#i could set Simple and Clean as my alarm

[mejomonster]

Someone made a dongfang qingcang alarm wake up and. Well on the upside it's less annoying than beeping. On the downside I hear him vaguely in the background and don't realize I'm supposed to be getting up. I keep thinking im just hearing someone talking down the hall. The lack of rage and going back to sleep out of rage is Down tho which

Maybe a plus

(Also like 10 years late to the party just realized I could set Anything to my alarm)

[thecapricunt1616]

Vervain - c.b. one-shot

𝓢𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽 (𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓑𝓣𝓒): “I want you to fuck another baby in me.” You said and kissed him deeply, grinding against him and running your hands over his chest and abdomen, tugging at the tie of his sweatpants. He moaned in surprise and grabbed your bum, squeezing and spanking you lightly before pulling away after a few more moments of you essentially eating eachother alive to breathe. 

♡ O/S Inspo: Vervain - Use in Protection, purification, youth, peace, healing, sleep and baths. For all-purpose protection of homes and people (especially children).

♡ Summary: You & Carmy had your first baby 8 weeks ago... seeing him being so attentive and such a good father is for some reason inducing a baby fever - again.

♡ W/C: 4.6K+

♡ Posted Date: 05/09/2024

♡ A/N: OOOO hey yallllll! Capri is back - She was written by the writing bug this morning!!! I have other requests i'm still working on but for now - I am swallowing my stage fright, I hope this suffices for what you were wanting future Mrs.Berzatto eek!!! Thank you so much for requesting from me! You can see the request this one-shot is based on right ♡ here ♡ if you aren't following @carmenberzattosgf already I'm quite unsure how you found ME before you found HER go give her a freaking follow!!!I am seriously such a fangirl for her work and was over the moon when she requested me!

♡ Warnings for BTC: Pregnancy stuff, breeding kinks, talking about parenting stuff, Dad!Carmy, unedited (we die like men), NO USE OF Y/N!, AFAB/Feminine reader w/ long hair implied

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡

➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡

It had been exactly 8 weeks today from when you’d given birth to your baby girl, Athena. Of course, you weren’t thinking about this yet - because you were peacefully sleeping away in bed, at 8:45 am. Each day you woke though, you were surprised your life wasn’t a dream. 

Being married to your ultimate dream man, with the most beautiful little baby and not a rush in the world. Carmy had known when you got pregnant he’d be taking some time off after you gave birth to care for you, especially since you’d been trying for a baby so he was more prepared to have everything set up. He made your life almost impossibly easy. 

Impossibly meaning it was nearly…isolating how simple your problems were compared to other moms. Since Carmy was like - the fucking golden standard of dad. You weren’t sure where he learned all this shit- especially since his father was never around and you knew for a fact didn’t treat his mother like this. You honestly felt bad complaining about anything to other moms - because in comparison when you did they were needing to do way more then you, and alone - because their husbands simply didn't care, or weren't interested in learning.

He had completely taken over the nighttime feedings, every 2 hours an alarm buzzing him awake on his watch. He would go ease little Athena awake, come back to the bedroom, gently wake you, set a boppy in your lap, help you undo your maternity bra and get her latched, and rub your back through the cramping that breastfeeding brought, whispering sweet encouragements and kissing your temple. 

After she was done eating, he would help you get situated again, bottle up the letdown milk and put it in the mini fridge he’d gotten for your bedroom for this specific purpose before bringing your daughter back to her nursery and burping her, before changing her and putting her back down - just do do it all again an hour and 15 minutes later. 

He took over the cleaning completely - your house was spotless nearly at all times, and of course you were very well fed. He would combat the exhaustion fatherhood brought by passing out next to you in bed after he brought you breakfast on a cute little tray and Athena had her morning feeding before being put down for a nap, baby monitor on his chest so he could jump up the second she fussed. 

“G’morning mama” was what woke you this morning, that and gentle kisses on your forehead. You heard quiet little coos and immediately your eyes were open on instinct, to see little Athena nuzzled up in Carmys arm like a little football and a tray of amazing smelling breakfast in your face. 

“I want my baby” you open your arms and he gently placed her on your chest to which she grunts happily and squirms her little legs, doing everything she can to lift up her head to see you. 

“She’s such a good girl mama she helped me make breakfast f’you this mornin’ she’s the best little sous ever” he cooed, looking at her beaming with happiness as he rubs her little back. 

This was what got you. You weren’t sure if it was the hormones, if it was the fact your husband looked like a fucking Greek god incarnate, or if it was just - you don’t know…human fucking nature?! Literally? But the insane level of need that you had for him - you wanted another one. 

Athena wasn’t even rolling on her side yet and you were already craving being pregnant. Well- Carmy did love your body while you were pregnant. You loved your body while pregnant, you felt sexier and more feminine and pretty and overall like a goddess. Mostly thanks to Carmy and his constant praises, and the way you two were fucking like rabbits during your pregnancy and you missed that. 

“What’s f’breakfast daddy?” You pucker your lips to which he obliges and gives you a sweet peck 

“So this mornin, Miss Athena she decided on an omelette so we have a French omelette with dill-“ he explained and you inturrupt with a giggle 

“Did you? You came up with that all on your own Athena? Such a smart girl!” You joked, kissing the top of her soft head to which she just huffed a breath to your skin and made little baby grunting noises as she wiggled her legs 

“She did! Then we also have a light cucumber salad f’you with fresh herbs ‘f’course, sourdough toast, and a banana smoothie. All made with love” he kissed the top of your head. 

Each morning after her first feeding, he would take Athena into the kitchen with him, baby wear her because he is just that perfect, and explain every little detail to her softly while he would cook breakfast, giving her head gentle kisses along the way and rubbing her back soothingly. He did the same while cooking lunch, and dinner. The first time you saw this you burst into tears at the sweetness and the beauty of creating your own family.

“Wow sweetheart thank you! This looks sooo yummy” you kissed the now drowsy baby’s nose and she smiled softly, causing you to smile and Carmy to gasp happily. 

“Look at that little smile ‘eh? Such a pretty girl” he rubbed her back gently and you carefully picked her up and put her on his chest so you could eat, to which he happily laid back, palm flat over her little back patting her soothingly. 

“Can’t wait to try this bear looks so yummy” you pull the tray in your lap and cut off a bite, trying it and nodding “course a ten.” You look at him and he huffs a laugh as to not wake the baby who was clearly ready for another nap

“Y’always say ten” he said softly and pressed his lips to Athena’s head gently, breathing in her baby smell. “Do you know what day it is?” He mumbles and looks over at you. 

“I’ve been waiting for this day for….eight weeks” you smirk and he shook his head amusedly with a smile. 

“Babe- you’ve been” he covers her tiny ears “you’ve been sucking me dry I didn’t even have a break. This is gettin’ exhausting” he joked and you laugh quietly as to not disturb the baby. 

“Not my fault you’re like- don’t get me started I need to eat and shower and shave and - today is a big day.” You said and sipped your smoothie, humming happily “this is really good seriously bear” you told him and he rubbed your hand gently before pressing it to his lips 

“Alright well that means I better get a move on then and there’s laundry t’do so I better go put ‘er down, you eat. Watch y’show ’er whatever and you can do your shower mm?” He asked and you nodded happily. 

Of course he’d oblige your every wish. He had always been this way, but became even more lenient after you’d gotten pregnant. You made sure many times through tearful guilt that he wasn’t making himself resent you, and he assured you that everything he does he wants to do and only does because of the fact that he wants to, he also assured you he could never resent you or even dislike you, or anything less then be fully in love with you. 

You had a luxurious shower, slathered on your favorite lotion and were even able to blow out your hair, putting on your favorite pair of lacy panties. You were upset you had to settle for a nursing bra, but knew Carmy wasn’t going to mind. You put on one of your comfortable slips, even put in some earrings after doing your skincare. By the time you were done Carmy was just getting Athena up from her nap and changing her diaper before bringing her in 

“Say hi mama” he takes her little hand waving it at you “did you have a nice shower?” He pecked your lips sweetly and helped you get settled with her on the bed so she could eat. 

“Very nice - thank you for taking care of everything sweetheart” you sit back, sighing softly and resting your head back “I love you” you look over at him with a sweet smile. 

“I love you beautiful, how y’feelin any cramps?” He asked and held your hand, lacing your fingers together sweetly and kissing your fingers. 

“No- well…not as bad anymore If anything when she’s not as hungry my boobs start to hurt” you explained and he nods 

“Well y’look beautiful baby, I love these on you” he gently touches your earring bringing a smile to your lips, he always notices the smallest things about you. Like he has you memorized. 

“Thank you Bear” you said softly as the baby makes little gulping suckling noises. Carmy chuckled, rubbing her belly lightly. 

“That’s the good stuff huh little? Mama’s got the golden tap” he jokes and you laughed, holding her securely 

“Stop! Stop making me laugh she’s comfy latched like this you’ll piss her off” you nudge him with your foot gently 

“It’s true! You were the one that forced me to try it. It’s sweet, I see why she likes it.” He said and you scrunch your nose, biting back giggles 

“Yes because it encourages her to eat it.” You gently brush that spot over her nose bridge and forehead, causing her eyes to flutter shut “that’s why when she’s 6 months we can’t let her have fruit for a while cause she’ll think everything’s sweet like my milk” you explained 

“Mmm…read that too in one of the books you got- it’s a good call” he thumbs over her fingers gently that were wrapped around his forefinger tightly like a baby monkey. 

“You should sleep” you told him softly. “You can have snuggles with her I’ll watch you” 

He smiled and leaned in, kissing you lovingly “thank you sweets. I can burp her s’okay. I already got the towel” he said and grabbed it from his nightstand. 

She only took a few more minutes before she slowly stopped suckling and instead went to fall right asleep but before she could you took her off and handed her over to Carmy for burping to which she fussed before she realized her dad was taking her then she relaxed again. 

After Carmy fell asleep, you went to put her down for a nap as well and put away the laundry Carmy had washed. It was about 3 hours before Athena began to fuss again and you went to get her, sitting in her rocking chair after you’d changed her and reading her a book as she ate. 

Carmy came in just as you were finishing up The Very Hungry Caterpillar “that’s a good one huh princess?” He said softly, gently caressing her cheek with his knuckle to which she fluttered her eyes open and smiled slightly before closing them again. 

“Mmhmm, that one always puts her to sleep, she stopped eating 3 pages ago but I like to let her have a little time” you said and gently pulled her off to which of course she fussed. Carmy took her, hushing her sweetly and putting her on his shoulder. 

“Y’mommy spoils you little girl” he told her, gently bouncing her as he burped her, putting a cloth on his shoulder and kissing her head. You smile slightly as you fixed your bra and nightgown 

“I’d say we both spoil her. The doctor says she’s the happiest baby she’s met” you fixed her little sock that she’d managed to wriggle down to her toes before kissing her foot 

“And the smartest and the prettiest and the most perfect “ he told her sweetly patting her back as she let out a big burp “good girl” he said and you giggled 

“That was a good one” you told her and kiss her head gently, seeing him like this with her, especially mixed with a sleep thick voice, no shirt, and messy curls - not to mention the stubble from not bothering to shave as often. He looked…delicious 

“Mmm- such a sexy daddy too” you mused, kissing his neck gently and rubbing your palm over his abs that had gone a bit softer due to spending way less time in the gym, but you loved it. 

“Yeah? Even with throw up on my shoulder mm?” He joked, and usually that would be gross - but fuck. The way he stepped up as a father constantly - everything he did was with the two of you in mind and you never even had to ask. He’d quit smoking for god sakes without you saying a word once he’d found out you were pregnant. 

“Especially. You’re so fucking amazing Carmy. Let me go to the bedroom so you can put her down but we need to talk” you told him and kissed his lips lovingly before heading back to the bedroom so he could work his magic getting her to sleep. 

It only took him 20 minutes before she was out and he came to the bedroom, carefully shutting the door behind him. “Needa talk mm? Got a feelin’ we won’t be doin much talkin’ “ he teased, throwing her spit up towel in the hamper easily and coming to lay down with you. As soon as his head hit the pillow you were straddling his lap, your hands on either of his shoulders like a hungry lioness in heat. 

“I want you to fuck another baby in me.” You said and kissed him deeply, grinding against him and running your hands over his chest and abdomen, tugging at the tie of his sweatpants. He moaned in surprise and grabbed your bum, squeezing and spanking you lightly before pulling away after a few more moments of you essentially eating eachother alive to breathe. 

“Holy fucking shit” he said, chest rising and falling quickly “what got into you- im not complaining but-“

“Get me pregnant. I love it- I love it Carmy. God I feel so fucking hot. And seeing you with our daughter being all attentive and good to her? Holy fuck baby. Mm when people look at me - when they look at us I love it. I love knowing that people know you knocked me up.” You said, kissing his neck and sucking a hickey into the stubbly skin there. He moaned softly, palming your ass and squeezing your upper thighs 

“No baby not yet - not yet mm? Y’need time to heal…we can pretend mm?” He counters and gently brushed your hair back. You whine and pout, pulling back and looking at him 

“No. I want it now get me pregnant now.” You beg and hold his hands “pleeease I’m all healed remember? It’s 8 weeks.” You said and kissed over his tattoos, hoping you were distracting enough to get him to agree.  

“Mm yup you can have me inside you again, but doctor said having another baby so fast would cause them to have low birth weight. We don’t want that for our babe no? Also y’breastfeeding babe. The chances of you getting pregnant are super low” he said and you huff, sitting up frustratedly 

“You really know how to turn a girl off, you know that right? Can’t you pretend to satisfy your wife? Don’t you think I know?! Do you think I’m stupid?” You snip and he raised his brows 

“Y’gettin sassy w’me?” He questioned lowly and squeezed your hips “fix the attitude” he ordered and you bit back a smile. 

“No.” You crossed your arms “I don’t have one” you snip “you’re being mean t’me. Y’being mean to your wife” you teased, shoving his shoulder into the pillow playfully. 

“Ohh” he chuckled a bit “did you just push me?” He mused, grabbing your wrist firmly but not enough to hurt, just enough to show you he was willing to play. 

“What would you do about it if I said yes?” You leaned in so close your noses were touching. 

“You’d be in trouble” he smirked, leaning in and tugging your bottom lip between his teeth and sucking and nibbling it gently the way drove you wild. You moaned softly, your eyes fluttering shut. The feeling went straight to your core, warmth flooding your abdomen and your clit twitching with excitement. 

“Please” you said softly, well as much as you could mumble with one lip the other still being assaulted by Carm who was very much enjoying the way you were squirming in his lap to get any kind of friction you could. 

He finally releases you “please what angel?” He spanks you lightly “what d’y’need mm?” He lifted your nightgown over your ass and squeezed the flesh, reaching under you and cupping your heat. He hummed at the feeling of dampness already soaking the lace, collecting as much as he could on his fingers. 

“I need you t’fill me up again. Fuckin breed me make me a mommy again mm?” You begged, grinding against his hand - not even caring about the whorish filthy moans falling from your lips. You’d been fantasizing about this for weeks now, the relief of his hand- his wonderful calloused, thick, muscular hand, felt like it was enough to send you into a full orgasm just from the pressure his fingers were giving. 

“Holy fuck y’soaked babe- my god” he groaned, pulling your panties to the side and gently rubbing circles into your swollen throbbing clit that was already twitching. Your hips buck and you bit down on your hand to hold in a cry as to not wake the baby. The next 3 or so minutes you couldn’t even remember what you said as he rubbed firm quick circles over your clit and after not having been touched for nearly 3 months - you were cumming on his hand mumbling his name, and profanities that would likely be considered sacrilegious while whimpering and squirming, thighs shivering - the whole 9. 

“Wow” he muttered, and if your orgasm wasn’t so intense you would probably have laughed at how amazed he sounded. “Y’good?” He rubs your stomach gently and you nod quickly, trying to even your breathing. 

“Fuck-“ you said once you came down “I literally blacked out for a second I think-“ you laughed and he followed suit, carefully laying you down after tucking 2 pillows under your hips to keep you elevated and tugging your panties off. 

“Shit babe y’get all soft on me?” He teased, carefully wrapping your thighs around his waist and pushing down his boxers and sweats just enough to let his cock free. You loved this. It all felt so normal, you were worried it would be awkward getting in bed again, but you two were picking up right where you left off. 

“I think you’re underestimating how sensitive hormones make you” you said as he kissed over your stomach and hips, licking a stripe up your heat causing you to gasp and grip the sheets tightly , your core clenching around nothing. Each touch felt like the power of a lightning strike, it was so much better than before. It had to be the hormones, but shit - now that you knew how good this felt you were worried you could never get enough of him. 

“I guess I was. Also y’super sweet now by the way - sweeter then before I should say” he spread you wider with his fingers to lap up more of your arousal and you look down at him, moaning at the sight. 

“God I fuckin missed you between my thighs - you’re so pretty” you smile, watching as he strokes himself as he continues to pleasure you first per usual. “Can you- try inside?” You asked gently and he looked up at you, resting his cheek on your thigh. 

“You’re ready for that?” He asked softly, his lips and chin glistening with slick. 

“Yeah- uh…try one? Maybe just one at first” you said sheepishly and he nodded, licking his lips 

“Course sweetheart, tell me if s’too much yeah?” He assured and rubbed over you gently before easing a finger over your entrance. 

The feeling was…well. 

It was similar to the uncomfort of your first time, which - if that was the case then it would just take a few times to feel good again. “How’s it feel?” He gently sucks your clit as he eases to the second knuckle, curling gently 

“Mm- okay? Not like it used to. But kinda like it used to…maybe it’ll feel better the more we do it” you assure and he nods a bit, flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud in the way that always got you to open up to him and you gasped lightly, back arching and core going lax. He slipped the final knuckle in and placed a kiss to your mound before slowly pumping as to not overstimulate you. 

“Yeah- mmm yeah” you breathe as it started to feel more familiar, the muscles loosening once again and relaxing. “Another- you can try another.” You told him and gently lace your fingers in his hair. He carefully eased in his forefinger, curling them against your g-spot and your thigh twitches, you nearly sobbed at the feeling that shot through your body at the contact. 

“Oh- okay found it-” he chuckled a bit “sorry did it hurt?” He asked and you shook your head quickly 

“Again” you said softly, trying to remain all of your control because you knew as soon as you lost it finding it would be nearly impossible and you two had a sleeping tiny human 1 room over. 

“Y’feel a lot tighter” he said, pumping his fingers slower, curling them against that fantastic spongey spot each time and you felt that coil in your belly tightening rapidly and it was going to snap now, any moment. “Y’like gushing right now” he chuckled, but it fell on deaf ears because your mind was fuzzy with pleasure. 

You couldn’t form a thought even if you tried, the mixture of his tongue sloppily drooling all over your clit as he padded over it, and the jolt of pleasure each curl of his fingers - it was a place long forgotten since your baby had been born since your priorities had both been changed and refocused for the time being. You weren’t able to warn him, you couldn’t do anything other then mutter his name as your orgasm washed over you so hard he had to hold your legs open so you didn’t crush him by mistake. 

“Fuck me- fuck me baby please Jesus- fuck me” you found yourself begging as you fluttered your eyes open and he was looking up at you in amazement like an owl, mouth slightly agape. 

“Holy shit” he muttered “you’ve never cum like that- what the fuck- I thought I almost killed you” he kissed your thigh and you laugh, a real laugh, chest rising and falling quickly as the aftershock of your orgasm reels back mixed with your giggles. 

“Please. Please” you cup his cheeks “cum inside me” you beg. He trailed kisses up your body, meeting your lips and pulling you into a hot, messy kiss. Mixed with clashing teeth and mixing of spit and sucking of tongues, before lining himself up and carefully pushing his tip in. You whimpered into his mouth and he pulled his lips away from yours, a small string of saliva connecting you both 

“Did I hurt you?” He asked worriedly and you shook your head

“Feels so good bear. Keep goin’ fuck I f’got how full I can feel” you pulled your lips back to his and felt him smile into your lips, holding your hand and lacing your fingers as his other hand worked on rubbing circles into your clit. He kept you quiet by making out with you as he thrusted in fully, staying still for a moment so you could adjust to the sensation once more. 

He grunts, feeling your walls flutter around him and you giggle in response, causing him to moan at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him “shit don’t do that I’ll fuckin cum”

“Then move dummy!” You push your heels into his ass and he chuckled, thrusting slowly in and out, nearly to the tip, before thrusting all the way back in to the hilt- his balls touching the curve of your ass 

“ are y’fuckin kickin me like a horse?” He teased as your back arched off the bed, a whiny moan tearing from your throat and he covers your mouth quickly, “here y’are beggin me t’fuck a second one int’you- y’haven’t even learned how t’be quiet for the first. The baby is sleeping.” He grumbled, and the way he was getting rough with you to protect your baby was enough to throw you into your third orgasm, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes from the overstimulation of your clit, whining and squirming beneath his grasp. 

