#time to sip my tea before i crawl into bed and pass out

[valiantwolf]

i have a secret i have to confess as i sit here, sick, hopped up on medicine.

[lukie17]

Ordering a body pillow of them!

It was a sleepless night when you decided to doom scroll until sleep finally kicked in. Until an ad caught your attention, a deal of a costume made dakimakura. It was 50% off and you could ask for the pillow to show a fictional character, an actor or even someone you knew. Without thinking twice, you send the picture of your husband with your specifications.

You tried to keep it a secret from him, until he found out.

Xavier

He was supposed to be on a mission and not return until a few days later. While he was gone, you used the pillow and put it back into your secret spot. But this time it went wrong, Xavier being the freak he is, ended up the mission earlier than expected and wanted to pass out in the arms of his partner in life.

But what did he find? His beautiful wife hugging someone else. He did not know who it was nor he cared, he yanked the pillow out of you and his sword pressed against the "neck" of the intruder. Scared out of the sudden attack, you raised your weapon and aimed at him, carefully turning the lights.

Xavier's scowl only grew heavier as his own eyes met him. The pillow showed him in his cat butler self with the difference that his uniform was open, showing his torso and chest. The hunter's face was an enigma, and you froze, knowing too damn well that it could either go wrong or really wrong. Xavier was even jealous of himself and the pillow might trigger it even more.

To your demise, but not surprising, Xavier cut the pillow into tiny pieces. You sighed as you let him rage, trying to find the right words to ease him, maybe there could be a way where you get out of the mess without walking funny for the next few days. But the beast was on the loose.

In a second, Xavier's lips were on your own, one hand pressing you against the bed while the other one ripped his uniform apart. His kisses were a warning, he would make sure that you won't even for a pillow or him.

Zayne

Zayne discovered it by accident. He was doing some spring cleaning at your apartment when he found it. Stacked at the bag of the closet, Zayne almost froze the dakimakura when he landed his eyes on it. Not because of jealousy, but he thought that there was an intruder.

Out of curiosity he examined the pillo. He was in his doctor's coat or at least a spicy version of it. He wondered why you had ordered it and when you did it. Since the pillow smelled like you, he guessed that it was something that you used frequently. Zayne could have taken the path of hiding the pillow away, and save you the embarrassment, but you had played a lot of pranks on him lately, so he had a score to settle.

That evening you walked home tired of a long shift and just wanted to rest, but Zayne had everything planned. As soon as you opened the door, he greeted you.

"Welcome home, cheater" sipping tea from his mug "Did you have a nice day?"

You were confused. You would never dare or wanted to cheat on Zayne. In fact, he looked really calm and was he smirking? He had not a smile on his face but you could tell something was going on.

"What?"

"No need to play dumb" his head pointing to your room "I have discovered the man that is in your bed"

No sound came from you, still trying to understand what was going on. Yes, you invited friends like Xavier or Caleb to your apartment but never cheated on Zayne. Wondering what made him act like that, only to discover your body pillow in bed. You wanted to crawl in a whole, you wanted to die and get eaten by a wanderer. But Zayne had other plans.

"I think I got the messge" his arms caging you against him "I need to stop more time with my wife or else she would leave me" before you could explain yourself, Zayne devoured your lips.

Sylus

He will never, never, NEVER, let you forget what you did. You were on your knees sitting on front of him as the pillow floated infront of you while Sylus made it turn around with his evol. In the pillow, he was wearing some kind of armor that looked like a dragon. It was both endaring and weird.

You did not know what to say. Sylus, as always, had the upper hand and there was no way gettint out of it. So you decided to play your trick card: jumping into his lap hopping to distract him but he had other plans.

The red mist caught you and pushed you down until your face was against the body pillow, making sure that your face was against his face in the pillow. Then he position himself behidn you, his lips brushing against your ear.

"I never thought that you would be such a naughty kitten" you could not tell if he was mad or happy about the fact that you had a body pillow of him, and you did not want to know "Though, I do not know what it took you to buy another version of me when you have me right here"

He sponned you around so you could face him, and when you tried to look away, his evol made you look at him. He looked like a lion about to devour his prey, and for the first time in a while you were a little afraid of Sylus, in a good way.

"Cat got your tongue?" he mocked as he leaned closer "Or are you only going to talk to the pillow, kitten?"

Sylus closed the distance between you, making sure that any sound woud be trapped in his mouth. You don't know if you regret buying the pillow or not changing the address direction to other place rather that your shared home with Sylus.

Caleb

My husband , Caleb would tease you and feel so flattered at the same time. He didn't know that you had it in you, but he also had to tease you as we know. He will lift the body pillow high enough for you to not reach it, and he will se your face blusing as you try to get it back.

"What's that pipsqueack? You missed me so much that you have to get one pillow out of me" you were basically a tomate, but you could not lose.

"Who are you to talk, panty-thief!"

Caleb froze and he left the pillow hit the floor, quickly you grab it at tossed in the closet.

"You- you know?" he was now the one who was turning red "How-how? I was sure that I was careful..."

"How could I not when my old underwear kept reapearing as if it was new!" you protested, hoping that he would forget the body pillow "You pervert! Why do you think I make sure to do all the laundry?"

The body pillow was now a thing from the past for him, the lonely travels to the deepspace tunnel were only bareable because he took a piece of you with him. He never anything pervert with them, but he liked to have them close, he did not know if he could survive with them. He got in his knees, and hugged your legs, looking like a dog who was sad for being scolded.

"Pips, pleasee" he rubbed against your legs "Let me do your laundry again"

You only sighed with relief, now he would forget about the pillow and let you be. After all, you need someting to cuddle against when he went to missions for while. Though you were lucky that he had not open the pillow and found his own underweare in there. What can you say? Weirdos attract each other

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content warnings: nsfw, 18+ (mdni), oral, fingering, sub!reader x dom!ellie, teasing, strap r!receiving, choking ?? kinda, banners by cafe kitsune, writing smut is rlly awkward when you’re not rlly a sub

Ellie’s face is glowing as it basks in the wash of golden morning light. She looks angelic; the scene before you is almost biblical.

She’s perfectly still, mere centimetres away from you, save for the gentle rise and fall of her chest against yours.

You’re only half-awake, still trying to put the pieces of this situation together, but you imagine how breathtaking her eyes would look if she would open them now.

It’s hot beneath the thick duvet with Ellie’s arm draped over you. The fever’s passed, for the most part (unfortunately). You dread having to talk to the usual Ellie, the one who isn’t looking after you.

The thought of it makes you stir groggily, turning away from her, making a borderline pathetic attempt to move her arm off of you. She groans softly, shifting closer.

You tense slightly and stutter all suspiciously like a guy with morning wood, “Ellie, I need to get up.”

She stirs again, eyes still closed as she murmurs without thought, her hold tightening again as she nuzzles into you to avoid the sunlight, "Hm?"

“I need to get up, can you move?”

She lets out a low groan, the sound making your thighs clench slightly, but her arms don't move. Your cheeks are flushed; you don’t know how to react. Squirming, you speak louder now.

“C’mon, Ellie, I need to take a piss.”

Your change in tone makes her eyes flutter open slowly and they flicker around the room as she tries to recall what led to this.

Then, her eyes meet yours and they widen slightly before she looks away and sits up, rubbing them and mumbling, “Shit, sorry.”

You mutter back, “It’s fine…” as you get up shakily and crawl over her to get off the bed. You tilt to the side ever so slightly and her hands dart out to steady you by the hips instinctively before she pulls them away as though your skin burnt her.

With your cheeks already turning crimson, you stumble over to the bathroom to wash up, closing the door behind you, leaving Ellie sitting in your bed awkwardly.

By the time you return, she’s gone, with the sound of tinkering in the kitchen cutting through the silence. You walk in to see her fixing up a bowl of lucky charms for herself, tossing a marshmallow into her mouth.

You decide to make a tea to help alleviate the lingering symptoms, taking a sip cautiously.

Ellie raises an eyebrow at you, “Look at you, smiling to yourself. Ya really gonna drink that? I know it tastes like shit.”

“It does not. I put honey in it. It’s good for you.”

Ellie smirks to herself, that smirk that looks like she’s laughing at you, not with you.

“You’re so close to entering your final form: just a full on grandma.”

She grabs the mug from you and takes a sip. Her face scrunches up in disgust, you subconsciously mimic her facial expression as you watch.

She’d never tell you, but she finds that habit adorable.

“Actually repulsive. Don’t even bother drinking this shit, you’d probably throw up.”

You reach out for the mug, sighing softly,

“Whatever.”

She chuckles, “Whatever, my ass. I see you pouting over there. You’re so snappy.”

You know. You don’t like how pathetic you become around Ellie; how easily she makes you feel small and nervous.

She puts the mug down in front of you and goes over to the refrigerator. You watch her, glaring slightly. She digs around for a while, looking confused before glancing back over at you.

“… I think we’re out of milk.”

You groan, “Of fucking course we are… It’s fine, we’re running low on a lot of shit anyway. I’ll go to the grocery store in a sec,” and you walk back to your room begrudgingly. After dressing yourself in layers upon layers of clothing to combat the cold, you exit the room and pat your pockets as you walk over to the door.

Ellie rising from the couch and following you to the door in her coat and shoes forces you to turn and stare up at her.

She looks back at you, “What?”

“Are you going somewhere too?”

She furrows her eyebrows, “Uh, yeah, did you not want me to come with you?”

You furrow your eyebrows right back at her, “You? You want to help out?”

She scoffs and looks away, rubbing her neck, “Just… in case you faint or something, ya know? You had a fever, you’re still kinda ill… Hey- don’t look at me like that! I help out!”

You shake your head and push the door open for her, muttering, “Never thought I’d see the day…” Ellie scoffs again and walks out with you trailing on behind her after locking it. She glances over her shoulder at you and slows down for you to catch up.

The wind is harsh and frosty, nipping at the tip of your nose and your numb hands. You bring them to your mouth to warm them. Ellie watches you.

"Gloves, dumbass."

You look up at her, a puff of air leaving her lips as she speaks, "Lost 'em."

She rolls her eyes at you and keeps walking with her body now turned slightly towards you, and she reaches out, taking your hand in hers to feel how cold they are. The exaggerated wince she lets out tells you all you need to know.

“So fuckin’ cold, the hell? Feels like you’re dead.”

She takes your other hand in hers and you already feel warm, but she rubs them together gently and brings them to her lips, breathing a puff of warm air onto them. Her lips graze over your finger before she moves them away again, and your face has inevitably turned a deep shade of red. She mumbles some shit about frostbite.

You grab a trolley as you walk in and start pushing it through the ‘Fruit and Veg’ aisle when Ellie takes it from you,

“Here, lemme…”

- before glancing around and hopping onto the bar connecting the back wheels, cruising down the empty aisles.

You run after her, whisper-yelling at her to stop, “Ellie, you’re gonna fuckin’ crash into something! Stop! I swear to god!”

The sound of her snickering in response makes you scoff, so you’re almost happy when you approach her as she’s awkwardly apologising to a kid and his mom for almost crashing into him before sombrely pushing the trolley down the dairy aisle, looking all serious this time.

You laugh at her face, earning you a glare.

“What? I get to laugh, I told you to stop.”

“Shut up…”

You roll your eyes and turn to face the shelves, scanning them for a carton of milk.

A few moments later, you’re standing in the ‘Kids’ aisle after Ellie had steered off in its direction in spite of your protests.

You couldn’t even take the trolley off of her now, being that it was significantly heavier due to the assortment of random snacks Ellie kept grabbing and throwing in haphazardly along the way.

“Cheetos… Hell yeah, I’m feasting tonight- NO FUCKING WAY!”

“What?”

“Is that the Ultra Destroyer Doom Blaster Max 3000™️ Fuck yeah! I’ve wanted this since I was 5! You seen those ads on TV? Oh I am 100% kicking JJ’s ass with this, that little goober.”

She holds up a water gun to you, grinning ear-to-ear as she makes a ‘pew, pew’ noise. You laugh and try to ignore how she goes quiet and her cheeks flush as she puts it in the trolley and grabs another few.

“We gotta get a couple, actually. We can fight to the death. You’ll be all wet - what’s new?”

“Dude, shut up.”

Her laugh makes you smile again as she pushes the trolley towards the queue. Finally.

Once it’s your turn, Ellie quickly starts putting the items on the conveyor belt as you flash the cashier a small smile.

He smiles back, his eyes lingering for a moment. You look away as you wait for Ellie to finish unloading the fucking mountain of items she’s accumulated over the space of half an hour. She looks like she’s deeply concentrated.

“How are you doing today?” he asks awkwardly, clearly just trying to make conversation. Ellie glances up at the two of you and then keeps slaving away.

“I’m okay! Was feeling a bit ill, but it’s nice to get some fresh air.”

“Yeah? Enjoying the beautiful weather? He gestures over to the doors where you can see an empty trolley flying through the parking lot, carried by huge gusts of wind, and you burst out laughing.

He smiles at you and, from the corner of your eye, you can see Ellie staring directly at the two of you as she finishes up and walks over, shoving her hands into her pockets all quiet and shy.

“Real majestic.”

“Yeah… On a serious note, try not to get carried away in the wind, yeah?”

“I’ll do my best, but no promises.”

“Well, that’s not reassuring at all,”

You giggle and he grins back at you, when Ellie mumbles,

“Can you hurry? Nature calls.”

The cashier gives her a tight-lipped smile which she makes absolutely no effort to return, simply brushing her fingers against yours like it’s no big deal.

But it is. It is a big deal.

The bags are packed and in your shaky grip as you trudge out of the grocery store. Ellie’s walking fast ahead of you, only holding one bag: the one with the water guns in them. She seems pissed off. She probably just needs to pee really bad.

You don’t complain. It was her turn to pay so she’s probably penniless now.

She glances over her shoulder at you and then stops with a sigh, walking back over to you.

You look up at her as she approaches, “What?”

She doesn’t respond or meet your eyes, grabbing the bags off of you, only leaving you with one, and then turning and walking again.

Ellie doesn’t acknowledge you again, not even when you’re back in your kitchen, putting the groceries away.

“Did… Did you get everything you needed?”

you prod, trying to get her to respond, but she just shrugs, taking the milk from your hands and putting it in the fridge, still not meeting your eyes.

“… Are you hungry, Ellie?”

Nothing.

“Do you want me to make you something to eat?”

…

“No.”

“Okay… Are you sleepy?”

“Jeez, do you ever stop fucking talking?”

You stare at her, dumbfounded and hurt, and the way her hard expression falters tells you she knows.

“You… You’re always talking… Even to some dumbass cashier… That’s so stupid… Fuck, what am I even talking about?”

You stay quiet for a moment, bottom lip trembling ever so slightly. Ellie’s shoulders drop, she looks visibly guilty. She approaches you but you quickly turn to face the counter, shoving something into a cupboard.

She puts a hand on your arm, “Hey-” but you shrug it off and she stands awkwardly behind you.

“Are you… I’m sorry. That was- I didn’t mean that, it was dumb. I’m just… You’re not even that… talkative, or whatever. I’m sorry.” She starts rambling, waiting for you to face her.

“… Hey, I’m sorry, okay? I’m just… I’m just really tired, you know how I get... Can you look at me, please?”

“Okay…”

A sigh escapes her as you turn to her, “I was only being polite anyway, it’s not like I was trying to get his attention - I don’t even swing that way.”

Her hand stops. “What? What do you mean?”

You keep putting the groceries away, ignoring her.

Your silence is telling.

Ellie stays still for a moment, watching you put away the fruit. Your face is getting embarrassingly red for the nth time today alone. You can feel the warmth of her body heat behind you.

She’s so close. So close, it’s hard to keep pretending you don’t notice the signs anymore.

A hot breath fans your earlobe.

“Knew it…”

“Yeah? Then fucking do something about it.”

Before she can process your words, her hands grab onto your hips and turn you, and now she’s kissing you desperately against the counter.

Ellie pushes her body up against yours, hands holding anything they can find as though she’s searching you, as her soft lips devour yours.

The sensation of her tongue against your own is otherworldly, and you give in wholeheartedly now, with saliva spread across your mouths.

Her palms settle on your ass and she squeezes, timid, just enough for a wet spot to form in your underwear.

She lets out a breathy, “Shit,” before she bites your bottom lip, dragging a soft moan out of you, and then a breathless one as she grinds her knee between your legs, with nothing but the fabric of your underwear and pants to lessen the friction.

You feel her stiffen around you when she hears a soft moan, and she moves back, pulling you to her bedroom quickly. The door slams shut behind you as you enter, and it’s that same cold wooden surface that she has you pinned against just moments later, with her fingers tracing shapes into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making you squirm.

Her lips work their way along your jaw at a painstakingly slow pace, settling in the crook of your neck where she sucks the skin, teeth nipping gently before circling it with her tongue and pressing a soft kiss on the darkened skin. Then, along your collarbone, hungrily, like a cannibal, with a fervour that’s unfamiliar to you.

Those green eyes, filled with desire, look up at you and you feel her lips curl into a smirk against your skin before she nips at your earlobe, making you squirm again.

Ellie’s cold hands run up your thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps, and grope at your ass before she tugs your shorts down your legs, leaving you in your soaked panties.

You feel her fingers run along your clothed cunt, feeling the moisture as she smiles into your neck, leaving you gasping. She mutters, “Fuck… You’re so wet.”

She places a hand on your cheek, holding you in place as she rests her head on your shoulder, breathing shakily, and the other slowly reaches down the waistband of your panties, making your hips buck against hers. Your mind stops still in time when two fingers slip between your folds, a soft moan escaping you.

Ellie’s fingers go further, entering your dripping hole, eliciting a muffled moan from you.

She presses a gentle kiss onto your shoulder and mutters, so much she wants to say but she doesn’t have the balls to, before thrusting deep into you, hitting your sweet spot and curling into it .

Panting gasps and groans - she quickens the pace of her fingers, hitting that same spot inside your pussy over and over as though it comes naturally to her, and you sob.

"I-it's so good, oh fuck," you babble, your eyes rolling back as your hips start to tremble.

“Yeah? You like that?"

Fuck she thinks, I sound so fucking stupid, too horny to see straight, distracted when her thumb finds your clit and rubs small circles into it as her fingers ram fast and hard into your pussy. It leaves you a squirming, quivering mess

“E-Ellie... Shit…” Your vision is blurry with hot tears, everything feels like it’s melting together

Drool trails down the corner of your mouth when she slips another finger into your tight pussy, a loud moan leaving you

“Y-Yeah… I know.”

You whimper out a breathy “need you,” as she fucks her fingers knuckle deep into you, but as your wall clench around her and your noises become more pleasurable, she asks,

“You cumming?” “Y-yeah! Fuck!”

“I’m sorry, fuck, jus- just a sec, not yet, baby. Not yet.”

She halts her erratic movements and pulls her hand out of your twitching pussy. You whine loudly, looking up at her with a pained expression as the cold hits your sensitive, swollen cunt and she licks her fingers clean.

“What the fuck, Ellie?” You move to push her away.

“Just… let me, please.”

But Ellie doesn’t respond; she grabs onto your wrists and pushes you onto her bed. She climbs on top of you so you can see the desperation in her eyes clearer now, as she pulls your shirt and sports bra up over your head.

She places sloppy, ravenous kisses down your sternum, pinching a nipple meanly and placing her lips on the other, sending waves of pleasure through you. She sucks, circling your areola with her hot tongue before pulling away with a pop and doing the same to the other.

Ellie sucks and bites and kisses the skin along your chest slowly, cruelly, leaving your core aching as she paints you in a constellation of hickeys

She slowly inches lower down your torso, her lips grazing your hips before she places a soft peck near your pussy, making you buck you hips against her, moaning, “Fuck, Ellie, don’t stop, please…”

She grabs your legs and lifts them onto her shoulders with a smirk as she lowers herself in front of your cunt.

