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anashins · 4 months
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Five Times a Day
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Pairing: Jaehyun x You
Genre: angst, romance, smut
Word Count: 3.7k
Summary: After Jaehyun's ex drops the fact that they have once done it five times a day, you are eager to keep this record up.
A/N: Retroactive jealousy is real and this is me processing this problem. Maybe some of you can relate - remember: We're in this together and are stronger than our insecurities!
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You sipped on your smoothie, barely listening to your friends who were excitedly talking across each other. Under usual circumstances, you would have been able to enjoy this gathering among you girls, but today… not at all. 
In fact, you were in a sulk. And it was all because of a guest from a past you had deemed forgotten already.
“By the way…” Said guest suddenly turned to you with a feigned, overly sweet smile. “How is Jaehyun?”
You rolled your eyes, refusing to look into the face of the girl who had just asked you this question. You had known she would eventually come up with this topic. After all, your boyfriend, Jaehyun, was her ex boyfriend. Justifiably his ex, though!
She had gone behind his back and cheated on him with his friend. It had been you who had mended his broken heart with no ulterior motives in the beginning, but after that cruel woman had moved away, it had evolved into something that the both of you had underestimated.
You had given him time, treated him with nothing other than patience and understanding, until one day, he had been able to move on with you who had no intention of hurting him in the same manner ever again.
“He’s perfectly fine, we’re so happy,” was your equally overly sweet reply.
Your best friend’s nudge into your side with her elbow pulled you out of your sulking attitude as she was silently begging you to get a grip of yourself. You just shrugged, reminding her that you had only tagged along because you were nosy and wanted to boast, and that you had no intention of being friendly. You just couldn’t have missed this opportunity to see how she was doing, no matter how much you resented her.
Jaehyun’s ex had been in your friend group back then and was now in the city for a few days, so everyone had accepted her invitation to meet up to reminisce about the old times - including you and your big ego. You slowly regretted it, even though you had only come to brag to her how much happier he was with you. It was just so exhausting to be fake-friendly.
But to prove to your best friend that you were ready to compromise, you added sharply with triumph in your voice, “We live together now.”
“Oh, I’m so happy for you!” the ex’s voice echoed through the café as she clapped into her hands. “I also have a new boyfriend with whom I live with!”
The other girls congratulated her, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so as well. All you could think of was whether that guy was also a poor soul she would soon destroy. That was until she mentioned something else that only you could probably hear.
“Now that we live together, we do it like five times a day.” She chuckled, lowered her voice and leaned in to you. “Jaehyun has been able to do just as much. Say, does he still live up to it? You must for sure know.”
You resented her so much.
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First
You woke up way before Jaehyun when the sun shone right into your face as you had forgotten to pull the curtains together the night before.
It was almost 7 in the morning, and soon, your alarm would go off so that you would only see each other again later that evening when you came back home from work. You were determined to beat the clock before that would happen.
With much caution, you lifted the blanket and crawled under the duvet to Jaehyun’s side of the bed. He only groaned when you accidentally leaned on his shin, but you were still able to settle on his legs under the blanket without waking him up fully. 
You reached out your hand and stroked the small mound under his pajama bottoms. It didn’t take long for that mound to turn into a firm bulge and for Jaehyun to react to your stroking with his thighs moving against your palm.
You didn't know whether he was awake yet or not from under the covers, but you liked the thought of this exact uncertainty. To push this act further, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his bottoms and dragged the fabric downwards to the point where you could get a hold of his member and pull it out entirely.
Your fingers wrapped around Jaehyun’s length and you started moving them along his shaft until it stood nearly parallelly to his stomach. Sitting yourself up to be able to tug your own panties down, you shuffled forwards and guided his tip to your entrance.
When you slowly sank down onto him, you heard a loud moan from the other side of the blanket that was still covering you. Tight hands gripping onto your bum when you had taken him in fully, confirmed to you that your boyfriend was now awake - and ready for whatever was to come.
“Good morning,” you whispered, your head now peeking out from under the duvet.
Your boyfriend was still lying on his back with his eyes closed, but you still perceived his sensual and exciting expression as he licked over his lips and groggily fluttered his lids open.
With a grin, Jaehyun greeted you hoarsely, “‘morning.”
Your palms were placed flat onto his chest as the blanket slipped over your shoulders along your back and revealed your upper body that was only covered in your silken top. To Jaehyun, this was a sight he couldn’t get enough of, jolting him entirely awake now.
You put your weight on your forearms, just enough for you to lift your hips and come down at him again. Not much later, your moans filled the entire room, sunlight dancing across your skins on whichever part was currently in the right angle as you bobbed up and down on him.
Your back arched, your hair falling over your shoulder blades in long, silken streaks as the strands simultaneously moved to the rhythm you applied to Jaehyun’s groin. Not much later, your skin was glistening with sweat and you fell limply on your boyfriend’s chest as you had run out of strength.
Putting his arms around you, Jaehyun hurried you along until you bit into his shoulder to suppress your scream as you shook in his embrace. Shortly after, when you slowly calmed down, it was his turn. With his fingers entangled in your hair, he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, faltering between every syllable as he came.
You had never doubted that Jaehyun loved you very much. You had been very sure that he loved you even more than when he was the happiest with his ex-girlfriend.
But now, you weren’t quite so sure anymore. 
Not even when he took his time and risked being late to work just to cuddle with you in the aftermath.
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Second
“What are you doing here?”
Jaehyun looked at you with very much surprise from across his desk when you closed the door behind you. You had visited him a few times at his workplace already, to bring him food or quickly say hello when you had been in the neighborhood - but never with such an intention.
The fabric of your trenchcoat felt cold on your skin as you wore nothing underneath other than the lingerie that you had actually wanted to save for your anniversary celebration. But until then, you had decided, you would buy a new set and use this one for this certain occasion.
Jaehyun couldn’t believe his eyes when you opened the coat’s belt across your waist and flashed him the sexiest set of red underwear that he had hopefully ever seen in his life. You physically watched his jaw drop and him taking off and then putting on again his glasses just to make sure that what he was currently witnessing was, indeed, real.
“Today is not my birthday, right?” You saw him gulp as his Adam’s apple moved along his neck, and you had to suppress a chuckle catching him so off guard. “Then I must be dreaming.”
“You’re not,” you answered and approached him in your heels that were also new. “Today is just your lucky day.”
“Then can every day be my lucky day?”
When you stood right in front of him after he had come forward from his seat, you let the trenchcoat slide down your shoulders, revealing the new bra fully, and your boyfriend couldn’t take his eyes off of you once again. 
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered before his head disappeared between your breasts. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“Then show me,” you challenged him. “Show me how much you want me. Right here and now.”
… and not her, you added silently in your mind, but pushed this intrusive thought right aside, because you wanted to live in this moment with Jaehyun and no one else.
“Very well,” he agreed and helped you take off the trenchcoat.
You were allowed to keep wearing your lingerie when Jaehyun grabbed you by your buttocks and placed your legs around either side of his hips just so that he could carry you. With one swift motion, he had turned you to his desk and kept you in place with one arm while the other reached out and threw everything in his reach from the desk onto the floor. 
Then, he placed you on the surface and parted your thighs with his hips. The moment he loosened his tie was the moment you lost it too, because, once again, it hit you out of nowhere how perfect your boyfriend was and that you actually shouldn’t care who had been with before and what he had done with that person.
Jaehyun was all yours when he slipped his fingers into your lace panties and pushed them into you to collect the fluids inside of you as you had gotten so wet already. He was all yours, when he dragged his hand along your folds and caused you to shudder with this motion only as they reached your clit. 
And he was also all yours when you couldn’t bear it for much longer and put your heels up on either side right on top of the desk to give him better access to enter you.
You were laying flat on the surface with your elbows propped up for support so that you could watch him thrust right into you. Jaehyun’s hair swung with each push and grew damp over time on the tips that touched his sweaty forehead. His fingers were still buried into your upper thighs so that no thrust would go astray, and when he looked up, you encountered this hungry look in his eyes.
He was long not done, and you only hoped that his short lunch break was enough for what he had still in store for you.
And as you were finally letting yourself go too, lying back down on the desk and moaning his name just loud enough to not to travel to the other offices, you wondered if he had done something like this before just by the way he knew what to do and how to enjoy it.
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Third
You had set up a fancy dinner for Jaehyun later that evening. After having surprised him at his office, you had gone straight back to your own workplace and finished earlier to buy and prepare his favorite food.
By the time he was home, you had the appetizer and steak with side dishes ready, and even though you had been in a hurry to fix dinner, you were pretty impressed with how everything had turned out. After all, today, everything had to be perfect for this mission.
“Are you sure it’s not my birthday or another important date that I forgot about?”
Jaehyun raised a brow when he saw that you had set up the whole atmosphere with fancy crockery, cutlery and even lightened up candles. Usually, on weekdays, when you both had to work, you just threw something easy and light together and ate on the couch in front of the TV.
“Can’t I just do something nice for my boyfriend when I have the day off?”
“I mean… I’m not complaining. But this is the third nice thing you’re doing for me today. What did I do to deserve this?”
You put your hands around his neck and shook your head. “You’re just being you. Isn’t that enough.”
You got on your tiptoes to kiss him and were already looking forward to serving him dessert. And with “dessert” you didn’t mean ice cream or cake, because you had not prepared such. With “dessert” you meant having Jaehyun right under you at your mercy not even an hour later.
“Stop, stop!” Jaehyun breathed and stretched out his hand to gently lay it on the top of your head.
With a slurping sound, you let go of him and looked up to your boyfriend who was spread out on the couch underneath you. 
“You don’t like it?” you worried, because Jaehyun actually never said no to getting head. Again, you wondered what you did wrong and if he had ever said no to his ex. You bet not.
He cupped your face and softly pulled you up to him so that you were now hovering over his chest. “That’s not what I mean,” he grinned and kissed your smudged lips. “You did so much for me today, let me do something for you too.”
Not much later, you were a writhing, whiny mess, legs locked between Jaehyun’s head while he licked you like you were his literal dessert after this feast. You had cum twice in a row already and were thinking that if he wouldn’t stop now, you wouldn’t have much energy for the real deal soon.
“Already out of breath?” 
“Please… I just want you inside of me,” you begged.
“Very well.”
He took you on all fours from behind this time, fingers entangled in your hair and pulling you back every now and then to either kiss you or groan lewd words into your ear that made you blush slightly. In no way would one assume your boyfriend had this side to him if one were to meet him on the streets. 
How lucky you were. 
And other girls before that too, apparently.
But again, you pushed that thought aside when Jaehyun smacked your cheek and you let out a shriek that blended with your orgasm in the exact same moment. Pain and pleasure became indistinguishable, and that made it even more exciting as you experienced a high that only seldomly occurred. 
When you laid with your sweaty bodies chest to chest, you came to the conclusion that it probably truly didn’t matter what had ever been before you when the present was so beautiful. 
You didn’t want your insecurities to get the better of you, but your boyfriend was so perfect that you constantly wondered if one day, he would have enough of you if you couldn’t give the best like he deserved.
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Fourth
“No.”
Your heart sank and you directly pulled your dressing gown close again. Underneath it, you wore a negligee that only rarely got put into use, but for the fourth time today, you wanted to present it to Jaehyun when he returned from the bathroom.
You only had two more times to go, you assumed you could get it done right now.
Your disappointment and shock were very visibly written all over your face though, and immediately, your boyfriend started to apologize.
“Look…” He seated himself next to you on the bed and looked at you with apologetic eyes. “Don’t beat yourself up over this! I really appreciate everything you did today, but it was a long day overall for me and I have to get up early again tomorrow. I just can’t keep up anymore today. It was great three times, but I’m physically at my end too and I really need to sleep soon.”
You didn’t want to say it. You truly didn’t. But your impulsive part had gotten the upper hand as all your feelings that you had been suppressing throughout the day boiled down to this one sentence,
“I bet you didn’t say that to your ex when you did it five times a day.”
For an unusually long time, Jaehyun stayed quiet and you feared that you had sabotaged your relationship at this point. 
“I knew there was something up with you,” he eventually said. “You shouldn’t have gone to that gathering, even though the other girls are still friends with her.”
“But I did, because I’m nosy and foolish.” You paused. “Are you mad now?”
“Yes.” Your heart dropped, but before you could defend yourself, Jaehyun continued, “I’m mad because you have let her confuse and make you question our relationship based on… what?”
Ruefully, you confessed, “She said that you had sex five times a day.” You sensed how he repressed laughter that was deeper than usual, so he wasn’t making fun. “What is it? Is it not true?”
Honestly, perhaps you should have asked Jaehyun before reacting blindly out of impulse, because after all, this cheating girl was a liar. But sadly, he dismissed your glimpse of hope.
“We did.” Jaehyun’s head dropped at the same moment as your heart. “This is true.”
“Oh…” 
You knew the person you should be angry at was yourself, not Jaehyun or his ex. You hadn’t been romantically involved at that time, it had nothing, absolutely nothing to do with you. But you couldn’t help but to compare yourself to her over and over again. 
What was wrong with you? Why couldn’t you just switch this off? Why was there no button connected to your feelings?
Something warm suddenly touched your hand, and it was Jaehyun’s, taking yours into his. You didn’t dare to look up, that was how ashamed you felt for yourself. 
“It was only one time,” he started calmly. “There was a snowstorm outside, so it was dangerous for her to go home. She stayed an entire day and night, that was when it happened. And do you know why it happened?”
You shrugged. You were unsure whether you actually wanted to know all the details to feed your insecurities even more.
“Don’t worry, the answer won’t be as you expect.” Jaehyun squeezed your hands and continued with a patient, tender tone, “The reason wasn’t because I found her more beautiful or hotter than you. Believe me, you are the only one for me. I cannot even look at other women and not think ‘Wow, I got the most beautiful girl out of all the girls in the world. She’s so perfect, I’m so lucky!’” Your cheeks were burning, but you kept listening diligently. “The reason was because we literally had nothing to talk about.”
Now, you lifted your head and faced your boyfriend who encouragingly smiled at you. He was sincere, you saw it clearly in his eyes. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that whenever we spent so much time with each other, we never had something to talk about. We had absolutely no common interests or topics of which we felt the need to engage in. The only attraction we had was a physical one, so when we were forced to stay with each other so long, there was nothing else that we could do.”
Jaehyun let go of your fingers and wrapped his hands around your waist instead to pull you into his warm lap, and you let him.
"Absolutely nothing?” you wanted to make sure. This indeed surprised you.
He chuckled ironically. “Yes, absolutely nothing.”
“But we always talk non stop.”
“I know.” You felt his full lips pressing into your cheek and smiled. “We are not only physically connected, but emotionally as well. Isn’t that beautiful? Do you know how much that is worth and that some people seek for a connection like ours an entire lifetime? I enjoy physical contact with you just as much as our conversations and laughter. There is no need to fill a void, because there is none in the first place.”
You had never thought that Jaehyun felt like that and it touched your heart very deeply. “When I heard her saying this, I was worried you would soon be bored with me if I couldn’t keep up.”
“No, don’t ever think that!” Jaehyun drew you close to his chest and you laid your head on his shoulder. “Our love came unexpectedly for each of us, and I think we both had to learn that the right love was calm and steady, not these highs and lows with many fights. This is how it’s supposed to be, don’t let it make you feel unsure because you’re not used to it too. We’re here now, we shouldn’t look back.”
Hearing this from him set your mind at ease. It made many things better that were here temporarily, but you were also aware that in order to fight any doubts you were holding against your relationship, you had to fight your inner demons first. 
It couldn’t be done in a day, but you would work hard, taking one step at a time and just believe in your boyfriend who assured you every day in many ways that his feelings were true and unwavering, no matter how big the demon had grown at this point. 
“I love you, Jaehyun.”
“Of course I love you too.” He chuckled. “You make me laugh, you defend me, you fight me, you challenge me, and whenever I’m at my wit’s end, you bring me back to life. This is worth so much more and there is no one else I can ever imagine being with again. To me, you’re perfect.”
“Funny,” you whispered as you felt him pressing a kiss onto your parting. “I always think that about you too.”
There was no need for a fourth or fifth time.
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grandline-fics · 5 months
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All That I Need
DESCRIPTION: When your presence is all they crave
WARNINGS: some suggestive themes, some jealousy in Shanks’ mostly fluff overall
CHARACTERS: Luffy, Zoro, Shanks| Sabo,Sanji
WORD COUNT: 1,413
A/N: Finally starting to feel better so I decided to finish this. Mostly indulgent and I hope you all enjoy
*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*
MASTERLIST
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LUFFY
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Long before you and Luffy even got together you knew he was solely motivated by his wants, childishly so. He saw a platter of food meant for everyone? He’d eat it all before anyone else got a chance to grab a fork. Someone tried to tell him he was too weak to beat them? Luffy had the first punch thrown before they could blink. If he wanted something he was vocal about it. It was a simplistic way to be and at least you and the crew always knew how to keep your Captain happy. There was never any guessing, even when he was unconscious.
Of course once again he’d pushed his body to the limit to win a fight and now he was dealing with the consequences. Chopper had tended to his wounds and you approached his now sleeping form with a tired but proud smile. You were used to this but still you couldn’t help but worry about the strain his body was being put through time and time again. “You know once he wakes, he’ll be shouting for meat and jumping around like nothing happened.” Nami muttered like a disapproving mother as she left and you let out a small laugh. 
Now close enough you lightly pushed the hair from his face, smiling to see that the mention of meat had made him grin in his sleep. Your worries all but left you now to see that. As long as he could smile, you would find the strength to do so too. You pulled your hand back and turned to leave the room, letting your significant -but reckless- other rest. Except you stopped when his hand clasped around your wrist. You turned in shock, he was awake already?
Your eyes widened to see that he was still unconscious. You were about to call for Chopper but all that could escape your lips was a gasp of surprise when you were abruptly pulled down onto the bed. Through muscle memory or pure instinct, Luffy lay with his arms around you the perfect balance of protectiveness and possessiveness in his hold. It was like this every night you both slept in your shared quarters. When his head lay against your chest while mumbling your name in in his sleep you smiled warmly, overcome with a sense of belonging and joy to know that you will always be something Luffy needed.
ZORO
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Zoro was frustrated; his form was too tense, nothing was landing the way he wanted, the way he needed to. If he was to get stronger, to become the best this wasn’t good enough. If he was in an actual fight and not training he’d be losing. Angrily he swore and let his weights fall loudly onto the floor. Storming out of the Crow’s Nest he sought the one thing he desperately needed to make this frustration and tension go away. Listening intently he heard your familiar laugh sound from the kitchen and dining room. Striding in he saw you listening to Usopp telling a story of the crew’s adventures from the early days before you’d joined. 
Just seeing you help Usopp cleaning up was enough to help his mood but still it wasn’t enough. He needed more, he craved you. Your warmth, your very essence and it was now he realised why he had felt so off. He hadn’t gotten enough of you today. With the watch rotations from the night before, usual morning chores, and then when Robin and Chopper had called you away to help them with their nonsense it had disrupted your usual time together completely. Now that he knew what his issue was, the solution was so simple. Wasting no more time he walked across the room with you in his sights. 
You’d blinked in confusion when Usopp trailed off in the middle of his story and looked behind your shoulder. Slowly you turned and smiled at Zoro, believing he’d only stop his training midway through for food or an equally important emergency. “Hey, is everything okay? Do you need something?” 
“Yeah. You.” Zoro stated firmly when he closed the distance. Before you could react, your boyfriend had his hands secured to your waist and pulled you forward so his lips could find yours, coaxing you into an increasingly hungry, intense kiss. Zoro savoured every moment of it, taking in every second and reclaiming the time he’d lost out on just being with you. As dizzying and as powerful the kiss was you could feel the shift in your lover; as subtle as it was you could tell he had been holding onto something that was making him more tense than normal. If this was what fixed it you weren’t complaining. When you finally pulled away to catch your breath, Zoro let out a huff of relief. 
Now energised and focussed, Zoro threw you over his shoulder allowing himself a smirk when you yelped at the sudden action. Knowing it was pointless to even pretend like you wanted to struggle out of his hold you enjoyed the luxury of Zoro carrying you out of the kitchen and up to the Crows Nest so he could finish his training. Whether you remained on his shoulder or just sitting to the side and watching it didn’t matter to Zoro. As long as he had you in his vicinity, one of his main motivations for getting stronger that was all that mattered.  
SHANKS
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“If you think you’re looking cool and brooding over here, I hate to break it to you Captain you look more like you’re sulking.” Beckman laughed from behind his mug of ale. Shank clicked his tongue in annoyance and took a slow sip of his own drink, watching as you talked and laughed with the new recruits of the crew. You’d all decided to stay the night at one of the islands under your protection. The first time for the new recruits to get to terms with how the Red Haired Pirates did things beyond just sailing the seas. It also gave everyone a chance to unwind and enjoy some shore leave. 
It was only natural that the new crew members would gravitate towards you, after all you were the go-between for them. You were the one they asked for help with things to avoid disappointing or angering their intimidating but inspiring Captain. They were still finding their place in the crew with the longer standing members and you’d promised them all it would take time and that they’d all been welcomed onto the crew for a reason. Still they all felt the most comfortable with you so far. Unfortunately your lover and Captain didn’t want to see it that way. He was jealous of them claiming your attention all the time and he missed you even though you hadn’t gone anywhere.   
