#it's comparable to trying to clean up a messy room

[west-tokyo-incidents]

"We have to defeat Dunstan!"

Garion's eyes slowly blink. He knows this song and dance.

It's like this, every time. If a timeline gets this far without an alteration, this is always where it leads. So few actually stayed on the straight and narrow good vs evil. Which makes sense, humans rarely, if ever, believe in a truly black and white.

He was lounged out on a low concrete wall, the good douji having their gathering in the small courtyard of the abandoned hospital.

He redirected his eyes from them, spinning his cane in his hand boredly. Trickery's parrot voice giggled, and spat out a mockery of them.

It incited anger in the young man who was the master of the Ultimate Good. Garion just kept quiet as his douji heckled Yamato.

"That's enough, Trickery." His voice is sharply stern, "Help me up." The mimic douji snapped his jaws shut, returning to his master's side. Garion holds an arm out and Trickery pulls him to his feet. His bad leg has gone weak, sitting on the hard surface, and he leans heavily on his cane. He knows the others have noticed his change in attitude, and doesn't plan to stick around long.

"Well, you all have fun on your wild goose hunt. I think I'd rather spend my time with more reasonable people." He put on a smile and waved a hand before beginning to walk away.

"It's the only way we can end this crap! Unless you have a better plan!"

Fury shoots through Garion and he has to stop himself, knuckles going white around the snake head of his cane. Trickery flicks his eyes between his master and Yamato. Garion takes a breath, steadying himself. As he turns around, the happy, nonchalant, almost dopey smile is back in his face.

"Oh, no, Mr. Yamato, don't mind me. You have your fun trying to defeat a man who's omnipresent and able to change timelines at will. You enjoy that. I'll simply have no part in it." He waves a hand dismissively. Though he can tell they know something deeper is in his words, he doesn't care. The deviation will soon tear them away from that plan entirely. It's only a matter of time.

He turns to continue down the road leading away from the hospital and back to his car. Trickery is skipping along beside him, giggling, "Dunstan makes you really mad, huh?"

"Yeah..." A sigh, "Yeah, he really does. Let's go check on Vice, hm? I wanna see how close he is to making Paresse snap now." He opens the driver's door and slips in.

"Oooouh, yeah!! Should be any time now." Trickery never opened the passenger door, but is sitting there beside him, phone open and clicking through texts, "The evil douji are meeting tonight, too!'

Garion makes a knowing hum, smiling to himself.

He liked these timelines.

[droaxa]

this game

✧tags: yandere cheater x reader pt. 3

✧warnings: kidnapping, bondage, MNDI, reader is touched inappropriately

✧a/n: hey guys this is gonna be the final part of my yandere cheater, i really appreciate all the love i've got so far and i'm excited to show you all what I thought up for the final bit! don't hate me too much for the end haha

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

The first sensation that hits you as you wake is a burning feeling in your throat. you shoot up immediately and go into a coughing fit, what happened? The second sensation is the blinding bright lighting, a harsh white compared to the soft yellow in your dorm. Your eyelids feel stuck as you try to open your eyes, almost as if they were glued together.

You force your eyes open and your surroundings alarm you, even in your drowsy state. This room clearly wasn't yours. In fact, it wasn't Raph's either. You knew his room, messy and boyish but not sterile and clean like this. You observe your surroundings, a mostly empty room with minimal items but all necessary furniture.

Then you locate the cause of the ache in your wrists; two tightly tied ropes connecting you to the bed frame. You try to pull away, hoping the knots will come loose but to no avail. Your legs are free unlike your arms, but bare. You're dressed in a large t-shirt, something you knew Raph owned and just your panties. You dreaded being exposed to Raph in such an intimate way, especially considering that he most likely changed you, but the thin layers were better than nothing.

As if hearing your silent plea that he shouldn't come through the door, Raph enters with the click of the lock unlatching. His smug, almost satisfied look makes you uneasy. What did he have planned for you?

"Finally up sweets? I was gettin' bored without ya" he drawls out, stalking closer to the bed with every step.

You inhale sharply and attempt to pull yourself into a sitting position by your wrists, not wanting to be lying down as that man approached you. But almost as if reading your mind, he crawls into the bed. Grabbing your ankle and pulling you down into a resting position with him over you.

"Uh uh" he tuts, "No runnin' away, but I mean-" he cracks a menacing grin. "It's not like there's anywhere to run to huh?"

Your eyebrows furrow as you plead with him, "Raph please, just let me go and I won't tell anyone what you did. If you have any love or at least respect for me, please let me go"

He cocks his head to the side as if thinking about your demand, then all of a sudden-

BAM!

He's on top of you, hands on either side of your head and legs keeping your legs down. "I'm doing this because I love you, can't you see? I know imma asshole for cheating but c'mon. Don't say you didn't miss me"

You scoff and hiss out your words, "Miss you? You're just a cheating lowlife and psycho who couldn't take what he dished out"

"Psycho?" He grabs your face, squishing your cheeks in the process. "Well yer life is in the hands of this psycho darling, so I'd watch what you say" He leans in even closer, his hair now tickling your forehead. "All I did was prove my love for you, getting rid of that bitch, taking care of my brother. They were all getting in between us"

You try to stay calm but tears start to form in your eyes, he was the one who tore you two apart. Not your friends or his brother. "It was you that got between us. Just because you tried to right your wrongs, in the worst way possible, doesn't mean I need to forgive you"

Like he was waiting for you to say that, he grins again "Forgive me? Oh, you'll be forgiving me soon"

He lifts up your body just enough to allow his larger one to fit under you, you were lying on him. Just like when you were together. His face rests on your shoulder as one of his hands grabs a remote off the bed stand next to the bed, arms encircling your waist with the remote in the front.

He then turns on the TV opposite of the bed, the news network flashes on screen.

A woman dressed in formal wear and a bun appeared at a mahogany desk, her face holding a solemn expression. "A horrible tragedy has struck the local university today" A picture of a university, no. Your university flashes on the screen. "A university student had been found in the dorms on campus, horribly injured" A picture of Ray flashes on screen. No.

"Thankfully, an anonymous tip earlier that day proved to save this young man's life as paramedics arrived on the scene just in time" She continues, "Sadly, he has fallen into a coma due to health complications. So please, we ask you to send your love and strength to this young man's family."

Her face looks sterner now, "The main suspect at the moment is a young woman who owned the dorm the student was found in" No, it can't be- "(y/n) is seemingly on the run at the moment, please notify your local police station if you see her in your city" A picture of you pops up. No, no no.

With that Raph clicks the TV off, grinning. "Oh wow, you really did all that (y/n)?"

You don't say anything, face frozen as you stare at the dark TV.

Raph catches onto your shock and coos in your ear, rough hands caressing your waist "Oh darling you're free to stay here, I mean it's not like you have anywhere else to go"

You turn your head toward him to the best of your abilities and blurted out, "What did you do"

His eyebrows raise as his grin widens, "I didn't do anything, not my fault you decided to move to such a low-security dorm. I mean, no cameras or security guards? Besides, who would believe you?"

You spit out your words with venom, "My parents will, my friends will, Ray will. You won't escape this"

"Oh really, the same parents who are countries away? The same friends who fucked your boyfriend? Don't get me started on Ray, but it's not like that vegetable can say anything"

Your hope starts to diminish, he was somewhat right. Your so-called 'friends' would never vouch for you. It would be a miracle if your parents would come in time to help your case; even if they did, the odds were stacked against you.

And Ray, poor Ray. He didn't deserve this, he deserved the life he always dreamed about. The little farmhouse in the countryside, a beautiful wife, and a few kids. Even if it wasn't with you, he deserved it and so much more.

You couldn't ignore the feeling of Raphs body beneath yours, his hands gripping you. Was this the way it would end? Hopelessly alone, doomed to be unhappy? The one you loved was battling death, barely alive and here you were: unable to to anything but cry.

Were you crying? You snap out of your daze to a strange wetness on your cheeks, salty moistness. Did you deserve to cry? What could you have done differently to stop this? Would things be different if you had never initiated something with Ray, if you had stayed with Raph, if you had never come to this university?

But the hot breath hitting your neck told you everything you needed to know, this was your now, your forever. Trapped in the arms of your merciless captor, one who wouldn't spare even his own family.

Forever bound to misery, the only witness of your downward spiral would be the cold walls of this house. Funny, how it only took a few hours to strip you of everything you were. All that was left now was a husk, a memory of what was before.

Perhaps, he really had won.

a/n: so ik you guys wanted to keep ray alive and technically i did, but i may or may not have twisted it a bit haha. i consider this ending the true ending but i'll take suggestions to write shorter stories on the alternate paths the reader could have gone down to change their fate!

[cordeliawhohung]

i’m the mood for hurt/comfort but feel free to ignore,

what about mafia!price with his darling wife who is experiencing postpartum depression

PPD is such a terrible thing to have to go through. i've had a few patients share their experiences with me, so a lot of what i've incorporated into this short drabble is based off of that as well as some other research i've done. it's an issue that's largely ignored in our society but thankfully is being brought into light more. if you're experiencing this, please reach for help if you're able. there might be more resources for you than you realize (: i'll provide a link to the PSI website, should anyone find themselves in need of their support!

warnings: anxiety, intrusive thoughts (fear of infant death/harm), depression, hurt/comfort, f!reader, everything's gonna be okay (:

mafia!141 masterlist

She won't stop crying.

It's been four hours and your ears are ringing from your daughter's high pitched screaming, and nothing you do seems to console her. No amount of bouncing or shushing or attempts to feed her will cease her wails, and you're convinced that someone is trying to punish you. So you pace around the living room with her in your arms as you try and drown out her sobs with the late night weather. The clock on the bottom right of the screen reads 1:17 AM.

John is still at work.

You start crying when the clock reads 1:42. There's a terrible ache and burn in your arms from holding her for so long, but the thought of putting her down makes you want to scream. You think of attempting to tuck her away in her crib, to shut the door to try and take a moment to breathe and your mind is filled with what ifs. What if she chokes? What if she stops breathing and you're not around to help her? What if you leave her there, all alone, and you come back to nothing but a stiff corpse?

No, you can't put her down, so you continue to pace the living room while you attempt to ignore the wet tears that smother your face and neck. Why is she still crying? Is it something you did? Something you didn't do? Maybe you're just incompetent as a mother, so much so that your own child is rejecting you. This squealing, writhing mass of flesh is proof that you never should have bore her at all.

Keys jingle outside of the front door at 1:56 and neither you nor the baby have calmed down the slightest bit. The door swings open and shuts quickly after, and it doesn't take John long to find his wife and child sobbing together in the living room. He looks like hell with messy hair and wrinkled clothes, but it's nothing at all compared to your tear stained face and puffy eyes.

"Oh, darling," he breathes.

He crosses the room in an instant, but before he has time to question you, you hold the baby for him to take. There's an obvious tremble in your grip, and your biceps strain and cry out from the movement. Terrified you'll drop her, you all but shove her into his chest before he has the chance to scoop her up properly.

"Take her," you say through a sob. "I can't. I can't fucking do this."

Words leave his mouth but don't quite hit your ears. They're ringing much too loud for you to pay attention to anything other than the dread eating through your stomach.

Your tears don't stop when you leave the living room, or the house for that matter. Cool air teases the still wet streaks on your face, and with your hands free you can finally wipe them clean, though it doesn't make you feel any better. The backyard looks strange at night without any lights to illuminate it, and maybe you would feel creeped out or even scared if you could find it within you to even care about yourself in that moment.

When your legs can no longer carry you, you find yourself in the grass. Perfectly manicured and kept, it makes the perfect surface for you to sit on while you sob into your hands, powerless to do anything else. Something is wrong with you. There has to be. You couldn't comfort your daughter, couldn't get her to feed, couldn't do anything but hold her and pray it would all stop.

You aren't sure what time it is when you hear footsteps approaching behind you, but you don't have to turn around to know it's John. Tears have stopped pouring down your cheeks but your sobs still shake your body. John settles on the grass next to you, and you don't bother fighting against him as he pulls you into his lap.

You want to find comfort in his arms, in the way his hands rub long stripes along your back, but deep down you know you're not worth it. A pathetic excuse for a mother, you couldn't even calm his child before he got home from a long night at work.

"What's goin' on, love?" he prompts after a while.

It takes you a moment to find your words, and an even longer time before you can stop crying long enough to get any of them out. Still, John is patient with you, and he continues to rock and hold you, comforting you in the way you couldn't comfort your child.

"I wish I was a good mother," you cried, shamefully burying your face into his neck. "I can't get her to stop crying, she won't feed- nothing I do works. I'm sorry, I just can't, I don't know what to do."

John's grip on you grows tighter as you speak, and you focus on the way his thudding heart quickens at your words. One of his hands moves to the back of your head where he holds you even closer as he rests his chin on the top of your head.

"It's not your fault," he assures softly.

"It is!" you retort. "I can't bond with her, it's like she hates me. And I'm trying so hard but I can't get through to her..."

"Darling, she's just colicky, it's not your fault," he insists.

But you can't stop crying. There's a pit of hopelessness eating you from the inside out, and the pain turns your sobs into pathetic squeaks that shatters John's heart. He gently pries you away from his chest, cotton soaked and darkened from your tears, and cradles your cheeks in his hands.

"Look at me, hey," he whispers, guiding you to look at him. "You are raising a healthy, beautiful baby girl. Our baby. Sure, she's going through a fussy streak, but that's got nothin' to do with you. It's just colic, love. She'll get through it. We'll get through it."