You breathe out shakily, your stomach tensing when you feel her breath against your clit, her voice tinny and desperate,

“Tell me what you need, baby,”

You clench your eyes shut, “I need you to eat it… Fuck, please, Ellie.”

Her head disappears between you legs and she runs her tongue up your wet slit, making your hips thrust up into her. She grabs them and holds them down against the bed.

“Hold still."

The sound of slurping fills the room and you struggle to stop squirming as her nose nudges your clit and she sucks you dry.

“Tastes so good, fuck.”

Her tongue moves like she’s a fucking professional. Your thighs clench around her face and she moans into your pussy. The vibrations make you go cross-eyed, pushing your cunt further into her face, till her nose and mouth are stuffed full.

She can’t breathe and it feels so good, she moves her tongue faster, eating it like she’s been starved for years. You’re already close, looking down at her as she lets out low, muffled moans against you, dry humping the bed to get any sense of relief from the growing ache in her core.

“Cum on my face, baby.”

When you feel it happen, she pushes her face deeper into it, licking you dry till you’re fucked out, before sitting up and hovering over your twitching figure. Her chin is dripping with your slick. She swipes a thumb over it and looks into your eyes as she sucks it clean.

She slips her clothes off as you start to come down from your high, sitting up beneath her and grazing a finger over her nipple gently, leaning in to kiss her.

As she comes up to breathe, eyes tracing your features,

“Wanna… try something else?”

—

The bed dips as she grabs her strap-on from under it and clicks it on behind you, the cold silicone teasing your clit so you let out a small noise.

She chuckles, smoothing a hand over the side of your thigh before slowly pushing the tip into your slippery hole, stopping for a moment but going all in when your whine morphs into moans, before dragging it out and back in, teasingly slowly. Your pussy throbs around her, aching for more.

You moan her name and she halts for a moment, and then suddenly rams it into you, immediately hitting the right spot, cutting you off midway through a stuttering “Please,” She starts thrusting faster, the force pushing your face forward into the pillows, muffling your moans.

She’s huffing, letting soft moans leave her lips. She can feel it rubbing against her clit just right too and it feels so fucking good as she looks down at your ass rippling every time she slams into you. She keeps thrusting in and out, ramming into your good spot over and over, creating a painful pleasure.

Your moans make her feel like she’ll cum right then and there,

You gasp for air as she slaps your ass hard enough to leave a mark, fucking hard enough to make you think you’re both feral. She squeezes your throat, making you feel light-headed as you get closer to your peak, your eyes rolling back before she lets go and kneads the fat of your ass.

“F-fuck, it’s so good… Oh, shit, I’m so close.”

Ellie mumbles back breathlessly, “You gonna cum, baby? Cum with me, yeah? Cum with me…”

She keeps thrusting ravenously, her hand travelling down to your stomach to feel the bulge as she leans over you and places her chin on your quivering shoulder. Her body’s pressed against yours.

You see white, as she fucks you through your orgasm, ears ringing and throat scratchy, still grinding as you both come down from your high.

You’re breathing heavy against each other. Ellie slowly pulls out, gently laying you down on your stomach before collapsing on the bed beside you.

You meet her green eyes and a small smile is playing at her lips. You can’t help but smile back lazily. A deeper feeling is threatening to surface as you stare at her beautiful face, but you shove it down and close your eyes as she wraps her arms around you.

It’s okay. You’re not falling in love with someone who doesn’t like you back. You’ll be gone, back in your own room, by the time she wakes up.

[xxnghtclls]

Permission

Chapter 37

(Chapter 36; Chapter 38)

True Form Sukuna x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence

Please see Chapter 1 for tags!

Nourishment

Sukunas eyes turn hungry, after hearing your words.

You lean out of his hold and back into your previous position at the table. The energy in the air shifts another time, this time a pressure on your bodies and mind. A pressure that needs relief. Staring at each other for a moment, your fingers glide between the fabric of your kimono and your skin.

Sukuna is watching you in silence, his mouth slightly opened, before his right hand reaches for the tea cup again. You push down it down, off your shoulders, undress yourself in front of him, while he keeps sipping his tea. His red eyes never fall off your face and figure, while his fingers resting on his knee are still fiddling with each other, impatiently, ready to grab you in his hold. You shove away the fabric, scatter the pieces of your kimono on the floor. Sukuna’s eyes scan you from your hair to your feet and you notice how his breath quickens at the sight.

You sigh and stand up, walking slowly behind his back, while gently brushing your fingers against his shoulder, as you pass him.

“Nourishment for your soul, you say?” you start and sit down on the bed behind his back.

He turns his head slightly, only watching you in the corner of his eyes.

“How about the King asks his Queen for permission to feed his soul then?”

“His Queen?” he hisses, cocking his eyebrow and turning a little bit further into your direction, only to see you slowly spread your legs in front of him.

“She knows you like the taste.” you whisper, while you lean back on your elbows and you see his lip twitch again. Something shifts inside of him. The leftover aggression from before merging into something animalistic, as soon as he sees your bare core spread out in front of his face, like a meal that was just presented to him on a plate. He stares, taking deeper breaths, smelling you, taking you in.

After a moment and with movements so smooth like milk in a cup of tea, he turns and crawls closer to you, his bottom right hand immediately grabbing your thigh, squeezing his fingers right into its flesh.

“I do like the taste.” he growls, while putting your legs on his shoulder, before he grabs your hips forcefully with his upper pair of hands and pulls you closer to his face.

You gasp at the hard grip he has on you, making your hole clench right in front of his eyes and juices pool at the very same spot. Sukuna leans in and breathes hot against your exposed cunt, skimming his teeth and lips over your sensitive skin, so delicately, you almost don’t feel it. He inhales deeply, before he locks his eyes with you.

“Permission to eat you, until you cum on my tongue.” he asks quietly.

Unexpected heat rises into your cheeks, as shyness washes over you, despite being so brave before and before you can even answer, he sticks his wet, flat tongue out to give your clit the slowest lick, making you suppress the hardest whimper thats growing in your throat. Watching the tattoo on his tongue slowly pass your sensitive nub, you nod. A groan rumbles through is chest, his pupils blow up, almost black from the way you taste.

His fingers dig deeper into your sides and you sigh in pleasure, before he repeats his action, this time starting further down. His saliva and your slick mix and strings of juice form, as he retracts his head to stare at your hole. Another lick, before he closes his lips around your clit, sucking so gently and rubbing his tongue against it. You watch him, feel how your hole wants more and notice how big his head looks between your thighs.

Sukunas eyes grow empty, losing themselves in the taste of your cunt, before he starts to make out with your lips down there. Open mouthed kisses and licks against your bare core. Moans bubble up your throat and you let them out, while your head falls into your neck, letting him know how good he makes you feel, how good his lips and tongue feels against your cunt. He keeps sliding his lips over yours, licking and flicking, sucking and scraping his teeth along your increasingly wet labia.

And you can tell he enjoys it.

Your King can’t suppress the purrs that rumble in his chest anymore and they start vibrate against your core. His half lidded eyes twitch before they close, all four of them, as he looses himself in your taste and wetness. You feel his shoulders gently move below your calfs, his hair tickling against your thigh and knee, before he lowers his head even more, almost pressing his whole face against you. His mask is rough against your skin, leaving red marks on your thigh.

Souvenirs.

The feeling of his pretty nose pressing against your clit and his tongue moving across your perineum, across your hole, is too intense. Sukuna opens his mouth and pushes his wet tongue inside your leaking cunt, pulling out and pushing in, essentially fucking you with it. You want to press your knees together at the feeling, at the feeling of his wet muscle gliding in and out of your sensitive entrance that asks for more and more.

“Ouhhh fffuck.” you moan, before looking back up to him and seeing him completely lost and enjoying you.

The sight arouses you so much, having his face between your thighs, having him at your mercy and pleasuring you.

Serving you.

His eyes are still closed and his purrs become more intense and intense, as he presses his face harder into you. The sensations becoming rougher and rougher, the tidal wave of pleasure keeps coming and coming and you moan louder and louder, before he lets go with a sharp groan that leaves his chest.

Leaving you panting heavily and audibly and your thighs trembling.

Like in trance, like in love, he watches your dripping cunt, that’s flushing red from all his ministrations. Completely ignoring you, he wets his lips, ready to dive in again-

Knock

Knock

Knock

“Oh fuck!” you breathe in anxiety.

Sukuna is unbothered, purring, as he starts to suck on your clit again. A loud squeak escapes your throat and a long moan follows, before you press your left hand against your mouth. The fingers of your right hand reach for his hair and pull on it harshly, making him hum against your core.

“Sukuna!” your desperate and muffled moan reaches his ears, begging him to do anything against the person lingering in front of the door.

You hear the door move slightly, before his muffled voice growls loudly against your cunt.

“Keep out!”

His order vibrates hard against your clit and you whine loud into your hand. The door moves back shut and the way he understood your plea and acted on it, while savouring you and your cunt turns you on so much.

And he keeps going.

Keeps eating and licking and lapping, burying his face into your core, turning you into a mess of hot moans, while he purrs and groans against you. Your fingers don’t leave his hair and you hold on it tightly. One dedicated lick causes a wave of pleasure to roll through your body and you pull on his hair harshly, making him moan loud against your walls. You let yourself fall into this abyss of pleasure he gives you and moan and moan, until he shifts position. His right hand that has been lingering on your waist, moves to your clit and you look up. A mouth forms on the palm of it and he sticks the tongue out, only to have it flicking and licking against your clit.

So wet and steady.

He moves his head down, going back to penetrate you with the tongue of his face, before you suddenly feel something wet against your asshole. His bottom left hand formed a mouth on its palm as well, licking and pushing against the tight hole between your asscheeks. You hiss loudly, as his bottom right hand grabs your thigh. He groans, his brow knits in pleasure, while he’s tongue-fucking you, tasting you in every way possible. And it drives you insane, want to close your legs against his ears, but his hand on your thigh holds you in place. Unconsciously, your hands reach for his face, as your thighs start to shake and he flashes his eyes at you. His hand leaves your thigh and grabs your wrists, pushing you down and crossing them over your stomach and holding you in place.

So tight, so harsh. You can’t move.

But now your thighs can. They tremble against his ears, start to press so tight against the sides of his face, as the pleasure keeps building and building inside your abdomen and your cunt. You watch the pleasure filled look on his face behind the hand that keeps licking at your clit, his eyes closed again, drowning and drowning. He keeps going and going, licking and fucking, until you let your head fall back onto the sheets again, sing your moans into the air again, until he stops another time with a groan, retrieving his face from between your thighs and his hands from clit and ass. You whine desperately at the lack of stimulation and look back at his face, not knowing if yours looks more pleasure ridden or his. Sukuna’s tattooed tongue sticks out, while a string of saliva and juice still connects your needy hole to his face. His half lidded eyes stare at the wet connection, stares at your hole that is clenching for more.

You wiggle in his grip, want to sit up and kiss him, your Love, to tell him that you need him. To tell him that you need his cocks so bad inside your holes, but he doesn’t let you. He pushes your upper body down at your wrists, keeps you from moving, keeps you from disturbing his meal.

He’s taking his sweet time.

His face lowers back to your clit again, his tongue and lips so slow and dedicated. You watch him, get lost in the way his jaw moves, after he turned his head slightly to the right to let his tongue and lips slide over your nub. The way his tattoos move on his skin and his skin moves on his bone. The way your sensitive skin bends and dances below his beautiful lips and tongue. The way his tongue curls and flicks and flattens.

It’s hypnotising. And he knows it.

Something red flashes in the corner of your eye and you notice he’s been watching you with his bottom left eye. Shyness washes back over you and blood rushes into your face.

And he keeps going.

He keeps going until you feel a stretch inside your hole. Two of his fingers dip into the wetness, slowly, carefully pushing in and out, inch by inch, until he has them inserted into you. Sukuna turns his head back forward, now facing you and staring at you with his half-lidded lecherous glowing eyes, as he starts to bend his fingers up inside of you, pushing into that sweet spot, while gently licking and sucking your clit. A wave of pleasure crushes over you, not being able to withstand his gaze, as you fall back onto the sheets again.

“Look at me.” he mouths against your clit, the vibrations of his voice making you moan out lout.

Such a wet mess below his mouth, as he keeps an agonising but steady pace with his fingers and tongue. After a moment, you comply and look back up. His fingertips press and curl and stretch and poke, while his tongue keeps playing with your clit. So gently and soft, making your mind run circles.

The knot in your abdomen keeps building again and it’s so intense, your muscles start to tremble in his hold.

Press and curl.

Stretch and poke.

Too much. Too slow.

He keeps going.

Purring.

Groaning.

His eyes kiss yours so tenderly.

Press and curl.

Stretch and poke.

Oh god.

He finally let’s go of your wrists and you bend forward, your moans growing louder and louder, as you reach for the back of his head and press him harder against you. A deep grumble echoes through his chest, letting you know that he loves being shoved against your pussy like this.

The pace of his fingers doesn’t change and you feel like you’re going insane, thighs starting to tremble heavily and your pelvis starts to rut against his face.

Press and curl.

Stretch and poke.

“Agh!” a voiceless whine crawls out of your throat and your trembling legs close against his face again, pressing his ears shut.

This pace.

Your mind is about to snap, feeling like you’re about to smash his head between your thighs and break his nose against your cunt.

And he keeps eating and licking and kissing the lips between your thighs, as if he hasn’t enjoyed a meal like this in years. A constant melody of purrs and groans vibrate against you and you’re so close, so fucking close to cum against his face.

And you clench. You clench around his thick fingers, pressing them together, while he keeps curling and poking.

He knows you’re close, keeping this agonising pace, knowing it will make your mind go blank and your eyes roll back for him.

Two of his hands suddenly reach for your breasts. He’s cupping them in his huge palms, until a mouth forms on both of them, starting to suck on your nipples, scraping their teeth against it, teasing you and licking you.

And this is it.

Press and curl and lick and kiss.

It sends you over the edge, so hard and intense. Vision turns white and you’re a trembling mess, falling back on his sheets and your King just keeps going and going.

You cry at the ceiling and Sukuna moans, feeling the contractions of your cunt around his fingers.

And he keeps going and going.

Giving you no break.

The stimulation on your nipples, the incredible sensations between your legs and the thought of having his face between your thighs, looking so pleasured himself, as if he was a god in garden eden shoots like an arrow through your head.

And he keeps going and going.

He keeps purring against your orgasming clit and you start to cry. Tears run down your face, like your cum runs down the knuckles of his hand. Creamy, white proof of insanity and sin.

And then finally, he slows down.

And you can’t move.

The muscles in your thighs slacken, laying lifeless on the tattooed shoulders of your King, body twitching every now and then.

Sukuna pulls his fingers out of you and replaces them with his tongue. Licking and lapping up every last drop of your essence.

Tasting so sweet on his tattooed muscle.

He takes his time, cleaning up the mess between your thighs. And then he bites your thigh, ripping you back into reality.

“Sukuna.” you breathe his name like in trance, vision still blurry and it’s making him chuckle.

“Open up.” he whispers, before you feel his fingers against your lips. And you obey, opening up for him and he gently lets them glide into your mouth, making you taste yourself on his fingers.

Sweet. Like dessert.

Mindlessly you suck and lick on them until they’re clean, before he retracts them from your mouth.

“Such a good girl for me.” his silky voice echoes faintly in your ear.

Your head is being lifted up by his hand and you blink, seeing his beautiful eyes staring into yours. He moved closer to you, his face now hovering over your stomach, while he watches you in silence, waiting for you to slowly come back into reality. Feeling soft strokes against your cheek from his thumb, it takes a moment until you’re you again. He speaks as soon as he notices.

“Permission to kiss you… my Queen.”

What?

This game you started, it crawls back into your mind. You forgot about it, while he blew away your mind.

You blink and he blinks back, waiting for an answer. And you’re not sure how to act.

Is he still playing?

And he keeps waiting, the look on his face so honest, as if he meant what he said. As if the way he addressed you was the truth and not just a silly game. As if he’s truly waiting for your permission. And it’s making your already fucked out face heat up again.

Your heart pounds in your chest and you quietly nod, making his lips curl into a silly grin. He grabs your cheeks, making your lips pop forward.

“Use your mouth.” he coos through his teeth. “So let me ask again.” he lets go of your cheeks and leans more closer to you.

“Permission to kiss you, my Queen.” he whispers so smoothly, while his gentle eyes stare into yours.

Your heart skips a beat and your lips tremble before they speak.

“Do it.” is all your mouth can form.

And he smirks at your answer, before he leans in, kisses you, holding your face in his hand and running his fingers through your hair.

And you want to punch him. For treating you so good, for pleasuring you so good. Trying to make up for his sins and the pain he caused your heart.

You taste yourself on his tongue, while he kisses you, deeper and deeper, knocking the breath out of you once again. Sukuna lays between your exhausted legs and through his motions, you can feel the bulge pressing against you. Your hands reach for the sides of his face and feel his skin beneath your fingertips.

He sighs against the kiss before he suddenly pushes your knees apart with his hands in one harsh motion, making you squeak in surprise.

“Permission to fuck you, my Queen.” his voice is thick and raspy against your lips, suppressing the arousal he must’ve been feeling the entire time. Your heart is racing and you can’t answer, before Sukuna pushes his bulge against your overly sensitive cunt another time. The way he’s asking for permission, but already acts so needy and dominant at the same time has you gasping for air. He presses another time, while his hands squeeze and massage your thighs.

Before you answer, you kiss him and hands wander down his back, his muscles moving under your palms and you slip your fingers into his sirwal, pushing the fabric down, feeling his ass underneath your hands.

“Do what you want.” you whisper against his lips. “I’m yours.”

Hearing your words make something snap in him and he growls, as he pushes you further up the bed and gets rid of his pants. He crawls up to you and kneels before you. You look down to his cocks, already so swollen and red, already so needy and leaking, twitching and pulsating. And the sight is too much for you.

You’re hungry for him too.

Before he can grab you, you bend down in front of him and shove his upper dick into your mouth. As deep, as you can.

He moans loudly at the stimulation he denied himself all morning and you feel him letting his head fall into his neck in pleasure. You suck and suck, before you let go of his dick with a pop and start to lick the bottom one, while you continue to pump his now glistening upper cock.

“Fffffuck.” his trembling voice crawls through his throat, as you take him so deep into yours.

Feeling him at the back of your throat and pumping him at the same time makes you feel so devoted for him, makes you feel so hot for him, loving every sound you can tickle out of him.

And you love how he enjoys you and your mouth.

You let go of his bottom cock and slide your tongue in between the both of them, down their shafts. Sukuna grabs the back of your head, his breaths shaky, as you start to lick and kiss the spot between his dicks. His grip in your hair grows tighter and tighter and you know he’s not far from pinning you down back into the sheets and letting go of his needs.

“I love you.” you mouth against his sensitive spot.

His answer is a pull at your heart and a loud groan, rooted deeply in his chest, before his grip grows even tighter.

“I love you so much.” you continue, before sliding your tongue back up on his shafts.

Looking up to him, he turns his lust ridden face back down to you and he watches you, how you give his needy tips a slow and dedicated lick.

“Take me like you need me.” you whisper against them and his eyes grow hollow the moment you say it.

Before you know, you’re pushed on your back and have your hair flying into your face, before you feel him grab your hips and lift them up on his thighs and your legs up his torso. You look up, as he’s already pushing both of his dicks into your slick cunt. Finally feeling his stretch, you stare into his face, as he flashes his teeth and knitting his brow in pleasure, before he starts to fuck.

Slap!

