#but i took a nap a while ago so whatever

[citrusvein]

a bit sad, a bit broke, gonna smoke some weed about it

[jamesbukkakebarnes]

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[maximotts]

I know the trope tends to be older woman covering the younger one in lipstick stains but I wanna do that to milf Wanda 🥺 Like I think it would make her all giggly and maybe make her feel like she’s doing one of the things she’s missed out on 👉👈

I got this a few days ago and I've simply never recovered so here's how I imagine this little interaction would go. Disclaimer that I took two mini naps writing this drabble and it's got 0 editing; it's just cute.

"What has gotten into you?"

Wanda giggled, barely getting the question out before you were on her again, covering her cheeks in quick, scattered kisses. She could feel your lipstick leaving smudges on her skin, warm and waxy red smudges she was much more used to leaving on you than receiving.

She'd pushed at your shoulders too lightly for it to really move you, the action futile considering how you'd caged her under you on the sofa just moments after you'd stumbled through Wanda's front door. "You're right here in kissing range so..."

The reasoning was silly, but Wanda couldn't expect much else after a night you'd spent out drinking with your friends. You'd invited her along, but Wanda had the twins this weekend so she declined, spending her night trying to forget how badly she hoped you'd come over whenever you were ready to leave.

Unfortunately you'd caught her on the couch waiting up for you, red robe wrapped around her freshly showered form— so much for coming off as nonchalant about the possibility of seeing you, more so having you end your night with her, in a house she'd like you to consider your home too.

Wanda smelled the alcohol on your breath even as your lips trailed down to her neck; whatever you'd drunk all night must've been sweet, a faint fruity scent accompanying the liquor- cute. "Were you a good girl tonight?"

The question caught you off guard, her firm hand catching your jaw and forcing your confused gaze back to her face. Wanda stared you down as seriously as an over-tired and now flushed in the face woman could at two in the morning waiting for you to give her the answer she waited for.

She'd know if you lied. She always knew.

"I didn't do anything with anyone else, if that's what you're asking." Wanda moved to caress your cheek and you were quick to nuzzle into her hand, her warm palm grounding your hazy focus. Arms weakening, you settled your weight between her legs and the rough denim scratching along your inner thighs sent a shiver up her spine so suddenly, her breath caught in her throat for a minute. "Look at you... you're so pretty, mommy."

"Shhh, honey, the boys are sleeping." Sweet as the rambly compliment was, your volume control wasn't proving to be great while drunk.

The gentle reminder left you pouting, nosing at the base of her throat apologetically. "I'll be quiet! Let me kiss you more? Preferably all over? Just for a little bit, then bedtime."

"Alright okay! So eager..." Wanda couldn't help but laugh as your attention turned to her sternum, fumbling hands already struggling with the knot of her robe, appreciating not only your adoration, but your blunt honesty.

Both were quite new to her relationship wise and she was quickly finding it to be very... fun; something she'd missed out on most times in her marriage. "But you're showering first thing in the morning; you smell like that bar."

[bunicate]

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ 𐙚 ₊˚ BOUNDED TO. belphie x fem reader

warnings ꒱ྀི incest. mild dub-con. blowjob. minor hairpulling. jealousy. sis-con belphie. repost / 18+

“luci says you’re not supposed to come in my room anymore.”

you kept your position on the bed. you lay on your slightly exposed belly with your back facing the door. you didn’t see the point in directing your gaze behind you when you were expecting this very moment to happen.

it’s been a few days since your last exchange, and it was only a matter of time before he’d seek you out once more. still, you maintained your weak show of defiance.

belphie chuckles dryly, amused at your attempt.

"well, for one, luci isn’t even here," he sneers.

he recoils at the nickname, annoyed at how sweetly it rolls off your tongue while he spits it out of his. jealousy hangs off the fringes at the mention of his elder brother, and it’s only quelled when he remembers his access to you. it dampens his anger, though only by a bit.

“and why am i not allowed here? did you tell him all the dirty things i did to you?”

you tense up at the words he utters, saturated with taunt, and your face begins to warm.

he watches as you become rigid, knowing that memories from just a mere few nights ago were running around in your head, and he took that as his invitation to keep going.

“did you tell him how i sucked your fat little cunt until you squirted?”

and incoming—you chuck a pillow at him with your demonic strength hoping that it would somehow drive a hole through his head for being so crude.

“shut up! you said you wouldn’t make fun of me for it."

belphie smirks as he catches the pillow with ease and he tucks it under his arm.

regret settles in the pit of your stomach, but more importantly, embarrassment.

you recall that night in such vivid detail. he parted your folds, in awe at the puffy thickness. he sucked at your chubby mound, flicking his tongue against your lips until he delved in deeper, warming your hole with his mouth. he used such sensual descriptors, calling your cunt succulent and sweet until your cream coated not only his tongue but the entire lower half of his face.

you feel ashamed that even recalling the event begins to arouse you. your thighs squish together without your permission, and you hope it snuffs out the remaining desire.

"it's nothing to be embarrassed about. it was sexy—cute even.”

belphie teases, and you audibly groan.

he was different from beel in many ways, and you questioned how he could be the twin of such a sweet and friendly glutton until you realized the extent of belphie's insatiability.

he would never admit it, but he inexplicably craved you. his utter desire to pull you apart and put you back together for his own pleasure. he wanted you all to himself, which struck you as odd.

he’s mean; he teases you, pulls your hair, calls you names, and then, when you’re on precipice of exploding, suddenly you’re his ‘darling little sister.’ he'd whisper praise against your lips, making you forget why you were mad in the first place. he’s mastered riling you up and talking you back down, but it was exhausting—he's exhausting.

you settle on ignoring him, preferring to kick your feet back and forth on the bed while you busied yourself with whatever had your attention.

he lowers his head to peek underneath your oversized shirt and perversely looks between your bare thighs before locking the door behind him.

he walks towards your relaxed frame, remaining a good distance away but close enough to peer over and glance at what had you so occupied.

“are you mad at me?” he questions, tossing the pillow to the side.

“when am i not?”

you shrug off his pathetic attempt to ease your anger, as you are used to his patterns by now. you hum the measly tune playing and tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, refusing to look at him. “what do you want, belphie?”

“who says i want anything? can’t a big brother hang out with his little sister?”

you scoff.

“nice try, but we don't 'hang out' and no, co-napping doesn't count.” you lock your phone and put it on the nightstand.

“just tell me what you want.”

his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek.

“is that any way to talk to your big brother?”

he reels back some of his attitude hoping it comes across as playful. he didn’t want you to be too upset because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to calm you back down. thankfully, you didn’t seem angry—just bothered, and somehow belphie hated that more.

“you’re only older than me by like a month and that’s not anything to brag about.”

he sucked his teeth. always eager to remind him that, while he was older, it was just barely –as if he cared.

“doesn’t matter. i’m still your big brother.”

there’s a brief moment of silence before you sigh. “whatever you say.”

you're appeasing him; it's like you didn’t actually believe it yourself. his annoyance spiked, and you enjoyed it. it was nice to give him a taste of his own medicine for a change, and see him so worked up , especially over something so trivial.

“look at me when i’m talking to you.”

you choose to play coy and ignore his demand until you're suddenly startled.

the bed abruptly dips as he settles on top of you.

you finally turn around to protest, but he barely gives you a chance. your bewildered eyes meets his firm gaze. his mouth connects to the spot just under your ear, his breath fans your skin, and a shock travels down your spine, resting in your lower back.

his hands weaves around you and digs into the sheets, trapping you against the bed.

“don’t be like that.” his voice is much lower and more inviting, but still authoritative.

he takes his other hand to lift up your shirt to your surprise. he admires the cute and skimpy pajamas and how the shape of your slit was visible as you futilely kicked at him.

embarrassed, you reach to pull your shirt down.

“b-belphie! stop !” you shriek.

he snickers at your expression. his lean and languid body drapes over you as he burrows into you. his nose and lips caress your skin, inciting goosebumps. it prods you lightly, making you shift from being abashed to giggly.

you can’t stop the laugh from bubbling up inside; you bite your lips to muffle them, but when he licks at your neck, you can no longer hide it.

“that tickles,”

“yeah?”

the skin around your eyes wrinkle and your body twitches from his teasing.

“if that’s the case . . .”

he moves too quickly for you to process. his knees settle on either side of your hips, his chest to your back, while his hands pin your wrists down. you’re so used to seeing belphie so idle that his agility catches you by surprise.

his mouth latches on the back of your neck and begins to plant spit-covered hickeys on your skin.

“n’more marks . . .” you whine, but he doesn’t listen. he hoped lucifer would see them.

if there was one thing he hated more than lucifer, it was the relationship you had with him.

you were different around each other. the lucifer he knows is cold and calculating, except when he speaks to you. It’s gentle, reassuring, and sickeningly tender—it's disgusting. he babies you, and you lapped up his affection like a puppy.

belphie supposes he shouldn’t be surprised. you’re the youngest and the only girl—the only sister—and you’re lucifer’s favorite. you're docile and soft-spoken around him and lucifer treated you like you were as fragile as a quaint flowers. he’s always careful— worried that if he were too rough, he’d pluck you from the ground and you’d wilt.

you were a demon; you could withstand much more, but the avatar of pride didn't care.

he didn't care that you were spoiled, bratty, and foul-mouthed, and maybe lucifer was blind to it. he couldn’t realize that about his precious sister when he was too busy fucking her.

dinners were especially tortuous. he wonders if you can feel him staring daggers at you when you obediently take your seat next to lucifer and proceed to give him all of your attention.

he hates how you play with your hair and cross and uncross your legs, like you’re nervous. what could you possibly be talking about with him that turns you into a fidgeting mess?

why should he even care? he doesn't care; actually, it didn't matter. you can pretend all you want; he knows what type of girl you are and the naughty things you likes

belphie's teeth scrape and lightly prick your skin to prove a point —it’s not deep enough to bleed but just enough to bruise and hear your mewl. he’s so close that his lashes gently feather your cheek. the smell of your hair and faint perfume lingering cause belphie to become feverish. it annoyed him to see how his body reacted to yours.

his cock pulsates against his pants, and he presses into your behind. you’re soft and pretty and sweet enough to taint.

“I need you to do something for me, baby sis.”

he struggles to ask. he didn't want what you believed to be about him to be true. he's only around you when he needs something, but he swears you are a drug. he can’t help the tent in his pants and how aroused he gets when you’re angry and pissed off at him.

you twist your neck as much as he’d allow to look at the demon behind you.

“w-what?” you stutter, too focused on the way his hips grind against your ass.

your shirt rides up, but this time from his movement. you can feel his eyes burning on the skin of your butt, and you couldn’t pull the fabric back down to hide.

"you know what i want.”

belphie leaves a trail of kisses on your body. tugging down your collar, he nibbles on your shoulder.

“I need your pretty little mouth,” he whispers right by the shell of your ear. his nose digs into you, tracing vertical lines while he inhales your scent. “i want to feel it around my cock.”

you tutted.

"we can’t anymore. we’ll get in trouble.” you wiggle against him, attempting to shut your legs to ease the throb in your lower region.

“we won’t.” he promises. “I just need to cum in my little sister’s throat.” he eyes the length of your neck, eyes hazy like he was imagining it. “i need to fuck it.”

you blush profusely at the demand. “nuh-uh” was your defiant reply.

in response, belphie unpins one of your wrists and instead tangles his fingers in your hair to pull it. your head is thrown back from the force, and you cry out. “hurts..”

yeah, of course it does. he wonders how angry lucifer would be if he saw how he roughhoused you.

your plump lips are slightly parted, and your eyes are glossy. he looks between the two of them.

with an open mouth, his lips find yours to press a sloppy wet kiss. he couldn’t resist you, and he wouldn’t even try to.

“we won’t get in trouble as long as you don’t tell anyone, okay?”

he knew someone would notice the number he did on your nape, but you didn’t need to fret about that, at least not now. he loosens his grip on your strands while his hips still move at a slow pace, cock-humping your backside for his gratification and to encourage you.

“b-but—”

“but nothing. you’re going to suck me off because i’m your big brother and you love me, right?" the exalting feelings you possess for him can’t be questioned, but you remain hesitant. you know it’s wrong, and yet you nod anyway.

“ i love you so much, belphie.”

he smiles at your obedience. you’re always more likely to listen when your cunt is weeping for him. he didn’t have to see it to know that you’re soaked.

“good.” he pats the side of your cheek.

you study him with glossy and affectionate eyes. your lips are pursed and trembling like you want another kiss. he’s learned how to read your silent pleas, and so he grants you another peck.

“love you.” you say it again, but with the innocence that belphie craves. you hope he melts at the sound of your voice, but he doesn’t. he crumbles.

“love you too. i love you so fucking much, you have no idea,” he mumbles it against your soft lips, his orbs staring deep into yours with such desire and fondness. he kisses you once more and then twice, rubbing your chin softly.

“my perfect little sister isn’t that right? you're going to do what your big brother says.”

and his mouth is hot against yours. his tongue, used to such venom, felt sweet for a change and it makes you wet.

your back arches as he continues to kiss you. his tongue caresses the roof of your mouth; it's messy and audible, and you croon at the sensation. you felt sensitive; even your nipples brushing against the cotton of your shirt were enough to draw out tiny squeaks.

“big brother...” you mewl it against his mouth, and belphie fucking groans.

“f-fuck.” he’s zipping down his pants.

“i'm so fucked up. you have no idea how fucking hard that makes me.”

he spanks you on your ass and removes his body from on top of you. he lays on his back, crossing his arms behind his head to rest on your pillows.

he’s relieved when your dainty hands pull down his pants and his cock springs free. slender and long, tilting slightly with thin veins on the sides, a rosy pink tip coated in a thin layer of pearlescent white.

your mouth puckers and sucks on his leaky slit for a few seconds before you bury him in your throat. the friction is familiar, and the burn forces you to produce more spit. your drooling mouth deepthroats him, suctioning around his shaft with your tongue flicking on any vein it comes across.

you keep going even as his cock kisses the back of your throat. when he hears you gag, his hand rests on your head to keep you still.

“I want to feel you choke, baby. cmon suck it.”

bucking into the vice that was your mouth, your hair fans out around his thighs. belphie thinks to tug on it when he wants to fuck your face even harder.

“gonna empty my cum in my little sister’s throat,” he groans gutturally just as soon as your lips touch his coarse hairs. your tears threaten to spill.

he calls out to you, continuing to hump your warm mouth.

“call me big brother again.”

you look up at him with that precious, messy cock-sucking face as you swallow around him.

you try to straighten your back , attempting to remove his length from the slick opening of your throat, but the firm hand on your head keeps you still.

“say it.”

you feel a wave of anxiety. you try to keep the drooling from overwhelming you, but it doesn’t stop. you swallowed around him reactively, aware of how much he was stuffing and stretching your mouth. you’re careful to prevent yourself from choking as you struggle to speak, but you gag a few more times.

“b-bwig b-bwother.”

filthy ribbons of spit and cum drip for your mouth ruining your clothes and sticking to your chest.

your tiny mouth struggles to take him. it’s far from perfect, it’s sloppy and messy, but belphie thinks you never looked more beautiful.

[prodbymaui]

Stress No More

and you're my centre, you keep me tethered

PAIRING: jung jaehyun x reader

GENRE: stress relief

WORD COUNT: 1.6k+ words

WARNINGS: consensual somnophilia, sub space, daddy kink

SYNOPSIS: Stressed because of work, CEO Jaehyun seeks the comfort of his wife. So when he finally clocks out of work, he didn’t waste any time to quickly drive and get home.

A/N: this was a revised version of one of my fics months ago. thought I had to at least post something as a compensation of my long overdue series. forgive me for the typos, grammatical errors-- yadda yadda yadda. enjoy reading! share your thoughts?

