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love-belle · 10 months

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this is how you fall in love !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which they were best friends but they were so much more than that.

for when you fall in love with your best friend. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // lando norris x fem!reader

warnings - language

author’s note - literally falling asleep as im writing this hope u like it i love u thank u

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wolken-himmel · 1 year

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In which Jade and Floyd drag (Y/n) to the Octavinelle dorm in the middle of the night. Why? Azul is suffering from an especially bad nightmare.

Upon waking up, the prefect is there to comfort him.

Request by @yourlovelyyves.

"Good evening, (Y/n)."

A velvety voice eased you out of your peaceful slumber, much to your utter dismay. The night had been silent and void of any disturbances prior. Without much effort, you swatted away at the hand that latched into your arm. The assailant remained persistent however, which drew an annoyed grumble from your lips.

"Hm... go back to sleep, Grim," you muttered under your breath. Even after you had rolled onto your other side, the fingers wouldn't cease poking your side.

A disgruntled sigh escaped your lips, you slowly forced your eyes to flutter open. Your eyelids were as heavy as lead and puffy with sleepiness. Yet, all that drowsiness vanished as soon as your eyes met a bright pair of heterochromatic ones.

"Peek-a-boo! It's me! Floyd." A large grin was etched onto his face.

By then, your eyes were as wide as saucers and threatened to fall out of their sockets. Miraculously, you managed to keep the beginnings of a scream in the back of your throat. Adrenaline rushed through your veins. How could it not? Two large shadows loomed over your bed, only the outlines of their sharp features lit by the moon light.

Unmistakably, these shadows were Floyd and Jade.

"Uh... what are you two doing here?" you asked and rubbed your eyes awkwardly. "It's like... 3 AM right now."

"It's a long story," Jade began. Without any regard for your comfort whatsoever, he deftly snatched the blanket off your body. "We shall explain on the way."

A shriek escaped your lips. Without wasting any time, your drowsy limbs tried to regain possession of your blanket. But, with his height and long arms, you failed miserably. His brother merely laughed at your feeble attempt and uncoordinated struggling. "Can't it wait until tomorrow?" you grumbled under your breath. The last weaves of warmth fled you by now. "I really need my sleep..."

Floyd clicked his tongue playfully. "I get it, shrimpies need their beauty sleep. We respect that, but we also kinda don't. And this is an emergency, anyway." Without allowing you to answer, he extended his hands and tried to grab you. "So c'mere, Shrimpy." A silly chuckle escaped his lips while he moved in on you.

"Let go of me!" you wailed when he wrapped his arms around you. Without breaking a sweat, he hauled you into the air and threw you over his shoulder. "I need my sleep!"

Floyd rolled his eyes at your antics. "I need my sleep, too. It's a win-win if you just come with us!"

In a split second, you were by the door of your bedroom. A panicked flash adorning your face, you screamed out, "Grim, help! Grim—" Outside, even the crows nestled in their trees perked up and escaped into the distance.

However, your cat friend merely rolled onto his other side. His paws greedily grabbed the blanket all for himself. "Go back to sleep, (Y/n)..." he mumbled and hid his ears beneath the thin pillow.

You clicked your tongue in disappointment. By then, the exhaustion was starting to settle in: all the screaming was draining your small energy reservoir incredibly quickly. "Great..." you grumbled under your breath. Once you had exited the Ramshackle dorm, your tired body went limp in defeat.

Jade simply sighed after a while. "It's because of Azul."

Jade chuckled but shook his head. "No, not really. He somehow is having a lot of nightmares lately. Sadly, his yelling impacts our ability to sleep, as well."

You perked up at his words, and your eyes lit up in worry. "You could have told me earlier instead of dragging me out of my bed without any explanation." Although you pursed your lips, you eventually decided to let it go. A soft sigh escaping your lips, you continued, "So, what's wrong with Azul? Don't tell me he fell asleep at his desk again..."

A yawn escaped his brother's lips. "I get all cranky if I don't get my sleep..." Floyd complained under his breath.

"And what am I supposed to do?"

"Well, we're bringing you with us because he always calls out to you during his nightmares," Jade explained after the three of you had passed through the mirror to arrive at the Octavinelle dorm. "Sometimes it's 'Floyd, don't eat me!' but mostly it's your name, prefect."

Floyd hummed along while you entered the dorm building. "So, we did the only reasonable and logical thing: drag you out of your bed and carry you all the way to our dorm," he chimed proudly. How he managed to procure the strength to carry you despite his tiredness, you would never understand. He dragged you up a winding pair of stairs until you three arrived in front of one particular door.

When you were finally set down again, you let out a satisfied breath. Your tired limbs regained a little bit of life as you stretched and popped your joints back into place. "I'm not sure if I can help him, but I'll try..." you said after a while. The twins eagerly opened the door for you and ushered you inside.

"Work your magic, Shrimpy!"

When light flooded the room, your eyes immediately fell on the figure in the grand bed — none other than Azul. He was thrashing and whimpering. The sight caused your heart to sink in worry. Your feet moved on their own, and you quickly found yourself by his bed side.

"Azul? Whats wrong?" you asked and put his hand on his shoulder.

Your voice seemed to have a soothing effect on him, but he nonetheless continued to roll around in discomfort. "Hm... Floyd, get away from me..." he cried out and hid his head beneath his pillow in what seemed like fear. "Don't eat me..."

You wanted to laugh, you really did — but doing so would have been insensitive. Whatever nightmare he was having, it must have been really bad. His entire body was shaking beneath the blanket.

"Azul? Come on, wake up..." you whispered and squeezed his shoulder softly. "It's me, (Y/n)."

That somehow did the trick. At once, he bolted up until his back was as straight as a candle. His eyes were ripped wide open, and his shoulders heaved up and down. "Please, Floyd, I'm just an innocent octopus! Stop nibbling at my tentacles!" he yelled and clutched his pillow tightly.

"Azul!" You grabbed his shoulders in an attempt to pull him back to reality.

His wide eyes returned to their normal size as soon as he noticed your presence. Much to your relief, his body stopped shaking. The fear on his face was now replaced by utter confusion. "Hm? Wait, what are you doing in my room, prefect?" the dorm leader asked awkwardly.

The corners of your lips quirked upwards into an amused smile. "Floyd and Jade brought me here because you were having reoccurring nightmares," you explained while rubbing soothing circles onto his back.

"Tsk, you missed all the good parts," Floyd exclaimed and began cackling. "Azul was fussing about you before he switched to bad-mouthing me. What did he blabber? Stuff like 'Oh, oh! (Y/n), I like you so much!' Right, Jade?"

"I don't seem to recall, brother dearest." An innocent grin graced Jade's lips.

You returned your attention to Azul, whose face was as red as a beet by now. His eyes never met yours. "Well, since you seem pretty fine..." you said between coughs, "I should return to my dorm."

"Thanks for checking up on me..." Azul muttered quietly. "It must have been a long way to the Octavinelle dorm."

Just as you were about to tell him how the twins had dragged you all the way to his room, you noticed their pressing glares. Your instincts told you that perhaps it was better to not tell him all the details. And you had to admit, the grateful smile on his lips somehow made your heart flutter.

"Yeah..." you said and rose to your feet. "No problem."

"Isn't Shrimpy the nicest?" Floyd asked and slung his arm around your shoulder. "Also, Azul! You got my taste buds all wrong. I'd prefer shrimp over octopus every day."

A shiver ran down your spine. "Stop it, before I get nightmares too..."

"You should lock your doors," Jade chirped. "His appetite can be insatiable at times."

You didn't think that Azul's cheeks could have turned even more red. But at this point, he was as red as Riddle's hair. And you swore he looked like he was about to explode. A long sigh escaped his lips, and he buried his face in his hands. The embarrassment he exuded was almost tangible.

"(Y/n), I must apologise for their bad humour and the inconvenience..."

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enhajakey02 · 10 months

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When you fall asleep on them

Heeseung

It was already late in the evening and you two were sitting on the sofa. You wanted attention but Heeseung was busy with his smartphone which got you pouting. "Hee baby can't you put that down for now?" you asked pointing at the device in his hands. He looked up at you and grinned, "Does someone want attention? " he asked you teasingly. You just nodded. He put his phone away and signalized you to lay your head on his lap, which you did immediately. He leaned down and gave you a kiss on the lips. "You are so beautiful baby" he said as he leaned back against the couch again. You couldn't help but grin and blush which made him laugh out loud. He started stroking your hair and telling you about his day. As time passed, you grew tired and your eyelids closed. The sight of you made his heart beat faster "What did I do to deserve you Y/n?" he whispered and leaned over to give you another kiss on the forehead.

Jay

After a long day at work you needed nothing more than to feel Jay's closeness. Jay was working on something on the sofa with his laptop on his lap as you entered your shared apartment completely exhausted. "Hey babe" he greeted you and briefly looked up from his laptop. You let yourself fall next to him on the sofa and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Aigo Y/n baby do you always have to work yourself to death?" he asked you with a concerned look when he saw the dark circles under your eyes. You just sighed, put your head on his shoulder and wrapped your arms around his arm. "I want to cuddle Jay" you whispered tiredly in his ear. Your action made a grin appear on his face. "I just need 10 more minutes, then I'm done and all yours" he replied. You just nodded in agreement but the sleep came over you very quickly. "Y/n I'm done" jay said a few minutes later and closed his laptop. "Y/n?" he asked after receiving no response from you. He turned his head to you and saw your closed eyes. He chuckled and admired your features. Then he gently took your head and put it on his lap, he grabbed the blanket that was next to him and covered you. " I love you Y/n" he leaned down and placed a kiss on you lips. After a few minutes he drifted into sleep aswell.

