#sorry for any mistakes i��m writing this right before falling asleep

[loveandleases]

(Kinda NSFW)

I'm sleep deprived, so if you find any English mistakes, I'm sorry.

How would the ROs react if after a slow burn romance with an MC recovering from trust and self-esteem issues that they acquired after Chris, both of them finally reach the boiling point where they can't hold it anymore and reveal their love for each other along with a night of passion and in the end, already exhausted, the RO looks at the MC, noticing that even though their eyes demand that MC close their eyes to finally sleep, the MC refuses, and when the RO ask why they answer "I'm scared... I don't want to wake up tomorrow and end up finding out that this is all a dream."

Sure thing nonie , the rest are under the cut!

❤️ Cam - "How about we make a deal? I'm going to pinch myself, and if we're both still here after then you have to go to sleep. Alright?" Cam pinches his cheeks with more force than necessary. "I'm still here, so go to sleep. I'll be right beside you when you wake up. Promise." He'll leave you no choice, either those eyes close or he's going to be reminiscing about some dumb things the two of you did when you were young. When you are finally asleep, Cam will just watch you. Because no matter how much he hate's to admit it, you spread a little seed of doubt. What if this is a dream? What if the thing he has longed to happen for so long vanishes when he wakes up?

💙 G - They want to say something logical, but logic tends to go out the window when the two of you are together. They allow their fingertips to rub along the lines of your face until they reach your eyes, using the soft pressure of the pads of their fingers to guide your eyelids down. "If it's just a dream, mind you the best dream of my life. Promise me, that if I'm not here when you wake up you'll find me. So that this can become real. I'd find you a hundred times over. Just to be with you again."

💚 Kara - She pulls you closer, allowing her head to rest on your chest as she studies you. "You'd dream of me?" she asks, with every intention of tiring you out. Talking until you have to no choice but to drift off. Reassuring you that she's here, and when she decides to be with someone, she means it. She will be there with her gold hair tangles in knots and old makeup clinging to her face. She'll be there to wake you, to remind you that tonight like the night before she'll spend it with you. Until you're no longer scared that it's a dream.

💛 M - "Would you rather stay up and let me tell you how I would make it a reality if it were?" M leaves a feather light kiss on your cheek. Burying their face into the crook of your shoulder. "I'd like to think I could write a character as amazing you, even with all the things that has happened that got you here. But I couldn't do you justice, not even in a dream." M would cradle you close, allow you to feel their heartbeat. Something real and tangible. There's no dream that could sum up the feelings between you, the way your very face lights up their own.

💜 Isaac - "It's ironic, you're worried this is a dream, and I'm worried it's real." Isaac shares the pain of losing someone, of losing a relationship held so dear that it could break you if you let it. They don't say it to worry you, they say it because they want to be honest for once. To let you see how messed up and scared you make them. "You scare me. This," they motion to the both of you, "scares the hell out of me. Because I didn't think I could feel for someone again. I don't want to lose you, to lose us. So if it's a dream, let me dream it." "And if it's real?"

"If it's real, promise to love me through the dumb things I'm going to do until I realize you actually want to be with me."

🖤 Ardent - He places a hand on your hip pulling you tight so that your bodies can slight together, your shared warmth radiating throughout your bodies. An all too familiar crooked grin falls on his lips, "You mean to tell me, out of everyone, you dreamt me up" Ardent laughs, rubbing your back with his palm to ensure he means no harm.

He stares at you, those eyes looking for reassurance, and his smile fades into something more sincere. "If this were a dream, I'd be the luckiest man." He kisses your forehead, allowing his deep voice to soothe you.

His nose nudges your own, as those dark brown eyes latch onto yours. "You know a dream could never be this real," he allows his fingers to trail along your bare arm causing goosebumps. "A dream could never capture my affection for you. How much I want to hold you like this, it would never allow me to make love to you like we did. Go to sleep, and I promise when you wake up I'll prove to you all over again this is real."

[kimetsu-chan]

~can’t sleep headcanons~

A/N: I’ve been sleeping crappy the past three nights and tn I extra doubly can’t sleep, so ofc I’m writing this at 4 am 🤩 (I apologize in advance for any mistakes made—)

Characters: Akutagawa, Fyodor, Dazai, Ranpo

TWs ⚠️ reader cries, bc I cried(Fyodor, Dazai), Nicknames (Myshka)(Fyodor) (Belladonna, Donna)(Dazai), GN!Reader

Man, being tired is rough—

Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

Akutagawa most likely wouldn’t notice right away

whether that be because he is asleep, out of the house, or just busy in general

but he would come home one day to you laying face down on your shared bed, spread out like a star fish

he’d raise an eyebrow at you before checking if you were awake

once he confirmed that you were, he would question why you were up so late

and in your tired state, you would unintentionally retort back with unusual hostility in your tone

“[Name], why is it that you are awake at two in the morning.”

“Why are you just coming home from work at two in the morning.”

His mouth would instantly shut, not used to your annoyance

you would almost immediately apologize with a distraught expression on your face and he would immediately understand

seeing the reason for your stress, he quickly dismissed your earlier words

he would be quick in showering himself before slipping into bed with you and wrapping his arms around you

he didn’t really like physically affection often, he had a tough guy facade to hold up. But he guessed he could make an exception for you

Fyodor Dostoevsky

This man doesn’t sleep much either, so he doesn’t bother scolding you for it

he is likely the only one to actually be helpful about it

he would be working away at his desk in your guys’ room, and he would hear the rustling of sheets behind him

he would turn in his chair to look back at you with a blank expression

Fyodor had heard your struggles to sleep during previous nights, but tonight, you finally seemed to have had enough

he got up when he heard you angrily adjust your pillow, and made his way to the bedside before crouching down beside you

he saw the angry expression you bore on your face and blew on your face to wake you up

your teary eyes opened to glare at him and he realized just how frustrated you were

he reached out to wipe those tears before they could fall as he spoke in a quiet voice

”Now, now, Myshka, what’s with the tears?”

“‘m s’tired… but I can’t sleep no matter how hard I try-!”

Fyodor would hum in understanding, you were just exhausted

he stood back up all the way and figured he had some time to spare

he pulled you up and made his way to the kitchen with you tiredly clinging to his arm

”Let’s have a glass of milk, that should help.”

Dazai Osamu

He’s probably dead asleep beside you, and therefore won’t be of much help

there is also a good chance that he is the reason for your lack of sleep

this man will be sprawled all over you. And I mean all over you

he would have one leg thrown over yours, he would have his arm(s) wrapped around you in some way

he just has to be touching you

he also moves around a lot

which you normally don’t mind, but adding that to already not being able to sleep, geez you were frustrated

dont get me wrong, he is perfectly capable of being still and to himself in his sleep

he just doesn’t want to-

he can’t help wanting to be in constant contact with his precious Belladonna all night

but when you nudge him awake with tears ready to fall from your eyes, he instantly throws his wants out the window

he’d frown and wipe your tears away before asking what was wrong

“Oh ‘Donna— why are you crying?”

“I can’t- sleep, and you’re movin’ around s’much and it’s not helping..”

You didn’t mean to make it sound like it was his fault (even though it kinda was-)

but I’m your exhausted state, you couldn’t control it

instantly filled him as he pressed a kiss to your forehead

“I’m sorry ‘Donna… I’ll be still, I promise”

Ranpo Edogawa

Just like Dazai, he is likely the reason you cannot sleep in the first place

I headcanon that he is also a super restless sleeper in the sense that he moves a whole bunch

and maybe even kicks

so imagine you’re tired, and almost falling off the bed because he is taking all the space

deciding that you had enough, you grabbed your pillow and a spare blanket and trudged over towards the couch before plopping your tired self right down on it

you closed your eyes with a huff when you tucked yourself in, and began to drift off when you felt a weight on you

you opened your eyes to see Ranpo looking down at you

there was concern in his eyes, despite the unserious-ness of his statement

”[Name]? Why’d you leave? The world’s best detective needs his cuddle buddy.”

You quickly explained the reason of his absence and he nodded

you waited for a few seconds for him to leave, but he just stayed on top of you and made himself comfortable

“I guess I’ll just sleep on top of you then!”

His weight was actually kinda nice, and he was making an effort to be as still as possible

you eventually were pulled to sleep with the sound of your lover’s soft breathing in your ears

A/N: these were fun to write 🥰

but they took an hour—

n e ways

it is now almost five in the morning so I might as well just be up for the rest of the day 😃

Reblogs with tags are appreciated!

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Would you be able to do more slashxfem! Reader? I love your writing so much!

A/n: I have about three days before I’m back home and I can’t decide if I’m happy or sad about that but I do know that I could not let the opportunity to write pass me by and I needed to write this despite how much I hate writing on phones(and the fact that the first time I tried writing this it got FUCKING DELETED) I apologize in advance for any spelling mistakes and just take this sleep deprived fantasy of Slash :,3

Warnings: smut, fingering, slight angst, squirting, if there’s anything else please let me know, I am going to bed :,3

You’d been alone for a week. Slash has finally come home from months of touring and you were hoping to get some desperately needed alone time, and not just a call from across the globe, though you enjoyed those as well they just weren’t the same. The issue? Slash didn’t feel the same in the slightest.

Slash was tucking away in his study all day every day, only coming out for bathroom breaks or sleep, and he went to bed late every night. You brought him breakfast, lunch and dinner and waited up for him in the hopes of getting something but nothing ever came of it.

There was no riding him, no sleepy cuddle sex, no morning sex even. He wasn’t even fingering you, and at this point you’d take anything over nothing.

You tried wearing some of his favourite lingerie, when that didn’t work you just started walking around completely naked in the hope that your tits would entice him. They always did, so soft and plush, whether he was kissing, groping, fucking or just admiring he loved your chest.

But it didn’t work, not even in the slightest.

Eventually you just gave up. Nothing was working, all you could do was hope he’d eventually finish his work and fuck you into next year so you wouldn’t have to deal with him leaving you alone again.

You set into a routine. Waking up to an empty bed, going into slash’s study to check on him, ask him what he wants for breakfast and be met with a grunt. It was the same breakfast, lunch and dinner with nothing else to do. You didn’t even wait up for him anymore, what was the point?

With or without him you were getting needier by the second and you just couldn’t take it. You lay awake in bed failing to fall asleep once again as your cunt ached for the familiar stretch of Slash’s cock.

While you didn’t have him you had a good enough substitute. Toys.

You checked the time and saw it was still relatively early, meaning Slash wouldn’t be up for a while yet. You rushed to the closet and found the small box you kept of your toys tucked away in the corner, toys from all over the world that Slash got you as everlasting souvenirs and such.

You picked out your favourite, one of a similar length and girth to Slash with a wide range of settings. The light was already off and you stripped yourself of your silk pyjama shorts and thin tank top on the way back to the bed. Having lived with Slash for so long it was more than normal to not where underwear, especially to sleep.

You got your self nice and comfortable before pushing the silicone dick into your soaked hole. No resistance, pure lust pumping through you. You were horny but you were tired so you pushed it right where you wanted it and let it sit there for a moment or two before letting the vibrations take over and do the rest of the work for you, starting off at a low setting and working your way up until your back was arching off the bed and you were biting the meat of your thumb to keep quiet.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Slash demanded as he stood in the doorway, glaring at you. You panicked, eyes wide as you sat up and scrambled to apologize.

“I-‘m so sorry, I-I was just-just so needy and-and you’ve been ignoring me and-!” You tried but Slash just shook his head and interrupted you.

“No, I didn’t ask that,” he said, you stared at him in anticipation, “I said, what do you think you’re doing?” He repeated, slowly making his way into the room.

All this resentment you’ve been holding back was finally reaching a boiling point and you stared at him as he got closer. “I was fucking myself because apparently if I want something done right around here I have to do it myself!” You yelled at him, throwing the still whirring rod at him. It hit him in the chest and he just watched as it landed on the floor with a crude thud.

“Gotta do it yourself, huh?” He asked, picking up the toy from the floor. “What exactly can you get from this that you can’t get from me?” He waited patiently for a response, though he didn’t expect one. You weren’t going down that easily.

“An orgasm, a good one, too, not whatever saw dust your wasted cocks choking out.” Slash stared at you, shocked, for a moment at your words. He cleared his throat and tossed the toy to the side.

“You really wanna count how many times you’ve cum on my cock?”

“As of late? I can’t even count it on one hand because there’s nothing there.” You barked. Slash pulled the blankets down, revealing your glistening skin. “What are you doing?” You asked, pulling your knees to your chest.

Slash gripped your thighs and spread your legs apart again, admiring your folds for a second. “Gotta get my score up, don’t I? Can’t have some piece of shit dick fucking you better than me.” He said.

