help they shut the cafĂ© in the building i haunt before classes because itâs reading week i will cry
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*à©â©â§âË âYOU⊠CANâT WALK?â *à©â©â§âË
summary: after a night of⊠suspicious activities, you find that your body is rendered useless!! how does your boyfriend react??
feat. diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, childe, kazuha kaedehara, scaramouche, xiao, ayato, al-haitham, kaveh
a/n: blue balled </3
warnings: heavily suggestive however no explicit smut, minors get tf out /lh <33, innuendos, fluff, mentions of âgirlieâ in childeâs, basically after aftercare
â â° DILUC is highkey embarrassed about not being able to resist his urges, so much so that youâre in pain because of him. he apologizes profusely and is so guilty that he hurt you đđ youâll have to reassure him that youâre alright, but that you just need some extra help getting around today or for the next week. heâll be your majestic horse for as long as you need him to. need to go to the bathroom? heâll carry you to and from, waiting for you to be done outside of the door. hungry? heâs already got adelinde cooking something up for you. thirsty? he just bought thirty different flavours of herbal tea. he treats all the love bites heâs given you and iced the bruises on your legs, looking up for your reaction each time. a friend of yours asked why your legs were so shaky and you couldnât walk, and his face exploded into a bright shade of red, making it obvious that your⊠nighttime activities were the cause.
â â° KAEYAâS your knight in shining armour, although sometimes you may want to smack his head. oh, heâll help you alright, but at the cost of your dignity. heâs carrying you bridal-style in his arms, which may sound wholesome, but the things heâs whispering in your ear are clearly not. turning bright red, you nuzzle your head further in his chest to prevent him from looking at you. cute. he chuckles at your reaction, pressing a soft kiss to your head before gently placing you in the bath. the warm water helps your muscles relax more, easing up the tension from your legs. you sigh in relief, sinking further into the bathtub as he scrubs the soap out of your hair. you shiver when he blows over your hickeys, deliberately trying to rile you up. this time, you wonât give him what he wants, though. you flip over on your side, turning away from him with what little self-respect you have left. but it all leaves your body when he leans in closer. âeasy there princess, being a brat is what got you here in the first place.â
â â° CHILDE, quite like his name suggests, is a literal child. you thought kaeya was bad? well, this giant man baby wants you to flaunt off your hickeys and bruises to the whole world, he wants everyone to know youâre his and his alone. his teasing is x10000 times stronger than normal, he has no basic decency đđ will make you ask for his help to inflate his ego, at this point just get up and leave </3 when you try to angrily glare at him, it comes off as more of a sad pout, so he caves and scoops you up in his arms like a kid. âaww, is my favourite baby coochie coo girlie okay? donât worry, daddyâs here-â please smack the living shit out of him, if you donât heâll continue to baby and coo at you for the rest of the day. donât even try to complain to him about the marks, heâll just add more until heâs satisfied đŹ oh, and one last piece of advice? donât let him see you in his shirt unless youâre looking to get wrecked (again), heâll go absolutely feral.
â â° KAZUHA, letâs be real, would be so soft and loving that you wouldnât have any bruises and i stand this with my life đ€ but for the purpose of the plot, letâs pretend he did. out of everyone, heâs the most delicate with you. heâs so gentle and careful carrying you like you could break at any moment, whispering one of his poems quietly and humming underneath his breath. if youâre hungry, he makes his specialty dish, spoon feeds you everything, even tipping the water cup up so you can drink from it. he gives you so much love and reassurance it makes your heart absolutely melt đ„șđ„ș he kisses each mark he made on your body, whispering âbeautifulâ each time :,) a tear slips by your eye, never has anyone treated you with such care before him. he wipes it away and pulls you close, making sure not to hurt you accidentally, and utters endless sweet nothings. in his eyes, you are a perfect creation, and he canât thank the heavens enough that you are his. his muse, his love, forever <3.
â â° SCARAMOUCHE, this bitch, thinks youâre being dramatic when you say in a scratchy voice that you canât walk. he tells you to just get over it, and when you get pissed and try to walk away from him, your legs fail you and you brace yourself for the impact, but it never comes. his arms are hooked above yours, effectively saving you from crashing down and causing further damage. you angrily yank your arm back, telling him to leave, but he only pulls you up closer into his arms. he wraps your legs around his hips as he holds your waist, cursing something under his breath. he places you onto the couch as you turn away from him in a huff. âare you just going to ignore me?â silence. âfine. be like that then.â silence again. ââŠiâm âŠsorry. i didnât mean it.â you turn back around, and heâs squatting on the ground with his head twisted so you canât see his face. he moves away quickly, flustered by your gaze, and leaves the room for a minute. when he comes back, heâs holding some warm tea for your throat. needless to say, he pampers you for the rest of the day.
â â°Â XIAO thinks youâre seriously ill when you almost tumble out of bed and land smack dab on the floor. youâll have to explain to him why your legs arenât exactly working, and when he does⊠flustered beyond relief. when he takes a closer look at you, he notices your body is full of love marks and bruises around your thighs. in the moment, he may have forgotten how fragile humans could be. he thinks heâs broken you, and heâs genuinely concerned for you đ you might have to direct him on how to help you, but once he gets the hang of it, heâll do the best he can. unlike how he wields his spear, heâs delicate and graceful. he might be rough around the edges, but heâs trying, and you donât have the heart to tell him that you donât need him to carry you for the rest of your life, not when he cocks his head and looks at you questioningly when you donât climb on his back. as an apology for temporarily immobilizing you, he brings you a qingxing flower and shares his almond tofu with you. honestly, what more could you ask for đ»?
â â°Â AYATO is actual husband material <33 heâs already prepared for this for some reason đ€š as soon as you wake up, any punishments you may have received have been treated and wrapped up carefully. a fresh pitcher of water is there for you, and by the looks of it, a bath is running. but none of it interests you if ayato isnât there with you. carefully, with the help of thoma, you are able to wobble to the room ayato is in, concentrated on his paperwork. hobbling towards him, he pushes his chair back so you can sit on his lap. pressing a kiss to your cheek, he brushes the hair out of your face, âdarling, you should be resting. i ran a bath for you, is everything okay? are you sore anywhere?â âcan you come join me? please?â you beg, putting on the cutest pout you can manage. âif you can wait ten minutes until iâm done.â internally, you sigh, but you patiently sit on his lap and wait until heâs finished. ah, but donât worry, the reward is definitely worth it. he kneads through all the sore spots, applies all your skincare, and changes your clothes. later, you do matching face masks đ
â â°Â AL-HAITHAM was probably prepared for this, he read hundreds of books about human reproduction đ he notes all the side effects you seem to have: a scratchy throat, unstable legs, exhaustion⊠he saves it for the next time you have⊠physical activities. he remembers an article he read on how to take care of your significant other after intercourse, and follows that. he makes homemade soup to soothe your throat, which he watches over you as you drink. he also forces you to take naps, heâll read âthe control politicians have over our daily livesâ just to make you fall asleep. heâll get your groceries, take out your trash, and do your work so you can focus on relaxing, all with a stoic face. if anyone asks him where you are, heâll just give an obvious lie with a straight face đđ ây/n is out collecting a census right now.â âbut they told me they were sick?â normally his lies are flawless, but when itâs about you⊠his mind doesnât function properly. but if you absolutely need to get somewhere, youâre going to have to ask him. last time, he locked kaveh out of the dorm for 48 hours for helping you get a book from the library because he fell asleep đ
â â° KAVEHâS face is the first thing you see when you wake up. jumpscare warning sir heâs hovering over you, observing your face. immediately after he sees that you are awake comes the barrage of questions. âmy love, are you all right? i wasnât too rough, was i?â heâs such a simp i could never see him being rough he dramatically gasps when he sees your shaky legs, pretending to be shocked, but heâs slightly happy that this means youâll have to cling onto him for the whole day. but oh my, both of you still have work!! whatever shall you do? it seems like the only solution is for him to take you everywhere⊠he proudly parades you around the akademiya, much to the embarrassment of you. but thereâs nothing you can really do, not when you canât run away, so you bury your head in his back to avoid the judging gazes of the other scholars. kaveh shoots a smug grin to an uncaring al haitham, who probably knows and heard everything from last nightđđ
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Book Club
Pairing: The grid x driver!reader, Lance Stroll x reader
Summary: A wild goose chase ensues when you are at a meeting with your book club
requests are open (plz send some, i canât keep only getting ideas while driving đ„ș) masterlist
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âGuys, have you seen y/n?â Lance panics, rushing into the McLaren garage. Itâs not the first time his girlfriend had disappeared from her garage but heâs always been able to find you a few steps away.
âSheâs missing?â Lando leaped out of his chair. âCome on, Oscar, we gotta find her,â Lando drags his teammate out of the garage, following Lance to the Mercedes garage to find George.
âAny y/n sightings?â a very stressed out Lance asks.
âNo, but now I am invested,â the Brit tags along in the search, hopping over to the Ferrari garage.
âMes amis, you seem stressed,â Charles says, looking up from his book.
âY/n is missing, Lance canât find his girlfriend,â Oscar sighs, not sure why he isnât leaving the group.
âNo, we must join the quest, Charles,â Carlos says, clapping his teammate on the shoulder.
âAlright, only for y/n,â Charles, like oscar, begrudgingly agrees to join the ânoble questâ.
Meanwhile, y/n is sitting on the couch, wearing a chunky cardigan and a pair of fashion glasses, sipping tea.
âNo, Lizzy was clearly in love with Darcy even then,â Fernando waves his hands. This monthâs book was Pride and Prejudice.
âSure, Fernando,â Valtteri rolls his eyes.
The book club, affectionately called âThe Old Drivers Clubâ started when y/n barged into the Haas garage, claiming she needed their opinions and that she was tired of all the young drivers. Despite her being only 21, she found a home with some of the older drivers in the Paddock. The club consisted of her, Fernando, Valtteri, Kevin, and Nico. Lewis wanted to hold on to his youth, as he claimed, and Checo didnât quite care for their gossip sessions.
âI still donât understand how you can go from a 20 year old party animal to a 80 year old grandma overnight,â Kevin teases the young girl, bringing up a common point of conversation (usually her complaining about the younger drivers).
âAnd I donât understand how you all donât find Nico attractive? If I was ten years older, I would be all over him. God damn, what a fine man,â you swoon, causing the German to blush fiercely.
âYes, yes, someone who could outshine Charles Leclerc in his prime,â Fernando dismisses it with the wave of his hand. You giggle and refocus on the book discussion.
âNando,â you prompt him, silently asking him to go to the next topic.
âAlright, alright, letâs discuss what was probably y/nâs favorite scene, the confession scene. The second one, not in the rain,â Fernando says, and you shyly look down, the older drivers knowing you too well.
âMax, Checo, have you seen y/n?â Lance asks, even more flustered, half the grid behind him.
âY/n? Why do you ask?â Max says, looking at his teammate.
âSheâs missing!â Lando exclaims causing Checo to laugh.
âNo, no. Sheâs with her book club, in the Haas motor home. I sometimes join them, interesting gossip, but not quite for me, no,â Checo says, looking oddly at the group.
âHer- her book club?â Lance asks, utterly confused.
âSi. Lewis has been invited too, but he claims he is too young,â Checo laughs to himself.
âSorry mate, a book club?â George asks, a little offended he was never invited.
âAnd gossip? Iâm a little offended Iâve never been invited,â Pierre gasps.
âWell? Is that all,â Max asks, wanting the group to leave his garage.
âRight, well I guess we go to Haas,â Carlos says, quickly thanking the Red Bull drivers.
âVALTTERI!â Your astonished gasp is heard from outside. Your group had moved on to what some think is the more enjoyable part of the evening, the gossip.
âY/n! Oh thank god, we were worried sick,â Lando dramatically says at the doorway, having opened the door, revealing your group. The five of you look at the other group wildly confused.
âWorried sick?â You ask, looking at them.
âYou were missing, I couldnât find you,â Lance scratches the back of his neck, a little confused.
âI,â you pause before laughing. âLancelot, you couldâve texted me,â you tell him.
âWhy werenât Pierre and I invited?â George asks, looking accusingly at your group.
âYou donât fit the criteria,â Kevin says, dismissing the question.
âAnd y/n does?â Pierre asks.
âYes. When she sits upside down on your couch to gossip and complain about you all, and ask for life advice, then we might consider it,â Nico shakes his head.
âShe is the founder of our group,â Valtteri points out.
âYou also have to find young Nico attractive, more than current Charles,â Fernando teases, causing the young girl to blush.
âHe was!â You defend yourself, and Carlos nods in agreement.
âYour girlfriend, mate. Iâm surprisingly glad I tagged along,â Oscar says to Lance, pretty amused at the chaos.
âOut of curiosity, what is your next book?â George asks, your face lighting up.
âWe are on a classics kick right now, so we are reading the No Fear version of Romeo and Juliet,â you say excitedly causing George and Charles to groan.
âWe canât join?â Charles asks again.
âSorry, Leclerc, only room for one hot driver here,â Nico winks at you, causing your cheeks to redden.
âHEY!â most of the drivers in the room take offense to it, Lance mainly because the wink was directed at his girlfriend.
âAlas, if only you didnât have a wife and kid, and I was ten years older,â you sigh, shaking your head.
âIn another life, Mein Liebchen,â Nico sighs as well.
âAlright, Iâm stealing back my girlfriend,â Lance pulls you away.
âLancelot,â you giggle, waving goodbye to your book club.
âIt is in these moments that I remember how young she is and how old we are,â Fernando sighs, Lewis taking your seat.
âMy bones ache more and more each day, mate,â Lewis shakes his head.
âWelcome to our club, have the first act read by the next race,â
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Here are 7 little facts about my donkey and how his summer is going :)
1. I received an anon the other day asking if Pirou was still a working donkey who carries my firewood for me, and the answer is yes. I've been cutting some branches from the big cherry tree that fell down the other day, and Pirlouit has been valiantly carrying them to the woodshedâfun fact, for this activity he likes to wear his ears like this:
Probably because this T position is reminiscent of Jesus' sacrifice on the cross, which is how Pirlouit perceives himself as he carries heavy logs for me. He's willing, but his martyrdom should be acknowledged.
Here's Poldine acknowledging it with a nose kiss, because Poldine.
I stopped so they could have their little chat.
2. Pirou has been chatting with a lot of new friends latelyâwe met these horses on a walk and he was so happy to stop and touch noses with them while making equid noises. Llamas are good with the nose-touching but their llama noises are just less interesting to Pirlouit. He had such interested ears here! "Finally a serious grown-up conversation"
We also met this goose during the same walk and Pirlouit was a lot less eager to go say hi to her. The goose was yelling threats at us and we prudently stayed away, and Pirou was clearly thinking "this bird is doing a better job at protecting her home from intruders than Pandolf ever could" (it's true, Pan assumes intruders are friends until proven otherwise)
3. You'll notice that there are houses in this pic! Our walks got longer and longer until one day we went all the way to the village (it took 1 hour 20min at Pirlouit's leisurely pace). I was so proud of him. I've been trying to convince my friends to go to the village on donkeyback (this requires two people, because you can ride Pirlouit but you can't tell him where to go unless there's someone holding his rope and leading the way)âmy friends were reluctant because they still sort of perceive Pirou as the feral animal terrified of everything that he was when I got him. They know he's made a lot of progress but going to town on donkeyback still seemed foolhardy.
So we've been riding Pirlouit in the woods, in familiar environments, and we also went to town with him but without riding him. He was amazingly calm and brave! There's a river that cuts the village in two and the first time we went, we stopped before the bridge, since it's pretty narrow and cars would have to drive very close to Pirlouit, we didn't want to risk it. We just went to say hi to the librarian who lives on the right side of the river, but since Pirlouit was very serene, we did cross the bridge the second time.
He did not care at all about cars driving very close to him (he had one familiar human on either side of him and the drivers were very considerate and went slowly), which emboldened us to stop for a drink on the terrace of the coffeeshop on main street (< also a narrow street with cars driving by quite close to Pirlouit). There was just no problem at all, Pirou let total strangers rub his forehead and was more interested in iced tea than main street traffic.
It was a hot day and we gave him all the ice cubes from our drinks and he chewed them enthusiastically.
4. We made a stop at the pharmacy on our way home because we had another 1 hour 20min walk ahead and I had a blister, and the pharmacist noticed my donkey parked outside his shop and in a determined tone he said, "I want to try something." He took one of the donkey milk soaps from the overpriced-Provence-soaps-for-tourists display and opened the door and offered it for Pirlouit to sniff.
... I'm not sure what he was expectingâfor my donkey to go "ohhh this smells like Mother's milk and aloe vera đ„ș"âbut unfortunately nothing happened.
(4. bisâSorry, this 4th fact was anticlimactic.)
5. Pirlouit is now the proud owner of a surcingle. Not for equestrian vaulting and not for his log-carrying job because I don't know if it would be solid enough for the weight of a bag full of logs, but I'd like to tie bags or baskets to it to take Pirlouit grocery shopping, now that I know he's okay with going to town :) He even seems to enjoy the adventure, and the attention he gets from children.