Jake

You had a very rough day just everything went wrong today. You just wanted to burry yourselve and cry. As Jake came back from work he found you sobbing and huddled on the floor in front of the sofa. He immediately rushed to you, "Y/N what happened?" he asked you in a concerned but comforting voice while rubbing your back up and down. "I-I..." you tried to get out through your tears. He cubbed your face with his hands which you were hiding from him and looked into your teary eyes " Shhh.... It's ok baby you can tell me once you feel better" he whispered while wiping your tears with his thumbs. Seeing you like this made his heart feel heavy. He would do everything to take all your worries away. He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead "Get up off the floor first" he said and helped you sit on the couch. He sat down next to you and once he was seated you climbed onto his lap and hugged him tightly burring your face into his neck. He held you close to him and gently drew circles on your back. After a few minutes your breathing calmed down and you fell asleep. When Jake noticed he carefully carried you and tugged you into bed. "You are far too valuable to suffer like this Y/n" he gave you a forehead kiss once again "sleep well Y/n".

Sunghoon

Since you finally had some time for each other you decided to watch a movie. "YAH Y/N COME ON OR I'LL WATCH THE MOVIE ALONE" Sunghoon shouted from the living room. " YAH!! YOU BETTER NOT" you yelled back as you entered the living room with a large bowl of caramel popcorn. You tried to sit down next to Sunghoon but his strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you between his legs. He leaned against the back of the sofa and gently pulled your head on his chest. You just had to grin at his action. " This feels much better" he whispered. During the film you were suddenly overcome by fatigue and you fell asleep peacefully within a few minutes. "Baby don't you want any more popcorn?" Sunghoon asked you but didn't get an answer. He moved his head only to find you soundly asleep on his upper body. "Aww cute" he said a bit to loud. As he realised he putted his hands infront of his mouth hopeing he didn't woke you up. "Sorry baby" he whispered and gave you a swift kiss on your nose " Sleep well my angle"

Sunoo

It was late in the afternoon and it was one of the rare days you both had off. After spending the morning outside you had no more energy to do anything active so you lay down in bed together. Sunoo laid on his belly and dozed while you had your head on his back and scrolled through your phone. At some point you got bored and since Sunoo was asleep you couldn't talk to him so you decided to close your eyes. After a few minutes you were already slumbering in dreamland. Sunoo woke up because he felt pain on the arm he had been sleeping on. "Y/n you are still lying on me ?" he asked. "Sweety, I don't mind but I can't lie like this anymore" but he didn't get any answer from you. "Yah, you didn't fall asleep did you?" He slowly tried to get rid of your head and then lay down next to you. "You are so sweet when you're asleep Y/n you know that" he whispered and gave you a kiss on your cheek. You grinned at his action in your sleep which made him laugh "Aigo my baby is so sweet" he snuggled closer to you.

Jungwon

You had a company dinner which is why you came home quite late today. You already expected Jungwon to be asleep because he also has a lot to prepare for the new comeback the next days. As expected he was already asleep in bed. You just had to smile at this sight - he is absolutely adorable when he sleeps. After you changed your clothes and freshened up you lay down next to him but somehow you couldn't fall asleep because your cushion felt not comfortable. So you turned and gently laid your head on his stomach so as not to wake Jungwon. His steady snorting made you fall asleep right away. In the middle of the night, Jungwon woke up because he was thirsty but as he tried to get up he saw your figure sleeping soundlessly on his stomach. The light of the street lamp that shone through the window allowed him to admire your features. "Y/n" he whispered "Have a good sleep baby...I hope your day was good" he placed a soft kiss on your cheek before going back to sleep totally forgotten about his thrist.

Ni-ki

Ni-ki was so engrossed in his video game that he didn't even notice when you entered the room. Only when you called him his gaze flashed to you and back to the screen. "You're already home Y/n?" you just hummed in response knowing that he wasn't concentrating on what you were saying anyway. You sit down next to him and watched him from the side. After a while you sighed and put your head on his shoulder Ni-ki didn't seem to notice which makes you roll your eyes and sigh. You tried to understand the game he was playing but after a short time sleep overcame you. "Y/n I finally won" he said excitedly and turned his head to you." Yah... Are you sleeping?" no answer. Seeing you like this makes him grin he considered playing another round but decided against it. You are more important for now. He leaned his head against yours " I'm sorry Y/n that I didn't pay attention to you please forgive me" he whispered and wrapped his arms around you. Soon he fell asleep too.

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Author’s note: Thank you so much for reading :) If you have any requests please let me know I’ll try my best. Also if you wanna read more Enhypen reactions you can take a look at my Instagram-Account: @enhajakey02

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booboodaddysblog · 1 month

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Disappointment

Part one

Warnings: kissing, teasing, disappointment

Words: 4020

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Marg woke up terrified. She was breathing heavily, her whole body was covered with droplets of cold sweat. She was alone again. She had a bad dream again. She looked at the other half of the bed. She had hoped to see Colin there, plunged into a sweet sleep, but he was not there. Again on the bedside table on his side she noticed a note. She didn't feel like reading it. She was afraid to get out of bed because it meant nausea, and she didn't want to suffer hug the toilet again. She closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep again. Sleep was not coming. She decided to move slowly toward Colin's bedside table. She reached for a piece of paper. He drew a heart for her and wrote a short letter inside.

"Dearest,

I have become accustomed to the sight of your beautiful face whenever I open my eyes. It brings a smile to my face. You have no idea what emptiness I feel when I have to get out of bed and go to work. I hope I didn't wake you up this morning. I dropped a glass on the kitchen floor. I hope you didn't hear that. Please be careful with the glass. I was cleaning, but I might have missed something. Be careful.

See you soon. I miss you,

- Colin”

- Oh, stupid hormones! - Marg broke into tears and hugged Colin's letter to herself.

She reached for her phone and began to write him a message. She didn't know how to start...

"Hey, I read your letter. You made me cry again. You are so sweet. Hormones make everything even worse. You have no idea how sad I am without you. I wish I could be close to you. I miss you..."

She pressed "send”

She noticed that Colin immediately read the message and began to write back.

"Hey, I'm sorry that I made you cry, but I hope they are just tears of happiness. Did you sleep well? My sleep was light, I could feel you moving in the night and saying something. Are you all right? How do you feel?"

"Honestly... I slept very badly. I've been plagued by sleep nightmares, this is supposedly normal in pregnancy. Currently I feel fine because I haven't gotten out of bed yet. I'm afraid to stand up because I know how it will end."

"Oh dear, I'm sorry. What did you dream about?”

"This is a dream I had not for the first time. I'm in the forest, alone, I can't find the exit and I'm panicking."

"Oh yeah, the one you always dream about when you were a kid... I'm sorry about you having nightmares again, my love, but I wish I was there to hug you and comfort you.”

“I know you’re at work now, sorry to interrupt you.”

"Hey, you don't have to apologize, I love talking to you and I really don't mind. If you need to talk, I'm here for you."

She smiled when she read the message. It made her heart warm.

“Yeah, I need you to be my comfort person, and you already are.”

"I am happy to be such a person for you. I will always be there for you, no matter how bad your day is, I will always listen and give you everything you need."

Again, she felt tears coming to her eyes.

“I need you now. I feel so alone in this big bed.”

The smile on his face disappeared after reading this message. He sighed sadly.

"I know, baby... I really wish I was there with you to at least give you a hug... You know I can't work remotely right now. But I will try to change it somehow.”

“Okay, let’s not talk about it. Do you have a lot of work today?”

He didn't write back for a while, so there was time to finally get up and hug the toilet. Today wasn't as bad as a few days earlier. It was as if she was starting to get used to it.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror, she looked tired, and after all, she had just gotten out of bed. She sighed and shook her head in displeasure. She washed her face with cool water and returned to her bedroom to change into comfortable clothes and check if Colin write her back.

“I'm actually pretty busy today, I need to go to a meeting and afterwards I have to check on some reports..."

“Mare is good for you today?”

“Haha, yeah, at least I don't have to go out on the field, so I'll be fine for the day.. and at least I'm done soon, I have the evening after work free. Can’t wait to see you.”

“Oh really? I’m happy you will rest. You deserve it. Okay, I won't bother you anymore. I'm going to go eat breakfast. See you soon.”

"Okay, see you soon.”

She read Colin's messages one more time and sighed. She went downstairs to the kitchen to eat breakfast.

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Colin spent almost the entire day at his desk organizing documentation, completing reports. He felt mentally and physically tired. Working in front of a computer, however, was not as fascinating to him as working in the field. Still, he was a little sorry that he had to stay at the police station. He covered his face with his hands and rubbed his eyes. He moved his chair away from the desk and stood up to stretch his legs. He walked around the office a few times. He looked out of the window, the weather had not changed since the morning. Rain, rain all the time. That's probably why he felt so bad. He was exhausted. He would have been happiest to go to bed as soon as he reached home.

He wondered what Marg was doing. He picked up his phone and looked at the screen. It was after 6 p.m. It was time to go home. He straightened up and stretched, heard his spine adjust.

- Yes, I definitely sat too long today - he summed up his physical state. He yawned and began to organize his desk.

