment after a long day of work. I caught him laying on my couch, and my whore of a roommate was on top of him naked. They didn't know I had walked in, so I closed the door, walked to Vanessa's apartment, and slept there for a week. After I stopped crying, I went to my apartment, burned all her things, and changed the locks. I never saw her again, but I think she got the message. Adam came by the next day and acted like nothing happened. I acted like everything was okay for the sake of our relationship, but I couldn't hold it in. I screamed and yelled at him about how he betrayed me and hurt me. And I kicked him out. Until a few days ago, when I saw him, and now today.

After I did my shower routine, I dried myself with my blue towel, and I put on my small shorts and tank top like I always do. I did my night routine early, and I walked out of the steaming bathroom. Logan was in the living room, his eyes directly on the TV, watching a black-and-white film as he had a beer in his hand. As I put my clothes in my laundry basket, I got a text from Vanessa, which read:

Vanessa: Of course, I'll see you then. Love you 🩷 

I liked her message and headed to the kitchen to make myself something to eat. 

I decided to eat some cereal because I didn't feel like cooking on the stove. I decided to eat in my room, and as I ate, I watched my favorite show, Pretty Little Liars.

I woke up at 3 a.m. to Logan's screams again. This was the second time this week. I decided to check on him, but this time cautiously. I got a glass of water from the kitchen and tiptoed to his room. The door was closed this time, so I opened it carefully, trying to make as little noise as possible. I could see him squirm in his sleep. beams of sweat collecting on his forehead and the sheets scattered on the floor. I carefully walked up to him and took out the glass of water on his nightstand. I could hear his voice tremble. I listened closer to what he was saying. 

"Violet....Vi please," is all I could manage to hear. Why was he saying my name? I thought to myself as I listened closer. "Please," he said, growling. I decided to try something. During my time with Strucker, I had intense training using my powers. I had training about everything—fighting, how to use a gun and knives, and of course, how to manipulate my powers. I got the chance to unlock new abilities such as telekinesis and emotion manipulation. I can float, but I can’t fly; I haven’t practiced that since I escaped Strucker. I can read thoughts, but not that well. It takes me a lot to practice, and lastly, I can heal myself and others. I decided to try something on Logan that I haven't tried on anyone yet. I got close to him and put my hand above his head. I closed my eyes and tried to calm his mind from what was tormenting him. I tried not to see in his mind because that's his business. but all I could manage to see was me on top of him. I removed my hand quickly and wondered to myself what the hell I was doing on top of him. I shook my thoughts and returned my hand to the top of his head again, and I continued to clear his mind. Purple magic glowed from my hand as my eyes started glowing too. I stood there for about a minute until he was in a deep slumber. I covered him in his sheets, and I quickly walked back to my room.

I got up from my bed feeling well-rested after a long, peaceful sleep. A rare sense of calm settled over me as I stretched, savoring the comfort of the morning. Glancing at my phone, I saw that it was already 8:30 a.m. Shit, I thought, suddenly remembering the plans I had with Nessa. I quickly checked the weather app, hoping for good news, and was relieved to see that it was going to be a sunny day. Perfect. I decided on a pink crop top paired with low-rise jeans that hugged my figure in all the right places. The outfit made me feel confident, accentuating my curves while still being casual and comfortable. Feeling inspired, I straightened my hair until it fell sleek and smooth around my shoulders, then applied some makeup. I wanted to look pretty today, and why not? Pretty day, pretty thoughts. I smiled at my reflection, feeling good about how the day was starting.

Grabbing my purse, I headed out of my bedroom, ready to start the day. Just as I was about to leave, Logan stepped out of the bathroom, fresh from his shower. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and steam still curled around his skin, which glistened in the morning light. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, just like yesterday, his muscular chest and arms on full display. I paused for a moment, caught off guard by his presence, but quickly composed myself. 

"Morning," I said with a casual smile, trying not to let my eyes linger on his toned physique.

Logan nodded in response, his gaze meeting mine briefly before he looked away, running a hand through his wet hair. "Morning," he replied, his voice still a bit rough from sleep.

I could feel a slight flutter in my chest, but I pushed it aside, reminding myself that today was about spending time with Nessa, not getting lost in whatever complicated feelings Logan stirred in me. With a final glance, I turned and headed for the door, determined to focus on the day ahead. 

I walked out the door and headed to Vanessa's apartment, which was just across from Al's. Before I could knock, I heard Logan's voice booming behind me.

"Vi, I mean, Violet."

I turned around to see him striding closer, still in nothing but that towel. My eyes couldn't help but linger on the way the fabric clung to his hips, the muscles in his chest and arms still glistening slightly from the shower. Does this man ever bring clothes with him when he takes a shower? I thought, trying to keep my expression neutral.

"Yes, Logan, what is it?" I asked, trying to compose myself and not let my thoughts wander too far.

He paused, as if choosing his words carefully. "How are you feeling? You know, you seemed pretty hurt last night." His voice was softer now, the concern in his tone almost surprising as he looked at me with those intense eyes, waiting for my response.

I managed a small smile, appreciating the unexpected gesture. "I'm better. Thanks for asking," I replied, my voice steady.

He held my gaze for a moment longer, then gave a slight nod. "Good," he said, his voice low and gruff, the usual edge returning to it. Then, without another word, he turned around and headed back toward our apartment. 

As he walked, my eyes were immediately drawn to his bare back, where the powerful muscles were fully exposed, flexing with each step. The defined ridges of his shoulder blades moved fluidly under his skin, a testament to years of battle and survival. His broad, muscular back tapered down to a narrow waist, where a towel hung low on his hips, barely clinging to the chiseled lines of his body. The sight of him, all raw strength and rugged masculinity, made my breath catch. His skin was tanned and slightly damp, catching the light in a way that highlighted every contour, every hard edge of muscle.

Logan moved with a kind of animal grace, his every step radiating confidence and command. The towel wrapped around his waist did little to hide the curve of his powerful lower back and the muscles that stretched down to his legs. His broad shoulders and thick, muscular arms swung slightly as he walked, each movement accentuating the strength in his body. As he reached the door, I could see the taut lines of his side, the way his abs flexed and tightened, leading down to the sharp V of his hips. There was something primal about the way he carried himself, an aura of untamed power that was both intimidating and undeniably attractive. My eyes lingered on him longer than I intended, tracing the defined muscles that seemed to ripple with every breath he took. His back, broad and strong, was a landscape of hardened muscle and sinew, each ridge and valley a testament to the life he’d lived. The towel, hanging dangerously low, only added to the magnetic pull he seemed to have on me.

As he finally stepped into the apartment, the door closing behind him, I was left standing there, my heart racing and my body humming with a mix of emotions I couldn’t quite name. Was it desire? Lust? Something deeper? I wasn’t sure, but the sight of Logan like this had ignited something in me, something I wasn’t ready to confront but couldn’t easily ignore either.

I cleared my throat and knocked on Nessa's door, trying to shake off the lingering thoughts of Logan. The door swung open, and to my surprise, there stood Wade, clad in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

Does no one wear any clothes around here? I thought to myself, trying not to roll my eyes.

Wade grinned at me, clearly enjoying my reaction. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite person. Come to join the towel club, Vi? We're offering exclusive memberships today."

I shook my head, a smirk playing on my lips despite myself. "Does everyone around here have something against clothing, or is this just your way of welcoming guests?"

Wade laughed, leaning casually against the doorframe. "What can I say? It's a lifestyle choice. Less laundry, more freedom. You should try it sometime."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "I'll pass, thanks. Is Vanessa here, or are you the only one gracing us with your... wardrobe choices today?"

"She's in the shower," Wade replied with a wink. "But you're welcome to come in and wait. I'll even put some pants on if you're lucky."

I sighed, stepping inside despite the absurdity of the situation. "Pants would be great, Wade. Thanks."

I sat on his couch, politely declining his offer for something to drink. Wade, now thankfully dressed in a pair of sweatpants, flopped down beside me with his usual playful grin.

“So, Vi,” Wade began, leaning back with his arms stretched across the back of the couch, “how’s it been living with our favorite grumpy Canadian? I mean, Logan’s not exactly the chatty roommate type, right? Any claws-out moments recently?”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “No claws-out moments, thankfully. It’s been… interesting. He’s quiet, keeps to himself mostly. But he’s not as bad as you’d think. We’ve had a few conversations that weren’t half-bad. He’s actually kind of considerate, in his own gruff way.”

Wade raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Considerate, huh? That’s a new one. I mean, I knew he had a heart under all that muscle and brooding, but still… surprising.”

I shrugged, smiling slightly. “Yeah, he’s got his moments. It’s not all grunts and growls.”

Wade smirked, leaning in closer. “So, any... other moments I should know about? You know, late-night, steamy encounters? Maybe you’re rubbing off on him in ways I haven’t considered?”

I rolled my eyes, giving him a light shove. “Wade, seriously? No, nothing like that. We’re just roommates. Besides, I’m not sure Logan’s the type to ‘rub off’ on anyone.”

Wade laughed, clearly amused by his own teasing. “Fair enough, fair enough. But if anything does happen, you know who to call. I’ll be your number one cheerleader.”

I shook my head, laughing along with him. “Thanks, Wade. I’ll keep that in mind.” 

Vanessa walked out of the bathroom, fully dressed and looking refreshed. She smiled at me and asked, “Ready to go?”

“Yep,” I replied, standing up and grabbing my purse. We waved a quick goodbye to Wade, who was already engrossed in whatever ridiculousness he was up to on his phone, and headed out the door.

As we walked to the coffee shop, Vanessa and I made small talk, catching up on the little things—work, what we’d been up to, and the usual gossip about people we both knew. It was nice, the kind of easy conversation that felt natural and comforting.

The morning air was cool, with just a hint of warmth from the sun beginning to break through the clouds. The streets were busy but not overwhelming, and there was something about the simplicity of the day that made me feel at ease.

When we arrived at the coffee shop, we slipped into our usual routine. We ordered our drinks—Vanessa’s usual latte and my iced coffee—and found our way to our usual spot by the window. It was a cozy corner where we could watch the world go by while we talked.

As we sat in our usual spot at the coffee shop, Vanessa’s eyes softened with concern. She took a slow sip of her latte before leaning in closer. “Vi, I know it’s not easy to talk about, but Wade told me what happened last night… with Adam. Are you okay?”

I took a deep breath, feeling a lump form in my throat as I recalled the encounter. “It was… intense,” I admitted, setting my iced coffee down. “I tried to just walk past him, you know? Like, I didn’t want to deal with any of it. But he followed me outside, and… God, I just lost it. I punched him, Nessa. I was so angry.”

Vanessa nodded, her expression understanding. “He deserved it after everything he put you through. What did he even want?”

I sighed, rubbing my temples as I tried to keep the emotions at bay. “He wanted to explain, to tell me his side of the story. Like it would make any difference now. He begged me to listen, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to hear any of it. I told him to leave, and when he wouldn’t… Logan and Wade stepped in.”

Vanessa reached across the table, taking my hand in hers. “I’m glad they were there for you. It sounds like it was really overwhelming.”

“It was,” I admitted, my voice trembling slightly. “Wade even pulled out his gun, ready to… I don’t know what he was going to do, but Adam got the message. He left, but not before trying one last time to talk to me. I just… I couldn’t handle it. I told him to go, and when he finally did, I broke down. Wade held me while I cried.”

Vanessa’s eyes filled with sympathy as she squeezed my hand. “Vi, you’ve been through so much with him. It’s no wonder you reacted the way you did. But I’m proud of you for standing your ground, for not letting him manipulate you.”

I nodded, tears welling up as I tried to blink them away. “It was just so hard, Nessa. Seeing him again, hearing him try to justify what he did… it brought back all those feelings I thought I’d buried. But you’re right—I didn’t let him manipulate me. I stood up for myself.”

“And that’s huge,” Vanessa said, her voice full of support. “You’ve come a long way, Vi. Don’t forget that. And you’re not alone in this. You have Wade, me.....and Logan. We’ve got your back.”

I smiled through the tears, feeling a wave of gratitude. “Thanks, Nessa. It helps to know I’m not alone.”

“You never are,” she assured me, giving my hand one last squeeze before letting go. “And remember, you don’t owe Adam anything. Not an explanation, not forgiveness. Nothing.”

I nodded, feeling a bit more at peace. “You’re right. I just need to focus on moving forward.”

“That’s exactly it,” Vanessa said, her smile warm and reassuring. “And if you ever need to talk, or just get your mind off things, I’m here.”

I returned her smile, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders. “Thanks, Nessa. I really appreciate that.”

