#wake up at work. get ready for work. go to day-work. come home from day-work to night-work. rinse and repeat

[criminalyapping]

due for trouble | the secret’s out

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pairing: jack abbot x f!reader

a/n: finally time for some other beloved pitt characters to join the fray!! also can you tell i’m not the most knowledgeable about how buying a house actually work? bc i can lol

next time is baby shower!!

warnings: unplanned pregnancy, age gap, language

< part 12 | part 14 >

At work, most of Jack’s personal life remains a mystery. He considers himself close to Robby, being genuine friends outside of the walls of the hospital. The others, not so much.

The bottom line is that Jack’s a private guy, and doesn’t want to air out his business to be discussed and speculated about down every hallway of the hospital.

One thing he does love, though, is the feeling of smug satisfaction he feels when he surprises people.

“Ellis, Shen,” he calls to his night-shift coworkers as he sees them, backpacks on and ready to leave early in the morning.

They both turn towards him, waiting.

“What are you guys doing on Saturday afternoon?” he asks.

They both open their mouths to speak, but Jack interrupts them before they can make a sound.

“Well, you’re invited to a baby shower, so actually don’t do anything,” he instructs with a carefully crafted look on neutrality on his face. “My house, 1pm.” he finishes with a smile.

The two doctors in front of him gape, questioning looks on their faces as they stare him down. He keeps his smile bright.

Shen snaps out of it first, unflappable as always.

“Cool man, I’ll be there.” he agrees.

Ellis shakes her head in disbelief.

“I’m sorry, I’ll need a few more details,” she says sarcastically, “what?”

“A baby shower.” Jack reiterates.

“Yeah, I got that. For who?” she asks.

“Typically they’re kind of for a baby.” he replies matter of factly.

“Oh my god,” she mutters under her breath. “Who’s pregnant?” she asks.

“My girlfriend.” he tells her with another smile.

“You-“ she stutters, “since when do you-?” she stops herself. Sighing and rolling out her tense shoulders. “Whatever, I’ll be there.” she agrees.

“Awesome, thanks, I’ll send you guys my address.” he smiles, leaving them standing there with unanswered questions as he walks back toward the hub, looking for Robby.

He finds him, hands on his hips as he observes the boards. They had already done turnover, so the ED is alight with movement and all the day shift doctors.

“Hey man,” Jack greets as he claps Robby on the back.

“Hey,” Robby greets as he takes on his glasses.

Dana looks up from her computer, eyeing Jack skeptically.

“You better get out of here Jack, we know you and sunlight don’t get along.” she jokes.

“Yeah, yeah; I’m getting better about it, though.” he says, pointing at her.

“Baby shower, Saturday at one, can you make it?” he asks Robby.

His friend nods his head, “Yeah, yeah I’ll get it covered.” he agrees.

“Invite whoever isn’t working from day shift, just send ‘em my address, they’re all invited.” he tells Robby.

Dana slides herself along the counter closest to the two, looking at Jack expectantly.

“I’m sorry,” she starts, “I think my ears are playing tricks on me. Baby shower?” she asks.

Jack nods. “Obviously, you’re invited too, I hope you’re not working Saturday.”

“I’m not.” she says, deadpan. “You’re having a baby?” she asks, a wide smile crawling over her face.

“Sure am.” he confirms, a matching smile on his.

“Well I’ll be…” she trails off with a grin.

“Invite the people,” he says, turning back to Robby, “and come early to set up.” he tells him.

“Aye aye, captain.” he agrees.

Jack turns and leaves, watching as Dana’s eyes turn to Robby with a look like she’s about to sink her information-seeking claws into him and not let go.

He heads home, eats a quick breakfast, and falls asleep hard.

He’s in the trenches of trying to buy that house, so he wakes up earlier than he wants to be able to exchange some messages with the working public while the day isn’t almost over. Working night shift makes doing normal human tasks much more difficult.

He’s able to exchange a few texts with you while you work, smiling as you tell him about your work problems.

You had sent Jack pictures of decorations you wanted for the baby shower, so he picks himself off the couch to head to a party supply store.

Yes honey, whatever you want honey, he had told you when you stressed to high heaven about how you would have enough time to get all the decorations, send invitations, cook the food, and set up for the party before Saturday came. He volunteered to get the decorations, assured you that you don’t need invitations, and asked what food you wanted to be catered, not made my either of them.

He enjoyed life much more when you weren’t stressed about things that didn’t need to be stressed about, and happily does whatever he can to take some of the stress off of your shoulders.

Today is shaping up to be a good day, he thinks, after dropping the baby bomb on his coworkers, successfully buying everything on the list you had made for him, and especially now, he things looking down at his phone.

He had just gotten an email from his realtor that his offer on the house was accepted, and he was now under contract. With how quickly that went, he has a sliver of hope that they could move in before they have their December baby.

Right now, Jack Abbot could not be happier with his life, and can’t wait for Saturday.

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[storiesofsvu]

Secrets Among Siblings

Olivia Benson x fem!reader Warnings: language, fluff, smut, teasing, sexting, secret dating, caught in the act. 5 times Elliot wished he knew who his sister was dating + 1 time he really wished he didn't know. 6.1k. I'm so not sorry? Lol. This was requested AGES ago and once I finally figured out *how* to do it, it all came flying out in one afternoon. Hope you enjoy! <3

Living with your brother had its downsides, you were well aware of that. Especially when your brother happened to be the older one, the very much overprotective one who wasn’t afraid to use his authority as a member of NYPD to keep you safe. He meant well, but it was more than a little annoying now that you were a fully grown adult with a big girl job you’d worked hard to achieve and move up the ranks to the point where you could afford your own, nice apartment in Manhattan. You would have understood it if you were freshly twenty one, or fighting your way through college, but you were the same age he was when he got married, then again, that’s how you had ended up in this living situation in the first place. A string of disagreements, a trial separation, Elliot needing a place to stay and your empty guest room being halfway between his precinct and family home. 

There were some great benefits, Elliot was used to routine, no snoozing the alarm in the morning meant the coffee was brewed and there was breakfast on the table by the time you got up, or you had a morning workout partner for once. You didn’t have to plan every single bite of food that you were going to consume; groceries would just appear in the fridge, you’d swap off the cooking, dishes and cleaning. It was nice to have someone else around to help share the load for once, you’d nearly forgotten what that was like. You enjoyed your sibling dinners, especially on Friday evenings, getting to wind down from the week, hearing the wild stories of his hours spent with NYPD while you could vent your heart out about your terribly annoying coworkers. 

Elliot had come to rely on them, a nice distraction from the work week and any lingering family tension, it was his debrief of the week before shifting into Dad mode over the weekend that he spent with the kids. Family time was important to him; it always had been which is why he was a little bit bummed when the text came into his phone halfway through a Friday afternoon.

‘Gonna miss dinner tonight, sorry. How about I treat you and the kids to pizza and a movie Sunday?’

He countered that while you may have had other obligations, you hadn’t mentioned what they were, they were likely work, maybe a friend’s birthday, and most importantly you’d offered up extra family time to make up for it. Getting to spend time with your nephew and nieces was just as good. 

Between the camouflaged cover ups and his extra long hours at the precinct, he didn’t notice how the hours the apartment was empty seemed to be increasing. You had mentioned a big project at work, a busy time of year for tutoring on your side gig, it made total sense when he was the second to wake up in the morning or the first one home. Apparently the days of business lunches were over, he assumed fancier business dinners were the norm now, catching glimpses of you dressed up leaving the apartment in the early evening or slipping back in after the lights were all out. 

The first time he thought anything of it was when he got up to an empty apartment on a Saturday morning, early enough the sun was just starting to stream through the curtains. The sounds of birds chirping and garbage trucks in the alley accompanied his morning shower and mental preparation for the day. It was only on his way out to the kitchen that he noticed your bedroom door wide open, bed still made from yesterday, half empty coffee mug on your makeup table where you regularly drank it while getting ready. A few pieces of make up were still scattered across the table, your curling iron out yet unplugged, a couple pairs of high heels beside it as if you were trying to decide what matched your outfit. It wasn’t like he was snooping; he couldn’t help but scope out the scene a little bit, eyes darting around your room to try and get any clue if you had been home between Friday morning and now.

He shrugged it off; you must’ve just taken off already for brunch or something and not bothered to tidy up, it was the weekend after all. His stomach grumbled and he went on his way, meandering into the kitchen to start the coffee pot. After a summary of what was in the fridge, he pulled out eggs, cheese, turkey sausage and the loaf of bread from the counter. Sausage and eggs were sizzling away in the frying pan when his ears picked up another sound, his head swiveling around until he realized it was the deadbolt slowly creaking its way open from the front door. 

You crept around the door, bracing two gentle hands against it as you slowly and quietly shut it behind you, wincing when the deadbolt whined as you locked it. You were wearing a cute dress, heels dangling from your fingers, hair swept up into a topknot, your work bag and a small purse in the crook of your elbow. A gasp escaped your lips and you jumped, your hand flying to your chest when you turned around to find your brother watching you.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Hey, language.” He scolded and you rolled your eyes.

“I didn’t realize you’d be up so early.” You ducked your gaze, gently placing the heels down on the shoe rack before slipping out of your coat.

“Are you…” his brow furrowed, a teasing grin on his face, “sneaking in?”

“No.” You scoffed, your nose crinkling. “I thought you were still asleep, I was trying to be nice and not wake you up.”

“You sure about that?” He asked, eyes glancing over your appearance again.

“Oh what’re doing? Trying to be Mom? I had a late meeting, met a friend for dinner right after. We hadn’t seen each other in a while; I ended up crashing there.”

“I didn’t realize people in their thirties ‘crashed’ at their friends.” He teased and you shot him a glare.

“They do when said friends have guest rooms, which I no longer do, thanks to someone.” You moved through the apartment, coming close enough to punch his shoulder, “otherwise I would have hosted.”

“Sorry to cramp your style. You must’ve been out late to be too tired to come home.”

“We’d been drinking.” You shrugged a shoulder, “didn’t think my big brother would be too happy to find out I’d been wandering the streets of Manhattan alone at three in the morning. Or worse, getting behind the wheel. I’d like to be spared from either of those lectures, thank you.”

“Fine, fine.” He held up the spatula in his hand in surrender, “you can text me next time you know? I’ll always come pick you up.”

“Thanks, but I had my car. No point in leaving it if I’d have to come back and get it in the morning, just makes more work.”

“Work smarter not harder.”

“Exactly.” You mock saluted him as you backed down the hallway, “enough coffee for me?”

“Yeah, food should be ready soon too.”

“Keep a plate for me? I’m gonna shower really quick.”

“Sure.” Elliot turned back to the stove and as soon as his eyes were off you, you darted into your room, attempting not to slam the door behind you.

Palms flat against the wood you lightly banged your forehead against it chastising yourself as your heart raced a mile a minute, pounding against your chest. You thought you had better time management that morning, an alarm set for an ungodly hour to actually tear yourself away from Olivia and have time to get home before Elliot was awake. Unfortunately, it appeared Olivia was both too distracting and convincing to get away from in a timely manner. You’d have to come up with a better excuse next time or face the fact that your brother would find out you were the one secretly dating his partner. 

**

You slipped into the apartment midday on a Sunday, a laugh echoing from your lips,

“I know. I had fun too.”

“You should have come back to my place.” Olivia replied, her voice dropping and you couldn’t help but feel your body already tingling.

“I can’t do Sundays, family dinner nights, remember?”

“Oh, I know.” She chuckled, “I was invited this time.”

“What did you RSVP?” You asked, your heart fluttering in your chest.

“That I had way too much laundry to get done before the work week.” She replied, “I figured it would be a little too difficult to keep my hands off you.”

“Oh, did you now?” The grin spread across your lips as you moved through the apartment, placing your bag and keys down on the breakfast bar, leaning against it. “And what exactly, prey tell would those hands be doing?”

“Well for starters I’d have to sneak you away to the bathroom, can’t risk anyone seeing or walking in.”

“Mhmm…” you started twirling a piece of hair around your finger. 

“Start out by holding your waist, grabbing your ass while I kiss you, gently pinning you to the door. Then things might get a little sneaky, start exploring under your dress, trying to see if you were a good girl who wore panties or not.”

“Christ Liv.” You stuttered out a laugh, your cheeks heating as she chuckled through the phone.

“Well, which would it be sweet girl?”

“I always want to be good for you.” You cooed into your phone, “I know how much you like that. But what if I wanted to play for once? Want to pretend I’m your naughty girl instead? Make you think I’ve got panties on but the surprise you’d find is that they’re crotchless and your fingers are—” your head shot up at the sound of the deadbolt creaking open and your entire body jolted upright, “yeah, thanks again for calling me back. I really wanted a chance to read over the preliminary before Monday.”

Olivia let out a huff of a laugh on the other end of the line, “I take it your house is no longer empty.”

“Correct.” You replied, “I’ll see you soon. Thanks.”

“Bye my sweet girl. Don’t forget what I was saying.”

“Definitely won’t.”

You hung up the phone, tossing it deep inside your purse, praying your cheeks weren’t as flushed as they felt as Elliot approached the counter.

“We gotta get some WD-40 on that thing.” He gestured toward the door, “who you talking to?”

“Crystal. From work.” You replied, instantly turning to the sink to pour yourself a glass of water.

“You’ve been on the phone a lot this weekend.”

“I’ve got a lot going on.” You shrugged as he eyed you for a minute.

“Okay… don’t let work stress you out, you need to actually enjoy your weekends.”

“Says you.” You shot back, grabbing your purse off the island before disappearing down the hallway.

*

Sitting on the kitchen counter you were tucked in the corner by the window, coffee mug beside you while you were distracted on your phone.

‘Thank you again, you really didn’t have to.’

‘Sweetheart please, you couldn’t stop staring at that necklace. Even from across the store you kept going back to it, what was I supposed to do, not buy it for you?’

‘It’s not even a special occasion.’

‘Everyday with you is a special occasion.’

It was hard to bite back the smile on your cheeks at that, so distracted with your girlfriend you didn’t even hear your brother come into the kitchen. 

Elliot took one look at you, the dopey smile on your face, the way your feet were swinging back and forth, they were very telltale signs.

“Good news this morning?” He prompted, picking up the coffee pot.

“What?” You were suddenly yanked out of your trance, your entire body tensing as you looked up at him with wide eyes. In one brisk movement you had locked your phone, tossing it to the counter, replacing it with your mug of now chilled coffee.

“Looked like you were in good spirits is all.”

“Got good news about work.” You fibbed.

“About time.” He replied, eyeing you over the rim of his coffee.

“Huh?”

“You’ve been working insane hours the last couple of months.” He pointed out, confusion washing over his face at the way your brow furrowed, “at least I assumed that’s why I’ve barely seen you.”

“Yeah.” You ran a hand through your hair, “crazy amount of OT.” Your phone buzzed on the counter and this time it actually was a work-related text, “speaking of. Gotta run.” Scooping up the device you hopped off the counter, squeezing his shoulder as you moved past him, “I was thinking chicken stir fry for dinner, thoughts?”

“Sounds good.” Elliot watched as you grabbed your bag and scurried out of the apartment. He was a detective, he knew whatever you had been texting about had nothing to do with work.