Jaehyun sighs as he starts to clean up his desk and gather his things. Fashion week just finished and the whole company had been busier than ever. As the CEO, it’s his responsibility to make sure everything falls into the right place with no flaws and show a much better performance than other brands do.  Utmost success doesn’t just come immediately, it demands sleepless nights and burned out minds. Responsibilities as the owner of his own company requires him to spend most of his time signing papers, going over proposals and designs, visiting and participating in the outside works himself, and many more.

Guilt fills Jaehyun’s body when he sees the texts you had sent him earlier, he scolds himself for not replying to you not even once despite clearly, it was his work that had hold him back and made it quite impossible for him to check his phone, especially during meetings. Turning his heels, Jaehyun quickens his pace, urge of going home burns inside him as seconds passes by.

The moment he arrives, he calls out your name softly, announcing his arrival. A couple more and he is yet to receive a response. Oftentimes, when you are free from the shackles of your own job, you like relaxing at the patio, chewing on your strawberry cheesecake all the while laughing at whatever film you’ve decided to watch—or there are times where Jaehyun finds you in your shared bedroom, playing on your phone or taking a nap. After going to the patio first and sees no sight of your figure, Jaehyun opted to head to the second in ranking of your favorite places.

There he finds his lovely wife all sprawled out on the bed, sleeping peacefully with your black silk nightgown that he loves so much. A smile of adoration appears on Jaehyun’s face, walking towards your peaceful sleeping figure while taking off his coat and tie. He settles his things on the table not far from the bed, resting his knee on the mattress and takes in the sight.

Jaehyun feels his breath hitch at the look of your exposed collarbones and thighs. Like a cue, one of your talks prior the busy weeks pricks Jaehyun’s mind. In that very conversation, you had mentioned about wanting to give somnophilia a try. Jaehyun was clueless back then that an explanation was needed. Being the gentleman that he is, Jaehyun expresses worry over the procedure and said that having sex requires verbal consent, he doesn’t want to disrespect the only woman he loves other than his mother. It took quite a few convincing and batting your eyelashes before he agreed.

Cheerfully, you assured him that he have your consent of touching you anytime, anywhere—conscious or unconscious. There are words you’ve established to signal any discomfort or want to stop the actions anyways. Too caught up with work, you didn’t have time to try it. But Jaehyun thinks that this might be the right time.

He plants a soft kiss on your forehead, caressing your cheeks, as he stares at you lovingly for a minute. Jaehyun tugs the hem of your nightgown upwards, there lies the flimsy fabric barely covering the plum cheeks of your pussy. He feels his pants get tighter.

Parting your legs slowly, Jaehyun thinks it’s pathetic to torture himself like this. The thin fabric doesn’t do much of covering what is between those legs, partially showing your clit. He curses under his breath, reaching down to unbuckle his belt to let his hard cock breathe some air, eyes never leaving your cunt.

Jaehyun settles comfortable in the middle while unbuttoning his shirt. He wets his lip as he parts the pussy lips with his thumbs and diving into the pool of sweetness. Jaehyun must’ve saved the world in his previous life to be rewarded by this delicacy. Sliding his tongue in, from the hole to the clit, tasting his wife’s arousal. He closes his eyes as he gets lost to the sweet wetness, licking and sucking on the clit, hungry for more. He looks up to watch your face without stopping the work of his tongue, he can see the calm breathing as it turns heavy and the peaceful face changes into a confused frown.

Your husband observes you, dipping his wet muscle inside the tight warm hole completely. Ghosts in your house would think he’s the one getting eaten out by how he moans and hums at your taste. He flattens his tongue and licks up to the clit, letting his middle finger enter the warm cave, flicking his tongue lightly at your button of pleasure.

Soon, three fingers are already inside and your pussy is now all puffy from all the sucking and licking. He pulls away and stares at how his digits move in and out of your soaping cunt. Letting a muted moan, stirring a bit, Jaehyun chuckles lowly when your legs spreads wider as if to give him more access. Even in deep slumber, you wouldn’t hesitate to offer yourself to him.

Jaehyun presses a kiss on your clit before pulling out his fingers, taking off his pants and boxers. He strokes his cock at the delicious sight of his pliant wife. God, he is certain he’ll come anytime soon just by looking at you, so fucking rewarding after all the stress he had gone through since morning. Without wasting any time, Jaehyun hovers over you, hands beside each side of the your head to hold himself up as he slowly penetrates your soaked hole. Jay lets out a long moan. You feels so good, so warm, so tight.

His thrusts becomes rough and fast almost immediately, not even bothering to lower down his moans and slow down for his wife. You like it like this. The way his cock rubs the insides of your walls is so enticing that you were pulled out from your dream, fluttering your eyes open as the feeling of being full registers in your brain. Whimpering at your husband’s appearance, sweat peeks at Jaehyun’s shoulders, his mouth and chin wet. You are not dumb to be unaware of what just took place, not dumb to know that it’s your wetness that lies on his face, not dumb to realize that what you thought is a wet dream is indeed happening. Fina-fucking -ly.

“Oh, daddy.” You whimpers, hands shooting up to grip on your husband’s biceps, hips bucking up to meet the purposeful thrusts. Jaehyun opens his eyes and sees the pleasure in his now awake wife. He leans down to finally have a taste of the mouth he had been craving ever since this morning, wrapping his arms around you to feel the warmth that he had been seeking after all the stress work had given him.

Picking up his pace, Jaehyun orders you to hold on to him, whispering filthy shits against your ears, knowing how it pushes you to the edge even more. With his wife’s beautiful noises and the clenching of your pussy in his cock, Jaehyun feels himself getting close. He used to last longer than you, but due to the pleasuring clenches of your walls and the beautiful sight of you falling apart in his arms, it’s embarrassing to say that he can cum in just a few minutes.

“Fuck baby, you’re bulging.” Jaehyun looks at your stomach stretching up whenever he thrusts in, the shape of his cock making an appearance. He presses a hand at that very part and starts to pounce roughly, wanting to feel how big his cock inside your small hole.

Sobbing at the merciful thrusts, you tighten your arms around his neck. He feels so so big that you could feel him almost literally breaking you into two. Jaehyun leans back to sit up, placing his hands on his your waist as he fastens his pace, giving you more than what you can take. Your arms goes everywhere, not knowing where to place them, you need to grip on something.

Jaehyun groans when your hands proceeds to grab the big teddy bear on the side of your bed, giving the illusion of innocence with how you’re crying and hugging the stuffed toy like a bullied little kid. Jaehyun puts both of your legs on his shoulders to thrust deeper and harder, You can’t do anything but to scream about how good Jaehyun is making you feel. The complaints from the neighbors are definitely guaranteed.

“Daddy daddy— gonna c-cum— ‘m gonna cum— daddy cum!” You thrashes underneath him and starts to clench on his girthy cock. You want to come so bad, fuck. Your tummy tightens as you discard the stuffed toy to the side and makes grabby hands to your husband. Immediately, Jaehyun complies and leans down, letting you wrap your arms around his neck once again as he whispers encouragement to your ears.

“Come for me, baby. Come on princess, show daddy how good you are for him.” With a few more strokes, you are clamping down hard on his cock and Jaehyun is thrusting uncontrollably. His cum mixes with yours as Jaehyun moves slowly, riding out your high. Once you’ve come down from your climax, he pulls out of you carefully and grabs a towel on your bed side and starts to clean up the mess made by the both of you. Your hand prevents him from going to the bathroom, “Where are you going?” Gosh, those teary eyes—will anyone blame him if his flaccid dick gets hard again by the mere doe eyes?

“To the bathroom, I’ll prepare our bath.” You shake your head.

“No?” Tugging Jaehyun to lay beside you. Your husband only lets it be as you puts his arm around you and buries your face in the crook of his neck.

“We have all the time to do that, let’s just rest for now.” You sleepily say, yawning.

Just a few more days. A few more days and you will be consistently woken up with him fucking you dumb, just like what you had always begged him to do. Jaehyun smirks, a few more days.

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Chiori and Yae with a reader that tries to slack off all the time

characters: Chiori / Yae Miko x gn!reader (separate)

a/n: Chiori is such an asshole and I absolutely adore her. She’s like if they gave Stannis Baratheon hair and a second sword.

(I wrote this like... 2 months ago and finally finished it. A total henry move to write 90% of smth and then let it rot in my WIP folder for months, if you ask me.)

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Chiori

While the two of you matched when it came to radiating calm energy, the way they came out in quite contrasting ways. Where the Seamstress worked hard at following her passions, you were easygoing, where she was direct and brutally honest, you were charming and always said what the other party wanted to hear. Where she was Chiori, you were you.

So when you once again found yourself in her Boutique, chatting away with customers and somehow managing to make them spend more than they had planned, only to up and vanish from one moment to the next, Chiori couldn’t help but feel like she had an inkling of an idea to as were she would find you.

“What are you doing here?”, Chiori’s voice suddenly rang out, waking you from your slumber as you slowly looked up at her, your eyes still half closed and yet still managing to make out the vexed look on her face.

“I was taking a small break. Do you need me for something, Chiori?” you asked in a completely innocent tone, an unwavering smile plastered on your face as she stared you down before signaling to the once locked door.

“And where did you get the keys for the room?”

“They were in the door, so I let myself in. Oh- Was I not supposed to go here?” You realized with widened eyes, glancing between her and the door before shooting her an apologetic smile.

“Yeah no, don’t do that again. The next time you want to take a nap, do it at home”, came her response almost immediately.

Putting the whole “sneaking off and going into a locked room to take a nap away from people” situation aside, what annoyed Chiori even more was how impossible to read you were. If she was sure you were lying to her, she’d have thrown you out long ago. Were you really clueless enough to let yourself into a room or were you simply playing dumb? 

“Ugh. If you want to stand around and do nothing, come with me. I’m in need of a model right now.”

Yae Miko

While you were certainly far from being as lethargic as a certain ninja-girl loitering around the shrine every so often, you had your moments of supreme languidness. And while there were times she felt the urge to help you out by giving you a bit of motivation to get your day started, more often than not, Yae found herself amused by the lengths you took to go unnoticed by your superiors.

“Oh my, you look exhausted. You must have been working hard to get all of this paperwork finished. I do hope I’m not being a nuisance right now”, Yae observed as she entered the room, her voice both soft in nature while masking her mischievous intentions, letting herself into your office only to see you half-slumped over your desk with finished paperwork surrounding you.

That being said, Yae had no doubt it didn’t take you as long as your dramatic rendition of an exhausted warrior would suggest, considering the clever ways you found to make your work easier. So often had you inadvertently impressed her with your way of working that she wouldn’t put it past you to reinvent the wheel if it could shave off a few seconds from your work.

“No, I just now finished my work”, you were quick to soothe her worries, and yet by the way you rubbed your eyes awake, the Kitsune couldn’t help but doubt your words.

As expected, you had learned from your mistakes. The last time you were caught finishing early, you got a few sentences of praise and an extra load of work, the way your self-satisfied smile turned into one barely holding on as you tried to mask whatever emotions washed over you on the inside, being exactly the kind of subtle reactions she loved to watch people go through.

“You should know that you are truly a commendable employee. So, to reward you for your hard work, I should give you a promotion”, Yae spoke before shooting you a small smile as if to praise you, and yet by the time her words registered in your brain, your mouth was left hanging wide open.

“Thank you, but that’s really not necessary. I can think of a dozen people more suited than me-”

“You’re selling yourself short. I’m confident you’re more than qualified for the position”, Yae quickly cut you off, her expression unchanging as she slowly turned around. “Or… Is it that you do not want more work?” She added as her smile grew wider, barely hiding her enjoyment anymore.

“No… thank you”, you responded with a meek sigh, realizing the futility of fighting it.

Once you’d take a closer look at your new privileges and responsibilities, you’d surely realize that she made sure most of your new workload wouldn’t take nearly as long as your current one if handled in an intelligent manner, and yet, when she saw your current reaction, a part of her found herself hoping you wouldn’t realize anytime soon.

By the time Yae reached the door however, she found herself halting in her tracks, quietly humming to herself as she seemed to think about something before finally turning to face you once again.

“I do suppose you did work well today. Take the rest of the day off.”

[sunshinepanic]

Unexpected

Pairing: Rafe Cameron X Reader

Brief JJ Maybank X Reader

Summary: Reader has been in love with her childhood best friend JJ for as long as she can remember, but when he crushes her heart she finds comfort in the last place she expects.

Chapter Warning: JJ is kind of a douche, Angst, fluff. 

Not beta read we die like men

WC: 1,547

Note: I have never written OBX before and I absolutely adore both JJ and Rafe but Rafe has me in a chokehold at the moment and I can’t get him out of my head. 

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Your fingers carded through long blond hair. You were pressed firmly against the wall of your bedroom as strong hands gripped your hips. Your breath knocked out of you by JJ’s heated kisses while your head was spinning. You had dreamed of this moment for so long, never letting yourself hope that your childhood best friend would return your feelings. Just as your hips moved of their own volition and made contact with his, JJ ripped away from you as if he had been burned. Panic settles in your stomach as you look at him with wide eyes. Breathing heavily, JJ shakes his head. “I’m sorry. (Y/N/N) I shouldn’t have done that.” Your heart plummets as you try to reassure him that you want this. “It’s fine, JJ. I’m more than okay with this.” He looks at you with sadness in his eyes. “It’s not that. I can’t do this with you. I’m not ready for a relationship, I’m sorry.”

As you blink away the dream of the events that transpired a few days ago, you pull yourself out of bed and get dressed in a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a cropped band tee. Trying to push the thoughts of JJ out of your head you grab your skateboard and head off towards the chateau to meet up with your friends.

You grew up with JJ and John B; they were your best friends, and the chateau was like a second home to you. You were a very tactile person, enjoying physical affection and comfort from your friends, so it wasn’t unusual for you to curl up in bed with John B and Sarah, snuggle with Pope or Kie, or take naps with JJ. It’s just how you have always been, but since the kiss, you have pulled away from any physical affection with JJ, feeling like you were making him uncomfortable. As you showed up to the chateau, John B and Sarah were down by the water. As they saw you approaching, they started towards you. You made your way up the steps, and as you headed into the house, you heard John B yell at you to wait and Sarah yell Y/N, but it was too late. You had already walked through the door, and you could hear JJ and a girl giggling in his room. Dread filled you at the idea of having to see whatever turon he had decided to hook up with, but as you turned to leave, the bedroom door opened, and Kie walked out wearing one of JJ’s shirts and nothing else, with JJ behind her, leaving kisses on her neck, causing her to giggle. They were so wrapped up in each other that neither of them noticed your presence.

Nausea bubbled in your throat as you turned and slammed back out the front door just as John B and Sarah made it to the porch. You shoved past them, mumbling that you had to go.  But before you could get far, John B grabbed your hand, pulling you back into a hug. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled into your hair. You shrugged. “Who he hooks up with is none of my business.” John B looked at you with sad eyes as he told you, “It’s not a hookup. They’re dating.” You could swear you physically felt your heart crack as you nodded your head and pulled away from John B. With a sad smile at Sarah, you turned away and yelled that you would see them later as you took off down the road on your board.

You wandered around for most of the day, trying to wrap your head around what had happened. John B and Sarah knew about the kiss with JJ because you confided in them when they asked why you seemed to be avoiding him. John B also knew that you had been in love with JJ for as long as he could remember, but JJ seemed oblivious up until he kissed you. Yes, you had the occasional hook up here and there but you never had a boyfriend or anything remotely close to a relationship. You knew it was pointless considering your feelings toward your best friend so you chose to stay single. As you made your way to your favorite spot on the beach, hidden back in the cliffs, you were so wrapped up in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice that someone was already there, sitting by a crackling fire.

You heard a pop from the fire, and it startled you into looking up and making eye contact with the last person you expected to see sitting by the fire. Rafe Cameron sat staring back at you with a smirk plastered on his face. You stammered, “Shit Rafe! You scared the crap out of me. I’m sorry; I didn’t realize anybody was here. I’ll just go.” As you turned to leave, Rafe called out to you. “Wait! You can stay. I’m just hanging out here. You don’t have to leave.”