With that, we shifted the conversation to lighter topics, letting the warmth of our friendship push away the lingering shadows of the past.

As we walked back to our building, Vanessa linked her arm through mine, her expression thoughtful. “You know,” she began, a hint of excitement in her voice, “I was thinking… maybe we could have a game night tonight. Just the four of us—Wade, Logan, you, and me. It could be a good distraction, something fun to take your mind off things.”

I glanced at her, surprised but warmed by the suggestion. “A game night?”

“Yeah,” she nodded enthusiastically. “We’ll order some food, maybe get a few drinks, and just relax. No drama, no stress. Just good company and a few laughs.”

I smiled, the idea of a low-key evening with friends sounding exactly like what I needed. “That actually sounds really nice, Nessa. I could use a night like that.”

“Great!” Vanessa beamed, squeezing my arm. “I'll knock on your door around 7 once everything is set up. I’m sure Wade will be up for it, and I can convince Logan to join in too.”

I chuckled, imagining Logan’s gruff reaction to being roped into a game night. “Yeah, good luck with that. I don't think he seems like the game night type. But honestly, it sounds like fun.”

“Perfect,” Vanessa said, clearly pleased. “This is going to be just what we need. A night to unwind and just enjoy ourselves.”

As we reached the building, I felt a sense of anticipation mixed with relief. After the emotional rollercoaster of the past 24 hours, the thought of spending an evening with people who cared about me, and Logan, just having fun, was exactly what I needed.

“Thanks for suggesting this, Nessa,” I said as we entered the building. “I really appreciate it.”

“Anything for you,” she replied with a smile. “Now let’s go get ready. Tonight’s going to be a blast.”

A little while later, I was in the bathroom, putting the finishing touches on my makeup and hair, when I heard a knock at the door. My heart skipped a beat as I realized it must be Vanessa. I yelled a Logan to open the door. I quickly quieted my movements, curious to hear how Logan would handle her invitation.

The door creaked open, and I heard Logan’s deep voice greeting Vanessa. “Hey.”

“Hey, Logan,” Vanessa’s voice was bright and friendly as always. “Is Vi around?”

“She’s in the bathroom,” Logan replied, his tone neutral. “You need something?”

“Well, actually, I wanted to talk to you,” Vanessa said, a hint of playfulness in her voice. “I’m planning a little game night tonight—just the four of us, you, me, Wade, and Vi. We could all use a break, and I think it’d be fun.”

There was a brief pause, and I could almost picture Logan standing there, arms crossed, considering the proposal. I held my breath, waiting for his response.

“I’m not really the game night type,” Logan finally said, his tone gruff but not entirely dismissive.

“Oh, come on,” Vanessa coaxed, clearly not willing to take no for an answer. “It’s not about the games, really. It’s just about hanging out, having some fun, maybe a few drinks. I promise, nothing too crazy.”

Another pause, and then I heard Logan sigh, almost as if he knew he was going to give in. 

“Alright. But only because I’m guessing Violet wants this.”

Vanessa laughed softly. “She does. And so do I. So, you’ll join us?”

“Yeah, I’ll join,” Logan replied, a reluctant but resigned tone in his voice. “What time?”

“In like an hour,” Vanessa said, sounding pleased. "See you then?”

“See you then,” Logan confirmed, and I could hear the door closing as Vanessa left.

I smiled to myself in the mirror, feeling a sense of warmth spread through me. Logan agreeing to join us, even if reluctantly, meant more to me than I cared to admit. It was a small gesture, but it showed that he was willing to be a part of something, to be there for me—and that was enough.

As Vanessa left the apartment, a thought crossed her mind—Could Logan be into Violet? She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his reluctance than just being anti-social. Determined to find proof, she decided tonight’s game night would be the perfect opportunity to observe. If there’s something there. She thought with a sly smile. I’ll figure it out.

I stepped out of the bathroom, smoothing down my outfit, and noticed Logan standing by the door, his usual stoic expression in place.

“What did Vanessa want?” I asked, curious.

Logan glanced at me, his gaze lingering for a moment before he answered. “She’s planning a game night tonight. Asked if I’d join.”

I raised an eyebrow, surprised. “And… what did you say?”

He shrugged slightly, his tone casual. “I said I’d be there.”

"Ok cool" I said, trying not to smile.

An hour passed and I waited for Logan to get ready, and when he emerged from his room, I had to do a double take. He was wearing blue jeans that fit him perfectly, paired with black boots and a red flannel shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and muscular chest. He looked like a hot lumberjack straight out of a fantasy—rugged, strong, and effortlessly handsome.

I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of appreciation, but I quickly pushed it aside as we headed out the door. Together, we made our way to Vanessa's apartment, where the night was sure to get interesting.

Part 5: Living in the moment

[neptunesopening]

𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲

n. dragneel x reader

summary: headcanons of natsu being your silly bf

sometimes you wonder why you started dating him

he loves you so much though

he’s stern on pinky promises before fights

he does it so you both promise to come back safe and alive

“ok now you have to pinky swear to come back” he says looking at you patiently. you link your pinky around his and he squeezes really tight. “why’d you squeeze me so tight?” you asked. “to make sure you don’t break the promise the strongest i do it, the less likely you are to break it.”

he also loves physical touch, always is touching you. whether it be his hand on your thigh or arm around you, as long as he’s touching you it’s fine

acts of service and physical touch are his two love languages. you said you wanted to get grocery shopping done, but didn’t have time? fridge already full. you needed to take your pet to the groomers that day? he’s already taken them there.

but DO NOT let this man cook for you. it’s not that he can’t cook, it’s just he’ll eat the food immediately after he cooks it forgetting about why he was even cooking in the first place

loves having you play with his hair, mostly after a big fight. he’ll ask for it any other time also. he loves the feeling of your fingers running through his hair after a long day.

your door opens and you look up to see natsu. he walks over to your bed and lays his head in your lap. “can you run your fingers through my hair please” he says as he closes his eyes. you smile at him and run your fingers through his hair as you read a book.

you obviously plan all the dates. he doesn’t know what the definition of a date is, but i think he can get romantic at times. like he’ll get you your favorite snack or food if he passes a place with it. he’ll get you a boutique of your favorite flowers if he sees them. writes you sweet little love notes to remind you he loves you.

speaking of telling you he loves you, he says it everyday and compliments you.

“hey! you look so pretty today [name]! i love you so much!” as he kisses you.

*5 minutes later* “did i tell you that you look beautiful today?” “yes natsu, thank you”

loves talking about igneel to you. always rants about him and how he would have loved you.

you, him, and happy are like a family. i don’t make the rules 🤷🏽‍♀️.

happy follows you guys everywhere. dates. jobs. you name it, he’s there.

but you love happy, so you deal.

a/n - this my first work guys don’t hate , but these are lowkey so bad guys

[clarisse0o]

Camp Wiegman-Part 35

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe : Military School

Words: 5k

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Sunday, January 10; 10:55 AM -  Lucy’s Room

I roll over in bed onto my stomach and groan in frustration as I realize I'm alone again in this big bed. The reason becomes clear when I see that it’s almost eleven on the clock. She must have been awake for at least two hours, if not more.  Lucy won’t be able to say I didn’t catch up on sleep—I haven’t slept past ten in a long time. I stretch out all my limbs on my back, then take a moment to look around this room, unsure if I’ll ever see it again. It’s the first time I’ve felt this comfortable in a place I’ve only just discovered. I take a deep breath before leaving the room and slowly heading to the living room. When I arrive,  Lucy is casually lying on the couch with a book in hand. I smile when I see she’s wearing the glasses I like so much. Not wanting to disturb her, I just sit beside her bent knees.

“Hey,” she says, looking up from her book.

“Hey… I didn’t want to bother you.”

“You’re not bothering me,” she smiles. “Do you want something to eat?”

“No thanks… Considering the time, I think I’ll just wait until noon.”

“Whatever you like. You can still eat if you’re hungry. Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah… Better once I fell back asleep.”

“No more nightmares?” she asks, and I shake my head in response. “Good… Think about what you want to do today. I’m going to shower in the meantime.”

“Did you wait until I got up to shower?”

“Yeah, I didn’t want to wake you up by rummaging for my things in the bedroom.”

“You’re silly, you could have. I’m a heavy sleeper. Not much wakes me up.”

“I’ll remember that next time.”

She sets her book down on the small table before getting up. I can’t help but let my eyes follow her as she walks down the hallway. How could I not when she’s still in pajamas that show off her perfectly smooth, bare legs? That outfit proves she didn’t go for a run; otherwise, she’d be in joggers.

“Wait, Luce!”

“Yes?” she says, turning around.

“C-Can I use your phone? I’d like to call Mapi while you’re busy.”

“It’s right there, code 4086.”

“Thanks!”

I give her one of my brightest smiles, which she returns before disappearing into the bathroom. Once she’s out of sight, I grab her phone and enter the code, which works. She’d never told me before; she always entered it herself. I’m not about to betray her trust, so I just dial my best friend’s number, which I know by heart. She picks up after the fourth ring.

“Hey guapa, you finally found time to call me?”

“ Lucy’s in the shower, I’m taking advantage.”

“Of course, because otherwise, impossible! You’re calling from her phone, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, don’t you dare save her number.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she giggles. “So, how’s the weekend going?”

“Perfect, really.”

I give her a rundown of everything  Lucy has shown me. I leave out a few details, like how she let me drive or the secret spots she took me to. I also tell her about the evening we spent with her friends. She asks if Ingrid and Jenni were there, sounding a bit sad that she couldn’t join us. She was here just a few days ago, but I think she enjoyed her time in Manchester. She acts tough, but I know she has a big heart and gets attached quickly. Probably faster than I do, which says a lot. I used to get attached to people quickly before the incident I went through. I fall silent when I hear someone talking to her. I try to recognize the voice, but it’s too faint.

“It’s Ona, I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

I hear her respond, but she’s moved the phone away from her ear. I try to listen more closely and finally recognize the voice— Lana. You’ve got to be kidding me!

“You’re at it again?” I scold.

“Ona—”

“No, no, no, don’t give me that! You’re giving her false hopes again when she’s just a hookup to you!” I snap.

“I can’t help it, OK?” she blurts out. “Ever since I came back to Barcelona, it’s been miserable,” she sighs. “And you not having a phone isn’t helping!”

“I’m sorry, Maps… I’ll ask Ale to let me borrow hers more often.”

“When are you getting your new phone?”

“I have no idea,” I sigh. “ Lucy destroyed my SIM card. I have to go through my mom to get a new one.”

“Great,” she says sarcastically. “I need a distraction! I’m going to explode otherwise.”

“I’m sorry I’m not there…”

“It’s not your fault, don’t worry about it. Anyway, let’s change the subject.”

“Do you want to come to Manchester next week?” I suggest.

“Very funny, and where would we stay?”

“I can ask Lucy if she knows of any good places. We can use taxis to get around.”

“That’s going to cost a fortune… I can’t afford it, and you know it.”

“My mom gives me money every month, Mapi. It’s one of the few things she does right.”

“There’s no way you’re paying for everything, don’t even think about it,” she grumbles.

“You can stay with me.”

I jump and turn to see Lucy. She’s leaning against the couch with a smile plastered on her face. I can’t find any words or react. I hate her. She has no right to show up in front of me in just a robe with her hair still dripping wet!

“Sorry, I heard my name so I figured I’d listen in. She wants to come to Manchester, right?” she asks.

“Uh… Yeah,” I reply, avoiding eye contact.

“You two can stay here if you want.”

“No way! I don’t want to bother you for another weekend.”

“It wouldn’t bother me if I’m the one offering.”

“Can we talk about this later?”

“Sure, I’m not done anyway. I’m going to get dressed and dry my hair.”

“Uh-huh…”

She runs her hand through my hair and heads back where she came from. I put the phone back to my ear as Mapi bombards me with questions. She asks why I turned down  Lucy’s offer and comments on how weird I was acting. How could I not be? I’m relieved to hear the hairdryer in the bathroom.

“Oh, shut up,” I groan. “Stay out of my love life, for God’s sake!”

“I never mentioned your love life,” she teases.

“I’m bringing it up because I ran into Alex last night.”

“Alex, the guy you met at the skating rink?”

“Yeah, that Alex.”

“Oooh! No, wait, that guy was so annoying! He kept asking me questions about you! I forbid you from going out with someone like him!”

“Girl I’m straight as a circle of course I m not going out with him ,” I roll my eyes.

“Can we go back to talking about Lucy? Seriously, you like her, admit it already!”

“Never, Leon.”

“Liar! She doesn’t leave you indifferent, I noticed it when I saw you two together.”