Shanks’ eyes met yours when you looked over to check on him. He tried to keep his expression level but clearly it wasn’t convincing enough because you swiftly but politely excused yourself from the group you were with and stepped up to where your Captain was sitting. Slowly you turned your head towards Beckman and jerked your head. A silent request for him to leave you both alone. As much as he’d love to stay and watch you expertly handle the Pirate Emperor he knew to give you both some sort of privacy and left. 
With a tired sigh you slid into Shanks’ lap, throwing your legs over his and tucking your head under his chin. Wordlessly you took his mug of ale from his hand and coaxed his arm around your waist. “This is what you wanted right? Me all to yourself.” You asked with a smile before taking a sip of the ale. You knew Shanks better than most, he wouldn’t offer an explanation for his mood unless you started the conversation. His arm tightened around you and he chuckled softly. 
“Can you blame me? Your very presence is utterly intoxicating to me. Why would I want to share my treasure with anyone?” Shanks asked and you rolled your eyes at his words with a small smile. You did want to remind him that he had nothing to be jealous about, everyone knew you were an item but still it was cute to have him still be like this after so many years together. “I mean it you know. I can’t get enough of you, need you more than breathing.”
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distantdarlings · 5 months
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PLAY IN YOUR MIND // t. nott
RATING: R / 3.3K WORDS
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Theodore Nott x Reader Insert (No gender-specific details)
+ SUMMARY - *Requested - based on this* A couple of your friends describe a popular challenge spreading rapidly throughout Hogwarts, "No-Nut-November." You think it's the stupidest thing you've ever heard, until your boyfriend, Theo, bets you couldn't beat him at it.
+ WARNINGS - SMUT! Masturbation, slight voyeurism, slight degradation, manipulation (?), one use of 'daddy' (sorry), dirty talk, language, dom!Theo
+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -
Heavy Metal Lover - Lady Gaga
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The golden light poured through the window almost as if it was made of the pure material itself. Hot and smooth and liquid, sliding past the panes in the glass, illuminating all in its wake. The motes of dust swirled peacefully just beside your head. Your eyes, still swollen from sleep, squinted in a small smile at the lovely sight. A hand came up to gently weave your fingers in and out of the little creatures.
It was Saturday, which meant, of course, no classes and no Quidditch practice until around noon. It was only eight o’clock now, which meant you had plenty of time to have a nice breakfast, catch up on some homework, and check in on your friends. A shock of dopamine filled your stomach. You loved Saturdays. 
The motivation born of the excitement to get started with your day had you ripping the comforters back and sitting up on the edge of the bed. You slid your toes between the shagged carpet, shuddering at the small tickle the material coaxed out of you.
You didn’t quite feel like getting ready to go down to the Great Hall so you settled for a robe over your pajamas and your fuzzy slippers, relying on the universe’s grace for the state of your breath and hair. Hopefully, your boyfriend wasn’t in a huge kissing mood.
For the most part, everyone in your dormitory had already left for the morning. You reckoned they were all downstairs grabbing some breakfast or headed to Hogsmeade for the day. You grabbed your wand, slid it into your robe pocket, and made your way toward the door. A small grumble came from your stomach at the thought of what might be waiting for you at breakfast.
You only ran into a few people on the way to the Great Hall, all of whom you didn’t know well enough to care about what they thought of your outfit. You yawned and rubbed a bit of sleep out of your eyes as you rounded the corner to the vast hall. The doors were already propped open, granting you a straight line of sight to the beautifully-lit room.
You crossed the threshold and found your entire group of friends gathered around the end of the table farthest to the left. You smiled as a couple of them caught your eye and waved you over. 
It looked like you weren’t the only one who had the same idea with the majority of them being decked out in the finest pajamas and robes. Enzo’s hair was still heavily ruffled from sleep, yet he didn’t care. 
“Good morning,” you suppressed another yawn. They returned the sentiment, some voices joyous and others grumbled from being up earlier. You smiled. 
“What’s for breakfast this morning, love?” A very familiar voice popped up from behind you as a pair of hands slid around your shoulders. You bit your bottom lip as butterflies erupted in your stomach. It didn’t matter how long the two of you were together, Theo never failed to make you giddy.
You turned and faced his beautifully well-rested face and examined it closely. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his hands crossed against your lower back.
“I was thinking you,” you giggled, pressing a kiss to his lips. He smiled into the kiss and moved his lips along with yours. Fuck morning breath, you’d kiss him any time. A chorus of groans and fake gagging erupted behind the two of you. You both pulled away, chuckling childishly.
“Sounds alright to me,” he joked, guiding you to a seat between him and Enzo. You began surveying the options before you, the grumbles in your stomach building with every second. You eventually settled on a croissant with butter, a few selections of fruit, and some pumpkin juice to go with it. 
“Sleep well?” Mattheo asked, crossing his arms on the table just in front of his cleaned plate. Sleep weighed heavy beneath his eyes, rimming dark circles on the soft flesh there. You clicked your tongue in disappointment.
“Well, I’d say yes, but it looks like you didn’t,” you say. “Feeling alright?”
“Oh, he’s feeling more than alright,” Enzo chuckled, ignoring the elbow Pansy placed into his ribs. “Er, well, he was last night anyway…maybe not so much now.”
“Stay out late, did you, mate?” Theo asked, digging into the breakfast himself.
“Something like that,” the dark boy smirked in response. The conversation suddenly turned away from Mattheo’s late-night activities and on to some planning for the day’s Quidditch practice but you couldn’t help but notice the dark purpling that spread from the base of Mattheo’s throat down to beneath his white tee shirt. He caught you staring and sent a wink your way. Cheeky bastard.
“Alright, I’m going to head down to the pitch early and try to get some practice in,” Enzo announced.
“I’m sure,” Mattheo laughed, “probably just going to see how fast he can beat no-nut-November.” 
Theo and he broke out into uncontrollable laughter as a fiery red blush appeared across En’s cheeks and nose. Pansy stifled a laugh at the two’s response to the boy. It honestly kind of frustrated you.
“Hey, don’t tease him,” you scolded, giving a swift smack to Theo’s arm. “What the hell are you two talking about?”
It took a moment for the laughter to die down but eventually, the two of them had wiped the tears from their eyes and turned to face you.
“What, you mean you really don’t know what I’m talking about?” Mattheo smiled in obvious disbelief. You stared back blankly at him.
“Wait, are you serious, babe?” Theo turned more towards you. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, tapping your index finger against your skin in annoyance.
“We’ve already established this,” you spoke.
“Ah, shit, man. Maybe you should discuss this with her,” Mattheo shrugged. “I don’t feel comfortable explaining that to your partner.” Theo threw him a dirty look. 
“Uh, well,” Theo turned to you, “It’s like when a guy—or girl, I guess—tries their hardest not to….you know…” He motioned with his hands, indicating he wanted you to fill in the blanks.
“Oh, uh… ‘nut’?” you asked. He nodded.
“You try to go all through November without,” his voice dropped to a whisper, “cumming.”
“Well, that’s no fun,” you joked. Mattheo laughed. 
“Yeah, well, it’s part of the challenge,” Theo said.
“I’ve already lost, unfortunately,” Mattheo spoke. He pulled his shirt sleeve up and glanced at the watch placed around his wrist. “Twice since the first of November, actually.”
“But it’s November first today?” Pansy said, questioningly. Mattheo did not speak. Everybody suddenly made knowing glances as realization peaked between the five of you. 
“Then I’m going to beat you!” Enzo said, looking around the group. 
“Yeah, man,” Theo shouted, clapping a hand into his. “Me too!”
“Uh, you too?” you asked. “I’m sorry, where was my discussion about this?”
Theo turned to look at you, a slight look of disappointment printed on his face. He shrugged and avoided eye contact with you. You could tell you had embarrassed him slightly.
“I don’t know, it was kind of a sudden decision,” he said, “I didn’t really think it through, I just thought I’d help En out.”
“Okay, but he doesn’t need your help but someone else at this table occasionally does,” you spoke, crossing your arms. Mattheo choked on his pumpkin juice.
“Well,” Theo’s voice was lower and his head was bowed towards yours. “Baby, that doesn’t mean I can’t help you out. I just wanna show I’m, like, disciplined enough to do it, you know?”
“Theo, this is not a fucking Quidditch tournament. You don’t need to be ‘disciplined’ not to cum—just don’t do it,” you said.
“Easy for you to say,” mumbled Enzo. You glanced over at him to which he responded by dropping his eyes down to his feet. 
“If you think it’s so easy, why don’t you do it, then?” Theo asked, his jaw tightening and his eyes becoming challenging. You crossed your arms once again. If he seriously thought he was going to challenge you to something—a battle of will, at best—and win, he was sorely mistaken. 
“Okay, I will,” you said. “I’ll win, no problem. And not only will I win, you will lose so badly, it’ll be laughable.”
“Uh-huh, sure, whatever you say, little girl,” he retorted, rolling his eyes. Now he was just being a dick.
“We’ll see about that, little boy,” you mocked him. You got to your feet and began to head back towards the Great Hall’s entrance. Just before you got past the edge of the table, you turned back towards him.
“Oh, and Theo?”
“Yes, darling?” he replied sarcastically.
“When I win,” you smirked, “you’re going to do whatever I say in the bedroom until the end of November…you know, if you’re ‘discipline’ is so great.”
Mattheo choked on his drink once more and Pansy stifled another laugh. Enzo’s cheeks were reddened again. You all really needed to get him laid. Or maybe he already had been and was just really nervous about sexual talks. You weren’t sure.
Theo rolled his eyes and turned back to his friends. You suppressed a laugh and made your way out of the Great Hall, planning things for him to do for you all month long. 
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After breakfast, you spent the majority of the rest of your morning finishing up some assignments and laying your Quidditch gear out. You figured you were going to rush out of here, per usual. Your punctuality wasn’t exactly hailed as the greatest known to Wizardkind. 
Your back was propped against a few of your pillows as you scanned through the assigned readings for Astrology, breezing through each chapter. You really did love that class and didn’t mind its assignments at all. It felt more like a hobby than required schoolwork. 
No matter how enjoyable the material was, however, your neck started to cramp after two hours or so. You tilted it from side to side, attempting to coax a pop out of each side. Just as you were beginning to work the pops down your spine, the door to your dorm swung open. From the angle you were at, you couldn’t quite see who was at the entrance but you assumed it was one of your roommates. You mumbled a polite “hey” and continued trying to stretch yourself out. When no reply came, you leaned around the bed’s footpost and tried to locate the intruder.
To your surprise, you found Theo standing before you, rather than a roommate.
“Oh,” you smiled, “hey, baby, I was just thinking of you.” You were excited to see him but after a few seconds of watching his face and getting no response, you realize he was not smiling nor did he seem happy.
“What’s wrong?” you asked.
“You embarrassed me at breakfast,” he said, crossing his arms.
“Oh…,” you trailed off, staring at the floor. “I’m sorry. I don’t really see how I embarrassed you, though, it was just a joke.”
“After you left, everyone was talking about how I cum quickly, and have no control in the bedroom, and probably don’t please you.” Your eyes widened at his words.
“Aw, well that’s not true,” you spoke, placing a hand on his crossed arms in an attempt to be comforting. “I’m sorry they said those things about you, but I’m sure they were just teasing you. You have a ton of ‘discipline’ in the bedroom.” You tried your very best not to speak the word mockingly. You were trying to make him feel better, after all. 
“You’re trying not to laugh!” he shouted. You definitely were.
“No, I’m not!” you scoffed. A hand slapped his crossed arms playfully. “But, honestly, Theo, what does it matter if you are or not? I like it when you’re a little helpless.” You giggled at your words. He rolled his eyes.
“What is it?” you asked in a babied voice. “Are you still embarrassed, baby?”  
“I’m so annoyed with you,” he grumbled, turning away from you and facing the window. You rolled your eyes and got to your feet, standing just behind him.
“Baby, are you mad at me?” you whispered, sliding your hands around his sides and pulling him into a hug. He didn’t uncross his arms and, though you couldn’t really see his face, you were almost sure he still had that little pout plastered on. 
“Yes, I thought I made that clear,” he pulled away from your hug. You scoffed at his action. 
“Theo, please, it’s a dumb challenge some teenage boys came up with, and your friends teased you about cumming quickly,” you argued. “I’m pretty sure every other Hogwarts student that’s ever come through here has dealt with the same crap. It’s just stupid jokes.”
“Well, I’m still mad.” You rolled your eyes once more, suppressing a groan. 
“Oh, Merlin, help me,” you sighed, falling back down onto your bed. “Are you twelve years old?”
He scoffed and glanced back at you with an annoyed glint in his eyes. You knew it probably wasn’t smart to poke the bear but you thought he was acting very stupidly. Then, with just perfect timing, a thought popped into your head.
“Theo, baby,” you cooed, leaning back on your hands, feeling your soft comforter beneath your fingers. “If you don’t want them teasing you, how about you prove how much discipline you have in the bedroom.” You bit your bottom lip and slowly spread your legs, allowing the side-eye glances he was throwing you to catch the opening against your pajama shorts. His eyes snapped back to the wall.
“Away with you, devil! I’m winning this challenge!” he joked, though the frown remained fixed against his mouth.
“Are you sure you don’t want a little something?” you teased. “I won’t tell anyone you did it—we can still say you won…”
He grunted in response. You knew you’d wear him down, eventually. This ploy was never a particularly hard one to break. He’d start claiming he didn’t want to do anything because he was mad at you or something, then you would simply sit back and let his mind convince him to redirect all thinking ability to his dick. You smirked.
“Baby, don’t you wanna come down here and fuck me?” you whispered. You leaned back up and started to slip your tank top over your head. Your chest perked up as the chill in the air fanned over you. You saw his eyes sneaking glances at you.
Your fingers pulled at the tie cinching your shorts together. It came undone swiftly, loosening the fabric that lay loosely on your hips. You hooked your thumbs in the material and slid the clothing down slowly, revealing your bare lower half to him. 
“I guess I forgot to put something on under them,” you teased, spreading your legs to give him a full view of everything he was missing out on. At this point, he’d uncrossed his arms and turned more towards you. His fingers were clenching and unclenching into a fist, painting his knuckles white. 
“Theo, I’m so wet,” you moaned, sliding a finger down between your legs. You cringed internally at your words, knowing that they would harass you for months to come, but you were locked in now. You said you were going to win, and you were going to fucking win.
His lips parted at the sight, his eyes fluttering just a bit. The tips of your fingers ghosted over your core, pushing little shocks of pleasure up to your chest. You gasped softly at each touch. Your eyes found his once more. You plastered on the heaviest pleading look you could manage and bit your lip. This felt stupid, but he was eating it up. Your eyes never separated as you slid a single finger into your entrance. The sound it made caused a soft groan to spill from Theo’s lips. Your lips parted in a silent moan. Your head fell back, displaying your neck and collarbones. One of Theo’s favorite things about you. 
You heard an audible swallow from where he stood but refused to stop your movements. To be totally honest, you rarely pleasured yourself like this, as it didn’t do too much for you. But you figured this was just like pornography to him. Something he played in his mind when he stuck his hands beneath his trousers. 
“Touch your chest…and your neck, baby,” he whispered. You followed directions so fluidly, never losing the pace you had established with your other hand. You dragged your fingers over your chest and gently gripped your throat, sneaking a peek at him every so often. His trousers were becoming painfully swollen and every once in a while his hand would come down to readjust the fabric over himself. This was working a million times better than you thought it would. 
“What else, baby?” you moaned, making your voice breathless. 
“Put your fingers in your mouth, please,” he groaned out. You did just that, smirking as shudders ran down his arms. His eyes fluttered closed as he began to gently palm himself every once and a while. Never enough to do any true damage, just enough to give him a little bit of a jolt. 
You moved your lips and tongue over your fingers just as you would him. You even peppered in a few moans as the hand lined up with your entrance never ceased movement. You were not going to cum like this. You could do this all day…though you’d rather not. You had a few secrets shoved up your sleeve, but were saving those for last. However, considering how long the two of you had been here and how quickly Quidditch practice was approaching, you figured now was the time to pull out all of the stops. 
“Please come fuck me, baby,” you whined. “Need you so bad, please, Teddy.”
Number one, he loved that nickname, and, number two, he loved when you begged for him. You figured it was part of the boy mentality, they loved being needed. 
He groaned audibly, the pressure he was applying to himself intensified. He wanted to grab you and prove all of his stupid friends wrong. Half of them were probably virgins anyway, but he….he had the girl of his dreams spread out for him, needy and breathless and begging for him. Maybe this was just a stupid challenge….
That didn’t work. He barely even took a step forward. Damn it. Your fingers intensified and your mouth parted in a soft moan. You needed to use the one thing that always worked, even when he was the maddest he’d ever been. You knew what he craved to hear, though you didn’t use it often. To be honest, it sort of made you cringe, but you knew that it made him feel powerful.
“Please, I need you,” you whined. “Come fuck me, daddy…”
The hand palming himself halted and you watched, in live-action, as his eyes darkened considerably. He raised his hands to his belt buckle and made quick work of it. You giggled and leaned forward, removing your fingers from yourself. You helped him split the top of his jeans and slide them down. He shoved you back onto the bed and began to crawl over you. 
“You want me this bad, baby?” he placed a rough kiss on your lips. 
Your hands traced down his abdomen, feeling every taut ridge and valley. Your fingertips touched over his hipbones, across the waistband of his briefs, before slipping just beneath the material. His breath halted against your lips. Your cooled hands suddenly and beautifully wrapped around him, contrasting his intense heat with your wintery fingers. You slid your hand against him once, twice. Said his favorite name. And then he finished. With a desperate moan of your name and a clenched fist in your hair.
“Oh baby, good boy…,” you cooed and checked the time on his watch. “Really put those other guys in their place. You made it twelve hours.”
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likelilacwine · 6 months
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cw children, cw families. gojo and f!reader were idiots in love and they are now married and have a baby. my effortlessly good painter gojo hc won out over being normal in my brain today so yeah. reader is referred to as mom/mama/mother and princess, satoru makes a joke about readers breasts. wc 1.1k
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Your morning has started far quieter than they usually do.
The day is overcast, no sunshine through your floor to ceiling bedroom windows, but you don’t mind. It feels good to embrace the cloudy days that have come with the changing of seasons, no harsh light to shock you awake. That job will be for your identical menaces in the coming months, the gummy smile of your morning person nine month old and her unabashedly obsessed father Satoru always eager to be your twin alarm clocks with their giggling and playful babbling at each other.
There’s nothing they love more than giving you the gift of four identical blue eyes blinking at you while you come to your senses every morning. You can almost admit aloud that you’ve become a morning person since becoming a parent, the delightful giggles of your daughter giving you the motivation to conquer anything and everything you can.
For today though, you wake gently, softly rolling from your side to flat on your back but something feels off. There are no hushed giggles, no silly songs being recited with children’s show host precision.
Your bed is empty and quiet and you feel…sad. Perhaps in the past you would’ve found this to be a luxury - no freakishly long limbs of your husband starfished across the bed to keep you pinned to it, no baby to tug at the earrings you forgot to take out last night, but instead it just feels like a less welcome start to the day.
Lingering in bed doesn’t feel good so you roll again, dropping your legs over the edge and sliding your feet into your waiting slippers. Scuffing across the floor, you yawn and stop in your tracks hearing voices from inside Satoru’s closet.
Well, a voice and some baby giggles, anyway.
“Can you say mama?”
Leaning against the door frame of the walk in, you stifle a laugh listening to your husband babble at his little girl who babbles back excitedly. Peeking around the corner, you see him standing in front of the portrait of you that he painted on your 24th birthday, little babe held to his chest and leaning her head on his shoulder.
“That’s her, that’s right. Your perfect mom.”
He sighs and your heart squeezes watching the two of them sway side to side, your baby who is growing into an independent toddler every day reaching out as if she recognizes your face. You’re sure she does, actually; the painting is an impeccable likeness and it still frustrates you 6 years later that he managed to become so good at a craft you’ve spent your life working on in less than a month.
Someday you’ll tell her the entire story, your version of it anyway. For now you’re content to let her father tell his side considering it was one of the most grand and romantic gestures he had performed at the time in an effort to show you how serious he was about your relationship.
“Listen, little girl,” he starts, unknowing that he has captured both of your attention. “I know I’m going to have to tell you this again eventually but do not ever bring a man or woman or anyone else into this house that loves you less than I love your mother.”
She coos at the sound of his voice and he chuckles down at her, kissing the downy white hair atop her head.
“I mean it. If they won’t stay up for four nights straight to get a start on painting your nose from memory, leave ‘em behind.”
With this, you giggle and the attention of both of your menaces is captured. Your daughter squeals from over Satoru’s shoulder, holding one little hand out and making a grabbing motion and he copies her excited babbling with his own.
“My little tricksters snuck out of bed this morning!”
Grinning, you cradle your little girl against your chest and kiss her temple, inhaling the clean smell of her shampoo and skin. She’s been bathed and everything.
“You’re the best.”
You feel the need to remind Satoru at this moment and he grins, bending to give you a good morning kiss.
“Duh.”
Giggling, you let your wiggly daughter settle herself and the three of you stand in front of the painting. You recognize the younger woman permanently captured in it, the soft lovesick look in her eyes, and it amuses you to know he took extra time to capture you exactly like that. Hopelessly in love.
He could capture you using the same medium and you’d look identical to how you did back then - utterly stricken.