It's difficult to agree with him, to believe him, and your confirmation feels empty in your throat when you speak. But he's looking at you with such love, like you hung the stars or...

Or like you gave him a child.

That night, John tucks you into bed and if the baby cries, you don't hear her. He spends the night tucked away in the living room on the couch, flipping through channels on the screen while shushing his fussy daughter. Her sobs had turned into heart wrenching whimpers by that point, which isn't great but is better than nothing.

When morning comes and the dull dawn light illuminates the room, John shoves his hand into his pocket and fishes out his phone. It's nearly dead since he had been on it half the night at work and didn't have the chance to charge it when he got home, but it has enough juice for him to make a quick call.

The dial tone is loud in his ear, and his daughter lets out a small whine before quickly settling down again. Simon's voice on the other end is groggy and harsh like he has gravel stuck in his vocal chords.

"Takin' the piss outta me calling me this early in the mornin' Price," he grumbles.

"You can get your beauty rest later. I need a favor," John says, ensuring that his voice stays low so as to not stir the baby. "I need some time off."

"Time off?" Simon repeats. "From the family?"

"My girls need me."

Silence fills the line. There's the slight sound of rustling, like someone's moving sheets or a duvet.

"Take care of 'em. I'll keep your boys in line," Simon replies.

There's nothing more to say after that besides a quick thanks, and as soon as the line cuts, the baby decides she isn't quite done crying yet. John shushes her as he rocks her and sits forward in his seat, pushing himself to his feet shortly after.

"Time for breakfast, is it?" he asks. Despite the sheer exhaustion that rattles his bones, he still smiles down at his daughter even though her face is too twisted with her cries to see it. "Alright sweetie, it's okay. Papa's gonna fix you something to eat."

[ariaste]

here's the other thing about Louis in Dubai versus Louis in the 70s or before. In the 70s and before, he acts like he always has--very human, with his accent and his emotionality and his humor and his natural charm and his WARMTH. Louis! Amazing Louis! Who wouldn't be in love with him? He is irresistible.

But then in Dubai in the modern day, he's STIFF. He's COMPOSED. His accent is muted way down to neutral. Even the expressions in his EYES are different. He holds emotion at a distance with an air of delicate, contemptuous disgust -- the way we sort of expect an old vampire to act with the benefit of all those years removed from what happened, no? All of the vibrancy and life has been drained out of him*. Now he's cold, removed, and comparatively calm. He is at rest, if you will. In Dubai, Louis isn't himself. Not his eyes, not his voice, not his posture or his gestures. He acts like..... wait for it..... ARMAND.

there's something there. :))))) I wonder if Armand allowed this interview to happen because he woke up one morning and realized he had erased everything that made Louis *LOUIS* and had recreated just HIMSELF and he's trying to use Daniel to get some of Louis back (but only just enough for Armand's taste, not all of him, no no). Love these messy toxic bitches

----- * (and speaking of that, consider the goddamn set design in Dubai versus any time before -- Dubai is overwhelmingly sterile and grey and minimalist and clean, like a ultra-modern hotel room where nobody lives, and everything in the past is COLOR and vibrancy and mess as if people actually do live there, think of Loustat's house in New Orleans, it looked like a HOME)...

[simplyraeblue]

hunter and hunted (jjk)

ღ first attempt at short stories on tumblr. bear with me. ღ

college (summer) break au: a fic in this y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, eventual smut warning as I'm planning for this to come in parts

index part one | part two

part one word count: 1,266

“thanks for letting me stay over here this summer, Yuj. I really didn’t want to go home over the break but I couldn’t stay in the dorm either so you’re a lifesaver.” you tell your best friend while following him up the stairs to his front door. both of your arms are full of groceries, same as Yuji’s. the first store run of the summer. 

Yuji looks back at you, giving his usual wide grin. “of course y/n, you know you’re always welcome. you’ll just have to excuse my brothers, I’m sure they’ll be keeping to themselves but if they cause you any trouble I give you permission to punch them.”

you laugh, but you know his concerns are mostly valid. 

Yuji has two older brothers; Sukuna and Choso. the latter is always keeping to himself, blaring loud metal music in his room (which is always almost pitch black), and exclusively communicates in grunts ninety percent of the time. the former… well… Sukuna is the biggest asshole you’ll ever meet. however, that doesn’t stop you from feeling your heart stop when he’s in the room. how can someone who's an absolute dick walk around looking like that? 

you’ve had a crush on Sukuna since high school, when he was a senior and you were an underclassman. of course he never paid you any mind. and when he did, it was to pester you and try to get a rise out of you. [little did you know he enjoyed that]

Yuji held open the front door for you, allowing you to walk into the house and hurry yourself to the kitchen. you’d been successful carrying a load of groceries so far; until you see Sukuna standing shirtless in the kitchen drinking a glass of water. 

all of the groceries drop out of your hands almost immediately. “for fuck’s sake, y/n are you really that weak?” Sukuna yells, walking over to try to clean up the mess you made.

“it’s not my fault you scared me you asshat, I came around the corner and you were just standing there quiet as a mouse.” you snap at him, trying to stop the blush from creeping onto your cheeks. 

“woah, y/n that’s my fault I shouldn’t have asked you to carry so much!” Yuji joins the two of you in the kitchen, setting his groceries down and proceeding to help. He angles his head towards the stairs before shouting, “Choso, get down here it’s time your turn to make dinner!”

you hadn’t even notice the music coming from upstairs. how Choso’s ears don’t bleed you’ll never know. even from a separate floor your ears are almost in pain; but you guess that could be from the embarrassment you were already feeling. soon after Yuji hollered, you hear heavy footsteps coming down, before you see him. Dark, messy twin buns and his signature face tattoo… you could almost admit that the tattoo was attractive, but it didn’t compare to the ones all over Sukuna’s body. it’s a surprise that Yuji hasn’t gotten one yet. 

“hey, y/n.” Choso says to you in a low tone, so low you barely catch it. all you can do is nod while still trying to catch up with the chaos of the groceries. “Yuji says you’ll be crashing with us for the summer, is that right?”

“yep. didn’t want to go home but couldn’t very well sleep on the streets, y’know?”

“I think you’d feel right at home on the streets.” Sukua chuckles, and you proceed to slap the back of his head. “hey! physical violence!”

“oh yeah, I told y/n that she has full permission to hit the both of you if you cause any trouble.” Yuji warns them, causing Choso to raise his eyebrows in direction like he’s doubting I could ever cause any harm. “and just saying, she does a have right hook when she tries.”

-

after dinner was done, you volunteered to clean the dishes since Choso cooked and Yuji bought the groceries. it also didn’t seem like Sukuna was going to speak up and you were the guest after all. you even tried to ignore Sukuna’s “because she’s a girl” comment he made under his breath when Yuji tried to get him to take over for you. 

Choso and Yuji stay downstairs with you while you clean up, both of them talking about their plans for the summer and everything they want to do. you don’t hesitate to chime in on occasion, but the only responses you get are from Yuji. eventually, it’s you and Yuji left downstairs, with both brothers shutting off in their rooms. 

“I’m gonna take the couch tonight, okay y/n? tomorrow I’ll work on getting the spare bedroom ready but for now just take over my room. there’s a bathroom right next to it, but just be warned, you do share a wall with the bathroom and the other wall with Choso.” Yuji explains as you yawn. 

“so what you’re saying is I should pick up some earplugs.” you remark to him, making the both of you laugh. you bid him goodnight, before heading up the stairs to find Yuji’s room. it wasn’t your first time sleeping here, but every other time you were almost certainly black out drunk and never remembered getting up the stairs in the first place. 

after getting settled in Yuji’s bedroom, you grab the extra towel he gave you and your pajamas before going to get a shower. you take a quick scan of the second floor, and curse under your breath. of course there’s only one bathroom upstairs. before you can knock on the bathroom door to be sure, the door to the right of Yuji’s opens suddenly, startling you until you see Choso in his pajamas staring at you. 

“I think Sukuna is in there, but do you need to get in there next?” Choso asks you, rubbing his head. you nod silently, earning a sigh from him. “well, I just need to brush my teeth so would you be okay if I went first? I’ll be in and out.” 

“of course, this is your house after all.” you answer, just as the bathroom door handle starts to turn. steam rolls out once the door is opened, and you’re face to face with Sukuna in only a towel with water still dripping off of his hair. 

“move.” the eldest sibling grumbles, nudging past you to get to his room. you can’t help but let your eyes follow him before he gets to his door. 

for a split second, he turns his head to meet your eyes. if you had blinked you would have missed it. then as soon as it happened he was slamming his door. 

heat crept over your ears and cheeks, but you tried to shake it off. Choso brushed past you to get into the bathroom to brush his teeth, and you took a deep breath. you stood waiting, but Choco didn’t shut the bathroom door so you just looked around and at the ceiling instead of being weird and watching him practice oral hygiene. 

“all yours y/n.”

“thanks.” your gaze ends up following Choso back to his bedroom door, mostly just making sure you would have some privacy once you shut the bathroom. and yet… there he was. stopping just short of closing his door before looking up at you, his dark eyes blending it with the darker line tattooed across his face. 

you shut the bathroom door behind you, taking a deep breath once again. what the hell was that feeling in your chest?

-

[justlemmeadoreyou]

Hiii bestie!!! What about angstyy blurb but with happy ending like H being really rude nd yelling at her cause she broke his flower vase or something like that nd she is quietly crying nd then he see her nd stops yelling nd then consoling her!!!!

Sorry for so long request:( but love ur all stories 💖

and i love you! thank you for reading my writing .💞💞hope you like this one

words: 800+

warnings: yelling, crying, angst. fluff at the end.

***

"What the bloody hell were you thinking?" Harry's voice boomed through the small flat.

Y/N flinched at his harsh tone, shrinking back a little. She had accidentally knocked over the vase of flowers he had gotten her for their anniversary last week while cleaning.

"I-I'm so sorry, Harry. It was an accident, I swear," she said, her voice wavering.

Harry ran a frustrated hand through his already messy hair. "Those were from our anniversary! Do you have any idea how much those cost? How could you be so careless?"

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes at his angry words. She knew he had spent a lot on those flowers, but it truly had been a complete accident. The vase had been precariously placed on the edge of the table.

"I didn't mean to, I p-promise," she said, a tear escaping down her cheek. "I'll clean it up right away."

She moved to grab some towels and the dustpan but Harry stopped her with a firm hand on her arm. "No, just…just leave it. I'll take care of it."

Y/N nodded meekly, trying her best to hold back the rest of her tears. Harry's grip on her arm was almost painfully tight. She pulled her arm back gently and stepped away, heading for the small bathroom. Once inside with the door locked, she let the damn burst.

Harsh sobs wracked her body as she leaned against the bathroom counter. She hated when Harry got angry like that, especially over something so trivial. The flowers had been beautiful, but they were just flowers. She hadn't meant to knock them over. His harsh words and icy glare cut deeper than he probably realized.

Out in the living room, Harry was trying to regain his composure as he cleaned up the mess of water, dirt, and broken ceramic. He hadn't meant to fly off the handle like that, but seeing those flowers - a gift he had put so much thought and effort into - carelessly destroyed had set him off.

As the anger began to dissipate, shame started creeping in. The look of fear and hurt on Y/N's face made his chest ache. He shouldn't have yelled at her like that, especially not over some stupid flowers. She was so good to him, so loving and caring. She didn't deserve to be treated that way.

Lost in his thoughts, Harry didn't immediately notice the muffled sobs coming from the bathroom. His head whipped towards the sound and he felt his heart plummet into his stomach.

Y/N was crying. Because of him.

He tossed the towels aside and quickly made his way to the bathroom door, knocking lightly.

"Y/N? Love, open the door, please," he called gently.

There was a sniffle from the other side before her shaky voice responded. "Go away, Harry. I…I need a minute."

"No, sweetheart, please let me in," he pleaded. "I'm so sorry I yelled, I didn't mean to hurt you like that."

The lock clicked and the door cracked open slowly. Y/N peered out, her eyes red and puffy from crying. A fresh wave of guilt washed over Harry.

"Oh, love," he whispered, pulling her into his arms.

She went willingly, burying her face in his chest as the tears started anew. Harry rubbed soothing circles on her back, pressing kisses into her hair.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," he murmured. "I was way out of line. Those flowers didn't matter, not compared to you. Nothing is more important than you."

Y/N sniffled against his shirt. "B-But you seemed so upset about them. I didn't mean to ruin your gift like that."

"Shh, shh, it's okay," Harry assured her. "I overreacted completely. They were just flowers, an object that can be replaced. You're my whole world, Y/N. I love you more than anything."

He tilted her chin up so he could look into her beautiful eyes. They were still watery with tears, but there was a glimmer of hope in them now.

"You mean that?" she asked quietly. "You're not still mad?"

Harry shook his head adamantly. "Not at all, darling. I'm sorry I made you think that some dumb flowers were more important than you feeling loved and safe. That was incredibly stupid of me."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Y/N's lips and she leaned up to kiss him softly. "I love you, Harry. So much."

He returned her kiss with every ounce of love and adoration he felt for this woman. "I love you too, more than you'll ever know. Now, what do you say we cuddle up on the couch and watch a cheesy movie? My treat."

Y/N giggled, the final tears drying on her cheeks. "I'd like that a lot."

As they settled onto the couch, Harry pulled Y/N close, peppering her face with soft kisses.