“Y’gonna be quiet? Er do I have to keep you muzzled ‘mm?” He teased, removing his hand from your mouth 

“Promise- I promise- please please please Carmy - give me another one I promise I’ll be so quiet” you said softly, your voice pleading and begging. He moaned, thrusting a bit harder 

“Can y’take it? Mm? Are y’sure Y’can take me again princess? Last time I knocked you up it took quite a few months a’you face down, ass up, full a’my cum. Nights at a time. Y’don’t remember how you’d whine about how sore you’d get while you were ovulating? Mmm? Fuck you so full y’get sore- fuckin y’four er five times a’day?” he grabs your face, forcing you to look at him with mushed cheeks. 

You whine pathetically, mumbling little ‘yes’ ‘mmhmm’ and ‘please’  you manage to get out an “I miss that so much Carmy” you whimper as he cages you in with his arms, his chain dangling in your face and brushing against your chin as his thrusts get sloppier. 

“Yeah? You miss bein full a’my cum? Y’miss wakin’ up in the mornin’ drippin’ w’me honey?” He mutters into your neck, feeling droplets of your sweat mixing together as your bodies rubbed with his incredibly deep thrusts, nearly laying over you. But Carmy was the most comfortable blanket you could ever ask for. 

“So much- so so much baby. Y’know Athena would be such a good sister- she needs a little friend mm? Y’gonna give your girl what she wants?” You scratch down his back as he pounds right into your g-spot, “oh I’m gonna cum” you whined, back arching and chest pressing flush to his. 

“Fuck - fuck- yes. Yes baby. Fuck m’gonna fuck you full I promise- fuck I’ll give you whatever you want baby I fuckin love you I love you” he moans into your neck, whimpering softly as he shoots hot thick ropes of cum deep inside you, fucking you through your fourth orgasm of the day, rubbing over your belly gently “gonna fuckin stretch this belly out again mm?” He growled hotly in your ear and you giggle, slapping his back playfully. 

“You're so funny talking about wanting to wait” you said and he huffs a laugh into your neck. 

“Yeah yeah. Legs up- Thena’s gonna be hungry soon so Y’can only prop up there f’r like half an hour” he said and helped you put the pillows against the headboard with your hips on them so you were at an angle and rest your legs up on it to let gravity do its thing.  It wasn’t surprising to you, but he absolutely wasn’t opposed to another one so soon after a little convincing.

[lizthewriter]

good old-fashioned lover boy / sanji vinsmoke

PAIRING  opla!sanji x quiet!reader

SUMMARY  someone was always leaving behind poems and gifts in sanji's kitchen and he was going to find out who it was. one night he gets drunk and . . . has this secret finally revealed itself, or, themself?

QUOTE  "set my alarm, turn on my charm, / that's because i'm a good old-fashioned lover boy," - good old-fashioned lover boy by queen

WORD COUNT  1.7K

WRITTEN  7.9.2024

it was obvious to perhaps everyone but sanji himself who was leaving him small sonnets and gifts in the kitchen. everyone knew how you pined for sanji - because no other person on that ship didn't consistently pick on him (well, except for usopp but he had his own love stashed away on a charming little island). maybe it was sanji's over-inflated ego that made him think it could have been anyone on the ship leaving him these cute gifts or maybe it was something else. but he was determined to find out who, exactly, it was.

you, said person secretly leaving all this for him, didn't want him to find you out anyways. what if he was dissappointed that in the end, it was plain old you? you had imagined his expression falling upon realizing this and it pained your heart - you couldn't imagine how much more it would hurt to actually see that in real life.

your job on the ship was a simple one - you cleaned. every room, every floor, every wall. sparkling clean every day because of your valiant effort (and valiant was an understatement - the straw hats could be terrifyingly disgusting sometimes). you never complained because you liked your job. it was just as valuable to the team as anyone else's. if luffy wanted the straw hats to be the best, most well-renowned, most sought-after in all the east blue then his ship must emanate that.

so there you were, mopping the starboard as luffy guided the ship through today's rather calm sea. zoro was busy meticulously caring for his swords while usopp, sanji, and nami were deep in conversation (although, nami seemed only a bystander while the other two conversed excitedly).

"luffy, we're going to need to restock soon. you are planning on taking us to the next port, right?" sanji asked, climbing up the starboard, two stairs at a time with those long limbs of his. "as much as i enjoy our little adventures, i don't think they'll be very fruitful if we're not well fed."

zoro and nami groaned. "please, not another one of your food-themed puns," nami complained aloud, while zoro only grunted in discontent and continued carrying for his swords (which sometimes seemed to be the only things he cared about).

"i'll stop at the next port then!" luffy exclaimed with a wide-grin, chock full of his usual child-like enthusiasm. sanji passed by you on the way back down to usopp, sending you a signature flirty wink and a two-fingered salute before greeting usopp boisterously with a clap on the back.

part of you hated the way the butterflies in your stomach twirled and twisted at some gesture as small and meaningless at that - i mean, come on, he did that to literally everyone. but the heart wants what the heart wants. and sometimes, the heart was completely and utterly ridiculous.

-

it was practically nightfall when luffy brought the ship to a port, so the others decides they would have a night on the town and invited you. now, you weren't very outgoing - in fact, you often avoided excursions like this, but sanji was going and you wanted to spend time with him, so you said yes.

most of the straw-hats were pretty loud. even zoro, who was rather broody most of the time, grunting as a form of communication. luffy walked through the bustling streets of this port city with all the maturity of a cartoon character. usopp and sanji, who had somehow already obtained alcohol, had their hands around each other's shoulders and were loudly singing some pirate song while nami and zoro were (suprisingly) getting along quite well (most due to luffy's way of bringing everyone together). you, however, hung back. it was always their extrovertedness that made you feel like the odd ball of the group.

as the rest of the group made their way into a pub, you stopped by a local stall filled with little trinkets for sale. you pointed towards a minature decorative ornament of a chef's hat. "can i have that one please?"

you smiled softly as you exchanged gold for the small decoration, admiring it before tucking it away in one of the pockets of your coat. you joined the straw-hats in the pub, but drank only a water. if they were all to get drunk, they needed someone sensible to guide them back to the ship and get them asleep before zoro tried to guide them to the other side of whatever island they were on. his navigational skills were truly terrible.

as you admired your friends' drunken spirits from the sidelines, you didn't notice the way sanji crawled up to your side and rested his head against your shoulder. "i'm cold and i'm hungry but the door is open and the food here is terrible," he whined in your ear.

you patted him on the head awkwardly. "it's all right, sanji, there's some leftovers from lunch that luffy hasn't eaten yet and you'll be in your warm bed soon enough."

"hmm, i think i'll use you to keep me warm instead," he responded (in surprisingly an innocent way), snuggling up to your side and snoozing against you. you felt a warm blush fall over your cheeks - you couldn't help but think he was suggesting something else at what he had said.

"i think it's time we head home - i think you're all a bit too drunk tonight," you muttered softly, gently pushing his head off your shoulder. slowly (and painstakingly), you somehow managed to gather all the straw-hats in one piece and struggled (but was successful) in your endeavor to get the aboard the ship. soon enough, almost all were asleep, except for sanji.

you lead him down one of the narrow corridors of the ship to his room and opened the door, helping him into his room. the doorway was rather small for you both (let alone the ship for you entire crew), and in your attempt to squeeze through the door, the little trinkets you had planned on leaving for him in the kitchen tonight fell from your pocket and directly in front of sanji.

the two of you froze. he stared down at the hat. so did you. fear settled within you, filling you like air, freezing you in place.

then, sanji laughed. "i need me one of those." and he continued unbothered to his bed, flopping onto it and cuddling one of his pillows. you watched in utter shock as he mumbled a quiet good night before falling asleep immediately, his obnoxious snores filling the room. he had just breezed past what had happened. he hadn't even realized. thank gold roger he was drunk. you collected the trinket from the floor and closed his bedroom door as you departed towards your bedroom.

-

the next morning, all had seemed normal. sanji didn't show any signs of remembering what had happened the night before. you didn't want to risk his memory coming back by gifting him the trinket in secret, so you absentmindedly placed it back in your pocket before swiftly falling asleep the night prior. were you never going to learn? if you were being completely honest, you forgot all about where you put the decoration. which is why you were so shocked when you dropped it. again.

you were cleaning the kitchen. sanji was cooking. it was a normal, every day occurence. but your nerves were still aflame from the night before, making you antsy and clumsy - and as you turned around to grab a new bar of soap from another cabinet, sanji was turning towards where you were (the sink), to place yet another dish in. the result? the two of you, limbs tangle together, while the gift you had yet to give sanji sat right on his chest.

suddenly, the memories from the night before swirled in his head. he picked up the small trinket, tilting his head in confusion as he looked at it, then you. "you're the one leaving me gifts in the kitchen?" he asked, as though suprised that it was anyone other than you.

"well - i - uh - yes," you responded dejectedly, trying to untangle your legs, boeing your head so you didn't have to meet his puppy eyes.

a grin spread across sanji's face, as he repeated what he said before, as though solidifying the reality of it. "you're the one leaving me gifts in the kitchen."

"yes, i know, it's stupid," you responded, pushing yourself up from the ground and brushing off your apron. "stupid, stupid," you mumbled to yourself.

"no, no, it's anything but stupid!" sanji exclaimed, standing up and grabbing you by the shoulders, excitement written all over his face. "they - they make my day! i keep all of them, you see, all the cards and the poems and the gifts in a drawer in my room! i'd put them on display in the kitchen but i've no idea how - they'd fall down without something to stick them to the shelf. no, they're - they're really sweet. just like you."

"you're telling the truth?" you asked hopefully, a hesitant smile brimming beneath all that uncertainty of yours. sanji barked out a laugh.

"of course! i wouldn't lie to you, mon cherie," he responded, tucking some stray hair behind your ear. "i think this enlightening event deserves something to mark it's importance. a kiss, perhaps?"

through red cheeks and averted eyes, you nodded. he placed his index finger under your chin, tilting your head so that you were facing him completely. "don't hide that beautiful face of yours, pretty girl. i want to see all of it." he admired you with those starry, puppy eyes of his before bringing his lips down to catch yours in a gentle, loving kiss.

your hands somehow made their way up to clutch his face. caught in the moment, you slipped in deeper before-

"finally. it was annoying watching you two pine for each other." you and sanji separated as zoro entered the kitchen, stealing one of sanji's ingredients for dinner and taking a big bite out of it. you both stared at him.

"we're kind of in the middle of something here."

"right."

when zoro left, sanji turned back to you with a small smile. "shall we try again? no interruptions this time."

[mechaknight-98]

Ardor (NSFW) FT Sakura Miyawaki

Authors note: I see a lot of you getting comfortable with my girl while I've been writing some of my other biasses so I'm back on my main shit with my main girl. Inspired by ideas from @midastouch-zaza and @dreamcatchers-husband

Slightly tweaked idea from DC, and Midas touch

Sakura loved Daigo and was missing him. She hadn't seen him in a while almost three weeks. (but she wasn't counting) During that time she noticed he had become more distant this happened with him a lot but this time it felt different for Sakura; this aloofness can be explained mostly by his work being busier, but Sakura read this fatigue and Aloofness as him growing tired of her (he wasn't) So she decided to take a weekend trip out to California to visit. 

Her plan was simple she was going to wine and dine him then fuck him dumb to remind her who he belonged to. She arrived while he was at work and went to his place. She let herself in with the spare key he gave her and went to his shower to clean herself. after finishing she lay in his bed with an alarm set for an hour before he was supposed to be home so she could get reservations for the night. After that, she took a nap. both Daigo and Sakura had been having very intense dreams of fucking each other recently and now was no break. (which they had discussed at length with each other)

As Daigo arrived homes he felt his dick getting harder and harder which was one of his “extrasensory abilities” that informed him of one thing: his breeding bitch was close and she was horny. When he walked into his home he smelled her scent and knew she was close. On instinct, he walked to his bedroom where she was sleeping happily. Despite his surging urges to fuck her (knowing her she would have enjoyed him enjoying her sleeping body) he decided to join her in slumber. Daigo crawled into the bed behind her and wrapped his arms around her waistline before snuggling close to her. Kura cooed in her sleep at this newfound comfort. 

3 hours later Kura was awoken by her alarm, but as she went to grab her phone and sit up she noticed she had arms wrapped around her. She looked back to see Daigo had returned earlier than expected and she noticed his bulge. She smirked at his eagerness for her. She palmed it jolting Daigo awake, and Sakura smiled. “I thought you said you get off at two?” her words dripped with unsatisfied desire.

Daigo’s vision was blurry, and clouded by; fatigue, and ardor. He wanted to pounce on his breeding bitch but was concerned as to why she came out of the blue. 

“While I appreciate this gesture. I am a bit concerned as to why you are here.”

Sakura's aura began to radiate lustful energy that only served to make Daigo even harder under her radiant gaze. She smiled before saying, “My stud has been distant lately and I need to reign him back in.” she emphasized the in as she grabbed Daigo’s balls. Daigo moans at her aggressive touch trying to keep concentrated. His body desperately wants to give in though and Sakura can see it. She knows her stud is close to breaking down and railing her she just needs a little more pressure. 

“I…I… Kura I…” Daigo tries to respond as Sakura strokes him tortuously slow

“It's not Kura anymore it's Saki,” she says as she lifts her jacket over her head revealing her bare chest which she guides her stud’s haHan to with her open hand while she still strokes him with the other. Daigo moans as he grows under her touch. 

“You like that stud,” Sakura asked watching her stud begin to thrust into her palm. 

“Ah yes, Saki,” Daigo said, and Sakura smiled before abruptly stopping confusing Daigo. Assuming she wanted pleasure Daigo attempted to reach out to Sakura but she stopped his advance as well. He looked at her confused while she glared at him with an aroused and fierce gaze

“Stud, why have you been so aloof recently?” she asked as she held him back 

Daigo looked at Sakura confused, in his mind he was just tired a bit more than usual. They still played games together on the weekend and had cute little video call dinner dates, so he asked, “Wait why do you think that?”  

“Our last few Dates you've seemed distracted like I'm holding you hostage,” Sakura said bitingly. Daigo’s cock hardened at Sakura’s tense tone. Sakura smiled knowing that even if he may have wandered mentally his body knew who it belonged with. 

Daigo struggles to speak before saying, “I am sorry if I made you feel neglected things have just been busy at work,” Daigo squirms under Sakura’s lustful gaze. He fights his desire to take her knowing that Saki wouldn't appreciate the gesture. Sakura watches her stud carefully she smirks at how desperately hard his cock is knowing it was all for her. 

“I forgive you,” Sakura says, but before Saigo can relax too much she says, “But you still must be punished.” Daigo looks confused until Saki forcibly grabs Daigo’s cock. “I am going to break your mind then your dick,” she said. Daigo moaned as Saki stroked him with a tortuously slow handjob. 

Daigo felt himself losing his mind to the pleasure, sakura smiled maliciously, “Yes stud feel the pleasure take hold. Don't think to focus on my voice and my eyes,” she watched as Daigo began to thrust into Sakura’s hand and panting, while he felt his mind slowly melt away taken by this small Japanese woman. Seeing her advantage Sakura used her other hand to massage his balls. This sent Daigo over the edge as cum flew from his tip onto Sakura’s sinful sexy body. Due to the intensity of his orgasm, Daigo was not ready to go again but Sakura had other ideas. She stripped the rest of her clothes before aligning her pussy with his cock. 

Daigo watched helplessly and tried to convince Sakurs to not ride him but his words were futile, “Kura please wait I'm still senstive OH FUCK!” Sakura smiled as she pushed Daigo down. 

“No this is your punishment,” Sakura said before smothering him with her tits. Daigo moaned as her tight pussy engulfs Daigo’s cock “Suck my nipples, Sakura demanded, and Daigo complied. Sakura moaned as his lips gently nibbled her sensitive nipples “I didn't know you could be so talented with your mouth stud,” Sakura moaned as she felt Daigo's tender embrace as she rides him. As she does she feels a familiar tingle as she feels his cock beginning to twitch inside of her.

"Are you gonna cum again," Saki questions her stud. Daigo nods and Sakura moves him from her chest to watch him break further. Daigo unable to resist fills Sakura's warm cavern with his seed his eyes see stars and he begins to black out but Saki has other plans. She gets from her seat on his crotch and takes him in her mouth. She smiles wickedly hearing him scream and writhe in pleasure as it turns into agony

"Fuck Kura please stop I can't take it anymore," Daigo begs, but Saki only stares at him with her big brown eyes full of lust and vindication. She would not stop until he broke and he was close to breaking. She bottomed out Daigo's cock down her throat as she took him in further than she ever has, having trained her gag reflex away a long time ago she watched with perverse glee as Daigo broke in front of her.

"Saki, I'm sorry please stop," Daigo screamed but Sakura still sucked. As she felt him get harder again she watched as Daigo was reduced to whimpers and groans that were indiscernible as to whether it was pleasure or pain. As Daigo neared another climax she squeezed his balls to have him explode in her again. After her man was throatily drained mentally and physically she licked the cum and saliva trying to escape her lips. 

"I forgive you Daigo," she teased as Daigo shivered and convulsed in discomfort. Daigo's only response was to groan in pain as he tried to formulate a response but couldn't Sakura smiled and said, "Love you too babe!" before cuddling the distressed man. 

“Hey stud let's get some food,” Sakura said in a cute voice Daigo nodded and got up Sakura marveled at his erect cock.

“Guess I didn't drain you enough,” she said sternly as she began extending a delicate hand to her favorite cock. Daigo smacked her hand away before saying,

“No, you've done enough. I'm just always some level of hard for you,” Daigo explained and Sakura beamed. She slinked over to her tired boyfriend and kissed him. Daigo returned it and let her tongue explore his mouth. Feeling his hard rod Sakura’s hand reaches down and gently palms it before stroking it. Daigo tries to stop her but his lust begins to give in to her. Sakura guides him back to the bed where she lines him up with Her pussy. Before she could though her stomach growls causing the couple to laugh and postpone their “schedule”. They showered and went out for food. They arrived at a Mexican restaurant and sat together. Sakura liked the warm and friendly atmosphere before ordering herself a nice beer, while Daigo drank a seven-up. Content she grabbed his hand and smiled at him. Daigo returned the smile. Sakura saw the light back in his eyes and the fire he held for her.

“There’s the Daigo I know,” she said teasingly. Daigo looked at her confused

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I don't know you've just been out of it the last few times we talked and I wanted to see you, make sure you're doing okay,” Sakura explained. Daigo smirked

“So you're goal wasn't to punish me?”

Sakura looked down bashfully, “No and I'll be the first to admit. I may have gone overboard with it, but you were still so hard. You know ever since you visited me in Korea. I've felt different,” Sakura said, “I crave you physically and emotionally.” as she spoke she felt her core heat up and a wet spot forming between her legs. “Ugh you've made me such a slut for you I'm soaked right now,” Kura added as she rubbed her legs together. Daigo chuckled before saying,

“I guess I'm the same way I mean you've seen it. My boner refuses to go down for you. Even if I want it too,” Daigo lamented. Kura giggled at Daigo’s reveal.

“Oh, really you expect me to believe stud isn't this rapacious all the time,” Sakura asked. Daigo looked at her perplexed,

“Since when do you use words like Rapacious?” Sakura laughed before saying,

“Well since my boyfriend is a walking dictionary. My vocabulary has expanded into the erudite” Kura’s tone was playful as she smiled at Daigo who glared at her but in watching her flutter those big brown eyes Daigo softened.

“Gosh you are resplendent,” he said. Sakura smiled and said

“Case in point.”

Daigo rolled his eyes listening to her then leaned over to kiss her forehead. Sakura’s heart flutter kicked into the sky from his display. Shortly after that, their food arrived. Daigo prayed and Sakura joined him before eating. Daigo looked at her confused and Sakura teased him,

“What?” she said before eating with him.

As they ate Sakura snuck bites of Daigo’s burritos while he wasn't looking. As they finished up Sakura looked up at Daigo and said, “Hey stud Chaewon and I are meeting up with Yujin and Wonyoung. Can you show up for me please,” Sakura asked

Daigo nodded and responded, “Absolutely Kura I would love to,”

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

Chapter 5 - Clandestine Meetings

A Mafia!Steve Harrington AU (featuring Mafia!Eddie Munson)

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Chapter Summary: Every interaction has finally led you to this moment, straight into the arms of the man you love.