“Did you really stay up practicing for four nights?”
“Princess, I stayed up practicing for four weeks.”
You snort, looking up at him from the corner of your eye.
“There’s no need to embellish now, you’ve already won me over.”
He shrugs, pulling the two of you close to his chest. He leans over his little family, cheek resting against the top of your head.
“But what if I never want to stop winning you?”
You reach up and brush his hair off of his forehead affectionately. Every touch you give him is full of love and every glance carries tenderness.
There will come a time when your daughter will be old enough to gawk at the love the two of you have for one another. Maybe she’ll stick her tongue out and roll her eyes just as you remember her father doing more than once or perhaps she’ll simply smile and hide her face in the collar of her shirt, dreaming of a love like what’s in front of her someday.
“I mean, I could paint you again. You are coming up on the big three oh and I have to say that a few things have grown since back then if you know what I mean.”
He waggles his eyebrows suggestively and drops his voice suggestively low. You flick him on the forehead and laugh about it, your daughter joining in on your giggles as a nine month old is apt to do.
The thing you hope she’ll understand the most is that sometimes love isn’t just big paintings and grand gestures and sweet looks. It’s being grounded enough to give each other a hard time when things are good and a good time when things are hard.
You are fortunate enough to have the best of everything with her father.
“Let’s go make breakfast, Monet.”
You turn on your heel and your husband follows closely behind, small steps to match your own. He looks over his shoulder one final time to look at the painting of you on his closet wall and he smiles, soft and warm.
“Whatever you say, my muse.”
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appleblueberry-pie · 18 days
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Yandere House"wife" Satoru x Reader
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Call it a happy accident, the way Satoru transitioned from being a full-time sorcerer to being the man you come home to after he does domestic chores all day. You two talked about it for a little while. There was a time when Satoru would come home late at night almost every day. And he would wind down, take a shower, crawl into the bed into your arms and just pour out his heart to you. He would say he hates his job. He hates how repetitive these days were becoming. Meetings upon meetings in the morning, and then having to exercise curses that never stood a chance for the next 6 hours. You soothed him, of course. Or at least as much as you could.
Then you proposed that maybe he starts taking days off. So you'll go to work and he'll stay home to heal his mind as much as he needs to. He would do anything for you, so of course he tries it out just to make you happy. And a few rest days turned into a few weeks. A few weeks turned into a couple of months. You don't remember the last time Satoru went to work by now, his phone blowing up every day from the people and job he kind of abandoned. He didn't care anymore.
He realized that he was happiest doing these mundane and very human tasks every day. And his motivation to keep going was just you. If he was bored, he would do the laundry that was full. I mean, the washer and dryer was just down the hall, why not? Washed the few dishes in the sink. Maybe he'll stop by the store to restock the fridge. You recognized how much of a....housewife he was being when he would retell his daily tasks to you before you two went to bed. "Oh, so I've got a little housewife now?" The neurons in his brain crackled when he heard that word escape your mouth.
Housewife
You raised your eyebrow when you watched him whisper the word underneath his breath. "You alright?" No, he wasn't. Well, he felt fantastic at the thought of his only purpose being his favorite person's provider and nothing else. But other than that, not really. He shamelessly enjoys having that title over his head. So he decides to play the part.
In the morning, he'll wake up before you, stare at your beautiful face for around 10 minutes before getting up to prepare your lunch and make you breakfast. NO, he can't cook. But he does know how to follow instructions. You wrote him some recipes you loved and he takes extra care to follow every single step to the exact measurements that you want. And when you smile at the breakfast, or make that sigh of relief, his heart jumps. Want more coffee? Do you want tea instead? He could pour you a flask of hot coffee before you go. And don't forget your lunch, either. He had fun making the panda shaped molds of rice.
And when you give your kiss goodbye and he finishes begging you to stay for a mandatory 5 minutes, he begins cleaning up the kitchen. He washes the dishes and clears the laundry if there's any. Mops the bathroom and cleans the tub, toilet bowl, and sink until they're sparkly and clean. Vacuums carpets and turns on a humidifier with your favorite scent lightly wafting throughout the place. Though he usually does this 20 minutes before you come back home so the smell is fresh in your brain when you walk in the door. He checks off the grocery list, visits a few people from his hitlist that he knows either hooked up with you in the past, broke up with you, or just tried to fuck with you in general. Sold a few organs from said people from the hitlist's bodies and goes back home to clean himself up and relax.
Relax meaning checking your location every five minutes, doing a mandatory 10 minute phone call on your lunch break to either try and persuade you to skip the rest of the work day to come back home, have phone sex(you talk him through his orgasm), or just let you talk and he'll listen. After the phone call, he'll eat his first meal of the day. He knows you don't like when he doesn't take care of himself, so he eats as much as his big heart desires. Which usually consists of your scraps of breakfast and dinner that you don't finish, so it feels like you two are bonding over the same meal(even though you aren't there). He does like eating with you and next to you, but it just feels more intimate when you two eat from the same plate. By the end of his meal, he's usually rock hard and close to tears at the fact that you won't be here to help him get off again for the next few hours.
So, he takes a cold shower(or two, if it's serious(and when I say "two" I mean he hops in, finishes, and then has to go back because it rises again with a vengeance)). And after his cold shower, he goes to the gym and does his weight resistance training. He knows you love every part of his body and his beautifully sculpted muscles(your words), so he takes good care of them. Then if he has free time, he'll watch some tv, pop up at Jujutsu Tech to piss everyone off for a few minutes, buy some sweets and desserts you two can share and then go back home to take a nap.
He wakes up about 30 minutes before you come back home so he can cook dinner. You told him you wouldn't mind having something "simple" tonight. And if he thinks carefully, this could mean anything from a boiled stew to TV dinner. Based off of your tone and how you said this sentence, he'll assume you wouldn't want something crazy to eat, so he actually buys some deli sandwiches from a shop not too far away. And when you got home, had Satoru take your coat, shoes, and jacket, you told him you were actually excited to eat. "It's been a while since we went there, huh? Oh, it's still warm!" The bread was toasted the way you liked and everything in between.
You were so lucky to have this man take care of you. You told him you loved him and if there was anything he wanted in return for his hard efforts to keep you happy, you'd do it. He shyly shook his head, a small blush overcoming his soft cheeks. He finished eating his sandwich before you and you noticed how silent he went. You softly grabbed his hand and he immediately looked up at you in question. "You alright? You're being quiet." You raise your hand from his hand to wipe a bread crumb from the corner of his mouth. "Yeah......actually, no. I just miss being able to grab your ass every second of the day, because your job doesn't allow your boyfriend into the building."
"Satoru, you know I can't take work off, I have to take care of us." Satoru flails and grabs your hand. "But babe, you know I have enough money to buy us 16 houses! You don't need to work!" You roll your eyes. "Well, I don't want to be in the house all day rotting away."
"We can rot together." "No!" He's a romantic at heart. He stands to walk off at your rejection and you grab his hand to pull him back. "Baby, you know I didn't mean it like that." "But.....you said we can't rot together...." "I know, but we can just be here right now and enjoy each other. We have all night and even some time in the morning. Right?" He sighs at your words and nod. ".........why are you hard?"
"Because you noticed I was quiet." You roll your eyes. He was also an attention seeker. How could you forget. "Really?" He nods. This time, you sigh, and you walk over to the living room couch, patting your lap. Satoru happily bounces over and plops down his weight on you. "Oof!" Sitting sideways on your lap, you caress his back with one hand and palm his hard on through his jeans with the other. His body immediately relaxes underneath your touch, and you smile up at him. "My baby has been working so hard today, hm?" He nods and stares at your hand. "I'm glad you're being productive. What did you do today, Satoru?"
"Today, I cleaned up the kitchen and did the laundry.." You unbutton his pants when he starts talking. But before you pull them down, you pause. "And what else?" He realizes what you're trying to do and swallows stressfully. He just wants you to take care of him. "And I mopped in the kitchen and the bathroom. I vacuumed, too." You pull his pants down enough to pull out his rock hard cock. It was warm and heavy in your hand, the tip straining with the blood swollen up to it. It was red and glistening with pre, threatening to drip down.
You gently wrapped your hand around him, slowly jerking him up and down, and a whimper slips out his lips. "Come on, baby, keep talking." He grabs your arm that's holding his cock and grabs at the couch with his other. "Um...I also........that's it." He cuts himself off, and his eyelids flutter shut when you put a little more pressure onto your hold, your thumb swiping over his tip.
"Hm? Are you sure?" You know he cut himself off. Which only means he's hiding something from you. He nods his head in response, and you let go of him. He whines at the cold that surrounds him now and looks at you. "Whyy???" "I don't know, baby, I think you're lying to me." You give him a look of fake concern, and your hand instead travels south to very gently fondle his sack, which immediately gets him to squirm.
"I'm not!!" You scrunch your eyebrows. "Are you??" He goes silent, and you stare him deep into his eyes. He can't reciprocate the eye contact and stares at your hand. You stop touching him, and he looks back up at you with sad, glistening puppy eyes. "I went through the list." Your eyebrows shoot up before you start scolding him. "The list??? I thought I told you to get rid of that thing? Satoru." When you first moved in with one another, you found his hit list full of people you used to talk to. He planned to kill them off one by one to have you to himself. You never truly got mad at him for it, because most of those people on the list genuinely were big pieces of shits that you wanted to burn in hell.....but technically it still wasn't okay for him to just do that behind your back.
"No, please! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just-" you lightly push him off of your lap, which was basically his equivalent of being shoved off of a cliff and his heart drops when you stand up. "NO! No. Wait, baby, please. Let me make it up to you. Please don't leave me like this." He trips onto his knees but still makes record speed in crawling over to you. He grabs your closest leg and hugs it tightly. You could feel his cock(which was still out) rub against your pant leg. So dramatic, you think.
You look down at him, and he stares up at you with those stupid big blue eyes. "......" He takes your silence as his que to convince you. "I can make it better, look!" He shifts in front of you, still on his knees, and begins to unbutton and pull your pants down. You lose balance and stumble back into the dining table behind you, using it for balance as Satoru yanks down down your pants, his eyes staring at the goal.
"Satoru, what the hell are you doing?" Funny enough, your words contradict your actions, and you instinctually spread your legs farther apart for him to have more space in between. He grabs your legs and places them on top of his shoulders, and you scoot back onto the dining table for more comfort, cups and silverware clinking as you clumsily push them back.
"I can help like this." He pushes his tongue as far as he can past your lips, getting a strong first taste at your pussy. A firm and slow stripe from your hole up to your clit and you hiss, gripping onto the table. Satoru moans loudly and closes his eyes to enjoy himself as much as possible. He shifts impossibly closer to you, hugging your thighs to both sides of his face to be buried deep and makes out with your sensitive bud. You could feel him occasionally exhale his warm breath onto you before firmly flicking his tongue onto you again.
You begin whining at the waves of pleasure crashing down on you. Drool and your essence cover Satoru's chin. His cock twitches endlessly against the hardwood floor, more of his pre dripping onto it the more he gets you to moan. "Get up." His eyes snap open, and he pulls away to look up at you. Your fingers dig into his scalp, and you pull him up, earning a wince from him. He knows what you want and leans in to let you taste yourself on his tongue. In the middle of the kiss, he suddenly flinches at the feeling of your hand once again grabbing his cock. You separate the kiss and his gaze trails down to your pussy.
You took his cock head and pressed it in between your lips, rubbing it up and down against your entrance. Your eyes seemed to glisten in a way he hadn't seen in a long time and you maintained eye contact, whispering to him. "You gonna be a good boy and fuck me how I taught you?" Each word that slipped out of your lips was enough to make him insane, and he was ready to do whatever you commanded. He robotically nods and you laugh at his reaction.
You press a soft kiss to his chin, letting him spread your legs on top of the table. He softly spreads your lips and makes eye contact with your hole. Heat radiates from you and he soaks up every last bit of it. All he can see, think of, and hear is you. "Beautiful." He whispers underneath his breath. You caress his arm to snap him out of his mind and he leans down closer to you, his head now pressing to your entrance gently. "Please show me." And he takes it upon himself to shower you with the affection you deserve in hopes to satisfy you again.
Did I cook????? Cuz I feel like I wrote this way too fast.
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Come a Little Closer
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Summary | After babysitting Sarah for the weekend Joel shows you his appreciation in more ways than one. 
Pairing | Joel Miller x babysitter f!reader
Word Count | 2.9K
Warnings | no outbreak, younger/domestic joel miller, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), little bit of softdom but not really?, praise kink, multiple orgasms, joel is PACKING and he knows it, no use of y/n, like always if i missed anything please let me know!
Authors Note | Hey my lovies! This idea popped into my head and I could not rest until I shared it with you. As of right now this is just a oneshot but I have some ideas to make it into a series, please let me know if you would want that! I am just loving their dynamic and I feel like it would be fun to explore more of that. Please like, reblog, and comment! It means so much to me and keeps me motivated to keep writing! Also my inbox is always open and would love to hear from you! I love you all! <3 (my masterlist)
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“Words babygirl.” His large hands are positioned next to your legs, his face inches from yours. “Ain’t gonna touch you till I hear you say it.” His voice is stern and dripping with desire, you can see how desperate he is for you by the pull in his jeans but he would never do anything unless you wanted it too, he would stop everything right away if you said no. But how could you ever say no?
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“I know you miss him sweetie, he will be here as soon as you wake up in the morning.” You have spent this whole weekend babysitting Sarah. You have been her babysitter for the past 7 months, here and there when Joel is gonna be late to pick her up from school, but mainly in the summers when he is the busiest. This time he and his brother Tommy have been out of town finishing up a large job. But you got a text from him saying he will be home late tonight. 
You sit next to Sarah on her bed, rubbing her back and softly humming until you know for sure she has fallen asleep. You have grown so fond of this girl, you never pass up the opportunity to babysit her. She makes you laugh until you almost pee your pants, she cheers you up when you're having a rough day, and you love listening to everything that goes on in her life. 
You also love babysitting her because her dad is hot as fuck. You only get to see him for a couple minutes when he gets home but that entire time you can't help but drool over him. From the stories Sarah has told you and what you have seen from their interactions with each other you can tell that he is an amazing father. Everything in his life he does for her. You can't imagine the idiot that let him go.
You softly close her door and try not to creek the stairs too much on your way down them. You grab a beer from their fridge and rest on your body on the couch, flicking through the channels on the tv until something catches your eye. Landing on some shitty reality tv show that you don’t know anything about, but you love watching other people's drama. 
The sound of the front door softly latching closed stirs you awake, slightly confused as you don’t even remember falling asleep. You look at the digital clock under the tv that shows 1:03 am in a soft red glow. The sound of a duffle bag being placed on the table reminds you where you are and why you’re there. 
“Welcome back, how was the job?” Your voice is quiet and soft, not wanting to speak too loud and wake Sarah but also to try and hide how tired you sound. 
“It was good, had to watch over Tommy the whole time, but it was good.” His voice also sounds tired but he doesn’t try to hide it. You watch as he grabs a beer from the fridge and makes his way over to you on the couch, you shift your body to make room for him. 
“How was Sarah? Thank you again for babysitting this long.” He cracks open his bottle and takes a swig, sinking back into the sofa, a soft groan slipping as he lets his bones get some much needed rest. 
“She was an angel like always, it doesn't even feel like babysitting, she's just so easy.” A smile tugs at your lips as you think of the past weekend, the endless crafts you did, the dance parties while you made her dinner, pretending to trip so she could win a game of tag. 
“She does love you,” a soft chuckle passes from his perfectly plump lips, “She told me she doesn’t mind when I have to work because it means she gets to see you.” He softly grabs one of your ankles that is tucked up next to you, rubbing it slightly. “Thank you for being so good with her, I love knowing she has a great woman to look up to.” 
Your eyes trail from his hand, up his toned arm, finally landing on his eyes that are looking at you in a different way than you have ever seen from him before. His pupils look blown and full of lust, your heart catches in your throat for a second. 
“I…” You clear your throat trying to stop your voice from wavering, “Of course, you’ve raised such an amazing girl.” Your attention turns back to the clock, now finally realizing how late it is. “Oh, I should probably head home huh?” 
His hand releases from your body, the spot now feeling cold in the absence of his warm palm. “No, just spend the night, I know you’re probably tired. Wouldn’t want you falling asleep at the wheel.”
“I don’t want to overstay my welc…” Your voice is cut off by his. 
“You won’t,” He shifts his body slightly to face towards you. “I want you to stay.” A heat radiates through your body, all the times a scenario like this has danced around your mind but you never thought it would actually become a reality. 
“I see the way you look at me darlin,” his body slowly moving closer to yours. “You want me just as much as I want you, isn’t that right?” You nod your head quickly as you feel a wetness form in your underwear. 
“Words babygirl.” His large hands are positioned next to your legs, his face inches from yours. “Ain’t gonna touch you till I hear you say it.” His voice is stern and dripping with desire, you can see how desperate he is for you by the pull in his jeans but he would never do anything unless you wanted it too, he would stop everything right away if you said no. But how could you ever say no? 
“Yes Joel, I want you.” At this point it felt more like a need. An ache in your body that only he could take care of. A devilish smirk pulls on his lips as soon as the words fall from your mouth. 
His lips are on yours in seconds, his hands grip your thighs, pulling your legs straight so he is hovering over you. One hand rests by your head, keeping him upright as the other snakes its way under your shirt. His calloused hand scratching softly at the soft skin of your tummy as it makes its way towards your breast. 
Lucky for the both of you, you decided against a bra today. His hand reached the peak of your breast, gently rolling the nub of your nipple between his thumb and finger. You softly moan into his mouth as your lips continue their dance on each other. 
Your hand reaches down between your bodies and tug on the hem of his shirt, telling him you want it off, now. He removes his hand from your shirt and leans back slightly, taking off his dark green long sleeve. Exposing a strong chest, a toned set of shoulders, and a soft tummy that is adorned with a happy trail leading to the tuft of brown hair you can spot poking up from his low rise jeans. 
You lift your body up slightly as he takes the bottom of your shirt into his hands and starts to pull it off your body. He takes a moment to admire your body, every single curve gently stroked with his fingers. He almost looks like he is trying to burn the image of you into his mind so he can never forget. 
“Take a picture, it will last longer.” You giggle as he reaches into the back pocket of his jeans to try and fish out his phone. “I’m joking Joel, please just touch me.” Your voice sounds much more needy than you expected it to be. 
He chuckles softly and starts to trail wet kisses down your body. Staring at the shell of your ear, tracing down the side of your neck, making a point to stop at your tits, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking softly while the other one is in between his fingers again. 
His mouth releases the bud with a pop as he works his way down your stomach, his hands gripping the waistband of your sweatpants, pulling them down your legs. He throws them in the pile with the rest disregarded clothes. He shifts himself back on the couch until his mouth is in line with your covered pussy. 
He places soft kisses on the thin fabric that separates you from him. “What do you want baby?” He knows what you want, he can see the wet spot your arousal has made. 
“I want your mouth…fuck Joel please.” You breathe out, the suspense and how slow he is going is driving you insane, in the best way imaginable. He loops his fingers through the thin material and drags it off your body, your dripping entrance on full display for him. 
“Fuck baby, this all because of me?” You bite your lip and nod, trying not to explode from the pressure building in your stomach from his voice alone. “Could’ve been doing this a lot sooner if you just asked darlin.” You slightly curse yourself in your head but you’re quickly brought back to the moment when you feel his hot breath on you again. 
He grips your thighs, spreading them apart, the scruff of his beard scratching the soft skin of your inner thighs as he peppers featherlight kisses along each one. He lifts your legs and drapes them over his shoulders as his tight grip moves to your hips, pinning them to the couch as his mouth finally moves to your core. 
His tongue gently circles around the throbbing bundle of nerves until he finds the perfect spot that makes your body jolt. Your hands immediately find his soft brown curls as he picks up the pace and applies more pressure with his tongue. The knot in your stomach grows tighter and tighter, already threatening to snap at any moment. 
His tongue dips down to your entrance as he moves it in and out, muffled moans leaving his throat as he tastes you. He laps at you like he’s gone years without water. His nose nudges at your clit with every movement of his body. 
You lift your head slightly to look down at him, his brown eyes meeting yours instantly, mouth still latched to you. Now it’s your turn to stare and hope you can remember that image forever. He pulls his mouth away for just a moment. 
“Take a picture, it will last longer.” You try to respond with something but before your mind could think of anything his mouth is back on your clit, sucking softly then smoothing it over with the flat of his tongue. Your head falls back to the couch with a whimper. You thank past you for turning Sarah’s noise machine on high. 
One of his hands releases your hip and two of his fingers gather some slick before he pushes them into you. Your hips rise slightly to help him with the angle. He fucks them into you fast as his mouth is still working your clit. He can tell you're close as your legs start to tremble and the grip in his hair starts to tighten. 
“Come on baby, soak me. I know you can.” His words push you over the edge as you gush all over him. His speed eases up on your clit as he works you through your high with his thick fingers. 
Once your body stops shaking and your moans soften, he is immediately working his way up your body, colliding his lips with yours. You can taste yourself on him as your arms wrap around his back, pulling him impossibly closer to you. Your hands reach down to his jeans as you try to fumble open the button. 
“We don’t have to do that if you don’t want to, you getting off is good enough for me baby.” Your heart warms slightly at the thought of him just wanting you to be happy. You're so used to guys who only go down to bide their time to only get what they want. You look at the throbbing outline of him through his jeans and you can feel your body craving him. 