*

After a long day of work, a few glasses of wine in as you winded down for bed you were sprawled across the couch, tv playing in the background. Though your attention was on your phone, teeth sinking into your lower lip as you read the last message Liv had sent.

‘God, I really wish you were here tonight. I could use your help with something.’

‘Oh?’

‘Bored.’     ‘It’s annoying to have to think of ways to occupy myself.’     

You grinned at her innuendos, your breath catching in your throat when the next message was an array of pictures. The first one her tits pushed up in a deep blue, lacy bra and your mouth practically watered. The second only her arm was covering her chest and the third made your skin prickle with heat. One of her hands sliding down her bare torso, sneaking under the waistband of matching blue lace panties.

‘Thoughts?’

‘I can definitely help with that.’

‘Yeah? Tell me sweet girl, how should I kill some time?’

‘Pretend I’m there, sitting in your lap playing with your tits while your fingers are buried inside me.’

‘You’d like that wouldn’t you? All cute and riled up, grinding down onto my hand. Your fingers sneaking between my legs.’

‘Baby I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands away from you. I want to feel every inch of you, all wet and warm for me.’

An audible gasp left your lips the next time your phone buzzed it was a video, her fingers moving underneath the lace, soft moans and whimpers coming from her lips.

‘Like that sweet girl?’

‘Just like that.’  ‘Fuck, Liv.’  ‘Keep going for me. You know I wouldn’t stop until I’ve made you come. And if I was actually there, I would make you come over and over again.’

‘You really know how to earn a good reward.’ A little smirking emoji accompanied that text.

‘It wouldn’t just be my hands either. You know I adore having my mouth on you, tasting your pussy on my tongue, the noises you always make are so fucking hot.’

‘Can I sit on your face?’

Your entire body tensed, your pussy fluttering and you nearly dropped your phone. ‘Abso-fucking-lutely.’

‘Good girl.’    ‘I picked something up today, something new and just for you, wanna see?’

‘Of course.’

You let out an audible groan when the next picture came in. Olivia was wearing a strap on, her pussy puffy and slick under it, with a new, large purple dildo attached.

‘Wow.’

‘You like it?’

‘I love it.’

‘Shame you’re not here. I’ll just have to wait ‘til the weekend to fuck you with it.’

‘Now you’re just being mean.’

‘Only a tease baby and you know I always follow through on my promises.’

‘So Friday or Saturday?’

‘Lol. Someone’s eager. I’m working late Friday, but off the rest of the weekend.’

‘Perfect. I cannot fucking wait.’

‘Me neither. But not just for the sex, I do honestly really miss you.’

Your heart warmed at her words, a soft smile breaking onto your cheeks as your thought process moved away from the naughty side. Olivia was always so sweet, she made sure you knew how much she cared about you, how much she wanted to be around you all the time, even if things like work were hoarding all her time. You were special to her, and she wanted to make sure you never forgot that. 

‘It really does feel like the days have been dragging recently.’

‘Unless I’m with you then the hours fly by.’

‘You’re turning into a sap, you know that?’

“Who’re you talking to?” Elliot’s voice suddenly came from behind you, and you jumped, bolting upright as you locked your phone. You were so incredibly thankful that all the pictures and sexts had been far enough up they weren’t on the screen anymore.

“No one.”

“Yeah right.” He chuckled, snagging the tv remote to change the channel to something he liked as he dropped down onto the couch beside you. “You’re not hiding it well anymore kid.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“So, spill, who’s the lucky guy?” He nudged at you with his shoulder and you grumbled.

“I’m not saying a word.”

“C’mon, just give me a name. I need to run him through the system.”

“El, stop it. No.” 

“I’m not gonna let you date someone with a record! You deserve better than that.”

“Thank you, but I can guarantee you they do not have a single flag on their file. Hell, their file doesn’t even exist!”

“Perfect! So, you can give me a name.”

You rolled your eyes again and just as you opened your mouth to redirect him, your phone buzzed on the couch with an incoming message. Elliot managed to grab it before you could, and you let out a frustrated groan. At the very least, you’d saved Olivia’s contact as only an ‘L’ with a kissy faced emoji beside it.

“Knew it was a guy.” He grinned at you, finally giving the device back when you started physically fighting to get it back. “L… hmm… Liam? Landon? Lucas?” He tapped his chin as he hummed, “you’ve gotta tell me when I get it. What about…. Leonard!”

“Fuck off Elliot.” 

With your phone safely in hand, you shoved off the couch, retreating to your bedroom where you could continue to text your girlfriend in peace.

**

Olivia absolutely despised the precinct coffee. It was a well-known fact that it was crappy drip coffee provided to them, meaning it was probably the cheapest brand on the shelf. She’d been told that she would simply get used to it over time, but that time was definitely not anytime this decade. She wasn’t aware just how much she actually complained about it until she looked up from her desk to see your smiling face walking into the bull pen.

You dropped a bag of treats off with the desk sergeant, waving hello to the other few detectives that you knew before approaching her desk, leaning against it with your hip as you placed the tray in your hand down.

“Hey.” You greeted with a smile, squeezing at her hand. While some of the squad did know you were together, you still opted for professionalism, especially if it wasn’t your workplace.

“What are you doing here?”

“Brought you the good stuff.” You gestured to the tray, plucking one out to hand to her, “figured you could use a little pick me up.”

“What were you planning on doing if your brother was here?” She asked quietly, a small grin on her face at the thought that you were still more than willing to show up to surprise her.

“I’d come up with something.” You shrugged, “besides isn’t he in court today? He had the fancy tie on when he left for work.”

Olivia laughed, Fin snorted from beside you, saying a quick hi before he dug through the bag of goodies and you handed him a paper mug.

“You should stop by more often. Whenever you want.” He insisted, groaning over a sip of luxurious in comparison coffee, “you’re the better Stabler anyways.”

“Aww… flattery will get you everywhere Detective Tutuola.”

“What’s this?” A voice rang out from behind you and you tensed, the feeling becoming all too familiar, “surprise visit, one of those better be for me.”

You swiped the coffee from Fin’s hand as you turned around, bright smile on your face, “was just waiting for you! I didn’t realize you were in court today and I thought you could use a pick me up.”

“Thanks.” Elliot took the coffee from it, taking a swig and as he swallowed his eyes narrowed in Liv’s direction. You glanced from your brother to where his gaze landed, gulping nervously. “Why does hers have a heart on it?”

Liv glanced to the side of the cup, smiling at the hand drawn heart in a different colour than your name scrawled across the cup and shrugged, “barista must’ve thought she was cute.”

“Barista…” he turned back to you, small grin on his lips, “is that the mystery? Are you dating a barista?”

You glanced at your watch, “shit, would you look at that, my lunch break’s over. Gotta run, I’ll see you at home.”

“I’m right, aren’t I?” Elliot beamed as you glanced back to your girlfriend with apologetic eyes before scurrying from the bull pen. “Oh, come on! That’s how you’ve been affording the expensive beans isn’t it?” He was practically chasing you out of the room as you made a beeline for the elevator doors, trying to get in before they slid shut, unfortunately, Elliot was just as fast as you.

Back at her desk, Liv and Fin watched the whole thing while she shook her head at Elliot’s antics. Fin let out a sad sigh, his eyes lingering on where the other man had disappeared into the elevator.

“I was drinkin’ that…”

Olivia laughed, handing over her coffee.

**

“Fuck baby… don’t stop.” You groaned, your fingers twisting Liv’s hair tighter around them as her tongue swept through your pussy. 

She simply moaned against you in return; there was no way in hell she was letting up until you were coming undone under her. Your hips rocked up off the bed when you gasped and her mouth suctioned around your clit, tongue flicking it in various patterns. One of her hands snuck between your legs, two fingers sinking into your heat and you bit back a louder moan. 

“Shit…” you moaned, your body shivering, “feels, s-so good.”

Her fingers curled inside you, hitting that spot just right and your thighs trembled around her.

“C’mon baby.” She murmured, lips brushing against your cunt, “let go for me. I wanna see how many times I can make you come tonight.”

You nodded furiously as her fingers picked up the pace and her mouth returned to your swollen nub, it only took a few more strokes before she brought you to your peak, your body arching up off the bed. With a small chuckle and a wicked grin Liv kissed her way up your body, still palming between your legs.

“A promise is a promise; I’m far from done with you.”

“Good.” You grinned, tugging her down to you for a kiss, your tongue surging into her mouth, “but my turn first.”

In one swift movement you wrapped your leg around her waist and flipped her onto her back, your lips mapping out every inch of her skin while your hand sunk between her legs.

~

At the other end of the apartment, the door opened, swinging shut behind Elliot as he turned to lock it. The first thing he registered was a thunk echoing from down the hallway. His natural instinct was to go check it out, make sure you were okay and hadn’t broken or spilt anything. Then he noticed the second pair of shoes sitting beside yours that definitely weren’t your style, there was a plate of half-eaten cheesecake on the coffee table and two empty glasses of wine alongside it. The next sound he heard was your giggle, followed by a swear that morphed into a moan and he made the correct choice to not even go look down the hallway.

‘Good for her.’ He thought, picking up a pair of headphones to drown out whatever other noises might end up coming from your bedroom. Maybe now he’d be able to solve the mystery of the barista, name starting with an L.

~

“Christ, you are relentless.” Olivia chuckled breathlessly, collapsing into the pillows of your bed. Her entire body felt like jelly, exhausted with pleasure and satisfied with how many orgasms she’d managed to pull from you.

“You started it.” You grumbled softly, dropping onto her chest as her arm wrapped around you and she left a kiss on the top of your head.

“Maybe we should place bets more often.”

“I like your style detective.” You smirked, shifting up to kiss her, “you’ve left me absolutely parched, you want a water?”

“Please.” Smiling, she watched you slip from the covers, eyes raking over your naked body before you covered it with a robe and slipped out the bedroom door. 

Out of habit you closed it behind you and boy were you glad you did when you rounded the bend into the kitchen to spot Elliot over the breakfast bar on the couch. A heat of embarrassment shot up the back of your neck and into your cheeks, heart pounding again but for a totally different reason as you sidestepped to the cupboard. He nearly jumped at the sudden movement when you swung the cupboard open, yanking off the headphones.

“Hey.” You grimaced, quickly turning your back to him as you filled up the glasses, “sorry.”

“You’re an adult.” He replied with a shrug, “do I get an introduction?”

“Now?” You snorted, “yeah right.”

Picking up the glasses you raced back down the hallway before he could interrogate you any further, whipping the door shut behind you. Liv took one look at your face as you put down the water glasses and her eyes widened,

“Was that El?”

“Yup.” You nodded, your voice a hoarse whisper, hissing through the air. “I thought he was working tonight! He said he was gonna sleep at the precinct!”

“Shit.” She muttered, dropping back onto the bed and running a hand over her face. “I can’t stay tonight…”

“If you want to walk right past him to the door, be my guest!”

“Are you suggesting I go down the fire escape?!”

“No!” You let out an exasperated sigh, dropping down onto the edge of the bed, “fuck…”

“He really has no idea?” She asked, sitting up as she reached for your hand, stopping you from picking at your nails.

“No. He’s still as clueless as the day I dropped you off coffee.”

“Still thinks it’s a barista?”

“Yeah.” A puff of air left your lips as you looked up at her, “Liv I’m so sorry. I never should have convinced you into this.”

“It’s okay, we never get to spend time at your place.”

“No, I meant this��whole fucking mess.”

She stalled, eyes darting around your face, “sweetheart… I asked you out. I was the one doing the pursuing, and this isn’t a mess.” Her hand slid up your arm, squeezing at your shoulder, “besides, what was I supposed to do? Let Elliot stop me from dating you? Fat chance. You outrank him any day.”

You cast her a small smile and she tapped her finger on the tip of your nose. “You sound like Fin.” 

She laughed, quickly moving her hand to cover her mouth and your smile quickly reached your eyes. With a quick glance at the clock you did the mental math, 

“It’s late. He always showers before bed; we can sneak you out of here then.”

“God, I feel like I’m sixteen again.” She laughed softly as you raised a brow at her, “it’s exhilarating.”

You swatted her arm, “okay, but next time we’re at your place.”

“Agreed.” She leant in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

**

You and Olivia were twisted in her bedsheets in the late Sunday afternoon, the sun lowering in the horizon casting her bedroom in golden hue. You’d been at it most of the day, movies playing in the background while you went round for round between naps entangled in each other’s arms. It was safe to say that you’d both worked up quite the appetite, ordering in for what would be acting as dinner. Her lips brushed against yours again as they curved up into a grin, lazily kissing you as there was nowhere else either of you would rather be. Her phone vibrated on the nightstand and she blindly reached for it, hitting the button to buzz the driver upstairs. 

You let out a loud groan, attempting to roll away from her but her arm tightened around your center.

“Nope.”

“Liv,” you laughed tickling at her arm, “I need to pay the man, and I can’t answer the door naked.”

“Fine.” 

Reluctantly she let you slip from between the sheets, so you could tug on your panties and an oversized shirt she usually wore to bed. You dug through your purse for your wallet and padded through her apartment, getting to the door right as it was knocked on. Quickly unlatching the chain, you swung it open, only problem was the guy standing in front of you didn’t have any pizza in his hands.

“What are you doing here?” You asked your brother, taking a wary step back from the doorway.

“I’m here to see Liv.” He replied, not even recognizing the state of undress you were in, “what’re you doing here?”

“Waiting for my pizza.”

“Babe?” Liv called from the bedroom, “what’s the hold up? You need more cash?” She stepped into the living room tightening her robe with one hand while the other clutched her wallet, “I—” She froze at the sight of Elliot in her doorway. The realization finally fully crashed over you and your body tensed, glancing between the two of them, “El. Shit, hey.”

“You didn’t pick up your phone.” He said plainly, looking right past you.

“Yeah… I was a little busy.”

He glanced around the living room, as if he’d lost all of his years of experience as a detective and had no possible way of putting things together right now. 

“Movie night?” He asked, his voice creeping up in an unsure way.

You couldn’t help it, bursting out into laughter, “yeah, okay. You are not that dumb.” You turned to your girlfriend, a hand wrapping around her waist as you pulled her to you and planted a kiss on her lips, lingering longer than you normally would in a PDA situation, “let me know when the food’s here?”

“Yeah.” She murmured, flustered with heated cheeks.

Elliot shook his head as if coming back to life, “wait a minute. What the hell!?” He called after you, stepping into the apartment as you attempted to disappear into the bedroom, “hey! You get back here!”

“Can I at least put on some fucking pants?” You yelled back, yanking some shorts up your legs before returning back to the living room.

“What is going on here?” He asked, looking between the two of you, “I thought you were dating that barista.”

Olivia laughed and you dropped your face into your palm, muttering to yourself, “oh my god. There is no barista! There never was a barista.”

“What about the heart on the coffee cup?” He asked.

“I drew that… for Liv.” You gestured towards her and she smiled sheepishly.

“You had a guy in your room a week ago!”

It was your turn to blush as Olivia let out a small chuckle, “wasn’t a guy…”

Elliot’s eyes widened for a second as it finally dawned on him, “how long has this been going on?”

You and Liv glanced at each other before you spoke, “like… six months.”