18+ Only! Minors DNI! (Smut and Mature themes)

CW: Minimal use of Y/N. Reader is referred to as "Dove." Infidelity (reader is married). Dirty talk. Smut! Oral (Female receiving). Fingering. Big Dick!Steve. Protected P in V. Hint of a breeding kink (for both reader and Steve).

WC: 8.4K

The hours ticked by at an agonizingly slow pace while sitting in your room waiting for the first trace of light to filter through the curtains so you could sneak back out. You sat alternating between chewing your nails and ringing your hands.

Your only consuming thought was getting back to the office to gain access to your phone and warn Steve.

At least waiting for morning didn't make it quite as suspicious. It would be under the guise that you needed to make sure the space was properly cleaned and organized for business as usual come Monday.

It wasn't unusual. Nik knew you were meticulous, if not a little OCD regarding the gallery. He wouldn't bat an eye your way. At least you hoped so, after what you had overheard on your way in, you had to be extra vigilant.

When those first beams of light finally trickled in, you were off, not bothering to alert your driver or anyone else in the house, grabbing the keys to your cherry red convertible that Nik had purchased for you when you'd returned from your honeymoon.

It was one present you were now thankful for, the only vehicle in the house you had exclusive access to.

You quickly went to the garage and got behind the wheel, starting the engine and initiating the automatic garage door.

Nik watched you from his second-floor window with disdain and contempt, immediately phoning one of his many goons to make sure they followed you. Lucky for you they would have nothing useful to report back to him today.

You raced across town feeling as though you were against some sort of impending countdown.

It was early but you hoped Steve was already up as you sent your text.

6:20 AM: Please call me.

Simple. Effective. The phone rang within 30 seconds.

“What's wrong?” He asked before you had the chance to speak, sounding a little winded. “I'll be there in 10 minutes.”

“No, no. Steve. I'm fine.” You assured him, an audible sigh of relief was heard on the other end of the line. “It's you I'm worried about. When I came home last night, Nik was speaking with the boogeyman. Have you heard of him?”

There was a pause, his mind silently letting it register who you were referring to while choosing his next words carefully to not alarm you in any sort of way.

“I have. What did you hear?”

“Nik said he wanted to have him on standby. It doesn't sound like he's planning anything right away, but it's Nik. Any little thing could set him off.” You felt yourself getting worked up as you took a ragged breath. “Steve, I— I can't—”

“Dove, listen to my voice. Take a deep breath for me, tesoro. It's just you and me right now.”

You focused solely on his calm demeanor, yet commanding tone as you inhaled and then let out a deep exhale like he asked.

“Better?” He questioned.

“Better.” You parroted, a small smile finally gracing your features.

“Good, now let's avoid trying to give me a heart attack first thing in the morning, yeah?” You could hear the relief in his voice as he spoke. He was ready to leave the house at a moment's notice for you. He'd been prepared for all kinds of scenarios, hoping for best but always prepared for the worst.

“I can't promise, but I'll try to save the dramatics for a more reasonable hour.” You laughed, as the rest of your trepidation further slipped away. He had a way of doing that. Making you feel completely calm and safe.

“I'll come by tomorrow, if that's alright.” He took a seat at his desk and leaned back in his plush leather chair with another sigh.

“Of course, but I'm fine. Truly. I just needed to let you know.” I needed to hear your voice.

“I know, Dove. I just want to come by to see my girl.” The words came out so easily, he didn't even notice when they slipped out. In his mind, you were always his.

“Your girl, huh?” You grinned to yourself.

“Always, tesoro mio. Stay safe and say hello to your father for me.”

“My father?”

“It's Sunday, no? That was always a tradition in your house. Don't tell me you don't do that anymore.” Something Steve had always longed for. A family that actually cared enough for one another to have dinner once a week. He craved that kind of closeness with his own family some day.

“Of course, it's just— nothing, it doesn't matter. I'll see you tomorrow, amore mio.”

Amore mio. Your parting words had him over the moon. You were still his, in every way. He had a few more surprises for you in the days to come and he couldn't wait to share them with you.

He suddenly felt like a teenager again. Sneaking around so his father wouldn't find you together, except this time the stakes were much higher. He knew the dangers, but you were more than worth it.

-

The truth you didn't want to tell Steve was that you hadn't made lunch plans with your father. Not since the day he shed light on everything that he knew.

You had been keeping him at an arm's length. Texting him instead of calling him. Avoiding any face-to-face interactions if at all possible. It wouldn't last forever but right now it's what you needed.

He respected your decision, but he was hurting too. His only child going from devoted daughter to almost completely ignoring him gave him immediate whiplash, but deep down he knew he deserved it. After that day, he vowed to make everything right.

He was prepared to follow through, whatever the cost. He wasn't about to lose the only light he had left in his miserable life.

The day was open to possibilities, rarely staying at home anymore unless some sort of “wifely” duty was called for, but even that was becoming less frequent. You suspected Nik wanted nothing to do with you at this point.

It did worry you, but at the same time there was a huge sense of relief.

It was a beautiful, sunshine filled day. A walk around the park to clear your head and get some fresh air was high on the agenda.

You found an empty park bench close to the playground to read for a while.

The breeze was warm, spring would soon usher in summer, as children laughed and carried on around you. The book you tried to read, long forgotten sitting closed beside you.

You let yourself imagine for a moment what it would be like to be nothing more than a woman sitting at a bench who was free to do as she pleased, not chained to a life she was born into but one that was all her own.

Given the chance, you could walk away but the man you loved could never have that luxury. Deep down you know that he would have tried to make your life as normal as possible because it's what you had always wanted.

A simple dream of being a wife and someday a mother almost seemed too out of reach but when you looked at him you could still picture it all perfectly. You were both like minded, sharing the same dreams and goals. It has always been that way.

A child screamed in the distance, knocking you from your daydream. It was getting late in the afternoon as you packed your things and headed back home for the day.

You'd been expecting him all morning.

“Excuse me, miss?” He asked toward you and your assistant, Abigail turned as you bit your lip, hiding the smile that threatened to give you away all too easily.

“Yes, sir, Mr. Harrington. How can…” Your assistant began, but you quickly cut it, relieved to see him again.

“That's okay, Abigail. I'll see this gentleman.” She nodded and quickly dashed away.

He had turned back to a sculpture that had just made it to the floor, hands clasped behind his back seemingly studying it as you walked up standing beside him.

“Quite exquisite, no?” You asked.

“It's well, it's…” he tilts his head, eyes roving down and back up your body instead. “I would say breathtaking.”

“Is that so, Mr. Harrington?” You finally meet his gaze, soft hazel eyes focused solely on you as he studies your face.

You didn't want to break the trance, but it was beginning to feel suffocating being in this close proximity to him.

You swallowed thickly before looking away from him, cheeks flushing pink. You'd hope he hadn't noticed.

“So, does anything catch your eye?” Simply referring to the art.

“Absolutely. But what I want is sadly unavailable.” He whispered; you hadn't noticed when he'd inched closer; his woodsy scented cologne suddenly surrounding you.

You met his eyes, as he tucked his bottom lip briefly between his teeth drawing your attention back to his pouty lips.

“I would love nothing more than to take her home. Show her all the ways I've missed her, wishing I could take it all back.” Your body felt like it was being pulled toward him, as his eyes drifted to your lips.

“Steve, I—” It came out almost pained, as you released a breath you'd been holding.

“I told you once if this is too much, I'll stop. Just tell me what YOU need.”

Need. Not want. As if he already knew.

“I need room to breathe. I need the love and affection I so desperately crave. I need freedom.” Your eyes checked the room before stepping closer and whispering to him. “And most of all, I need you.”

“I'm working on that.” He replied, a small twinkle in his eye. He was up to something.

“I trust you are, but right now, Mr. Harrington, I need to get back to work.”

“Of course, I'll leave you to it.” He reached for you, fingertips grazing lightly across your skin before pulling your hand up tenderly to his lips placing a small kiss to the back of your hand; squeezing lightly before letting it rest back at your side.

The moment his lips touched your skin your mind went blank. You stare at him unblinking for a moment more before he smiles.

“Arrivederci, my dove.” He turned, leaving you to trail after him.

Steve would stop at nothing to keep you safe and make you his once more. He was ready to play the long game and he knew he'd win; family or husbands be damned. He knows who your heart truly belongs to just as he knows his has always belonged to you.

You had a habit of leaving your burner out in the afternoon while you finished working.

Sometimes he would text or call, knowing you were still at the office. You checked it after taking a small break.

921-987-5555 5:38PM: Tesoro, I left a few things unsaid this afternoon. Are you free to talk?

Sent 6:09 PM: Of course.

The phone began to buzz a few moments later.

“Mr. Harrington?” You asked.

“Ms. Alexander, it would be a pleasure to have you accompany me for dinner tomorrow evening.” He stated.

“Ste—” releasing a heavy sigh, as he interrupted.

“Ah, ah I know what you're going to say, but just listen. I have a place just around the corner from your gallery. It'll just be you and I, away from prying eyes.” Pausing a moment to light a cigarette between his lips letting what he had just said sink in for a moment. The two of you. Alone.

“What do you say? I'll show you those cooking skills and make us a nice dinner.” Taking a large drag, giving you the moment to speak.

“I— I'll think about it. It's—”

“Hey, don't worry about those goons or the goddamn Boogeyman. You deserve a night without worries. I want to give you that at least. Just think about it. Please?” He chimed in, as your mind began to drift with the possibilities.

“Okay.” You replied softly. “I'll think about it.”

“Good girl.” He purred, leaning back in his chair, propping his feet up on his desk. If his father could see him now, he'd likely kill him. “Take the night, Dove. Think it over.”

And you had been thinking it over. The last four hours lying in bed staring at the ceiling. It all felt like a fever dream. It was happening so fast yet taking its time.

You began to relive that moment from the gala over and over, always wishing and hoping for more. This was your chance.

You suddenly began aching with need at the thought of finally being alone with him, imagining his large hands roaming your body. His lips trailing soft kisses. His mouth, exploring and tasting you.

Your fingertips slipped past the waistband of your satin sleep shorts until they swirled along your clit, dipping further to your entrance as images of the two of you tangled together danced behind your eyelids. It didn't take very long for your orgasm to build at the thought of him filling you completely, remembering vividly what his cock looked and felt like.

He was bigger than anyone you'd been with since, not only long but thick with a prominent vein that ran down the underside almost from base to tip. You could picture the way he stretched you open with just his head, working you down his length little by little while whispering sweet praises in your ear.

“Steve.” You whispered out, breathy and high, working yourself as your fingers tried to reach that sweet spongy spot inside you. Your clit was throbbing, your cunt tightening around your fingers as you came harder than you had in a long time, picturing him telling you what a good job you'd done.

You slept easy that night.

It was never a choice. Your mind has been made up since the first time you had laid eyes on him again. It was time to take a leap.

Once you'd reached the office, you sent him a simple text stating, “when and where?”

It was followed quickly with an answer. His driver would be parked around back at 7 PM.

Your nerves were high, and your heart was pounding, excitement more than anything fueling your body.

When you locked up the driver was already outside waiting for you just as Steve had instructed, opening the door for you.

“For you miss.” Announcing when you got closer, handing you a small manila envelope. You hold it close as you sit down. “We don't have far to go, but do you need anything?”

“No, thank you.” Replying as he nodded and closed the door. No doubt under Steve's explicit instructions to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

The envelope has a little weight to it, you noted while opening it. No letter, you flipped it over as a brass key fell into your hand with a small slip of paper.

Top floor. Apartment 3.

Take the elevator, it's the last door on the left.

This was it. It felt like everything had been leading up to this moment and your life was about to change. If only you knew how true that would be after tonight.

The driver stopped about a block away at a smaller, but well-maintained apartment complex. Very low key. Your head swiveled, eyes looking over your shoulder for any hint of being followed.

“That key will open the main door; the apartment should be unlocked.” Tipping his hat as you exited the vehicle and walked the couple of stairs up to the front.

The interior was nice, recently updated with fresh paint and new flooring. The elevator was adjacent to the door, you entered and pressed 5 as it began to ascend.

You shifted, tapping your foot in time with each beat of your heart for the short ride up, as the door slid open revealing an equally empty hallway.

You took a deep breath, stepping out, immediately noticing a large, very intimidating gentleman posted by the stairwell. He spoke into an earpiece as you walked past him, otherwise ignoring your presence.

Steve has enough security stationed at various strategic points that no one could get within a fifty-foot radius of the two of you tonight.

Face to face with the cream-colored door adorned with the brass 3, you wondered if you should knock but dismissed the silly notion because he was expecting you, after all.

You slowly turned the matching brass knob, letting the door swing open slightly.

The intoxicating aroma of rosemary and garlic wafted through the air to meet you, pushing the door open so you could slip in.

It was a smaller apartment, the entrance situated inside the kitchen. His back was turned, humming to himself, as he chopped some fresh herbs.

His black dress shirt sleeves were rolled up his forearms, with a towel slung over his shoulder, still dressed in his expensive trousers and Italian loafers. He almost seemed completely out of place but at the same time, exactly where he should be.

Closing the door softly, you lean against the wall taking in the sight. He looks completely domesticated and it immediately feels like home.

For a few moments, you can imagine that this is your life. The life you were meant to have. Coming home to him each night. A loving, and caring man that had only had your best interests at heart. You craved these kinds of intimate moments.

He finished chopping and tossed the leafy greens into a pot of simmering sauce on top of the stove.

“There's a bottle of wine and a glass for you on the table.” He spoke, taking a spoon to stir in his newly added ingredients. “I know merlot isn't your favorite, but it pairs well with the meal.”

“Merlot is fine Steve. You'll find my tastes have changed somewhat.” Tossing your purse to the open counter beside you.

“Is that so?” He raised a brow toward you, looking over his shoulder before turning his attention back to his spoon raising it to his lips to have a small taste.

“That is so, Mr. Harrington.” You grinned, pouring your wine as you looked over the label, but it was from an Italian vineyard you hadn't heard of.

“Need any help with that?” Asking as you stepped closer to him.

“Now, what kind of host would I be if I let you lift a finger? Hmmm?” Pulling the towel from his shoulder, wiping his hands and tossing it to the counter before turning his attention fully to you. He found his own glass, eyeing you appreciatively over the rim as he took a sip.

“You look nice today.” Saying as an almost afterthought, eyes trailing down and back up. You were wearing a maroon silk button up, paired with a simple black skirt, sheer black hosiery and matching heels. Normal work attire.

“As opposed to any other day?” You giggled, sipping on the rich wine, noting hints of blackberry and subtle dark chocolate when the liquid splashed along your tastebuds.

“Tesoro,” he states, setting his wine down and taking a few steps to close the gap between you as you follow his lead, setting your own glass down. His hands come to rest on either side of your hips, your own landing on his chest, as you look up at him with bemused curiosity.

“You look beautiful, EVERY day.” He was crowding your space, invading your senses. A tingling, buzzing feeling began to hum beneath your skin. He was so close when he spoke his warm breath fanned across your cheek.

“You don't see me everyday.” You remarked, eyes trained on his, subtly shifting to his lips and back up.

“Don't remind me.” He huffed, his hold drifting to your lower back, pressing you closer still.

You were suddenly hungry for something other than food, as you bit your lower lip, looking up at him as if he'd hung the moon with stars in your eyes. You could feel the heat of his body radiating between the thin layers of fabric separating you, your own heat just beginning to pool between your thighs.

“Oh, wait.” Remembering what you had bought earlier in the day, reluctantly pulling from his grasp.

You reached your purse, noticing the rings still adorning your left hand. Pausing a moment, you pulled them off, slipping them into a side compartment. You weren't a Petrov tonight, pushing all thoughts of Nik aside.

It was just you and Steve.

“Here!” You pulled a box out, tossing it toward his chest. He caught it easily, looking down with a puzzled look.

“Condoms?” He quirked his brow up at you.

“Uh, we can't be too careful right now. As much as I would love for you to— um” you giggled, turning away from him briefly, suddenly feeling shy under his questioning gaze.

“Fuck you raw?” He finished with a salacious grin that had you blushing like a schoolgirl. “Like we haven't done that before?” He huffed an incredulous laugh.

“Yeah, well, Nonna Vittoria made sure we were covered back then, Steve. I haven't taken birth control since I got married.” You sucked in your bottom lip between your teeth, looking up at him through your lashes. “If I remember correctly, your pullout game was terrible.”

His mouth fell open slightly, with a small gasp that had you laughing out. Nerves slowly melting away with the lighthearted banter.

“That isn't my fault. IF I remember correctly, you were the one always begging for it.” His hands drifted to his hips as he shot you a playful glare.

“Steven! I did not! We have to be careful until…” You looked away again, suddenly feeling shy once more. A silly notion.

“Until?” He questions further, taking a step into your space.

“Just until, well— we're together.”

“Are we not together?” His hand cups the nape of your neck, as the other drifts to your hip pulling you into him. You toy with his collar before looking into his honey hued irises that seemed to draw you in.

“You know what I mean, Steve. I can't exactly be fucking you without some sort of plan.”

“Wait, is that why you're here?” He looks around the room, as if confused. “I thought I was just making us a nice dinner.”

“Stop!” You whine out, slapping his chest, squirming slightly to step away from his grasp but he holds firm.

“Where do you think you're going, huh?” He asks, leaning in, the tip of his nose nudging yours. “I'm not letting you go.”

“Promise?” Tilting your head to look up at him through your lashes.

“I promise, tesoro mio.”

He leans in, his lips meeting yours with a needy and raw excitement. Intense in all the best ways but you needed more. You were hungry, licking at his mouth. Tongues meeting in a messy crescendo, tasting each other, as if it were the first time all over again, nerves suddenly giving away to butterflies dancing at your ribs.

Your hands began pawing at his chest, gripping the fabric of his starchy, black dress shirt. Fingers finding the buttons and making quick work of them.

“No interruptions this time?” You breathe out, pulling slightly away from him, pushing his shirt open, as he grips the bottom to move it free from his slacks and lets it peel away from his body leaving him in his undershirt.

“No. Fuck no. He's under strict orders not to bother us.” His lips find your jaw.

A small giggle quickly turns into a breathy moan as hot, open mouth kisses trail down your neck then to your collarbone. The fabric of your top hangs loosely around your shoulder as he starts to suck lightly, eliciting a moan from the sensation. He has to stop himself from leaving a mark, placing another kiss there instead.

He unlatches his lips momentarily to look you in the eyes, already blown full of lust.

“I thought instead of going at it on top of your desk, you deserve a proper bed. A proper fuck.”

His nimble fingers begin unbuttoning your top, moving slowly as he speaks again, savoring the way your body tenses at his movements.

“I want to take my time. Worship you, the way you deserve.” He reaches the last button, pulling it away from your skirt and lets the silk drift open, revealing a lacy black bra underneath. The cooler air hitting your skin makes you shiver slightly.

His hand comes to cradle your jaw. The affection you've come to crave, a foreign concept to you as you melt into his touch.

His thumb traces over your bottom lip, the feeling makes your eyes flutter closed. Your teeth graze his thumb pad when he pushes slightly past your lips, before your tongue darts out swirling the tip of his digit, taking him into your mouth and sucking.

He groans out, suddenly pulling away, and wrapping his arms back around you.

“Fuck. My dirty girl.” He grits out, hands reaching the fat of your ass pushing you flush to his hips, his fingers gather the fabric of your skirt in his hands with aching length pressed into your lower stomach. The anticipation was suddenly overwhelming. You needed him like you needed air to breathe.

“Steve,” you manage before he dips down and captures your lips again, as if reading your mind. His palms cup your ass and hoists you up on the counter situated behind you, making you squeak out in surprise as your heels slide from your feet with a thud onto the tile floor below.

You grip his shirt as he shifts forward, wrapping your legs around his waist, your skirt riding up when you grind your hips forward searching for any kind of friction to alleviate the prominent ache between your legs, finding his bulge with ease as you both moan out in unison.

His hands slip your shirt from your shoulders, without breaking your heated kiss, letting it drop to the floor to meet his. His palm finds your breast, kneading your warm, pliant flesh.

You suddenly grip his length through his trousers, making him release a guttural groan that has him pulling back.

“Fuck.” He hisses, forehead coming to meet yours, panting into each other's space. His pause made you momentarily question if you'd done something wrong.