“No Joel, I need your cock.” Your hands finally undo the button. He quickly shucks off the rest of his clothes, that same devilish grin plastered on his face. Your mouth drops as you see his member spring free. It's larger and girthier than anyone you have ever been with. He can see a little bit of panic spread across your face. He leans in close to you again, a soft hand running along your cheek. 
“Don’t worry angel, I’ll go nice and easy until you’re comfortable okay?” His voice is different from when he was telling you to drench him, he wants to make sure you will enjoy every second of this. He places a soft kiss on your forehead as you nod. “You tell me when to move and I will. Got that baby?” Another nod. “Good girl.” 
Shivers run up your spine as he slips the swollen tip through your folds, fisting his cock in his hand to spread your slick over him. He lines himself against your entrance, his eyes meeting yours again. Ready? You bite your bottom lip and nod. Ready. 
He pushes into you slowly, stopping every little bit to let your body adjust to his size. Once he is all the way in and your hips meet you tell him you’re good and to fuck you hard. A fire lights in his eyes as he pulls back and slams into you quickly. 
You can’t help but release the most pornographic moan you’ve ever heard. His head finds its way to the crook of your neck, biting and sucking on the skin on your shoulder as his hips continue to pound into you at a bruising pace. 
“You…fuck. You take my cock so well baby. Don’t you?” His voice wavers slightly but the nasty things he says to you only pushes you closer to your high. You can only moan in response to him. 
His head pulls back from your shoulder and his hand slips around the base of your neck, squeezing the sides lightly, just enough pressure but making sure it doesn’t hurt at all. “Answer me darlin.” 
“Yes Joel, oh…my god! Yes I do.” His hand leaves your neck and moves down to where you connect, rubbing circles on your aching clit. You can tell he’s close by the way his thrusts are growing sloppier but never breaking the pace he’s set. 
“Come on baby, I know you’re right there.” Your walls flutter around his cock as he speaks, he picks up the pace a little bit, pulling all the way out and slamming back in. The sound of his balls slapping your ass and both of your moans fill the air. 
A couple more thrusts and you finally reach your peak, your back arching as your body starts to tingle. Your pussy pulses around him and your fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving red marks in its path. He coos in your ear as he fucks you through it, chasing after his own release. “Good girl, that’s it…fuck” 
The feeling of you coming around him, pushes him over the edge. His head falls to your shoulder as he moans into your skin. You feel his cock twitch inside you, sending his ropes deep into you. Once you have both come down from your highs, he collapses on top of you. You both panting as you try to catch your breath, his dick softening ever so slightly inside you, your hands rub over his back, feeling the raised scratches that you left into his skin. 
“I got a little rough there, you okay?” You chuckle, this man just fucked you into another dimension and he’s still sweet enough to ask you if youre okay. Really? What idiot let this man go? 
“More than okay. Might even ask you to go harder next time.” His head shoots up from your shoulder and his big brown puppy dog eyes stare at you. He looks like a kid who woke up Christmas morning to find the dog he's been begging his parents for under the tree. 
“You want there to be a next time?” His voice almost sounds giddy. 
“As long as you wine and dine me before.” He places a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. 
“Sounds like a deal to me darlin.” He removes his naked body off of yours, walks to the bathroom then returns with a towel, walking to your side to clean up the mess you both made.
Once the towel and the disregarded clothes are thrown down the basement stairs to be washed at a later date, he picks your tired body off the couch and begins the walk up the stairs to his bedroom.
He lays you on the fluffy gray comforter, walking back to the door to close and lock it. “Don’t want Sarah busting down the door first thing in the morning and seeing this.” A smile on his face as he makes his way to the other side of the bed. He pulls back the covers as you both slide underneath. 
He curls himself behind your back, sliding his arm between your breasts, pulling you closer to his body. You adjust yourself, accidentally grinding your ass on his cock. “Hey, watch it.” You hear him sleepily grumble behind you. 
“It was an accident I promise.” You whisper softly and he “mhm mhm” into your hair. You feel his breathing even out on your back, you turn your head to the side and see him sleeping, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. You lay your head on the pillow and wonder how long he has wanted this to happen. You’ll just have to ask him in the morning. 
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Reign down on me - Part 2
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Pairing: Ghost x Hybrid!reader (eventual poly!141)
No use of y/n or mention of gender/race
Summary: Reader is a wolf hybrid in a world that treats them like second class citizens, given a horrible start in life after being thrown into the military with no preparation. After years of struggle, they're finally taken away from their base by Ghost, now a permanent member of taskforce 141 reader struggles to come to terms with the fact that perhaps there's a life there for them - if only they reach out and accept it.
Warnings: hurt/comfort, Angst, abuse mentions, self doubt
A/N: This is a bit of a short update, but I wanted to get something out for the people that were asking for it! Enjoy 💕
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You were embarrassed as soon as the realisation hit you, but by the time you’d had a decent rest and something to eat, you were feeling a lot more even footed. You were standing at the precipice of your new posting with anticipation, ready and waiting at the front door of Ghost’s house, eagerly listening out for him to come out of his room and take you to the new base. 
Ghost had knocked on your door earlier that morning just a little while after the sun had risen. He was still donning his skull balaclava and dressed similarly to the night before, though he had seemed to have changed sine. His eyes widened a fraction once he looked in and saw you, a flicker of surprise crossing what little you saw of his features when he saw you sitting awake on your freshly made bed. 
“Earlier riser. Not a nest builder then?” he’d noted.
You struggled to remember the last time you’d made a blanket nest, you could barely recall how to build one. That was one of the first things that’d been beaten straight out of you after being left at the barracks, leaving your ‘bed’ in any other state than bare with folded up sheets was an immediate punishment. 
“I’m not a child,” you muttered.
You were determined not to get emotional that day. Set against becoming the mushy tempered little pup you’d been the day before and instead behave like the soldier you were. That way, you figured, he might treat you the way he was supposed to as well. No more surprises, just business as usual.
However you were met with shock again when he’d led you away from bed and pointed at the table you’d sat at the night before. At what was apparently now your seat, there was a steaming  styrofoam box with bacon, eggs, toast and beans cooked to perfection and ready for you to eat. The scent was rolling through the air and rushing into your system, overwhelming you as you took an unsure stoop into your chair. 
“For me?” you asked, making sure to confirm before picking up the fork and knife laid out. 
“Yeah, Price ordered out for us. You’ve got a big day ahead, and he wants you on top form. And apparently I can’t be trusted to sort breakfast,” he said, scoffing at that last part. “Eat up and get ready. I’ll get you at the door in an hour.”
You breathed out a sigh, already not sure what to make of getting such a lavish breakfast, but there was nothing for it. If your new Captain had specifically requested you eat the feast in front of you, then you’d scarf down every last bit of it. Your stomach baulked at the idea of having so much in the morning when you were used to very little, but you ate it all while Ghost busied himself with the dishes from the night before behind you. Apparently he was intent on filling the air with a clattering clanging orchestra.
By the end of your meal, you’d figured that breakfast had to be one of the best you’d ever had, but with good food comes a heavy stomach and it turned you sluggish. It made for a struggle to find your motivation to go to the bathroom and get ready. However you bullied yourself into getting through it, your mental drill sergeant forcing you along until you ended up at the door fully dressed and in your usual black cargos and white T-shirt, tail swishing in anticipation for Ghost.
Your boots were still a bit damp from being in the rain all day before, but you were sure that with whatever Price had planned they’d be smelling like old cheese either way. It didn’t stop your nose wrinkling any less though. 
“Do you not have another pair of boots?” Ghost groused, looking you up and down while his heavy steps came thudding up to the door. 
He was all wrapped up in his big black jacket. He looked a lot warmer than you did standing there holding off the shakes, but you knew better than to complain. Plus your belly was full of meat and carbs so it helped your body fend off the morning chill. 
“We only get issued one set,” you said, looking down at your sodden feet, “I can try to clean them off a bit more, but I figured it would just waste time and make them wetter.”
“Well that’s changing today. You can’t walk around in wet shoes like that, we’re not in world war one,” he grunted. “What else do you need?”
You frowned at him, tilting your head at the question. Why would you need anything else?
“What else would I need?” you asked earnestly, hoping he wouldn’t get annoyed at the stupid question. 
“Your bag wasn’t very big and those clothes you were wearing last night were falling to bits. You’ve clearly been sewing them a lot, and not very well,” he laughed. “Tell me what you need and I’ll send for it.”
“I…” you tried to think of something, anything just to avoid looking like an idiot, but you couldn’t. “I’m sorry, I don’t know. I have all the things I’m required to have.”
Your ears folded down, your body was bracing and ready for him to shout at you, instincts winning over your pride. It was bad enough you weren’t able to answer his question, but you’d pretty much disagreed with him as well just by saying you had what you needed. A rookie move, you thought as you admonished yourself.
“Can I see what you brought with you?” Ghost asked, his voice so quiet under the muffling of his mask material. 
You bit your lip and nodded, still waiting for the roaring thunder of shouts to begin and start beating against the walls. Instead he just moved his body to the side and motioned for you to go back to your room. You were forced to pass by him, shrugging your shoulders into your neck in anticipation of a grab. Every little creak across the wood felt like a prelude to some larger sound or maybe even a smack, but you were shocked to find that none of what you imagined came to pass. 
Once you’d reached your little chest of drawers, you were worked up to hell. There was blood rushing fast in your ears, a river running through your head and you were having to hold your breath just to keep your chest from convulsing. Ghost wouldn’t have noticed your breathing anyway though, while you panicked and waited for him to finally show his anger, he opened your drawers and revealed the barren interiors inside, closing each one with a heavy thunk and a dissatisfied tisk.
“Really, pup, is this all you have?” Ghost sighed, ending his search at the last drawer.
It contained two other pairs of black cargos and your sweats that you’d been wearing the night before. You looked down at it with glassy eyes and then back at Ghost, still waiting for your scolding. Waiting for him to rise up from his crouch and tower over you again. 
“Three pairs of trousers, five T-shirts, underwear for the week, and a set of bedclothes,” you listed, trying to keep a hold of yourself. “Plus a sewing kit. That’s what the rules say we need to have. Is there a different regulation here, sir?”
Ghost put his head in his hands for a moment and you pursed your lips, readying yourself for an explosion. Your toes curled and your claws dug into your palms, every fibre of your body was poised for an attack that you had to let happen. There was no way you were going to start the morning off badly with defying your handler on your first official day afterall. 
“You should have more than this,” Ghost finally said, his voice an even rumble as always. “You’ve served for a long time, you should have some personal things, darlin’.”
Your fear was now turning to frustration. Now you were at a loss, you didn’t understand what he wanted. Why was he wasting so much time on this clothes issue when you were supposed to go meet Price? The last thing you wanted was for Price to be mad at your late arrival because Ghost was getting caught up on your clothes.  
“Have you been wearing your work clothes on day trips?” Ghost asked.
“On…what?”
“When you go off base,” he prodded, now standing up to his full height again. “What do you wear in your downtime?”
“I’ve only ever been off base for missions and off-site training,” you murmured, looking down at your dirty boots. “It’s just hybrids with permanent handlers that get taken out at Branhaven and no one ever wanted to have me until you and Price. Everything I have is in those drawers…apart from some bathroom stuff I put away in the sink cupboard, I made sure I kept it all out of the way of your things though.”
Ghost looked dumbstruck. It was a funny thing, even though you couldn’t see his face you could still tell so much about his expression through his eyes and body. And in that moment his eyes looked lost and his fists were clenched at his sides. You couldn’t figure out why that sentence was what he seemed the most angry at since that whole segue had started, but you couldn’t deny that there was something like a glint of murder in his face.
“Can we just go now, sir?” you asked, looking past his shoulder and hoping you could entice him to drop the whole stupid subject. “Won’t Captain Price be mad if I’m late?”
Ghost untensed his muscles and dropped his hands. 
“He won’t be mad, it’ll be fine,” he assured, putting a hand on your shoulder and making you jump. “Woah, easy darlin’. It’s ok. Don’t worry about all this, alright? I’ll talk to you about all this later, but for now you’re right, we should get heading. C’mon.”
You huffed out a sigh of relief when he turned and clutched at your chest for a second, thanking whatever spirit was around that you gave him an effective distraction. Though you dreaded to think the subject was going to be revisited. You were still going to be equally as clueless as to why he was so upset that you didn’t have more…stuff. 
You had no idea what that stuff was supposed to be or what you’d need it for when you had perfectly sufficient things that you could always repair whenever that was required. Anything else was just stupid, you were just a hybrid. What would you do with personal items or civilian clothes? It’s not like you were bursting with photos to frame or had any events to look nice for.
It was all so stupid! You put it out your mind and compartmentalised, following silently at Ghost's big back as he took wide strides across the smooth paving and over to his car. You never were good with remembering makes or what logos were what, but what you did know was that It was huge and black and practically gleaming it was so clean. It was clearly something that he took pride in. 
It made you purse your lips once inside, entirely mindful of how spotless his matching black leather interior was. It didn’t seem very conducive with wolf fur so you opted to grab your tail and hold it round your front once you were seated, hoping you could stop yourself from shedding all over the place and creating another uncomfortable conversation. Even though the angle hurt and needled at your old injury, you muscled through with gritted teeth, summoning all your strength for whatever lay ahead. 
Besides, you thought as the engine roared to life, the pain almost made up for the lack of punishment before. It put your head back into order. 
“Well well, look who finally decided to show up.”
You’d already gotten out of Ghost’s car with your heart in your throat after seeing you were ten minutes later than he’d said you needed to be. Now standing at the foot of the office, Price’s words had you wincing. You panicked and looked from the Captain sitting at his shaky old desk and then back up at Ghost in the doorway, internally cursing him for taking up your precious time with all of his nonsense about clothes.
“Somethin’ came up,” Ghost shrugged, settling one of his hands across your back and on your shoulder. “Fair warning - this one’ll have a heart attack if you pretend to get mad, so consider your next words carefully.”
Price raised his brows and looked straight at you then, smiling with that signature crinkly eyed grin of his. You remembered his face well, you’d always been thrown by how kind it looked when you’d gone away with him. You weren’t used to Captain’s like him, not accustomed to anyone giving you smiles and encouraging praise. 
At the start of the mission he’d made sure to emphasise he’d be looking out for you through his scope and had Gaz ready with a rifle if anyone had tried to intercept your tracking. Then after you’d returned home he’d made a point of taking you for a burger before he took you back to your base, even letting you sit in his warm truck and enjoy it properly. 
“Well we don’t want that, do we? C’mon, love, take a seat and we’ll go over some things before you go see the other two,” Price said, pointing to one of the chairs in front of him. 
You complied immediately, forgetting about your rush of memories, racing to sit down to a point you were almost sprinting to the chair. Price kept the smile on his face while Ghost sat beside you, both men sharing a look while you anxiously waited to hear what Price was going to say. You couldn’t help but fidget with your tail, digging your fingers deep into the wiry top layer of fur and into the soft tufts underneath. 
“Ghost filled me in on what happened yesterday,” Price said, brows lifting as he tilted his head down at you. “And we want you to know that’s not how we wanted to manage the transfer. So first off, I just want to make sure you’re doing ok. How do you feel about the new arrangement?”
You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t that. As much as you liked the Captian, you still didn’t expect him to mirror Ghost’s strange behaviour and ask about your feelings. He hadn’t said much to you before when you’d gone away with him, there weren’t any good markers to see if this was normal behaviour.
It all made you wonder if you’d been taken away to some kind of opposite land where hybrids seemed to mean something. Then again, you thought bitterly, perhaps this was all a test, just to see how you’d respond.
“Fine, sir,” you answered, fingers threading tighter through your tail. 
Ghost and Price shared another look. Price’s mouth quirked as if he had gathered something from the stare that Ghost gave him.  
“Ok…well that’s good. Do you have any questions for us? 
“No, sir. I’ll do whatever you ask of me, I’m ready,” you said, giving a little nod for emphasis. 
Price chuckled, but the smile on his face didn’t quite reach his eyes. You were sure you’d said something wrong, but if pressed to answer what that was…you wouldn’t know what to say. 
“I’m glad that you’re keen to get started, that’s a good sign. I’m not looking for you to dive right into working though, I want you to have questions and ask us things, so go ahead. You must have something you want to know.”
You sighed and looked down at your tail again, stomach feeling all the heavier after that breakfast. There were a lot of questions floating around your head, but every little piece of you was crying out to just shut up. 
Hybrids don’t ask questions, they follow orders. 
You had been told to ask your questions though. It would surely make him angrier to be denied, you reasoned to yourself. 
“Why me, sir?” You asked, looking up from your lap. 
“Why’d we want you on the team? I liked working with ya, you were quiet, efficient, had a keen focus as well. Simple as that really. We needed a hybrid and I thought you’d be a good fit with us.”
“A good fit, sir? Why?” You asked, curiosity getting the better of you. 
“Everyone on the taskforce is someone that I can count on. I’ve worked with each one of ‘em at various times in my career and I know that they’ll deliver every time I ask them to go out on the field. You did well on that mission you joined us on, and 
 when looked over your record after, I was impressed with your results to say the least. Makes you a great candidate for the 141.” 
“I’ve never had anyone mention anything good about my record before you both,” you muttered. “Are you sure they didn’t mix up the file handover, Captain?” 
Price shook his head and reached his hand across the table, warm skin enclosing over yours as he held his palm over the back of your hand. You felt your ears perk up in surprise. He was…touching you? And not for corrective reasons either! 
“I can assure you it was the right one, love. There wasn’t anything I saw on there that made me think you couldn’t do this job,” he said, giving your hand a quick pat before withdrawing again. “It ain’t all about staying out of trouble.”
You looked up at him and said nothing then, completely silenced by his thoughtful gesture. You’d gotten in plenty of trouble, that was for sure, but you only ever acted like a little shit with the assholes back on your base. Things were different now. You didn’t know how to orient yourself, didn’t know how to behave in your new circumstances.
Instinct said to ignore all the fluffy behaviour and just get through the day doing what you were told, but there was a tiny part of you that really wanted to believe that maybe the men in that room had your best interests at heart - maybe, just maybe this was the break you’d always secretly hoped for. Not that you gave that part of yourself much credence, its voice was too similar to that of the young pup that said that maybe your family would come back for you one day. Maybe they’d realise they made a mistake dropping you off and they’d let you come home again. Stupid stupid little wolf that you were to ever even have a notion like that. 
“Well, I’ll do my best regardless, Sir,” you smiled, hoping he’d move on and get the day going. 
“Good to hear. Do you have anything else you’d like to know before we get stuck in?” 
“No, sir,” you said a little too eagerly. 
He laughed at that. His chuckling low, deep and earthy as the cigar scent that permeated around him. There was something so naturally easy about Price, something that had you relaxing even while you wondered if you were going to get in trouble for not being interested enough to ask more. 
“Well, first things first, welcome to the 141. As you’re the first hybrid member, I expect there will be a learning curve for us all, so we’re going to be training hard over the next few weeks while we get used to each other. Ghost is the only one of us fully trained in hybrid handling, so all of us will be taking his lead while we learn to work properly together out on the field. You’ll be with Ghost for your first few missions, but after that initial few weeks pass you can be sent out with any of the team at any time. You’re not just getting sent on assignment anymore and you’re not dealing with the likes of your old base, you’re dealing with very intense work,” Price said, taking a sharp intake of breath as his tone changed. “You’re going to be out with us in all manner of terrains and situations, and oftentimes under heavy fire. We can be sent anywhere at anytime, and when a target is discovered we need to act quick. We deal with very prolific HVT’s and even in high stress, they need to be brought in safely for interrogation. All this is to say, you’re not expected to act like a mutt anymore, I don’t need that on my team. I want you to be sharp and take initiative, I will need you to communicate with us and to share your thoughts rather than blindly follow orders even when you know they’ll lead to trouble. Your perspective is valuable, you can hear better and sniff out danger that we can’t, so if you flag something then tell us. Do you think you can do that?” 
You raised your brows, head heating in malfunction, not at all ready for the big speech your new captain had imparted on you. Learning to act like a ‘mutt’ was the only thing that had ever been drilled into you. It was the reason you’d been met with so much trouble at the beginning of your career, the main reason your original handlers had encouraged the others to beat you that little bit harder and to make your life more miserable than the rest. You’d been shoved into submission all your life and told to shut the fuck up and do as you were told, you’d never ever been told your perspective was valuable.
You weren’t even given a mic to communicate with out on the field when you started, you were just supposed to follow orders as they came to you. You’d learned ever since then not to speak unless asked.
“Not to question you, but…just to clarify. You’re telling me you want me to go against orders, sir?”
“Well for example… I tell you to walk into a building and you can smell that it’s riddled with explosives, then yes. I expect you to raise the alarm when the situation calls for it. I don’t need a hybrid that’s going to go out and get themselves killed just to please me, I need someone that can get the job done and help get everyone back safe. Lives and mission success are more important than ego to me everytime, you will never be punished for acting in the interest of the team, which now includes you. Understand?”
“So just to get this clear, you’re giving me blanket permission to talk on comms - to give my opinion to you whenever I have one?” you asked incredulously. 
“Precisely. This should help with that,” he smiled, pulling something from out of the groaning top drawer of his desk and sliding it across to you. 