His pace is rough and needy, making him grunt and moan at the feeling of your walls. Your eyes wander, looking down to his thick thighs and hips that provide his heavy thrusts. To his hands that grab your waist to push you against him. Up your legs where his bottom pair of hands are digging into your thighs. Up your shins, how small they look in comparison to his broad chest and shoulders, how his constant thrusts make his muscles swell up, how he’s making him look even broader than he usually is. Further up to his face, how he’s drowning into the sight of your bouncing tits and moaning mouth.

Slap!

A single harsh thrust brings you back to reality. Your brain is shaken from the motion he puts you in, while his dicks keep smashing into your overly sensitive cunt.

“Calling yourself my Queen, huh?” he hisses in pleasure, his dicks thrusting harshly.

“Y-Yes my King.” you moan at him, making him chuckle proudly.

SlapSlapSlap

Slap!

Suddenly, he slows down. Smooth and quiet thrusts, his dicks moving in and out of your hole so effortlessly, massaging your clenching walls, before he gently leans his head against your right ankle, gently strokes his face against it, before giving it a single lick.

And you watch him, can’t help to think that he’s beautiful doing it.

One of his hands that’s been grabbing your waist moves up your right leg and closes around your foot, before he gives your ankle a kiss. His touch feels loving to you, as if he cherishes your small body, that’s taking him so well.

Your King looks back at you and squeezes your heart with his thoughts, while you look back and think of the love you feel for this cruel curse that took your heart.

His gentle thrusts don’t stay quiet in his throat and he softly groans at the feeling and the sight of you.

And you answer his moans with your own.

His hand moves back down to your thigh and he leans down. Spreading your legs and hooking his bottom pair of arms under your knees, folding you in half. The hands on your hips moving up next to your face to steady him. His right hand grabs your jaw and he watches your mouth fall slightly open.

“How do you control me with those eyes?” he mumbles. “With this body of yours? With this soul of yours?”

Your breath hitches at his words and he leans down, licking your upper lip, before he leans down to your ear.

“This curse sure is twisted.” he growls into your ear. “This curse we’ve put on each other.” he chuckles darkly, before he starts ramming himself against your hips again at a vigorous pace.

You’re caught off guard and squeak loudly, as soon as he starts moving and wrap your arms hastily around his neck. His dicks reach so deep into you, deep inside your body and soul, just like his words.

“You think you can do that?” his thick voice overlaps with the loud, wet sounds of your pussy. “You think you can be my little Queen?”

Sukuna bends down further and you almost feel like he’s going to break you in half, with your legs spread and bend like this. You look between your bodies, watch how his dicks keep diving into your body, so effortless and wet.

“Ahh hh…. Mh Mh” you whine in confirmation and he groans against the skin of your neck, before he chuckles again.

His left hand finds your throat, choking you, making you clench harder and harder. He retrieves his face from your neck and stares at you.

Slap!

“Ah!” you squeak.

“So pretty.” he coos, while he watches your lust ridden face, your body bouncing in his hold.

“Sukuna!” you breathe. “My King-ah!”

Slap!

“My Love!” you continue with wet eyes, the sensations and emotions overflow and the pleasure keeps increasing and increasing. Another sinister chuckle echoes through his chest.

“So Cute.” he hisses, before he bends down and sucks harshly on your neck,

God.

“Speak for yourself!” you hiss into his ear, while you dig your nails into his neck, the pressure on your throat and inside your abdomen keeps building and building.

Another raspy chuckle from his chest, before he starts to fuck impossibly faster and harder, making you cry out loud and cum in an instant.

And he keeps going and going, just fucking you through your orgasm, not even giving you a chance to ride it out. Your hole desperately contracts around his still moving lengths, as you whine against his shoulder. He bites into your neck, before he pulls his head back up to look at you.

His brows start to knit and his mouth falls open, while he looks at your red flushed face and teary eyes. You feel him swell up inside your walls, while you’re still bouncing in his hold, knowing he is so close as well.

“Cum!” you order in a whisper, feeling him so thick inside of you. “Cum for me, my King.” your voice so smooth.

And then he snaps, his moans turn so loud and raspy, echoing through the room. His thrusts slows down, making you feel him pulsate and twitch inside of you, while he keeps moving in and out, filling you up. Leaning down, he kisses you, his mouth vibrating against yours, while he keeps moaning through his high.

After a moment, his tensing muscles soften, his grip on your neck loosens and his arms slide away from under your knees. Your King’s lips leave yours and he slides down a bit. His teeth find the spot between your tits and he gently lets them scrape against your skin.

“You’re mine. You and your heart.” he breathes, before kissing the same spot and laying his head on your chest.

“You wanna eat it?” you quietly joke. “As dessert?”

He huffs in amusement and you feel a soft squeeze on your heart, while you watch the top of his head, his hair rising and falling with your chest. Everything so peaceful in this moment, after the pressure is let out. You watch him and watch him, your lids falling heavier and heavier until they shut.

The exhaustion knocked you out and you must’ve slept most of the remaining day. The sun already is standing low and the last rays of sunshine fall through the opened garden door. The birds are singing in this warm evening of spring.

You wake up right next to him and look up to him with tired eyes. He’s still naked, leaning against the wall and looking outside, watching how the light dances in between the cherry trees.

You poke him gently into his shoulder.

“Ryomen Sukuna, King of Curses… and guardian of a sleeping woman.” you tease him with your tired voice. He cocks his eyebrow at you.

“That’s not true.” he answers in a smug tone. “I left and took a bath after I knocked you out. Even ate an apple.” A proud smirk spreads on his face and you frown at him in annoyance.

But it’s true. He smells fresh and clean.

You look down his naked body and see that his dicks are soft and resting on his lower abdomen.

Cute.

You reach out your fingers and let them brush against the skin of his v-line, up his stomach to his chest and let them circle around his nipple. The tiny hairs on his body rise up because of the goosebumps your touch causes on his skin.

And your eyes keep wandering with your finger, along his shoulder and down his upper arm in front of you.

You ponder, as you feel his eyes bore into you, your gaze still lingering on the finger on his biceps in front of you. Wrapping your hand around his upper arm, you gently pull on it, while you raise your eyes to his, a silent question in your face. Sukuna squints his eyes at you and moves his arm up, giving you enough space to scoot closer.

Not close enough.

Before you reach your desired position, you quietly tap on his second arm as well and after a second, he moves it over your head. Feeling content now, you snuggle against him, lay your left leg on his left knee and bury your head into the side of his chest. You feel his hand behind you brush and scrape softly against the skin of your back and you wonder if he likes it too, having you in laying in his arm.

Peeking over his body, you notice his upper right hand is resting on his steadily rising and falling stomach. Your left hand crawls over to it, before you gently touch his thumb with your fingertips. The skin feels soft beneath your fingers, as you move tenderly over his knuckles. You let your fingers glide along his, before you slip them beneath his hand and push them up. He lifts his hand in response and you squeeze his palm between your fingers, noticing how huge his hand is in comparison to yours. You press your hand against his palm, your fingertips just barely reaching over the base of his fingers.

“So small.” you mumble and enjoy and feel how calm this giant moves with you and how calm his chest breathes rises and falls beneath your head.

“Your hands are powerful… so deadly.” you whisper. “How were you able to paint that huge shrine into the air?” you whisper. Watching your hands together like this, makes you remember the moment on the battlefield and you glide your fingers up to line up with his fingertips.

“Mhhh.” he gently grumbles, before he pushes his index- and pinky-finger against yours and curls them down, curling yours in the motion too. His thumb, middle- and ring-finger stay up, forming the familiar triangle sign with your tiny hand.

“Ryōiki Tenkai.” he whispers and you’re nervous, unsure if anything is going to happen now. But it doesn’t. Everything stays calm and after a moment, you repeat his words.

“Rioiki Tengkai.” you breathe, while you watch how the sunlight dances between your connected fingers. “Did I say it right?”

His upper left hand shifts behind you and flicks against the back of your head.

Ouch.

“Not at all.” you hear the amused smirk in his relaxed voice and you pout to yourself.

You curl your fingers back up and alternate on pressing your fingertips against his, watching how his fingers bend under yours. He feels you too, starts to push back on your fingertips, feels your knuckles and pinches your skin.

Never have you thought you would end up like this, here in his arms. A monster, so gentle to you and only you.

His nourishment and desire.

“Do you want to know what you are to me?” you whisper and continue without waiting for his answer. “Everything. You are everything to me… I would die for you. Because I’m yours. For now and all eternity.”

He stays silent. Your fingers keep moving against each other in the light of the setting sun, the light rays piercing into your eyes here and then and after a moment of silence, you huff to yourself, after hearing what you just said.

”This curse we’ve put on each other… maybe, it’s the most twisted of them all.”

[dejwrld]

talk about our future, like we had a clue. never planned that one day i'd be losing you.

tybw spoilers, angst, sadness, pls i'm sorry you guys this is just something short that popped up in my mind, let me know if you guys kinda want something else with this ship on like how they met or whatever, after reading this go listen to build a home by the cinematic orchestra ft patrick watson & the one that got away by katy petty, other creations | jūshirō ukitake

You didn't enjoy how Shunsui Kyōraku was looking at you. His eyes reeked with sadness and sorrow while you lean forward to pour the steaming tea into his cup. You purposely chose lavender tea because it helped with stress—he was the newest commander of all the divisions after all. You can only imagine how stressful that new role was pushed upon him so suddenly amid a war. The silence between you two made you nervous, but you had a feeling that your husband's best friend was here across the Chabudai like old times for a reason.

A reason that you didn't want to accept just yet.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Shunsui breaks the avoidable sound of nothingness. A void that you didn't want to break because you knew why he was apologizing.

He places the folded white captain coat you've seen your husband wiggle his frame in before the sun has risen many times on the Chabudai and slides it closer to you.

Your chest tighten so harshly that it felt like you couldn't breathe. It felt like a tight chain was wrapped around your chest and limbs and only growing tighter with each passing second of your own silence. Your shoulders lowered and your body couldn't help but slouch at his words. You blink a couple times thinking that maybe this was a nightmare. That if you blinked just five more times, you'll wake up and he'll be right next to sleeping peacefully. But your fifth time blinking, Shunsui still was there.

Your hands shook as you pick up your own cup to sip the warm liquid before speaking, "For what Shunsui? Say it. What exactly are you apologizing for?"

You thought that maybe Shunsui ripping the bandaid off fully would be better. That you can surpass the emotions that were currently attempting to break through this strong barrier you've built up since being married to him. A barrier that you had to build since you knew something like this could happen.

Shunsui's perfectly sculpted jaw clenches, but not in frustration. He didn't want to admit this to you because he still couldn't believe it. He knew this would break you.

"He's gone, Y/N. Jūshirō is gone."

Your eyes graze downward at the white fabric in front of you and finally, the tears you were holding back finally came tumbling down your heated cheeks. A shaky sigh passed by your lips as you were trying your hardest to process this. Your thoughts were swirling around your mind so loudly and quickly that you wanted to turn your brain off. You wanted to climb back into bed and weep until you ran out of tears. But you couldn't.

He wouldn't want that. But gosh, this hurts. It felt like you just received a knife to the heart. Because that's what was taken from you. Your heart. Your moon. Your soulmate.

You went to ask how did it happen. You deserved to know but weren't quite sure if you could handle the truth of that. Your lips went dry parts to speak, but the door of the area you and Shunsui were in was slid open and your head turns to see who was coming in. Your heart cracks in your chest seeing your little baby crawl into the room followed by one of your friends whose been hear with your since Jushiro hasn't been home. He hated when you were home alone.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. Haru is such a busybody." Your friend jokes but her lips form a straight line when she realizes the tension in the room.

"It's okay, he can stay. But do you think you can pack some things for me? I think I'm going to be staying at my family's estate for a couple of days." Your arms open up so little Haru could climb into your lap.

Your friend didn't question why the suddenness of you needing to go be with your family, but she only nods before excusing herself to do what you asked.

Your head rests on top of Haru's head briefly. His white locks of hair that were beginning to grow faster than you expected tickled your chin. Your eyes met with Shunsui's and the look in them grew darker. Haru's curious hands reach forward to attempt to grab at his father's captain coat which still was like a haunted artifact that you didn't want to touch in the middle of the table.

"Did he die in battle? Fighting?" You asked.

"Sacrificed." Shunsui's answer was short and brief. He sips from his cup despite the fact that the warm liquid didn't calm his nerves at all.

A sad chuckle erupts from you and you give Shunsui a sad lopsided grin, "Of course he did."

Silence overcame you and Shunsui again. You couldn't quite understand how silence couldn't be heard. But it could be considered the loudest sound a person can hear. A deafening void that left a nasty pit in your stomach that was tied into the nastiest knots at the moment.

"Are you going to be okay?" Shunsui leans forwards closer and his large frame leans against the wooden table.

"No, but we'll get through it." Your fingers run through Haru's hair to push some of it out his face.

Shunsui's eyes looked at the infant in your lap and now his stomach was the one churning into abhorrent knots. He was staring at a reflection of Jushiro in the baby. From the curious doe eyes, the crystal white hair, and even down to the way his face scrunched up in frustration due to him not being able to reach Jūshirō's captain coat. His best friend made the same exact face when he was frustrated.

"Will you though? You lost your husband, Y/N. It's okay to break down."

"And you lost your best friend Shunsui, but you must stay strong too because you have commanding captain duties to do, right? The war isn't over yet." You hugged Haru closer because it felt like alongside the memories you shared with Jūshirō that Haru was the last thing of him left.

"Haru and I will be okay because Jūshirō's best friend will not leave me alone until he ensures that I am. Plus, I'm positive that's something he told you to do before he made his decision. Am I correct?"

[dearestaussiechannie]

☾ 4:52 AM ☽ — Bang Chan

word count: 2k paring: Chan x reader genre: Angst/Comfort warnings: gender not specified!reader, Non-Idol!Chan, Chan is referred to as Chris/Christopher the whole AU, established relationship, heavy grief, deals with loss, comfort, pet names towards reader, if I missed anything or if there are any typos please lmk! Authors note: I personally have been through some terrible loss as of lately and I don't really open up about how I feel about it to the people around me but I needed to get this out somehow. If you're going through anything like this AU portrays, my heart goes out to you and really keep the people that are there for you close. Much love ♡

It’s been four months as of yesterday, so why hasn't this ache left your chest yet? How do you cope with something like this? How do you get the people around you to understand what you're going through when you can't even understand it yourself? If not everyone, then to your sweet Chris? He’d been by your side when you had gotten the phone call, drove you there and even has kept you together as best as he could even with everything that's been going on in life but it seems no matter how much time passes, how much effort he puts in, you can’t get better.

You haven't been able to get out of bed without the thought of your friend crossing your mind. When you do have the energy to go out, the smallest things seem to trigger your pain. Even if you get to stay home all day, your dreams would punish you as well, forcing you to relive memories that you want nothing more than to bury until the pain has stopped. Currently, that's exactly what’s going on.

You’ve sat up out of a dead sleep to the feeling of nothing but pain, salty streaks of where tears had been falling for who knows how long covering your cheeks. You groan softly as you wipe your face, looking at the clock beside your bed reading “4:52 AM” in bold red numbers only making you groan again but this time a bit louder. When was the last time you'd gotten a good nights sleep? Dreading the thought of being awake, you slowly crawl out of bed, careful not to wake the sleeping man beside you.

Once out of your shared room, you walk quietly to the kitchen, stopping a couple of times to look at the photos hanging on the walls to ease your racing heart and mind. Once you've got a warm cup of tea and a blanket from the living room couch, you shuffle to the back patio door, unlocking it and swiftly slipping outside. The air was a bit chilly as it was now late September, sending a shiver down your spine making you pull the blanket tighter around you as the glass mug filled with tea keeps your hands warm.

The sound of the wind was peaceful, but nothing could surpass the amount of peace the sound of waves softly rolling onto the shore of the beach that your house was so close to brought to your mind. Chris had picked this house for the two of you to move into together since it was about the same distance both ways from your families homes and of course, your sweet boy loves the ocean. Every summer that you've lived here, you'd always have to drag him inside to eat, rehydrate, reapply his sunscreen or to simply relax. This year however, he’d given you that time due to what had happened. The thoughts of him running around in the water by himself or with his friends or with you bring the faintest of smiles to your face as you take a sip from your cup.

While you were outside, the person you’d left inside suddenly takes notice that you're no longer sleeping beside him and it causes slight panic to run through his veins. He repeats the motions you'd made earlier, rubbing his eyes before reading the clock that now said “5:23 AM” in those same bold red numbers. He fluffs his hair a bit as he stands, slipping his nightshirt back on and pulls a sweater over that as he takes notice of the cool temperature in the house.

 He makes his way around, looking for you as carefully as he can so that he doesn't spook you when he does find you. Worry filling him more and more by the moment as he can’t seem to find you anywhere, finally looking out the back door with hope that you'll be there, a warm smile spreading across his face as he sees you, hair blowing in the breeze while you simply stare out into the horizon or into the stars. He leans against the door for a moment before he walks away from it, walking back towards the kitchen to get himself a cup of tea like you had but makes sure to get you another. 

On his way back to the door, he makes sure to turn the heat up since he knows that you’ll be cold when you come back inside. Carefully, he opens the door and walks over to you, putting the drinks onto the small table in front of your patio furniture. The sudden movements pull you from your thoughts, quickly looking up at him and pulling your blanket closer. “Sweetheart… How long have you been out here? Can’t be more than 55 out here and you're crying..” He says softly, slipping onto the wicker sectional beside you, gently tapping your tears away with his sweater sleeves. 

You were crying? When did you start crying and for how long? You rubbed your eyes a bit harshly as you looked away from him, sniffling slightly as you clear your throat and got a drink of your now cold tea. Chris doesn't miss a beat though, once you've pulled the mug from your lips, he takes it gently only to replace it with the fresh warm one. He also takes the moment to pull the blanket over himself as well, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer as he rubs your shoulder to give you some warmth.

“Christopher..” you start but he doesn’t let you finish. “Bad dream again?” He asks, looking at you, studying your face and taking notice of the redness in your cheeks as well as the tear stains. The only response you can give is a slight nod as your grip on the mug tightens, reliving your dream again making the tears rush to your eyes, bottom lip quivering as you start to shake. Chris doesn't miss these ques, taking your cup and putting it on the table before quickly pulling you closer, making you grab onto his sweater as you break down in his arms for what was probably the hundredth time in the past few months. He rubs your back gently as he listens to your soft sobs, noticing how hard you're shaking from the weather and the pain that you were feeling.

The two of you stay like this for what feels like hours as he keeps you close to his chest, his head resting against yours as he hums softly just for you to feel the vibrations, knowing how it helps you relax. His fingers thread through your hair, making sure not to pull as he also carefully rakes his nails across your scalp. Your eyelids begin to feel heavy as he does this, making everything in your mind somehow seem clearer. You take a deep breath as you wiggle closer to him, looking back out into the horizon, knowing this will be easier if you don’t look at him. It's always been easier to let him know your thoughts when you don't look at him.

“Chris, I miss them.. I miss them so much that it hurts. The thought of never getting to see them again, never hugging them again, never looking into their eyes, never seeing their smile ever again… it's haunting me. And there's nothing I can do to fill this empty spot that they've left. 15 years of memories, conversations, pictures, laughs are all just that now.. Memories that only I will ever remember… Why did they leave me here like this? Was there really nothing I could do to stop it? Nothing I could do to help them? Am I gonna feel like this forever? When will this pain end? I can’t take this anymore.. It's too much. I just wanna wake up from this sick nightmare and see their name pop up in my phone one more time.” You spill to him, sobbing between every word as you grab onto the blanket tighter, eyes burning from tears for the third time in such a short period of time, surely making you dehydrated. 