“I wa— no, I need to taste you.” His voice is raspy and lust laden, taking something silver from his pocket that suddenly catches your eye.

“Are you very fond of these tights?” He asks. You realize he's holding a switchblade that pops open with a push of his thumb.

Your answer comes as you part your thighs further for him, rucking your skirt up to your waist as his eyes land on your core.

In one swift motion, he pulls them taut away from your skin and easily slices upward through the thin nylon material.

“And those?” Eyes flitting back up to you just a moment to seek your permission on the next barrier. In this moment, you didn't care if he cut every piece of clothing from your body.

You nod, sucking in a breath when his fingers delicately dip past the band, slipping the blade under and cutting both sides, as it falls away from your soaked pussy.

Closing the blade, he tosses it to the counter beside you as his hands wrap around the plush of your thighs.

“I'll buy you new ones.” He absentmindedly says, eyes glued to your glistening folds, suddenly pulling you toward the edge of the counter as he takes a knee, tossing your left leg over his shoulder.

His free hand pushes your thigh to further accommodate his frame as he finally comes to eye level with his meal, warm breath fanning your exposed core, causing you to shudder.

His name slipped past your lips in a breathy whine.

“I know, angel.” He cooed, eyes catching yours as his thumb and forefinger came to slowly spread your lips open for him. “Look at you, a mess already.”

He leaves you no time to respond, his tongue finding your entrance, the tip entering slightly before licking a broad stripe all the way up to your aching clit. Your hips jolt involuntarily at the sensation his mouth brings, as he moans into your pussy.

He unlatches himself momentarily to check your already blissed out expression. Barely holding yourself up with shaky arms, with your head thrown back.

“Angel, just lay back f’me.” He says, as you look back down toward him, slowly lowering your back to meet the counter. “That's it. We might be here a while, baby. Your arms were already getting tired.”

As soon as you get more comfortable, he pulls your other leg over his shoulder to dive back in. He began by swirling his tongue across your puffy clit, then flicking it, setting a rapid pace that already has your head spinning.

He'd grown as a man, and obviously gained some new skills along the way that suddenly made you feel a pang of jealousy.

You pushed those thoughts from your mind, instead running your fingers through his perfectly quaffed mane, tugging when his tongue slid back down to your entrance.

“O— oh, Steve.”

Darting in and out, his nose brushing your clit with every upward movement, then moving back up, sucking it a little harshly and soothing it with the fluid motion of his expert muscle.

His eyes close for brief moments but he wanted to watch you fall apart.

His lips and tongue focus on your bundle of nerves, easing his finger up to your entrance, swirling and teasing before dipping in gradually to see your reaction.

You moaned out, tugging a little more harshly on his locks.

He pushes his digit into your soaked hole, feeling it clench around him. He quickly adds a second as your back arches off the counter pushing your pussy further into his face, his fingers moving in and out of your tight channel.

He curves them up, stroking, searching for that spot that will have you screaming his name.

“Steve! Right there!” You whine out when he finds it, grinning to himself.

He doesn't stop, watching as your eyes flutter closed and your head falls back against the counter. Your hips grind into his face chasing your high.

Your mouth goes slack, each brush of his fingertips and suckle of his lips sending you closer to the edge. You'd all but forgotten pleasure that an expert lover could bestow until this very moment.

He begins to flick his tongue in time with his fingers thrusting in and out of you, first rapidly from side to side, then up and down.

He wouldn't let up until he made you come, uncaring how hard his cock was straining and aching against the confines of his trousers.

“Ah— Ste— I'm, I—” Your orgasm suddenly hit with a blinding force, unable to get out a coherent thought before your pussy clenched down around his fingers as you began to writhe and moan beneath him. He pins you to the counter with his free hand when your hips begin to rise, making you take everything he was giving you.

He moans into your cunt, your juices leaking out around his fingers, lapping up your arousal with eager need.

He works you through your release, before you have to push his face away, trying to scoot away from the sensitivity of it all.

“Steve, Steve. Stop. I—” You huff out, chest heaving, trying to catch your breath.

He grins, lips and chin shining with your release, that he gladly licks away. Your legs fall from his shoulders when he eases back up from the floor draping himself over your body, brushing the hair from your face.

You slowly open your eyes to see him beaming down at you, with a bright smile and shining eyes.

“Hi.” You giggle.

“Hi, angel.” Kissing the tip of your nose, before his lips brush over yours.

You wound your arms around his neck, finding his lips, greedily licking into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue.

His cock stirs, pinned up against your core, alerting you to his unsatiated desire. His hand finds the back of your neck, as he guides you to sit up gripping your thighs as you wrap them around his waist, locking your ankles at the base of his spine.

He carries you down the small hall to the bedroom, his lips working against yours the entire way, finding the edge of the bed, easing you both down. When your back hits the mattress, you finally detach from him long enough to help pull his undershirt over his head and toss it somewhere across the room.

He sits back, as you unzip the side of your skirt, pushing it down your thighs and tossing it away as well.

The small lamp in the corner provides enough light for your eyes to rove the expanse of his chest and abdomen. A silver chain is nestled in his chest hair, a matching bracelet adorns his left wrist.

A bronzed backdrop for the constellations that were scattered across his body, but he’s littered with a few more scars than you remember.

Steve had never been one for tattoos, but he had one on his bicep, his family crest along with something you couldn't quite make out on the left side of his ribs.

He smiled, looking down to where your eyes had landed, as you tilted your head to gain a better look.

His finger traces the outline of a small bird. A dove, with an olive branch held between its beak.

“I always carried you with me. You're my peace, my purity and everything good in this world. We can't change what we were born into Dove, but we can choose who we love. It's always been you.” Your glossy eyes found his; heart suddenly aching with his admission.

He leans back over you, thumb brushing an errant tear that slipped from your eye.

“I love you. I never stopped loving you, tesoro mio,” He whispers, speaking from his heart.

“I love you, amore mio.” Whispering back, with a sense of relief washing over you. A secret long held, burning you from the inside out, finally speaking it out loud and back into existence once more.

He leans in, kissing you tenderly, less hurried than before, taking every precious moment with you that he can. It's a gift not to be squandered.

He wants nothing more than to take his time and reacquaint himself with your body once more.

He pulls back, as you chase his lips with a whine, but his hands quickly find his belt, unbuckling it and popping the button on his trousers before you halt his movement.

“Let me.” You move to shift to your knees, but instead of helping him from his pants you reach around to unclasp your bra first. The straps ease down your arms as your chest is revealed to him.

He groans, reaching out to close his hand around your breast. You pull your lip between your teeth when his thumb grazes your nipple, sending a spark shooting back down to your core. You lean into his touch, your own fingers finding his zipper and pulling it down.

Your hands push his pants as the pool at his knees on the bed. The tent in his boxers doing nothing to quell your desire that's slowly beginning to build back up. Licking your lips, you grow a little brazen, pushing past his waistband and taking his girthy cock into your hand.

He's hot and heavy, bigger than you remember as you squeeze slightly. He tips his head back with a wanton moan, suddenly pulling your hand away as he slides from the bed. You pout at his abruptness.

“Hang on!” He calls back as he quickly darts out the room, hanging onto his pants to keep them from sliding from his hips.

You let out a small laugh, laying back against the silk covered pillow.

He comes back into view, holding up the box of condoms long forgotten on the kitchen floor, laying them on the nightstand as he comes back over to you.

He swiftly pushes his pants and boxers past his hips, letting them pool at his feet as he steps free of them.

Your eyes drift to where his hand is already wrapped around his cock. He pumps himself a few times, finding the head and smearing his precum down his shaft with a groan.

Finally joining you back on the bed, he situates himself back between your legs. His leg pushes yours further apart as he crawls up to meet you face to face, chest pressed tightly to yours.

He's a weak man. Say the word and he would slide into your dripping cunt without another word but he sees the way your eyes cut to condoms when his dick twitches at your bare core.

Leaning over, he furiously rips the box open and takes one out. He opens the small package, looking at you one more time for confirmation.

“It's just for a little while.” You lament. He nods, rolling it down onto his shaft.

“As you wish, Dove.” Saying as he finishes with the condom, holding himself at the base as he leans back over you, guiding himself to your entrance and stopping.

“Just know this,” his lips grazing yours as he spoke. “I can't wait for the day you beg for me to fuck my cum into this tight, little pussy.”

You gasp, cunt suddenly clenching when his head catches your entrance and breaches just slightly. It takes everything in him not to bury himself completely.

Your legs tighten around his waist at the intrusion, as he slowly cants his hips forward. His thick cock presses slowly into your tight heat. You hadn't been with anyone in a few years, let alone anyone that could ever compare to Steve's size.

“How the hell did we make this work before?” You huffed out, pressing your lips tightly back together with a grimace.

“Hey, it's ok.” He leaned down on his elbow, pressing his body close to yours, trying not to laugh at your pouty expression that he found absolutely adorable.

His fingertips smooth out the lines between your brows from where they were pinched, you melted into his touch, listening to his soothing voice.

“This little pussy just needs to relax.” He said, trying to keep a straight face, as you let out a small giggle.

He felt your muscles loosen slightly, granting him further access letting him push in another inch.

“See, angel. She knows what she wants.” He lifted his torso to look between the two of you. Barely halfway in, but he was trying to restrain himself for you.

You nod, as he pulls himself out and pushes back in. In and out, in and out at a slow but steady rhythm. His cock inching along your channel a little further each time, drawing small gasps and moans from you.

“That's it.” He praises, finally pushing in to the hilt, burying his face in your neck as you wrap your arms back around him.

“Y— you feel so fuckin' good.” He breathes out, pulling almost all the way out, barely leaving his head in.

“Ahhhhhh— fuck!” You cry out when his hips snap forward, plunging back in without any warning punching the air from your lungs at the force.

“Are you okay?” He breathes out, looking down at you.

“Fi— fine. Ju—just keep—mmmm—don’t fucking stop!” You manage out between his steady thrusts.

“There's my girl,” urging your thigh higher on his hip, he grips the headboard for more leverage, suddenly pounding in and out of your tight cunt.

The mix of your moans with skin slapping skin echo around the room. The new angle has him hitting that spot within you over and over as your mind starts to go fuzzy and numb.

Your nails dig into his back, urging him on.

“Fuck, Dove. Mark me. Claim me.” His head tilts back, his silver chain dangling in your face. You grip it, catching his attention as you pull him back down toward you.

“Kiss me, Steve. Please.” Suddenly needing him closer.

He could hear the waver in your voice. There were tears spilling hot over your cheeks, as he heard another soft “please” fall from your lips.

He stills, cupping your jaw, leaning back into your space; his lips meeting yours with tender urgency as they meld together.

Your fingers still grip the chain tightly, your free hand running up the back of his neck, nails scraping at his scalp and toying with the hair there.

You needed tenderness that his lips and touch could provide. A sense of intimacy that you haven't felt with anyone in a long time, not even your own husband.

“Angel, Ca—can I move?” He mumbles breathlessly against you.

You nod, as his thick cock drags out and pushes back in. His heavy balls hitting your ass with his upward thrust.

His hand slides down between the two of you, finding your neglected clit, drawing figure 8s with precision.

“I want you to come with me.” He said, kissing the side of your neck.

“Please.” It seems that's all you could manage. The only word in the forefront of your mind. You didn't know exactly what you were asking for at this point.

“I've got you, baby.” Pecking your lips once more before angling his hips up, and hitting that spot with the head of his cock that has you crying out with reckless abandon.

“St— please, don't stop.”

“Wouldn't dream of it.” He responds, keeping his pace, staving off his own release to see you fall apart one more time.

His eyes drift across your flushed face, so concentrated with pleasure and pure ecstasy, he couldn't fathom anyone ever denying you when you look like this. But he knows now you're his and no one else deserves to see you like this. No one else will EVER see you like this.

Your pussy fluttered, as your hips meet his next thrust pulling another particularly loud moan from you.

He was so lost looking at you, he momentarily forgot all about himself, solely focusing on giving you what you wanted he barely caught what you'd said before he felt his brain almost short circuit.

“We could ju— mmmmm— just pretend.” You repeated. “I want you to come in me.”

You were babbling at this point, that buzz in your abdomen was getting stronger, pulling you toward another high. Your hips were meeting his with more urgency.

“You’d like that, huh? Having another man’s cum deep inside you.”

Your pussy responded to his words, sending a shiver down your spine and straight to your core.

“Oh— St—” but he didn't let up. He could feel you getting close.

"But you're not really his, huh, Dove?” His nose nudges your cheek. “Huh, baby? Look at me.”

You slowly look up at him, his hair a wild mess from your fingers tangling in the chestnut tresses. Those hazel eyes are almost black as they bore into yours. His next words nearly send you over the edge.

“He doesn't deserve this pussy. It's mine.” He stops toying with your clit, instead grinds his hips so his pubic bone grazes it with every upstroke; taking his hand and pulling yours away from his necklace, threading his fingers through yours as they mold together so perfectly.

“Yes! God—yes! Mmph— Steve, it's all yours. I'm all yours!” Clawing at his shoulder, gripping his hand tightly.

“That’s right, angel! You're all mine.”

It felt like the world stopped, a blinding light behind your eyelids and all sound seemed to fade. A hot white heat flooded your core with the most intense orgasm you'd experienced in a long time. With a scream of his name, your back arches off the bed meeting his chest as he continues to rail you into oblivion.

“That's it, make a mess! Cum on my cock—fuck!” He couldn't finish talking you through it when your cunt clamped down around him, it was all over for him. His abdomen tightened, pushing his length as far into your cunt as he could, his head nudging your cervix as he released into the condom, wishing he was filling you full instead.

They always say sex is better with someone you love. Something about him completely surrounding and grounding you was a high, in and of itself, that you couldn't explain.

He finally stills a few moments later, head falling to your chest. You were both sweaty and spent. Your limbs felt like they were entirely boneless but you managed to wrap your arms back around him as he caged you in.

He bared his weight until you coaxed him to lay on top of you, rubbing soft patterns up and down his spine in the quiet afterglow. He snaked his arms under you, burying his head between your breasts.

“Fuck, I love you.” He finally spoke, kissing up your sternum as his eyes met yours.

He didn't want to ask, he wanted to keep you safe and wrapped up in his arms for as long as possible but he knew the inevitability of the situation.

It's as if you knew what he was thinking.

“I can't stay.” You whisper.

“I know, but just a little while longer.” He moves to get up, removing himself from you as you wince, already missing the way he could fill you completely.

“Sorry, tesoro. Stay right here. I'll be right back.” He kisses your cheek, slipping into the bathroom to dispose of the condom before returning to find his boxers and pulling them back over his ass as you gave him an appreciative once over.

“Don't move.” He reiterated, moving into the hall.

You laid there listening to the clinking of china and silverware, a few grumblings and a loud “shit,” that made you giggle and sit up in the bed.

He emerged from the hall carrying two plates loaded with the long forgotten pasta he had made for you.

“There's a robe over there in the drawer for you, in case you don't want to eat in the nude.” He grinned, as you slowly got up and pulled said robe from the dresser. You paused, noticing it was stocked with various other clothes as well.

“If you need them.” He said as you turned back around, tossing the silk over your shoulders as you slipped back in beside him. “This place is fully stocked with whatever you might need.”

“You really are too good to be true, Mr. Harrington.” Saying as he handed you a plate.

“Please.” He rolls his eyes. “Eat.” Steering the conversation.

He didn't want to argue the virtue of his morality. He was an outright ruthless asshole when he was outside these walls but you could bring him to his knees with one simple smile.

There would come a time when that conversation would need to be had but he wasn't worried about it right now.

You take a bite and the rich sauce explodes on your taste buds as you hum around the fork, closing your eyes to savor it.

“Oh my God! This is so good!”

He grinned around his own mouthful, thoroughly amused with your response.

“What else is there I don't know about you? Hmmm?” You inquired.

“Oh, I think we'll have plenty of time to catch up, no?” He planted a kiss to your cheek, sitting back against the headboard enjoying the moment, while he still could.

Once you both were both stuffed, he wouldn't let you lift a finger as he took the plates back to the kitchen.

He came to lay next to you as your fingertips traced the tattoo as he fondly recalled the memory of getting it. It wasn’t long after he left, but he was waiting to surprise you. A surprise that had taken a bit longer than he had initially anticipated. He left out the part that the ink had caused numerous arguments with an ex-girlfriend when he wouldn't get it covered for her, ultimately ending the tumultuous relationship.

You had gotten quiet, getting tired as the night was drawing to an all too soon close.

“Steve?” Coming out barely above a whisper.

“Hmmm?” He hummed into the top of your hair.

“I just want you to know what you're getting into. Nik isn't going to just let me go. This— Us.” You couldn't help from tearing up at the thought of returning back to that life like this never happened.

“Dove, don't worry about that. Leave it to me. There are things that are going on that you don't know about. That I don't want you to know.” He tucked you in closer to him, kissing your temple.

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life.” You answered, letting yourself shed a single tear. It was the truth but it still didn't quell the fear bubbling just below the surface.

He held you a little tighter, basking in the way his heart soared. Elated to have you back in his arms, exactly where you belonged.

A little while later he watched you get dressed, sans your underwear and hosiery. That little detail had him grinning again as you blushed.

He'd made a mental note to make sure you had new ones the next time you came by to replace them.

He held your hand as he walked you to the door, reluctantly releasing you after peppering you with another barrage of kisses that had you laughing out, a sound he could easily get lost in.

“I love you, Steve.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

You smiled at the rarity of your actual name gracing his lips.

You would take the impact of the moment, truly the entire day, with you until you could see him again. Hiding it away and showing it the light of day in secret but his love and affection would keep you going until you could finally show the entire world that he was yours once again.

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ALRIGHT ENOUGH ANGST MY HEARTS DEALT WITH ENOUGH 😭 CAN I REQUEST THE LIN KUEI BOYS TAKING CARE OF A SICK READER?

I also got another fluff request but for Kitana. Y’all make me sick, I could just BAFFGSGTGSGG (me vomiting cause y’all don’t wanna be depressed). Using stupid pictures because I don’t think I have for them yet.

Bi-Han

The haters will try to convince you that Bi-Han wouldn’t give a fuck. That he’d tell you to walk it off or some other mean shit 

I encourage you to ignore them

Bi-Han is snippy but y’all let’s be fr, he’s an older brother. He’s the older brother. He’s definitely been forced to take care of his brothers 

As the oldest brother he’s always had to do shit for his brothers so this is not his first rodeo 

If it’s something small and you’re in the middle of something, like a mission, he’d encourage you to pull through. If you’re not in the middle of something then he’d take care of you 

A small illness can become bigger so he makes sure to address it right away

He knows random remedies you’ve never heard of. Jump down, turn around, pop your ass, swallow a lemon and now you’re ok

You’d recover way quicker with him watching over you 

And if I said he makes you meals will y’all boo me for making him soft?! Idc.

Once again, he’s the oldest. I’m the youngest so I’ve seen how much weight the older ones gotta carry. He for sure knows how to do things like cook, clean, take care of sick people, ect. 

He makes these heavenly soups and just like that, your sore throat is gone 

Soups, teas, a nice healing stew, he’s on it

If you have body aches, he makes you do certain stretches 

You swear this man knows witchcraft because everything he suggests works 

Obviously if you’re heating up he’ll put his hand on you. We knew this was coming.