Slash got comfortable in front of you, lying on the bed and looking up at you while he ate you out. He had stumble and it rubbed against you all over and you loved it, the way it teased the sensitive skin on your inner thighs was heavenly.

Of course it didn’t take long before you were cumming on Slash’s tongue. “Knew I could do that, record time, huh?” He asked, kissing your abdomen so sweetly.

“I pregamed with the dildo, dumbass.” You snapped, reaching for the blanket to cover yourself and go to bed. Slash stopped you before you could and set himself up once more.

“I’m not done.” He stated, quickly starting to lick you again. “You’re not sleeping until you squirt on me.” He mumbled against you.

He stuck to his words. His fingers fucked you until you were gushing on them, juices dripping down his wrist, chin. Anything that could be coated was coated, but it wasn’t enough, you still hadn’t squirted on him. Still, he didn’t give up.

Slash relieved himself of his clothes, slapped his cock on your clit and started fucking into you at a rapid pace. His hips hitting yours while his tip hit your special spot so good over and over again. You were a moaning mess, eyes rolled back and body twitching.

“Cmon, be a good girl and be loud for daddy.” He said. You pressed your lips together and shook your head, refusing to accept how good he truly was making you feel. And just like that slash’s big, calloused hand came down on your ass. “Fucking scream like you want to!”

“Fuck!” You cried out, unable to hold it back anymore. Tears streamed down your cheek and your moans meshed with sobs. “Fuck, ‘m sorry, daddy, ‘m so sorry, needed you so bad.” You whined.

“That’s more like it.” Slash groaned, his head rolling back at the feeling of your warm, wet gummy walls clenching around him.

He had you on your back with you ankles hooked over his shoulders as he fucked up into you, relentlessly pistoning his cock into you to make you see stars. “Fucking cum on me, cum on daddy’s dick just like you know you want to.” You couldn’t even pretend to deny him anymore, helplessly nodding and pleading for him as you were thrown over the edge for the nth time that night, though this one was different. Finally, slash was getting what he wanted.

Without much of a warning you began gushing all over him. Slash didn’t waste a second in pulling out and getting behind you for an easier time toying with your clit and as you came hard. Your body shook violently, no noise was even coming out of you at this point as you let your body feel these never ending shock waves repeatedly flowing over you.

Slash held your knees to your chest with one arm, fucking you with his free hand until he was sure you were done.

He held you close as you came down from the high, letting you rest your head on his chest while he wrapped his arms around you in a warm embrace. “I’m better than that garbage, right?” Slash asked, tilting your chin up so you’d look at him. You could barely even process what he was saying, never mind reply to it. Instead you stared up at him with a blank stare and a slightly tired smile. Slash chuckled softly. “That’s a good girl.”

Slash took you in his arms and carried you off the bed. You whined softly. “Shh, shh, it’s ok, I’m just taking you to a different room.” You shook your head, though his soft voice was soothing the words were not what you wanted to hear. “You can’t sleep in a puddle.”

It didn’t matter the reasoning, you were fast asleep before he even got the words out. Happily dreaming about how good he made you feel at last.

[katsul0vr]

Bakugo x reader smut!!

hi guys! this is my first time writing smut so pls have mercy on me- 

At this moment in your life, you stopped to ask yourself, how the fuck did you end up here.

It was supposed to be a one-time thing, but here you are again. Trapped under Katsuki’s large frame, whimpering like a bitch in heat as he hits your cervix with every harsh thrust after thrust.

In all honesty, you can’t act like you didn’t lay awake at night, touching yourself an imagining it were him instead. His hands, which were significantly bigger than yours, feeling all around your body, every inch of your skin, claiming it as his. After all, you’d never let anybody else touch you like this. Wouldn’t even dare to think of anyone else thrusting into your tight cunt, calling you his good fucking girl. Telling you that you look so pretty taking his cock like this, saying you feel so damn good squeezing around him every time he whispers praises into your ear.

You let out some mixture of a gasp and a moan when he lifts your leg over his shoulder to fuck you from a better angle. You quickly reach up to grab onto him and drag your nails down his back hard, which will most definitely leave a mark, but he’ll worry about that later. Right now, he’s too focused on the face you make when he slows his thrusts and rubs right against that spot that drives you crazy. Right against the spot that has you clenching around him and begging, pleading, saying any and everything you could think of to convince him to let you cum.

“K-kats, fuck- please, please let me cum, need it so bad, please” you’re so close to losing your mind, the pleasure is too much and it’s taking everything that you have to not finish without his permission. You know better than to do that. You learned your lesson from last time and you’ll never make that mistake again. “Now, baby,” he says, caressing your face gently. For a second, you almost think he’ll let you. But oh, no. You underestimate him. You seem to have forgotten one little detail. Because that light, feathery touch t your face is followed by a slap that brings you to tears. “That’s not my fucking name, now is it, princess?”

Your mind goes blank in that very moment. The sudden impact leaving you speechless, throwing you deeper into subspace than you’ve ever been before.

“ ‘m sorry daddy Im sorry- please let me cum I’ll be good, wanna cum for you. Wanna be your good girl, please, please-“ Your begging is cut off by yet another slap to your cheek and a strong grip on your jaw, forcing you to look up and make eye contact with him. “There’s my good girl. Come on baby, go ahead. Cum for me, slut.” And that’s all it takes for the pressure in your lower stomach to release, you let out a nearly pornographic moan as you finish, squeezing him so goddamn tight, he can’t help but to let go as well. His cum fills you up little by little, and his thrusts slow as he pumps you full of his seed, pressing soft kisses to your lips and forehead, he lets you know just how much of a good girl you were and how well you did for him.

Once you both calm down and catch your breath, he picks you up and carries you to the bathtub. Setting it up with your favorite soap and some bath salts, slowly and carefully placing you into the warm water, he helps you get cleaned up and even dries you off and dresses you when you’re done. He then quickly changes the sheets on your shared bed. He lifts you up and under the covers, pulling you into him and holding you tightly.

“I love you” you say quietly as you start to drift off to sleep in his arms. “I love you too, baby, now get some rest, we got shit to do tomorrow.” You smile and kiss him, then relaxing back into him and falling asleep.

[nhasablogg]

I dont wanna monopolize all your prompts but maybe a short one where Spencer won't/cant go to sleep/is drinking too much coffee to stay awake so someone tickles him to tire him out? Or just to convince him to get some actual rest?

-M

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Characters: Hotch, Reid

A/N: This is probably ooc, but I don't CARE I wanted to write about Hotch and Reid. Also tweaked the prompt a little, hope that's okay!

Words: 1.3k

Hotch didn’t make it a habit to profile his profilers. It didn’t seem ethical, especially not if it didn’t affect their abilities to work. Which was exactly why it took him slightly too long to realize that Reid was sleep deprived.

“How many hours of sleep per night does a person need to function normally?” he asked him that afternoon.

Reid looked up from his paperwork, one hand gripping his fifth cup of coffee. “Between seven and eight depending on age.”

“I see. And how many do you get on a nightly basis?”

Reid straightened, his lips pursing. “I sense I made a mistake.”

“How many, Reid?”

“Mmm.”

“Reid.”

“Maybe two?”

“Two?”

“Not every single night of my life!” Reid scrambled to add. “But. Recently.”

Hotch rubbed at his temples. “Jesus. For how long?”

“A couple of weeks.”

“Reid. You need to lay off the coffee.”

“It’s not because of that,” Reid said, holding up his hands. “It’s the only way I can focus during the day. It doesn’t matter how tired I am at night. I just can’t seem to sleep.”

“Nightmares?” Hotch remembered when Morgan had approached him about it a few years ago, when Reid’s nightmares had started.

Reid shrugged. “Partly. I’ve been able to handle them before, though.”

“We experience new things all the time. It’s nothing to be ashamed of if you find it harder now.”

“I’m not ashamed.” But he wouldn’t meet Hotch’s eyes now, turning back to his pile of papers.

Hotch huffed, wondering how to approach this. It wasn’t as if he could physically make sure Reid was sleeping.

Unless…

“I want you to take a nap right now.”

Reid turned back to him. “Sorry?”

“We have a couch and a quiet room for a reason. This job’s demanding. I order you to go to sleep.”

Reid held up his cup. “But I’m five coffees down,” he said weakly.

“Then starting tomorrow you’re not allowed to have any more coffee past noon and will take a nap after lunch.”

“Sir, with all due respect-”

“No arguing.”

Reid’s mouth snapped shut, but Hotch caught him mumbling something along the lines of “Morgan will tease me to death” as he left him.

And Morgan did, stopping only when Hotch shot him a look the next day. “I think I should enforce this rule on everyone if I’m being honest. I doubt you’re taking care of yourselves as you should.” Everyone squirmed, refusing to look at him. “Hm. Reid, come on, the room is ready for you.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes. You look exhausted as it is.”

“I’m fine, Hotch, I promise.”

“Didn’t I say no arguing?”

Reid sighed, following Hotch into the room. It was nothing special really, but it had a couch by the wall, a table and a chair for when you needed complete privacy while working or eating, and a small window with the blinds closed, just in case you needed daylight. Hotch rarely was in here, and he had no doubts his agents barely knew of its existence.

“There’s blankets and extra pillows,” he said, pointing to a basket. “You get an hour.”

“What if I can’t fall asleep?” Reid asked quietly, arms crossed. Holding himself rather than displaying defiance, Hotch noted.

“Just resting is also good for you.” Hotch softened, taking in the young agent. How much he’d seen much too young. “Please try, Reid. Please.”

Hotch left him before he could reply.

*

Reid found him 27 minutes later, hair somewhat unruly and his eyes containing something that nearly scared Hotch a bit. “I can’t. Hotch, I can’t.”

“Reid, Reid, calm down. What is it?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Reid-”

“I just can’t, I-” He ran a hand over his face. “It’s not that I don’t want to.”

He saw the frustration in the kid now. How he probably spent weeks trying and failing to get the rest he needed. How that was slowly etching itself into his bones and spilling over.

Hotch sighed, wondering if he was crossing a line. “Come with me.”

They went back to the room and Hotch had him sit down next to him on the couch.

“Relax,” he told him. “It’s okay. I want to try something.”

“Okay.”

“I do this to Jack when he can’t sleep. I know you’re not a child,” he added when Reid opened his mouth. “But I think this could help as long as you’re not uncomfortable with me touching you.”

“Uh.”

“Or we can get someone else to do it. Maybe Morgan.”

“What exactly do you have in mind?”

“Jack relaxes when I stroke his back,” he explained, finding himself smiling softly. “I figured sometimes you just need to know that someone is there. It also helps you relax.”

Reid exhaled. “Is that- something you want to do for me?”

“Of course.” Hotch said it with no hesitation, although still wondering if it was appropriate. But their job literally involved them sleeping and eating and crying around each other. He saw no reason why this would be different. “If you want me to.”

“I guess it can’t hurt,” Reid mumbled, suddenly blushing and turning away from him. “I, uh, should I lie down?”

Hotch hadn’t thought of the details. “Yes, I’ll- I’ll sit on the chair.”

“Okay.”

It was awkward, as they shuffled to get in position. Hotch wheeled the chair over, realizing it was probably much too high for him to comfortably touch Reid, but it would have to do. Reid was facing the back of the couch, visibly tense and waiting for Hotch to approach.

“Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

“Are you gonna keep doing it until I fall asleep? Because that will probably take hours.”

Hotch really hadn’t thought this through. “I’ll do it for a bit just to help you relax, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I’m gonna touch you now, okay?”

“Okay.”

It was strange, to be petting your co-worker, but to be fair it wasn’t the strangest thing he’d done for this job. Reid lay completely still as Hotch let his fingertips run over his back, over his spine and shoulder blades and the nape of his neck. He shivered slightly, which made Hotch smile. Despite everything Reid hadn’t lost his humanity.

“How’s that?”

“Feels good,” Reid mumbled. Hotch could imagine him blushing, eyes closing and mouth slightly agape.

“And a little weird?”

Reid breathed out a laugh. “And a little weird,” he agreed.

Hotch laughed too, running his fingers down Reid’s spine toward his lower back. “Well, hopefully you’ll relax anyway- oh.”

Reid had twitched away from him with a yelp, glancing back at him briefly enough for Hotch to catch his panicked expression. “Uh.”

“Did I cross a line?” Hotch asked, equally as panicked.

“No, no, I just- Ugh.” He turned back around, pressing his face to the couch. “I think I’m good now, sir, thank you, you can leave now.”

“Reid, what-”

“I’ll fall asleep in no time.”

“Reid.” Hotch grabbed his arm. “What happened?”

Reid sighed. “It’s stupid.”

“If I overstepped-”

“You did nothing wrong, it just tickled.”

“Oh.”

Oh.

“I didn’t know you were ticklish.”

“How could you have known?”

“I’ll be more careful. Is it just your lower back?”