“Whatever. What are you getting at now?”

“It’s as clear as day. I haven’t seen you so much like yourself in a long time! She does more for you than I ever imagined.”

I sigh, massaging my temples. I wanted to talk to her about this, but not over the phone. Plus, I don’t like being pressured into saying things.

“Admit it, Batlle.”

“Fine, you win,” I groan. “I like her, okay?”

“Hallelujah! Oh my God, it’s about time! I knew it from the first time you talked about her,” she says excitedly. “You don’t even realize how attached you are to her!”

“I’m not attached,” I roll my eyes. “Anyway, nothing will ever happen between us.”

“Why not?”

“She’s my boss, remember? The girl completely obsessed with rules. She doesn’t even approve of Jenni and Ale’s relationship… She’s definitely not going to accept ours if anything were to happen…”

“I’m almost sure you don’t leave her indifferent either. But it’s obvious she doesn’t leave you indifferent.”

“You’re right, she doesn’t leave me indifferent, but I’m not in love. She’s just helping me feel better and get better. That’s all.”

“If you say so. Anyway, you two care a lot about each other.”

“Stop it, Mapi… You know I’m not ready for a new relationship anyway.”

“It would do you some good, you know.”

“And you’re the one telling me this?”

“Oh, come on! No need to compare us.”

“Anyway, I’ve got to go. Lucia is done and she’ll be back soon,” I say, hearing the hairdryer stop.

“Lucia, huh?” she teases.

“Maria Pilar Leon, enough already!” I groan.

“I couldn’t resist,” she laughs. “Try making her jealous. You’ll see if she wants more with you.”

“Okay, I’m hanging up.

"Yeah, go ahead and run," she laughs. "Say hi to her for me and have a good day with your girl!"

"Ugh... Thanks, you too. Bye."

Just as I hang up,  Lucy reappears. I notice she hasn't put on any makeup. She ignores me and heads to the kitchen. I get on my knees and rest my elbows on the back of the couch, watching her. It's hard when she's facing away from me.

"Thanks for the phone," I say, waving it in the air.

"You're welcome. Finished with Mapi already?" she asks, finally turning around.

"Yeah, that was enough for the week," I chuckle.

"I thought it would last longer. How is she?"

"Not too well," I sigh, resting my head between my arms. "That's why I suggested she come next week. Are you sure you don't know any cheap places we could stay?"

"I already offered here."

She turns to lean against the counter, crossing her arms. I smile when she tilts her head. I get the feeling she's trying to assess me curiously.

"I've already imposed on you long enough. Besides, you don't know what it's like having Mapi around for days."

"You're not going to pay for a hotel when I'm offering a free place, are you?"

"You're a pain... You have no idea what you're getting into."

"No, but I'm willing to take the risk," she laughs. "It only holds if you have permission, anyway."

"Hey, I've become responsible!"

"If you say so. Try to stay that way, then."

She turns back to continue what she was doing. I decide to join her to help out. I haven't done much since yesterday, and I'm eager to lend a hand now that I'm allowed to.

"Can I help?"

"I thought you didn't know how to cook?"

"It's never too late to learn, right?"

"That's true. How about some chicken stir-fry?"

"One of my favorite dishes," I admit.

"Perfect. You'll cut the chicken, then."

She looks for the meat in the fridge and then comes back to my side. I grimace at the sight of the fillets she places on a wooden board. She smiles, noticing my reaction. I've never cooked in my life, and she seems to have figured out my problem because she starts giving me instructions. I start by washing my hands while  Lucy looks for a knife. I grimace even more when I take the meat with my fingers.

"Ona, it's not going to bite," she laughs.

"This stuff is so slimy! It sticks to your fingers."

"You've never seen a chicken fillet before?"

"I've seen it... Touching it is a different story!"

She laughs even harder, which makes me pout. I put the chicken down when she hands me the knife.

"And you wonder why I think of you as a princess."

"Hey! I'm far from being one. It's not my fault I was never taught this stuff!"

"True. I'll get you used to it quickly, just wait."

She leans back against the counter, arms crossed, watching me cut the meat with a smile that doesn't leave her face. Her laughter tells me I'm doing it wrong.

"That's not how you do it, Ona. Watch."

She shows me there's a notch in the fillet. She opens it in half and asks me to cut down the middle. Once done, it's much easier to cut into small cubes.  Lucy still manages to critique me, saying I should make the pieces larger.

"And how do you plan to live later if you can't even cut a simple fillet?"

"I'll wait for you to give me lessons."

"Just that?"

"You're a whiz in the kitchen. I even prefer your dishes over Sam's, believe it or not!"

"How lucky. I haven't cooked anything special yet, just a pizza."

"That was enough to judge! I've got an idea! Can I hire you as my personal chef? But, like, for free, of course!"

"What next? If you want my services, you'll have to pay big."

She winks at me and moves to the other side of the kitchen. I watch her start the water for the pasta.

"Hey! Just because I'm not next to you doesn't mean you should stop," she scolds.

"Sorry," I giggle. "I was watching what you were doing."

I quickly finish cutting the two small fillets, which are more than enough for the two of us. She takes out a saucepan, places it on another burner, and asks me to bring the meat. She asks me to pour it all into the saucepan to cook, adding an onion and mushrooms. I watch as she stirs the meat occasionally and when she puts the pasta in the boiling water.

"Did you really learn all this by yourself?"

"Mostly, yes. Why?"

"I'll never be able to do this one day."

"Yes, you will. It comes naturally over time."

"It'll take a lot of practice before I get there."

"There's a first time for everything. Come here, you'll finish it."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea..."

"It's not difficult, I promise."

I position myself in front of her as she directs. She explains what to do and especially stops me from overdoing the cream, salt, and spices. We let everything cook, making sure not to burn anything. She then lets me handle the pasta while she sets the table. When everything is ready, we bring the dishes over. I realize I'm not even dressed yet, but it doesn't seem to bother  Lucy. She would have said something if it did. I sit in the same spot as yesterday morning while she serves us both a plate.

"You're aware you're about to taste your first dish, right?" she smiles.

"Yeah, but you helped me a lot."

"But you did everything yourself," she replies, sitting across from me. "I should've started with this, it's basic."

"Ha ha ha! I still know to put pasta in water to cook, thank you!"

"With oil and salt."

"With oil and salt," I repeat as if it's obvious.

My credibility just crumbled. Of course, I didn't know that detail. I'm ashamed that I don't even know how to make pasta.

"Next time, you'll do it alone."

I smile shyly, thinking she wants me to come back someday. On top of that, she'll teach me how to cook. I'm not going to complain about learning something so simple. Now I'm eager to taste what I've made. We wish each other "bon appétit," and I quickly fill my mouth with a well-loaded fork. I let out an involuntary moan of satisfaction as I close my eyes. Damn, this is good!

"Alright, you're really a good teacher," I say with my mouth full. "If I make this at home, they won't believe it!"

"Oh, so you're planning to do it again? Please do it with someone else, okay?" she laughs.

"You're so mean!"

"I'm joking, Ona," she smiles.

"Mhm, I doubt it."

"Of course I am. So, have you thought about what you want to do today?"

"You don't have anything planned?"

"No, nothing at all."

"Then I don't want to do anything."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, just enjoy the calm, if that's okay with you. A movie, read a book, or maybe a board game if you're up for it... But I don't really feel like going out today."

"Alright, that works for me."

I really needed this moment of calm after the weekend. I don't get these moments at school, where we're constantly around others. We finish our meal talking about current movies and series that might interest us for the afternoon. We clear the table, then I head back to my room to get dressed. I take the opportunity to make my bed, which I didn't use much. I wanted to do hers too, but she had already made it when I went to her room.

"Is something wrong?" she asks when she sees me standing in the doorway.

"No, no," I quickly reply.

"Are you done?"

"Almost. I just need to brush my teeth and hair because this isn't working anymore," I say, pointing to my head.

"If you say so," she laughs. "I'll wait for you in the living room."

I let her go out first. I stop by the bathroom, where my things are still here from yesterday. I easily find her toothpaste because I, of course, forgot mine at school, and I brush my teeth. Thankfully, she doesn't mind me using her stuff. It still bothers me to have to rummage through her things, like last time when I couldn't find her cotton pads right away. They were right in front of me the whole time. I must have taken too long because a few minutes later,  Lucy comes back to ask if everything's okay. She comes in with my permission just as I'm wiping my face.

"You don't need to make yourself pretty, you know," she laughs.

"I'm not making myself pretty. I'm making myself presentable."

"You're very presentable," she giggles. "Even with messy hair."

"Sure, keep teasing me."

"I'm not lying."

"Mhm. Does it bother you if I take another shower here before leaving tonight?"

"Of course not. You don't have to ask for that."

"Thanks... Are we watching a movie now?"

She nods and steps aside to let me pass. I toss the cotton pad I just used before leaving. After a long debate, we decided to continue the Harry Potter series. I was fully into it until  Lucy got bored and decided to mess with me. If you had told me one day I'd find myself on a couch with her, and she'd be tickling me, I would have laughed at the absurdity. But that's exactly what's happening.

" Lucy Bronze!" I cry out between laughs. "You're such a child!"

"You're the younger one!" she retorts.

"Well, it doesn't seem like it! Stop it," I giggle under her attacks.

I have to twist and turn to escape her. Since I can't, I decide to climb on top of her to pin her down. It's only when she stops laughing that I realize the position I've put us in. She's sprawled out beneath me as I straddle her hips, holding her hands on either side of her head. She stops when she doesn't hear me laugh anymore. My hair falling over her face must be hiding my blushing cheeks. I try to get up, but my hand slips, and I collapse onto her like a ragdoll.  Lucy's laughter rings in my ears. I try again to get up, but this time an arm wraps around my shoulders, holding me in place.

"Lucia..."

"Shhh. Relax and lay down a bit »

I catch her eyes, which show no hint of humor. She slowly forces me to rest my head against her chest so I can keep watching the movie this way. The feeling of being held captive against her gives me butterflies in my stomach. I bite my lip as she starts to gently stroke my hair.

"Relax, Ona..."

"Sorry... I-I’m not used to this anymore."

My trembling voice betrays me. I’m enjoying the moment, but I know it's not right.

"So enjoy it."

That’s exactly the problem. Enjoy. She doesn’t realize in what way I’m enjoying it. I admit defeat when I realize she won’t let me go. I can’t keep watching the movie like I was just a few minutes ago. My thoughts are consumed by the person I’m lying on. She’s going to drive me crazy if she keeps this up. I don’t understand what’s happening to me in her presence. It wasn’t like this at the beginning. Everything just changed. Or have I only just realized it? I let my fingers slide down her sides, moving up and down repeatedly. I smile as I feel her shiver. She asks me to stop, but the urge to continue is stronger. I would love to thank her for everything, but I stay silent to avoid ruining the moment. My hand starts to ache from twisting my arm this way, so I slide between her body and the back of the couch. She grunts slightly as I crush her in the process. I rest my head on her shoulder and leave one of my legs on hers. This way, I can continue the same gentle touches she’s giving me on my head, now on her belly, without straining my arm. I enjoy this peaceful moment by closing my eyes for a moment.

Sunday, January 10; 6:00 PM - At  Lucy's place

I grumble when I'm shaken gently. I cling to the fabric beneath my hand. I open my eyes when I’m shaken harder the second time.

"Wake up, Ona."

"Hummmm... Did I fall asleep?" I ask in a hoarse voice.

"Yeah," she replies cheerfully.

I release what I’m holding when I realize it’s  Lucy’s sweater. I rub my eyes under her amused smile.

"Come on, get up, Princess. I need to cook if we don’t want to be late for school."

"Can’t we wait a little longer?"

"I’ve already waited to wake you up. I need to cook so we can eat, and we need to pack too."

"What time is it?"

"Six Ale’clock. At least let me get up, please."

I shift to free her side that I was holding. I lie back down the moment she gets up and moves out of my sight. I sigh in displeasure, feeling only the warmth she left behind. I clutch the pillow, hoping it can replace her presence.

"You’d better not fall back asleep."

"Or what?" I challenge.

"You don’t want to know."

I chuckle lightly. I focus on the screen where a series has replaced our movie, which must have ended a long time ago. I recognize Grey’s Anatomy. I used to love watching this series, but that was before I started studying in the field.

"What are we eating?" I ask.

"We have some pasta left. I was planning to make bolognese. Does that work for you?"

"Hmm..."

"And if you would bring your butt here to give me a hand?"

"You’re asking a lot."

I still get up to drag my feet to the kitchen under her laughter. I lean against the counter to watch her prepare. She smiles at me and gestures for me to come over.

