#having to get rid of pets is awful!!!!!!!!!! for the record!!!!!

[nukenai]

this all sucksssss so bad life is so shit sometimes.

forgot if i talked about it here but like. with everything going on in my life and being financially responsible for an Entire House now, I came to the awful shit terrible decision to rehome Rain. tldr I know she could do great in some kind of lesson program where she’ll be worked like every day, she’s so sweet and friendly, can be a little fussy but I really feel like with consistent work (which I can’t really provide, especially with 2 horses), she’ll do a lot better. There’s just so many issues with trying to sell her otherwise, she’s older and a lot of people don’t want that, etc etc, so I’m just rehoming her. There’s a great barn about an hour away with an awesome lesson program and an accredited trainer, she came to see her with one of her adult students yesterday and they want her. The student lady kept saying how beautiful she was, she seemed really taken with her. The really selfish part of me is like, “well I could get money for her”, but what is most important is that she go somewhere she’ll be happy and live up to her potential which I know she has.

And I sit here like “this problem isn’t real, what a first world problem to have to get rid of ONE of your TWO HORSES” which I know isn’t true and isn’t fair to me at all. I’ve convinced myself that it’s the right thing to do - because it really is - but that doesn’t make me feel any better. I know people sell horses all the time, even in my situation where I’ve had Rain for 7 years. And I did put in the contract I made up that I get right of first refusal, and also asked the lady taking her beforehand, so if she wants to get rid of her or if she winds up not being right for the program or whatever, she would come back to me. It’s not an emergency that I need to rehome her, but I don’t want it to ever get to the point where it is.

It just sucks and I can’t stop crying and these are the times I hate being alone forever in this house with no one to talk to about shit like this. Though I have talked to my friends at the farm and they think I’m doing the right thing, they know I’m not getting rid of her for any kind of selfish reason, or anything like that. And everyone agreed with me that Rain would be great in some kind of program with consistent work.

It’s just going to be so weird going to the barn and not seeing her in the field with Rogue. Obviously I’m keeping Rogue - she’s the kind of horse where like, she’s been through so much shit, I don’t want to put her through being rehomed again. Rain can go anywhere and be fine and would honestly benefit from a different owner who can give her more. Rogue has such a bond with me, and pretty much only me, and it just wouldn’t be right to send HER off somewhere.

This is the part that makes me feel slightly bad but. I started considering this when I rode Rogue a couple weeks ago. Like Rain, she had sat all winter. Rain tends to be a little high strung when riding, she goes a little fast and gets anxious out on trails. I think she would absolutely get so much better if she was ridden more.

But Rogue isn’t like that. Once she got over her Big Trauma of moving here and I bonded with her, she does not act nervous at all when being ridden. No hyperventilating like she used to do, or like Rain STILL does. She was still calm after months of not being ridden. I think she’s just a better match of a horse for me, despite being still a bit green. She tends to go very slowly and prefers to stop randomly, rather than speed up because she’s nervous, like Rain does. And that feels like something I can work with a bit more. I hope that made any sense at all.

Rain is 22, but I feel like she could still give so much more, especially to learning students in a program. Consistency is key with her. I stressed to the woman taking her that Rain has NEVER been dangerous - no bucking, no bolting, none of that. She can just be fussy, and it’s a fussiness I think can be worked out. But I don’t really have the time/energy/stamina to do that. Rogue doesn’t have that fussiness, just a bit of laziness to work out of her. And for me, that’s a much better angle.

I wish none of this was happening but man that’s life. It fucking sucks so much though. I was really angry about it a few days ago but now I just feel sad. I think the worst part is the shock because I reached out to this lady who was actively searching for a horse, she came out to see her 2 days later, and a couple hours after that told me she wanted her. I want to take that as a “meant to be” sort of thing, that this will be a great home for her. And I’m sure it will be.

I know I need to allow myself to be sad. It does suck. But I feel like maybe, with the pressure of having 2 horses alleviated, I’ll be able to put more time into Rogue without feeling bad about less time being spent on Rain. Rogue seems a lot more like the chilled out trail horse I’ve always dreamed of, since I ride super casually and prefer going out on trails to being in the arena. Rain is the opposite and will even physically fight me when I try to get her to walk out of the arena LOL. Rogue, meanwhile, will stare outside when we’re in the arena and constantly head toward the gate.

I’m also an external thinker type of person and I need to write everything out like this and talk about it to get it all off my chest. Hence this wall of text.

I just hate it. Booo. Fuck.

#having to get rid of pets is awful!!!!!!!!!! for the record!!!!!

[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

It Takes Time to Sew a Doll Yan. Vox x CIS. FEM Reader.

It Takes Time to Sew a Doll. Yandere Vox x Cis. Female reader. PT 1

Warnings: Creepy dreams, stalking, hits, kidnapping, intimidation, panic attacks, insomnia referenced not explicit, non con touching (not sexual), hypno, dirty thoughts, mansplaining, misogyny, the use of the pet name DOLL, use of the pronouns she/her.

Please leave a comment if you like it or not-

@bloodypeachblog @omniuravity Dedicated to my besties.

Vox knew he was spiralling.

With each static passage of electricity through the maze of wires in his body he felt his resolve crumble further… every second consumed by images flashing carelessly across his face. 

Why couldnt he get rid of these pervasive thoughts? 

When he dreamed he was happy, the bright colours would fade to black and from the black, came the black and white visions he knew deep down he couldn't ascertain. That certain kind of sweetness rid from the newer movies spewed from his own companies, that loss of perfect innocent love that he strove for. In life he couldn't get romance right, and in his resting hours his subconscious begged him to pursue that sickening farce of a “family”. .

He always awoke to his screens playing that same damn scene, under a cork tree on the top of a grassy hill he sat, wife in his arms, head across his lap as he waxed on while the sun set. A beautiful- unattainable picture that zoomed out to the suburbs he rotted away in during the final years of his life. No matter what remedy he tried, nothing could soothe the hallucinations that plagued his sleep-addled mainframes. 

It was beginning to interfere with his day to day. 

The office- a drab, but often chaotic environment buzzed just a little differently when Vox walked in that day, people gasping and awwing at their screens before hiding the monitors from him. Something was up. But there was little energy on Vox’s behalf to really care about what lower staff were doing, so long as they were getting what they needed to get done, done. 

He should have suspected, however, that it was buzzing about him.

Throughout the day the chattering that he could hear all the way in his own office died down the second he stepped in the room, so- to save himself the headache- he decided to trudge up to his lookout and find the cause of the issue. 

There right there.

Across all the screens in hell- save his own companies monitors was the scene, but across the bottom- like the reels in the TV broadcasts, was the phrase- “Have you seen this person, if found return to the VVV tower, Vox’s office, compensation of up to 1 mill will be received. No harm will come to the person. Thank you for your cooperation.” It was a start for him. 

Like the electricity that ran through his own body he ran through the building- towards the recording studio- and into his chair, forcing all staff to their positions immediately. The red lights on the cameras blinked mockingly, as if compelling him to stop before he’d do something he would regret. Snapping his fingers, Vox quickly forced all screens in the studio on him, each crystal clear monitor, displaying his own nervous face. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen, citizens of hell-'' he began, covering the edge with the quelling smoothness of his voice, “ignore the video you are seeing on the screens. It was a technical error- and nothing else. As for the young lady in this video…” He trailed off as a feed of video faded into an ages-old monitor. A beautiful display of passion… of love, and life. 

“She's not of any importance to anyone here at Voxtech, so rest assured, she does not need to be brought in for any consolation, and any attempts to give this woman here will result in you being politely escorted from the premises. Thank you for your time, this has been a Public Service Announcement.” His hands raked down his face as the screens went dark, the cords keeping them close making themselves scarce as Vox gestured away wildly, his body slumping from the overexertion of nerves. WHY THE FUCK- WAS THIS HAPPENING?

Small glitches wrought hiccups through Vox’s spine, his head hung-desperate for sleep- or at least for a decent cup of coffee, when three sharp knocks sounded. “Oh jesus- Francis! Francis can you tell them I'm a little bus- WOAH HOLY SHIT-” Vox ducked right as Francis came flying above his head. Quickly, to spare himself the equipment bill, Vox gestured for the tvs to move as his accountant was flung through. When he turned to chew out whoever was responsible for potential property damage a weight was shoved into his chest, when it writhed he dropped it.

Disgusted by what it might be. 

“Now who exactly-” “Where's the million?” “Excuse me?” Vox asked incredulously, blinking rapidly as he stared into the red eyes of the sharks before him. The poor thing on the ground only then became noticeable to him, and his heart dropped to his feet as he heard quiet crying. 

“The million.” “OH! Gentlemen Im so sorry- you see, that wasn't a real advertisement. I can understand your confusion though!” He proposed with a wide swing of his hands. “Well- I can tell you even I was stumped when I saw that. But rest assured it wasn't real…meaning…” he said with a small pout, chastising the men. “You won’t be getting anything. Now I'll see to it she gets home safe, bye bye now!” One of the two was about to make a fuss before the room burst blue for a split second, disorienting him.

“The exit is to the left off the balcony and onto the ground gentlemen, I trust you’ll stick the landing.” Francis, who had been recovering during the duration of this conversation, limped raggedly forward to excuse the two who had intruded. There wasn't much contest as the men shucked their heels into the ground and were essentially wheeled out. Nosy faces of employees peeked from every corner to determine the cause of the commotion but were broken by one of Vox’s well placed whistles. 

In an instant he slammed the doors and rushed back over to the bag laying still on the ground, nothing but a shaky tremble as he drew nearer. Something about this warmth was familiar- if not at all strange. It felt warm from the inside out- especially as he placed his hand between her shoulders to see if her breathing evened out. 

She wasn't asleep.

“Mamm?” he uttered, tapping her shoulder with a soft tone as his claw barely edged her arm. “I know you're awake, I am going to gently take off your restraints. You're safe and completely in control here.. Now, lay still for just a moment as I take these off of you ok?” Before waiting on a response his clawed hands tore through the knot that raised sad welts on the inside of her wrists. She flexed them before sitting up and going for her burlap sack. The clothes she wore were not fitting for her at all… perhaps he could fix that. A nice blue and red number with a lace collar maybe? He wanted to ponder the idea before the bag was thrown in his face and her white stockings started their scramble off the floor, and upwards. 

Now- Vox for who he was took this in stride, choosing to watch as she grabbed the nearest thing to her, (a stapler) and pointed it at him. He raised his hands, and backed away, keeping a cool face, topped with his award winning smile. 

“Hey doll, you can go ahead and put that down. I am not here to hurt you. I'm sorry my tv’s acted up the way they did.” Cords wrapped around a wheely chair and sent it under her, causing her to sit harshly and spin as the cords brought her closer to vox. “Hi.” He said with a cheesy smile as he plucked the green stapler from her hands and tossed it to the ground. 

“We got off on the wrong foot.” The woman only glared, eyes red from overexertion, features twitching with rage. “I'll start with my name. I am Vox- and you areeee?” Urging her to speak annoyed the two of them equally, Vox because he didn't get to put a voice to the woman he had been dreaming of spending the rest of his eternal life with; and her, because she obviously would rather die. 

“Y/N.” she seethed, bitterly spitting the word out at him as he swooned from her voice. “Gorgeous, you go by that?” No answer. “Bah, who needs names anyway right? I mean- names, what is a name? Is it a word, noun, adjective? You know-” he said, spinning on the back of the chair as it soared around the room, making the woman dizzy. “I'm just gonna keep calling you Doll, m’kay?” He pinched her cheek between his fingers, relishing the shocked and disgusted look he drew from her as he pulled it back.

“I think it fits! Now- you probably don't want to go home in thooose-'' he said, gesturing to her entire body. Clearly annoyed she feinted him, causing him to stumble over his words before t’sking her. “Aht. Aht. You could have met a worse fate if I didn't protect you back there… don't get smart with me…”

They both stayed like that for a minute before Vox knew he had her where he wanted her, his smile growing roguishly. “A-Atta girl!” he laughed. “I knew you could be good if you really wanted to, now, let's get you up and measur-” She cut him off. “I just need a t-shirt, and some pants..” her gruff tone astounded Vox, who pursed his lips into a smile and nodded, hands still ready to place where he needed. Placing them down he nodded, mindlessly tapping around the desk for his coffee before grabbing the cup and confidently choking down left out grape juice. “That can be done.” and in a flash it was, electricity buzzed where the old clothes were most fucked and in their place an oversized VoxTech Stars shirt hung over her. She grasped at the shirt- confused at its size before a pair of comfy sweats satiated her mind. “Now now, dont worry about how fancy you look. You're a guest here after all, everyone will know that. I have- err ...uhhh…” he said, stalling, “just about eight-ish hours left before I can clock out… can you please-” he asked with big eyes and some half assed prayer hands, “stay put until I get off?”

Her jaw dropped and eyebrows furrowed, only easing after she stared into his face. Eyes twinkling, and reflecting the colours that blinked rapidly in his eyes. To spare her from growing weary Vox sauntered forward. “How susceptible-” he whispered, holding her back with one hand and her face with another as he looked deep into her eyes, not expecting to see himself back in them. God he looked a mess, hat askew, colourful lines of stress breaking across his face, ruining his CRT scanning. The distance felt unreal, the hypnosis felt necessary, though it hadnt ever before. If there was any doubt before Vox condemned it, smiling softly as his finger trekked from her ear and down the column of her neck, doubling back around and going back over her shoulder as he released his gaze and hugged her. 

Hope crossed Vox’s mind as he held her tight, mind screaming at him to just kiss her there and have her dream the same as him… but slowly he let her go, holding her by the shoulders a fleeting second, as the nigh’ comatose state of the woman bothered him. 

With eyes rolled all the way around his head he let up, his control waning until she was just left tired, and headached by the experience. Soft groans escaped her mouth and Vox kept his shut because he knew if he opened it, it would divulge all those juicy nights of soft summer suburbia to a woman who couldnt give a flying fuck. 

“I know it feels like a needle through the brain but hey! It's not an actual needle.” That phrasing would only be slightly uncomfortable, as the rest of the day made hell, HELL.

#vox x reader #vox x female reader #yandere vox #yandere vox x reader #yandere vox x female reader #yandere vox fic #ITTSD pt.1

[biscuitblinkeu]

Someone I Can’t Live Without

Lisa Manoban x Fem!reader - Not Requested

Pure Fluff

Prompt: Your someone she can’t live without.

Here I am! Posting stuff that have absolutely nothing to do with what I say I was gonna post. Hope you enjoy this short, lol.

………………………………………………………………………………

It was one of those days for Lisa.

The days where time was spent recording lines for their title track, dancing with small photo shoots and on top of that very little breaks as their comeback neared. She usually texts you every now and then during work but today’s schedule was tight. And if the girls knew they would act like protective moms giving their daughter’s significant other the “talk”. Lisa was the significant other in that situation. She’d make it up to you tho. She always does.

In short Lisa was exhausted. She wanted to have a nice shower and god- was she starving. She missed her cats, she missed you. Lisa just wanted to go home.

Home is where you are…if your not doing something stupid with your silly friends.

-

“No! I really think this would look better on her.” You and your friends giggled at the princess dress cat clothes she held up.

“Lily won’t fit that though..” You held back your laughter at your other friend's statement. It gave you deja vu- and you knew if Lisa heard that she would say it was just her fur and pout.

“Guys,” their attention was on you now, “you guys are not helping with the suggestions, i’m getting Lily and Leo frog bucket hats.” You 're proud of your pick, they would look adorable in these. Your friends groaned playfully, disappointed none of their suggestions won. It’s not surprising, because why did they think a roach cat costume was a good idea?

You went out with your friends on a shopping trip, after that you found a cute pet store and decided to get your animal friends a gift. You got side tracked and bought a lot of stuff, but it’s for a good cause. Right.

You all headed out the store after you paid for your items, parting ways after saying goodbyes.

When you got to your shared apartment with Lisa, you cooked something up knowing Lisa would be hungry when she got here. Then you hopped in the shower after turning the stove to warm and threw on one of Lisa’s hoodies and some shorts.

You fed the cats and then decided to play with them. As you were crouched on the ground with a cat toy in your hand playing with Luca, the door opened.

Lisa walked in with a heavy sigh and you were quick to get up and ask her how her day was. She once told you it got rid of her stress talking to you and warmed her heart that you cared, so you made this sort of your routine.

“It was really exhausting and I was dying to get home to you. Speaking of you- I’m really sorry I didn’t send anything signaling I was still alive, me and the girls schedule today felt like it would never end.” You smiled at her, telling her you weren’t sad or anything. “I’m sorry to hear that, would you like me to do anything for you, love?” Her hands gravitated to your hips and gave them a little squeeze before placing a kiss on your forehead, she was content right there. The tension in her form leaving her. You felt Luca rub against your legs and bent down to pick him up(she smiled at the sight)just as Lisa’s stomach rumbled. She blushed in response, but you didn’t mind.

You simply took one of her hands and led her to the kitchen where you had made food earlier. There was already a bowl of it on the side, just for her.

She turned to you, “Aw, thank you, I love you so mu- ‘meow’. ” Her cat cut her off. She playfully glared at him, who was snug in your arms. She should be there. With a sigh she carefully pried him off you and set him on the floor. He scurried off going to do who knows what.

“Now I have some time with my girl.” Her mouth curved into a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes playfully knowing she got jealous of the cat. You stepped into her embrace, not prepared for the flurry of butterfly kisses on your face. You laughed softly, your heart melting at her words,

“I really don’t know what I would do without you.” And she never would know what that would be like, you were her rock, she yours. Each other’s everything.

#fanfic #romance #blackpink #fem reader #fluff #fem!reader #lisa x femreader #lisa x fem!reader #lisa x reader #lisa manoban #im sorry. #blackpink x reader #biscuitblinkeu

[itsnoosetome]

Voicemail is full, glass is half empty

Title: Voicemail is full, glass is half empty Rating: T Pairing: Kenny Omega/Hangman Page (past); Kenny Omega/Ibushi Kota (past, mentioned) Word Count: 2,022 words Summary: Hangman Adam Page isn't any stranger to drink, everyone knows that. Everyone also knows that drunk Adam isn't the best at making good choices. Leaving his ex a drunk voicemail might be his worst choice yet. Notes: Here I am again, back at it with the Kenny and Adam angst. To be fair to Kenny though, he's only here in spirit. There's a mild mention of drunk Hangman in the river at the beginning so tread with caution kiddos if that's something you're sensitive about. Tags: @himbos-hotline

There are a number of things that Hangman Adam Page has done while drunk. For instance he'd once jumped into a river because he'd gotten overheated during a hangout with friends and then had to be fished out by his frantic companions when his drunken limbs had made it hard to swim. They'd scolded him all the way back home and later, when he'd sobered up, he felt guilty and shameful for putting his friends through such stress. He'd once fallen asleep in the alley behind a bar and once he woke up the next day had to walk several miles back home hungover because someone had stolen his wallet. He'd felt really stupid after that one, and thanked his lucky stars that the worst thing that had happened was a lost wallet and sore feet.

In any case, Hangman has woken up too many time on the wrong side of his drunken antics and felt any combination of shame, guilt and embarrassment. Somehow his latest escapade will probably top that list and he's the safest he's ever been while drunk.

He'd been watching the game on TV and as it had gotten more and more dire for his team, he'd begun to drink more and more. Eventually he'd ended up fucking around on his phone rather than watch the dreadful end to an awful game. Scrolling Instagram and reading funny articles had somehow morphed into flicking back through his camera roll.

He really should have deleted those old pictures.

His thumb hovers over the delete button but somehow ends up just softly stroking the screen instead. It's still hard to get rid of the only evidence that Kenny was ever happy with him. Somehow slowly petting at the screen turns into scrolling contacts and before he knows it his phone is pressed to his ear and he's listening to it ring.

It keeps ringing and then there's the beep of the voicemail activating, a robotic female voice apologising for Kenny's absence. It's nice that someone else is apologising for Kenny now.

"Do people even check their voicemails anymore ?" Adam wonders out loud, drunken mind somewhat forgetting that it's being recorded.

"I know I don't. Mind you, only person that calls me up on the regular is my Ma so I don't hafta. Most people just text I guess nowadays but I ain't opened our text thread in a long while. Too many arguments and I love yous that I don't wanna relive. Shoulda deleted it like I shoulda deleted the old pictures but I can't. Dunno why."

Adam picks at a fraying hole in his jeans, aware he knows why but saying out loud makes it seem sadder somehow. Even though there's no one to hear him in his empty apartment.

"Dunno why I even called ya. Jus' drunk again  I guess and missin' ya. I know you probably ain't surprised by that. I was lookin' at those old pictures and missed you all of sudden. Well no it wasn't so much sudden. I've been missin' you a long time, missed you when we were still together even. That probably shoulda been a sign I took more notice of huh ?"

Adam missed a lot of signs. The distance, the one word answers, the maybe next times, the unhappy faces that were unconvincingly explained away. The trips to Japan all alone for work that got extended to see old friends. Stupid, stupid Adam missed them all.

"Do you remember the zoo ? Ya know, the real good one where they let you hold that little koala fella ? You were so happy that day. You were real tender with all the animals small 'nd tall, then when we got to the end you looked at me with these real soft eyes and said 'Thanks for this Adam'. Boy that made me feel about ten feet tall."

He still dreams about that trip sometimes, not that he'd admit it outside of late nights staring up at the ceiling. It was one of those rare days where everything had felt just perfect. Kenny had laughed at all his jokes, had showed him as much affection as either of them were comfortable with in public and they'd eaten cotton candy like they were kids again.

"Felt about 20 feet tall when you gave me that damned stuffed horse. Musta cost you an arm and a leg, those places are always so darn expensive, but you said he'd be real lonely if I didn't take him. You always did know how to twist me around to your way of thinking. I still have him ya know, Hunter Horse Helmsley the 4th. He's in the closet now, not like we were but because I put him there. Used to live on the bed with me but after everything I moved him to a new pasture. Another thing I can't let go of huh ?"