He’d prefer you to use an ice pack or use a cold rag but let’s be real, you’re not gonna do that when you could just cling onto him 

The best doctor the Lin Kuei has ever seen even if he won’t admit it

The strongest of illnesses mean nothing to him. He’s gonna get the job done 

Kuai Liang

Also a good nurse

He’d ask Bi-Han for some help when it comes to soups and shit. Kuai Liang can cook but he recognizes that Bi-Han got a magic touch 

If you’re in the middle of a mission and feel unwell, he wouldn’t tell you to stop what you’re doing but he has you doing less. He’ll have you behind him and would suggest you to do simple things, like keeping watch 

If you’re not on a mission then he’d pay more attention. You expect that Bi-Han would have you wait and Kuai Liang would treat you right away but I think it’s the opposite. Bi-Han being the caregiver knows how annoying it is to take care of someone really sick (which could have been prevented) and Kuai Liang is the younger sibling who would put off mentioning his illness 

He’d have you track your symptoms at first to see if it’s something serious or something a quick nap could fix 

Lingers around you to make sure you’re ok

Cooks you warm meals if you’re cold but if you’re warm he’ll give you cold liquids 

You can’t sneakily miss taking your medication cause he’s on your ass. Probably has an alarm set and everything 

If you’re overly warm he won’t be all on you because he’s warm, but if you want physical touch he’ll let you hold his pinkie 

Bi-Han gives you remedies even if they taste absolutely vile but I think Kuai Liang would try to give you remedies that don’t taste that bad 

Has you laying down a lot so you can recover quicker. If you have no responsibilities to tend to he’s not letting you get up 

You’ll have to convince him to let you do things like, oh idk, walking around? I have the flu, I’m not dying 

When you start to recover then he lets you move around like normal. He just doesn’t want you exerting yourself and getting worse 

Tries to find out if there’s a certain thing you were exposed to that got you sick so it doesn’t happen again

Tomas Vrbada

Similar to Kuai Liang in the sense that if you’re on a mission he’ll want you to do less intense things, like keeping watch 

He constantly asks if you’re ok and what your symptoms are 

If it was up to him, you’d be sent back home immediately. You’re just gonna get worse and you probably can’t focus 

If you have nothing to do then he’s basically right on top of you

I feel like he has random thoughts he doesn’t want to have and he makes himself paranoid. He’s the type to google his symptoms and legit starts to think he has cancer because WebMD said so

He also thinks out loud so he’s the type to say “what if you’re dying?… that actually wasn’t appropriate. I’m sorry”

Nah, you gotta move now Tomas 

Because of his paranoia he’s constantly checking up on you 

Kuai Liang but worse because you can convince him to let you move like a normal person but that’s not happening with Tomas 

Becomes your nurse and your butler because he’s doing everything for you 

Cooking? He got it. Making tea? He got it. Making sure you take your meds? He got it. Grabbing a cup of water? He got it. Wanna walk to the bathroom? He got strong arms-

He’s neither hot nor cold so feel free to snuggle next to him 

His brothers are soup kind of guys but I think he’s more oatmeal and tea 

Also tries to give you better tasting medicine but sometimes you just gotta thug it out 

If a mission comes up but you’re still sick, he will not let you attend at all 

Constantly drying your blankets so they can be extra warm if you’re cold 

Distracts you by talking about random shit

Only convinced you’re not dying when you’re no longer sick

He’s on your ass 24/7 but it’s Tomas so who’s complaining?

This is not me turning over a new leaf. If I think of something sad, y’all WILL hear about it💕

[lady-boketto]

Hello friend, I have a request if you're up for it , it can be a as long or short as like. How would a first kiss would go between Senshi and a (gender neutral) bard?

Senshi x Gn!Bard Reader (Dungeon Meshi)

(A/n: Thank you so much for the request! Senshi makes my heart flutter so much it's crazy but anyway, Enjoy reading!)

The group finally found a safe place to rest for the night after a particular rough battle, that left everyone tired and desperate for a decent meal and a good night's rest.

As the group finished settling in for the night, Senshi found it to be the right time to start cooking a meal for everyone since he thought it would be the least he could do for the people he grew so fond of ever since he joined, his gaze softened as it shifted towards where you set up your sleeping bag, your figure already pulling out your instrument to begin to pluck some inspiration in hopes of making a new tune to play for the group.

Senshi had come to realize how much you joy you put into other's lives by soothing them with calming melodies or with a lively tune, he is a little ashamed to admit he didn't care much for your songs when he first met you but with time he has come to enjoy every note you play.

While he’s busy working away trying his best to prepare and cook dinner, he’s also listening to you play while he’s peeling or chopping vegetables with a small smile and a slight tap of his foot in beat of the tune.

Just as you play the last note to complete the song as the noise fades into the background, Senshi calls out to the group that the food is ready and he always gives before he takes, so he ends up serving you the first plate of food and then everyone else before making himself one. He loves watching everyone expression as they enjoy the meal he cooked and he especially is delighted when he sees your eyes light up as you take a bite and compliment how good it tastes, it makes him proud that he can bring you as much joy as you bring him.

It’s only when everyone is done eating and is winding down for the night, that Senshi glances once more in your direction only to find you gently cleaning and maintaining the overall wellbeing of your instrument, that he finds himself stuck in his own thoughts about his feeling towards you. Now, Senshi is a clever man and he can recognize when he has a crush but it’s another story when dealing with said crush, since he has been isolated from people and he can be quite blunt at times, he worries that some how he will say the wrong thing and you will be upset with him but that doesn’t stop him from showing you with his actions how much he cares.

You notice how Senshi seems troubled since he is grumbling how he always does when he’s thinking and offer to let him sit by your side and even offer to put him at ease with a song if he wanted but as Senshi moves to sit with you, there’s a slight alarm in your mind as he moves to take off his helmet, a simple act to make the situation more serious than you previously thought.

But as you move your legs you properly turn to face him, you are relieved to hear Senshi’s deep calming voice,

“You fought well today, I’m glad you only had minor injuries. ”

As you are thanking him for worrying about you while being slightly flustered, you notice how he seems to want to talk to you more but can’t seems to find the words to keep the conversation going, so you compliment him on dinner to which he replies with a genuine smile as he rubs his hands together nervously before you continue to talk to him while placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“I was worried about you as well, and I couldn’t let anything happen to the person who enjoy my music the most. ”

Your words catch him off guard with your words and actions as his eyes grow wider while he adverts his gaze towards the floor, before taking a moment to recollect his thoughts to think of a response and deciding that he should let you know his feelings towards you rather than let them keep flooding his mind with ‘what if’s’

“Listen, I know we've only known each other for a short time but there's something that I'd want to tell you before we continue traveling in the dungeon... ”

Senshi pauses for a brief moment to recollect his thoughts, before shifting his gaze towards the floor in front of him, becoming a bit more determine as he continues talking

"I've grown to enjoy your company more as the days pass and, how I find myself looking forward to your music and the sound of your voice... it's something I find myself looking forward to these days. "

He admits before watching for your reaction to his confession and when he finds you are as equally as flustered as he is, Senshi suddenly becomes more nervous but when he notices you are not rejecting him, he gains a more confidence to move closer to you, gently making eye contact and leaning forward

“Senshi…”

You breathe as you find yourself also leaning in towards him and your lips both hover over each other’s, you can feel the tension as you both slowly close your eyes and leaning in to seal the deal. As your soft lips find Senshi’s, he raises his hand to cup the side of you cheek as he melts more into the kiss, as you pull away for air that moment feel cut short but when you open your eyes to see Senshi’s brown eyes connecting with your own, filled with awe as his gaze flickers between your eyes and lips with a content smile on his face before he speaks, his voice filled with a fondness you can only describe as loving.

“Whenever I hear your songs, it feels like I’m home. ”

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Princess & The Playboy (Part 3)

Summary: The reader finds out what Eric's issue with Dean is. Meanwhile, Dean and the reader continue to explore their relationship while keeping it under wraps. But some things are easier said than done...

Masterlist

Pairing: NFL Quarterback!Dean x Pop Star!reader

Word Count: 5,800ish

Warnings: language, family trauma/angst, kidnapping

A/N: These two are just so 🥹

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Reader POV

You felt good when you woke up, despite the alarm blaring in your ear. The air was warm and a heavy weight hung over your waist. You fluttered open your eyes, a stupid smile on your face when you saw a sleeping Dean beside you. His hair was messy and you noticed there was a blanket on top of you that hadn’t been there when you fell asleep.

You wanted to watch him at peace for longer but he started to stir, lazily rolling over to slap the alarm on his phone off.

“Morning,” he said, stretching out, rolling to his side to face you.

“Good morning.” He looked so soft and sleepy, his fingers reaching out to push hair out of your face. 

“Sorry for crashing.”

“I’m not.” He grinned, leaning over to peck a kiss on your lips. 

“I hate to run but I l’ve got an early meeting and I get fined if I’m late,” he said, sitting up and cracking his back.

“Let me make you some coffee for the road.”

“I won’t say no to that.” Five minutes later he was walking downstairs with a clean face, still a bit tired looking. You hummed as you handed him your thermos full of coffee, Dean chuckling. “I like your purple mug.”

“It’s periwinkle,” you said, Dean taking it with another smile.

“It’s the color of the crop top you wore when you sang ‘Work It’.” You laughed, walking him to the front door.

“No lie, I literally sent them a pic of the thermos when I told them the color I wanted,” you said, Dean coming to a stop at the door, slipping his sneakers back on. 

“Well I like it,” he said, looking over your head at what was surely a lot of bedhead going on, laughing quietly. “You are so cute.”

He ruffled your hair and kissed your temple as he put a hand on the door. You felt your face flush, Dean grinning ear to ear.

“I’ll call you tonight,” he said. 

“Okay,” you said, wishing he didn’t have to go so soon. “Hey, you gonna tell me how your day really is when I ask this time?”

He laughed, opening the door. “We learned our lesson last night. Later, princess.”

“Later, Dean,” you said. “Be safe today.”

He froze in the doorway, looking over his shoulder, eyes on yours. “You too, sweetheart.”

You stepped outside to watch him leave, Eric appearing from the security shack after a moment.

“Morning, kiddo,” he said as you let him inside.

“Morning.” You went back to the kitchen, pouring two cups of coffee for yourselves. “You must trust Dean to give him the cherry blossom code.”

Eric swiped one of the mugs before sitting at the island, frowning when you spun around with a smile. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“I like that you like him Eric. It’s a good thing.”

“I don’t like him,” he grumbled. “He upset you and I figured he owed you an apology in person like a man.”

“We both know you could have let him over without telling him the-”

“I don’t like him,” Eric spat out. It was your turn to frown, Eric rolling his eyes. “Oh come on. He wants to fuck you, plain and simple. He clearly already fucked you and you don’t get that? Don’t be naive, you’re smarter than that.”

Your eye twitched as you set your mug down, stalking over to his side, leering down at him. He actually looked nervous. Good.

“Go to my office while I decide whether to fire you or not.” His jaw dropped, your finger immediately in his face. “No, you don’t get to act surprised. You don’t get to shame me for what I may or may not choose to do with my body. You don’t get to keep calling him a fuck boy that only wants to sleep with me like I’m a prize. You don’t just insult him when you say those things but you insult me too. So you go wait in my office while I calm the fuck down.”

Eric’s head lowered, nodding once. “Yes, Ms. Y/L/N.”

You were fuming as you watched him walk out of the kitchen and down the far hall, a door closing in the distance. “What the fuck is wrong with you Eric?”

An hour later you were walking out of your bedroom, fresh from a shower after a quick boxing session with the trainer. It hadn’t helped your temper, just gave you a pair of achy knuckles from not wrapping your hands well enough.

You steadied yourself before entering your office, Eric standing there facing the desk, hands clasped behind his back.

“You haven’t been standing the whole time, have you?” you asked, walking around him, taking a seat in your thick leather chair. He didn’t answer which meant yes. “Sit.”

He took the right chair, his body tense before he sat up straight, eyes locked onto your desk. You leaned back in your seat, crossing your arms at him.

“I’ll give you a choice. You can be honest with me and tell me what’s up with you. Or you can leave and go tell Marv he’s taking over your responsibilities until I find a replacement.” The second he started to move to stand you stood up, his eyes shooting to yours. “Sit down you idiot. I’m mad at you but I’m not letting you walk away from this job.”

“You were pretty clear what my options were,” he said, rising to his feet. You shook your head, Eric taking out his work phone and setting it on the desk. “I’ll clean out the spare room and be gone in ten minutes.”

“Sit your ass down, Clayton. Now.” He frowned but reluctantly sat, watching as you started to pace around the room. “If Dean did something, you tell me. You don’t keep things from me.”

“Dean did nothing wrong. I’m the one that’s antagonized him, more than once, both times without your knowledge.” You sat in the seat beside him, Eric’s gaze shooting across the room.

“Why, Eric? You’re a kind man. I’ve never seen you act like this, not since Dean contacted me the first time.” He pressed his lips into a thin line, pretending you weren’t there. “Alright. Put that aside for the moment. Why would you insult me and insinuate I had sex last night, which frankly is none of your concern? You’re not my fucking dad.”

“I am sorry,” he said quietly, glancing at me briefly, his eyes distant, like he was thinking about something else. “You’re right, it’s none of my business.”

You swallowed, reaching out to hold his hand, surprised to find it with a slight tremble. “Are you…jealous of Dean?”

Eric laughed, a bit of ease filling your veins. “No. No, kiddo I think we established I do not like you that way.”

“You mean when I asked you to fuck me a few years ago and you turned me down?” He closed his eyes, sighing deeply. “That is something I did. I know we pretend I didn’t but it happened.”

“Y/N, I know I’m attractive. You’re attractive. But you only asked because you felt shitty about turning thirty and being a virgin. You’re a romantic and you deserve to do it with someone you love, not the guy that’s there when you’re sad. That’s not you.”

“Still, you have no right to dismiss Dean as some guy that just wants to hookup. Because like you just said, you know me. If I really wanted to fuck someone, I can walk out the door and find someone. So the fact I waited until Dean, who I didn’t even go all the way with, should tell you something. He actually made me stop from doing more than some touching because he didn’t want to rush me.” Eric nodded as he opened his eyes, sadness filling them.

“I know you’re a big girl, Y/N. A woman. Dean…he’s a good guy for not rushing you and for coming over. He’s more mature than the media makes him seem,” he said. 

“Yes he is,” you said, squeezing his hand. “So if you know all those things, because I know you do because you are damn good at your job, why would you still be so cruel to him behind my back?”

“I’m protective of you,” he shrugged, meeting your gaze. But you knew him too well to buy it.

“You know Dean used to hook up with a lot of women…and you hook up with a lot of women…did he sleep with someone you liked?” Eric stared at you like you were nuts and you held up your hands. “Okay. It wasn’t that. But there has to be a reason to make you lose your cool.”

Eric gnawed on his bottom lip, casting his eyes downwards, staring at the stack of sticky notes on your desk. 

“You can tell me the truth,” you said, leaning towards him, taking his hand in yours again. “As your friend, please.”

“I wouldn’t sleep with you back then when you asked…because I love someone else and I can’t screw someone I actually care about. It feels wrong. But I can never be with this other woman because she hates me like I’m the devil.” He turned his head, a sad smile on his lips. “And you’re dating her fucking protectee.”

“Sloane,” you said softly, Eric nodding. “That’s why you guys were screaming at each other yesterday.”

“We were best friends once, a very long time ago. But I hurt her in a way you can’t fix. I hurt her how your parents hurt you. Some words, some actions, you can’t take back.” You nodded. Since the faux funeral for Max, things with your parents had been…strained. You didn’t doubt they loved you or that they regretted what they said. But for a few hours on a bleary Saturday afternoon, when your mom gave you the cold shoulder and your dad dismissed you, called you a diva for trying to make Max’s day about you…unconditional love became conditional. And you’d never managed to flip it back.

“Have you ever talked about Sloane with anyone?” He shook his head. “Do you want to?”

He was quiet, contemplating. He squeezed your hand and relaxed his shoulders. “Don’t repeat this. We did special ops together. She was dangerously good. I fucking fell for her within five minutes. I was pretty sure she had similar feelings. But you don’t fuck around with dating when your job is so violent. I always said when we got out, we’d give it a shot. But then we were on an op and Sloane was meant to infiltrate a building. I was her spotter and I was so busy watching her and thinking how beautiful she was, I didn’t see the guards coming. I fucked up and she got caught.”

“She looked okay when I saw her,” you tried to offer but he just shook his head.

“They hurt her. Words can’t describe how bad it was. We all have baggage from that job but that…that was the worst day of my life. But I blamed myself and when she wanted me, needed me, I left her broken in a hospital bed when all she wanted was for me to hold her and make her feel better. I am an awful person, Y/N.”

“You were in shock. You-”

“I got her kicked off the team.” You stared at him, Eric shrugging. “I went above our commanding officers head. I made it sound like she was too weak to do the job, that because she was a woman she couldn’t do it. She was my equal, better than me even, and I ruined her career because I didn’t know how to keep her safe. She knew it was me. The last time I saw her she was in a cast and sling and she screamed how much she hated me, how she’d never loved me.”

“So you wanted to get rid of Dean so you wouldn’t have to see her,” you said, Eric shaking his head. “Wait, why would you be mean to him then?”

“I left because I thought the girl with the baggage needed someone to focus on her alone. She didn’t need some fucked up guy with his own shit. I left and I lost her but Dean? He took a risk and he got you. He put himself first in my mind and he got you when I lost Sloane and I was so angry at him. Because he’s happy and I know I screwed up with her. All I had to do was hug her in that hospital bed and I’d have her…and I have to live with that consequence and not take it out on your boyfriend.” He cleared his throat and stood. “I will apologize to Dean the next time I see him and will accept whatever disciplinary action you think is fit.”

You took a moment to rise to your feet, Eric holding his head high. “I think an apology is in order but no disciplinary action.”

“You’ve fired people for less,” he said, glancing down with worried eyes. “I shouldn’t get special treatment because you pity me.”

“I do not pity you. I understand you. I’m not ex-military and I didn’t see all the awful things I’m sure you did but I understand living with a regret, blaming yourself.” He looked down, nodding once. “Trusting people is hard in this business and I have very few people I care about…that I know care about me. You’re an idiot if you think I’d ever let you go.”

“You said-”

“I was pissed and wanted you to listen to me instead of treating me like I didn’t know what I was doing. So you’re stuck with me. But I want you to not bottle those things up like Sloane. Talk to me or your guys or a therapist or whoever. Just don’t stew in your own head. Now give me a hug.” You held out your arms, Eric rolling his eyes with a smile on his face. He stepped into the hug and returned it, picking you up off the ground for a minute.

“Alright, alright. I’ll try to be better. Now what’s on todays schedule?”

Ten Hours Later

You groaned as you finally closed your laptop. All day back to back meetings were awful. The team was already prepping for a concert series next summer to headline the new album that didn’t yet exist.

Not to mention you didn’t want to do over 100 concerts across five months ever again. Thank god you only had two big ones left for the year.

“Working hard?” Dean said as you screamed, immediately throwing the lacrosse ball on your desk at the door. Dean jumped but not in time for the ball to miss his shoulder, a frown on his face. “Ow. Remind me not to ever prank scare you.”

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, Dean tossing the ball back to you. “I’m not use to guests this late without Eric telling me.”

“S’alright. I uh, texted you earlier that I wanted to come over and make you dinner. Eric said you’ve been working all day and would probably like that.” Your eyebrows raised as you put the ball on the desk and walked over, turning off the office light.

“You talked to Eric?” you asked, leaning up on your tiptoes to peck a kiss on his lips, Dean grinning when you pulled back.

“Yeah I called him,” he said, letting you lead him down the hall and towards the kitchen. “I didn’t want to go get stuff at the store if you were busy. He apologized to me and explained some…things to me about him and Sloane when I got here a few minutes ago,” he said, setting the two bags on the kitchen island before picking you up and setting you on the counter with a chuckle. 

Your face flushed as Dean washed up at the sink. “So are you guys cool now?”

“Sweetheart, I was always cool with him. I knew he’d come around to loving me eventually,” he said, flashing you a wink as he started to inspect your cabinets. “Where do you keep your cutting board?”

“Skinny cabinet by the stove,” you said, Dean humming to himself. “I’m surprised. Eric said he was being an ass.”

“Yeah but I mean I don’t blame him,” said Dean, finding the board and putting it on the island along with a knife from the block on the counter. He shot you a side glance as he took ingredients out of the bag. “If I was in his shoes, I’d probably want to get rid of the guy that brings with him the constant reminder of losing the love of my life too, you know?”

“It was still immature of him.”

“I’m a guy. Of course I’m still immature,” said Eric, walking into the kitchen with a smirk, eyeing the food Dean had gotten, giving an approving nod. “Dean knows what I mean.”

“Men in general are a very immature species,” he said, the air in the room relaxed. “We’re quite stupid.”

“Extremely,” said Eric, fishing into his pocket and pulling out a small black clicker. He set it on the island, Dean not paying attention while he organized his ingredients. “Winchester.”

Dean glanced to his right, Eric nodding at the clicker. 

“You will carry this with you at all times when you are not with Sloane in public or at one of your facilities with security,” said Eric. Dean raised an eyebrow but Eric simply looked at you.

“Your management team will find out eventually. I don’t trust Rowan not to leak this relationship and once that happens,” Eric said, making sure Dean was watching him, “Your life will change. I wouldn’t advise going public places alone once that happens but I can’t enforce that on you. Use the clicker if you feel threatened and we will get someone to you quickly.”

“Alright,” said Dean with a nod. “Anything else I should know?”

“Yeah. Y/N’s been getting fight training for the past decade so if shit ever hit the fan, you follow her lead. She knows when to talk her way out, run or fight.”

“Good to know.”