"Thank you for being so patient and forgiving with me, my love," he said earnestly. "You deserve the world."

Y/N nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, leaving a lingering kiss there. "As long as I have you, that's all the world I need."

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[guess-my-next-obsession]

Because I adore the elementary series ; I’m curious if there will be more drabbles about their first baby & the cute moments like the birth, first shots, first everything; smiles, first mom insecurities, etc.

My apologies if you are not taking any requests of the sort! 🫢

The Firsts

pairing: elementary!joel miller x f!reader

rating: M (talks of labor from a person who’s never given birth so bare with me, talks of shots/needles, first-time mother highs and lows, joel being the husband of our dreams)

wc: no clue but probably around 2-3k?

a/n: sorry this took so long @jennfromthebayarea !! this semester’s been a bitch, but i’m trying to find the spark to write again so bare with me if this is a pile of shit 🫶🏼

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| The First Delivery |

Though you were well warned and made aware of the pain caused by childbirth, nothing compared to the reality of a contraction, or the searing pain of pushing a baby through your fucking vagina.

Even Joel seemed to have underestimated what birth would be like, his face pale and sweaty as he stood at your side, allowing you to squeeze his hand so hard he was sure it was broken.

“You’re doin’ so good, baby,” he cooed, wiping the sweat that gathered on your forehead away with a damp cloth. “Can already see her head.”

“Fuck this,” you cried, tossing your head back into the pillow you brought from home, your eyes clamped shut as you pushed again, hoping that this one would be the last.

“Doin’ so good,” he murmured against your hairline as he pressed a kiss there. “Just a few more pushes, baby.”

“I’m getting the epidural next time,” you panted, taking a second of rest to gather your strength.

“Next time?” he grinned, but you didn’t reply as you started to push again, hard enough to get her shoulders out. “Hardest part’s over, baby. Soon she’s gonna be cryin’ her eyes out in your arms.”

“Can’t wait,” you groaned, your head rolling back against the pillows. “This better be the last one.”

“Go on, then,” he urged with a smile. “Gimme our new babygirl.”

Though it felt like the next few minutes took hours to pass, your entire body screaming at you from overexertion, none of the pain seemed to matter or register the second that the room filled with your daughter’s gargled little cries. Joel let out a choked sound, something between pure joy and disbelief, as he left your side to cradle your messy newborn in his arms. Neither of you were capable of listening to the nurses or doctor’s congratulations as he carefully lowered your bundled up daughter to your chest, her screams music to your ears just because it meant that she was finally here.

She was real, made up of equal parts you and Joel. His dark hair and your kind eyes, his curved nose and your lips. The epitome of love come to life.

“Oh, babygirl,” Joel cooed, a tear rolling down his cheek. “You sure put up a fight on the way out.”

You laughed, something exhausted and yet so full of love and joy and relief.

“I can’t believe…” You shook your head, allowing your tears and emotions a moment to breathe before turning your glossy eyes to your husband. “We made her. Isn’t that insane?”

“I think we did a pretty good job,” he chuckled, lifting a thumb to wipe a rolling tear from your face. “Got all her fingers and toes. Looks like you, not like me. I’d say she’s perfect.”

You gave him a loving pout, rolling your eyes before turning back to your slightly calmer daughter in time for the nurses to take her away for a little clean up.

“How long ‘til she’s back?” Joel asked, his eyes fixed on his daughter as they laid her in her cart.

“Just a minute,” the nurse assured with a smile.

“I still have to push out the—“

“God, forgot about all that,” Joel winced, resuming his seat beside the head of the hospital bed, his hand finding yours. “You know how proud I am, baby? How much I love you?”

“How about you remind me,” you grinned, eyes batting with exhaustion. Joel leaned over, his lips ghosting against yours.

“So fuckin’ proud,” he murmured in between kisses. “And so fuckin’ in love with my wife. Mother of my girls. Fuckin’ everything to me, baby. Everything.”

| The First Shot |

“How long are we supposed t’wait?” Joel groaned, adjusting his posture in the uncomfortable plastic chair in the pediatrician’s waiting room. You grabbed his wrist, lifting the face of his watch up to read the time. “How long we been here?”

“An hour,” you sighed, letting your head fall back against the wall as you let your dry, tired eyes rest for a moment while Iris took a nap in her car seat on the floor in front of the two of you.

“Don’t fall asleep,” he cautioned, reaching his hand over to lay flat on the top of your denim-covered thigh, his touch warm and soothing even in all your irritability. “Y’know they’re gonna call us as soon—“

“Miller family?” the nurse called from the door leading to the patient rooms. With a rub of your eyes, you stood up along with Joel who, thankfully, already had Iris’ car seat handled. The nurse smiled at the three of you in a way that looked trained rather than genuine, but given your exhaustion and annoyance at having to be out in the world doing real people things with a newborn, you might just be extra critical. “Hi, come on back, guys.”

“S’about time,” Joel muttered under his breath, seemingly just as cranky and desperate to get home as you. “Any reason it took an hour for us to get called back?”

“Just a hectic day, I do apologize,” she offered, though once again…trained. Leading you down a hall, she pointed at a room with an open door on the right. “Right through here.”

Joel was even more tense than you as the two of you watched the nurse take your diaper clad newborn’s vitals before handing her back, Joel’s hands quick to take her into his arms.

“Fuckin’ cold in here,” he murmured as the nurse left the two of you with the assurance that the doctor would be right in. “Baby girl’s probably freezin’.”

“She’s behaving at least,” you said, reaching over to place her blanket over her as Joel kept her cradled in his arms. “No tears yet.”

“Until the needles come out,” he snarked.

“Just because you faint every time a needle comes near you—“

The sound of quick, sure knocks cut you off as the doctor walked in. “Miller family?”

“Yep,” you offered her a smile.

“Alright, and this must be Iris,” she said, walking over to Joel. “May I?”

Joel looked tempted to tell her to fuck off but conceded, handing Iris over.

“She’s a cutie, isn’t she?” she asked as she rested Iris on the examination table.

“All from her mama,” Joel added, forcing a smile onto your face.

“Well, her stats are looking great,” she said, pressing her stethoscope to Iris’s chest. “Only thing left to do is give her some shots, and I’m gonna need one of your help for that.”

“Joel,” you nudged him, not entirely confident in your ability to keep your daughter still in the middle of a potential tantrum.

“I’ll faint,” he said, no humor in his voice. “You gotta.”

“Fine,” you sighed, nerves coursing through you as the doctor walked Iris over to you. “How many shots?”

“Three today,” she said as she and the nurse set up the needles.

“Okay,” you nodded, taking deep calming breaths while Joel chose to close his eyes altogether as the doctor walked over with the first needle. “Alright, baby girl. Don’t hate me.”

“Just a quick pinch,” the doctor said as she injected the shot into Iris’s right thigh, the so-called “quick pinch” tearing a wail from your daughters chest.

“Oh, baby,” you frowned, holding her tight as she screamed her lungs out. “Just two more.”

The crying didn’t end until the three of you were seated in the car, the color drained from your faces as you all recovered in silence.

“Next time, I’m leavin’ the room for the shots,” Joel said, turning the key in the ignition.

“I feel so bad,” you frowned, leaning your head back against the headrest to listen to your daughters sniffles. “Poor baby.”

“Fuckin’ doctors,” Joel grumbled, shaking his head. “Makin’ babies cry.”

“Absolute sickos,” you agreed with a chuckle.

| The First Steps |

“Baby!” Joel’s yell was almost enough to get you to drop the sudsy plate in your hand as you washed the dishes. You quickly set the plate down and wiped your hands off on the dish towel hanging off the oven door before hustling out to the backyard where Joel, Sarah, and Iris were.

“What happened?” you asked in a panic, finding Joel half-crouched over with his back turned to you.

“Look,” he smiled over his shoulder before nudging his head to call you over. You hesitantly approached, rounding his frame until you saw what had him smiling so hard.

“She’s standing!” Sarah announced, squatting in front of her little sister while she held onto two of Joel’s fingers for balance.

“Stay,” you ordered the three of them before sprinting inside to grab your camera. When you returned to the patio, however, you almost forgot what you’d set out to do as Iris, guided by Joel’s clunky steps behind her, waddled and stumbled towards you. “Damn it, I don’t want to cry.”

Joel laughed, “Take the damn picture, baby.”

You sniffled away your tears and held the camera up, watching through the viewfinder as Joel leaned down to blow a raspberry against Iris’s cheek, making her laugh. You clicked the camera a couple times, determined to get a good photo unlike all of your previous attempts at documenting her growth—closed eyes, frozen frames of her right before she turned herself red with a tantrum, dribble flooding down her chin.

“Jesus, I’m getting this framed,” you cooed, frowning adoringly at the picture. “She looks so much like you when she smiles, Joel.”

“Poor girl,” Sarah teased, walking up to you to look at the picture. “She is a cutie, though. Especially when she’s not covered in barf or drool or snot or—“

“Like you were any different?” Joel teased her right back as he scooped Iris into his arms to settle her on his hip. “Had to get rid of half my shirts back in the day ‘cause someone wouldn’t stop pukin’ on me.”

“I probably did you a favor given your fashion sense,” she returned with a flip of her curls.

“Okay, you two,” you chuckled, handing Sarah the camera before reaching for your daughter. “You interrupted my chores so now they belong to you. I’m gonna go cuddle with my precious little—“ A whiff of something familiar hit you the second you hugged Iris closer. “Oof. More like my stinky little girl.”

“You’re takin’ diaper duty over dishes?” Joel asked, arching his brow.

“You’re right,” you said, handing your daughter back to him. “You’ve been doing it longer than me, I’m sure you’re better at—“

“Load of shit,” he laughed, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “Sarah’s got the dishes. You go sit down and think of some new ways to manipulate me into changing her diapers. Material’s gettin’ stale.”

| The First Day |

“Joel,” you sniffled as you started on Iris’s hair for her first day of preschool. “I can’t drop her off. I’m gonna have a breakdown and then she’s gonna have a breakdown and then I’m just going to cave and bring her home. You have to go do it.”

“Baby,” he laughed, his voice still coarse from sleep as he leaned in the doorway of Iris’s bedroom with a cup of coffee in hand. “S’gonna be fine.”

“No, it’s not,” you returned, more snippy than you’d intended. “I’m already a blubbering mess.”

“Mama,” Iris frowned, turning in your lap to stare at the tears sliding down your cheeks. “S’okay. Don’ cry.”

“Mama’s alright, baby,” Joel intervened, setting his coffee on the dresser before coming over to sit on her twin mattress beside the two of you, his arm wrapping around your waist. “You’re excited to go to school, ain’t ya?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, flashing a toothy smile. “Sissy said it’s not scary, so I’m not scared.”

“Good, there’s no reason to be,” he smiled at her before turning to you. “See? She’s good, baby.”

“But I’m not,” you managed through a whisper. Joel frowned and reached over to wipe your cheek free of your tears. “Can you please just come with me? I know you’ve got work but—“

“I’ll call Tommy n’ let him know,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “How ‘bout you go take a second to yourself and I’ll finish up here? Sound good?”

You gave him the sort of smile that screamed appreciation and undying devotion, one that was reserved just for him. “I love you.”

Joel placed a kiss on your shoulder and scooped your five year old out of your lap and onto his. “We love you more, mama. Don’t we?”

“Mmhm,” Iris grinned. “More than the whole wide world.

“Don’t get me started again,” you chuckled, wiping a few fresh, happier tears from your waterline. “Alright. Pig tails, she said.”

“What’s that? A lopsided ponytail? Comin’ right up.”

[archive-of-alexandria]

Mind Your Manners (Sanji X Reader)

A/N: ITS KINKTOBER! I have it in my head that head-over-heels, perverted Sanji would absolutely give the Reader snacks or food that are just a little bit too messy as an excuse to watch them clean up after themself and I just had to write it out. Kinda feels yandere? Smutty Food Play, because I haven't seen enough kinky Sanji action on here. xx

Sanji knows better than to play with his food. However, the way you're sitting at the dining table - pretty legs tucked up underneath you and breasts pressed together as you lean on your elbows - makes him think that he may have to make an exception.

Sanji's rule about manners doesn't extend to you, however.

No.

Sanji goes out of his way to ensure that you'll make a mess in his kitchen.

Back during the summer months, the Going Merry had made a pitstop at an island known for their enormous strawberries. Sanji had been eager to try his hand at pastries for a change - tarts, pies, the works - and the gargantuan summertime fruits seemed the perfect challenge.

A challenge the cook didn't anticipate, however, was finding you elbow-deep in the barrel of harvested berries that same evening, caught literally red-handed from the saccharine juices that dripped from your fingertips to the floor with a heavy tap tap tap.

The sight was enough to make his heart nearly stop.

Your eyes had been wide and your flushed cheeks were even wider, stuffed with sweet fruit as juice covered your face and hands...and every bit of you was dripping. Sanji had been unsure of where to look and his eyes darted between your slick fingers, your shy expression, and your perfectly tinted, glossy lips. He had never seen a more heavenly sight.

In his mind, nothing could ever compare...until your tongue ran along the back of your hand in a feeble attempt to clean yourself.

In the darkness of his room, Sanji thought about that tease of a tongue for weeks afterward.

Ever since then, he has taken extra care to make sure that you're given the messiest meals he can make. They're not gross, of course - Sanji is a chef first and a lover second. No, they're not gross. They are delectable. Every hum of enjoyment, every slurp, every squish...Sanji would lie awake in bed and dream of the different foods he wished to cover you in, if only just to watch you lick it up.