Life sure would be simpler if Adam could let go of things as easy as others. There's a long silence where Adam picks a new hole in his jeans and curses himself for not being better, or stronger.

"D'ya ever wonder where it all went wrong Ken ?" He asks quietly, like he daren't ask the question out loud for fear of something terrible happening.

Adam sure as hell does. He's spent months in fact dissecting their relationship like a medical examiner with a complicated corpse. He hasn't found a cause of death yet or maybe it's that he's found too many to conclude which one was the final blow.

"D'ya ever look back on our relationship and see the moment where it got all fucked up ? I try but I can't see it. Maybe I was too drunk to see it going wrong. That's what you woulda said at the end there. 'You're too drunk to notice anything Page' and you mighta been mean but I guess you weren't wrong." Adam's unflattering impression of Kenny quickly peters out into a watery thin voice that has him clearing his throat.

"I reckon if you thought about it you'd probably know where it all went wrong. You were always smarter than me at that kinda stuff. Give me an equation and I'll solve it but give me a person 'nd i'm fumblin' in the dark. Maybe if I knew a thing or two more about people you'd have stayed. Then again maybe not right ?"

Adam breaks his train of thought to awkwardly laugh, he tries to sheepishly rub the back of his neck but forgets he's got the phone in his hand. 

"That probably ain't the only thing that's wrong with me that you decided you couldn't deal with no more. Can't say I blame you either, some days I look in that bathroom mirror and I ain't sure I can deal with myself."

Most days if he's honest. That very morning he'd stumbled into the bathroom and almost recoiled in horror from his own reflection. He'd looked pale and drawn, the dark circles under his eyes looking worse in comparison. His hair had been stringy, curls limp and without any bounce to them. He'd smelled so strongly of alcohol and sweat that he'd even grossed himself out, not that he'd been in a rush to fix it when there was no one else to complain. You couldn't blame Kenny for leaving that guy.

"What was I sayin' ? Oh yeah all the stuff I got wrong. Was I not romantic enough ? Boy I sure tried even with all the travellin' and us not bein' public and all."

There's a lengthy pause before Adam blurts out, "Was Kota romantic ? I can't imagine it but we never did spend a lot of time together me and him. Aw damn, shouldn't have brought him up at all should I ? You didn't like that either, always knew he was a sore subject."

Boy could Hangman relate to complicated feelings about ex-boyfriends.

"I'm sorry for askin' about him when we were together. Guess I just wanted to know what I was up against. He's older than me and more handsome, more cultured I bet, I just wanted to know I was doin' something better than him. Ya know what's funny ? I used to say to myself sometimes that I had you and he didn't so I musta been doing something good. Ain't even got that hill to stand on now do I ?"

Adam has the sudden urge for another drink but the fact that he's out of booze stops him from attempting to walk. He'd probably just fall down the front steps again anyway.

"Maybe it's some other failin' of mine. Was it that I was dead weight in the ring as well as in your life ? I could see how that'd test a fella's patience. Kenny the Cleaner, the Belt Collector, he can't be seen with some dumb Virginia farm boy that don't know how to hit a 450 Splash without near killin' himself. You deserve someone with real," Adam flails his hand for a second as he thinks of an appropriate word, forgetting that Kenny and the voicemail can't see him, "pizzazz, someone like Kota... Ah shit I brought him up again."

Maybe he does need that drink. He heaves himself up from the couch and wobbles precariously for a moment before landing back on the seat with a thump. Or then again may not.

"Ya gotta believe me Kenny, I trained real hard to be better. Maybe not as flashy but to be something you could be proud of. I changed up my diet, my workouts, studied so many matches it darn near made my brain spin. S'why I'm injured right now and I'm drunk on the couch instead of in the ring out in Florida. Still tryna prove myself to you even thought you told me to hit the road and you won't look me in the eyes no more. Ain't that sad ?"

It is sad. Adam feels sad doing it a lot of the time but he just can't stop himself. It's second nature now to try and get Kenny to look at him, to notice him, so he can bask in that light for even just a second.

"D'ya know Ken, I reckon that might just be the real problem at the heart of all of this. I want your approval so darn much, I want you to be as proud of me as you are the Bucks. Prouder even. Ain't real fair on you is it ? This starry eyed pretend cowboy looking up at you on high, asking you to carry all his hopes and dreams. Always asking for validation and unwavering love. People always say you shouldn't meet your idols, and I darn sure know you shouldn't date them. You can't worship who you wanna love."

Adam swallows the lump in his throat and makes another attempt at leaving the couch. Maybe it's not time for another drink but it does seem like time for bed. He's more successful this time at staying upright and begins the slow shuffle towards his bedroom.

"Funny how you call yourself a wrestling god now ain't it ? When I was your number one devotee you couldn't have been more human. Gettin' all grandiose again, putting you up on a pedestal when I shouldn't be."

He falls face first onto the bed when he stumbles into his room. His voice muffled by the covers his mouth is pressed into but Adam can't be bothered to turn his head. Instead he grabs a pillow to hold to make himself more comfortable.

"I didn't even call to talk about all that really. I just wanted to talk about the good times, so there's another thing I've gone and messed up. If ya keepin' a list Kenny you'd better add that one too." Adam laughs, a sound more acid in his throat than anything else.

He falls asleep like that, jeans still on, phone beeping against his ear and a pillow clutched in his arms so he can pretend that there's someone beside him. No one in particular, just someone that won't leave him this time.

#one winged cowboys #curly boyfriends #kenny omega #hangman page #fanfic writing

[threadwitchpenelope]

Two Week Notice

"Go away, Az."

"Lucky, please, hear me out."

Penelope slammed down the box of supplies she was holding and rounded on her ex, a snarl on her lips. "No. You don't get to call me by that stupid fucking pet name anymore. You lost that right ages ago. And for the record? I fucking hated it. The whole time."

Az held up his hands and took a step back. "Sorry! Sorry. Penelope. I just...I realized how bad I fucked up. I want to make things right. Come on, what happened to us? We were going to get married?"

She scoffed. "What happened? Are you stupid? You cheated on me! And then you had the gall to tell me that you'd still consider marrying me if I was 'cool' about it! You asked me if I could blame you! Do you have any concept of how fucked up that was?!"

"We both said a lot of things in the heat of the moment-"

"You said it a day later as I was moving your things out."

Az sighs like he's tired. Like she's the one making this difficult. Which, to be fair, she is. But like hell she'll let him make her feel bad for it. She does pull back. Composure.

"You know what your problem is, Az?" She looks at him. He looks the same, if a few years older but on closer inspection, his clothes are rumpled and worn. His hair is greasy. He's had a bad time of it. Good. "You treated loving me like a job. Like...like I was one of your clients. You did what I asked you to do but only that. The bare minimum."

He bristled. "Hey! I brought you flowers, I took you on dates!"

"Did you do them because you liked doing it? Or because you were taught that they were necessary?" She narrows her eyes. "Were you ever happy when we were together? At all?"

He presses his lips into a firm line. "Of course I was. I...Yeah, okay, I thought the flowers were dumb and didn't like the places we went to when you got to pick. But that's what love is! Compromise!"

"And you still cheated. Happy people don't cheat on the person they intend to marry. Admit it...you never loved me. I just checked all your boxes for what a spouse is supposed to be." She sighed. "Az. You're not a bad person. You made some awful decisions...but I'm not looking to hire someone for the role of my partner in life. And I'd rather be alone forever than settle for someone who's okay with just enough."

Az stared her down but he, too, slumped. He laughed, rueful and charming like always. "I had to try. It's been awful without you. But you have my number? If you change your mind?" He offered out a post-it note with a number scrawled on it.

She smiled at him and accepted the paper. "Goodbye, Az. Please don't come back. I wish you well."

"...Bye, Penelope." He turned, put his stupid hat back on, and walked out the door. Penny locked it after him. She turned, went into her office, and let herself collapse into her chair. She wouldn't cry here. She promised herself she wouldn't taint her shop with tears again.

She glanced at the post-it. She crumpled it and tossed it into the basket. It bounced off of the rim and rolled under a nearby table. Penny left it where it was. She'd get rid of it later.

Instead, she closed up and packed her things to head home. It was Purpled's turn to cook and Dream or Sapnap or Niki would want to stop over for leftovers or cards at some point in the evening. She let Az's visit slip out of her mind for the time being.

She had to keep moving forward. For her own sake.

#musings #Two Week Notice by Leanna Firestone is stuck in my head #So I'm making it everyone's problem

[soclonely]

Angie!!! 1000+ followers!!! I am so happy to be able to interact with you 🥺 You are always so lovely online, always supportive, and your creativity blows me away every time. 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

WITH THAT SAID!!!! i have a fic request...

The Spring Cleaning prompt with 99 and little kiddos Domino Squad? 👉👈💙

HELLO I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FRIEND OF COURSE YOU CAN REQUEST THAT. For you, I would rewrite the declaration of independance to give Owls the power to make decisions for America <3 As always you are so lovely and encouraging, and I don't know where I would be without you and Tech in a speedo!

Prompt: Spring Cleaning Pairings/Group: 99 and the Domino Babies

"You can't keep everything!" Echo squeaks to his , crossing his arms firmly. "We have to make room for some of the new cadets coming in!"

"Aw leave him alone, Echo!" Fives rolls his eyes. He slings the rag he was using to wipe the nearby window over his shoulder and sighs."It's bad enough we have to clean up every single corner of our barrack! We don't need you nagging us too!"

"No he's right!" Another cadet chimed in, peering over the corner of his bunk. "The quicker we all get done, the quicker we can go back to the training room and work on some target practice!"

Hevy snorts as he tosses some papers into the nearby trash bin."You mean you can work on some target practice Droidbat." He puffs out his chest proudly. "I have the highest score out of our entire batch-"

"Yeah and the lowest IQ!" Cut-Up snorts, leaning back in his chair. "They are all right though, Vod." Cut-Up turns to 99."We do have to get rid of some things. You have that whole trunk full of things, 99." He reaches into the chest and pulls out a picture, smiling."Who is that?" He asks, holding up the photo to reveal a group of your troopers.

99 smiles, taking the photo gently. "That was my batch." He shows them, pointing to himself in the center. "See? There I was when I was about your age." He sighs. "That was a long, long time ago though." He chuckles, placing the photo in the 'keep' pile. "This whole trunk is full of very important things if I need to." He glances over it all, feeling slightly overwhelmed. "It's just going to be a bit hard to part with all of this stuff. It's important to me."

"Aw don't listen to them 99!" Fives asks, peering over Cut-Up's shoulder."I think its cool to have stuff! All we have in our trunks is our stupid gear."

"And the cool paper dolls you make us, 99!" Droidbait chimes in, hopping down from the top bunk. "Those are very important to us!"

"Well I am glad to hear that." 99 chuckles, ruffling the cadets hair. He sighs, rubbing a hand over his balding head."I just always find it hard to let go of things." He pulls out a small envelope from the box and smiles. "This is a letter from one of your older brothers I received when the war first started. Now he is a famous captain in the 501st, working alongside jedi and troopers alike!"

"That's going to be us one day!" Droidbait takes the letter slowly, wide eyed. "To think this has actually traveled across the galaxy and right to you!" He whispers, reading it to himself."Can I take this to the archive later and read up about the planets he mentions?" He looks up at 99 eagerly. "I promise I will give it back!"

"Of course you can." 99 chuckles. He reaches into the trunk once more. "And this here is a small stuffie that another brother from the 104th had sent to me when they first landed on Coruscant!" He takes out the small purple tooka, hugging it. "Extra soft!" He hands it over to Hevy.

"This thing its… kinda cute." Hevy's tough guy facade falls, as he pets the stuffed animal slowly. "It is soft!" He grins, holding it to his chest. "Can I keep this little guy with me in my bunk tonight?"

99 nods, digging through another layer in his trunk. "I think you will enjoy this, Cut-Up." he smiles, pulling out a small recorder. "This has some music by Max Rebo." he hands over the device to the eager cadet. "Just be careful and don't hit that X button there or you will delete the whole recording."

"Gee thanks 99!" Cut-Up immediately presses the play button. "I heard the trainers talk about this stuff once! I like it!" He laughs, swaying his hips from side to side. "Catchy!"

"I knew you would like it." 99 chuckles.

Fives reaches in and takes out a small black bag."Whats this?" he asks, unzipping the bag slowly. He takes out a pair of tweezers. "Is this a torture kit?" He asks eagerly, pinching the ends of the tweezers onto Echo's arm.

"Ouch! That hurt!" Echo jerks away, pushing Fives. "Its a grooming kit you idiot! Standard issue!" he growls, rubbing his arm. "That's going to leave a mark!"

Fives turns to 99."But you don't need a grooming kit! You are bald, vod!" He blurts out.

99 bursts into laughter. "Yes, I suppose I am." He runs his hand over his head once more. "Would you like to keep it safe for me, Fives?" he asks, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

"Thank you 99!" Fives clutches the bag to his chest. "It will be great for grooming my mustache."

"Fives you don't have a mustache!" Echo rolls his eyes, sighing. "Is that an old regs manual?" he asks, looking in the bottom of the trunk. "Wow it is! And its-"

"First edition that was ever put out for us troopers!" 99 hands it over to Echo. "And I think it would be perfect for you!" He smiles, watching the eager boy bury his nose in the book. "I remember the day we got those handed out to us." he sighs.

Hevy wanders back over to the trunk and smiles, looking down into it. "Well hey! It looks like you did get rid of some things after all, 99!" he claps his hand. "I think we can call it a day and go grab a bite to eat in the Mess, eh boys?"The others nod in agreement and stand up.

"Are you coming?" Fives asks, turning to 99.

"You boys go ahead." 99 shoos them, waving a hand. "I think I am going to go through all of this a little more." He looks down at the chest and smiles.

#through the seasons with 99 #requests #star wars #clone trooper 99 #the domino squad #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #clone trooper hevy #clone trooper droidbait #clone trooper cut-up

[ravenxd]

Another Way to Show Love

3 A.M Thoughts - Poly! Cc! Dream Team x F!Reader

Imagine Dream and Sapnap fucking their sub, and George just wakes up to you moaning as they both make you cum. Maybe George helps clean you up... by using his mouth. You then reward him by sucking him off, while Dream and Sapnap watch and record the whole thing... then it ends with super sweet fluff<3.

- Just some more thoughts♡♡♡♡.

Dom! Dreamnap/ Dom! Dream and Dom! Sapnap x Sub! GeorgeNotFound x Sub! Reader.

Contents: Double Penetration in the same hole, Cum eating, Blowjob, Polyamorous Relationships, Afab! Reader, Dream and Sapnap taking photos and recording. Guilty Sapnap because he thinks he hurts s/o, fluff<3, aftercare-ish themes<3...

You cover your mouth, hoping that you can contain in the many sounds that come whenever they both rock their hips. But it's so damn impossible. You just have to thank the fact that George really is a heavy sleeper.

Sapnap was below you, having pulled you onto his lap with your ass facing him. Dream was infront of you, keeping his pace as he fucked into your hole, the same one Sapnap was heavenly buried into. You shut your eyes, clinge onto Dream and let many small moans fall.

"Dream.. Sap~.." You couldn't take it any longer, having one of them in you was good as it was, but when you have two of your boyfriends, while the other was asleep, the pleasure just intensifies. They were both buried so deep inside, both of their cocks being milked by your pussy. Dream smirked seeing the state you were in.

"Can't take it? Or is it just too good?" He groans, Sapnap then jumps in.

"You like when both Dream and I fuck you?" Sapnap asks in addition to Dream's question. You nod your head, taking one of Dream and Sapnap's hand.

"I do~! So much! Love it.." You moan.

Dream pinned your hand onto the bed, while Sapnap did the same, it slightly hurt but you were so blissed out by the pleasure that you didn't find it anywhere in yourself to even care.

"I'm gonna- oh fuck! I'm gonna cum~! Please! Harder..!" You beg, your voice growing raspy.

"Yeah? Being stuffed with Sapnap and I got you cumming faster? You like being stuffed with two cocks?" Dream groans as he feels your walls tighten around him and Sapnap even more. He knew you loved the way he spoke. You felt his hand take a stronger hold onto yours, as did Sapnap. The coil in your stomach that formed was near close to snapping.

Sapnap's hips slammed into you harder, his free hand played with your chest, Dream does the same and they both begin to play with your perked up nipples.

"Mhm~! So fucking good..! D-Dream- Sapnap- I'm gonna cum-!" You let out high pitched moan and you just let it happen. They both thrust once more into you, both their cocks spurting their seed into your womb. Your own orgasm spilling over their lower halves. You were still moaning uncontrollably, you felt a shift and saw that Dream had lowered his body down.

Sapnap began to pet Dream's hair, while Dream slowly left kisses across your neck and jawline.

"G-Guys...? What are you doing..?" George asked, your eyes widen and you turn to look over at George.

"Awe.. our other Angel has finally woken up.." Sapnap teases. Dream quickly looks over, he slowly raises himself up.

"Baby.. be a good boy and pass me my phone.." Dream asks, George's blush deepened at the name as he reaches over to the drawer and picks Dream's phone up. He hands it over and Dream takes it. Then you realized that he was taking a picture.. you squeezed around him and Sapnap.

"Fuck Y/n..." Dream moaned softly, you see the flash go off.

"Happy memories.." Dream teases as he tossed his phone to the side. You moaned as he slowly pulled out, leaving Sapnap last to pull you off him. You quickly close your legs, feeling their cum drip down. Sapnap swiftly moves from underneath you.

"Dream, pass me your phone. George, come here.." Sapnap says, Dream raised an eyebrow but listened to his lover anyway. Dream once again grabbed his phone and gave it to Sapnap.

George nervously obeyed Sapnap, you layed below all three of your boyfriends.

Sapnap pats a space right in front of you. George slowly crawls to you.

"Y/n.. open up.." Dream finally catches on, you slowly open your legs. Sapnap smirks and opens up the camera on Dream's phone.

"Pretty little cunt.." He says and you grew red within seconds, after coming to realize that he was taking another picture.

"Clean her up." Dream tells George. George slowly bends over, his face coming unbelievably close to your drenched hole. He moaned at the sight and immediately stuck his tongue out, licking up every drop that spilled out when your boys had both pulled out. You moan and take a grip to his brown hair, he began to suck on your clit. Causing you to rock your hips up, you just found it in you to completely ignore the fact that after a few flashes, the camera on Dream's phone wasn't going off anymore.. because it was just constantly on.

You further open your legs, allowing for George to hold onto your thighs, tongue diving into your cum filled pussy. By the time he was nearly done cleaning you up, you were nearly babbling incoherent sentences.

He pulled away, you stay laying down. Slowly raising your body up to sit.

You turn over to your other boyfriends, once again ignoring the flash.

"Daddy.. Can I suck his cock..?" You say motioning to the incredibly noticeable bulge at George's sweatpants.

Dream and Sapnap look at each other, they both nodded their heads.

"Go ahead babygirl.." Dream answers. You smile which George reciprocated. He took your place so he could lay down onto the pillows. You eagerly help George take his shirt off and pulled down his grey sweatpants along with his boxers, both of which you helped him get completely rid of. You hear both Sapnap and Dream get closer, you turn to face them.

"Go on.." Dream says, you nod your head, taking George's length into your hands, his tip was completely smeared with precum. Standing so tall, you only crave more. You slowly lower your head down, completely bending over.

Your lips made contact with the head of his cock, slowly taking him into your warm mouth. George moans at the relief of finally getting touched, you grow giddy inside. Fully taking in his throbbing member, until you felt you couldn't, so you resort to jerking the rest of what you couldn't put into your mouth.

"Ohh.. Y/n~.." He moves his hips around, you don't make an attempt to stop him, just taking in whatever he gives you.

You suck on his dick, using your tongue to try and add more to his pleasure, and it seemed to work because his breathing was staggering. You can't blame him, after hearing you getting completely fucked by Dream and Sapnap, and him having to clean up their mess, he was incredibly sensitive to touch.

You feel Dream's hand pushing your hair away, you slowly open your eyes to see that Sapnap had also gotten closer with Dream's phone, the camera still rolling. You choose to ignore it, now proudly working on your sensitive boy's cock. With a few more sucks and jerks, his breathing pace had increased as he was silently groaning.

"Gonna cum?" Dream asked George, "You like the way our pretty girl can also use her mouth to make you cum?" George nodded his head, his lips parting.

"So much.." He groans, completely coming undone as his cum shoots into your mouth, Dream quickly turns his attention over to you.

"Keep it in." You obey his request. Dream motioned Sapnap over. Sapnap smirks and does so.

"Open up babe~.." Sapnap says, you proudly do so. Showing off your work, George's cum was all over your tongue. Nearly dribbling down, until Sapnap was quick enough to use a finger to push it back into your mouth.

"Swallow." Dream says, you do as he says. Once again opening your mouth up, to prove you had. Sapnap then uses a hand to pet your hair.

"Good girl.." He says, which causes you to warm up and smile. Dream then sat by you, Sapnap reverted hiz attention over to George.

He pulled you into an embrace, "How's my favorite girl doing..? You feeling good?"

"I feel like I'm high.. a little tired.." You say, a blissed out smile wiped onto your face as you lean onto his shoulder. He smiles and chuckled.

Sapnap sets Dream's phone down.

"How about Sapnap and I get you and George properly cleaned up and dressed? Eat something, watch a movie, and get some sleep?" He asks, you quickly nod your head.

"Alright." He gets up and plants a small kiss to your lips.

"Let me wash off real quick and I'll get to you." He smiles, he walks out with Sapnap.

You turn over to George, who was sitting up.

You crawl over to him, pulling him into a hug.

"I love you so much.." You mumble, he pulls you in.

"I love you too.." You both stay in the position a little long, until you finally hear your two other boyfriends come into the room.