"Here, turn the meat if needed."

She leaves me in front of a pot filled with meat and onions cooking. I look at it with a panicked expression when she takes out things to set the table.

"What do I need to do?"

"I just told you. Just turn the meat," she laughs. "I’ve already seasoned it. You should be able to handle this without me, right?"

"I’m not sure," I joke.

"Helpless."

"Only because of you."

"Oh yeah?" she raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah. You’re lucky, huh?"

"From what I see in front of me..." she says, looking me up and down. "Not really, no."

I part my lips in shock. It’s been a while since she’s scolded me like that, even if it’s in jest. She laughs while approaching me.

"Don’t forget to turn the meat."

I regain my composure while stirring the pot under her watchful eye. When it’s ready for her, she pours the tomato sauce and takes my place to mix everything together.

"A real princess," she teases with a shoulder bump.

"I’m more of a burden, really."

"What?" she giggles.

Her eyes settle on me when I stop answering. I meant what I just said. It’s how I feel. She doesn’t say anything and tastes her sauce with a spoon. Then she puts a lid on the pot and lowers the heat. I stay where I am while she throws the spoon she used into the sink. It’s at this moment that I feel her eyes on my back. I head towards the table to avoid her, but she blocks me against the counter before I can get there.

"I thought we had moved past this stage of feeling bad."

"Don’t think less of me."

"Hey, it was a joke. Look at me."

I turn to face her. She’s closer than I expected, but I don’t let myself be unsettled.

"It’s the truth! I’m just a simple burden you’re dragging behind you."

"No," she sighs. "You’re much more than that, Ona. Alright? Get that idea out of your head, okay? You might be a little princess, but I will always support you."

I lower my head, nodding slightly and biting my lip. Why does she always have the right words to reassure me? I let myself fall into her arms that she just opened for me.

"Come on, go sit down. I’ll handle the rest."

I do as she asks while keeping an eye on her. She heats the pasta and joins me shortly after with the dishes. I serve the drinks while she fills our plates. We enjoy our last moments together by chatting a bit. The conversation turns to what we might do with Mapi next week. It looks like she’s decided to host us. After dinner, I help her clear the table before we return to our rooms. I pack my suitcase with reluctance, making sure not to forget anything.

"It’s not the end of the world if you forget something, you know," she says, leaning against the door frame.

"That’s true, but it would bother me."

"We need to leave. Is everything okay for you?"

"Yep..."

"Don’t make that face, you’ll be back next week," she teases.

"Hmm... Let’s go before I hide under the bed."

I roll my suitcase to the living room where hers is already. I take one last look at the apartment before she turns off all the lights and locks the door. With a heavy heart, we take the elevator to her car. This weekend was amazing. Way too amazing. I don’t say anything during the drive back. She stops after a while, and I realize we’ve arrived at the place where I joined her on Friday night.

"You’ll need to walk the rest," she says softly.

"Yeah... Thanks for the weekend."

"It was a pleasure. Is everything okay...?" she asks uncertainly.

"Yeah," I repeat. "Good night,  Lucy."

"Good night to you."

She gives me a smile that I return weakly. I get out of the car and grab my suitcase before watching the car drive off into the night. I finish the walk to the reception where the old secretary is waiting for us. This very warm woman wishes me a good week. I continue to my room where Alexia greets me as soon as I drop my things. She bombards me with questions about my weekend. She’s so much like Mapi with that behavior. The only difference is that she doesn’t force me to talk about it. I pretend I need to take a shower to escape, as I didn’t have time to shower at  Lucy’s after my nap. I manage to get into bed just before curfew. That kept me from having to talk, as I know Ale wouldn’t want to deal with the supervisor on duty. I wouldn’t want to either, given the weekend I’ve had. I think  Lucy would have saved the day, but I can’t always rely on her. She already does so much for me, and I need to adhere to the rules. In complete silence, I search for sleep, which is elusive after my long nap.

Monday, January 11; 2:20 AM - Ona and Alexia’s room

I startle awake, the duvet thrown off me. I’m seized by a sudden suffocation. I blink several times to understand that the light is already on. Alexia gets up and comes to me. I can’t catch my breath and feel sticky with sweat again.

"Hey, it’s okay, it’s just a nightmare."

I start to tremble under Alexia's caresses. Please, anything but this... I place my head in my hands to prevent the panic attack from getting worse. I flinch when the bedroom door opens to reveal someone I don’t recognize. It must be the night instructor  Lucy told me about. It's the first time she’s intervened in our room, and she doesn’t look very pleased.

- What’s going on here? she asks sternly.

- She’s having nightmares; it’s not the first time, Alexia explains.

- Br... Bronze, I manage to say. Call...

- Do you want me to get Bronze?

I nod faintly as I struggle to breathe. It feels like my head is going to explode. All I hear are hissing noises making me whimper and close my eyes. I bury my head in my arms to lessen the violent dizziness that’s overtaking me, but it makes it worse. I’m forced to pull it out to try and get some air. When I open my eyes again, I see Alexia trying to talk to me, but I can’t make out anything. She looks very worried and desperate. The minutes drag on until Bronze arrives in the room. It’s as if time had paused. I must look terrible with my face soaked in uncontrollable tears. Alexia immediately gives way to my supervisor. Her first instinct is to grab my head in her hands so that I only look at her. Her lips move, but I still hear nothing but unpleasant hissing. I pray that she understands my state as I desperately cling to her shirt. She lets me cling to her when I pull her close. Her arms simply wrap around my neck as I whimper against her. Her reassuring scent quickly fills my lungs. I close my eyes to savor her caresses that I can finally feel. There, she’s all I needed to feel reassured and safe. She stays as long as needed for me to calm down and return to reality. I start to hear her soft whispers again, and it’s at this moment that I realize I’m completely sprawled on her. My grip on her shirt slowly loosens as I understand that I’m safe now.

- I’m here; I’m not letting go, she repeats.

I take in all her words until I’m overcome with a sense of guilt. I start crying again.

- I- I’m sorry... I’m sorry... I... I stammer.

- Hey, shhh. It’s okay, alright? Calm down. I’m here now.

I close my eyes and bury my face a little further into her neck. I take in all the security she offers. A terrible headache comes over me, forcing me to pull away slightly from  Lucy. She loosens her grip slightly, understanding my intention. I try to make sure she can’t see my awful face. She doesn’t take it well and grabs my face to examine it with a worried look. I break our eye contact to look at Alexia behind her, who seems terrified. I panic when I feel  Lucy trying to get up. She smiles gently.

- I’ll be right back, I promise.

I trust her and release her against my will. She comes back shortly with a glass of water and a pill. I take it without a word, reminded of my headache. She sits back on the edge of my bed and runs her thumbs over my cheeks.

- We need to find a solution. I’ll have to talk to Wiegman in the morning.

I give her a difficult nod of agreement. I know she would do things differently if she could. She sighs, running her hand through her hair and staring at the door. It’s closed, probably to keep the whole floor from being disturbed by my fault. I lower my eyes to the glass I’m holding, but I look up immediately when  Lucy stands. I hold her back with my eyes.

- Stay with me... Please.

- Ona... she sighs. I can’t do that.

- I won’t be able to fall back asleep without you, I whisper, lowering my head.

I know this in advance. I’ve gotten used to something I shouldn’t have. I look at her when I don’t get a response. Her eyes linger on Alexia before settling back on me. I bite my lip, dreading her response.

- Alright, she cracks with a sigh. I just need to talk to the other instructor first, but for that, you’ll have to let me go.

She looks at where I’m holding her, and I immediately release my grip.

- Go back to sleep, Alexia. And I want your silence about what’s going to happen tonight.

With those words, she exits, taking care to leave the door open. I don’t like that she’s threatening Ale, but she risks a lot by agreeing to my request. I collapse onto the bed and look at my roommate, who was already staring at me.

- You scared me to death! I really didn’t know what to do this time! Luckily, Bronze came. I really couldn’t have calmed you down like she did! she rushes out.

- I’m sorry you had to witness that.

- Blake, I told you to go back to sleep,  Lucy, who has just returned, says.

She closes the door behind her. Alexia is still very intimidated by her, which makes me smile a little.  Lucy is so cold with her at the same time. She approaches my bed and grimaces, probably noticing the size. She sighs and turns off the light.

- Alright, move over, she whispers.

I comply by shifting to the side of the bed. I feel her slide in behind me, covering us properly before placing her hand on my stomach.

- We seriously need to find a solution, she grumbles in a way that only I can hear.

Luckily, it’s dark, and she can’t see my smile. I snuggle a little closer into her arms, pulling the blanket up to my neck. As usual since this weekend, she caresses my stomach to calm me, which works perfectly. She whispers goodnight before I close my eyes and fall asleep again.

[jackofallages]

Changing your mind

It's your birthday and I hand you a small wrapped present. Its wrapping is covered in spirals that have a holographic-like quality and it takes slightly as you shake it. "Don't damage the paper baby girl. I have plans for it later."

You're excited as you carefully open it revealing a plain black box. Lifting the to off you find a pair of lacy pink panties and a small fob with some buttons. You look at me quizzically as you lift it the panties.

"Here, let Daddy help you into those." I say as I take them from you.

You're confused by the panties and you wonder why I would give you this when you aren't allowed to wear them anymore. But being the good girl you are, you step into them as I hold them for you, as you hold up your short pleated skirt.

I settle them around your hips and you notice something right away. Pressed along the length of your slit and against your clit is something firm but slightly telling like silicone. It causes you to wiggle your hips a little as you try to get comfortable.

I pull the fob from the box and place it in your hand, pointing out the buttons. You can clearly see one is a power button another has a plus symbol and the third a dash. The fourth one has you confused, it has three wavy lines.

"Now baby girl I'm going to teach you a visualization exercise. I wasn't you to close your eyes and think about a time when you were very happy like you're on the top of the world." I'm leaning in close, as I whisper this in your ear.

You giggle as you close your eyes,"Silly Daddy that's easy. I'm so happy right now. It's my birthday and I've gotten my first present of the day. And it's from my daddy." Your fingers can feel the raised symbols on the buttons of the fob.

"Very good. Now press the top button."

You or the button and almost drop the fob as the lump in your panties starts to vibrate, tingling your rapidly moistening post lips. "Ohhhh....Mmmm"

"Now hold that thought in your mind as you remember it. This exercise is called anchoring." After a few seconds I whisper, my lips brushing against your ear, sending shivers down your body."Ok baby girl, now I need you to think of a time when you were given an order that you were uncomfortable with. Don't focus on the feeling you had, just the order itself."

You pull up an image of your parents ordering you to clean out the chicken coop. You're brother didn't do a good job and it's a mess but you do it anyway.

"Are you thinking about it? Good girl, now push the plus symbol." As you do the vibrations increase, making your clit tingle more. Your cunt drips a little into the panties. Eliciting a moan from you.

"Good. Now keep that time in your mind. When you obeyed even though you didn't want to. Don't forget to remember the feelings of happiness you felt from the step before. We are anchoring the thought of obeying with the feeling of happiness."

You try, and it is hard, but you manage to hold onto that happiness. Buying your lower lip, you nod to let me know you are doing as I command.

"Good girl. You're doing very well. Ok I was you to turn it off now and open your eyes. We are going to repeat this throughout the day." It say as I post you on the top of your head.

Offer the next few hours I have you repeat the exercise about every twenty minutes. Each time you do it is easier than the last. The happiness linked to obeying feels stronger each time.

Around lunch time I have you sit at the table. "Alright, now we are going to link another thing to your happiness. I now want you to remember a time when you felt dumb. Maybe it was a math class and you couldn't seem to understand the equation, no matter how many times the teacher explained it. I want you to again, remember those happy feelings from earlier. We're going to link them together like the last exercise."

You look at me with a confused look, before obeying my command. Suddenly a surge of happiness fills you as you follow my command. Almost as if you'd pushed the power button on your panties. Startled, you look at the fob and realize that it is still off. You got all that pleasure and happiness just from following my command. You sigh happily as you remember a time in class. All the rest of the class seemed to be having no problem with the assignment, but you couldn't wrap your head around it. You asked one of your female classmates to explain it, but you can tell from the look on her face that she thought you weren't smart enough for this class. You not to let me know you've got a memory.

"Good girl. Now while holding that memory I want you to remember how dumb you felt, but I also want you to remember your happiness from the earlier exercises. We are going to tie that feeling of happiness to your feeling of being dumb. Also I want you to push the plus button and the wavy button this time before turning the panties on."