“Six… six months?” He dropped down onto the couch behind him, “so all those late nights? You sneaking back in?”

“I was… with her.” You shrugged.

Elliot turned to Olivia, “every time you opted out of drinks? Took off early…”

“I was defiling your little sister, correct.” She smirked; you barked out a laugh and Elliot pulled a face.

“Listen, El…” you started, “could you spare us the lecture, at least until Monday?”

“Lecture?” He looked up at you and you raised your hands.

“The lecture you give me anytime I date someone, the ‘I’m a cop I’ll hunt you down’ threats you give my partners….”

“I mean they are kinda redundant now. I’ve got my own gun.” Liv commented, now completely free of any embarrassment she was totally ready to tease the hell out of her partner.

“I think I’m just… shocked.” He stated, slowly piecing together his words, “I spend every single day with the two of you, how the hell did I not pick up on it?”

“We were careful.” You suggested, “I didn’t want you getting pissed, doing something stupid that made us fight and you be a total ass to Liv at work.”

“Something stupid?”

“Like forbid us from seeing each other?” Liv offered.

“I, eugh, no.” He shook his head, “even if I tried…”

“Wouldn’t be possible.” The two of you finished in tandem.

He let out a heavy sigh, rubbing both hands over his face before he leant back into the couch, taking a second to think things over. He looked to you first,

“Are you happy?”

“Inescapably.” You couldn’t help the giant smile that took over your face.

He nodded, glancing over to Liv, “and you’re treating her right?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, she deserves the world.” She replied, unable to tear her eyes away from you as she spoke with a dreamy look in her eyes.

Elliot hummed, sitting forward, “okay, fine.” He shrugged, “it’s not like I have any say anyways.”

“Okay, great.” You lunged forward, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him up to standing, “now would you get out of here so we can enjoy the rest of our weekend?”

He was almost considering protesting but there was another knock on the door and he was well aware it was the takeout you’d been expecting. With a final sigh he glanced between the two of you,

“Fine. But you keep it down at our place, I don’t want to hear anything to see any gross PDA.”

“That will literally never happen again as long as you keep the calendar updated with your actual schedule!” You pointed out.

“And you’re coming to family dinner next week.” He pointed to Olivia, “no more excuses, no more hiding.” His eyes landed back on you as you slowly backed him toward the door, “and no more secrets, okay? There shouldn’t be any reason you have to lie to me.”

“Okay.” You nodded, pulling open the door and he stalled one more time in front of the very confused delivery guy.

“And one more thing.”

“Elliot!” Olivia groaned with an eye roll, stepping forward to usher him out of the apartment.

“You two take this,” he handed over the boxes, “I’m paying, an apology for barging in on your night.”

He swung the door shut before either of you had any time to protest, finally leaving you in peace. Liv flicked the lock to make sure he wouldn’t have any last-minute interjections and took your hand.

“Well… that’s that.”

“Yeah.” You lifted your head, smiling brightly at her.

“Could’ve been worse.”

“Definitely.” You laughed, “he could’ve come home extra early last week and caught us on the couch.”

“Remind me to never take my clothes off anywhere but your bedroom ever again.”

“What about the shower?” You raised a brow and she grinned at you.

“Is that a question or a request?”

“I’m a sucker for hacks on how to save on my water bill.”

“Suggestion heard and granted.” Liv wrapped her arm around your waist, the takeout left forgotten on the coffee table as her lips captured yours in a kiss, a low growl coming from her throat as she started backing you down the hallway.

It didn’t matter what Elliot thought, it didn’t matter what anyone thought. As long as the two of you were happy and having a good time, everything was wonderful. And when you finally collapsed into her bed that night, bodies aching in the best way possible as you tangled your limbs together, soft ‘I love you-s’ whispered in the dark, you knew there was no place more meant for you to be.

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[swordymacaroni]

Break Up With ME, I'm Bored -_-

summary- how do the jjk men react to you saying "lets break up"(as a joke)?

pairings- nanami x reader, sukuna x reader, toji x reader, geto x reader

warnings- swearing, suggestive?, threats of murder

requested by-@hrts4hanniehae

NANAMI

“noooooo! come backkk” you protest as you sleepily tug on nanami’s arm. you’re both nestled in warm, cozy sheets. that is, until nanami’s alarm beckons him to go do his fuckass job.

nanami looks down at you, his hair mussed and sticking up, a boyish smile softening his features. “can’t sweetheart. i have work. not all of us can be this abhorrently clingy.”

he leans over to kiss your forehead before he sees your eyebrows draw together. you pull the covers over you, thoughtful. 

“what, honey?”

“oh, nothing, ken. you’re right. i’m too clingy and i’m hindering your career. we should break up.”

no alarm clock could wake kento up as fast as that statement did. 

“what? honey, no. oh god, please don’t. i would never mean it like that. you’re-you’re what makes me want to come home after a long day, I couldn’t-wouldn’t do this without you here, sweetheart-”

your cackle interrupts his panicked speech. 

“kennn. i was kidding! go get ready, you’re going to be late.”

he simply lies back down, pulling you into his arms. “go to work? after that? i certainly don’t think so.”

he sends a quick text to his team that he won’t be able to make it today due to an emergency of the utmost importance.

he lounges with you until noon, talking about nothing and everything,  before he makes you  pancakes, caging you between him and the stove, pressing kisses to your shoulders every once in a while.

you assure him that he does, in fact make enough time for you, and he’s free to go to work tomorrow. he asks if you’re sure at least ten times before he agrees.

(he takes you on a two week trip to malasia the very next day)

───⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ───

SUKUNA

you stare at sukuna as he sips his tea or (it doesn’t look or smell like tea, but you’ll be happier not knowing what it actually is). 

“what?” he asks without sparing you a glance.

“can i come to the advisory meeting with you?”

“why?”

“because… uh, it’s fun and i like hearing people’s perspectives.”

He smirks. "or is it because you follow me every waking breath?”

you squint. “wow, ok. say that when i break up with you and move to the other side of the country.”

he sips his tea. “no.”

“excuse me?”

his hand comes up to cup your nape, eyes holding yours captive. “you simply cannot escape me. every place you go. i come along. every home you make. i adorn it for you. every man you touch.” his eyes darken. “i erase for you.”

“hey sukuna so what the fuck?”

he brings your hand to his mouth, nipping at your fingers almost threateningly. “you will join me for my advisory meeting. and then for dinner. and then for my evening stroll. i require you beside me at all times. all the time.”

───⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ───

TOJI

you chuck a pillow at toji, which he deflects without looking up from where he’s cleaning his gun.

“oh my gosh! if you spent as much time with me as you do with the gun, i’d be pregnant with twins by now,” you pout.

he casts you a sidelong glance. “i can make that happen.”

you let out a shriek of frustration. “put the gun down and come upstairs.“

he tuts. “can't have you getting so needy on me, girl. how do I function with you being a koala?.”

your mouth falls open. “wow. ok. expect my side of the bed to be empty tomorrow. you shall receive an invitation to my wedding with a tall funny finance bro.”

toji laughs, but it has an edge to it. “won’t happen, doll.”

you jut out your lower lip. “hell you mean it won’t? i totally have game, you know-”

“it won’t because every man you look at will end up with a hole in his head. i don’t think you’d want that.”

he cocks his gun nonchalantly. 

“ toji. You know you’re psychotic, right?”

he grins before planting a wet kiss on your cheek. “the better to love you with, doll.”

───⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ───

GETO

you throw your arms around geto with a little sound of joy. he has to drop his cup of coffee to catch you. he tuts, his arms still around your waist. “come on, pretty. so needy you can’t even wait for me to literally enter the house and put my drink down?”

you stiffen as you untangle yourself from him, sighing. “You’re right, geto.”

“he frowns. “geto? what happened to sugu?”

you shrug. “i can’t call my to-be ex sugu.”

his entire body tenses as he looks down at you. “i’m sorry?”

you tug on a strand of your hair. “oh you know, you don’t want me to be so obsessed with you, so i’ll have to respect your boundaries and break up.”

his hands are threaded in your hair as he’s backing you up against the wall. “no, pretty. you’re not leaving. not like this. not ever. you want me to carry you around the village and kiss you like the world is ending in front of my followers? done. no second thoughts.  you want me to abandon them and become a hermit with you for the rest of time? fucking absolutely. just don’t want those words to leave your pretty mouth again.”

you open and close your mouth, shocked. “sugu, I was literally just joking…”

he hums noncomitally as he saunters away. “pass me the mop, pretty? have to clean up some coffee.”

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a/n- this is butt booty cheeks but uhh

[calabasas-xo]

Late Nights

//pairing: jason todd x reader

//warning: softcore smut, but nothing (too) exciting. also, i didn't edit shit

For normal people, consistently lying awake in the early hours of the morning and refusing to sleep properly before 7 am were habits generally considered "very bad." For you, it was part of what happened when you had a vigilante for a boyfriend.

Jason Todd was, in every way, a bat. Despite his most fervent protests.

His prime hours were always at night. He would suit up in the early hours of the night, leave to do god knew what at wherever, and came back closer to the early morning hours. 4 am was quite honestly generous by his standards. His sleeping hours were sporadically scattered throughout most of the day, because when he did get back in those early morning hours, it wasn't all that often he would go straight to sleep.

More often than not, especially after long, late hours at work, you would fall asleep waiting for him to come back home. You'd always wake up quietly. The door would creak open slightly and shut just as softly. You would hear his heavy footsteps padding across the floor, his tired body sinking right into the mattress you had talked about replacing for ages. He never turned the lights on in an effort to not wake you. He always woke you up by accident anyway. One muscular arm, always littered with random scrapes and bruises, would wrap around your waist, easily tugging your smaller body closer until your back was pressed up right against his chest. The other arm would sneak under you, enveloping you in a warm embrace. His face buried itself into the crook of your neck, and you would feel him inhale and exhale softly. You always woke up when you felt it.

After that was the fun part.

The second you'd turn around, eyes bleary and half open, you would see a glint of his smile in the dark. Not too many words would be exchanged aside from a sorry I woke you up from his end before your hand would reach up to brush away his hair from his face and pull it down gently to meet your lips with his. And that's when you would really feel him smile. And you would feel him really get happy. Not long after that, the oversized T-shirt you wore to bed would slip right off, his hard, strong body would press down onto yours, and his hips would rhythmically grind against yours down onto the crumpled cotton sheets beneath you til you were both a lot more vocal than before. You honestly didn't know why he made all that effort to be quiet and not wake you when you almost always ended up in this position, or many.

The sun's rays would peak through your blinds to disturb your sleep again, and you would internally curse the mere idea of getting your head off his chest. Somehow, in the morning, the nook you claimed curled up against him was ten times more enticing to stay in than it was at night. The warmth he provided felt much better than the cold and dreary weather that awaited you outside. If you had it your way, you would never leave. Jason would make a feeble attempt to grab your wrist and pull you back beneath the sheets as he felt you getting up, whispering pleas of five more minutes that you would use the entirety of your willpower to deny him, knowing that once you fell back into him, you would never get back up. You would run your fingers through the white streak in his hair and press a kiss to his forehead in apology before pulling on your clothes and moving to get ready for the day. You'd always show up to work with a large coffee, extra shots of espresso, and irritatingly fatigued - yet, you somehow never minded. The nights you had with him were the times you were both truly together, truly alone in silence with nothing and no one to interrupt. You cursed his schedule sometimes, you cursed yourself in the mornings after feeling how tired you were, and yet somehow, you still never truly regretted a single one of those nights.

They were yours and they were his, and that's all that really mattered.

[zulashi-the-writer]

Katsuki Bakugo🧨

Husband Katsuki: he would be the husband that would come home and grumble a 'hello' while taking off his boots before falling into your arms keeping you from whatever chore or work you are busy with, his hands would leave ash stains on your clothes and his hair would tickle your nose as he nozzled into your neck and after resting his eyes for about five minutes he'd get up without a word and head for the bathroom to shower (he'll never protest if you want to join him).

Husband Katsuki: would take his days to cook very seriously double checking the grocery three times and getting extras just in case he would plant you down onto the couch wrapped up in a warm blanket, book in your lap and wine in your hand as well as soft music playing in the background (while the kitchen is a warzone) he loves you he loves cooking for you but he stresses himself out trying to make everything perfect.

Husband Katsuki: when it comes to decorating your house you get to decorate everything but the kitchen, you can add a thing or two but whatever he says goes (so he thinks) he gets the best and most expensive he liked to show off and brag to whoever you invited over (he almost immediately leads them to the kitchen) he keeps all of it spotless, Denki said he would eat off the floor (which he then did).

Husband Katsuki: Kat would go into full overdrive mode when you show him the positive pregnancy test he'd switch between happy and oh I'm not ready to be a father then to I'm not going to be a good father, he would only calm down when you hug him, then starts the babying, he does all the chores before you wake up in the morning takes over your days to cook and always carries you back to your seat when he sees you wanna do something other then nap, he doesn't change your diet he's not that much of a monster (he knows you'd whoop his ass).

Husband Katsuki: would be a very attentive parent, he would be the one to push you back to sleep and go check on the baby late at night, he would be the dad carrying her on his shoulders as you go on a walk or grocery shopping, he'd volunteer at every school outing and come to every parent meeting smiling as all the other students gawk at him making sure to show off his child.

[sudsnribbons]

My girl| D.W

Girldad!Dean Winchester x Babysitter!Reader

MDNI

Wordcount: 3,054

Warnings: One (1) use of Y/N, Use of pet names, Filth, Teasing!Dean, Fluff, SMUTT, Jealous!Dean, Overstimulation, Creampie, Unprotected pinv, First 'I love you', Use of daddy, Daddy kink, Brief mention of Naive!Reader, DBF!Dean, Age gap (reader is 20, Dean is late 30s), Possessive!Dean, Oral (f & m rec), Belt as restraint, I think that's all! lmk

A/N: Went to the pool while on vacation, all I could think about was Dean Winchester, Thus ' My girl ' was born. Straight jorkin' my it. Written as a part two to this, but can be read as a standalone!

Since that night, Dean has tried everything in his power to stay close to you. So here you were, every Wednesday and Sunday, in his home watching his little girl. Sometimes it was more often, that is if you didn’t work that day, but 2 days a week steadily. You quickly fell into the routine Dean had set up in his home. Wake up Cassie at 7, so she could have breakfast by 8, and be out the door by 9. Dean would leave for work at 10, and be back at 6-7 depending on the day. Cassie would come home from school at 3, and have a bath and dinner by 6, so Dean could tuck her in when he came home. He watched how you cared for not just Cassie, but him too. Always a fresh plate of food, tucked away just for him to have when he got off. The way the house was cleaner than it was when he left. And the way you fit just perfectly into his little family.

Today was a warm Sunday. You had texted Dean to ask if he minded for you and Cassie to go swim. When he said he didn’t mind, you packed up a tote bag full of everything you would need at the pool. After you had gotten Cassie dressed in her swimsuit, you changed into a black ruffle one piece with skinny straps. In the woven bag, you packed snacks and sandwiches, sunscreen, and an extra change of clothes for Cassie. Grabbing everything, you put the extra car seat into your back seat, and packed everything up. “You ready to go swim kiddo?” You asked the girl as you buckled her in, “Mhm gonna play mermaids!” She said excitedly. “Yes we are!” You smiled at the child, closing the car door and getting in, turning the ignition. 