You reached out and accepted it, holding the strip of dark leather between your fingers and admiring how smooth and thick it felt, how high quality it was. Not missing the numbers 141, that were stamped into its side. It was a new collar. Outfitted with a built in mic and specialised remote lock, one that could be unlocked if it became snagged or got you into trouble in a fight. You were pretty sure it had a longer tracking range than standard collars too, and even came with a shiny D ring for tags. This was the kind of thing that hybrids wore when they were prized by their teams, owned by the sort of people that actually cared if you came back to them. 
“Is this really for me?” you asked sceptically, taking a hand off of the new collar and touching the one already round your neck, sliding a finger over the bruised skin at its rough sides. 
“Course it is. We can have it changed or altered if you’re not happy with it,” Price noted, watching your reaction carefully. 
“It’s perfect as is, best bit of kit I’ve ever gotten” you said quickly, running your fingers all the way down the bumpy stitching. “Thank you, sir.”
“Shall we get this thing off then?” Ghost said, speaking up from his place next to you. 
You looked over at him and followed his eyeline realising what he meant, touching your old collar once again. You didn’t need convincing. You nodded and tipped your head forward, letting him access the buckle at the back before unclipping and letting it loose, leaving you unmarked to the world for a minute, just another hybrid without a claim.
It was weird being bared like that, honestly you felt like he’d taken off your shirt or your trousers. You always wore your collar, and now that it was off you felt little better than a worm on a bait hook, wriggling uncomfortably at the sensation of air on your bare flesh. 
Order was restored when Ghost took your new collar and wrapped it around you, clicking it into place with a cheerful clink from the new locking mechanism. You sighed and let out the tension in your muscles, closing your eyes a second before straightening up and looking at Price and Ghost, checking over their satisfied faces. 
“Good to have you officially on the team, pup,” Ghost said with what was surely a grin. “Just need to put your tags on.” 
He took your ID tag from your old collar and slotted it on to the D ring at the front of your neck, then produced a handler tag from his pocket, letting you see it while he fiddled with the tag already round your neck. You took it in your hands and thumbed over the bumpy metal letters and rubber edges, tilting your head as you looked it over. 
LT Ghost
#09-2022
141
You’d always had the base information on your team tag, or had to wear a temporary one when you were sent on long deployments assigned to work with other teams. Even then you’d always get a building ID or some other number that would link you back with some office somewhere. You'd never worn someone else's name around your neck before, but now you were going to be linked to Ghost for the rest of your days. If anyone found you and reported your handler’s number to the relevant authorities they’d get a direct line to him. 
For a man that hadn’t even revealed his face to you, he was incredibly willing to hang such a big responsibility around your neck. You bit your lip and watched as he took the tag from you, fixing it in place behind your ID tag. His heavy breaths were escaping from behind his balaclava for a moment, he was in deep concentration trying to manouver the little tag with his huge hands. You grinned when you heard him swear at it.
“There, you’re stuck with me now,” he said matter of factly, giving the tags a playful tug when he was done. “How’s the collar feel? Not too tight?”
“It’s good, sir,” you shrugged, still marvelling that he was willing to take you on. “Feels a lot better than the old one.”
“That’s cause this,” he grunted, throwing your old collar into Price’s wastebin. “Was a piece of shit.”
You snorted out a laugh and watched as it disappeared into a mass of paper, going deep down to its crinkly death. You couldn’t disagree. It had been rough and frayed either age for far too long and they’d used it to grab you and haul you around like a hay bale for even longer. This new collar, was much smoother an….
d far more pleasant on your neck.
“It suits you,” Price smiled. “I know you’ll be a great addition to the team…that said, are you ready to go meet Gaz and Soap?”
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little-diable · 6 months
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Hair - Spencer Reid (smut)
This came to me as I was listening to "Hair" by Suriel Hess. I know this situation has been used numerous times before, but I felt like it fits the song just too well. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: The team is sent to the place (y/n) had left about ten years ago, leaving all her trauma and sorrows behind. But as she has run ins with familiar faces, Spencer has to pick up the pieces, catching her before she can fall.
Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, outdoor sex, bits of possessiveness, colleagues to lovers, some angst (see summary)
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader (2.4k words)
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“(Y/n), can I speak to you for a moment?” Hotch’s voice echoed through the morning, forcing (y/n) to slow down, watching the rest of the team disappear down the hallway. Wordlessly she followed Hotch into his office, arms crossed in front of her chest, waiting for her boss to start talking. “We’re going back to your hometown.”
“I know, Hotch, listen-“ he interrupted her with a raise of his hand, making her straighten her posture even more. For a few seconds neither of them said a word, clinging to the silence now engulfing them. She felt his intense gaze on her, felt him reading her every micro-expression, awfully aware of the tension holding her body hostage. 
“I’ll trust you to be honest with me, you tell me if you want out.” She nodded her head, keeping her lips pressed together, till Aaron let go of a sigh, murmuring a short “I’ll be down in a few”, watching (y/n) leave the office. 
With her heart pounding, and her mind racing (y/n) grabbed her go-bag, finding her way to the rest of the team. It’ll be alright, it has to be. 
You're afraid, said people get too comfortable, need a change, said there's something else you're looking for
……
“(Y/n)?” Spencer’s voice ripped her out of her thoughts, hazy eyes finding his concerned ones. He was standing closer than she had anticipated, almost taking a step back. Her colleague stared her down, waiting for her to speak.
„I, uhm, sorry. What did you say, Spence?“ (Y/n)’s voice trembled, needing to clear her throat. He took a step back, turning to his bag, seemingly deep in thought. She watched him unpack, carefully placing his things down on the hotel bed they were supposed to share for the duration of this case. 
“Just asked if you’re okay, that’s all. You know you can talk to me, right?” With a sigh leaving her (y/n) plopped down on the bed, groaning as she rubbed her eyes. 
“I know, I promise I’m alright. It’s just been a long day.” Spencer watched her for a few more seconds before he placed the book he was now holding down, walking closer once again. He sat down next to her, hands folded in his lap. 
“It must be hard being back here.” (Y/n) couldn’t stop her groan from leaving her, angrily rising to her feet with her hands tugging on the roots of her hair. Frustration thumped through her veins, filling her body with every passing second. She hated being treated like this, hated being looked down on like a ticking time bomb about to rip them all to shreds. 
“Not you too, Spencer, please. Just drop it.” Spencer had to watch her reach for her jacket, unable to stop her from leaving their shared hotel room, leaving nothing but a simple “I’ll be back later” to echo through the room.  
He didn’t pick up on the shallow breaths leaving her, he didn’t pick up on the way she fumbled with her fingers, scratching the fabric of her leather jacket. Spencer didn’t pick up on the tears welling up in her eyes, and not even (y/n) did, at least not till she left the hotel with a tear dripping from her chin. 
(Y/n) wrapped her arms tightly around herself, walking the streets she hadn’t walked in over ten years. A strange melancholic feeling flushed through her, a feeling so threatening (y/n) couldn’t stop her body from guiding her to the home she had cut ties with back then. 
Her eyes took in the familiar walls, the windows she had once looked out of. Pain tugged at her heart, a sensation so blinding, (y/n) had to force her teeth into her lower lip. She couldn’t stop her eyes from focusing on the frame of people appearing in the windows, making her heart skip a few beats. 
If you're bored to death with your hair, you can cut it, maybe you'll feel something new, change what you want when you want if you want it, I'll still feel the same about you
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“Reid and (y/n), go back to the scene. I want you to talk to the neighbour again, she must have heard something.” Wordlessly (y/n) followed Spencer to the black SUV, watching him pull out of the station, eyes set on the road ahead. 
“When did you come back?” Their eyes met for a few seconds, before Spencer switched his attention back onto the road, not picking up on the pained expression tugging on her features. She had a hard time speaking up, opting to take a sip of her coffee before she gave in. 
“Around two. I’m sorry Spence, I didn’t mean to lash out on you.” A smile tugged on his lips, a smile so bright (y/n) couldn’t help but chuckle. The sound got stuck in her throat as Spencer’s hand found her knee, softly squeezing. He pulled his hand back within seconds, and yet her mind couldn’t help but focus on the tingling sensation the touch had left, a sensation so strong (y/n) had to avert her gaze, staring out of the window. 
There had been something going on between the two of them for months, unspoken feelings, unfamiliar sensations, unaddressed longings. Whatever it was, it kept the both of them on their toes, wondering if they should do something about the way their hearts skipped beats whenever they were close, wondering if they should do something about the heat flushing through their systems whenever their eyes met. Both Spencer and (y/n) knew that they could easily lose their jobs, not daring to go against the laws they were supposed to follow. 
“I just want you to know that I’m always here for you, that’s all.” His words forced her eyes back to his features, admiring the handsome profiler who was now parking the car. With a soft “I know” leaving her, (y/n) followed him out into the warm morning, standing a few steps behind him as he knocked on the red door, waiting for the witness (y/n) hadn’t met just yet. 
(Y/n)’s breath got hitched in her chest as the door was pushed open, exposing a familiar face she hadn’t seen in almost a decade. The elderly woman’s eyes met hers, pupils dilating before a smile tugged on her lips, inviting the two in. Before (y/n) could even begin to speak greeting words, she was pulled in for a tight hug, a sensation so lovingl, (y/n) feared she’d break out in tears all over again. 
“Oh (y/n), it’s so good to see you again.” 
Sure, there's a chance that, one day, you'll regret it, and that day might feel like the end, your hair will grow back, honey, don't you forget it, I'll love you now 'til when it's long again
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“Where are we going?” (Y/n)’s murmurs filled the car, watching the police station pass by. Spencer kept driving, not replying as a grin tugged on his lips. She chuckled his name, watching him shake his head. The familiar streets tugged at her heartstrings, wondering how Spencer knew how to navigate through the area, not seeing through his plan just yeet
Only as they entered a familiar area of the forest did (y/n) slowly realise where he was taking her. Her eyes snapped back to his, murmuring Spencer’s name.
“You remember?” Months ago, as they were trying to pass time on the jet, the two of them had played a game of twenty questions, learning more about one another. While he had told her about his mother, about his time in school, about the struggles he had faced, she had told him all about this very place, the safe spot she had ran to whenever things at home got messy. 
“Of course I do, I knew it’d come in handy one day.” The SUV began to slow down, parked near the lake (y/n) had spent most of her summers at. He watched her get out, watched her walk closer to the body of water, soaking up the silence, the sunshine, the comfort now filling her body. 
“Thank you, Spence.” Slowly he came to a halt next to her, sending (y/n) a smile before he forced himself to avert his gaze. But (y/n) kept looking at him, clinging onto the unfamiliar confidence guiding her on, reaching for his jaw, feeling the shadow of his beard scratching her thumb, tilting his head back towards her. There was no need to speak up, no need to explain what was about to happen, like two magnets pulled closer, they crossed the distance between them. Their lips met slowly at first, trying to adjust to the new sensation, trying to get familiar with one another’s lips. 
A moan rumbled through (y/n) as Spencer pushed her against the SUV, nestling between her thighs without breaking the kiss once. She felt his left hand wandering down her back, pushing her even closer, not wanting to let go just yet. Both searched one another’s closeness, clinging to the racing of their heart, to the heat making them shudder. 
(Y/n) couldn’t stop her hands from finding his shirt, toying with the first few buttons, popping one open before Spencer pulled back, desperate to catch his breath. 
“We shouldn’t do this here, I want you to be comfortable.” She didn’t give him any time to inhale another shaky breath of air, only shaking her head. 
“I’m as comfortable as I can be, I need you, Spence, please.” With a groan rumbling through him, he pulled her back down from the hood of the black SUV, toying with the button of her trousers. Their lips found back together once again, desperate to free themselves from the clothes keeping them separated. Without another warning, (y/n) found herself being turned around, front pushed against the hood she had been sitting on moments ago. 
“We have to be quick, I don’t want to risk anybody seeing you like this. I don’t like sharing what’s mine.” Her heart skipped a beat at the possessiveness dripping from his words, making her walls clench around nothing. All (y/n) could do was listen to the sounds Spencer produced, giving room to a moan leaving her as the breeze met her now bare cunt, a sight that forced a similar sound out of Spencer. 
His hand found her heat, finding her pulsing bundle of nerves, rubbing it just enough to heighten her senses, to make her toes curl. (Y/n) found herself struggling to hold on, needing to claw her fingernails into something, not used to her body reacting to these kinds of touches with a sensation this intense. 
“I want to take my time with you, want to treat you just like you deserve to be treated, but fuck, I need to feel you around me, I’ve been waiting too long for this to happen.” The sound of his teeth ripping open a silvery foil packet echoed through the air, once again leaving her tensing. All (y/n) could do was moan a soft “Me too”, making a smirk tug on his lips.
Spencer pushed into her from behind, slowly, carefully, giving the both of them a few moments to adjust before he pulled back out – only to push back in with more force. He fucked her with calculated thrusts, knowing exactly how and where to touch her, disappearing inside of her deeper and deeper with every thrust. Spencer stretched her perfectly, making her squeeze her eyes shut, unable to hold back with the sounds clawing through her. 
The sound of their bodies meeting could be heard from all around them, giving into the longing that has kept them awake for nights on end, guiding them through each and every morning. (Y/n) desperately wanted to see the pleasure tugging on Spencer’s features, needing to watch him slowly unfold, but the ferocious thrusts of his didn’t give her any time to ponder over her thoughts, forgetting her own name whenever his cock pressed against that one sensitive spot. 
“Feels so good, Spence, so good.” His raspy chuckles left her walls fluttering, a sensation forcing a few moans out of Spencer. Both could tell that the other was close, unable to hold back after dreaming of this moment for so long. And yet neither of them wanted to give in just yet, holding onto the seconds fading by way too quickly. 
“My pretty girl, so fucking tight, so perfect for me.” (Y/n)’s hand found its way to her bundle of nerves, rubbing it in sync with the pace of his ruthless thrusts, pushing herself closer and closer to the edge. Like a burning match alighting a fuel station Spencer set her body on fire, making her tremble and moan as she came with his name rolling off her tongue. 
“Don’t stop, Spence, don’t.” Her murmurs guided him on, fucking into her for a few more seconds before he let go with a groan, forehead pressed against her clothed spine. Spencer gave it some more thrusts before he pulled away with a sigh, letting go of her to redress, throwing the condom into the close by trash can.
He pulled her in for another kiss, cradling her face in his warm hands. Both stared at one another, unable to bite down their smiles, at least not till the sound of his phone echoing through the air ripped them apart, realising how much time had passed since they’d left the station. And with a chuckle rumbling through them, they began to drive back, fingers interlaced, hearts intertwined. 
Your hair will grow back, honey, don't you forget it, I'll love you now 'til when it's long again
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merakiui · 1 month
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time loop angst where floyd is destined to live the same day over and over with you, and he can't understand why that is. it's such an unremarkable day, too. just the two of you living life. it was fun the first few times, but now he's lost count of how many days have been lived in repetition and it's so boring. the only thing that makes it bearable is his little shrimpy. he's happy you're here with him, stuck in this insufferable time loop, otherwise he's sure he'd have gone insane from the repetition.
it isn't until floyd realizes that, outside of the loop, you're gone. you've been gone for years, and you're never coming back.
suddenly, the happy days aren't so pleasant. suddenly, he's forced to confront the very thing he's been avoiding.
the loop will end once floyd finally accepts it and moves on, intending to heal. he's been so stuck in his own head, unable to let go of the ghost of you, that he's put himself in this loop.
the worst part of it is that you don't know anything. the shrimpy he wakes up to every morning is so very tangible. you smile, you kiss him, you hug him. your heart is beating in your chest. you're breathing, alive in his arms like everything's okay.
floyd knows it's not right to stay in the loop, even though he desperately wants to. it'll only hurt him more, but goodness does it feel wonderful to embrace you after years apart. half of him doesn't want to move on. it's difficult to get out of bed when he's grieving. it's difficult to find the motivation to breathe and eat and do everything that often came normal to him before your passing. he has to try.
even when he feels stagnant, crushed and heartbroken, the world is always continuing in its usual current.
he has to try. it's all he can do. move forward and try even when it's a challenge.
the next time floyd wakes his bed is empty. he sits up in a dark room, the curtains closed to block out the sun. someone's been ringing his doorbell for what's felt like hours. he peers around the room. you're not here.
the loops's been broken.
floyd drags himself out of bed. the floor is covered in clutter: trash and dirty laundry and crumbs. he should clean that. you used to gently nag him when things got too messy, and he'd always listen. he's not sure how many days or weeks or months he's lived in the same t-shirt and sweatpants, so it's refreshing when he finally strips them off and showers. he doesn't think much. he moves on autopilot. the water feels nice.
the doorbell keeps ringing. floyd, simmering in his irritation, throws it open, ready to deliver a hard punch to whoever's stupid enough to stick around and bother him on this unremarkable monday morning.
jade stands on the other side of the door, holding a bag from the local bakery and a container of what looks to be homemade takoyaki. azul is just a few inches behind, fidgeting awkwardly on his feet. he's clutching a bouquet. it's a happy one, unlike the many mourning arrangements that were sent by friends and family in the wake of your passing.
floyd blinks at them, confused. "what's up?"
they stare back, owlish. azul clears his throat. "you... you're doing all right?" his tone is careful, treading lightly.
"you haven't been answering your phone," jade adds gently, cluing him in on one of the reasons for their concern and, thus, their arrival.
"oh. yeah, my bad. s'not charged. kinda forgot to keep up with it." floyd cards his hand through his hair, exhaling a heavy sigh. "didn't feel like talkin' to anyone, so i didn't want anyone callin'."
"would it be okay if we step in? we've brought your favorites."
floyd glances into his apartment for a minute and then back at jade and azul. he steps aside, shrugging. "be my guest."
he's going to try. for your sake. for jade's sake. for azul's sake. for his mother and father's sake. for his own sake.
he's going to try. one day at a time.
sitting at the table, eating takoyaki and chatting about simple, mundane things, floyd feels peace for the first time in years.
he's going to try. one day at a time.
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nejiverse · 1 year
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BLLK BF HEADCANONS
Bachira, Chigiri, Rin, Isagi
In which I write headcanons about how the boys would be in a relationship Fem! Reader
cw: suggestive content, mentions of kissing and making out, the boys are whipped
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wc: hell if I know 💀
Bf! Bachira who always feels the need to join in when you’re singing a song quietly to yourself.
—“This isn’t a duo Meguru”
—“No baby it’s actually a trio”
—“Who’s the third person?”
—“The monster of course!”
Bf! Bachira who’s constantly playing footsie with you whenever he gets the chance, just to get a reaction out of you. He loves when he places his cold feet against your calf and you squirm.
Bf! Bachira who loves to lay his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat as he rants to you about his day.
Bf! Bachira who chases your lips for more kisses. One is never enough for him, he gets all whiny when you don’t give him more kisses so please do
Bf! Bachira who is a back hug enthusiast. He’ll envelop you in a back hug anytime, anywhere with his hands massaging your waist…there was one time where he moved a hand to rub smooth circles around your stomach, rambling on about how nice it would be to see you carrying his child— you completely folded.
Bf! Bachira who’s lock screen and home screen are of you. His lock screen being a picture of you and him making funny faces and his home screen being a picture that he may not want everyone to see, only him.
Bf! Bachira who’s lowkey a yandere, but a less threatening one in a way. He wants to keep you safe and is quite overprotective of you, getting frustrated if he so much as sees another guy look at you, but he does this because he doesn’t have much in life that he truly cares about, but you are the exception and he wouldn’t know what to do if he ever lost you
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Bf! Chigiri who acts like he isn’t phased by your little acts of affection like kissing his cheek or making eye contact with him but he is, severely. He discretely plays it off by using his hand to cover his cheeks.
Bf! Chigiri who allows you to touch his hair which is an honour since he had never let anyone else touch it
Bf! Chigiri who always wakes up before you because he tends to be moody in the mornings and doesn’t want to take his emotions out on you
Bf! Chigiri who’s favorite thing to do is pull you into his lap and hug your torso as he rests his head in the crook of your neck as to smell your (insert scent) scented perfume that he loves so much
Bf! Chigiri who enjoys going out on jogs with you even though often you can’t keep up. He’ll turn around only to see you literally gasping for air and will chuckle before spreading his arms out for you to run into, sort of as motivation. He’ll only do that when there isn’t a lot of people around which is why he prefers evening jogs— he’s not a fan of PDA
Bf! Chigiri who allows you to straddle him when you two make out, he is putty in your hands when it comes to physical touch. You enjoyed teasing him in times like these by abruptly stopping and seeing his facial expressions change into an unsatisfied one. He wouldn’t say anything though but his face tells it all.
Bf! Chigiri who has a love-hate relationship when it comes to you calling him princess as a joke
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Bf! Rin who will literally force you to watch horror movies with him but will put his hand over your eyes when he senses a jumpscare coming. (He’s watched so many that he automatically knows when it’s coming)
Bf! Rin who has a hand in the back pocket of your pants when you two walk past a big group of people
Bf! Rin who makes sure you’re always on the inside of the footpath and he’s on the outside
Bf! Rin who is generally very subtle with his acts of kindness towards you, to make sure you never call him out on it and tease him.
But when you two are in bed together, he can’t help but spoon you with one hand over your chest and the other across your waist and his chin against the crown of your head— Bf! Rin who is the definition of wolf on the streets but a pup in the sheets
Bf! Rin who when you two are in bed like that is at his most vunerable.