Reid didn’t reply instantly. “My sides. Back ribs. Shoulder blades if you’re being very gentle.”

“I see.”

“Neck too.”

“So I have about one fourth of your back that’s safe to touch,” he joked and Reid groaned, clearly embarrassed. “Sorry. I’ll be careful. Although it would have been fun to hear you giggle.”

“I don’t giggle.”

“I’m sure that’s a lie.” In a moment of rare playfulness, Hotch gave Reid’s side a poke, earning something akin to a shriek. “Sorry.”

“You did that on purpose.”

“I think I know what to do now next time you refuse to sleep.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would. Now be still and let me continue. I promise not to tickle you.”

Reid did. Hotch deserved a medal for keeping his word.

[heartcluez]

☆ here for you. | johnny suh (m)

sypnosis. you had a bad day at work and johnny is there for you to make your day better.

warnings. fingering, pussy eating, smut

👼🏻 this man has been on my mind lately so yk i had to write for him </3

mr. kim’s voice was low, almost like he was just going to eat you alive. “understood, sir.” you exhale before walking out of the room. as you finally got out of the building, it started to rain. what a lucky day! and just to add another one of your problems, you didn’t have your umbrella. “can my day get any worst?!” you shout out loud, not knowing there were two people right behind you.

you had a bad day today at work. your boss embarrassed you infront of everybody, shouting at you for making a mistake.

“i’m sorry mr. kim, it will not happen again.” you avoided looking up, afraid to see the look on people’s faces as you bore your gaze at your feet. god you wish you could just disappear right now, “if you do this again y/n, i’m going to fire you.”

you turn to look around as you immediately felt embarrassment wash over you. “ah.. sorry, i didn’t know..” you almost mutter, while the two strangers mumbled something to each other before walking away. you groan out to yourself before you palm your forehead.

you felt like you were opening the gates of heaven when you finally arrived at your front door. you’ve been thinking about johnny all day, he was the only one you know who could make you feel better. you open the door and are met by the fresh smell of dinner, taking a deep breath in so you could inhale the delicious scent.

“hey baby, i cooked dinner for us since i know you were coming home late today.” johnny smiles at you, god you could marry this man right here and right now. you walked inside your home as you set your stuff down, your clothes still dripping wet from the rain as you quickly removed your shoes.

“woah, what happened?” asked johnny, as he grabbed the nearest towel he could find and rushed over to you to dab your damp face gently. you sigh, “i just had a bad day today, that’s all.” you leaned your head to his chest, almost falling asleep there. “sorry to hear that baby,” johnny grabbed your chin gently as he stared into your eyes with awe. “come on go get clean clothes so you can enjoy dinner.”

you both stare at each other for what felt like eternity before you nodded lazily as you got off his chest and walked upstairs. you changed into some clean clothes before walking back downstairs. you saw johnny preparing the table for the both of you as he lit up some candles too. “wow, what’s with the candles?” you smile as you took a seat, “i wanted to make this day at least a little better for you since you said you had a bad day at work today.”

johnny replied as he took a seat in front of you, “thank you johnny, you really didn’t have to.” you look up to him smiling at you. you felt warm inside and thought to yourself, what did you do to deserve a man like him? “eat up before it gets cold,” you took a bite out of your meal and immediately melted.

“mmmh, this tastes so good! this is enough to make my day better.” johnny chuckled at your reaction as he took a bite himself.

you both strolled upstairs to your shared bedroom after finishing your supper. it was dark, and the only source of light in the room was from the moon which was perfectly illuminating your bed. you crawl on your bed as you sighed out. johnny closed the door and followed after.

he gets on the bed as he sits down and leans his back on the bed frame, “so, do you wanna talk about your bad day?” you laid your head down on his chest as you stare off in the distance, “my boss yelled at me infront of everybody today, and just for my luck, it started raining the moment i got out of the building.” you sigh, while you slid your hand underneath johnny’s shirt as you drew shapes with your finger on his abs.

“i’m sorry to hear that baby,” johnny shifts from his position, as he was now on top of you, “is there anything i can do to make you feel much better?” johnny placed kisses on your jawline, you look into his eyes and there was a hint of mischief.

“i don't know. anything would be able to make me feel better right now,” you sigh as you cup johnny's face and placed a quick peck on his lips. johnny kissed your jawline for a few more times before moving down to your neck, “what are you trying to do?” you tilted your head to give him a better access,

“let me take care of you baby, close your eyes and relax.” you smile as you followed his instructions and closed your eyes. johnny moved down to your abdomen slowly going towards your lower region.

he swiftly removed your shorts as he placed a quick peck on your clothed cunt, making you hum in approval. “you’re soaking wet baby, don’t tell me this is from the rain too?” he joked while you giggle, “it’s not, i’ve just be thinking about you the whole night. couldn’t wait to get home and see you.” he removed your panties in a quick movement, the cold air hitting your cunt making you breathe out.

he licked your slit, making you let out a breathy moan from your lips. he used his hands to spread out your legs before placing kisses on your cunt. he gave your pussy one last kiss before inserting two fingers in you, making you moan out loud.

“look at you taking my fingers so well, baby,” he kissed your clit as he watched his fingers slide in and out of you in ease. you ran your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you, wanting more from him.

johnny groans around your pussy when you pulled on his hair, “relax, there’s no need to rush. we have all night,” johnny chuckled before he started sucking on your clit, you absolutely felt euphoric. his other hand made its way up to your tits, massaging them and playing with your hardened nipple. his fingers quicked their pace, while johnny kept licking and sucking your clit.

your body was reacting more today, “johnny.. s’too much..” your back arches when he inserted another finger in you, quickly thrusting them in and out of your hole. you felt your high creeping up on you, “fuck, johnny yes! oh my god,” you moan as you cum around johnny’s fingers. although, johnny did not stop. his fingers kept sliding in and out of you, you could hear sounds of your juices squelching.

he ignored your cries and begs, as your thighs shook from the overstimulation. “feels so good!” you cried out, he loved the way your gummy walls were tightly clenching on his fingers while your arousal coated them. your chest heaving up and down, while johnny curled his fingers reaching your g-spot.

your tiny cunt was aching just from his tongue and his fingers. his hand groping your tits before pinching your nipple and rubbing it between his fingers. “m’ gonna cum!” you saw white little dots prickle at your vision as you felt your 2nd orgasm wash over you, he knows your little pussy is aching by now.

johnny gave one last peck at your slit before making his way up to you, “you did so well for me, baby.” he kissed your neck a few times before making out with you, while you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. he grabbed your hand, placing a kiss on your fingers, “did that make your day any better?” you giggle as you nod at him, making him smile in return. oh you were so lucky to have someone like him

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[broshot]

pairing: gojo satoru x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: you put drunk sleepy bf gojo satoru to bed and he accidentally calls you mommy (no gender specified but gojo says mommy)

not proof read

Ihad this idea in mind and wanted to write for it, hopefully no one has done this before

english isn't my first language btw, feel free to correct any grammar mistakes 💗

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You had been out partying with your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru, and some mutual friends of yours. Gojo had gotten drunk.

You were now inside your shared house and Gojo was leaning onto you trying not to fall. He was really tired, almost falling asleep.

"Mmm.. 'wanna cuddle you.." Gojo mumbled and hugged you, causing you to almost lose your balance.

"Sure, 'Toru, but you have to change first. And please for the love of-" You stopped mid-sentence as Gojo fell.

"Are you okay?" You immediately asked your boyfriend who mumbled a sleepy: "'m okay," as an answer.

You let out a sigh, helping your boyfriend get up and walk to your shared bedroom.

After changing into more comfortable clothes, you helped Gojo to lay down without falling off the bed. Gojo got really clumsy when he was drunk.

As you got up and were about to leave, Gojo grabbed your arm gently, pulling you back down and closer to him. "Don't go." He muttered sleepily.

You laid down next to him, combing your hand through his gorgeous white hair. He smiled and you kept playing with his hair. After a while you started to feel sleepy and stopped playing with his hair.

"Why did you stop?" Gojo asked, pouting. You placed your hand on his head, playing with his hair again.

"Mmm, thank you mommy..."

You froze. Did you hear that right?

You knew you heard that right just by looking at Gojo. He had a deep blush on his face, not from the alcohol, and he tried to hide after seeing you look at him.

"Love 'm sorry, didn't mean to call ya that. Was an accident." Gojo said, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as you laughed.

"It's okay. I liked it." You replied.

"What?"

You let out a giggle, followed by: "I love you, 'Toru!"

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I hate this but mans cute :P

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[7fckingidiots]

can u pls do what the demon bros would do if m/c wrapped themself in a blankie cocoon and just sat on the demon bros' laps like "i sleep here now goodnight."

with each post i write...lucifer becomes softer.....i am so sorry obey me fandom i am weak for him

MC Wrapping Themselves Up In A Blanket Cocoon

Lucifer

was in his office when you came into suddenly holding his entire comforter

wants to question you but before he can you just?? sit in his lap? effectively blocking his view from his desk and literally anything other than you

“MC wha-?”

“Sleep.”

“MC i’m still working...”

“Ok. I’m gonna sleep here now. Night.”

you don’t leave him any room to protest as you wrap the blanket tighter around yourself and close your eyes

he goes still not wanting to wake you

well...technically he can’t do his work like this anyways

wraps his arms around your blanketed form and lays his head against you willing no one to come into his office and see him like this

surprise! mammon does!

bigger surprise! mammon is now hung up in the hallway and you two are asleep in his room

Mammon

doesn’t even recognize you at first because you’ve wrapped yourself in all three of his blankets

he gets COLD leave him alone

thinks you look ridiculous and doesn’t hold back on teasing you

“MC what the hell are ya doing?”

You walk over to Mammon and lean against him. “Sleep. I’m...gonna sleep here now.”

Oh god he’s soft for you

Wants to hold you but his IMAGE!!! Mammon please you have no image

Your weight with the blankets eventually toppled him onto the couch

Welp, guess he’s sleeping now

“C’mon MC, open up! I need some of the blankets too.”

Levi

he’d heard you taking out the blankets from his bath tub but didn’t mind

but then you sat in his lap while he was in the middle of a game and he could barely see the monitor

Tries to adjust slightly because he doesn’t want to bother you but.......Dude......HIS GAME

“Um, uh...MC?”

“Hm?”

“Could you just move down a little more? Please?”

“Mhm. Ok, I sleep here now. Goodnight.”

now his arms are stiff bc he doesn’t want to lay them on you djdjjdjd

highkey likes sitting with you in comfortable silence! there’s no pressure to talk he loves it

makes the mistake of looking at your sleeping face mid level and loses bc oh god......MC cute what the hell

then he realizes your passed out in his lap and jumps waking you up

HE JUST COULDNT BELIEVE IT LEAVE HIM ALONE HES A SWEETHEART

Satan

was reading and saw how tired you looked when you entered his room

watched as you cocooned yourself in his blankets and moved over to him

laughs a little as you sit on top of him, putting his book down

“Comfy?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna sleep here now.”

“Of course my love, want me to read to you as well?”

“Yes please!”

i am so goddam soft for satan u will never understand

reads to you and strokes your hair at the same time so you never even had a chance of actually staying awake

he really loves the fact that you sought him out for comfort it makes him fall a little more in love with you

he still reads out loud even after he knows your asleep

when he finally reaches a nice stopping point, he places down his book and shifts so that you lay on top him

“Goodnight dearest.” He tells you while kissing your forehead.

Asmo

Finds you wrapped up in his blanket upon entering his room

is happy too see you and giggles when you make grabby hands at him

he complies, of course

“Now now, what are you doing here before me, my pet?”

You nuzzle into him. “Was tired. Missed you. I’m gonna sleep now.”

his arms immediately wrap around you tighter and he’s fight back the urge to cover your face in kisses right now

that was so cute to him what the hell

he lays down with you and waits for your breathing to even out so he can finally go and do his nightly routine

practically runs to get back to you because he misses you already

he and his room would always be open to you for whatever you needed

Beel

was raiding the kitchen when he felt your sleepy form lean into him

is confused because you don’t wrap your arms around him but when he turns around he finally understands why

your wrapped in a blanket two times your size and your eyes are barely awake

wraps his arms around you and picks you up immediately, swearing to himself he’d never let you down again

“You didn’t have to come get me MC, I was gonna come back to you.”

You nod into him. “I know...just...don’t like sleeping without you.”

ah! you’ve done it! he’s in love with you and would literally play fetch for you if you asked ok he’s in so DEEP

kisses the side of your head and the hunger he usually felt subsides, his heart suddenly racing

you made him feel wanted, and he could never thank you enough for that

“I’m gonna sleep here...is that ok?” you murmur to him, already half asleep on his shoulder.

“Of course...thank you.”