It wasn’t a long drive to the pool, maybe 20 or so minutes. Dean had messaged you that he was trying to get off early to come by, but wasn’t sure if he’d make it. Texting back a reply, you grabbed the tote bag, and a hold of Cassie’s little hand and walked to the gate. A few families scattered across the public pool. You and Cassie opted for a quieter corner by the kiddie pool. Taking off your cover-up, you sat on the edge of the shallow pool as you watched Cassie play.

 A few minutes had passed, when a little boy, around Cassie’s age approached her to play. Being the sweetheart she is, she quickly accepted the offer and the two of them splashed around. “Tucker, what’cha doin’ over here buddy?” A man around Dean’s age came after the little boy, “Playing daddy.” The boy mumbled and the man smiled at him. “Sorry for the incordial invite, I’m Cole.” You awkwardly smiled at his attempt to introduce himself. Introducing yourself, you gestured to the little girl. “This is Cassie.” You muttered, glancing over to her. “This is Tucker, it seems like you already met him though.” He said through a laugh and you smiled, “Yep, I think they are playing mermaids.” You smiled as you attempted to make small talk. “Is she yours?” Cole asked and you shook your head, “No, she's a great kid, but I’m just babysitting.” He nodded. 

The two of you talked for a bit as the kids played. “I’m hungry.” Cassie said, tugging on the ruffle of your swimsuit, “Me too.” Tucker said, swimming up to Cassie. “I have sandwiches in my bag, he’s welcome to have one.” You offered and Cole nodded, “That would be great, thanks.” The kids sat on the edge of the pool, stuffing their little faces full of PB&J sandwiches. You and Cole sat not far, on the chairs behind them. 

The whole time Cole had been subtly flirting, but maybe you were too naive to realize. But you definitely realized when he asked, “You got a boyfriend or something?”. At first you didn’t know how to answer. No you don’t have a boyfriend, but. Or maybe, Not officially but I did sleep with the dad I babysit for. No not that either, instead you responded with this, “It’s complicated.”. Cole nodded, “Right, it’s one of those.”. At first you were taken aback, sitting back with your eyebrows knitted together, “What do you mean ‘one of those’?” It’s always better to ask, than assume, but unfortunately this time, your assumption was correct. “One of those, ‘It’s complicated’, ‘I lead men on’ situations.”. You swore you saw red, but before you could answer, someone answered for you. “I’m not being led on. I think she just don’t wanna hurt your feelings buddy.” Dean muttered from behind you. Your face flushed with embarrassment at the situation. “Ain’t that right sweetheart?” Dean asked, turning your face to look at him you nodded. “See, not complicated at all.” Cole stood up from the chair in front of you, clearly taking the hint. Both him and Tucker walked away. 

Cassie stood up, sandwich still in hand, to greet her father. “Daddy!” She shrieked, hugging his leg. “Hey baby girl, you havin’ a good time?” He asked, dropping his hand to cup her head, “Mhm! We played mermaids.” Dean smiled at the little girl, “That’s great baby.” Dean looked over at you, “You havin’ a good time sweetheart?” Not trusting your voice, all you could do was smile and nod.

Coming back home after the pool, you gave Cassie a bath. Afterwards, the two of you started on dinner. “How do you feel about homemade pizza?” You asked the little girl, “So good.” She answered. You mixed up the dough and allowed it to rise. Cassie rolled out, or tried to roll out the dough as you cut up the pepperonis and shredded the cheese. As you and Cassie prepped in the kitchen, Dean waltzed in with his signature charm, “What are my girls makin’ for dinner?”. Your face flushed hot at the mention. “Pizza!” Cassie said excitedly as she mushed her hands into the dough. Dean took notice of your reaction to his words. Coming up behind you and rolling up the sleeves of the hoodie you put on after the pool, “Makin’ a mess of this poor sweater baby.”. Dean knew the effect he had on you, and the way your face turned a now bright shade of red, it was even more evident. 

Dinner had come and gone, Cassie insisted on having her pizza by the slice and not cut up this time. Inevitably, despite her being a ‘big girl’ Dean still had to cut it up. One little girl tucked into bed later, you and Dean started to clean up the kitchen. “What was that about earlier?” You asked Dean as he cleared the plates into the trash. “What was what?” He shrugged it off, knowing what you meant by the question. “At the pool Dean..” You trailed off, wiping up stray flour from earlier. “Why j’want his number or somethin’?” He asked defensively. You stood up, “No–Dean of course not.” You muttered, tossing the dish towel on the counter. “Okay then what’s the problem?” He asked, crossing his arms. God. His arms. Practically bursting out of his t-shirt. “I’ve just–I’ve never seen you so jealous.” His eyes went darker at your realization. “Don’t like sharin’” He muttered, growling almost.

Your eyes went wide at his admission, and your panties got started to soak through the white lace hidden beneath your shorts. “What? Did j’like that sweetheart?” He watched as you squirmed under his gaze, stepping towards you. “Like when I talk dirty to you baby?” Dean echoed, caging you in. His hands dipped down to your waist, grip tight on you as he hoisted you onto the counter. “Dean–” You whimper under his touch. “Ah ah pretty girl–wanna watch you squirm for me.” Dean chuckled lowly, brushing your hair off your neck and to the side. He pressed his lips to your neck, days old stubble scratching against your soft skin. Trailing down your neck Dean worked skillfully, pressing his palm between your thighs. “You like when I call you mine don’t ya?” He teased, rubbing his thumb over the center of your shorts while you stifled a moan. 

The ghost of his touch was enough to drive you crazy. Squirming under him, all you needed was his touch. Something, more. “Dean please–” You whined, looking up at him with blown pupils. “Please what baby?” He teased, knowing his effect on you. “Touch me..” You begged, “Oh but I am touchin’ ya sweet girl.” Dean pet your hair, rubbing his other thumb across your cheek. “Gotta tell me what you want..” He mocked, wanting you to say it. “You Dean–anything.” He smirked with that signature cocky grin of his, satisfied with your answer. “We’re gonna do this right this time, okay?” He asked and you nodded, not entirely sure what he meant by that, but trusting him nonetheless. Pulling your legs around his waist, you took the hint and wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in his neck. Dean wasted no time picking you up off the counter, without any sign of struggle, like you weighed practically nothing. 

Taking you down the hall and into his bedroom, he laid you down on his bed. “I’ve never been in here before.” You muttered, watching him pull his shirt over his head, leaving it to pool in the floor. “First time for everything.” He smiled down at you, still clad in your too-big sweatshirt and tiny little sleep shorts that you changed into after the pool. Sinking a knee into the bed, he crawled up to you, still in his jeans. “Wearin’ too many clothes.” He muttered from above you. Helping him strip you down, you laid in his bed covered only by the lace of your underwear. Your arms instinctively shoot up to cover yourself and he tsked, “Too pretty to be hidin’ like that sugar.” 

Pulling your hands from your chest, he held your wrists above your head. “You like to be tied up?” Dean asked and your face flushed red, “I don’t–I don’t know.” You mumbled quietly, voice almost in a whisper. “You wanna try pretty girl? S’okay if you don’t want me to.” He reassured you, your wrist still in his hold. “Yes, I trust you.” A dark grin spread over his face at your words. Wasting no more time, he pulled his belt from his jeans with his free hand. Retrieving the leather in one fluid movement. With skilled hands, he wraps the leather belt around your wrists, then the headboard. Pulling the slack, so you were restrained. “Too tight?” He asked, and you shook your head, “No t’s good.” You said shyly, your whole body on display. “God you’re so pretty sprawled out for me.” He said under his breath. Sinking down further to the end of the bed, he hooked his arms under your thighs. Pressing a wet, open-mouth kiss to your lace-clad core. “This where you need me sweetheart?” You choked out a moan, “Yes–god please Dean.” He grinned, pulling the fabric to the side. His tongue dipped into you and he groaned against your heat. Getting immediately hypnotised by the way you writhed beneath him, and your taste on his tongue.

You pulled against the restraints, but of course had no luck. All you could do was lie there, and take it. Dean grinded into the plush of the mattress, drawing out groans from both you and him. With a scream of his name you came. Dean didn’t let up, no, this was for his enjoyment, he was marking what was his. “Please Dean–I can’t” You cried out, and he lapped mercilessly. His eyes met yours, sending you over the edge again. White heat hitting like a wave, harder than just minutes ago. Sitting up, Dean drug the back of his palm against his mouth, wiping the slick from his now puffy lips. “Too much?” He asked face flushed. You weakly shook your head, thighs still shaking with the after shock from your orgasm. “God it was perfect.” You said breathlessly, chest heaving up and down. Dean leaned over you, untangling you from the leather and the headboard. Discarding his belt to the floor, he brought your wrists to his mouth, kissing the red marks from the belt. “Did so good for me princess.” He muttered, dropping your wrists and leaning down to kiss your lips. His tongue dipped in your mouth and you moaned against the kiss, at the taste of yourself mixed with him. The kiss made you dizzy. 

Just as Dean started to unbutton his jeans, to give you what you really wanted, a cry was heard from upstairs. Cassie. Dean quickly buttoned up his jeans, and you grabbed his shirt from the floor, pulling it on as you both ran up the steps. “You okay baby girl?” He asked, brushing the top of Cassie’s head. Her puffy eyes looked up at you standing in the doorway. “Bad dream.” She mumbled, your heart ached at her little face as Dean held her close. 

—

Following that night, you and Cassie had come up with a fun activity to do while Dean was at work. Heading out to Michael’s, one little girl in tow. You bought a plain white shirt and some fabric markers. One quick stop to Mcdonald’s and a happy meal later, you and Cassie sat at the kitchen table with markers strewn out over the table. Cassie scribbled on the white t-shirt. “Daddy’s gonna be home soon, you almost done?” You asked the little girl as she added her last finishing touches. Her little tongue darted past her lips in concentration as she finished. “Done!” Cassie said proudly. “Looks so good kiddo! He’s gonna love it.” You smiled back at her, as she beamed up at you. 

—

Dean came home a bit later, dropping his keys in the dish as he kicked off his boots at the door. “Where are my girls?” He yelled out, his voice echoing through the house. Heading into the kitchen he saw the shirt laid neatly on the table. Colorful scribbles decorated the shirt and a picture of a family adorned the bottom. Arrows pointed at the stick figures. Dean first, Cassie in the middle, and you. He smiled at the drawing on the fabric and headed to the living room. You and Cassie were curled up on the couch, various snacks scattered on the coffee table in front of you. The little girl had her head resting on your shoulder as she hummed, sound asleep. “Got through Frozen, and like half of Pochahontas.” You smiled up at Dean as he leaned down, uncovering the little girl so he could pick her up. “Sounds like you two had fun, huh?” He asked as his arms snaked under Cassie’s sleeping frame, before standing up. “Mhm, she said she wanted to make something for daddy, then we had a movie night.” His face went hot at your words. He felt like something was awoken in him the way that slipped off your lips. Like he shouldn’t have the reaction he did.

“M’gonna take her to her room, I’ll be back.” He muttered, his face unreadable. For a second you were worried, until you realized what had made him react the way he did. He disappeared down the hall, to tuck Cassie in, before walking heavily down the steps. He walked past you, heading to the fridge in the kitchen. His hand wrapped around the thin neck of a glass bottle. Popping off the top, and walking over to the couch. He plopped down and sunk into the couch, his legs spread wide and your throat went dry. You watched as he brought the bottle to his lips and threw his head back for a drink. He sighed out as he swallowed. “Long day?” You asked, scooting closer to Dean as he wrapped his arm around you, “Sweetheart you have no idea.” He muttered like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. And you? All you wanted to do was take a little of that load off him, in more ways than one. Sinking to your knees, between his legs you fumble with his belt. “Shit–what’re you doin’ baby?” He asked as he sunk a little deeper into the couch, his grasp so tight on the neck of that bottle it's a wonder it didn't break.

“Just relax Dean, let me take care of you.” He groans at your words, throwing his head back to rest on the edge of the couch as your lips wrapped around the head of his cock. “Fuck–” He cursed under his breath as you took him in your mouth inch by inch. Tortuously slow, sinking further and further down until your nose brushed against the patch of hair at the base of his cock. “Jesus–fuck.” He whined out, hips bucking up. Pulling off him with a pop, you looked up at him with glassy eyes. Bringing your thumb to your lips, you wiped off spit from around your mouth.

Crawling into his lap, you hover over him as he takes hold of your hips. Pulling your underwear to the side, he guides you down onto his cock. Spearing you onto him, you gasp “Fuck–daddy please.” You whine out and Dean swore he saw God. His cock twitched at your words as you sunk down onto him. “Goddamn you’re gonna kill me if you keep talking like that.” He groaned, grinding down your hips onto him. His pace picked up, thrusting up into you, “Daddy–I’m so–Fuck–Close.” You cried out as you rode him, “C’mon baby let go for me.” His words egged you on as you came. Vision giving out for a moment at the velocity. You slumped against him as he pumped up into you a few more times before spilling inside of you. He groaned as he came down from his high, looking down at you before your eyes met his. “I love you Dean.” You muttered, eyes brimmed with tears. Dean just smiled warmly at your admission, “Love you too sweetheart.”.

And now, his dream came true, and his little family was finally complete. 

[otamotone-dnp]

my tit show is in a week!!!! 🥳🤩🎉

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

one thing abt being disabled/chronically ill that some people don’t get is that sometimes body maintenance that ensures you have the absolute minimum amount of function can also be something that takes away a lot of control and autonomy. you can argue till the cows come home that making those decisions to try and help yourself (or realistically to try to make sure things aren’t worse than they already are) is something that exhibits control and autonomy and stuff, but they can be so limiting in practice because they’re things that take up so much time but have to be done to do anything else

[sluttyten]

I still have 5 hours left in my shift 😭😭😭

[linophrynelight]

When I show people my bullet journal their primary emotion seems to be... Fear? Everyone knows I'm a weird little control freak but they don't realize how bad it is until I whip out the bujo. Like yes I do color code every hour of my life and I can tell you exactly how many hours of cardio I did this year and how many times I checked my tire pressure or used retinol

I definitely take it too far sometimes and burn myself out trying to be ~productive~ enough. I've been trying to figure out how to consciously make room for more fun in my life, which is tricky bc I need clear goals and solid deadlines or it'll never happen (example 1: this "art blog" I never post any original art to), but I don't want to take it too far and turn my hobbies into more chores...

I'm thinking for 2025 I'll add "artworks made" to my tracker page? And maybe I'll schedule some time to visit art museums -- specific exhibits so there's a set external deadline. Just casually slipping art stuff into my to-do list and calendar so that I'll think about it every week and eventually make space for it. The planning equivalent of putting the recycling in front of my door so I physically cannot forget to take it out lol. Let's see if it works

[aethercoreheart]

caleb | 1:22 am

Your pillow is buzzing. Why is it buzzing? You groan and reach underneath your pillow, grasping at your phone. You pull it out, sit up in bed and blink at it. Caleb's name flashes across the screen. You swipe your finger across it.

"Caleb?"

There's a pause before the voice on the other end coughs awkwardly.

"Uh... is this... Pipsqueak?"