You had offered to help him make cinnamon buns one morning - though not without taking a generous helping of frosting on your finger and sucking it clean. "Labor tax", you joked with a wink. The image of your tongue licking the sinful-looking sweetness from your finger, mingled with your contented sigh, was seared into Sanji's brain from that moment forward.

Sanji became obsessed with watching you eat.

Food has always been an extension of Sanji's love for his crew and an expression of devotion. The act of cooking is artistic, and the act of eating is intimate. Hell, the kitchen itself is a lesson in foreplay: the preparation, the getting hands dirty, the building heat, the waiting game...all leading to a very satisfying end.

If only Sanji's cooking prowess had an excuse to leave the kitchen and move into the bedroom.

Sanji has yet to make his cake and eat it too in the ways of romance, though it would seem that you have recently taken a keen interest in his particular set of skills. The cook has noticed an increasing frequency of your kitchen visits, observing the way your eyes seem to latch to his hands and arms as he works. You've grown bolder, assisting him in his preparations and letting your elbows brush up against one another.

Sanji relishes the days you ask for his help and he nestles you between his body and the table, guiding your hands in his much larger ones.

The cook has grown bolder too, sometimes pressing too tightly against your back to allow his front to press up against your firm bottom as he huskily mumbles praises in your ear. He swears, sometimes, he can feel you lean into him.

The kitchen is the way to Sanji's heart, and he hopes that it may be the way into your bed.

And here you were, seated at his table awaiting the meal he had promised to cook for you once the Going Merry restocked at port.

As Sanji wipes down his cooking station, he lets his eyes drink you in without shame. Your breasts are practically falling from your tattered blouse, soft pillows highlighted by the dim candlelight of the galley. You're playing with your fingers, unaware of Sanji's gaze. He smirks.

"Sanji," You sigh, flushing pink as you look up to meet his gaze already set upon you,

"Is it almost ready?"

He chuckles, crossing his arms.

"My sweet girl is hungry, hm?" He muses, tossing his dishrag over his shoulder,

"Just a few more minutes, love."

"Wha-? But-!"

"You can't rush perfection now, can you?"

"Sanji," You whine, wiggling in your seat. His eyes once again meet your chest.

"If I had known it was going to take this long I would have taken up Zoro's offer to go to the pub."

Sanji stiffens.

The chef stands to his full height, a cigarette appearing between his tight-pressed lips as he turns from you to check on the pot simmering on the stove.

You, however, hold your ground.

It's silent.

"I didn't know you and mosshead had plans."

Sanji's voice is low. Much too low, and empty. It unsettles you.

"San-"

"-It's ready."

In a manner much too abrupt for the usually smitten Sanji, a steaming bowl is placed before you with an alarming thud. The spoon rattles in reaction to his aggressive delivery.

The enticing smell of the ramen can't mask the uneasy way Sanji stands perfectly still in front of you, face shrouded in shadow except for the blazing butt of his cigarette.

You're unsure of where to look, splitting your attention between the meal before you and the man hovering above the table. Sanji makes the decision for you.

"You were so hungry just a moment ago," he quips,

"So eat up."

You swallow, heat pooling in your cheeks and between your legs. This was nothing but the "Zoro effect" on Sanji, as you and Nami call it. Gingerly, you take hold of the spoon. Peering into the bowl, the meal looks heavenly - though you're soon aware of the way your hair keeps falling into your eyes, threatening to become part of the soup.

Your hair had grown long during the months at sea, and you had unwillingly lent Usopp your last bauble for slingshot practice. Your frustration doesn't go unnoticed.

“Here, my darling,” Sanji hummed, circling the table until he was behind you, “Let me help.”

At this moment, Sanji feels dangerous.

Your body erupts with heat as the cook looms behind you, your eyes glued to the steaming bowl of soup displayed before you. The galley feels all too warm, and the meal before you begins to feel more like a test - a challenge - rather than a token of whatever unspoken feelings float between you and Sanji.

Without another word, Sanji’s cold fingers glide along your feverish neck, scooping up your hair in their wake. He gives his wrist a well-practiced twist, eliciting a gasp from your lips at the feeling of your hair pulled taught in his grasp. Sanji feels his ego swell, giving your hair a sharp tug. Your head is thrown back as he lowers himself to your ear.

"Go on," His scruff grazes you, and your skin is suddenly on fire.

"Eat."

Heat floods through Sanji as he watches the way your neck moves as you swallow, nodding at his command. He eases up on his grip and observes the timid way you scoop the broth into your mouth.

He catches the way your eyelids flutter closed at the taste of his meal. You liked it. You always liked his food.

Tonight, simply liking wasn't enough.

"Eating so silently? Don't you know it's rude to the chef?"

Sanji's eyes darken as your fingers twitch on the tabletop. So, he muses to himself, you think you would get away that easily?

"Don't you like it?"

"S-Sanji-"

"Don't use your words, pet. Just enjoy."

From above, he watches as the plush peaks of your breasts begin to heave quicker. You allow yourself to fully dive into the meal, this time taking noodles and broth quickly between your lips. For a moment, you seem to forget that Sanji is there. You hum, in something akin to ecstasy - Sanji had made this meal just for you, just the way you liked it.

The obscenely wet squelches of your lips slurping up his creation elicit a deep groan from the chef, fingers tightening their grip on your hair. He can't help but chuckle at the idea of Zoro sitting alone in some corner booth and nursing a drink, all while you're here sucking up and savoring Sanji's affection.

You lift your head, lips puffy from the spice and heat of the meal. Sanji presses himself into your back, as his free thumb comes around and wipes your bottom lip. Your gazes meet, and Sanji brings his thumb to his mouth - tasting remnants of your meal.

A low chuckle escapes his lips.

"What, my love? Finished already?"

You understand his insinuation, whipping your head back to your meal and bringing the ladle back to your mouth.

Eat it all up, love. Made just for you.

In a moment of weakness, Sanji gently pushes your head down.

You gag on the spoon.

Sanji moans.

His hips buck forward, desperate for friction, meeting the soft dip of your arched back. His throbbing cock digs into your back, your buttocks...Unable to compose himself, Sanji begins to rut himself against you – and you don’t protest.

Sanji knows how fowl this display looks, and yet he can’t help himself. He has wanted you - really wanted you - for so long...the idea that Zoro could possibly take you away from him was enough to drive him over the edge.

When Sanji hears your voice rumble from your chest - "nnnugh-! Sanji...!" - he swears by the heavens that he'll do anything to make you his.

His hand moves from your hair and wraps around your throat, slick with the broth that dribbles from your lips. He wishes to lick every part of your sticky, salty skin, gently squeezing your throat as you gasp out his name.

Your head lolls onto his shoulder, hand gripping the table as it shakes under the weight of Sanji's wild bucking.

Sanji is everywhere, mumbling streams of thought between hot kisses along your forehead:

"I fucking love you, you know that? Would Zoro treat you so well?"

"That pretty mouth, always teasing me - you think that's fair?"

"Just wanna fill you up with all of me, darling...Want those gorgeous lips around my cock..."

For all his talk, he fumbles and lurches forward. His hand unceremoniously lands in the bowl, soaking him up to the cuff in warm broth. You're both breathing heavily, the high beginning to wind down. However, you see your moment to gain leverage.

You grab hold of his wrist before he can think, turning your face ever so slightly to meet his.

With a twinkle in your eye, you guide his hand to your lips. Sanji's mind is a fluffy haze, unable to anticipate your next move.

"We don't waste food, right?" You purr.

You take Sanji's fingers into your velvety mouth and he practically sees stars. He has been dreaming of this exact pleasure for months, straining to keep from collapsing on top of you as your tongue swirls between his fingers.

As your cheeks hollow out around his digits, your hooded gaze keeps his in a near mocking way.

So, you had known his game all along.

Sanji's chest heaves against your back, his hot breath fanning across your face with a stutter. His inexperience shows in this moment, numb and capable of doing nothing but watching the expert way your mouth moves around his fingers.

A faint pop of your cheeks accompanies the release, a ghostly string of spit connecting his fingers to your lips. The faint moonlight catches hold of his soaked digits. Sanji inhales sharply.

His hand, frozen in your hold, is easily guided down...

down...

down...

"I've already had my meal," you murmur.

A shiver.

His eager fingers meet your soaking, pulsing warmth.

"It's time you eat yours."

[serqphites]

omg omg hi!! i love ur acc and adore ur writing <3 ik u get sm smut recs nd im sorry to be adding to the list but i was wondering if you could maybe write a fic of eating lee out? i just think she would be sooo whiny and pathetic its killing me!!!!

pls don't ever feel bad abt sending in reqs ! if i didn't want to ever write smut again then i assure you i would js say :) also that's so kind of you thank you so much ml <3

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it’s that time again, lee’s hand tugging at your belt as she whines into your mouth, her tongue dancing with your own. but something feels different today, almost as if you don’t really deserve it this time? like yes of course you’ve been to work too, but your job is nothing compared to what your girlfriend has to endure every single day.

her whines only become more desperate as she pulls away from the kiss, no words necessary because she's flashing you those gosh darn lost puppy eyes. leaning in once more, you press a soft kiss to her lips before pulling away and batting your hungry eyes at her (despite lee chasing after your mouth, whining again when you resist).

"not today baby, let me treat you mkay? just lay back beautiful" lee's hesitant at first, frowning before nodding and moving to lay beside you on her back.

all past confusion and cares are forgotten once her pants are off, her touch starved pussy practically crying for you. "so wet already? we haven't even done anything" pouting at her as you mock her, you position yourself between her legs, the heat radiating from her only intensifying your cravings.

"missed you today" she mutters sheepishly, head held up as she peeks down at whatever you're about to do to her.

cut to lee's hands tangled up in your hair, attempting to pull you impossibly close to her throbbing clit as she grinds her hips desperately against your face. lee could swear she's never felt anything like this in her life, you weren't joking when you told her she'd practically made you see god every time she's gone down on you.

"fuckshit- js'like that- mmm you're s'good" you can barely understand her, whimpers like a distant echo behind her slurred words as your tongue takes her to heaven and back.

you've never heard lee sound so... pathetic. i mean yeah she has always been whiny with you, but never before have you heard her be so vocal during sex, that's usually your job. "taste s'good" your words are obviously muffled against her, not wanting to pull away from your poor girl and ruin her building orgasm.

lee's whines and failed sentences turned whimpers eventually fade into cries of pure pleasure, that tight knot building in her abdomen. how can you tell? because her hand slides down to her stomach, pressing down slightly on just the right spot. classic trick, it's almost poetic to watch her do it to herself. even more arousing to know it's all because of you.

"i- i-" god she's trying so hard to get out the words she needs to, tears pricking at her eyes over how desperately she wants to tell you exactly what she needs. poor, pathetic thing.

nodding against her, you bring a hand up to rest atop her own that's currently pushing down onto her stomach, adding more pressure just to further her enjoyment. whines and moans build and build, echoing throughout the room and bouncing off of the walls before one last final cry of your name. lee comes undone for you, cum pooling into your mouth, her hips religiously rocking against your face as she rides out her high.

you can't just leave her like that though, right? that's just not fair, lee always makes sure to clean you up when she's done with you.

making sure you don't miss a drop of cum, your tongue travels around her messy cunt in search of more. lee's being driven insane above you, legs shaking like a leaf as she jolts and jitters with every swipe of your tongue against her plump clit.

deciding you've had enough fun with her, you press one last tender kiss to her pretty pussy before crawling up lay on her heaving chest, breath heavy and uneven. "good?" voice gentle, you trace patterns to her slightly revealed chest, only a few buttons being undone.

"good." poor baby sounds so exhausted, her eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of your hand on her chest. she deserves a good rest after such an agonising day of work, and especially after that.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine…Dean Making You A Pie

Pairing: Dean x reader

A/N: Happy belated Thanksgiving!

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“Y/N!” called Dean. You popped your head up from your book on the back porch on the fall day, Dean stepping out the back door with a big smile. “Come on sweetheart.”

“What’s wrong?” you asked. 

“Nothing. I have a surprise,” he said. He grabbed your hand and pulled you inside the house, your jaw dropping.

“Dean! What happened to the kitchen!” It looked like most of the counter top was covered in flour and some kind of batter, a white dust stuck to the cabinets, something red splattered on the floor. There were dirty dishes, utensils and baking supplies everywhere but Dean left you be and went to the wire rack by the oven.

“I made a pie,” he said. He pointed at the counter, a big smile on his face. “By myself. I mean I followed your recipe but I did it on my own for once. What do you think? Want to try some?”

“I would love to and I love that you decided to try baking on your own,” you said. You looked up and saw something on the ceiling, cocking your head.

“Are you freaking out about the mess?” 

“Um.” You looked around, eyes landing on the pie. The room was an absolute disaster but he looked so proud of himself. You’d made him pies more times than you could count and more recently he started helping out when you did. “Actually no. I um, it’s just a little messy but we can deal with it later. Cut me a piece of pie.”

“Definitely. I want to see how it compares,” he said. You made a clear spot at the island and Dean brought over the pie, carving out a slice for the two of you. He hummed and set it down on a plate you got out, quickly getting a fork.

“Oh is this cherry?” you asked, breaking off a piece.

“Yup,” he said, smiling as you took a bite. You chewed once before you paused, bitter and salt and thick chewiness hitting you. 