Rafe had had plenty of run-ins with your friend group over the years, and it was no secret that he and the boys clashed at every turn, but he had never been mean to you in any way. In fact, the only thing he ever did was call you Sunshine for some reason unbeknownst to you. You always figured he just did it to irritate you.

Tentatively, you made your way over to the fire and sat down, wrapping your arms around your legs and staring into the flames. Rafe observed you for a few minutes before he broke the silence. “What’s wrong? You seem upset.” You whipped your head up, locking eyes with his crystal blue gaze. “Why do you think something is wrong?” He chuckled, shaking his head like you were exasperating. “When you came in here, you were so distracted by your own thoughts that you didn’t even notice I was here. You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders, and you are hiding out in the cliffs.” After staring at him for a few moments and struggling to piece your thoughts together, you scoffed. “I could say the same thing about you. You’re down here hiding in the cliffs all by yourself too.” Rafe smiled, and it made your breath catch for a moment. “You’re right. I’m down here because I don’t want to be around anyone. Your turn.” You gaped at him for a moment before you turned back to the fire. You could tell he wasn’t being completely honest but it really wasn’t any of your business. “It’s nothing, just stupid boy drama.” Rafe gazed at you thoughtfully before he responded. “So what did JJ do now?” Your head snapped towards him so fast that you could swear you heard a crack. “Who said anything about JJ?” Rafe arched his one eyebrow and scoffed at you. “Come on, Sunshine, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know you have a thing for that idiot.” You stared at him as you struggled to form a sentence. Finally sighing in defeat. “He kissed me the other day but said we couldn’t be together because he wasn’t ready for a relationship, and then today I found out he is now dating Kie. So apparently he is ready for a relationship; he just doesn’t want me.” After sitting in silence for a few minutes, Rafe scoffed, “I knew he was a fucking idiot.” The response startled a laugh out of you, which caused Rafe to chuckle. You swatted at him, “Watch it; that’s still my friend you’re talking about.” Rafe dodged your hand as he laughed. "No, but for real, that’s fucked up, and he is a moron.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence for a while. Eventually, easy conversation started to flow, and before you knew it, the sun had set and there was a chill in the night air. Rafe noticed you shiver slightly and quickly pulled his black hoodie off and handed it to you. “Oh no, I’m ok.” You tried to deny it, but Rafe just looked at you, smiling. “You are literally shivering; just take the god damn hoodie.” You relented sliding the hoodie on. You didn’t realize how cold you actually were until the warmth leftover from his body enveloped you and his woodsy scent filled your lungs. You thanked him, and your easy conversation continued. Eventually, you were lying down on your back by the fire. Rafe was seated looking down at you while you guys asked each other random questions like, What’s your favorite color? Rafe’s is blue, and yours is (Y/F/C). What’s your favorite animal? Rafes is a tiger, and yours is (Y/F/A). Rafe had just gotten done justifying why he thought Top Gun Maverick was a great movie, and he couldn’t believe you hadn’t seen it when he turned to look at you and noticed you were on your side sleeping. He tried gently shaking you awake, but you didn’t show any signs of waking up. He decided he would let you rest for a little while, then wake you up so you could head home, but the sound of the ocean and your light breathing lulled him to sleep.

Next

[gglitch1dd]

I'm Ready (Omega Eijiro x Alpha Reader)

Eijiro has been waiting a long time and tonight he's going to make it a reality. Operation: Seduce Alpha into giving him pups is a GO!

Please note that Eijiro Is AFAB and Reader is AMAB (As in Eijiro has a vagina and Reader has a penis, female alphas have penises too. That's what makes them alphas).

Warning: Smut, Kirishima conspiracy theories, Squirting, Knots, OMEGAVERSE, BREEDING, Stuffing, overstimulation, SluttyEijiroSupremacy, wanting to have children, a random crying baby in the beginning.

words: 7k

Eijiro walked forward with the shopping cart in front of him, looking at all the spices he should get. He was a bit clueless when it came to experimenting, but he did know that whatever recipes his mom had, included specific spices that he all had on a list on his phone. He glanced down at the list and back at the rack. He hummed, his eyebrows furrowed.

Today was an important day. A very important day and Eijiro could not mess this up. He also had to be quick. With his preheat clouding the back of his mind, like something he could never really truly forget, he needed to act while he was still sober enough to get you into his trap.

Eijiro got out of his head when he heard struggled huffs. He turned to look to see an Omega trying to console his pup while trying to get to one of the higher shelves and get one of the stocks. The crying pup brought him immediately to a level head, instantly pricking his senses. Eijiro put the spice he was holding into his shopping cart and immediately went over.

“May I help you?” He asked.

The male Omega let out a relieved chirp, “Please.” He let out as he looked down at the crying pup he was holding. The little pup seemed in distress as he twisted and turned in his dam’s arms almost restlessly. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him. I just fed him not even ten minutes ago and normally he loves to nap while we shop.” Eijiro could hear the distress in the other Omega’s voice, frustrated tears threatening his eyes that were behind circular rimmed glasses.

Eijiro motioned towards himself. “You mind if I try?” He asked. The other Omega shook his head no, passing over the small pup to the taller male. Eijiro hushed the pup, moving the pup to be held on his side rather than upright. “Sh… it’s okay, little one. It’s okay. It’s alright. No need to cry.” Eijiro put a hand to the little pup’s forehead, a thin layer of sweat there. It was then that Eijiro also took into account how flushed he looked. Eijiro unwrapped the pup from its swaddle of blankets, putting the blanket in the baby stroller. He moved to unzip, the pup’s onesie, carefully allowing the pup some fresh air. “Shh, it’s alright. Is this better?” He asked softly. The little pup put his head down against Eijiro’s chest, cries reducing as the baby finally became calm again.

Eijiro looked up again at the male Omega next to him, his hazel eyes wide in surprise. “How did you know?” He asked as he moved closer to Eijiro with an analytical eye to him, making Eijiro chuckle.

“Well, he was sweating a bit and looked flushed. He must have been feeling a bit overheated.” Eijiro explained as he pat the pup’s back. He moved to hand the pup back to his dam. “Just keep him like this for a few more minutes before putting him back in his onesie without the blanket. He just needs time to cool down.”

The pup’s dam let out a relieved sigh as he pat his pup’s back, letting out a soft milky cotton scent that seemed to put even Eijiro at ease. Eijiro moved up to grab the stock that the other Omega was reaching for beforehand. “You are a life saver. How many pup’s do you have, you seem so experienced?” He asked.

The question made Eijiro pause. He kept a sad smile on his face as he put the item in the Omega’s basket. “None, actually. It’s just my Alpha and I for now. I have many younger siblings, that’s why.” He explained with a smile.

“Oh!” The Omega let out in surprise. “Well, if its any consolation, I hope you know you would make an amazing dam.”

Eijiro couldn’t help the warm feeling that filled his chest. He put a genuine smile to his face. “Thank you.” He stated. “Well, I have to go. I’m on a bit of a time crunch at the moment, but it was lovely meeting you!” He bowed, giving a wave to the Omega and his pup.

“Thank you so much!”

Eijiro smiled as he walked back to his shopping cart and pushed forward. A slight ache in his heart as he left. His Omega whined softly, communicating what he was feeling inside. He tried focusing on getting his items to the checkout and leaving the store to head back home.

Eijiro moved to check the steaming vegetables as he peered into the pot. He grabbed a cloth and wiped his hands as he looked around the kitchen. Eijiro was never the best cook but he was much better than how he started off. His mother as well as Katsuki had taught him a well amount, and with his good ol’trusty Kirishima Pack Cookbook, there was nothing that could go wrong.

Nothing should go wrong tonight. Tonight, was a very important night for Eijiro. It would be the night that he would finally have you give him the pups that he so desperately wanted.

Now it wasn’t that you didn’t want pups. When the two of you had started dating, you were both very specific in what your expectations were and that you weren’t dating just to have a good time. You both went in with the intent of getting married, mating, and having pups of your own. It was the whole reason why the two of you took your relationship so seriously. You wanted to build a family together.

You knew more than anyone how much your Eijiro was meant to be a dam. It was something that was put in his heart and something he so desperately craved. It was a dream that had never diminished no matter how hard the world tried to take it away from him. All those doctor appointments, vitamins, immune boosters, diets and adjusting to his Alpha’s body, all for this very moment.

The only reason it hadn’t happened earlier was mostly because you knew how serious Eijiro took his hero career. Although Omegas couldn’t be heroes for more than fifteen years on the field work, before them having to go into retirement, Eijiro had always knew that the moment he decided that he wanted pups, he would have to forever kiss hero work goodbye. It was a heavy thing to come to terms with. Even if postpartum, he was in shape and better than ever, society was structured in such a way that they wouldn’t allow him back seriously. For needed emergencies and paper work, definitely though.

You knew this, which was one of the reasons why you were always so hesitant when it came to your ruts and his heats. You wanted him to enjoy every part of hero work while he still had it, which Eijiro was grateful for. But now he was okay. He was ready. He had already told Bakugou (who was deeply grieved by this news but accepted it with some snuggles in his nest as payment for making him upset), so Bakugou was prepared about how the DynaRiot Agency would lose RedRiot as an On Field member sooner rather than later.

Besides, hero work paid well. Even with part of his salary put towards maternity leave pay, which was why femme heroes were paid less. It was a bit of a fucked up notion but the Hero Commission often encouraged having pups, knowing that the next generation would be bigger and better than the previous. Otherwise without that maternity leave pay, his salary would be equal to that of a masc heroes, luckily. Either way, with you working in insurance, its not like he was worried about not having a higher income when he retires from on field work. He trusted you and you both always had your savings. So money wasn’t an issue for the both of you.

With all the necessary preparations done, all Eijiro had to do today was seduce you into stuffing him with your cum.

Simple.

Which was why he had cooked this amazing dinner. Normally you cooked, with the two of you alternating occasionally, but today Eijiro insisted. All the snacks in his nesting room were ready and waiting too. His nest was redone to perfection, he had taken leave off of work, the pack knew that the two of you were in your joined heat-rut season and nothing was stopping him.

Eijiro let out a nervous breath as he looked down at himself. A light blush had not left his face from the moment he had put on the lingerie set. A two piece lace gartered bustier and a thong set. All a beautiful shade of black. You told him that black always looked good on him, especially with his natural hair colour. When Eijiro had brought it, he didn’t think it would look this good on him, nor did he think that the thong would dig into his cunt so much, enough that every time he squished his thighs and walked, he could feel the material rubbing against him and slick line his slit. Over the lingerie was a plain black apron.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. His scent was bleeding into the air, showing how needy he was. He had to calm down and get himself in the needed mindset.

Service.

Service and submission.

That was all he needed right now. He let his Omega take most control as he moved to take out two plates.

The front door opened. “Eijiro, I’m home!” You said into the air. You took off your shoes. “There was a fight down town so all the traffic was rerouted. Took so much longer to drive back to the packgrounds than intended.” You explained as you moved down the hall with a hand to the back of your neck. That was when you noticed the delicious smell in the air. Warm cooked food. Enough to make your stomach grumble. You groaned loudly. “Oh Eij, did you cook dinner? You’re really a life saver today-”

Your words left your mouth and your brain as you stood in the entrance to the kitchen. You were met with a beautiful sight of Eijiro’s round fat ass right for you to see. Black garter stripes stretched over his ass to clip onto lacey thigh highs that clung to strong thick thighs. Your Omega turned around, hair soft and falling down his back as he turned to look at you, with wide ruby eyes.

He smiled at you excitedly, dressed in a tight-fitting apron. Eijiro walked over to you, slowly moving down to the ground in front of you, onto his knees effortlessly as he looked up to you. He bowed his head, exposing his neck in submission. “Good evening, Alpha.” He spoke sweetly. Instantly a loud rumble of approval left your chest without prompt, your Alpha deeply approving of what your Omega had chosen to do. Eijiro looked back up at you. He put reached up to put his hands on your thighs, with a gentle smile. “I made dinner for us. You can go sit at the table, I’ll bring it to you.”

You stared down at Eijiro, pupils big and round. You couldn’t think for a second. How could you? When your Omega looked like he should have been devoured by you five minutes ago. You noticed his eyes, noticing his round pupils and the pie like scent that was Eijiro’s, so sweet and heavy. You eased with a smirk as you reached down and put a hand underneath his chin. Immediately the Omega purred loudly, loving the feeling of your hands on him, his eyes fluttering shut.

You chuckled. “You look so delicious Eijiro. Thank you for the surprise.” You praised, making his eyes gleam. “I’ll be seated then. Don’t take too long, okay?” You knew your Omega and you knew how much he loved to serve the people he loved. Like right now.

He nodded his head obediently. “Yes, Alpha. Thank you.” He moved back up to his feet, turning to go and grab dinner for the both of you. Before he could, you gave him a nice swat to his ass making him squeak at the sudden action. He glanced back at you with a pink face, thighs squished together as he scurried on, making you chuckle. He was adorable.

You moved to go wash your hands first before moving to the table. You often wondered how on earth you managed to snag an Omega like Eijiro. He was your world, always supportive and sweet, an angel sent from the heavens. Of course, Eijiro had his own insecurities that you tried to vanquish instantly. Insecurities like his weight and size that he finally started to get over.

Eijiro was much more bulkier than most Omegas, having to be strong and big to be efficient on the field, but he was also just born large too. He was broader but also undeniably soft. With sweet round ruby eyes, a soft layer of fat around him that he could never truly get rid off and muscles strong enough to crush you. He was truly your type of Omega. He was taller than most Omegas and often than not you heard enough criticism from people about how could such an Omega ever attract a masc.

Which you found utter bullshit.

Eijiro was more feminine than a lot of the femmes you knew, but he was also masculine too. He was the perfect balance of everything. He was so gentle, and sweet. You had never seen such a hero on the scene able to comfort people and support them like your Eiji could. Whenever you visited his family at their pack estate, it was always your Eiji helping out his dam in the kitchen or running around trying to make sure everyone had a good time despite being so far away from his pack. It was why you tried to visit more often, to see the way his face lit up when he held one of the younger Kirishima pups or the way he laughed and smiled. You had talked to his mother, Yua, enough to know that Eijiro desperately wanted to settle down.

Honestly, after you met his family, you understood a lot more about Eijiro. First, you realised why he didn’t trust birth control (Kirishimas think it’s a way the government wants to kill them- you loved this family too much to deny their conspiracies), you also understood his love for family and kids. With as much pups the Kirishimas had, it was always a full and happy family affair. They were so close knit, it was overwhelming meeting them the first time. You also were promptly threatened by every masc in that family that Eijiro’s unhappiness equated to your funeral.

You weren’t entirely shocked about that.

Eijiro was the oldest Omega in the family after all (and one of Takea’s favourite).

Eijiro was never really good at hiding things too. Often than not, you would find surprises he wanted to give you because he would put it in places where it would be the easiest for him to remember… which also made it easier for you to find them. But he was cute like that, and you loved all his surprises.

But it seemed as though your Omega really wanted something from you today.

Something that had you feeling restricted in your pants.

He walked into the room placing dinner in front of you. You smiled up at him as he quickly put down your favourite beverage in front of you. Eijiro grabbed his own dinner and put it to your right, sitting there. He sat with his hands on his thighs looking at you eagerly. You swore that if your Omega had a dog quirk, he would have a tail racing a thousand miles a minute.

You sat up and took a taste of what had put before you. Eijiro watched you unblinkingly, wanting to get every single reaction. A rumble came from your chest at how good it tasted. You nodded your head motioning down to your food. “This is delicious.” You told him half chewing. “Thank you. God, I hope you have more.” You said as you started stuffing your face making him chirp out happily. Eijiro finally started eating as well, glad that you were happy with the meal.