You're immediately alert. The voice doesn't belong to Caleb.

"Who is this?" you demand, your voice still thick with sleep.

"You were listed as this guy, Caleb's, emergency contact," the voice explains. "He's at the bar. We've had to cut him off. Can you come get him? We close in, like, half an hour."

You're immediately out of bed, pulling sweatpants and a hoodie on. "Oh my god, of course, I'm on my way."

You're stuffing your feet into shoes when you hear someone slurring his words in the background. "Hey, that's my phone, gi-gi-give it back!"

---

"You're too nice to him, my wife would have made me sleep and sober up outside."

You chuckle at the taxi driver's remark. You were lucky to flag down a cab at this time in the night. The driver had asked you were you were going so late, and you had explained everything to him. You and Caleb had been giving each other the silent treatment for two days now. It was over something stupid. He had left one of his unfinished models lying around on the floor in your apartment and you hadn't seen it - you had ended up stepping on it - on accident, of course - but you had never seen Caleb so upset. It ended with him storming out of your apartment and no calls or texts from him for the last couple of days. You had thought about apologizing first, but had decided he was being childish and that he would approach you when he was ready. But it turns out that he had decided to drown his sorrows in alcohol. You had known that he likes to drink socially once in a while, but he's never been totally wasted before - not like this. You wanted to seem calm and collected, but inside, your anxiety is tearing you up. Is Caleb okay?

The driver slows down and pulls up to the bar. He meets your eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Go get him, I'll wait here."

You thank him, and head inside the bar. The glass door is already locked, but you knock a couple of times, and a staff member appears from behind the bar and lets you in.

"Sorry," he apologizes, scratching the back of his head. "We would have sent him home in a cab but he wouldn't tell us his address. He kept saying he wanted 'Pipsqueak'. He's a regular here so we really didn't want to let him wander home by himself."

You nod at the bartender. "Thank you. Where is he?"

He points at one of the corner booths with his thumb. You make a beeline for it, and see Caleb, lying across the booth's cushion. His cheeks are flushed red and he's snoring lightly, his hand gripping his phone.

You shake him gently to wake him. "Caleb, let's go home."

He groans and lifts his head slowly. "Please, leave me alone. I have... I have a..." His eyes open and they widen when they meet yours. "Pipsqueak," he whispers.

You place a hand on his cheek. "Let's get you home, okay?"

---

It was a mission to get Caleb in the cab, even with the help of the bartender. It's an even bigger mission to get him into your apartment building and up the stairs. But you manage to do it, and get him inside the apartment without incident.

Almost there!

You practically haul him to your room, and push him onto the bed. He flops onto it like a ragdoll, one arm and both his legs hanging off the sides.

You stare at him, hands on your hips, panting quietly. "Well, that can't be too comfortable."

You take a few moments to catch your breath before you decide to tackle his jeans and shoes - they come off easily enough, and then you get to work on his shirt. His eyes are still closed and he's muttering something softly, but you can't take the time to figure out what he's saying. You start to put on some shorts for him, but it's awkward and you only manage to get one leg in.

"Caleb, Caleb." You squeeze one of his knees to wake him again. "I need your help, sit up for a little bit."

This seems to rouse him and Caleb lets out a low groan and rises slowly.

"Okay, let's just get these shorts on."

Caleb is still for a few moments, and you think he's fallen asleep again while sitting up. But he mumbles something almost imperceptible, and you almost miss it. He's saying your name.

You look up at him from where you're crouching next to the bed, and meet his bloodshot eyes. There are tears forming at their corners.

You're startled - you're not used to seeing him cry. "Caleb? What's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry," he whispers. You can smell the alcohol in his breath. "I was so stupid. I'm sorry."

A lump in your throat forms and you have to turn away before he can see the tears in your own eyes. You clear your throat before speaking again. "Let's talk about it in the morning, okay? Just get in the shorts and then we can go to bed."

Caleb nods, and pulls his shorts up so that they're on properly. You breathe a sigh of relief, and help him get under the covers of the bed.

You go about settling down for the night again, making sure the front door is locked, all lights are off, and placing a packet of headache medication and a glass of water on the nightstand next to Caleb's side of the bed.

You slide in under the covers next to him, and notice that he's still awake, his eyes struggling to focus on you.

"Pipsqueak," he mutters, his eyelids fluttering. "Please, don't be mad at me any more."

You smile at him, amused at the fact that he fought to stay awake to tell you that. You brush the hair away from his forehead with your hand and plant a small kiss on it. Caleb sighs, and he closes his eyes, surrendering to sleep.

"You're the one who didn't call or text for two days, dumbass," you mumble, knowing that you'll go unheard. You don't care. You continue raking your hands through his hair as he snores softly.

[freaktoru]

DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH ME BABY!

✰ pairing: nanami kento x fem!reader ✰ summary: after several sexless months of a very vanilla marriage, nanami kento learns how his slutty wife actually likes to be fucked. wc; 4.1k ✰ warnings: food play, a tiny bit of ass play, dirty talk, unprotected sex, praise, fingering, pet names, very light bondage, hair pulling, some very sweet after care, nanami is soo addicted to his wife, honestly just pure filth. 18+ MDNI

your sex life with your husband was basically dead—buried so deep, it felt like it might never come back.

i mean, you shouldn't be surprised right? when you got married, everyone warned you it would be this way. “just wait until the honeymoon phase is over”, “wait until work gets in the way”, “wait until you start sleeping in separate beds” they told you. although you thankfully hadn’t made it to the third phase yet, you didn't believe them—at least not at first.

the first few months of your marriage felt purely euphoric—like a drug you just couldn't get enough of. you were bathing in the seemingly never ending marital bliss, convinced that nothing could have come between you and your husband— at least not when the two of you were fucking like animals in heat, absolutely devouring each other no matter where the pair of you were. well, it seems life has a way of being deceiving, doesn't it?

so here you were, only one year into your marriage and somehow, sex had completely fallen off your marriage itinerary. you don’t even know how it happened. your work lives took over, and the honeymoon rush had slowly but surely died out. your daily orgasms slowly turned into weekly orgasms which eventually turned into none. the number of times you and your husband have had sex in the last few months has been a big, fat, zero. your revised daily routine now looked a little like this: wake up, breakfast, work, dinner, sleep. exciting right?

kento was a very busy man—you couldn't blame him. he was always working overtime, always being pushed past his limits by his boss and always coming home completely and utterly exhausted. but that didn't change the stark reality—your marriage had become painfully sexless, and severely depressing. and you’d endured months of this silent, dry torture before you finally stepped up and decided you had had enough.

you and nanami were a picture perfect couple—that much was obvious from just looking at the two of you. you had the perfect wedding, the perfect house and perfect vanilla sex. though, despite its initial merits, clearly it hadn't gotten you very far—not if you found yourself so sexless this early into your marriage.

you couldn't let your marriage go down like this, you simply wouldn't. something had to change; you both knew that. the only question was, who would be the one to fix it first? so, you finally mustered up the courage to tell your husband you were sick and tired of the drought, and you were more than ready to break this invisible wall which had stood between you two for months.

when you told nanami that you wanted him to fuck you nasty, whenever and however he pleased without so much as a warning— naturally, his cock hardened, and nanami had displayed the rarest of his facial expressions: shock. though, despite his obvious shock, he was just as desperate to bridge the painful distance between the two of you.

so, of course he agreed— because nanami kento was not one to deny his beautiful wife.

and then it began—the waiting game. a semblance of hope finally returned as a light in your plain, boring days and the thrill of the unknown had you going absolutely feral. not knowing when and if he was going to fuck you had you living through your day to day life in a constant state of need and arousal. you finally felt yourself getting closer and closer to the light at the end of the tunnel where a long, loving marriage awaited you.

it had only been two days since your conversation when he walked into your shared apartment after work, and saw you standing behind the kitchen island in the tiniest, sluttiest white dress, preparing his favorite after dinner dessert—apple pie. what a perfect, thoughtful wife you were.

you looked up from the recipe book to see him standing in the doorway, looking exhausted and overworked as usual but, also looking remarkably handsome in his clean suit. gosh. he had just walked through the door and already your warm and wet arousal was settling comfortably in your panties.

“hi kento, how was work?” you asked softly, your lips pulled into a light smile.

“tiring” he replied, his voice an octave deeper than normal. he must have worked very hard if he sounded this exhausted, you thought. his bag dropped to the ground with a thud and he took his shoes off followed by his blazer, leaving just his dress shirt and pants on. you watched him intently as he walked over to where you stood behind the kitchen island, rolling up his sleeves and throwing his tie on the marble surface.

you flinched as he wrapped his big arms around your waist, welcoming the warm yet unexpected touch. he nuzzled his stubbly face in the crook of your neck, placing feather light kisses along its delicate skin. you let out small, pathetic whimpers, feeling another rush of heat settle in your core. your slick would start dripping through your panties and onto the floor if you didn't fix this soon.

“my dear wife, i didn’t know you were so dirty” he mumbled into the sensitive flesh of your neck, lightly nibbling at it, and leaving a trail of wet kisses down it’s stretch. fuck. why had the two of you ever stopped doing this in the first place?

“w-what do you mean?” you asked breathlessly, already feeling worked up from his minor act of intimacy. he inhaled your sweet vanilla scent—relishing in it, before he spoke up.

“yes kento, i want to be fucked” he started, while slowly snaking his fingers down the side of your dress. “whenever you want, however you want” he finished, mocking you sweetly with your own filthy words from just days ago. he was playing with you, baiting you—and you were falling right into his waiting hands.

his fingers met with your soaked panties as you leaned your head back onto his shoulder, feeling him rub slow, lazy, teasing circles on your clothed clit, leaving you wishing you skipped the panties entirely when you got dressed this morning.

“is that not what you told me just a few days ago, my dear?” he whispered against the shell of your ear, watching you in amusement as you squirmed under his light touch. he’d barely given you anything yet your head was already clouded with arousal, making you literally tremble with need. dirty, dirty girl. “mhmmm” you hummed in response, not bothering to utter any words. not when you were so busy relishing in your husbands sweet proximity—a proximity you hadn’t felt for months.

“if i had known my wife was such a slut—” he said, slowly moving your wet panties aside with two long fingers “maybe we would’ve never had this issue in the first place” he finished, his deep, velvety voice sending little shivers racing across your skin. you closed your eyes, letting out sweet little mewls and whimpers while he toyed with your drenched pussy.

“k-kento” you moaned, desperate for more. it just wasn't enough. after so many celibate months, you were brimming with need, ready to burst at any given moment.

“yes baby? what is it?” his coo was sweet and honeyed. he toyed with you like a doll, teasingly pushing his fingers in and out of you, slowly pushing each and every coherent thought out of your mind, leaving you in a hazy, blur of need.

“ah— i n-need more” you whined pathetically in response, reaching a trembling hand up to the nape of his neck while your knuckles turned white on the other from your desperate grip on the edge of the kitchen counter.

“more what sweetheart? use your words for me” he practically purred in your ear, his voice a soft caress. the bastard knew exactly what he was doing, teasing you like this.

he pressed himself closer against you, removing your dress strap from your shoulder to give himself easier access to your tits. you bit your lip, desperately stifling your moans as he seized a handful of your breast, kneading and teasing the supple flesh, his fingers rolling your nipple with a torturous precision. fuck him.

"p-please kento, want you t-to make me feel g-good" you let out, voice shallow and breathy. your whines and moans were music to his ears, and he vowed they would be the only sound he ever craved to hear again.

you let yourself surrender to the waves of pleasure that coursed through your body as nanami pumped two of his thick, long fingers in and out of you. god, what a sight you were for him—eyes squeezed shut, rosy-cheeked and completely breathless. until this moment, he hadn't realized how much he'd missed in these last few sexless, stressful months he had lived through.

you whimpered a desperate plea as your husband pulled his fingers out, leaving you teetering on the edge of release. no, he was not going to give it to you that easy— especially not after this long of a wait. he turned you around to face him, and in one swift motion, lifted you onto the kitchen counter, the cold marble cooling the burning, aroused skin of your thighs. you felt a strong, big hand grab your waist while the other rest on the soft skin of your cheek. he looked at you through lust filled, hazel eyes—admiring his irresistible wife.

growing impatient, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours. "kento" you breathed against his lips, desperate for more of his attention. no matter how much he gave you, you felt it would never be enough to make up for all the time you missed with your husband.

he kissed you softly, mapping every inch of your mouth with his wet tongue. you flinched, as he caught your lip between his teeth, teasingly biting down and nibbling on it before pulling away and leaving you whining and aching all over again. removing his hand from your cheek, he reached his arm around you and picked up the bottle of whipped cream that stood with the rest of the pie ingredients.

"my dear wife, when was the last time you made me this pie? the day after our wedding?" he chuckled deeply, studying the can in his hands.

"thought you'd like it" you mumbled, embarrassed by his mocking tone. you'd never seen him like this. his expression was one—in all your years of dating and one year of marriage—you've never seen him display. he looked hungry. a hunger that went beyond satisfying his human needs—this hunger looked feral, almost primal and he looked ready to do whatever it took to satisfy it.

nanami took a step back, opening your legs further apart to give him a better view of all your sweetest parts. you watched him flick the cap off the whipped cream can, buzzing with impatience as you waited for his next move. a strong hand pushed the fabric of your skimpy linen dress up to your waist, and you almost jumped when he sprayed some on your leg.

"ah- kento, what are you doing?" you gasped, looking down at your bare thigh, where a cute little heart of whipped cream was now drawn.

"apologizing to my sweet wife" he muttered, placing the can back down on the counter. he leaned his head down to your thigh, one of your hands instantly tangling itself in his hair. that's right. this is how nanami kento would apologize for all your missed orgasms—for unknowingly denying his wife.

his tongue met with your leg and he began slowly dragging it up and down the skin of your thigh, licking up all the cream that sat in the shape of a heart. a soft moan escaped your parted lips, and you tugged on his hair to pull his head up despite him not being finished.

"dear husband, when did you become so dirty?" you echoed his earlier words right back at him, a soft laugh escaping your lips as you locked eyes with his ravenous gaze. there it was, that hunger— that pure look of desire which you hoped would never disappear from his eyes. marriage was hard but in this moment you were both convinced that doing this every night, would make it feel effortless. nanami only smirked lightly before diving his head back down to meet your trembling thigh. that's right, he had you trembling with need—that's how desperate you were for his touch.

strong hands held your thigh down as he finished licking the heart of whipped cream on your leg. this was an interesting way to apologize to say the least. he lifted himself up, locking eyes with you as he slowly licked the last traces of cream from his lips. holy fuck, you almost came from the sight alone.

moving his hands, he pulled your dress over your head, leaving you in just your skimpy, soaked, panties. "so beautiful" he rasped, drinking you in with just his gaze while grabbing the can and getting to work on your tits. you giggled, watching him spray two hearts of whipped cream, one around each of your nipples.

"baby you- ah" the words died on your lips as he began licking the cream, finishing off with a light nibble that had your toes curling from pleasure. with a groan, he worked his way to the other one, sending chills down your spine and whimpers past your lips. one thing was for sure—nanami knew exactly what he was doing. and he wasn't going to stop.