You bite your lip again but a little harder. But again you feel those sensations already tied to obeying the command. You moan as you push the power button. This time not only are the vibrations stronger but they seem to pulse. You really like this one and again your post gets wetter, and your breath becomes shorter.

I set the table watching you go through your exercise and I smile. "That's a good girl. You're doing so well. We are going to do the same as last time. You will remember those feelings and turn on the panties for a few seconds every ten minutes this time."

After eating lunch and cleaning up we go to the living room. I sit on the couch, but before you can sit down I point to the floor beside my feet "Kneel." It's abrupt and simple, and without thinking you kneel at my feet. The moment you do you feel your post clench.

You are shocked that obeying without thinking about it ramped up your arousal. You close your eyes and turn on the panties. Your thoughts of how dumb you felt and how happy you are.

You continue to do this as we watch a movie, and after the movie you can't really remember what you watched. You only notice how drenched your pussy is.

I reach down and pet your hair, as I look into your eyes. "What a good girl you are. How do you feel baby girl?"

You smile brightly"I feel happy Daddy. But I also feel soooo horny." You can feel how slick your thighs are from the juice running down them and you can't help but run them together.

"Good girl. Now for the last exercise of the day. This one is going to be for much longer." Cupping your cheek and turning your eyes to look into mine. "I want you to remember the time when you were the horniest you've ever been and tie that to the feeling of being dumb. You're going to turn the vibration up two levels and press the wavy lines again before turning it on again."

This time the vibrations intensify on your clit while the oscillations seem to travel up and down your slit too. Almost like your post was getting licked while receiving a hummer. This time a groan emanates from your throat, passionate and hungry. Your hips jerk with each oscillation. It's harder to think this time as the sensations are so strong, but you remember to follow my command, and obeying causes you to shudder through a microorganism.

I have you stay there on your knees as I go into my office and you practice your exercise. What feels like an eternity and numerous microorganisms later I walk back in holding a folder in my head. Setting it on the table, I reach down and take hold of your chin. Tilting your head and look into your eyes. The is almost a vacant look there as I push my thumb into your mouth. Without thinking you immediately begin to suck. I look at my watch and smile.

"I think it's time to give my incredibly awesome good girl the rest of her present." I pick up the folder kneeling down next to you I give you a kiss, and whisper, "And think I'm going to fuck you. If say I will fuck your brains out but..." I give you the folder and as you read the certificate inside (For completion of bimbo training) I whisper, "I've already done that now haven't I?"

Taking the remote from your hand I turn it up to max level and power it on. The speed at which the orgasm hits you shocks all though it off your mind and you do to the floor screaming your release.

Turning off the panties I set the fob on the coffee table. Lifting you into my arms I carry you to the bedroom telling you how you're such a good bimbo daughter for me. Telling you how you never have to think again. Only obey.

[tiredlilguy]

can I please req Jouno being soft with you? I don't really care if it's hcs or scenarios (maybe w a reader that loves physical touch??), anyhow- take your time ((:

a/n: ASDFASDFADSF YESSS >:D love him, he is so silly and hot and sadistic and psychopathic (isn't he just so dreamy). also my favorite hunting dog. i did both hc's and a scenario... enjoy and ty for requesting hehe :)

pairing: Jouno X GN!Reader cw: N/A, not proofread, probably ooc, tooth-rotting fluff desc: just some soft hc's and scenario for the soul.

he’s quite cold in public with you, but in private he’s SO needy

I can see him being really clingy: arms around your waist all the time, nibbling your ears, wanting to hold your hand or linking arms

Jouno is very quick to deny being needy however, and I can see him getting annoyed if you acknowledge it; he’ll let go of your with a pout, but then he’ll come back like a couple minutes later and bury his head into your neck

I think he just enjoys caressing/touching you in general because you’re such a big comfort for him; being able to be tactile with something that he find comforting is nice (you’re like his safety blanket)

Will follow you around the house with his hands on your waist, and just not say anything

If you’re on a date together in public, he’ll link arms with you; he uses you as an excuse to be his “walking stick” even though he himself doesn’t need one (you know that too, just don’t tell him)

He will relax into you a lot: he’ll lean onto your shoulder and practically melt into your warmth despite being in a noisy subway

Jouno enjoys touch, but he also likes to take you on quiet dates too: flower/strawberry picking (crying, thinking about this one), library dates where you softly read to him, enjoying a new cafe nearby

So long as you’re there, he doesn’t mind the overstimulating noise

He does most of the initiating in physical touch, but if you initiate the touch, he’ll melt

He enjoys it when you brush a hand on his own, when you sit in his lap and caress his cheek or run your hand through his hair

Just don’t tell him that he’s blushing-

He doesn’t often show this softer side in public, but if it’s with you, he’ll be ok :)

(For the scenario… let’s say you’re an assistant that works for the Hunting Dogs)

Walking past the hallway, you had carried a small tray with mugs of coffee inside. You’d left your bed quite earlier than usual, due to being asked to be on-call earlier than usual. To your knowledge, you made sure that Jouno was ready for the day: setting up his uniform at the usual spot, having things around in his usual spots so that he wouldn’t get confused. You tried your best to make life a little bit easier for him, and he was grateful. You smiled, knowing you’d see him again shortly as you were about to deliver coffee.

You gently knocked on the door to a meeting room,” Excuse me… I have coffee!” You’d brewed the coffee yourself using coffee beans that’d come in a shipment the day before. You always felt a sense of pride delivering the morning coffee, as you often recall hearing praises of how well it tasted. You were given entry inside, and you opened the door with a soft greeting. You placed mugs in front of each member, placing the last one on Jouno’s side. Before you could walk out however, you were gently tugged on the sleeve by your lover. You complied, looking over at him curiously. He motioned for you to lean down, and you followed.

“ Meet me in the kitchen after this meeting,” he whispered into your ear, sending somewhat of a shiver down your spine. You let out a soft hum and nodded, standing back up. You took your leave, slipping out of the door without making any noise.

…

You had nothing to do in the mean time, so you sat down on one of the tables in the kitchen. You stared at your feet as you played music into your earphones, swaying your feet up and down. Eventually, you heard footsteps and looked up. It was Jouno, and he looked rather grumpy.

“ Is everything ok, honey?,” you asked gently. However in response, he quickly enveloped you in his arms, pulling you into his lap as he sat down in a chair. You were about to say something again, before he shoved his forehead into your shoulder. You looked over, at him and raised a brow.

“ What’s wrong, my love?,” you gently kissed the side of his head. He let out a soft ‘hmph’ in response.

“ You left me alone this morning hugging a pillow…,” he admitted, though slightly muffled as his head was still on your shoulder.

“ I’m sorry that I made you upset,” you apologized, a hand gently moving to touch his forearm,” I was just on call early.”

“ You could’ve at least woken me up before you left.”

“ You’ve been tired these days, so I let you sleep in until you needed to get up.”

“ That still doesn’t change anything,” he protested.

It went silent for a moment as you both stayed there as you caressed his arms that were tightly around your waist.

Jouno let in a soft inhale,” You smell strongly of coffee.”

“ The coffee beans were very fragrant today… Is that bad?,” you answered.

“ No, I like it,” his replied, his voice unusually soft.

You two enjoyed the small peace for a moment until it was time to continue on with the rest of your days.

[danikamariewrites]

Hello! Can you please write a story where the female reader has a nosebleed due to stress (like in Korean dramas if you follow the genre) and one of the ACOTAR males reacts. You can pick any character you want. Thank you!

P.S you are one of my favorite writers 💗

Stressor

Cassian x reader

A/n: Hi anon! I don’t follow k dramas so I had to Google this. Also thank you! That makes me so happy I hope you like this

Warnings: blood, mentions of health issues, and mentions of bad eating habits

Today Cassian suggested you work with him in his office. He noticed that you were overworking yourself and he wanted to keep an eye on you. You had been working for nearly three days straight with minimal sleep and food.

Your eating and sleeping habits are what concerned Cassian most. It would add to your stress leading to a migraine. And he would do anything to help you prevent that pain.

Cassian had stepped out for a minute to run something up to Rhys, leaving you alone. You decided to sit on the loveseat, you're woke laid out in front of you on the low-lying coffee table. You liked sitting with Cassian. It was time you wouldn't usually get to spend together.

You drop your pen on the scattered papers and rub at your forehead. The current project you were working on was driving you crazy, but you were determined to get it done. You could feel a headache coming on and the spot between your brows started to feel like pins and needles were dragging behind your skin.

You felt something warm trickling down to your lip. Shit. You hadn’t had a nosebleed in months. You wipe at the blood with the back of your hand. Leaning forward, new blood dribbles on to some paper, “Fuck,” you whisper to yourself.

Cassian comes back into his office and immediately smells blood. “Y/n! Are you ok? What’s wrong?” As he rushes over to you his head whips around the room. Trying to spot a threat that wasn't there.

He kneels beside you, concern causing his brow to crease. You move your hand away from your face to show him your bloody nose. Cassian pulls a tissue out of his pocket and starts dabbing at your nose. “Honey, what happened?” he gently holds your nose, tilting your head forward, while you explain.

“I get nosebleeds when I’m too stressed or have bad headaches. I just kept forgetting to tell you.” Cassian gave you a sympathetic look. He grabbed your hand to stand you up and led you out of his office toward your shared bedroom, then to your connected bathroom.

“Let's clean you up,” he says removing the tissue from your face. The bleeding stopped, leaving dried blood on your skin and upper lip. Cassian lifts you to sit on the counter. He turns the sink on, wetting a face cloth.

He holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger to keep you still as he gently wipes the blood off. You revel in the care he shows when it comes to you. He's been called a brute and is looked at with caution. But you don't see that when you look at him.

You see the male you love with your whole heart. How silly he can be, all the special moments shared between you, and how gentle he is. You love that he's so willing to take care of you and that he has such a big heart. Anyone who calls him a brute doesn't truly know him.

“All clean.” He says with a tight-lipped smile. You know what he's going to say. That you should rest and eat something. He won't relax until you do. You want to reassure him that you're fine and this is how. “I think I want to lay down for a while. Can you please get me something to eat?”

“Of course, baby. Let's get you in bed and I’ll get you whatever you want.” You slowly slip off the counter and hold onto Cassian’s arm as he walks you to bed. You are so lucky to have him.

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐬?• 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦

SUMMARY: Jude lied to you and said he was going to stay with you instead of transferring. You felt betrayed

First half is written by @iicldkwhatimdoingheretbh Credit to them for the idea

“babeee, you will not believe what I saw in the grocery shop”

I couldn’t do it. I could not look him in the face. Not after what he did.

Whenever jude and I were to talk about his transfers we would just say that there’s time so we don’t have to rush. Yesterday’s conversation was the closest thing to a finalized decision stating that he would rather stay in dortmund than transfer this season.

“plus, it would be selfish for me to leave you and bmo , no?” he added before taking a midday nap with him occasionally leaving lazy kisses and us staring at each other in awe.

Waking up to my phone buzzing with several messages from all sorts of social media, I was crushed.

At first I couldn’t believe it, it’s social media after all but the tweet from fabrizio rom and the several edited pictures of him in the oh so familiar white jersey stated otherwise.

“babe? Where are you?”

My back was turned to him as he was approaching the kitchen.

“mmh, I missed yo-“ the second he hugged my waist from behind and put his head in the crook of my neck I pushed him away.

“what?”

I turned to look at him. My cheeks stained with tears and eyes heavy.

“look love I-“

“you could’ve just told me you know. Instead of lying.”

“babe I know but-“

“no seriously I don’t want to hear it right now”

I walked away from Jude. The frown on my face didn’t fully show how pissed off i were at him.

I knew this was silly of me to be mad about, but I really felt betrayed by those rumors of him going to real Madrid.

“baby please let me explain.” Jude sat next to me, reaching out to take my hand in his, but before he could get comfortable, I pulled away.

That hurt Jude.

“what is there to explain?” I asked. “You lied to me and said you were going to stay at Dortmund. You were going play for another season until I finished college before you picked another team. You said we were going to stick together.”

Tears began to form in my eyes. I didn’t want to look at Jude I knew if I did I would end up crying.

“why’d you lie Jude?”

I got up, not feeling comfortable around him. The room felt like it was getting hotter as the seconds passed.

Jude and I have been together for three years. From the day we met we have been together, stuck like glue to one another.

I couldn’t imagine being in two different countries. him playing and training in Spain while I’m doing uni in Germany. I was afraid it would ruin our relationship.

I walked to the right off the sitting room and shut the door. I stared at myself in the mirror, wiping a few tears that had escaped from my eyes.