Hearing all of this absolutely breaks Chris’s heart, having to watch his whole world, crumble and break like this. He keeps quiet as he keeps rubbing your head, listening to you speak since this is the first time you've opened up to him about what's been going on in that mind of yours for the past four long months. The pain, fear and regret that you've felt. He knows that his words won't help so he just hopes that his presence will. That the love that he has for you will help you in this agonizing process of healing that you're having to go through. He just wants you to know that even if you feel mentally alone, he's right here. He's here for you emotionally, physically, mentally and in other ways that he can be.

He softly presses his warm lips to your cold forehead, still gently humming. “My sweet angel.. I’m sorry that you feel this way and I know that there's not much that I can do since time will have to heal this wound but I want you to know that I'm right here, you're not alone okay? Even if I can’t feel what you're feeling, I will be right here to pick you back up when you fall or break. I will pick you back up just as they would want you to be. Help you every step of the way. I love you and so did they and that's what I want you to remember okay? It was all more than just a memory, it was their story and they were so lucky to have you in it, sweetheart. They were so lucky to have you as their best friend for as long as they lived.”

You wipe your eyes again, no more tears passing your lashes as you look up at him, slowly moving your hand up to his cheek and rubbing the soft skin with your thumb. “When you miss them, always remember to look for them in the sunsets.. In the stars.. Or..” He looks away from you then back down with a gentle smile, moving your face back towards the beach as he whispers. “In the warm, morning sunrises.. They'll always be right there.. Watching over you and cheering you on.” He whispers to you as he again presses his lips to your forehead, this time making contact with your temple as he takes your cold hands into his warm ones, rubbing over your knuckles with his thumbs.

You let out a broken chuckle that mixes with a sob, shaky breaths no longer turning into clouds as the sun starts to warm the air again. You look back to your sweet Chris, giving a sleepy smile before the weight of your head falls into the nape of his neck, indirectly telling him you're too tired to get back up and walk into the bedroom to get more sleep. Luckily, he takes notice, wrapping the blanket tighter around you, carrying you into your shared home and to the bed that's been waiting for you both to come back. This is exactly where you needed to be in a time like this. In the arms of someone who loves you no matter how broken you are. Home.

Once in the bed, Chris covers you both up as the sun peeks through the curtains like warm kisses before you look at the clock. It now reads “6:48 AM” and you sigh, flipping it so you couldn't see the numbers anymore, rolling over to face Chris, kissing him gently before closing your eyes fully. “I love you so much, Christopher Bang.” “And I love you, Y/n L/n.” He repeats, rubbing your back again as you begin to drift off into sleep. Sleeping better than you had in so long, now dreaming of the good things again, no more nightmares of grief… Just dreams of love.

"Goodbye for now but not forever, we’ll see each other in my dreams again. Don’t forget to come visit my dreams full of love for you soon."

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«A Bed-time Story For a Banshee»

Relationship: Cora Hale/Lydia Martin (cordia)

WC: 2.1k

Summary:

“And I’m absolutely ready to hear what you werewolves tell your children before putting them to bed,” says Lydia, turning around to look at Cora’s face, “and I want to hear the best story” “I’m not the best storyteller so bear with me.” Cora responds softly, tracing circles on Lydia's temple, “but I’ll try my best”

The dim light of the bed-stand lamp dappled the faces of two girls, absorbed in the semi-darkness and silence of the small room.

“Well, it was definitely not that necessary to follow me to my room,” stated Lydia, hopping on her bed, “as you can see, I’m completely and totally fine”

“You’ve fainted like three times,” deadpanned Cora, leaning on the door frame, arms crossed against her chest, “didn't know that counts as “completely and totally fine”

“Oh I didn't know that you know me better than I do,” the girl hemmed, climbing up on her bed, “I’m okay now so you’re free to go”

Cora stayed silent for a moment, before an exhausted breath slept from her mouth. She turned around and walked away without dropping a single word, leaving Lydia to her own thoughts.

Lydia wakes up to the scraping sound of the kitchen cabinet after as it seemed an eternity of a profound dreamless sleep. Still in a sleepy haze she steps out from the bed to tiptoe downstairs just to encounter a familiar figure, making her way from one cabinet to another as if in a search for something.

“If you're looking for the cups they’re right above your head,” Lydia whispers, taking a seat at the small kitchen table.

A soft “thank you” from Cora is immediately followed by the comforting scent of a chamomile tea, as she pours it in the finally found cups. A few seconds pass before one of them appears before Lydia.

“You should drink all of it,” Cora says softly, taking a small sip herself, “it will soothe your…” she stops, her fingers quickly touching her own neck, as her eyes are fixed on Lydia’s. Lydia nods, taking an equally small sip of the warm liquid herself. She takes a note on the perfect temperature of the drink, when it doesn't burn her insides but soothes her yet again burning cords.

“Better?” Cora asks, without breaking eye contact for a second. Lydia gives her another nod, suddenly too tired to utter a sound. Cora smiles, nodding in return before going back to her own cup. They sit like that for quite a long time drinking in a comforting presence of each other.

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“And yet again you didn't have to follow me to my bedroom,” Lydia sighs, turning around to face the other girl, “or do you want to read me a bed-time story as well?”

“Do you want me to?” Cora raises her brow, a little smirk lightening her face.

“What am I? A five year old?”

“Is that a yes?”

Lydia silences for a second. Her lips now a straight line and she lifts her hand in the air hesitating about the next move. Cora stays silent in front of her, waiting patiently for the response.

“I’m definitely too old for this.” Lydia sighs heavily, surrendering and crawls under the blanket. When the other girl doesn't move, she softly pats the empty space on her bed, inviting Cora to join her. With the swoosh of the blanket the other girl crawls on the bed, settling herself right beside Lydia. As soon as she’s settled she feels the sudden warmth of Lydia’s body wrapping her in a soft cover and she quivers for a second, when the girl’s strawberry blonde hair swoops all around her as she places her head on her lap.

“And I’m absolutely ready to hear what you werewolves tell your children before putting them to bed,” says Lydia, turning around to look at Cora’s face, “and I want to hear the best story”

“I’m not the best storyteller so bear with me.” Cora responds softly, tracing circles on Lydia's temple, “but I’ll try my best”

Once upon a time, in the great kingdom high above the sea lived a powerful royal family, who was adored and respected by all. The king and the queen loved each other enormously but there was nothing more precious for them than their little beloved Princess. Everyone adored her: when people saw her, their hearts filled immediately with warmth and joy. Day after day she spent her time dancing in the ballrooms, smiling and laughing. But it all suddenly changed, when one night the whole city was shuddered with a heart-wrenching shriek. The voice of their beloved Princess echoed in every corner, making the blood run cold.

The great Evil has planted her seed in the heart of the young girl. Every single night she woke up with a desperate shriek coming out of her mouth and there was no cure found for that unnatural malady. Hundreds of sorcerers came to the kingdom but they all returned back with nothing. Once happy and prosperous kingdom turned into a desolated house of Misery.

One night, a small hooded figure broke past the sleeping guards straight to the Princess’s chamber. The young girl climbed to the top, carefully opening the wooden sashes of the window when the sudden piercing shriek shuddered the air. She bored into the darkness of the room. In the dim light of the hidden moon the thin body of the Princess was trembling, her hair disheveled and her heavy breath almost as loud as the shriek the figure heard before. An unknown reason made the figure make a step into the semi-darkness, now lit with the brightest moon. With one step came the other and when the figure was in one step away from the Princess’ bed, the sudden question fled the mouth.

“Are you alright?” asked the figure, looking straight at the Princess’ trembling body.

There was no response and the figure took the one last step.

“How can I help you?”

“You can’t” said the Princess with the softest voice which was ever heard, “nobody can”

“I haven’t tried yet” was the answer followed by a little chuckle from the Princess, “may I?” the figure asked, gently taking Princess’ hand. When the girl nodded, the figure took a seat on the bed right next to the Princess, holding her hand like the most precious of jewels she came for.

The girl took away her hood, letting the hair spread across her shoulders. Her eyes sparkled followed by a soft yellow glow.

“I knew that!” cried Lydia, making Cora stop in a silent what-question, “the banshee reference, the glowing eyes, are you really…”

“Really what? Retelling you the werewolf children fairytale? About the supernatural creatures we actually are? Yeah, I am and you’ve just interrupted me”

“The only supernatural thing here is the fact that nobody came after that shriek” Lydia said looking interrogatively at the other girl.

“It’s a fairytale. Do you really need to look for the logic here?”

“Oh sure, it is. Please go on with this absolutely not-that-exact-moment invented and logical story” deadpanned Lydia, going back to the warmed place on Cora’s lap

The Princess could barely take away her eyes from the girl. But then, a sudden pang of cold pierced her body. She shuddered, looking at the hands of the stranger. Her soft hands looked pale like a marble statue under the moonlight with long fingers wrapped around the Princess's hand. A moment later, the cold sensation was changed into a warmth spreading all over her skin with a tickling sensation. She never felt so good before. It was like her darkness slept from her into…

She took a look at the girl. Her hands became almost transparent. Her veins turned dark as if something was crawling through them straight to her heart. With the cold that pierced her heart the girl took away the darkness.

“What did you do?” asked the Princess when the girl let her hands go.

“I took away your pain” whispered the girl, “there was a lot of it. I don’t know where it came from but I’ve never seen so much of pain in one person”

“Thank you” the Princess said, “what can I do for you in return?”

“I haven’t done yet” was the answer, “it’ll take a lot of time to take it all away”

“When what shall we do?”

“I’ll come to you tomorrow night”

“I’ll leave the window open then” said the Princess, before the girl disappeared in the soft light of the rising day.

The girl didn't know why she was so drawn to the young Princess. As if by a magical unexplainable force she was pulled to the castle every night to take away Princess’ pain. Every night the Princess told her stories about castle life, about dances and parties, about delicious food and fancy clothes. Every night in return the girl told her stories about the outside world, the streets she was raised in and the forests full of wonderful magical creatures and plants. They talked and talked and talked. With every new dawn, the Princess was regaining her bygone beauty. And with that, the kingdom and its people were raised again. The shining sun gave its warmth to the plants in the kingdom gardens and everyone came back from the haze of Misery and Despair.

By the end of the thirtieth day, on the night of the full moon, the girl was unusually silent.

“What happend to you?” asked the Princess, caressing girl’s soft hair, “you seem so sad”

“I am” answered the girl, “because it is the last day we see each other, dear Princess”

A surprised gasp slept from the Princess' mouth.

“Why is it so?” cried the Princess, “you should stay! It's not a plea but an order from your Princess!”

“I wish I could” answered the girl, “but today I will take the last bit of your pain and then I should be gone”

The girl took Princess’ hands in hers, caressing them softly with her thumbs. A second passed before dark veins ran through her pale skin. A few wrinkles appeared on her forehead, as the last drop of darkness filled her heart.

“That's it now. Your curse is gone”

“But so are you” whispered the Princess, looking straight into the girl’s golden eyes, “and I don't want you to”

“I filled my heart with darkness and now I need to leave for the darkest cave in the forest to cure myself” said the girl, “and I must do that alone”

“I can't let you do that on your own” cried the Princess, “for I love you and shall help you as you helped me”

The quiet sob came from the girl.

“Don’t cry my love, my heart bleeds to see you crying” said the Princess, taking the girl's face in her hand, “I fell in love with your kindness, your courage, your strength. You have taught me the real life and there's nothing in this world I can do to pay you back but I can offer you my loyalty and my love”

And with these words, the Princess kissed the girl on the lips. The sudden sparkle of gold appeared between the girls the moment their lips touched. It wrapped them both in a magical mist, lighting the surroundings of the chamber.

A few seconds passed before the mist disappeared, revealing two girls, holding each other closely.

The Princess smiled, pressing small kisses all over the girl’s face.

“Just as my books say” said the Princess, “true love can cure any malady”

“And yours has just cured mine” the girl smiled, hugging tightly her dear Princess, "I love you too, my dear Princess". And they both smiled and laughed till the sun rose shining on the sky.

The next day, the Princess revealed a great sorceress who had found a way to cure her darkened heart. The kingdom celebrated the return of their beloved Princess. The celebration lasted the whole week: people danced, laughed and told wonderful stories about the magical cure of their Princess.

The Princess and the girl became inseparable from that day on. And when the time came, they both took their places on Princess’s parents thrones and became the wise and fair rulers of the kingdom high above the sea”

“The end” finished Cora, taking in some breath, “so what do you—”

She never finished the sentence, her look fixed on Lydia's face. With her eyes closed, the other girl’s eyelashes made a little shadow on her rosy cheeks. She seemed to be asleep for quite a long time already.

“And that's the reward I get for my storytelling skills. Rude” Cora smiled, taking away some of the loose strands of hair from the girl's face. She placed a light kiss on her temple, taking Lydia's pain away.

“I’ll guard your sleep today, my Princess” Cora, whispered leaning on the soft headboard of Lydia’s bed, “good night”.

HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE!!! And as it is a lesbian pride today(according to the calendar), I brought this small piece of writing to contribute to lesbian apocalypse this year.

And here's a small sketch I drew for this story

Let me know what you think about this story. Any type of interaction with this post is appreciated🙏

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m pt. 6

this one and pt. 7 are gonna be shorter and again sfw and mostly just for the story but what can i say, im a plot girly. but i promise pt. 8+9 are almost finished just need a little editing and things will start to get heated again soon

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you wake up in your bed..alone. not surprised but slightly disappointed as much as you wish you weren’t. still mostly relieved at not having to talk about what happened last night. thinking about him seeing that made you want to crawl into your own skin. maybe you’d get lucky and you could never talk about it again. 

but when you walk into the kitchen on your small island you find a note nestled under a mug next to a hot pot of water. 

Cariño, 

       wasn’t sure when you’d wake up, had to head into work. take the day if you need it, but if you feel up to it please stop by my office so we can talk. I’ll be there until 10. 

Made peppermint tea just in case. 

So many things about this note made your head spin all over again. the pet name. which he’s used jokingly for years but recently much more frequently and much less jokingly. The tea, peppermint was perfect for anxiety and you always drank it when you felt on edge… and he made it without being asked or told. the fact he even left a note. But one word stuck out more than the others. 

talk. 

instead of butterflies it filled your stomach with pit vipers trying to force their way out through the walls.

you knew you’d be late but you’d never let yourself  stay home after an episode before you weren’t doing so today. 

when you got to work you were glad you opted for the tea. every sip soothed your stomach. until.. you saw him. suddenly it was doing somersaults again. He was talking to a random spider person you didn’t recognize, looking very serious as always. As soon as you saw him, you turned on your heel and made a beeline for the nearest hallway. 

Too late. 

“Y/N!”

you hear him call after you but you pretend not to hear and duck into the bathrooms. Now you’re just feeling straight up nauseas. You hear him walk by but he doesn’t call for you again. you wait a couple minutes until you’re sure he’s gone and until you don’t feel like puking your guts out before sneaking   back to your lab. 

you’re in the back room, which on the outside is labeled as the door to the supply closet, so no one knocks when you’re back there, they wouldn’t think to. Except him. 

So when you hear a knock on the door you panic a little. 

You try to play it cool. 

“I’m busy O’hara come back later.”

you hear him sigh. 

“Cariño.. i just need a moment”

you brace yourself before opening the door. you peek past him making sure the main door of your lab are closed 

“don’t call me that. not here”

he seems slightly taken aback but not entirely surprised. 

he leans against the doorway. 

“I don’t want to take up too much time, I just haven’t been able to get a word with you today.”

“yeah sorry uhm really super busy, 

(not a complete lie) 

im getting close to a new formula for your injections so”

“ah i see”

he pauses for a beat 

“did you see the note?”

“uhhh yes i.. did”

“No pressure just when you have a minute.. i was hoping to check on you”

“right no yeah uhm actually you can’t”

“oh..”

“no no uh i can’t i… have to go home early”

“I could always meet you tomorrow”

“No not my apartment, uhm home home… tomorrow is my nephews birthday. I promised him i’d be there in the morning when he wakes up. so i’m leaving tonight as soon as i leave here”

“i see, when will you be back?”

“monday night” 

“hm. and… you’re feeling?”

“fine. i’m fine thanks”

your face is burning. you felt so small thinking about all the things he must be thinking about you right now 

“well uh have fun, tell el chico spider-man says feliz cumpleaños.”

a frown passes over your face you can tell he’s trying to figure out what he said wrong 

“uh yeah i will do that”

he goes to leave but turns back. 

“when you’re back.. we’ll talk?”

you just try to push down the feelings in your chest. 

you nod. 

you can tell he doesn’t really believe you but he nods and walks out. after he closes the door your shoulders drop.  

it felt so weird. you’d never seen him like this. gentleness with no mocking or taunting behind it, concerned, his words seemed tender and restrained. it was kind of scaring you. you hated that he saw what happened last night.. but the way he handled it, was like he knew exactly what you needed. even so you dreaded this conversation and you were more than glad to get away for the weekend. plus you got to see your best friend in any universe and your two favorite boys. 

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Widower in the Window

Have I ever told you the story of when I first saw a widower?

I don't know what compelled me, but when it struck midnight in my village and I had been tossing and turning for the past hour, I decided that I needed fresh air. My lungs didn't do well in stuffy rooms and if I breathed too hard, my chest would feel unbearably heavy; so I always had to keep it at a steady pace. As if I was constantly submerged underwater, reserving oxygen.

In Out . . . In Out . . .

Pushing myself out of bed and grabbing the nearest jacket on my coat rack, I buttoned it up and glanced out the window from my bedroom. With the illuminating night sky, casting blue and white rays on my neighbour's homes, and the pitch-perfect silence that seemed to break the speed of sound, it wasn't very far off from how it felt.

As I stepped out my front door, a chill crawled up my spine, but I didn't flinch, rather, I held my hands together and hurried along. It was easier to get used to the cold this way.

My slippers slapped behind me with every step I took, and as I passed all the houses and huts on my road, I reminisced on all the good times I had with my wife in this village. Each spot in the neighbourhood had a memory attached to it, and as I walked past each one, it was like flipping through a photo album.

The alleyway where she would feed the stray cats every morning before work, and the small cafe where we had warm tea on our days off.

She refused to cut her silky raven hair that flowed off her back and shoulders. Every time I'd even mention tying it for her, she would whine and ramble on about how she took such pride in combing it every day. So when she went for a sip, she'd always have to tuck it behind her ear. How I admired that about her.

"Good days," I mumbled to myself as I looked up at the clear skies and countless shimmering stars while I walked to a special place.

Beyond the village boundaries, following a wagon dirt strip, I find a flat unkept plot of land, overgrown with ivy and tall grass. We used to come out here occasionally to watch the wild animals who came to eat from the pastures. But tonight I didn't find a resident of the forest, but the red baron himself.

Like a fighter plane, it swooped down from above. The crimson stripes on its lower neck feathers were so potent that it was like watching a flaming meteor pass the earth, but in the blink of an eye, it was gone. In a swift turn and a gust of wind, the bird blended in so seamlessly with the shadows, like a raven or a crow, but it was far to small to be either of those. And that distinct glossy tailcoat he had, it was undeniable. It was a long-tail widow bird.

Once it finished its fluttering dance and skillful tricks, the pilot fell back down on the fencing around the vacant plot, and as it rested, I watched peacefully.

Although it was my first time seeing a widower in person, I had long dreamed of going bird-watching with my wife, and seeing such magnificence in person eased the unrest in my heart.

"Chirp Cheep . . . Chirp Cheep . . ." sang the wider bird into the voiceless night sky; but not a sound came back to it.

"Chirp Cheep . . . Chirp Cheep . . ." again went the lone bird, but still to no avail.

Our shadows began to loom over us and then for a while longer. All while the little widower sang and rang its call throughout the fields and beyond. I just stood there, feeling colder by the second.