"please" you whined desperately— impatiently. nanami was holding you on the brink of release, dangling your orgasm right in front of you before ripping it right back when you were about to finish. it was fucking frustrating.

so many nights, while nanami stayed late at work, you lay in your shared bed, desperate and aching, your fingers working tirelessly—trying, and failing, to replicate the feeling of his. little did you know that your dear husband spent his time in similar ways. in the late hours of the night while you were soundly asleep, he stood in the giant two person shower of your shared bathroom, hand wrapped around his veiny cock, warm water streaming down his body, pumping himself endlessly. he tried, he really tried. but nothing—nothing could compare to the addictive pleasure that came from your warm, tight walls clenching around his cock or the heavenly feeling of your soft, wet lips wrapping him so sweetly. yes, it was safe to say you were both very desperate and very frustrated.

"you wanted it nasty baby, that's exactly how i'll give it to you" he groaned in your ear moments before you were flipped face down onto the counter, toes barely touching the floor. you had awakened something inside him, and now that you'd gotten a taste of this nanami, you never wanted to go back.

you craned your neck to look back at him, watching him unbutton his now crumpled white dress shirt. he met your gaze, smiling at you while he reached beside you to grab his tie. you had never reacted to your husband this viscerally before. just the mere sight of him was intoxicating, leaving your head light and hazy, as if you were drunk on his presence alone.

he moved your hands behind your back, crossing them over each other before binding them together with his tie. a light moan escaped you, and you wiggled your hands, getting a feel for the restraint.

"spread your legs" he ordered, his suddenly stern and commanding voice only fueling the desperate throb between your thighs. you obeyed, stepping your toes further apart to allow him to stand between your legs.

you'd never thought you'd be this pliable, this eager to please. but here you were, pushed against the marble counter, wrists tied and ready to fulfill any of his wishes and demands—no matter how filthy. nanami held a dangerous level of control over you and your body, and the thought of wanting it any other way terrified you. surely this is what addiction felt like.

you flipped your head over to the other side, enjoying the cooling feeling of the marble against your burning cheek while you watched him pick up his handy whipped cream once again. guess he wasn't done with that huh.

"kento" you whined, indulging in the slow, sweet pleasure but impatiently needing more than just the teasing he was giving you. it wasn't fair. you had waited long enough.

"ah ah, so impatient, my dear wife" he clicked his tongue, grabbing hold of your wrists. you shuddered slightly when you felt the cold whipped cream meet with your tight holes. oh. he placed the can down, and got on his knees, still holding your bound wrists tightly with one hand and squishing the flesh of your soft thighs with the other. he dragged his tongue up all the way from your clit to your ass, licking up the string of cream he had drawn on you just moments before.

god, this man was filthy. his tongue lingered around your rear entrance, licking playful circles around it and prodding it with his tongue. the initially foreign feeling slowly grew on you, shooting warm pulses of pleasure through every vein in your body and deep into your aching core.

he dragged his tongue away from your tight ring, lapping up the last bits of cream left around your drenched cunt. you clenched your fists, desperate to hold something—anything to help you cope with the overwhelming pleasure you felt.

"kento— e-enough, i need you inside me" you uttered, unable to contain your restless, writhing need for him any longer.

"fine, if my beautiful wife so desires" he replied lazily, letting out a low laugh. you heard him unbuckle his belt, dropping it to the ground while he unzipped his pants. finally.

"my dirty, filthy wife" he muttered, idly pumping his hard, veiny cock with one hand. before you could protest, his fat, leaking tip found itself at your seeping entrance, prodding the wet flesh around it. you heard him suck in a sharp breath, a low hiss slipping from his lips as he pushed into you slowly, stretching you so wide that your eyes fluttered to the back of your head.

"nngh- ah" you moaned at the feeling of his tip reaching your cervix. he was sheathed inside you, waiting for your quivering body to adjust to his thick length. nanami was huge—there was no denying it. no matter how many times you had taken his cock, it was always an adjustment for you.

wiggling your hips, you tried to get as comfortable as you could on the hard, white marble countertop while he started slowly moving his cock in and out of you. "i-i haven't ah-adjusted" you whined, needing more time to get used to him. after all, the months of fucking yourself with your small fingers were nothing compared to your husbands cock.

but nanami only said, "you can take it" whilst speeding up to an almost frantic pace. you felt like you were going to fucking break. but don't say you didn't ask for this. you exposed your most vulnerable self to your husband just days before, begging to be treated like this. so yeah, you asked for it. and he was only doing what his wife desired.

nanami began to question his sanity. he never cracked under pressure, no matter the circumstance, but he felt his once strong grasp on his self control now slipping through his fingers. yup. this felt almost too good to be real—like he was either high on the most potent drug or finally losing his damn mind. he couldn't recall the last time he'd ever felt like this—not even during all the other times you had sex. you just felt that good in this moment.

each thrust had you crying out and clenching around him tighter and tighter—reassuring you that this marriage could be saved, that your sex life was not dead forever. your mind was swimming in pleasure and pain, the head of his cock kissed your cervix so roughly yet so sweetly. you silently said your final goodbyes to the sweet, innocent, vanilla versions of yourselves, and welcomed this new beginning for your marriage. you wanted this version of nanami for the rest of your life.

he fisted a handful of your hair, quite literally pulling you out of your lustful haze. nanami wrapped the strands around his hand once, securing you in place—not that you had any intention of being anywhere else anyway.

"fuck- baby you feel so fucking good" he growled from behind you, his breaths slowing into heavier, raspier ones. push. pull. push. that's what this fucking felt like. your scalp ached from the strong pull on your hair and your pussy throbbed from how hard he fucked you. your bodies fused together, connecting with each of his slams inside of you.

"nngh k-kento gonna c-cum" you stuttered out. he had you so fucked out on his cock you were barely able to even think, let alone form a sentence. it was fucking pathetic.

"yeah- f-fuck come for me" his voice came out in a ragged breath and his erratic pace began to slow into a more languid, agonizing one. he couldn't help himself—he wanted, no— needed to feel every single muscle along your tight walls clench around his cock. nothing felt better than this.

a desperate cry ripped from your throat as your entire body tensed, the long built up pressure in your core finally snapping free. your breath hitched, and you surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensation, finally unraveling around him. your walls clenched and throbbed, milking his cock with every pulsating wave of pleasure that coursed through your body.

"that's it, good girl" nanami purred behind you, feeling his cock throb deep inside you— the unmistakable sign of his climax finally reaching him. he went still, letting his cum spill out inside of you as he came down from his high. he gently untangled his hand from your hair letting your head drop back down onto the counter top.

your eyes were shut and your body was limp. there was no way that you’d be able to get up and walk around— at least not for a while. you felt your husband finally pull out of you, hearing him buckle his pants back up. warm hands met with your still trembling body, and he gently flipped you over, scooping your body up into his arms. not a single word would come out of you. you were fucking spent.

“my love” he whispered softly, placing you onto the plush bed of your shared bedroom. you looked up at him through half lidded, blurry eyes. “hm?” you hummed out, hoping that was enough of an answer for him.

“let’s take a bath” he said simply and you nodded in response. you could use a warm soothing bath right about now. he stalked into the bathroom and you heard the water turn on. he came out naked moments later, and picked you up off the bed, carrying your limp, exhausted body to the bathroom.

he lowered himself in, and you followed, sitting in between his thighs, his huge frame towering over you from behind. he pushed you lightly to sit up and you obeyed, tilting your head backwards to give him easier access to your hair. he began running his long fingers through the strands, untangling the little knots that resulted from his pulling earlier. you hummed lightly at the feeling, enjoying this small, sweet act of intimacy.

he moved his hands down to your shoulders momentarily, placing light, wet kisses on each one, and a few down the length of your back. “you did so good for me” he whispered sweetly, his gentle praise sending a rush of warmth through you.

god. you loved your husband. he was so caring and so tender, and moments like these made sure to remind you of that. you hoped you’d never have to experience another drought in your marriage like that again and you would do anything to make sure it stayed the way it was in this very moment.

“kento?” you spoke up softly, eyes still closed and head thrown back as he began to lather your hair with your vanilla scented shampoo. “yes my love?” he asked in response, waiting to hear what you mustered up all your remaining strength to say.

“i didn't finish baking the pie" you said, letting out a soft laugh. so much for being thoughtful.

he let out a deeply chuckle in return, recalling how adorable you looked, baking in a cute little white dress. he'd never eat his favorite pie again if it meant sex like that for the rest of his life.

he lowered his mouth to your ear and whispered "it's okay, i already had my favorite dessert"

a/n: holy shit if u made it this far thank you so much for reading. this ended up being wayyyyyy longer than i planned it to be but i had such a good time with this <3

[bunnis-monsters]

Hybrid Shelter

Ch1

prologue

chapter 2

warning: milking the cow/bull hybrids, handjob, thigh fucking

summary: after becoming a full time worker at the hybrid shelter, you realize it’s not going to be as easy as you thought.

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Working at the Hybrid Shelter full time was as hard as you thought it would be.

The younger hybrids started fixating on you lately. When you had only been working part time shifts, you only saw them in passing.

Now, every day you walked in, ready to wake them up and get them all fed.

“Mama!”

A puppy hybrid greeted you with a yip, their puppy teeth gnawing in your pants leg as you prepared a few bottles. “Mama, play?”

You gently pulled the puppy hybrid off of your leg, keeping him balanced on your hip. “Not right now, pup. You all have to have your bottle first.”

A few kitten hybrids toddled and crawled around nearby, while an infant mouse hybrid wailed from his crib.

The nursery was a fairly new addition to the hybrid shelter. In the past, only adults had been allowed to stay, meaning occasionally some men with children would be denied shelter.

Now they were both accepted. A few of the babies here belonged to men in the shelter, while others had no parents.

As you fed the infant mouse hybrid, a puppy hybrid knocked on the door. “Is my brother awake?”

Alex was 19, and had been separated from his parents a few years back. His brother was 3 years old, and stayed in the nursery while Alex tried to find work and a stable home for the both of them.

“Yeah, he’s right here.”

The puppy hybrid that had been gnawing on your pants before, Ollie, toddled to his big brother and decided to chew on him instead. “Hey, I told you not to do that…”

Though the older pup scolded the little one, there was no bite behind his words. He picked Ollie up and licked his head, giving him a quick bath. “You will be good for her today, alright? I’m mopping the halls today, so I’ll be close by if you need me.”

You buried the infant in your arms before giving him a diaper change and tucking him back into bed. Privacy was something a luxury when you lived in a shelter, so you tried to give the two some space.

“Okay, bubba. I won’t pee on the floor!”

A nurse took over the nursery once the shelter opened, and you left to begin your other daily chores.

“(NAME)!”

You were nearly tackled by the cat hybrid you had tamed a few weeks ago. “Hey, Midnight. How’s everything going?”

He purred and butted his head against your cheek affectionately, immediately beginning to groom and preen you. “It’s always scary when you’re not here. I don’t like the doctors or the other hybrids.”

That seemed to be relatively common with the abused hybrids. They didn’t like the situation they’d been forced into, having no home left to return to and being abandoned by abusers they still loved.

“You should try getting along with the others, okay? You know next week we’re introducing you to the group, your quarantine is almost over.”

He didn’t respond for a moment, too busy rubbing his scent on you. “Don’t wanna… can’t I just come home with you?”

As much as you wished he could, all employees were forbidden from adopting any hybrids from the shelter. If they wanted to, they’d have to quit.

“You know I can’t… at least not right now.”

You didn’t want to give him hope, but you also knew that the possibility that he could come home with you eventually was the only thing keeping him going.

After he ate his breakfast and you spent some time cleaning his space and making sure he had enough enrichment for the day, you left to continue your chores.

Your first stop was the domesticated hybrid building.

The more common type of hybrid to be abandoned were the domestic ones. Puppies, cats, bunnies, birds, goldfish, and hamsters.

“Have you guys had breakfast?”

Several heads turned to look at you once the door opened. “(Name)’s here!”

The hybrids gathered around you, all sniffing and licking your body and hair. You had grown used to this, and simply waited until they were satisfied before speaking. “I’m assuming you have, considering you all smell like bacon and eggs.”

“Mhm, it was good! Alex said you would be here soon!” one of the puppy hybrids said, his tail wagging furiously.

A goldfish hybrid swam in the pool area, poking his head out of the water. “(Name), you said you’d swim with me this week.”

“I will, Goldy, but it’s gonna be after I finish up with the wild building.”

The cat hybrids rubbed against you as a bunny hybrid relaxed in your lap. “The wild building? I can’t believe you’re still meeting with them every day.”

A week ago, you were tasked with helping to domesticate the wild animals in the shelter. That was no easy task, considering it consisted of big cats, wolves, and other dangerous hybrids that saw humans as a source of food.

“It’s not all that bad, I have a few allies there that keep me safe.”

The bunny hybrid, Momo, huffed and nibbled on your finger. “Wild hybrids will always be wild at the end of the day. Don’t be fooled, they’re only being nice to you so they can get what they want.”

“What do they want..?”

None of the hybrids seemed like they wanted to answer that particular question.

“Well… you all will be getting a new roommate this week. He’s had a tough time, so I hope you’ll remember that when I introduce you to him.”

They all glanced at one another. “We’ve all had a hard time, (Name). As long as he doesn’t attack us, we won’t do anything.”

If only you could promise such a thing. With Midnight, you weren’t so sure.

As you did some minor cleaning up around the building, you were approached by a hamster hybrid.

“Quinn? Something wrong?”

He looked down at his feet, his hands twisting and pulling at the hem of his shirt. “… it’s just…”

The man sighed, puffing out his chubby cheeks. “Isn’t it strange? Lately, you’ve been the only one visiting us every day.”

You blinked, pausing your work. “The only one..?”

“Mhm. Before, multiple female workers would come to check on us. Of course none of them were as personable as you. They came in, asked how we were doing and cleaned up, then left.”

That was rather confusing. You always remembered the entire place brimming with female employees. Though lately, it was rare to spot more than a handful in each building.

“I’m sure we must be short staffed at the moment. Are you looking for any employees in particular?”

He shook his head, looking up at you. “No, we don’t even know the names of the others.”

Quinn left after that, and you pushed that information aside for now. You’d ask your boss about it later, your work came first.

Though as you comforted a small parrot hybrid after a nightmare, you wondered if they had been receiving the same care from the other employees. You knew that there was only so much one person could do, and that everyone’s role to play was different…

But did they even ca-

You shook your head, carefully wiping away the hybrid’s tears before settling him down for a nap. You shouldn’t think about the shelter that way. When you started working there, you saw firsthand how draining it was to work with so many different hybrids.

Perhaps they were all taking a break, and a new rotation of employees would be coming in to fill in for them…

Once the parrot hybrid was asleep, you tiptoed out. The poor thing was nearly your age, but he still needed to be soothed to sleep. His beautiful feathers had been plucked out of stress, leaving bald patches that were covered up by a fluffy sweater.

You had a lot of things to do every day. Your job was to comfort, feed, play with, and socialize the hybrids and get them to the point they could either be adopted, get a job, or be reintroduced to the wild.

It was strange, though. Despite the fact the shelter encouraged each member to strive towards some sort of goal, none of the hybrids there had managed to achieve anything.

They stayed there, stagnant and bored out of their minds.