Belphie

he sleeps with so many different blankets you are NOT wrapping yourself up in all of them

so you settle for his favorite which causes him to find you first instead of you seeking him out

looks angry, he is NOT

you’re so...small like that...oh.....

this loser won’t say that tho. hey kids. BE UPFRONT WITH YOUR FEELINGS UNLIKE THIS BASTARD

groans as he pulls you into him

“I can’t believe you took my favorite one, if you wanted attention just ask.” he grumbles into your shoulder. You sigh into him, finally content and ready to sleep.

“I’m gonna sleep here now. Night Belphie.”

Yelps as you pull him to the floor.

i mean. it’s not like it’s the first time he’s slept on the floor

as soon as your eyes are closed he drops the annoyed act and brushes any hair out of your face

oh he was so WHIPPED for you and he knew it even though he’d deny it

starts whispering compliments to you and giving you light kisses

“I’m still awake Belphie.”

“No.”

“Love you too.”

[minahoeshi]

you were loved the most of all.

Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader | break-up angst

summary: You should've known that when Ushijima Wakatoshi found it easy to fall in love with you, it might be even easier for him to fall out of it. But who expects the worst when it comes to loving someone as seemingly perfect as him, anyway?

Chapter 1 of 2

Chapter 2 of 2

He said it was easy to fall in love with you. He said he didn’t know when exactly, at which place, nor for what reason. Simply one day, Ushijima Wakatoshi found himself looking at you with the epiphany that maybe there’s something more meant to happen between you and him. There you stood before him that day, the person he could promise love to. (And there he stood before you that moment, the boy whose promises you found yourself believing in no matter what.)

So maybe that’s why it was even easier for him to fall out of love. When he told you he was no longer in love with you, it didn’t matter to you to ask when exactly, at which place, or for what reason. Even the universe itself is meant to fizzle out one day along with the death of the stars. Just one more person drifting away from you like a lone planet with no real orbit shouldn’t leave you broken. You are used to this. You won’t fall apart.

But you break anyway.

It was snowing outside when he decided to tell you to end things now before it hurts both of you even further. Not that the snow has anything to do with the coldness creeping up your chest threatening to spill out of you in endless sobs. You were glad, though. That at the very least, he remained honest with his feelings. He never left you guessing. Every time, he never forgets to tell you what’s on his mind. His honesty is something he thought was necessary.

“I understand, don’t worry. Thank you for telling me right away. I know you’re also considering me–” you tell him and choke up. There are tears running down your face but you’re not worried about that. Wakatoshi never let you mask your emotions around him. For the longest time, he reminded you to feel free to be completely bare with him. All the good and the bad, he said. Don’t be afraid to show them to me. I will always understand.

He steps closer and puts you between his arms. You feel his chin on top of your head as you lean your face into his chest. You’re sobbing now. “I’ll be fine, Toshi. We’ll be fine.”

He kisses the top of your head and lets you stay in his arms for minutes. “I loved you then, and I love you still. It’s just that they’re no longer the same kind. I will stay if you ask me to, okay? Anything you want.”

This only makes you cry harder. He’s always been too good. And even in breaking your heart, he’s too good. You want him to hold on. You want to ask him to stay with you for years and years. Even with a different kind of love, you’ll let him be as long he’s close by. But someone like him who has dreams beyond yourself shouldn’t ever be with someone like you who still lacks certainty toward anything.

“Just for tonight,” you ask, still crying. “Can I stay?”

“of course,” he replies. Anytime you want. Anything you want. It has always been this way.

Because humans are creatures of routines and familiarity, you spend that night the way you usually do when you’re at his place. You cook dinner with him and eat on the dining table, sharing stories and laughter. You keep adding food to his plate and he smiles as you giggle at everything you find funny.

It’s okay, it’s okay. You’ll be okay. You’ll be fine.

You clean the kitchen and stay in the living room. He leans on the couch as you lay down with your head on his lap. You keep talking and laughing. He goes along, sometimes adding things to make you laugh even more, sometimes simply agreeing, sometimes asking questions. You keep it loud and light, afraid of the silence. Inside you, it’s so heavy, your heart might just fall off. This will be the last, you tell yourself. You want to be happy for now. While he’s still here.

"Do me a favor, okay?" You tell him as you're nearing slumber. "Let me leave first tomorrow. Maybe stay in bed, maybe pretend you're asleep. But tomorrow, don't get out of the room until I've left the house." Your voice shakes, feeling yourself wanting to sob.

"I don't want to wake up to another empty bed but I don't want to see your face when I wake up too," you curl into him even further. "I'm sorry for being selfish. I'm sorry I still don't really know what to do. And I know you wake up pretty early and you know, do stuff, but just for tomorrow, please?"

Wakatoshi didn't really understand why. He originally planned on cooking breakfast for you and taking you to the train station. He would watch you board the train and he'd make sure to smile at you as he waves. You always waved back. That's how it works. Even after fights, and even after especially bad nights, you'd still do the same. Watching you leave with a smile was how you both knew you'd still be fine the days after. That nothing much can affect your relationship. For years, this has been the routine.

But tomorrow, he knows he has to give way. He knows what he said hurt you. It would be wrong of him to do what he wants simply because he's used to.

Tomorrow's the last, he realises. And then if you want, he'd never see you again.

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You wake up pretty early. The sky is a calm shade of blue, the world outside still waking up. You check the time on your phone and find it's 6 AM. Last night, you slept with your back on him. The sight before you is the other end of his bedroom and you notice just how much of yourself you've managed to leave around his place. Pieces of just one other person in his life, scattered in places around his world pretending that’s just where they belong. You didn't mind leaving things behind back then. You never really thought of the day that you might’ve to take back all of them. Just how does one pick up parts of themselves when they thought they’ve finally found a place for them to stay?

But as you stand up, you conclude that when things end, traces shouldn’t be left behind. He didn’t decide to break up only to be reminded of you even after you’re no longer close to him. So you go and pick every little thing that's yours. Even your jacket and sweaters and a few pairs pyjamas in his closet. You'll just take his things from your place too and hand it to Tendou's shop. Coming back here won’t do you any good. Him coming to your place instead wouldn’t either.

Collecting all your things, even the ones you can't use anymore, you leave the bedroom and enter the living room. You don't have many belongings here aside from some DVDs and books. You only take the books and leave the rest for him. You've always preferred reading anyway.

Setting your bag and things aside on the sofa, you go ahead and wash yourself in the bathroom and bring your toothbrush and some other products with you when you're done. You then head to the kitchen to cook him something light to eat for breakfast . You knew you didn't have to. He knows how to cook. It has always been him cooking breakfast for you. When you could, you’d rather stay in bed until the very moment you must start preparing to go to uni or work. But you did anyway. He's probably in his bed, awake. He has never been a heavy sleeper. With all the moving you did around his room, he was bound to wake up if he wasn't already.

You make him a simple omelette and write a small message on top of it with ketchup. "Good luck with practice today!"

You've already cleaned everything you used, preferring to wash and set utensils as soon as you're done with them. That way, when you're sitting down to eat, there won't be any cluster around to distract you.

You put the ketchup down and decide that should be enough. You'll stop here. You should go now.

Ushijima is sitting on his bed. He's been awake since 5 AM when he usually goes on his run. It isn't the first time he chose to stay with you instead of going out, but he can't help but feel heavy this time. He stayed in for you. But as the minutes pass by, it seems that he simply cannot find the courage to sit up and face you.

He wants to sink into his bed.

There's knock on the door followed by sentences uttered softly. "Toshi, I'm going now. There's breakfast on the table. Make sure to eat before you go."

There goes the heavy feeling again. Maybe if this keeps up, he might just actually sink and never get back up.

You've done that a few times. Leaving while he's still in the room. You don't even open the door. You simply knock and tell him you're about to go, always reminding him to eat before he goes too.

But this will be the last, he thinks. If you leave now, will he never see you again?

a/n

chapter 2 will be up soon not rly sure when tho. (it's up now the link is at the top)

also, im not entirely sure but i think i didnt use any pronouns or gendered nouns for this except "girl" in the 1st paragraph which i erased just now? if i'm right, then i hope everyone reading this get to feel as though theyre rly the person in the story. unless ofc u dont want that bc this isnt the happiest ushitoshi x reader fic u can find🥲. but thanks for reading!!!! m so sorry for typos nd other errors as well. i kinda cant read my own writings bc sometimes doing so makes me wanna smack myself in the head and never write again nd i hate that so now im leaving my mistakes to the gods nd hope they love me enough or smth. but yes thank u sm again for reading!!!!

[wisteriashouse]

intoxicated.

pairing: rengoku kyoujurou x f!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1738

remarks: awful writing that i needed to get out of my system because god the idea is cute but the execution is a mess

The sudden knocking at your front door startles you from your slumber. 

Awake but still groggy with sleep, you take a moment to peek at the clock hanging on the wall - it’s already one in the morning. You must have fallen asleep on the couch waiting for Kyoujurou to return home, the movie that you’d left playing on the television has been replaced by a list of credits rolling endlessly. Just as you’re about to let out another yawn, the knocking at the door resumes again, causing you to jump.

“Who is it?” You call, a little cautiously. It’s not like Kyoujurou to knock before he enters. If he were trying to announce his return home, it would more likely come in the form of a lively ‘I’m home, darling!’ or a surprise attack of smothering kisses and hugs. Not to mention how late at night it is… Slightly worried now, you reach for the heavy umbrella stand in the corner of the living room cautiously...

“Yo, open up before I leave your husband in the corridor!” To your surprise, the voice that answers your question is an unexpected but familiar one, dispelling any fear you have. You hurry to unlock the door, and once it swings open, Uzui Tengen’s massive frame fills the doorway of your apartment, a large shape slung over one of his broad shoulders. Bemused at this strange sight at your doorstep so late into the night, you squint a bit at the baggage Tengen is carrying before your eyes widen.

“Kyoujurou!”

“Right, where do you want me to drop off this sad sack of potatoes?” Without further explanation Tengen marches into your house, Kyoujurou still hoisted over his shoulder. Still at a loss to what’s going on, you gesture at the couch that you had been asleep on just a few moments prior, and Tengen proceeds to dump his colleague onto it unceremoniously. The two of you watch as Kyoujurou lets out a grumble at the sudden rough handling, fidgeting a bit on the couch before he falls still once more, eyes firmly shut. There’s a telltale crimson flush on his cheeks.

You turn to Tengen, who’s adjusting his jeweled headband with a hand and checking his hair in your mirror. “He’s completely drunk, isn’t he?”

Kyoujurou isn’t the type to drink, much less get inebriated to this extent. After growing up with a rather negative impression of alcohol, Kyoujurou strictly limits his own intake of it - never more than one or two glasses, and only during special occasions such as anniversaries or weddings. In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever seen Kyoujurou imbibing enough alcohol to get this intoxicated.

Your husband’s friend and colleague only shrugs, looking totally unrepentant with his arms crossed over his chest. “Well, it was results’ day for the academy today, and it turns out that not a single student failed history.” Surprised, you look down at Kyoujurou again. He’d been working so hard throughout the revision period, coming home later than usual and even skipping meals on occasion to tutor weaker students. Although Kyoujurou always claims that it’s not hard on him, you’re glad that his efforts have paid off so wonderfully. “So the teachers decided to hit the bar to celebrate, and at one point he mistook Shinazugawa’s vodka for water… yeah. Your husband really has no alcohol tolerance at all.”

You laugh a little, sitting next to Kyoujurou and resting the back of your hand on his cheek. “Well, you’re not wrong. Thanks for bringing him back, Tengen.” At your touch, Kyoujurou makes a pleased noise at the back of his throat, hands clasping yours and pressing it tighter against his cheek. With how warm he is, your hand probably feels like a refreshing ice pack to him. Tengen only makes a gagging noise.

“Yeah, yeah.” He waves it off casually, sticking his hands into the pockets of his hoodie before he turns to leave. “It’s getting late, so I better get back to my own family before they start worrying. I’ll lock the door on the way out, so you can just focus on taking care of that guy over there. See ya.”

You wave to him on his way out, and when the door clicks shut behind him, you look back at Kyoujurou, eyes gentle. His hair has come unbound (probably due to Tengen’s rough handling), a crimson and gold mess strewn over the couch. His normally pressed white shirt is wrinkled. With a faint smile, you shake your head before you reach for his tie, intending on undoing it so that you can put him to bed.

The second your fingers touch the knot of his tie, however, a pair of strong hands wrap around yours, stopping you in your tracks. Surprised, you look up at Kyoujurou, realising that his eyes have opened a crack as he looks blearily at you. “Ah, you’re awake?”

“M’ sorry but…” his words come out slightly slurred, and you have to strain your ears to make out what he’s saying. “But I'm… already married…”

You blink at him, momentarily amused. “Is that so?”