“See you in the morning,” he said, lifting his chin when you raised your finger. “Yeah?”

“Can you work with Alex and your guys to find a suitable PR replacement? Rowan’s been pushy about how the date with Dean went and I don’t want to be looking over my shoulder all the time.”

“We’ll see if Emma’s available. She was my preferred choice but she had the babies at home. S’been a few years so she might want to come back,” he said. “I’ll work it.”

“Thank you, Eric,” you said. “Have fun tonight.”

“Always do,” he chimed back, whistling on his way out. 

“So,” said Dean, setting the knife down, some things already diced and prepped, “Do I have you all to myself finally?”

“Just you and the three dudes in the security shed but yup,” you laughed. He stepped in front of you, spreading your knees so he could settle between them. Heat rose to your cheeks as he leaned in close.

“You know it’s extremely hot you can handle yourself in a fight? I’m gonna hide behind you if shit ever went down,” he said, making you giggle. “I’m serious!”

“I think we’d be better off tag teaming them,” you said, Dean grinning. “He didn’t give you the clicker to scare you.”

“I know. I’m beginning to understand that once people find out about us, shit’s going to change.” He took your hands, holding them in your lap, a shy look in his eyes. “Can we keep this a secret for a little while?”

“I am all for that,” you said, both of you relaxed. “I want to get to know you more, just us.”

“Me too,” he whispered, brushing his lips over yours. “They’re gonna say I corrupted you.”

“They’re gonna say I tamed you.” He smirked, kissing you once, then twice, stealing your breath away.

“They’d be quite right,” he said, glancing down when your stomach grumbled loudly. “And you are one hungry girl. Okay, let’s get dinner on the road.”

Dean POV

Saturday Night

I was incredibly annoyed. Tonight was the first night all week I hadn’t spent with Y/N. Our schedules were both so busy during the week that we only had the evenings together. Her weekends had more downtime but we’d just started the season so mine was jam packed. I’d spent all day traveling from LA to New York to play the Jets tomorrow.

I could have lived with that if Y/N wasn’t playing a small concert tonight. In New York. She was literally a twenty minute uber ride away and I couldn’t go see her perform. It wasn’t about getting to see her sing live. Sure, I fucking loved it but I wanted to support her too. She would watch my game on TV tomorrow and it sucked I couldn’t do the same for her without risking outing ourselves.

But I mean…it was for a fundraiser event for her charity. A charity I’d just donated an assload of money to. Donors must have been on the guest list, right? I pulled out my phone, tapping the team group text.

Dean: You boys want to go to a fundraiser tonight?

Michael: I’d rather jump off a bridge.

Benny: I second that sentiment. I thought we were grabbing dinner and then going to get a decent night’s sleep?

Michael: I want a giant steak. 

Gabe: Are there going to be hot chicks at this fundraiser? I need to know all the facts before I make up my mind.

Dean: It’s Y/N’s event so I’m sure her New York friends will be there.

Benny: You didn’t say it was for your girlfriend.

Dean: I never said she was.

Michael: You’ve been smiling at your phone all fucking week. She’s your girlfriend. And I’d still rather jump off a bridge…but hot girls would help ease my pain and suffering.

Benny: Coach will have our ass if we get drunk the night before a game.  He wasn’t happy we were out so late last week.

Dean: Come on. You shits have more money than you know what to do with. Donate a little, meet some girls. Maybe they’ll take pity on your ugly asses.

Gabe: I’m in. But dinner first. I’m starving.

Michael: Same. Ben’s in too.Benny: Fine. But Dean’s footing the bill tonight.

Michael: I thought it was obvious Mr. Moneybags was paying.

Gabe: Hey if I walk around in booty shorts will you give me ten million too?

Dean: I need to get better friends.

Two hours later and a text to Eric, we were walking into a ballroom that was decked out in black and lavender drapes and balloons. 

“Is that the chick from-” started Michael.

“Uh huh,” said Benny, leaning in close. “How famous is Y/N exactly?”

“Didn’t she win an Oscar last year?” asked Gabe as a vaguely familiar actress walked past us.

“Just don’t act like idiots,” I said, heading for the open bar and getting an old fashioned. Michael and Gabe had wandered off and were currently chatting up a pair of actresses from a rom-com last year. 

“Every single chick in here is staring at you,” said Benny. I turned to my right, chuckling when I saw him sipping on a flute of champagne. “Fuck you. I can be classy.”

“I’ve watched you drink beer out of a funnel multiple times.” He flipped me the bird, putting his back to the bar, leaning it against it like I did, watching Y/N walk out on stage in a pair of tight ripped skinny jeans, a black corset crop top and a lavender flannel tied around her waist.

“You’re gonna give yourself away if you don’t at least talk to any of these women,” said Benny. I took a sip drag from my glass.

“Trying a new tactic this season. No hookups,” I said, listening as Y/N thanked people for their donations.

“Bullshit,” scoffed Benny. “You’re so a thing with Y/N.”

“No hookups with people that aren’t my girlfriend,” I said with a smirk. “Don’t-”

“I’m not stupid. If it gets out, it won’t be because of us,” he said, music cueing up in the background. “I don’t recognize this song. She didn’t play it at the concert last week.”

“Because it’s from her first album,” I said, raising my eyebrows as Y/N started to bounce around the stage.  My smile started to grow, Y/N getting into it more and more before she suddenly jumped.

“Is this that one they played all the time during the draft?”

“Yup.” I didn’t have to wonder long why she was singing ‘Boyfriend.’ When she saw me in the crowd, she blushed, winking as if it were part of the choreography. But I saw the quick look of surprise on her face. The way he smile seemed even bigger than before.

“So bribing chicks into dates really works huh?” teased Benny.

“Having a kidnapped sibling also helps,” I chuckled, Benny flinching out of the corner of my eye. “What?”

“You’ve talked about Sam more this week than you have in years.” I sipped on my drink, Benny squeezing my shoulder. “I should have told you about what she said back in college. You two would have gotten together a long time ago.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” I said, Benny’s eyebrows raising. “We were both too hurt back then. We’re still hurt but it’s different now.”

“Whatever it is, she seems like a good fit.”

“Thanks man,” I said, eyeing him up and down. “Now how much are you going to pony up to the charity tonight?”

“I’m gonna let you get sacked tomorrow,” he grumbled. 

“And ruin your stats? As if,” I scoffed, Y/N rolling right into another song. She performed for about half an hour and when she finished, absolutely every A-lister in the place wanted her attention. It took another hour for her to finally make her way over to us.

“Mr. Winchester,” she said, giving me a small nod as she took in the boys. “Michael Haven. Tight End. Gabe Tricks. Runningback. Nice to meet you both.”

“Oh the pleasure is all ours,” said Michael with a wink, ignoring my death glare.

“And Benjamin,” she said, giving Benny a big smile. “Who could forget my English buddy? He’s the number one offensive lineman in the league and he knows Tolstoy? Saved my ass from failing more than once.”

“Oh but you helped get me through Jane Austen,” he chuckled, giving her a hug, Y/N glancing up at me.

“Nice to see you again, Mr. Winchester.” 

“Oh for sure,” I teased, trying to keep my smile from being too giddy. “I brought my friends since they’re so eager to donate themselves.”

Her face lit up, the guys hiding their grimaces well. “Really? Obviously please don’t feel obligated to donate as much as Dean did which was frankly ridiculous but every dollar helps.”

“What exactly does your charity do?” asked Michael warily. I understood his hesitation. He’d been burned early on in his career when he hooked up with a bad agent and now he didn’t trust anyone with his money, even charities.

“Lots of things!” she said excitedly, Eric coming into view in my peripheral. I hadn’t seen him all night but I imagined he was keeping a close eye on her. “We do everything from prevention through school training programs, providing funds to rural communities to install lights, cameras, set up neighborhood watch programs and more to tracking cold cases, identifying possible trafficking rings, working with the FBI to provide our leads and even shutting down rings. We even have resources for reuniting families and providing support for both the survivors and their families to process re-unification, helping identify someone as no longer missing or dead and helping bridge education gaps and entry into the workforce.”

The boys just stared at her. Y/N had given me the low-down on Monday afternoon about the charity at my house and it had been obvious how deeply she cared about not just Max but all families that had been affected by such an awful experience.

“I know it sounds like a money grab, especially when we’ve only helped recover about fifty survivors but every penny goes into helping. Prevention is our number one priority,” she said. 

“Honestly, it sounds like you’re doing a lot,” said Benny. “Where do I signup?”

“By the entrance is a table where you can donate right now or get on our mailing list,” she said.

“Sounds cool,” said Michael, the boys heading over to the table, Y/N turning to me. 

“I didn’t go overboard did I? I get kind of blabbery when talking about the charity I’ve been told.” I resisted the urge to tuck her hair behind her ear, ease her worries.

“I think they were shocked at how much you do. Saving fifty people and stopping how many more from getting taken is nothing to scoff at,” I said. She shrugged. “Y/N. That’s fucking awesome.”

“Yeah but I didn’t do those things. I just use my fame to collect a big bucket of money to pay other people to find people.”

“Well if you didn’t there wouldn’t be a big bucket of money in the first place,” I said, bopping her nose, quickly pulling my hand away. “I, uh…”

“Tell your friends thank you,” she said, taking a step back, a coy smile on her lips. “Goodnight, Mr. Winchester.”

“Goodnight, princess.”

“I credit all the work the team did during the offseason,” I said after the game the next day. It’d been a blowout but we had a Thursday night game in a few days to prepare for and it’d be much harder. “Back to basics always works.”

“Any word on how the now infamous date with the Princess of Pop, Y/N Y/L/N, herself went? There’s word you were at her fundraiser last night and she was at the game today. Seems to be sending a signal,” the reporter asked. 

Fuck, she’d been at the game?

“I mean, I’m a fan, don’t get me wrong,” I laughed, trying to get off topic of the date. “We had a very nice conversation about her charity over lunch last week and as a new donor, I wanted to go and support the cause. You know, it’s something Y/N and I share in common and as people who have both lost siblings to trafficking, we both understand the devastation it can cause to not only your own family but community. It’s not as flashy or well known as some other very worthy causes and it doesn’t affect as many people but it can change any family at any time. I think prevention is a goal we both share and I respect her for all of the change she’s already made. People think of her as an amazing performer and she is but she’s a good person too for all that she’s doing for communities across the country.”

“Thanks, Dean,” she said, allowing me to leave and head for the locker room. There I found a few texts waiting for me.

Y/N: Hey I’m sorry. I know we said we wanted to keep things a secret but my friends invited me to the game today and it’d look weird if I said no so I’m here at the game

Y/N: Okay it looks like you’re already on the field and won’t see this until later. Sorry again.

Y/N: Your butt looks cute in those pants.

Y/N: YOU GOT A TOUCHDOWN??? I THOUGHT THEY PAID YOU TO JUST THROW THE BALL AND LOOK HOT

Y/N: How can they be allowed to hit you so late?

Y/N: Nvm. They threw one of those flag things

Y/N: Congrats on the win! Come over tomorrow night and I’ll make you dinner to celebrate?

“You’re on, sweetheart.”

Two weeks later, we fucked up. We thought a Friday night run to McDonald’s for some late dinner would be safe enough. But some kid took a picture of us at the counter. Holding hands. Looking way too friendly with each other.

The media was about to lose it’s shit come the morning.

“Ugh,” said Y/N from the passenger seat. “I’m already getting texts and we weren’t even home yet. I guess that kid was a tik toker.”

“It was bound to happen. It’s my fault. I wanted to-”

“It’s no one’s fault,” she said quietly as I drove towards her house. “There’s nothing wrong with us being together. I just wanted to protect you from this crap for longer.”

“I know,” I said, reaching a hand over, stroking her cheek with my thumb. “But it’s something I knew I’d have to deal with eventually and I’ve always been okay with that.”

She was quiet, the ride back carrying an uneasy feeling. When I parked in the driveway she didn’t move, eyes closed. “Dean. You have to decide if-”

I cupped her cheek, her eyes flashing open for a brief second as I planted a harsh kiss on her. Y/N sank into it, moving her lips against mine.

“I picked you a long time ago. We don’t have to change. We can still have our nights together, still be goofy and us. All that changes is now we don’t have to hide it. This house and mine are still our privates spaces. Nothing there changed. Okay? You’re my girl, princess. Get used to it.” She nodded, taking a breath before we both headed inside. 

“Stay tonight,” she said, closing the door after me. “The morning-”

“I know,” I said, locking the door behind her, cupping her face with both hands, big doe eyes looking back. “We either hide or own this. It’s your decision.”

“We’re not hiding,” she said, a tiny smile on her face. “Does this mean I can come to your game on Sunday?”

“Girl, you’re wearing my jersey at the game,” I said, a smirk growing on her face. “What?”

“I have an idea of how we take ownership of all of this.”

“I’m listening,” I said, Y/N taking my hand, leading us towards the stairs, our food in her other hand.

“You’re going to like it…and you’re so coming to my concert tomorrow night with the guys. I have a surprise for you.”

“Looking forward to it, princess.”

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A/N: Read Part 4 here!

[mytheoristavenue]

I just refound my hyperfixation with franken stein from soul eater and was wondering if you would write nsfw stein/maid! Reader?

Sure, thanks for the ask, and sorry for the wait!

SE Franken Stein x Maid!Reader 🍋 - Commands

Summary: Your new employer decides to correct you after finding your service to not be up to his standards.

Warning: Rough, unprotexted sex, hard dom!stein, sub!reader, fem!reader, service!sub, kinda short

"(Y/N)," your employer called, prompting you to toddle over to him in the kitchen. "How many times am I going to have to correct you before you can do things correctly?" he asked ominously, cocking his head a bit and erecting his arm to crank the bolt lodged in his temple.

"Apologies, sir," you mumbled. "What was it that I did wrong?"

"Taste this." he ordered, shoving a mug in your face. Hesitantly, you took in by its handle and took a sip, instantly grimacing at the taste.

"Tea?" you whispered under your breath, confused. Why was there tea in the coffee canister?

"Correct. And what did I ask for?" His confirmation startled you, as you hadn't anticipated him hearing you.

"Coffee, sir." you answered shamefully, setting the cup down to go make him a fresh cup. "Apologies."

"That won't be enough this time," you could here his teeth grind when he spoke, making your skin crawl as he grabbed you by the wrist to pull you back to him. "I'm going to teach you a lesson this time."

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"Watch those teeth or you'll lose them." he commanded down to you as you diligently sucked him off, making sure to take everything he said straight to heat, lest you screw up again. "That's better." He purred, holding your head still in an effort to fuck your throat more comfortably. Stein leaned against the refrigerator tiredly, his head tilted back against it, not only out of bliss, but exhaustion. He'd had a long day and he didn't have the energy to look after you to make sure you did things properly.

"If you were half as good at you job as you are at sucking dick, we might just get along." he remarked with a throaty chuckle. "But you're not, so I guess this is all your good for." You took in his displeased words as they went straight to your heat. You wanted so desperately to sink your fingers into your core while you pleasured him, letting his distain for you ag you on, but you knew better. Stein was a cold, uncaring man, and you knew for a fact that if Death himself hadn't appointed you to keep his lab clean, you'd be on the streets.

Suddenly, you felt a harsh slap deliver to your cheek, causing you to withdrawal from him, alarmed. "Teeth." he reminded.

"S-Sorry," you whined, brows knitted together shyly as you gazed up at him.

"God, you're pathetic." he moaned, releasing a shaky breath as you licked a stripe up his shaft. "Either you're such a little snowflake that you're going to cry over one little slap, or you're getting pleasure from this." he noted breathlessly, before pressing his palm to your forehead and pushing you to the floor. "Either way, that I'm not going to let that happen." He growled, approaching you, and manhandling you off the ground.

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You whined hopelessly as the man of the house held you as you were laid out on the kitchen table, fucking into your weeping whole like he hated you, and in many ways, he did. You vexed him constantly with your sickeningly sweet tone, your stupid mistakes, and the way you said things that drove him wild, entirely unintentionally. He gripped your thigh tighter, your leg half hazard slung over his shoulder, while the other dangled off the table.

"Dick dumb little whore," he grunted, sweat dripping off his brow and landing on your uniform. "Can't even make a simple cup of fucking coffee."

Your face felt numb, and you struggled to form a single coherent thought as he pounded you into the table, simply uttering choked attempts at his title. "Y-Yes, sir..."

"Fuck," he groaned as your walls clenched around him, squeezing for all he was worth. "Better not fucking cum, I swear to God, I'll hurt you so bad." His threats did nothing to stop your climax from washing over you. If anything, they made it stronger, the thought of all the ways he could harm you tasting delicious in your mind. Your pelvis rose off the table as your legs began to tremble, your gross noises spilling into the air, pissing him off even more. "God, you can't do anything fucking thing I tell you, can you?"

You neglected to answer him, simply laying limp against the cold surface, you eyes rolled back and drool dribbling down your chin from your ajar lips. "Don't think that just because you came I'm gonna stop," he warned, tossing your leg off him and gripping your hips as harshly as he could, fingernails digging crescent moons into your supple flesh.

"Gonna fuck you until you learn your Goddamn lesson."

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After Midnight: A Cinderella Retelling

Prologue

Ashes.

Ashes smeared on her hands, her face, her hair.

In the light from the three full moons that streamed through the cracked bathroom window, Cendra didn’t look tephan. She didn’t look human either. She looked like a monster. The leaking sink dripped water onto her shoes as she scrubbed and scrubbed and checked herself over and over in the mirror.

Gimela had promised it was a simple job. A few things swiped from a home owned by humans who lived off-world and only came to Arateph three days a year.

Just Cendra’s luck to arrive on one of the three days. Through the shouting, lights, and alarms, she’d barely managed to escape by hiding in the waste bin of the garbage incinerator.

It had been worth it, she reminded herself. She’d swiped a bracelet and necklace set with genuine Kephari garnastones—probably a museum piece before the humans had claimed it—and Gimela had rewarded her with enough money to feed her stepsisters for the next two months.

But Cendra would never get clean.

She scrubbed and scrubbed, trying to keep quiet, but she still felt the grit in her teeth, in her hair, beneath all eight fingernails. The filth seemed to go deeper than her skin, all the way down to her bones, but she tried to ignore such stupidity. She didn’t need the fancy waterjet and sonic showers that the humans had. She could get clean, if only the girls would stay asleep—

Light flooded the bathroom, blinding Cendra. She yowled and covered her face with both hands.

When she dared to open her eyes, she saw Zella in the doorway, her ragged nightgown wrinkled, her dark hair rumpled, looking far too alert for a ten-year-old girl after midnight.

“Cendra?” Zella asked. “What are you doing?”

Cendra wiped her face in a towel, hoping it would get off the worst of the ash. “What are you doing up?” she demanded.

“Saving our lives,” Zella said. “I thought you were a thief.”

Dread coursed through Cendra's veins. Zella didn’t know. Cendra had made sure she didn’t know. She never would know.

“And what were you planning to do if it was a thief?” Cendra demanded. She nudged her stepsister’s hand, where she held the pink rag she had never let out of her sight since the day their mother left. “Attack him with your blanket?”

Zella clutched the blanket closer to herself. “I had to do something,” she said. “I was scared.”

She looked so young. It was hard to believe she was only four years younger than Cendra. But Cendra liked it that way. She’d made herself grow up fast so her stepsisters didn’t have to.

Cendra said, just the way her father used to, “If you’re scared, you call for me. I handle the dangers around here. Got it?”

Zella didn’t meet her eyes, because she was looking at Cendra’s face in the mirror. “What happened to you?”

“I’ve been cleaning,” Cendra said.

“After midnight?” Zella crossed her arms and for a terrible moment looked so much like her mother in a scolding mood. “You need to sleep.”

Her mother had never been so caring. Once again, Cendra felt a burst of love for the little girl. “Don’t worry about me,” she said. “It’s my job to take care of you.”

And I always will, Cendra thought, as she steered her stepsister toward the bed she shared with her still-sleeping twin. Whatever it takes.

[sommerflue-22]

Just a Little Longer | Kyojuro Rengoku

Featuring: Kyojuro Rengoku, gn! reader mention of Shinobu Kocho, Hinatsuru, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyuu Tomioka

Content Warning: modern setting, angst, hurt/no comfort, implied/referenced character death

Word Count: 0.6k

A/n: For N, wherever you are.

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You heard the front door opening and immediately put down the chopstick. You grabbed a kitchen towel and cleaned your hand as you made your way to the genkan. Your husband was untying his work boots, his briefcase was leaned against the wall.