And actually I shouldn't write off equestrian vaulting because Pirou is also remarkably chill with weird things happening on his back. I used to be very careful to climb on his back in a quick & fluid way so he wouldn't spook (because he used to! a butterfly flapping its wings in Brazil used to spook him!) but now that my friends are riding him I can confirm we've reached a point where you can climb on Pirlouit's back in any way you want and he'll just be like "...... sure"
6. I almost forgot to mention that Pirou turned 15 last month, according to his ID papers :) Donkeys have a longer life expectancy than horses, they can live 30-40 years on average so he's still a young lad really. Happy 15th birthday Pirlouit :)
7. I wanted to conclude with a nice aesthetic pic of Pirou's shadow on the road during all those walks, like I did with Poldine, but unfortunately donkey shadows do not have the chic je-ne-sais-quoi of llama shadows. Pirlouit looks like a hammerhead shark wearing a tiny fez and that's not his fault.
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How does Bucky handle you being sick? đ„ș
I may have gone overboard, nonnie. đ
Sick Day
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky takes care of you when you get a cold. He also takes care of the guy who may have given you a cold.
Word Count: Over 2.4k
Warnings: Fluff, humor, established relationship, reader has a cold, implied smut, interrogation, Bucky Barnes being a ridiculously wonderful boyfriend in love (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: I don't know where this came from. Maybe a bit of inspiration from @inklore here. đâ€ïž Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
When you had a hard time getting out of bed this morning due to a cold you caught at work, you tried to brush it off. Bucky immediately called in to take a personal day and said he had to take care of you, which forced you to take a sick day as well. It was for the best. You had a tendency to push yourself past your limit some days and he kept you in check.
You snatched a tissue out of the box beside you just in time to sneeze into it. With a pained groan, you scrunched up your face and dropped the tissue into the small pile in your lap. It took you a moment to sip your water, followed by your herbal tea. Though your throat was sore, you had to stay hydrated. You also had to get some rest.
Bucky wouldnât let you hear the end of it if you didnât.
âI hate this,â you mumbled to yourself before your boyfriend rushed into the living room to check on you, his piercing eyes searching the room as if to assess a threat.
âI heard you talking, baby. You need to rest your voice,â he said, adjusting the humidifier he set on the coffee table before his concerned gaze snapped back to you. âWait. Do you need something? Do you not have enough blankets? I can get you more tea. Or I can put something on TV. Shit, whereâs the writing pad?â
You tried not to smile as the massive shirtless supersoldier bustled around the room. He hadnât seen you under the weather since the two of you started dating and you shouldâve known heâd make a big deal out of it. Whether it had to do with growing up with Steve who dealt with all sorts of ailments or simply because it was his girlfriend feeling less than stellar, you werenât sure. Either way, it was endearing to see the former Winter Soldier worked up over you.
He had nothing to worry about though.
âIâm fine,â you croaked before you went into a coughing fit.
Buckyâs eyes widened as he crouched beside you and brought the water back to your lips once you had yourself under control. His brows furrowed when he checked your forehead with his right hand, which made you fall in love with him a little more. You tried to tell him earlier to keep his distance so he didnât get sick before he gently reminded you that he wasnât exactly prone to catching colds thanks to the serum.
A silver lining from the pain he had to go through.
âYouâre not fine. Youâre sick. Well, youâre still 'fine',â he smiled a little, making your heart swell. âI used that in the right context, didnât I?â
You almost went into another coughing fit as you giggled, the sound huskier and deeper than normal. âOnly you would think Iâm fine when Iâm like this,â you said, reaching up to run your fingers through his silky chestnut hair. He hadnât brushed it today. Too busy taking care of you. âAnd Iâm not âsickâ sick. itâs just a cold.â
âIt isnât just a cold. Not to me,â he said, his jaw clenching as his vibranium fingers curled.
âIâll be better before you know it,â you assured him, raising an eyebrow as his cheek twitched. âWhatâs the matter?â
Why is he getting himself worked up?
âI just donât like you feeling any kind of pain,â he said, leaning up so he could press his lips to your forehead. He huffed as they lingered there. âI wish I could take it away and I canât.â
It was a sweet sentiment, especially after everything he went through.
âI know you would if you could and itâs okay that you canât,â you said. You understood where he was coming from though because you didnât like the idea of him in pain either. He had a heart almost as large as his body and you were lucky to get a single ounce of his love. âDonât worry, okay?â
âYouâre my girl and it's impossible not to worry,â he said, a touch of possession and tenderness seeping into his tone. Belonging to him was as natural as breathing. âBut I'll try to relax a bit.â
âAs long as you try,â you said as he pressed another kiss to your forehead.
Your head tingled from his lips before you frowned. This close, you could usually get a whiff of his woodsy cologne. Your eyes welled up when you inhaled again and couldnât smell him, doing your best to blink the tears away so he wouldn't catch them. It was silly that you suddenly missed the comfort of that smell because your nose was acting up.
He didnât need your tears on top of that.
But, of course, he caught your sad sniffle, which sounded slightly different from your cold sniffle. His body stiffened, like a cobra ready to strike. âTell me whatâs wrong, even if I canât physically fix it.â
God, I love this man.
âI know this is going to sound ridiculous, but I really miss the smell of your cologne,â you told him, your gaze probably nothing short of pathetic as you tilted your head to see his handsome face.
Your breath caught when he looked back at you and brushed a tear away with his thumb. There was nothing but love and adoration in those brilliant eyes of his. It made you feel lighter.
âThatâs far from ridiculous because I smell amazing,â he teased, bumping his nose against yours to bring a smile to your face. âHow about I spray the blankets after you take a nap and I make you some soup? That way my scent will be there even if you can't smell it.â
Tears clogged your throat as you gave him a nod, committing the moment to memory. You were used to going it alone before he came into your life. He couldnât take the pain away, but he could make you feel better in ways that mattered to you. That likely comforted him just as much as it soothed you.
âThat would be great,â you said, yawning a bit. âCan we watch a movie after my nap?â
âWe'll watch whatever you want.â
You pulled him close so he could join you on the couch, knowing that his muscular and warm frame against yours would feel just as comforting and safe as the blanket that covered you. And he relaxed and quickly accepted your wordless invitation to wrap his arms around you, keeping you in his loving embrace. It was home and always would be.
âThank you for taking care of me,â you said, closing your eyes as you nuzzled your head against his bare chest. âI love you.â
âIâll always take care of you,â he promised, his vibranium hand moving in slow circles along your back as you began to drift off. âI love you, too.â
You let out a happy moan before you said one more thing. âAnd hunt down the person who gave me this cold, okay?â
With your eyes shut, you didnât see the determination written all over his face. âYou got it, baby.â
You were right as rain and back to work a couple of days later, thanks to Bucky caring for you and some much needed rest. Not even an hour into your shift though, Steve requested for you to meet him in the second lower level. You didn't hide your surprise as that was usually reserved for interrogations.
Which was exactly why he called you down there.
âWhat's going on?â You asked as you walked into the viewing room. Steve, Sam, Natasha, and Tony all looked your way, but didn't give you any sort of response. âSeriously, what's up?â
âYou don't know?â Natasha responded, nodding toward the glass.
You followed her gaze with a gasp as you saw Bucky tower over some blonde male agent in the cell. Your boyfriend was almost unrecognizable with his face devoid of any emotion, dominant and on the edge of terrifying. It was a far cry from the loving side you were privy to, yet you loved this side of him just the same.
âBuck dragged John down here a few minutes ago,â Steve explained in a quiet voice as he punched the bridge of his nose. âSaid something about him hurting you.â
You tilted your head as you looked at John, recognizing him after a second due to his punchable face. âHim? No. He didn't hurt me. He just bumped into me the other day in the break room,â you explained. Which wasn't that big of a deal to you, but probably offensive to Bucky. âBut he didn't apologize.â
He also had a cold.
Oh, no.
âSo, you had nothing to do with this?â Sam asked, chuckling as you lifted your chin.
âNo, I didn't,â you replied as you bit your lip. âAt least, I don't think I had anything to do with this.â
Your heart raced faster when Bucky pushed the sleeves of his shirt up and gripped John by the collar, the veins in his right arm popping out. You wished you could lick them. Maybe later.
âI know it was you, you piece of shit,â he said, roughly shoving the agent back into his chair. âYou got my girl sick.â
Oh, Bucky.
You stared straight ahead as you felt the group collectively look your way, refusing to react under their stares. âBefore any of you say another word, this is definitely not my fault,â you stated.
âOf course it isn't,â Natasha smirked. She knew Bucky loved to play the hero on your behalf even though you could take care of yourself. âJust enjoy the show.â
Your mouth fell open as your boyfriend slammed his left fist on the table, leaving a sizable dent as John nearly fell backwards in his chair. This guy was an agent? He was either new to interrogations or simply scared shitless of the former assassin.
Maybe both.
But you ignored him as you shifted your attention back to your beefy, perfect boyfriend.
When you had mumbled for him to find the person who gave you the cold, you didnât think heâd actually do it. You werenât sure how he narrowed down to John, but the former assassin was resourceful and you should've known he'd take you seriously. And, fuck, if it wasnât slightly mortifying on your behalf and hot as hell watching him in action.
âThat cold you gave her made her cry. You made my girl cry. Do you know what I do to guys like you who make my girl cry?â Bucky said through his teeth, bringing his fist down on the table again as John flinched and you smiled. With all the strength he possessed, you never had to worry that he'd hurt you. But you couldn't say the same for the frightened agent. âYou're about to find out.â
You didn't think you could love Bucky more after he helped you get over your cold, but he proved you wrong.
And you could now add Bucky threatening people to your list of things that made you dreamily sigh and tingle between your thighs.
âLook, I'm sorry. Iâm sorry! All I did was bump into her. It was an accident!â John shouted, putting his hands up in surrender and trembling when Bucky stood to his full height and cracked his neck. Your boyfriend waited a beat before he grabbed one of his hands and began to twist, making the agent pale as you bit back a whimper. âFuck, stop! I wonât even breathe around her again. Iâll hold my breath! Just let me go!â
âYou're enjoying this, aren't you?â Tony asked you, taking out his phone to type a quick message as you hummed. Maybe you were enjoying it. How many guys went out of their way to scare someone who possibly gave you a cold? âDoes the Manchurian Candidate know how much Iâll have to pay to keep this guy from suing him?â
âWe can tell him it was a prank?â Steve suggested, bringing another laugh out of Sam as Natasha shook her head.
Bucky's eyes narrowed as he flung the hand away, his hair falling in his eyes as you held your breath. He looked like a wild animal, untamed and stunning. âI should choke you. Make you see how long you can really hold your breath before you pass out,â he snarled as John rubbed his sore skin.
Steve snuck a glance at you, his cheeks a little pink when you put a hand to your throat. âI don't want to overstep because you're my best friend's girl, but you do know you just moaned, right?â He whispered low enough for only you to hear.
Oops.
âOh, my god,â you groaned, putting your warm face in your hands to hide your embarrassment for a moment. âIs anyone going to stop him?!â
âWhy havenât you stopped him?â Natasha countered knowingly.
Because Iâm too busy thinking of how Iâm going to suck his dick so good later that I'll make him see God.
You took a breath as the ache between your legs got stronger and pressed the button beside the glass. âBucky?â
He swung his head toward the glass and met your gaze even though he couldnât see you. No matter what, heâd always be able to spot you. âHey, baby. I found the prick who gave you a cold. Want me to beat the shit out of him?â he bragged as John paled.
âI love you,â you giggled from how sweet and ridiculous he was. âAnd no. I appreciate you defending me, but I think you can let him go.â
Tony playfully rolled his eyes when Bucky grinned. âYour crazy matches his crazy.â
True.
âOkay. I love you, too,â Bucky said in a light tone, his smile falling the second he looked back at John and smacked the table against the wall with a clang. The agent looked like he was on the verge of passing out. âNext time you see my girl, apologize and walk away. And the next time you have a cold, stay the fuck home or you'll answer to me.â
Yeah. Iâm going to suck the soul from his body to thank him for everything the moment we get home.
And maybe the two of you could take another sick day to spend the day in bed.
Totally normal boyfriend, right? Love and thanks for reading! đ
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The Rite of Movement | part four
âso move me, babyâ
A/N: so like the little slut that I amâŠI was kicking my feet and giggling at my desk yesterday while writing this đ€ I surprise myself with just how filthy I can get, woo doggy! Please read the warnings and if this isnât your cup of tea, just scroll on by baby love! No harm đ thank you to my bug @strang3lov3 for the moodboard!! I love u so much & a big thank you to @itsokbbygrl for betaing đ„ș
~word count: 6.4k~
Summary: you meet Tommy Miller for the first time, and he takes you for a spin ;)
Pairing | pornstar!joel x pornstar!tommy x pornstar!female reader
Warnings: smut, fluff, established relationship, Joel is in his 40âs, reader is in her 30âs, mentions of alcohol and smoking, consent, unprotected piv, fingering, pussy play, f!masturbation, semi-public sex, reader and Tommy fuck and Joelâs into it, amateur porn video in the back of Tommyâs truck, language, filthy talk, praise kink, daddy kink, over stimulation/fucked out, light degradation (by Tommy but in a sexy non-offensive way), dumbification kink (endearing), readers nickname is baby love, reader has no physical descriptions, reader, Joel, and Tommy, are sexually liberated individuals, NSFW, +18 minors dni! Please let me know if I missed anything!
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âJoelâŠâ you trailed off, picking at a loose thread on your denim skirt absentmindedly. âWhat if your brother doesnât like me?â You questioned in an unsure tone.
He turned to face you, leaning over the dashboard while he rested his elbow along the steering wheel, âbaby love, you ainât got nothinâ to be worried about with my brother, okay? Think yâall are gonna get on like a house fire.â He winked in an attempt to soothe your budding nerves. âWhat about meetinâ him is gettinâ ya all worked up? Talk to me, darlin.ââ
He gently grasped your bare knee in his big, warm, palm.
âThis is going to sound so fucking stupid, Joel. But what if he finds me annoyingârepulsive? I always get nervous when Iâm meeting new people. Iâm surprised I didnât completely shit a brick when I first met you for instance.â You stifled a nervous laugh as you looked over at him.
He gave you that warm reassuring smile of his, dimples peeking through as he gently squeezed your knee. âYâall are gonna get on just fine, âKay? And listen, between you and me, Tommy and Iâwe uhâwe discussed the possibility of the three of us filminâ somethinâ together at some point. Now, there ainât no rush for any of that, okay? Last thing I want to do is make you feel uncomfortable or pressured to get along with him.â
Your pupils dialated, thighs clenching inwards at the prospect of fuckingâŠTommy? Holy fuckâwas this real life?
âYou, and Tommyâfucking me?â You spluttered out, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. There was no denying that Tommy Miller was a real hunk, with the personality of a horny golden retriever. He was the complete opposite of Joel, but that intrigued you nonetheless.
âOnly if youâd be interested in that, baby love. You donât gotta decide right now, okay? Tonightâs all about you. If youâre feelinâ my brother, I want you to act on it only if youâre comfortable. Heâs a real looker, but Iâve made sure that heâs a good Texas gentleman.â Joel reassured you as he was silently trying to gauge how you were feeling thus far based off your body language.
âAnd youâd be okay with him and IâŠ?â You trailed off, meeting his gaze as you reached for his hand on your knee, interlocking your fingers through his.
âOf course I would be. Iâm not gonna get weirdly jealous or possessive if you want to fuck my brother, baby love. Thatâs why I wanted to have this conversation with you ahead of tonight, because Tommy? Heâs interested, but I told him to let you feel it out, and to not spring it on ya right away.â
He watched the subtle clench of your inner thighs, your pupils blown wide and your lips parting. He knew you were turned on by the prospect of fucking his brother, and your arousal inherently turned him on as well.
He dropped his forearm from its resting spot along the steering wheel and brought his hand to your other knee where he proceeded to coax your thighs open just a tad. You didnât need much coaxing at all as your thighs naturally parted open, thoughts running wild.
âLook at me, baby love.â He rasped, rubbing soothing circles into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. âIs the thought of fucking my brother turninâ you on, darlin?â Ya drippinâ all pretty for him already?â
âFuck.â You breathed out, eyes rolling back into your skull. Joel had barely even touched you yet, and you were leaking like a damn faucet through the gusset of your thin panties. You could feel a droplet of your arousal drip down and create a wet patch through the fabric. Your eyes met his, lower lip harshly taken between your teeth, pupils darkened like an oncoming storm, blown wide like a doeâs.
âI never thought the possibility of fucking your brother would arise, Joel. Itâs likeâa fantasy coming true.â You breathed out, head lolling to the side, âI think he has such a nice fucking cock.â
Joel preened, leaning the upper half of his body further over the center console as his fingers trailed closer to your covered core. He could feel you pulsing already, the anticipation of being touched igniting a fire in your veins the closer his fingers drew nearer.
âA fantasy come true, huh? You think about my brother a lot, baby love? Sâokay if you do. Got yourself all worked up nowâŠalmost creating a mess on the seat with how fuckinâ wet your pussy is gettinâ, baby.â
You whined out his name, letting yourself fully succumb to your depraved thoughts of fucking Tommy. Your brain felt fried, imploded to complete mush, and yet your Joel didnât show a lick of judgment towards your arousal. In fact, he encouraged it and therefore you had no reason to feel shameful.
âWhy donât you get me all ready for him, Joel. Câmon baby, please. Play with me a little. Play with my pussy while I think about fucking your brotherâs cock, Joel.â You shamelessly shifted your hips towards his hand, chasing his touch with unabashed desire.
He checked the time on his watch, a coy smirk playing on his sinful lips as he looked over at you, âThink we can afford to be fashionably late, baby love.â
-
Joel and Tommyâs local watering hole was exactly how you expected it to be: not the classiest, and certainly not your first pick, but if Joel were any other man, you would have hightailed out of there. But this was your Joel, and his warm palm guiding you to a booth that was tucked away in the corner. You were grateful for the outfit that you chose to wear for the evening could grant easy access. And with the residue of your release still coated between your thighs, you felt the trepidation and anticipation of what was to happen when Tommy would inevitably show up.