"She's not coming back. . . " I blankly interrupted the little bird's chimes, while I stood a few feet away from him. It frantically turned its head in my direction.

"Chirp Cheep . . . Cheep Chirp!" he demanded with flapping wings in my direction, like sending me a gutsy threat. The man was a stubborn fool.

"Keep it up all you want, you just wasting your breath, lonely bastard." I talked back to it with a sneer and scowled brows.

"Chirp Chirp!!" squeaked the widower a bit louder this time as it kept tweeting into the skies desperate like it could actually understand what I was saying.

Chirp Cheep!

again. . .

"Chirp Cheep!"

I dare you. . .

"Chirp Cheep!"

Louder-

"Chirp Cheep!"

Till your throat goes dry-

"Chirp Cheep!"

Until you can barely breathe-

"Chirp Cheep!"

And your neighbours get worried-

"Chirp Cheep!"

Call you crazy-

"Chirp Cheep!"

Dead beat-

"Chirp Cheep!"

But all you really want-

"Chirp CHEEP!"

Is to see her again . . .

"CHIRP CHEEP!"

. . .

Again their is not a word, or noise in the air and just like before, he flies off to the moon with the rest of the stars.

All of a sudden, I feel a weight in my chest so I walk back home to take my medicine.

I kept my head down, and my breathing at a minimum. My hands stayed in my jacket pocket, till I swiftly swung my front door open and quickly shuffled into the bedroom where a jar of pills sat at my bedside table. Reaching for it, I screwed off the top and shook a couple of them into the crevis of my palm, ready to take them.

I didn't count the amount, but I didn't need to at the end of it all. Soon I'd be flying away like the widow bird into the crimson moon, who missed their loved one till death did they part.

. . .

. . . .

"Chirp. . . Cheep . . ." faintly came from the outside.

The lonely spouse in his glossy black funeral clothes, stood outside my bedroom window.

A widower on either side of the glass.

In. . . out. . .

He made me put down the pills and I went back to bed.

That dam widower in the window.

[blacklegsanjiii]

North Blue Language CH 3

“We should take a family photo.” Sora suggests one morning over breakfast. Mihawk and Sanji look at her as she raises the snail camera Mihawk had brought home from a recent voyage.

Sanji has nightmares often, it was a well known fact in the castle. More often than not he would find Sora's room and lay with her but sometimes he would stumble through the fear into Mihawk's who would sit with the boy and calm him down. Sometimes though Mihawk would pass the boy's room and find him in the midst of a nightmare and go whisper softly to Sanji and pet his hair. Sometimes Sanji would wake up, others he would stay asleep. Sora was not free from these events either but always put on a brave face for her son but Mihawk would often catch her in the kitchen sipping tea and would sit with her in silence. Perhaps he would hold her hand or perhaps he would offer to read to her.

Mihawk loved them both very much, so it wasn't an issue to him, they weren't a burden. They had both opened up more, Sanji learning martial arts that focused on kicks and acrobatics and Sora joining him in his office as he looked over maps and letters and gave her opinions. She also kissed him once and giggled at the baffled look Mihawk had given her before asking for another.

Safe to say Sora got to choose what room she spent her night in and Sanji had giggled mercilessly at them over lunch the next day. Sora rolled her eyes while Mihawk cocked a brow at him. Sanji would sometimes crawl into their bed after a hard night and Mihawk's only thought about it was to possibly get a larger bed. Sanji didn't practice with swords anymore, but Mihawk kept him studying the types, curses and how to hold them in case Sanji ever ran into another swordsman that wanted to pick a fight. 

“We should take a family photo.” Sora suggests one morning over breakfast. Mihawk and Sanji look at her as she raises the snail camera Mihawk had brought home from a recent voyage. It's been over a year since they came to Kuraigana and several months since their relationship had started.

“A family photo?” Mihawk asks, his voice tinged with humor.

“Yes. Sanji and I were excluded in Germa, you don't have anything other than portraits from the man you killed, a family photo is in order.” Sora says to him with a grin knowing she'll get her way.  

“Do we have to dress nicely?” Sanji frowns, feeling the loose and soft cloth of the training clothes that make up most of his wardrobe.

“If you have something nice in your closet I would like you to wear it but if not oh well.” Sora answers. “We're not putting this photo out to a kingdom or to the world. It'll be just for us so it's not like looks matter, no one comes here.” 

“Okay.” Sanji nods in agreement and Mihawk sips his coffee. 

“Do I need to set up a room?” He asks lightly.

“The sitting room should be fine.” Sora nodded and Mihawk smiles as they finished breakfast. Mihawk and Sora went and set up the sitting room which meant just moving the lounge slightly and figuring out how to set the timer on the snail. Sanji came in and he was still in his black training pants but had found a blue dress shirt that fit and a jacket. 

Mihawk and Sora always dress nicely. Dresses were easier to get in and out of for Sora when she was weaker and she was just so used to wearing them that Mihawk had asked a few times but it didn't bother him at all. Mihawk would often find dresses and bring them back, he found a tiara and currently has it hidden in the store room. Mihawk always wore dress shirts and tailored training pants as he was more often than not killing when he was off island, too many who thought they were better when they weren't.

“You should be in the middle.” Mihawk says to Sora.

“With my boys on either side?” She shoots a sharp smile at him.

“Yeah, because you're the prettiest.” Sanji nods and Sora laughs and kisses his head. Sanji smiled as Sora and him sat on the couch and Mihawk managed to get the timer going and sit on Sora's other side, holding her hand on her lap with her other resting on Sanji's knees. The photo turns out well and Sora is beaming. If this is what it takes to keep her smiling like this Mihawk knows he'll do this whenever she asks.

~*~

“Dracule Mihawk!” A marine officer calls to get his attention, more of it anyway. He has just finished a raid of some noble's private island while they're off somewhere else. 

“To what do I owe the honor of dealing with the Navy today?” Mihawk drawls as he ties the second bag down to his coffin ship.

“The Navy has a proposition for you! Your bounty is frozen as long as you do what the Navy wishes. It will be under the title of ‘warlord’, you'll be expected to answer to the Navy when called but all you do otherwise is not of our concern.” The officer explains brandishing a letter to the pirate. Mihawk takes it while maintaining eye contact until it's opened.

“The Navy does understand I am not a lap dog, I do as I please, when I please.” Mihawk answers with a glance over the letter.  Meetings, calls, coming and going, all in all it's tedious time away when he could be taking care of his wife and son.

“You'll be left alone more often than not.” The marine tells him and that, well that is tempting. “Hawkeye, you value your privacy more than anything and you defend your island more than most pirates defend their territory and with far more veracity. I believe this will be beneficial for all parties involved.” 

Mihawk spares a glance and then goes back to the letter. Boa Hancock, Gecko Moria, Kuma, and Doflamingo so far. How they got Kuma is beyond Mihawk but Boa Hancock even more so. He does not want to deal with any of them. “How many ‘warlords’ will there be?” Mihawk asks.

“All together there will be seven.” The marine answers and Mihawk will give it to the officer in front of him, they aren't nearly as scared as others have been. “Jimbe and Crocodile are our other candidates at the moment.”

“Very well, I accept.” Mihawk says as he kicks his ship off the sand and jumps on board. Yoru on his back as he watches the marine scurry to try to get to his boat. Mihawk notices the rather large carrier ship looking to fire at him so he takes Yoru and brings her down heavily to send an air slash through the carrier.

Heavy metal creaks as he focuses on his sail to swiftly carry him away and back to Kuraigana, back to his home where Sanji and Sora are. He watches the vessel go down as the Marines escape in their life boats. He won't be back for at least a week still, he has to stop and sell the items in markets that cater to pirates, those who don't ask questions about the wares he brings. Mihawk will also pick up clothes from the town that he considers his territory and the townsfolk prefer him over the Navy as well. 

He still won't take Sanji and Sora there. Too many bounty hunters who may tell Germa of their existence and ties to him. He loves them too much to even think of what would happen if they were taken from him. Pirates are inherently selfish, Mihawk even more so, having claimed the title of greatest swordsman alive. The townsfolk know and those more comfortable with him tease him.

“You should bring her in so I can tailor it for her,” Annette tells him when he finally reaches town and is looking at a dress, “and that protege you have. He seems like a good boy.” 

“He is.” Mihawk answers her. 

“Bring them. They should be properly tailored. That boy keeps going through training pants more than the kids here who train to get you now.” Annette smirks at him. She's in her fifties and has been pestering him since he first bought clothes for anyone other than himself from her.

“You know very well, I won't. He's not training as a swordsman.” Mihawk says as he wanders to another rack of dresses Annette has sewn.

“Would you like to see the piece I just finished?” Annette asks as she walks by him to the training pants and grabs several of varying sizes for him. “Absolutely gorgeous, embroidered with silver thread since the winter season is coming up. A fine snow pattern. You’re developing a very small northern accent, boy.” 

“Yes, please.” Mihawk nods as he follows the woman to the counter as she disappears into the back of the store. He checks the pants and sets aside the stack that will fit his son. She reappears with a garment bag and lays on the counter, unzipping to show a dark navy dress with snowflakes, small and unassuming almost, the silver threads gathering at the bottom to form the crests of waves.

“No one here would wear it, none of us have something nice to go to. She's yours though.” Annette smiles at Mihawk.

“She is,” Mihawk agrees quietly and further inspection shows it will fit Sora. “I'll take it, and the pants.” Mihawk nods and once his goods are paid for he sets sail for home. When he arrives on the island Sora is waiting on the beach with a newspaper in one hand and her hands on her hips. She's not angry but she is thoroughly unimpressed.

“You took a title?” She asks as Mihawk ties the boat then grabs the bags of goods.

“Yes, I did.” He nods, letting his amusement show.

“I understand because of the frozen bounty but the Government ? Dracule! Hone-” He cuts Sora off with a kiss because it's been two weeks and he has missed her. “Oh don't think you can distract me.” She hisses at him.

“I don't plan to. I will do what the Navy asks me, rarely, and my bounty is frozen.” Mihawk says as they start heading to the castle. “Annette made a dress for you, as well.” 

“Well tell her thank you for me, but Dracule, a Warlord? You hate people outside of Sanji, myself, or the town, and you still despise more than half the town!” Sora berates him and she's right. She usually is. “Doesn't Boa Hancock hate men?” She asks incredulously.

“Indeed she does, but I doubt the Navy will have much work for us that we'll agree to. We're pirates first.” Mihawk says. “Personally I'm quite interested in what they will even ask of us. It should stop unwanted pests getting too close.”

“Very well.” Sora nods. “I'm still mad we didn't talk about this first.”

“I expect nothing less, darling.” He smiles at her as they go inside. He gives her the garment bag. Sanji is reading at the dining table so Mihawk pats his hair as he passes by to go to the kitchen. Sanji greets him quietly, too caught up with the cook book he's reading. Mihawk makes a note to buy the boy his own set of knives soon. 

When Sora plays the piano that night, the dark blue of the dress with the silver threads glowing orange and yellow in the firelight as Mihawk practices the lullaby about the moon she plays. He sings in North Blue, voice smooth and low as Sanji sleeps in his lap. He is selfish, he loves rarely and deeply and wholly. 

[misty720]

True Love - Ch4: 

Another late night and Chara was already asleep with Kabel in their bed this time.   Papyrus entered to find a plate for him in the fridge, but he was so exhausted that he just wanted water and a shower.  On his way to the bathroom with a change of clothes and a towel he wondered why the hell Serif had a bathroom in his room but he didn't.  Then, he decided that would be their next project.  Speaking of the oldest, by the time Papyrus reached the bottom of the stairs, out walked a half asleep Serif.  "WHAT ARE YOU DOING AWAKE AT THIS HOUR, SON?" he asked with concern.

"I heard you come in and wanted to say goodnight..." Serif yawned.

"NYEH HEH!  GOODNIGHT, MY BOY.  I LOVE YOU, STINKER."  He wrapped his free arm around his oldest who was gaining height on him.

As Serif was sauntering back to his room, he turned back with a grimace that reminded Papyrus way too much of Chara and said, "Hey, Dad...  I don't... feel so great..."

"WELL, SON, YOUR ORDER WAS FOR THREE DOUBLE STACKED HAMBURGERS WITH TOPPINGS, A BASKET OF ONION RINGS, A SIDE OF BROCCOLI CHEDDAR SOUP, AND A SLICE OF MUD PIE WITH EXTRA WHIPPED CREAM AND YOU UNDOUBTEDLY ATE ALL OF IT PLUS WHAT YOUR BROTHER AND SISTER LEFT BEHIND.  I'D SAY YOU-"

"Oh shit!" Serif shouted darting into the bathroom closest to him to throw up.

"I SWEAR IF ONE CATCHES IT THE OTHERS HAVE TO CATCH IT.  HOLD ON, SON.  I'LL BE RIGHT BACK..."  Papa Papyrus was on it with the thermometer, medicine, and a mint-ginger tea because Serif always preferred tea when sick thanks to his aunt Frisk which the other two didn't grow up living with.  "YEP, IT'S A FEVER.  YOU CAUGHT WHATEVER BUG IS GOING AROUND.  I'M SORRY, SON.  IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN GET YOU?"

"No, Dad, I think I'm gonna crawl back to my bathroom so you can shower..."

"HAHA!  YOU CAN STAY IN HERE.  I'LL JUST STEAL YOUR BATHROOM A MOMENT.  I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE YOU IN THE FLOOR THOUGH."

"Sorry about the language earlier..." Serif apologized through a thick voice one had when sick.

"I'M NOT WORRIED ABOUT THAT.  I'M WORRIED ABOUT YOU THREE KIDS," Papyrus sat in the side of the tub rubbing Serif's messy waved hair.  Suddenly he sat back up and hit the toilet again.

"Dad?..."

"YES, SON?" Papyrus answered ferfeiting his glass of water so his boy could wash the taste out along with his wash cloth to wipe his face.

"Thanks...  Dad, why couldn't we take after you?...  I hate being sick..."

"LUCK OF THE GENE DRAW, I SUPPOSE.  ARE YOU GOING TO BE ALRIGHT WHILE I WASH WORK OFF OF ME?"

"Yeah...  I'm not my siblings.  I have more wit than that to come knock if something's wrong."

"I'M MORE CONCERNED ABOUT YOU PASSING OUT AND NOT BEING ABLE TO COME GET ONE OF US."

"What is all the noise about down here??" Chara asked coming around the corner from the living room.  "Pap??  Is everything...  Oh no, not you now?!"

"HEY, HONEY.  YEAH, THE STINKY ONE IS NEXT.  CARE TO SIT HERE A MOMENT?  I NEED TO SHOWER," Papyrus greeted her.

"Have you already given him medicine and everything?"

"YES, I JUST DON'T WANT TO LEAVE HIM WHILE HE'S THROWING UP."  Chara felt Serif's forehead to find it was burning hot, sighed, and gave her husband a parting kiss before taking his seat.

"Mom, I'm really okay by myself if you want to go back to bed," Serif groaned.

"I know you are, love.  But, we don't want to leave you alone.  You're still my baby even if you look down at me now.  You'll always be my boy and we'll always want to take care of you.  There will be a time we won't be able to be there and you'll have to do this on your own.  Now is not that time, my love," Chara soothed him best she could handing him his tea to sip.  "Your dad forgot the crackers.  Though... as much as you ate, you might not need them..."

"Mom?... Can you make me broth instead?"

"Of course, love.  I'll be right back."  Once Serif was tucked back in with a bucket by his bed, Chara told him, "Don't try to climb the stairs.  Call my phone and I'll come to you, okay?  I know you're big and think you can do things on your own, and many things you can, but I don't like leaving you alone when you're sick.  Don't sleep on your back either."  Serif nodded and tried to lay down to sleep.  Papyrus kissed his temple after Chara and they headed back upstairs.  Passing the bathroom, Chara stalled.

"ARE YOU ALRIGHT, DEAR?" her husband asked with concern for her this time.

"Actually... Pap... I haven't felt great today...  I don't- Oh shit!" she exclaimed in the same fashion as her son and hit the toilet.

"WELL," Papyrus scoffed, "THERE ARE LESS RUDE WAYS FOR YOU BOTH TO SAY YOU DIDN'T LIKE MY COOKING THAN TO TOSS IT."

"Shut... the hell up... Papyrus..." Chara struggled to joke back with her head in the porcelain.  "Paaap..." she whined tossing the rest of her stomach's contents.

Kneeling down, he felt her forehead to find she was also feverish.  "WOWIE!  YOU'RE HOT, AND NOT IN THE USUAL WAY I MEAN IT.  I'M GOING TO SKIP WORK TOMORROW AND TAKE CARE OF YOU BOTH."

"No... don't... don't worry 'bout me...  I'm fine, I can take care of myself and Serif..."

"NO YOU CANNOT.  LOVE, I KNOW YOU'RE STRONG BUT YOU HAVE ALSO COME DOWN WITH THIS BUG.  BESIDES," he leaned in rubbing her back, "YOU'RE MORE IMPORTANT THAN THAT."

"What about work though?...  They need you..."

"ELODIE CAN HANDLE A DAY BY HERSELF.  THE KITCHEN WILL BE FINE ONE DAY.  I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORK.  I WOULDN'T HAVE HESITATED TO STAY HOME WITH SYLF OR KABEL EITHER, BUT I KNOW I CAN RELY ON YOU TO TAKE THAT RESPONSIBILITY SO I CAN FOCUS ON MAKING MONEY.  YOU NEED HELP NOW AND THAT'S WHAT I'M HERE FOR.  WE'RE A TEAM HERE AT HOME FIRST, THEN WORK.  REMEMBER?" Payrus assured his wife.

"It's been so long since I've actually needed takin' care of...  I forgot what it was like..."

"EXCUSE YOU.  I TAKE CARE OF YOU ALL THE TIME!"

"I know, Pap.  I was just teasing...  I don't feel well and was trying to take my mind off it."

"OH, I'M SORRY, DEAR.  YOU HANG TIGHT AND I'LL GET YOU MEDICINE, A TOWEL, A WET CLOTH, AND A GINGER-ALE."

"Thank you - I love you..."

"I LOVE YOU, MY DEAR, WITH ALL MY SOUL.  JUST REMEMBER THAT WHEN THINGS ARE ROCKY WITH THE BUSINESS AND WE'RE NOT TOGETHER AS MUCH."  He returned shortly with the promised items and pulled her shoulder length auburn hair out of her face.

"Papa?..." a small voice called from the doorway.  Sylfae had woken up hearing the commotion.

"YES, MINION?" he replied scooping her up to put her back to bed except he decided to put her with Kabel so he wasn't alone if he awoke.  He stepped into the bedroom to see his child had managed to stretch himself across half of the king sized bed.  "WONDERFUL..." he sighed.  "AT LEAST HE'S ASLEEP..."

"Is Momma okay?  Is her tummy bad too?"

"YES, PUMPKIN, MOMMA ISN'T FEELING WELL AND PAPA IS GOING TO TAKE CARE OF HER AND BUBBY.  THEY'RE BOTH ILL TONIGHT WITH THE BUG."

"Is-Is it my fault Momma and bubby are sick?" Sylfae asked tearing up while Papyrus covered her with her blankets.

"SHH... NO, PUMPKIN, NOT AT ALL.  EVERYONE JUST GETS SICK SOMETIMES, EVEN MOMMA," he reassured her.

"You're never sick..."

"MONSTERS DON'T CATCH HUMAN AILMENTS.  WE CAN HAVE DAYS WE DON'T FEEL WELL BUT HUMAN GERMS AND BACTERIA DON'T AFFECT US.  YOU KIDS AREN'T LUCKY IN THAT TO WHICH I AM SORRY.  NOW, LIE DOWN AND SLEEP.  YOU'RE GOING TO SCHOOL TOMORROW WHETHER YOU'RE TIRED OR NOT.  TWO DAYS IS PLENTY TO RECOVER."