"Hi, honey," you greeted, "How's work? I roasted some sweet potatoes this afternoon. Shinobu came over and we talked about anything and everything!"

Kyojuro turned his head and smiled at you. "Hello, dear. Great to see you again."

"Do you mind snacking on the sweet potatoes for the time being? I haven't finished cooking for dinner yet." You knelt down, reached for his face with your hands and planted a soft peck on his forehead. "I'm cooking tempura."

"I'm sure it will be delicious." Kyojuro replied, his deep red irises locked on yours. Oh how you adored the way his smile reached his eyes.

"I hope so! Go clean up a bit, I'll put the sweet potatoes on the table."

"(Y/N), dear…"

"Shush, hurry up." You went back to the kitchen, taking up the chopsticks and flipping the tempura after leaving him in the genkan.

You adored your little, simple apartment. A place you called home that you and your husband had bought five years ago. You adored your small kitchen, the lovely backsplash that your husband chose, and your pots and pans collection. You loved the open floor design and how the orange glow of the evening sun illuminated your entire home. And, of course…

You loved your husband. The man who just walked out of the bathroom with his sleeves rolled up. You cracked a smile at him (you couldn't help but smile whenever he was around). Kyojuro kissed the top of your head while wrapping his two arms around your waist.

"See this? Octopus-shaped sausages!" You pointed at the sausages you fried.

Kyojuro chuckled. "They're very cute, dear."

"I know right? I just figured out how to do it! Hinatsuru taught me how to."

"(Y/N)..."

"Oh, and I met Sanemi in the supermarket today! Can you believe it? Sanemi running errands for Giyuu?"

"(Y/N), I think you should stop, my dear." Kyojuro softly gripped your shoulders and pulled you to the side, away from the stove.

"Eh? Stop running errands in that supermarket? Is it because it's too expensive?" You blinked, completely perplexed by his request.

"No, of course not," Kyojuro said, resting his forehead on yours. "You have to stop pretending that I'm here."

You stood still. Everything seemed and sounded to come to a halt, as if the entire globe had also stopped spinning. Your apartment, which was gleaming from the sunset, your kitchen, the food you were making, and the sound of people and vehicles outside. You heard nothing. 

"Kyojuro?" You asked.

Kyojuro's head tilted, his soft lips parted as he nestled against yours. You kept your eyes open the entire time, waiting for him to pull himself away. Kyojuro pecked your lips again, this time holding your face in his calloused hands.

"It's alright, dear." Kyojuro stroked your cheeks and drew you into an embrace. "Live just a little longer."

You awoke in a sitting position, your body cold and your mouth dry. The room was dark despite the fact that the crescent moon shone through the window. You could hear the buzzing of the night light and the ticking of your alarm clock. Then there's a strong smell of dust from the cardboard boxes that surround you and contain your stuff.

Then it all came crashing down on you at once.

The small apartment you'd called home was no longer yours. The collection of pans and pots was long shattered. Food was decaying, and the bathtub and sink were completely dry. There was no place to return to because Kyojuro was your home.

And Kyojuro had breathed his last.

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A/n: I actually have a longer version of this. I'll post it on Ao3 and tag you when it got published if you want.

Thank you for reading! Find me on Ao3 and Twitter

[ladymonterosa]

The thin line between love and hate

First part: "Astrid"

26 september 2022

I have never considered myself a morning person. Ever since I was a child, mornings were always a nightmare. I remember my uncle had to gently shake me to wake me up for school, and I often ended up having breakfast in a rush, still half-asleep. Now that I was in college, nothing had changed.

My light brown hair fell in messy waves over my shoulders as I tossed and turned in bed, hoping the alarm hadn't already gone off. Every morning, the piercing sound of the alarm was torture, an annoying call I tried to ignore as much as possible. But that morning, I couldn't afford to ignore it. It was the first day of classes at God U, and I had promised myself to start off on the right foot.

With a groan, I reached for my phone. The bright display blinded me for a moment as my eyes adjusted to the light. When I finally focused on the time, my heart leapt into my throat: 7:45. I was late. Again.

I knew I had only fifteen minutes before class started, and the thought of showing up late on my first day at the School of Crime Fighting made my stomach knot. I cursed my love for sleep and my inability to wake up on time.

With a speed I didn't know I possessed, I got out of bed, shaking off doubts and tiredness with a sigh. I had to move. I dressed quickly, throwing on a simple T-shirt and jeans that I had left on the chair the night before. It wasn't a particularly polished outfit, but at least it was clean. I glanced in the mirror for a second, noticing my still sleepy blue eyes and hair that could definitely benefit from a brush.

There was no time for details. Grabbing an apple on the go, I dashed out of my apartment, almost forgetting my bag. The campus streets were already bustling with students hurrying to their respective classes, some with the same sleepy look I knew I had too. Godolkin University was huge, with historic buildings mingling with modern structures. The School of Crime Fighting was not far from my dorm, surrounded by trees.

As I ran toward the building, a rebellious strand of hair kept falling into my eyes, forcing me to push it back every few steps. But the thought of entering the classroom out of breath and red-faced from the run made me feel even worse. Maybe, I told myself, I should have listened to my uncle when he suggested setting multiple alarms. But it was too late for regrets. Now I just had to run and hope not to make a terrible first impression.

*＊✿❀ ❀✿＊*

Jordan Li's charisma is undeniable. With a confident voice and the way she moved naturally among the rows of seats, it was hard not to be impressed. Jordan began the lesson by discussing the challenges and responsibilities that our course of study entailed. Her passion for the subject was evident, and I found myself taking notes with an enthusiasm I had never felt before.

She described complex crime scenarios, the psychology behind criminals, and the importance of teamwork in solving cases. As she spoke, it seemed like I could see everything more clearly, as if she had turned on a light in a dark room of my mind.

During the lesson, she also asked questions, actively involving us in the discussion. I jotted down everything frantically, worried I wouldn't be able to keep up with the vast amount of information. At one point, I swear her gaze rested on me for a moment... was it just a coincidence or not?

*＊✿❀ ❀✿＊*

When the lesson ended, I felt exhausted but satisfied. Jordan thanked us for our attention and wished us a good day. I got up from my seat, still a bit dazed by the amount of information received. As I left the auditorium, I realized that my heart was pounding very hard, and I'm still not quite sure why.

*＊✿❀ ❀✿＊*

After the lesson ended, I walked towards the park, where I knew I would find my best friends. The campus was bathed in a golden light, and the cool morning air was giving way to a warm and bright day. Despite the rush that morning, I felt strangely serene.

As soon as I saw them, my mood improved even more. Jemma and Rose were my lifeline in this stormy sea.

We sat on a blanket under the shade of a large tree, the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds creating a relaxing atmosphere. As we sipped our smoothies, Jemma began to enthusiastically talk about her improv class, describing how the professor had them work on particularly intense role-playing exercises. Rose laughed, recalling an embarrassing moment when a classmate had completely forgotten his lines.

I couldn't help but smile listening to them, but my mind kept drifting back to Jordan Li and that morning's lesson. I couldn't stop thinking about her.

Jemma immediately noticed I was distracted. "Astrid, you're unusually quiet today. Everything okay?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

Her words made me blush. "Yes, everything's fine," I replied hastily, but my voice wavered slightly. "It's just that... my day didn't start off well. I didn't hear my alarm and was late for the first class."

Rose laughed. "Classic you, Astrid. But you made it on time, right?"

I nodded, trying not to seem too nervous. "How was your first class? Did you meet the famous Professor Brinkerhoff?"

"Not exactly," I replied, trying to keep my voice calm. "He didn't show up. His assistant was there instead."

My voice wavered slightly, and I realized how awkward I was sounding. Jemma looked at me with curious eyes. "Oh, an assistant, huh? And what was she like?"

I felt my heart speed up. "She was... interesting. Very engaging."

Jemma burst out laughing. "Interesting? Engaging? Sounds like you've got a crush, Astrid!"

I felt my face grow even redder. Rose, who had been silent until then, joined the conversation. "What's this mysterious assistant's name?" she asked, curious.

As soon as I mentioned Jordan Li's name, Jemma lit up like a light bulb. "Wait a minute," she said, pulling out her phone and starting to type frantically on Instagram. "Jordan Li... I knew I'd heard that name before."

Jemma quickly scrolled through Instagram, while Rose and I leaned in curiously. After a few moments, she found the profile and showed it to me and Rose. Looking at the posts, it didn't take long to realize one of Jordan's skills: the ability to transform gender.

"Here it is," Jemma said, pointing to a photo of Jordan with a guy in a university setting. "They're friends with André Anderson, Polarity's son," she explained. "A friend of my father's."

Polarity was a name I knew well. He's a famous B-list hero who starred in a well-known '90s sci-fi movie called Area 51. Now, Polarity is on the school board of God U. His son, André Anderson, was known in the Supe community for rather unflattering reasons... like frequent use of alcohol and drugs or his reputation as a serial womanizer.

"And look here," Jemma added, scrolling to the university's website. "They are part of the Top Ten most promising students at Godolkin University!"

I looked at her photo in the ranking with a mix of admiration and trepidation. It's clear that she is not only intelligent and capable but also very popular (as anyone who makes it to the Top Ten). It's official, I have no chance with her. All my hopes were dashed before they even began.

"I can't believe you have a crush on her," Rose said, giggling. "But hey, I don't blame you. She seems really amazing."

Jemma smiled. "Well, Astrid, it looks like you've found another reason to wake up early and not miss any more classes."

I laughed along with them, feeling a bit lighter.

Rose, however, interrupted my momentary euphoria with a question that caught me off guard. "By the way, how are things with Michael? Is it really over with him?"

The mention of Michael wiped away any trace of enthusiasm from my mind. I felt suddenly empty. "I don't even know," I replied, my voice tinged with sadness. "It's all so confusing."

My friends looked at me with understanding. Michael and I have a complicated relationship, full of ups and downs. I didn't know if we still had a future together or if it was better to leave it all behind.

"I'm sorry, Astrid," Rose said, placing a hand on my arm. "If you need to talk, we're here for you."

I nodded, grateful for their support. Despite the confusion I felt about Michael, I knew I had friends I could count on. And maybe, over time, I would figure out what I really wanted. For now, I had to focus on myself and the new chapter that was beginning at Godolkin University.

1° part ; 2° part ; 3° part

[koirian]

Lazy Evenings

Tw: Angst, Crying (Tell me if I miss anything!!!!)

Word Count: 824

A nice lazy evening, no work to be done, no recruits to train, just relaxing. S7-11 sighed in relief as he lays down on his bed…..

“3..2..1” the door slams open

“Oh L.T!! S7-77 walks through the door with a plate of puff pastries in hand. A delicious scent fills the room as she sets the plate down on his desk. She throws the curtains open letting the sun flood into the room

S7-11 groans as he sits back up in bed“Don’t you have something better to be doing than bothering me, sergeant” he gives her a deadpan look “Like training or maybe paperwork”

S7-77 squawks “Well I guess I’ll take the pastries I so kindly made for you and give them to the recruits” She tries to keep the offended face up, grabbing the plate again. S7-11 snatches the plate away from her before lifting his mask and shoving one in his mouth. It’s sweet, almost overwhelmingly sweet and of course her signature fresh peaches. “Could use less sugar” he licks his fingers clean.

“Noted” S7-77 responds as she flops across his lap “anyways I’m bored” she complains

“Then go do something, idiot” S7-11 sighs “Stop bothering me you dumbass”

“But there’s nothing to doooo” S7-77 groans dramatically “I’ve finished all my paperwork AND reports. I trained for a good 2 hours today, bothered the Commander, baked, cooked, etc”

“Alright how about this” He leans closer to her and whispers “I’ll try to get you on an easy solo mission to keep you busy” She brightens at the idea and nods. A big grin paints her face.

S7-11 leans away “Good. Good. Now get out of my room , Sergeant” she laughs as she gets up and starts walking out of his room a bounce in her step “Oh and Sergeant” S7-77’s face falls shaking her head “5 laps”. She groans loudly before closing the door

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“S7-77 do you copy! Lucky, answer me! For fucks sake! Sand…..” Alarms ring in S7-11’s ears as Commander Graves voice fades away. The radio is deathly silent. No response from S7-77, not even a peep. Just a few seconds ago she was still rambling about the best method to raise cattle and now….fuck.

It supposed to be a simple mission, a get in get out. Now a blaring word sits in front of him. Almost taunting him.

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S7-11 walks through the quiet hallways. His steps echoing loudly. It’s strangely cold for a spring evening. He stops in front of a door, obvious to who it belongs to with the whiteboard with encouraging words written on it….the words haven’t been change yet. He erases the board again before picking up a marker. He thinks for a bit before sighing and putting it back down. It doesn’t feel right and S7-11 doesn’t know if it ever will be right again.

S7-11 grabs the handle, taking a deep breath and twisting it open.

The stale scent of the barrack rooms and…peach.

He takes a few minutes to just observe the room. The curtains open allowing the evening sun to bathe the room in a warm glow. Everything about her just need to be warm didn’t it. He chuckles. Her bed was unmade, her desk littered with trinkets, but what he was looking for was in her nightstand. S7-11 walks forward grabbing the picture. It was a framed picture of the day she got promoted. Tears of joy in her eyes and a Massive smile on her face. He can feel his own stinging in his eyes. He took that picture.

He pulls the chair from the desk. Sitting in front of the picture as L.T Jr struts into the room and jumps into his lap.

“Sergeant…no…Sandy” The nickname fills him with a sense of relief warmth and guilt as he looks at the picture “it’s been a week since you went missing” he feels the part of his mask under his eyes get a bit wet “We’ve been doing…as well as we can. The Commander is doing everything to get you back” He pets L.T Jr’s fur “L.T Jr is doing good, I’ve been feeding him everyday just like how you taught me…He stands outside of your room everyday for hours…just waiting.” He looks down at the floor not being able to look at the picture for any longer “The peach tree in the court yard is wilting slightly. You never taught anyone to take care of it yet and we have t had the heart to call your parents yet.” More tears fall from his face “Just…Please Sandy, come bother me again. Slam my door open to get me to try your latest peach recipe. Throw the curtains open all you want. I’ll even wear that pink sparkly mask you croqueted me…” His voice was cracking now. His mask damp from tears.

“Cmon little Liz”

“Don’t make us bury an empty casket”

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S7-11 belongs to @pampanope

S7-77 belongs to meeee :3333

[challengeanon]

Todoroki Shouto

2018 backlog part 2! Enjoy?

REQUEST: from one writer to the next: could i have a request for my hero academia's todoroki and i want like the first date or like the first anniversary and what would he and his girlfriend do?

this was my first request 

Tic. Tic. Tic.

That's all you seemed to be able to hear as you stared longingly at the clock. In just a few minutes classes would be over and you'd all be dismissed from class for the weekend. Tomorrow you had your first date with Todoroki Shouto and you couldn't lie you were nervous. You'd known the heterochromatic boy for a couple of months now. It had taken him a while to warm up to you but but his walls were opening up for you slowly but surely. You were glad he felt comfortable around you; at least enough to ask you on a date.

You were ripped out of your thoughts by the sound of an obnoxious bell ringing signaling it was the weekend. You hurriedly put your notebook and pencil into your bag and got up from your seat heading towards the door nodding goodbye to your teacher and peers. Once you made it outside you looked up at the sky taking in a deep breath as you felt the sun's rays cascade over you like golden waterfall. Your serenity lasting the entire walk home though you lived about 10 minutes away.

With a tired sigh you aface planted onto your bed.

laying there as you felt your body sink into your cloud like mattress. Bzzt. Your phone buzzed altering you to a notification. Groaning you picked up your phone looking at it. Your displeased frown quickly lifted into a smile seeing who it was. Shouto was always one to text with proper grammar and spelling it was honestly kind of endearing.

IcyHot: "We are still on for tomorrow right? If we are what is your shoe size?"

You stared at the text for a moment before blinking the confusion away replying saying definitely and you shoe size before setting your phone down and pushing yourself off your bed. Taking off your uniform tossing into the laundry basket you head over to your closet throwing it open dramatically. Your eyes scan over the assortment of clothes hanging in front of you. You furrow your brows as the realization struck. You had absolutely no idea what you two were doing tomorrow all he said was the day was a surprise so you had no idea what to wear.

With a slightly frustrated sigh you pull out outfit after outfit trying them all on. In the end you tried on somewhere around 10 outfits total until you finally decided on a simple comfy jeans and t-shirt outfit. Setting them down neatly on your desk you put on pj pants and a tank top casually going downstairs to join your family for dinner. Dinner passed quickly everyone too tired to get into deep conversations. After absentmindedly helping clean up you went back up to your room jumping into your bed and looking up simple but cute hairstyles you could do. That lasted until about 11 when you decided to plug your phone in and curl up in your blankets slowly letting yourself drift off to sleep.

Your blissful sleep was very suddenly interrupted but your alarm going off signaling that it was 10 o'clock. With an annoyed groan you fling your covers off and swing your legs over the side of your bed standing up. You feel your bare feet stay flat against the flat area rug you have around your bed. You have 2 hours until Shouto gets to your house so you'll have to actually manage your time properly for once. You start the shower getting the water up to a comfortable temperature undressing as you wait for it to heat up. Testing it with your hand you feel the droplets hit your hand being good enough to step in fully. You shower quickly as your mind wanders to thoughts of your date today. After your shower you lightly blow dry your hair and brush your teeth heading out of the bathroom to put on the clothes you picked last night.

After you get dressed you do one more twirl in front of the mirror making sure you look good. You do! With a confident smile you brushed your teeth did your hair and put on a little casual makeup. You finish with just minutes to spare as you grab your phone and your purse. You head downstairs and get a drink of water as you wait dying to know what he planned.

It wasn't long until you heard the doorbell ring. With a deep calming breath you turned the handle opening the door to be face to face with Todoroki. Sneakily looking him up and down he was wearing jeans and a T-shirt but he still looked really nice. He also had a bag but you weren't sure why. You greeted him with a smile which he reciprocated.

"Wow you look great. Ready to go?" He asked you nonchalantly taking in your casual but cute outfit. You shut the door with a nod and let him lead the way. He wouldn't tell you he was nervous but he was.

"So shouto where are we going?" You asked him oh so curiously. You weren't entirely sure what to expect at all today but you trust him completely. He was always so calm and cool it was kind of intimidating at first until you realized how sweet and dorky he can be.

"I figured I'd take you out to eat; get some cold soba with you first." He said cooly stealing a glance at your face to see how you react. To his pleasure you smiled excitedly slightly wiggling with excitement. You stayed right by his side as you walked there in a comfortable silence. It wasn't long until you arrived to what you learned to be his favorite restaurant to get his cold soba.

You two were sat at a table for two near the back almost immediately. It was an elegant place but also had a casual comfortable atmosphere. You looked over the menu taking secret glances at your dates face, the way he seemed so focused on the menu was too cute for you not to smile at. After a few short minutes you both put your menus down knowing what you want all you had to do was wait for your waiter or waitress to come and take your orders. We talked casually laughing at lame jokes and just having an all around good time.

"And for his lovely girlfriend?" She said looking at you expectantly. You could feel your the heat rush to your face knowing fully well you were red as a tomato. You stuttered out your order as quickly as possible but the older woman was still able to catch it all sending you two a final smile before she turned and left. You turned your head back to face Shouto just to notice he was blushing too. You both quickly looked down at the table. It was so awkward yeah you two were on a date but you weren't really his girlfriend. It was weird the woman's kind words had made you so embarrassed even though they were kind of right. You heard a low chuckle from across the table suddenly.

"Ehhh? WHat's so funny Shouto?" You asked looking up at his pink dusted face. He has a gentle smile plastered on his face. It goes unfaltered as he looks at your red face.

"She isn't entirely wrong you know. She said what I assume is on everyone else's mind after all." He said his voice low and steady. You couldn't figure out what he meant by 'everyone else' until you looked around. Most of the people in the restaurant were either looking or taking sheepish glances at the two of you. Your brain froze for a moment as you hide your face in your hands earning another small chuckle from the attractive male in front of you. There were a number of reasons they could be looking. They could know who he is, they could think he's attractive, they could think you're attractive, they could think you two are a cute couple, or maybe they were questioning his scar. None of the thoughts made you feel any better.

You stayed with your hot face hidden until you felt a slightly calloused hand take hold of one of your own. You lifted your eyes to look at the culprit and you saw his heterochromatic eyes looking gently at you. With a quick squeeze of his hand you dropped your other hand onto the table and smiled at him both of you laughing softly. The nice woman brought your food and drinks and left with a small smile on her softly wrinkled face.