The thought had you buzzing all over again as you found yourself tucked into the wall seat of the booth, Joelâs hand finding purchase around your bare thigh as he leaned in, the tip of his aquiline nose brushing against your pulse point.
âWant anythinâ to drink, baby love? Or just water for now?â He rasped low and deep, sending goosebumps rising on your skin.
âTequila, on the rocks.â You purred out your request, gripping on the edge of the booths worn leather for dear life.
ââKay, baby love. One tequila on the rocks cominâ right up.â He pressed a sweet kiss to the side of your face, leaving a whiff of his cologne and musk on your skin.
You watched as he slipped out of the booth and made his way over to the bartop, sleeves rolled up revealing broad, tan, forearms. His fingers that had only just been plunged deep into your pulsing cunt twenty minutes ago, were now casually flipping through a stack of twenties.
âSâcuse me, maâam. This seat ainât taken, is it?â
You peered up from your phone at the sound of the stranger's all-too familiar voice. A deep Texas drawl straight out of a western film, paired with two dark espresso colored eyes, a broad nose, and a head of dark, luscious curls that fell in ringlets.
Tommy fucking Miller, and that shit eating smirk of his that sent your thighs clenching together in tandem.
HolyâI need a glass of water.
âOh, no. Itâs not taken. Please, sit down.â You gestured to the empty seat across the booth with a nervous smile.
Tommy slipped into the booth with ease and reached behind his ear and pulled out a single cigarette, twirling it between his fingers before he placed it between his lips. He reached across the booth's table, hand outstretched in your direction. âYâmust be my big brotherâs baby love. MâTommy, the hotter Miller brother. Itâs a pleasure to finally meet ya.â
You blinked, registering in your brain that Tommy Miller was in fact sitting across from you and looking like a goddamn snack nonetheless.
You reached for his hand, shaking it firmly, âcharmed.â You grinned.
âDamn. And sheâs polite too? My brother got the whole package with ya huh, sweetheart?â He chuckled smoothly, shaking your hand a moment longer before he retracted his. âYâdonât mind if I smoke do ya?â
âOh, no. Of course! I donât mind.â
He nodded, reaching into his pocket and pulled out his lighter, lighting the cigarette with ease before he leaned back against the worn leather cushion, stretching his arm to rest along the backside of the booth, long fingers stretched outâflexing.
âWhereâs the son of a bitch anyway?â Tommy asked casually, the lit end of the cigarette dipping downwards between his lips.
âHeâs right here.â Joel had returned with your tequila on the rocks, and two glasses of neat whiskey. He slid one over to his brother with a small nod. âAnd you canât smoke in here, Tommy.â Joel reminded him as he slid into the seat next to you.
âSays who? Doreen donât give a damn.â Tommy quipped back as he reached for his glass, tipping it in yours and Joelâs direction.
âThatâs cause Doreenâs got the fattest fuckinâ crush on you and that big head of yours.â Joel scoffed against the rim of his glass taking a sip before he turned his attention towards you. âGotcha a water as well, baby love.â
âWho the hell you callinâ a big head, huh?â Tommy wiggled his eyebrows playfully and grasped the cigarette between his two fingers, replacing it with the rim of his glass as he took a sip. âHowâs yâallâs eveninâ goinâ so far? Gettinâ into any trouble?â
âBelieve I called you a big head, Tommy.â Joel chuckled, letting his free arm gently drape across your shoulders, squeezing them gently as you took a sip of your tequila on the rocks, letting the liquor burn down your throat and warm your stomach. âSâgoinâ pretty good. First time baby loves been here, ainât that right?â
You didnât register that Joel was talking to you, his voice sounding fuzzy in your ears as you took a bigger sip of your drink. âWhat?â You questioned softly, being brought back down to earth when you felt his warm palm gently squeeze your shoulder. The heat rose to your cheeks fast and you cleared your throat, turning your face to the side to hide how flustered you were.
âWhatcha ya gettinâ all shy on us for, sweetheart? You donât gotta do that with us. I swear, I donât bite, unless ya want me to.â Tommy said with a coy wink.
âSheâs just a lilâ bashful is all, cause on the way here she wasââ
You cut Joel off, squeezing his bicep firmly in your palm. âIâm gonna head to the bathroom really quick, okay?â You kissed his cheek sweetly, and before he could even get up from the booth, you were slipping past him when you saw an opening.
Joel and Tommy both watched as you quickly walked to the nearest bathroom before they looked back at one another. Tommy took a long drag of his cigarette when Joel spoke again,
âSheâs got the hots for you, little brother. She made a goddamn mess all over my fingers on the way here cusâ she was thinkinâ about your cock.â Joel said in a hushed, low tone.
Tommyâs brows raised as he leaned over the table, resting his cigarette off to the side. âFuck. Yâserious? Goddamn. She make a mess all over the seat too? Bet she fuckinâ did.â
âMhmmm.â Joel hummed, leaning back against the seat. âShe told me that you have a nice fuckinâ cock.â He chuckled, shaking his head to the side before he leaned forward, âNow, when she gets back here after composing herself, I want you to flirt with her a bit. Let her come to you, okay? Yâgotta play nice with her, Tommy. Sheâs a sweet thing, and I know yâall are gonna get along jusâ fine.â
âGood god.â Tommy said lowly, holding back a groan. âYou hit the fuckinâ jackpot with that one, Joel. Iâll play nice with her, scouts honor. Yâknow Iâll take extra good care of her.â
âI know you will. She jusâ couldnât believe it when I said that you and I discussed the possibility of filminâ a video with her. Absolutely blew her fuckinâ mind with that one. But god, she looked so pretty all flustered and turned on thinkinâ about the two of us fuckinâ her.â Joel reached for his glass, swirling the amber liquid around and took another slow sip.
âFuck, I bet she did look goddamn gorgeous like that. You got yourself a real filthy and nice girl, Joel. A manâs fuckinâ dream, you lucky son of a bitch. Donât think Iâve ever seen your grumpy ass smile that much in my whole life. Itâs refreshinâ seeinâ you grinninâ like a sinner in church.â Tommy chuckled warmly.
Joel preened as he thought about you. âSheâs really amazing, Tommy. Sheâs been so supportive and brave, and weâre having so much fun with it. Itâs been so long since work has felt fun, you know? Whoâdâve thought fucking would get old.â He chuckled with a small grin playing on his lips and a flush rising on his cheeks. âNever really met anyone quite like her, honestly.â
âGoddamn. Whoâs in here choppinâ up the fuckinâ onions, huh? Fuck. Youâre in love with her, ainât ya? Thatâs amazing. Iâm seriously so fuckinâ happy for you, Joel.â
âFuck.â Joel said suddenly, feeling his heart lurch in his chest. âShit. YeahâI think, I think I am in love with her. Itâs not too soon, is it? I meanâwe jusâ we get eachother. Iâve never felt more comfortable with another person before. She gets me, Tommy. The real me. She sees my heart before she sees my job, and no other woman in my life has ever seen me in that light.â He sniffles, feeling tears prick the corner of his eyes at his emotional confession.
âYeah, you got the love bug bad, brother. Really, really, bad. But yâknow what? I know you ainât bluffinâ about this one either. Youâre speakinâ from your goddamn heart. I hear it in your voice, and thatâs a beautiful fuckinâ thing, Joel. Cusâ if anyone deserves love in this world, itâs you. So you keep holdinâ onto that, âKay?â Tommy said earnestly and reached across the table to gently squeeze Joelâs shoulder
âShuddup, Tommy. Or youâre really gonna make me cry.â Joel chuckled through his tears, quickly wiping at his eyes. âIâm gonna keep holdinâ onto her for as long as sheâll have me. Iâm hopinâ sheâs endgame for me.â
âI reckon she will be.â
-
After you splashed a bit of water on your face and gave yourself a detailed pep talk in the womenâs bathroom, you finally mustered up the courage to face Joel and Tommy again. Joel had reassured you in the car that nothing had to happen right away. He always wanted you to be comfortable and this was something that you were still getting used to. The idea of someone caring about you that much? It used to be unfathomable .
You never realized just how good it could get until you met Joel Miller. You were hoping that he would be your endgame too.
After taking one last glance into the mirror you left the bathroom with a new confident stride as you approached the booth. Joel greeted you with a warm and reassuring smile, and when he went to get up, you gently placed your hand against his chest, easing him back down onto the leather seat before you slid in beside him.
Tommy gently nudged your ankle with the toe of his boot, testing the waters with you and heeding Joelâs words to let you come to him.
âYâfeelinâ alright, sweetheart? Can we getcha anythin?â Tommy asked softly, brown eyes looking warm and inviting across the way.
âIâm okay.â You reassured him with a small smile. âIt was justâgetting really hot in here.â You said with a light laugh to ease the tension.
âTends to happen when youâre feelinâ flustered.â Tommy added as he leaned in over the table. âYâknow, sweetheart,â he started, âSâokay if I call ya that?â
You nodded, reaching for your glass and took a quick sip.
âI watched one of your films the other day, and I gotta tell ya, you have some real talent. Not jusâ sayinâ that either. I mean it. Youâre gorgeous, and I jusâ wanna let you know that thereâs no pressure or anythinâ alright? We donât even gotta do anythinâ tonight if you ainât feelinâ up for it.â
Joel leaned in close to you then, warm whiskey coated breath kissing your skin as his arm gently wrapped around you, giving you a squeeze.
âWouldnât believe how good that pussy is, brother. Like nothinâ else youâve ever had. Never wanna have another, truly.â He preened, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
Your thighs clamped together immediately and you could feel the corners of Joelâs lips upturn into a small grin.
âDonât doubt that for a second, Joel.â Tommy nodded and ashed his cigarette along the rim of his empty glass. âSweetheart, youâre such a natural, babygirl. And I have no doubt in my mind that youâre gonna become a star.â
You felt the heat rise to your cheeks from both Joel and Tommyâs words and if you were already on your way to hell, wellâyou just bought yourself a first class ticket!
âYou really think Iâm gonna be a star, Tommy?â You leaned forward against the table to match his energy, feeling yourself gravitating in his direction.
âAbsolutely.â He nodded. âNow, Joel here wants me to take care of ya for a little. Yâokay with that, sweetheart? Heâs gonna sit here nice nâcomfy if you wannaââ
You were already up from the booth, reaching for Tommyâs hand in a haste and pulling him down the aisle and towards the door of the bar.
Tommy stumbled after you, his palm warm in your grasp as he followed you to the door. But being the gentleman that he was, he held the door open for you, letting you walk past first before he followed suit. âWhere do you wanna go, babygirl?â He rasped against your ear, broad arm swooping around your waist, pulling you flush against his side.
âYour truck.â you said confidently, slipping your hand into the back pocket of his dark washed jeans.
âFuck. You wanna make a mess all over my seats too, babygirl?â He reached for his keys, twirling them around his fingers.
Goddammit, Joel. You thought.
âDid he tell you that?â You squeaked out, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.
âHe sure as fuck did, sweetheart. He also told me that you think I have a nice fuckinâ cock.â he chuckled, guiding you towards the direction of his parked pickup truck.
âWell, you do have a nice fucking cock, Tommy. And while your brother was playing with me earlier, all I could think about was you and your cock fucking me.â You lowered your voice when an unsuspecting couple walked past the two of you.
âMmm. I knew that you were a little freak under all those nerves, babygirl. Gonna take real good care of you, okay?â He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, letting his hand curve around your hip. He was thankfully parked in a secluded spot in the lot where people would really have to pay attention to even see the debauchery that would soon be taking place.
He unlocked the back door for you, but before you could climb in, he gently pressed you back against it. âBefore I fuck your brains out, I jusâ wanted to let you know that even though youâre consentinâ now, you can change your mind, okay? It wouldnât be the first time Iâve gone with blue balls, babygirl. I want you to enjoy yourself and if you end up not wantinâ to continue, jusâ let me know, âKay?â His words were genuine like Joelâs, and as much as you appreciated them, you were going to lose your mind any second now.
âTommy, respectfully, thank you. Disrespectfully, Iâm not sure how much longer Iâm going to last without your cock stuffed inside of me.â You breathed out, letting your hand drop from the side of his truck and palm him through the tight confines of his jeans. âPlease, fuck me.â
Thatâs all it took for Tommy to surge forward, his hands coming to rest on either side of your head as his lips met yours in a bruising kiss that was all tongue and teeth, very different from Joelâs style but you fucking loved it already and wasted no time to wind your arms around his neck, carding your fingers through his thick curls, giving them a good firm tug as he reached around you to pull the door latch open.
He bit down teasingly on your lower lip, tugging it out before chasing the kiss once more. âGet that sweet ass of yours in the backseat, babygirlâ he mumbled against your lips and quickly pulled the door open.
Your lips detached from his for a moment only for you to climb into the backseat, falling onto your back as you blindly reached for the hem of your shirt and yanked it over your head.
Tommy was between your legs in seconds after the door slammed shut behind him. His hands grasped at your thighs, spreading them open and positioning your calves to rest over his shoulders. He had a direct view of your covered cunt, a fresh new wet patch blooming through the fabric that sent him grinning like a devil.
âFuckinâ hell, sweetheart. You that wet already? Those little panties of yours are practically ruined, babygirl.â He tsked under his breath as he situated himself as best as he could on his elbows. âCan you show her to me, baby? Show me that pretty pussy.â He nipped at your exposed inner thigh, dragging the stubble along his jaw against your skin while keeping his eyes locked on yours.
âI almost thought about touching myself in the bathroom when I was in there.â You let out a soft sigh as you dragged your hand down over your bare stomach and underneath the hem of your skirt. You looped your thumb around the outside of your panties, pulling them to the side revealing your puffy, soaked cunt to Tommyâs lustful gaze.
âYou shoulda, babygirl. Little slut like you probably needs it all the time, huh? Fingers, a cock stuffed in you, a mouth on that pussy?â He chuckled with a grin. âSpread her open for me, sweetheart. Wanna see all of her before I fuckinâ ruin you.â
You let out a soft whimper from his words just as a droplet of arousal dripped down from your opening and slid down between your cheeks. You used your middle and forefinger to delicately spread yourself open, playing with your arousal that began to coat your fingers, and you couldnât help but slip one finger in before slowly pulling it back out.
âIs she wet enough for you, Tommy? Maybe you need to give her a taste. See how wet she is for yourself.â You encouraged him with a subtle grin.
âMmm. Try daddy, babygirl. Think you can call me that? Youâve got such a pretty pussy. My god. Sheâs already making a goddamn mess all over the seat. Go on and play with yourself for me, sweetheart. I wanna watch.â
âOh, fuck. How did I already know that you were into the daddy kink?â You giggled softly while your fingers began to play with yourself in a teasing motion. You lightly played with your clit, letting out a soft moan as you dragged your fingers lower, teasing your entrance before slipping two fingers in. âOh, fuck, daddy.â You moaned, watching him with hooded eyes as he began to palm himself through his jeans.
âThatâs it. Good fuckinâ girl. Such a good little slut playinâ with her pussy for daddy. Gettinâ her all nice and ready for daddyâs cock.â He preened and reached for his belt buckle, undoing it so he would have a bit of relief. âYou okay if daddy takes a video of this? That way you can watch it later and remember just how good I took care of you, babygirl.â
You nodded enthusiastically as you began to shallowly pump your fingers, curling them inwards before slipping them back out. âOf course you can take a video, daddy. Itâll be your souvenir.â You shot him a playful wink.
âFuck. Youâre really a naughty little slut, babygirl. Touching yourself in daddyâs truck. Gonna have to get it detailed after Iâm done with you.â He snickered and reached for his phone and pulled it out of his pocket. He typed in his password quickly before opening the camera app. âSmile for the camera, babygirl.â He angled his phone towards your face and you responded with a cheesy grin, fingers working over your clit to keep yourself stimulated.
âDaddyâs here with his newest slut and her pretty pussy thatâs going to be stuffed to the fuckinâ brim with daddyâs cock soon.â He brought his phone down between your thighs getting a good view of your fingers playing with yourself. âDrippinâ all over daddyâs fuckinâ seats like the naughty little slut that she is.â
âSo fuckinâ wet for you, daddy.â You moaned, holding steady eye contact between Tommyâs phone and his face. âShow me your cock, please. I want to see it.â
âAsk and you shall receive, babygirl.â He shot you a wink and popped open the button of his jeans followed by his zipper. He pushed his jeans down over his hips along with his boxers. Your eyes went wide for a moment when his cock sprang free and slapped up against his taut stomach.
Tommyâs cock may have not been as thick as Joelâs, but it was longer, and curved at just the right angle.
âGet on all fours for me, baby girl.â He requested while he wrapped his fist around his cock, giving it a few languid strokes from base to tip. You couldnât help but watch as he spit over the bulbous head, rubbing in his saliva for extra lubricant as you worked your skirt and panties off, tossing them into the front seat before you flipped over onto your stomach, situating yourself on your hands and knees.
âWell, if that ainât a sight made in fuckinâ heaven.â He whistled and grabbed a handful of your left ass-cheek, kneading the soft flesh between his fingers before he gave it a good smack, watching it recoil back as you lurched forward, looking over your shoulder at him. Your pupils were blown wide, lower lip harshly taken between your teeth as you rocked your hips back towards him.
âPlease fuck me, daddy.â You arched your back, wiggling your ass in a tantalizing motion just as he brought his hand down over your right cheek in a swift motion eliciting a surprised yelp to slip past your lips.