When he parked in front of the house, he saw that the light was on in the living room. Marg was probably relaxing on the couch or watching something on TV. He got out of the car and walked into the house. He took off his coat and put his briefcase on the floor by the door. He walked into the living room to greet his beloved.

Marg was lying on the couch and reading a book. She didn't hear when he entered the house. He leaned over and looked over her shoulder, watching what she was reading.

- Good evening, Marg - he whispered in her ear.

- Oh God, Colin! - she sat up frightened and grabbed her heart - I didn't hear you come in. This book absorbed me so much.

- Nothing happened - he laughed - what is this book about?

- I was in the store and bought a book about pregnancy. How fascinating all this is. I've never been interested in it. When I finish, you can read it too.

- I'd love to - he smiled - it's been a long time since I read anything other than police files. And such reading is not very pleasant and interesting.

Marg stood up and hugged him tightly.

- I'm glad you're back. I don't like to be alone - she whispered into his neck.

- I missed you very much - he closed his eyes savoring this closeness.

- How was your day at work? How do you feel?

He kissed her forehead, sighed deeply and rested his forehead against hers.

- My day was fine, work was okay. And to be honest, I'm quite tired, but I'm glad I'm finally home with you.

She looked at his eyes.

- Oh you look tired, my baby.

- Yes, I really look tired, don't I? - he sighed.

- Yes, my love, your eyes look tired. Have you been sitting in front of the computer for too long? - she stroked his cheek.

He nodded when she stroked his cheek.

- That's exactly what I've been doing, and I don't think I have much energy left in me, anyway, although I'm trying my best to hide that fact, but yeah, I'm pretty damn tired...

- Oh, my baby - she hugged him again - maybe shower, together? Hmm?

- That’s good idea. But I'm hungry, why don't we eat something?

- What do you want for dinner? I’m thinking about ordering pizza or sushi. What do you think?

- Honestly, pizza sounds like a damn good idea right now - he smiled.

- Okay, let’s order pizza - she kissed him softly - but first shower - she smirked.

He raised an eyebrow as he smirked at her too.

- Are you saying this as my girlfriend, or as my future wife? - he smiled - you know, I wouldn't mind a quick shower together, sounds fun.

- Let’s say, future wife. But anyway I’m still your girlfriend. I want to take care of you, my teddy bear - she kissed him.

- In that case, I'm glad that my girlfriend still cares about her future husband and makes sure he's comfortable - he smiled and kissed her back- and who knows, maybe she's looking for happiness with her future husband during that shower?

- Hmm? Happiness? What’s on your mind? - she smirked.

- Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about, my future wife - he chuckled quietly and leaned in to kiss her again - you're trying to seduce me now, are you?

- Seduce? Always.

- Well, I can't say that you failed in your mission to seduce me.

- Oh, I feel that you’re so hungry - she moaned softly.

- Mmm, very much so…

- I thought you’re tired - she smirked and she put her hand on his stomach and began to move it lower and lower.

His breath hitched when she put her hand on his stomach and began moving it lower.

- I…It's true... I'm tired... v…very.... - closed his eyes.

- I can feel it - she licked her upper lip and looked at the place where her hand had stopped. She clenched it slightly - Something tells me that your pants have become tight.

- Yes… someone is very perceptive.... - took a deep breath - I’m starting to get slightly uncomfortable, if I'm honest....

- Yes, I can even feel it. He’s so big and hard - squeezed his clothed dick again, and she saw as he closed his eyes - do you remember… that I promised you to pleasure you? I’m so hungry right now, Colin… - she kissed him deeply and bit his lower lip lightly.

He started breathing hard as she squeezed his still clothed dick. The deep kiss made it hard for him to stay calm.

- U...uhmm... yes, I remember.... y...you promised... b...but... d...do you think we could wait a little while we finish eating? I...I’m really hungry…

She began to massage his bulge in his pants in circular motions. She felt him tremble with every touch of her hand. She felt Colin's breathing grow heavier, his breath hitched. She sighed in pleasure.

- In that case, what do you want to do first?

His breathing was heavy and intermittent as soon as she started massaging his bulge, and he could hardly form words when she touched him like that.

- I...don't know... - he trembled and grunted quietly, trying to remain calm - m…maybe we'll take a quick shower first, and then think about what to do next?

- Oh, but your bulge is so hard. Oh baby! What should we do with this? - she began kissing Colin's neck, and did not stop massaging his bulge in his pants.

He let out a loud moan as she kissed his neck and massaged his bulge.

- I…I'm sorry, I…I can't think...

His leg began to twitch involuntarily, and he began to breathe heavily as she did this to him.

- Please, stop... and let's just go take that shower.

- Ohh baby, you make me sad. Don't you want me? - she bit him lightly on the neck.

- I... of course I want you... it's just.... - he grunted and took a deep breath - why don't we take a good shower first, have dinner, and then talk about what we both want in the bedroom?

- Oh okay, let it be. Let’s take this shower. I promise to be a good girl, I won’t touch your dick during the shower - she kissed him lightly on the lips, smiled and grabbed his hand leading him away from the bathroom.

- Okay, just don't tease me and try to excite me... - he laughed nervously and followed her, because he knows how she can be when they are in the bathroom.

- Oh honey, I'll be good I promise.

- Okay, I'm holding you to your word, so don't try to play with me - he sighed - let's get this shower over with, shall we?

- Okay, my love. But I already feel that my panties are wet, I’m so wet Colin. I need you soon inside me. I can’t wait - she licked her lips and began undressing to enter the shower - don't look at me like that, get undressed and jump in the shower - she laughed.

- J...just stop talking about it.... you're making it worse... - he sighed and took off his clothes, then stepped into the shower and stood there, waiting for her to join him.

- Well I don't say anything anymore. I love you - she stepped into the shower.

- I love you too - he sighed - I know I'll feel better after this shower - he smiled at her - could you help me wash my back?

- Oh my sweet bear, of course I will help you. It's a pleasure for me. Turn around - she took the soap in her hand and smiled broadly at Colin - my thoughts are dirty, but I pretend they aren't there - she started laughing.

After he turned around and she began to soap him, he sighed quietly and then spoke up.

- Do you promise to be polite during the shower and not try to excite me again? I prefer to play in the bedroom.

- You are the one who keeps talking about it. I’m a pure angel right now. I hide my horns for later fun in bedroom. No worries, my love, I won’t do anything what can make you excited.

- I hope… - he sighed.

He felt her hand sliding over his back as she began soaping him, he let out a slight moan as she moved closer to his neck.

- I'm being polite, just washing your back. I'm not doing anything wrong, right? I promised to be good and I am.

- Something is going poorly with this promise... - he groaned quietly - you are too close to my neck... - he sighed and closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath in and then violently let the air out, he couldn't even believe he was moaning at this point, the only thing he was thinking about was what she might do next.

- So you don't want me to wash your neck? - she moved her hand to his shoulder blades and so began to wash him there.

His body began to tremble slightly as she approached his neck again, he began to breathe a little faster and let out a small moan.

- Hmmm... you're already making me feel like I should take more showers with you...

- We can do it every day... if you want - she kissed his back - relax, you're very tense. Inhale and exhale, Colin.

He sighed deeply and took a few moments to inhale and exhale as she instructed him.

- Okay, yes... I feel better now... It's just... it's been a long time since I showered with someone else. Or maybe I just forgot how wonderful it can be. And I definitely didn't expect you to make me feel that way.

- As you wished, I’m not doing anything wrong. I’m just washing your back. Relax, baby.

- Yeah... yeah, I know you're just washing my back. I just... - he sighed.

- Can I ask you a question? - she finished washing him and started soaping her body. She did it very slowly.

He turned to her and made big eyes and let out a small moan, she began to do exactly what he feared she would do in the shower.

- Yeah, sure, what is it?

- Why are you afraid to have sex in the shower? - she began washing her breasts and neck.

He was very tempted by what he saw. He had a desire to help her soap her body. But the way she did it only made him want to gloat at the sight.

- Honestly... It's because I wouldn't be able to last as long as I'd like... I just know it...

- It can be done quickly. Sex in the shower should be quick - she started washing her thighs.

His breath hitched when she started washing her thighs.

- Well... b…but... in this quick time I won't be able to give you as much pleasure as I would like.

- That's fine, I don't mind. In the bedroom we can play and savor each other's bodies longer - she put down the soap, picked up the showerhead and began to rinse the soap off her body. She closed her eyes.

His lips involuntarily parted, he moaned loudly.

- O…okay... I'll take your word for it... but please don't tease me again after the shower.... I can't stand it…

- Excuse me? You don't want to make love after dinner? - she opened her eyes and looked at him with big eyes. She began to rinse the soap off Colin's body.

- Not really... I guess it's just that I'm too tired and I doubt I'd be able to give you my full attention...

Colin's face turned red as she started to rinse the soap off his body now…

- O…okay... h…here, let me take over, o…okay? You've done enough...

- Oh sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I'll get dressed - she stepped out of the shower, leaving Colin alone. She took a towel and went to the bedroom.

He began to feel even worse, as he could practically feel her annoyance coming from another room, and the feeling that he had let her down again wasn't very good either.

- No, no… w…wait... I'm sorry, I… I didn't mean it that way...

He began to call out to her, his voice was shaky as he spoke, he knew he had to make sure it didn't sound like he was begging.