"Yes, Papa.  I love you..."

"I LOVE YOU TOO, PUMPKIN.  GOODNIGHT."

"I love you more..."

"I LOVE YOU MORE, AND WE BOTH KNOW I CAN COUNT HIGHER.  SO, CLOSE THOSE PRETTY AMBER-RED EYES AND SLEEP."  Papyrus kissed her cheek and received one in turn before she rolled over and snuggled her favorite stuffed dinosaur that used to be Serif's.  After tucking both little ones in and feeling Kabel's forehead, he then ran back downstairs to check on Serif who was still battling the nausea while cradling the bucket.

"Dad?" Serif cried pitifully from the can.  "Dad, I don't feel good, I feel like crap, I want it to stop," he sobbed like small child as if he were his siblings' age again.  Hearing the distress in his son's voice broke Papyrus's heart.

"I KNOW, SON.  I'M SORRY.  I'M GOING TO BE HERE TONIGHT AND TOMORROW, ALRIGHT?  IT'S JUST A TWENTY-FOUR HOUR BUG.  IT WILL PASS, I PROMISE," he comforted the boy wrapping his boned arms gently around his shoulders and petting his crown.  Taking the bucket from him to set aside, Papyrus held his oldest while he cried a moment from just feeling awful.  "HEY, IT'S ALRIGHT.  I DON'T MIND YOU CRYING ON ME IN THE LEAST, BUT IT'S JUST GOING TO UPSET YOUR STOMACH EVEN MORE.  I'M SURE YOU FEEL BAD ENOUGH, SO TRY TO CALM DOWN, OKAY?  CAN YOU DO THAT FOR ME?"  Serif nodded and wiped his eyes on his sleeve but returned to hugging his dad.

"I'm sorry, I'm not used to being sick..."

"I KNOW.  YOU WERE THE HEALTHY ONE OF THE THREE.  BUT, DON'T BE SORRY AT ALL.  EVERYONE IS SICK SOMETIMES; IT'S A PART OF LIFE.  AND, I'M RIGHT HERE, HOWEVER, I DO NEED TO MAKE SURE MOMMA ISN'T DROWING IN THE TOILET."  Serif let him go in exchange for a clean trash can.  Papyrus returned to the bathroom to find Chara curled up on the floor like the children do when they're sick, too afraid to stray from the best receptacle for purging.  No one wanted to deal with the mess of being sick and flushing it away was the easiest clean up.  "WHAT CAN I DO, LOVE?" he asked sitting on the tub wall to pat her.

"Kill me...  please..." Chara groaned.

"NOPE, TRY AGAIN."

"Use some magic to rub my back...  That always feels nice..."

"THAT I CAN DO."  Tentative husband Papyrus lowered himself to the floor and gently massaged her back with a touch of his healing magic.  Had the magic been the kind that would help a virus, he would have cured all of his household.  Unfortunately, his healing was only good for physical damage such as broken bones and cuts or burns.  He did use this trick on all of them to calm them down or bring some kind of comfort.

"How is Serif?"

"DOING ABOUT AS WELL AS YOU, DEAR.  I JUST CHECKED ON HIM AND KABEL AFTER PUTTING MINION BACK TO BED."

"Thank you, Pap...  I can always count on you...  No matter what, even if things aren't going the best... even if I'm feeling like we're drifting apart, you always come back to remind me how much you truly love me and the kids...  I'm sorry I expect so much sometimes..." she started crying too.

"I'M SORRY THINGS HAVEN'T BEEN AS ROMANTIC OR EXCITING AS THEY USED TO BE...  I KNOW I HAVE BEEN SLACKING-"

"No!  No, you are wonderful, Pap.  I'm just still childish when it comes to your attention.  I know you're just trying to provide while also being happy with how you do it.  I understand... I just... miss you sometimes... when it's ten at night and your side of the bed is cold...  I know I can't have you here and working to make a living for us...  I wouldn't mind working to share the burden..."

"I DON'T WANT YOU TO WORK!  YOU TAKE A LOT OF BURDEN OFF BY BEING HERE FOR THE KIDS!  PLUS, THE FIRST TIME ANYONE WAS CROSS WITH YOU OR TALKED TO YOU THEY WAY THEY DO YOUR SISTER, I WOULD GO TO PRISON.  HONEY, I DON'T THINK YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH I MISS YOU AND THE KIDS.  I WOULD LOVE NOTHING MORE THAN TO BE HOME EVERY NIGHT BY EIGHT, BUT IT'S JUST NOT POSSIBLE TO PAY FOR EVERYTHING AND NOT PROPERLY MANAGE THE RESTAURANT.  I'M TRAINING ELODIE, BUT SHE'S NOT READY YET TO BE ON HER OWN MORE THAN A COUPLE OF DAYS AT A TIME.  IT WILL BE BETTER SOON, I PROMISE.  YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE YOU FOR STICKING BY ME EVEN WHEN YOU FEEL LEFT OUT.  IT'S NEVER MY INTENT TO MAKE YOU FEEL THAT WAY EITHER.  YOU'RE SUCH A GOOD WOMAN AND A GREAT PARTNER, AND I'M SO GRATEFUL TO HAVE YOU IN MY CORNER.  I'M TRYING, I SWEAR.  I LOVE YOU DEEPLY, CHARA.  YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND, MY BETTER HALF, AND MY TRUE LOVE."

"Paaap... I lo-ugh... I love-"  Before she could finish her sentence, Chara hit the bowl with another bout of nausea.

"WELL, I'M SORRY MY DECLARATION OF TRUE LOVE MADE YOUR STOMACH TURN."

"Now is not... ugh... a good time for your smartass remarks..."

"SORRY, DEAR.  JUST TRYING TO BE LIGHTHEARTED TO HELP YOU FEEL BETTER.  BABY, I'M GOING TO MAKE MY BED ON THE COUCH SO I CAN HEAR YOU AND STINKER IF EITHER OF YOU NEED ME."

"Thank you... I love you... my best friend, my rock, my husband..."

"I LOVE YOU TOO.  TRY TO REST, LOVE."  It wasn't a lie.  Papyrus really did miss his family while working so much and would rather be home wrestling with his brood.  He truly preferred his lovely wife stay home and be comfortable while taking care of the other responsibilities.  But, he would also rather bust his proverbial ass at his own business, as his own boss, while doing what he loved than go back to working a mundane desk job sorting paperwork for someone else.  He loved working with his sister in law, but the politics he could do without.  He was much happier even if it meant sacrificing a little time now for more in the future because he didn't plan on going like this forever and looked forward to retiring earlier than he could if he were still with the Embassy.  His business had brought in more than enough to sustain them and provide luxuries, but only because he was so meticulously involved with it day in and day out for the six days it was open.  Papyrus had a plan for the long run and would eventually only be checking in a couple days a week or if they were short on occasion.  His passion was cooking, true.  And, he loved it, yes.  However, his true love was his family and being a husband and a father more than anything.

@papara-week

[theorphicangel]

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tags: no warnings, fluff, I guess crack 🧍🏿‍♂️, established relationship, (gn) reader

You tried.

You truly did.

You had watched him countless times every morning and every evening.

Observing the silver spoon between his fingertips rotate in short quick circles. You knew that he was specific about the way he made his tea and somehow it always intrigued you, so after watching his routine numerous times you saw yourself as an expert.

You never got the chance to make him a cup of tea. Nor did he ever ask for you to make him a cup. Before you could offer he would already be halfway into making one, exactly the way he liked it and he always included a mug for you despite the fact you never requested for one. It was just a simple gesture.

But today you wanted to surprise him.

So when you saw the rare scene of the dark haired man sound asleep next to you, you quickly took your chance and quietly crawled out of bed desperate not to awake him. An oversize shirt covered your body as you tiptoed to your shared kitchen, bare feet touching the cold tiles making you shiver slightly as the morning chill came over you.

You opened a cupboard and took out cups for the pair of you.

It was easy right?

Making tea is one of the simplest things in the world.

You made your way back to your shared bedroom, both hands carrying a mug, knuckles slightly burning up against the cup as you held them by the handle. Not long after you successfully made it to the bedroom without spilling a drop.

To your surprise the short figure was sitting upright in bed, the sunlight pouring through which illuminated his features.

“Oh, you’re awake.” you mumbled as you wandered over to the bed and handed the cup to Levi before you sat down. You sat on his lap to which he slightly grumbled under his breath.

He raised a brow as you handed him the mug, “Tea?” he questioned softly, surprised that you went out of your way to make him a cup. You gazed over at his features, messy strands of jet black hair dropping over his face which was unusual to sight to see.

You hummed, “Well, I tried.”

You were fairly curious to whether you made it correctly and what seemed like thousands of times watching him make tea you would’ve thought that magically the experience would pass down to you. Before you took a sip of the drink his voice stopped you “Why?”

You hummed in confusion at him, looking directly as the sun illuminated his grey eyes. He then again repeated, “Why would you make me tea?”

You paused for a second, not expecting that question from him, “Well why not? Do you think I did something to it?l

A light snort escaped from him. He looked down with his finger circling the rim of the cup. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”

“Just drink the goddamn tea.”

You watched him closely as he slowly raised the cup to his mouth, a near invisible stream of smoke evaporating upwards as his lips slowly parted. You sat on his thighs taking in the moment, the peace and stillness of the morning. His features, simple and bare yet inviting and warm.

But just before the rim of the cup and his mouth made contact his gaze turned to you and he brought the cup back down.

He noticed you staring at him, “What? Do I have something on my face?”

You shook your head, “No.”

“Then stop looking at me like that.”

“Or what?”

“Don’t test me.” he warned, giving you a look before raising his cup again, you tried your best to hold back a laugh. He finally took a small sip and you watched as he swallowed the liquid down, eagerly waiting for his feedback.

You chewed on your lip as your eyes scanned his expression for any response, of course he remained composed and vague. You had to prompt him for a reply, “So…? How was it?”

He met eyes with you and paused, looking down at the cup and then back up at you again.

“Fucking disgusting.”

Your face dropped, sure it wasn’t perfect but that was the last response you hoped to get. You looked down at your own mug watching the steam escape upwards into the air as you started to feel disappointment wash over you. You raised a brow as you held up the cup to take a sip for yourself to taste, your eyes meeting with his impassive expression.

It only took a small sip for you to understand that Levi wasn’t being harsh. It was truly horrible. You had no idea how Levi could swallow it instantly whereas you let out a small choke before letting the liquid sit in your mouth for a while before finally swallowing it.

“Shit, you’re right.” you whispered, looking down at the cup, questioning its contents.

Levi let out a sigh before poking at you, “Come on, let me show you the proper way to make tea.”

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a/n: i was mostly inspired by david perron’s insta post which is the bottom left pic! i thought it was cute and something andrei would do so here we go. i have one more dad!drei idea that i'm gonna work on and then moving to some different prompts that you guys have sent in and some smutty stuff too! since it worked so well last time, i’m posting this before i go to the isles/flyers game, give me all the positive energy!!

word count: 2.2k

tw: none

summary: andrei gets a hat trick and surprises you and the kids

It’s late when Andrei finally gets home and you wake up briefly when you hear the shower turn on. Andrei’s quick, climbing into bed with wet hair just a few minutes after he started his shower. You yawn, eyes closed, and turn towards him, scooting across the mattress to curl up against him.

“Hi,” you mumble, brushing your nose against the collar of his white undershirt. He smells like soap and Andrei, with a faint hint of airport. You’re half-asleep and still your body reacts to him, the familiar desire warming between your legs.

“Hi,” he replies into your hair, one hand sliding around your back and resting in between your shoulder blades and the other resting on the small swell of your stomach. He taps lightly against the bump and he can’t feel it, but you feel the faint flutter of the baby moving around.

You relax completely in his arms, slipping your leg in between his. “How was the game? I fell asleep,” you laugh quietly, apologetically. Between running after three energetic little girls and growing a fourth child, you’re basically permanently exhausted these days. Once Evie had fallen asleep at 8:30, you’d wiped down the kitchen and crawled into bed yourself, barely catching a minute of the game.

Andrei huffs a small laugh and says, “it was good. Sat in the box for a bit.” His hand rubs slow, lazy circles on your upper back and it’s so warm in his embrace.

“Of course,” you smile to yourself. “My little criminal, leading the team in penalty minutes. I couldn’t be more proud.” You’re fading fast and fall back asleep before Andrei can even respond.

When you wake up for real at your usual time in the morning, there’s a steaming mug of peppermint tea on the bedside table and a tiny foot pressed against the side of your thigh. You roll over and spot Kira, horizontal across the bed and letting out soft little baby snores. Her hair is a messy halo around her face and she’s got the corner of her blankie clutched in one hand. Two months shy of her second birthday, your youngest daughter must’ve woken up at some point after Andrei got home. She’s usually pretty good about soothing herself back to sleep, but he must’ve wanted to get in some extra cuddles and brought her back to your bed. You’re honestly a little surprised that you didn’t wake up through any of the movement.

Carefully climbing out of bed, you leave Kira in the middle of the mattress, piling pillows around her to prevent her from rolling even though you know from experience that once this kid is out, she’s out and not moving. You brush your teeth quickly and wash your face, feeling more awake as you pull on a sweater and leggings. It’s cool for late-March and you’re grateful for the warm mug of tea wrapped in your hands as you pad down the stairs in your Ugg slippers.

“Morning, Drei,” you murmur quietly, sliding up behind your husband.

Andrei looks up from the island counter, a weird expression on his face. It’s a mix of shifty and excited and your eyebrows draw together, “what’s going on?”

“You really didn’t watch any of the game?” He asks, a curious lift in his tone. You shake your head, distracted by how horny his accent is making you. Despite your exhaustion, the second trimester hormones are keeping you in a constant state of desire for your husband.

“No,” you sip at the tea, trying to look around the bulk of his frame to see what’s on the counter. “I passed out and slept until you came home.”

He grins proudly, stepping to the side and showing off the three pucks piled on the counter. “Missed another hat trick,” he announces, gesturing like a game show host.

You’re surprised and delighted, beaming back at Andrei, “oh my god! I can’t believe I missed it.” You set your mug on the counter and step into Andrei’s personal space to give him a kiss. Your hands curl in the fabric of his t-shirt and his hands land on your waist, pulling you close. “I’m so proud of you,” you whisper against his lips. It’s not the first hat trick of his career or even of the season, but it never gets old.

“Thank you, solnyshka,” he replies, the tips of his ear flushing pink. “One puck per kid.”

When you pull back, you notice that there are three pieces of paper spread out on the counter. Each paper has one of the girls’ names on it and Andrei unstacks the pucks, setting a piece of paper in front of each one.

“Thought it might be a fun surprise,” he shrugs.

You kiss the corner of his mouth, feeling his lips tilt up in a smile. “They’re going to love it! Or well, the big two will. Kiry is just going to be happy to have you home.” The toddler is obsessed with Andrei and who can blame her? You’ve created a little pack of daddy’s girls, helped, probably, by the fact that Andrei is like a giant kid himself sometimes.

“I’m glad we have a little home stand,” Andrei says, leaning back against the counter and keeping you close with his arms wrapped loosely around your waist. “I’ve missed you and the girls.”

“We missed you too,” you reply softly, resting your palms against his chest. “How about I go get the girls up? You can surprise them.”

He nods and you traipse back up the stairs to get the girls awake. Evie grumbles for a minute, but wakes up easily, already chattering by the time you’re down the hall in Alina’s room. The four and a half year old is less amenable to waking up and howls like a wild cat when you nudge her. At the promise of a surprise though, she’s awake and skeptically following along. It’s like the Pied Piper in your house, a little parade as you lift Kira from your bed and head downstairs. Kira’s face is tucked in your neck, her warm baby breath tickling your skin. You rub her back in soft circles and she wakes up slowly, jolting when her big sisters spot Andrei and shriek, “Daddy!” before running into his arms. He squats down and catches them in his arms, lifting them and kissing their cheeks.

“My girls!” He exclaims, smiling widely. “I’ve missed you.”

Alina pats his cheeks, “too scratchy, I don’t like.”

You and Andrei both laugh at her blunt honestly. “Sorry, Alya. Daddy will shave,” he promises and you frown a little. You like the beard and especially how it feels against your skin.

“We missed you, Daddy,” Evie says, cuddling close. “Mommy had to kill a spider and it was funny because she screamed. And she and Aunt Nykki took us all to see the Easter Bunny because Easter is soon, did you know that? But she said we can see the Bunny again if you want to come. And we played with Gigi and can we get a puppy, Daddy? Mommy said that she already wipes too many butts to add a puppy but I think it would be fun. Also, I FaceTimed Baba and Dedu and Uncle Geno. And Uncle Geno said that I should tell you that he’s the bestest.”

You giggle at the way Andrei’s eyes widen when Evie barely takes a breath as she fills him in on the last few days. “Evie, honey, take a breath,” you laugh. “Daddy can’t listen that fast.”

She whips her head around, hitting Andrei in the face with the end of a messy blonde pigtail. “But I gotta tell him everything before he leaves again!” She yelps, looking at you with big brown eyes full of urgency. Andrei’s smile fades slightly, but he rallies, jiggling them in his arms.

“I’m not leaving for a bit,” he promises, drawing Evie’s attention back. “I’ll be home through Easter, zaychik. And then I’m only gone for a few days and I’ll be back.”.

“Did you bring us a s’pise?” Alina asks, knowing Andrei usually comes back from games with a little toy or a book or something fun.

Grateful for the change in subject and speaking quickly so Evie can’t interject, Andrei grins, “I did. Take a look.” He turns so the girls can see the three puck with their names underneath. “Your papa got another hat trick last night.”

You can hear the pride in his tone and your smile is a little watery with emotion. Kira, awake now, points at a puck and shouts, “mine!” She wiggles out of your arms and toddles to the counter, reaching up as far as her little arms will allow.

“Is that how many goals you scored?” Evie asks, reaching for her puck from Andrei’s arms. She hands Alina one too and Alina runs her fingers over the black rubber.

Andrei nods. “Exactly, one goal for each of my daughters.”

He sets Alina and Evie down so they’re sitting on the counter and picks up Kira so she can reach for her own puck, immediately trying to put it in her mouth. “Oh, ugh, no!” you yelp, reaching forward at the same time as Andrei, to pull the puck from her mouth. “That’s so yucky, Kiry. The puck is disgusting.”

Kira starts crying and shouting, “mine! Mine! Want it!”

Alina looks up blithely and comments, “I think she wantsta eat the puck, Mama.”

“Thank you, Alya,” you mutter. “I didn’t realize that.”

Andrei presses his lips together to smother a snort of laughter and manages to choke a little, coughing and laughing at the same time. You shoot him an amused look and clap your hands together, trying to distract Kira from her hiccuping sobs. “How about breakfast? Should Mama make pancakes? With sprinkles?”

The girls cheer, but Andrei interrupts, “I handled that too. Breakfast, I mean.” He tips his chin towards the counter next to the fridge where, you’re noticing for the first time, a big white bakery box sits. The name of your favorite bakery is stamped on the side and you gasp a little in excitement.

“Oh my god, best husband ever!” You cheer, darting for the box and kissing Andrei’s cheek in a drive-by. The cinnamon buns from this bakery have been a major craving for you, so you’re thrilled to see a giant one covered in cream cheese frosting settled smack in the middle of the box. You swipe a finger through the frosting and sample it before taking the other pastries out of the box and settling them on plates for everyone.

Andrei laughs at your enthusiasm and starts pulling apart a blueberry muffin and feeding Kira small pieces. The older girls dive into their croissants, crumbs flying everywhere as they giggle about getting to eat while sitting on the counter. Alina and Evie slide their pucks around, hitting them against each other like bumper cars and you lean your hip against the counter while you watch them.