Perhaps they just needed a little push. That’s what your boss told you he needed you for. Most of the hybrid seemed to enjoy your presence and wanted to impress you!

As you moved towards the farm building, you wrote some notes next to each hybrid’s name.

“(Name), how’s it going?”

You jumped when you were embraced from behind, your cheeks turning red. “C-Cecil, you shouldn’t be outside of your building!”

The white tiger hybrid chuckled, purring as his large, rough tongue licked your hair. He always ended up giving you such a huge cowlick!

“Mmm, I just returned from the infirmary, actually.”

You immediately softened. Cecil had a number of health problems, stemming from the bad breeding conditions that white tiger hybrids were born from.

Although he looked like a beautiful white tiger hybrid with striking grey eyes, his vision was impaired and he suffered chronic aches and joint pain.

Cecil couldn’t live with the other wild hybrids due to his immune system deficiencies, so he stayed with hybrids like him with similar health problems.

“What did they say..?”

A purr left his throat. He knew bringing up his worsening health always meant a little extra time with you. “They think that the organ transplant is working well, and that I’ll be able to eat solid food again soon.”

“That’s great news!”

His cheeks warmed when you patted his head and gave his ears a scratch. “Go rest, okay? I’ll come check on you when I visit the sickbay.”

Cecil watched you go, clutching his chest. He hoped he’d live long enough to someday make you his.

Your next stop was the farm. Outside a few sheep and pig hybrids trotted about, gracing or lying atound in the sun. When they noticed you, they gathered at the fence.

“(Name), right now might not be the best time to… uh… go in there.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And why is that?”

The group glanced at one another, and you joined them in the grass. A young lamb curled up in your lap, suckling on one of your fingers as he napped.

In hushed whispers, the sheep across from you began to speak. “Well, no one has been by the farm to milk the bull and cow hybrids. They’re… uh… a bit testy right now.”

You heard a few off handed comments and complaints from your coworkers that had to take care of the cow and bull hybrids, but you never had any problems with them!

“It’s my job to ensure every hybrid here is comfortable, safe, and healthy. If no one else is here to milk them, I’m sure I can handle it.”

Though the other hybrids looked nervous, they didn’t stop you.

Your phone struggled to load the protocol for milking the cow and bull hybrids as you walked in. The sound of frustrated and pained groans could be heard from the back.

“Hello?”

The sounds stopped, an eerie silence falling over the barn. The sudden creaking of the back door slowly opening made you jump.

Before you could call out again, you were pulled into the back.

“(Name)… please… you have to help us!”

You felt arms wrapping around your body… and several long, wet things rubbing against you…

“Beau?”

Beau, one of the new cow hybrids that arrived last month mooed nervously. His eyes were full of tears, and his tongue gave your cheek a lick.

“No one has been by to milk us… it’s been two days, the bulls are angry and pent up, and…”

As he sniffled, you reached out to pet his head. “Hey, it’s okay. I came to take care of that for you. I used to milk cows with my grandpa, he had a farm.”

Beau blushed, his tail swaying. “W-well… with male cow and bull hybrids… it’s uhm… a little different.”

He slowly pulled back, and you finally got to see what was rubbing against you.

His fat cock was poking out, his balls heavy and swollen from the days he hadn’t been milked. It was all coming together now…

It took you a moment to gather your thoughts. You were a professional, and these hybrids were in obvious pain! You needed to take care of them, no matter now embarrassing it may be!

The arousal growing between your legs was the wordy part. It was making you horny, seeing so many cow hybrids desperate for your touch.

“They usually have a machine for us to g-get off with…” Beau murmured, twiddling his thumbs. “Sometimes we can even use it ourselves if we think we need to… but it’s gone.”

Being understaffed was one thing, but the disappearance of machinery that bettered the hybrids’ lives was… concerning. Where had it gone?

You sighed softly, the information finally loading on your phone ten minutes too late. A bucket was placed on the ground, and you slowly reached out to grab hold of Beau’s cock.

His hips bucked as you stroked his shaft carefully, aiming the tip towards the bucket. A whine left his throat, and with a few strokes he came.

The semen smelled like milk, but had a thicker and creamier texture. Your eyes were focused on the tip of his cock, how it oozed and twitched with every touch.

God, you just wanted to take it into your mouth and-

“Ahh, that’s so much better…” Beau said, interrupting your dirty thoughts. You blinked and your cheeks heated up as you let go of his softening cock.

“I’m… glad I could help.”

After milking every cow hybrid, you moved to the bull hybrids’ quarters. There were only three of them, since taking any more on may result in territorial behavior.

The moment you walked in, your skirt was lifted up and a cock was slipped between your thighs.

“Heard our (Name) was coming to milk us ourselves…” Brody cooed, already beginning to fuck your thighs.

“We’re way too big to jerk off, missy. We’ll be using these.”

The three took turns fucking your thighs, their thick cocks occasionally brushing against your wet panties. This wasn’t the correct protocol, what if someone saw? Would you be fired!?

Did you even care when you were hoping they’d pull your panties to the side and fill you with their milk instead of that bucket?

The bulls weren’t easy on you, leaving your thighs a sticky mess before it was all said and done with. You were almost disappointed they didn’t just go ahead and fuck you…

You left the barn, face burning with shame and arousal as you ran towards the staff building.

After a shower, you’d have to continue on with your duties…

If only you knew how your day would progress from there… you may have just gone home.

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[willowpains]

we listen and we don’t judge

drew starkey x latina actress reader!

Drew was not a fan of social media.

Unlike you.

Chronically online was a term that was gaining fame to describe someone who spent quite some time on the internet, and who knew all the trends going on.

You weren’t exactly proud to be a part of that community.

But it kept you entertained.

And that’s how you ended up setting your phone up, ready to record Drew and you filming a new trend on TikTok.

How did you convince him to do it? You don’t even remember.

And after what felt like an eternity of explaining the dynamic to Drew, you both were finally ready to begin.

Both of you sitting next to each other on your couch, you looked at him with a mischievous smirk while he stared at you suspiciously.

“We listen and we don’t judge” you both said at the same time, Drew smirking at you.

“I’ll start” you said, looking from your phone screen to your boyfriend. “Sometimes, when I don’t really wanna cook, I get all dramatic and lie about us not having all the ingredients for the dish I was supposed to make, so you can offer to make something instead with what we do have” you say, giving him an embarrassed smile.

He chuckled at your words.

“I knew that love” he lets out a laugh. “You’re not good at lying to me”.

Your mouth opens up in shock.

“We listen and we don’t judge”.

Drew pauses for a moment, smiling at you.

"When you're showering, i close the door of our room so the sound of your music gets as muffled as possible" he admits.

You giggle as you nod at his words, you did like to shower with loud music.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You look at him through the screen.

“I thought you hated me when we first met, so I would intentionally try to stay out of your way our first couple of working days together”.

Drew gives you a puzzled expression trying his best not to judge.

“We listen and we don’t judge”.

He clears his throat before speaking.

“I often fake coming home super tired and stressed so that you take pity on me and cuddle me while playing with my hair” he says giving you a cute smile.

You giggle at his words.

“That’s cute” you admit leaning to peck his lips.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You take a couple of seconds before speaking, trying to be dramatic.

“I have a lot of edits of you saved on my favorites folder on TikTok” you look at him.

Drew covers his eyes while letting out a chuckle.

“We listen and we don’t judge”.

He looks at you mischievously.

“I get jealous of the guys in your books” he admits seriously.

You let out a laugh as you throw your head back.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You giggle softly before confessing the next one.

“Whenever I feel sick in the middle of the night, I wiggle a lot in bed or move your body so you’ll accidentally wake up and ask me what’s wrong”.

He opens his mouth surprised at your words.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

Drew thinks a little before speaking.

“Ever since we met I’ve always been skeptical of your at home remedies for illnesses, even though they work every time” he admits.

You slowly nod while giving him a defeated look, knowing that already.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You give him a playful look before speaking.

“When we’re cuddling, sometimes I have the urge to stand up abruptly because I get too hot and I feel like I can’t breathe because you’re too big” you say, barely getting out the words without laughing.

Drew looks at you with big eyes, moving his brows up and down at the double meaning of your last words.

You roll your eyes at him.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

He thinks for a moment before speaking.

“When I’m showering, sometimes I’ll use your shampoo rather than mine” he pauses as he looks at your baffled face. “It leaves my hair softer! And smells like you”.

Of course, there were a few confessions you had to cut from the video because your PR managers would hunt you down if they made it out into the internet.

“We listen and we don’t judge” you both say smiling at each other.

You smirk playfully at him before speaking.

“I cannot stand one of your friends and past coworkers” you admit, making a serious face.

Drew immediately throws his head back and lets out a chuckle, knowing exactly who you’re referring to.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

He clears his throat before looking at you.

“I don’t like watching F1 since you told me about that driver that slid into your dm’s” he lets out cockily.

You burst out laughing looking at him while he joins you.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You make a thinking face looking at him.

“I wish you sent me more shirtless photos” you say giving him puppy eyes. “Or like, you took more of those with my phone, so I could look at them”.

He snorted out a laugh.

“That can be fixed baby” he says as he looks at you mischievously.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

He gives you a smile.

“When I travel for work and you’re not coming with me, I take a pair of your panties and stuff them in my suitcase” he says laughing.

You scrunch up your nose at him.

“Drewwwwww” you say covering your face, now knowing where those missing undies went.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You avoid his eyes for the next one.

“Sometimes when I’m cold, I throw on one of your dirty hoodies that you used while working out, cause they’re sweaty and smell like you” you say, trying not to burst out laughing.

He gives you a grossed out look.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You look at him waiting for him to speak.

“You know those sleeping shorts Brooke sent you cause she accidentally bought too many?” He says, making quotation marks with his fingers while saying sent and accidentally.

You nod at his words.

“I actually bought them for you because I love how your ass looks in them”.

Your mouth opens at his confession while you hit him playfully in the chest.

Drew laughs at your reaction.

“Oh my god baby, this is definitely not making it to the video” you say as you stand up from your position while laughing at him, walking to your phone to stop recording, while he stands back watching your movements with a smile.

Noticing that in fact, you were wearing a pair of those shorts.

“We don’t judge remember?” he said cheekily.

*

inspired by @valstranquility lando blurb<3

I love this trend on TikTok and I just couldn’t help myself

they’re just too cute I can’t

this was short n sweet hope you like it, if you have any other concepts you’d like to read let me know!

[mallory524]

the thunderbolts when you’ve been kidnapped

pictures from pinterest

tags- guilt, fear, angst, kidnapping, guilt, canon level action/violence, injuries, mentions of arguing, implied drugging/beating, mention of Void

notes- This all ended up being way longer than I intended. Oops. I need to keep writing or else I’ll explode. The fixation is strong

Yelena

When you’re with Yelena, she can be so tender and sweet that it’s easy for you to forget the life she’s lived and the things she’s capable of. The day you don’t come home from what should’ve been a 10 minute grocery run, that tender side is gone - and boy is it sorely missed around the tower. When Yelena's upset, she lashes out at anybody who gets too close to her, and it gets ugly pretty quickly. Her words are cruel and vindictive, as if each member of the team is personally responsible for what’s happened to you. She knows the people who took you are doing it to lure in the "new avengers", but it doesn't matter. It's working. She's going to find you, and she's going to march right in there, guns blazing.

You're in bad shape when the team finds you, but you are able to walk out on your own two feet with just a little assistance from Yelena. Pay no mind to what happened to your captors. It's not important.

Yelena can't go "back to normal". You're trying to, but it's clear you're still shaken, and so is she. You keep trying to laugh it off and say that you've survived worse, and she knows you're just trying to change the subject, but she doesn't push it. She's not going to force you to open up if you're not ready. All she can do is make sure you know that she's always there to support you and listen if you ever do decide you want to talk about it. You do know that. As everyone in Yelena's life knows, she might be a bit rough around the edges, but she will always be there for you when it matters most.

Bucky

Bucky tracks you down very fast. He knows these people are doing this to get to him, so he tells the Thunderbolts to stay behind and let him do this himself. Good thing they never do as they're told.

The people who took you thought they had laid the perfect trap for Bucky Barnes, but all they did was set themselves up to be pulverized by the Winter Soldier. When he does find you, you're unconscious and clearly injured. Nothing serious, but it doesn't matter; he feels more guilty than he has in a long, long time. The team covers Bucky as he runs back out to the car with you in his arms, and you're immediately rushed to the hospital. The press is already there, waiting to ask Congressman Barnes all kinds of questions about what happened tonight, but after a few choice words from Yelena and Walker, most of them leave immediately.

Even when things slowly start to go back to normal, Bucky is constantly reminded of what happened. You're sitting around and laughing with the group one night, weeks after, and he notices a bruise on your shoulder that he'd forgot you had. He wakes up in the middle of the night a lot of nights to you tossing and turning and shaking in your sleep. He holds you and repeatedly reminds you that you’re home and that you are safe. He’s reminding himself, too. This is all hell for him. Every nightmare, every scratch, and every bruise is a reminder to him that he couldn't keep you safe. He rescued you and brought you back home, but it's not enough for him. This never should've happened.

Ava

Ava woke up to the sound of alarms and glass breaking. She phased through the walls to your room right away to make sure you were okay, but you were already gone. Nowhere to be found. She’s immediately panic stricken. Who did this? Why would they take you hostage? Where did they take you?

Ava’s desperate. When Ava gets desperate, her sense of right and wrong gets very skewed. You’ve been kidnapped, and that’s wrong. Everything she’s doing in an effort to get you back is right. Or that’s how she sees it, at least. The rest of the team sees this as Ava spiraling out of control. This is a mess. These people who took you do not realize what their "leverage" means to the team, especially to Ava. They do not know what's coming.

Your rescue was not easy, and it definitely wasn't pretty, but everyone's just happy that you're home. Adjusting to business as usual after your rescue is tough, but she's there for you every step of the way. If you don't want to sleep in your room for a little while because it doesn't feel safe anymore, Ava offers you her room. She'll sleep on the ground, she'll sleep next to you, she'll sleep in the other room, whatever you want. She'll demand more security features in your room and around the tower to make you (and herself) feel safe again. If the people in maintenance and security were to question the necessity of doing this, Ava would install these features herself. Nothing like this is going to happen again, and she doesn't even want you to feel like it's a possibility. You're safe now.

John

It all happened so fast. An explosive had gone off during a fight, he’d lost sight of you for a minute, and when the smoke cleared, you were gone. He frantically searched the perimeter, but it didn’t take him long to realize what had happened. Bucky practically had to beg John to get in the car, saying they could figure out their next move back at the Watchtower. John didn't want to stop looking for you, but he knew it was the only choice he really had. Everyone's really worried about you, but John is losing his mind. His brain is plagued with images of you, scared and alone and hurt. He's snapping at the team even more than usual, but they give him a pass just this once. Ava walked by his room one night and she could hear the sound of him softly crying through the door. She never mentioned it, but she went easy on him for a few days.