After a couple of minutes of mentally talking to myself, I opened the door. Jude stood on the other side. He was waiting for me.

“Bab-“

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore Jude. I can’t control your decision. It’s your life. I’ll be fine here, By myself”

I brushed passed Jude to go to the bedroom

Jude followed me. He watched as I pulled out my suitcase and began stuffing clothes into it.

“baby, what are you doing? Stop!”

Jude tried to shut my suitcase, but I pushed him away.

“Jude stop. I’m leaving. I need to learn how to be on my own without you since you’re going to Madrid.”

“y/n you’re being selfish.”

“Yeah of course I’m being selfish. It’s not like I promised someone I was going to stay with them even though that was a lie.”

I zipped my suitcase up and walked out of the room. Jude wasn’t far behind.

“Baby please don’t leave me!” Jude walked in front of you. He got on his knees looking up at me.

“Please, I won’t go! Just don’t leave me please.” jude looked up at me, pleading eyes. He needed me to stay.

I shook my head. “jude, I can’t. You made your decision. I have to go ok?”

I pulled away from him and walked around. I knew if I stayed a second more Jude would be right back on his knees in front of me, begging for me to stay.

I heard Jude calling out my name but I choose to ignore him. I walked outside to my car. I placed my suitcase in my trunk before climbing into the drivers seat.

Before I could pull away, Jude came over to the driver's side. "What about us? You're just going to throw it away because I'm transferring?"

I sighed. "Yes. If you can't be truthful and honest with me then there's no reason for us to be together." I exhaled holding back tears. "I hope you're happy with your decision Jude."

I shut the door, starting the car. Maybe I was being dramatic by leaving because Jude was transferring, but it was what was best for me. I have to put myself first.

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This is so dramatic. I'm obsessed. Maybe there will be a part two but honestly it depends on Jude's decision 😭

[ejzah]

A/N: Well, the time has finally come. Thank you to each and every one of you who has read and followed this story that originally started out as a silly tumblr post. See you for the next one!

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In Miss Blye’s Class, Epilogue

Deeks popped his head into the bathroom, frowning at Caleb, who stood in front of the mirror, toothbrush still in his mouth.

“Hey, what’s taking so long? Usually I have to beg you to make it to two minutes and you’ve been in here for ten.”

“I think I’m getting sick,” Caleb mumbled around his toothbrush.

Deeks reached out, feeling his forehead. “Hm, are you really?” he asked, not surprised when Caleb’s eyes danced to the side, looking extremely guilty. “Ok, what’s going on?”

“Why can’t Kensi be my teacher again? If she can teach people in college, then she should know enough to teach first grade,” Caleb sighed finally.

“Caleb, we’ve gone over this all summer. You know why,” Deeks answered, starting to lose his patience just a tiny bit. He bumped Caleb’s butt with his knee. “C’mon, scoot.”

“Daaaad.” Hunching his shoulders, Caleb gave him a pleading look. “I just want to stay with you or Kensi.” There was a slight tremble in his voice underneath the whine, and Deeks sighed.

Putting aside his irritation and the need to leave, Deeks squatted in front of him. He gestured at Caleb until he came closer, leaning into his chest. Sometimes it was easy to forget that even though he’d grown in so many ways, both physically and maturity-wise, Caleb was still a little boy.

“Hey, I know that it’s scary to start new things sometimes. It’s true you probably won’t have all the same classmates and Kensi won’t be your teacher, and that’s going to be hard for a little bit. Soon, you’ll be too busy learning all kinds of amazing things and playing with all your friends, that you won’t have time to think about everything that’s changed.”

“I guess,” Caleb mumbled.

“You met Mrs. Craig and she was nice, right?” Deeks asked, and Caleb gave a one-shouldered shrug.

“She gave you a new book, which you’ve read no less that ten times since then, and you liked the classroom pet.”

“The lizard was pretty cool,” he admitted. Deeks could tell his protests were starting to peter out, so he hugged him a little closer, and reminded him,

“If you are having a really tough time, Kensi said you can come see her during lunch, but I bet you won’t have to.”

“And you’ll pick me up?” he checked.

“Absolutely. As soon as they let you out.” He paused, giving Caleb a minute to process everything. “You good now?”

“Yeah.”

“Awesome. Now we gotta leave before all three of us are late. Go get your shoes and backpack,” he said, kissing the top of his head, and nudging him towards the door. “Love you, kiddo.”

“Love you, dad.”

He walked into the master bedroom checkin his watch; they had approximately five minutes before they needed to leave. Kensi stood in front of the floor length mirror in one of her sundresses, and he momentarily forgot about the time.

“You look amazing,” he told her, coming up behind her and kissing her neck.

“Thank you.” Kensi eyed his reflection. “You better not change out of that suit before I get home.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Caleb was acting a little odd at breakfast. Is everything ok? Kensi asked as she reached back to put on a necklace.

“Just first day jitters,” he assured her, automatically closing the necklace clasp for her. “He’s worried the new teacher won’t measure up to his last one.”

“Oh, well, I heard she was pretty good.”

“Mm, extremely good. She’s taught me all kinds of things.” Deeks lowered his eyes suggestively, and Kensi leaned back slightly so she brushed again his chest, and he settled his hands on her hips. They stayed there for half a minute until he sighed in regret.

“School sucks,” he said in a fair approximation of Caleb. Kensi snorted, turning to kiss him before she wandered off to get shoes.

When they reached the living room, Caleb balanced on the back of the couch, Captain America backpack on, a Lego figure in one hand, and a book tucked under his other arm.

“You ready to go?” Deeks asked, holding out his hand.

“Yeah.” Hopping off the couch, Caleb ran to them, slipping between Kensi and Deeks to take each other their hands in his.

“I think I’m gonna give Matthew my Star Wars Lego,” Caleb said, looking up at Kensi. “Do you think I’ll see him at recess?”

“I’m sure you will. And after school, you get to hang out with me until it’s time to leave,” Kensi informed him.

“Yes!” Caleb pumped released Deeks’ hand to pump his hand in the air.

As Caleb chattered away, his fears forgotten for the moment, Deeks shared a look with Kensi.

Yeah, this was going to be a good year.

[maitadori]

WEAK WILLED CLOUD KNIGHT pt 4 (?) sfw blade x fem!cloud knight!reader

word count : 2.6k

masterlist

summary : blade is indulging in your affection like usual before a certain general decides to come in and ruin his entire day, he contemplates panting the wall in his blood.

content / cw : suggestive, blade is insatiable, ok i tried not to make smut and i succeeded but there are a few nsfw things in here, but it’s mostly blades thoughts ok guys plz forgive me, fluff, blade is whipped and in love.

a/n : in honor of hitting 500 followers already almost 600 i made part 4. also this is shorter than i thought damn

ALSO IF U ASKED TO BE ADDED TO THE CLOUD KNIGHT TAGLIST AND I DIDNT ADD U PLZ LET ME KNOW

DARK CONTENT BLOGS PLZ DNI !!!

blade had made it ritual to visit whenever he could. which were few in between due to his work. it required him to travel to extensive lengths of time. luckily, he wasn't deployed on every mission so he took those as opportunities to come and see you.

it was a joyful horny experience everytime. maybe you couldn't go out on public dates due to luofu's people still seeing blade as a criminal, but blade liked to think he was a homebody.

blade indulged you and your silly activities, just to see that glittering smile on your face.

though there were definitely moments for other activities too. blade couldn't help the fact that you were so attractive and his. he was insatiable. not to mention the fact that sometimes you'd spend weeks if not a month without seeing each other.

texting was nice, but it was nothing compared to the sweet sound of your voice and the soft feel of your touch.

just seeing you and that stupid, sweet smile of yours had him wanting to rip your clothes to shreds and ravage you. but now you insisted that he bake with you for the moment, and you'd let him do whatever he wanted with you later.

"please! i've been meaning to make brownies this week, but i've been swept up with my knight duties, and it’s perfect because we can do it together!”

blade wanted to protest and take you to the bed, but you complained that sex was all he wanted from you and he was determined to prove you wrong (he couldn't help that you looked so sexy just breathing, he was truly and exceptionally wrapped around your finger). he also couldn't deny how cute you looked in your apron.

"if you insist."

at his defeat you bounced on the balls of your feet, and eyes shining as you say, "wear an apron with me?"

"don't push it."

you could only giggle at the perturbed look on his face.

"please? i'll even wear only this in bed later," your lips curled slyly as you caught the intrigued expression he adorned.

he sighed, grabbing the spare apron you offered, "you drive a hard bargain."

“i knew you’d be convinced by that, perv,” your expression is angry, but blade notices you trying to fight off a smile.

you got started and he could only follow you around the kitchen like a lost puppy, something he usually did when he had no idea how to go about something.

you took out ingredients required for the brownies, and it looked like you were going simple style with the boxed brownies.

when he eyed it you perked up, “sushang recommended this to me. said it might make me consider never making homemade brownies ever again— which i highly doubt,” you muttered, setting everything on the counter.

“she also suggested adding caramel, i forgot to grab it at the market so we’ll have to go homemade. can you help me with it?” you smiled guiltily, as if he didn’t willingly agree to give his hand in the kitchen.

although he nods, he still says, “but i don’t know how to make it.”

“it’s okay, i’ll help!”

the next twenty minutes fly by as you put the brownies in the oven and help blade stir the warm caramel. he has a wooden spoon in his grip as he slowly stirs like you advised, he’s holding it oddly but it’s so endearing that you don’t mention it.

“taste test!” you exclaim. for the past fifteen minutes you put your hand over blade’s to lift the wooden spoon from the pan and swipe a stripe of caramel to taste for yourself, saying it’s to review its quality.

but this time blade swipes some up for himself, holding his finger to your lips and opening his mouth in an “ah” to gesture you to do the same.

you open your mouth with little hesitation, tongue somewhat hanging out past your lips as his finger nears your lips.

you suck on his finger to assure that all of the sticky sweetness transfers to your tongue, unaware of his dark gaze leering on you. blade has half the mind to bend you over the counter but is reminded of your earlier words.

so he lets you look up at him through your lashes, watches you pull away with a sweet smile as you compliment the taste, and praise him for his work. he lets all of it occur with thoughts that a priest would combust at.

your lips look plump and glossy from your saliva, he’s sure he can get away with taking just your lips for now. so he puts a hand to your cheek, rubbing your face delicately with his thumb— a stark contrast to his desires— and he leans in.

your pupils shrink a bit at the decrease in proximity but then you remember how much blade must be holding back and happily think that this can be his little reward.

but a sudden knocking on the door has you both pulling apart. you turn towards the door with a mutter of, i wonder who would come by at this time… before you turn to blade with a sympathetic smile.

“watch the caramel for me while i answer?”

he nods in affirmation and you’re off. his focus goes back to the pot with an angry grumble towards whoever decided to interrupt him.

“who is it?” you ask, scolding your house for not having a peephole.

“might i come in?” a familiar baritone voice comes muffled from behind the door.

“general?” you don’t ask anything more, opening the door to see his tall figure standing over you, a smile on his lips.

“what’re you doing here?”

“just thought i’d come visit, we haven’t had a conversation as just friends in awhile, hm?”

“i mean yeah but, today? i’m kind of busy.”

“blade won’t mind, right? mind if i come in?”

you’re stunned. how does he… you barely process anything before you’re instinctually stepping to the side as he walks in without waiting for your approval.

he surveys you, smiling at your stunned face.

“baking?”

“uh- oh! yeah… brownies,” you blink, still confused. “uhm are you here about work? did i not do something right or—”

jing yuan lifts his hand and cuts you off as he says, “nothing like that. i can’t miss a close friend? i promise that’s all this is, mere catching up. whenever i see you it’s always knight duties. don’t worry, i don’t intend on ruining your little date.”

he gets close and sets a heavy hand on the top of your head, rubbing slowly. you’re shocked at the sudden display of affection. but before you can question it, blade walks in, apron pristine— unlike yours— and wooden spoon dripping with caramel in hand. the sight of it has your mouth dry.

how can such a scary man be so cute?

everyone in the room is still and quiet, reasons all differing. you’re admiring, blade is questioning, and jing yuan is amused. and it isn’t long before blade’s expression turns dark, eyes glued to the hand on your head.

“blade? is the caramel done?”

“yeah, but you were taking awhile so i wanted to see what the hold up was. sorry for interrupting.” his tone is dripping with venom and you can’t help the shock that blankets your face.

“uh? what do you mean?”

but your question is answered when jing yuan takes his hand off your head and blade’s eyes follow the motion with dangerous intensity.