“Yes!” The volume of his declaration almost makes you jump, and you hurry to shush him before he can wake up all of the neighbours, hands pressed over his mouth. “So…” he waves a finger in front of your face wildly, a big frown on his lips. “No… funny business… Okay?”

So this is what your husband is like when he’s drunk. Now that you’ve been made privy to such knowledge, you can’t help but think that you should get him drunk more often. He’s cute. “Okay, no funny business,” you agree, removing your hands from his tie and placing them in your lap, although all you want to do is run your fingers through his hair and kiss the man silly. “How about I call your wife to come get you, then?”

Kyoujurou shakes his head quickly, orange and gold strands flying about. “No, no, no, don’t… she’s probably… sleeping by now.” He waves at the clock with a clumsy hand before sagging back onto the couch with a groan. “Don’t wanna disturb.”

A smile touches the corner of your lips. Really, you’ll have to make up for all the times you’ve wanted to kiss him now tomorrow morning. “You must love your wife very much, don’t you?”

“Of course!” Another shouted declaration, and you hurry to muffle him with a pillow to the face. “Very much so! More than anything else! I- hmpgf mhph hmm…” 

A small burst of laughter escapes you before you can stop it, and you have to cover your mouth with your hands to suppress your laughter. The pillow you had been holding earlier falls between the two of you. Kyoujurou looks taken aback, confused, then he pouts, almost childishly. “It’s true!” Kyoujurou insists, mistaking your laughter for disbelief. Holding up his left hand, Kyoujurou gestures at his ring finger energetically. “Look!”

You don’t need to look to know that his silver wedding band will be sitting there snugly, never having been taken off since your wedding day. “Wow, what a coincidence,” you say, deciding to humour him. Holding up your own left hand, you put your hands side to side by comparison. Your wedding bands shine in the dim light of the room next to each other. “Look, we match.”

Kyoujurou squints at the bands for a moment, before he turns his head to study your face. Then his expression suddenly lights up, a gigantic smile illuminating his face. “Darling!” The hug that he gives you nearly knocks you off the couch, the tips of his hair tickling your nose as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Drunk as he is, Kyoujurou’s hugs always make you feel the same way - loved, warm and protected.

“You silly oaf, I can’t believe you didn’t recognise me.” With a laugh, you reach up to ruffle his hair before you pull him to his feet, guiding him towards the bedroom. “Come on, let’s get you changed and tucked into bed.”

Kyoujurou whines, nuzzling the top of your head and both arms wrapped securely around your waist. “But I wanna keep hugging you,” he complains, then lets out a little yelp when you swat his ass firmly.

“Be a good boy and get changed first, then maybe I’ll cuddle you in bed.” With a pout, Kyoujurou loosens his embrace just enough for you to take a step back. Reaching up, you focus on undoing the knot of his tie, tossing it to the side before moving to undo the buttons of his work shirt. “This would be so much easier if you’d help me out, you know,” you say lightly to tease him, glancing up at him to see what he’s up to. To your surprise, Kyoujurou is watching you seriously with a strange intensity to his gaze. It’s not a look you see on him often. “Kyoujurou?”

Without a word, Kyoujurou leans forward abruptly - with no time to react, the next thing you feel is a pair of lips landing on yours gently. Taken by surprise, you can only stand still with your fingers lingering on the buttons of his shirt as Kyoujurou captures your mouth in a warm kiss. The long fingers cupping your jaw are gentle, as though you’re a precious thing that he can’t afford to break.

After a few seconds, Kyoujurou slowly pulls away, and when you finally look up, he’s grinning brightly at you once more. “Just wanted to do that!” Kyoujurou laughs, before he turns and flops onto the mattress, half unbuttoned shirt still clinging to his broad frame. Stunned by the mood swings that the alcohol has brought on, you stare at him before you shake your head and join him on the bed, giving up on your original goal of getting him undressed.

“You’re going to regret drinking so much tomorrow morning,” you whisper as you tuck Kyoujurou into bed. Kyoujurou only smiles up at you, reaching out to take you into his arms and pulling you firmly into his chest. 

“That’s a problem for tomorrow!” He laughs, pressing your cheek against his. With a sigh, you pull the blankets over the two of you, snuggling closer to him for warmth.

“My problem for tomorrow, you mean.” 

Still, you wouldn’t mind him getting drunk more often, you think as you fall asleep in his embrace.

[amor-immortalem]

Everything Undesired

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

Warnings: dead dove: do not eat, heavily implied rape, gross misuse of a pact, dissociation victim blaming

Summary: not all pact masters use their pacts judiciously or in a positive way. What happens when a pact is misused in one of the worst ways possible?

A/N: so a while back I did a comic by the name of ‘Meet Me Under the Azaleas’ I’m no longer happy with the writing I put into it originally so I wanted to rewrite it using the same plot line and adding some extra scenes that weren’t in the original comic which I’ll be taking down tonight. It should work better as a fic anyway.

Chapter 1

“You are ours. We own you.”

Those words rang in his head over and over as he stumbled his way into his room, overstimulated, exhausted- a mess. He knew it was a mistake to answer the call of those witches tonight. The thoughts of what they did, how their hands ran over his body, what they had taken away. It made his stomach churn and tie itself in knots with guilt and shame. It burned just the same as the rope marks on his wrists and ankles- wounds that would heal within the hour.

“You won’t breathe a word of this to anyone- this we command of you, Avatar of Greed.”

Those women -no, they were monsters- abused the innate trust that comes with a demon who enters a pact with a human, multiple in this case. They had violated the boundaries he’d put in place the day he started dating his human. Oh God, what would she think if word ever got out? He had no way of speaking out- to scream the truth until his voice was raw.

He needed to shower, to get the stench of sex and sweat off of him. He had to get their scent off of him. As he entered the bathroom, Mammon tore off his clothes as he started the water. The lights remained off as he couldn’t bare to look at himself after what happened. Not after how he just let them use him like that.

He stepped under the boiling water and just let it run against him. The falling water did nothing to drown out the deafening voices running rampant in his mind.

“Disgusting!” They roared, “Useless! Pathetic! Weak! Whore! ….. Scum!”

He falls to the floor of his shower, hands gripping at his hair as he let out a whimper that eventually turned into quiet sobs. The steamy air making it harder to breathe. Why didn’t he fight against them harder- against their orders. No, he just laid there and took it.

He grabbed the soap and a wash rag and scrubbed his body until every bit of him was raw and even then he wouldn’t stop. It was only when he saw the blood swirling around the drain that Mammon realized what he was doing to himself- how bad the water burned the exposed skin. It felt like hellfire raining down upon him.

He felt horrible as he reached up and switched the water off. He could still hear it in his head as he reached for a towel- all the crying, screaming, begging for them to stop.

He was a pathetic, sorry excuse of a demon, he thinks as he wraps the towel around his waist and travels down the his stairs quietly. It’s early morning now. There was only a few hours left before he would have wake up for school. He contemplated just skipping the entire day. There would be know way he’d be able to function. He could always say he feels sick- its not that far from the truth. He would decide in a few hours, he thought as he crawled into bed. It didn’t take long for her to move closer to him. His naturally warmer body temperature was what drew her to him. His body involuntarily tensing as she nuzzled into his chest, arms slipping around his body. He would only tuck her head under his chin and drape and arm over her side as he let the scent of her shampoo relax him enough to fall into a light sleep.

After a short while, someone's alarm blared among the sheets- whether it his or Arella's, he couldn't be sure. Mammon patted around for the offending phone, just wanting to get five more minutes of shut eye. He eventually succeeded but not without waking his partner.

"Morning, Love," Arella sighed, her voice still laced with the grogginess of sleep.

"Mornin', Treasure," The demon yawns as he curls back up, pulling her closer to his chest. "Sleep well?"

"I did. What time you get back last night?" Arella's voice is soft as her hand slides under his shirt, rubbing gently along his side.

"5 this mornin'." He says as he tries to hide the way his body recoils from her touch, a pang of guilt strikes his heart as she notices. "Sorry... 'm not really feelin' all that great right now..."

"No, that's alright." She removes her hand from his side, choosing instead to rest it against his cheek as she readjusts herself so she's eye-level with him on the pillow. "How selfish of those witches to keep you out so late on a school night..." Its at this point she notices the puffiness and how red his eyes are. "You look like you've been crying... Is everything alright?"

He just shakes his head. Mammon wants so badly to tell her what happened to him the night before- the real reason he got home so late, but unsurprisingly, no words come out. He just closes his eyes, letting himself relax under her gentle touch. "I'm jus' really tired s'all."

"I believe it. You only got a hour and a half's worth of sleep. Would you like to just stay home all day, just the two of us?" Arella moves him so he's resting with his head on her chest.

"That's sounds.... nice," he hums quietly, so close to falling back into the clutches of sleep.

"Alright then. Go on and go back to sleep," She kisses the top of his head, carding her fingers through the soft, fluffy locks the other hand rubbing small circles in the center of his back. "I've got you."

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This carried on for months. The witches would summon him and as long as he complied with their wishes, they would hold his secret. By the third time, he would check out- let his mind escape to anywhere but the present until it was over. It became a vicious cycle. They would call, he would go to them, and then he would crawl into his bed for maybe an hour or two before forcing himself to get up for classes that he often fell asleep in. After the tenth, once they had finished with him, he asked why they were doing this and they told him.

“We desire something to bind you to us for the rest of our lives.”

“A child.”

The demon’s eyes widened at that. Never in his life had he been so opposed to the idea of having children. In fact, just before all of this happened he had been daydreaming about what his children with Arella would look like if they were ever so fortunate to have any but a child with one of the witches? It made him sick. A half-demon born from a demon of his status had a high probability of killing its mother- one who he would then have to raise. How could he explain that to his brothers- to Arella? The very thought filled him with dread. How could he ever bring himself to care for a child conceived from a crime? A child that would always be nothing but a constant reminder of the worst nights of his life. They didn’t deserve a life like that.

And so Mammon did the only thing he could think to do: he fled. He ran back to the Devildom, back to House of Lamentation as fast a his legs would carry him. He crashed through the doors of the house. Never had he been so greatful to be the first one home. As he climbed the steps up to his room he vowed to himself never again. He wouldn’t give them what they wanted, consequences be damned.

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It had been six months since his last encounter with the witches. There was nothing on their end- absolute radio silence. Part of Mammon wondered if they'd gotten what they wanted from him after all. Everyday was filled with the anxiety of not knowing. His nightmares had gotten worse. Most of them were based around those nights he'd spent with them, others involved everyone finding out a one-sided version of what had happened, all spun in the favor of the witches. He dreamed of Arella leaving him, heart-broken from the implication that he would stray from her and running into the arms of one of his brothers. The worst ones- the ones he would wake up from covered in a cold sweat in the dead of night- consisted of him standing in the witches' home, the sounds of screaming, the smell of blood, the piercing first cries somewhere between the call of a demon and the screams of a human baby infecting his senses. It all felt too real. It felt like a crushing weight on his chest.

Over this time, Mammon had grown distant from both his brothers and Arella, hardly spending anytime with them. He fell apart. The grades he worked so hard to pull up had taken a nose dive, he was hardly eating- choosing only to consume just barely enough to sustain himself. He no longer slept for fear of the nightmares and he instead threw himself into side jobs that would keep him out of the house well passed curfew as well as earn him plentiful amounts of grimm. He couldn't go on like this much longer.

Everyone was worried for him. None of them had ever seen the Avatar of Greed in this manner and the gradual change in his demeanor alarmed them. Despite everyone’s best attempts, Mammon hardly smiled anymore. He just simply didn't seem to enjoy all of the things he once did. They all knew something was wrong but when asked the white haired demon would shrug it off, say he was fine when he very obviously was not. Everything came to a head the night Mammon collapsed, finally falling victim to exhaustion and hunger.

It was after this that Lucifer called the family to a meeting while Arella sat with Mammon in his room as he slept fitfully.

"What do we do, Lucifer?" Asmo seemed distraught with fear. "Our brother is suffering from something and we don't even know where to start in trying to help him."

"We have to get him to talk somehow," Satan quipped, "Perhaps Arella can-"

"If this were any other situation, I would suggest it but right now, I don't think that's a very wise move. If she forces him to talk it could very well damage the bond they share." For the first time in thousands of years, Lucifer didn't know what to do. Whatever was causing this shift in personality was eating away at Mammon. "We'll try to think of a way to fix this- to find out what happened to our dear brother. So let's start at the beginning of all of this. What do we know about what he was doing before this happened?"

"Well, Levi started, "He was getting called up by those witch sisters with more and more frequently. I heard him come home super late- like early morning hours late..."

"And after that is when he practically stopped eating." Beel chimed in.