âYou want daddyâs cock that bad, huh? Such a desperate little slut wantinâ to be stuffed full of daddyâs cock.â He slapped your left cheek then before he let his hand drift upwards against your spine, and to your shoulder blades. He gently pressed you further against the seat so that your back was arched even more.
"gonna stretch you out, gonna be ruined for anyone else." He growled against the shell of your ear. âYouâre gonna be daddyâs favorite fuckinâ slut when heâs finished with you, babygirl.â
And then you felt the head of his cock press against the seam of your dripping cunt, teasing your folds and bumping against your neglected clit. âLook at you already creaminâ all over daddyâs cock. Barely even inside of you yet, sweetheart.â
You lurched forward when you felt him begin to press you open inch by inch till he was bottomed out with his hips pressed firmly against your ass. Your mouth fell open in an âoâ shape as he set an immediate punching rhythm that knocked the air from your lungs.
âOhâoh fuck!â You moaned, listening to the lewd sounds of skin on skin slapping together. The squelch of your pussy and his heavy, guttural grunts as he pounded his hips into your ass over and over again.
âGod, you're such a slut, babygirl. Daddyâs perfect little slut. You give it this good to all the boys, huh? God, your pussy is hugginâ me so goddamn tight.â He groaned out, almost forgetting that he had his phone in his hand still as his forehead came to rest upon your upper back. He slowed his thrusts down momentarily so you could catch your breath and he could check in on you.
âYou good, babygirl?â
âMhmm. Never better.â
He ground his hips against your ass, rolling them forward so you could feel all of him inside of you. Just when you had a moment to catch your breath, he picked the pace up once more and tossed his phone to the side so he could wrap both arms around you, yanking you back against his chest.
"such a whore, babygirl. Workinâ your way through our whole family, aren't you?" He whispered against the shell of your ear, biting down on it with his teeth as he fucked up into you at a new angle.
One hand groped one of your breasts while the other rested along the base of your neck. He was careful to not apply any pressure and get too caught up in the moment. He could feel your pussy fluttering around him, squeezing him like a vice with each pull and drag of his cock. Your eyes were shut in bliss, unabashed moans slipping past your lips as the coil in your belly was pulled tight.
The windows in Tommyâs truck had significantly begun to fog up from the steam that your activities were producing. And despite the discreet location that Tommy was parked in, you couldnât help the rush you felt when you thought of the possibility of someoneâor even Joel catching you and Tommy in this position.
Would he join right in? Fuckâ
âDaddyâdonât stop, please!â You cried out, feeling that coil being pulled even tighter as your thighs began to tremble, and tears flooded your eyes: tears of overwhelming pleasure.
âThatâs it, babygirl. Such a good fuckinâ cockslut for daddy. Good fuckinâ girl. You gonna come all over daddyâs cock? Câmon! Wanna see you fuckinâ coat me, sweetheart. Come all over my fuckinâ cock.â He snapped his hips forwards then, feeling his own release begin to catch up to him, but you always came first. Tommy would never let you, or any of his girls, not come before him.
He dropped one of his hands from your breasts to thum at your already sensitive clit to push you right on over the edge as you cried out his name, pulsing around his cock and seeing stars dancing behind your closed eyelids.
âThere you go, babygirl. There you fuckinâ go.â His tone was much softer now as he slowly slipped out of you, his cock gleaming in your release. He gently flipped you over onto your back, cradling your face delicately in his big hands.
You had a cockdumb look on your face. Completely blissed out and in a whole other world. Your thighs fell open, as your own release drooled down the the seam of your fucked out hole and onto the interior leather seats. In this relaxed position, your pussy let out a squelching sound of air being released, causing you and Tommy to both laugh.
âFucked her pretty good, didnât I?â He chuckled to himself and pressed a kiss to your sweaty forehead. âYou okay if I take a little look at her, babygirl? I wanna see the mess you made.â
âMhmmm.â You hummed, lashes fluttering shut as you stretched your arms behind your head in a languid, relaxed movement.
Tommy reached for his discarded phone bringing it back down right over your still pulsing cunt as his fingers gently spread you open, sliding through the milky residue of your release.
âFuck. So pretty, babygirl. You have such a pretty pussy.â He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to your clit, getting just a little taste before he pulled himself back up. âDefinitely gonna have to get my truck detailed after this, sweetheart.â He ended the video, falling back against the seat beside you to catch his own breath.
You let out another soft, cock dumb giggle, peeking one eye open to look over at him. âYou really think my pussy is that pretty, Tommy?â You dropped one of your hands to lazily rest along your stomach before dipping it between your thighs, missing that stimulated post-orgasm feeling already.
âBaby, sheâs so fucking pretty. Like seriously I could happily watch you play with her for hours and easily get off to it.â He tilted his head to the side to look over at you, grin playing on his lips. âHow are you feelinâ?â
âMmm. Joel loves to watch me play with myself too. Guess itâs just a Miller brother thing, huh?â You winked with a giggle. âI feel fucking amazing, Tommy.â Cock dumb and satisfied, you thought.
He preened at your response, resting his arms along the backseats as he let out a relaxed sigh. âGood, baby. Iâm real happy to hear that. Means that I did my job right. And what can I say? Joel and I are big pussy lovers.â He chuckled and reached for his phone, texting Joel that they would be back shortly, and attached the video as well.
âYeah, you guys sure are.â
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After about twenty minutes, Tommy had to physically help you to sit up and redress. Your entire body felt like jello and you were still positively fucked out. He helped you out of the backseat, keeping his arm wrapped around you for support as he guided you back inside to the booth.
âEasy now, babygirl. Back into my brotherâs lap you go. You just cuddle up with him now, âkay? Pussy took a real poundinâ, let her rest.â Tommy cooed softly against your ear as Joel gently eased you into his lap, letting you bury your face into his neck and lazily wrap your arms around him.
âMhmmm.â You mumbled against his neck, face scrunching up as you breathed in his natural aroma while he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, rubbing soothing circles into your back underneath your shirt.
"Did such a good job, baby love. Tommy showed me how sweet you were to him, let him feel how soft and warm you are, hmm? My good girl. Here, baby, I got you water. Need you to take a sip, you worked hard out there." Joel murmured softly to you.
ïżœïżœIt was so much fun. Tommy was so good to me, baby. He thinks I have such a pretty pussy.â You softly giggled and blindly reached for the glass of water, pulling your face out from where it was pressed against his neck to guzzle the liquid down before cuddling right back up against him.
âIâm happy to hear that, baby love. I knew yâall were gonna hit it off. Mâso proud of my girl. And yes, baby. You do have a pretty pussy. Rest now, âkay?â
You were out like a light then all curled up in his lap like a koala without a care in the world.
âWhatcha do to her, huh? Got my baby all cock drunk, Tommy.â Joel asked softly, reaching for his fresh glass of whiskey and took a small sip, careful to not disturb you.
Tommy was back across the booth, a new cigarette between his lips and his arms crossed behind his head in a relaxed position.
âTook âer for a real good spin.â He grinned, tapping his fingers along the worn, frayed leather. âGonna have to get the truck fuckinâ detailed though.â
âThat so? She make it all messy?â Joel asked.
âFuck. Yeah, she made it real messy alright. Had her drippinâ all down the seats.â
Joel grinned at this, glancing down at your sleeping form in pure adoration and pride. âMmm. I believe it. Sheâs always fuckinâ drippin.â Doesnât matter what time of the day it is, my baby love is always soakin.ââ
âThat right? Pretty slutty cunt like hers always ready to have a big cock in her, huh?â Tommy stifled a chuckle as he sank further against the seat.
You thought you were just having a wet dream, until your hand found Joelâs and discreetly tucked it between your thighs, pressing the pads of his fingers against your ruined cunt that was pulsing once more. Little needy breaths slipped past your parted lips when he gently began to play with you, understanding that you were silently asking him to make you come one more time. You kissed along his neck, open mouthed with little nibbles here and there as you came in his lap, falling back into a relaxed state.
âOkay, think I gotta get my baby love home and in bed. Sheâs gonna sleep so good tonight.â Joel softly announced as he nudged you gently.
âOh, I reckon she will be. You take good care of her, Joel. And text me when yâall are home safe, âkay?â Tommy nodded in Joelâs direction.
âYou know I will, Tommy. Iâll text ya when weâre home.â He gave his brother a little nod and helped you out of the booth and towards the door. Once you were outside, the fresh air seemed to help you wake up a little more as you leaned all your weight into his side.
âYouâre so beautiful, baby love. Iâm so thankful for you, yâknow that? You did so fuckinâ good. Iâm so proud of you, so fuckinâ proud of my girl. Letâs get you home, okay? Youâre gonna sleep so good tonight.â
âI love you, Joel Miller.â You murmured into his shoulder, one arm draped around his middle for support. You may have been cock dumb, and completely fucked out, but you words were true. You loved Joel, and he deserved to hear it.
âI love you too, baby love. My beautiful, beautiful girl.â
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itâs my first time ordering for lunar love hotel đ„șđ„șđ„ș iâm not sure if iâm doing it right but iâd like to order a flower bouquet with chamomile tea and lemon squares from the midnight menu and a fruit smoothie from the morning menu for ceo azul and afab reader (maybe either his secretary or just an employee working under him, whichever you prefer!)
thank u so much! đ„°
yandere!azul ashengrotto x (female) reader
cw: yandere, nsfw, dub-con, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, somnophilia, obsession, power imbalance, abuse of authority, mention of pregnancy, implied alcohol use/inebriation, ceo!azul, secretary!reader
note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order!
[lunar love hotel]
You wake to a dull pressure between your legs, roused from dead, dreamless slumber like a reanimated corpse. Groggily, you blink bleariness away and search through the dimming light for the body propped up above you. Your fingers, clumsy and numb, brush against his chest, climbing up to drag across his collarbone and, ultimately, reaching his face. Heâs without his glasses; twin pools of the deepest sapphire flick over your form, assessing the state of your sentience.
âMmh⊠Mr. A-Ashengrotto?â you mumble, still so out of it. His hips stutter to a halt. Your eyes shut once more, and this time he takes care to move slower. Softer. You arch up into his touch, breathing heavy. âOohâŠâ
What happened? How did you get here? If your spotty memory is to be trusted, you arrived late to the company party, got into a drinking competition with Floyd Leech, and stumbled out into the chilly night, hanging onto the arm of the one and only CEO of Mostro. Your benevolent bossâAzul Ashengrotto.
And now here you are, lying beneath him on a plush bed, your legs wrapped limply around his waist while he rocks into you with a gentleness rivaling that of the smoothest sea. Just beyond the rain-spattered windows, a gloomy cityscape sprawls. Youâre not sure where you are or what floor youâre on. Exhausted, your mind a muddled wreck, you force your eyes open.
âMr. Ashengrotto, what are youâŠâ You swallow dryly. Hangover sticks to you like wet socks on soles. âWhatâre you doing?â
The hand that had been previously rubbing circles into your hip slides away to grasp at your breast. He rolls your perky nipple between two fingers, marveling at the way it sinks in when he presses down. It springs back with ease, still just as pebbled as before.
âYou should knowââ he starts, only to break off with a low moanâ âthat itâs impossible to out-drink Floyd.â
âNo⊠No, thatâs notââ You suck in a shaky breath through your teeth. His cock curves up inside you, hitting all the right places. âCanât⊠We shouldnât be doing this.â
âWhy not?â
âNot right andâitâs wrong⊠Youâre my boss and itâs notâŠgonna look good.â
âMy dear, is that all you ever think of? Even now, your mind is on work. Wonât you relax?â
âBecauseâŠâ You squirm beneath him, deeply unsettled and yet unable to phrase your protests in sharper terms. âMr. Ashengrottoââ
âAzul,â he murmurs, running his knuckles over your cheek. Sickeningly fond, he has the gall to smile at you like an angel. âIt would make me happy if you called me that in private.â
You try to shake your head. âI canâtââ
âWe offer paid maternity leave,â he reminds you, punctuating that point with a sharp, sudden thrust. Your legs tighten around him out of some bodily instinct.
âDonât want that,â you babble, grabbing at his shoulders. âDonât want a baby. I canâtâneed money to live. Itâs expensive⊠Please, Mr. AshengrottoâŠâ
He tuts, a frown flickering on his handsome face. âYou look so tired. Rest, my dear. Iâm here for you.â
Azul lifts you from the bed, angling his hips down to ensure his seed will find its rightful home in snug, gummy depths. Heâs borderlining the edge of the end, teetering on a pleasurable precipice. You feel yourself falling. In spite of everythingâthe situation and the intention in every thrustâit feels good. Mindless. Intrinsic. Strangely meant to be.
âYou work so hard on my behalf. Such a diligent secretary, always knowing just what I want when I need it.â Azul takes your hand in his, squeezing reassuringly. You shiver at the contactâwhether in revulsion or reverence, he canât say. âAh, but your eating habits are abysmal. You work late and arrive early. You come into the office on the verge of death, and then you lie to my face when I ask if all is well.â He peers down at you, eyes shimmering with an odd emotion. âWhy do you run from me, my dear?â
âA-Azuâooh⊠AzulâŠâ
âWas that so difficult? My name isnât a mouthful. If you say it enough, it may stick permanently. Mrs. (Name) Ashengrottoâwhat a precious title. So musical.â
You follow his hand as it moves to press down against your stomach. You canât be with him. Heâs your boss and youâre his secretary. It wouldnât look right. The rumors that would spread⊠You couldnât handle that sort of pressureâof having all eyes glued to your figure whenever you walk into a room.
âI wanna go homeâŠâ
âYou are home.â
âMy home.â
His expression sours. âI wouldnât call that hovel a home.â
Your head falls back against the pillows. Whatâs the point in debating? Sleep claws at you, dragging you back with greedy fingers. Bile rises in your throat, so you swallow it down. You have to say something. You canât let him have his way. You canât be a mother. Not now. You canât. You canât. You canât.
But itâs so easy to float along and succumb. Itâs so easy to be lazy. Itâs so easy to agree. Itâs what your boss wants. As his dutiful secretary, you must listen and do just as he asks.
âGet some sleep. You need it. Iâll be here when you wake.â
You donât intend to, but your eyes fall shut. His voice is soothing like the sweetest song. With your consciousness now waning, you slip away just as he bottoms out and releases with a groan. Your insides are flooded with cum, but thatâs the last thing you concern yourself with. Itâs what he says next that follows you into your dreams. An ominous omen. A confession.
âI love you, (Name)⊠And soonâquite soonâyouâll love me, too.â
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First Mother's Day
Note: I decided to do a special post in what is now my OP Men as Dads series, and do a Mother's Day headcanon/blurb post. I understand this day can be rough for some, but I hope that whether you celebrate or not, whether your mom is in your life or not, that you have a lovely day otherwise and if this isn't your cup of tea, I hope there's something else that can entertain you today. <3
If you'd like my thoughts on other OP men as dads (Shanks, Kid, Usopp, etc.), please just ask and I'll give an answer! I'll include Luffy in this despite my viewing him as a son or brother, but it probably won't be x Reader based. Requests are being worked on as well.
I am using baby Ace image to break up this and the actual content from now on lol. He's just so cute. đ„ș
Ace is going to go all out for your first Motherâs Day. Heâs buying flowers, candies, and cards, all from him and your daughter. Even if you tell him you donât want anything except a quiet day at home with the two of them, heâs buying you gifts.
Heâll likely buy you a bracelet with your daughterâs name on it, or maybe a charm bracelet with her birthstone, so you can add any more in the future if/when you have more children. Ace will try to make you breakfast in bed, but he ends up burning the bacon to the point your smoke alarm goes off, and you have to open all the windows to air out the house the rest of the day (at least itâs a nice day out). He orders out breakfast from a nearby diner to make sure you have something that morning, heâll even try to take your daughter out for a walk or to Luffy and Saboâs place for the day to give you a break, but you insist on going along.
âYou should have the day off though!â
âAce, I donât want a day off. Rogue is only three monthâs old, and Iâd much rather spend the day with you and her than alone. Thatâs not a fun Motherâs Day to me.â
The three of you end up at Luffy and Saboâs place, the two uncles absolutely adoring their niece as she coos and lets them hold her without any crying or fussing. When you get home later that night, Ace watches you get Rogue ready for bed. He knew from the start that you would be a great mother, and sometimes, he just wishes his own mother was around to see it, and to meet her granddaughter.
~~
Law has a plan that gets thrown off when your son decides to be born a week earlier than expected, on Motherâs Day itself. He still tries to do something for you, even though the original plan of taking you out for brunch and giving you a quiet day at home while you waited for your baby to be born was now out the window. He shouldâve known, ever since he met Luffy all his plans go haywire at some point. At least it led to you two meeting eventually.
Once youâve gone to sleep and your son Rosi is in the nursery at the hospital, Law slips out to quickly put something together. He has a gift for you, a motherâs ring that will fit into your wedding band, he just needs flowers, or chocolate, or something to add to it. He doesnât really like to be clichĂ©, but he ends up with flowers, at least theyâre something pretty you can have in your hospital room and when youâre released to take your baby boy home.
The girl in the hospital gift shops tells him he looks happy, even if Law doesnât really show it. She swears itâs just something in the way he speaks while he asks her to pull together a small bouquet for you. He is happy, beyond that actually, knowing you two have a son, you both are healthy and safe. He has a family again, his very own. The flowers and ring arenât enough to convey his gratitude to you for giving him a family to call his own, but itâs a start. There will be plenty more times for him to do so in the future.