During dinner it was mostly you that talked, mostly because Eijiro was in a mindset where he just wanted to hear you speak about all that had happened to you today. You did coerce him into telling you what you did, every little thing that he accomplished earned a praise from you. He drank two litres of water today? Good boy. He helped someone in the shops? You knew he was a life saver. He talked to his older sister? Such a good Omega for checking in on his family.

It earned a blush from the Omega but he smiled nonetheless, happy to receive all your praise when all he wanted to do was praise you.

Once dinner was over, Eijiro moved to wash the few dishes remaining, while you moved upstairs. When you arrived upstairs, you headed to change in more comfortable clothes. Eijiro had told you to go into his nesting room. You entered the room filled with fluffy pillows and heavily cushioned blankets and soft items of you, his family and pack members. You stayed outside the nest, waiting on your Omega.

It didn’t take long before Eijiro appeared. When he noticed that you were yet to enter the nest, waiting for his permission, he smiled. He let out a chirp, motioning for you to get inside. You moved to sit in the soft cushioned nest as Eijiro moved to grab an oil he had placed nearby.

“I got this made.” He told you. He opened the bottle as he slowly moved down onto his knees in front of you. You smelt a fusion of both yours and his scent making you raise an eyebrow. “It’s the both of us. Made into one.” He moved closer to you, sinking low on his knees. “May I, but…” You noticed his eyes flick down to your sweatpants. You saw him shift making you smirk. He swallowed down hard. “I want to massage you in your entirety.”

You smirked. “Okay…” You lifted your hips, tugging down your sweatpants. Eijiro watched with a stuttered breath as you tugged down your underwear as well. Eijiro swallowed down hard at the sight of your cock, hard already. You moved down onto your back, your hands behind your head. Eijiro, moved to put oil in his hands, rubbing his hands together. He moved closer to you. Before he could touch you, you put your hands up to interrupt him. “No,” You motioned down to your crotch. “Here.”

Eijiro paused. “There?”

“Do you want me to repeat myself, Omega?”

“No.” He answered quickly.

He moved some more, between your spread thighs as he first touched your inner thighs, strong hands kneading into your flesh. He tried not focusing on your sex as he tried his best in massaging out all the knots.

You let out a low rumble, showing your approval of his actions. “So tell me, Eijiro.” You spoke catching his attention, his ruby eyes flicking to you as he kneeled before you in his pretty lingerie. You tilted your head. “What is it that plagues that head of yours? Hm?”

Eijiro smiled as he crouched lower. “Nothing, Alpha.” He stated simply, moving onto his stomach. He flicked his gaze up to you. “Just you.” He whispered. His hands moved higher up towards your cock, his warm hands grabbing it. You sucked in a breath, feeling yourself twitch in his grasp. He was eye level with your cock. He leaned forward, placing a kiss to the head before kissing the underside. “And all you can give me.” He whispered, flicking his eyes up to you.

You raised an eyebrow. “All I can give you?” Your Omega nodded his head as he moved a hand to the underside of your cock, pressing lightly, going down your sex to your balls. You let out a low groan as you flicked your head back. “What can I give you?”

Eijiro loved your scent and how it filled the air around him. His hands left your sex making your let out a low growl in annoyance as his hands went to your hips. “Pups.” He tried. “As many as your heart desires. It’s all I want.” Eijiro slowly moved to climb into your lap. It was then that you looked down noticing the pungent sweet smell of slick. You looked down to find slick lacing his inner thighs and underwear that clung to fat pussy lips. He cupped your face, making you look up at the Omega in your lap. He held himself close to you. He pushed his hips down against your crotch making you suck in a breath at his throbbing heat against your own. “I want your pups, Alpha.” He spoke lowly.

“Eijiro.” You whispered, barely able to speak and not just slam him down on your cock and fuck him stupid. “Eijiro you-” A moan left you as you felt his thumbs massage your shoulders and your neck, hitting your scent glands. “Your hero career. You… you would never be able to go back in field.” You reminded him.

He gave you a gentle smile. “It’s okay. I’ve had my time as a hero and that’s okay. Thank you for supporting me throughout.”

He nuzzled his face against yours, scenting you with a purr from his chest. You purred right back at him, putting your hands to his waist as you closed your eyes. Both of you had your foreheads against one another as you breathed. It was an intimate moment between the both of you. Something unspoken and yet so passionate.

He had a gentle smile on his face despite his closed eyes. “But I want to be a dam, Alpha. I want your chubby pups growing inside me.” Your grip on him was hard as you let out a low growl. “I want my body to change and fatten to take care of your pups. I want my breasts to grow with milk to feed them. I want to go back home to the Kirishima Estate and birth our pups surrounded by family. I want to wait here at home with our pups waiting for you. I want to wake up in the middle of the night, tired and on the brink of exhaustion and still smiling at the little someone we made together.” You opened your eyes looking up at Eijiro. There were tears in his eyes as he smiled down at you. He nodded his head. “I’m ready.” He assured you.

That was anything about Eijiro. How selfless he was. You smiled adoringly at your Omega. You chuckled and nodded your head. “Okay.”

You watched his eyebrows raise in disbelief with an excited look in his eyes. “Okay?”

“Okay.” You chuckled.

“So…” You could tell his excitement. “You’ll give me a baby? We… we can try for a pup?”

“Yes, we can.”

Eijiro let out an excited squeal as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you down into the nest with him making you both laugh. You loved hearing him laugh as he smiled and giggled. You placed kisses all over his face, increasing his giggle as you held him tightly. You let out a deep sigh. He was all yours. You smirked as you placed a kiss against his scent gland.

You lifted your head to look down at him. You moved his red dyed hair out of his face and smirked. “My beautiful, Omega.” You praised, making him flush. You lean down and put a kiss to his lips.

Eijiro responded instantly by wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling you closer. You pressed him down against his nest, wanting him closer. With him now in your arms, you couldn’t deny how delicious he smelled. He smelled like a five-course meal. Everything about him made your cock leak just at having him against you.

Your hand moved down to grip his thick thighs, moving his legs up so that his thighs could come around you as you found a place between them and rut against him. Eijiro gasped, his mouth separating from yours as his eyebrows furrowed with a whine out of his mouth. You growled at the feeling of his lingerie against you and not his skin. You sat up immediately on your haunches and ripped at his lingerie, a blush coming to his face.

“Alpha! I liked this one.” He whined softly, a pout on his face.

Your eyes flicked to his face, you let out a grunt. “I’ll buy you another one.” You reasoned, before pulling at the rest of it, but leaving his thigh highs, which Eijiro found amusing as he giggled. However, his eyes turned hazy with lust as more slick dripped out of him as he felt your hands rip at the lingerie. Truth be told was for how strong Eijiro was, he loved to feel helpless and weak at your hands. He also loved seeing your display of strength even if unintentional.

Once you finally had him naked underneath you, let out a low rumble, glad to finally have your Omega all to yourself. At that, you leaned down and kissed him again, moving to grab at his chest making him whine. Sculpted large pecs with a layer of fat that you always loved. Eijiro often complained that they weren’t as large as Katsuki’s but to be fair, you couldn’t care. You loved Eijiro how he was, which included his pecs. You moved your hand down his body, moving over his lower abdomen making a shiver race down your Omega as you finally got your fingers to his sex.

You moved your mouth to his scent gland right over where he bore your mark on his neck. You gave a nice lick over the mark, just as you pushed in two fingers into him. Eijiro let out a moan at the feeling of something finally inside him, glad to have your thick fingers there. You loved the feeling of him, his soft velvety cunt massaging your fingers almost as if wanting a cock instead. He was leaking like a faucet around you and you couldn’t help but find it delicious. You wanted to eat him out, but your rut was already acting on your body and you really didn’t have the patience to eat him out when he still didn’t have your pup inside him.

Eijiro moaned as he moved his hips, his head flicked back as you curved your fingers inside him, hitting that soft spot inside him that had him moaning like a slut. You felt him tighten around you as you relentlessly hit that spot that had him seeing stars. You smirked as you looked down at him, squirming, holding onto you as he looked up at you with half lidded eyes and want in his voice. You loved hearing Eijiro squeal and moan for you, it sounded heavenly to your ears.

There was a point in your sexual endeavours where you were sure that Eijiro would turn into some sex crazed fiend. It really had you doubting how on earth he was a virgin before meeting you. The first time you both had sex was only on the day that you had marked him, and he had marked you, declaring that you would forever be tied to one another (you did that per his wishes to only have sex until then) and damn where you in for the shock of your life. You doubted that you actually slept that night. Nothing compared to his velvety cunt. When it was morning, you had a beautiful Omega on your arm fast asleep, bites littering your body and the inability to even close your legs cause your dick hurt.

Best night of your life, in your opinion.

“Fuck, baby…” You let out lowly as you pushed in another finger into Eijiro’s sopping heat. “You’re taking my fingers easily today.” You stated your findings as you kissed over his nipple. It was then that you noticed that look in Eijiro’s eyes. He looked down away from you but then glanced up at you with a slight smirk on his lips. You paused for a second. You let out an amused scoff in disbelief. “You needy little bitch.” You moved your thumb to circle his clit suddenly making him jolt and arch his back with a moan. “Did you stretch yourself out before I got home?” You asked with a tilt of your mouth in a smirk, finding him amusing.

“Even better,” He let out with a heavy breath. He moved to pull himself more up, holding onto the back of your neck as he stared up at you with ruby eyes that had you in his clutches like a siren. “I used that mould of your dick you got me. It’s my favourite one.” He whispered.

You couldn’t help the growl that ripped from your chest, your fingers moving back to rapidly hit that spot within him and rub at his clit. Your Omega arched his back with a moan, eyes rolled back in pleasure. The thought of Eijiro practically riding your dick while you were at work cause he was too impatient to wait for you, made you unbearably hard and made your head spin just at the thought.

“Oh yes!” Eijiro cried as he gyrated his hips. “Please! I’m almost there, Alpha!” He pleaded with you as you continued on your onslaught of trying to make him cum before you slotted him onto your cock. You kept at the same pace, rubbing his clit in circles as you shoved your fingers at that spongey spot inside him. Suddenly you felt him grip you hard, nails piercing your skin as they hardened slightly as his hips shivered in pleasure. “FUCK~” He squealed out, a high-pitched sound came out of his mouth as slick squirted out of his sex, drenching your hand. You smirked, watching him tense up.

You loved when that happened. Which was half the reason why you didn't stop despite his desperate pained moans and tense thighs as you made sure you could get every little squirt of slick out of him. You curved your fingers, hitting that spot inside him as another gush of thick slick came splashing onto your wrist. You slowed down, slowly removing your hand from his sex allowing him to breathe.

Eijiro leaned back with a gasp as he closed his eyes. A soft chuckle left his mouth as he smiled. “You’re a fucking sadist.”

“I know, it keeps me awake at night.” You shot back at him, you grabbed at your cock moving your hand up and down your cock covering it in Eijiro’s slick, making a groan escape your mouth. You shuffled forward, stroking your tip up and down his warm entrance. “Can’t stop thinking about you crying underneath me.” You only slipped the tip in, feeling his whole clench around you before pulling out, earning a whine from him. You smirked, continuing to tease him, never really putting the entire thing in, always just teasing him.

Eijiro frowned with a pout on his lips as he glared at you. “Stop teasing me and put it in already!”

“Nuh uh,” You shook your head, moving to touch his chin. “Good Omegas ask. Ask for me to put my cock and cum inside you.”

Eijiro had another pout on his lips, clearly turning slightly bratty. He always did when he wanted a good breeding. He was always pliant before and after, but during? He was a bit of a rebel. Just a bit. Normally a nice cock in his mouth or in his pussy would keep him satiated. He huffed as he looked up at you. “Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please can I have your cock.” He let out with a needy undertone. “I promise I’ll be good. I just want it inside me. I want your cum. I want it inside me, all in my womb. Please I- Fuck!”

Eijiro was interrupted by you pushing into him, filling him up until there was nowhere else for you to go. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes back with a groan. Bless the heavens for making your Omega’s pussy softer than anything you had ever touched in your life. If you were a teenager, you probably would have blown your top off by now, and… you wouldn’t blame yourself.

“Fucking hell.” You let out lowly as you tried to stop your Alpha from absolutely beating his pussy loose. You gripped his nest tightly as you tried to put your head on straight again. Your rut clawing at your head as you were overwhelmed with Eijiro’s heat scent.

However, that was taken away by your Omega who reached up and cupped your face with a gentle smile. He shifted to be more comfortable as he looked up at you. “Let go for me, Alpha.” He pleaded.

You stared at him for a moment before letting out a breath. You moved to grab at his thighs, moving them over your hips to make sure that he was perfectly slotted with you. With that you caged Eijiro underneath you as you thrusted in and out of his sexy. Eijiro let out moans as you started your pace. He watched you and your focused expression, your eyebrows furrowed as he could tell you were falling deep into your Alpha mindset.

Eijiro found it so undeniably sexy. He couldn’t help but clench as he was reminded of the situation. Here you were, his Alpha, your cock pounding into his cunt, making lewd noises, here in his nest all for him. It made the Omega moan as he enjoyed the one of the few things he was made to do as an Omega, take cock. It felt so good and he couldn’t help but love every second of it. Every second of your cock inside him that felt like heaven as you hit that point inside him that had him tensing.

He hummed as he gave you a stupid drunk smile off of how good it felt.

You looked down at the Omega underneath you, hair sprawled as his body jolted and jiggled with every thrust that you had aimed inside him. You saw a part of his forehead harden at the feeling as he gripped his pecs that jiggled as well. You loved it when he felt so good he couldn’t control his quirk. It made everything feel so much more intimate.

You growled as you sped up your thrusts, hitting his cervix making the Omega shout. “Omega.” You let out lowly. “Breed Omega. Pups. Must… must give pups.” You rambled off without a single other thought. Your Alpha focused you on that one job you had right now. You had to please your Omega and give him the one thing he was begging for. He would make such a good dam.

Your Alpha couldn’t help but rumble at the thought of him round with your pup, all big and cute just for you. You couldn’t help but groan at the image in your head as you increased your pace.

“Alpha!” Eijiro cried out as he tightened his legs around your torso, keeping you as close as you could be to him. “Fuck me! Fuck me harder. Don’t fucking stop!” Eijiro cried out, tears in his eyes as he closed his eyes enjoying your harsh thrusts in and out of his cunt. His moans were so needy and whorish you could almost have cum at just the sound of them.

You could feel your knot steadily growing at the base of your cock. It made you swallow down hard as you felt the way his cunt would swallow your knot before it leaving again. You glanced down to watch the way your cock moved in and out of his wet cunt, a layer of cum around your cock as he tried to milk you. Your nails pierced the blanket as you let rhythm go to the wind as you focused on reaching that high you yearned for.

“Knot… knot Omega.” You were practically drooling in a trance as you fucked into Eijiro. You needed to. That’s all that you could think about or all your body could do. You couldn’t stop yourself even if you wanted to. Your breaths were heavy as you slammed in and out, your knot growing bigger making it harder to take out of Eijiro. You let out a low growl.

Eijiro whimpered, feeling your growing knot. “Knot me!” He cried out. “Alpha, Alpha knot me. Please. Fuck your cum into me! Push it in, Alpha, please!” His grip on you was desperate as you finally slammed in your knot inside him making the Omega tense up and cum around your knot. You could barely think as a shiver ran down your spine as you came inside him. Eijiro pushed down further on your knot trying to push it deeper in, loving the warm feeling inside him.

You were breathing heavily, enjoying the post orgasmic feeling before you found yourself flipped onto your back. Your eyes widened with a grunt escaping your lips. Eijiro straddled you, sitting atop of you, with his thighs at either side of you. He put his hands down on your abdomen, steading himself.

You looked up at him confused and blank. “Eijiro, what- OH SHIT-” Eijiro started to ride your cock.

Hard.

It was borderline painful, the tug against your knot and yet it felt so fucking good. He gyrated his hips down against you as he gripped your body underneath him. He huffed as he fucked himself on your cock. “More.” He let out, his Omega craving more from you in the first wave of your rut.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. You knew he was crazy.