"And he was having nightmares almost nightly, afterwards." Belphie nodded. "I did my best with my powers to look into them but there were so many mental blocks that he subconsciously put up, I couldn't see or hear anything very well and what I could see didn't make a whole lot of sense. They weren't very clear, but they had something to do with the witches... and I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt associated with them."

"Then obviously something happened while he was with them," Satan said, brow furrowed. "But what that may be, we won't know until he talks."

"Asmo, I see the look on your face." Lucifer called out to the Avatar of Lust. "Is there something, you'd like share with the group?"

Everyone's eyes were locked onto Asmodeus as the demon sat with a contemplative look on his face. He was very slowly starting to piece together what had been going on.

"Not yet, but I may have a hunch." He finally said. "Mammon has a pact with these women, correct?"

Next

Masterlist 2

[waybrights]

Sats au

If Anne or Marcy fall asleep in the bed Sasha 'claimed', Sasha will just make sure they're tucked in and comfy before sleeping in whatever empty space there was in the room/bus. In the morning she'll complain loudly, but only after asking how they slept.

i wrote smth for this!! okay this is like my second time writing this and i haven't spell checked or edited it so i'm sorry if there are any mistakes!!!

sasha had always liked staying up late when she was younger, it felt like some sort of 'screw you' to her parents. but then she got famous and was practically worked to the bone day in, day out for something she had very little control over. so she'd started staying up late to finish writing songs or learning the chords properly so she didn't mess up, and something she used to like just turned into another thing she had to do to remain where she was.

so when she found herself sitting just outside their bus at three in the morning, her blanket wrapped around her shoulders and a cup of hot chocolate in her hands, she realised that (for once) she was rather relaxed. it was a strange feeling, not worrying about what would happen tomorrow, or if she had enough songs done for them to even be considered by andrias. but sitting there, a gentle breeze running through her hair, all of that was forgotten.

it's late though, she thought to herself as she drained the cup, and we do have a concert tomorrow... with a sigh, sasha stood up, brushed the gravel off her pants and went back inside.

there was something about being alone in the tour bus that felt weird, sasha was never usually the last one up, so she'd never actually seen the bus so dark, not that sasha was scared of the dark, she was twenty not six. still, she sped through the bus into the sleeping area, trying to not trip over whatever sprig and polly had left laying about. keeping her complaints to a minimum, sasha hopped over a discarded mic and stumbled to her bunk.

but just as she was about to crawl in, someone moved, an arm flopping against sasha's thigh. biting her lip to stop herself from screaming, sasha quickly pulled her phone out and flipped on the flash only for it to illuminate anne and marcy, sprawled on her bed, fast asleep.

as sasha blinked down at them, she tried to find it in herself to be angry, but she couldn't. they both looked so peaceful (which wasn't something the three of them felt much anymore) and warm, so warm. which was more than sasha could say as she stood shivering in the cold bus.

"sash?" anne's voice snapped her back to the present.

"go back to sleep, anne," sasha replied, crouching down by anne's head

"'m in your bed, s'rry," she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

"it's okay, i'll take the couch," sasha laughed quietly, raising one hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "so you should go back to sleep."

"m'kay," anne hummed, smiling dopily, "night sash."

unable to stop herseld smiling, sasha pressed a gentle kiss to anne's forehead. "night, annie."

"mar mar too," anne mumbled, rolling over and pulling marcy into her chest.

sasha raised a brow, but leaned over and kissed marcy's cheek. "now will you go to sleep?" she asked, standing up and ignoring the heat rising up her neck. anne didn't reply though, not with words at least, but a snore told sasha she was fast asleep.

slowly backing away to not wake her up, sasha shuffled over to the couch. it wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep, but it was better than the floor and the second row of bunks (that felt way too tight for anyone to fit into), so she would survive.

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sasha woke up to a weight on top of her. with a frown, she cracked her eyes open to see marcy laying on top of her, their face inches apart. "oh! you're up!" then they turned to shout: "anne! she's up!"

"god, marce, i just woke up," sasha mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"right, sorry," she laughed, detaching herself from sasha enough to let her sit up.

"oh, morning sleeping beauty," anne called, carrying a pink mug in her hands. "we're almost there, so hp thought this might wake you up a bit," she said, pressing the mug into sasha's hands.

"wake me up or kill me?" she asked, eyeing the cup skeptically. hop pop had always liked experimenting with coffee, and sasha was usually the one on the end of it, but since she'd obviously slept in so late, she wasn't entirely trusting of the nice smelling drink.

"try it and find out," marcy said, climbing off sasha and instead curling up next to her.

"don't worry, i made it, it was just his idea," anne said, dropping her head into sasha's lap.

"hmm," sasha mumbled, taking a sip. "how did you sleep, by the way?"

"good actually," marcy said, "i think i sleep better on beds i've stolen from you."

"that doesn't surprise me," she said with a smile, "although now i do have a great, big pain in my back that i fear may hinder my performance," she said as solemnly as she could without bursting out laughing.

"you realise you could've joined us, right? you didn't have to sleep on the couch," anne said, raising a hand to fiddle with some of sasha's hair.

"i didn't think i was invited to your pile, besides those beds are tiny, we wouldn't all fit."

"well," marcy mumbled, tucking their head into the crook of sasha's neck, "it can't be a band pile if the lead isn't there."

"i'll keep that in mind," sasha laughed, taking another sip of her coffee and watching fields pass by their windows.

[iwhishtomeetinournextlife]

An anonymous lover (Part 5)

Summary : Y/N sees Sirius Black running away after a particularly rough letter from his mother. She wants to cheer him up and decide to send him a letter, anymously, she knows how much he hates her house.

Warnings : Slytherin!Reader, female!reader, angst, arguing, not proof read

Word count : 2.2k

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - You're here - Part 6 - Part 7

English is not my first language, sorry if there is any mistakes

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It is not possible. It is a mistake. He has dream of that moment so much, he is just imagining things now.

Sirius was in his dorm, laying down, looking at the stars on the canopy of his bed. He has stuck all the enveloppe he had receive decored with stars there, so he could see the sky before falling asleep, this had helped him to sleep better for the past few weeks.

But even the soothing looks of the stars could not help him calm his mind, he simply could not believe the person he was exchanging letters with, for now soon to be two months, was a slytherin. He knows her house shouldn’t be important, that no matter what she had helped him in so many ways, but he had developped such a hated for this house, he could simply not accept it.

He didn’t dare to compare the handwriting, fearing it would be indeed true, but after a few minutes he finally decided to look, he had to be sure, he couldn’t stay in the mystery like that for much longer.

He took the notes Y/N gave to him and the latest letter, the one he got today, it was a warming letter, she was talking about how she used to climb trees with her brother when she was a kid but never dared to go high, and how all the assignment was stressing her out and that writing to him helps her feeling better. Sirius felt like shit reading the lines.

He finally compare the two handwriting and threw his head back when they were the same. All the memories of the letter who were a source of joyed turned into a taste of disgust in the back of his tongue. What was before a blessing to be able to read those impossible lines became a curse. He hated it.

He hated how much of an impact her being a slytherin had on him, he didn’t want to deal with the emotion and decided to burry it deep inside of him. He didn’t copy the notes Y/N gave him and used Remus’ instead, he didn’t go to supper that evening, he didn’t respond to the letter like usual, and he didn’t sleep that night.

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Y/N was a bit surprise to not have any letters from Sirius that night, she had not see him in the Great Hall either, that got her a bit worried. She tried to reassure herself, he did say he had difficulties with that specific potion so he was probably studying.

She laughed at that idea, she had never seen him study before, clever and smart Sirius. Always finding ways out of situation, always the right answer in class if he bothered participating. The two month were over soon she realised and he had still to find her. She felt a bit of dispointment but also a satisfaction of winning the bet. She blushed when she remembered Sirius had promised a date if he find her before. Would he still wants to ask her if the bet  was over ?

She thought for a moment, she hoped he would, she was still a bit scared to reveal herself, but she was confident everything would go alright if she did. After all, they had spend so much time sharing their hearts, it couldn’t desappear that easily, right ?

The next day she searched for him in the crowd and she felt her stomach flip, he looked livid, her first thought went to his mother, has she send another letter ? She felt so bad for him, she just wanted to hold him in her arms and tells him everything would be alright because he was capable of anything.

When their eyes met, Sirius quickly looked away, he didn’t want to see her, didn’t want to think of all the things happening in his head and she was only making things worse. Y/N didn’t know what to think of that, she decided to let him his space, he could always write to her if he needed her help.

But Y/N’s concern only got worse, it was Remus who gave her back her notes, and when she asked if Sirius was ok, he just nodded and said he will be alright. He completly ignore her in class, and wierdly enough he seemed to look at her way more often than before but always looked away when she noticed him.

She send a little message, a very short one, “Are you ok ? I’m worried”, all she was able to write down, she felt a weight in her stomach getting heavier every day and sharp glass in her throat forbbiding her to talk.

Those feeling only got worse when Sirius only responded with “I know who you are. Astronomy tower, 11PM, tomorrow” Y/N has never sweat that much in her entire life.

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The walk from the dungeon to the astronomy tower was a long walk, and she was very careful to not get caught by anyone patrolling the corridors, she was trembling like a leaf in the wind. Each step getting heavier. But when she finally arrived, he was there, looking at the window, he turned to her when he heard someone enter.

For a solid second they just stand there, looking at eachother, not daring to say a word, but after a few moment it Y/N who spoke. “So... You know who I am”

“Yeah..”, his eyes looked in the void, he didn’t know what to do, he felt completly paralized. “Well.. What now ?” she didn’t dare to look a him either. “I don’t know”

Y/N froze for a moment, he didn’t know ? He is the one who asked her to come here ! After all they shared to one another, all the words exchanged, all those freaking kisses and hugs that’s all he had to say ? What for ? “Is it because I’m a slytherin ?”

Sirius didn’t answer for a moment but that spoke for itself, Y/N scoffed, tears running down her cheeks. “Of course” Sirius frowned “What do you mean by that ?”

“Of FUCKING course the great Sirius Black can’t deal with the fact he befriended a slytherin, how could have i been this stupid to think he could get over his own prejudice on a house he knows nothing about” Sirius stood from the window seat and walked to her visibly pissed “I know enough ‘bout yer stupid house to know t’s just a bunch a soon to be death eaters !”

Y/N open her mouth, completly shocked “Death eater ? Death. Eaters ? What do you even know about it ? Have you even try to talk to-” “Actually, yes, I did ! And mind ya all those I have talked to are nothing but monsters, so I prefer keep you and your kind away from me as much as possible”

Heavy tears were falling, how could he say that ? Her voice were cracking “Me and my kind ?! Do I look like a monster to you ?” Sirius opened and closed his mouth a few times “Maybe, yeah ! I know nothing about you !”

“NOTHING ?! I OPEN MY HEART TO YOU AND SERVED IT ON A GOLDEN PLATE !”

“WELL I DON’T WANT IT ! YOUR PEOPLE ARE NOTHING BUT A SHAME TO THESE SCHOOL, I DON’T EVEN UNDERSTAND HOW YOU ARE LET STUDYING HERE !  NOTHING BUT ABOMINATIONS ! YOU WILL JU-”

“MAY I KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE ?!”

Y/N and Sirius froze, Professor McGonagall and prefect were standing at the door, arms crossed, a severe look on her face. “So ? I’m waiting”. Both the students were heads down, ashamed of being caught like four years old. It is Sirius who answered “Nothing Professor", she frowned when she saw the tears Y/N was quickly swipping away and her puffy eyes. “Well I am sure you will gladly do nothing at your detention tomorow after class”

“Yes Professor” have they replied in union, “Now, I believe you both know the way back to your dorm ? Go Miss Y/L/N, accompagny her Mister Collins, and it better not happen again�� Y/N nod, unable to say another word and got out, following Collins. “Follow me Mister Black”, Sirius followed without a word.

After a few minutes, when they were starting to climb the moving stairs back to the Gryffindor commun room, she spoke, “I will not hide to you that I am quite desappointed Mister Black”, he frowned but before he could they anything, McGonagall added “I heard enough of your conversation to know what was happening, Mister Black” He felt his blood running out his face, probably leaving whiter than snow. “Professor I-”

“I don’t need your explainations, what you have said to Miss Y/L/N is simply intolarable, I thought better of you” Sirius was now red of shame, he didn’t know what to say, actually, he already regretted every words, he regretted them the second they have left his lips. “I can understand your disfavour toward the slytherin, I know your difficult relationship with your family and the fact they were all from this house, but I need you to understand that not all slytherin are bad people, the same way not all people who were from gryffindor turned out to be good people. Do you understand ?” Sirius nodded “I want you to think about it, goodnight Mister Black”

Sirius said goodbye and enter the common room before going to his shared dorm, he was not surprise to see that none of the marauders were sleeping. Sirius put the map he had used to sneek out in James drawer, his friend spoke “Where were you ?”