When Law gets back to your room, youâre awake again and in the middle of nursing your son, a nurse helping you when you need it. She notices the flowers heâs brought and leaves you both with a smile, saying sheâll come back in a few minutes.
âWhereâd you get off to?â
âHad to get something,â Law comes over and presses a kiss to your forehead, giving you a smile, âHappy Motherâs Day.â
~~
Penguin has thought of what to do every day since your daughter Wren was born. Heâs come up with multiple ways to celebrate your first Motherâs Day, but nothing seems just right to him. Heâs thought of brunch, breakfast in bed, giving you a day out with your friends while he watches your daughter, or even a weekend trip away, leaving your baby with her grandparents, but nothing works out. Restaurants and diners he calls are all booked up already, you hate eating in bed because of crumbs, your friends all had plans either with their own mothers or their spouses and kids, and your own parents were out of town for the next two weeks.
He ends up with no real plans for the day and feels terrible about it as it approaches. Its going to be another normal Sunday for the three of you, he hates the idea of that because itâs your first Motherâs Day, it should be special, shouldnât it?
When the day finally comes around, Penguin is up first, hearing Wrenâs little babbles through the baby monitor, and going to pick her up. At nine-months-old sheâs figured out how to stand up on her own, still no steps being taken by herself, but when she sees Penguin enter the nursery, she grins and starts bouncing up and down, holding the rail of her crib and shouting âdaâ over and over. It makes Penguin smile as he picks her up, kissing her chubby cheek which makes her squeal.
âGood morning, Wren! Letâs keep quiet, mommyâs still asleep, okay?â
âDa!â
He laughs a bit, lifting her up over his head to make her giggle again, as she reaches her little hands towards his face.
âYou knowâŠa great gift would be for you to say âmamaâ for the first time, yeah?â
âMa?â
âYeah, youâre close! Now, just say âmamaâ.â
Wren sticks her tongue out while she tries to speak, Penguin helping her along for several minutes until she finally says something close to âmamaâ.
âMmâŠma.â
Penguin sighs a bit, but nods as he brings Wren down and kisses her cheek again, making her giggle as she wraps her arms around his neck.
âYou two sure have been having fun.â
Both look to you in the doorway, no shortage of smiles among the three of you, as Wren lights up and starts to reach for you, trying to say she wants you to hold her. You both take just a moment too long to get her to you, and it makes her fuss and kick her legs a bit.
âMaâŠma!â
You didnât even get her in your arms, you and Penguin both freezing in place for a moment while Wren continues to fuss and whine, almost in tears since you havenât held her yet.
âMama!â
âIââ
âHer first word!!â You quickly take Wren from Penguin and hug her close, kissing her cheeks and forehead telling her how proud you are of your little girl. âThis is the best Motherâs Day gift!â
At least that worked out, even if he didnât have a plan in mind.
~~
Sanji wouldnât have waited nearly a year to celebrate you as a mother if you hadnât forced him to. With fraternal twins to now take care of and raise, youâve both been through bouts of exhaustion and elation over the two babies you brought into the world. Sora and Angel, your precious blessings, were nearly a year old, and youâd already started planning a birthday party for them, completely ignoring the fact Motherâs Day was a few weeks prior to their turning one-year-old.
Sanji didnât forget, he had a plan, one that included your twins scribbling away to make cards for you, though he didnât expect the two to be so fussy about it and mark each other up more than the papers. He learned very quickly to not give babies or toddlers markers, unless they were washable. You still donât fully realize how Sora ended up with a bright green mark over his right eye and Angel had a hot pink line down her left arm.
The rest was simple, breakfast in bed, made by your professional chef husband of course, and whatever else you wanted for the rest of the day. If you want to lay in bed and watch TV without interruption, heâd put your twins in the stroller and take them to the park. If you wanted to turn your phone off and sleep the day away, heâd take over and leave you alone until you needed anything. Whatever you want, itâs a day to celebrate you as the mother of his children, he wasnât going to deny you anything.
But when you do tell him what you want, after finishing off breakfast, Sanjiâs a bit surprised.
âAre youâŠsure?â
âMm-hm,â you nod and try to keep Sora from grabbing the butter knife on the tray, making him whine while Angel slept in Sanjiâs arms, âI want to spend the day with the three of you.â
âYouâŠdo that every day though, my love.â
âSo?â smiling, you kiss the top of Soraâs head and watch Angel as she starts to stir awake, rubbing her eyes with her tiny hands, âYou guys are my family. I hate the idea of not being with the three of you today, so Iâd rather just spend it like we always do.â
Sanji nods a bit, seeming to understand, greeting Angel when she wakes up fully with a kiss to the forehead. It makes you happy to watch him with both your children, but especially your daughter. How could he ever think youâd want to spend the day alone? Not when you had these two blessings as your children and Sanji as your husband.
âWe could still take these two to the park later, maybe burn off some energy so they nap at a decent time.â
âOf course! Whatever you want, my love.â
~~
Zoro doesnât even fully realize that its Motherâs Day until Nami says something to him. The past few weeks with your son have been exhausting for both of you, but he canât believe he forgot that this was a thing. He has nothing planned and isnât sure what to do. Heâs running out of time, itâs literally just a few hours away before Nami offers to take you out for the day wherever the Sunny docks in the morning. Zoro will stay with your son on the ship, and youâll get a day off from being a mom and wife, the two think itâs the best thing to give you on such short notice, though Nami does up the interest on his debt again for this.
You donât even get to say good morning to your husband or son before Nami has dragged you off to whatever she has planned, its really just a normal girlâs day out with shopping and lunch. Most of what you buy isnât even for you, itâs baby items that you need or clothes you think are adorable. It just ended up making you miss your son more as the day went on.
When you do get back to the ship, your son is wailing and no one has been able to calm him down, not even Zoro while he tries his hardest and lightly bounces your baby as he shushes him gently. As soon as you drop your bags youâre taking him from your husband and holding him close to calm him down.
âShh, shh, itâs okay, mommyâs here, Keitaro. Iâm back.â
He slowly calms down once he realizes its you, burying his little face in your shoulder and keeping a tight grip on your shirt. When you ask Zoro what the deal was with Nami dragging you off the ship so early, before you even had the chance to hold Keitaro that day, he explains the situation and it just makes you tilt your head.
ââŠitâs Motherâs Day?â
You hadnât even realized it. That just makes Zoro feel bad that it caused your son such distress, and he and Nami both apologize for not talking to you about it beforehand. They both assumed the other had discussed it with you. You didnât really care to celebrate, all that mattered was being with your husband and son, the rest of your day spent with just the two of them.
Note 2: Out here dropping names like I didn't say I'd make a post about that at some point lol. So, the firstborns in order of character are Portgas D. Rogue, Trafalgar D. Rosinante (called Rosi cause it's too damn cute), Wren, Sora and Angel, and Roronoa Keitaro.
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@zutaramonth Day 3: After all these years ||
I just love the idea of them learning to dance together and being so very cute and awkward about it at first đ„șđ.
Brief backstory:
Although they were busy preparing for the war, they still needed time to have fun and de-stress so a small feast with music and dancing seemed like a good idea. Zuko and Katara were pushed to spend time together by the rest of the Gaang because they've had enough of the weird distance between the two, brought by brewing feelings that both weren't sure about acknowledging yet. At this point, they've already resolved most of their issues and were on track to becoming really good friends until the 'complication' happened.
Feelings can be ass sometimes fr.
Somehow, what started as a one time, peer pressured, clumsy bonding attempt between two hyperaware-of-each-other teenagers ended up lasting longer than expected. Excuses would be made to continue dancing together because once the initial awkwardness has passed, they found that it was actually quite relaxing (especially for two usually hot headed people) just going through the motions and communicating with looks and gentle touches what they had zero courage to say out loud. Both were also restless and couldn't always spend their hours training so dancing felt like fair game. A very pleasant and completely platonic way of passing the time with a good friend, or at least that's what they told themselves.
Then the war ended, feelings were finally acknowledged and returned now that there was enough time to reflect and actually do something about it and time continued to pass. No matter the changes and busy schedules that came with adulthood and bearing the responsibilities of ruling/helping rule a nation, some things remained constant. Though they never broadcasted it, the Gaang knew that Katara and Zuko would sometimes be found at night just swaying in each other's arms while they quietly talked about their day. It became a tradition - their way to bond and reconnect after a busy day. It was also muscle memory at this point and something they would naturally drift to doing when the opportunity arose. If they weren't training, lounging and drinking tea or walking arm in arm along the courtyard for a stroll, they'd be dancing.
Ofc the dances varied. Most of the time it was simple, intimate, and didn't require much energy. It was during festivals and other special events where they'd let loose and swap partners with their friends. They definitely would've taught each other's traditional dances too. Most of the time they stuck to couple dances though.
The two would then make it to their golden years surrounded by friends and family. In this au, Aang, Sokka and Suki are definitely still alive and kicking and they, together with Toph, would reminisc about the good old days and pat themselves in the back for helping get Zuko and Katara together. They would've gotten together eventually anyway but the Gaang just sped up the process and the credit for starting the whole dancing tradition goes to them. Aang isn't afraid to admit that he and whoever he married in this au also partake in said tradition; Sokka and Suki would do so every now and then but they much prefer exchanging swords as their love language; Toph is indifferent and much prefers just sitting back and letting them enjoy themselves.
This is way over due but I'm glad I was able to finish it. Will sadly be the only prompt I'll be able to do for zutara month bc life threw a wrench and made me too busy, though I'm still interested in making the other prompts at a later date. /N
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Wriothesley thought.
Wrio giving us the princess/queen treatment bcs he's so whipped for us gives me butteflysđ€
THE WAY HE WOULD đ„șđ„șđ„ș I'm such a sucker for princess treatment so;;;;; this is so self indulgent HAHAHAA I got so carried away but that's ok âĄâĄâĄ No prns used !!
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Wrio would treat you so well and and spoil you omg;;;
Opens things for you without you even having to ask! Doors, car doors, soda cans, pudding cups. You name it, he's opening it for you.
The kinda guy who would memorize your schedule and what time you come home, just so that he can go to you and pick you up himself đ„ș
Would bring your favorite desserts with him, as well as your thermos full of some tea he made. Gives you lots and lots and lots of kisses when he picks you up, sometimes even literally picks you up and spins you in a circle, not letting you down even when you laugh and scold him because he's so embarrassing! he doesn't careâ he just lives for hearing you laugh.
Deposits you in the passenger seat of his car himself, and seatbelts you in with a little kiss to your forehead and your nose. When he gets caught in a red light, he holds your hand, too.
When you go out shopping, he will not allow you to carry a single shopping bag. That's all him. The only thing he wants you to be holding is his hand âĄ
Also also !! When you go clothes shopping, know that he's paying for everything that you want, too. If you come out of the changing room, smiling and telling him how good you think you look in the clothes you're fitting, he'll always nod and tell you that he's falling in love with you all over again.
And while you're trying on the next outfit, he's quietly calling over one of the store clerks and handing them his card, telling them to charge everything that you like there ⥠Absolute sugar daddy energy HAHAHAHAHAHAH
Pays for all your meals, too!
He asked you what you're allergic to and what you don't like eating on one of your first few dates together and he's been keeping it all on a list on his phone ever since. He makes absolutely sure that whatever restaurant you dine in, you won't be at risk of anything you can't/don't like eating.
If you feel cold while you hang out, he's giving you his jacket in the blink of an eye. Even rubs your arms and holds your hands so they warm up. Deffo cups your hands in his and blows on them!
And if you get tired? He's kneeling in front of you, telling you to get on his back. he'd give you a piggyback ride back to his car or either of your places (whichever is closer) and brings you a cup of water so you're not dehydrated.
and rest assured that on days where he can't be with you physically, he texts you! Not to much so to the point that it's overwhelming, but he at least sends you a good morning and a good night text :)
Also texts you asking if you've eaten! And and, if you say that you haven't yet, he gets food delivered to your home or your workplace/school đ„ș
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hi hello
i love your regency stuff its amazing
especially arranged marriage soap
it just has a certain vibe to it like i fricking love the "madly in love" with "guarded, defensive" cuz then u get to see the person open up eventually đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș
He walks into your family estate with all the pride to his name. You're going to do your best to tear that down quickly. No point in drawing this sham of an engagement out longer than it already has been. His eyes touch you with so much heat when your father introduces you that you almost lose your nerve. He kisses your hand and it's the warmest greeting you've ever been party to. When he calls you Mrs. Mactavish you almost hit him, though you almost think he was hoping you would. His eyes hold a mischief you're not accustomed to.
No matter, you're good at this. Acting the part of terror. Your father excuses himself to let you two get acquainted, the maids run to fetch tea, you sit across from him in the drawing room and do your best to look uninterested. He sits comfortably, an air of unrivaled masculinity in the way he sits forwards with his elbows against his knees, his legs spread just on the edge of too wide. He puts on no gentlemanly airs for you, and some part of you appreciates that. The other part of you bristles at his attention.
"Is it true you men don't wear anything under those," You ask, pointing towards the kilt around his waist. You're going for rude. Though you're loathe to admit it suits him well, with the tailored waistcoat and jacket, he's a terribly handsome man. All the more reason for you to get rid of him quickly.
"Are ye hopin' to see for yerself, bonnie?" He asks, his smirk is terribly charming. Rakish and self assured. You hate it.
"Just trying to gauge your civility," You huff, turning to look out the window rather than at his smile.
"'Fraid I don't have much of that," He tells you, the rough timber of his voice and the lilt of his accent make you feel far too warm.
"No?" You snap your fan open to distract yourself, it must be the air not circulating.
"No," He purrs, "No use for it with you." You glare at him over the edge of your fan.
"I don't deserve it I suppose?" You accuse, at least the other men your father tried to marry you off to were polite. Until they ran off swearing at you.
"Dinnae say that," He hums, threads his fingers together as he inspects you. "I want you to call me Johnny," His subject change takes you by surprise, you snap your fan shut. You don't like not having control, and this feels very much like losing control of the conversation.
"Mr. Mactavish-" He cuts you off with a click of his tongue, the admonishment makes you stomach warm.
"Johnny." He corrects.
"Johnny," You grit, only to be cut off again.
"Ooh," He sighs, his voice low and promising, "Good girl." You open your mouth to says something, but nothing comes out. Your cheeks feel hot, and your breaths come heavier. He can't talk to you like that. Can he?
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Aftercare !
Includes; Zhongli, Kaveh, Diluc, Kazuha, Thoma, Itto
Not requested !
Tags; Slight smut/NSFW. Fem!reader. Fluffy and soft, mentions of cockwarming, markings. Many cuddles !
Zhongli
Lots and lots of personal attention to your wellbeing. He acknowledges that he can pretty rough in the moment that you are left unable to walk for a week sore. But no worries, he'll gladly clean you up, bring you a glass of water and tend to you fully
He draws a warm bath for you, having you rest against his chest as his fingers rub fragrant shampoo in your hair. You don't need to even say anything, Zhongli will already be aware of all your sore spots, and his hands are making work to message and rub ointment to those areas with delicate care.
Will gladly carry you if your legs are too wobbly to support you; carrying you bridal style back to the bedroom in which he tucks you in while praising you for how well you made him feel.
Prepares you tea in the following mornings and offers to message any more spots that may be bothering you all the while kissing your cheek lightly
" How do you feel, my dearest? Do you still hurt here? I'm quite sorry, my love, but you performed wonderful last night. Let me know if there's anything I can get you."
Kaveh
So many snuggles <33
He's touch starved and moments after intimacy leave him cuddling with you, tugging your form to his bare chest after as he peppers your face with chaste kisses.
He likes to lay by your side for a couple of minutes before getting up to get you some things. Amongst these moments, he likes to express just how much he loves you while his hand messages your waist. He inquires about trivial little things as you both take the moment to catch your breath; easily mesmerized by the way your chest still heaves even after the deed was done.
And after those initial seconds of cooling down, he gets straight to work to fulfill your needs. Gets you cleaned up and brushes your hair for you, placing it in a nice ponytail, keeping it nice and tidy or just clipping it back with some cute hairclips.
He's very scrupulous in the way he cares for you. He understands that you're sore, and so he is very patient. He makes sure you get a drink of water before you fall asleep, nudging the glass cup towards your lips with "just one sip before you sleep, okay?"
Holds you close to him, his head pressed in the crook of your neck as he whispers endless praises to the shell of your ear until he ultimately passes out.
" You're so pretty, you deserve everything, my love. I love you so much, you're so wonderful to me."
Diluc
Kinda conflicted
He would love to stay sheath within you. Your mushy walls were so welcoming and warm, and he swore he could be in that spot forever. But he also wants to tend to your needs because he prioritizes you before his own pleasure and care!
He always likes to press a lingering kiss on your shoulder. It's his way of silently saying I love you and thank you when you're both still attempting to catch your breath after a very intimate exchange, his face fuming a baby red.
Offers to message your hips, shoulders, or hands. He feels a tinge of guilt when he notices how you flinch when his finger traces after the marks he left on your chest. But your sweet reassurances release him from the worries as he tidied you up
Falls asleep with you cradled close to his chest, head buried in your shoulder. Intimacy leaves him feeling vulnerable- but with you, it wasn't the worst thing
He finds himself starring at you before he falls and after he awakes in the early hours. He can't bring himself to look away
Takes work off the following day so he can spend the day caring for you and spending the early hours of the day cuddling with his s/o.
" I can't my eyes off you, you look heavenly. You may just make me go out of business- but that's alright, I prefer to be here with you anyway."