Finishing your food didn't take long you both ate in a comfortable happy silence aside from happy noises pertaining to the food. Even with the awkward moments you were having an amazing time with him. And the amazing food was just a cherry on top.

"Mmm! That was so good! Did you like yours too?" You asked your date excitedly and curiously. He responds with a simple yes and nod as he pulls the money out of his wallet. You argue trying to get him to let you help pay but he just says no and pays. You accept it with a huff in the end.

He pushes the door open walking outside holding the door open for you. With a smile and a thank you you walked past him slow enough so he could join your side after letting go of the door. You walked happily at his side enjoying the fresh air and the small conversations you two were having not paying attention to where he was taking you You felt his finger tips brush up against your hand softly a couple of times like a ghost you figured it was an accident. That was until you felt his calloused hand grab ahold of your softly almost as if he was nervous. Holding his hand you give him a reassuring squeeze and smile up at him. He shyly looked over at you and smiles softly seeing your smile.

It wasn't too long until you actually noticed that you were away from the city not too far but far enough that you were on a tranquil path in a then area of the woods. Looking up at his face again you could tell he knew exactly where you were going so you didn't vocalize your confusion. After walking for about 5 more minutes listening to the songs the birds were chirping you made it to a decent sized pond away from the view of prying eyes. Looking around is was serene and peaceful closed off from the bustling city streets.

"Shouto it's beautiful but.. why are we here?" You asked calmly as he let go of your hand putting his bag down and walking over to the pond.

"It is beautiful but you being here makes it gorgeous you know." He said his face growing pink glad you can't see it. He puts his right hand out causing a layer of ice to appear on the surface of the water; just think enough to hold the weight of two people but also keep the living creatures from dying.

Your confusion ever growing seeing the ice covered pond. Straightening himself he walks over to you opening his bag to hand you something. Ice skates.

"When you told me you'd never been ice skating before I thought of this place and thought it'd be perfect. My mom took me here as a child." He said softly looking out at the frozen pond suddenly pulled out of his memories by your arms snaking around him pulling him into a hug. He was frozen for a mere moment shocked by your sudden action before he hugged you back. The two of you walked closer to the new ice skating rink and put on the skates. It was much colder this close to the ice and he must have noticed because he grabbed a sweater out of the bag and put it on your shoulders. With a smile you put it on and tried standing up only to fall back down on your butt with an 'oomph'.

You heard him chuckle softly as he stood with much less difficulty and hold a hand out to you. Happily you took his hand and he carefully stood you up not letting go as you oh so ungracefully began to skate out the middle. One he showed you how to stand and do small movements without falling as much he backed up so you could try on your own.

"I can totally do this!" You cheered making small movements forward as you tried to make you way to him. You made it about two feet before losing your balance causing you to fall forward. Closing your eyes you waited for the cold impact that never came instead you felt a strong pair of arms catch you and pull you up. Once you were stable again you opened your eyes to see his face inches away. He was holding onto you your bodies pressed against each other his arms around your waist in a hug. Blushing your wrapped your arms around his neck giggling and thanking him. You noticed his smile has disappeared as he opened his mouth to say something.

"I-I had a really fun time with you today. I know I'm not the best with opening up to people but you stayed anyway so thank you. Would you officially be my girlfriend?" He asked stuttering slightly as he did when he first asked you on this date. You couldn't express your excitement with words none would come to your head except for two.

"Of course!" You Saïd happily closing your eyes. You closed the distance between your faces pressing your lips against his. It took a him second to realize what was going on before he started kissing back as you two turned into blushing messes. Happy blushing messes that is. 

[cicimunson]

Sweet Child of Mine Part 4

Series Summary: You’re Eddie’s former best best friend. The two of you drifted apart freshman year of high school and now you’re more enemies than anything else. Despite the hostility between the two of you, you still come around to help out with his eleven-month-old sister, Emma, who he and Wayne keep most of the time due to his father being in jail and his mother being an addict.

Also, I know Sweet Child O’ Mine didn’t come out until 1988, but the song is just so perfect for the story.

Characters: Eddie Munson x Female Reader, Wayne Munson, OC Emma Munson, Wendy Munson and Greg Thompson

Warnings: Eddie and the reader get into a huge argument (as usual), Eddie is sick and reader takes care of him.

Word Count: 2.k+

Part 1|Part 2|Part 3|Part 5|Part 6

Fuck. Fuck.

Eddie sprints through the house, hunting frantically for something clean to wear. He was already late for school and he was supposed to sell some kid a dime bag before the first bell.

"Eddie, it's almost nine a.m." Wayne chides him. "You were supposed to be at school an hour ago."

"I fell asleep before I set my alarm. I had a bad headache. And now I can't find any clean clothes."

"That's weird, Y/N did laundry last night while she was here."

Eddie checks the dryer, nothing. Where did she put my clothes?

Then he sees them. Sitting in the basket in front of the washer, untouched.

She didn't do my laundry? Why didn't she-

The words from your last conversation dawn on him.

I didn't ask you to do my laundry. You act like my girlfriend, it's weird.

He runs back to his room and digs around in his drawers, finding a white t-shirt that's about two sizes too small. He throws it on and sprints out the door, stopping to kiss Emma on the cheek on the way out.

Emma immediately starts fussing as he leaves. Wayne picks her up, patting her back.

"He'll be home before you know it, sweet girl, and then I can get some sleep.”

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You stroll into the cafeteria, adjusting your ponytail as you sit down. Your friends greet you, talking excitedly about a party coming up the next weekend.

You're halfway through your sandwich when Eddie walks in. You almost choke as you take in his skin-tight t-shirt, so small on him it looks like a crop top. Even with his jacket and vest on, you can see the lower half of his stomach and his happy trail that disappears into his dark jeans. Your mouth goes dry as your gaze lingers on his belly.

He makes eye contact, points at his shirt, and flips you a bird. You grin mischievously.

"Flirting with the freak?" Greg asks, slinging an arm over your shoulder.

"Don't be ridiculous. I played a little prank on him, that's all."

"That's my girl."

You push his arm off you. "Just because we hung out this weekend doesn't mean we're back together."

His eyes narrow. "Come on, baby. We're perfect for each other. You can't let one indiscretion-"

"Is that what we're calling it now? You getting balls deep in another girl is just a simple indiscretion?"

He grimaces. "You really need to stop hanging with that freak. Your language has gotten so vulgar. He's rubbing off on you."

"Why do you have to bring him up all the time? I told you, I work for his uncle. That's all."

"You two were friends before high school. And you know what they say, old habits die hard."

You roll your eyes and stand up, dumping the rest of your lunch in the trash.

Eddie sees you leaving and hurries after you. You yelp when his hand wraps around your elbow, tugging you into an empty classroom.

"If you're just gonna yell at me-"

"I should do more than that. Are you kidding me, Y/N? You could have at least told me you weren't gonna wash my clothes."

You cross your arms and glare at him. "You told me to stop doing shit for you. So I didn't do your laundry, I didn't tidy up your room, I'm sure you noticed Wayne's lunches are in the fridge, but I didn't make you any."

"You're such a bitch."

"Hey, I'm just doing what you said. You want someone to cook and clean for you? Start paying me. Or find a girlfriend.  Wayne pays me to care for Emma, not you."

"I swear I hate you sometimes."

"That's fine considering I hate you all the time."

You see a flicker of hurt in his eyes. He hides it quickly, standing up straight, squaring his shoulders.

"Forget it. I don't need you to do shit for me. I don't need anyone to do anything for me. I'm used to handling my shit myself." He starts coughing.

"You don't get to guilt trip me for doing what you told me to do! If you were ever nice Eddie, if you ever said thank you, just once-"

"Thank you for what? For what?" He yells, and you flinch. "Thank you for ruining our friendship? Thank you for becoming friends with the people that torment me? Thank you for abandoning me freshman year, when I needed you the most?"

You freeze. So that's what this is all about. That's what it's always been about.

"Eddie, I did not abandon you. My interests changed, yes, but I was here. I tried to be your friend. You pushed me away."

"You were gonna leave me behind!"

"I wouldn't have! I'm not like your mom, Eddie! I care about you!"

He flinches, taking a step back.

Shit. That came out wrong.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that the way it sounded."

He laughs bitterly. "No, you're right. My mom doesn't give a shit about me. If my own mother doesn't care, why should you?"

"Please, I didn't mean it that way. I would never say that. I wouldn't-"

"You just did."

"I worded it wrong, Eddie, I just meant-"

"Don't. We both know what you meant."

"Eddie. Listen to me." You plead.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crumpled ten dollar bill, slapping it into your palm.

"I don't want your money, Eddie, that's not what this was about. I just wanted some appreciation."

"I'll be home late. So if you can have my clothes done by then, that would be great. Don't worry about tidying up my room or making my lunches, I can handle that on my own."

"Eddie." You start to reach out for him, forgetting yourself. He slaps your hand away, visibly recoiling.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking." You apologize, take a few steps back from him. "I won't touch you."

He looks down at you with a pained expression. "Don't. Ever."

"I won't. I'm sorry. I just wanted you to listen to me."

The bell rings and Eddie steps around you, walking out the door and into the hall.

You blink back tears. You'd really fucked up this time. Any chance you and Eddie had of reconciling was done. He really hated you.

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You're sitting in Eddie's room, rocking Emma to sleep when you hear him come inside. You lay Emma in her crib and pat her bottom a few times.

You walk into the living room. Eddie is slumped on the couch, eyes closed.

"Emma's asleep. Your clothes are folded on your dresser. There's spaghetti in the fridge."

Eddie groans in response.

You sigh. If he's high or drunk you can't leave Emma alone with him.

"Eddie, take a shower. I'll make you some coffee. You need to sober up."

He shakes his head. "I'm not drunk."

His voice is raspy, crackling as he finishes his sentence.

"High, then, whatever. Come on, get up. I can't leave Emma with you when you're like this."

He lifts his head and you notice how flushed his cheeks are. He's shivering, you realize, as he tries to sit up.

"Eddie, are you okay?"

He coughs, taking a deep breath as he wheezes. "I'm fine."

"You aren't fine. You're obviously sick."

"Said I'm fine." He mumbles.

"Don't be stupid. I'm not leaving you to take care of Emma while you're ill. And I don't want Emma getting sick, either."

"S'not sick." He protests, but lets his head fall back on the couch.

Damn it.

You go into the bathroom and wet a washcloth with cold water, then come back into the living room and lay it over his forehead. He whimpers and tries to knock it off, but you shove his hands away.

"It's cold!" He groans. "So cold."

"You have a fever. We need to cool you down."

You hunt through the house and find some Tylenol and cold medicine. You get a glass of ice water and hurry back to his side.

"Eddie, sit up a little. I need you to take some medicine."

"S'not gonna. I hate it."

"Eddie, don't be a child. You need medicine to get well." You scold. "Now sit up!"

His eyes fly open when you raise your voice. He struggles to sit upright.

You shove two Tylenol in his mouth and hold the glass to his lips. "Swallow. Now."

He does as you say, furrowing his brows.

You measure out the cold medicine and make him swallow it. He gags at the taste.

"Do not throw up." You warn. "Swallow it down."

He scowls at you. "Mean."

"Yeah, well, you'll thank me when you feel better."

"S'will not."

"Yeah, you probably won't." You sigh.

He lays back and tugs the blanket off the back of the couch. You wrestle it away from him.

"Eddie, no, your fever is high. We gotta cool you down."

"I'm cold." He groans, trying to get the blanket back from you.

"You'll be even colder when your temp goes up. Listen to me, please."

He sighs.

You check on Emma, who's thankfully still sleeping peacefully, before rewetting the washcloth and putting it back on Eddie's forehead.

He whimpers but doesn't protest or open his eyes.

You sit on the floor beside the couch, watching him closely. A half hour goes by and he's still red-faced and groaning in his sleep.

You know you have to get some of his clothes off and cool him down. You just aren't sure how to do it without upsetting him.

"Eddie." You say softly. "Could you try to take your jacket off?"

He grunts.

"Eddie." You say louder. "Your temp isn't going down fast enough. We need to get some of these layers off you."

No response.

You sigh. You know he hates being touched and you don't want to violate that boundary. But at the same time you've got to get him cooled down.

You start by slipping his shoes off, then his socks. He mumbles but doesn't try to stop you.

You tug on his shoulders and his eyes shoot open.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You whisper soothingly. "We just need to get this jacket off, okay? I'll stop touching you after we get you stripped down, I promise."

You manage to tug the jacket off without too much of a struggle.

Eddie catches your hand as you start to pull away. You stare down at him, surprised.

"Thank you." He murmurs.

So all I gotta do to get a little appreciation around here is get him sick? Wow.

You don't say that though. You squeeze his fingers, and offer him a warm smile. "You're welcome."

You sit back down on the floor. Eddie rolls on his side toward you.

"Emma-"

"I just checked her. She's fine. Get some sleep, I got you both."

He nods and drifts off.

You watch over him until his fever breaks. You wake him once more to give him more Tylenol, then let him rest.

Eventually you give in to your own fatigue and your head slumps back on the couch as you close your eyes.

That's where Wayne finds the two of you the next morning. He smiles to himself when he sees Eddie gripping your hand.

He checks on Emma before gently shaking your shoulder to wake you.

"Y/N, everything okay? Why are you asleep on the floor?"

You open your eyes. "Hey, Wayne. Eddie was sick last night."

"And you stayed over to take care of him?"

"Someone had to watch Emma, he was in no condition to." You explain. You’d never admit that you stayed for Eddie.

"And yet you're in here on the floor, instead of in the bedroom with Emma." He observes with a knowing smile.

You blush slightly. "I'm gonna go now that you're here. Will you make sure he drinks something every hour or so? And he needs more Tylenol around 9am."

"I will. Thank you for looking after him- I mean, after Emma."

You stand up and start coughing.

Motherfucker.

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[pollenallergie]

older!tom insisting on making you dinner one night after work, he's just like "please, love, you had a long day, pop 'round my flat around 8 and we can have dinner"

and when you walk in, he's got candles lit and smooth music playing, and he gives you a small kiss before asking if you want some wine, and you're like "wait wait, what's going on?"

and he turns beet red "well, i just... you had a hard day at work, and i figured i'd give the romance thing a shot... s'been a while since i've had to romance a bird. am i doin alright?"

and you smile and throw your arms around him and smooch him so big "yes, my tommy, you're doing splendid"

just agh tom rediscovering his youth with you and sksksksk i love it

Listen, Tom’s trying soooo hard. The boyfriend stuff used to come so naturally to him, but then, shit happened and kept happening for the earliest years of his adulthood (pre-hoe phase), and he sort of lost his inherent boyfriend-ness along the way. Or so he thought…

But then Tom hears about the shit day you’ve been having. Firstly, you’d missed your alarm and woke up late this morning. Then your building must’ve decided that having hot water was just not on the agenda for the day, so you’d had to take a freezing cold shower. To make matters worse, your dog had puked before you could even get out of the door, so you’d had to stick around longer to clean that up. Consequently, you’d been late to work and gotten bitched at by one of your coworkers for it. Of course, your day suddenly got really busy right at lunchtime, so you hadn’t had time to eat anything other than the Kinder Bueno you’d had tucked away in your desk drawer for a couple of weeks. Next, you’d spilled coffee on your favourite work outfit (it was a cold mug of coffee leftover from the morning, so it didn’t hurt, but it still stained). Finally, to top it all off, you’d dropped your phone and cracked the screen during your commute home.

Tom hears about all of it on the phone as soon as you get home. You call him to vent about the shit day you had, expecting him to merely offer some words of sympathy, only for him to invite you over to his place; he even tells you to bring your dog, too, so you don’t have to leave them home alone. And, listen, you really don’t feel like leaving the house, not after the horrid day you’ve had. However, you can’t deny that you want to see Tom, that you miss him after not having seen him for a few days (both of you have been quite busy with work). So, you change into some comfortable clothes, maybe trackies and a jumper or casual shorts and a t-shirt, depending on the weather, leash up your pup, and head over to Tom’s.

When you walk in, you immediately feel underdressed. His tiny flat now feels like a fancy restaurant, and you look like you’re dressed to go jogging. He’s lit candles, turned on some slow, easy music, and set his small dining table up to look like a table for two at the lovely Italian restaurant he took you to on your birthday. You shut the door behind you and remove your shoes, calling out to him as you unleash your dog, who immediately runs off to find his best friends, Jago and Haz. Tom returns your call from his kitchen, beckoning you in there as he’s too preoccupied with cooking something on the stove to greet you at the door the way he usually does, the way he wants to. You find him in the kitchen labouring away over the stove, making your favourite comfort meal, a dish from back home that your nan used to make you. It’s a dish that you know he doesn’t have the first clue how to make, which means he had to put in the effort to look up a recipe and learn how to make it. The thought of him researching how to make your favourite dish warms your heart; it’s a simple thing, a small effort, but it’s an effort nonetheless.

Tom immediately steps away from the stove, turns to you, and heads over to greet you with a soft, warm kiss and a bright smile. He takes your bag from you and asks you to watch what he has going on the stove while he runs out of the room quickly to grab something for you. Of course, you oblige. When he comes back into the room, he’s since ditched your bag, likely setting it down on the lounge chair he uses as a catchall, and is now brandishing a bouquet of your favourite flowers. You melt at the sight of him. Tom sets the flowers on the counter and tells you to remind him not to let you forget them here later. He then asks if you want some wine and informs you that he has a bottle of your favourite chilling in the fridge. You nod your confirmation, finding it hard to speak. The pure loving energy in the room has you starting to choke up, and you just barely manage to peep out, “Tommy, what’s all this?”

He blushes as he pours you both glasses of wine, the tips of his ears and the apples of his cheeks turning a lovely rosy shade. He explains everything to you: how he wants to help cheer you up after the awful day you’ve had, how he’s trying his best to be a good boyfriend to you, how he hasn’t done something like this in a long time and, frankly, isn’t even sure if he’s doing an alright job at it. The warm, lovely feeling that’s blooming in your chest is all-consuming; it warms you from the roundness of your cheeks to the tips of your toes, like you’ve just taken a sip of some tea on a cold day, as your face splits into a beaming grin. You can’t resist the urge to crash into him, to pull him into a tight, warm embrace and plant an emphatic kiss on his plush pink lips.

You reassure Tom that he’s doing lovely, that he’s making you so happy, and you even confess that no one has really ever done anything like this for you before. At that moment, he internally vows to do things like this for you all the time: candlelit dinners when you’ve had a rough day, warming up a blanket for you and making you a cuppa when you get cold, rubbing your shoulders when they begin to ache from slouching at your desk all day, anything and everything to make you smile, to take care of you, to show you how much he loves you- no, wait, not love. It’s too soon for love. Surely he can’t… He doesn’t mean that. But, fuck, no, you know what, he does mean that. Tom loves you. Maybe one day he’ll be brave enough to tell you that, but, for now, he’ll settle for simply showing you how much he loves you. Actions speak louder than words, anyway, right?

Tom’s not exaggerating, either. He hasn’t done anything like this for anyone since he was still a boy, only 18, and not at all scared of loving too intensely. Back then, he didn’t even believe there was such a thing as loving someone too intensely. However, you don’t seem put off by this at all. In fact, you seem to like it… Not even just ‘seem’ to like it; you’re telling him that you love it, that you’re happy, that he’s making you happy. Your reassurances encourage him to offer you more love, to do more for you simply because he wants to. Tom does the dishes after dinner while you’re snuggled up on the couch with The Lads and your pup. He then runs you a warm, relaxing bath, and, when you ask him to join you in there, he doesn’t hesitate to oblige you. Next, he takes care of The Lads and your dog while you get ready for bed, changing into a pair of pajamas you’d forgotten you’d even left here, and using the spare toothbrush Tom keeps for you to brush your teeth. You don’t have any clothes here to change into for work in the morning, but Tom’s already assured you that he’ll wake up early to drop you back at your place so that you have time to get ready before work, and that, if need be, he’ll even give you a ride to work to save time. Once you’ve both gotten ready for bed, and The Lads and your dog have been sufficiently attended to, you and Tom cuddle up in his bed together. You’re both too tired to do anything but go to sleep, but Tom has promised that, so long as you don’t mind waking up obnoxiously early, he’ll gladly attend to your other needs in the morning before he takes you back to yours.

Tom is not only rediscovering his knack for romance with you, but he’s also rediscovering his sense of domesticity; he’s rediscovering how truly wonderful it can be to take care of the people that you love, to make them smile, to ease their worries. Of course, you also help him rediscover how incredible it is to be taken care of, himself, to be spoiled and loved.