“You know,” you comment slyly, your hand sliding over the bump of your stomach, “once this little one gets here, you’re going to have to start scoring four goals a night.”

Andrei snorts, smiling with his dimple, and holds his palm out for Kira to pick at pieces of muffin. “I think I can manage that at least once,” he says. “I should probably start shooting at the net more though, if I want to get up to four or more goals a game.”

“Four or more?” You yelp, choking on your bite of cinnamon roll. You cough, catching your breath and glaring at him. “You think I would okay a fifth kid? Am I crazy?”

“Crazy for me,” Andrei deadpans, mild disgust crossing his features when Kira decides she’s done with her muffin and spits a half-chewed bite back into his hand. He wipes his hand on a napkin and tickles Kira’s side, earning toddler giggles.

Evie tugs on your sleeve and as soon as she has you attention, she launches into another monologue, “Mommy, can we see Uncle Marty and Aunt Nykki and everyone today and see the Bunny again with Daddy? Because I think Daddy would like the Bunny since we do the hops the same and also Daddy calls me zaychik which is Russian for bunny, did you know that?”

You laugh, so in love with your chatty little girl. “I did know that zaychik means bunny, or really little rabbit. And I’ll text Aunt Nykki to see if she and the kids can hang out. But no more sugar for you, okay?”

Both girls clutch their chocolate croissants close, clearly afraid you’ll take their pastries right away, and Andrei laughs at the reaction. He curls his hand over your hip and teases you, “they’re like you, when you don’t want to share your fries with me, solnyshka.”

“I am growing your fourth child, Mister Svechnikov,” you poke his chest with your index finger. “I deserve those fries!”

He grabs your hand and kisses the tip of your index finger, ducking his head and looking up at you from underneath those long eyelashes. He smiles at you, charming and boyish, and if you weren’t already pregnant, that look alone would do the trick.

Maybe a fifth child isn’t entirely off the table.

[starstruckunknown-princess]

A Very Star Wars Christmas Morning

Pairings: Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader, Anakin Skywalker x Reader, Padme Amidala x Reader, Din Djarin/Mando x Reader, Cobb Vanth x Reader, Poe Dameron x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, lots of kissing, marriage proposal, bisexual relationship, same sex relationship, Grogu being an adorable menace

Word Count: 1498

Summary: Headcanons about how my various Star Wars Universe crushes would act on Christmas Morning! This is set in a Modern Earth-based society to make it easier on myself :)

A/N: Happiest and Gentlest of Holidays to all of you! This is my penultimate Fluffcember post and I decided to switch it up and do a series of Headcanons instead of the normal flash piece. Let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy!

Fluffcember Masterlist

Obi Wan Kenobi

Makes coffee and delivers it to you in bed, a peppermint stick dissolving in it cuz “It’s festive!”

As excited as he is for you to open your gift, he won’t rush you out of bed

But he will crawl into bed with you and stare at you while you sip your coffee

Like an adoring puppy

And he’s so damn cute that you relent and let him lead you by the hand into the living room where the tree is set up and the string lights are on and your stockings are full

You’d filled his stocking with bags of his favorite tea, a book you knew he’d been wanting to read, and other thoughtful small gifts

He filled your stocking with some of your favorite candies/treats, plus a small velvet box

A ring box, to be exact

Your brain short circuits. Sure, you’d talked about getting married but you’d thought it was further in the future. Time comes screeching to a halt and there is not a single coherent thought in your mind

By the time your brain starts back up, he’s kneeling in front of you, between your knees where you sit on the couch

“My love, will you do me the immense honor of—”

“Yes”

“You didn’t let me finish.”

“Yes. Obi Wan, yes.”

His smile makes him practically incandescent with joy as he surges up and captures your lips with his in a searing kiss

He slips the ring on your finger when the two of you come up for air some time later

It’s a perfect fit.

Just like him.

Anakin Skywalker

You wake up before he does

I swear, that man sleeps like the dead or not at all, there is no in between

You make yourself coffee and sit on the couch, reading a book or turning on a Christmas movie to pass the time while you wait for him to rise

When he does wake up, he goes directly into the kitchen to make breakfast for the both of you

But not before stopping to kiss your forehead good morning

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart”

While he normally doesn’t cook, he loves cooking breakfast

Probably because it’s difficult to fuck up breakfast food

He’s two cups of coffee in when the two of you sit down at the table, working on a third as he freshens your cup

Since he grew up poor, the holiday wasn’t so much about gifts as it was spending quality time with his loved ones

His mom, Qui Gon, Obi Wan, you

He even offered to host dinner at your home

And then immediately asked Shmi to be in charge of cooking because she’s the only one who can make his holiday favorites exactly how he likes them

You think it’s cute, how much he loves Christmas

When it comes to gift-giving, he’s more about practical gifts than anything. Did you mention something of yours isn’t working as well as it should be? He’s fixed it (or replaced it after trying to fix it). He noticed your sock supply was dwindling, so he got you more.

He does this throughout the year, mind you, but at Christmas he at least makes an attempt at keeping an element of surprise

Breakfast is delicious

You offer to clean up while he starts cleaning the public areas of your home in anticipation of the house full of guests you’re expecting that night

Padme Amidala

You want to spend Christmas in a fancy-ass Hallmark Movie set?

Padme’s your girl

Her entire home is decorated to the nines, holly sprigs, fresh poinsettias, a twelve foot tree with sparkling lights and ornaments

Banisters dripping with garlands

And it constantly smells like spiced cider

Christmas morning you wake up and she’s already downstairs

She hands you a mimosa when you join her downstairs in your pajamas

She’s in her pajamas too, but hers are silk and yours are an old t-shirt and fleece pants

“You look wonderful,” she assures you as you two sit down to your catered breakfast

After breakfast, you two curl up on the couch together

Snuggling, watching movies for a while before you have to get ready for her annual Holiday Gala

Her gift to you is a piece of jewelry that perfectly compliments the gown you’d picked out for the event

Your gift to her is a framed photo of the two of you in a simple metal frame

She immediately puts it on her nightstand

“So I can see it first thing every day”

You kiss her deeply, not caring that you’ve now both got lipstick all over your faces

That’s what make up people are for, right?

Din Djarin

With how much he travels, he barely keeps track of the day of the week

Much less the actual date

He does notice the snow on the ground and the incessant holiday music in stores and on the radio, so he knows it’s coming up

And he loves you

And he knows how much you love Christmas

So he makes sure to remember to get you a gift

Something thoughtful and sentimental, not extravagant or flashy

Grogu helps him pick it out

Grogu also insists on wrapping it himself

On Christmas morning Din bashfully presents you with what looks like a ball of wrapping paper covered with layers of tape

Grogu smiles when you praise his wrapping job

Din can’t imagine loving you more than he already does

You’re so good with his kid

You’re so good with him

So when you manage to get through the layers of tape and paper to reveal the gift and your face lights up, eyes brightening when you look at him

He falls deeper for you

When he opens the gift you got for him

(Impeccably wrapped, by the way -- what are you, a professional?)

He nearly chokes on the sip of coffee he just took

It’s a mudhorn amulet

“I noticed you lost your other one and it seemed important to you.”

“I-it’s the symbol of my…of our clan.”

“You and Grogu?”

“And you, too. If you’d like,” he adds quietly

You brighten again

And you answer him with a kiss

Grogu makes obnoxious gagging sounds

Cobb Vanth

You’re still asleep when he gets off duty

So he slips into bed with you and pulls you close

He only intends on cuddling until you wake up

But then his eyes slip closed and he’s out like a light — it was a busy night

You wake up to his light snores, still wearing his sheriff’s uniform shirt

As much as you’d like to let him keep sleeping, you two have to get to Peli’s for Christmas brunch and Secret Santa

So you gently wake him up with kisses along his strong jaw and neck

“Mmmm, don’t start something you can’t finish, darlin’” he growls, eyes still closed

“I’d love that, but we’ve got to be at Peli’s in an hour and, no offense love, but you need a shower.”

He groans and turns over, grabbing you by the waist and taking you with him

You squeal in surprise

His eyes are still closed

You decide to let him rest for a bit longer

Peli won’t mind if you’re late

Poe Dameron

You’re visiting his dad for Christmas and wake up to the two of them singing along with the Michael Buble Christmas album in the kitchen while they bang around making breakfast

You sneak out of the guest room and sidle up to the kitchen

Poe notices you first, dark eyes landing on yours

“Morning babe!” He exclaims as he bounces over to you and kisses your cheek

Out of the corner of your eye you catch his dad watching the exchange, a wistful look on his face

The three of you eat breakfast in the living room, White Christmas playing on mute while you all open presents

Poe’s dad immediately cracks into the bottle of whiskey you bought for him

The three of you share it

Poe disappears mid-afternoon to get dinner going

His dad, half-drunk in his recliner, smiles at you

“I don’t think I’ve seen a man so in love since I met his mother. You make him really happy.” 

“He makes me really happy too.” 

“What are you two talking about?” Poe asks from the kitchen

“Nothing!” you and his dad both exclaim

You join him in the kitchen a few moments later, hugging him from behind while he stirs something on the stove

“Well hey there” he says, turning around and hugging you back “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” you say, running a hand through his dark curls, “You just make me really happy.”

He responds by kissing you lightly, then turns off the burner and turns his attention to kissing you like he means it

Which he does

The two of you make out in the kitchen until you hear his dad get up from his recliner, then split apart like two teenagers getting caught

[baronessblixen]

It's been a while since I sent you a PROMPT but here's one if you're interested. Takes place shortly after Fowley's first reappearence: Mulder and Scully are on a case. In the middle of the night S wakes up to use the restroom. Through the connecting door she hears M calling Diana's name in sleep. Scully gets all insecure over the days/weeks that follow and it takes an unexpected development to find out that M was not calling for Diana in his dream but Dana

Season 6 angst/jealous Scully

Fictober Day 23 | Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2022 | Wc: 2,110

I Saw You In My Dreams

She shouldn’t have had that second cup of tea in the afternoon. Scully crawls out of her unusually comfortable motel bed, her eyes barely open, and makes her way to the bathroom to relieve her bladder.

She checks the time in passing, seeing that it’s just after 4 am, meaning she’ll get less than two more hours of sleep if she falls back asleep right away.

After using the bathroom, she notices that the connecting door to Mulder’s room is half open. One of them must have forgotten to close it last night. That makes her smile.

She glimpses at Mulder, just wanting to know he’s asleep, and not caught up in a nightmare. Once she’s convinced he’s fine, she gets back into her own bed, closing her eyes. Before sleep takes her again, she hears rustling from Mulder’s room and lifts her head.

“Hm, no,” she hears Mulder mumble. “Don’t… no.” She sits up in bed again, ready to run in there and wake him from a nightmare. It wouldn’t be the first time. She only catches shreds of what he’s saying, his voice a mere mumble.

“I… no… want… I… want… Diana.”

Just like that, Scully is wide awake. Diana. She is certain that’s what he said. Diana. He wants Diana. Her stomach twists and tears shoot to her eyes. She lies back down, pulling the comforter over her ears. She doesn’t want to hear another word from the other room.

He’s not having a nightmare at all. He’s dreaming about Diana. Probably doing god knows what with her in his dreams. Scully presses her eyes closed, just like she used to when she was a teenager and she didn’t want anyone to see her cry.

The other room falls quiet again, but Scully can’t fall back asleep. Every time she closes her eyes, she sees Mulder and Diana, smiling at each other, with herself in the background, forgotten and discarded.

The next morning, Mulder is chipper. No wonder, Scully thinks bitterly, drinking her coffee. After all, he didn’t wake up in the middle of the night. No, he slept perfectly fine, dreaming about his ex-partner. Or, Scully thinks as she watches Mulder smear a bagel with a smile on his face, she might no longer be an ex. The thought hits her like a bucket of cold water.

Mulder owes her no explanation. He and Diana could have rekindled their relationship at any time during the last few months. Scully knows he’s been to visit Diana while she recovered from getting shot. She takes another sip from her coffee, her stomach revolting from the bitterness she tastes.

“You’re quiet today, Scully,” Mulder says, regarding her with a concerned look.

“I didn’t sleep well,” she says. That, after all, is not a lie. Mulder nods as if he knows what she’s talking about.

“We should wrap this case up today and then you can sleep in your own bed again.” The smile he gives her is so disarming that she has to swallow hard. The lump in her throat remains. She smiles back quickly, hoping he won’t catch her mood, or see her eyes fill with tears.

She’s not at all thinking about her bed and sleeping in it. Her thoughts are caught up on Mulder wanting to go home to share his bed with someone who isn’t Scully. Diana. Her mind replays the moment from last night and Mulder’s mumbling. She can’t blame him for what he dreams about, but she can’t deny that it stings nevertheless.

Weeks pass and the invisible wound festers, itching from time to time. Mulder is oblivious to her contemplative moods, and ditches her to explore the Queen Anne, risking his life in the Bermuda Triangle. Her anger over his stupidity evaporates as soon as she sees him in his hospital bed, alive and breathing.

She wants to hold him, stay with him, and make sure nothing else happens. But it’s not her place. When he tells her he loves her, after giving her a recount of the most fantastical story about her doppelgänger in the 1930s, she convinces herself that he’s delusional. That he just mistook her presence for Diana’s and that those words were not meant for her. Scully doesn’t doubt that he loves her. Like a friend. After all, she’s not the one he’s dreaming about.

He calls her up in the middle of the night not long after the Bermuda Triangle disaster to bring her to Nevada with him to meet yet another source who promises top-secret information. It’s the first time she wonders if this is worth it. Is this what she wants her life to be? Should she be thankful that he brought her instead of Diana? Someone who would appreciate this journey, sharing his belief that this time, this is it.

He lives his own life separate from hers, but if Scully were to have a private life, with a man who isn’t Mulder, how would she explain that her partner just calls her up in the middle of the night sometimes, expecting her to drop everything and meet him? How would she explain that up until now, she never questioned it, and even got a kick out of it?

The worst is that every time Scully imagines herself with someone, whether it’s in steamy dreams, on her weekly grocery trips, or lounging on the couch on a lazy Sunday, the face she sees next to hers is Mulder’s.

“Don't you ever just want to stop? Get out of the damn car? Settle down and live something approaching a normal life?” With Diana. She leaves that last part out, watching him for his reaction.

“This is a normal life,” he says.

And maybe, Scully thinks, it is. For him, anyway. Maybe even for Diana. But not for Scully.

*

Kroner, Kansas brings about it the most perfect storm. After that cow incident – and Scully still can’t quite grasp that a cow crashed through the roof of Mulder’s room – she and Mulder are forced to share a room. It’s bad enough that everyone here thinks they’re a couple. She wants to tell them that nothing could be further from the truth. That her partner has someone else waiting for him back home.

“Um, I think I should tell you something,” Mulder says later when they’re getting ready for bed. She doesn’t know how he did it, but there’s a cot in here, cramping the little room. Scully asked for one earlier and was told they didn’t have any spare beds. But of course, Mulder used his charm to get one. He probably explained that Scully isn’t his girlfriend and that his actual girlfriend would mind.

His expression gives him away. This is the moment she will remember for months, if not years, to come. Mulder is going to admit that he and Diana are back together. She steels herself, sits upright, and wills the tension in her jaw not to get out of control.

“Okay,” she says hoping she sounds calm.

“For the last few months, um, this is difficult to say.” He starts pacing the room, running a hand through his hair from time to time. “The last few months,” he begins again and Scully presses her fingernails into the skin of her palms, making it sting, lessening the emotional pain Mulder is going to inflict any second now.

“Mulder, just say it,” she pleads with him.

“Well, okay. These last few months I’ve been having dreams and um, apparently I sometimes talk in my sleep, too.” He colors and Scully blanches. There’s only one person who could have told him that he talks in his sleep.

“That is all?” She asks. He nods, uncertain.

“I wanted you to know considering we’re sharing the room. In case I end up screaming your name.”

“I doubt you’ll be screaming my name,” Scully mumbles but Mulder hears her.

“I wasn’t completely honest, Scully,” he says. “The dream… it involves… well, you. It’s always the same and I… um, I wasn’t kidding when I said I might end up screaming your name.”

“But,” Scully says, confused. “I heard you,” she goes on. “How long have you been having this dream?” It can’t be. It was Diana’s name she heard, not hers. There’s a whole world between Diana and Scully.

“It started sometime after we got back from Antarctica,” he says. The timing fits. He would have been having the dream when they had adjoining motel rooms. “But what do you mean your heard me?”

“One of our first cases back,” she says. “I went to use the bathroom and you were dreaming. I didn’t know whether it was a bad dream so I- it sounded like a good dream and you, um, you didn’t say my name.”

“But I did say a name.” Mulder sits down next to her on the bed and even though there’s enough space for the two of them, their thighs press together. She can smell his shower gel, his shampoo and his minty-fresh breath. It’s awfully distracting at a moment like this.

“You did.”

“Please tell me it wasn’t Skinner,” he jokes.

“It wasn’t.”

“Then what? Come on, Scully. If this case is teaching us anything it’s to be honest with each other. Unless you want me to make it rain broken hearts too?”

“You can’t control the weather, Mulder. Neither can Holman.”

“Eh, we’ll see. Now please just tell me what I said.”

“Diana,” Scully says, moving away from Mulder in need of some space.

“Diana?” He asks, sounding surprised. “That… that makes no sense. Are you sure you-”

“I know what I heard, Mulder.”

“I’m not sure you do,” he says softly. “Here’s what I’ve been dreaming. We’re back in Antarctica but I’m too late. I can’t find you. I’m being captured by CSM and his cronies and they keep asking me what I want. I say your name. Over and over again and they punish me for it. They show me pictures of women and they all look the same. You’re never one of them. I ask for you again, one last time, and that’s when… that’s when CSM says… um, I’d rather not say.” Mulder’s voice is thick with emotion and no matter what has happened in these last few weeks, Scully is by his side in an instant, hugging him to her.

“I had no idea, Mulder,” she says, cradling his head against her middle.

“I didn’t want you to know,” he says, his voice muffled. “So you see, Diana has no part in this.”

“Mulder,” she says with a sigh. “Maybe it was a different dream.”

“Don’t remember any dreams about Diana.”

“We don’t remember all our dreams.”

“Why are you so convinced I said Diana?” He asks, looking up at her.

“Scully and Diana don’t sound at all alike,” she says.

“Are you sure, Dana?” And that’s when it hits her. Diana and Dana. Their names separated by one simple letter.

“You- you never call me Dana.”

“In my dreams I do. Sometimes,” he adds with a smile.

“You’ve been saying my name,” Scully repeats, going through every moment with Mulder in those last couple of months. His I love you. Him calling her up to go with her. Him asking her to help her on a case. She hasn’t been his second choice. She’s not his consolation prize.

“I haven’t even seen or heard from Diana,” Mulder says. “No wait, she left a message the other day. I forgot to get back to her.” Scully feels like kissing him. The tension inside her bursts and she grins at him, unable to stop herself.

“I’m glad my nightmare is making you happy, Scully.”

“It doesn’t,” she assures him, touching his head. “I’m just glad that you-” she’s not ready to explain to him why this has been bothering her so much. The idea of Mulder and Diana is a deep wound in her soul and she needs it to heal first before she can let Mulder in on her own secret. “I’m just glad you told me. Do you want me to wake you up if you have the dream?” She’s still touching his hair, running her fingers through the softness.

“With you near, it probably won’t happen. It’s, um, worse when you’re not around. My neighbor has been complaining.” So that’s how he found out. Again, she has to stop herself from grabbing him and kissing him silly. “

Don’t wake me if you hear me scream your name in pleasure.” He winks at her and Scully playfully swats him. Everything is going to be okay.