- It's okay, nothing happened. I understand that you are tired - she returned to the bathroom to hang up the towel - I'll go to the kitchen and order a pizza. Take your time. See you in the kitchen.

- Okay, you're sure about that... right?

- I’m sure, baby. We can have sex another day - she left the bathroom leaving him alone.

- Yeah…

He sighed quietly and took a deep breath, still feeling as if he had let her down and had to make it up to her somehow.

He sat on the floor in the shower, he just needed a short break to try to think about something else and relax, he didn't know why, but her actions really shook his self-esteem as well.

- Fuck…

He covered his face with his hands and cursed himself in his mind for his stupidity. Why had he done something so stupid? He screwed up…

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After 20 minutes Marg looked in the bathroom. She was concerned because Colin had not come to the kitchen for so long.

When she entered the bathroom she saw Colin standing in front of the mirror shaving his beard. He was still naked, with only a towel wrapped around his hips.

- Honey... are you okay? - she moved closer to him - I ordered a pizza and they should deliver it in 10 minutes.

It took him longer than usual to shave, and his breathing was much heavier. His hands trembled due to which he cut himself several times with the razor.

- Y…yes, I…I’m fine…

As soon as she approached him, he looked at her with a worried expression on his face. His heart and thoughts sped up. He was tense. The sudden change in his body language was like night and day compared to earlier in the shower, where he seemed more relaxed.

She looked at his sad face. It made her sad, too.

- I would like to apologize to you for my behavior. I think it's my hormones going crazy. Since I'm pregnant, I feel excited almost all the time... - she sighed - I shouldn’t have acted like that. Now I feel stupid. I know you're very tired. I'm sorry, Colin.

When he heard her apology, he felt stupid, he felt really bad. He felt remorseful that today he didn't have as much energy as she did. And he wasn't more open when she tried her best to make him feel good in the way she thought he wanted to feel.

- It’s okay… I should have been more flexible... And I shouldn't have just said all those stupid things. Tiredness makes me stop thinking... I should be... - he sighed, fell silent and returned to shaving.

- I understand everything. We have time for everything - she walked closer to him and hugged his back - I love you - she whispered.

- I…

He paused shaving for a moment and sighed quietly as her hands touched his back and he heard her whisper. He felt the warmth of her closeness, his breathing became heavier again.

- I love you too... I'm sorry for...

He fell silent and sighed deeply, trying to maintain control and not do anything he might regret later.

She wrapped her hands around his stomach. She continued to snuggle into his back. She sighed.

- Okay, I won't bother you. I'll go downstairs and wait for the pizza delivery guy. Come in a minute, okay? - she left the bathroom.

- Okay, I'll... I'll come down soon…

He sighed once again. The way he felt her touch on his stomach... it was too much for him. He knew that one look from her would push him over the edge, and he didn't know if he would be able to shake it off at this point.... He was afraid to look her in the eye after he pushed her away. Overthinking took control of him again. It was nothing positive.

The time when he was single made him weaned from having someone next to him, close to him. That he has sex at his fingertips. Before that, he had to try harder to have some pleasure. Now he has it all in one place and with one woman. Which is completely enough for him.

Slowly he began to have doubts. He was making Marg uncomfortable. She was sad, because of him. He didn't know how he should fix it. He knew that stress during pregnancy wasn’t good. He needs to get over it and start thinking again, tomorrow. It made absolutely no sense now.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror and shook his head in displeasure. He turned on the water and washed his face. He got dressed and went downstairs.

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Part two

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snobbybastard · 1 year

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GHOST X READER FLUFF&ANGST

summary; ghost gets lost in his thoughts and realises how much he needs you

warnings; angst, suggested fwb situation, mentions of violence, hints of death at the end, that's it i think?

wordcount;2443

gender neutral reader!

No matter how much Ghost shifts and lugs around in his delightfully mosquito-free bed, he can't grasp that thread of exhaustion dancing around his head, tormenting him endlessly and settling under his sunken eyes.

It's nothing new, he always had trouble falling asleep since he first enrolled in the military— haunted by visions he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy; actually maybe he would, but that's beside the point. He might have even had trouble sleeping for a bit before that.

He had nightmares even without having to sleep.. They proved to be some of the worst ones.

Some went as far back as his very first mission, when he was young and brash and eager to prove his strength— in other words, reckless... before he got put in his place by being shoved headfirst into horrible experiences.

But what is new—, is his mind is running in complete turmoil even in his drained nature.

Not with the usual things he would fill his head with to keep himself from soul-shattering impatience, but with thoughts of you.

Like when he had found you a few months back, you had simply collapsed with your head hung low. Hands firmly pressed to your side while painful whines left your lips. He watched as you reluctantly drew your hand away, quickly replaced with his rough ones. Your palms dripping red. How your gear was stained dark crimson while you whimpered under him— who was holding you flush against his chest in an iron grip, frantically calling for evac.

Your usual confidence lingering in your eyes lost the usual spark they had, looking up at him hopelessly when he tried to stop the rapid bleeding himself.

And when you stopped grimacing in pain and your lashes had fluttered to a close, something carved a hole in his chest that day— it cut agonizingly deeper and more precise than any one of his edged blades.

He thought he had lost you.

He could have practically felt his heart come up his throat when they had to tear you away from his arms to get you medical attention.

And in the first few days when you were recovering, damn near unresponsive — he had refused to talk with anyone. Like a cat had got his tongue.

He didn't want to. But he'd always find himself visiting you in the dead of night, when everyone else was fast asleep. He needed the closure that you were still breathing, no matter how weak said breaths were.

He would stay there, stroking his thumb over your limp knuckles until the pale threads of morning slipping between the lousy curtains casted a warm hue over your feeble appearance.

Even if he cursed himself internally, he would get up and leave you before any nurses or soldiers decided to check in on your condition.

He didn't want anyone seeing him looking at you with such vunerable eyes. He thought it might have been weak, that you'd turn into another target to his enemies. The last thing he wanted is to be the cause of you being ripped from the earth.

So he ran.

No matter how many times you crossed his mind.

How many times he saw your face leaned up against his, tentative eyes looking into his sad ones, being sure to make his chest constrict in on itself.

Or how many times he remembered your feather-light touch tracing over the scars he had collected from the job. How your lips felt delicately kissing each and every one.

He felt loved in those moments.

But he kept running.

He denied your attention because he didn't even know it himself, but he cared about you.

Too much for his own liking.

But here he is, imagining sick scenarios that are keeping him wide awake, of the dangers you were, and could be put in because of him.

Inside, deep down in his gut, he has this feeling that something is wrong. That you're in danger.

And that thought alone is enough to make sure he isn't getting any shut eye.

He feels the sudden urge- need to go to your room and make sure your heart is still beating.

'Don't Do It.' His inner voice warns him, his conscience. You know, the thing that tells you what is right and wrong. Your rational thought.

'Don't Do It.' Conscience, it's your moral compass.

'Don't. Do . It.' The more he tells himself not to, the more his mind makes up pictures of your helpless eyes staring up at him, the more the worry grows.

'Do. Not. Fucking. Do. It.' It's not because he doesn't want to, god no, if it was up to him, he'd spend every waking moment at your side without any judgement, but it's not up to him, and it's because if it does end up with him showing up at your door.. if he visits you, he won't be able to stop vying for your attention and that'll be his downfall.

Probably yours too.

Then what will he do if he knows full on that the feelings mutual? What will he do when he visibly sees the disappointment on your face when he breaks the news to you, when he lets you down time and time again.

And what will he do if hes slaughtered out in the heat of battle? When he sees your sobbing figure begging him to come back, to not leave you alone in this sick world, when you cry out his name as tears stream out of your eyes. Well, in all honesty, he'll smile, not in a sadistic way, not because of the sight of seeing you grieving and mourning over the cold, lifeless corpse of his body, no, never. But he would smile because you had done something he always wanted, you done something his family couldn't do. You outlived him, you still have a full life ahead of you, to go, leave this life, find someone better (Not that you would need someone.) —and live out your days with someone who can fulfill your needs and support your desires.

Because for some reason, those opposing the great, 'immortal' , mysterious Ghost felt that slaughtering his loved ones would get to him, to bring him down. It did. Only on the inside, though. Locked away so nobody could see him spiral, to see his weaknesses. And so if he were gone first, it would remove you from enduring any excess danger you signed yourself up for.

Maybe you should just rid his infectious presence from your life.

Or worse yet, what will he do if you are the one who is struck down? What will he do when his body tenses and his face flushes at the sight of the blood pooling around your drunk with fatigue figure, your gear painted red. He really lost you this time. What will he do when he silently begs you to come back to him, holding your body close to him? Shielding your corpse from anymore potential injuries your body can obtain while he wishes it was his life draining from his body instead of yours. He would've taken that bullet for you.

Hell, he would've fought any army to protect you. Just was a bit late this time.

So how will he continue his life when the one thing he had found in his hellhole life, the one thing giving him the energy he so desperately needed from those sleepless nights, the one person who had cracked the shell of the behemoth of the monster 'Ghost', broken down the walls of a heartless killer? You had seen into his more docile, kinder emotions, you didn't see him as the feared Ghost, you saw Simon Riley. For once in all his years of unfortunately living, someone saw him as an actual person. As the little boy who would play happily without a care in the world, in the kitchen with his beloved Mother, laughing and giggling until the dreaded moment when his Father would come home and he'd retreat upstairs and lock himself in his room. He always was a Momma's boy. You saw the son of a woman who would praise him for being the most understanding boy in the world. You saw into his golden memories and embraced them. You ignored the talk and gossip of the emotionless Lietenaunts’ reputation. You made him do something he hadn't done in years, laugh. And dare he say it, it was nice.