—“You’re never leaving me”
—“You’re pretty much the only person I can tolerate, be honoured”
—“You’re not lukewarm or half-baked…i suppose”
Im sorry but i cannot imagine this man saying ‘i love you’ directly, these are what you’re getting
Bf! Rin who gets annoyed when you pull him on his words being all mushy and cute, resulting in him scooting out to the farthest side of the bed away from you with his back turned to you
Bf! Rin who ignores how you climb on top of him and shake him around, muttering a string of insincere apologies between your giggles
—“You know I hate the back treatment!”
—“Yeah well if that’s the case then you’re gonna have to beg for my forgiveness”
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Bf! Isagi who admits to practicing asking you to be his girlfriend in the mirror multiple times before he actually did
Bf! Isagi who is unintentionally always talking about you to his friends
—“That’s also Y/n’s favourite flavour!”
—“Y/n was mentioning that the other day actually”
He’s locked in fr
Bf! Isagi who loves teaching you how to play soccer. He also finds it extremely attractive when he sees beads of sweat rolling down your skin but he’ll never say it to you which leaves you confused as to why his face is so flustered
Bf! Isagi who never breaks pinky promises. He thinks it’s cute that you still believe in them
Bf! Isagi who just thinks you’re the coolest person ever to exist (I can imagine your relationship being like shikimori and izumi if you’ve watched the anime shikimori’s not just a cutie)
Bf! Isagi who’s tongue needs to be held when he hears someone talk bad about you…he gets mad disrespectful
Bf! Isagi who is always mesmerised by the outfits you come up with when he says he wants to take you somewhere nice. His jaw is on the floor every time.
Bf! Isagi who’s got a way with words
—“I hope you know how much you mean to me”
—“You’ve just blessed my eyes Y/n!”
—“Its just..i’m really happy when you’re around”
Masterlist here :)
A/N: this was so fun to write, who should I do next (i haven’t read the manga yet btw😭)
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"Have you always been so damn ugly?"
"Hahaha...Fuck you."
PLATONIC ALASTOR X GN!READER
Warning: bit of a small oc.
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YOU SIGHED LAYING on your bed tired like always as your counterpart, Neno is beside you purring. His black shadowy body hold you as you face the ceiling. It's not like you are a depressed person who has no social energy battery and stay in your room not wanting to talk to people. Of course you totally aren't like that...
You heard a static noise outside your door, you narrow your eyes seeing a red glow outside your door. "What the fuck..." you say to yourself seeing the glow. Neno opens his white glowing eyes as he lets go of your body and moves swiftly to the door. It seems like he know who it is as you get off your bed and open the door.  And there he is, the radio demon who smiles down at you.
"Why hello my shadowy fellow/madam!" He says entering your room as you tried to protest him entering. "Well this won't do!" He pulls open your curtain windows to let the light in. Neno hisses going into your shadow as your eyebags show. Alastor smiles that shit eating grin as he sits on your bed. "Well? Why don't you sit down my dear friend, we got things to discuss!" You just stand there side eyeing him.
"Have you always been so damn ugly?" Is what you said that came into your mind.
"Hahaha...Fuck you." Alastor says staring at you waving got you to sit with him.
No way in hell are you talking to the radio demon.
AND HERE YOU are ranting about how shitty your morning went about how you felt like shit and how you felt no motivation or feelings at all. Alastor just stares and nod with a smile listening to you. You don't even know why you are actually venting to him about. Sometimes with yourself, you have these weird feelings where you can't feel anything but you aren't depressed. You just can't understand some things really.
Alastor stops you from going into deep context as he smiles thinking of something. "Why don't we go for a walk my dear friend!" He says enthusiastic. You just stare at him with a blank stare...."I'm not your frie-" Alastor snaps his fingers as he has you in an outfit that seems a bit old timey. Kinda seems off the way you dressed back in the 2000's but you liked the color palette it has.
Your hair looked better as you smile looking at Neno who gave you a thumbs up with Alastor and his own shadow counterpart. "Okay! Not bad old man." "I am not an old man" he says with a slight twitch in his eye. "Whatever man" you say chuckling softly at him. Next thing you know you go picked up onto alastor's shoulder with a blank confused face as he takes you out your room.
"Now let's go on an adventure. Can't let you rot in your room like some kind of corpse dear!"
YOU "WALKED" around pentagram city still on alastor's shoulder as he hums a tune while you just sat there in his shoulder like a little kid leaving sea world/ Disney world with their father.
"Where are we even going Alastor...."
"Somewhere~" he said in a song tune way.
You just sighed as he wasn't even giving you a straight answer. You felt a "bling" in your pocket. That must be your hell phone. You looked at it to see the contact, "BIG BOSS🔥" calling you. You answer him hearing a bunch of quacks and tools hitting the ground.
"Heyyyyy....ducklinggg" you heard Lucifer says awkwardly. "Hello. Sir." You said flatly. Lucifer's silly smile faltered hearing your flat tone as he sighs.
"Listen I'm sorry I didn't order you right the things for you. I was busy." You heard another quack and a squeak.
"Busy making a doll house for your ducks?"
".....low blow but I can send you your favorite pastry!" He says excitedly on his end of the phone.
You stayed quiet this time but smile showing your sharp teeth, "sure man. I'll forgive you." "FANTASTIC! I'll see you in 2 hours!"
"Wait wh-" and the phone hang up.
Why the hell he said he was gonna order them to you, but come in person...
NOW YOU WERE confused even more as you reach a part of town you didn't even know. Alastor smiles as you see demons with black eyes like those were cartoons you use to watch back then. But the town seems lovely and lively as you see a person giving out cotton candy.
Your eyes light up, catching the taller male's attention as he smirks turning his walking direction to the cotton candy stand.
"Hello mister, I would like one cotton candy for the little lady/fellow on my beloved shoulder." Alastor said as you felt embarrassed by how some people watched you as you fidget with your fingers. The man nods with a sharp teethed smile and gave Alastor, who gives you your cotton candy.
You smile awkwardly taking the cotton candy from Alastor and ate it. You gotta admit it was tasty as fuck! The candy melted on your tongue and your eyes lit up like shimmering glitter in a summer sun. Alastor smile softly at you and turns to building while you eat. As Alastor enters you heard a ladies voice.
"Yeah, and I would eat my husband too!"
You turn to see a lady who is wearing an old timey fit and she is very tall, slender-built demon with pale gray skin, and a wide mouth full of sharp light pink teeth, black-colored lips and dusty-pink cheeks. Her eyes are pitch-black.
You always liked to look at people sometimes to observe, it's a weird habit of yours at times but you must admit this lady was beautiful.
"Oh Rosie dear!"
"Alastor hon!" The lady says cheery as she walks to Alastor and you. You hopped off of Alastor landing on Neno who held his hand for you to softly get on the ground. The two overlords hug as you finally noticed who she was. She was the one Alastor told you about sometimes.
"Oh and who is this cutie! Aw I could just eat you up!"
"Please don't." You said with an awkward smile as she pinches your cheek like a granny.
She chuckles putting a hand to her face, "oh don't worry, Alastor told me all about you and how such a dearie you are to him at times."
You raised a brow at that. "Really?" You looked at Alastor who seems to be ignoring your gaze as you just scrunched your face up in confusion.
"Why yes! You're the [animal/shadow] demon he was talking about!" She says as she cups her hands in your. Neno watches as he swirls around your body and playful nibbles on Rosie who chuckles. "And this much be your pet!" "Counter part actually.." Rosie had a surprised look as she looks into Neno's eyes which is pure white, opposite from Rosie's own eyes.
"Well isn't that swell..."
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(I'm tired so I can't finish the part where you get to hang out with Lucifer again. My head ache and me being drowsy as shit isn't helping. Hope you enjoyed this)
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The Monster That Lurked
Alastor x GN!Reader
A/N:Hey hey! I'm in a really angsty mood and decided to write a full fledged fic about my own work of ‘Monster In The Woods’!!! YAY!!! ALSO A FRIENDS TO LOVERS DEAL- SUE ME. Also you can picture Human Alastor or Alastor anyway you want cause I don’t really describe him much except for what he is wearing and I picture Alastor a certain way in my head. This got long I apologize.
TW: Set in the 1920-30’s, Human Alastor and his murders. Pre-established relationships, cheating, Alastor “stealing” you away from your husband.Alastor and Reader have known each other for a long time already. Reader is also some sort of fucked up, in like the murder way. Talks about cheating, fighting, Gore, Christianity and religion in general. MURDER VERY MUCH MURDER
Word Count: 7k
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1927, the days filled with laughter and partying whilst listening to jazz standing with your husband..well you were waiting outside a sleazy bar for your husband, the same drunkard that your father had married you off to. He wasn’t your first choice neither was he your last choice. You would’ve been fine not marrying anybody and just living your life hidden from prying eyes, you would rather be somewhere in the Louisiana bayou with Alastor. Just sitting and listening to him ramble on about a new show he was talking about or how some poor lad got on his bad side. 
But yet you were standing on the sidewalk in front of a sleazy bar with even sleazier patrons as you stared at your husband through one of the windows as he hit on the same poor dame that served him. He cheated all the time and yet you never cared, was it because you never truly loved him or was it the fact you’d rather picture his own death while he begged god for his sins. You couldn’t tell anymore and a part of you didn’t want to know anymore. The other part of you wanted to delve deeper into your own thoughts, wanted to open the door that was locked and barricaded for your own good. You wanted to understand what it felt like to rip flesh from bone and see how long it would take for him to lose consciousness from the blood loss.
A loud honk from a passing car made you jump out of your skin and look around, feeling the small box in your pocket, it was supposed to be for your husband but he didn’t deserve it, he would’ve just sold it eagerly for some kind of money to waste his life away. That’s fine you knew a man who would appreciate it more than him anyway. The same man whose voice was happily broadcasted on every radio for miles around, you could practically hear his smile through the radio static and fuzz. Your heartbeat a little faster than it should’ve just thinking about him, he was your friend and that was it. Friends don’t have crushes on friends. This was just a way to spoil him for being a good friend of yours. Right?
You couldn’t bother him right now, you knew better so you did what you always did. Went back home and made yourself busy until he eventually made his way over to your house. He was always quick enough to get to your house before your drunken husband did but stayed around long enough (i.e in the early hours of the morning) so you wouldn’t have to deal with anything unnecessary and you eventually went to bed. Then he would’ve disappeared for a few days but he came back around. You didn’t question him or his ways, you knew better. A part of you did want to question his motives but you held your tongue like you always did.
Your husband wasn’t a necessarily violent man..just dumb and constantly drinking, said some nasty words too. If it wasn’t for you, Alastor would’ve probably done him in by now. Especially when he was talking bad about his Mother, you saw the way Alastor stared at your husband. The same angry look you gave him when he had gotten on your last nerve. But before Alastor could get to him, some other patron did. Knocked your husband’s nose sideways and a tooth completely out. Bastard deserved it completely and till this day you don’t visit that place. You needed a fucking drink thinking about your husband but the bastard drunk your house completely dry.
A knock on your front door snapped you out of your thoughts and as you turned towards your front door, the man of the hour had walked through your door. A huge grin plastered on his face, one hand holding a bottle of whiskey and in the other today's paper. “Ah ha! There you are, My Dear!” He called out his suit absolutely spotless. A smile formed on your lips as you grabbed two glasses from the cupboard, waving him towards one of the only rooms your husband doesn’t enter. “You had me worrying there for a moment,” He said tilting his head back towards you as he led you to the parlor room, “Maybe that husband of yours was back from wherever he was lurking.” He finished his smile falling into a snarl, Alastor was also not a huge fan of your husband from the start. You never asked why as you both didn’t want to think of him during your little time together.
“Please..you know better than I do that he’s hitting up on a poor dame at the bar.” You replied, sitting the glasses down on the table causing him to make a noise in acknowledgement, “At this point, Alastor..I’m believing you're a mind reader with how you just appear with whiskey in hand at my front door.” At that? He let out a loud belly laugh leaning in closer to you allowing his gaze to soften as he stared at your features before he leaned away opening the bottle of whiskey. This was going to be a long night for the both of you and you had forgotten all about the gift.
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A couple weeks had passed since you last saw Alastor in person but you didn’t fret, he had called the next day to tell you he had made it back home safely. Something he had picked up ever since you had asked him to stay the night so long ago, you were-..are still scared of your own thoughts. The ones that dare creep out, the ones who tell you to crack open your husband’s chest and rip out his still beating heart. The ones who you don’t dare tell a soul and you sure as hell won’t tell Alastor, he’d think you're insane. But you knew..you were slowly losing yourself and everyday it was one step closer to killing your husband.
Walking into the kitchen and rolling your eyes seeing your husband looking like hell, “Hungover John?” You hissed out as you moved past him a grunt falling from his lips in reply, “Shut the fuck up..” He hissed out speech still slurred as half assed venom dripped from his tongue. “I wasn’t the one up at 1 in the morning drinking with that no good radio host.” You froze your hand twitching towards the knife on the counter but stopped yourself, “I wasn’t the one who was at the bar drinking his sorrows away whilst trying to bed another dame for the twentieth time this week.” You hissed back, sending a glare towards him. 
John stood up fully and walked towards you getting into your face, hand raising to no doubt strike you. But nothing came as someone cleared their voice, an icy cold tone to it. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Friend.” Alastor..fuck you forgot about him and his way of just walking into your house. You had drunkenly given him a key one night, ‘Just in case’ you told him. You were glad that you did because as soon as he heard Alastor’s cold voice he immediately backed up and stormed off deeper into the house.
Alastor’s cold gaze had followed the poor idiotic man as he disappeared into the home before they snapped back onto you. “Are you alright?” He asked the venom and anger laced in his voice gone but you saw how his eyes still held his anger, like they did when that fool had talked bad about his Mother. You often had envy and wished that you could know a mother’s gentle hand guiding you towards a better life. But criminals only give birth to criminals, your mother had left the Earth so long ago you don’t even remember what she looked like anymore but sometimes when you look into a crowd you see a familiar figure and a part of you becomes elated before it crashes and burns into the ground. 
“I’m fine, Alastor.” You replied softly as you glanced down the hallway where your husband stormed off. Alastor sat silent watching your face keep still but the sadness in your eyes was apparent, he knew you yearned for freedom and solace. He knew how you would rather be a thousand miles away from your “husband”- God he hated that word and man, if he could’ve he would’ve killed him a long time ago. Walking over he softly hummed, “Let me take you out on the town, Dear…a way to get your head cleared.” He whispered, reaching over and carefully placing his hand on your shoulder. He watched your eyes once almost so lifeless and dull flicker to life at the thought, “All day?” You asked, glancing at him, the warmness in your eyes returning, a small smile forming on your lips. Hook…line…and sinker, he’s got you right where he wants you, perfectly safe in his hands.
“Of course, Dear! Now go on, go get dressed!” he hummed his smile, returning as he guided you to go down to your own bedroom which was supposed to be the guest bedroom. You never explained why you had moved bedrooms but he didn’t need to guess or ask. It was abundantly clear to anyone who had stepped foot in your household, this “marriage” wasn’t full of love. It was only necessary and after the first year of it, you had grown cold. That man had taken away any semblance of your hope and happiness for a better life. Alastor hummed a tune that played from his radio broadcasts as he looked around your home, he’s seen the decor and fake photos that hung up on the wall a million times but yet it never gets old. Especially when he’s staring at the photo of you on your wedding day, the way the smile doesn’t reach your eyes. “What are you still doing here?” A slurred voice asked, causing him to calmly look over. His smile grew wider at the sight of the boy in front of him. That wasn’t a man..far from it. “Good to see you at least a little sober, Jonathan.” He hummed, dodging the question thrown his way. 
“Shut the fuck up, Alastor.” John threw back, moving closer as Alastor’s eyes darkened. Just a little closer..and then he’d be gone for good. “John!” You yelled out making the man flinch and Alastor’s heart raced, oh how he loved hearing that venom lace your tongue; it was always a delight to see how commanding you were when you wanted to be. When Alastor first met you, you were quiet yet happy and you hadn’t been married to this fool. Such a lovely little mouse minding your own business when you had accidentally bumped into him. He wouldn’t believe anyone if they said meeting you would change his life. You had spilled wine on his suit, yet you didn’t freak out when you saw his eyes flicker angrily. Only apologized and paid for his new suit with the money you had been saving up to leave for good, he wouldn’t find that out until a year later.
John looked over at you with anger but soon he once again stormed out of the house cursing you and Alastor. Alastor looked over at you with a gentle smile returning to his lips as he guided you to the front door. “Come now~ Let’s paint the town red, Dear” He called out laughing at his own little joke making you roll your eyes at his antics. Silly man.
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Hours happily passed by and the day turned into night from swinging into tailors and from jazz clubs to socialite parties so you both could secretly judge people between hushed breaths, he eventually led you down to a park that was lit up with lampposts every so often before sitting down on a park bench under the moonlights soft glow. Your laughter had died down into a comfortable silence as you glanced over at Alastor. His leg crossed the other one, “I haven’t seen someone so eager to play the fool in one of those parties.” He laughed out, tapping his thumb on his knee, “Something on my face, Darling?” You jumped and looked away, “No no..sorry I..I’ve been lost in my own thoughts recently, Alastor.” 
He looked over at you, you were unusually silent the whole night. “Can I tell you something?” You asked, watching as you finally looked over, oh he could never get used to those eyes of yours and that darling little smile was everything to him. “Of course, Darling.” He reached over and carefully plucked a stray leaf from your shoulder, his attention fully on you. You looked down, hands trembling..you had to tell him, you could tell him right? “Nevermind it, you’d think I’d gone insane.” You corrected and cleared your throat leaning back into the cooled bench. You felt uncomfortably hot despite the cold air, winter was right around the corner.
Using his hand to rub at his chin as he hummed your favorite tune he played on air, this piqued his curiosity much more than he’d like to admit. “I’d never think such a thing, my friend!” He replied throwing his hand up in the air as if to actually try and swat those thoughts away from your mind. “Tell me whenever you feel ready to do so, my Dear!~” He was always willing to listen to you even if it was about nothing, your voice was practically music to his ears. Closing his eyes as a cold breeze hit his face as he continued to hum along to fill the silent night, he suspected it was your..’husband’..the cause of all your misery. The way your honeyed voice was now constantly laced with venom and authority as if you had to fight to even allow your voice to be heard. Your silence had felt like an eternity for him but he knew it had only been a moment or two, he didn’t realize how addicted to your voice he had become.
“I..I’ve been having thoughts.” You started making him look over at you, his eyes narrowing in concern at your form, how small you had looked at the moment. He had leaned forward and took his jacket off before draping it over your figure not minding how the cold nipped at his skin but he didn’t interrupt you, he knew better to do so. “Angry thoughts..well they started out that way but now they’ve turned into something more..violent.” You explained carefully pulling his jacket closer to your frame, eyes casted off in the woods. You imagine some man standing there, blood covering his hands and drenching his shirt, a wicked smile on his face as he looked up into the night sky and laughed out loud for god to hear him. 
Alastor followed your gaze as his humming slowed down until it completely stopped to allow the silence to fill the air, his smile pulling into a more sinister one at how he finally understood. The same one that happened to find its way on his lips after killing his latest victim, he quickly rubbed his hand over his mouth allowing the smile to drop before you could catch a glimpse of it. “I think of what it would feel like to rip flesh from bone..to finally choke him out..I want to know what it feels like to snub out a life..his life. I’m not a violent person and these thoughts terrify me, I try to keep them hidden but…sometimes they slip out.” You finish up finally noticing how tight your throat felt and the tears falling down your face. It felt great to finally get that off your chest but now the anxiety of it all set in, would he rat you out to the police? Would he hate you?
“I don’t remember when they started. Was it when I was forced to get married to him? I’d tell myself I can save enough money and start somewhere new..but then I’d miss you..miss your early morning show and our late night talks.” You confessed spilling your problems out onto the sidewalk like a drunkard when he had spilled his guts on the pavement. You were pathetic in your own way. Alastor watched you for a few moments before carefully pulling you into his side, using a handkerchief tucked into his vest pocket to carefully wipe your tears away. “No more tears, dear friend.” he whispered, allowing you to hide your face into his shoulder as his arm wrapped around your waist. 
He was at a crossroad in his own mind, should he tell you not to go with it? He wouldn’t want you to go into this dirty mess. But he also wants you to feel the rush of adrenaline when snubbing out a life, he wants to help. But either way if you did or didn’t he’d take care of it..in some way or another. No one should hurt his little mouse in such a way and get away with it. It was silent for a long time as you calmed yourself and he held you with a softness that was foreign to himself and most others. 
“I always..I always imagined running away with you..to some old house down near the bayou.” You whispered out feeling the familiar chain that hung on his vest, the one hidden under his jacket. He leaned his head against yours and hummed in reply. It sounded picture perfect in his mind.
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You sat at the church pew next to your ‘husband’ and kept your head down as you listened in on the priest doing his normal sermon. The only time your husband had decided to not be drunk and clean up for once in his life was always on Sundays or when his family was coming over. Something you always ran away from, you stayed in the empty parlor with a glass of water and a small book. His mother was never kind to you nor his sisters, you chose to ignore them and their gossip. Especially when you had to be seated around them in a church talking about a man who you possibly didn’t believe in but was instead forced to hear this priest talk about whatever was in the bible. Your hands clasped together as your mind kept drifting off. 