"Come on you two, we have to get you cleaned up." Dream says, helping George up, while Sapnap got to you.

"Are you good babe? We didn't hurt you, did we?" Sapnap asked, as he helps you get up.

"I'm okay.." You say, holding onto Sapnap. Finding that you can't exactly walk right. "And no, you didn't hurt me."

Sapnap stays quiet, you think nothing of it and get into the warm bath with George. They both help you get cleaned, washing out your hair, and using body wash to clean you up good. At the end of it, you're sitting with George by the end of your shared bed, using a towel to dry your hair.

Dream walks into the room with a tray filled with various foods. He placed it by the drawer.

You and George grew excited, until you looked over at Dream.

"Dream where's Sapnap?" You ask, he turns around and his face falters.

"I think he's still in the kitchen.. I'll be back okay? Choose something to watch." He says, turning on the TV and tossing the controller over to the both of you. You reach and give it to George.

"Pick something, mkay? Gonna go get something from the kitchen. Want something?" You ask George. George shakes his head.

"I'm good." You smile and nod, reaching over to kiss his lips. You slowly stood up and walked out of the room, slowly making your way down the stairs.

"Sapnap, if she was hurt she would have told us.. You know she doesn't like lying to us." Dream says as he pulled his boyfriend into a hug, all of a sudden you remember his previous question.

'We didn't hurt you, did we?'

"But she could barely walk.." Sapnaps muffled voice was still audible.

"Sapnap.. she's okay, she would let us know if we were going too hard on her.." Dream says as he makes Sapnap look up at him. "She's fine, okay?"

Sapnap looks off to the ground, "What if she isn't.."

You slowly descend down the stairs.

"Sapnap...? I'm okay..!" You say as you made your way over to both of your boyfriends. Sapnap looked over at you, guilt clouded his eyes.

"Y/n? You should be in bed with George." He says as Dream pulled away to turn around and look at you.

"I know, but I came to get something.. You didn't hurt me Sapnap.." You try reassuring him, he doesn't say anything. But he does hold onto you.

"You'll tell me if we ever do, right?" He asked, you smile and nod your head. " Please, lets go with George already?" You ask as you take a candy bag from the cabinet.

Sapnap smiled, as did Dream. "Yeah, okay.."

As soon as you had made it to the room, George had already picked a movie, waiting for the return of his partners.

That night, you fell asleep holding onto Sapnap, with George in between, and Dream spooning you.

Hope you all enjoy this one<3, remember that my requests are still open so feel free to drop in a request<3.

#dream smp smut #dream smp x reader smut #sapnap smut #Dom! Sapnap #georgenotfound smut #Sub! Georgenotfound #Dom! DreamWasTaken #Dom! Dream #Dream Team Smut #Raven's 3 A.M Thoughts #dream team x reader smut

[erodasfishtacos]

The Brits Dilemma

” Prompt: Harry & Y/N go to the Brits. It’s the first time they’ve been away from their baby. Y/N is struggling but doesn’t want to ruin the night for her husband.

Word Count: 1.8 k +

Warnings: Depictions of breastfeeding

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The award show was going well. It was the first time Y/N had been out in nearly three months besides a few brunch dates and grocery shopping.

Usually, she was pretty confident in what she wore to accompany her husband to all of these flashy events - but not tonight.

Her bump had deflated but she was still attempting to get rid of the stubborn pouch that stayed after the baby had been born. It wasn’t anything out of the norm - just still trying to lose it.

She was breastfeeding and her breasts were much larger than before. They felt heavy and too big for her body. Not to mention, they were constantly swollen and achey. Pads were a must so she doesn’t leak through the tight satin black dress.

The dress was a beautiful custom design by Gucci that complimented Harry’s sharp suit but nothing felt right. It was digging into her sides and made it hard for her to sit on her chair.

The Brits were held in the O2 Arena which wasn’t very far from their London home but she felt like she was lightyears away from her baby. Even though she knew Sasha was in good hands with Anne.

Y/N was so proud of Harry for being up for five - yes, five different awards. It was a record for him and she didn’t want to let him down by complaining. It was his night. He’s been such a devote father - he deserved a break too.

So she swallowed down the anxiety she was feeling about being away from their little newborn for the night along with her worries about her changing body.

There was milling about between the tables before the show got started. Harry had people coming up him constantly - congratulating him on the album, the nominations, the baby.

Married life and fatherhood suited him well. A dazzling wedding band on his left ring finger, a necklace with an S for his daughter, along with her name freshly inked on right above his butterfly tattoo.

The open jacket he wore with is his barely buttoned dress shirt displayed it proudly. It was beautiful, done delicately in a timeless cursive. The font match his wife name that was tattooed on his hand.

He couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t excited to have a night out with his wife. He had Jeff booked a hotel for the night to have some alone time with you while his mum got to enjoy a night with her only grandchild.

Y/N was counting down the hours up until tomorrow when she could go home to see her baby. She should really tell Harry that she wants to go home and not out to a club and the hotel.

But the it just slowly starts to deteriorate further when a bald, plump business exec comes to greet the two of you. He gives his warm wishes about the birth of your child before smiling at Y/N and stating, “The baby weight will come off soon enough.”

Her throat closes up a bit and she self-consciously tries to push her chair closer to the table. It was the last thing that she needed to hear. Confirming all of her worst insecurities.

Harry glares at the man before turning to his wife, “Hey, you look s’perfect, my love. I’m so bloody lucky you’re mine.”

He’s truly trying his hardest to bring a smile to her face but he notices it’s never quite meeting her eyes. 

It get even worse when Harry gets his first award, male solo artist of the year. 

As she’s standing and clapping for him - she realizes she’s beginning to leak through her nipple inserts.

Y/N excuses herself in the middle of his acceptance speech to rush through the string of tables - out into the corridor. The last thing she wanted to do was for it to show up on a very expensive dress.

The echo of his voice can still be heard, “Love to thank my beautiful wife who makes writing sappy love songs easy and was the main inspiration for my recent album. She also just gave birth to our beautiful baby.....”

She feels awful when she tunes him out, finding the bathroom and hurriedly rushing in. There’s a gorgeous woman standing at the sink, washing their hands. 

Fucking Taylor Swift.

Any other time it’d be awkward and uncomfortable - running into an ex who wrote multiple songs about her husband.

But she couldn’t careless right now, “Hi, erm, this is really weird but could you unzip my dress? I’m leaking and - shit that was way too much information.”

But Taylor smiles kindly, “No! It’s okay, totally. No worries. Congratulations on your baby - you look so hot tonight.”

Y/N laughs and thanks her for unzipping the dress before going into a stall and locking the door. She slides her bra straps off her shoulders and disposes of the soaked pad in the sanitary bin.

Luckily, she has a clean burp rag that she gently swipes at her breast - wincing as it brushes against her swollen nipples. Even the soft fabric felt too rough on them.

It’s a minute or two before the bathroom door swings open, “Y/N? Lovie? Are you in ‘ere?”

She feels guilt at the panic in his voice. Managing to croak out, “I’m in here,” before leaning forward to unlock the door.

Harry waste no time in sliding into the stall before latching the lock again. Taking in the sight of his wife in front of him.

“I-I started leaking, M’sorry,” Y/N whispers, she has no reason to feel embarrassed but she is. “I missed your speech.”

“None of that, baby. I’ll give more speeches for you to hear - I only care that you’re okay. I’m sorry y’leakin, lemme help you, pet.”

In true Harry fashion, he takes the rag and turns on the sink - running it under warm water before carefully cleaning his wife up.

“Are they botherin’ you? They look irritated and super swollen, darling,” Harry frowns, a very gentle thumb coming to brush against her nipple. Then cupping her swollen breast in his hand, thumb rubbing at the pink skin.

“Just a little bit,” She lies, they’re absolutely on fire with chafing and skin irritation from the bra she’s wearing. She never thought she’d miss her nursing bras and sports bras this much.

He nods and helps place new inserts in her bra. Who’d think this is what Harry would be doing between accepting awards. Everyone unassuming in the arena.

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Harry has been four for four thus far into the ceremony. They’d only had him go up and give two acceptance speeches. His hand firmly planted on his wife’s thigh throughout. 

When he went up for his second award, the camera zooms in and the crowd coos are he plants a kiss on his wife’s lips before pulling her into a hug - whispering something into her ear the audience can’t hear.

He was much more focused on his wife. He could read her fairly well - he’d like to think. Enough to know she’s having much fun. But he didn’t want to bring it up and make her feel bad.

Harry sees the way she keeps adjusting her bra, fidgets with his rings when his hands in his lap, and not even really looking up while one of her favorite artist - Dua Lipa -performs.

Y/N loved a good party before the baby. So Harry was hoping going to the Brits afterparty would make her feel better and then going back to their hotel room for a some alone time.

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Y/N has been increasingly quiet when they’re exiting the arena after the final award artist of the year - which Harry had also won.

He was on cloud nine and admittedly a little distracted as he joked and laughed with a small group of friends on the way out. 

“Alright, should we all just pile into a cab for the ride to the party?” Nick Grimshaw asks everyone.

Everyone is in agreement - including Harry -as he calls to order one - standing in the blocked off area away from fans and paparazzi.

Y/N wants to tell him she wants to go home to Sasha but when she hears him say, “Can’t wait to get to Exhibit - haven’t been there in forever. One of my favorite clubs.”

She bites her tongue. Harry is enjoying his night out - why can’t she?

In the taxi, she’s sat on Harry’s lap as they make their way to the club. His one hand is on her inner thigh and the other is on her waist holding her steady.

In the morning, she’ll blame her post-partum hormones and anxiety. But she doesn’t even realizing her eyes are filling with tears and when she blinks they spill down her face.

She wouldn’t feel as embarrassed if she wasn’t in the car full of literal celebrities who are filled with adrenaline and excitement. Chattering and drinking from little liquor bottles they’d snuck in their jackets and clutches.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Rita Ora asks from her seat - noticing the streaks ruining your makeup.

She nods pathetically, wiping at her eyes but Harry is turning her to face him. His bright green eyes filled with concern as he studies her face.

The previously very obnoxiously loud cab becomes silent as they try to give the couple a semblance of non-existent privacy.

“What’s happening, dove? Are you hurting?” Harry panics, coming to wipe the smeared makeup away.

“I don’t want to go to the club,” Y/N sniffles, squeezing her eyes shut at how embarrassed she is of her behavior. She would usually never act this way - especially in public. And Harry knows that so it makes him even more concerned.

“That’s okay, pet. We can go have a night in, when the cab stops - we can uber back to the hotel,” Harry soothes, surprised when that brings on fresh tears.

“N-no, I want to go home. I miss the baby, I want to- need to see our baby. I-I can’t do this. My anxiety is through the roof, Harry. What if she can’t sleep? Or isn’t taking the bottle?”

“Baby, breathe, breathe. We can go home. I miss the bub terribly too. Have been worried about her all night.”

Harry tugs his wife into his chest further - tucking her head into his neck as he shoots his friends grateful looks. They all nod, sympathetic and understanding - despite them not having kids of their own.

**

“I ruined your night,” Y/N says softly in the back of the uber home. “I leaked during the show; cried in front of all your friends.”

Harry takes her chin gentle but firm until she meets his gaze, “You didn’t ruin anything f’me. All I care about is you and the baby - not some stupid award ceremony or party.”

He continues on, “You just gave us Sasha three months ago - y’bloody amazing. Best mum, best wife. Sexiest too - know you don’t think that right now but your body literally grew my baby. I get a hard-on everytime I see you.”

They both laugh, Y/N leaning forward to capture her husbands lips in a meaningful kiss of gratitude and thanks.

**

Anne smiles kindly when the two of them arrive home. A very fussy, red-faced swaddled baby coddled in her arms. 

“She hasn’t settled for quite a while now - she missed her parents very much,” Harry’s mum tells them, transferring her into her father’s arms. He’s automatically rocking and running his thumb over her cheek.

“Ooh, we missed you. Was Nana nice to you?” Harry coos. Sasha has already quieted and is blinking tearfully up at her smiling father.

“Such a good girl, best girl,” Y/N sighs, leaning in to kiss her downy hair. Harry’s hand coming to wrap around his wife’s waist as they peer down at their perfect little daughter.

Anne smiles at his son and daughter-in-law fawning over their little creation with so much love and adoration.

After a minute of chatting -Harry’s mum makes her way up to the guest room after a long night with a miserable baby. They make their way to their room where Y/N strips out of her tight dress and awful bra. 

She sits against the headboard in just a pair of soft cotton panties. Harry is gently shushing her and humming a melody as his wife gets situated. He knew she was anxious to feed the baby.

“That’s it my sweet thing. Y’missed us, hm? We missed you too, bub. Nana said y’wouldn’t take the bottle. Only want your mumma, hmm?” Harry coos, kissing her chubby cheeks.

He’s then giving Y/N the baby, who ferociously latching within seconds and begins eating like she’d been starved for the last week. Making weak little rumbles as she does so.

They both giggle fondly, Y/Ns fingers come to touch her fluttering cheek - memorizing her over and over again.

Harry gets onto the bed and settles next to the both of them. Watching his baby feed in amazement at what his wife was capable of. He smears a few kisses against her bare shoulder - hand on his baby’s back.

How strong she was - as he knew it had to be at least a little bit painful with how irritated her nipples had been. He can tell when she winces every once in a while.

He plants a few more kisses to her warm skin - noticing her eyes getting a bit droopy as Sasha feeds at a slow, suckling pace.

“If I’m being honest, being with you - watching you feed our baby...I’d rather be here than at any club.” 

Y/N snorts, rolling her eyes, “Sure.”

Her husband frowns, “M’serious, this is all I need, baby.”

“I love you, congratulation on all your Brits,” Y/N murmurs, pecking at his lips.

“I love you too. I meant it, during my speeches. I wouldn’t have been able to write those songs if you hadn’t inspired me. You’ll and the bab will always be the best muse.”

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How to get Hit-listed by a Stonehide Lawachurl (High School AU!)

Part 6 of the highschool au

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Synopsis: Childe’s a menace to everyone when playing dodgeball. Even as his new girlfriend, you’re no exception to his affinity for raising hell during the most tranquil of circumstances.

Warnings: Swearing, bad humor, and absolutely horrid spelling mistakes.

Words: 5.3k

Note: Longest chapter yet sheeeesh 🗿

Negotiation is an art.

Childe, or "Tartaglia" has utilized the art of negotiations in his daily life. Whether that be scamming the ninth graders with fake weed, or convincing the teachers why he doesn't deserve detention for injecting random fluids from the chem department into the school's resident pet frog.

All in all, by becoming an expert in the field of negotiations, Childe is nothing if not a master, tongue silver and smooth as he takes on a new opponent.

Which is why he dutifully negotiates with you on this Monday morning in front of the History classroom, getting down on one knee and pulling out a—

"I hope to Barbatos you aren't proposing Childe," You hiss, panicked eyes landing on the velvet box he's pulling out. "Considering that we're sixteen and still in highschool."

As if remembering those meagre details, Childe gulps and shoves the box back into his pocket. "Uhhh yeah, I was just, tying my shoelaces?" It comes out as a question.

You let out a sigh of relief, overlooking how he undoes his shoe laces just to do them all over again.

The ring burns in his pocket as he gets back up.

"Why did you call me here?" You ask, hand on your hip, foot impatiently tapping. The tap tap tap isn't because of impatience though, it's because you need something to cover the nervous palpitations of your heart.

He gives you a vicious smile, sinister enough to shake the bones of anyone who's observing, opens his daring mouth to show the imaginary sharpness of his teeth. Then with the confidence of about a hundred shirtless tiktok boys, he finally demands:

"If you don't become my girlfriend, I will kill—"

"Yeah sure thing." You answer before he can finish, soft smile growing.

Childe chuckles evilly, "I knew you'd say that, but I've come prep—wait a minute." He snaps out of his villain origin phase, stumbles back a bit, then his eyebrows are furrowing in confusion. "Did you just say yes?"

You nod, cheeks flaring up. "Don't make me repeat it." Then you look away, too embarrassed to see his reaction.

For a second, Childe's internal conflict following the chain of this event causes him to temporarily malfunction, and all he can do it stare at you in amazement.

It's only when you tell him to stop staring and jump off the school roof is when he snaps out of his daze, a grin festering on his face.

He lunges straight at you, giving you no time to deflect him as he wraps his bone crushing arms around you, then lands a soft smooch on your forehead.

"Let go of me you idiot!" You barely wheeze out, light headed not only because of your lungs being squeezed like oranges, but also because of the sloppy kiss he's delivered so ungracefully.

He does so reluctantly, and you're unamused, wiping the stickiness off your forehead with a sleeve as he steps back.

"Ew what the fuck?" You say, glaring at him. "What's wrong with you?"

He completely ignores you, giddy with excitement. "Ah girly, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that. I can't wait to introduce you to my parents and eat lunch together and kiss each other during break—"

"Slow down." You tell him, as red as a tomato towards all his suggestions. "We've barely started dating."

"Oh," Childe stops momentarily, then nods in agreement. "You're right. We should start small. How about I walk you to class?"

"We're already in front of class." You nudge your head towards the classroom, and catch Zhongli and Venti peeking from the side of the door, trying not to be obvious.

You narrow your eyes at them threateningly.

Childe tugs your arm, lovingly looking you up and down. "Let's walk to class together anyways. In a circle."

A complete waste of time, yet it's impossible to say no to the face he's making.

Before you guys depart he suddenly stops, gasping loudly, remembers something important. "I have to make a quick phone call."

Childe speed dials Scaramouche, and the latter picks up annoyed, answers the phone with muffled sounds in the back. Something that sounds a bit like pleading and whimpering.

He then mutters something that forces dread into your system. "You can release the hostages."

You hear Scaramouche groan on the other end, muttering a "such a pain in my ass", but choose not to question it immediately.

As soon as the phone call is done and you're back by his side, you point at his phone questioningly. "What hostages Childe?"

He gives you a close eyed smile, taking the fifth.

"What hostages Childe?" You repeat again weakly.

—

First period goes by smoothly for the most part. Lisa, your so called best friend, once again is bought off like a corrupted politician by your new boyfriend. She sits far away from you, leaving you without any defences against the menace that dotes on you a bit too much.

Throughout class, all Childe does is score Venti's colourful pens, and then writes you annoying little love notes, using the expert origami skills he's learnt from Anthon to deliver them to you.

Despite the threat of distraction these notes pose, the corners of your lips can't help but tug upwards at his enthusiasm and attempt at poetry.

Zhongli makes sure not to ask you two any questions the entire class, leaving you to your own accord.

Lunch comes around soon enough, and your usual table of Diluc, Jean, Kazuha, and Lisa is disturbed by the torpedo that is Childe, and he brings collateral with him.

Kaeya whole-heartedly ceases the opportunity to sit near his stoic statue of a brother purely with the intention to annoy the premature crap out of him, but one look from the redhead sends the chicken-shit right back where he came from.

When Childe forcefu—lovingly feeds you the smiley fries and dinosaur nuggets his stunning mom packed him, Diluc looks just about ready to hurl.

Lisa winks at you two, Kazuha doesn't even bother looking, and Jean tries with upmost effort to keep Diluc from launching himself at the whipped fatui boy basking in your attention.

"Quit embarrassing me." You whisper-exclaim sharply, noticing how Jean passes Diluc—all green in the face, a puke bag discreetly. "Shouldn't you be doing something illegal right now? Or vaping in the stalls?"

"I quit vaping for you girlie." Childe boops your nose with his finger. "Well, at least full time. I still need a puff when I'm around Signora, to like, get rid of her awful vibes."

While it is endearing how he quit vaping for you, it doesn't lessen the need for you to bury yourself alive right here and now.

Then you sigh, pick up a Dino nuggie, and shove it in his mouth, the tip of his tongue flicking your finger. You die inside.

"There, you happy?" The action of feeding him is so...intimate, it sets your heart aflame.

Childe's a lovesick puppy when he chews, imaginary tail wagging a hundred times a second. "Can I have a kiss too?"

Diluc slams his hands on the table and stands up, hurriedly picks up his grape juice and makes a break for it. You don't blame him.

"I'll kill you." You smack him with a napkin, blazing red. "I'll end your pathetic little life right here and now."

By the end of lunch, Lisa and Jean have to restrain you so you don't break the world record for the maximum amount of mutilations that can be done on a single body.

Fourth period is a break. A break from Childe you mean. It's expected of the school's resident bad boy aka menace to skip classes in order to skip over the bodies of his victims.

You bask in the momentary peace, until it's disrupted by a tap on the window. Reckon it's nothing, maybe a bird flew into it, because intentional taps are impossible from the third floor. Except your conviction is hindered yet again by another tap.

What a nuisance.

You finally turn to look outside the window, face down, and spot Childe waving incessantly, rocks in hand, oozing with excitement that can't be concealed and a grin that nearly takes you into cardiac arrest. Without meaning to, you send him a small smile, waving back as Baal drones on about quantum superposition.

Successful in gaining your attention, he moves aside to reveal the hefty corpse of a stonehide lawachurl with a destructive path in its wake. The ridges and bumps of its hide are enough to do a number on the road, ruining the school's playing field.

Your smile drops down into a horrified frown in the span of a few seconds.

"Wow." Albedo, your lab partner whispers from next to you, for the first time distracted in class.

"Yeah," Kaeya whistles from behind you two, one hand supporting his head. "What a gesture."

"Y/N, I'd be grateful if you could possibly obtain a black crystal horn for me from the specimen." The blonde asks, entranced by the corpse that your boyfriend is flaunting off to you with pride.

"Aren't those things endangered cutie?" Lisa makes sure to butt in, as per usual.

Yes. Your boyfriend with several issues and an affinity for chaos brought you the corpse of an endangered geo-infused creature that's five times the size of him. During school hours too, the fiend. Like a cat dragging the corpse of a dead mouse to its owner.

You groan into your hands, heart racing while the fire is coursing through your veins.