“Good right?” he asked. You chewed again, forcing your face to stay neutral. He took the fork from you and dug in, his face freezing the second he chewed. “Y/N.”

You hummed, covering your mouth with your hand.

“You don’t have to eat this.”

“Thank you,” you said, going over to the trash can and spitting it out. He quickly joined you, shaking out his body. “Dean sweetie. How much salt did you put in?”

“It said 1 cup? Or one teaspoon?”

“Yeah definitely not a cup. But your filling was decent.”

“I forgot the sugar in it, didn’t I.”

“Yeah just a little,” you said. “Presentation is great though. I love the lattice work. You did really good.”

“Thanks,” he said. “Sorry about the mess.”

“It’s fine. It’s actually quite impressive,” you said as Sam walked in from the garage. “Sam it was your turn to clean the kitchen this week wasn’t it?”

“I’m going to Eileen’s,” he said, turning around.

“Sammy-“

“Nope. Not my problem. Screw the chore chart. I’ll see you guys at Eileen’s for dinner,” he said.

“Wait! Try my pie. I made it myself,” said Dean. He smiled and Sam sighed, taking the fork from Dean and grabbing a piece. He plopped it in his mouth and frowned, looking around before spitting it into the garbage. 

“I hate you,” said Sam, Dean chuckling as he left.

“So should we clean up?”

“Yes but then we can try making pie dough again and another filling and this time I guarantee it’ll be amazing.”

“Can we do it tomorrow? I’m kinda exhausted,” he said.

“Sure. You can sit with me on the porch and cuddle then after we clean up.”

“That sounds like a perfect afternoon to me sweetheart.”

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[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

🧚‍♀️ Anon

Goldilocks and the Three Bears

Joseph, Jotaro and Johnathan are Werebears or it’s just Johnathan and he considers you his ‘Little Bear’ because of how small and defenseless you are (Or it was Joseph who coined the term)

Or maybe it’s just Johnathan vs Dio and they’re Werebears?

Or it can be Johnathan vs Dio, Joseph vs Kars and Jotaro vs DIO (All Separate)

Darling accidentally enters their territory and finds JoJo’s home (To escape from the storm), seeing that it’s messy she cleans the place up, however she feels extreme exhaustion after all that she endured and falls asleep on the huge couch

JoJo is very shocked seeing a Human in his home! However he wouldn’t toss her out as that would be very ungentlemanly of him to do that, especially since it’s going to storm very hard for a few days

I’m totally not thinking that Werebear!Johnathan would cuddle Darling like she’s his personal Teddy Bear after getting attached to her

OR

Platonic Johnathan and Erina as Werebears with Reader being a Human Child who got lost after running away from her dysfunctional family? (They’ve been wanting a child for a very long time) Maybe they call Darling ‘Little Bear’ because she’s a Cub compared to them (Maybe she’s around 6-10 years old?)

I know a little bit about bears, like how the males leave the mother bears after they mate, however because this is Johnathan I feel like he would want to be part of the child rearing process (He would be very overprotective)

Don’t mind me, I’m totally not using this as an excuse for the idea of the JoJo’s and Villains to have Bear Ears on their heads *Lies* 😅

My mind was sorta scrambled and pretty much everywhere when I thought about this

Ooh interesting.

I think Jonathan, Joseph and Jotaro would be good (have them as siblings in this au)

I was originally thinking sloth bears but they aren't so much hunters, so I'm going with American black bears instead.

Of course seeing darling sleeping in their house causes a back an forward between the siblings.

Jotaro being the stern yet cautious suggests they have darling leave to protect their meanwhile Jonathan and Joseph believe that darling should stay because of the stormy weather. Jonathan being the gentleman his while Joseph has alterier motives.

Of course Joseph is straight to flirting before the other two are quick to pull him away. Jonathan thanks darling for cleaning the kitchen and living room (he feels guilty as he had plans of cleaning) and offers to let darling stay till the weather clears up, even offering his bed. Not just because he's a gentleman but also to avoid her from finding out about their other forms.

Of course Jonathan and Joseph are immediately fawning over darling. If darling is intimidated by Jotaro they will assure her that It's nothing personal, Jotaro is just the abrasive type and he'll warm up with time.

Jonathan offers up warm meals, even dinner which is something they don't partake in their human forms. When darling is about to go to sleep he tells darling to not be concerned by any sounds as bears tend to roam around the surrounding property at night.

The rain doesn't let up for days, even when it does calm momentarily the ground is far too muddy to trek safely.

At this point Jotaro begins to start hovering around darling, which the other two find endearing. In honesty they don't seem to mind the fact that they're all developing feeling for the same person except that Jonathan and Jotaro not to happy with Joseph's forwardness, which Joseph away tells them that if they want something they have to grab it by the reigns and not expect to get her attention if they're just going to sit around and hope she reciprocates.

Unfortunately Jonathan does agree to certain extent with what Joesph is saying. If darling wasn't already flustered by one man trying to swoon her then she definitely is now with Jonathan's flattery.

However one early morning darling wakes up as they return home (luckily in their human forms. Unluckily that they're all probably naked as to not wanting their clothes to be ripped during their transformation) covered in mud and Jonathan as well was Joesph covered in deep cuts. Darling has questions but puts them to the side to quick help Jotaro with preparing hot water to clean them and dress their wounds.

"So what happened?" Darling would ask while bring them fresh clothing.

"Theives, luckily we were able to chase them away before they stole anything" Jotaro would lie but darling is still sceptical. With Jonathan and Joseph in bed recovering darling offers to help around the house.

Darling decides to stay up and watchs them from the stairway. She manages to see them transform and accidentally catches their attention. They can't talk in this form so darling is under the impression that they're attacking her and she trips and hurts herself. Leaving her at the mercy of the monsters in front of her.

They probably have her held down for awhile to calm her before she passes out. She knows their secret now and with monster hunters keen on killing their kind they can't let darling leave, not that they had plans to earlier.

[broshot]

Can I request gojo satoru and kaito with a depressed reader?

And they have an argument an the boys accidentally says something mean at their s/o

So the reader thinks that they are a burden for them so they write a goodbye letter ,u know what I mean, and the boys finds it when they want to apologise, u can decide if it can end bad or happy with fluff

a/n: hii! thank you for the request! I don't know like anything about kaito so I'm not going to write for them, I hope that's okay♡ I hope you like this! and my rule for hurt fics is to always finish hurt w comfort :D (I can't handle angst)

cw/tw: hurt/comfort (angst to fluff), sensitive topics kind of, crying, gn!reader, making up after an argument,

english isn't my first language so I apologise for bad writing

♡♡♡

arguments with gojo satoru were heated, the constant bickering went on for hours and hours and he could be a real asshole when he wanted to.

the current argument had already been going on for a few hours and you could see no end to it. it all started when gojo got home, he had a hard day and was looking forward to spend the evening with you.

but when he got home, he couldn't see you anywhere. he walked around the house a bit before finding you laying on your couch, sleeping. he was upset, he thought you'd make him dinner.

so when he woke you up, you could smell an argument incoming.

-

"it's not my fault you're so goddamn lazy, (name)! you never do anything for me, god, it seems like I'm the only one who actually cares." he spits out.

"I care! and I do a lot for you, you just don't-"

"it's all my fault? you know, if you didn't want to be with me you could've just said that. you don't even try! you're so hard to deal with."

"satoru you don't get it! I'm trying, I really am, I'm doing my best!"

"well you're not doing enough!" he yells before storming off. you can hear him taking his keys and jacket, then the door opening and closing.

you process it for a while before you feel tears threatening to get out of your eyes. and you let them.

this was not your loving boyfriend. the man who you just argued with was so different from your gojo satoru. your gojo satoru understood you, he helped you. your gojo satoru would never yell at you nor blame you for not being able to do the same things other people do.

were you really that hard to deal with? so hard to deal with that he forgot all about your struggles? you didn't like the fact that you struggled, even less when it was with daily situations. your boyfriend had been understanding of you so what changed now?

you walk to your room, taking a piece of paper and a pen and begin writing a letter. if he thought you were hard to deal with, you would make it easier for him and leave.

you set your letter on the kitchen and go back to your room. you take a bag out of the closet, messily putting some of your stuff in it.

gojo comes back home exactly 7 minutes after you left. he calls out your name, hoping you'd answer and maybe come greet him even though you two had argued.

but you don't answer him. he's frustrated but he wants to find you and talk it out.

he walks into your shared bedroom and he feels his chest tighten as he sees the messy state of the room, seeing most of your things gone. he shakes the uneasy feeling off. maybe you were just renovating the room.

but as he searches more of the house, he sees more of your stuff gone. he walks to your bathroom and he sees your towel gone. he rushes to the living room and notices your books being nowhere to be seen. panic is taking over him now. you could have not, you wouldn't leave him, he thinks.

he runs to the kitchen. it looks awfully clean and untouched compared to the other parts of the house. the bouquet of roses he got you a few days ago had a piece of paper next to it.

he quickly takes the paper in his hands, scanning through the writing. he recognizes your handwriting. the ink is mixed on some parts of the paper and he's not stupid, he knows you cried while writing it. he starts reading it.

"dear satoru, I'm sorry for our argument. I should've noticed how much of a burden I was for you. I'm sorry to have forced you to stay with me."

he panics more. he didn't mean what he said but he knows you're not like him. and god, you never forced him to stay with you. he stayed because he loves you.

the letter continues:

"I never wanted to make you feel like this and I'm sorry to have done it. I've decided to end your suffering of dealing with me. thank you for everything, with love: (name)"

he doesn't believe himself. how could he have made you feel like this? he doesn't see you as a burden, hell, he thinks he is the burden. you've never actually made him feel that way.

he feels guilt sting his chest. he needs to find you and apologize to you. so he runs back to the door and puts his shoes on.

-

he's been looking for you for hours. anyone else would've stopped already, it's getting late and dark and it's raining a bit.

but he doesn't care about any of that, he needs to find you.

he gets close to a familiar park and decides to run through. it was the park where he confessed his feelings towards you. he doesn't know how, but suddenly he is in front of you. you are sitting on the park bench; the bench where he confessed to you on.

it's raining but he could see your tear stained face. and you aren't wearing the warmest clothes there is either; just a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

he takes his jacket off and wraps it around you before he kneels down and looks into your teary eyes. he doesn't know where to start.

"(name) I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean any of the things I said. I don't know why I said them but I shouldn't have because I don't actually think the way I said.

I know you try. you're doing so well, I'm really proud of you and I really didn't mean when I said that you're not doing enough. you are doing so much more than enough. you're not hard to deal with, you're the best that's ever happened to me." he rambles.

you look at him and sigh. "I don't know, satoru. you really hurt me. I thought you wanted me to leave-"

"absolutely not, (name), I love you. I don't want you to leave, never."

you're quiet and he extends his arms, asking you to hug him. he's looking at you with a sad smile, trying to show that he really is serious right now.

you're still mad at him but you need comfort too, so you rush into his arms. he wraps his arms tightly around you and rubs comforting circles on your back.

"there." he whispers into your hair. "I love you."

"I love you too, satoru, even though you're an idiot sometimes." you say with a soft smile.

he laughs. "you want some ice cream? my treat, of course. I'll buy you the whole store if you want, I'd do anything for you.

♡♡♡

I don't really like this but I hope you enjoy it anyway skjfhdsjfh

MASTERLIST

[oreoluvskento]

Nanami Is Your Professor PT. 4

Summary: You've been trying to get your teacher's attention for a while now, but what happens when you finally get what you want? (Inspired by a character AI prompt lol)

Content Warnings: 7.6k wc, 18+, Fem! Reader, Black Y/N, both characters are adults, 3 year age gap, smut, fingering, no curses AU, explicit language, cunnilingus, missionary, doggy style, blowjobs, overstimulation, nipple play if you squint, unprotected, vibrator (fem rec), Nanami has a big dick, y/n is thick, everybody's happy

Story begins under the cut

   "Why can't I come over to your place?" Nanami asks you over the phone and you choke back a laugh. "What's so funny?" He questions and you can hear the smile in his voice. Ever since the day you got Nanami's number, the two of you sit and talk on the phone whenever you can, mostly when you can't go to his apartment.  

    "It wasn't funny, it just caught me by surprise," You explain. "I live alone though so you can come over if you want to."

   "Of course I want to. How about tonight?" He asks you and your heart rate picks up. You're not sure why but Nanami coming over made you nervous. You've been to his place many times, so much so that that's your second home. You have clothes in his closet and your own toothbrush. He even bought makeup wipes so whenever you come over with makeup on you'll be able to remove it before you sleep. 

   Compared to his, your place was hilariously small, but that was expected as a student whose entire funding comes from her parents. You take a quick look around; everything is clean and in place so you don't have to worry about coming off as messy and unorganized. You just couldn't figure out why you were so anxious. "Yeah, you can come over tonight," You tell him and he smiles on the other line. You change the subject and the two of you continue talking. 

    Before you knew it, the evening had already come and Nanami was on his way over. He texted you before he left his place, giving you enough time to quickly clean up and check your room. You weren't sure what you wanted to wear so you settled on pajama shorts and a tank top, trying to stay physically comfortable while your heart was racing. A little bit later, you hear a knock at your door and you shoot up to answer it. When you open the door, he's standing there with a shit-eating grin. 

   "Why are you smiling so hard?" You ask him, unable to stop yourself from smiling as well. You move out of the way so he can enter, and he does, taking off his slides at the door. 