He didn’t answered at first, letting himself flopped on his bed, face first and groaning into his pillow. His friends looked at each other, worried, “Were you with a girl ?”, that only made him groaned louder. “C’mon, talk t’ us” said Remus, who stood up to sat beside his friend.

Sirius didn’t said anything for a moment, he was gnaw with guilt, he wanted all he said back, when he remember you crying his chest tighten, it was his fault if those tears were rolling down your cheek, if you were screaming at him, he had said such horrible thing to you but you didn’t said anything bad, you just observe a hard truth : this idiot could not go past his jugmental ass.

“The anonymous lover is Y/N”, all the marauders gasped together and hurried beside on his bed. “So ? What happenned ? You should be through the roof !” Sirius turned around, “I knew it for ‘ few days now”, James widen his eyes “ ‘nd you did tell us ?!”

Sirius grimaced “I know ! ‘m sorry ! ‘t just...” Remus frowned, something bad happened. “Pads, what have y’ done ?”, he simply put a pillow on his face, groaning and speaking intelligible words. “Wha’ ?”

“I TOLD HER SLYTHERIN WERE ABOMINATIONS !” they all sat there for a moment. James finally took the pillow from Sirius and hit him as hard as he possibly could with it “You. Are. An. I. DI. OT.”

“OUCH ! Yeah, YEAH ! I know, stop hitting me !” but he didn’t stop before a few more hit. He stop and catched back his breath. “I wouldn’t like to be you” said Peter, “Yeah, no shit Worm-” -another hit from James- “What do I do now ?!”

“Wha’ ? ‘cause you want her now ?” questionned Remus, he did not approve of his friend behavior, but he assumed that since he basicly called her a monster, he must not want to be with her. He observed his friend for a moment “C’mon, tell us everythin’ “

Sirius told them everything, from how he foud out, to what McGonagall had told him, passing by the horrible things he said to Y/N and him hiding his feelings away, getting interrupt occasionly by hit from James. But then he stopped, realising something horrible. “Oh no. Oh no no no no, I’M BECOMMING MY MOM !” He put his face in his hands. “I said such horrible things to her, she didn’t deserved any of it ! How do I make her feel better ?” He sounded desperate.

James put a hand on his friend’s shoulder “You gotta show her you really regret wha’ you said”

“Maybe some gifts ?” suggested Peter.

“Nah, first you have to deal with yer slytherin hate” said Remus.

Sirius frowned “What do you mean ?”

“If you want to date a slytherin, you have to deal with your irrational hate towards all of ‘hem”

“It’s not irrational ! I have perfectly good reas-” but he stopped mid-sentence, it was the argument with Y/N all over again, he sighed, he did need to deal with that.

“Let’s sleep, it’ll be better tomorow” said James who went to his own bed, the rest nodded and did the same.

Sirius put on some pyjamas and laid there for long minutes, thinking about why he hated slytherin so much, about his family, about Y/N. About the tears he caused, he wanted to punch himself for that, he swore that night that he will do anything to put a smile on her face and never see her cry again. He knew it will be hard but he will do anythign to deserve her fogiveness.

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[mxthtea]

aha,, so,, baal am i right folks (i still havent done her banner m sorry m just lazy -) (also everything i write for baal is modern au dksk,, mostly bc i dont know much about inazuma except from the art mhy as posted and what the game itself has said.)

(modern au) baal x gn!reader warnings: physical contact (hand holding), baal calls reader 'darling' a few times, written before baals release, grammar + spelling mistakes, lowercase writing, tell me if i forgot any description: you paint your nails with baal !! :D word count: 631

you walked towards the living room with nail polish in hand. baal was already sitting on the couch waiting for you. she decided that the two of you would paint each others nails for today, as her own nail polish was chipping away. it'd also be fun for the both of you. you put the nail polish on the floor and sat next to baal.

"is there any color you'd like specifically?" baal asked.

"mm.. you can choose," you smiled.

baal sighed and smiled back, "fiine, i'll choose one for you."

she reached down and chose one of the colors. it was a nice color, didn't have any sparkles and didn't look flat.

"do you want any patterns?" baal took of the top and took your right hand into hers.

"nah, this one is just fine."

"glad you like it then."

silence fell as baal started to paint your nails. she was neat and fast with how she did it. baal leaned over and kissed the top of your hand as she grabbed the left one.

"does it look good?"

"of course it does baal, thank you."

baal chuckled as she got back to work. it went as smooth as the right one, even kissing the top of your hand again. you looked at your nails and smiled to yourself, then back to her.

"thank you. these look great."

"i just painted your nails darling. it really is nothing."

"well i love it anyways."

you went to give baal a hug but remembered the nails, the ones that were still drying. baal laughed as you leaned back again with a dejected look on your face. she leaned over and gave a quick peck to your forehead.

"after yours are finished drying i'll put on the final coat and you can paint mine."

"what color do you want then?"

"surprise me."

baal smiled as she looked down at the nail polish, picking out the one for top coats and took your hand into hers again. she examined your nails while waiting for another few minutes. the top coat was applied the same as the base coat, again with baal kissing the back of your hand as well.

"there, now you're finished," baal said, holding your hands up. "do you still like them?"

"mhm! thank you baal."

"i'm glad then."

another kiss to your forehead was given.

"now, why don't you do mine?"

"mm.. alright."

you leaned over to look at the other colors. it was a pretty lilac color, you knew baal liked purple anyways so why not choose this one? you picked it up and presented it.

"does this look good?"

"anything you pick will be fine darling," baal held out her hand as you took it.

you uncapped the nail polish and held baal's hand in yours, painting more slowly to avoid messing up. once that hand was finished, you gave a kiss to the back of her hand as well and did the other. at some spots polish hit the corner of baal's hand, but it was nothing she couldn't wipe off in less than a second. then, you applied the top coat and finished with painting her nails.

"these look amazing darling, thank you for helping me," baal looked at her hands and and smiled back at you.

"i'm glad you like them!"

baal chuckled and kissed you on the forehead, "of course i do."

the both of you laid down onto the couch, you laying on top of her, and watching some tv as you dozed off. seeing you slowly fall asleep on her, baal smiled as she held onto your hands and kissed you on the forehead again.

"sleep well darling," she muttered.

you gave a hum in reply as you fell into a peaceful sleep.

[mavda]

Beast Tamers

Ch.1 |  Ch.2 | Ch.3 | Ch.4(1) | Ch.4(2) | Ch.5(1) | Ch.5(2) | Ch.5(3) | Ch.5(4) | Ch.6(1) | Ch.6(2) | Ch.6(3) | Ch.7(1) | Ch.7(2) | Ch.7(3) | Ch.7(4) | Ch.7(5) | Ch.8(1) | Ch.8(2) | Ch.8(3) | Ch.9(1) |

Ch.9: No lies (2)

Naruto feels her laugh before he can even hear it. 

"I don't think y-you'll be able to feel anything y-yet." Hinata covers his hand with hers and Naruto moves his thumb over her stomach. It is barely noticeable, but there is a bump in her abdomen that was not there before. 

His baby is in there.

He has found himself in a better mood than he thought possible. His pain is a mere afterthought and he has begun training without a problem. Kiba had joked with him the second time his ass had touched the ground. 

Eyes wide, surprise evident on his face. "The mind really does wonders, don't you think?" 

Sakura worried he might be forcing himself too much. "There should be a limit." And yes, but also no. 

He had limits before, and now those limits are broken. He feels himself with a newfound power, with a newfound purpose. 

Until his father sits him down in a room -just the two of them again- in order to check his seal. And then, like a bucket of cold water, he remembers. The ordeals he had to endure, his child should endure. The pains he went through, his child would go through. He ought to protect his child, and yet… 

He locks eyes with his father for barely a second and his father gives him a reassuring smile. He knows nothing of what Naruto is thinking, because he has not shared these worries with anyone else, and yet, Naruto knows with certainty that his father would understand.

Out of everyone in the clan, out of everyone in his family. Out of everyone ever. He had to endure these same feelings alone. 

And Naruto has never ever thanked him.

His father made it seem like Naruto's hardships were just a part of life. Unavoidable and something to be tackled on. And with his father by his side, nothing seemed too much of a hurdle. 

Naruto owes this man everything and then some. 

And he is terrified of going through this with his child. 

Minato moves his hand with expertise and startles and stops the moment Naruto says, "I don't think I've ever told you this, dad, but thank you."

Minato tilts his head in confusion and Naruto feels a bubbly laugh wanting to come out. “You know… for everything you’ve done for me.”

“Son…”

“I have never thanked you, have I?”

Minato’s hands come to his thighs and he frowns. What is there to thank? If anything, Minato feels like he owes still, owes so much he will never be able to repay this debt. “There is nothing to thank, son.”

Naruto stays silent for a second, feeling his tongue stiff and heavy inside his mouth. “How am I supposed to care for a child that will have to go through… what I went through?”

It’s a whisper. A confession. And if there is anything Minato can do for his son right now, is to reassure him. That whatever he went through will somehow make him fitter to raise his child than Minato could with him. That… knowing what happens to the body will be an asset when his child starts to grow. That, maybe, by some miracle, this child will be exempt from this. That everything will be all right. Minato wants to utter these words and feel satisfied, but he knows those would be lies or half-truths. And the way Naruto is looking at him, with a semblance of calm that cracks every now and then, lets Minato know that he wants the truth. And although Minato looks down, ashamed of himself, he knows at least this is the one thing that helped him overcome the many nights where he cooed Naruto to sleep, where his whimpers accompanied Minato through the nights, where his worsening condition kept him up until the sun would rise and he would have to wipe down his tears and face a new day. 

Because sometimes he also needed to reassure himself that he was not a monster. That he wasn’t a bad father. 

“I am sure you will try your best raising your child.”

Naruto looks somewhat disappointed, as if he was expecting some kind of secret that could lift the heavy rock sitting on his chest. As if expecting more was his mistake. What kind of wisdom did he really want? Lies, he realizes. And his father is giving him the truth. Like always. He ponders a second, and although he understands, he worries still.

“You think that will be enough?”

“... do you resent me in any way?”

Naruto whips his head in disbelief. If he resented him? His father? Minato? Him? How on earth would he ever resent the man that did his best…

A wave of nostalgia and relief washes over him as he realizes that, well, it seems to be enough. “I would never,” Naruto whispers, and Minato hides his eyes from him, writes down on the notebook next to him. A long winded paragraph that doesn’t seem to end. Naruto can’t read what’s in it. 

And Naruto realizes that in the same way that he had things he had never talked with his father, there seemed to be questions his father had never seemed to be able to ask him either. 

“I would never resent you, dad. I am forever grateful.”

His voice breaks and he has to look up to keep the tears from falling. A hundred thank yous wouldn’t suffice. A day kneeling to show gratitude wouldn’t be enough. His chin trembles and he whimpers a thank you he thinks he should have said sooner. 

Minato grabs Naruto's hand, brings it to his face and shakes his head no. Eyes closed and a painful expression on his face, he says nothing. He is unable to say anything. 

And Naruto is just glad to have said those words now. 

⁂⁂⁂

Hinata stares at her reflection on the mirror. The bump on her abdomen is noticeable when she is naked now -although it is still mostly hidden when she is clothed- and she can't help but stare. 

Her hands travel to her abdomen and she moves them up and down, to the sides, she covers the bump and then she locks eyes with herself in the mirror. 

Pregnant.

She is pregnant with Naruto's child. 

Her child. 

She had heard the words and taken the news with nonchalance. It hadn't really registered. With Naruto’s condition up in the air and her mind elsewhere, she had just nodded along. She hadn't really understood. Even now, she is only beginning to.

She puts on her robes and heads to bed. She misses Naruto, but knowing he's now able to take care of the clan business as usual fills her with reassurance. He's fine.

He's fine. He's fine. 

At least for now. 

Lord Minato and Sakura still keep checking in on him and Hinata has seen with her own eyes how Naruto is now able to fight like before, but… there is a deep seated worry buried inside of her that only rests when he brings her into his arms. And Hinata is terrified to think too much about it. 

She realizes she fell asleep the moment she startles when her husband comes into bed.

"I woke you up?" He whispers, still unsure if he did or not. Hinata rustles and moves to be able to see his face. "Sorry about that, go back to sleep."

He kisses her temple, her forehead, and then accommodates himself next to her. His hands travel around her body and he brings her head to his chest before sighing. His other hand rests on her stomach, where he has made it a habit to rub his thumb over her bump before sleeping. 

But Hinata is restless. Because she misses him in a way that a hug just makes her hungrier. 

"N-Naruto?"

He hums as an answer.

"Are you t-tired?"