You loved it.

The Omega closed his eyes as he looked up at the ceiling. God, he loved your cock. He loved everything about it. He loved how it filled him up, he loved how big your knot felt inside him. He loved everything. He leaned forward, grinding in circles on top of you as you groaned helpless to the Omega on top of you, he felt your happy trail brush against his clit making him hiss with a jerk.

That felt good.

A layer of sweat was on the both of you, Eijiro’s skin hot and flushed, showing that he was officially in his heat. He was jumping desperately on your knot, almost as if he would die without you giving him what he wanted. He was so eager and needy, his thighs working overtime to move him enough to keep up the pleasure. With a higher pitched moan, you felt him cum on top of you, his thighs quivering as he tensed for a moment, red hair falling down the side of his face.

He bit his bottom lip with a whimper. You grabbed his hips and continued to fuck into him, pushing in to make him take more of your knot and push against his cervix. Eijiro let out a shout before a moan as he relaxed, allowing you to direct his body how you saw fit. Instantly you watched him move some more, his fingers moving down to play with his clit as he ground down against you.

He was just so sexy. Your Omega. Your everything. You felt so damn lucky.

You couldn’t help as you came again with a groan, Eijiro letting out a crippled whimper as he collapsed on top of you, feeling the warm and comforting sense of your cum inside his abdomen. His thighs were shaking as he lay on your chest, his body warm and slightly sweaty but as you looked down at him, blissed out and tired, you found him absolutely gorgeous. You moved to grab a blanket in his nest and wrap it around you too, making him purr.

“Sh… good Omega.” You praised him as you rubbed his back, placing a kiss on his forehead. He raised his head, allowing you to kiss his face more. “You did so well.” You whispered down to him.

Eijiro kept his eyes closed. He put a hand between the both of you, touching his abdomen. His tummy was distended, firm and full of cum. A soft shiver ran down his back. A tired smile graced his face, tears at his eyes as he buried his head in the crook of your neck.

This would be one long heat.

You smiled.

[softdoctorreid]

warm hugs | spencer reid

summary: another agent makes a comment about spencer’s ‘dad-bod’, but how can he want to change that when being a dad is his favorite thing? anon requested platonic dad-bod spence whose kid says he’s comfy like a teddy bear 🥺🧸

• mentions of body image, food

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When your name lit up on his phone, it was a welcome sight in the midst of a day that had Spencer feeling down. “Spence, I’m so sorry,” you said. “I’m gonna be stuck at work a little later today. Could you pick Lily up from school?”

“Of course. Is everything okay?” he asked, leaning back against the wall of the empty office he’d taken refuge in.

“Yeah, just a last-minute meeting, it’s all good. How about I pick up some dinner and dessert on the way home as a treat?” He hesitated, and while he was the profiler in the relationship, you’d gotten good at reading him over the years. “Babe, is everything okay with you? You’ve never thought about turning down something sweet before.”

“No, it’s fine,” he said, trying to backpedal. “I don’t know, it was just a stupid comment another agent made.”

“What did they say?”

“Just pointing out that I don’t look the way I did a few years ago. Something about domesticity and putting on weight.”

Agent Hill had once been an assistant agent around the BAU bullpen until his transfer up to the New York Office. A training seminar had him back in the area for the first time in years, and he’d popped by Quantico to make a round of reunions. While he was chatting with everyone and making quips, he’d locked eyes on Spencer. “SSA Reid,” he’d said. “Haven’t seen you in a while! Looks like there’s a little more of you to see, huh? Domestic life must be treating you well.”

Spencer knew it was meant to be some sort of joke, but it didn’t lessen the way he felt suddenly too much, too conscious of the little extra weight he’d been carrying around his midsection since their daughter Lily had been a baby. It wasn’t something that normally bothered him, but then again it wasn’t something other people normally commented on, outside of you resting your head on his tummy and waxing poetic about how comfortable he was.

Spencer pushed the thought to the back of his mind as he drove to the school. Lily was always a welcome distraction from whatever he was ruminating on, but the way the four-year old was frowning in the backseat demanded particular attention. Her answers about her day were short and vague, unlike her usual cheerful self. It wasn’t until they got home that he finally got her to admit what was on her mind.

“I just wanted to finish my book during nap time, but Teacher got mad at me and she said I wasn’t allowed. The she took it for the rest of the day. It wasn’t fair,” she grumbled. “I just wanted to read my book!”

Spencer would talk to her later about rules, and maybe try to get permission from her teacher to let her read instead, but that could wait. Right now he just needed to get his little girl out of this funk.

“So you had a bad day, huh? And you’ve got some bad feelings now?”

Lily nodded, sticking out her lip in a perfect pout.

“Then I guess it’s up to me to turn that frown…” - he snatched her up in his arms, maneuvering her over his shoulder - “upside down!” Holding tight to her he spun them around until she was giggling, her little feet flailing, hands clutching at his sweater.

The moment he dropped her back onto the couch he began to tickle her, ensuring her laughter had no chance to subside. When she seemed to have tired herself out from laughing he finally let up. “That’s much better, isn’t it?” he asked. “I like seeing your smile. So tell me, what would help make these bad feelings go away?”

Lily thought for a moment, pressing her lips together in a thin line the exact way her father did when he was deep in concentration. “Can we make brownies? And maybe watch the Elsa movie?”

“Of course we can.” Both tasks had once been a challenge for him, but he’d learned to make a box mix without burning the house down over the years, and had long since surrendered to the fact that he could not escape the endless loop of children’s movies. While Frozen was ingrained in his memory after the first watch, he learned to tolerate the repeat watches and soundtrack plays for the joy it brought to his daughter. She in fact treated him to her own rendition of the songs while they stirred the brownie mix, her energetic demeanor returning as he probed her with questions about the movie’s characters and what was happening in her favorite books. Just before he placed them in the oven, she insisted on adding handfuls of brightly colored sprinkles into the mix, saying it was a magic ingredient.

Lily insisted on changing into a pair of pajamas with Anna and Elsa on them while Spencer set up a cozy nest of blankets and pillows on the living room couch. He started the movie while the brownies baked, slipping away to take them out of the oven while Anna sang about the impending coronation. With one brownie on a plate and two cups of hot cocoa, he returned to her side on the couch. “Here you are, princess,” he said with a small bow, placing the plate in front of her.

“Where’s yours?” Lily asked.

“Oh, I’ll have one later,” he lied. “After all, princesses have first dibs.” The truth was he hadn’t stopped thinking about Agent Hill’s comment. Maybe it was time to get back in shape, shed the new-dad weight he’d never quite lost. That would mean cutting back on sugar - his favorite of the food groups - and the time he spent lying on the couch instead of hitting the gym.

Lily inched close to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, her head resting on the top of his tummy. Spencer pulled the blanket up over her and draped an arm around her. It was his job to make her feel better, but cuddling with her on the couch was helping to dispel his own sour mood as well.

 “I think Olaf would like your hugs, Papa,” she told him. “You give the best hugs.”

“Is that right?” he asked.

She nodded, the movement tugging his shirt. “Yeah. I like hugging you. You’re soft.” That kernel of shame swelled up again at the comment only a child could make with such innocent bluntness. “And warm. Good for snuggling. You’re like a teddy bear! I love teddies, but I love you better, Papa.” As if for emphasis, she squeezed him in a tighter hug.

That bit of shame immediately began to melt at her words. Lily continued, her eyes never leaving the screen. “Cuz you can do all the things a teddy can’t, and you make brownies with me and you carry me when I’m tired and you’re the most comfy ever. That’s why your hugs are magic.”

They sat on the couch, Lily enraptured by the movie on the screen, and Spencer ruminating over her words. Warm, soft, good for snuggling. Wasn’t that what you were always saying too?

“Papa, are you going to eat a brownie?” Lily asked. “I put the sprinkles in so they’d be extra good!” The puppy dog-eyed pout was another expression she’d picked up from him, and he just couldn’t resist this time. Maybe he didn’t need to. He ventured back into the kitchen, returning with three brownies on the plate. She watched as he took the first bite.

“You’re right!” he told her. “These are the best brownies I’ve ever had!” And they certainly were when saying so produced such a huge smile on Lily’s face. She returned to her position snuggling up with him and he was content to indulge in the sweet treats before them. So maybe it wouldn’t help with the problem of his tummy, but maybe it wasn’t such a problem after all. How could it be when that softness was something his daughter and partner found endearing? If his hugs could make Lily happier and eating desserts was a moment he could share with her, why would he want to change that?

His body was proof of the thing he was proudest of in his life - being a dad. A dad who was always there, who loved lazy weekends snuggled up with his family and treating Lily to sweets she always offered to share with him. He loved that he was someone his daughter felt safe with, that his arms could offer comfort on the bad days and the good days and all the days in-between. 

When you returned home, you found them like that on the couch watching the end of the movie, Spencer caught red-handed with a brownie in his hand. Lily rushed over to greet you with a hug, happily babbling about her day as Spencer quickly finished the brownie before walking over to join you.

Distracted by the closing credits, Lily wandered back to the couch to sing along while Spencer welcomed you home with a kiss.

“Mm, you taste like chocolate. So you’re not still upset about that comment today?” you asked.

Spencer shrugged. “I don’t want to cut out the things that make life sweeter. Lily says my tummy makes me good to hug. Like a teddy bear. How could I give that up?”

You smiled. “She’s right, of course. I mean, I liked hugging you even when you were practically a bean pole. But you are much more comfortable with a little extra padding.” You gave his belly an encouraging pat. “And it’s nice to have more of you to hold onto.”

So his cardigans were a size larger these days, and he had to buckle his belts a couple notches looser than he had before. But those were signs his life had changed, his world had grown, filled by the presence of so much love and sweetness. Maybe there was a little more of him now, but he didn’t care so long as he had a little more to love in his life.

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[findmeinforks]

Not Letting You Go Easy - Part 2

Hello friends!! So sorry this took so long. Let me know what you think :) 2.5K Words ❤️

You gasped as you woke, breathing heavy before squinting your eyes at the Florida sun.

It was just a nightmare. The sharp red eyes. The blood spilling. The agonizing clutch of a hand on your throat....just a nightmare.

You must have dozed off, the sound of the waves and thoughts of first meeting Paul putting you in a relaxing slumber. But there was nothing relaxing about what you dreamt up. As you adjusted to sit up, everything started to vanish in your mind. You tried hard to remember the details, but within a minute it was all gone.

Yet you couldn't shake the feeling of fear.

Leaning over to gaze inside the house, you made eye contact with Edward. The man always looked uneasy, but the expression on his face was...different. That's when it clicked.

He read your thoughts. He watched everything.

"Well good morning sleepy head, this weather is just too peaceful not to nap, isn't it?" Your mother beamed from the other side of you, making you turn your head.

"Yep. It's the best. I'm uhhh, gonna go grab a drink." You tried to sound as normal as possible, making a beeline for the door. As soon as the latch clicked in place on on the other side, you faced him.

"What did you see." You said, more so demanded. "I don't know what you're talking about." He swallowed, looking elsewhere now to avoid your hard stare.

"Come on Edward. I know just as much as Bella and I must say, I am more entitled to my own thoughts than you are." You crossed your arms. That made him crack a small smile. "You are more entitled than me, yes. It's just a nightmare. Bella used to have them when I left. They don't always mean something.." He tried to say nonchalantly.

For being alive for hundreds of years, you'd think he'd be better at lying.

You huffed. "I beg to differ. All this supernatural shit isn't just a fantasy anymore." He nodded in agreement. "It's unrealistic, I know. But I do think it was just a nightmare." You narrowed your eyes. "If myself or my sister were in danger, you'd tell us...right?" He hesitated. Pausing for a moment. "I will always protect you both and Charlie." You nodded, turning your back to head for the refrigerator. You weren't going to argue the fact that he didn't answer your question.

Whatever it was, you'd have to find answers from someone else.

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Your back pressed against the kitchen counter as you were trapped in a strong embrace. Heat took over your body, Paul burying his face in your neck. His strong hands roamed every crevice of your body he could. He held you as if his grip loosening would have you slip away. You giggled when he peppered your face with kisses, inhaling your scent like he hadn't had oxygen in days.

"So how much did you miss me?" You teased as he moved his hands up to cup your face, kissing you with every ounce of passion he could muster. He rested his forehead on yours. "I could spend the rest of my life showing you." You could feel your cheeks turn bright red.

"GAGGG!" You jumped at Jared's loud introduction when he entered the house, making him and Quil who had followed snicker.

"Scare my girlfriend like that again Jared and I'll kick your ass." Paul said with a glare. Jared threw his hands up in defense with a mouth full of food.

You whipped your head to look at Paul again. "Girlfriend?"

It was Paul's turn to blush. While it was quite obvious that you two were together, and imprints, you were nervous to call him your boyfriend. The relationship was going what felt perfectly and you didn't want to screw up anything by labeling it too fast.

After all, he only imprinted on you two months ago, and had never been in a relationship before. Emily had told you in private that he would never even mention a girls name, because no one ever became more than a hook up. You also learned that he never believed he would find his imprint. He had a raging temper that apparently subsided a lot once he found you.

The pack, though teasing, was grateful for that.

You had become closer with Emily the past few weeks. Kim as well. They helped you understand imprinting, and navigating their crazy lifestyle. They were a good confidants, and you looked up to both like sisters. Bella was okay and all, but since finding Edward your relationship had grown distant. No hard feelings for that anymore, not when you had this second family.

Before either of the boys could make a comment at Paul's redden cheeks, Sam's loud voice boomed from the front door.

"Boys, I need you in the yard. We have something we need to discuss." Sam looked around, and held your gaze for what felt like longer than everyone else. You could feel Paul stiffen.

"I'll be right back baby," he quickly pecked your forehead before running after the others outside.

Emily and Kim watched them pass as they came in with groceries. They both smiled seeing you. "Boy are we glad you're back. Paul was getting a little too cranky," Kim laughed. You did too, helping them start to put everything away. It was silent for a few minutes before Kim said what you were already thinking.

"What was that all about with Sam? Sounded serious."

Both your eyes went to Emily who had a somber expression, different from her usual positive and bubbly attitude. She sighed.

"I don't know any specifics yet. I can sense when he's worried and, well, I just don't have a good feeling." She said.

"Do you think it's the red head that they've been after?" Kim offered, and you froze.

"I do. I'm just hoping they can actually work with the Cullens. The more help they have against her the better."

"What red head?"

Now both of them looked at you.

"Paul didn't....he didn't tell you?" Kim whispered, like it was now a secret.

"No. He did not. Please, someone enlighten me."

Kim and Emily shared a look.

Emily shrugged, "Someone has too," before you all made your way to the table.

Emily poured you coffee, and explained that Victoria was in the area. Immediately, you remembered she was part of the rogue trio that tried to hunt down your sister. You learned that she had been heading to your house every night, multiple times a week. The wolves and the Cullens have tried to hold her off, but she won't stop until she has revenge.

The more details you were told, the angrier you were.

That's what your dream was about. It wasn't just 'some nightmare'.

You expected Edward to keep things hush. You expected that if Bella knew, she'd probably keep it from you too. But Paul? Never. You told each other everything. You had even remembered making him promise to always be honest with you. With all the craziness you now knew about this world, you thought the least he would do is be open with you. Especially when it quite literally involved you. Keeping you in the dark when even the other girls knew was bullshit, and you were fuming.

Emily must have noticed the change in your behavior. "I'm so sorry he didn't tell you Y/N. But just know he probably did it to protect you."

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes in frustration. You hated crying in front of other people. Especially when you weren't sad, you were pissed.

"I appreciate it but trust is just a big thing for me. Jared told you. Sam told you. I mean, for god's sake my SISTER is the one this pyscho is after." You threw up your hands scoffing.

The girls both nodded their heads in agreement, Emily rubbed your arm.