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Pairing: Bakugou x reader Genre: Smut, 18+, Mafia AU Trope: Woke up married Dialogue Prompt: “Aren’t we supposed to be working?”  Warnings: overdosing on cold medicine, mixing cold medicine with alcohol, dub-con, mentions of sex while unconscious, vomiting Word Count: 4,480

This is my contribution to this month’s bnharem collab. I was so happy when I spun the roulette wheel and it landed on my favorite au, the mafia au. I hope you all enjoy and make sure to check out everyone else’s contributions here. Also a big thanks to @doinmybesthere​ for being my beta reader and putting so much work into creating the master list for this collab.

“A fever? Are you fucking kidding me?”

You winced at the voice coming out of your phone. You were curled up in bed, a heavy futon draped over your achey, chilled body. “I’m really sorry,” you croaked into the receiver. “I can’t get out of bed; there’s no way I’ll be able to come into work today.”

“You know how important tonight’s meeting is.”

You could feel the fire in the eyes of your underboss as he spat at you about how important tonight’s festivities were. You couldn’t care less. You hated the guy, but more importantly you hated your father for getting you in this mess.

A debt needed to be paid and your family couldn’t afford to take out a second mortgage on the house. So your father, as smart as he thought he was, went to the nicest restaurant on the far side of town where the boss of one of the most dangerous mobs in the city stationed his office.

A debt for a debt. That’s what he told you as he came home smiling with a big check in his wallet. No one in your family knew where he got the money, but he seemed confident enough that he’d be able to pay it back.

A month went by and one day, three scary men knocked on your apartment door. They said they were there to “collect”.

You were terrified. You thought they were there to rob you, to take the money you had been saving in a rainy-day fund. But no, they came to collect you. Now, it’s been four months and you’re still stuck doing odd jobs for them--grocery and coffee runs as well as spending reports and other money related things you are less than qualified to do.

You hate your job. You hate having to put up with the unorthodox hours and the unsavory jobs and the complaints about your work ethic and the having to do it over again because you didn’t do it right the first time. You want out. If you weren’t positive that if you left they would be able to hunt you down, you would have fled the country by now.

But your father’s debt still hasn’t been paid.

“Look,” you pleaded. “I can come in tomorrow and work double my usual time. Please, Kirishima-san, I just need the day to rest.”

“Not a chance. You’re coming in today and that’s final. If you don’t, well, then maybe we need to take an extra payment from your parents.”

Before you could even process what he just said, he hung up the phone.

Another payment from your parents. You couldn’t possibly let them take any more from your family. With a new threat looming over your head, you mustered up enough strength to push off of your futon and get dressed for the clients’ dinner.

By the time it was 7:00 in the evening, you had taken a large swig of cold medicine and were ready to spend the night serving these criminals.

Outside of the restaurant, two bodyguards were stationed at the front door and one at the back entrance. All three of them were dressed in black from head to toe. You, on the other hand, were tasked with serving your boss’s clients, so your outfit differed from theirs.

You were dressed in attire suited for waiting tables. Black slacks stretch across your legs and your pristine shirt was smoothed against your body. A tight black vest clung to your chest and pressed against your boobs, squishing them together. If it weren’t for the fever, chills, and headache, you would look like you belonged with this crowd of criminals.

You flashed your ID to the guard at the back door and he nodded you in. Your eyes had to adjust to the fluorescent kitchen lighting, but once they did you saw how busy everyone was. It truly was one of the most important nights for your boss, so you understood why you were needed. Still, this night would truly take the most out of you.

“Oi, (L/n),” one of your boss’s associates called for you. “Take these to table four. I’ve been covering your ass for the last twenty minutes.”

“Of course, Kaminari-san.” You bowed your head and skirted over to the table where two well-dressed men spoke with one another in a hushed tone. You placed their meals in front of them and bowed your head.

“Wait,” one of them called as you began to walk away. “I asked for a Jasmine tea. This is Sencha.”

“Yeah,” the other one piped up. “And I asked for a Sencha tea and this is Jasmine.”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to yell into the abyss and slap those men across the face. But of course all you did was bow in apology and take the cups back. Kirishima’s words to you over the phone rang loud and clear in your mind.

“Anything they need, you get it for them. These are important people the boss works with and we can’t have idiots like you messing this up for us.”

The men smirked at you and as you turned around to grab their “correct orders,” the man who ordered the Jasmine tea leaned over to leave a hard, painful smack across your ass.

You froze but didn’t say anything and walked away.

It was still early in the night but you had run yourself thin. You needed to sit down or to at least take a sip of water, but there was no room for breaks as you bounced from table to table getting the people what they wanted. You had even left the venue a couple times to retrieve items like the proper creamer one client required in their coffee.

Your throat was so sore and dry and it was aching for a break. Your entire body was aching for a break. But as you saw someone sitting at one of the tables raise her hand to wave you over, you had to put all of your aches aside to tend to her needs.

“Good evening, ma’am.” You bowed your head. “How may I assist you?”

A small smile was on her dark red painted lips. She seemed to be searching for something as she eyed you up and down. “Do you happen to know when Bakugou-san will be joining us?”

Bakugou-san… Were you supposed to know who that is? You had never heard the name before, although you knew your boss had many ties throughout the district. It could be one of them.

“I’m not sure,” you answered honestly. “I could ask my supervisors if they happen to know.”

She waited a moment. She seemed to be searching for something in your expression. “That’s all right. You may go back to work now.”

You bowed and thanked her.

Bakugou-san.

The name did sound familiar, but you’re not sure where you could have heard it. It wasn’t until you were deep in thought, trying to recall where you had heard the name, that you could feel something pushing up against your throat. Oh god. Your stomach was churning.

You ran to the bathroom, pushing someone out of the way to get there. You’d probably hear an earful from Kirishima for pushing a guest, but you needed to find a toilet before--

Oh no.

You barely made it into the stall before emptying the contents of your stomach onto the white tiles of the bathroom floor. Your legs collapsed from under you and you kneeled in your vomit as you coughed up your stomach lining into the porcelain bowl.

Tears fell from your eyes as you struggled to breathe while hacking everything you had into the toilet. The black eyeliner you threw on before leaving the house had smudged into raccoon eyes around your lashes.

You rested your cheek against the toilet, ignoring all of the germs that were most likely crawling up your skin and into your pores. The toilet seat felt cool against your burning cheek and watering eyes. You thought you could die happily here, kneeling on the bathroom tiles in a pile of your slowly cooling vomit.

“Aren’t we supposed to be working here?”

Your eyes shot open, and in trying to stand up you slipped. Your ass landed in the smeared vomit. You winced and let out a drawn out, “fuuuck.”

It took you a moment before opening your eyes again and looking up at the man in front of you. And boy did your eyes widen. He was clearly a guest at the clients’ dinner. His blonde hair was slicked back and the bulge of his muscles under his crisp black button down didn’t go unnoticed by you. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his forearms and as he crossed his arms over his chest, his sleeves began to tighten.

“Who the hell are you and why are you puking on the floor?”

It took you a second to find your voice. “I’m, um...” you trailed off. “(L/n), sir.” You cleared your throat. “I am a worker for the person hosting this dinner.” You tried to stand up and bow, but he put a hand up to stop you.

“You work for them.” It was a statement not a question, but you nodded anyway. “Why? What do you owe?”

You’re not sure why he was asking, but his intimidating glare compelled you to answer his every question. “My dad owes them money,” you admitted. “And he wasn’t able to pay them back.”

“Who do you mean by them?”

You weren’t sure how to answer. You didn’t even know what these people did. For all you knew they were drug mules or assassins. You never wanted to know what they did when you were roped in. After all, the less you knew meant you could have more of a normal life. “The boss,” you finally answered. Who the boss was, you weren’t sure. You answered to Kirishima but he didn’t have much power aside from ordering around you and every other person unfortunate enough to be roped into working for them.

The man in front of you scoffed. “Get up.”

You scrambled to your feet, ignoring the wave of nausea that hit you. The man led you out of the bathroom, and as you walked behind him, people who passed the two of you stopped and stared. Oh no, it had to be from the vomit stains on your leg and down your shirt. You probably stank to high hell and your eyes wouldn’t stop watering from your fever.

The man stopped and you had to keep from bumping into him. “There’s an extra work shirt in the closet,” he said. “There should also be some slacks in there. Leave your dirty clothes in a pile and I’ll have someone collect them.”

His voice was demanding and it took you a moment to register what he said. It wasn’t until he snapped in your face that you moved.

“We don’t have all day, princess.”

You flinched and nodded before scurrying into the closet and flicking the light on. Inside the closet was the restaurant’s sad excuse for a boiler room. The low humming from the machinery brought you back into the present as you searched for the change of clothes you were promised.

There was a crisp white shirt folded on one of the shelves as well as a few different slacks in varying sizes. The shirt was a size too small, so you had to leave the first couple buttons popped open. Before leaving the closet, you tried to think about who the man was and why he was helping you. Was it possible that he wanted something in return?

When you emerged from the closet, he looked you up and down. You were too tired, however, to notice his lingering glare on your chest and the way the button down squeezed your breasts closer together.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, looking down at your shoes. You’re not sure why you were too scared to look into his vermillion eyes, but the way he called you princess earlier as he snapped at you had definitely made you tremble in your core, and you swore that if you looked up to meet his eyes, your fever would only go higher and higher.

“Why the hell’d you come here if you were sick anyway? Are you trying to poison everyone in the damn building?” His words were like little bullets that shot at every one of your doubts of coming in tonight.

You thought back to why you had come in the first place. You were huddled up in your futon that morning when Kirishima called. You begged to stay home, right? But you couldn’t. You squinted hard as you tried to remember why you weren’t allowed to rest. “I was threatened,” you thought out loud. It wasn’t directed towards the man but he nodded in any case.

“(L/n) was it, right?”

You finally managed to look up at him with bleary eyes. “Yeah, um...” You couldn’t seem to remember what his name was. Wait, he hadn’t told you. He had just led you around and given you new clothes, but he never properly introduced himself.

“Bakugou Katsuki,” he said as if he could read your mind. His lips turned up into a smirk. “But call me Katsuki.”

“Katsuki,” you mumbled. “Bakugou Katsuki.” You had heard that name before, but where. “Bakugou,” you mumbled again as if you were trying to put the pieces of a puzzle together. “Bakugou-san.”

He quirked an eyebrow up at you.

“Oh!” It hit you like a ton of bricks and as soon as you shot up, you had to recoil because of the ache in the back of your neck. “There’s a woman looking for you, Bakugou-san, er, Katuki,” you bowed.

He just chuckled. “There’s a lot of people looking for me tonight. Who was it?”

That’s a good question. You squinted as if you were looking deep into your memories to remember who it was who asked for him. “She was a woman,” you remembered. “With long dark hair and dark red lips.”

Katsuki nodded. “I see the Yaoyorozus are here.”

The Yaoyorozus. You weren’t sure what that could mean but you didn’t feel like questioning it, so you nodded instead.

Katsuki was looking down at you. His arms were crossed over his chest but a smirk that had been playing across his face all night wouldn’t seem to go away. “Feeling better?”

You didn’t feel better. Although you felt cleaner in the new clothes, there was still a throbbing in your head that wasn’t going away and the overhead lights made your eyes water. But the way that Katsuki looked at you like he was expecting you to say yes just drew you in.

He could tell that the way you nodded a yes in response to his question was a lie, and his face fell before pushing a hand up to your forehead, checking your temperature. “Have you taken anything today?”

You had to think back to earlier that day when you brought the bottle of cold medicine up to your lips, not even reading the recommended dose before downing what you could and leaving your home. “Yeah, um, I took some medicine.”

The grin that had been spread across Katsuki’s face returned. “Well I guess we’ll have to get you some more.”

He grabbed your wrist and led you through the halls and over to the bar. You didn’t pay attention to where you were going. The world seemed to be going too fast for you to keep up. What you were able to notice was that everyone’s eyes were on you as you gently swayed back and forth, trying to settle yourself down. As you were in your own head, you couldn’t start to picture what everyone else saw when they looked at you. You with your raccoon eyes due to streaky makeup that you couldn’t stop rubbing.

“Here.” Katsuki shoved a glass in your face. “Not necessarily traditional medicine but it’ll get the job done.”

You looked up at the whiskey glass in his hand. The ‘medicine’ was a deep brown color which swirled around as he handed it to you. Your fingers brushed against his thick ones as you took the glass. You lifted it up to your nose and took a deep breath in, gagging at the smell. “Um, I don’t think I should.” You had been warned about mixing alcohol with drugs and the dangers that came with it, but no one had ever told you not to mix drinks with cold medicine. Still, that couldn’t be right, right?

“Come on, it’s good for you,” he egged you on. “Besides, it’ll get that nasty taste out of your mouth.”

You had never tried whiskey before. You were used to lighter drinks, something bubbly with a shot of vodka or two in it. But this was almost too much. You lifted the glass up to your lips and tilted it back. Your lips stung as they made contact with the drink, but you didn’t want to seem weak to Katsuki. He’d taken care of you so far and seemed pleasant enough, albeit intimidating.

As you tipped it back further and took more of the drink into your mouth, Katsuki pushed his hand against the bottom of the glass so you couldn’t tear it away, making sure you would drink every last drop. It stung going down and the cubes pressing against your lip were colder than you expected. You gagged as a couple loose tears rolled down your face from the drink’s burning sensation. You bet you looked even more of a mess now.

“Good girl,” Katsuki said with a low demeanor. With his thumb, he wiped away a drop of whiskey that rolled down your chin.

“And this’ll make me feel better?” You didn’t think you were supposed to drink when you were sick, but you were far too tired to even think about what was wrong and what was right. If he said that it’d make you feel better, then that had to be a good thing. You’re sure of it.

“Sure will.” He placed a firm, calloused hand on your head and stroked down your hair. You nuzzled into his warmth.

It was such a nice sensation that it almost made you forget that you were supposed to be working. That there were people waiting on you to bring them their food and fetch their creamer, people who were ready to slap your ass and laugh as soon as you turned away.

“I have a,” you started, not really sure where that sentence was going. “I have to go back to work.”

As you began walking away, Katsuki stopped you, pulling you back over so your face was practically pressed up against his chest. “No you don’t. You’re sick, remember?”

Right, as if you hadn’t forgotten. But he was right. You were sick and your medicine hadn’t kicked in yet. You couldn’t risk spreading your germs and getting anyone else sick.

You watched the dinner guests from afar. You leaned in to hear conversations about hitmen and other rivaling mobs around town. Some were about money laundering and clients that needed to be taken out, whatever that meant.

At one point, someone asked to pull Katsuki aside and talk alone, but instead he just pulled you closer.

“The hell do you want, Yoarashi?”

Yoarashi was a big guy, bigger than Katsuki, but it was clear even to you that he was intimidated by the blonde in front of him.

“You owe me for what I let you borrow last month.”

“I don’t owe you shit.”

To you, they sounded like they were underwater and you weren’t sure what they were discussing, but you were curious to learn more.

“Come on, Bakugou. Work with me here.”

“I’m a busy man, Yoarashi. Now get out of my face before I have my men take care of you.”

Something about the raw power and the threatening tone behind Katsuki’s voice made you excited. You wanted to melt into his words, but you weren’t sure why.

“Busy man?” Yoarashi scoffed. “Come on, Bakugou. You’ve barely been seen all night. Where have you been, fucking this little lackey of yours?”

He didn’t mean you, did he? Before you could even comprehend what he just insinuated, Katsuki turned you around and pressed your face up against his chest. You could feel yourself growing even hotter as you were pushed into one of his pectorals. One of his hands cupped the back of your head. Was he protecting you?

“Listen here,” you heard him say. “Don’t contact us ever again unless you want to end up like your first boss did. I can make your life a living hell and I will, got that?”

“Don’t think I don’t have other contacts, all right? You aren’t the only one in this town with resources, Bakugou.”

You felt something jab into the other side of Katsuki’s chest. Did Yoarashi hit him? A few seconds went by before you heard the snapping of fingers and two men came over to drag Yoarashi away.

Katsuki released the hold he had on you, and you watched as the tall man struggled out of his hold. “You aren’t gonna tell anyone what you saw here tonight, right princess?”

You shook your head. You weren’t sure what exactly you felt when you saw that man being dragged away. You were scared, of course; scared for your own life and of the raw power that Katsuki seemed to hold. But on top of fear there was something else. There was a tingle between your thighs that wouldn’t seem to go away, and there was also a sense of excitement. Out of all the people here, this man was paying attention to you. You were far from Mafia material, but he clearly saw something in you and you wanted more of his gaze lingering on you.

Your mind felt hazy with Katsuki and you wanted even more. You didn’t know what to do when you felt him smooth his hand down your back. You didn’t know what to do when his usual smirk turned into something much more dangerous. And you didn’t know what to do when he leaned over and pressed his lips against your own.

His lips felt heavenly as they explored you. They were soft and welcoming despite his cold and dangerous exterior. His tongue probed its way into your mouth. He tasted like whiskey and something else which you assumed was just him. He bit your lip and it felt like he smiled when you let out a moan.

When he released, you felt as if the whole world was spinning with Katsuki. You wobbled around a bit and he chuckled. You tried asking if you could sit down, but the words refused to come out. The last thing you remember is seeing the world go black, the sound of the clients’ dinner fading out of earshot, and two strong arms carrying you away from reality.

You were in pain by the time you woke up. Your body, especially your head, ached tremendously and you wished the sun would stop shining so bright through your window. But wait, the window in your bedroom at your apartment faced another building. The sun never shined too bright in the morning when you were at home.

Slowly, you peaked your head out from under the covers and looked around. You weren’t in your bedroom, but you were in a bedroom. The bed you had been asleep in was enormous, but aside from that there was not much else furniture in the room or even any pictures to signify who the room could belong to.

It wasn’t until you sat up that you realized just how exposed you were under the covers. You couldn’t find your clothing anywhere. What were you even wearing last night? Where were you last night?

You remembered being sick and being called into work by Kirishima. You were stressed. You were nauseous. There was a beautiful woman who asked for someone in particular but you were too sick to remember what their name was, right?

And then you raced to the bathroom and met--

A groan from beside you shook you out of your thoughts, and as soon as you saw the person lying in bed next to you, all of your memories came flooding back.

“Morning, baby girl,” Katsuki said.

You didn’t know what to say. Your mouth hung open and you felt lightheaded.

Katsuki was shirtless under the covers and you were too scared to ask if he had anything on covering his lower half. “You put on quite the show last night.”

Last night. Where you met him. What did you do last night? “I...” You didn’t know what to say, and that made Katsuki let out a booming laugh.

“Come on, you remember at least a little of it don’t you?”

You shook your head. Then you shook your head again. You couldn’t stop shaking your head.

Katsuki put a hand on your shoulder and you stopped. He had a shit eating grin spread across his face that you wanted to both punch and kiss at the same time. “First throwing up at my party and then getting blackout drunk in front of all my guests.”

“What?” You could barely remember anything. What did he mean ‘his party’? The clients’ dinner was run by…

Your eyes widened as you realized just who you had found yourself naked in bed with. Who had found you puking on the bathroom floor. Who that stunningly gorgeous woman was asking for earlier.

You clamped a hand over your mouth and Katsuki let out another chuckle. “You really were the life of the party.” He grabbed your wrist and dragged you over to his side of the bed, and you let him. He dragged his hand up and down your exposed body and roughly cupped your sex. “I had a blast toying around with you last night, but now I want you to be able to remember what it feels like when I bury my cock inside of you, sweetheart.”

You hated the way he was grabbing you and the way he forced your legs to open up for him, but what you hated more than any of that was the way his words made your inner thighs ache and how they instinctively parted just for him.

You turned away as he leaned down to smother your chest with rough kisses, and as you looked over to your left hand, you couldn’t help but notice a diamond ring that wasn’t there the night before.