“oh! it’s not what you think!” you wave your hands, panicked, “i actually had no idea why he did that. uhm..” seeing as blade decided to have a one-sided glaring contest with jing yuan instead of listening, you don’t dare elaborate further, simply approaching blade to grab his hand.

“let’s go to the kitchen shall we? i’m sure general would love a brownie.” your tone is sheepish, looking at blade as your try dragging him to the kitchen.

under the scrutiny of your gaze, blade relents, making sure to let go of your hand in favor of placing it on your back. such a possessive action that he prays jing yuan takes note of.

luckily he does, but unfortunately, it’s not in the way blade wants. instead, jing yuan smirks.

blade holds back the bloodlust bubbling inside him and instead pulls you closer to him.

you get back to work on your goodies instantly, either unaware of the tense atmosphere or just ignoring it. whatever the reason, blade pays jing yuan no mind, watching you with rapt attention.

you’re carefully pouring the caramel into a glass measuring cup, or trying to.

“uh..” you struggle a bit balancing the hold of the pan and your hold on the cup. “can i get a little help over here please.”

blade sits up to make his way to you but stands back at the sight of jing yuan at your beck and call immediately. bile is rising up his throat at the sight of you both, and he can’t tell if the feeling in his chest comes from the pain of seeing you two so close or the terrifying urge to coat jing yuan in his own blood.

“ah i’m kind of embarrassed, i struggled so much with that little task and i’m a cloud knight,” you sighed pitifully, expression flustered.

jing yuan is quick to reassure you. “not to fret, a simple bump in the road, really. this has no correlation to your talent on the battlefield.”

your cheeks warm and you smile bashfully. “thank you, general.” hearing praise from someone you admired so gratefully was always nice.

“hey, we’re not working, no need to be so formal.”

“oh, if you say so… jing yuan.”

his smile is mischievous, something you don’t notice, but blade does. “that’s better.” his voice is suave and his eyes are full of amusement, even more so when his eyes clash with blade’s and he witnesses the fury that contorts his face.

“let’s check on the brownies, shall we? they should be about done.”

you agree, putting on your oven mitts to grab the pan from the oven. once they’re on a steady platform ready to cool, you turn to blade. you noticed his lack of presence near you, which was odd since he took any opportunity to be around you.

“blade?”

he looks up from the ground to stare at you and there’s something in his eyes that make you hesitate. is he upset with you? usually you’d ask but there was a guest and now wasn’t really the time.

“decorate the brownies with me?”

he mutters something under his breath that you don’t catch. his face looks upset and you’re afraid it might be directed towards you. “o-or not,” you stammer, scratching your cheek nervously but blade isn’t having it.

“i’ll decorate with you.” he notices the fall in your expression immediately and approaches you, admiring the glow in your eyes as you smile at him in relief.

blade shoves jing yuan away from you just for peace of mind, it wasn’t necessary but it quelled the pang in blade’s stomach just a little.

both you and jing yuan’s eyes are wide with shock, but you blink and brush it off, knowing now wasn’t an appropriate time to confront blade. jing yuan smirks, something neither you or blade catch.

blade cuts the brownies into equal squares before you’re plating in a neat way them and drizzling the caramel on top. jing yuan notices the fondness in blade’s eyes as he watches you work and ramble at the same time. and watches as you bring a brownie to blade’s lips, mimicking the “ah” with your lips as you feed him. you’re giggling and talking about something that doesn’t really require attention, but blade’s expression is open and intrigued, listening and watching you with his all.

jing yuan crosses his arms and leans against the counter, smiling at the absolute love for you that drips off of blade. he was so insanely whipped that jing yuan almost felt bad for his teasing.

but he just loved the anger that would cross blade’s expression, and the struggle he goes through as he questions saying anything.

his thoughts are cut off as you call his name, “do you want to try one?”

“of course, you made it after all.”

you flushed, unsure of where all these sudden compliments were coming from. you weren’t opposed to it per se, but it was unusual and definitely odd for him.

blade’s face twitched.

you picked a brownie from the plate, careful to not let the caramel touch your fingers.

“you’ll feed me too, right?”

huh!?

you stop in shock, brownie in hand, ready to approach him. your eyes trail to blade hoping to make eye contact with him, only to see him glaring at jing yuan with an anger you’ve never seen before.

“t-that’s not…” appropriate, would’ve been your words, but your general assured you, “i’m only kidding.”

you smile sheepishly, unsure how to go about his joke. so you try to let go of his words as you approach him. but the world must be forsaking you, for your foot catches on blade’s shoe and before you know it you’re falling to the ground extremely fast.

jing yuan’s reflexes has him catching you quickly, arm secured around you to ensure your safety.

“careful now.”

“thank you so much, jing yuan. that would’ve been humiliating, aha..”

you both don’t notice the veins that pop on blade’s forehead as he clutches his hands into fists with a strength that has his knuckles paling.

blade eyes the hand on your waist with disdain.

he has to convince his conscience that he rather you not fall.

blade survives the last ten minutes of jing yuan’s visit to the best of his abilities. watching him approach the door with a relief that is unfamiliar to him. jing yuan turns the knob, looking at you to try and spark one last conversation.

but blade’s decided that he’s had enough as he opens the door wider and shoves jing yuan out with hostility.

“you’ve overstayed your welcome. don’t come back,” are the words that leave his lips before he’s slamming the door in jing yuan’s face. once that’s over, his shoulders sag and he finally looks calm.

you blink up at him, confused and shocked, “blade? is there something wrong? you’ve been off since the general arrived.” you don’t mention what just happened.

instead of answering you directly, he wraps his arms around you, shoving his face in your neck as he breathes you in.

“never invite him over again.” he whispers, grip strong and warm.

“what’s wrong? i’ve never seen you look so angry.”

“that damned general.”

you’re still confused. but as you sift through the events of today in your head and remember all of the expressions blade directed towards your general, it’s like a light bulb pops off in your head.

“were you jealous?” you’re smirking, and blade decides this is an expression he doesn’t like.

“why wouldn’t i be? you wouldn’t like it if a woman offered to feed me and rub and pat my head while she compliments me, would you?”

you blink, placing yourself in blade’s position as you reenact the scenes in your head.

“y-you’re right..” you stammer, “i would not like that, but,” you turn your head towards blade with a soft, lovely heart stopping smile, “you don’t have to worry about other people. i’m yours, aren’t i?”

his eyes widen and he can’t deny the increase of his heart pace. a small red colors his cheeks and you revel in the fact that you made him of all people blush.

“you are. and i’m yours.” his lips are caressing your face, nearing your lips as he whispers.

“i’m never indulging you like that again…” your voice is quiet as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“are you sure? because i know of other ways you can indulge me,” he’s kissing your cheek, hand playing with the seams of your shirt as his fingers peek under with the promise of more.

you mimic his words from earlier and say, “you drive a hard bargain.” and he smirks.

taglist : @annathea-annoona @caesadele @justgiulia @yur1a @strawberry1894 @shrimp-anon @heartswonder @hunnie-lily (hi i saw ur ask and i promise i’m writing it, in the meantime here u go pooka)

[ashdreams2023]

Hiya would you be able to write a one shot Loki x reader with chronic pain (POTS and EDS specifically) for me I struggle with knee pain, cramping, and my hands have become very weak over the years xx and I struggle with fainting, dizziness and migraines (I know this is a lot) ….and if it could be fluffy and spicy that’d be amazing xx

Of course sweetheart!

Summary: loki takes care of you on a rough day (slightly heated at the end)

Silly questions

You sighed in relief, finally being able to sit after that conference, plus it was cold as hell, your joints are killing you.

Everyone had left after the conference to finish personal errands before night time, leaving you alone in the compound.

"How are you feeling?"

Oh and Loki of course.

"I’m alright" you smiled "cuddle with me?"

"Food first, you haven’t eaten yet"

You pouted but got up and followed him to the kitchen, there was already some leftovers from breakfast and you didn’t feel picky that day so you just hoped the pancakes were not soggy yet.

The two of you sat down on opposite sides of the dining table and helped yourself "I need Bruce type of patience to survive these conferences" you mumble.

"Believe me even banner can’t stand them….can do that yourself?" He gestured to your hands, they were shaking slightly while holding your knife and fork.

"Oh yes, it’s nothing major, I can manage" And as on cue your winced in pain when you lifted your hand, this wasn’t the worst you’ve experienced but that didn’t make any less painful.

"Ok that’s it, drop the utensils" he stop up and walked across the table and sat beside you.

You tried to protest but ended up hurting yourself more by the sudden movements….maybe he was right. Your arms warped around your middle as you tried to catch your breath and not pass out.

Loki put his hand on your back, he muttered a few words you couldn’t understand, it was probably yet another dead language.

But to your surprise the more his hand stayed there, warmth spread through your body, it defeated the cold you had been feeling all morning.

"Here let me" He picked up your spoon and held it to you mouth "Now eat or do I have to do it baby bird style?" You rolled your eyes through the pain but accepted his help.

Most days than not you’ll feel embarrassed if this had happened in front of people, you didn’t like people to treat you like you’re made of glass, even if it was in a way partly true.

"I’m putting heating charm on your bed and you will take the medicine the doctor has prescribed for you"

"….but I hate taking it, it’s-"

"It’s either you take them willingly or I will magic them up in your stomach, your choice" Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, you hated take medicine but you hated the after feeling of that specific spell.

"Fine…." He fed you until you couldn’t eat anymore then took the plates.

You pushed yourself up and got off the chair but unfortunately a case of dizziness attacked you immediately and before you knew there was only the sound of your body hitting the ground and Loki’s quick feet running towards you.

It was a bit blurry but you could make out Loki splashing water at your face and carrying you to the bedroom where he eventually laid you on your bed and as promised he puts a charm on your bed "will you stay with me?" You asked.

He puts his hand on your head and plants a kiss on each of your cheeks "Don’t ask silly questions" his tone sounded concerned.

Your heart fluttered and the pain was not there for a minute, he laid with you in bed, his body felt unusually warm, he always did this, made himself uncomfortable for your sake, went up and beyond his nature for you to feel alright.

"Are you ok? This isn’t hurting you?" You asked.

He sighed and warped his arms tighter around you "I told you to stop asking silly questions, I’m fine as long as you are"

You wanted to cry, you knew he was also hurting by making his body this warm but Loki was stubborn and no matter how much you begged him to stop he wouldn’t budge.

"Loki" you whined gripping onto his top.

He chuckles lightly and starts kissing your face all over, his hand rubs your sighs, tugging teasingly on the hem of your sweatpants then sliding his hand underneath and grabbing your bottom.

You can feel him hard against your body, it made your face burn.

"Look at you all warmed up, so beautifully desperate"

"Shut up" you hid your face away.

He covered your head with his arm and brought it to his chest, you could his heart, it was racing, the heat wasn’t good for his heart.

"But seeing you hurting is worse so stop thinking out loud and let me heal you"

You bit down on your lip and held onto him, there was yet a silly question in your mind but you had to remember that Loki didn’t like silly questions for the answer is always right there.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N = Some plot. I know you think Cable Guy Sanemi. But it's - ok, it might be exactly what you're thinking.

C/W = P->V, oral (both ways), language, drinking, bj follow through persuasion, just general sex. Idk. If I missed any warnings or spelled something in an unacceptable way, please let me know.

NSFW // MDNI UNDER THE CUT

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It was 4:45 in the afternoon. There was a knock at your door.

"Fucking better be the cable guy. I swear to god. These assholes ..." you complained the whole way to your door, even a little bit after you opened it. "... Keeping me ... fucking ... ffffuuckk. Hi, you're uh, oh my God."

The overly attractive man with white and messy hair smiled at you with his perfect teeth. His lavender eyes bore into yours. You felt like an idiot for gawking at him. And if he said anything about how silly you're being, you'd just hold a mirror in front of his gorgeous face and tell him to change your mind.

"I'm Sanemi, are you ready to get hooked up?"

You damn near choked on your own saliva.

"Your cable and internet? Can I please come in and hook them up for you?" He gestured with his right hand to be let in.

"OH! Yes, *aheh*," you cleared your throat as he walked by you. He. Smelled. Like. Sex. Not the after sex, but the before sex. When you get all cleaned up for your partner and you're all freshy fresh and nothing in the world smells better than you at that moment in time before you get all sweaty and covered in the other person's juices (which has it's own appeal, but the before sex, there's just something about being so clean together for a minute).

"C-can I offer you something?" You chewed on the tip of your index finger as you stared at his ass while he bent over the entertainment center looking for the cable jack.

Too deep in focus to notice he'd turned around and is now looking at you looking at his crotch.