"Im gonna head out. I really don't want to see him right now.."

Emily grabbed my elbow. "Now wait a minute. You're allowed to do what you want but please, don't stay at your house. I don't have a good feeling about it..."

"Okay. I'll call my sister."

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Much to your relief, Alice saw everything that had happened in a vision, and it was actually Bella that called you first.

She told you that you were welcome to stay at the Cullens house for the night, and apologized for not telling you about the situation. You snorted when she said she had assumed Paul would fill you in.

What a joke that was.

You were half way to the house when your phone started erupting with the missed calls from Paul. It didn't stop. One call after another. A few texts in between. You didn't even read them, rolling your eyes and making the decision to just turn it off.

One thing Paul didn't know, was that when you're upset you just need space. You knew it wasn't a huge deal, but you were angry he didn't tell you. You felt like a child that everyone knew except for you. Like you couldn't handle it. You told yourself you just needed a good nights sleep and you'd call him in the morning.

Or so you thought.

You drove down the windy back road that led to the Cullen house. You've driven this road plenty of times, but goosebumps arose on your skin at the darkness. It wasn't until now that you realized you'd only ever come during the day, and there was little to nothing guiding you except the headlights of your car.

From afar you started to notice a small figure right in the middle of the road. It didn't seem to be moving so you slowed down, driving closer for a better look.

At first glance you thought your mind was playing tricks on you, but pulling up you were able to make out the deer that laid slain in the road. You sighed of relief, then cringed.

Really, they can't clean up after they eat?

There was no way to get around it on the tiny road, so you reached over to grab your phone and call Bella.

In no way were you getting out of your car in the middle of this spookville.

You managed to turn your phone on, and-

BANG!

The phone flew out of your hand as you covered your head.

What the HELL was that?

You took a minute to breathe, ears on high alert and eyes shut preparing for the worst.

It was silent.

So silent you could hear yourself breathe. You slowly uncovered your head, opening your eyes to look around. It was when you looked up that your stomach dropped.

The roof had a ginormous dent in it. Before you could process any sort of thought, your driver door was ripped from its hinges. You whipped your head to come face to face with....her. You didn't have to know what she looked like to know who it was.

You went open your mouth but nothing came out. You couldn't scream, couldn't talk, could not even move. You were paralyzed in your seat.

It was when you finally found some semblance of your voice that she grabbed your head, slamming it against the car, knocking you out cold.

-

Paul couldn't stop pacing. As soon as the call would go to voicemail, he'd hang up and call again.

How could he have been so stupid? The promise he made played over and over in his head.

'I'll always be honest with you.' 'We're in this together.'

He knew he should have told her once Jared and Sam filled their imprints in. But he didn't want to lose her. In a couple of months her world had turned upside down, and it was shocking enough that she stayed upon knowing who he was. What he could be. But then to have her immediately be a target of danger? He was too scared to see her reaction.

But this one was worse.

"Just relax dude, she'll get over it and call you back. She's not gonna answer if you keep blowing her up." Quil rolled his eyes as he went for a muffin.

Paul stopped mid pace, staring daggers at him.

"Shut the FUCK up, Quil."

Before he lunged or phased right there in the kitchen, Sam stormed in from the room with Jared right behind.

"What is going on?"

"Paul's going nuts because Y/N hasn't answered his calls." Embry said simply, Quil too afraid to say anything and get his ass kicked.

Emily got up to stand in the middle, "She was on her way to the Cullens house.."

Jared and Sam's eyes widened.

"WHY?!?" Sam barked, making Kim who sat at the table wince. Emily rested her hand on Kim's shoulder.

"She found out about Victoria. She was upset Paul didn't tell her and-"

" AND YOU LET HER GO ALONE? WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ANY OF US?" Sam's voice remained loud and angry.

Quil and Embry now shared a worried glance at Paul, who looked completely disheveled, breathing heavily.

"I-I don't know I just hadnt heard about her in the area in a couple of days and Bella is aware she's coming there so-" Emily's eyes started to well with tears and she realized how stupid it was to let Y/N leave on her own.

Sams ringtone cut the tension in a room.

"Hello?" Sams face froze. He looked at Paul.

"We'll be right there."

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Here I go again making it a series 😅 Part 3 anyone?

[oddballwriter]

Personal Nurses

Summary: You get sick with something and need to stay home, and so your lovely boyfriends take up the job of nursing you back to health.

Warnings: Mentions of being sick (sore throat, stuffy nose, and fever). Taking medicine. Half Google translated Spanish, my high school Spanish is really rusty the grammar may be weird. Other wise a nice wholesome sick comfort fic.

Author’s Snip: Fun fact, this was originally going to be a fic where it was about Abi (the reader and system’s daughter that have a bit of an unofficial series with) getting sick. But I decided to make it about the boys taking care of you because I got a nasty cold a while ago and wanted to see this.

Notes: Again, the grammar in Jake’s Spanish speaking might be not so good because my Spanish is rusty as hell.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 692

Being sick wasn’t that great. Sure, it got you out of needing to do things, but you also had to deal with actually being sick. And that’s never great.

You went to bed last night with a tickle in your throat and runny nose that you thought would pass in the morning, but then you woke up dying for water, barely able to breathe through your nose, and now you were burning up like a whore in church.

When Steven eventually woke up and found you in the kitchen you could tell he knew. You made an attempt to brush it off by saying “I’ll just drink some tea and sit under an air conditioner today.” but you could see Steven and the rest of them in that brain vote no on even letting you get out into your work clothes.

So now you get to wallow in bed and have three personal nurses.

Since Steven was the one who woke up with the body, so he was the one who set everything up. He politely shooed you back into bed, placed extra pillows, called your work for you, made you your tea and breakfast, and brought all that to you in bed with a cold rag and medicine. He also checked your temperature which, of course earned an “Oh, love. That’s no good.” that seemed more like him thinking out loud.

Steven was the one mostly in charge of your comfort and doing things for you when you’re sick. If you wanted an extra blanket, you got one. If your fever rag got lukewarm, he made it cool again. Do you want more water or tea? You got it. Is it too bright? He’ll draw the curtains for you. If anything he was more of a bell boy than a nurse. But it still made him blush a little when you called him that.

Marc was the one in charge of making sure you got your medicine in, and he was on top of it. Apparently, when you were taking a nap after eating breakfast, Marc took the body to go to the pharmacy and get new medicine and vitamins because “The one we have isn’t strong enough.” as if he was able to tell just by looking at you. When he came back, he had you eat some bread, saying “So that it doesn’t mess with your stomach if it's empty already.” and also “It helps it stay down. It has something to stick to.”.

“How do you know all this?” you questioned, to which Marc simply said “Trial and error,”, “Now take the vitamins. It helps your immune system fight it off.” Marc orders. You just shrug and comment “Whatever you say, Nurse Spector.”.

Jake was dead set on making food for you, making Marc go to a whole different market while he was out, just to buy ingredients for the soup he wanted to make you.

“Qué no, Marc. No puedes compras los sopas enlatadas.” Jake said to himself with a laugh. “Mind letting me in on the joke?” Marc asked as he watched Jake cut up the ingredients from the reflection in the soup. “You couldn’t buy them canned soup, Marc. Canned soup doesn’t do it. You gotta make it.” Jake explained, clearly referring to the whole ‘make it with love’ thing. “Well, that’s what we would have,” Marc mentioned. “Because that’s all we got.” Jake said back, “But not for them.” he added as to pointed to where you were resting. “They’d do the same for us.” Jake stated confidently.

When the soup was settled and done, and cooled down enough, Jake brought the bowl straight to you in bed. You thought he was going to bring a little table like Steven and Marc did, but it was clear when Jake kept holding the bowl and took up a spoonful of it and held it towards your mouth. You say his name with a scoff and he smiles. “Come on, mi amor. Steven and Marc got to play nurse today.” Jake teased. You roll your eyes and decide to humor him and let him feed you.

[moxfirefly]

"I'm not letting them go. They're mine. They've always been mine."

For a bestie mikey who is jealous, someone's taking readers' attention away from him?

These quotes are hard to work with XD

Ray, my beloved. Always coming in clutch 🤌

Rated Mature (suggestive themes)

Mikey felt a stirring next to him that prompted him to open his eyes. The midnight nap he’d decided on when you had sat next to him was disturbed and he wanted to groan displeased.

“Sorry Mike, I gotta use the bathroom be back in a sec.” That gentle hushed tone only served to help him drift back, almost at least. Woefully he accepted his best friend having to leave for a few minutes.

It was something of tradition at this point, falling a sleep next to you during movie nights. Mikey had wordlessly cemented the fact that he got to sit next to you and you had reinforced it by always finding your place next to him.

He took the second to stretch out, enjoying the pops of each achy limbs, patrol had been a bitch a few hours ago. He saw Leo konked on the armchair, Donnie in the kitchen making more popcorn as a sleepy April scrolled through Netflix to find something else to play.

“—Well im gonna need you in a bit to measure again, probably tomorrow too”

Raph’s voice rang from behind where he was sat on the couch. Mikey looked back to see him talking to you and holding your arm extended.

“Remind me why I’m doing this again?” He asked mocked annoyed as he used his pointer and thumb to measure your arm.

“Because I wanna win $100 bucks at work” You laughed when he moved to your other arm to do the same.

“What fucking weird job makes an ugly Christmas sweater competition?” He used both his hand to grab your waist, using it as reference for the torso of the sweater.

Mikey raised a brow ridge, why had he felt a pulse of something when he saw his brother man handling you.

“Hey if I win you’ve got $50 waiting for you, so make it as ugly as possible.” You arched your neck when he wrapped a hand around your neck and mumble something, clearly mapping out the measurements in his head.

That, yeah that felt really weird in the bottom of Mikey’s stomach. Why did Raph have to loom over you, hand around your pretty neck and smiling to himself.

“Well come by this week, I’m gonna need you while I’m making it.” He finally let go of you, and it took a second of trying to think straight to not jump Raph.

“Mikey and I are playing that new game where you romance all the hot people—“

Donnie piped in, “Baldur’s Gate.” You threw him a finger gun for the assist.

“Well ya think you can detach yourself from numb nuts for a few minutes at a time?” He asked playfully.

“Well you’ve got her measurements what more do you need, dude?” Mikey finally spoke up, making Raph and you turn towards his groggy annoyed face. “I got an idea but I gotta re-adjust or re-make whatever don’t come out right.” He spoke matter of fact, his gaze was mocking him.

“I can’t just take breaks between.” You offered to ease the sudden tension in the air.

“I’m sure Mikey can survive five minutes without ya, right buddy?” He clamped both hands on your shoulders and smiled at his youngest brother. “Man quit being handsy with her.” It came out before he could really assess what his mouth had vomited out. Under a different tone of voice it could’ve been taken playfully but this was the full opposite.

“Chill man, I ain’t stealing ya girl.” He chuckled and if Mikey could blush he would. He glared at Raph, not noticing your own blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Looks like it since you wanna keep her all week.” He was getting up now, less groggy and more peeved than anything.

“Mike—“ Your voice was gentle trying to ease the fast approaching boiling tension in the air.

“Aww, Mikey’s worried his bestie’s gonna be my bestie all week? Man just let it go.” Raph wasn’t even remotely serious poking fun at his younger brother.

“Im not letting her go. She’s mine. She’s always been mine.” He shot a deep glare at Raph, who face quickly fell upon hearing those words.

It took a few seconds for Mikey to fully comprehend what he had said and the implication behind it. His eyes went wide, landing on your own wide eyes and the blush that scattered itself further down your chest.

Fuck, what had he done?

[hees-mine]

𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 - 𝐋.𝐡𝐬 𝐩𝐭. 𝟕

Pairing: heeseung ⚥ reader

Warning: taboo relationship, lil angst, this is basically just a filler chap so nothing exciting sorry :/

Genre: 18+, best friends dad, smut, single dad, taboo relationship, minors do not interact!

WC: 2,208k

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The day ended quickly for heeseung eight hours going by in a flash, and he was glad too cause he wanted to cook something special for his Sweetpea and her friends. On his way home, he stopped at the grocery store to get all the necessary ingredients for the meal. He then headed straight home and took a relaxing shower before starting dinner.

The house was unusually quiet, but he’s sure you and Sweetpea were both upstairs doing whatever young adult girls do.

He went on to prepare everything for dinner and store it in the fridge until later cause it was still quite early. Once that was finished, he plopped on the couch, turned on the TV, and grabbed his phone to order something since his lunch was quite small this morning.

Before placing his order, he heads upstairs to see if either of you is hungry. He knocks softly on the door and pokes his head inside, only to see you both lying side by side, fast asleep. He laughs silently and snaps a quick picture before going back downstairs, opting not to get anything since you both looked like you’d be out for a while.

He watches the TV while waiting for his food to arrive. Minutes pass by quickly, and soon, he gets an alert telling him his food is at the door.

He goes to the kitchen, grabs a drink for himself, and sits back on the couch to devour everything he ordered. It takes thirty minutes for it to arrive, only for it to be gone within five.

He sighs softly and sits back on the couch. Minutes later, his eyes start feeling droopy, and he takes a nap on the couch, hoping he won’t sleep for too long.

-

He woke up right on time, lucky for him. He sat up and noticed a blanket covering his body that wasn’t there when he went to sleep. He smiled to himself, knowing exactly who put it there.

Stretching out his long limbs he goes upstairs to freshen up and changed into something casual for dinner.

Going across the hall, he enters his daughter’s room without knocking, assuming you both were awake now. “Hey, sleepy head,” he teases and receives an exaggerated eye roll from his daughter. “I’m starting dinner, so you can call your friends over.” he chuckles and exits her room.

About an hour later, the boys arrived, and everyone was seated at the table. “Just in time,” Heeseung says while serving everyone. Just as he’s about to serve himself, Jake practically jumps out of his chair.

“Please, sir, have a seat.” he takes the utensils, beckoning for Heeseung to sit down.

“Jake, it’s fine. I ca-“Before Heeseung can finish, he gets interrupted.

“Not on my watch. Please allow me to serve you. I respect you, and it’d be an honor to do this for you.” Heeseung chuckles as he takes a seat and allows Jake to serve him.

Meanwhile, his friends are all silently laughing at him for his enthusiasm for the older males' validation. “Thank you, Jake,” Heeseung says once Jake sits back down.

Jakes's eyes twinkle as he looks at Heeseung in admiration. “Y-you’re welcome, sir,” he giggles, a wide smile spread across his face as he takes the first bite of dinner. “It’s delicious, sir. Thank you for the meal,”

Heeseung nods. “My pleasure,” and with that, everyone digs in, cleaning their dishes like it was the best thing they had ever tasted.

“May I have seconds?” Jay asked politely. Heeseung wasn’t bad at cooking per se, but he didn’t think he was that good at it.

“Of course,” Jay stands up, helping himself to seconds.

The whole dinner went by smoothly. Heeseung had learned more about Jay and Jake. He trusted them more than he did before. What could he say? He was protective of his girls.

Everyone was chatting away, laughing and sharing stories, and also talking about how their days were.

You kinda backed out of the conversation a while ago, awkwardly playing with your utensils. When the table got quiet enough, you spoke up, letting everyone know you were going home cause you felt sick. “I’ll see you tomorrow, guys,” You lied. You weren’t sick. You just couldn’t stand to breathe the same air as Heeseung. It was too awkward, especially cause he seemed so unfazed by your presence across from him.

Heeseung looked at you with concern, wondering if his cooking made you sick cause he’d feel so bad if it did.

“But y/n, it’s dark outside,” your friend says, already knowing you don’t have a ride home.

“Oh, it’s okay, I’ll be fine. It’s just a short walk,” You smile softly.

Jay and Jake immediately stand up, ready to escort you home.

“Ehh, thanks, guys, but it’s fine,” you decline, really just wanting to be alone right now cause you felt like crying any minute.

“Dad, you can drive her home?” Your friend suggested.