That idiot.

—

Childe is exceptional at a lot of things, like the switch and making weapons out of seemingly harmless things (e.g shiv out of a toothbrush), but what he prides in the most is physical education. With washboard abs, uber tall height, and a dickish smile to top it all, he has everything it takes to showcase his top tier athletic abilities.

He pounces at the opportunity to show off in front of you, wanting nothing more than to have you fawn over his strength. He's sure it'll be enough to have you all over him, wrapping your cute little arms around his muscled ones, passing him his water bottle and dabbing away at the sweat on his forehead. Most of all, he daydreams you planting your soft lips on his to congratulate him after a big game.

Physical education, for you, is a pain. You may be good with your brain, but games exert more energy than necessary, and coordination that lacks logic entirely. You're just here for the credit. The over-achiever part of you walks the extra mile to ensure a grade in the high nineties.

Although witnessing Childe clad in the school shorts and matching polo shirt is enough to make this worth your while, you'll die before admitting it. Especially when he gawks at you as if it's the first time you're wearing the sports uniform yourself. It has you fidgeting with your fingers and tugging your shorts down nervously.

You try not to flip him off like you usually do, especially since it's not even been twenty four hours since he's asked you out.

Mr.Zhongli blows a whistle, calling all the students over to surround him. It's odd that he teaches most of the subjects at this school, seemingly the only adult present, but no one questions it in fear of genshin logic. Moving on, he explains that you have a dodge ball game today.

Lisa groans beside you. She hates anything that requires the exertion of energy, oftentimes bringing a book to read while everyone else screams in the background.

You're relieved, mainly because Childe and Tohma are usually captains, and Childe always picks you to be on his team as a means to flex his skills. For you, it means sitting back and watching him carry your team towards a straight A.

However, all your dreams are crushed when Zhongli announces the team leaders.

"Y/N, I trust that you'll lead the blue team to the upmost of your ability. Childe, prepare to lead the opposing red team."

Your knees shake as you stare at him in disbelief. "But Sir—"

"No buts Y/N." He scolds you lightly, checking off your names on the clip board. "I'd like to witness your exceptional leadership skills."

In reality, Zhongli just wants to reenact a lovers-on-opposing sides trope, wanting to see how the two of you crack under the pressure. In a way, it is an exercise of leadership.

Instead of picking teams, Zhongli assigns teams for the both of you according to his own judgement, trying to make it as fair as possible.

Lisa pats your back after your teammates are assigned, trying to cheer you up. "It's going to be okay. You guys are dating now, so he'll go easy on you."

You look up to meet Childe's eyes from across the court. He gives you a charming smile, which turns downright barbaric as he lifts up a thumb and motions to slash his neck with it. Then he wickedly mouths "I'm going to destroy you."

You blink and turn away as fast as you can in fear. "We're fucked."

Lisa, witnessing the entire ordeal nods alongside you, doing nothing to reassure you because she herself has given up.

Suddenly a hand lands on your shoulder gripping you tightly. "Let's wipe the floor with that g*nger." The voice is ice cold, threatening enough to send a shiver down your bones.

You turn to meet Rosaria, who frowns at you. Most of the time she doesn't really put an effort in dodgeball, but she must've seen your crestfallen expression, trying to comfort you in her own detached way.

Rosaria is the other school nurse in training, alongside Barbara, but somehow her patients end up more injured, sick, or mentally defiled than before they entered the room. She also spends after hours beating up Chads in the school parking lot. Also runs a blog with her booby co-author Kaeya that emphasizes mostly on the dark knight hero.

Spotting the rest of your team behind her, you begin to criticize them one by one.

Standing against the wall is Kaeya, pushing both his biddies up with his crossed arms like an absolute whore. He's breaking about several dress code rules right now. Venti is next to him, drunk off his butt as he beat boxes with Tohma.

Eula mutters under her breath, on and on about seeking revenge on Zhongli for putting her beloved Amber on the opposing team, promising him an unfortunate fate. Xiao is miserably squatting on the floor, sharp eyes observing everyone in the gym, scowl not ready to dissipate anytime soon.

Then you look over at Childe's team in the distance. Jean with a determined look on her face as she listens to Childe's game plan, and Diluc crossing his arms with his brows furrowed in concentration. Even Amber, the best baller in the school, is stretching out her arms, assisted by the gifted princess of the school, Ayaka.

Not only that, but Childe has the king of dodging on his team—Kaedehara goddamn Kazuha. Beidou shoots you a wicked smirk, winking at you until she's disrupted by Ningguang's shove.

"Oh my god." You cry out when the realization hits you, falling to your knees in despair. "We're completely fucked!"

"No we aren't." Rosaria mutters lowly. "You're only fucked if you want to be. Don't you dare throw in the towel before the fight has even begun."

"But I—"

"Stop it." She grumbles again, rolling her eyes. "You're being annoying now. If you lose the game, that makes him the dom. Don't you want to be the dom?"

She's right. You do want to be the dom.

Her words of encouragement, and not at all veiled insults somehow allow you to find motivation deep within yourself. You get up and stomp towards the rest of your team, calling their attention with your newfound confidence.

"Listen here soldiers!" You shout out, determination clear as day. "I know I am not capable of leading. I know that I barely have the physical capabilities needed to defeat the opposite team."

You take a deep breath, pointing at your cutie patootie boyfriend across the gym as you seethe. "But that man, that harbinger of chaos, that instrument of war, is nothing but a tyrant. And I cannot let such a tyrant be a victor in this battle. Not when innocent lives are at stake."

Tohma speaks up, sending you a bewildered look. "What lives—"

"Shut the fuck up soldier!"

"Yessir!" He immediately stiffens, saluting you.

"Are you ready soldiers?" Your voice booms, and everyone reinforces their priorities, except for Kaeya though. He just lazily smirks.

After Zhongli places the balls in the middle, everyone prepares for the battle of the century.

'Gods, please let us win this war' you pray to the archons above, closing your eyes in concentration.

'Give me the strength to flex my superior skills' Childe wishes, then adds on quickly 'also I want to dominate this world.'

'Give me the strength to make it to Friday.' Rosaria prays for nobody but herself, rolls her eyes at all the unnecessary dramatics of this dodgeball game.

"3..." "2..." "1..."

Zhongli ends the countdown by blowing hard into a whistle, signaling the beginning of the game.

Not even two seconds later a ball whooshes past a few of you at the speed of light, followed by a tail of fire. The ball of death kisses Kaeya square in the nose, sending him reeling back into a wall with enough sheer force to cause an indent.

Everyone winces.

Before you all can reel in from the initial shock and make sense out of wherever the hell that asteroid came from, Zhongli's voice booms throughout the gymnasium.

"Mr. Ragnvindr, headshots are strictly forbidden. You are out!"

With a scoff, Diluc, satisfied with his work, leaves the court with no apparent qualms. He accepts his defeat with the upturned corners of his lips.

Rosaria pokes Kaeya's body with the tip of her heels, then cringes when he shakes awake, up from his short lived knockout and sends a wink her way.

"Getting handsy when I'm unconscious? I didn't think you'd be one to partake in such vulgar activities." His eye twinkles in mischief, and if his momentary defeat at the hands of brother has him fuming, he doesn't show it one bit.

The only thing that keeps Rosaria from knocking him out for real is the blood that trails down onto his lip. She doesn't want to clean blood off her shoes, especially since it's a pain in the ass to get off.

You're about to tell them to get up and take this seriously, but a softball does your job for you when it darts straight at Rosaria. With pristine accuracy, the girl manages to pitch herself away last minute.

You swivel in Childe's direction, who wears a remorseless grin, which only grows wider once you pick up a blue softball next to your feet.

The glare that he receives has him shaking in exhilaration. More so than the elation he'd felt when he took down that Stonehide Lawachurl for you, as a gift of promise.

You begin to bark out orders. "Eula, Xiao, and Rosaria cover the front and act as decoys."

They nod immediately, but Xiao still clicks his tongue in distaste as he starts following orders.

Then you offer Kaeya a hand. "Get up princess. You're on sniper duty."

With Diluc out of commission, the battle is fair and square now considering both sides have the same amount of people. Ergo, no one's at a disadvantage.

That is—until Lisa fake trips over pure air, landing on the floor in a dramatic slow motion.

You roll your eyes.

"Oh dear! I think I've twisted something." She cries out, crawling away from the battle field, acting as if she's paralyzed completely. "Don't worry about me. I'll cheer you on from afar. The battle has begun, and it seems as if I've become the first casualty."

You don't let the countless amount of Lisa's betrayals get to you, even this one. It's just her personality to flake out on anything and everything that requires her to do more than below the bare minimum.

Focusing on the match, your eyes are only on Childe, just as his are on you.

You aim the ball straight at his ribs, step back a bit, then propel the ball in the air with as much energy as you can, using your entire body as a power outlet. The ball spins in the air, reaching the awaiting victim.

Childe, unbothered, dodges the ball with perfect precision, the ball not even grazing his clothes at the least.

Your jaw drops open, and you're about to move for another ball until he grabs the same ball you threw at him. With the sharpness of a predator locking in on its pray, he focuses on you like a missile locks on its target, launching the ball in the air for power that has you trembling, second to the powerful ball that was thrown by Diluc.

With your pupils dilated at your impeding doom, it's Xiao that grabs you and thrusts away.

The ball lands on the floor, smoke rising.

"Holy shit!" You shriek over everyone else's grunts and shuffles. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"Isn't it poetic?" Childe shouts back while he slides away from the balls being thrown. "Lover against lover. Either you're by my side, or in my way. And right now, you're in my way." He narrows his eyes dangerously. "Albeit reluctantly, I will take the victory babe. Even if we are on opposing sides."

"There was zero reluctance in that throw asshole!"

You thank Xiao, who wipes his hands on his pants in disgust. "Filthy humans. So pathetic and weak."

Mildly offended, you roll your sleeves up and begin to fight with everything you've got as soon as he walks away.

The dodgeball game goes as expected for the most part, Eula carrying for most of it with the flow of her skills.

Tohma actually tries like the presumptuous asshole he is, aims straight for his girlfriend Ayaka, and takes her out completely. His only justification for that is "I ain't no simp!"

He shelves his cocky attitude when facing Childe with a sense of dignity and prestige you didn't think he had in him.

The two one of a kind fuckbois puff out their chests so that they look more hefty than they are, having some kind of an Alpha match. The 'me stronger than you. me dominant. me get all the women' type beat.

Unfortunately, Childe manages to fence him with his throws, and lo and behold, the square off ends with a dejected Tohma dragging his feet to the nearest bench.

Eula oversees that Ningguang and Beidou meet a quick end, taking their slower dodging to her advantage. You're actually rooting for her, tasting a sliver of victory that you haven't reached yet. So close, yet so far.

Amber trips on herself in the middle of throwing a what should've been coordinated ball, and it loses most of its momentum. Xiao is directly in front of it, and will probably be able to catch it with ease.

Ah, another short victory.

If Childe loses his expert baller, he's only left with Kazuha and Jean, whom's lack in the art of throwing is made up by their ability to dodge most of the fastballs.

However, all your plans and hopes are crushed when Eula slides in front of Xiao last minute, sticks out her foot, and let's the pathetic product of Amber's would-be downfall hit her on the leg with the total force of about 0.0000001 newtons.

Your chances of winning have just went down by a staggering 60%.

"Eula!" You cry out, collapsing on the ground. "How could you?"

Tohma cups his mouth and bellows obnoxiously from the bench. "SIMP!"

"I cannot avenge my clan if I win a false victory." Eula crosses her arms, casting her gaze down in visible uncomfortableness. "Amber will pay her dues in two business days. Mark my words."

It all a load of cap. She's sleeping with the enemy and you know it.

You grit your teeth. Fuming with an abundance of rage, you pick up three balls and throw them all back to back, taking out Amber and Kazuha simultaneously.

Childe's heart flutters in another kind of delight when you pluck out his team members one by one with no hints of remorse.

In retaliation, Jean and Childe work in sync to swiftly take care of a distracted Rosaria.

"Shit." You hiss underneath your breath.

It's Venti, Kaeya, Xiao, and you who are the only remainders of your short-lived team. It's still two more people than Childe and Jean, giving you the upper hand briefly.

It's a mystery to everyone how Venti is still standing. You reckoned you would've lost him as collateral during the beginning of the match, but it seems he's able to hold his own.

When you squint hard enough, you realize that Xiao has been t-posing in front of the nonchalant SoundCloud rapper that's about as high as a kite. He must've been defending him throughout the entire round.

His defenses are all in vain once Childe correlates another attack with Jean, sharp-shooting four rapid balls that are secured on their targets.

Xiao swerves to the side, avoiding most of them, until one is about to reach a nonchalant as shit Venti.

You scream at him, eyes widening as you run towards them in slow motion. "NOoOoOOOo-"

The yaksha doesn't waste a moment, shifting so that he's covering Venti's body with his own, which to be honest is a pretty heartwarming sight.

The ball hits his lean back, a sharp thud following when it hits the floor.

Xiao is out. But his sacrifice is so inspiring that it brings tears to Zhongli's eyes, makes everyone in the gym go silent in awe.

Even the sadistic Childe melts, cerulean eyes gaining back their light, halting his fire.

When Xiao finally uncovers Venti's body, he speaks from the bottom of his dead heart. "I'd do anything for you..."

Venti shakes out of his baked state, blinking at him stupidly with a nervous chuckle. "Ehe~? I don't even know who you are."

The entire class sweat drops. Whatever slip of compassion on Childe's face earlier has become nothing but a memory. Even your eyes dim.

The next time Childe aims and locks at Venti, it's not with malicious intent. It's a favour, for you. In a way it adds dimension to who he is and the lengths he's willing to go for you, even at war.

Venti steps away with a bounce in his gait, hands behind his head.

Kaeya and you are the only ones left standing now, and the game becomes too tight knit to tell which side's going to win. It becomes utter chaos, balls being launched every second, stamina slowly decreasing as everyone lurches away from their demise.

As laid-back  and charming as the boy presents himself to be in front of the ladies, he's not very patient when it comes to facing circumstances like these. He's side lined for most of the match, finding it boring. And when Kaeya gets bored, the intensity of the tide changes, and everyone knows they're going to get a run for their money.

Kaeya coasts a hand around your hips, pulls you real close, purposefully leaning his bust into the side your innocent arm.

When Childe's smile drops, and the glint in his eyes reads 'DANGER' in full caps, you know it's time to be properly scared.

Your blood runs cold, mouth opening briefly and then clamping shut immediately.

"I'm so glad to be on your team Y/N. Maybe this'll give us the chance to become...closer." His hot breath fans against your ear, voice loud enough to be heard by onlookers.

Suddenly everything stops, falling into an unsettling silence.

You attempt glance at Childe, being met with a glare that's directed at the Captain of the Skating team. The ball in the orange-haired boy's hand deflates from the sheer intensity of the squeeze.

The tension becomes unreadable. Even Zhongli is caught mid-sip with his tea.

Quickly, you shrug off Kaeya's arm. "Childe, he's just fucking with you—"

Childe cuts you off by hurling a ball with nothing but the objective of cold blooded murder.

Kaeya whizzes past you, successfully ducking to avoid the hit, and his amused laugh rings through your ears. He rolls away from the following attacks, chucking his own series of colourful balls.

The events that unfold are blood-curdling enough to make even Satan boil his pants with diarrhea.

You take the clear opportunity presented by their concurrent dumbassery to take out Jean, the ace of the other team.

Childe's rage blows over when Kaeya eventually loses interest and takes the L, playfully winking at you while walking backwards to the rest of your team.

Now that all the distractions are dealt with, Childe's eyes flicker to you, and you share a murderous glance.

"Finally," He slaps the softball with a free hand, lips thinning into a homicidal smile. "I've been waiting for this. You better not disappoint me."

While Childe may be a violent anarchist who's only aspiration in life is to become a government contracted killer, he's also supposed to be your sweet boyfriend.

Slowly, you inch towards the front. "We don't have to do this Childe. We can coexist peacefully."

"Peace was never an option Y/N." He sighs, cracking his neck. "Besides—how else can I prove myself in your eyes? You may be my greatest weakness, but you are also my greatest adversary."

"I don't know, maybe start with not trying to obliterate me?"

"I'm obliterating you out of respect." He counters with a playful pout.

"Well I'll be paying my respects to your grave!" You lurch ahead into a sudden assault, yeeting as many balls as you can his way.

"That's my girl!" Childe whistles, grin widening psychotically when he goes all out, leaving you with an absence in favorable openings.

Out of nowhere, the fire alarms start going haywire, along with a beep in the PA system, which stops you two in your tracks.

A panicked voice of who you assume to be Yanfei shrieks through the comms. "CODE ORANGE! CODE ORANGE! EVACUATE THE BUILDING, THERE'S A STONEHIDE LAWACHURL ON THE PREMISES."

As if on cue, the ground starts rumbling and a Stonehide Lawachurl bursts through the halls and into the gym, looking around for something. Or rather, someone. It's sharp bumps and ridges make an indent on the floor, cracking it in.

Everyone falls into a state of panic, Zhongli trying his best to evacuate the class from the emergency back door as quickly as possible. "Settle down class, we have to follow protocol."

You, devoid of any emotion or sense of fear, turn to your boyfriend in such a calm manner it strikes an ominous dread in his stomach.

You stare.

Childe stares harder.

“I thought you killed it."

"I did." He retorts slowly, switching to gaze at the raging beast in amazement.

"Then why is it in the school!" You seethe, glaring daggers at his side profile.

Childe chuckles sheepishly, scratches the back of his neck. "I may or may not have stuffed the body in the boys washroom. Y'know, for safe keeping?"

The Lawachurl locks it's gaze on you, the prey, and then roars furiously. Turning into its geo-enhanced state, it begins charging at you with all its might, the target being solely Childe.

Leave it to your boyfriend to get on the hit list of an endangered beast.

"Fear not my vibrant girlfriend. Our first date can be surviving this." Childe cheekily kisses the top of your trembling hand before grasping it tightly and making a run for it.

#childe #childe x reader #genshin x reader #genshin xiao #genshin childe #genshin albedo #genshin #tartaglia #childe tartaglia #zhongli #xiao #tohma #diluc ragnvindr #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin tartagalia #tartagalia genshin impact #eula x amber #venti x xiao

[cheezritsu]

Haikyuu Couple Aesthetics

Daichi Sawamura: good luck charms, front row seats at his games, the mature couple; “mom and dad” of the friend group; saying “goodnight” to one another on your doorstep, sentimental captions on their instagram posts, eating dinner and talking about your day like you’re already married; making plans for the future with one another involved; impressing one another’s parents; the thrill of doing everything together; being each others emergency contact; sleeping so well because your love is reliable and stable. You two are the timeless high school sweethearts, making the unattainable look so easy.

Sugawara Koushi: cafe dates, doting words, “sweetheart” and “darling,” laughing just from looking at one another. The secretly chaotic couple, perfectly curated dates, being approved by all his friends, soft, sweet pecks; random flower bouquets on your doorstep; kissing away your tears; hugs warmer than fresh baked cookies, grading student papers over dinner, smiley face post-it notes in your bento boxes, farmers market dates, always, always knowing each other’s favorite things; thoughtful gifts, mistakenly being called “Sugawara-san” before you’re married, shy smiles, kissing his beauty mark, a relationship as easy as the breeze. You two are like bees and flowers, working in tandem to create something natural and sweet.    

Nishinoya Yuu: cutting class to hang out in the hallways, popsicles melting in the summer heat, tongues dyed red and blue from convenience store slushies, dinner dates with no leftovers, neon colored band-aids, learning to hop a fence, scuffed sneakers, bruised arms. The lawless couple, squad posing in couple pictures, matching dyed streaks, sneaking out past midnight, pulling pranks, sitting on the swingset in the middle of the night, counting the stars over head. Adoring stares, “I’m so proud of you!”, kissing his bruises, screaming out the window of your car on a road trip. Traveling the world together, video messages, blowing kisses to each other, saying “I missed you!” after one day apart. You two are twin stars, constantly orbiting each other and burning brighter, together.

Tanaka Ryuunoske: shaving his head, mini skirts, being Saeko’s favorite, troublesome trio antics, late night food runs, horror movie marathons, couple gym workouts. The unexpected couple; getting compliments from the eldery on how cute you two are, flipping off his teammates while you kiss in front of them, excessive worrying, scaring off any boys that look at your wrong, the “Will Smith gesturing to his Wife” meme; thinking you’re too good for this world, calling each other “bro” romantically, kissing him after winning games, placing a beanie over his head in the winter, taking unflattering photos of one another with the most sincere captions. You two are the moth and the flame, drawn together by an inexplicable pull. 

Tsukishima Kei: Wool overcoats, headphone splitters, dogeared textbook pages, study dates, strawberry desserts, “This song reminded me of you.” The better than you couple, wearing his t-shirt to sleep, borrowing each others sweaters, kissing his bruised fingers, hiding in his jackets, going to the same university, softly singing in long car rides, always slightly touching one another, quick, secret kisses, height difference jokes, moon-centric nicknames (“moonbeam,” or “moonshine”) trying on his glasses, mirror selfies,sharing record collections, concert dates; weekend dinners at Tsukishima’s childhood house, being adorded by his teammates, dinosaur themed gifts as a joke, Studio Ghibli movie marathons, listen parties as dates, opening up to one another, “quit staring at me” “but I love you;” him constantly smiling when you’re next to him and denying it ever happened. Sharing insults as a love language, being soft when the time comes, humming into his hair as you fall asleep together. You two are a sweet, slow ballad; a duet between lovers in perfect harmony. 