A tiny string of spit dribbles down your mouth as you sigh. Daydreaming about what his cock would taste like.

"What do you have?" He smiled, clearly not affected by your blatant sexual harassment. It's only harassment if they don't like it, right?

"Hm?" You blinked lazily and met his eyes, almost cumming on the spot. God, he's gorgeous. "OH! What do I have, what do I have? I don't know. Why don't you follow me into the kitchen and we'll look together?"

Sanemi nodded, "Lead the way," he shuffled through the paperwork, looking for something, before he put it down on the arm of the overstuffed chair, "Y/n." And he smiled. It was a little dark, the look on his face. And you were here for it.

"Ok, I have ... ugh. I need to go grocery shopping. I have juice. But you're not a child, right? You're over 18? I MEAN, you just probably wouldn't like juice."

He smirked at your inquiry and tilted his head to the left as he nodded slowly.

"I'm 21. Old enough to drink whatever I want. Young enough to not know better."

"Ahh-ha! Ok, good to know. Well, you just help yourself to whatever you want. Think of this as your home for as long as it takes to get me ... plugged. IN. The cable. As long as it takes ..." You looked at him like he was a nice cut of steak.

He winked at you.

It took everything in you not to slide a hand up your shirt and stroke your nipple under your bra.

Sanemi walked over to the cabinet you pointed at and opened it, revealing the wide array of liquors and alcohol that had collected over time. He rummaged around before emerging with a bottle of vodka and giving you the universal sign for having to make a phone call.

You gave him a thumbs up and wandered over to the living room while you waited for him to finish his talking.

"Yeah, I'm not coming back in today. But I'll be working on Y/n L/n's place. It's going to be really hard to get the wires stripped like I need to. The setup, it's looking pretty fucked. I'm going to have to screw around to make it do what I need it to do. Yeah, just tell him I'll be in on Monday. Ok, thanks {name}."

You heard everything he said and you asked after he'd hung up, "Everything ok?"

He poured two glasses, handing one to you as he came closer, slyly holding up the bottle of vodka, "Yep, perfect. Here ya go. Better to drink this with no ice."

You sat on the couch as he joined you, placing the bottle on the table between the couch and the TV.

You both took long sips. Looking at you, Sanemi took off his button up shirt and throwing it across the room.

"You mind if I get a little comfy? It's hot in here."

Your eyes couldn't leave the tiny droplet of sweat that rolled down his pecs onto his tight abs. You imagined licking it off.

"What movie are we watching?" Sanemi smirked, the dim lighting of the tv making the lines in his cheeks dance.

"Mmm, w-what?" You don't know why you were being so stupid. It's like there wasn't a single brain cell left in your head.

He hummed and chuckled, "Hmm. Nothin', babe." He turned to face you on the couch. His bare torso on display, making you so wet.

"You're beautiful." You sighed as your head fell back against the couch.

"Oh yeah?" He whispered as he leaned forward, kissing you like he already knew how good he was at it. It wasn't messy or dirty. He was gentle. And as you moaned, you felt his smile on your lips. He must've known how he affected you. It was pretty obvious, anyway.

He worked off his black jeans, reaching into his boxer-briefs and squeezing his cock, "Oh my God, I'm so hard, fuck. What should I do about this? It's a sin to waste a fat, hard cock, you know?"

Your chest heaved as you watched him slowly rub his hand over the bulge in his underwear. You were so turned on tears were forming in your eyes. You could have been struck with lightning at that moment and died a happy woman.

He crawled on top of you, pulling his underwear down and revealing his perfect, thick, cock.

You licked your lips, "Oohhh, shit."

Sanemi grinned and took a sip of his drink, finishing it off before pulling yours out of your grip and taking a swig of that.

"Need a little lubrication." He chuckled as he sloshed it back and forth.

You eyed him, "Are you ..."

He held his hand to your mouth, "Don't tell me you want me stop? Babe. You want to see this monster? You gotta work for it." He smirked.

You leaned towards his crotch and grabbed his length, gently sucking the skin of the tip, the head feeling so soft against your tongue.

You took a few slow licks before he moaned, "That's it, suck on the tip. Let it in your whole mouth."

His moans vibrated your whole core as you devoured his cock. "Fuck yeah. Just like that, baby. Just like that."

His fingers toyed with your nipples under your shirt as you bobbed up and down his thick, throbbing shaft. The precum was addictive.

He pushed on your head a little, "Here, stick your tongue out."

You did as he said and stuck your tongue out a little ways.

"Good girl. Open wide now." Sanemi smiled as he rammed his entire cock in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You were careful with your teeth as he started fucking your face.

"Yeah, there we go. Your throat feels fucking amazing. I might cum quick if you keep this up."

You hollowed your cheeks as you sucked and sucked. You tried to pull back but he gripped your scalp and kept you in place, "Shhh, just take it." He moaned.

You loved hearing him moan for you. It made your clit throb and you felt yourself begin to drip into your pants.

You pushed your hand down your yoga pants, fingering yourself while he fucked your mouth.

"Fuck yes, I love the sight of you touching yourself. Such a filthy little bitch. Oohhh shit. Fuck."

Sanemi groaned, pushing on the back of your head with more intensity as he plunged deeper and deeper into your mouth, feeling your throat contract around his cock as you gagged.

You pumped your fingers in and out of your soaking pussy, so close to cumming all over your hand.

But Sanemi stopped and grabbed your waist, lifting you up and sliding your pants down.

"No. Panties? You a frequent commando flyer? Tell me, did you know I was coming out to your place today? Was this decision made on my behalf? Fucking dirty little brat."

You couldn't pass a 3rd grade spelling test right now, you were so drunk on him. So you just smiled pretty and hoped he'd stop talking.

He spread your pussy lips apart and plunged two fingers inside as he licked your clit like a fucking expert.

"Holy shit," you whispered, rubbing the sides of your tits as you fucked back against his face.

"Your little clit looks hungry, I'll give it something to fill up on." He smiled, biting it gently before giving it a hard suck, sending you bucking and shuddering all over his face. His hair was the only thing that kept you upright. You had no idea how hard you pulled it, but Sanemi didn't complain.

You were panting as he finished you off, "I'm going to fuck your brains out, y/n." He whispered into your ear. You damn near came again at just how good his breath felt.

You couldn't wait. Your eyes rolled back at the relief you felt knowing he was about to tuck himself into your cunt. "Oh God, yes. P-please, Sanemi. Fuck me."

His hands gripped your hips so hard as he plunged himself inside of you. "Shit, you're so tight. How are you this fucking tight."

You pulled his white and messy hair hard and thrust yourself onto his cock, feeling every inch of him deep in you. "Mmmfuck! Yes, Sanemi!"

His thumbs were in your mouth now, fucking you just how you liked. You flicked the tip of his finger and watched the grin form on his beautiful face, "Mhm, you know what to do to that tongue, huh? Do you want to make me feel so good I can't stand? I'll cum deep in your little cunt. Mhmmm, yes I will."

Your tongue twitched against his thumb as his other hand massaged your clit. "That's it, cum for me, cum for me." He sped up his pace, slamming himself into you.

Your pussy clenched as you felt your orgasm approach. The pressure mounting. And then it hit. Hard. "Yes, fuck yes. Shit, Sanemiiii!" Your thighs were shaking so hard you were afraid you wouldn't be able to keep up, but he never let you falter.

As you were on the other side of your orgasm, he flipped you over on your back, "My turn."

You gripped his forearms as he slammed into you.

"You take my cock so well. Who knew your little hole was hiding such a talent?" He smirked, tucking his sweaty bangs behind his ears.

"Oh, right there. Don't stop. Fuck, oh my God. Don't stop."

He threw you a flirty wink, "Wouldn't dream of it."

You cried out as you came again, your clit was sore and sensitive from his sucking but somehow he managed to rub it just the right way to bring you to another one so quickly.

Sanemi kept his thrusts even, working you through your second orgasm while bringing himself to his.

You pulled him by the neck and crashed your lips to his as he spurted his hot, creamy cum deep in you.

After a few moments of panting, Sanemi looked up at the TV, "Whoops, you ordered a porn. How was it?"

You shook your head and laughed, "No, no. This right here was a freebie."

He smiled, running his hand through your sweaty hair, "Forget the porn. Let's fuck the day away. I don't even know if my dick can work that hard anymore, but I'm willing to try if you are. Plus I gotta wait until Monday before I can come back out." He pouted.

He didn't have to wait until Monday before coming back. Every time he "forgot" some papers at your house, he'd fuck your brains out. After the job was done, he just didn't have any more work to come back and do at your house. But you sure as hell saw him on Friday and Saturday and even a few times on Sunday.

"Ya know, we could try the whole dating thing if you want. Might make me show up on weekdays just as often, especially if my dick is doing all the walking." He leaned back against the couch and put his hands behind his head.

"Yeah. That might work."

And it did. A lot. Sanemi wasn't the best at keeping his word, but his dick never failed to follow through on a promise. So there was that.

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Easy As Pie

Based on a three-word ask from @icecoffee90! Thanks for the inspiration, my friend. I hope you like this little bit of silliness.

Book: Open Heart Characters: Aurora Emery, Jackie Varma, Sienna Trinh, brief appearance by Bryce Lahela Words: 512 Rating: Teen Summary: Friendsgiving has been arranged, and food assignments have been handed out. Aurora and Jackie didn't let their lack of baking experience deter them from agreeing to bake pies this year. After all, how bad could it be?

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It was the start of the holiday season, and finding a date to host Friendsgiving was not an easy task for a bunch of medical residents. But a week after Thanksgiving, the day was finally here, and the apartment was bustling with excitement as they prepared for their feast. Aurora and Jackie were brilliant physicians but not known for their culinary skills. But they weren't going to let a little thing like that stop them from agreeing to bake the pies for the event.

“How hard can it be?” Jackie asked. “We both managed to graduate at the top of our classes in Ivy League medical schools. We have to be capable of following a recipe, right?”

With said recipe and dozens of ingredients they had never purchased before in hand, they began their baking adventure.

Thirty minutes later and covered in flour, Aurora wore a bewildered expression. “Who ever heard of lemon zest? Is that even a thing? And why, why, why is zesting a lemon so difficult!” She complained.  

“I don’t know,” Jackie sighed, “but I’m about to deliver more bad news."

Ever the perfectionist, Aurora’s shoulders dropped. “What?”

“The apple pies in the oven....”

“Yeesss?”

“I may have confused the sugar with the salt in the recipe.”

“May have?” Aurora questioned.

“More like... I did.”

Aurora shook her head. “Well, I guess this is what happens when they stop teaching stop teaching How to Differentiate Between Sugar and Salt 101 at Harvard. I knew that was a poor decision! I don't think our pie adventure can get any worse.”

“Oh, no....” Jackie groaned. "It's about to get worse."

“What?” asked wearily.

“Don’t look now, but....”

The tiny baking master, also known as Sienna, buoyantly entered the kitchen with a glint of mischief and satisfaction in her eyes.

“Could you guys use a little help?” she smiled.

“Not if you’re going to tell us, ‘I told you so’,” Jackie sighed.

“Sorry,” Aurora said, removing her apron at once. “Jackie stands alone on this matter! You can tell me I told you so; you can tell me anything you want, just please, please take over this dreadful task!”

Realizing Aurora was right, Jackie eagerly handed her spatula to Sienna. 

“Clearly, I don’t have the skill set to use this,” Jackie stated.

“To use a spatula?” Sienna marveled.

“Let’s never tell my mother, OK?”

“I’ll keep Mrs. Varma in the dark,” Sienna grinned, “but only if you two stay and help me out. Not everyone gets to learn at the foot of a master!”

“You know, I’ve had her banana cream pie,” Aurora nodded. “I’ve got to admit... she is the master.”

Begrudgingly, Jackie agreed to stay. Now reduced to the role of taste testers, Jackie and Aurora watched in awe as Sienna produced three delicious pies with ease.

"I don't know," Jackie said as she licked chocolate icing off a beater. "I guess they were still teaching this course at her Ivy!"

When the friends gathered later that day, Aurora and Jackie had everyone in stitches as they regaled the stories of their culinary disaster.

“You didn’t know the difference between sugar and salt?” Bryce howled. “Wow! So what lesson have we learned?"  

Jackie jumped in to answer first. “I've learned that if Sienna isn’t available, I need to get my cheap ass to a bakery.”

“Orrrrr... we could just practice with Sienna and learn how to do it ourselves,” Aurora smiled.

“Oh, that’s the wine talking!” Jackie said with a shake of her head. “That’s just crazy talk. I’ve learned where my place is... and that place will never be the kitchen.”

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