You felt like throwing up at the suggestion, but you were interested to hear what he’d say. You wonder if he’d happily take you or if he’d be annoyed and only do it for his daughter's sake. “It’s fine.”

“Since you’re not feeling well,” Heeseung says, wiping his mouth and standing up while beckoning the two boys to sit. “You should spend the night, and just in case it’s the flu, you can use the spare room,” he offers, and you hate how your heart fluttered from his kindness and his thoughtfulness. “You guys go play in the living room. I'll clean this up and show y/n the spare room.”

“Don’t worry, sir, I’ll clean.” Jake stands immediately, and heeseung just sighs, allowing the boy to do what he pleases, still not understanding why he felt the need to be so helpful. He’s never seen a kid so enthusiastic about cleaning dishes.

Heeseung wanted to be mad at the boy, but he just couldn’t. Besides, he believed Jake was telling the truth about the incident he walked into a few days ago. At first, he thought Jake was just trying to get on his good side to redeem himself, but he could tell he was a genuine kid.

“Thanks, son,” Heeseung pats Jake on the shoulder, slightly smiling at the ecstatic look on Jake’s face from hearing him call him like that.

You smile at their interaction, finding it cute how much Jake looks up to Heeseung. You could tell why Heeseung was like the epitome of the perfect gentleman.

Heeseung’s gaze soon wanders to you, and your heart completely drops as he gets closer. You internally panic because soon it’s just going to be you and him all alone.

Silently, he walks upstairs with you trailing a good distance behind him, catching a whiff of the cologne that you loved so much. “It’s not great, but here it is,” he spoke to you for the first time tonight, revealing a small bedroom that was decorated minimally with basic essentials and a warm beige paint coating the walls, making it look homey.

“Thank you,” you whisper meekly, and he’s about to leave, but even after the conversation you both had last night, he still can’t help but feel himself being drawn towards you.

“You’re welcome, y/n.” he smiles warmly, tugging you inside the room with him. His hand automatically rests on your shoulder, turning your body so that you can face him.

You looked up at him through your lashes, blinking innocently at him as his thumb grazed your bottom lip, the scene feeling so familiar to the time when he caught you in the kitchen.

He leaned down slightly, his tall frame hovering over you, his lips just inches away, and your breath hitched in your throat.

He was so close to kissing you, but somehow, he managed to pull away just before your lips touched, leaving you disappointed and him confused.

He clears his throat softly and leans back a few inches, but he’s still rather close. “S-so, how are you feeling? Can I get you anything?”

He doesn’t know why he’s acting nice; he should be giving you the cold shoulder. He should be upset with you, but he can’t cause he fucking loves you so much. Even if you hated him, he’d still love you cause that’s just how much you’ve grown on him in this short time span.

“No, this is fine, sir,” you add, trying to rile him, trying to get him to act on the desires that lie beneath his pretty brown eyes.

“Y/n,” he breathed out, hands going to your waist to pull you closer to his body. Just when you think he’s going to kiss you, he doesn’t. “No, we can’t do this.” he pushed you away, his chest heaving up and down, and he had to leave now before he stripped you completely naked and took you raw over and over again on the guest bed. “J-just come down if you need anything,” he says shakily and walks out, closing the door behind him and clutching his heart.

You lay down on the bed, sighing loudly to yourself, wondering how you managed to fuck things up with him.

But you know why you were too scared and selfish, and you chose what you thought was best without even telling him first, and you regretted it so bad, and now you have to suffer seeing him every time you come over, knowing you can’t have him.

The rest of the night, everyone played board games, having fun amongst themselves. After hours passed, they all decided to call it a night.

Heeseung gave the boys a ride home while his daughter went to sleep. He had to nearly pull Jake out of his car before he left, but overall, he had a fun night, and he was happy that he was liked and respected by your friends.

-

It was at least four am, and Heeseung was staring at the guest room door so drunk he could barely even stand, but somehow his brain could still register that the only thing between you and him was the guest room door.

He fixed that by twisting the knob entering the small room and coherently locking the door behind him. “Y/n,” he mumbled, getting closer to you on the bed. “Princess,” he stumbled slightly. Lucky for him, the bed was there to catch his fall. He pulled the covers back, getting inside the bed with you, and shaking your shoulder lightly to wake you.

You stirred in your sleep and soon woke up when you felt something on your shoulder. Your eyes adjusted a bit later, and you realized it was Heeseung, and he was lying in bed with you. “Heeseung?” You say, whispering confusedly.

“H-hold me, y/n,” he slurs his words, his eyes completely shut and his arms wide open, waiting for you to hug him. “Please,” he whimpers, and you don’t have the heart to reject him despite your friend being right across the hall. “Hmm, my princess,” he hums softly, wrapping his arms around you and cuddling into your sleepy frame.

“Heeseung, what if we get caught? And are you drunk?” You ask him the obvious; you could smell it all over him.

“I don’t care about anything anymore, just-just want you, my princess, and yes, I’m drunk, but even in my wrong m-mind, I still just want you. I love you so much.” he kissed your cheek softly. “You love me too, right?” He mumbled.

You contemplated answering him, and before he could hear your answer, he was fast asleep, snoring softly as you ran your hands through his hair.

“Yes, hee, I love you.” You kissed his forehead.

-

When he woke up, you were out of bed, but the first thing he noticed was his raging headache.

He sat up disoriented as he looked at his surroundings, wondering where he was until everything started slowly clicking together. “Oh shit,” he face-palmed himself and flopped on the pillows, your scent hitting his nostrils and making him feel like you were still there with him. It felt so good being in your arms again. How he wished he could go to sleep with you like that every night.

As he laid there, more memories of last night flashed into his head, and he remembered all the ramblings he said to you before he passed out, and he felt so embarrassed.

Not even a week ago, he was telling you to leave his room, and now he was literally crawling into bed with you, begging for your affection.

He quickly looked at the clock, seeing how late it was. It was too late to get to work on time, and his daughter was already at school hours ago, leaving him to stew in his own thoughts. “Fuck” he mumbled, burying his face in the pillow and inhaling your scent one more time before finally getting out of bed and getting himself together.

He made a mental note to apologize to you for his stupidity last night, and he hoped he hadn’t scared you off because he was going to try to win you over for the last time.

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[mariaofdoranelle]

Look at Us Now - ch. 26

Fic masterlist

Did I just rearrange my outline to add a filler chapter inspired by this incredible art by @sassyhobbits? Yes, yes I did.

Warnings: disgustingly lovesick Lorcan

Words: 2,3k

Aelin had only realized she’d taken a nap when she woke up from it. Not that it was a big surprise, given how shitty she was feeling today, but she still woke up feeling a little lost.

At the exact same time, she noticed the lack of light leaking through the curtains and two deep voices coming from the living room.

Salvaterre was still here.

Elide left for a conference two days ago, and suddenly Lorcan was everywhere. The man said Charlie could use a playdate with Maisie because he missed his mom, but he couldn’t fool anyone with that lost puppy aura he exhaled whenever his wife wasn’t within a 10-meter radius.

Aelin groaned, blindly searching for her phone on Rowan’s side of the bed. He wasn’t there to cuddle her while she woke up from her nap, and it was on Lorcan—no, not because Aelin and Rowan were both busy adults responsible for an unruly child, it was truly all Lorcan’s fault.

She opened DAFriends and Dorian, the gang’s groupchat named by Fenrys after one of his many jokes about his partner being the only one that never served in the Doranellian Air Force.

Aelin: Elide

Aelin: Please come pick your child

Aedion: oh no

Aedion: whatever charlie did

Aedion: my bets are on maisie tricking him into it

Aelin: i meant lorcan.

Lorcan: Fuck you.

Elide: I wish I could [tired emoji]

Aelin put her phone down, wrapped the baby blue microfiber blanket around herself and left for the living room. However, an odd sight made her stop, peering from the hallway to further study the scene before her.

Maisie, Charlie, Lorcan and Rowan were gathered on the floor, around the short coffee table—the kids elegantly sat, and both men hunched around it; the table’s usual decoration was exchanged for a baby pink tablecloth, accompanied by milk, cookies, and plastic tableware. Both kids had light makeup and toy accessories on, from candy rings to princess pretend jewelry, but the dads were the real showstopper.

Watching oh-so-stoic Rowan dressed up for whatever Maisie made him play along, beaded necklaces and all, wasn’t a rare sight, even if it would be forever amusing.

But Lorcan?

Major Salvaterre, a commanding officer capable of making military men cry, had just been caught at a princess tea party, being warned by his son to not ruin the makeup as he ate, while wearing a plastic crown and a pink feather boa.

And the icing on the cake was that Aelin couldn’t even be mad that the kids took her incredibly expensive makeup without her permission, because they absentmindedly made their dads look like horror movie dolls.

“Charles,” Maisie called in a voice that was likely an attempt to sound serious and sophisticated, but that was not the main concern here. Who the fuck was Charles? Her friend’s name was just Charlie.

She continued, “Why did the T-Rex walk on the side of the road?”

The boy tilted his head with a grave expression. “Why?”

“Because of cars, of course.”

Charlie tilted his head back in a strong and slightly forced way; it might not be his intention, but he sounded like a cartoon villain laughing. Then, “Very funny, Maisianne.”

Rowan straightened his posture and added, “I found it highly amusing, Maisy Daisy.”

Lorcan nodded. “Very important for T-Rex safety.”

He looked at Rowan, who easily met his gaze. Whatever the men were thinking, their exchange was indecipherable, somewhere between amusement and embarrassment and resignation and whatnot.

Whatever they were feeling, Aelin knew they’d never bring this up again—thank Mala she saw it, then. And took a picture.

She stepped into the living room to make her presence known.

“Purple eyeshadow suits you, Salvaterre.”

“Glad I pulled it off, Lieutenant.” He looked at her up and down with complete indifference. “I’d say the same, but I think the kids put it in under your eyes instead.”

Bastard.

It was like something clicked inside Rowan’s head, and he immediately looked up to assess her. “You’re felling better, honey?”

“Kind of.” She sat on the couch with her legs crossed, still wrapped on her blanket. “I want pepperoni pizza.”

The kids cheered and the men silently consented, but even if they protested, it was three against two now. Pizza won, always.

Fleetfoot settled on the couch with her and the others resumed their tea party, but Lorcan wouldn’t stop checking his phone. It’d be silly to even wonder whose reply he was waiting for.

Aelin teased, “You’re the first man ever to get abandoned during a pregnancy. I wonder why.”

Lorcan averted his eyes from the phone, sending a thunderous look that never worked on her. “I’m trying to look after my pregnant partner, not that you’d understand.”

“You’re right. I’ll make sure to apologize when I knock Rowan up.”

Rowan’s reaction was nothing more than a short guttural sound, as he made sure that snicker died halfway on his throat and looked down with clamped lips, trying not to upset his friend further.

Aelin could assume Lorcan’s agony was kinda cute, but that hovering would leave her insane if she was in Elide’s shoes. Yes, the woman was pregnant, but Lorcan’s incredibly smart and healthy wife wasn’t in real danger during a medical conference, surrounded by other doctors.

Maisie cut in with, “Uncle Lorcan, Mom said you’re getting a boy.” Maisie looked between him and Charlie with a wrinkled nose. “Why are you always planting boys on Auntie Ellie?”

Aelin’s eyes went wide. “Maisie, he can’t choose that!”

“Yes, he can!” The little girl huffed. “Like how Daddy picks if he’s planting a kingsflower or a daisy—when he plants the seed in your belly again, I want him to plant another girl.”

“Honey, you can’t choose if—“

“I don’t wanna live with a boy!”

“Ouch,” Rowan said, clutching his pearls—beaded necklaces, in that case.

Aelin sighed. “That babies and gardening thing we told you was more like a metaphor, love.”

Maisie frowned. “A meteor?”

Their conversation was interrupted by the pizza delivery guy’s arrival, and Aelin couldn’t be more relieved. She’d take any chance to escape some of her daughter’s questions.

The pizza box was placed at the tea party table where the milk and cookies used to be, but the dads’ excitement to eat was interrupted by a horror-filled silence.

Lorcan tilted his head, trying to understand what was placed in front of him. “Is that…?”

“Pepperoni,” Aelin said, grinning like the devil. “With a Nutella stuffed crust.”

She rolled the rest of the pizza around its crust, making a bulky roll out of the slice, and put as much as she could into her mouth. The pepperoni’s spice clashed directly with the Nutella’s sweet hazelnut, the cheese balancing both with that mild texture. Along with it, she got one of Maisie’s grape juice boxes for herself.

Fucking perfect. Aelin leaned back on the couch, eyes briefly falling closed with bliss.

When she opened them back up, it was to meet Lorcan’s horrified gaze—which was slowly aimed at Rowan, who just shrugged and cut the chocolate off his slice.

He waved it at Aelin. “Want my crust, babe?”

“Me!” Maisie said, making a grabbing gesture.

Rowan obliged, then jutted his chin towards his girlfriend. “Next one’s yours.”

Good. A Nutella stuffed crust would go wasted with a chocolate hater like him.

But something must’ve gone wrong because, soon after Aelin ate her three slices plus two crusts given by Rowan, it seemed like that food wasn’t settling well in her stomach.

That little discomfort burned more by the minute, so Aelin pressed one of the couch’s pillows against her stomach, her teeth ground together. The food threatened to revolt and come back up, making her wince, which didn’t go unnoticed by Rowan.

Her boyfriend was by her side in a second, assessing every sign of distress. “What’s going on?”

She nodded. “Just a little indigestion, I—“

Maisie stood on her mother’s other side, wide green eyes cautiously assessing her. “Mommy, you okay?”

Aelin pushed the pain aside to give her daughter a nod and a grin. “Perfect. I can do it with a tummy ache.”

She excused herself to leave for the bathroom and sat on the floor, next to the toilet just in case. Her stomach felt like a boiling cauldron of corrosive acid that was about to eat her whole, and Aelin was taking deep breaths, stars bursting behind her eyelids as cold sweat broke out on her skin.

Aelin didn’t know how long it’d been when two knocks on the door caught her attention. To her surprise, it was Lorcan, holding out a yellow-ish glass of water.

She eyed it suspiciously, but took it. “This water isn’t crystal clear.” Aelin held it up against the light and squinted an eye at it. “This isn’t poisoned, right? You sure you’re not trying to finish the job?”

Lorcan rolled his eyes. “It’s ginger water. It helped Elide with the…” he trailed with a sudden inquisitive look, “nausea stuff.”

He walked out of the toilet as quickly as he entered, but Aelin could still hear him say, “I hope you didn’t knock her up, man, because there’s still time to bail.”

“Shut your mouth, you twerp!” Aelin shouted from the bathroom, the kid-appropriate insults easily rolling off her tongue.

That wasn’t her preferred choice of drink, but Aelin felt like she didn’t have much of a choice now. She gulped what she deemed enough, then a little more when Rowan walked inside to check on her.

“How’re you feeling?” he asked while sitting beside her on the floor.

She shrugged. “It’s manageable.”

He slowly nodded, his gaze fixed on a tiny crack on the bathroom tile. Aelin gave him space to process his thoughts, knowing it was a matter of time before he said, “About what Lorcan said before…” A frown. “You’re not, right?”

Knocked up, he meant.

“I’m not, baby,” she replied with a small smile, because it was such Rowan thing to fret over one single nausea episode.

He hummed and scooted close enough to wrap one arm around Aelin. “I know we’re working on our timing, but I wouldn’t mind it, you know? If you were…”

“Yeah, me too. It’d be good news.” Aelin nuzzled where his chest met his shoulder, both still sat on the bathroom floor.

“Incredible news.” He pecked her head, and Aelin knew there was still something brewing in that mind of his. A moment later, he continued, “How did you know it with Maisie? Not how did you find out, but like, what gave it away?”

“Nothing. I found out because of an exam. It was pretty random, actually—I didn’t even believe it at first.”