Kazuha
The most doting boyfriend in the world đ„șđ„ș
Once the deed is done before you can even utterly say a single sound, Kazuha is already getting up to fetch you some water and towel to clean you up. He doesn't let you fall asleep until he's 100% sure he's fulfilled all your needs and tended to you properly.
His hands are playing with your hair while you're silently munching on the food he brought you. Or if you prefer, he'll gladly converse whatever is on your mind.
And there's always the alternative option of mumbling poems and haiku dedicated to you in your honor. What a greater time to do so than right after being intimate? And besides, he adores the way your face blushes when he reads off his writings <3
Praises you a lot. Let's you know very well just how good you made him feel and expresses how beautiful and pretty look in the afterglow(even better if you're covered in lovebites)
If you're too sore to walk- no problem! He'll carry you- piggyback or bridal style - your choice- around anywhere you need to go.
" You've brought me so much warmth amongst the cold and the rustling of the leaves. You grant me a home in which I will always be grateful."
Thoma
Malewife. You will not be lifting a finger. He will take care of everything.
If you're really sleepy, he'll let you rest for a bit, kissing you on the forehead while he gets to work cleaning up.
Brings you a change of clothing and helps you get dressed if your muscles are sore. Very careful and patient
Gets a nice bath going for you if it's what you please. Rinses and cleans your hair with gentle hands that probably lull you to sleep at some point.
Brings a couple of extra pillows and blankets so that the both of you are nice and comfortable for rest of the night.
He pulls you close into his chest, fingers carding through your hair as his lips trail your forehead. He loves having you close to him. You give off so much heat, and he wants to by your side for as long as possible
Will gladly have some pillowtalk if you can't fall asleep right away. If anything, it gives him a good excuse to spoon you and hold you close and for you to maybe play with his loose hair as well.
Makes you breakfast in bed the following morning, his doting and caring nature extending far beyond the night.
" Are you alright, love? Ah- stay in bed, I'll get you some water and a bath, how does that sound? Do you still like lavender bath salts or would you prefer something else?"
Itto
He nearly collapses on top of you afterward, his arms going to draw your weak and sleepy form near his.
It's just a whole lot of physical attention and cuddles from there <33
He keeps a conversation going with you, cracking a few light-hearted jokes here and there to keep the atmosphere light. While doing so, he strokes your hair, fingers messaging your head carefully that lulls you to sleep within a matter of minutes
Really, Itto loves to gaze at you. He becomes mesmorized by all the marking he left, and despite all, you continue to beam a smile at him.
He likes to be told how well he made you feel and vice versa. Is filled with pride feeling knowing you enjoyed it as much as he did <33
Wraps you into a blanket burrito, holding you close to him before passing out. His body is like a furnace, keeping you nice and comfortable through the rest of the night.
Unshamlessly carries you around everywhere the following day because your legs are like spaghetti noodles.
" Did you feel good, babe? Wha..?? You're legs hurt, want a piggyback ride? I'll have the gang bring us some noodles. How does that sound?"
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CHAPTER ONE: PUTATIVE SELF DEFENSE â HIGURUMA SENSEI SERIES
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â putative self-defense.
when a person believes they are in imminent danger and acts in what they believe would be self-defense, when, in reality, the threat does not exist or is not as severe as perceived.Â
wc: 5.9K â pairing for the series: professor!higuruma x student!reader
â summary.
after your roommate fails to replenish the coffee in your dorm room, you drag your insomniac ass towards the cafeteria before heading to your first criminal law class. unfortunately, things don't go as expected â it's so, so much worse than you could have anticipated. at least, your personal torturer is very good-looking, and has the most beautiful hooked nose you have ever seen.
â Tags and c/w.
non-curse au. college au. silly slow-burn rom-com between professor and college student (this is purely a work of fiction, okay guys?) reader is kind of a mess (like, literally). this is cliché with some twists. nobara is the best and worst roomie ever. nobamaki is a thing here. nobody likes cafeteria coffee. higuruma has a best friend, i'm so happy about that. second hand embarrassment. misunderstandings are talked through and resolved. higuruma is a little unhinged, and we love him for that.
thank you so much @redlikerozez for betaing this đ„ș
Your morning was a clusterfuck.
Diving your face in ice cold water did absolutely nothing to wake you from your anxiety ridden all-nighter. The world felt like a half dazed hallucination by this point.
Your energy was running so low this morning that you wound up putting your jeans on top of your pajamas pants, throwing a coat over the rest of the mess, and twirling your hair into something that could barely be considered a bun, topping it all off with the ugliest scarf you had â a red polka-dot scarf.
It seemed to be a taunting from the Gods â this was, for some supernatural reason, the only scarf you ever found when you were running late, and you hated the thing, but feared that if you threw it away, some higher power would punish you, and you'd never find another scarf to wear.
You were also scared that if you tried taking a shower, you might end up sleeping under it.
"What are you doing?" your roommate asked, as you pulled your face from the bowl filled with water and ice cubes. "Jesus, you look like hell."
"Trying to crawl my way back to the world of the living. It's not working."
Nobara walked behind you and opened the mini-fridge, grabbing a single slice of cheese and rolling it up to eat it.
"Oh, a breakfast fit for the champions" you mocked, while patting your face with a tea towel.
She scoffed. "Get off my ass, I didn't have the time for groceries."
"Oh, you totally had the time, you just spent it all with your girlfriend in her room!"
Nobara grabbed a crumpled tissue that she found over the counter and threw it in your direction.
You dodged it because you werenât sure what the fuck that tissue had been used for cleaning.
"Leave me the hell alone! I deserved it before classes started," she complained, pouting.
You laughed as you walked towards the coffee machine, to see if some liquid energy would be enough to pump you through the day.
"Aren't you supposed to be out there already? Weren't you going to head into criminal law today or whatever?" she asked.
And you were, actually.
"So, how is he?" you inquired, tapping around the coffee machine and behind it, looking for the coffee powder.
"Professor Higuruma, you mean?" Nobara got up and walked towards her bed, throwing herself over it like a rag doll. "I still haven't had class with him, but according to Maki, he's kinda weird."
"Your girlfriend's definition of weird for the male faculty members is too broad, Nobara. She said the same thing about at least four or five professors."
She shrugged. "According to gossip, professor Higuruma had to take some time off academia after his PhD because of a mental breakdown."
"Well, he is the guy that got two masters degrees simultaneously and one PhD right after. I guess that does things to a person" you mocked, opening the cabinet drawer. Where is the coffee?
"Oh, that's why he's the head of two chairs?!"
"Yup, Criminal Law and Criminal Procedure Law."
"Well, from what Maki has told me, he likes to quiz his students on the spot randomly," Nobara stated as she pulled her phone from her night stand and began texting.
After looking all around and not finding the coffee powder, you were very much annoyed.Â
"Nobara, where is the coffee?"
"We don't have any," she answered nonchalantly, still with her eyes glued to her phone.
You whipped your head towards her so fast, you nearly hurt your neck.
"Nobara, I need coffee. This is not a drill! It's my first criminal law class!"
"Oh, future criminal defense attorney, you definitely need some coffee, no one in their good mind would be wearing whatever the hell that is," she noted, pointing at you. "Especially that ugly red thing around your neck. Why do you still have that?"
"Ugh, now I'll have to go into the cafeteria before class to drink their awful coffee, and it's entirely your fault. Wardrobe editing rights are officially revoked!"
You stepped towards the door grabbing your bag as you heard her ask, "Hhey, is that your pajamas top?"
"No!" you replied, pulling your coat over your hello kitty pajamas top, before going out.
***
I can't fucking believe this.
You got in line to buy an overpriced $2 coffee â overpriced because it basically tasted like dirty water flavored with the souls of the damned â as you looked at your watch nearly every twenty seconds or so.
This coffee was so bad you usually tried to cover it up with milk, syrup and whatever else they had at their clients' disposal, but the aftertaste was always â always â completely cursed.
While in line, you noticed the guy who stood in front of you, and got distracted from your hurry by his back, as silly as that might sound.
He was tall â not the tallest, but at least a head above you â and his black hair was neatly cut by the tail end where his neck met his black suit collar. His posture was a little crooked to the side, one shoulder hanging a little lower than the other, and it felt kind of⊠charming?
Realizing you were nearly burning a hole in the man's back with your eyes, you averted your gaze elsewhere.
This is pathetic. I'm pathetic.
You figured that you had to be really sleep-deprived â and, honestly, kinda lonely â to be simping over some random guy's back.
Not only that, but while waiting in line at the campus cafeteria, the less sexy place to ever exist.
Class. I need coffee. I need to get to class. I'm pathetic. Iâm also almost late.
And almost late you were. Somehow, you managed to wait just until you'd be a little too fumbled on the clock in order to get your ass out of your dorm room's bed to do something about it, and never even bothered to check if there would be any coffee to be made.
Just one of the many minor self-sabotaging shit you pulled against yourself from time to time.
After grabbing the damned drink and tainting it with further things to mask its terrible taste, your sleepless and nearly-late ass, when running across the cafeteria, body slammed by accident the same guy that was in line right in front of you. He was then covered in your coffee â an unholy concoction of said beverage, cold water, milk, and pancake syrup for sweetening.Â
Not only that, but to top it all off, you chuckled right after you began apologizing, actually laughing at the poor man.
It wasn't because the situation was even remotely funny, or that you were cackling at his humiliation. You just had the laughter response to stressful or embarrassing situations.
At church, during the national anthem, at an accident, or in the middle of a very hard test â whenever you were really stressed, you found yourself having to hold your urge to cackle.
Unfortunately, even after twenty-seven years, this was something you hadnât quite mastered yet.
As you tried to grab some napkins from the counter behind him, you slipped, ceasing the laughter immediately.
Instant karma. Seems fair.
Before you hit the ground, though, he held you by your waist and with a hand on your arm. You felt the taut muscles under the suit enveloping you and pulling you back on your feet in one dexterous, swift motion. His shoulders were not slouched anymore.
"Shit, shit, I'm so sorry!" you exclaimed, trying to shuffle yourself away from him. His grip was tight, clearly from someone that had just been startled, and his body felt warm â especially considering you had just covered the poor guy in hot liquid.
As you parted yourself from him, you finally took a good look at the man.Â
The best words to describe him right now were disheveled mess. His tie was crumpled, his white button shirt had a massive brown stain from the coffee spilled, his short black hair was messily pulled back leaving a few strands out to frame his forehead, and his ashy black eyes were clearly surprised as he tried to check if you were alright.Â
And that beautiful hooked nose.
He was definitely brooding and good-looking â the tired, overworked, insomniac, bags under his eyes and two steps away from sleeping on his feet kind of good-looking.
The front certainly matches the back.
Then, realizing your mind was doing whirls about his appearance, you shook your head for a moment, dispersing the thoughts away.
"It's fine, just let me-" he answered, taping his hands around his suit, seemingly looking for something.Â
You had nearly forgotten you were tight on time until you heard the bell ringing. He turned around startled when it rang, cussing something under his breath, which gave you the perfect opportunity to dash away.
"I'm very sorry! I'm really late for my next class, I need to run, but I'm so, so sorry!" you blurted as you took off running, feeling a tinge of guilt knowing full well you had left him alone to fend off for himself with that abominable coffee stain.
So, why clusterfuck?
When you arrived in class, having lost yourself on campus twice when running around like a dizzy duck in a fatigued haze trying to find the right classroom, you saw who was sitting at the professor's desk in front of the entire classroom.
That huge coffee spill was pretty visible, even if he had now closed his suit jacket on top of it.
Shit.
The man was fumbling around with some papers over his desk with one hand while he adjusted his glasses â that he wasn't wearing earlier â with the other.
You sat in the back of the classroom, which had an amphitheater architecture to it. If you were lucky enough, though, maybe he wouldn't notice you.
However, upon further inspection, you noticed that the back of the class was especially empty, and realized at that moment you were standing out like a sore thumb.Â
This couldn't get any worse, could it?
You wished for a hole to appear right under your feet and drag you down.
"So, good morning to you all. I apologize for my late arrival. As you can all tell, I had to face some unforeseen circumstances," he began, pulling on the edge of his jacket suit to reveal the brown-colored Rorschach of shame plastered over his white shirt.
Some students laughed, and you recoiled in your seat, praying this was all just a first-day-in-class-embarrassment type of dream.
It wasn't.
"Welcome to Criminal Law I. My name is Higuruma Hiromi, and I'll be your professor. I hope you all can learn a thing or two from me," he said, before stepping in front of his desk and sitting over it.
"So, I'd like to begin this class with the following question: what is fairness?"
Some hands jumped up, and you slid yourself under your seat even further, surely to hit the ground if you sunk any deeper.Â
Higuruma's eyes began darting around the classroom.
Something you'd learn in a second about him was that he liked to poke at the students who didn't seem keen in participating, just to create some stormy engagement and get truly unexpected answers.
The ones who lifted their hands, the classic know-it-alls, were the students he considered to be remarkably boring and utterly predictable.
"You," he stated, and it took you a few seconds â and multiple blinks â to realize his finger was pointing in your direction. "Girl with the red scarf, tell me what you think fairness is."
You were at a complete loss for words.
"I⊠I⊠FairnessâŠ"
Then silence.
You couldn't muster up anything to say to save your life.
You really should have slept better.
He sighed, and tilted his head to the side.
"Guess I'll have to demonstrate it."
Nobody understood what the professor meant, and much to everyone's surprise, he began walking up towards you, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he did so.
Then, looking straight at you, he stood beside the exit door, and gestured towards it.Â
"Girl with the red scarf, please, leave this classroom."
Before you could actually be offended that he didn't even ask your name, you felt your stomach drop, and your face glow a warm, deeply uncomfortable red.
Out of everything you thought could happen, getting kicked out of the classroom within the first five minutes into a lecture wasnât even listed as one of the top 10 alternatives.
What the fuck? Isn't that a little excessive?
Speechless, you grabbed your backpack from the ground, and lifted yourself up, standing there for a few seconds, completely dumbfounded. The classroom was silent enough that a needle falling on the ground could be heard.
And then, suddenly, the urge came upon you, raining down like a hailstorm.
Laughter bubbled up your throat, and you coughed a little, pursing your lips shut, scrunching your face all around, trying to avoid any sound from leaking out.
He looked at you a little puzzled, and seemed to be wondering if you were about to have a stroke.
You began walking towards the door, but as you were about to cross it, he extended his arm in front of you, blocking your passageway.
"Stay there for a second."
"What?" you asked, coughing a little to shy the laughter away, and his face was once again briefly puzzled when he heard your voice.
A few seconds later, he softly shook off whatever thought that was, and resumed speaking.
"Is this fair? Asking a student to leave a classroom because they failed to answer an open-ended question?" he inquired the other students, waiting for someone to answer.
"N-no, it's not," some guy answered from the front.
Higuruma gestured for you to seat back where you were, and you clumsily stepped your way back, face flustered in utter and absolute embarrassment. This was definitely how bad it all could get. Is he dunking on me for spilling coffee on him and running? That's petty.
 The man was certifiably insane. He was lucky to be so good-looking.
"And why it is not?" he proceeded with the questioning, slowly walking back towards the front of the class again.
"It would be excessive to do so," another student answered.
"Correct. Precisely that, it would be excessive," Higuruma chimed, sitting back over his desk, legs mildly spread as he opened his suit jacket and mindlessly smoothed out his tie with one of his hands. "Criminal Law isn't just about subsuming a person's actions to something the law has described as a crime, and then mechanically submitting said person to some randomly prescribed penalty. Fairness is the most vital and important theoretical foundation when studying criminal law. Not answering a question could be considered some type of in-class offense, sure, and expulsion from the classroom is one possible way to punish the deviant student, but it would be disproportionate and unreasonable to do so."
His gravely voice filled that classroom with no effort whatsoever, and it was an actually pretty good exposition.
It was one thing to describe what a sunset looks like, and another, very different, was to actually show one happening in real time. Words paled in comparison to the crimson, purplish sky engulfing the end of a day.
Most of your teachers, up until this point, had simply begun writing something on the white board at the start of each class, and made less than memorable remarks while spitting out the theory written in the recommended books list in the syllabus. So distant, so abstract, so⊠Detached from real life.
This was thought-provoking. This was enthralling. Well, this was the reason you enrolled in law school in the first place.Â
For a moment, you forgot this professor had just exercised his petty revenge on you, propping yourself up with trepidation. Your tiredness was completely forgotten as his monologue ensued.
He was the real deal.
"Fairness. It will be your guide to assess if a given penalty after a verdict is adequate or not, if someone who acted in self-defense should be found innocent or exceeded their rights in doing so⊠If the law itself is good enough as it is or should be subject to change, because a penalty might be too high for a seemingly innocuous offense that shouldn't even be a crime in the first place."Â
Higuruma paused for a moment to let his students simmer on his words.
"Fairness is the be-all and end-all of Criminal Law. I need everyone to understand this before we proceed, because fairness will be our primary lens in this classroom when studying the subject. So, can I trust that all of you understood what fairness looks like, rather than what it can be conceptualized as?"
He darted his eyes in your direction, and you saw yourself unconsciously nodding in acquiescence.Â
You were sure you caught a whiff of a smile on his face right before he resumed his introductory class of principles in criminal law.
***
âWe are the only nerds that do this in the teacherâs lounge,â Higuruma stated, as he made his next move on the checkers board.
âYouâre probably right,â Higurumaâs best friend replied in his pristine striped gray suit vest, as he thought for a second before making his own move and taking three consecutive pieces of Higurumaâs checkers as he did.