It had only been two days since you told everything to Alastor, your feelings and how you wished to murder your own husband. You haven’t been able to talk to Alastor since which was fine, he was a very busy man after all. Lifting your head up as you felt your husband nudge your leg with his own, you sent him a glance ignoring how he was practically glaring at you. “Don’t embarrass me infront of my family” He hissed out as you glared at the wall. “They already know how rocky our relationship is, John.” You hissed back, about to leave but someone sat next to you keeping his head down, “Sorry I’m late, Dear Friend.” Alastor whispered, making the anger dissipate in a matter of seconds, “Mother wanted to go see an old friend,” He hummed and got comfortable next to you.
After an hour or maybe it was a good 10 minutes you couldn’t tell but Alastor had successfully dragged you away and out of the church under the guise of it being important and he couldn’t dare interrupt the sermon. You didn’t care now as you laughed at some joke that was pointed towards your husband, walking down the street arm in arm as he used his other hand to dramatically explain everything that’s happened between the hours you both had parted. The crying and confession long gone in your mind as you pointed out the flaws in his story but he had only reached over and pinched your nose between his fingers with only a half hearted threat of keeping his ‘secrets’. 
As you both walked down the street the laughter and conversation lulled into a peaceful silence. “Where are you taking me?” You asked, feeling a familiar presence in your pocket, the gift you had forgotten about for weeks now. “Just for a walk through the park, Dear.” He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, a smile had formed on your face but your eyes still had that faraway look in them. Guess you were going back into your own head again, “I got you something a while ago and forgot it in my jacket” you called out reaching into your jacket and pulling the small box out, you didn’t want to bring up the fact it was supposed to be a gift for your husband. Alastor abruptly stopped in his tracks and looked at you, “You didn’t need to do such a thing, Dear.” You only smiled at him and gave him the box, “I know..but I wanted to give it to you.” You whispered out watching as he opened the box, his eyes widening. It was one of the newer pocket watches that you’ve had your eyes on for a long while now, “Dearest I..I couldn’t take this.” He replied carefully, taking the watch out, flipping it open and smiling. “But you can..and you will cause it’s for you, Al..”
You loved seeing him smile like that, something that you had rarely seen when you first started hanging out. It’s still mostly rare, especially when he’s had a hard day or the simple fact that you sometimes don’t see him for days on end. He put the pocket watch back into the box carefully, “Guess I’ll have to find to pay you back now?” He hummed out placing the box into his pocket causing you to sigh, “You know you don’t have to do such a thing, Alastor. I..I don’t deserve it.” Only criminals give birth to criminals and criminals don’t get nice things. 
“Oh but I think you do,” He replied and leaned down to gently tap your forehead, “Despite what those thoughts of yours tell you.” You blinked and stared at him, “You know me too well,” You huffed turning away from him. “Not well enough!” He called happily following after you and quickly catching up, long legged bastard. You looked up at him as he held out his arm, “Are you sure about that, Alastor? I think you know me better than most people.” You said carefully taking hold of his arm, he chuckled and quicked his step making you practically had to speed walk to catch up with him.
The night truly didn’t stop until you were almost on the verge of passing out from laughter and how sleep creeped up on your shoulders. Alastor’s arm was snuggly wrapped around your waist to keep you upright as the sandman was practically calling your name. “Come on now, one foot up the step.” He whispered as he guided your sleepy self up onto your own porch. “I can walk fine, Alastor. I’m not drunk,” You whispered, shaking your head trying to fight off how your eyes grew heavier. You don’t like being up past a certain time in the early mornings but for Alastor you would’ve done it a million times over….Maybe you did have a crush on him but he wouldn’t love you back in a million years. 
You don’t remember when you got into your bedroom, did you black out on him? Yet he was still holding you against his chest as he swayed you to an imaginary rhythm. “And here I thought you had fallen asleep on me already.” He whispered out, causing you to jump out of your skin for a second before you huffed, “Sorry, didn’t mean to do so.” You replied leaning back to try and smooth out his shirt, now noticing his jacket was draped near the door of your bedroom. “Nonsense, I find it comforting in a way that you trust me to fall asleep near me.” He replied watching you, his bow tie had been undone for a couple hours now but watching the way you had subconsciously fixed it for him made his heart race and butterflies erupt in his stomach.
His mind wandered off watching as you blinked the sleep from your eyes to make sure he still looked presentable. He wondered sometimes what it would be like if he married you instead of that idiotic man. “..Don’t leave for too long this time, Al..I know I’ll eventually hear your voice on the radio but sometimes it’s not the same..” You whispered out glancing back up at him, his gloved hand reaching up to cup your face tracing the bags under your eyes with his thumb, “I’ll try, Cher..” He replied as he leaned down to press his head against yours. He couldn’t promise it but he’d try especially since he has been working so hard on his plan to get rid of that idiotic husband of yours.
You leaned your head up, allowing for your noses to brush against one another. His arms were still wrapped around your waist, one of his hands splayed on the middle of your back. Then it had hit you, all those times he had pulled you away from your husband and took you to the places you loved..was he silently courting you? Had he been doing so for days now and you were just too stupid to notice? You gently cupped his face and watched as he had opened his eyes, when did he close them? “I..Alastor? Have you been courting me?” Your voice was only above a whisper making him freeze in his tracks. He was silent for a long time before he nodded and sighed. “I have been yes,” He replied and you felt your face warm, seemingly all of the tiredness from before had dissipated. 
His gloved hands came up to carefully grasp onto yours as your thumb caressed his cheek, a faint scar that had healed overtime. You remembered when you saw the scar, yet you never asked, figuring he would’ve told you when he decided to do so. He had yet to say a word about it so it must’ve not been important. In the years that you had known him, you’ve grown to love him and to be wary of him all at the same time. He was a wild mutt waiting to sink his teeth into any fresh meat he could find, he wasn’t the one to be tamed or “domesticated” and you surely would never think to tie him down to a preconceived notion such as marriage or a family life. It took someone truly special to worm their way into his heart and that was a tough act, nonetheless, he had picked and prodded at the worst parts of you wanting to see how quick it took for you to finally snap at him, show your fangs and reveal your weak spots to him. He loved the game of it.
Yet here he was, the same wild animal that used to raise his hackles and bare its sharp teeth was essentially laying down and showing his belly to you. He’d disappear to find his fill and get those fangs bloodied before he’d make his way back to you. Maybe everyone who told you to stay away was right, he wasn’t a man to stick around but here you were inviting the man into your home day after day because you just couldn’t get enough of him. 
Blinking your thoughts away you focused on Alastor, how he had leaned closer to you. “May I?” He whispered, ever the gentleman he was, his hands carefully squeezing yours as you nodded your head a small smile on your lips. Wordlessly, he closed the gap and gently kissed you. At first it was such a small kiss but you didn’t want it to end, you just got a taste of what it felt like to be loved..actually loved and it felt amazing, that one small kiss turned into a bigger one as his hands fell down to hold onto your sides.
You would be asleep until lunch the next day, the memory still fresh on your mind as you awoke to find a small gift box on your bedside table. You were going to kill Alastor.
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You sat in an office, legs crossed as you watched the lawyer in front of you collect some papers and give you a passing glance every so often. “Now, it’s to my knowledge you are looking to file for a divorce?” The man asked, causing you to nod, “Now is there a reason for this divorce?” You huffed, how many times did you have to explain it? “Infidelity, I’ve caught him one too many times and I’d rather make this quick.” You huffed out venom lacing your tongue as you watched the older gentleman nod and produced some papers. 
After an hour of signing papers and making everything on record you had finally gone home. You didn’t even greet your husband when you walked inside, just placed the papers on the table and left for the day ignoring how he yelled out for you. You had walked all the way to the park, the same park Alastor had walked you to all those weeks ago and you spilled your darkest secrets out into the open. Sitting on the same bench as you watched people pass by as your eyes drifted to the woods, you also knew Alastor was an avid hunter and you’d be alone for a while longer as deer season came around. You’d be alone with your husband and your thoughts. You hoped this divorce would go through but it was a slim chance and then you would rightfully be kicked out of church for thinking of doing such a thing. Laughter rang in your ears as you got lost in your own world, your eyes glued onto the Doe walking out of the collection of trees to find something to eat on.
As the doe finally found something to snack on it had turned its head up and towards you. A small part of you felt a twinge of dread as you stared at the doe and the other part felt calm as the feeling started to grow and settle into the pit of your stomach, your breathing slowed down considerably before the doe had run off seemingly spooked away. You frowned and watched as it disappeared further into the woods. Gloved hands clamped down onto your shoulders making you jump up in surprise and let out a loud scream as Alastor’s laugh was heard from behind you.
 You turned on your heel ignoring the passerby who looked on in confusion, “I’m going to kill you, Alastor.” You hissed out trying to hide the prominent blush on your features and how your lips creeped up into a smile. He smirked, he knew you didn’t actually mean you would kill him. Your version of ‘kill’ meant you would simply get him back later in some kind of fashion. You were a smart person after all. “I’m sorry, Dear! You were so out of sorts you looked primed for me to scare you.” He hummed and moved to sit down on the bench, his hand patting the spot next to him. You let out a loud sigh sitting next to him, “What’s on your mind?” He hummed out fixing his gloves before moving to brush imaginary dust off his pants. 
You were silent for some time trying to figure out the words in your head, “I gave John divorce papers today.” you whispered out causing him to look over trying to hide the growing smile on his face, you still haven’t brought up the kiss you both shared the night before and you were scared to do so. “Really?” He hummed, leaning back against the bench using one hand to tap a melody on his knee, “I’m just waiting for him to sign it and see if the court will..allow the divorce to happen.” He didn’t answer and looked ahead as the conversation lulled into a comfortable silence. Your mind raced as another cold breeze hit you in the face, what would you do if the court denied the divorce? Would Alastor still..be by your side? The thoughts raced and raced but before you could delve deeper, a warm inviting hand was placed onto your shoulder causing you to look over at him confused but leaned into the warmth.
“It’s going to be okay, Dear. Don’t let those thoughts run you ragged now.” You nodded at his words and smiled, “Figured you’d be out hunting by now.” That made him let out a small laugh as his smile grew wider and went off on a tangent about hunting and how to actually be a good hunter.
You’d be fine.
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You’d be fine.
Those were the words echoing in your head as you were now standing in your kitchen hands on the counter as you stared down at the broken glass cup as you heard your husband yell at you. The amber liquid is now spilling onto the wooden floor, your cheek burned like hell and you tasted the iron in your mouth as you unclench your jaw allowing your teeth to free themselves from your tongue. You stormed over to the phone and used the rotary dial to call a familiar number that you had stuck in the back of your mind. Alastor. You don’t remember the start of the conversation. All you could mumble between the stinging pain and blood in your mouth was, “Come over..It’s an emergency.” Before hanging up abruptly.
The next few moments were quick in your mind but you knew it took far much longer to do as your hands trembled. Grabbing whatever heavy metal object you could find in the vicinity, as your husband turned to face you once more. The fear in the man’s eyes as you swung and hit him in the face, breaking his nose with a sickening crack. He fell to the floor, his hands moving to cover his nose as he stared up into your empty anger filled eyes, god..it felt good to see him as nothing but a pathetic ant beneath your feet. It felt invigorating as you dropped to your knees one hand holding him down as you continuously bashed the item into his face until he was nothing more than a lifeless body surrounded by a pool of his own blood.
You stared down at him and then the blood covering your hands as tears formed into your eyes and a sob bubbled up from your throat but you weren’t sad. Far from it..you were relieved as you looked up at the ceiling falling flat on your ass as you started to laugh between horrid sobs. Your hands grasping at your shirt laughing louder until your cheeks hurt from how long you were smiling and as Alastor finally came into your vision. The smile faltered for a moment as another loud sob wracked your body, “I did it, Al..I did it-” You choked out as you curled into yourself. “It felt so fucking good..I felt fucking invincible.” You hissed out blood dripping from your mouth and onto the floor. “Oh god- I finally fucking did it.”
Alastor walked over calmly and quietly, his hands clasping on your shoulders. His suit was long gone as when you called him he was in the middle of getting ready to go out ‘hunting’ but when he heard your desperation, he rushed over immediately. “You did and I’m so proud of you, Dearest..but go get cleaned up and I’ll deal with the mess, yes?” He whispered into your ear as you let out another sob allowing him to help you stand up on your two feet. As he helped you to your own bathroom and got you fresh clothes, he went back to the freshly dead body in your kitchen and smirked. “Got what you had comin’ old boy.” He hissed out before starting to get to work cleaning up the mess.
It didn’t take him long to clean up but now he had to find a way to actually get rid of the body. In your backyard? No, that's too suspicious..in the woods? Maybe but he doesn’t want you to have another breakdown. But he would have to wait until night time so right now? He’s going to have to play the part just in case people start to suspect something. He looked around and draped a blanket over the body before dragging it towards an empty room.
When he had walked back to the kitchen, he had watched as you were carefully cleaning up the shards of glass. Walking over he had finally noticed the blooming bruise on your cheek causing a part of him to be angry. “He hit you?” He whispered out helping you stand up, “Yeah..after we got home after the court denied the appeal..said I embarrassed him and broke a cup over my head before slapping me.” You whispered your speech slurred from your swollen tongue making you flinch, “What do I do now?” You whispered out, allowing him to gently grab your chin, “I don’t know what to do, Al..” His eyes softened and he sighed, “Sit down and I’ll cook something for you, Dear. We are gonna have to wait till nightfall.” He hummed, pressing a gentle kiss upon your head.
Later that night, he had helped you bury your ex husband deep in the forest, he mostly did all the dirty work but he did explain how to hide a body. 
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It was now 1931, four years after you had killed your ex husband and a year after the economy collapsed. You and Alastor had moved in with one another and while not officially married by the courts you both loved one another and acted as such. Wearing a wedding ring on your finger told everyone you were either remarried or you still loved your poor ex husband that was murdered in cold blood by the rampant serial killer that was on the loose. Which would be far from the truth.
His family blamed you for his murder, calling you every name in the book and berating you for ‘kicking him out of the house’ which also wasn’t the truth. Yet another lie your ex had spun to keep his pride intact, you didn’t care in all honesty. The man was gone now..killed by your hands.
But here you were walking down the dark streets of New Orleans to get back home to your loving Beau, you had heard through the grapevine he was having a rough day and hoped to cheer him up that night but as you continued to walk down the street you realized that you were being followed. But maybe not maybe it was just your paranoia, but still you felt like a waiting duck, taking a turn down an alleyway and then another hoping to lose the trail of whoever was following you. 
It wasn’t until you had gotten to a familiar part of town out near the bayou that you felt relatively calmer but then that was stomped on when you heard a yell from behind. You looked back thinking it was one of the friendly neighbors but it wasn't. It was the man from before the same one who was following you. You dropped the book you were holding and broke out into a sprint down towards where your house was, trying your best to dodge anything that could hurt you. Then a loud shot rang out and it sounded like thunder causing your body to freeze up for a second. But you continued to keep running, you just needed to get home..you could see the smoke billowing from the chimney and the soft glow of the lights inside.
Your heartbeat was banging on your chest as you ran, you were almost there..you could see Alastor inside before a loud SNAP echoed through the silent air as you fell face first into the ground. 
You scrambled to get up sobbing as you looked back to see a trap digging into your leg, its sharp teeth scraping against bone as you sat up watching as the man got closer. “Fuck fuck-” you hissed out as you started to painfully get the jaws of the trap unstuck and scrambled off ignoring how your leg was burning. You yelled out for Alastor before another loud shot echoed through the air. The constant buzzing of the cicadas had gone silent as you fell to the ground gasping for air. Oh god it hurt, your hands moved to clutch your stomach as you looked up at the man, pistol in his hand pointed right between your eyes, “You killed my brother.” He hissed out his voice breaking as you teared up and begged him to let you go.
Tears cascaded down your face as he yelled, whispering some prayer that spilled past your lips and then the night went silent. As the gun had fallen down the hammer hit the ground first causing the gun to be set off, the bullet flying into the sky of the New Orleans Bayou. You trembled laying on the ground sobbing as you brought your hands up to see blood covering them the moonlight had casted down upon you as you sobbed out. There was movement before your head was lifted up and cradled into your Husband’s chest. His familiar cologne invades your senses in a comfortable way as he shakily tries to stop the bleeding. 
“It’s going to be okay, Cher..I’ll fix you right up.” he whispered into your hair as he pressed his hand onto your stomach. You were bleeding out too much as your breathing started to slow. No no it wasn’t supposed to end like this, tears raced down his cheeks as he pulled you closer as your hand weakly grasped around his sobbing out how you didn’t want to die. But he knew he couldn’t help you, he was far too late to properly help you and it was too far to get you to a doctor. “Sing me a song, Al?” You whispered out, “One last song?” he nodded and cleared his throat, watching as the light in your eyes slowly faded as he sung your favorite song.
He stayed like that for an extra hour, holding your lifeless body to his and singing all your favorite songs before he finally had the courage to find a place to bury you properly, making sure that when the sun rose the next morning it’s first rays it sent out over the bayou would hit your grave. You always did love watching the sun rise and listening to his broadcasts.
He would meet you again, he just knew it. He just didn’t know when.
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sunflower-lilac42 · 3 months
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✧ '𝐓𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 | quinn hughes ♔
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summary: with you, always after a depressive state a wave of organization and the need to clean came over you. pair this with the holiday season and it was even more chaotic, pair this with not answering your phone and a worried boyfriend and it was a mess.
warnings: depressive state, motivation/organization, christmas (idk bro just in case)
notes: yes, i know that the hughes’ are jewish and celebrate hanukkah (at least i’m pretty sure don’t sue me if i’m wrong please), but this was inspired by me because this literally happened and is happening right now so the reader does celebrate christmas. and also the way she cleans in this and does stuff is literally how i did things because you all need to see how i function i guess. someone count how many times i said ‘decorate, decorative, decorated, or anything else along those lines. also add yourself to the tag list! ➺ taglist form
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Quinn was worried. She had been in a depressive state for a couple of weeks now and this one felt like it was never ending. With the holidays coming up, he was even more worried because he knew before the small break that he had a road trip and didn’t want to leave her alone. 
He knew about her routine when it came to her depressive episodes. He could always tell when it started, yet he couldn’t tell when it was going to end, no one knew. However, he did know about what she did as soon as she got out of it.
She on the other hand was not worried. She had been sitting in bed when the sudden urge to go shopping hit her. She hadn’t done anything for the holidays and with it being two weeks until Christmas, she had to get going.  It was early in the morning, around 6 in the morning when it hit, Quinn had already left for practice, or morning skate, or a game, she couldn’t remember. 
It didn’t take her much time to get ready and head out the door, and to her car. She sighed when she saw it and how messy it was, taking the time to clean it out and wash it off. It was cold in Vancouver, as it is a lot of the time. She was wearing one of her favorite sweaters and a pair of jeans, her winter coat thrown over. She took the time to do her hair and her makeup, it was the first time in weeks that she had felt this put together. 
With her motivation, it only took her 30 minutes to clean her car. She got in, putting her Christmas/Holiday playlist on to listen to as she drove to Starbucks to get her coffee which was much needed for a day like today. She then proceeded to drive to the store, without a list because when this state happened, her ADHD spiked. 
Pulling into the parking lot, it was five minutes after they had opened which meant that most of the things had been restocked. She grabbed the cart and put her coffee in the portable cupholder that she always brought to the store in case a cart didn’t have one. 
She started at one side of the store, the holiday section, picking up some decorations that she hadn’t bothered to do beforehand. She moved towards the craft section so she could get working on the gifts she had to make. Even though a lot of her close friends didn’t celebrate Christmas, she still wanted to make them gifts for the other holidays that they did celebrate or even if they didn’t celebrate anything. 
Quinn never really minded the Christmas decorations at their home, it always made her happy so it made him happy too. Somehow, she had always made it feel like home, including lots of blue and silver for Hanukkah and other things that made it feel like the holidays.
She practically skipped down the aisles, holiday music blasting through her earbuds and in between the songs, she could hear it through the speakers of the store. She had since moved to the food section, getting everything she needed for cookies and other sweets that she loved to give to the team, which they greatly appreciated. 
An hour later, she checked out and unloaded everything into her car. She ran to put the cart away, the cold slowly starting to get to her, and ran back to her car. On the way home, Quinn had texted her but she was too motivated to let anything stop her. 
Gathering everything from the car, she trekked up into their home and placed everything down right at the entrance. The first thing she needed to do was to get the cookies and other things prepped. She made all the dough that needed to sit for a while first, placing them either on the separate counter or in the fridge. 
She then moved on to making the easier cookies and placing them in the oven, setting timers on her phone for each batch. She had gotten her computer for not only a checklist, even though she knew she wouldn’t stick to it, but also for music because it always sounded better coming from there when she was doing things. 
As the cookies were baking, she started getting all the fall decorations put away and organized. Setting them into their storage room and getting their holiday decorations out, placing them in the living room. She first needed to finish cleaning before getting started on the decorating. 
She started by dusting and gathering everything that was out of place and putting them somewhat together so she could go through it later. Yet, she was distracted by her books all over the place so she decided to reorganize it, leaving spaces for the decor. Then the first alarm on her phone rang and she took the cookies out of the oven, swiftly putting a new batch in. 