Akaashi Keiji: library dates, meet cutes, book recommendations, fancy dinner dates, proofreading each other’s work, cuffed trousers, trench coats, french perfume, dainty jewellery, knuckle kisses, the academic couple; good grades, pet names, longing glances, visiting each other’s jobs, sharing clothing, reading books over his shoulders, cocooning in linen blankets, the scent of fresh laundry and lavender, running your hand through one another’s hair, smoothing wrinkles out of his works shirts, working around each other in the bathroom in the morning; matching schedules, museum dates, “you’re the Romeo to my Juliet.” “please don’t die for me.” Literature references, letting Bokuto third wheel, being the smartest couple in the room, massaging one another’s shoulders after long days, words of affirmation, sitting on top of his desk, smiling as he edits another page; “are you coming to bed?” ‘quick, secret smiles. You two are matching portraits in a museum, your love equally as timeless and beautiful. 

Oikawa Tooru: alien bandaids, golden hour selfies, matching skin care routines, wrapping his bandages, phone calls to remind him of things, leaning his head on your shoulder, the king and queen couple; listening to each others insecurities, being his biggest cheerleader, holding your face like it’s the whole world, helping him learn spanish, constantly bragging about one another, stupid nicknames in each other’s phones,  “~Iwa-chan!~”, the Seijoh team rolling their eyes at your PDA, threats from Iwaizumi, making promises you intend to keep, being his rock, letting him cry if he needs to, petty rants, keeping nail files in your purse, knowing the real him, framed couple pictures, teasing him with the team; “I have faith in you;” being there when each other needs it. You two are beloved monarchs, ruling your domain hand in hand with benevolent smiles. 

Kuroo Tetsuro: matching leather jackets, red lipstick kisses, theater hopping, chemistry puns, trying (and failing) to get rid of his bed head, constantly handsy, late night drives, cram sessions, lipstick smudges on his neck, “I’m always this kind,” Yamamoto crying in the distance, “Kenma, love us!”, being double trouble, the power couple; better grades together, singing off key, ugly couple photos, sleeping on the train, awful, cackling laughter, adored by his grandparents, stroking your hair as you fall asleep curled onto a too small couch; making it work no matter what, your eyes shining with pride at all his games. Being on the same wavelength, adoring stares while brushing your teeth, kissing him by his tie, making out in the back of taxis, pulling him into a well needed hug without thinking, playing with your food, whispering ‘I love you’ into the crown of your head. You two are immortal lovers, reunited in this life, and all those after. 

Osamu Miya: late night diner runs, lazy mornings in, being business partners, staying up late drafting new menu items, slow dancing in the kitchen, all you can eat buffets, roses before every date, subtle pda; the domestic couple; matching outfits, holding hands with intertwined fingers, clutching your chests with heavy laughter from each other’s jokes, eating half each other’s plates on dinner dates; devouring ice cream by the tub while bingeing television shows, treating grocery store runs like dates, falling asleep to his heartbeat, comfortable silences, long talks while washing dishes, baking cookies at ungodly hours, hanging onto one another’s arms, sneaking away from parties to be alone, tracing patterns on one another’s skin, whispering “I love you” when the other isn’t listening, temple kisses, side hugs, growing into one another, cooking food as a love language, having immense pride for the one another. You two are best friends, falling in love with each other over and over again every day.

Atsumu Miya: neon colored lights reflecting off his hair, open mouthed kisses, toothy smirks, house parties, being one another’s arm candy, diamonds glinting under flashing lights, breathlessness, wandering hands, showering together, black lingerie, superfluous travelling, first class seating, poorly concealed hickies, clinking champagne glasses, “That’s my girl/boy!” wearing his track jacket, selfies in expensive hotels; the celebrity couple, “I don’t speak broke,” shiny engagement rings, paparazzi photos, explicit pictures, red sports cars, winks meant only for you, hands on your waist, matching manicures, tipsy kisses, flaunting cash, making out on kiss cams, holding ring covered hands, never being alone; cheesy romantic texts, only having eyes for one another. You two are wrapped around each other’s fingers tighter than a bandaid, and that’s how you like it. 

#sawamura daichi #sugawara koushi #Nishinoya Yuu #tanaka ryuunosuke #tsukishima kei #akaashi keiji #oikawa tooru #Kuroo Tetsurou #osamu miya #atsumu miya #miya osamu #miya atsumu #miya twins #nekoma #fukurodani #karasuno #inarizaki #haikyuu!! #hq!! #haikyuu aesthetic #hq!! aesthetic #haikyuu!! x reader #sawamura daichi x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #nishinoya yuu x reader #tanaka ryunosuke x reader #tanaka x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #akaashi x reader

[ciggylungz]

Music to my ears

Music to my ears- 1.7k

Blurb night: (Request: What abt like something in the studio? Like studio sex 🥵 your header inspired me lol)

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Y/n always loved when Harry brought her to the studio with him, seeing her man all in his grove and in his element made her happy. She couldn’t deny how sexy he looked when he was strumming on the guitar or sitting with a clenched jaw, drumming his fingers while tweaking some lyrics to make it perfect.

Harry was all smiles when he heard the studio door open, his beautiful girlfriend making her way into the room holding some water bottles for him and the band, and some nice food- remembering to skip any item with dairy in it since it can clog up his throat with phlegm which wouldn’t be too good while trying to belt out another billboard hit.

“There she is! Hey darlin’” Harry craned his neck to peck her as she walked by, he was seated in a office chair going over some sheet music Mitch had written that belonged to the instrumental section of one of his works in progress and Y/n gave him a good once over decided he looked especially hot in his black slacks and wrinkled rolling stones shirt. “I brought treats! The BLT for Mitch, Cesar salad hold the crotons for Sara with a side of soup, two blueberry muffins and a black tea for Jeff and a sparkling lemon water with a vegan chicken noodle soup for my Harry- with of course- the breads you requested with it my dear.”

Y/n handed out the goodies to the group of artists, giving Harry his food with a kiss on his cheek perching herself on the table in front of him to snag a few bites of his food every so often as she talked with the group listing to some of the music they’d already got down dancing in her spot a little bit enjoying the behind the scenes of his upcoming album. “Sound’s good, I think you got another hit in the makin’ here baby. ‘m proud of yeh bub!” Y/n ran her fingers through Harry’s hair, the man giving her a content coo and grip on her thigh in return rubbing his thumb on the denim covered skin lovingly.

“Thank ya’, couldn’t do it without these guys or you my love. You guys make me great, would be nothin’ without ya’” his sweetness got a chorus of adored ‘awes’ which the slightly arrogant artist bathed in dramatically waving his hands and pretending to be bashful earning him some chuckles from everyone in the room.

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It was nearing 10 in the evening when Mitch finally decided to call it a night, everyone else besides Harry and Y/n had left over the last few hours. Each trickling out with some yawns and good bidding's as they decided to make their way home but Harry was focused on his music, and Y/n knew once he was this much in a grove, he wasn’t going to pack up till he felt it was time. in the meantime Y/n was sprawled out on one of the couches in the room, her left hand absentmindedly running over the suede pushing the material back and fourth in a satisfying pattern while scrolling through her phone texting a few friends and replying to some emails in between playing random games on the device.

Harry was deep into his work, tongue tucked between his teeth while his knee bounced slightly to the melody playing in his head. He was currently trying to put the finishing touches on medicine , a rather proactive song that he was still on the fence about releasing or keeping a concert special. His inspiration behind it was his journey through sexuality, romance and the fast pace lust that he’s experienced as a star during his formative years. Of course his Y/n was a big inspiration on that track, their sexual endeavors prominent in his mind while coming up with the lyrics.

His mind was filled with photographic memories of the times they did various naughty things. The foursome in brazil where they both explored bisexuality, having Harry, Y/n and then another couple join them, the hand full of times they’d had sex in public. In his car, in an alley, in bathroom at the VMA’s. on the roof, in a pool, and even the once Y/n went down on him in his mothers back garden while she ran to the shop.  He thought of the sloppy kisses, the spitting, cum eating, rim jobs and pussy eating. It was all so dirty and god he knew this song would drive people mad. So being the cheeky bastard he is, he made two final decisions about the piece of work right then and there.

1-      It would be an exclusive concert song

2-      He wanted to have some special audio in it

 Harry knew the idea was daring, likely to turn heads and cause mothers of concert goers to place a hand over their heart with a raised eyebrow but this was his music and he never had an issue with controversial art.

The man then looked to his side, seeing his love in her natural state. Relaxed, lips slightly pursed with her eyelashes batting every few seconds as she focused on the screen. Somehow even when she was lying in a lazy position, hair in a messy bun with a small stain from her tea on the bottom of her shirt, she still looked insanely beautiful.

“Love?” y/n shifted her eyes towards her boyfriend when she heard the pet name, turning onto her side to give him her full attention. “What’s up, H?” she rested her chin on her fist, blowing a few stray hairs out of her eyes. “How would you feel about helpin’ me out with this song?”

Harry gave her a bit of a suggestive taunt of his brows, the girl tilting her head slightly. “Sure, what do yeh have in mind, bub?” Y/n was quick to her feet walking towards him to peer down at the notebook full of lyrics, yet her attention was soon focused on the sensation of being tugged into his lap and the feeling of a rather firm lump pressing into her bum. Her head turned to look at her now smirking boyfriend, pursing her lips slightly in question. “Well, the songs a bit alt to what I usually write…going to keep it off the album make it exclusive but I think I want some background audio of us…making love princess.”

To be clear, Y/n wasn’t a prude. She wasn’t shy about her sexuality, she actually felt very empowered by how confident she was about her sex life and Harry found it exceptionally sexy to be with a woman who was open and not shy at all about trying new things, and this was definitely a new one for her to consider.

He gave her a moment to mull it over, seeing her head sway slightly while she weighed the offer before she gave a shrug and a nod to her boyfriend. “Sure, why not? Gonna be music layered on it right? So it’s not full blown balls smacking into ass?” her question made the man snort, nodding his head. “Yup, gonna layer the instrumental over it. Hoping to isolate the vocals of the moaning to mesh into the music then my singing. I think it could sound fuckin’ excellent and well I get to fuck yeh, so I think it’s a win win hmm?” his hands migrated to her tits, giving them a firm squeeze as his lips pressed into the back of her neck. His touches achieved his goal of sending a shiver through his girl, her spine tingling and hips starting to squirm as he sponged open mouth kisses from the nape of her neck to each shoulder.

“Yea…yea lets do it.” Her words were breathier, his touch putting her under his spell instantly. Lust hung in the air while he kept his grip on her his free hand used to turn on the mic in the sound booth before starting the recording and pushing them both in the padded room.

“god, you’re a doll lettin’ me fuck yeh for my track. I love you so much baby..” his words were as rushed as his frantic hands tugging their clothes off. Hers were prying the buttons of his trousers undone while he ridded her of her bra and started on her pants their mouths crashing together in a sloppy, needy dirty kiss. One that left the lower half of their faces shiny and their teeth slightly clenched from knocking them together in the heat of their movements.

“I love you more, jesus Haz, please hurry up need you in me.” Y/n worked on shoving her panties to the side, Harry hoisting her leg up to have her angled just right to sink his cock into. These were the moments he praised whoever invented birth control, nothing beats getting to spontaneously fuck his girl without having to worry about finding a condom.

Gasps, moans and whines filled the booth. The pleasured noises bouncing off the foam glued to the walls, the insulation amplifying their noises as Harry pounded himself inside Y/n relentlessly, his cock forcibly spreading her inner walls stimulating the deepest parts of her making her pour out a river of beautiful moans he couldn’t wait to mesh into the song. He did little to contain his own groans, deciding if they were prominent in the recording he’d match them with the bass so the deep tones complimented each other.

“ ‘m gonna cum”  

The string of words every guy loves to hear from the woman they are pleasuring, it boosts their ego and gives them an extra shot of stamina to push her over the edge satisfying her fully before he lets himself go.

When the tightening of her cunt gripped onto his cock, sucking him in further happened the best moans of the session were let out. Harmonious perfectly pitched moans spilling from her mouth, his joining hers in a duet soon after as his balls gave everything they had inside of her. the pair were a sticky mess, but it didn’t matter to them they both were still in the orgasmic haze complimented with the rush of voyeurism.

“Jesus baby, I think we just secured a grammy.”

#harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles writing #harry styles smut #harry styles blurb #harry styles concept #harry styles x yn #harry styles x reader #harry styles au #harry styles request #harry styles

[narcissasdaffodil]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @daisybarks

I’m tagging @kiki-the-creator @hopeshoodie @juggalohenrik @eskiix and @rennell

This is a little snippet from enough for you, which is my most recent WIP. This is the cheating fic, which I’ve likely referenced. This might not make sense out of context.

The other three piled into the back, Aislinn in the middle and the other two having window seats. Bobby handed the others their food and sat back with his arms folded. “Aw, come on! I wanted shotgun! And why is this car such a mess?” Bobby grumbled, his heart not fully in it.

“It was worse than this. We actually cleared it slightly to make room for everyone. And Marisol did say that one of us could take shotgun, and I let Lucas have it because he’s taller.” Hope pointed out once she chewed her mouthful.

“It smells weird in here too. Is there an air freshener?”

“It’s broken. Olivia forgot to replenish it. I haven’t noticed the smell if I’m honest, I’m used to it.” Marisol finished her breakfast, grabbing the empty bags and got out of the car, binning them and made her way back to the car, putting on her seatbelt. As she started the car, the sat nav came on and she left it there. She was going to try and rely on her memory, which might not be the best idea.

Once everyone plugged in their seatbelts, they set off. Marisol followed signs for the motorway until she got stuck in a queue getting onto the M4. It was crawling, and she opened the windows to let some fresh air in. The air conditioning only blew hot air and was next to useless.

As the car stopped, Bobby started rooting around at his feet until he discovered a bag full of ketchup bottles and another bag of chocolate, crisps, nuts and sweets. In addition to the two bags, there was a lot of sweet stuff sitting on the floor.

“Who needs an entire bagful of ketchup bottles? Eight bottles in one bag!” He studied the bag, slightly perplexed.

“Wait, what? So that’s where all the ketchup went! I kept buying bottles, and Olivia clearly kept swiping them. Eight bottles, really?” Marisol’s eyes widened at the mention of the ketchup. Bobby handed Lucas the bagful of ketchup, who studied it himself.

“Most of these are open, and half full. What’s the point of starting a new one when the old one is already half full? I was checking that side of the car as well, how did I miss this?” Lucas checked the bottles in the bag. “Some of these are expired too, quite the stash! One or two years out of date.”

“Eww. See what you can salvage, and we’ll bin the rest when we get to the beach. What a waste of good ketchup, I even bought Heinz! I can’t believe she was stealing it.” Marisol stared at the bag, slightly miffed. “That being said…I did use it for a lot of meals, I did have a little ketchup problem. It would vanish every single time we had an argument. Which means she was taking it then to be petty, likely. It’s a major pet peeve, she sees it as such a waste.”

“More of a waste is definitely her stealing it, as of course you’d buy more! Does the money she’s wasting ever come into it?” Aislinn asked.

“Nope, no way. She’s the type who broke her phone last month and had her parents buy her the newest iPhone in replacement. It wasn’t even cracked or damaged, so she let me have it. I changed everything over, her parents aren’t paying for my phone as well. It was going to go to waste completely otherwise, she would’ve just binned it.” Marisol laughed slightly at the idea of Olivia even thinking about money. The same person who regularly spent £400 on clothes per week and went on regular shopping sprees definitely wasn’t the type to care about the money she’s wasting.

She looked back at the road just as the queue moved and moved forward again. “Found anything else that is edible? There’s bound to be food hanging about.”

“Gummy worms, gummy bears, strawberry laces, Strawbs, this bag is all sweets. There’s a soft container of Pringles too, I wouldn’t touch those. There’s also unopened bags of fruit and nuts so I’ll take those out. Most of the chocolate is fine too, and the unopened crisp bags. This is quite the stash! Half of it is empty packets. Did she just use the car for a dustbin?” Bobby handed Lucas the dodgy snacks, who just bagged them with the dodgy ketchup.

“She pretty much used the car as a bin, yup. And she kept stealing the sweet stuff from the flat, so I had to keep hiding my biscuits and chocolate. Eventually we agreed that she would buy her own sweet stuff and quit taking mine. Guess I didn’t clarify that sweet stuff meant ketchup too, and she couldn’t just steal stuff in petty revenge.” Marisol explained. To her relief, the queue started moving quickly and she took advantage, getting onto the motorway without too much fuss. She wasn’t a fan of driving on motorways.

“The window’s not working again, could you please open it from your side?” Lucas asked.

Marisol opened both windows, the car was starting to get absolutely roasting. The feet smell was starting to get to her slightly.

“The windows in the back don’t work, by the way. Hopefully you guys are fine with just these ones open.” Marisol called in the direction of the back, the others nodded in response.

“Can we get rid of some of the mess at the beach? There’s sandwich containers, coffee cups and something squishy back here.” Bobby prodded the something squishy and took his hand away fast. “That’s definitely gum. Why has she stuck that on the back of the seat?” He pulled it off with a tissue, wiping away the residue.

“We can get rid of the leftovers, coffee cups and sandwich containers at least. Or anything that’s gone off. The rest of it, I don’t know what she wants done with it. She might’ve left, but it’ll seem a bit too final to clear out nearly all of it…” Marisol’s voice faded slightly and she bit her lip. “Look, I’m not overly pleased with the state of it myself. But I’ve got bigger fish to fry currently. I’ve had too many arguments with Olivia over it, and she made it worse to mess with me. I gave up mentioning it eventually. You’ve been complaining so much, it’s getting on my nerves.”

Marisol focused on the road ahead, chewing on her lip.

“Yeah, you’ve made your point. Maybe me and Lucas are just more used to it, but it’s been far worse than this before.” Hope broke in before Bobby decided to reply.

“Why didn’t we just split into two cars anyway? I wouldn’t have minded driving, and it’s a little cramped in the back. Driving’s not ideal, I prefer shotgun, but Lucas nabbed that. We could’ve split into me and Lucas in one car, and you three in this one.” Bobby grumbled.

Lucas stared at Marisol in panic, his eyes widened at Bobby’s statement. “That wouldn’t work. You barely paused for breath when we got lost yesterday, and during the first film of the Harry Potter marathon. I couldn’t handle it then, being trapped in a car with just you wouldn’t work.”

Marisol’s mouth twitched, and she struggled to not burst into laughter, putting on the radio instead. Classical music burst out of the speakers, and she jumped. Aislinn quickly synced up her phone to the radio, attaching it via a charging wire. She instructed Lucas in the front, who followed her instructions and in no time at all, a playlist replaced the classical music.

“Phew. I forgot Olivia always listens to Classic FM, on loud. She’s even had noise complaints, from classical music of all things. And, Bobby, if you want to drive on the way back, be my guest! It made completely no sense to split into two cars just because you couldn’t handle the mess.” The hot car was making Marisol slightly grumpy, and she snapped at him.

The car fell silent as they became absorbed in the music. Marisol and Aislinn had done far too much drunk karaoke, and she recognised the playlist from that. Hold the Line started playing and Marisol started singing along to it, forgetting the others were in the car. The energy carried through the car and lasted until the end of the song. She stopped, slightly breathless and blinked, wide eyed.

“Wow. I forgot how good you were at this. My favourite karaoke partner ever. Maybe we should try it again, but sober?” Aislinn said.

Her words stunned Marisol slightly, and she blushed. “R...Really? You think I’m that good? I doubt that, I freeze up on stage. Drunk karaoke is slightly different.” Yeah, no. That’s not happening. Not after that time in secondary school, when you auditioned for the school talent show and got so nervous that you were sick backstage, and your throat closed up while on stage. You couldn’t sing anything and tripped coming off stage on a loose shoelace and wiped out. To make matters worse, it was recorded and passed around the school until you were known for that. Your sister hated being associated with you as a result and it was so embarrassing.

Marisol fell silent, chewing on her lip and listening to the music. She signalled and moved into the left lane, ready to come off the motorway.

She focused entirely on driving and only relaxed when she got to the car park. She parked and let out a sigh of relief. “No sat nav needed at all, and not a foot wrong. That proves it, I’ve got a better sense of direction than Olivia.”

“I’m pretty sure everyone does.” Bobby pointed out. “Along with being better at being on time. I had to tell her a fake time for my birthday two months ago and she was still late.”

#litg #love island the game #litg marisol #fic snippet #litg bobby #litg hope #litg lucas #enough for you

[milk-carton-whump]

My longest single fic yet! Lol I definitely got carried away and didn't know what direction to take this but some hurt/comfort for Niner. 1,328 words! A new milk carton record!

Tagging: @sideblogformindtrash @tears-and-lilies @unicornscotty @getyourwhumphere @heathenville @cupcakes-and-pain @twistedcaretaker @skunkandgrenade @alliecat5594 @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi

CW: dehumaniziation, pet whump, smacked, conditioning, hurt/comfort, nudity (non sexual), forced to strip (non sexual), bathing, bath, cleaning wounds, haircut, blood mention, bruises, scar mention, touch starvation, fearful whumpee, cruel whumper, dubcon touching (non sexual)

Niner and the Groomer

It had been months upon months and Dr. Birch was pleased with the progress of K-9-MUT281, he had been a late bloomer in the program but it had all been worth it. She truly loved her job because she loved seeing transformations. It was always an experience to watch the pet's come in from the street their original personality showing only for it to be shaped by the program. 

K-9-MUT281 had been a quiet, emotional, and meek thing when he had first come to them. But now, he was aggressive, protective, and instinct driven, though he did have a more docile side to him that they couldn't get rid of. The program was a science and with the subjects being so different there were many variables they couldn't control, however it managed to give each pet a personality that the owner could easily manipulate if they chose. 

Dr. Birch approached the kennel where they kept many of the nearly fully trained pets, it was an upgrade from the large room they were given initially. Each pet had a small fenced rectangle that they could call theirs, in the guard dog unit each one was fiercely protected by its inhabitant. 

She walked up to one of the gates and heard growling as she looked in. Inside was a boy with a pretty unruly mop of brown hair, he kept to himself in the corner of the enclosure and stayed low to the ground to keep himself safe. She could see from his watchful gaze that he wondered what she wanted with him. 