   "I don't know, I guess I'm just excited," He answers as he looks around your living room. Nanami was about seven inches taller than you so now the room that usually looks big to you looks small compared to his 6'4 frame. He turns around to look at you as you close the door with that same smile. "This place is so adorable," He coos and you roll your eyes. 

   "Whatever." You brush him off. "Did you want me to give you a tour? There isn't much to see but-"

   "Of course, I want a tour!" He exclaims and you laugh as you begin to walk in front of him. 

   "Well, as you can see, this is the living room," You begin leading him down the hall that leads to the bathroom and your bedroom. "This is my bathroom, this is the guest room, and this is my room," You tell him and he walks in, taking in the scene. Your room was small, with a small window on the opposite side of the door, your bed against the wall, facing your door, right by the window. Your closet on the other side of your room, across from your bed and your small nightstand where your vibrator sat. 

   You do a double take as your eyes widen at the sight in front of you and Nanami is making his way towards your nightstand with a curious look on his face. You try to pick it up before he does, but it's too late. His smile changes from excited to mischievous as he examines the microphone-shaped device. 

   "So this is what you use when you're not with me?" He asks and you attempt to snatch it back but he holds it above his head. 

   "I haven't even used it since our first night together, for your information. Now give it back, Nanami!" You whine as you jump to try and get it. He holds it higher and once you stop jumping, he pulls your body towards his. 

   "Let me use it on you," He says, his voice lower and you feel your pussy throb. He puts his raised arm down and places it on the back of your neck, after switching the vibrator to the hand on your waist. You lean into his lips at the same time he leans into yours, and the two of you kiss at the same time, taking each other's lips. You slide your fingers underneath Nanami's shirt and grab his bare waist, bringing him closer to you. He smiles on your lips as he deepens the kiss, his tongue grazing your bottom lip. 

   You gladly open your mouth and moan when his tongue touches yours. He takes a step back and sits on the bed, pulling you to stand in between his legs and he places his hands on your ass, his fingers going underneath the bottom hem of your shorts. You hum as he massages your ass, squeezing and releasing it, and Nanami smiles, loving how soft it is. He pulls you to sit on his lap, and you comply, straddling him, and you begin grinding against him, wanting to cool the heat in your core. 

   Nanami flips you over and sits in between your legs, his fingers softly grazing your clothed pussy. He turns on the vibrator, which was still fully charged from the last time you thought you were going to use it, and turns it to the lowest setting. He presses it against your core, and you immediately moan, the vibrations feeling good already. 

    "You know, I feel like today would be a great day to edge you," Nanami says, thinking out loud, and you whine at his words. He laughs as he begins to move the vibrator against you, your moans getting louder now. "Don't worry, I'll be nice since this is our first time," He chuckles as he turns up the intensity. Your hips are moving against it now, wanting to feel more of it everywhere. The vibrator itself was very powerful, you bought it just because of that fact alone.

    Whenever you would use it on yourself, you would always put it wherever you needed it the most, whatever brought your orgasm the quickest but now that Nanami is controlling it, he's purposefully denying you the pleasure you're searching for by keeping it still. He turns up the intensity again and your back arches off the bed. You start moaning his name, telling him that you want to cum, that it feels so good, and that he should keep it right there. Nanami massages your thigh as he watches you move your hips against the vibrator, a slight smile on his face knowing that it is time to deny your first orgasm. 

    As you expected, he pulls it away with a furrow of his eyebrows, and you groan in frustration. "Is this thing really that strong? That was quick," He says as he puts it back on the lowest. He looks back down at you and chuckles softly. "And we haven't even taken your pants off yet," He comments. He reaches for them and only takes off the shorts, expecting you to be wearing underwear underneath. 

   You were not. 

   "Do you usually walk around with no underwear?" He asks as he discards your shorts and you nod shyly. "I need to come over more often then," He says and bends down for a quick kiss. You comply, watching him pull away with a desperate look in your eyes. He presses the vibrator to your clit again and you reach forwards for his wrist, wanting him to hold it harder against you. 

     The lowest setting feels even better than last time due to the pleasure that had already built up from earlier. You rut your hips against it, causing Nanami to smile, as you furrow your eyebrows and moan. He waits a while before he turns it up again while it's still pressed against you, and your eyes roll to the back of your head, the vibrations directly against your favorite spot. Nanami notices that you enjoy that side of your clit more and he holds it against it as he turns up the intensity once more.

    "Oh my god, Ken, please let me cum," You beg as you feel your orgasm approaching again and he denies you once more. You cry out once again as he pulls it away and all he does is laugh as he watches you shake a little. Nanami reaches up and thumbs the hard nipple that was pressing against your tank top and you sigh in pleasure at the feeling. He continues to play with your nipple, making you even more aroused, and as you're lost in the pleasure, he presses the vibrator against you again, skipping the very first setting and going straight to the second. 

   Your back arches again as your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel it vibrate against your pussy. The combination of Nanami playing with your nipple and the vibrator against your edged pussy pushed you to the brink of orgasm quickly. Nanami turns up the intensity to the highest this time and smiles as he notices your breathing get faster. 

   "Ken please, please pl-please, fuck, please let me cum, I've been good, please I want to cum so bad," You whine and Nanami feels himself get harder. Nanami contemplated denying you once more, but once he felt his dick get hard, he knew that he would have to save it for another day. He was simply far too impatient, he wanted to be inside of you now. 

   "Cum for me," He says, his voice deeper, and you immediately begin convulsing. You had never experienced an orgasm like this before with your vibrator, only when you were against Nanami's tongue. You began shaking, your clit grinding against the vibrator, increasing your pleasure, and it seemed like your orgasm went on forever. When you finally do calm down, Nanami immediately puts it down and pushes into you, having already freed his dick from his pants. 

   Your mouth falls open at the feeling, and Nanami has to ground himself by squeezing your thighs due to how wet and tight you were because of your orgasm. He begins to fuck you, and your back arches, your moans increasing in volume every time he pushes into you. As Nanami's dick hits your G-spot, you feel yourself start to get overstimulated, and you reach up for him, to push him away but pull him closer at the same time. Nanami takes your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours as he continues to fuck you. 

   He gets tired of watching your boobs bounce from underneath your shirt so he pulls your tank top up, exposing them. He bends down and takes one of them in his mouth without breaking his strokes, and you curse as you feel him softly bite you. Nanami begins sucking, and you feel your orgasm coming, but different this time. It felt like you needed to pee but you couldn't fully process the feeling due to the immense pleasure you were feeling. 

    Nanami feels your pussy get tight against him, signaling your oncoming orgasm, and he begins to rub your clit to push you further. After a few seconds of this, you begin to cum, and Nanami feels a wetness spray against his thighs and abdomen. At the same time, Nanami was cumming too because of how tight you were squeezing him so he didn't realize that you squirted until afterward. He pulls out of you and strokes your thigh as you calm down from your high. 

   A couple of minutes later, you sit up and your eyes widen at the wet spot on your bed. "Did I do that?" You exclaim and Nanami smiles. 

   "Well, it wasn't me," He says and you roll your eyes. You get up to go to the bathroom and Nanami smacks your ass, as usual, on your way there. When you get back, your sheets are stripped and luckily, your mattress guard caught most of it so your mattress didn't get wet. "Where's your washing machine?" He asks you and you lead him to a closet at the end of the hall. He places the sheets in there while you find another pair of pants to wear now that the shorts you had on are soaked with your juices from earlier. You find a pair of biker shorts and you meet him in the living room where he's seated on your couch.