He couldn't lose you.

The feeling of appreciation radiating off you whenever you shared glances during training or feeling your hands find eachother when you'd visit his room at night, desperate to be close with eachother and help with the night terrors. What were you appreciating? He doesn't know. For him just being there? It was a piss poor reason, but he couldn't find himself to question you about it, finding a small hint of colour settling on his face whenever you would accept whatever he had to say when he would sometimes open up to you, on his own terms of course. Or on the rare occasion, when you don't show up to his room, (like tonight) Simon worries. He'd take it to his grave before he admits it, but he worries for you, I mean, you do take up the majority of his headspace, so how could he not?

You're both the unlikely duo, having so little in common you would have to look for similarities with magnifying glass; you're everything he's not.

Well, you'd beg to differ. Sure, it might seem that way, but that's because not many people know the true personality of your cherished Simon Riley.

And so after he so selfishly tries to fight away the idea of you being put in harms way during the night, he gives up and slips out of bed, tugging his worn balaclava over his face, not because he doesn't want you to see, you've seen his face too many times to count, and you have complimented it many, many times— but he doesn't want to risk a run in with certain soldiers seeing his face he so desperately tries to hide.

He twists the cold doorknob, leaving the empty excuse of a room.

He couldn’t believe he was walking down to your room now, in the middle of the night with everyone else in their own rooms right down the hall. But he had to see you, wanting to spend more time with you before it turns into another one of his regrets. Irrational thoughts infected him now, too, thanks to his gut feeling that he was positive was wrong. What if something was wrong with you? What if you were hurt? What if something happened? Forget the fact that you were on a secure base or that he had seen you this evening, he wasn't convinced unless he had you wrapped in his bear arms, wrapping you tightly to his chest.

If anyone caught him - Your Lietenaunt - slipping into your room in the middle of the night, there would surely be hell to pay. Yet, he couldn’t stop himself. He wants to feel your heartbeat so vibrant and alive, he wants to see your steady breathing against him. He needs to know you're safe.

-But what will he do when he shuts you off? When he can see the appearant hurt on your face, over what he had caused you, he doesn't want to harm you anymore, so when he becomes a useless husk of the man he used to be, it's to protect not only him, but you.

He is dragged away from his plagued mind when his knuckles, subconsciously, colliding with the grain of your wooden door. His knock is quiet; low and firm. Trying his best to keep it down.

He doesn't hear movement or noises on your side of the door.

Maybe you're asleep.

While he's waiting for any sign of life inside, he now starts to feel guilty for waking you up with the unpleasant suprise of being at your door.

When he's turning to go with a bashful expression, feeling a bit stupid now, there's a quick shuffling of feet and the noise of an unlatching of a lock breaks through the deafening silence.

There you are.

Standing in the doorway, a tired but welcoming smile on your face; doting eyes casted his way making him suddenly feel small, comforted.

Just like clockwork, all the paranoia, the infested ideas in his mind, the doubt; it's gone, every bit of it, drained from his body just from the warmth of your presence inviting him in.

When you take his hand in yours and lead him in, theres a flutter in his chest; a spark of hope.

He doesnt say it, but he knows — you know that his actions always speak louder than words.

So when he suddenly stops and his arms snake around your figure pulling you closer to him and he presses the fabric around his mouth to your forehead.

You know he loves you.

He realises it too.

He had realised when he first laid eyes on you.

He just kept pushing the feelings down, trying to ignore them. But he couldn't stop them. It was inevitable.

He just delayed them.

Now he knows how much he needs you, how much you mean to him.

And how much time he wasted denying it.

You reach up to the end of the balaclava, looking in Ghosts Simons eyes for consent and when he lightly nods, you toss the mask that hides the face you absolutely adore and throw it over his head and finally do what the two of you have been waiting for.

You kissed him.

A real kiss.

Not seperated by some thin fabric, actual skin to skin contact.

Your lips are a handcrafted balm to Simons irritated and bruised flesh, it's sweet. He chases your tender touch— your lips. To his suprise, there was an odd feeling in his stomach, butterflies. Relentlessly tossing around, making his breath hitch and the same colour that you had somehow managed to dig your claws into making him feel everytime you dared look at him had returned, plastering a pretty pink on his cheeks and tips of his ears.

Though it was slightly embarrassing, he wouldn't trade this for the world. You'd have to pry it from his dead body.

Simon Riley had felt something he didn't feel since he was that little boy playing in that kitchen with his mother.

—Something he had sworn off years ago. Until he met you.

Love.

——

He can worry about everything else later.

For now, though, he's savouring the way your bodies fit perfectly together in the much too small mattress that is meant for one person— like you were made for one another.

How you nuzzle your head closer into his chest and the soft snores leaving your slightly ajar lips, sounding out noises that he can relish in, if he stays like this forever, he can die happy. A part of him wishes he could leave this god forsaken earth with you cuddling up to him.

Something he didn't know he'd be able to get. A peaceful death.

So he'll enjoy this.

For now at least.

Even with all the shit he's seen— what he's been through. He hardly deserves someone like you, somone who is able to take away the pain he's felt and bottled up over the years.

You know what he's done, what he can do. And yet, you're not repulsed, like any normal person would be, you dont fear him, you stand your ground- always.

He likes it.

Some selfish part of him wants to leave this hell of a life that he is bound to, to run away, with you. You'll be able to make him forget his past, to work on the future.

To be able to grow old with you by his side, away from the horrors, taking his last breath on some cliché wooden porch swing next to you watching the sun setting, withdrawing the beams of light it had once gifted.

What a sick fantasy.

There isn't anything that can pry the chains loose from his red raw wrists— keeping him from his desired resignation.

But he'll take what he can get.

So whenever the sun decides to come over the horizon on the promised date of tomorrow, and it hurts to breathe— Simon knows you'll be waiting for him with open arms; welcoming him home, time and time again.

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Sun did not like you. You were an insult to his very being. You were clumsy and annoyingly happy all the time and stupidly oblivious to him wanting you out of his daycare. He did not like the way you seemed endlessly eager to please, or the stupid little smile you got when you did something right, or the way you seamlessly interacted with the children.

He did NOT like you. To say otherwise would most definitely be a lie.

He did not like you. But he wasn't heartless. So when you started showing up with progressively darker bags under your eyes after staying late so many shifts, he decided that night he'd talk to Moon about helping with cleaning up the daycare so you could get more sleep.

He did not like you. He just couldn't have his assistant falling asleep on the job. Obviously.

He also saw how exhausted you seemed when you thought nobody was looking, leaning against your mop with a miserable expression. Not just from the lack of sleep, and he refused to acknowledge that he knew perfectly well why that was. He intended to ask you if you were okay, he really did. But there was always something or other that called for his attention.

It was getting to the point where Sun wondered if the world just didn't want him to talk to you that day. Maybe because it knew how stretched thin and close to breaking you were.

As the last child was dropped off, he finally had the time to talk to you. He approached you, watching you struggle to carry a few boxes filled with art supplies from the supply closet. The words to ask if you needed help were on the tip of his metaphorical tongue when your fingers slipped, and the boxes tumbled out of your arms and crashed to the ground, scattering markers and crayons and various other things across the floor.

He didn't think, and before he could swallow them back, the words tumbled out. "Goodness, Sunshine, you really can't seem to do anything right, can you?"

He saw the way your face crumpled in shame, tears flooding your eyes. Guilt flooded him, and before be could apologize, you fled out the Daycare gate, rushing up the stairs and out of the Daycare. Sun wanted to slap himself. He'd made you cry. He kept telling himself he didn't like you, so why did he feel so GUILTY?

He hated the feeling. It squirmed uncomfortably in his chest. He rubbed his faceplate, having a sigh as he stared down at the scattered things. You would come back eventually. You had to. He had to apologize.

You would be back.

In the meantime, it wouldn't hurt to tidy up the place a bit for you... It was the least he could do.

He waited for you to come back, but you didn't. The final hour of your shift came and went, and by that point he'd done everything on your nightly chore list out of guilt stress kindness. You'd be back tomorrow, and then he would apologize.

When the lights turned off and Moon awoke, he was surprised to find the daycare oddly quiet. You were usually stumbling around doing your chores when he woke up. Sun... Where's the assistant?

Sun really didn't want to explain what had happened, but when Moon pushed again, he relented. I... may have said something very insensitive today.

When do you not?

I made them cry. They left and didn't come back for the rest of their shift.

Moon was silent, his own worry starting to seep into his joints. You had been looking rather tired recently, despite his insistence that you sleep and your assurances that you would when you got home. But they could still fix this. When you came back tomorrow, they'd both apologize.

They should make you something. Something nice and genuine. Something appreciative. Moon pulled out a piece of thick, pink-colored paper and carefully selected a crayon from the box on one of the little tables. You would be back tomorrow, Moon told himself as he drew you and him on the card, writing 'I'm sorry' at the top.

Draw me too.

Why should I?

Because they're my assistant! And I want to apologize too.

Make your own card then.

Sun silently fumed. Moon added some glitter glue and gold star stickers, finally seeming satisfied with it after he'd added almost every craft item they had in stock to the thing.

It was messy, but it clearly had a lot of effort put into it, not like Sun would let him know that.