Down in a dark, cold underground base, you're going in and out of consciousness. Your body aches and your head's spinning, but the moment you register that it's Walker gently taking you into his arms, you smile up at him weakly. He caresses your face, and you can feel that his hands are shaking as they trace every little wound, no matter how small. All of Walker's anger has been replaced with a weary, guilty sadness. All that aggression, replaced with a certain gentleness. He carries you out, and although you don't see much of your surroundings, it's hard to miss what remains of the poor souls who thought they could stop John Walker from breaking in to save you. It's not too shocking, though. You know he would've torn the entire world apart if he had to.

Alexei

Missions and fighting and hero activities in general are usually really fun for Alexei. This is not fun. It's so rare for the team to see him like this. He's downright miserable. Since the moment he lost you, he hasn't slept. He works alongside the team all day long to find you, and when everyone's asleep, he just paces back and forth around his room, which gets more cluttered with garbage and papers and files with each passing day.

When they find you, nothing and no one can stand in his way. He's a real sweetheart, but let's not forget how strong he is or how much damage he can do. Believe me, there's a lot of damage done in the name of your rescue. All of that is worth it for Alexei when he finds you. He gently wipes at the sweat and dirt on your face, a lot of which is dry and caked on after you've been sitting down there for nearly a week.

Alexei is so relieved to have you home, but he thought he'd feel better. There's still something... off. The illusion of total safety has been shattered. He's not able to keep you from ever getting hurt like he thought he was. If you were to try to joke about what had happened to keep spirits up, or spin it to sound like a cool story instead of the worst week of both of your lives, he'd try to go along with it. But everyone notices how his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. He's proud of you and he usually loves hearing you're cool tough stories, but this one is hitting a little too close to home for him to fully enjoy it. Maybe because he was there. Maybe because he almost lost you for real.

Bob

Bob's terrified. The team came back from a mission, but instead of you pulling him into a big hug while the team fills him in on what happened like usual, everyone is frantic and you're gone. He's never felt so helpless in his life. He breaks down the second he's alone in his room. Whenever Yelena tries to talk to him, he insists he needs to be alone, or he doesn't even respond and continues just rocking back and forth on the floor and talking to himself.

When the team tracks you down, they tell Bob to stay behind. He keeps telling himself that they're right and staying behind is the responsible thing to do, but he just can't do that. He has enough control on the Void now to use his powers, right? The team is slightly horrified when Bob shows up out of nowhere, doing everything they told him not to do, but this isn't the time to worry about that. They're definitely not going to try arguing with him right now. He's a bulletproof human shield, more powerful than any of them could ever hope to be, so it's good to have him there to help. He crashes through walls, busts down doors, and disarms everyone in his path without breaking a sweat. Then they find you. Bob rushes to your side and tears apart your restraints with his bare hands, and in a second they turn back into the gentle hands you think of when you think of your Bob. He helps you to your feet and slowly leads you back outside. As tears start to roll down his face, Bob smiles a soft smile at the others, thrilled that you're safe again. They smile back at him, but it's like they're all holding their breath until you're all fully out of there. Void may not have made a formal appearance this time, but they know now what lengths Bob will go to and what risks he'll take to ensure your safety. The man is not helpless, and he sure as hell isn't weak.

[themissinghand]

Genshin Impact Marked by the Sea

Summary: In which Neuvillette is your soft husband, a loving one with some dragon tendencies. 

or, here are snippets of a domestic dragon husband. 

Pairing: Neuvillette x GN! Reader! 

Note: Going through my drafts and yes, I had a Genshin phase

Warning: Lots of fluff >.< because we love our hydro dragon sovereign. 

★・・・・・・★

“You’re staring again,” you murmur sleepily.

Every morning, you wake up to long white messy hair on your face and sometimes, even purrs coming from your beloved husband. 

Neuvillette tightens his arms around your waist. 

“I’m simply…appreciating.”

“You’re very clingy for someone who acts like the world’s most composed man in public,” you tease, turning in his arms.

He presses his face into your neck. 

“You’re the only place I feel at peace.”

Your fingers comb gently through his hair.

A soft whine escapes him. 

“Stay with me a little longer.”

“Love, you have to go now.” You managed to sit up and let out a small yawn. You eyed the clock, and realized that it’s time to get ready for the day. 

“Must we get up?”

Neuvillette’s voice was muffled against your hip, arms still around your waist.

You laughed, gently tugging him upright. 

“You’re the Chief Justice. Pretty sure pajamas aren’t court-appropriate.”

You quickly pull him out of bed and help him wash his face and teeth. Help him clean up and look like the respectable Chief Justice everyone knows. 

He blinked at you, bleary-eyed, letting you button his shirt. 

“Now arms up.”

He obeyed, now a bit more awake, but his head thunk on your shoulder. 

“You’re too good to me.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you teased, guiding him to the kitchen.

He sat, still drowsy, while you went to make a quick breakfast. His eyes lit up the moment he saw the carefully packed lunch.

“You made soup again…” he murmured, picking up his spoon. 

“You know me too well.”

You peck his cheek.

“Someone has to make sure you eat something that isn’t stressful.”

Neuvillette caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. 

“I don't know I would do without you.” You raised a brow. 

“Dramatic.”

“Truthful,” he said, giving you that soft look that made your chest ache. 

“I’d be lost without you.”

You poured him water, leaning in close. 

“Good thing I’m not going anywhere then.”

He hummed, content, and smiled softly.

“Thank you.”

The courtroom echoed with voices, petitions, disputes, and lies dressed as truths.

Neuvillette listened, silent and unreadable as always, yet the weight of it pressed heavily on him today.

Humans, no feelings are difficult to understand for Neuvillette. 

During a short break, he retreated to his office. He didn’t expect peace, but when he opened the simple wooden box you'd prepared for him that morning, the tightness in his chest eased.

Carefully arranged: poached fish, soup, soft rice, steamed greens. And nestled beside it, a folded note.

“Don't forget to eat. And breathe. I’ll be waiting for you at home.”

You’d drawn a little doodle of him, half-asleep with his hair floofed.

He stared at it for a long moment. Then, slowly, a smile touched his lips.

He took a bite of the fish. Light, clean. Just the way he liked it. His heart unclenched, if only a little.

You always knew what he needed before he did.

He tucked the note back into his coat pocket, among the many others.

Then he returned to the courtroom, still weary, but a little steadier.

You found him hunched over his desk, buried in paperwork. Rain tapped on the windows like it was echoing his mood.

Silently, you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

"...You always find me,” he murmured after a pause, voice tight. “Even when I don’t want to be found.”

“You don’t really mean that,” you whispered, resting your cheek against him.

When it got late, you knew Neuvillette was stuck at work, being the workaholic he is. 

He didn’t argue. Just exhaled shakily, fingers clutching a paper like it had wronged him personally.

“Why are they like this?” he asked. “Humans. So much… cruelty and lies.”

You held him tighter. You knew sometimes these cases could be too much to listen to, after all, people only go to court for frustration, guilt and confessions. 

“Because we’re messy. But we’re capable of kindness too. You don’t have to understand all of it. You just have to be you.”

“But I’m not human,” he said, looking up at you. “How can I judge them if I don’t understand them?”

For a moment, you hesitated because you remembered the time he told you about his true identity, but even then, you never cared for it because you truly loved this man dragon from the moon and back. 

“You don’t need to be them to care,” you said gently, brushing his hair back.

“You’re already doing more than most. That’s enough.”

A deep breath before he turns in his chair and buried his face into your chest. 

You didn’t speak. Just stroked his hair, kissed his temple, and held him. 

“…Thank you,” he whispered. Then he tipped you down and you let him. He kissed you, slow, tender, like you were sunlight and he hadn’t seen the sky in days.

When he finally pulled back, he glanced toward the window.

“…The rain stopped,” he said, almost in disbelief. You smiled, running a finger along his jaw. 

“Told you. You just needed to let someone hold you for a while.”

He smiled, really smiled, and leaned in for one more kiss.

“My heart listens to you more than it does me.”

Another day, another migraine as you would sometimes say. 

"Neuvi, you need a vacation."

He had meant to protest, he always did, but the look in your eyes had silenced him more effectively than any decree. It wasn’t disappointment or frustration. 

It was care. Concern. Love.

He sat at the edge of the bed, fingers absently tracing the letter you had slipped into his coat earlier. He unfolded it now, reading your familiar handwriting:

“You are allowed to rest, Love. You are allowed to be more than the Chief Justice. Let me take care of you.”

He closed his eyes.

For centuries, he had carried so much. 

Dignity. Duty. Distance. 

And yet you, gentle, persistent, loving you, had chipped away at his solitude like water to stone, reshaping him with kindness.

Perhaps...just this once...

He let out a slow breath. And then, deliberately, he stood, walking to the open balcony. 

The moon was dim tonight, and the streets were empty except the automatons guarding the city. With one smooth motion, he shifted, scales rippling over his skin, horns glinting, wings unfurling into the night air.

A dragon once more. It felt liberating despite only showing his half dragon form. 

And as he looked down at the palace below, a deep, low growl rose in his throat. He wanted to take you far away from this place. 

From politics. From judgment. From all the noise.

He wanted to keep you close. Closer than ever.

He took to the skies and took a deep breath.

Perhaps...a vacation has been long overdue. 

After months of court and chaos, Neuvillette finally, finally, listened to you.

You had never been so excited as you pulled out your notes and forgotten plans of just hanging out without work looming over your heads. Still, you wanted it to be relaxing for your dragon husband because you wanted this to be all about him! 

He deserves rest and you would make sure he gets spoiled! The first thing you did was just take him away from the palace and into the Fontaine wilderness, where it would just be you, him, and the sea.

What you didn’t expect was to see Neuvillette showing off in his half dragon form.

You watched as he shifted, wings unfurled, silver-blue scales gleaming in the sun, and you swore you saw him breathe for the first time in weeks. 

No courtroom. No robes. 

Just Neuvillette, in all his dragon majesty, curling his massive body around you in a protective sprawl. 

“You’re hovering,” you teased when he kept nuzzling you every time you moved an inch too far.

A low, rumbling growl vibrated through his chest. 

“You wandered out of sight for two minutes.”

“You sound like you were ready to drown someone.”

“I was.”

Each day, he softened. The weight on his shoulders lightened. 

You massaged the tension from his back, whispered reassurances into his neck, and watched him melt under your touch.

But as the days passed, something changed. His touches grew bolder. His gaze lingered longer.

At night, in human form again, he’d pull you close, hands trembling just slightly. 

“Tell me I’m allowed this,” he murmured once, voice rough and low as his fingers trailed your spine. 

“Tell me I can want you.”

“You’re allowed everything, Neuvi,” you whispered against his lips. “Especially me.”

He kissed you slowly, starting off with gentle kisses before turning desperate, with whispered promises.

By dawn, you lay tangled together beneath his draped wing. His breath is warm at your nape. His arm locked around your waist.

“You’re not letting go, are you?” you murmured, half-asleep.

A hum. 

“Never.”

You could say the same. 

The sky was streaked with pink when you tugged Neuvillette’s hand. 

“Beach walk,” you said. “Doctor’s orders.”

He let you lead him, fingers laced with yours, quiet as ever, but relaxed. Peaceful.

The sea air suited him. Personally, you liked that he was out of his “judge” outfit, and in a more shirt and pants. 

Then you spotted them.

“Otters!” you gasped, pointing excitedly at the group rolling around in the surf. One, in particular, caught your eye, blue-gray fur, an almost regal posture, and sharp eyes surveying the world.

You burst into laughter, as you quickly led Neuvillette to them. 

“Wait, look! That one looks just like you.” Neuvillette blinked. 

“You think I look like an otter?” You nodded as you looked back and forth. 

“Same dignified vibe. Same colours. Same mysterious energy. Very composed. Very you.”

He gave you the most bewildered expression. 

“I...see.”

You giggled and crouched near the water’s edge, where the otters now swarmed, squeaking little “kyu” noises as they playfully nuzzled you.

Neuvillette stayed behind, watching. Silent. Still.

One of the otters nestled into your lap, eyes closed in bliss. You cooed at it.

And he frowned.

“…They’re quite clingy,” he muttered, barely audible.

You looked up. 

“Are you… pouting?”

“I am not,” he said, a touch too quickly. 

“Merely observing. They seem rather… attached.”

You tilted your head, biting back a smile. 

“You are jealous.”

“I am not jealous of an otter,” he said stiffly, before stepping forward and sliding his hand into yours, gently pulling you up and into his side. 

You laughed, letting him pull you close. 

“Jealous much?”

“I prefer ‘protective.’” 

You smiled up at him. 

“Don’t worry. No amount of adorable otters could ever take your place.”

He exhaled slowly, brushing a hand through your hair, gaze softening. 

“Good.”

Still, you made him take photos with otters anyways. 

And now Neuvillette sees it all the time on your nightstand. 

While he judges it all the time, you know that Neuvillette could never be mad at otters forever.

One night, you lay on deck beside Neuvillette on a ship. The lakeside is quiet, with the moonlight catching in his eyes, stormy and somehow intense. 

What was he thinking about even on vacation?

His fingers traced your skin slowly, pausing at your neck.

“You always touch there,” you whispered.

He leaned in, brushing a kiss to the spot.

“It’s my favorite place,” he murmured. Then softer, with a hint of hesitation. 

“May I leave a mark?” Your breath hitched as he leaned over you, staring at you intently, making you feel like you were in the eyes of a dragon.

“A mark?” You asked, breathless. 

“A symbol. A promise.” His eyes didn’t waver. 

For a moment, you simply stared into his eyes, a little pensive. Neuvillette caught your hesitation but did not falter. 

“In dragonkind,” Neuvillette explained softly, “a mark is a symbol, but also a bond. One created from instinct, will, and power. When a dragon marks someone, it means they’ve chosen them as mates.”

“Mates?” You blinked, your heartbeat fluttering.

He nodded. “More than that. It’s a soul-deep tether. A dragon only marks once in their lifetime. Once we do… that bond cannot be undone. No matter time, distance, or circumstance, our hearts remain bound.”

Your lips parted slightly as you looked into his eyes, searching. 

“So…you can’t ever choose someone else?”

“No,” he murmured, “Even if you walked away, even if I never saw you again…I would remain yours. That is how dragons love. We don’t fall often. But when we do, it’s forever.”

You were silent for a moment, taking in the weight of his words. Then, with a soft smile, you leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his.

“Forever sounds nice.” You leaned back, exposing your neck to him. 

“I trust you.”

You heard him suck in a breath before he swallowed.

“I love you.” You widen your eyes in surprise, he had never said it so explicitly before, which made it all the more special.  

He kissed your neck, warmer this time, and whispered something ancient, words that shimmered like falling rain. Then, he bit down, making you shiver and gasp, but he held you close, making sure you felt comfortable yet safe in his arms. 

A pulse of hydro energy flowed through you, cool and comforting. You felt it settle, and when he pulled back, a glowing symbol remained, blue and silver, delicate yet powerful.

“It’s done.” He looked so relieved, content and satisfied before kissing the mark again. 

You touched it, awed. 

“It’s beautiful…”

“So are you,” he said, reverent. 

“It binds us. Now and always.” You met his gaze. 

“I was already yours.”

“As I am to you,” he said, pulling you close. “But now the world will know too.”

He kissed you then, deep and slow, as if sealing the bond with his very breath.

From that night on, the mark stayed. And every time Neuvillette saw it, his eyes would soften, and he’d kiss it again, like a quiet vow, Mine.