   You take a seat next to him and turn the TV on. He pulls your legs up to rest on his and begins massaging your calves. "We're definitely using that again." He tells you, staring at the wall, his face still in shock and you laugh. 

~~~

    "Ken, what are we?" You ask Nanami while the two of you are sitting on your balcony. Although the inside of your apartment was small, you absolutely loved your balcony. As someone who adores plants, you wanted to find a place that had a large enough balcony to keep all of your plants, and luckily, this place had it. You were excited to show your collection to Nanami and you wanted him to see your view of the evening sky. Now the two of you are sitting on a small porch swing you installed outside, watching the sunset. 

   When Nanami heard your question, he smiled to himself, having already thought about this many times. "I mean, in my head we're together. I wanted to wait until after you graduated to officially ask you out but if you want me to do it now, I have no objections," He tells you and you snuggle into him deeper, your arms wrapping around his chest. 

   "I want you to ask me out, Ken," You say against his shirt and he strokes your head softly. Nanami looks down at your sleepy face and finds his smile growing larger the longer he watches you. 

   "Y/n," He calls out and you hum, excited for what's coming next. "Will you be my girlfriend?" He asks and you immediately nod with a big smile, your eyes still closed. Nanami laughs as he watches you nod vigorously, happy that you're happy. "I'll properly ask you out when we go to Houston," He tells you and you shake your head and kiss his chest through his shirt. 

   "This is enough for me," You say and he presses his lips to your forehead.  

   "It's not enough for me," He argues as he pulls away from you. You sit up and watch him as he readjusts himself so he's facing you. He puts his hands on your face and places his forehead on yours. You sit there, confused, while his eyes are closed and he has a small smile on his face. "Let's leave the city tonight. I have somewhere we can go and spend the rest of the weekend," He spontaneously suggests and you furrow your eyebrows. 

   "What are you talking about?" You ask him and he quickly kisses your lips, his forehead still on yours. 

   "I have a beach house about four hours from here. Let's go on a little vacation," He finishes. You pull back to look at him with a confused face and he just stares at you. 

   "Ken, are you rich or something?" You ask him and he throws his head back and laughs. 

   "Or something," He answers and you watch him skeptically. You stand up and go back into the house to find your suitcase and Nanami follows behind you. You quickly pack some essentials and Nanami makes fun of you when he finds out that you don't own a swimsuit. You threaten to not go with him and he immediately apologizes and helps you finish packing. From your house, you go to his place, and he packs his things as well. About an hour later, you were on the road. 

    You had never seen Nanami drive before so this was exciting for you. He drove a black Mercedes Benz and as soon as you stepped into the car, you realized you were going to have a problem for the entire four hours you were destined to be in this car. After he closed the car door behind you, the overwhelming smell of him took over your nose and you almost moaned. You thought you were used to the way he smelled but it seems like the scent is even stronger in his car. 

   You felt yourself begin to get more aroused the longer you spent in his car. To make it worse, Nanami spent most of the drive with his hand on your thigh. You wore shorts so his hand rested on the inside of your thigh, his hand massaging your soft skin. Nanami wasn't trying to do anything, his intentions were completely pure. He just liked how plush your thighs felt. 

   You watched the way his hands were on the wheel and you knew you were too far gone. The veins in his arm traveling up to his hand would pop out slightly every time he would turn the wheel and it made you absolutely feral. You even had to internally scold yourself for thinking these thoughts about your newly established boyfriend who was trying to do something nice for you. Unfortunately, those thoughts wouldn't go away. 

    You tried to take a nap to make the time go by faster but every time you would close your eyes, all you could see was Nanami's right hand wrapped around your neck, and his left hand's fingers buried deep into your pussy. A big part of you was convinced that you weren't going to survive this car ride and you were only about an hour and a half in. 

    Nanami noticed how shifty you were becoming and it sparked his interest. Whenever he'd notice you staring at him from the corner of his eye, he would turn his head to meet your gaze but you'd immediately look away. He thought how shy you became all of a sudden was funny but he realized it was something more as time went on. You would randomly move in your seat, adjusting your position often. He asked if you were okay and if you wanted to stop somewhere but you declined, saying you were fine. Nanami didn't press on anymore but he could tell that there was something going on with you. 

   Thankfully, he would start a conversation with you every now and then and it was a wonderful distraction from what you were feeling. At one point, the topic shifted to family and friends and you were excited to find out more about Nanami. "Well," He began, his hand moving from your thigh to his hair, his hands running through it. "I have two siblings, I'm the oldest. My first sibling, my brother, is 23, and my baby sister just turned 20 in April. My mom and dad are 54 and they all live on the West Coast," He tells you and you nod as he continues. 

    "I don't have the best relationship with my father but my mother was probably my best friend growing up. I know that sounds bad but she was really fun. When I told her that I didn't want to stay in California she almost passed out," He laughs as he stares at the road. You watch his face and recognize a bittersweet expression and your heart goes out to him. 

   "How often do you talk to them?" You ask him and he smiles as if he was reminiscing. 

   "I actually spoke to my siblings this morning. They call every once in a while. I text my mom every day and I haven't really spoken to my dad in a long while. I'll say hi to him whenever I'm on the phone with my mom and he happens to be there but besides that, I don't talk to him personally," He tells you and you notice a sad look on his face. 

   "If you don't mind me asking, why is your relationship with him like that?" You ask, slightly scared, and he shoots you a small smile. 

   "Of course, I don't mind you asking," He says. "He was really hard on me when I was younger and it ended up causing a strain in our relationship as I got older. My siblings adore him, though, and I'm happy that they were able to experience a version of him I wish I had. I didn't like being around him when I was growing up because all I could see was a disciplinarian and not necessarily a father. He's emotionally reserved as well so that makes it even harder to fix our relationship," He finishes with a sigh and you frown in sadness. 

   "What about your friends?" You ask him and his demeanor immediately changes, his face now sporting a large smile,

   "I really only have two good friends that I keep constant communication with. My closest friend is Satoru Gojo, a model-"

  "You're friends with Gojo?" You exclaim, interrupting him and he laughs. To say you used to have a crush on Gojo was a large understatement. In your freshman year of college, you ran a fan page for him and it was taken down because you got into an argument with an anti-gojo page and you ended up going too far while defending him. 

    "I figured you might know who he is. We went to the same high school and he was a pain in my ass. We talk almost every day; he's basically my brother. My other friend, Shoko, is a doctor. I haven't spoken to her in a while but she's been busy. What about you?" He turns to look at you briefly before looking back at the road. "I want to hear about your family and friends as well."

   "Um, I'm the oldest of five children, I don't have a good relationship with my dad either but it's funny because he doesn't realize it. To him, I'm his little girl, but I can't stand him. My situation is exactly like yours, actually. My three youngest siblings love him, but my oldest sister can't stand him because she was there to watch me receive all the punishments. My mom, on the other hand, is my best friend, I love her to death. We started to have a good relationship when I turned seventeen and it's only been up from there. 

    "I basically talk to my siblings and my mom every day, and my dad maybe once every two weeks. I don't really have any friends except my best friend who lives out of state so I never see her. We talk every day, though, our conversations becoming more frequent ever since our first night together," Once you're done, you look up at Nanami, who is beaming at you, and you can't help but smile back.

   The two of you go back to sitting in comfortable silence, the radio and your phone being the only sounds that are being emitted. Unfortunately for you, the silence made your head begin to wander and you found yourself right back where you started. You take a glance at the GPS and smile when you notice that there are only thirty minutes left in your trip. You decided to force yourself to take a nap and it worked. The thirty minutes went by fast and when Nanami wakes you up, you're parked at his beach house. 

   He opens your door for you and then goes into the backseat to get both of your bags. You try to take yours from him but he shakes his head and gestures for you to keep walking. He reaches the door before you do and unlocks it, allowing you to enter first. You look around as he turns on the lights, the big living room being the first thing you see past the foyer. Nanami goes upstairs as you explore the first floor of the house. You walk through the kitchen, a game room, and a laundry room and then you find yourself on the downstairs balcony, staring at the beach and the moon. 

    Suddenly, you feel big arms wrap around you from behind, and you settle into them, knowing exactly who it is. His fingers are splayed on your stomach and his lips are on your shoulder, kissing you softly. "Do you like it?" He asks and you nod. You look up at the moon and smile, running your thumb up and down his wrist. 

   "I love it, Ken," You whisper and you feel him smile on the skin of your neck. 

   "It's pretty late. You ready to sleep?" He says as he kisses your neck softly, and you nod, already feeling tired. He takes you upstairs and you stare at the large room in awe, especially because it is bigger than your living room. Nanami watches you with a smile and begins undressing, getting ready for bed. You do the same and soon enough, the two of you are in bed. He is holding you from behind, his head nuzzled in your neck and you fall asleep with the soothing sound of his light snoring. 

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   The next morning, you wake up before Nanami. This was a first and you were curious about how he looked while he was in deep sleep. Unlike your usual position, with him holding you from behind, he was snuggled into your chest, just like he was when he was sick. You begin to stroke his hair and lean back slightly to take a quick look. 

   It was supposed to be a quick look. Once you got a glimpse, however, you couldn't bring yourself to look away. You didn't want to look away. Nanami was beautiful when he slept. He was already so good looking but the way his face was peaceful was almost too much for you to handle. You run your thumb over his cheekbones, then onto his lips, and that's where you stay. 

   Slowly, Nanami begins to wake up but you don't notice until his eyes are meeting yours. You slightly jump once you've made eye contact with him and he chuckles softly. "Good morning, beautiful," He rasps and you have to squeeze your thighs together to quell the ache that elicited because of his morning voice. You press a kiss to Nanami's forehead and he holds you tighter, loving the way your body feels against his. 

   "Good morning, Ken. What's on the schedule for today?" You ask him and he sighs, burying his head back into your chest. 

   "Truthfully, I don't want to get out of bed. You're so warm," He says into your skin and you shiver at the sensation. He presses soft kisses against your chest, his warm hands grazing your skin as his lips make their way up to yours. He kisses you softly and you wrap your arms around his neck with a smile on your face. When you pull away, you realize that you need to use the bathroom, and you groan at the thought. 

   Nanami's eyebrow scrunches at your outburst and he looks at you with a confused face. "What's wrong?" He asks you and you begin peeling yourself away from him with an irritated look. 

    "I need to pee," You grumble and you hear him laugh beside you. You trudge to the bathroom and quickly take care of your business. When you're done, you wash your hands, excited to get back to Nanami, but when you re-enter the room, he's not in bed anymore. You frown as you begin to look for him, and luckily you don't have to look far because he's standing on the balcony, watching the ocean's waves. 

   This beach house was a birthday gift to Nanami by his mother and he's never got the chance to use it. She specifically told him to bring a nice girl here one day but no one has ever really caught his eye. He just remembered it existed last night and he jumped at the chance to bring you, wanting to do something special for the first time he asked you to be his girlfriend. He was definitely going to do it again, correctly this time, despite you disagreeing with him. 

    Nanami loved coming to the beach with his mom as a child. He remembers running down the shore with his mother and his siblings not too far behind. As he watched the waves kiss the shore this morning, all he could think about was his family and how badly he wanted you to meet them. He's brought out of his thoughts as he feels your hand softly caress his. He looks at you with a soft smile and you reciprocate it, slightly curious as to what he's thinking about. 

    "What's got you so deep in thought?" You ask him and he turns his body to face you. Nanami leans against the railing and takes your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours. 

    "How do you feel about meeting my family?" He asks and your eyes widen in shock. Nanami notices this and laughs, bringing the back of your hand up to his lips. "Not anytime soon, of course, especially since finals are coming up, but I definitely want you to meet them. They've already heard about you and they've been begging me to bring you to the valley so they can meet you,"  Nanami says and your jaw drops. 

   "Your family lives in the valley?" You exclaim and Nanami's eyes dart away as he nods. "Kento, how rich are you?" You ask and he scratches his head. 

    "Well, I mean-" He begins and you cut him off, knowing he was going to downplay it. 

     "No, no, I need an accurate measure. What does your family do for a living?" You ask and he embarrassingly smiles. 

    "Well, both of my parents are neurosurgeons, they actually met each other while they were in their final years of college. My brother is in his second year of MD training, and my sister is studying pharmacy. After getting my associate's degree in high school, I got a degree in software engineering but I was miserable at my first job so I became a professor instead," He tells you and your jaw drops. 

    "Nanami, baby, you might be too rich for me to handle," You joke and he snaps his head towards yours. 

   "What did you just call me?" He asks and your face morphs into one of confusion. When you realize your mistake, you facepalm and correct yourself. 

   "I'm sorry, I meant Ken," You say but Nanami waves it off. 

   "No, that's not what I'm talking about, that doesn't even matter to me anymore. Did you call me baby?" He asks and you rack your brain, trying to recall your previous sentence. 

    "Huh, I guess I did. Do you not want me to?" You ask him and he places his hand on your cheek. 

   That was Nanami's first time ever hearing you call him that and he realized that he wanted to hear it from you for the rest of his life. "No, I loved it," He says and he pulls you in for a quick kiss. "Say it again?" He asks with a smirk and you feel your face heat up.

     "Baby, you're making me shy," You oblige, hiding your face and Nanami pulls you into a tight hug. He scatters kisses on your face and you laugh at his sudden excitement. "I guess I can meet your family over the summer. I don't mind although, I am a bit nervous," You confess once he pulls away, and he pats your head, your body still in his embrace. 

     "I understand that but you have nothing to worry about, I promise," He assures you. You two go inside and contemplate what to do for the day. Nanami suggests going to the local mall and you accept, knowing you need new clothes. Ever since you stopped dressing to distract him you realized that your wardrobe mostly consisted of skimpy clothes and you needed an upgrade immediately. 

    He holds your hand as you walk through the mall, your body close to his. You never realized how possessive Nanami was, being that you two had never gone out before. This was your first time paying attention to what he said about men watching you and he was absolutely correct. At first, you would keep eye contact with them and smile back, thinking they were just being nice, but once Nanami started to pull you closer, you realized what was actually happening. You started staring straight ahead, occasionally looking up at him.

     When you made it into the first store, Nanami let go of you and allowed you to find your own clothes. You didn't want to go over your budget so you only picked up a few things; a couple pairs of pants and a few tops. You brought them over to Nanami, excited to show him, but when he frowned you frowned as well. "What's wrong?" You ask him and he thumbs through the clothes you're holding. 

    "I thought you wanted more? It sounded like it was a real issue when we were on our way here," He says. 

   "Yeah, but this is all my budget allows me to get. I get a weekly allowance from my parents and most of it goes towards rent and food," You inform him and he furrows his eyebrows. 

    "Get more clothes. Don't worry about the price, don't ever worry about the price of anything, I'll pay," He tells you and your eyes widen in surprise. 

   "Ken, it's okay, I'll be fine. You don't have to do that," You object and he shakes his head. 

    "I know you'll be fine and I know I don't have to, but I want to," He argues and you frown, unable to accept his offer. 

    "Ken, I-"

   "I'm not discussing this with you anymore, angel. Go get more clothes or I'll get them for you. Either way, you're going home with more than what you have right now," He commands and you feel a smile creep up onto your face. Being the oldest sibling, you were used to taking care and providing for others so having someone take care of you was an unfamiliar feeling. You spent so much of your life figuring things out for yourself and other people, you didn't know how to react when Nanami said he'll buy your things for you. 

   Your smile grows as you stare at him, and he looks at you in confusion. "What's the matter?" He asks and you give him a small thank you. "Of course, beautiful. You don't even have to thank me," He tells you and you skip back towards the isles. You pick up everything you put down because of the price and make your way towards the checkout counter. Nanami walks over to you and smiles when he sees the pile of clothes on the table. 

    "Is this everything you wanted?" He asks you and you nod happily. "Are you sure? You're not holding anything back because of the price?" He questions further and your eyes shift away from his. Nanami rolls his eyes and pushes you back toward the racks. "Go get everything you want, y/n," He says and you walk back to the clothes you left, feeling slightly guilty. 