Higuruma groaned in response. Why does he always win on checkers? Goddammit.
âHow are you so good at this, Kento? Letâs play chess, just so then I get to winâ he complained, leaning back against his chair. â I can see you winning this one in three moves.â
Nanami huffed. âCheckers was your idea. Besides, we both have our classes soon, there wouldnât be enough time for a proper chess game.â
Higuruma removed his glasses and slid them inside one of his suit jacketâs inner pockets, brushing the tips of his fingers against his closed eyelids. He couldnât catch a wink of rest the previous night, anxious to be back in a classroom after such a long time.
It all became very blurry, so he put his glasses back on.
Higuruma didnât know if he was eager, nervous, happy or dreading this day.
Perhaps a mix of everything and then some.
âI needed something to wake me up. Iâve barely slept, and Iâm in dire need of some coffee.âÂ
âYou could try drinking the coffee from the teacherâs lounge,â Nanami pointed out, gesturing his head in the direction of a creepy looking and unkempt thermal bottle. âI wouldnât advise you on it, though. Only professor Ieiri has been brave enough to drink it so far.â
âI guess Iâll take my chances with the foul cafeteria coffee, I might survive that.â
Nanami smiled as he looked at his friend.
âYouâre too overly dramatic.â
At that, Higuruma scoffed.
âAnd youâre too underly dramatic. Thatâs why I teach the passionate, great chair of Criminal Law, and youâre responsible for the boring, sleep-inducing chair of Commercial Law.â
âIt pays the bills pretty well at my firm,â the other professor retorted.Â
Higuruma lifted an eyebrow, as if offended that Nanami thought that argument would dissuade him from his stance.
They were both silent for a moment before Nanami spoke again, noticing the deep eye bags on Higuruma's face.
âAre you having trouble sleeping?â
âNo more than the usual,â Higuruma replied, shuffling on his chair, still focused on the checkers board.
Nanami lifted an inquisitive eyebrow, silent for a while, and Higuruma sighed.
âI mean it. Iâm fine.â
Still a little unsure, Nanami nodded.
âOkay. Just reach out and come to my office if you need anything,â he offered, slight concern masked under the monotone of his voice.Â
âAw, he likes me,â Higuruma playfully chanted. âSo thoughtful of you, my dear.â
âTsk, shut up,â Nanami scoffed as he got up, taking his neatly folded blazer on his bent arm, âand itâd take me two moves instead of three to have this victory over you.â
âSeriously?!â Higuruma exclaimed, glancing at the board. Upon further inspection, he realized his friend was right. âShit.â
âHiromi, go drink your coffee at once. Youâre barely functional right now, there is absolutely no way you could teach a class in the state youâre in.â
âKento, I could teach criminal law in my sleep,â Higuruma mused before lifting himself up. Nanami sighed as Higuruma exited the room.
***
This might be the worst coffee Iâve ever drank, Higuruma thought to himself as he put his cup over the counter and removed his glasses to pinch on his nose. It was all but a failed attempt to air out the foul taste of that watered down, sad excuse for a coffee.
He tried drinking it with nothing â no sugar, no milk, no sweetener, but this atrocity begged for anything to mask the old powder aftertaste.
After folding his glasses and throwing them in one of his suitâs inner pockets, Higuruma let out a heartfelt sigh, just hoping for things to go smoothly that day.
He'd have his hopes torn to shreds in seconds.
Some loud, hasty steps coming in his direction caught his attention, but as soon as he turned to face whoever that was, Higuruma was met with a hot splash all over his shirt and tie.
You have to be kidding me.
âShit! Iâm so sorry!â
He heard a female voice coming from the blurred face right in front of him. Her voice was what heâd call an unusually sweet â if worried â voice. It had a genuinely kind melodic quality to it.
Even if hasty, her words sounded like a heartfelt apology.
Then, she⊠chuckled?Â
Hm⊠What?
She seemed to lean over dramatically and grab something from behind his back.Â
However, on the way back with her arm, her body brushed against his in a worrying fashion, and Higuruma quickly realized she was about to fall. Even though he was over 24 hours sleepless, adrenaline and his reflexes kicked in, as he held her before she could hit the ground, pulling her against him to stand on her feet.
He was still somewhat disoriented from lack of sleep, and failed to realize his hand was still holding her arm intently before the woman squiggled away from his grip.
There was a red blurry thing under her also blurred face.
Only then did he realize he should probably see her face and talk to her properly about the debacle.
The professor said it was fine and began tapping around his suit, not remembering in which pocket exactly he threw his glasses in. However, before he found it, the bell that indicated the time for the first class rang, and Higuruma realized he had completely lost track of time.Â
"Fuck," first class and already running late.Â
The woman seemed to apologize and ran away, leaving him dumbfounded.
The professor finally managed to find his glasses, fishing them out of his pocket and putting them on, glad that his next class was at the building just around the corner.Â
He walked hastily towards it, and got there in less than a couple of minutes, seizing the opportunity to check on his state on the mirror as he entered the elevator.
The coffee stain was humongous and very evident on his white shirt, but he was glad that at least his black tie seemed to fend off fine from the beverage. As Higuruma passed his fingers over the fabric of both pieces, however, it was somewhat sticky.Â
He let out a disheartened sigh, stepping out on the corridor and into the classroom, placing his briefcase on the side of his desk.
Now, what will I teach these people today?
Hiromi began ruffling around his papers trying to find the course syllabus, and realized he hadn't brought it with him. These papers were nothing but useless administrative shenanigans, so he decided to wing it in any way he could to illustrate criminal law for the students.
The thing is, how can you effectively grab someone's attention when it's 7 o'clock in the morning, and most people are completely hungover?
With adrenaline, of course.
***
The rest of the class went on without a hiccup, and you had made much more notes than you anticipated you would. His voice had a weird calming and focusing effect on you, as much as you hated admitting it â also, it wasn't so hard accompanying him walking around making his exposition when his face looked like that.
However, you decided you'd talk to him, first off because it would be incredibly uncomfortable to keep going to both of his classes for six months without ever addressing the coffee faux pas, and second because you had just been victimized by the pettiest revenge known to mankind by a college professor.Â
You kind of deserved it, but still. It was pretty immature, even if he was Dr. Genius who just taught the best class you had ever seen in your life.
"So, students, we'll have a quick test this week," Higuruma stated, "the Dean has requested that all professors use these to assess your knowledge every month, and I'd like to get this over with as soon as possible."
Many sighs and displeased grunts could be heard around the classroom. He leaned over his desk as he sat, putting his papers away in his briefcase.
"I know, I don't like it either, but at least you'll only need to study a week's worth of content, not a month."
Some hm, fine, ugh, were uttered by the students as they left the classroom. You walked hesitantly behind them all, waiting for everyone to leave before you could speak to him alone.Â
You were already going to be remembered as the girl mock expelled from the classroom. No one needed to know you also had assaulted their professor with a desecrated cup of coffee before that.
As you stepped in front of his desk, he lifted his gaze to meet yours.
"Yes?"
Something you hadn't anticipated was that looking at him â and his hooked nose â up close like this would jumble your thoughts around.
Oh, shit. He's handsome.
Dumbified, you spat out the first thing you could think of.
"So, professor, I'm the student you fake expelled earlier," you stated, realizing he obviously already knew that.
Brilliant. Off to a great start.
Higuruma nodded, feeling something prickling at the back of his brain as he heard your voice for a second time.
"What did you think? Was it a good way to convey this class motif?" he asked, finally closing his briefcase and putting it on the ground, completely ignoring the fact that it was probably an uncomfortable experience for all of the people involved, especially you.
You were a little incredulous at how oblivious he seemed to be, and it annoyed you. Was this out of good heart, or was he playing dumb?
"It was a good exposition, professor, but I wanted to talk about something else," you answered.
â5000 yen.â
â... What?â
âThatâs my law firmâs hourly fee.â
You stood silent. He chuckled a little, shrugging back.
âIâm joking. I donât even have a practice. Tell me what you need.â
Is this guy for real?
You cleared your throat before continuing.
âIt felt horrible to be on the spot like that out of nowhere, without any knowledge as to what was going on.â
After blurting it out, you braced yourself, knowing full well by now that professors were usually pretty big ego'd kind of people. Nonetheless, this had to be said, at least for the sake of the next student he decided to torture with one of his experiments.
He looked at you with wide eyes, and seemed to ponder for a moment.
âOh, I see. My apologies,â Higuruma offered in earnest, while his face softened.
You were very surprised.
âOh, okay," you mumbled as you scratched the back of your neck, "I accept your apology. But maybe you should really give the student a heads-up next time you intend to do that.â
âThat would presume I consider that students are people, and not minions to torture.â
Uh?
âAlso a joke.â
âYouâre not very good with those.â
Did I say that out loud?Â
He simply stared surprised at you, seemingly a little shocked.
I did say it out loud.
"Fuck."
And that too.Â
After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Higuruma suddenly chuckled, much to your surprise. Your eyes widened, and you stared at him, extremely confused as to what was up with this guy.
âYou're a sincere person," he noted, and you shrugged hesitantly.
Higuruma was definitely amused at this exchange.
He then proceeded.
"Being sincere is good, but my best friend always warns me to try keeping it to myself most of the time. I donât listen, of course, but maybe you should for now. People get offended easily.âÂ
His exposition made you feel a little less out of place â and less alone, for what it was worth. You instantly remembered your parents used to chide you for blurting out things like that out of nowhere, instead of keeping them in your head like other people do, according to them.
You didn't realize you were smiling as you mindlessly opened your coat.
He took notice of your shirt, and began slowly realizing there was something off about it.
"Is that usual?" you asked, out of the blue.
He shook his head, being pulled out of his head. "What?"
"The mock expulsion?"
"Heavens, no."
"Then, why?" you inquired.
He rubbed his face with his hands.
"Because I needed something to wake mine and everybody else's brain up. Classes shouldn't be this early, and I didn't get a wink of sleep last night."
Higuruma was still out of sorts, spilling the tea of his insomniac state to one of his random students whom he had just met.
"Oh, me neither!" you told him, also absentmindedly, on a stream of consciousness rant towards a professor you were talking to for the first time. "Classes should start after noon, at the very leastâŠ"
"I know, right? Some things shouldn't be a crime, but making people wake up this early for class definitely ought to be."
You laughed softly, and you both kept silent for a moment, before you remembered what you thought was the reason for the mock punishment.
"Oh, professor⊠I'm sorry about the coffee."
He was confused for a few moments before broadening his eyes as he finally realized it.
No wonder Higuruma felt like he recognized your voice from somewhere, and now he took a good look at the red smudge he had seen earlier under what he figured was your face.
It was the ugliest scarf he had ever seen.
"I came here wanting to ask if you had done the fake expulsion thing as some sort ofâŠ" you sighed, a little ashamed. "Well, I'd like to apologize for staining your clothes, and offer to get you new ones, or at least pay for your laundry fee if needed."
He lifted one eyebrow at you before he resumed speaking.
"I didn't catch your face then. I mean, I didn't recognize you at all," Higuruma answered, "so no. But I'd never⊠Well, you barely know me, so you wouldn't know, but my opinion on the matter is that professors that exert selfish vendettas against students, for whatever reason, are absolute fools."
"You didn't recognize me? Say what now?"
He pointed at his glasses, and you finally understood completely how all of this petty revenge narrative was entirely in your head.
"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"It's okay."
"But stillâŠ"
He sighed.
"It was a possibility, given how things in a college setting usually go, but that is why we investigate things further before prosecuting, right? A narrative might make a lot of sense, up until you confront it with the gathered evidence."
You joined your hands in front of you, embarrassed.
"Yes, I guess so," you answered, "but please, let me at least pay to get your clothes cleaned."
The professor shook his head.
"Absolutely not. You're an undergraduate student. I've been one, I'm quite aware of the financial hardships most of you endure as I've struggled with them myself not so long ago."
Even though you felt somewhat uncomfortable about not evening things out, he was right. This money would be fairly missed â you were already missing the $2 worth of coffee you didn't manage to drink.
"It was an accident, you didn't cover me with your beverage intentionally. Also, you had to leave because you were late for my class," he paused, "and I'm actually flattered you'd leave someone to fend off for themselves against that foul cafeteria coffee just to run to one of my classes."
You chuckled a little, and he proceeded.
"So, it's okay. You don't have to pay me for anything. This is fine."
You sighed, truly relieved, and he was glad you came to talk to him and properly apologize for the blunder.
"Thank you for your time and kindness, professor. I hope you have a good day."
He bowed his head slightly.
"Same to you."
However, something was still scratching at the back of his mind.
"Hm, hey⊠since we are on the topic of clothing and I just let you off the hook on paying for my dry cleaningâŠ" Higuruma said, and you stopped midway towards the door, turning to face him.
"This might be an odd question, but I'm very curious."
"Hm⊠what is it?"
He pointed at your sleeping shirt, now evident under the open coat.
"Are those pajamas?"
You immediately pulled your coat over your hello kitty top, lifting one eyebrow in pathetic defiance.
"Of course⊠not?"
Higuruma thought to himself that you were turning into one of the most unique students he ever had.
"Do you intend to be an attorney?"
"... yes?" You answered, with some suspicion.
He huffed.
"Then improve your lying game for Court. You can do your crazy, but defend it as if it was the utmost truth in the universe, okay?"
Higuruma couldn't quite explain it, but this conversation with you was strangely amusing.
Maybe going back to the classroom wouldn't be so difficult after all, if even half of his students were a little out of sorts like this.
"... Okay," you replied, removing your hand and letting your pathetic sanrio pajamas shirt show once again.
"So, are those pajamas?" he inquired again, more incisively.
You straightened yourself and made a fake serious expression.
"Of course not."
"Much better," Higuruma answered with an actual smile.
The way his cheek creased around his mouth was weirdly charming, just as most things about him, it seemed.
Trying not to stare, you smiled back at Higuruma and turned around, leaving for your next class with heat prickling against your cheeks.
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This kind of a weird request but I wanted to ask how you would imagine the Fellowship would react/take care of their companion on their period? Like having severe cramps. It can be romantic or platonic relationship it's up to you but I would like Boromir to be romantic.Just lots of fluff basically.đ€
I just really enjoy reading how my favorite characters would take care of me when I'm in pain.đ
Thank you đ„° oh same because I get reallllly bad period symptoms unless I take my supplements long enough before (and sometimes anyway đŁ) so I adore being taken care of by my blorbos đ„ș doing everyone because I wanna write this with Faramir & write some wlw fluff đ„°
LoTR Characters When Youâre on Your Period (F!Reader)
Warnings: small blood/pain mentions, a suggestive joke
Aragorn
⧠Your exchange is wordless; Aragorn sees the way you jolt at a sudden shock of pain, catches your eyes and gives you an inquisitive nod. You nod back and that is that, no questions asked.
⧠If you are traveling, your pace slows and Aragorn will hear no two words about it. He allows more breaks, hunts twice as hard, directs you to the softest place to sit and just gives the others firm looks if they try to give complaint.
⧠âPlease,â heâll urge you gently, taking your hand in his, âtry to eat something. Youâll need your strength.â Just the sound of his voice, the care therein, practically brings tears to your eyes.
⧠Honestly, it takes a lot for him to suppress his laughter if you snap at one of the others, at least when your outburst is warranted. Glance over and you might catch him giving them an âI warned youâ look.
⧠Takes on more fights for you, bidding you to stand back and let him take care of things for once.
Legolas
⧠Perplexed but very concerned when he comes upon the sight of you sprawled out with a grimace of pain across your beautiful face. His first motion is to help you up, secondly asking what ails you. While he looks at you like he does not understand, his actions suggest otherwise.
⧠Every month he learns to follow it, the moon his reminder, and every month Legolas silently begins his gathering. Your favorite tea? Check. Your comfort item? Perfectly clean and ready to hand off. Your bedding? Also perfectly clean and assembled just how you like it. Even Legolasâs words are softer, more understanding in case of sudden complaint or upset.
⧠âItâs like you know what I want before I want it.â âKnowing you,â Legolas replies with a smile, âis my greatest joy.â
⧠Good luck trying to stand on your own; Legolas all but hovers around you, offering a hand whenever you attempt to rise.
⧠He becomes extra protective, taking hold of you by the waist at the first sound or sight of danger, lest anything make it worse.
Boromir
⧠All but bursts into your room the moment he hears that you are bedridden, rushing to take your hand and ask you what has happened in a whisper you canât help a faint chuckle at before you explain.
⧠Taken visibly aback, Boromir then shakily asks what he can do, smiling when you tell him just to stay with you. âPretend itâs a wound from some great battle,â you joke. âOh, indeed,â he agrees before you two begin coming up with more and more ridiculous fights and scrapes you got into, Boromirâs thumb drawing circles over the back of your hand.
⧠He offers to try rubbing where it hurts, applying faint warm pressure over where your lower half is assaulting you. âHow is this, my love?â
⧠Uses you having any difficulty with walking as an excuse to pick you up and carry you on his back.
⧠Does your washing up, partially just to prove your teasing about him not being brave enough wrong! He is a warrior, after all.
Gimli
⧠The others alert Gimli in a hiss after he less-than-tactfully panics that youâve been hurt, sending his lips pursing into a shocked âoâ and his gaze sliding back to your stooped form.