Casually she unlocked the gate and entered the small kennel, this caused 281 to growl at her again and take up a more defensive stance to challenge her. A simple command to sit and stay was all she had to say for him to quiet his growling as he followed the order. She walked over and ran a hand through his hair, a soft growl came from his throat. The sound of her hand cracking across his face made his growling stop immediately, instead it turned into a softer whimper. 

"Don't growl at me when I pet you, mutt. Being pet is a privilege, treat it as such." She snapped at him. 

He trembled slightly and leaned into her touch, he had already been bad. After a few more moments of petting she clipped his leash on and gave it a sharp tug, making the collar dig into his neck. He got up and followed her out, the walk was long and through the winding blank hallways that he got easily bored with it and managed to start chewing on the leash as they walked.

Finally they reached a room that looked similar to the one the pet's normally were bathed in but this one was different. There was a table or platform with a leash looking thing attached to it. He was so busy trying to figure out what it was that the feeling of a muzzle being put on his face made him flinch. Dr. Birch patted his head as she hooked his leash to a spot on the wall. 

"I'll be back later mutt, behave." 

It took him a moment to realize that there was another person in the room with him, a friendly looking girl with pink hair that was pulled back into a short pony tail. She knelt down in front of him since he had defaulted to sitting on his knees. He looked at her wearily, unsure of what she was going to do to him.

"Hi there, good boy. We're gonna get you all groomed up so you can be put on sale tomorrow." She said softly and gently reached out to touch him. 

He leaned away in concern, he was unsure of whether to trust her and scowled slightly to show he didn't really want her to touch him. She retracted her hand and instead grabbed the other end of the leash as she stood up. 

"Well let's get you all cleaned up hmm? I'm Molly, what's your name good boy?" She asked as he hesitantly followed her to a bathtub. 

"K-9-MUT281… ma'am." He said in a hushed voice while she asked him to strip off his company issued clothes. 

"That's an awful long name Niner. But I'm sure your new owner will give you a shorter one?" She said casually as he climbed into the bathtub and hugged his knees to his chest. 

"M'name isn't Niner…" he said softly as she showered him down with warm water, watching dried blood and dirt get washed down the drain. 

"Don't worry yourself over that, I like to give each pet a little nickname, just while I work on them... That's okay, not too hot?" She said as he let her start to scrub his body. 

He wouldn't admit it now but he liked the idea of his own little name, Niner was a nice name, short and easy to remember. However, he hated that she was touching him and scrubbing his body. He wasn't fond of baths after one of Dr. Birch's assistants sprayed him with a powerful hose. He couldn't explain it but the pink haired girl made this bath more tolerable. 

She couldn't help but frown as she looked over his countless bruises, healing cuts, and scars that he had begun to develop. She was especially careful as she washed over newer bruises. 

"Niner, can I trust you to not bite me? I need to wash your face." She asked softly. 

He nodded, he liked her and wouldn't want to bite her, not anymore at least. He wanted to bite that horrible blonde Bitch though she didn't deserve his docile side. 

The muzzle was unbuckled and hesitantly taken off, he just watched her carefully, in case she decided to betray the small bit of trust he had put in her. She gently wiped the dirt and tear stains from his face, the warm washcloth she used was wonderful and he leaned into her touch. She moved his collar to clean the partially scarred skin there.

"Alright sweetheart, I'm gonna wash your hair now." She said as she wet his brown hair with the shower head. It took her some time with detangling shampoo and her fingers to get the knots out.

She rinsed him off and started to dry him with a soft towel, he let out a quiet laugh as she gently squished his face with the towel. She put him in a new pair of socks and shorts. She had him sit on the odd table from earlier and looped the weird leash around his neck, he trembled and let out a soft whine. 

"Relax Niner, you're okay. It's just to keep your head up while I cut your hair. You're a good boy, just sit still." 

He was still trembling but let her comb and cut his hair, she shaped it just so it was more of a shaggy mullet. He couldn't explain it but his head felt lighter, it was a nice change. She got out a blow dryer and turned it on low to blow the little pieces of hair from his shoulders. 

She took the loop off from around his neck and cupped his face in her hands. He let out a soft whine as she pet his face and hair, he immediately leaned into the touch and pressed his forehead against hers. She let out a soft laugh and smiled. He smiled though it was faint, he didn't want to become attached to her, he wasn't going to see her again after all.

"You're a good boy, Niner. I hope you find a nice home." She said as she buckled the wire muzzle back on. 

He was good, he liked her and her friendly touch. If being a good boy meant that someone might pet him like that, then he would try to be a very good boy for his owner.

#dehumaniziation #conditioning #pet whump #hurt/comfort #nudity(non sexual) #forced stripping (non sexual) #bathing #bath #cleaning wounds #blood mention tw #bruises #scars #touch starvation #fearful whumpee #cruel whumper #dubcon touching (non sexual) #haircut #niner #molly #decent fucking caretaking

[rosy-cheekx]

“You’re such a dork.” for the emotional writing prompts! I don't know anything about critical role, really, so for TMA :)

I spy, with my little eye, Bryce’s attempts to shove her own interests into her fics. Anyways, I am an American in college so I was basing this on my own experiences oops. Enjoy!

Date night was Wednesday evenings. Jon and Martin both found it preferable for a variety of reasons; it was the most likely nights for happy hours at the pubs in town, guaranteeing a cheap drink, and keeping to a weekday night minimized the chance of Jon seeing one of his students out. He hated seeing his students. Not that he hated them of course, he really rather liked them…not that they would ever know that. Being a professor, of parapsychology of all things, was rather rewarding. He knew the content inside and out (it felt good, using the mark of The Eye to actively work against it, to pass along information instead of consuming). And they didn’t seem to mind him either.

That was the thing about university students. They really didn’t care about who he was or where he came from. The fact that he was a scrawny, scarred Englishman in a lecture hall in Scotland didn’t matter to them. In the classroom, all they cared was whether he taught the material well (he did) and was kind to those with late assignments (he was. He had been a university student once too; he remembered the anxiety and depression that took him and his mates in waves). He was a good professor; Jon knew that objectively in the marks his students received. But in the subjective? His student had decided they liked him.

This had dawned on him at the end of his first semester; when he was inundated with emails of sincere thank-you for a great semester, for being such a helpful teacher, for taking the time to help review, et cetera. Martin had grinned at him, poking a tongue out his mouth and making some remark about teacher’s pets coming full circle (Jon was never a teacher’s pet though. He had always asked too many questions. He welcomed those questions with open arms now, to be the teacher he hadn’t had.)

The next semester it had been more obvious that students liked him now that he knew where to look. It was in the open “good-mornings” and questions about his weekend plans, and in the fact that he had the best attendance records of his department. It was in the way they asked genuine questions about his material and the waitlists miles long to get into his sections. Later on, it was in the gentle ribbings about his looking tired and the grey hairs even as they celebrated his fortieth birthday with him, bringing in cupcakes and sneaking in between lectures to decorate his office and the sincere questions over his scars, his life, his relationship with Martin (his introductory lecture always featured Martin and Her Regency, their thick orange tabby). To make eight wonderful semesters short, he was familiar with his students, and they weren’t afraid to be familiar back. Which was wonderful in the classroom and all, but not when he was trying have a relaxing evening with his husband.

Which brings them back to Wednesdays. Wednesdays were the days least likely to have students out in town, he had learned from Dr. Kerrigan, the positive psych professor, because Thirsty Thursdays started off the weekend’s partying and drinking for the undergraduates. Wednesday was the day students, in theory, buckled down to finish homework and give themselves a free weekend.

So here they were, Martin in a collared shirt, printed with tiny flowers, and jeans, hair bleached white from the Lonely and curling softly at his temples; Jon in a slouchy ribbed turtleneck and high-waisted pants, his own thick curls half-piled atop his head. Jon was listening intently as Martin spoke animatedly, talking about his own day as a guidance counselor at the local primary school.

“…and I swear Jon, if it wasn’t bad enough that Kimmy has decided never to speak to Lawrence again, now Lawrence has confided in me that he is positively in love with her.”

“Did he say that verbatim? In love, I mean.”

“I mean, no, but he said he was willing to give her all his Squishmallows for a playdate. Squishmallows. That’s real eight-year-old commitment, right there.”

Jon barked out a laugh and put on a puppy-eyed expression, grinning all the while. “Martin Blackwood, do you hereby take Jonathan Sim’s stuffed animals, to have and to ho-”

A gentle swat to the knee with Martin’s shoe cut Jon off. “Oi! Respect my children. They may be fools but its not their faults their brains aren’t developed yet. And yes, I know, ‘they’re not developed ‘til twenty-five and you can argue that your students’ brains aren’t developed either.’ But it’s different. They’re babies.”

“And I’m the All-Knowing One,” Jon mused thoughtfully around a forkful of food, earning him another love-filled kick.

“Speaking of,” Martin pointed to Jon with his glass, eyeing him deliberately. “Midterms next week, yeah? How do you think it’ll go?”

Jon shrugged, scratching at the back of his neck. “Alright, I hope. First exam went well but could’ve been better. I’m worried about Avonni, honestly, he’s nodded off a few times in class and I’m not confident he has someone to get the material from.”

“He has you.” A pointed, snow-white eyebrow.

“Right, but sometimes students don’t want to ask for notes because they think I’ll say no. Maybe I should email him. Speaking of email! Did I tell you what Suzanne sent out?”

“Oh no, what?”

They carried on like this through their meal and into dessert, and not for the first time Jon was struck by the sheer normalcy of it all. His greatest concerns were Suzanne’s passive-aggressive emails and his students, not the inevitable destruction of reality as they knew it to be. They were scarred, inside and out, everyone who had escaped The Magnus Institute was, but they were safe and free and happy. In defiance of everything that had happened to and because of them.

“Dr. Sims!”

Uh oh. Spoke too soon.

Bite of lava cake halfway to his mouth, Jon squeezed his eyes shut, rolling his eyes back in his head and willing there to be another professor with the surname Sims in the restaurant. When he opened his eyes, Martin was valiantly trying to suppress a smile as he eyed something, someone, over his head. Jon twisted awkwardly in his seat to see—

“Parker. What a surprise.” His voice was warm but carefully measured, and the dark-skinned boy waved, shit-eating grin on his face. “I have told you that you can call me Jon.”

“Yeah, I know, but you earned that doctorate! And “Doctor Jon” sounds awful, like you should have your own show or something.”

He hadn’t earned that doctorate, actually, but Martin’s expertise in lying and the disastrous apocalypse that had left everyone disoriented meant it had been easy to exaggerate some of Jon’s CV and manufacture a fake diploma.

“I do have my own show. Monday and Wednesday mornings, where I teach a bunch of caffeinated undergrads parapsychology,” Jon replied easily. “You’re welcome to tune in.” He liked Parker; he was a bit of a class clown, liked to ask off-topic questions or pretend to sneak a look at Jon’s answer sheets, but he was sharp and knew his stuff. Jon respected that. He reminded Jon of someone he dearly missed.

But Parker had already turned his attention to Martin, who was watching the interaction with mirth in his eyes. “Hello sir! I’m Parker McMichael, Jon’s favorite student.” Martin shook the extended hand and nodded in mock seriousness.

“Of course. Pleasure to finally meet you. Are you the one with the essay on ESP or the one on psychokinesis?”

“Neither,” Parker shook his head proudly, short dreads swaying gently with the movement. “The Validity and Continuity of Near-Death Experiences,” he made a mock marquee with his hands, arching curved fingers to indicate the title hanging in the air. “Researching any consistencies in near-death experiences stories, whether they’re legitimate, and what they mean if they are. But-” Parker shook his head and turned his attention back to Jon. “That’s not why I’m interrupting.” He took his phone out of pocket idly as he spoke. “I’m afraid I’ve come to settle a dispute among the 11 a.m. section.”

Oh no.

The Ceaseless Watcher whispered to him, unbidden, the dispute in question. Jon generally knew how to suppress the powers, and they were weaker than they had been, once upon a time, but when he’s caught off guard with the desire to know, to Know, it could still overtake him.

“This you?” A blurry screenshot of a Youtube video is shoved under his nose, a part of a text chain titled Sim’s Spoopy Spirits, captioned by many text bubbles expressing disbelief and objections and a variety of emojis. Jon took the phone and examined it, the truth already sure in his chest. Yes, that was him, dressed in his Jonny d’Ville costume, eyeliner streaked and eyes closed, mid-ballad. God, he wished he could be rid of those Youtube videos.

Jon’s gaping silence must have been enough of an answer for Parker because he whooped a little too loudly for the restaurant they were in and pumped his fist to his chest before typing very quickly on his phone. “I knew it! Take that Sabina,” he was mumbling to himself, lost in his texts for a moment.

Martin took the opportunity to clear his throat. “Sorry, uh, no one’s asked so I will. How did you know to look for him-us-here?” Jon frowned, He hadn’t thought about that.

“Oh, a couple of my mates work here and mentioned seeing Dr. Sims and his husband here a lot on Wednesdays and I dunno about you so much, but Dr. Sims is pretty habitual. Figured it was as good a guess as any. Some things can’t wait til Monday.”

“..an email. Parker. You could’ve sent me an email.” Fingers ran over scarred face, as if he could wipe the irritation (and Martin’s poorly-hidden laugh) from existence.

“But then I couldn’t do this.” His phone was back up again, level with his own face and he twisted so both his own and Jon’s faces were in the shot. “I’m here at 7:02 pm on Wednesday the 26, here to make a very important announcement,” Parker spoke to the camera with confidence. “Dr. Sims just confirmed to me that he is the one, the only, Jonny d’Ville.” Parker held the camera to Jon’s voice. “Anything to say to your adoring fans?”

Jon sighed and tugged on an errant curl. “Don’t forget, reading due Monday.” He wasn’t genuinely upset with Parker, just filled with fond embarrassment.

Parker sent the video off and clapped the back of Jon’s chair. “Well, Dr. D’Ville, its been a pleasure. Everyone’s really excited to get a confirmation on your status of coolest teacher. Any plans for the evening?”

Jon sighed through his lower lip, stray curls framing his scalp flying upward in the sudden burst of wind. “Watching a documentary and trying to forget—wait. What?”

“Oh yeah no, everyone thinks it’s badass. You’ve got a super nice voice and the stories you told were really interesting, if a little buckwild.”

Jon felt his cheeks flush and Martin grinned slyly at him from across the table. “Y-Yes. I guess we were rather good.”

Parker gave his farewells and Jon’s shoulders sagged (he had immediately righted his posture on seeing Parker, his grandmother’s voice in his ear reminding him of his manners), turning his full attention back to his husband. Martin had maintained that grin and was eyeing him intensely, like he expected Jon to say something.

“What, Martin?”

“God, you’re such a dork.” The words were soft, expression fond, and Jon could feel the radiation of unadulterated love Martin gave off in his smile, the one only ever used for Jon. “You really love your students, don’t you? You know how much they love you, right?”

Jon grumbled, but he couldn’t quite sweep the smile off his face either as their waiter made his way over with their check.

“No comment. But we are switching to Tuesday date nights.”

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

The SOLDIER and The Baker || Cloud Strife || Pt3

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Rude was stuck in a rather tough spot, the man did not know what to make of this. He thought he might be able to find any records of the young woman, it seemed to be as if they were completely wiped. Sighing he pinched the bridge of his nose, pulling of security footage of when he ran into you the man managed to get a picture of you.

He needed to know who you are, how did you know Aerith. Sighing he tilted his head to the side as he printed out a picture of you though tensed feeling crumbs hit his shoulder.

“She’s cute.” Even though it was muffled thanks to the food in the person's mouth Rude still knew who it was. “Who is she?”

“The girl I ran into.”

“The one who made these amazing muffin...haha really?....so did you get a name?” Reno asked peering at the picture of you from the candid photo, your hair was tied back in a loss ponytail and you were wearing a dress similar to Aerith’s. He thought you were rather pretty, he also thought that smile was cute but you must be someone important if Rude was looking into you.

“I did not.”

“So...you have nothing on her then?”

“You would be correct.”

“Well Shit.”

Rude sighed as he placed the picture down, maybe he should check into with Tseng to see if he could find something, or Rufus might know. 

“Shit indeed.”

“So Cloud...”

“hmm??” Cloud glanced over at you, he watched as your fingers clutched the Mythril Rod in your fingers.

“I...what was it like being a SOLDIER?” You sighed glancing up at the sky, you never knew why seeing the stars gave you so much comfort. Perhaps it was something that you used to do with your father until he vanished.

“It’s a job...I did it to keep people safe, a lot of good that did.”

Turning to face him, you just smiled at him. “I think you’re doing a wonderful job of watching me and Aerith.”

“Huh?” Cloud frowned then shook his head, he should have expected you to say something like that.

“Aw, I thought for sure that would have given me a smile.” You teased rushing off to where Aerith was.

Stopping in his tracks Cloud frowned for a moment then shook his head. “Try harder.”

Your laughter was his only response but it took a few quick strides for him to catch up with you.

“You can see the sky” Glancing up, that was something he wasn’t used too being stuck in Sector 7 and seeing that plate.

Aerith frowned as she looked up at the dark sky with a frown on her face. “They’re still working on a new plate. I don’t like this part of Midgar.” As you three walked down the dirt path she kept speaking. “Back when they were still building Midgar, there was an accident, and the plate fell. People were still moving in, so there weren’t an of lot living there at the time, but....” She stopped as you three ventured deep down the path until you all spotted the Wall Market in the distance, the lights shining brightly in the night.

“And that’s?”

“The underside of Sector 6. “Wall Market.” A real special place.” Aerith then stepped in front of him tilting her head to the side. “But I’m sure you already knew that, right?”

Cloud frowned then turned his head away. “I didn’t tell you?”He then let out a sigh glancing away from you. “I enlisted pretty much right after I left home.” He then turned his attention to look at the stars. “Dunno much about this place, or any of the slums.”

Biting back a comment you then forced a smile on your face as your grasped his hand. “Don’t worry Cloud! that's what you have me and Aerith for!.”

“I.”

Aerith smiled nodding her head not letting him get a chance to speak.”Y/n is right ya know.” Though that didn’t stop her from telling him about the Wall Market, things you didn’t even know. 

“Lucky for you I know a different way to Sector 7....One that tragically doesn’t go through Wall Market.” Giving you a wink you were positive that you only saw she gave you a small nod to his hand. Sighing she grasped one of Cloud’s hand as you grasped the other. “And it’s just through this tunnel here.” she pointed a long tunnel ahead of you.

“It’s best if you just listen to her Cloud, Aerith isn’t going to stop.” You state though the man let out a defeated sigh. Muttering under your breath you three continued to walk through the dark tunnel into you had to duck under a broken beam.

Emerging under you couldn’t help but let out a groan. “Wonderful.” Seeing the Collapsed expressway, you started to wonder if you would ever make it to Sector 7.

“It’s been like this...ever since the plate fell.” Aerith shrugged as she let go of the man's hands peering down below.

“And their’s no other way?”

“It will be an adventure.”

Sighing you rolled your eyes though then let go of his hand once you reached a ladder. You and Aerith slipped down waiting for the man, tugged out the blue flower he wanted to give to you the man was amazed it was still intact.

Biting bit tongue, he took a deep breath deciding now would be the best time to do it. Once he made it down the ladder he cleared out his throat then thrusts the flower in your face, not wanting to meet your gaze. “Here...for the cupcake...”

Hearing Aerith’s squeal you blinked, blushing as you took the flower. Smiling at him you could still feel the warmth on your cheeks. “Thank you Cloud, it’s beautiful.” Looking at the blue flower over you realized it must have been from the young woman's garden. You then tucked the stem in your hair so the blue petals were resting on your ear.

“So...what do you think.?” Doing a small pose you were taken back by what he said. 

“Beautiful.”

Though the moment was ruined as Aerith then grasped your arm tugging you forward. “Ahhh! so cute!”

Cloud sighed as he then crossed his arms over his chest, now he wished he waited to give it to you so he wouldn’t have to deal with Aerith. Shoulders slumping he glanced around the small little area you were all stuck in trying to figure out a way to get the ladder up.

Wandering off from the two you did not know why you were being drawn to this particular area. Slowly making your way to a darkened corner, hearing a small cry you then knelt. “Hey it’s okay....you don’t have to be scared.”

Though you suddenly let out your cry falling back on your butt when a white creature jumped out at you. Sitting up you didn’t even notice that Cloud and Aerith rushed over to you. The man clutching his buster sword pointing it at the creature sitting on your chest. Aerith gave you a beaming grin kneeling forward pushing Cloud aside.

“Oh y/n! do you know what that is?” 

Still recovering you slowly bring your hands up then run your fingers through the soft fur. “A Carbuncle.....they were in the storybook my mom used to read to me when I was little.” Smiling you continued to pet the creature, it leaning into your touch. “Well, it was nice meeting you little um Carbuncle.”

The Fennec fox-like animal tilting its head to the side once you placed it on the ground. Standing up you walked a few feet before the animal followed you then jumped on your shoulder, its teeth sinking into your Mythril Rod.

“I think it likes you Y/n!” Aerith was smiling.

“Can you trust it?” Cloud, however, was not, the man rather not risk anything happening to you. Shaking his head from those thoughts he did not know why he was thinking that. He kept his gaze on the creature, the Carbuncle had pale blue fur, its large ears twitching as the thing turned its gaze to him while its puffy tail wrapped around your neck gently. He could have sworn the damn thing gave him a smug look.

“Don’t be stupid Cloud! Of course, we can....besides it likes Y/n and you want her to be safe right....?” She started to rock on her heels then smiled tapping the Carbuncle’s nose. “Did you know that the horn is made out of ruby? but don’t let this little one fool you...they have potent healing powers.”

Well if that was true then he guessed that it was one more thing that could keep you two safe. “I...fine....though if it...I’m getting rid of it if it’s a pain in the ass.”