Fine, two could play at that game. He could make a way better card for you than Moon.

When the lights in the Daycare turned on an hour before your shift, Sun wasted no time rushing back to the arts and crafts area to make a card of his own. He also picked the pink construction paper, drawing himself and you smiling side by side. He doodled little flowers in the corners, quietly fretting over his creation as he oh so carefully added glitter glue to it. It still felt too bare, so he added a fake feather, a gold star that he put on drawing-you's chest, and a few mini pom poms. Perfect.

Right on cue, he heard the telltale sounds of the daycare shutter squeaking open fifteen minutes before the start of your shift. He nearly jumped for joy, bounding over to the ball pit and waiting for you to come down. Instead of you sliding down the slide, though, he saw someone else open the gate and go down the stairs.

He resisted the urge to frown at the other staff member as they opened the gates to the daycare, and they did not look thrilled to be here. They were holding a clipboard for some reason, and Sun reluctantly walked over to them. He forced a cheery smile onto his face. "Well heee-llo! My friend, would you happen to know when my dear assistant is coming back?"

They raised a brow, but then shrugged and glanced down at their paper. "That's actually why I'm here. Do you know why they left only partway through their shift?"

"W-well, they, er.... weren't feeling well! So I sent them home early!"

"You don't have authorization to do that."

If he could, his eye would be twitching right now. "Are you saying I should have made them stay here despite them being physically ill?"

"This is their job. They can't just run out when they get a stomach ache."

Irritation flared through Sun. Even though you hadn't been sick, he was appalled Management would make you stay if you were ill. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep his tone light. "Oh, well, I just wanted to make sure Fazbear Co didn't get a lawsuit handed to them for neglecting their workers!"

They frowned a little, but didn't say anything to that. "Well, Management sent me to inform you that you no longer need an assistant and you'll go back to your solo act."

Sun didn't have a heart, but he swore something short circuited for a moment. "What??"

"Yeah, apparently Management got a call yesterday from the assistant that said they'd fallen ill from stress and exhaustion, so they reconsidered making you have an assistant and decided you no longer need one, and they've been let go. That's pretty much all they wanted me to say."

They turned and left out the daycare gate again, muttering about how they weren't paid enough to run errands for Management.

Sun sat down heavily on the floor, an overwhelming wave of guilt washing over him as their words echoed in his mind. You wouldn't be coming back. You didn't even still have a job at the Pizzaplex anymore, they'd fired you. He was never going to see you again. He'd never get the chance to properly apologize and make it up to you. Neither of them would.

As the children started coming in, Sun was grateful for the distraction. Through the whole day, he missed the pleasant buzz of your chatter and seeing your smile when you interacted with the children. The day dragged on for what felt like an impossibly long time, and Sun sat on one of the play structures after they'd all left. He couldn't bring himself to clean up. He wallowed in misery until the lights went off, and Moon came out.

He was silent. He'd watched what had happened, heard everything. His chest felt much tighter than normal. Sun.... They have to come back. They have to.

I don't think they will. Not on their own.

If they won't come back on their own, maybe Management will.

Why would Management bring them back?

Because we are going to pester them until they do. If we have to throw the world's angriest animatronic tantrum to see them again, we'll do it.

... Okay.

They'd get you back. They had to. They had to apologize, to fix what they'd done.

No matter the cost.

Oh my god this is so extremely well written @sycopomp look at thisss

#hi i literally JUST woke up #this is such a nice thing to see first thing in the morning #anon i LOVE this #youre super talented #our orbit is elliptical #ooie #monnie answers

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tetsuromybeloved · 2 years

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Morning

♡ Ran Haitani x gn!reader

♡ fluff

♡ today i was feeling a little off so i wrote this. I’m taking advantage of summer break to obsess over Ran, hope you enjoy 🫶🏻

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Ran woke up feeling disoriented; he opened his eyes trying to adjust the sight to the light that was coming through the window. He looked at his left and saw you, at the border of the bed, with your back towards him. He pulled you closer to him, spooning you. He kissed your head, moving some strands of hair from your face, “baby” he called you.

You remained unbothered, sleeping between his arms. He continued to kiss your head, before deciding to turn you around to lay on your back and straddle your lap. You sighed, feeling him above you, and covered your face because of the light. He smirked and grabbed your hands to examine your face. Seeing you in his bed, with a pout on your face because of him, red lips, and hair all over his pillow, made him happy all over.

“c’mon baby wake up” he continued, while you shook your hands to free yourself from his grip, failing miserably. You pouted, groaning again, “let me sleep or I’m going to kick your ass Ran” you answered with a raspy voice. He laughed and leaned over you, leaving a kiss on your lips.

He should have expected your slap knowing how you didn’t like to be waken up, but it was morning, and he was still half asleep. You freed your hand and gently smacked him right on his left cheek. He put a hand over it and gasped, eyes widened looking at you “y/n!” he said surprised. You smiled and opened an eye, “sorry did i hurt you?”.

He glared at you and scoffed “as if you could hurt the Ran Haitani” you laughed rolling your eyes, “then can I do it again?” you said. He pinned your hands over your head, and leaned over you smiling; you were laughing shaking your head, trying to prevent him from kissing you.

“baby stop” he said desperate, but you continued and said “no, because you’re going to kiss me and we have morning breath”. He rolled his eyes and whispered, "let me kiss you just once", but you tilted your head to the right, avoiding him. He sighed at your smirk and squished your cheeks with one hand.

He grinned at your face and kissed your lips. “See? It wasn’t that bad” you rolled your eyes at his words, “now give me another one” he continued before attacking your lips. You started to laugh and tried to remove him with your free hand, but he didn’t stop until he was satisfied. He laughed as he drew away, seeing your flushed face, "you're lovely baby”, he murmured in awe, and you looked to the side, flustered by his gaze.

He got off of you and laid down on the bed, his head resting on his palm, facing you. He drew you closer to him and kissed your head. You hid your face in his chest and hugged him, putting an arm around his waist. When he began to stroke your back, you hummed happily. He asked, "you like it?", grinning as he looked down at you, and you nodded.

You remained in that position for a bit, but he suddenly stopped when he saw that you were dozing off once more. "Are you falling asleep, baby?" he said, and you hummed. He drew back a little to examine your face and added, "well, you can't," to which you shook your head and drew him closer to you.

After a few minutes, he realised that you weren't even considering getting out of bed, so he began to stretch free of your hold. You opened your eyes and pouted as he sat at the edge of the bed and looked at you. You tried to get closer to him, but he got up and chuckled as he watched you roll your eyes. You raised your head to look at him and whispered “c’me here”; it almost convinced him to stay with you when he saw how needy you were, but it was late and he was craving the cake he had in the fridge.

Ran shook his head and took your hand in his, dragging you out of bed. "Let's go, y/n" he muttered, and you groaned as you tried to pull your hand free from his grasp; however, he was able to make you fall off the bed.

“Oh fuck sorry” he said the moment you touched the ground, kneeling down in front of you. You glared at him “you made me fall” you said, “well you didn’t want to get up” he answered. You hit him on his arm and stood up still glaring at him. "I'm sorry baby, did I hurt you?" he said, following you out of the room. You remained silent and made your way to the kitchen to start making coffee.

Ran hugged you from behind and tucked his face in the crook of your neck, where he placed small kisses. You tried to remain calm, ignoring him. "Baby, don't ignore me please," he begged, breathing on your neck. He glanced at you, lifting his head a little to look at you as you slightly angled your head. “Am I tickling you?” he carefully said, observing your response, but you continued to ignore him.

You added milk to your coffee then turned around to sit at the table. Ran followed you keeping his hands on your waist, removing them the moment you sat down. "Baby” he began, getting in close to you. "I'm sorry" he added, before planting a kiss on your cheek and remaining there while grazing your skin. “if I give you my cake will you forgive me?” he asked looking at you.

Ran always gave you attention, but in this instance, you took advantage of your position. You took a sip of your coffee then made a tiny turn to face him, brushing your lips against his, and firmly replied, “no". He rolled his eyes and grabbed you by the waist before asking, "why not?". You bit your lip and tried not to smile when you saw his face; cute, you thought.

"See?! You're smiling" he continued, and you shook your head, "it's not every day that you want to offer me your special cake" you smirked. He smiled and kissed you, then stayed there with his eyes closed, caressing your lips, saying, "baby, I would give you anything in this world if it meant you would stay with me forever".

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mimisempai · 1 year

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Even angels have to let go sometimes.

Summary

With Aziraphale not taking care of himself, Crowley decides to take matters into his own hands.

Notes

Absolutely no idea if our ineffable husbands can be exhausted, but since they live like humans, I decided they could. Just because the idea of Crowley acting like a mother hen is irresistible.

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Rating G - 839 words

Awakened by the sound of rain falling against the window, Crowley opened his eyes. The temperature in the room was pleasant, but the sight of the storm outside almost made him shiver. By instinct, his arm wrapped around Aziraphale's waist, pulled him closer and he drew the comforter up under their chins. Crowley sighed with contentment as he felt the warmth of Aziraphale's body against his own.

He looked down at the face of his angel who continued to sleep peacefully against him, oblivious to the storm outside, which spoke volumes about his state of exhaustion.

The angel had received a delivery of rare books in the afternoon and had only stopped working once each book had been meticulously checked, labeled and found its place in Aziraphale's bookstore. Knowing that his angel was even more meticulous than the most meticulous of humans, this meant that Crowley had been asleep for a long time when his angel joined him.