⧠âOh, er, well there lassie, if you need anything at all you know who to call for.â âWell,â you groan, âif youâve any spare rags Iâll gladly take them.â âRags? What would you want withâŠoh. Oh.â âScared of a little blood, Gimli?â âNo, not I,â Gimli replies despite his shaken expression, âIâm so used to the stuff by now, whatâs the trouble?â
⧠Insistent as he is that dwarves are the best carers of their women, Gimli quickly works to prove his point and, in his words, win your heart with the lot of it. Youâre skeptical when you see him sticking rocks in the fire, but at the end of the day the warmth is heaven upon your aching body and Gimli looks just as pleased as you feel.
⧠He probably also recommends you a strong drink under the claim that it eases pain like nothing else. Whether this is helpful or not is up to you.
⧠Goes surprisingly soft when you curl up, still facing wave after wave of cramps. Reaches over to you and strokes your hair, sitting at your side looking for all the world like a guard dog.
Frodo
⧠Your pain is interrupted by a gasp that has you looking up, meeting Frodoâs wide blue eyes glistening with concern at your sudden jerk. Familiar as Frodo is with pain, he recognizes your motion without a single question.
⧠Urges you to sit or lie still, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head like punctuation.
⧠While you rest up, Frodo tells you stories, stories of his uncle Bilboâs adventures, tales from the days of the elves, anything to send you to a different place then you currently must be in.
⧠Offers you extra blankets or his cloak if youâre feeling cold or in need of comfort.
⧠Shy as he can be, in your time of need his hands hardly leave your shoulders or your side, quite protective even if he is smaller than you.
Sam
⧠âWhoa, easy there,â Sam tells you as he sits you down, âwhat happened?â Poor thing thinks you got some bad news or something the way youâre tearing up.
⧠Holds you close to his chest as you let the tears flow, shaking his head when you start to tell him itâs stupid, youâre just in pain and upset. âCanât think of any more reasonable reasons to cry. Donât worry, just let it all out.â
⧠Such a sweetheart, he wonât leave your side for hardly anythingâŠ.except to go pick you some flowers to raise your spirits, of course!
⧠Flushes a bit at the suggestion, but one hundred percent helps you undress and change into more comfortable clothes. Even if he tries to look shyly away as much as possible.
⧠Definitely cooks you something hearty and nutritious, encouraging you to eat even just a little bit. Sam will even hand feed you spoonfuls if youâre feeling bad enough.
Merry
⧠âOh, yeah, I know all about that!â âYou do?â âSure, I saw what my father did for Mum, after all. Come here.â
⧠Apparently what Mr. Brandybuck did for the missus was to build her the most massive nest of pillows known to Hobbit-kind. âAnd whatâs she do in here?â You ask, waving a hand feebly over your new home. âWell, not sure what they did after that but I think Iâve heard of a way to lessen the pain.â Whether that works or earns him a smack you can decide.
⧠From your pillow pile you become queen of, well, Merry at least, though he puts on an act of being scared of displeasing you at first. You canât help laughing as he kneels before you, asking what snacks you request or if youâd like some water.
⧠Meriadoc âchugs respecting women juiceâ Brandybuck has silently vowed to never once make any ill jokes at your expense. No asking if itâs your time if you express any emotion he doesnât, no teasing you for needing help, no acting like said help is too gross for him, ever.
⧠That being said, he even does your washing up for you!
Pippin
⧠Definitely more the type to fret and worry, hands going to your back as you double over and he asks whatâs wrong, are you hurt? Whether your words are sheepish or unabashed, you tell him itâs your womanly cycle and Pippinâs eyes practically pop out of his lovely little head. âO-oh. What should I do?â
⧠His cluelessness is actually perfect for the situation because he truly will do anything you say will help, whether itâs bottling up some hot water, fetching you your favorite snacks, making you tea, even singing you a song if you tell him itâll raise your spirits.
⧠His absolute favorite thing to do, though, is offer company, tumbling onto the bed with you and chatting the afternoon away.
⧠This quickly evolves, though, and soon Pippin is holding you for dear life, an arm wrapped around the front of you where he draws warm, gentle circles lightly over your pain.
⧠âThis isnât so bad, is it?â You swat him for that, but in spite of yourself cuddle closer and join his sheepish laughter.
Faramir
⧠No questions asked, Faramir is by your side stroking your hair and getting it out of your face if it falls so.
⧠Musing over the strength it takes to fight such internal battles, he cradles you in his arms or, if you prefer not to be touched, holds your hand as he sits at your side.
⧠Well-read as Faramir is, some pain remedies swim to the forefront of his mind and he goes off to seek them.
⧠When you lie down, he tucks you in so softly, that sparkle in his eyes you love so much twinkling just for you. âThis will pass,â he whispers.
⧠Blames himself if you get upset sometimes, but is reassured and happy again when you tell him he need never pull away from you.
Eomer
⧠Confused, frankly, at why you suddenly canât walk, for he cannot conceive of a reason until you admit this is unfortunately quite normal for you.
⧠Asks you why, frowns in greater confusion and sympathy when you say you do not know, acts a little bit uncomfortable about details but still sets out to aid.
⧠Too uncomfortable to ask his sister, he opts instead to seek out a healer and practically demand anything that helps with a womanâs âwell, time.â Heâs getting the spirit slowly but surely, alright?
⧠Bursts into your room with an armful of everything the healer has, ready to brainstorm solutions to have you right again. You canât help but chuckle at the whirlwind youâve just gone through all over some cramps.
⧠He gets quite restless until you call him to your side, asking him to quit fretting and just lay with you. âAh, that I can do,â he says with a grin.
Haldir
⧠Haldirâs steady expression drops when he learns of your ailment. Everything else he is holding or doing drops as soon as possible, too, and he is going to you.
⧠Taken aback at the sight of you, he realizes he did not know a womanâs cycle could take such a toll as to leave you bedridden. He isnât used to seeing you so weak and is ready to do what it takes to end it.
⧠He has all these wonderful scented oils, some of which help you sleep, some of which he uses to massage you and hopefully numb the pain.
⧠In addition, he guides your breathing through waves of the ache, looking to the breeze and the rhythms around you to help you relax your body that much more.
⧠Haldir is hesitant to show you excess affection, but if you request it, his arms snake around your waist and he holds you there, both of him breathing you in like youâre all he needs and vice versa.
Eowyn
⧠âSit down, please, I insist.â As much as Eowyn herself is the type to trudge forth through pain or fear, she would never impose the same upon you, instead tending so gently to you.
⧠Hot water always helps her, so she fetches you some as well as a treat from a baker she passed by, taking your hand after she hands it off.
⧠You had best believe this woman will tell anyone in the whole of Middle Earth to leave you alone as you rest, be they her own kin or the host of the dark lord himself.
⧠As you spend more time together, the old adage about âsynchronizingâ seems to ring true with you both. Eowyn does not mind, honestly, because you bear the pain together and spend much time together in bed. Not the most ideal of circumstances, but if she can lay in the warmth of your arms Eowyn is a happy woman indeed.
⧠She insists so much upon your care, though, that youâll practically have to wrestle her down so you can reciprocateâŠnot that she minds that, either!
Arwen
⧠Who better to understand what you are going through? Her brows knit at the first sign of discomfort from you, recognizing the signs immediately.
⧠Without a word Arwen is finding out exactly what you tend to prefer- do you get nauseous and seek relief? Do you desire more sustenance and company or less?
⧠During times when you find yourself more stressed or upset than average, Arwen gives you so much grace, running her hand soothingly down your arm and reminding you all weights feel heavier right now.
⧠For all your pain, there is little bliss like being in the arms of your beloved, her soothing deep whispers brushing your ear.
⧠The most patient if youâre forced to wake up frequently in the night and rise, laying there with nothing but love in her eyes as you return.
Elrond
⧠Wise lord and healer as he is, Elrond is more than familiar with the ailments of women. In fact, he is the sort to track it for you as best as he can. So when he sees you feeling ill, sympathy crosses his serene features but no surprise.
⧠Elrond knows every remedy in the book, so heâs quickly making you some calming tea and sitting you down for some TLC.
⧠Very encouraging for you to take time for yourself and make sure you stay nourished, even if that is difficult. There is no shame in keeping your strength up, after all.
⧠Walks with you just a little ways behind, a hand resting comfortingly upon the small of your back.
⧠Sends cover for you where you are needed, no questions asked, because you are more important than tasks others can perform.
Lindir
⧠Practically trips and falls over himself running to you at your sudden shock of pain, dark eyes wide at the way you folded. You seem embarrassed to tell him and while he feels squeamish at first, that is quickly shaken off as he urges you to sit down.
⧠From that moment on Lindir has dubbed himself your personal nursemaid, naught but the call of Lord Elrond himself taking him from his work.
⧠âNo, no, lie back down, I can get it,â he holds out a cautious, almost panicked hand when you wince and sit up, âwhat is it?â
⧠Sings you songs of all kinds, old tales, his own compositions, and of course your requests, again and again if you ask them of him. His harp is ready to gently play you to sleep or just to keep your mind off the pain you feel.
⧠When you wake up in the night, at first he looks frustrated, but that melts away quickly as your eyes meet, apology shining in your gaze. Instead, Lindir helps you up and sings you to sleep again upon your return.
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Hello, I am a first timer here. I would like to humbly request something. Can I please request for a Platonic Nanami and adopted daughter reader. The reader is not used to a normal environment and they are used to fighting and surviving
Girl Dad Transformation
Iâve been stewing over this so hard bc itâs been giving me the cutest ideas!!!! And ofc Yuuji is so big brother coded here.
Notes: F!reader, brotherly!Yuuji, Nanami and his adopted daughter đ„ș. Thatâs it.
Nanami didnât think about the long term impact of adopting the orphaned sorcerer. Surely he wouldnât change that muchâŠ
All he knew was there was a 5 year old girl clutching her only toy- a stuffed bear, who could see âscary monstersâ and no longer had any family, thanks to the curse that was tormenting humans for fun; he was just a little too late.
The poor thing was terrified. In the blink of an eye his hand was seized by a freezing, much smaller one with a death grip.
Nanami got you looked at by Shoko and you refused to let go of him the entire time. By the looks of it, you were malnourished and you frequently got injured from curses. Your home life was fairly unstable too, financial issues and absent-detached parents. Shoko got a lot more information from you than he ever expected, piecing together some of your history from your seemingly unrelated answers, as children do.
âSheâs going to have to stay for observation, probably several weeks until we can get her healthy enough. Sheâs going to need a special diet too, I havenât seen a case this bad in a long time and sheâs too young for cursed energy.â
His heart was crushed for you, when was the last time you had somewhere stable? âWhy are you telling me?â
âYou found her, sheâs clearly attached to you and you know you canât turn away now. You look at her like sheâs Itadori. Itâs just until I can find a place for her at a home or foster.â Shoko never fails with her dead pan demeanor and sass.
She was also right.
He looked back at you, you were passed out in your hospital bed covered by several blankets and hugging your bear. Finally, you were warming up. Finding you a home could take months if you went to a foster or orphanage⊠âDonât bother,â he swallowed thickly, âI will adopt her.â
Shokoâs face softened further, âYou canât go back on it, you already earned her trust. If youâre really sure then I think this will be good for both of you.â
He did his best to be at your bedside when he could, and you were quiet but clearly in need of comfort. Your favorite thing to do was have him read to you with cartoons on a low volume in the background. âNami, book?â Nanami picked up a book off the stack Shoko brought and started reading. No complaints, and after the first few days he didnât bother hiding his smile anymore.
He spent a fortune on converting his spare bedroom into yours. He didnât even know what 5 year olds liked, but according to the first years and Shoko, he needed to make sure you had various toys (he bought everything Yuuji pointed out to him- Yuuji definitely went overboard but Nanami didnât stop him), clothes and of course youâd need signed up for school.
When the adoption was final and he brought you home for the first time, he was thoroughly instructed how to parent by then, he was ready.
You⊠werenât. Not yet. You didnât know that your room was yours. All the toys and clothes, everything was yours. âNamiâ kept the âscary monstersâ away tooâŠ
âHey itâs okay honey, I know itâs a big change.â He wiped the tears from your chubby cheeks and smiled softly. âYou belong here, youâre safe now.â
A grown up was taking care of you, for good this time.
It was a journey every day but worth it as you came out of your shell, and he encouraged you with a gentle hand. Of course there were setbacks too. He wasnât perfect, he definitely wasnât good at laundry at first.
He was new to parenting and it was exhaustingly difficult to navigate yet he was completely whipped for you, never turning down a tea party or invitation to watch cartoons together. He became a complete girl dad overnight.
All it took was, âNami! Play!â And heâd be on the floor in the living room playing with the doll you handed him.
You started eating more, even requesting different meals when he asked what you were in the mood to eat. âNami, can we have soba?â
Nanami couldnât say no to you. âSoba sounds great.â Heâd have the softest smile on his face too.
You played more often, and eventually made friends! Yuuji claimed the title as your first friend but you were encouraged to make more- he helped you practice asking your classmates about themselves and how to invite them to play with you.
And Nanami⊠he never forced you to call him dad. He loved you more than he ever thought possible. He was always proud to call you his daughter, bragging about your excellent kindergarten grades and your recent achievement of becoming the line leader at school for the week.
But the first time you did happened a month in, while doing your bedtime routine and picking out a night night story. Instead of âNamiâ he was gifted: âDaddy, can you read the star book?â He let out a tear and hugged you tight.
Nanami tucked you in, kissed your forehead and sat on the edge of your bed, âYeah honey, Iâll read you the star book.â
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I love wrio with all my heart and Iâve been seeing so many baby videos on my fyp it made me think about wrio having baby fever đŁ he sees you doting on Sigewinne or something and his brain instantly starts to think about how good of a mama you would be to his babies đ„ș
omg i love this anonđ€ wrio for sure has a breeding kink and he does think from time to time about you carrying his pups. he knows you'd be a great mother especially by how you take care of Sigewinnie and kids in general. ahh just imagine you're bonding with Sigewinnie and playing with stickers in Wrio's office while having a tea party with the three of you and Wrio just watches from the sidelines, enjoying the scene. he dreams about you and him having a child of your own, having tea parties, talking about stickers, etc. you two have talked about having a family before but held off because you two didn't think it was the right time plus Wrio has some personal issues and worries. he'd be worried he wouldn't be a good dad and deep inside, he still is a bit traumatized from being an orphan and the orphanage he had to grow up in. due to that, you don't really like to bring it up unless he does because you don't want to upset him. so when he actually brings up the idea of being ready to start a family, you're a bit surprised, double checking that he was sure of his decision. he would answer by holding both of your hands while looking deep in your eyes, a soft smile adorning his face, cheeks slightly red, saying yes. you would return his smile, leaning up to give him a sweet kiss on the lips.
man, would he be a doting partner during your pregnancy. he's already protective enough but it doubles once you two find out you're pregnant. he doesn't really like to keep you out of his sights but he knows he can't always be with you given his busy work schedule so he usually asks Sigewinnie, Neuvillette, Clorinde, people he trusts to watch you if he cant. he'd also get his employees to make trips for you, getting you food when you have specific cravings, anything you need, he'll have them get it for you so you can relax. you'd probably get annoyed of him due to your hormones because he teases you and is sarcastic most of the time with you, but he'll try to hold it back a bit no promise tho.
he would say he'd be fine with either a boy or a girl (but secretly he'd really want a girl because he looks like a 'daddy's girl' dad who'd spoil his daughter especially since he has experience with Sigewinnie being his nonbiological daughter)
now lets get to the spicinessđ hoo boy is this man horny. after you two started trying for a baby, he'd take you every second he can. you would be spending a lot of time in his office. after he fills you up, you'd stay in his lap, keeping his cock inside you to make sure his seed takes while he does some paper work. once youre finally pregnant, he still pounces on you because you just look so sexy to him, with your beautiful, round belly and your pretty, plump tits. he'd give you massages often just to pamper you and help relieve the stress and pressure of carrying his child but its also sorta an excuse to grope your body. he cant help himselfđ„ș but its okay cuz you want his touch too. when you go to him, cutely asking him to fuck you cuz your hormones are going out of wack, how could he say no to his pretty little baby mama.
here's a little drabble~ warning smut belowđ
You moan as Wrio sucks on your sensitive nipples, grinding against you as his cock fills you up. You come for the nth time that night. He chuckles. "Someone's extra sensitive tonight. Does my mouth and cock just feel that good to you?" You pout and glare at him. "Wrio, stop teasing." He laughs. "I cant help it when you look so cute like that on my cock." He says as he gives you deep thrusts, causing you to tighten around him. He continues, picking up the pace to where hes pounding into you, edging you closer to your next orgasm. He rubs circles on your clit, adding pressure. You scream as you squirt around his cock, covering his abs and thighs in your juices. Once you come down from your high, he pulls out and lays you on your side. He lays himself behind you as he wraps his arms around you. Holding you close, he gently rubs your belly while leaving kisses on your shoulder. Putting your hands over his, you rub your thumb on the back of his hand. He snuggles into you, nuzzling into your neck. While trying to get into a more comfortable position, you lean back into him, accidentally grinding your ass against his cock, causing him to hiss. "Are you tempting me on purpose?" "It was an accident you horny dog." He laughs while one of his hands on your belly moves down between your legs while he kisses and nibbles the sweet spot on your neck. You moan, getting excited again. "I see that I'm not the only one who's horny," he teases as he feels the wetness forming between your legs. "Just put your cock in already Wrio." "As you wish." Removing his hand, he uses it to hold your leg up then slowly guides his cock into you. The fullness of his warm, thick cock feels nice in your sensitive cunt, making you want to cum again already. "We'll go as long as you want. I'll make you cum as many times as you want my dear." What a doting lover.
i hope this feeds you anon. enjoyđ„°â€ïž
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