Letting out a laugh you scratched behind the creature's large ears. “Thank you, Cloud and it looks like you need a name.”Hmm how about Celestine...because you have that pretty little stone on your forehead.”

Celestine let out a small chirp, grinning you, Aerith, Cloud, and your new companion was off. 

“Thank god we are out of that mess.” Panting you were leaning forward doing your best to catch your breath, you never thought you could have that hard. Who knew that so man monsters were trapped in a collapsed tunnel, god it was going to be shit getting back to yours and Aerith’s home.

Celestine hopping off your shoulders as you looked around the Evergreen Park of Sector 6.

“Wow....that must be the gate to Sector 7...you must be happy Cloud” Turning to face the blond you smiled at him though it was hard to read the expression on his face.

“I...looks shut how do we open it?”

Now standing beside you Aerith shrugged giving him her smile. “More importantly how about we take a break? Sound good.”

“No, I don’t have time-”

“Aerith now’s not really.”

Ignoring both of you, she continued to smile giving you a small push towards the dome house. With a sigh you climbed up the wall sitting on top of it, not expecting Cloud to be by your side.

“Wait! Aerith what are you?~”

With a laugh, Aerith waved both of you off. “Now is a good time for you two to get to know each other better!”

Dropping your shoulders you brought your knees to the chest to see her chase after the Carbuncle.

Glancing over at Cloud you gave him a weak smile. “She’s something?”

“Yea” Frowning Cloud opened his mouth though he didn’t know what to say to you, what could he say?

“You know...me and my dad used to do this all the time...look at the stars I mean.” Glancing up at the night sky you started to get lost in a memory. “He’d sit me in his lap and point out all the different stars.” Frowning you rested your head on your knees. “I miss him.”

“What happened to your parents?” Cloud wanted to know though he’d understand if you didn’t answer him.

“My father? I don’t know what happened to him...one day...he was just gone a-and for my mother? she died... let's see...um I was eleven.” You tried to blink away tears though as you were crying you felt a hand rest on your cheek. 

“I’m sorry.”

Clearing out your throat you let out a laugh smiling at him. “It wasn’t all bad...Aerith’s mother took me in after my mother's death and when I grew older I moved back into my old home.” You didn’t want to worry about the man but you weren’t going to lie, it felt nice for him to touch your cheek.

Pulling his hand back, the man forced himself not to blush. Now he could see why you and Aerith were close. “I lost my mother too.”

“Oh! Cloud I’m.” Stopping yourself you sighed resting your head on his shoulder. “I’m sure she would be proud of you.” You didn’t mean to say it, the words just slipped out but they were true.

“Huh.”

You both turned to face each other, it wasn’t until now that you got a good look at his eyes. “Wow...your eyes.”

“Oh. It’s ‘Cause of the Mako. All SOLDIER’s have em.” He shifted his body, turning away from you. If his cheeks weren’t red before he was positive they were now.

“They’re beautiful.” Biting your lip you forced out a laugh standing up, dusting your dress off you noticed that the Carbuncle was curled up in Aerith’s arm. “Sorry I’m bumming you out...w..we should go.” Climbing down took a little time though you rolled your eyes once Cloud jumped down.

“Show off.”

Before Cloud could respond Aerith smiled as she slipped under the dome playhouse. Giving you both a grin she must have moved something before she slipped back out.

“This is how you get to sector 7 in style..go ahead.” Aerith did seem a little disappointed that her plan on leaving you two alone didn’t work.

Walking towards the entrance he sighed turned his attention to look at both of you. “Will you two be okay getting home alone?”

Shifting her body that statement seemed to make Aerith a little pleased. “And If I said we wouldn’t be?”

Looking over at you Cloud frowned taking a step forward. “Then I’ll go with you two.” Shaking his head he started to walk off.

“Cloud...I thought you had to get back.” You reached out to grab the man's wrist though you were quickly shushed by Aerith.

Rolling your eyes you stepped away from the woman you tried to hold you back. “I’m sure your friends miss you...so you ready to head back?”

“No.”

You weren’t expecting to hear that, though Aerith nearly squealed as she grasped your arm. “Oh see Y/n! he’s gonna miss us.”

Just as you were going to convince the man to leave all of your attention turned to the doors opening up to a Chocobo pulling a lavish cart.

“Tifa?” 

You and Aerith watch Cloud rush off after the cart and it didn’t take long for you and Aerith to follow after him. The two were talking you tried your best not to listen in but that didn’t seem to both Aerith as she stopped the man in his tracks. 

“Oh no you don’t....you’re going after her.”

“She’s right Cloud...I heard awful things about that man.” You weren’t going to mention that you heard them from your mother.

Listing to both of what you and Aerith had to say he then dropped his shoulders making his way to Wall Market. “Let's go.”

“Perfect!” You and Aerith smiled walking ahead of Cloud, the Carbuncle letting out a chirp. 

“Couldn’t agree more.”

Stepping into Wall Market your eyes went wide, you never have seen anything like it before. Wincing you ignored the pain that started to form in the back of your skull, wandering away from Cloud and Aerith that started to the drive you instead started to pet the Chocobo.

“Aren’t you a cutie.” Smiling your fingers scratched the creature's cheek though you were startled by a voice.

“I’m surprised she even let out touch her....you must be somethin special.” Turning to the voice you spotted a tall man, a beard, and a cowboy hat. He was flipping a coin in his hand.

“Oh!...I’m sorry? I just really love animals and Chocobo’s...they’ve always been my favorite.” Giving him a small bow he let out a chuckle, it wasn’t until you finally noticed that Cloud and Aerith were watching you too.

Before Sam could get close to you, Cloud placed his body in front of yours though that didn’t stop for the man holding his hand out to you.

“You’re the splitin image of your mother.”

Eyes going wide you quickly stepped out from behinds Cloud back. “You knew my mother?!” “Darlin...your mother was one of the best workers I had.” Sam wrinkled his nose as he grasped your chin.“I’d say you got everything from that woman...minus that smile...I’m assuming you got that from your dad.” He didn’t sound too pleased when he mentioned your father.

“Though I seemed to have gotten distracted for the matter at hand.” He narrowed his eyes at Cloud. “I told ya what you need to know now take a walk and leave me out of it.” he seemed to have waved the man and Aerith off though it looked like he was debating on saying something to you with a shake of his head he stepped inside the building.

Confused you didn’t even notice Aerith say something until she placed her hand on your shoulder. “Right y/n?”

“Oh...right ha ha!.” Putting a smile you did your best to agree to them though soon you three were off to the man's mansion though your thoughts were still swimming from what Sam had told you. Your mother worked for, which would explain why she knew about Corneo. Frowning you did your push those thoughts down but you wanted to know more, perhaps you could sneak off to talk to Sam again.

Not paying attention you slammed into Clouds back but you must have been nothing since the man didn’t even move this time.

“You okay y/n?” Their’s Aerith concern for you again. Blinking you let out a laugh pushing your troubling thoughts away.

“Oh? I’m fine.” 

Celestine, on the other hand, jumped back on your shoulders, letting out a growl once one of the men standing in front of the door stopped Cloud from entering. Though they must have said something since Aerith volunteered both of you.

“Aerith!”

“What! he said pretty boys couldn’t enter so we’re the only choice!” Narrowing your eyes you nearly punched the guy in his face when you heard him insulting your friend. “Aerith isn’t homely! have you looked in a mirror!” You snapped stepping out from Clouds back pointing at the man.

“Hey Leslie, this one is really cute....with a little make up she’d be a knockout.” “What?!” You could have sworn your voice went up an octave and you had to catch Celestine from leaping at the guy.

“How about I knock you out.” Cloud let out a small growl pushing you behind his back again.

Aerith narrowed his eyes as she stepped close to one of the lackeys. “Cloud? Permission to kill?”

“Denied.”

Before Aerith had a chance to respond the man Leslie did. “If you’re really sure you want to join an audition, then you’re gonna need an official approval.”

“How do we do that.?”

“The trio--the only ones in town who’re considered authorities on Corneos particular tastes.” Leslie sighed then shifted his body. “First, there’s Chocobo Sam....and then there’s Madam M over at the massage parlor. Last but not least, there’s the Honeybee Inn’s Andrea Rhodea.”

You stopped paying attention once Leslie mentioned Sam, maybe this was your chance to talk to the man alone. Shaking your head to turn to the voice that called out to you, looking up you spotted the concerned look on his face. 

“Well, what are we waiting for.”

Smiling you then turned to Leslie giving him a thumbs up. “Don’t you worry..we’ll be back.”

With a nod, you then stepped out the door with Cloud and Aerith following you but Cloud was the one to stop you in your tracks once you were on the bridge.

 “Are you two sure about this?”

“Of course Cloud! if y/n is in then I am too! no fear!”

Doing your best to steady your nerves you didn’t even notice how much your hands were shaking. While part of you wanted to help Clouds friend you just wanted to know about your mother. Biting your lip it took for you to dig your nails into your palm to run to the man once you spotted him still flipping that damn coin.

“Not you three again.” Sam frowned but gave a glance towards your direction. “Told ya once, I’ll tell you a thousand times- Got nothin’ for you. Now scram.” He then waved you off.

Digging your nails into your palm, you were getting sick of all this. “Hey! Hear us out!” You stepped forward, getting close to the man. “You’re one of the Trio, right? I want you to get...” No not you, you couldn’t pull that off. “I need to you get Aerith in for the Audition.”

“Y/n.” Aerith frowned stepping closer to you, she wished you had more confidence, she thought you were beautiful and just as strong at using magic.

“Why not?”

Now that was a surprise, you didn’t think the man would agree so quickly. “Sure, next time an audition comes around I’ll put your name in the hat.” and their it was.

“You can’t...this has to be the one.” You protested. “Please can’t you do something?”

Eyeing Aerith, Sam then shook his head as he turned his attention back to you. “No can do sweetheart..I already recommended Tifa in the running and she’s got this in the bag.”

“How do you know he’ll pick Tifa? he could pick me?”

“Damn you really want in don't ya?”

Giving him a smile Aerith nodded her head. “Sure do.”

Giving her a smirk he played with the coin in his hand. “Then how about we play for it.” Flipping the coin he then caught it in the air. “Call it, Missy. Heads or Tails? Guess right, and I’ll grant you your wish. Guess wrong and you’ll leave me in peace.”

“Heads.”

“Tails. You lose.”

‘You lost...that couldn’t be right...you came to far to lose.’That was the thought running through your mind.

“Hey, Don’t look so glum.You’re a pretty enough gal, just...not quite Corneo’s cup of tea.”Sam nodded towards Aerith. “But if only the Don will do, try convincing on of the other two...that’s why it’s a Trio and not just the me-oh. Now Skedaddle” He then started to walk off though it was Cloud that stopped him in his tracks.

“Wait...Mind if I see that coin of yours?”

Giving him a smirk Sam tossed him the coin as Cloud inspected it. “Trick coin...I had a hunch.”

Gasping, your eyes went wide as Aerith continued to flip it over. “You bastard!...you’re a cheat!. You must be mistaken! Because my mother would never work for a conman like you! My mother was kind! she helped anyone like you! You’re delusional and have to have me mistaken for somebody else!”  You screamed at him as Cloud grasped your arm, the man could sense something powerful emerging from you. 

Panting you were shocked when the man started to laugh, shaking his head Sam walked down the steps as he pointed to you. “I like you, I’m sure you got a great left hook like her too.” Grasping his chin he then titled his head to the side. “How about this...I’ll get you...only you into the audition...though you can’t go and speak to anyone else...and nobody can know about this...so...do we have a deal?” He held out his hand to you.

Biting your lip you then looked up at the man with determination in your eyes. “Deal..but you’re going to tell me about my mother.” Grabbing his hand, you glanced back at Cloud. His protest falling on deaf ears. “I’m sorry...I have to do this..I’ll see you two soon...We’ll meet at the bridge in two hours.”

Aerith sighed as she watched her friend retreat into the shop, turning to Cloud she placed her hand on his shoulder. The man’s gaze now watching the closed door.

“Come on Cloud...let’s go try the other two...I still gotta chance. Besides y/n can handle herself.”

“Hn.”

Once you stepped into Sam’s well you didn’t know what to call it, your eyes quickly fell to the photo on the wall. Feeling your eyes started to water you noticed your mother immediately.

She was smiling that the camera, a cowboy hat on her head. A pair of boots, skirt and a shirt tied off at her stomach. She looked so young, so happy, shaking your head you then turned to face the man who was now leaning up against a counter top.

“Now that I’m here...talk.”

The Carbuncle jumping off your shoulder as it watched Sam closely.

“Well darlin...this is along tail so you might wanna sit down.”

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Hell is not the best place to have a fever

Description: Mika is sick, and then Lucifer looks after her, and then Asmo does only he also makes her feel good in other ways. (Basically: Sickfic turned Smut)

Warnings: NSFW, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering 

Pairing(s): Asmodeus/OFC, Slight Lucifer/OFC

Word Count: 6,720

Link to my AO3:  Click Here

Author’s Notes: So I decided to post all my works from AO3 here just because I am a needy little bitch so I hope you enjoy reading :D

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It was too bright and too hot. She felt like she was dying.

Mika groaned as she woke up, licking her chalky chapped lips. Her body was on fire and still her body shook as if freezing. Instantly Mika knew she was sick.

Usually that meant she would call out of her job in the human world and take some time off to rest. But here in the Devildom she had school, and calling out would mean speaking to Lucifer, and speaking to Lucifer meant explaining she why she wasn’t going, and then it would lead to a whole thing that would end up with her being smothered by all the brothers for comfort and which, yes, she loved to be cuddled when she was sick, and she was a bit whiny and needy too. So really it wasn’t a problem, but she didn’t want to inconvenience anyone.

Mika groaned, coughing a bit as she did. It was only going to get worse. She had a fever, she could tell, and her stomach was starting to cramp up. She took deep breathes that were thick and hot and came from a clogged phlegmy throat.

“Mika?”

She froze, nerves tingly with icy fear. Oh no. It was Lucifer at her door. She felt her heart pounding. Please don’t come in, I don’t want you to see me like this. Because she must have looked a total disaster, her face flushed and lips chapped, and no doubt the room stank. Her hair was probably a rat’s nest, and she felt it and, yeah, it was run-down and sticky with her sweat.

There were three firm knocks. “You’re going to be late to class. I let the missed breakfast slide, but I will not tolerate any classes to be skipped.”

She cleared her throat before answering. “I’ll be there soon!” She winced. That fucking hurt.

There was silence. Then, another knock. Softer. “May I come in.” The tone suggested it was not a question.

Again, freaking out, and her stomach lurched along with her fear. Lucifer could not see her this way. She admired him too much for all he had done for his brothers and herself, and he would not want to look after a sick human. No matter how much she wanted him to hold her close and make her feel better.

“I’ll be out soon. Give me a few minutes please.”

It seemed speaking alone exhausted her, because she started panting. It was too hot, and her chest ached. Panic settled in when her stomach burned, and she held her mouth with her hand, and her stomach with her other pressing it roughly in punishment. Begging it not to do what it was trying to. But it was harder than she thought and her body was weak. She got up fast when the burning came to her throat in seconds and ran to the bathroom where she tossed open the toilet seat and let out pure stomach acid. It burned hot in her mouth and esophagus. Her knees throbbed from when she all but fell down onto them, and her hair was falling in the way about to get vomit all over it. She really hated throwing up. Misery built up inside her like a burning flame.

Two black gloved hands suddenly appeared, helping pull strands away from her face. Lucifer’s presence behind her was quick to make her feel better and she almost relaxed back against him. But then she remembered she did not want him to see her this way. It was disgusting human stuff and just private stuff she should be dealing with on her own.

He spoke sweetly to her. “Let it out, my dear. It’s almost over.” He knelt, yes, Lucifer knelt beside her, one hand keeping her hair back, the other gently stroking across her forehead. She saw out of the corner of her eye as she spit out the last of her vomit that he was frowning, and his eyes were… sad? But she was too focused on the pain in her throat, head, and, hell, her whole body, to really think too attentively on it.

He flushed the toilet as she moved away. Her nose was leaking and her eyes watered. Her limbs were jelly. She sighed, closed her eyes, and a head rush came on quick, lights burning behind her eyes. If it wasn’t for a gentle hand at her neck she would’ve fallen back.

“I have you.”

Lucifer turned the faucet on from his position with his long arms, and Mika watched with bleary stingy eyes as he wet a cloth, and then wiped over her forehead first. The cool wet sensation was nice and she hummed at the good feeling. A shinning spot in her pain. He smiled at the corner of his mouth, lifting the damp cloth across her mouth to wet away anything left. Her lips tingled. He gently pat under her nose, and she wiggled it, his eyes crinkled as she did.

“Thanks,” Mika whispered. It sounded awful to her own ears and hurt just as much. Embarrassed at having Lucifer, a Lord of the Devildom, wipe at her puke and snot. But it was nice, too.

“Hush, you can barely speak. No more talking, do you understand me?” Lucifer spoke firmly,

She pressed her lips together, and nodded slowly. Honestly, not talking was okay with her.

“Good girl.” He reached down to her, grabbed and lifted her up in his arms with quick grace, and she gasped, clinging to his back with one arm, lightheaded. “Your bed is filthy. Come, we are going to my room so you can rest.”

She sniffed, and buried her face in his chest. The sway in his arms of her body made her sleepy, like a baby being rocked, and she felt herself dozing off.

“Oh no, is Mika unwell?”

She turned her face, and saw Asmodeus walking their way. She blinked blearily at him. She waved with her hand on her lap and saw the Avatar of Lust grin for a split second.

Lucifer nodded. “She is. I expect you to take notes in classes for her. Pass the word on to the others as well.”

“Of course!” Asmo peered down at you, and pouted his lips. “Poor deary. I wish you the quickest recovery.” He pressed his lips to her forehead, Lucifer growling low in his throat. She smiled softly because she knew how protective Lucifer was.

“Asmodeus…” Lucifer warned.

Asmo winked at her. “Bye-bye, little Mika, make sure Lucifer takes good care of you. If he doesn’t, you know where I am.” He strolled away, humming to himself as he did.

Mika was brought into Lucifer’s room. It was dimly light, and soft music played from a record player. Classical music, she thought, but it was different. The Devildom’s version perhaps? She sighed, and lolled her head back. Thinking was too hard, she was exhausted.

Lucifer chuckled. “Don’t sleep yet, pet. First I want to get you comfortable. Here we are.” He sat her down on his bed before he walked away, and wow was it soft and squishy. She pressed her hands down, and knew she’d want to stay in this room forever just lying on the bed. She felt like she was turning into Belphegor.

“I’d prefer you to eat before you sleep, but I think you may just vomit again so we will avoid that mess. Here’s some water instead.”

She happily drank the cup of cold water that was handed to her. It was nice on her throat. Sighing in relief, she lay back against the soft sheets and pillows behind her head with his help.

“Thank you,” she said.

His form hovered over her head, and he tutted at her, one finger over her lips. She noticed his gloves were gone, and his fingers were cool to the warm chapped feeling of her mouth. “No speaking, remember? Heal that poor throat.”

She blushed. He was right, though. All she wanted to do was sleep. Which was odd, as it was morning, not night. But her body and mind was ready to rest for a while.

He sat at her side, then. Lucifer’s fingers softly stroked her hair and he did this for a few minutes. The feeling was rhythmic, hypnotizing her into dreaming. She listened to the music he had on, feeling his presence beside her. Just knowing he was there made her feel comfortable, safe. He was the strongest of all the brothers. He was taking care of her. His soft fingers combing her hair, nails occasionally scratching her scalp soothingly, she had never felt so relaxed when ill before.

“Sleep now, my darling Mika,” he whispered.

And she did.

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Mika woke up slowly, groggily. Body aching, and worst of all sticky. The sheets beneath her she could feel were cool with her own sweat that soaked in an imprint which she immediately moved away from. Vaguely she recalled waking up before, delirious and too hot, and feeling soft cool touches to her face and neck, hearing sweet words from a kind voice. It had to have been a high fever and the outcome was this incredibly sore feeling all over.

“Good morning,” a soft deep voice said at her side, making her flinch. “I’m glad to see you awake and lucid… somewhat.” The voice chucked.

Glancing over, and getting her bleary eyes to focus, it was Lucifer. He carried a tray with glasses and other items. He wore a small smile on his handsome face, and if she looked deeply she could see some dark smudges under his eyes indicating he did not sleep well (no doubt remnants of caring for her fevered self the night before).

He set the tray at the stand beside the bed, and held out a glass of ice water to her. “Drink, you must be very thirsty.”

She just hummed, licking her lips that tasted awful, sour and dry. Water sounded amazing. She reached for the water glass, hand shaking. He simply took her hand, guided it back down, and after helping her sit up amongst a mound of comfy pillows thankfully not sweat-ridden, he helped her drink the ice cool liquid. Immediately her throat felt soothed, and she swished it in her mouth to get rid of the nasty flavor.

Lucifer gently wiped away stuck hair from her cheeks, and Mika sighed at his touch. No matter how many times he put his hands on her, she would never tire of it, gentle or not.

He kept a hand over her cheek, thumb soothingly stroking her skin with his cool glove. He looked at her like she was the most fragile thing he’d ever seen. “I’ve brought you some medicine from the human world and some potions as well. Satan and I made sure that none of these medicines combined would negatively affect you. Take this,” he said, setting a glass of purple thick stuff in her hand, the glass shaking just a bit in her grip.

She turned her lip up at it, and begged him with her eyes. The smell was terrible, bitter and like it was burnt. “I hate medicine. I hate potions even more. I really don’t want this, Luci.”

He chuckled, darkly, and it was terrifying. “Always so stubborn even when ill. But this is not up for debate, my dear.”