He noticed Aziraphale's drawn features with concern, although he knew he wouldn't change him for anything in the world. But at least he was there to take care of him.

Crowley could not help but gently run his fingers through the white curls messed up by sleep before leaning over and pressing a soft kiss against the forehead of his beloved.

He breathed with delight the fragrance of tea, old book and incense, so characteristic of the angel.

Aziraphale let out a sigh of contentment in turn while his eyes flickered softly, as if he was struggling to open them.

"Hey, my sleeping angel," Crowley whispered against Aziraphale's forehead before kissing him again.

He felt Aziraphale stretch before raising his sleep-fogged eyes on him. He was about to lean over and kiss him when Aziraphale couldn't hold back a huge yawn.

Crowley chuckled and Aziraphale muttered, "Sorry."

The demon shook his head and scolded gently, "That's what it's like when you work too hard. You're overdoing it Aziraphale. You went to bed very late again and didn't even have dinner."

Aziraphale replied sheepishly, "I'm sorry I kept you waiting."

"You idiot!" exclaimed Crowley with exasperation. He grabbed the angel's chin and continued, "This isn't about me. We have eternity, I don't mind waiting for you. But just because we have eternity doesn't mean you have to spend it wearing yourself out."

Aziraphale protested, "You know how I am. I can't resist a new book."

Crowley rolled his eyes, "You can't really call it new considering how old these books are. And it's not against your passion that I protest, but against the fact that you don't take care of yourself and-"

Crowley paused as he saw Aziraphale stifle another yawn.

He pulled the angel against him again and continued, "Anyway, it doesn't matter. Well, it does. But we'll talk about it later."

"It's pretty cozy here," Aziraphale said as he pressed himself against Crowley.

Crowley muttered against his hair, "Don't think you're out of the woods. I plan on getting this into your little angel head. Even if I have to lure you with food."

He began to play with Aziraphale's curls, feeling the soft strands slide through his fingers and smiled as he heard the angel's hum of contentment.

Aziraphale, his voice muffled by Crowley's chest, asked, "What time is it?"

"A little before seven," Crowley replied. He could sense that Aziraphale was about to doze off again.

"I'll have to get up soon to open the store."

Crowley tightened his arms around Aziraphale and said gently but firmly against the angel's hair, "No, you won't have to get up, the store is closed for inventory today."

He felt Aziraphale struggle against him as the angel protested, "But... but there is no inventory scheduled today!"

Crowley, still holding the angel tightly in his arms replied, "At least that's what it says on the sign hanging on the door."

Aziraphale protested, "The sign? What s- Crowley! You... you did that? But why?"

Crowley sensed that the angel was far less vehement in his protest and replied softly, "Because even angels need rest."

"I..." began Aziraphale before letting out a sigh of surrender and finishing by saying, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." grumbled Crowley, "Someone has to take care of you since you don't."

Aziraphale snuggled a little more against Crowley and said softly, "Then I feel like doing something crazy."

Crowley, wondering what was now going through his angel's mind, replied, "I'm listening."

"I want to have a lie-in."

The demon chuckled and mockingly remarked, "What a crazy idea, indeed." Then gently running his hand down the angel's back he said encouragingly, "You can do it."

The angel muttered against Crowley's chest, "But only if it's with you..."

Crowley pressed a kiss to the light curls and replied with a tender tone, "I can do it. Then sleep now, my angel."

Only an incomprehensible murmur answered him and soon he felt Aziraphale's head grow heavy on his arm. Then, lulled by the rhythm of the angel's breathing, Crowley too drifted into sleep.

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Chapter XXXVII

Beginning: Chapter I Previous: Chapter XXXVI

Aether awoke with a smirk on his lips. His eyes opened to find his angel still asleep in his arms. His angel. Undeniably his angel. Even though he couldn't see the symbol that now adorned her tan skin, he knew it was there underneath her shirt. The very thought of it only made his grin wider. Aether wished he could see it again. He gazed at her adoringly, remaining still so as not to wake her or Papa. They had a show that evening, so they wouldn't be able to lounge about all morning like they'd done the previous day, but he was still determined to enjoy the comfortable silence while he could.

Papa was the second to awaken. It took him a moment to get his bearings and remember why Ardis and Aether were in his bed. He and the ghoul shared a little smile. Ardis looked so peaceful when she slept, all of her worries temporarily far away. Without her halos and wings, she looked just like any other human woman. His poor little angel. Papa pressed a gentle kiss to the back of her neck to stir her from her slumber.

Ardis let out a little murmur as her eyes fluttered open. Aether grinned down at her, enjoying the sight. As soon as her gaze met his, she shied a bit. He chuckled, his voice still thick with sleep. "Hey," he said softly.

"H-Hi," she mumbled, her face feeling warm. She felt Papa give her a little squeeze around her waist to reassure her of his presence.

"Did you sleep alright, principessa?" Aether cooed. He lifted his hand to caress her cheek. She was so cute like this – suddenly so shy and demure again. It reminded him of her first few weeks in his bed.

"Fine, thank you," she responded timidly.

Papa gave her another squeeze. “Do you mind if I check on the mark, dolcezza?”

Nodding, she leaned into Aether so that Papa could lift up the back of her shirt. Aether envied him silently. He wished he could see the mark with his own eyes again. Perhaps he’d request to see it the next time he got her alone. She’d protest, of course, but he was certain he could sway her. Perhaps he could make it seem like the desire came from a sense of concern rather than pride.

Papa’s thumb grazed the symbol gingerly. “No changes since yesterday,” he murmured. It was still that same shade of brown, indistinguishable to the touch from the rest of her back. “I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about, cara.” He pulled her shirt back down and drew her into his arms once again.

"I'm just a little embarrassed about it all," she mumbled, not meeting Aether's gaze.

Aether let out an amused little sigh. "If it's any consolation, I love it."

Shockingly, that didn't seem to make her feel any better. Both men held her a little tighter. "It's okay, principessa," Papa cooed as she whined with embarrassment. He kissed the back of her head. "Go on, get yourself ready for the day. We'll know what it is soon enough." She nodded obediently as the men released her, then she climbed out of bed and disappeared into the ensuite bathroom.

Aether and Papa sat up in bed, grunting slightly as their bodies protested. “Don’t tease her about it,” Papa warned Aether quietly as he rolled the stiffness out of his shoulders.

Aether quirked an eyebrow, looking at him incredulously. “You can't seriously expect me not to.”

Papa tried to remain stern, but a chuckle escaped. “Okay, okay. Just don't overdo it. You know how sensitive she is.”

Aether grinned. “Believe me. I know.”

“I’ve never seen you so prideful!” Papa laughed. His smile softened. “It suits you. It’s hard to believe that all it took was one little angel falling head-over-heels for you!”

“Look, not all of us have a stadium full of people begging us to fu–” The bathroom door opened, and Aether decided it was best to let that thought remain unfinished. Ardis emerged from the bathroom, her face turning red as soon as she locked eyes with Aether. He smiled even more. How could anyone expect him to behave, knowing what he knew? No, he deserved this – at least for a day or two.

During sound check that afternoon, Ardis was unusually quiet. She kept her distance from Aether but stole frequent shy glances at him. He chuckled whenever he caught her in the act, sending her salacious grins from across the stage. She would quickly avert her gaze and return her focus to whatever she was working on at the time.

These interactions didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the ghouls. "Is Ardis alright?" Swiss asked Aether quietly when they'd finished tuning their guitars. "She's seemed a little timid since the gig last night."

"Well, I probably shouldn't say," Aether murmured, although a grin was tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"What did you do?" Swiss chuckled, egging him on. He could tell Aether was dying to share – his tail was flicking back and forth excitedly.

Aether smiled even wider. "I didn't do anything."

“Come on, Aether, what’s going on?”

He lowered his voice more. "Yesterday, when Papa and I got called into the girls' dressing room," Aether started.

"Yes, I remember. What was that about? Papa didn't say anything."

"Well, Cumulus found a mark on Ardis's back."

Swiss looked concerned. "A mark?"

"In the shape of the quintessence symbol."

Swiss completely stopped setting up to stare at Aether in surprise. "You're kidding. How did it get there?"

Aether shrugged, a pleased smile on his lips. "Nobody's sure. But we have a theory. The day before, I..." He sighed, suddenly feeling a bit sheepish. "Well, I flirted with Ardis a little too hard, and her wings turned pink."

"I didn't realize they could do that!" Swiss chuckled.

"Neither did she."

"Well, well, well," Swiss said. He was beginning to understand why the two of them had been acting so strange. “And you think that's related to the mark?"

Aether shrugged again, still grinning. "Who knows? That's the only thing we can think of. Papa made a call back to the ministry to have some folks look into things for us, but that's the leading theory."

"That what, Ardis is so into you that her body just produced this mark out of nowhere?"

"Something like that, yeah," Aether chuckled. "I know it sounds weird, but what else could it be?"

Swiss laughed, elbowing Aether playfully. "It's no wonder you've been strutting around like a proud pigeon all morning!"

"Keep this between us, though," Aether requested quietly. "She's a little embarrassed about it."

"Of course, of course,” Swiss cooed, although he didn’t mean it.

When the band returned backstage after sound check, Aether took the first opportunity he found to pull Ardis aside in an empty hallway. She was still having trouble looking him in the eyes. “Avoiding me now, are you?” Aether tutted softly.