He misses the longing in her voice and he mistakes her question as worry over his well-being. "Nothing to worry about, love." 

So Hinata stays with her eyes open, staring at his chest. And she tries again. Her hand to his chest this time, "S-Sakura said we could be i-intimate…"

Naruto has his eyes closed and it takes him a second to understand what Hinata is trying to say. Yes, Sakura said that. And Hinata had kept her eyes glued to the floor when Naruto had asked whether they could have sex or not. The memory makes him chuckle, and then Hinata's mouth finds his neck and Naruto's brain understands everything immediately. 

It takes him less than a second to press his hands into her body and bring her even closer to him. 

He's hard already. 

"If you feel," he starts, as his mouth bites and sucks on her skin, "If you feel anything weird, you gotta tell me." 

Hinata shudders as his hands start touching her beneath the clothes and she nods and mewls a yes as his body raises over hers.

"If," Hinaya moans, "if you're t-tired-"

"Love, I thought you meant tired as in getting back to work," his hands find her breasts and Hinata's head shoots back with her mouth open, "Why would I ever get tired of touching my wife?" 

His mouth falls to her chest and Hinata grasps his hair, her nails drag over his scalp and Naruto moves upwards, gives her open-mouthed and sloppy kisses that only make him more impatient. 

He brings his hand between her open legs, but Hinata stops him. 

"Ah, now," she gasps, her breasts rising and falling under the moonlight, shining with Naruto’s slobber over them, "can we- c-can you just p-put it in?" 

Naruto drags his hands over her legs, her thighs. 

"I m-m-miss you."

And he has to reign over himself not to throw himself over his pregnant wife. He undoes his belt and brings himself closer to her. His penis shines with precum and he slides it over her, the friction alone could be enough to make him cum. 

"I love you," he whispers, soft and low. Hinata's hand covers his own hand over her thigh and Naruto feels the urge to cry. 

"I l-love you." 

Naruto brings his hand down and guides himself inside. The feeling is familiar and warm and new and everything he needs right now. 

Hinata raises her hips to accommodate herself and Naruto moves in and out a couple of times. "You all right?" 

His voice is coarse and low and it sends shivers down her spine. She nods. 

"You can go f-f-faster."

Naruto closes his eyes and he looks like he's in pain. His hips move faster, and Hinata feels herself contracting around him. 

Her legs cross behind him and Naruto's hands dig into Hinata's thighs. The sound of their bodies is enough for Hinata to lose herself. 

She's moaning, she's sure, and she can't look away from Naruto's body. Slightly leaner, but still very much full of strength. The muscles on his torso tense and relax as he moves and Hinata finds it mesmerizing. His sweat finds its way down his muscles and Hinata wants to lick him clean. 

She finds herself surprised at the turn her brain has taken, but then Naruto presses into her, then leaves and presses harder, and she knows he's about to cum. 

His release feels warm inside of her and the way his hands cling to her waist make her want to eat him whole. He stays inside of her a while, as his breathing calms down, as his hips give a last couple of lazy thrusts. 

He brings Hinata's hand to his lips, then pulls out and sits on his heels. Hinata's legs close together, in a slow movement Naruto finds terribly sensual. After a couple of seconds, sure enough, his seed spills and he stares. 

He moves to Hinata, peppering kisses along the way, touching everywhere he can. His hand rests on her stomach and he rests his head on his palm.

"How do you feel?"

Hinata chuckles at his worried face, her hand drags over his whisker marks. "I feel v-very good, thank you."

He laughs at her attitude, then buries his head on her neck, earning a string of giggles as he brings her body closer to him. 

"How d-do you feel?"

Naruto feels the chilly air around him, can hear the rustling of the leaves outside, can even hear some footsteps far away from them. He feels great. But then he feels her heat, and her sweaty skin against his, her eyes on him, and Hinata's eyes squint as she smiles, his erection against her leg. 

"Oh, I feel fantastic," Naruto shares and Hinata covers her face as she laughs at his antics. 

He kisses her through her hands, on her hands, on her hair. "Can we go again?" 

Hinata hooks her arms around him, kisses him with fervor before whispering a yes. Time and time again, yes. 

Hinata starts to turn around, but Naruto stops her mid-way. One of her legs resting on the ground, her other hooked around Naruto's waist. 

"Gotta practice for when you get bigger," he smiles, as his hand travels around her abdomen. "Everything all right?"

Hinata rests on her side, turns slightly to look at him, "Yes." 

It feels tighter. Not uncomfortable, not weird. Just tighter. And both of them moan as Naruto penetrates her. His hand grabs her leg tight to himself and the other he moves from her stomach to her clitoris. 

Hinata's head shoots back the moment his hand touches her there. Naruto brings the fluids from where they are connected upwards and he begins to massage in tandem with his thrusts. He earns himself red markings on his thigh, as Hinata grabs onto himself to keep her from screaming out.

From here he can see her bump clearer, and knowing he is the reason for that is enough to make him want to thrust in deep. Deeper. Her breasts bounce and he leans over, he catches Hinata mid-moan. 

He doesn't stop moving his hand, and when Hinata falls as her arm gets too tired, Naruto buries his head on her chest, moaning against her skin. 

Hinata comes first. She hugs Naruto as she does, and her hips move as she rides her high down. Naruto comes as she clamps down on him, he groans and bites down on her skin, and brings his face to hers, he attempts to kiss her as he squeezes out every last bit of semen he can. He doesn't need to, he does it anyway.

They snuggle and Naruto hugs his wife from the back. Rests his hands on her abdomen. He makes sure she's comfortable, he makes sure she's warm. 

He gives her one last kiss on her cheek. "Good night."

Hinata hugs his arm and accommodates herself to stay the closest she can to him. His hand drags over her stomach and Hinata joins him. 

Their baby. 

[wolfish-trickster]

A block

Loki x reader

Word count: 1 548

Summary: when a writer's block hits you, your amazing boyfriend is there for you

Warnings: angst, implied smut (teeny tiny bit) and besides that just good old fluff

A/N: kinda messy oneshot, possible typos and grammar mistakes, enjoy <3

You were lying in your bed. Raindrops were softly tapping on the nearby window, lulling you. Light from your opened laptop was illuminating your bedroom, keeping you from falling asleep.

Not the light, rather the opened tab. Word document. Empty. Not a single word. You turned your body towards wall and hid your head under a pillow.

It has been like this for at least two weeks. You used to have so many ideas, so many stories that begged to be let out of your head onto the paper. Or a computer screen.

That was a long time ago. Your head was empty now. No idea. No new adventure. No nothing.

You tried anything. Meditating, reading books and watching movies for inspiration, even writing down some of your dreams right after you woke up only to realise they make absolutely no sense.

You wanted to write again. You wanted to create. But you just couldn't anymore.

'It will pass,' you told yourself. 'It will pass and soon I'll create again. Just like before.'

~~

It didn't pass. Not one bit. You don't even check tumblr anymore. You felt miserable even without seeing all those beautifully crafted stories written by people who actually do something instead of lazying around, like you are doing now. Curled up on your couch, watching a movie you don't even pay attention to.

You felt like the laziest piece of garbage in the world. Like, how can writing be so hard? Just sit down, hit bunch of keys and create senteces. That's it. It's THAT easy. So why does it feel like the most difficult thing to do?

You groaned and hit your face with a throw pillow. 'You're stupid. So stupid. Lazy, stupid, illiterate-'

"Darling? I'm back," Loki's voice called for you, stopping your negative train of thoughts.

You stood up and ran to hug him. You could've knocked him down with the force you collided with him, if it wasn't for his godly strength. You nuzzled his neck and murmured. "I missed you. I'm so glad you're here."

Loki wrapped his arms around you and brought you close. "I missed you as well. How have you been without me?"

You smiled at him. "It doesn't matter. I'm better now, when you're with me," you stood on your toes and softly brushed your lips along his thin soft ones in a loving tender kiss.

You felt his big hand cup your left cheek, turning your face slightly to the side and deepening the kiss. His tongue met yours in a passionate dance only you two knew steps of and danced only when you were all alone. His hand slowly slid down to the back of your neck, pulling you even closer. Your fingers got lost in his coal black hair, tugging here and there, making him moan into your mouth.

You loved moments like this. When you reunited after a long separation and it was just the two of you again, two people who simply love eachother. These moments make you forget everything that troubles you. *He* makes you forget everything that troubles you. The pain and guilt over your laziness in your chest disappeares, beeing replaced by a warm love Loki was pouring into you.

After your mouths separated with a wet pop you stood there, forheads touching, eyes closed, smile playing on both of your faces.

Loki's quiet voice broke the silence. "You said you are better now, which means you were unwell before. What happened?"

You shook your head. You wanted that pain away from your chest for a little while longer. "I don't really want to talk about it. Not now."

Loki's hands moved from your waist to your hips, drawing small circles with his thumbs. "Alright. I won't pressure you. You will tell me when you are ready. I can take your mind elsewhere. Much more-," he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the side of your neck, "-pleasurable place. If you allow me."

Of course you did. You didn't want to think about anything other than him tonight.

~~

Loki's heartbeat under your right ear slowly woke you from your dream. His arm was wrapped around your waist, his naked legs tangled with your own under your sheets.

Loki's affections took your mind off your misery, but it soon returned. It's only a matter of time till Loki asks if you'd written anything new. He always asked about your creations. His disappointed face after telling him you haven't written a word for nearly 2 months haunted you in your dreams.

It started to dawn. Loki was a morning person and with every new ray of sunlight a new wave of anxiety washed over you. What if it's the first thing he asks? What would he, a skilled poet and story writer, say about you and your inability to write even a small drabble?

"Mhm, mornin' darlin'," he mumbled with extremely raspy voice and the deepest british accent you ever heard and pressed a small kiss to your temple. You snuggled into his chest and mumbled a quiet 'morning'.

"Do you want some breakfast?"

You felt his fingers run up and down your spine. "Right now?"

"Right now."

"But I wanna cuddle with you..." you pouted at him.

Loki chuckled and pecked your pouting lips. "Tell you what my love, I'll go make a quick breakfast, then we can lazy around in our bed the whole day. What do you think? Besides, I think you need it, you are working so hard all the time the word 'lazy' and 'break' probably left your dictionary."

And there it was again. The guilt. You didn't think you worked hard at all. If you did, you'd have finished all your drafts and WIPs while he was away.

You were so grateful he had closed eyes, he didn't see the sadness crawling back on your face. You forced some strength into your voice. "That sounds lovely."

Loki then stood up, put on his favourite sweatpants and padded barefoot into kitchen. You pulled his pillow to your chest and inhaled the smell of him. It calmed you down a little. But the thought of other people being productive and you just lying in your bed being SO LAZY to even make yourself a breakfast didn't leave your head.

'I can at least reread my story ideas, maybe that will start my creativity' You sat up, your eyes fell on your table where your laptop is. Where it usually is. But its place is empty.

'Fuck'

You started to panic. You remembered you left it in the kitchen. OPENED. UNLOCKED. LOKI WILL FIND IT. HE WILL SEE.

In the speed of lightning you put on some clothes and ran to kitchen.

You were late.

Loki was sitting at the table, your laptop opened infront of him. His face was the epitome of poker face. He lifted his head and looked at you standing in the doorway. "Sorry dear, I didn't mean to look through your laptop. I was just curious if you have written anything new and- are you okay?"

You didn't realize tears were running down your cheeks until he brought you back to reality.

"I'm sorry Loki," you wiped your tears.

"Why are you sorry? Writing is your hobby, not your work. You don't have to write all the time," he walked to you and cupped your left cheek, his thumb wiping new tear away.

"I know, but.... Everyone is still writing and I'm not. I mean- writing is so easy and I can't even do that anymore! I'm just lazy a-and out of imagination and m-my grammar is horrib-" Loki stopped your rambling with a single finger against your lips, making you look into his face.

"My love, whoever told you writing is easy is a filthy liar. Nothing about creating a whole world using only your words is easy. And while you can have grammar mistakes and typos here and there, I always get lost in the story I barely notice them at all. You are not lazy for taking a break."

"But this is not a break," you hid your face in his chest, hugging him to you. "I don't have any ideas. I want to write, but I don't know what about," you felt his fingers thread through your hair, caressing you.

"Then start out slowly. Write about your memories. Small parts of your life that make you smile. They are all little stories only you know and can share with the world. And sooner than you notice, inspiration will hit you again and you will write just like before. But for now, my darling, baby steps."

His words helped you, a lot. You still kept your face pressed to his chest, listening to his breath, his heart. His fingers were gently scratching your head in a calming rhythm, his other hand kept your torso pressed to him.

"I love you Loki, thank you for helping me," you stood on your toes and kissed his cheek.

"Always my dear," he kissed your forhead. "Always."