She eyed the tray, where some tablets lay as well as a cloth and thermometer. But the worst thing of all was in her hands. Who would ever want to drink this stuff? She’d rather suffer through another session of vomiting up her own insides. “I’ll take the advil or whatever that is, but not the… gloopy stuff.”

He shook his head. “Your fever isn’t as high as it was last night, but you must take this to prevent it from returning and,” he titled his head, then said, “willingly would be best.”

She glared at him, albeit weakly, and they had about a minute of a stare down. Her eyes watered a bit, she did blink but having to focus on one thing was hard. Lucifer’s eyes glowed red the entire time, his arms folded casually, his stance as still as could be, and she realized she could not beat the firstborn demon brother when she was so weak in a staring contest (she could activate the pact, but honestly it wouldn’t have much strength right now most likely).

Mika’s shoulder’s fell, and she internally groaned. “Fine.”

He grinned devilishly. He really loved winning, she thought. “Thank you, Mika.”

After taking the awful medicine and gagging, Lucifer cooing at her to which she glared, she sat back with a yawn.

“Now I unfortunately have some business with Diavolo today that I simply cannot delay in, so I asked Asmodeus to watch over you. If you’d like to stay here, you’re more than welcome. But I think he said he wanted to give you a soothing bath for your aching body if you’d like me to take you to his room?”

She sighed. “That sounds wonderful.”

Asmodeus’s bathroom was extravagant and everything you would expect him to have. It was the size of her bedroom. She had been there with him a few times before going to The Fall as he had a vanity mirror with many beauty products lined up that any girl would dream of having. She also had been in there to have bath sex for the first time, and it was absolutely glorious. 10 out of 10, would do it again in a heartbeat.

Lucifer helped her change into some more comfortable clothes, sweatshirt and pants with underwear but no bra—bras were not to be worn when ill, she told him. The walk to his room was long even with Lucifer helping her walk and eventually she got lightheaded so he lifted her into his arms halfway through. She let him this time, but really it was only because she knew she wouldn’t be seeing him for a while and the close contact was nice. Diavolo usually took him away for at least half the day when he needed him and getting any attention from Lucifer made Mika happy.

Just as they got to their destination, Asmo opened the door before they could knock. He looked up and down at them, and raised his brows with a large shining smile. “Well, this is the second time I’ve seen you in Lucifer’s arms, Mika! How lucky you are.”

Mika couldn’t help but grin. Asmo’s teasing always made her smile. “I really am the luckiest girl.”

Lucifer sighed. “Here.” And he had the audacity to pass her into Asmo’s arms like a doll. She huffed, but allowed it. Only because Asmo was wearing a soft pink robe and it felt nice to cuddle into it. Also, she felt tingly inside being passed from one man to another when both were so damn hot.

“I’ve given her a few potions, but she will need more in a few hours. I’ll send a little D with them when the times comes.” Lucifer leaned down to her face, and kissed her cheek. As usual, his gaze softened when looking at just her. He was so close she could smell his cologne, her senses heightened. “Rest well, my darling.”

She blushed. “Thank you, Luci,” she whispered.

“Aahh, so cute,” Asmo cooed. “Don’t worry, big brother, I’ll make sure our precious petal is taken care of!”

“I know you will not let me down.”

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Entering Asmodeus’s room was like entering a different world. From the dark colors outside in the House of Lamentation, to the bright pinks and orange hues in his room, and all the expensive and shiny looking things laid about. It was a drastic change from, say, Lucifer’s room which was more gothic, or Levi’s which was aquatic. She only hated Satan’s room as there was never any room to sit, but the smell of books always comforted her though.

“I’ve got a wonderful bath running for you with only the best oils and bath bombs I had,” Asmo said after shutting the door. He carried her to the lavish bathroom adjoined to his room, the only one that was so large, and set her on the cushioned bench on one wall. The room was steaming and felt warm and homey, and the dim yellow and pink lights dancing overhead made her feel sleepy and soft.

He crouched down at her, and smiled at the adorable sight she made. Her cheeks were flushed. “Lavender with milk and honey, it’ll make your skin soft and take away all those aches. Doesn’t that sound lovely?”

Mika had to admit, it really did. “Thanks so much, Asmo. You didn’t have to do all this for me.”

He pouted, long fingers dancing over her cheekbones and forehead, and gently under her eyes which she closed as he did. “You look so tired, petal. Come, let’s get you undressed and into the tub now.” He stood up, and held out his hands, clenching and un-clenching them. “Arms up.”

Nudity in front of any of them at the beginning of her stay was scary, but she trusted Asmo not to do anything without her consent. Plus, she had the pact as a backup if she could really harness her strength into a command. And after having sex with most of the demon brothers, she came to appreciate her body more and realize that to them she was beautiful no matter what so she wasn’t all that shy.

And she really didn’t think she could do it herself without getting super tired, and a bath in Asmo’s tub was pure luxury. No way was she not going to take one.

So she did as he said, albeit shakily. He hummed and carefully pulled the sweater off her. “My, my, no bra, my sweet? What are you trying to tell me,” he giggled.

She rolled her eyes (which hurt as she did) and laughed softly. “You know me. Always ready for anything.”

He bopped her nose once, and she twitched it in response. “I know you are.”

Getting her pants and underwear off was harder, but eventually they did. Then he helped her step into the large tub which really was more like a small pool. She sighed, or practically moaned honestly, and sank until her nose and eyes were all that was above water.

“Don’t go drowning on me now, dear Mika. Lucifer will have my head on a silver platter if anything were to happen to you under my care.”

She turned to him, and blinked slowly. She felt heavy with all the steam getting to her. He was stepping into the water beside her, sitting on the steps. He wore swim trunks that were glittery pink and outlined his physique wonderfully, plus is showed his dick off in it well. She assumed he would be wearing a thong or speedo.

“I won’t sink,” she murmured.

She let out a sigh and felt her muscles loosening. Her body felt lighter than it had in a long time.

“Ah, I forgot to mention I added a little something extra to the waters. It’s supposed to help relax all the muscles and create a sense of calm. Perhaps I put too much?” He grinned wickedly.

She made a sound in the back of her throat, and leaned back against the tub. Uh oh, maybe he did put too much as she felt herself falling backwards.

Until, there was a warm body behind her instead, protecting her head with soft hands. “I’ve got you, love.”

She kept her eyes shut, smothering her cheek into his abs. “’anks.” He smelt so good, she couldn’t help but nuzzle him a bit.

He laughed, fingers running through her wet locks. “Let’s get you all washed up now that you're less tense.”

And he started scrubbing her hair with his wonderful fingers. She felt like she was in heaven. “Fuck, that’s nice. ‘s like ‘m at a massage parlor.”

“Mmm. I am fantastic with my fingers, as you well know.”

She blushed. She did know.

“Do you want mint and rosemary shampoo, or I have vanilla milk and papaya?”

She shrugged, feeling warm and sleepy with him behind her, and the hot oiled water surrounding her. She really did not care much, but saying that would hurt Asmo’s feelings.

She liked mint shampoo at the salons when she got her hair done. “First one?”

He scratched her scalp in thought, again causing Mika to sigh in happiness at the attention. “Hm. We’ll do the mint shampoo, and then the strawberry and rose conditioner. Oh, you’re gonna smell so sweet I just won’t be able to let you leave my sight~”

She laughed softly. Then he did his magic and Mika almost passed out from pure pleasure of soapy mint fingers scratching over her head. She felt her insides melting into goo, and literally slipping under almost like she was in a trance. The mint smelled good, and it perked her up a bit from the lethargy the water was giving her momentarily. She could have sworn he was using his powers, but she did not feel aroused, more like she felt sated but wanting more.

He hummed as he worked through her hair, untangling and scrubbing. Warm water was poured with his hands over her hair, and he ran his fingers through it to get all the minty soap out. But it was hard to do because Asmo had to pull her body up twice as she sunk down deeper, feeling relaxed and almost like dead weight.

As he then started to apply the strawberry conditioner to her newly washed hair, he said with some frustration in his tone, “Darling, you’re really making it difficult to pamper you.”

He sighed in frustration and guided her between his legs, clamping his own against her thighs. She felt the push against her legs, but it wasn’t hard, just enough to keep her there.

And suddenly she felt overwhelmed. With all the smells assaulting her senses and her sensitive body being caressed over and over, it was no wonder. His words certainly did not help her feel good inside. She felt bad, he was being so nice and she was ruining it. So she wasn’t surprised when she felt herself crying silently.

He stopped massaging the conditioner into her hair, the atmosphere tense. He dunked his hands under the water to wash away the soap, and gently pulled her face to turn to his with a light pinch of her chin with his thumb and forefinger. His eyes glowed in concern at her tears. “Petal, please don’t cry. I'm sorry for what I said, you cannot help it and that's okay, I'm right here to help. We’ll be done in a few minutes, then we can cuddle in bed and I’ll braid your hair. Sounds good, yeah?” He spoke softly.

She sniffed, and nodded once. “’mkay.”

“Oh, sweet Mika. Are you feeling poorly again, or just sleepy?” he crooned, the thumb on her chin rubbing soothingly.

Honestly, her head was a bit fuzzy, but her body wasn’t aching and her stomach was fine. She shrugged. “Both?” Then, as if knowing what she just said, she held her stomach as it rumbled, the sensation running through her entire midsection.

Asmo laughed, and it sounded like chimes. “You must be starving to make such sounds. That was almost as loud as Beel’s in the morning.”

She pursed her lips, and shook out of his hold on her face. She wiped at her eyes, her arms tired from the small action. “Mean.” She faced the water below, and looked at the suds and bubbles. She was actually starting to get an appetite back, and food sounded good.

“I’ll have some light food for you once we finish here.”

She murmured her thanks, and he finished with the conditioner in her hair. It was nice smelling, reminding her of summer breezes in the human world in flower fields, with a hint of sweetness from the strawberries.

He abruptly stood up and took her with him, taking her out of the trance she was about to drop into. She grunted at the sudden movement of arms under her own, somewhat dragging her up as she was such dead weight.

The shock of air hit her body and she winced, and felt herself turning sluggish. “Next time,” she nearly slurred, leaning her nude body against his, “don’t add that stuff.”

He smiled small. And she got the feeling it was not an accident to make her this way.

_+_

There was nothing like laying down on Asmo’s plush bed with too many pillows after a luxurious soak in his amazing bathtub. Mika wore his soft light purple robe he had her borrow (because “you are not wearing those hideous sweatpants in my presence anymore deary”) and his silky black boxers. Her muscles had never felt so loose before, she couldn’t stand upright for long when she initially got out of the bathtub. Was she on drugs? Did Asmodeus drug her? Is this what being on drugs was like? She wondered. But no, he wouldn’t do that. Not without asking first at least.

Asmodeus was sitting off the side of the bed next to her, humming as he arranged some food on a plate for her that a little D brought in. He wore a similar robe and boxer set, but his were silky and nearly see through.

She reclined back against the fluffy mound of pillows even deeper on the canopy bed, and said with a sigh, “I’m glad we don’t have school and that it’s the weekend. I would feel bad for missing anymore.”

Asmo turned his head and gave her a stern look, which, to be frank, on him was absolutely adorable. “Mika, you’re ill. And you missed one day. There’s no way Lucifer would let you go to RAD when you’re sick, darling. He cares for you too much. Don’t feel that way either, you’ll always have us to help you catch up on missed work. Well, all of us except Mammon.” He winked, and she giggled.

“Yeah, you’re right. Thanks.” She stared up at the canopy top, and noticed it had little flecks of sparkles in it that began glimmering in the light. It was really pretty, like anything of Asmo’s wouldn’t be pretty to look at, though.

“I know I am. Here Mika, say ah~”

Mika turned, and there was a piece of fruit shoved at her lips. She bit it and hummed, it tasted good. “What is it?”

“It’s a melon of some sort… not sure!” He shrugged, grabbing another in his delicate hand. This one was yellow with small orange spots, the size of a small sugar cube. She opened her mouth and took the whole piece. “Is it good?”

She licked her lips from the juices. “Mhhm, yeah it is.”

His eyes gleamed as he watched her lips. As he basically eyed her, she eyed the small plate, curious of other fruits, and then pursed her lips when she saw a small vial. It had purple liquid and she knew exactly what it was.

Nope. Mika was not taking it.

She attempted to reach for a piece of fruit herself, really intending on sneaking the vial and hiding it, but Asmo slapped her hand lightly and she drew it back with a small hiss. Her plan was ruined.

“Don’t be naughty now.” He waged his finger. She gaped, wondering if he knew what she was going to do. “Eat some more fruit and then rest a bit. Taking that nasty potion without food is not ideal, I know from experience.”

Feeding her a few more pieces of cut up fruit of all different shades, Mika was feeling good, and it was like she was being treated like royalty. Her body was relaxed, and Asmo’s aura was even more so. She bit at his fingers jokingly once and laughed when he took revenge by smearing purple juice on her nose. She went crossed eyed as he did it.

Asmodeus laughed at her, crying out, “So cute!” and kissed her nose, then he preceded to lick it like a kitten would.

She turned beet red. His eyes alone caused a reaction in her, but his tongue on her body? That was a whole different feeling together.

But it seemed he was just teasing (like usual) because suddenly his fingers were combing through her still wet locks, twirling them around. “Can I braid your hair, petal? If I braid it now it’ll be curly when it fully dries and you’ll look so gorgeous all my brothers will eat you up.”

Chuckling, Mika nodded. “Sure. As long as I don’t actually get eaten.”

“Mmm, well, I can’t guarantee Beel won’t. Now turn around for me, dear.”

She was turned around at his direction, back to Asmo’s chest in his spread legs, her own crisscross style. Having his elegant fingers in her hair again was nice, and she shut her eyes, feeling the tugs and pulls. It was like a sick spa day.

Her body was leaning back more and more, and she couldn’t tell if it was still from the bath or from her sickness taking its toll again. Or even just Asmo’s aura, even though his powers didn’t technically have any effect on her, he still did. But he had to readjust her a few times with his hands taking turns from her braid, to instead press her against him right so he could do her hair.

And she couldn’t help it, she felt bad for making him pull her all over the place. “Sorry,” she murmured. “M just really… relaxed…”

He laughed breathlessly in her ear, the heat making her head spin a bit. “It’s all right.” He grabbed her waist with one hand and pulled her body back to where he wanted. With just one hand on her bare skin beneath the robe, warm and soft. She made a “omf” sound as he did it so fast, but he quickly put his fingers back into her hair, and was done in no time at all.

“There! You look like a princess, so beautiful. Not like you didn’t before.” He tugged on the single braid playfully.

“Are you my prince, then?” she asked breathlessly. Having his hands all over her so much the past hour or so was getting to her. Being pressed close to him again made her skin tingle, and she might have just felt the boxers she wore get wet from her pussy dripping. Although, usually when she was close with most of the brothers she got at least a little bit wet. Especially with a certain eldest brother.

“Of course! Have I not always been your prince, darling?”

She smiled softly, and turned her head to kiss his cheek. “You are.” Do orgasms help when sick? She hoped so.

He encompassed his legs around her a bit more once he turned her around in his lap to face one another. “My sweet Mika.” He smiled with no teeth, and then sighed like he regretted what he was about to say next. “Now, I know you hate the stuff, and I do, too. I remember when I got sick from eating too much of that chocolate Beel got from the human realm and I had to take something similar. Lucifer is pretty adamant with this. Just try not to breath and it’ll be better.”

She frowned. What a twist, from being aroused to being forced to take awful medicine. “But—can I just have the human medicine now? I don’t have a fever anymore.”

He hummed, and pressed his forehead to hers. “I don’t know, you feel a bit hot to me.”

She shuddered. Even though his powers did not affect her, she still felt attraction and she was sensitive right now. Plus, his lips were right there, and he was the best kisser.

“Mhh, you smell so sweet. But before things escalate, take your medicine first.”

She huffed, and pouted profusely. He stared at her, his gaze lingering on her mouth, and lifted his hand and pressed his single index finger to her bottom lip, pulled it down, watching it pop back. She felt herself exhale shakily, and just stopped a groan from leaving her lips.

Asmo let his hand drop, a smile on his face and his eyes practically neon with power. He took the vile from the plate discarded to the side of the bed, bare of the fruit. He popped the cork and tipped it to her lips. “Drink up.”

She again opened her mouth for him again, as she would most likely always do, and swallowed the disgusting potion. It would be the last time she took it, and not even Lucifer could tell her any different. “Blegh!”

He smirked at her then, and gave her some water from his nightstand to help. “Sorry, my darling. How about I make you forget about that nasty taste, yeah? Would my tongue help?”

She tilted her head up, braid falling back. “Please,” she begged.

“Please what?”

He leaned closer. Mika’s body leaned closer in return, her chest to his. The air felt hot, static-y. All that separated them from being bare against once another was the two thin robes. “Please kiss me?”

His mouth was soft on her own, and a bit wet from him licking them in anticipation. He pressed her down to the bed, using his tongue to pull her lips apart gently as he positioned her. She let him lick in her mouth for a moment, just lying there, pliant.

“You taste so sweet,” he murmured on her mouth.

She cried as he bit her lower lip too hard, hips raising off the bed to meet his. “Ah! Asmo…”

“Hmm. I’ll be gentle, darling, I promise.”

And then he was kissing her cheeks, sliding down and down until he was at her lower half, on his knees. She realized her legs spread far apart automatically, and glancing down at him she really wanted his mouth on her.

He read her mind, because he asked, “Can I taste you here?” He parted the robe, and smiled seductively up at her. His fingers ran over her clothed clit, circling.

She cried at the touch, her body hot. Her head flew back, hands clawing bedsheets. “Please please, yes!”

“So reactive, I love what I do to you. I barely even touched your little clit, and look at you.”

Mika felt her bottom half raising off the bed, searching for his mouth, or something. His words made her burn even more, it was like a fire struck inside of her, and she was needing relief

“Let’s get you out of these now.” He tore through his own clothes she wore, and her lower half was in open air. She was totally nude. “How wet you are, glistening really.”

He kissed at her hipbone, suckling a small hickey there. His hand massaged her other hip, fingers sly and dancing over her thigh. Teasing, and making her leak more. Kissing a pathway down to the inside of her thigh, he used his other hand to pull her leg up, and then hot air blew on her folds.

She threw her hands down to grab his hair when he pressed his tongue flat on her and licked up. It was a rough pressure and she felt it down through her legs, making her tense up even with the way her body felt like goo. “Asmo, yes, ng!”

“My sweet petal, you taste divine,” he whispered against her pussy lips. His tongue pointed and flicked at her clitoris then, a rapid movement. She pulled on his hair, and shoved her hips up to meet his mouth better, which was difficult with the fact that he held on of her legs. “Ah, yes, use my face.”

“Inside, please, want your tongue in me,” she begged. Her eyes shut tight, and she tossed her head to the side, biting her own lip.

He bit her clit then, and she cried loudly, gripping his hair very hard. She let go and moved her grip to the bed sheets instead. One hand still holding her leg up by her thigh stayed, warm on her goosebumps skin and the grip wasn’t too hard. His other was on her hip, fingers circling her hipbone with softness, nails barely scraping but enough to make her gasp a little bit here and there. She felt open and bare and so wet and hot.

And that was when he really got into it. His tongue roamed outside her vagina, poking in just so, and then it was fully inside, and he flattened it and his lips sucked on her. Mika couldn’t breathe. The sensation was incredible, she felt full and wet. Her body was trembling, her core so heated. She wanted more, she wanted a bigger sensation.

He pressed his finger to her clit, and rubbed back and forth and he tongued in and out of her pussy. It was good, so so good, but she wanted something else.

She shook her head, and said, “please, I want… tongue… on my clit…”

Asmo hummed in acknowledgment and slurped away from her vagina, his hands on her leaving as well. She felt cold suddenly, but when he looked at her again she did not, she felt turned on more with his gaze so focused. “Ah, I love how straightforward you are in bed. You look so delectable, my sweet.”

She looked at him then, his face wet with her own juices, as he licked it up, fingers popping in his mouth for a quick moment to swirl and he hummed in delight. His body was lean, and on display in front of her, dark boxers with an obvious bulge. He was so gorgeous, could have anyone, and he was eating her out.

Her stomach clenched. She needed more. More from the Avatar of Lust. “Please…”

“Begging will get you everywhere, darling.” He laughed, and he never looked as bright as he did then. He went back down on her, and lifted both her legs up abruptly, and Mika gasped. He really went for it then, and the tongue on her clit was fast, so fast it was almost vibrating. She was climbing quick, and hard, her body shaking.

“Asmo,” she chanted over and over.

Her chest rose and fell. The noises were sloppy sounding, and it turned her on even more. Then his fingers, two, entered her and fucked in and out as he nibbled and suckled her clit vigorously.

“Come, gonna come now!” she said breathlessly.

Seconds later, with a rough pump of his fingers and a hard suckle of his lips around her swollen bundle of nerves, she was coming, pulsating around his fingers. Lights danced over her shut eyes, and her legs shook a bit. She moaned softly, riding it out with some small thrusts of her hips, Asmo letting her, and then her body dropped down from where it was pressed up to his face.

“Ah, my dear, there’s nothing quite like a good orgasm to make you feel better.”

She laughed, and pulled him down. Well, she reached for him by clenching her fingers in the air for a moment with eyes shut, and he complied, lying beside her.

“Cuddle time I’m guessing?” he teased, pinching her side.

She gasped. “Yes. ‘M tired now.”

“Ah, so I don’t get anything in return?” he asked sadly.

She frowned, and opened her eyes. “I can, I’m sorry. That’s selfish of me.”

He smiled, and bopped her nose again. “My sweet Mika. Hush though, I was only joking. You close those pretty eyes and rest now.”

She hummed, snuggling close to his chest. Thankfully he really meant that, she would know otherwise, because she could not do much else right then. “Thanks, Asmo. You’re the best.”

“Hm, yes, we all know this, but please keep saying it.” He kissed her cheek, and said softer, with pure affection in his tone, “Sweet dreams, my petal.”

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