Then, she organized her desk because she had been moving stuff around that it got messy, followed by her two carts that sat by it, holding pens and a mass amount of other things that she had to take care of. She switched the calendars on her bulletin board to December so she could view the events that were happening but also Quinn’s Jack and Luke’s schedules so she could watch their games when they were on. 
After that, she had to write all of her weekly events and games onto her whiteboard which was time-consuming. Running back to the kitchen, she took the next batch of cookies and took the dough out of the fridge to get them ready for the oven, changing everything she needed to. When she looked at their bedroom she noticed the laundry all around so she cleaned that up and started a load as well. Organizing their closet and bathroom while she was at it. 
She was a little worn out but she couldn’t stop now, knowing that if she were she wouldn’t be able to get back into this rhythm later. So she moved on to changing their sheets so they were blue with snowflakes and added a few Christmas pillows to make it feel like her. Then she added the other decorations she got for the bedroom as well. 
Now it was time for the living room. She put up their fake tree that she had gotten in case they were ever too busy to get a real one. She put the first one up in one corner, beside the TV, and the other one on the opposite side next to the couch. She decorated the first one with multi-colored lights and all other Christmas-y things. 
Then she took the bin labeled ‘Hanukkah Tree’ and placed it by the other one. She put more pillows onto their couch before making more cookies. Taking a break from cleaning, she made some chocolate, pretzel reindeer and put them on a decorative platter. She placed the other cookies she would take the team in different tins and placed them in a bag by the door.
She noticed the other bags by the front door and brought them into the living room, grabbing the two extra rolling carts from her office along the way. One cart was for her hot chocolate and snack bar that she and Quinn started as a tradition in college. She put that by the TV mantel, also placing the festive bins they had underneath and switching out everything from the fall to the winter bins. 
By now, it had been two to three hours, it was now around 2 (taking a break to eat of course), her motivation kicking in, and Quinn had been texting her. They had a game and a morning skate that day so in between the two some of the team had decided to go out for food and hang out at Brock’s house for the time being. He was worried, but it wasn’t unusual for her not to. He thought she was curled up in bed either still sleeping or staring off into space, but he couldn’t be farther from the truth. When she was motivated, she tended not to look at her phone, knowing it would stop her from completing anything she wanted to. 
He tried not to worry, with the game and all it kind of took his mind off of it. But he could never really be settled about the fact that his girlfriend hadn’t answered him all day even if it was normal. She might’ve gotten hurt or needed him so much that she couldn't text him. It bothered him throughout the whole day. 
She was really happy and pleased with herself as she stopped to eat lunch and looked around their home. She watched ‘Home Alone’ as she ate, looking at her computer to see what she had completed. She was surprised when a lot of it could be checked off and there were only a few more things to do, the guest rooms and bathroom, along with a number of small other tasks. She finished baking for the moment, a lot of the other dough still needed to sit for a couple more hours. 
She allowed herself to breathe a little bit, doing some work on her computer. She then laid out the gifts she needed to make in her spreadsheet, along with the cards and other copious amounts of things that went into gifts. It was one of her main love languages. 
When she started up again, she tackled the bigger tasks first, the guest rooms and bathroom, getting it restocked and festive just in case there was an emergency need for a room. Then she finished decorating the house, putting some paper snowflakes that she had found time to make, putting the festive towels out (one more for Christmas and one for Hanukkah), and other finishing touches. 
Then she put the bins away, keeping the tree stuff out for her and Quinn to do tomorrow when he had an off day. She collapsed onto the couch and looked around in amazement. It was really nice to see their home so clean after her previous state.
She continued to watch ‘Home Alone’ as she made gifts, sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table. When the time came around, she put the game on and cheered on Quinn. She would’ve gone if this motivation kick had come two days earlier and she felt bad. She hadn’t been able to come to a game in forever. Though, Quinn would be just as happy that she was feeling better and just watching the game from the comfort of their home. 
Throughout the game she made more cookies and continued to make gifts, finishing a lot actually. In between intermissions, she gave herself breaks so she could get around and move a little more especially because after standing all day she was cramping from sitting down. 
When the game was over, she switched it back to ‘Home Alone 2’ which was almost over, so she then put Elf on which is what she was watching when Quinn came through the door. He smelt the baking when he stepped in and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
“Babe?”
Y/n got up from the ground and made her way to where her boyfriend was standing, “Hey Quinny! Nice job tonight!” She hugged him tightly kissing him on the cheek.
“Do you want some cookies? I made a lot today, there’s the bag of cookies for you to bring to the team. I also left the bin of Hanuakkah tree stuff out so we could decorate it tomorrow. I got the hot chocolate and snack cart put together and I decorated.”
“I can see. I can also see you’re feeling better.”
Quinn walked further into the room and placed his bag down in its respective place, watching as his girlfriend sat on one of the stools at the bar counter.
“You have a good day?” She nodded her head and spread her legs a little so Quinn could stand closer to her. 
He kissed her head and smiled, “That's good.” He took his suit jacket off and placed it on the neighboring stool before kissing her on the lips. 
“I’m glad you’re feeling better, sweetheart.”
“Me too, Quinny. How about you go shower and we can restart the movie and cuddle on the couch?” He nodded his head and headed to their bathroom to shower.
Thirty minutes later, y/n was laying on the couch when Quinn came back in gray sweatpants and one of his Canucks sweatshirts. She scooted over and patted the spot behind her, the boy fit perfectly, wrapping his arms around the girl’s waist. 
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Quinner.”
The two fell asleep not that far into the movie, sleeping in their newly decorated living room.
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jeannineee · 9 months
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Hi!! Can I request the bat boys snapping at the reader for no reason/not her fault and then they realize they made a mistake and try to make it up to her (I kinda love groveling…)
How the batboys apologize after hurting your feelings…
Rhysand
It was after a day in the Court of Nightmares
It always stressed him out, but this time, it was particularly bad.
He hated who he had to become with each visit to the Hewn City—the persona he had to take on.
He didn’t say a word when he arrived home, which worried you immediately.
You went to him, and as soon as you reached to hug him he hissed, “Don’t touch me.”
You jumped at his tone, unable to hide the tears forming in your eyes.
His expression dropped as he realized what he’d done, but you left the room before he could apologize.
He left you alone for a couple of hours, cooking dinner for the two of you.
He apologized at the table, voice cracking in pain at what he’d done to you.
When the two of you went to bed that night, he held you tightly, whispering apologies and sweet nothings over and over.
The next morning when you woke up, there were flowers on the bed, and breakfast was waiting downstairs.
Rhys was in the kitchen only wearing an apron.
Cassian
The two of you were sparring.
Cassian had always been hard on you when it came to training. He pushed you to be the best you could.
But he went too far, this time.
You were panting, sweaty, and exhausted, but Cassian was relentless.
You hunched over, hands on your knees as you tried to catch your breath.
Cassian told you, without thinking, “You’ll never be good enough if you keep giving up.”
He had meant it to be motivational, but Cassian, ever the charmer, said it quite harshly.
As Cassian saw your teary-eyed expression, a string of curses fell from his lips. “Shit, baby, I...”
You ignored Cassian, and wordlessly retreated to your room, tears streaming down your face.
He found you in the bathtub, wings drooping behind him. He grabbed a wash cloth, silently wiping away the grime and sweat from your body, kissing any exposed skin he could reach.
He muttered countless apologies, telling you how stupid he is, and how scared he is to lose you.
Later, he apologized with his tongue, his hands, his…well, you get it.
Azriel
At first, he hadn’t even realized he hurt your feelings.
In truth, it wasn’t a huge deal, but you’d been telling him about a book you were reading, excitement lining your face and words.
You’d thought he was listening, until he turned and said, “I’m busy.”
The words stung, but you nodded, quietly leaving his study.
Azriel was confused when you didn’t re-emerge from your shared room that evening. He found you in bed, wrapped in the blankets, your book in hand.
“What chapter are you on?” He asked, curious as he climbed in bed beside you.
“Not like you’d care,” you muttered, annoyed as you turned away from him.
His brows furrowed in confusion, but then a long sigh left him as he realized. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured, pulling you against his chest.
He peppered your neck and shoulder with kisses, murmuring words of comfort and apology.
He also apologized with his tongue between your legs. ANYWAYS
Afterwards, he listened intently as you told him about your book, and the next day, he came home with several more books that you’d been wanting.
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tartarusknight · 10 months
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Eddie Munson was pissed off. He was annoyed by the little sheep he brought into his group. It was just that after spring break... well, they didn't see him as an authority figure anymore. Which, fine, whatever. But they never listened to him, and suddenly, he was getting shit from them. Not mean shit or anything. It just wasn't... it wasn't what he was used to. They gave him shit and became basically family.
However, he didn't sign up for kids to just pop up all the time without warning and give him shit about what he does in his spare time. He used to be cool and mysterious. Now he gets shit that his van is a mess, and he likes to sleep in after staying up late painting mini figures. THEY'RE NERDS!!!! Yet he's the uncool older guy.
Sure, they don't make fun of him repeating school or his appearance. Nothing that hurts, but it's annoying. However, it's less annoying after he realizes that they started doing the same to Steve after they got to know him. And well, he knows they think Steve is cool. They just don't say it to his face. So he holds onto that. They probably won't ever say he's cool to his face anymore but he's not, not to them.
It's like he went from the cool older teen to older brother figure in one week. One near death experience. And well... he understands in some way. Doesn't mean he likes that they don't respect him anymore. He knows that it gets on Steve's nerves too. The kids would be over for movie night of just decided to have a sleep over at Steve's and Steve would just have to go with it.
So, Eddie did what could be considered stupid. He fought back. Sure, he liked being around them and hanging out with them. But some boundaries needed to be returned. He'd like warnings or heads up. So he started small. He started to invite an old friend of his around. Veronica. She and him have been friends for years, but when she came out to her parents as trans, she moved away. Well, she ran away.
Her parents moved not long after, the "shame" of having a daughter now instead of the son they so desperately tried to hold onto. The son that never truly was alive until he wasn't a he anymore.
So, Veronica did stop in Hawkins every once in a while since her parents left. After all, her and Eddie, they had been close. She was his first friend in Hawkins, and he was the first person she came out to. It didn't help that they both had crushes on each other. But Eddie and Veronica grew past the old crushes, and sometimes, when they met up, they'd hook up, but only when they wanted a sweet release. Nothing romantic. All that was gone.
So, Eddie asked Veronica for a favor as she was passing through, stopping to visit everyone. He always invited her to stay at the trailer for the few days, and this time, he did have an alterior motive. And well... Veronica thought it was pathetic of him but also hilarious, so she was in. Because Eddie decided that if the kids were going to be assholes he was going to scar them for life. In the way that was ~sex~
The first night she's there, they spend catching up as usual. But Eddie's not really up for anything more than that. His big gay heart stolen by the goddamn babysitter. So when they head to bed, curled up on Eddie's full sized mattress, they just sleep.
However, that doesn't mean when his trailer door is swung open that next morning with Dustin, Mike, and Max all barging in, that that's all they see. No, the minute the kids open his door, Dustin shrieks, and Mike yells an incredibly loud and disgusted "ew."
Veronica pops her head up, and her eyes narrow. "Teddy, your kids are here," She groands before flopping back down. However, she pauses and looks back at them. "Wait, aren't you Harrington's kids?" She questioned, and Eddie tossed the blanket over her head.
He can feel his cheeks warming and grunts, "for your modesty." It makes Veronica laugh, and he knows that she's going to quickly figure out his big fat crush.
But before he can dwell on it the boys are running out and Max is just standing there with her arms crossed. He raises an eyebrow at her and she huffs. "I can't believe you. Honestly," she spits and actually sounds mad. Like fully pissed off.
"Max?" He questioned but she's fleeing too. The kids gone, like he had hoped but Max... that felt wrong. Like he actually did something wrong. Which... what even could it be. He's not doing anythign wrong.
However, then Veronica's teasing him and he snaps out of it. He's got her for two more days and he'll take them. After she's gone, he'll figure out what went wrong. So, they get dressed before they drive over to Gareth's too meet up with everyone. Maybe it's there in the back of his head the whole time. But he tries not to think too hard about it.
It's just that, the next day happens and when Eddie goes out for a smoke in the morning Max stomps up to him. Rightous fiery and looking ready to actually kill him. "She's still here." She snaps and Eddie raises an eyebrow.
He slowly blows out the smoke, "yeah, Red. She is. Who pissed in your cheerios?" He asked and she had the gull to roll her eyes at him. Like he was a moron for not understanding.
She shoved her finger into his chest. "I wasn't bothering you and him about okay. I was staying out of the way but- but Eddie what you're doing is wrong. He- he's already been cheated on. It shouldn't happen again." She snapped before marching off. Leaving Eddie shocked. He only snaps out of it when his finger burns from his cigarette.
He heads back inside, and Veronica's chilling on his couch and painting her nails. "We should get a good movie to watch. I need some of Teddy Munson's comentary." She says, and he gives her a grin that's not all happy. But she's not focused on him at the moment. Her eyes elsewhere.
Instead, he shakes the words from his shoulders and gets out a small laugh. "You haven't heard commentary until you've watched a movie with Robin Buckley." He assures her. And then the plan is set into action.
He messed around until she finished painting her nails, and then they were off to Family Video. Max's words got louder and louder as they got to the building. But it didn't make sense. He wasn't cheating on anyone. Even if Max thought otherwise.
"Eddie!" Steve grinned, and Robin poked her head around a shelf. They both had big smiles on their faces. Although they dimmed slightly at the sight of Veronica.
Eddie sauntered up to the desk where Steve had been previously flicking through a magazine. "Busy at work, Stevie?" He questioned and Steve rolled his eyes. Before his eyes once again strayed to Veronic.
Eddie straightened, "Oh, this is Veronica. She and I have been friends since ever." He waved his hand, and Veronica moved over. She was slightly taller than him in her tall boots, and she grinned at Steve.
Steve nodded slowly, "I did - uh- nice to meet you. I'm Steve," he held out his hand, and Veronica took it slowly. She gave him a once over, probably seeing the matching scars over their throats.
She shrugged, "I know who you are." Is all she says before she looks at Eddie. Her face reads we have to talk about that, with a look to his throat. And well... she saw most of the other scars already. After all, he didn't care if she looked at him when he changed. She knocked on the counter, "Any who. I'm going to go find a movie, Teds. Oh, you guys should join us. Teddy said you had the best comentary, Robin." She grinned before slipping back into the shelves.
Eddie watched her for a moment before sighing and looking back at Steve. Steve who looked like someone just was told that their dog was hit by a car. "Whoa, Steve, what's wrong? Hey, are you alright?" He questions and Steve seems to shift and refocus instantly.
He nods, a fake smile covering the emotions swirling. Max's words ring in his head. "All good, man. Just sad I can't today. Busy," he says, and Eddie's sure it's a lie.
Eddie looks over at Veronica who's asking Robin for recommendations. Likely trying to give Eddie some one-on-one time with Steve. "You know, Max said the weirdest thing to me this morning. She and the other gremlins barged in and saw me and Veronica sleeping together- in the same bed. We were passed out in the same bed. Not actually- well we were just literally sleeping together. But not like, you know. Sleeping together. Fucking. Making love. Snoodiling. Whatever you want to call it."
And suddenly Eddie couldn't stop talking. "She came up to me and started telling me how unfair it was of me. That cheating was wrong and all that shit. But I couldn't figure it out. Because I haven't dated anyone in ages. Like- a really fucking long time. But she told me how he had already been cheated on and it wasn't fair of me. But once again I was confused. Until Veronica mentioned coming here. And right now. Right now you look like I just killed your dog in front of you. All by bringing my friend in with me."
Steve was blinking at him, looking shocked. And Eddie gave him a tight smile. "I've slept with Veronica before. On and off for a few years now. She was my first crush, and I know that it might be weird, but honestly, it's nice to have someone to just let out steam with every once in a while. But when she stopped by, I told her I couldn't. Sometimes, that happens. The last time she was in town, she was head over heals for some girl in her history lecture. This time, I was totally gone for this guy I've been hanging out with recently."
And now Eddie can't even look at him. "I thought it was impossible. Like obviously you couldn't like me back. Even when you told me your bisexual. That didn't mean shit. Just because you like guys doesn't mean you like me. But with Max and now just seeing your face. I couldn't- I mean I just had to say-"
Steve looks around the store before pulling him into a kiss. Eddie's stunned for a moment before he grabs Steve's face, and it's awkward over the counter, but he doesn't care. He's kissing Steve and it's perfect.
He hears whooping and breaks away to see Veronica leaning on the top of the shelves with Robin leaning back on the same one. Both of them with proud smiles on their faces.
And yeah, maybe this was for the kids and their annoying habit of just breaking into his trailer. But getting Steve was also good. And well... if the kids get annoyed, he can just really gross them out by making out with their babysitter in front of them. Yeah, that will work, too.
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cozage · 3 months
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The Daughter's Return Part 3
Chapter 24: Where to Go From Here
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He didn’t wake up the next morning. Or the next. Or the next. 
But you kept your faith in him. You sat with him all day, only leaving to get checkups done by Law. 
You told him about the changes and updates, about life with a crew that didn’t belong to you. Law knew the gender of your baby, but you refused to find out until Ace was awake, and you reminded Ace of that every chance you got. You talked about the food you ate, and the journey you went on by yourself to rescue him at Marineford. 
You also went to visit Luffy for a bit each day, talking to him and theorizing out loud about where his crew was and what they were doing. You told him about the baby, and how he was going to be an uncle, and how he definitely could not use his rubber powers to make your baby fly into the air. Though you doubted he would listen to you. If he ever woke up. 
Every day Shachi, Ikkaku, or Penguin brought you meals so you could eat with Ace. Law moved your room closer to the brothers so you could sleep in your own bed, but it was pointless. You slept in the chair by Ace’s side every night, even though Law scolded you every morning. 
Jinbe sat outside of the room, guarding you and the brothers fiercely. You weren’t actually sure where his loyalty was between the three of you, but you were grateful for his presence regardless. 
On the third evening, Law moved a cot into Ace’s room, demanding you actually sleep on a bed. 
“It’s bad for the baby for you to sleep slumped like that,” he said, and you finally took his advice, though you pulled the bed next to Ace’s so you could be close to him. 
On the fourth day, Law came and told you he had found the Whitebeard Pirates. They had been searching for you, Marco specifically. He handed you a transponder snail to make the call, but you pushed it away. You didn’t want to call unless you had good news. You weren’t ready to face the reality that waited for you outside of this steel ship. The reality of your father being gone. The unknown future of your family. 
Who had lived? Who had died? You had no idea of the casualties. You weren’t exactly eager to find out, though. Law forbid you from reading the News Coo, afraid that any upsetting emotions would cause negative impacts on the baby. It was imperative that you didn’t go through any more distressing occasions. Your pregnancy was already a high enough risk right now. 
You didn’t fight him on that. You didn’t fight him on anything. You only spoke to Ace, trying to will him back to life. 
You didn’t talk about what would happen if the brothers didn’t wake up. In your mind, that wasn’t even an option. They survived Marineford, so they would make it through this. 
You laid down in the cot next to Ace’s bed that night, reaching up and intertwining your fingers with his. 
“If you don’t wake up tomorrow, I’m finding out the gender of our baby without you,” you threatened. Maybe all Ace needed was some motivation to wake up. Hopefully a gender reveal was enough of a motivator. Even if it was an empty threat. You wouldn’t move forward without him. You couldn’t. 
“We could disappear, you know,” you whispered, closing your eyes. “Live on a small island where nobody knows our past. Start over. Be those boring island people we always made fun of.” You squeezed your eyes tighter, trying to ignore the tears pooling behind your eyes. 
“All you have to do is wake up, Ace. And we can be whoever we want to be. Go wherever we want to go. Just wake up.”
The dreams were the same as always. That stupid island that had grown strangely comforting. Ace and your child playing in the field. 
Nothing bad happened here. Not anymore. The nightmares you once had became hopeful dreams of the future. 
The next morning, you woke to dark, warm eyes staring back at you; your favorite freckled smile gracing your sight. 
You let out a sob, and your hand flew to your mouth to stifle it. 
“S’okay,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and groggy. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Am I dreaming?” you cried, not even bothering to hide your tears. “Please tell me I’m not dreaming.”
“You’re not,” he whispered. “I’d pinch you if I could move any.”
You cried harder, overwhelmed with the fact that Ace was awake. He was here. He had chosen to live. He had chosen you.
“Are you hurt?” he whispered, his eyes moving up and down your body. 
You shook your head. You couldn’t speak, sobs overtaking your body. You hadn’t given up hope but…this was a miracle. He was here. He was okay. 
“Hey-” Ace reached out for you and then let out a low groan that was full of pain. 
The door opened, Law entering. “Y/N-ya, time for your-” he stopped, processing the situation unfolding before him. 
“You’re awake.” He was trying hard to keep the surprise out of his voice. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I took a bath in a lava pool,” Ace moaned, wincing as he shifted in his bed. 
“You’re not far from the truth,” Law responded. He looked at you. “I suppose you can contact your crew whenever you’d like. I’m sure you’re eager to get back to them.”
You gave a nod, your eyes still fixated on Ace, drinking in the fact that he was in front of you. Awake. 
“Wait-” Ace gave a quick cough, trying to clear his throat. You could feel his grip tighten around your fingers. “What’s the gender?”
You almost laughed at his question. He had heard your threat, even in a coma. 
“Oh.” Law scratched his head, suddenly looking very awkward. “Congratulations. It’s a boy.”
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