Rowan jerked upwards, his pine-green eyes wide as saucers and fully aimed at her. “Nothing? You had absolutely no clue you were pregnant until it was shoved at your face?”

“Yeah, I dunno.” She tilted her head, flooded with memories of that time of her life. “I was having military training fourteen hours a day, every day. That can be as physically straining as producing a tiny human. But I got my last period…” Aelin looked upwards, lips pursed as she tried to recall this piece of information with accuracy. “Recently.”

“That’s not very reassuring.” Her boyfriend was still, raptly watching her.

A chuckle. “Let’s say it’s statistically unlikely that I’m pregnant right now.”

“Very well, then,” Rowan said, that frown being replaced by a soft smile. They settled that way, hanging on to each other while he played with the ends of her hair.

To be honest, Aelin wasn’t worried about getting pregnant right now. When you finish a certain age of girlhood—the one when pregnancy is a frightening thing that puts your name in everyone’s lips and allegedly ruins your life—your worst nightmare might become something you really want, and you realize it’s harder to achieve than you previously thought.

Accidents still happened, Maisie being one of them, but for most of her friends, having a kid on your 30’s takes actively trying for months or even years, not just neglecting condoms by choice every now and then, after less than four months together with your partner.

“I thought that little hellion two doors down had made your hair gray enough already,” Aelin teased, thinking about what was ahead of them. What she knew they both wanted in a near-ish future.

“About the kids…”

“Uh-oh. What now?”

“They asked to have a sleepover here.”

Aelin’s shoulders sagged with relief. Maisie’s news could be anything between spilled water and arson. “Yeah, of course. We can handle Maisianne and Charles,” she said, mocking their tea party’s fake names. “Just send his dad home.”

“About that…”

Oh no. “Spill.”

“Lorcan didn’t like the idea—maybe he didn’t want to be home alone? I dunno. The kids started a tantrum, so I ended up offering him Fenrys’ old room for tonight, that way he let Charlie stay.”

“Oh, come on!” Aelin gave him an incredulous glare. “Ellie’s in a four-day trip, her grown husband is not an abandoned puppy.”

Rowan gave her a pleading look. “But he looks so miserable.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine. Only because I think his ginger thing is actually working.”

“You’re a doctor. You’re supposed to know if it works or not.”

A shrug. “I’m an orthopedist. It’ll only be my business when I start throwing up bones.”

“Yet, you use the I’m a doctor card whenever it suits you.”

“Whenever you’re being an overbearing fussy Buzzard, you mean.” Aelin snuggled closer, wrapping her arms around her boyfriend’s frame.

“Yep,” he said around a smile, “And I’ll be exactly that now that you’re sick and Lorcan’s babysitting.”

“If he doesn’t have a nightmare about his wife and ends up cuddling with you at night, you mean.”

“Now you’re just being mean.” Rowan chuckled, his eyes filled with something molten as he gazed at her.

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Hello! I loved your platonic headcanons for one piece so much! So comforting! If it's no trouble, may I ask the rest of the strawhats too? Only if you're comfortable, of course! 🩷

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I am currently up to episode 451 (Impel Down) of One Piece so please keep that in mind while reading. I hope you like the headcanons!

Platonic headcanons on Usopp and Brook can be found here!

Fandom: One Piece

Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Nami, Sanji, Tony Tony Chopper, Nico Robin, Franky, Jinbe x gn! Reader (separate and platonic)

I hope you’re an energetic person because with Luffy as your friend, there’s never going to be another peaceful moment. He’s always dragging you and all of the other Straw Hats into an adventure.

Speaking of energy, he’s got a lot to spend so you can expect him to ask you to fight or play with him a lot. The same way he’s always playing with Chopper and Usopp, you’re now included in the mix.

Gives surprisingly good advice at the least expected moments. You could be sitting quietly and suddenly, he’ll run over to you and provide you with a profound and perfect solution to a problem you mentioned to him two days ago.

However, don’t expect him to have good answers for everything. Sometimes, the best he can offer is “maybe you should have something to eat?” And that’s okay, duality is something you learn to expect if you’re friends with Luffy.

I feel like Luffy is the kind of person to share clothes platonically. Not his hat of course (unless it’s a special/rare occasion) but his shorts and vests are up for grabs. He just thinks it’s cool being able to swap clothes with his friends.

Definitely the kind of friend to give you a huge hug after you’ve been apart. Even if it’s just for a couple of hours, you can still count on a tight embrace when you reunite. He just misses his friends when they’re not around.

This guy will give you the most insane presents you’ve ever received. Whether it’s a shiny rock, a marine’s hat, or a bug he picked up, you never know what you’ll be handed next. Best not to ask where he got things from though…

That one friend you can’t take anywhere without being prepared for anything that might happen. A simple dinner? You’re going to have to be prepared to run when no one can pay for the amount he ate. A walk along the beach? Now he’s fighting the seagulls. It’s always an adventure.

Nap buddies. No elaboration needed. If you enjoy taking naps, wherever Zoro is is the best place to be. Luffy usually leaves him alone when he’s resting so that means you’re likely to be left alone as well.

He’s also the perfect person to train with. He’s got an insane workout regime so don’t even try to keep up with him but being in his presence is a good motivation to try harder.

Speaking of, he’s a lot like Luffy in that he’s very motivational. However, unlike his captain, he’s a quiet inspiration. He might not say it often but if you ever get a few words of praise from Zoro, take that to heart. He really means it.

Says the most out of pocket things sometimes. He won’t even react to it. One minute you could be relaxing together, the next he’ll say something like “hey, have you ever smelt your own burning flesh?” and never elaborate.

At the same time, he’s also that one friend that, while he doesnt say much, when he does speak, it’s either really profound or stupidly funny. There’s no inbetween.

I feel like Zoro’s weirdly good at noticing when people close to him have habits that harm them in some way like biting your fingernails or chewing your lip. He’s also good at pointing out when you’re doing something like that so you can stop.

Amazing at keeping secrets, if only because he usually forgets he’s meant to keep whatever it is secret and just assumes everyone else knows so there’s no need to talk about it.

In the same vein, Zoro will remember the most obscure details about you. You could tell him there’s a spot on your back that burns in the sun easier than everywhere else and a year later, he’ll remind you to cover up that spot when you dock on an island.

The single best person to go clothes shopping with. She’s got an eye for fashion like no other and will always give you honest feedback on any clothes you try on. Just be warned that she’s not paying for your clothes. That’s on you.

Oh my goodness, a second hand shopping queen! She knows all the best places to get good quality and high end clothes for discount prices. It's great going shopping with her.

Despite Sanji being the cook, I feel like Nami’s decently good at baking. She’s got a bit of a sweet tooth in my mind so, as a result, she knows how to make sweet stuff.

That one friend who is brutally honest with everyone, regardless of whether she knows them or not.

Following on from that last headcanon, you might have to bail her out a lot. She has a tendency to say the wrong thing to the wrong person and get in trouble. Good thing she’s got her friends for backup.

I feel like Nami has a habit of getting absorbed in her work and forgets to take breaks. If you want to help out, set up your work station next to hers and remind her to take a break whenever you do.

Really good with makeup and especially doing makeup and face care routines on others. If you need somewhere with your eyeliner or just want to have a spa day, Nami's your girl.

I feel like Nami would enjoy making jewellery from the treasure she finds. It increases the price if and when she decides to sell so it's a win-win. If you've very lucky, she might even gift you some jewellery she's made.

Feeling homesick? No need to worry, Sanji’s on the case. He’s somehow got a cookbook from your hometown or island full of things to make that taste like home for you.

Always doing little touch ups to your appearance, whether it’s adjusting your collar or tucking your hair back. Of course, he’ll always get the go ahead from you first.

Super empathetic. Somehow, he always knows how you’re feeling and will do his best to help you feel better.

However, just because he knows how you’re feeling, that doesn’t mean he always knows how to help. He’s good with comforting people generally but when it comes to something more nuanced, he can struggle at times due to not having much comfort in his life.

Speaking of comfort, he’s that one friend that always checks in with others but is super out of touch with his own feelings and health. Keep and eye on him in return and he’ll be very grateful.

If you like reading or writing, Sanji will ask you to help him make a cookbook or two. He really wants to compile all of his favourite dishes and figures the best way to do that is by making a book. He's just not sure how to go about it and would be grateful for any help you can provide.

He really loves spending quiet time with his friends one on one. Life with the Straw Hat's can be chaotic and loud at best so it's nice being able to relax in companionable silence for a change.

His love of gossip is only rivalled by Nami's. It's something he picked up from the Baratie and he loves being able to share lots of juicy stories with you.

Definitely the mum friend. Some might say it’s Robin but I think it would be Chopper. He’s always keeping an eye on everyone and trying to keep them out of harm’s way as much as possible.

However, this doesn’t mean he’s not a very chaotic influence as well. Once he lets go of his doctor’s instincts, he’s roughhousing right alongside Luffy and Usopp.

This one is more for the readers who experience periods or menstrual pain but if you ever have cramps, he’ll curl up into a ball that you can press to wherever it hurts. This goes for back pain as well if period pain isn’t an issue for you.

Speaking of back pain, Chopper is amazing at giving massages. You might not think it with his hooves but he’s light enough that he can stand on you in one of his smaller forms and really work out any kinks in your back.

I feel like Chopper does have the bad habit of giving unprompted diagnoses and can be a bit naggy regarding healthy living. It’s just because he cares though.

The fastest way to find out if Chopper considers you a close friend is if he asks you to tell him stories. It doesn't matter if they're exciting or not, he'll listen attentively because you're the one telling it.

Love, love, loves doodling on his friends hands and arms. He claims it's so he can practise marking skin for surgeries but he really just likes seeing a visible sign of the fact that he has friends.

Will use you as a reason to get sweet treats, especially if you like sweet stuff as well. Otherwise, he'll use the excuse that “it's a hot day and you've been really active so you should have something to make sure your blood sugar isn't too low, I'll have something too to keep you company!”

Robin is definitely that friend who will make a comment about getting rid of anyone who annoys you that you’re not sure is a joke or not. She does mean well, she just has a…unique way of expressing it.

In the same manner, she knows so many facts, both relevant and completely obscure, that you’ll never have to look far for information.

This sort of follows on from my headcanon about Chopper’s role as the mom friend: Robin is the cool wine aunt. Sure, she cares about her friends deeply, but she’s happy to take a backseat and watch the chaos unfold rather than try and prevent it.

Definitely a daydreamer. She’ll often gaze off into the distance while sailing between islands, clearly lost in thought.

Robin likes memes, especially dark humour ones or ones that Facebook mums would post. That's just the sort of thing she likes and if you're her friend, you'll be shown all of those memes.

I feel like she has a collection of weapons from different cultures stashed away somewhere. If you ask to borrow something, she'll be more than happy to show you how to use it most effectively.

The most responsible driver and happy to drive you wherever you need to go. However, she will be assertive when the traffic's particularly bad so hang onto your seats and buckle up!

I feel like Robin is good at sketching things quickly and accurately. She has a good eye for detail and, if you ask her to draw something, she'll pull together a drawing in a matter of minutes.

Need anything made for you? Franky’s the man for the job. No questions asked (other than what’s necessary of course) and he’ll work tirelessly until it’s perfect. There might be some interesting design choices though.

I think if you’re a creative minded person or have a talent for designing things, Franky would value your input in his designs.

One of the most chill people to hang out with one on one if you’re not super chaotic like Luffy. He’s very adaptable when it comes to his energy levels and will match the mood of the room.

Franky would absolutely be a theatre fan. While that might seem out there, it just makes sense. He’s already got a flair for theatrics and music so it would be right up his alley.

He’s a great listener. If you’ve got ideas or just need to talk through, he’s a good sounding board. He’ll also do his best to give feedback or advice where it’s required.

Franky is weird through proxy. Hanging out with Robin a lot does that to anyone so if you have strange hobbies or interests, you'll hear no judgement from him!

Following on from my headcanon that he'd make things for you, if you like collecting things or cosplaying, or just need props for something, this is the guy to ask. He'll get a few reference pictures and make an amazing replica for you.

Franky has a knack for photography. He's not really sure how he acquired this skill but he's certainly not complaining. If you ever want some “professional” photos done, just ask him and he'll be more than happy to help.

Jinbe loves talking about books. If you're a fan of reading or just want to listen to him ramble for once, bring up books and you're set.

Jinbe plays golf. I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules. He knows it’s not everyone’s thing but he’d enjoy it if you tagged along for a game every once in a while.

He enjoys carrying his friends around and giving them piggy-back rides. He’s got the height and strength advantage, and it makes him feel like even more of an unofficial dad than he already is.

Prone to spouting quotes or sayings from ancient generals and philosophers at random moments. They’re always relevant to what you’re saying or doing though so that’s something.

In the same manner, he’s always got motivational posters laying around. You know those cat ones that way things like “hang in there” and “believe”. If you ever want some for yourself, he’ll happily help you pick out the perfect (purrr-fect) one.

Jinbe’s very good at giving advice. Unlike Luffy who gives good advice sporadically, Jinbe’s a lot more reliable. He’s got a lot of life experience to draw from.

He does, however, try to fix everyone’s problems for them, even if they don’t ask for help first. He only has your best intentions at heart but if you’d rather just talk things out or deal with things on your own, you’ll have to tell him that.

Always checks in on you before bed. It’s his way of making sure everyone he cares about is safe. If you want him to join you in your nighttime routine, whatever that may be, he’ll be more than happy to spend the time with you.

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Naps With Copia

Chapter Two: A Nap in the Library

Other Naps: 1 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9

For @deathmimedream 💙

Cardinal Copia x GN Reader

These are all stand alone chapters so you do not have to read one before the other! This series came from my post about wanting to nap with Copia all around the abbey. The stories will all have gender neutral readers and soft Copia naps.

Warnings: fluffy nap time in the library, sfw, 440 words

“Careful Cardinal, they’ll kick you out if they catch you drooling on the books.”

“Eh?  Wh–cazzo.”  Copia woke up with a start, quickly looking around the library before turning to you with narrowed eyes.  “I wasn’t sleeping.”

“Sure, sure.”  You dropped down next to him on the plush couch and reached over for the book in his lap.  “What are we reading tonight?”

“Ah, a classic.  20,000 Leagues Under The Sea.”

“Oh nice, I was in the mood for a good adventure.”  

Copia wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you settled against him.  He sighed when you took part of the blanket but when you glanced at him all he gave you was a wink, humoring you like always.  

“Are you comfortable?”

“Yes, grazie Cardinal.”  He snorted, giving your shoulder a squeeze before rubbing a gloved hand over the cover of the book.  You caught him staring into the fireplace, the flames dancing across his face as you reached up to hold the hand on your shoulder.  “Everything ok?”

“Oh, sÌ.  Sì."  He looked back at you while he tapped the cover of the book.  “Primo used to read this to me when I was a child.”

“Really?”

Copia nodded, grinning at whatever memory had popped into his head.

“And Terzo would read The Hobbit.  They both were very good at doing all the voices.”

“What about Secondo?”  You opened the book up, turning to the beginning.  “Did he read anything to you?”

“Pride and Prejudice.”

“Really?”

“He was also good at doing the voices.”  You laughed, shaking your head at the brothers’ antics.  “Well how about I take a turn?”

“Hmm?”

“You settle back and let me read this to you.”  When he didn’t answer you turned to look at him.  Copia looked tired, another long week of Ministry work wearing on him.  You felt lucky he still agreed to meet you for your little book club you had started months ago.  Hopefully this would be a good opportunity for him to relax.  “What do you think?”

“Will you do the voices?”

“I can’t promise I’ll be as good as Primo but I will do my best.”

The fond smile he gave you was one you would be tucking into your memory.  There was trust there too, something you had found in him as well.  Copia’s body relaxed as he rested his head against the back of the couch and you were barely past the first chapter before his breathing had deepened.  The soft sounds of his snores were as comforting as the fire was and you continued to read to your Cardinal as he got some well deserved rest.

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