    You do as he says, and when you get back, most of your clothes have been rung up. Nanami pays after the cashier is done and your eyes widen at the price. The screen read upwards of six hundred dollars and your jaw drops as Nanami pulls out his debit card to pay. The cashier bags your clothes and when you reach forward to pick it up, Nanami snatches it before you can even touch it. He takes your hand in his and walks you out of the store and you're stuck speechless. 

    "What else did you want to get?" He asks you and your eyes widen again as you stare at him in surprise. 

    "I didn't want anything else, Ken, I'm fine," You tell him and you notice his eyes searching his brain for something. All of a sudden, he turns around and takes you towards the way you came. "Ken, where are we going?" You ask him and he swivels his head around, looking for something. 

    "You stopped to stare at a necklace on our way to get your clothes. I'm going to get it for you," He says and you stop in your tracks. Nanami continues walking and jerks back when his body realizes that you're not walking with him anymore. "What's the matter?" He asks and you cross your arms across your chest. 

   "Look, I appreciate you buying the clothes for me but Ken, that necklace was expensive!" You inform him and he deadpans. 

    "Yeah, that's why I'm getting it for you," He tells you and you give him a mildly irritated look. Before you could say anything though, he stops you, putting his hand on your cheek. "Y/n, I want to buy you things. Let me do this for you. You make me happy, let me make you happy too," He says softly and you slightly frown, 

   "Ken, you already make me happy," You say and he smiles. 

    "Let me make you happier. Allow me to take care of you, y/n. Let your rich boyfriend get you anything you want," He teases, leaning into you slightly and you laugh softly. "Now, let's go," He kisses your forehead softly before taking your hand and leading you to the jewelry store you were eyeing earlier. Nanami ends up buying the necklace and more for you, despite your protests. On the way out, you make sure to look straight ahead and not let your eyes wander to any stores, and it makes him laugh. 

    You two decide to go back to the beach house to get ready before going out to dinner tonight. You had about three hours before your reservation and you were bored out of your mind. Nanami was downstairs, typing away on his laptop. You plop down next to him on the couch and rest your head on his shoulder. He smiles at you and pats your head before going back to what he was doing. You sit and watch him for a little bit until you get bored again so you decide to ask him what he was doing.

    "I'm writing a report on all of my classes," He answers and you nod, your eyebrows furrowing. 

    "That's boring," You reply, moving away from him. He laughs and watches as you flip upside down, your head hanging off the sofa. Nanami strokes your exposed abdomen with his thumb, his palm warm, and you close your eyes at the feeling. "How much longer do you think you'll be?" You ask and he looks back over at his laptop. 

   "I have three more to go so maybe an hour and a half, if not more," He tells you and you groan dramatically, causing him to laugh at your reaction. "If you're bored, why don't you go to the beach?" He asks you and you sigh. 

    "It's not fun without you," You confess and he hums at your honesty. 

    "I'm sorry, love. I've procrastinated on this long enough so I can't walk away from it," He says and you pout. 

    "It's fine, Ken. I'll just lay here with you until you're done," You mumble, feeling yourself get slowly sleepy. You sit back up and lay your legs on his, behind his laptop. You place your head on his shoulder and he quickly kisses your lips as an apology, since he is unable to wrap his arm around you. Eventually, you fall asleep and Nanami works diligently, finishing faster than he anticipated. He planned on letting you sleep but as he was closing his laptop, you woke up. "Oh, you're done!" You exclaim and he pulls you onto his lap after putting his laptop to the side. 

    "Thank you for waiting with me," He smirks. "It was amazing motivation to get done faster," He squeezes your hips, biting his lip as he stares at you. You scoot up, sitting directly on his bulge, and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing it softly. 

    "Mmm, of course," You hum, switching from closed-mouthed kisses to open-mouthed kisses, running your tongue against his skin. He holds your hips tighter, slowly rocking you against him. You suck hickeys into his skin, enjoying his soft moans as you begin to move faster. You pull away from his neck and bring his lips to yours, your tongues meeting first. You moan into each other's mouths, your hips moving faster against his, his bulge nudging your clit. 

   Nanami pulls away and begins kissing your neck now, as one of his hands reaches up to play with your hardened nipple. You moan at the sensation, grinding harder against him and you feel him bite down on you. You yelp and he smiles, softly sucking the spot he just bit you on. 

   "Baby, I want you," You whisper and Nanami moves faster than you've ever seen him move. Before you know it, he's pulled himself out of his pants, and pushed into you, causing your eyes to widen at the sudden stretch. You glance at the microwave clock behind him in the kitchen and whine when you see the time. "We- fuck- we only have thirty minutes to get ready if we- oh my god- want to m-make it on time," You moan, as he begins bouncing you. 

   "We'll just have to be quick then, won't we?" He teases and you drop your head onto his shoulder at the pleasure. He begins thrusting his hips into you faster, trying to make your orgasm come quicker, and it works. You hold onto him tighter, begging him to keep going. Nanami continues to bounce you on him, his and your pleasure building up. You feel yourself get closer so you tell him and he starts going harder. "Cum for me, love," He rasps as his thrusts become sloppier and you let go. You feel yourself clench around him impossibly hard as your orgasm takes over your muscles and he releases inside of you, the warmth giving you goosebumps. 

   He moves you on him slowly, allowing you to ride out the last of your orgasm, and when you're done, you shudder against him. "Sorry for not being able to spend time with you," He whispers in your ear and you shake your head. 

    "Don't even worry about it," You assure him, patting his back tiredly, and he laughs. "Twenty-four minutes, Ken," You say as you climb off of him. You go to the nearest bathroom so you don't make a mess on the floor and you quickly clean yourself up. When you come out, you go back upstairs and quickly get dressed, wearing one of the dresses Nanami bought you this afternoon. It was a silk, black, bodycon dress that was ruched at the hip, with an open back, the spaghetti straps crossing over themselves.  You sit at the vanity in the bathroom and quickly put on some makeup and the jewelry you had the pleasure of receiving this afternoon.  

    By the time you were finished, Nanami was sitting on the bed waiting for you. "Help me put my shoes on?" You ask and he stands up and takes them from you. You sit on the bed and watch as he kneels down. He takes your foot from the floor and buckles your black sandal heels, wrapping the small belts around your calves, letting his hand wander higher up the inside of your thigh. "Kennn," You scold. "If you keep messing around we'll be late."

   He chuckles as he fixes your other shoe on. He ignores your warning, slowly snaking his hand up your other thigh. "Just one taste," He smirks as he kisses a spot inside your thigh, slightly above your knee. "You look too good to ignore." 

   You think about letting him as you feel his kisses reaching higher, but when you look at the clock again, you come back to your senses. You take his hand in yours and bring him to his feet. "No, Kento. You can have your way when we get back, I promise," You tell him and lift your pinky. He takes your pinky in his and kisses you passionately, catching you by surprise. You kiss him back, knowing your lipstick is going to be messed up with the way he was borderline eating your lips. You pulled away first and you were correct. The red from your lips was smudged onto his face, a lazy smile adorning his lips. You laugh as you help him clean up, and go back to the bathroom to fix your lipstick. 

   When you're done, Nanami walks downstairs with you and leads you out the door. You approach his car as he locks the house door and you reach for the passenger side's door. Before you can pull it, you hear the door lock and you look up at him with a puzzled expression. He shakes his head, walks over to you, and pulls the door open himself.  You smile at him as you enter his car, your face showing slight embarrassment. You watch as he gets into the driver's seat and he places his hand on your thigh once he's settled. "Let's go," He smiles as he pulls out of the driveway. 

   Tonight was your first official date with Nanami and you couldn't be more excited. 

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How would our resident dogboy (wriothesley <3) take care of a sick reader? PLSS I JUST WANT HIM TO TAKE CARE OF ME AFJAFAKSGJL

!! Hi baby !! I'm sorry this took me a while to answer :c hopefully you're all better now, but if you're not, then I hope you feel better soon !! It's unfortunately a little short, since I'm rather tired for today, but I hope it still gives you good vibes ♡♡

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

Once you're sick, the first thing Wriothesley does (after having you get checked up by Sigewinne, of course) is to pack some of your things and some of his, leave a notice that he's taking a few days off, and whisk you away to your house on the surface.

"You need fresh air and sunlight," he tells you, kind but firm, when you protest him taking a few days off for you. "And there is no way in hell that I'll leave you to deal with this alone."

Your place is a little messy and unkempt since you've been spending more and more nights and days down in the fortress with him, but it's nothing compared to how his own surface house must look like. He thinks. He hasn't been there in a while.

Wriothesley settles you in your bedroom, arguably the most clean room right now, and gets to work opening up the windows, airing out the house, and sweeping out some dust.

He isn't particularly used to tending a home, having never really had a proper home like this before. Still, he opens up the windows to let frash air into your house and finds your broom and sweeps out the dust on the floors. He finds the spare sheets you've kept in a closet and switch the ones in your bedroom for those, not wanting you to lay on old sheets. He busies himself around your home while you take a nap, doing what he's fairly certain he's capable of to clean up the environment around you. And yes, he'll probably find some staff to try and properly clean the place later. But until then, he doesn't mind enjoying this momentary domestic life.

He's very diligent about making sure you take your meds on time. Whatever Sigewinne had instructed, he will make sure it is seen through. Even if you whine and complain about how nasty your medicine tastes, he's not gonna let you compromise on this.

"C'mon, sweetheart," he sighs, holding the spoonful of syrup up to your mouth, even though you petulantly refuse to open. You childishly shake your head, pulling back from him. He scowls. "Nuh-uh, you're taking your meds, baby. It's for your own good."

[our-happygirl500-fan]

Something I’ve noticed is that in the movie, Leo’s room in the new lair is messier than his room in the old lair

When we see Leo’s room in the movie, it gives the impression of a ‘typical messy teenage boys room’; we can see that the bed is unmade, there are papers on the floor & you can even see an empty soda cup that hasn’t been thrown out yet.

However when you compare Leo’s room in the movie to Leo’s old room that we catch glimpses of in the episodes The Purple Game & The Lair Games, it’s shown that Leo actually used to keep his room rather tidy

Whenever we saw Leo’s old room, it was shown that Leo actually kept his room rather clean with the bed having always been made & the messiest parts of the room being a book left on the floor or a sword propped up by his bed.

Which leads to the question how did Leo go from someone who used to always make his bed to someone who sleeps on an uncovered mattress?

The first explanation for Leo’s messier room is that Leo’s room is messy simply because the Hamato Clan is still unpacking & moving into the new lair. The movie takes place only a few months after the end of season 2 which means that the Hamato Clan is still moving into their new lair after Shredder destroyed the old one & evidence of this can be seen by the fact that there are unpacked boxes still spread throughout the lair.

It could be possible that when Leo has fully finished unpacking he’ll start taking more care to keep his room tidy again

The second explanation for why Leo stopped keeping his room tidy after moving into the new lair is that it might be that Leo cares less about material possessions after Shredder destroyed most of the Hamato Clan’s old home.

In the Lair Games it was shown that Leo used to have multiple shelves full of various items & figurines however in the new lair shown in the movie Leo only has a few figurines placed around his room. The fact that Leo possibly lost so many items with the destruction of the old lair could mean that Leo stopped caring as much for the things he owns due to learning how easily they could be lost or destroyed.

Leo: No wonder you always want to train. You really need the practice

Some evidence for Leo no longer caring about the things he owns, can be seen by the fact that when Raph breaks a hole through Leo’s room, Leo shows no concern for his room being damaged & simply continues trying to goad Raph into a fight.

The third reason on why Leo’s new room is kept messier than his old room comes from the theory that Leo acted irresponsibly at the beginning of the movie in order to try & get Raph to take back the leadership role.

Leo has been shown to be very good at tricking people into thinking what he wants them to think & stepping into any role needed to sell his act; not cleaning his room would help sell the image of ‘an irresponsible teenage boy’ that Leo had possibly been trying to present to Raph & Splinter meaning that Leo was possibly trying to create the impression of ‘how can you expect me to lead a team if I can’t even keep my room clean?’

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ENCORE

❥ riri w. x fem!reader

sypnosis: riri makes a habit of taking care of you after...♡

⚠︎: gentle!dom!riri + sub!reader, implied rough se✘, aftercare so soft smut basically, readers a little bit of a brat, masochist!reader with a not so sadist riri

Riris bent over you, using all her might to not lean too much of her weight on you, too busy numbing your slightly overstimulated mind with her sweet kisses, taking the taboo away that she hardly had time to think about how sweaty she'd gotten herself.

She holds your face in one hand, thumb hitting the perfect spots against the soft skin under your eye so well that you're actively sighing out in content with how fragile she was treating you compared to earlier. Her other hand repeats the action but on your twitching inner thigh.

Riri sometimes thinks she goes a little overboard considering the amount of attention you required when the funs all over. She likes pleasing you most, more than almost anything, but can't help but to feel a twinge of guilt pinging at her heart for the state it leaves you in; completely fucked out to where you dont even respond to certain questions, like you got lost on your way down from your high.

But she doesn't second think it when you need to be talked down, apologizing for what she said while in the moment so you know she didn't completely mean it.

Truthfully, you didn't like feeling lost, but Riris voice was like a silk rope guiding you back to your messy room and there was nothing more calming then her arms caging you tight, her lips pressing against yours as she muttered varieties of how, "We're done now, ma.", "You did good for me, baby.", "Take your time.." in between the short lasting kisses.

It takes you nothing but a few golden minutes to get your head in the right state. When you're back up she's usually interrupted by a laugh or soft giggle, like it was routine, Riri scoffs but smiles so tightly it wasn't possible to hide.

Somewhere between the blurred lines Riri'd gotten up to get two bottles of water and mildly warm compress of a towel to clean you up.

She lets you guide her hand so she's not pressing too hard, just gently swiping until the area was clean. Riri turns her head in your direction, looking down on you admirably while you focused on cautiously cleaning yourself.

Your face was cutely frowned up as you sleepily petted riris hand between your legs. You wipe around your clit purposely avoiding the lower before pushing her hand away.

Riri moves her hand per your request but she knows that you're not done. You lay all the way back, yawning an trying to pull the blanket over your body.

"Now, hold on." Riri snatches it out of your hand without any strain.

You grumble and peek an eye open at her. She sighs, you could barely open your eyes and yet your attitude never seemed to waver.

She puts the messy rag down, reaching for the damp towel, "You can chill..I'll just do it myself."

You shrug, legs twitching as you tried to spread them wider, "Ma, I got it." she reassures with a chuckle, putting them to rest comfortably.

Ri bites down on her lip when your whimper meets her ears, she doesn't say anything though, continuing the soft presses at your inner thighs, skipping your flower because of how sensitive it must've been.

She'd have to soak you later, almost everywhere between your thighs was heated. Riri coos when she's gotten it all, now she just had to worry about the compress for your hole, she glances down at it from her hunched angle before her eyes flicker back to your peaceful demeanor.

You breathe out loudly, a sign that your patience was running thin. Riri hooks her hand around your thigh– or as much as she could, kneading the skin with her thumb as a nice distraction while she touched around your hole with a folded end of the gray towelette.

Her touch is merely featherweight as she tried to get all she could, but even that seemed to trigger you. You flinch at every little dab, not only sensitive but feeling a bit pf pain aswell.

"Ri–!" You jolt to grab at her arm, preventing her from continuing the irritating movements.

"Alright, Alright." she releases your thigh and grabs your hand, lifting it to her lips for a peck before rubbing over the skin. Your lips purse, "It hurts.." voice breaking but not yet crying.

She perks the towel inbetween your legs before maneuvering them around it, "We can let this rest here then...I'll get it later."

After a few hours, when it's starting to get late, Riri tries again and luckily it goes over smoothly. She didnt want to press you but sleeping in a bed of sweat and bodily fluids was gonna eat at her the longer she sat.

She ran a bath, something to soak you in while she stripped all the comforters off the bed for the night. Riri joined the nice vanilla scented bath when everything was off to the side, finally feeling satisfied.

You lean against her breast, taking her arms to wrap them around yourself, feening for her to comfort you. You yawn again, louder and more obnoxiously but Riris laugh was even more obnoxious.

You reach for her loofah, deciding to bite your tongue at her mocking and instead clean her up with the little energy you had left, starting with her arms, then shoulders, whatever you could reach.

Riri breathes through her nose, starting to get relaxed herself. You smirk, mind wandering as it tickled the back pf your neck. It immediately lit a raunchy fire in you again. Of course you were too tired for anything now, but the thought was nice.

You put all your weight on her, closing your eyes while coddling her arm, "You should fuck me in here, baby."

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a/n: why this kinda seem like something that wouldve been on sex sent me to the er🙂