She shrunk further into herself. “I… I’m sorry, I…”

“Are you still feeling a bit shy?” He took her chin in his hand and gently tilted it up to finally make her look at him. Those deep purple eyes of his made her feel butterflies in her stomach.

"It’s just… You know I love you," she mumbled. “So much.”

"I know, I know," he cooed, "but you must understand how flattering this is, dove. I can’t help but tease.” He pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back as she hid her face in his broad chest. There was that urge again – slowly building in his chest, daring him to say something he shouldn’t. He couldn’t help himself. Aether brought his lips to her ear, his voice soft and husky. “You just wait until I get you alone after the show.”

Next: Chapter XXXVIII

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tokusmuts · 2 years

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My Holiday (Chapter 4)

Characters: Hidden Male Character x Yume Shinjo

Category: Miniseries

Word count: 1.7k

Read chapter 3 here

I just got out of the bathroom, it was tiring yesterday when I had to work at full capacity from afternoon to night with Yume. But that fatigue is nothing compared to the joy when I can ejaculate into her body, not anyone else. But today she still can't wake up, it's a bit strange but I have to admit that yesterday she also gave me a few rounds in the cowgirl position, and then sucked my dick last to clean it up before she fell asleep because she was tired. She lay on her belly on the bed, completely naked and now only the blanket covered her midsection, but her legs and juicy thighs, which made me bury my face in between them and lick them continuously, along with that is the face where the lips that had taken care of my cock last night were still there. My cock is starting to harden again, even though she's sleeping, I can't control my cravings anymore. I walked over to the bed, slowly lifting the blanket enough for her full butt to be fully exposed, and then my dick just waited there to enter her. After a few nudges, she gradually woke up, her moaning voice was a bit weak, but it brought a different stimulation.

“ah…wait…it’s early in the morning…ah”

"But looking at you, I can't stand it"

The thrusts from me gradually became stronger and her moans became louder

“Ah…Hurry up honey…ah…so happy…ah”

Unexpectedly, even though she was still tired, she could still moan so strongly. I just dumped all my sperm into her butt and laid on top of her contentedly

“Really…ah…you got me active too early in the morning”

“I just pushed your ass.”

“Calm down, honey! You still have a lot to do today.”

I and her kissed again, even without any lipstick, those lips were still so sweet, a gentle "smooch" sound came out, I pulled my dick out of her butt, went to prepare breakfast, the two of us ate while watching last night's Drama episode, which they both missed because we were made love to each other all the last night. The houses around here are quite far from each other, our house is higher than the houses next door, our wall is also soundproof, so she always rests assured to moan as loud as possible. Going back to our breakfast, today's breakfast was also quite simple: an omelet sandwich with a cup of hot milk, mainly for her to recover from last night, also for me to have a good time. I could watch her body without paying attention to what I needed to do to eat breakfast. She just came out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel, which I brought in yesterday but she hasn't used it yet. I was going to pull the towel tie off her waist and eat her as well but she's still at home today so I let her recharge first, the fucking can come later.

Today the two of us decided to go to the home swimming pool to see the city. Both she and I have stable jobs, she is a big movie actress, I am in the real estate business, so I soon built this house - also a place where she and I relieve stress by making love. From here we can see the bustling city outside, but it's far enough for us to have sex comfortably without worrying about paparazzi sneaking. After she finished her breakfast, she took off the towel and showed me a yellow bikini with small sakura prints printed on all sides of the bikini. The bikini she chose was my favorite – the bra has a bow tie in the back and the panty has a bow on the sides, I love that bikini because it only takes me to pull one of the straps out completely. it's all her panties that will fall off on their own and I can enjoy her cunt comfortably, the important thing is the feeling of pulling as well as watching the bow pull off is very satisfying. She stood in the corner of the balcony, looking at me and flashing her big smile, which was what drew me to come and get to know her since Kiramager hadn't even finished filming. Then she turned to look outside again, her hand clinging to the railing, at times like these her small and yet extremely taut body captured all of my attention: Her small waistline with the shoreline. That round butt makes me unable to look anywhere else. The urge to fuck inside of me surged again, but that was when she caught my eye, her fingers once on the railing but now turned towards me with her invitation:

“Come here, honey! You're hungry, aren't you?"

I walked up to her and she jumped on top of me, wrapped her arms around my neck and we both started kissing passionately again, she jumped just enough that my dick in my pants could still rub against her cunt which was still inside her panties, we kissed passionately and then finally I took the initiative to leave her lips to go straight down to her breasts, I kissed her cleavage first and then put my hand behind her back. Pulling off the thin lace of the other bra, the bra hadn't completely fallen to the ground but was still on her belly, I picked it up, inhaling all the scent from her chest without being satisfied.

“Your breasts smell so good! I have to suck it again today!”

That said, I didn't suck it right away but reached down and stroked her cunt from outside her panties, her face starting to change countenance and gradually becoming wilder than ever.

“Ah…Suck on my breast…ah…I want you to suck it…ah”

I couldn't keep her waiting any longer, I sucked on one of her breasts, making her shiver for a moment but then start to go wild again, although her hands were still around my neck she started curving back, helping her breasts to become larger and I could also suck on her breasts more stimulatingly. Enough stroking the outside of her panties, I began to slip my hand inside her pants so that my hand could stroke her cunt directly, which had become so much wetter from my up until now. The area around her pussy is all wet now, wherever my hand moves it gets wet and then stops at the edge of that flesh, my fingers starting to rub gently on the outside of her pussy

My fingers, fully lubricated by the fluid from her cunt, went straight into her cunt as smooth as a sword in the hilt. One finger, then two, three, the more my fingers are inserted into her, the sexier the moan becomes.

“Ah…that's right honey…smash that place….ah”

The sticky sounds as my fingers kept going in and out of her were embarrassing to anyone who heard them, but to me, they were beautiful sounds. Especially when it was accompanied by her lustful moans, which pushed my fingers in and out even faster. While one hand was still working at full capacity inside her, my other hand quickly untied the fastening of her panties one by one, it fell to the ground with small drops of lust falling out. She finally couldn't take it anymore and scream with joy, the lewd water also rushed down. I gently pulled my fingers out, my mouth after filling her breasts, turned to lick them clean, and then brought my face down to her pussy and licked all the taste of her love.

“Let me…ah… lie down somewhere...”

I laid her down on the wooden floor, and then I buried my face in her cunt and sucked again. She was tired now but still strong enough to clamp my head in her lap while her hands pressed my head closer to her cunt.

“Ah…Kimochi…more honey…ah”

The lustful waters still flowed non-stop, the wonderful taste of love made me want to suck her cunt more. But my dick really couldn't take it anymore, so after licking her cunt, I moved straight up to her face and put my dick in her mouth, which she co-operated with enthusiastically. smooth with every push from me, there are times when my cock is quite deep inside her mouth but she is still very active, sperm just keeps popping out in her mouth makes me start There are signs of fatigue after I have discharged enough 1 turn into her mouth, I also lie next to her on the wooden floor.

She also recovered some strength after lying down long enough, so she took the initiative for me in the game, she sat on top of me, pushed my dick straight into her cunt, and began to dance skillfully, she Fuck me like a cowgirl masterfully as she always does and then helps me discharge another round of sperm. Then it was my turn to drag her into the pool and start sucking on her breasts while letting my dick push hard on her crotch.

“Ah…so good…ah…feed on both sides”

“Okay”

I suckled her left breast and then her right breast while the crotch still showed no sign of wanting to stop. After I poured my sperm into her cunt, I turned her over again, let her rest her hand on the edge of the pool, and continued to fuck her from behind, both now drenched after entering the pool but the speed of each of the thrust seemed to increase more, those wet sounds as they descended into the water becoming even wetter. I just fucked her but don't forget to take good care of her breasts, I drained the last batch of sperm and hugged her, and soaked in the warm water mixed with the lustful waters coming from both of us.

"I said I went to see the city, but neither you nor I could see anything!"

"Of course! Seeing you and fucking you is enough for me!"

"Looking at you so tired, I wonder if you can still fuck me?"

"Yes of course! As long as you invite me, I'm always ready!"

"So what about the coming days?"

"You're still at home, so I won't let you rest"

"Let's see"

Read chapter 5 here

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 1 month

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Spinelluva Boss AU: Spinel & Ozzie x Fizz's Fusion (2024)

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[Note: yeah one of the plans I have for "Spinelluva Boss Home Is Where The Spinel Is"........is that Spinel will end up fusing with Ozzie and Fizz...so maybe this fusion will be like half-platonic & half-romantic, this drawing will be for both here and over at Quotev, also I know the story might not be 100% perfect but I'm happy that some still like it. and this fusion's pronouns will be She/Her & They/Them...can't really decide on a good name for them yet though...but she is suppose to be a fusion made from Fizz and Ozzie's romantic love for each other, and the platonic feelings that may also be a mix of a small crush on Spinel...as well as Spinel's growing fondness for them, but it doesn't mean they will 100% end up being ship together, which is why this fusion of those three, is both half-platonic & half-romantic...she has four eyes and is wearing a jester outfit, and has a Imp tail that is pink and white. their outfit is suppose to be a mix of Fizz and Ozzie's outfit as well...]

Credit for Helluva Boss goes to Vivienne "Vivziepop" Medrano

Credit for Steven Universe goes to Rebecca Sugar

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I should of posted this in 2023 when I had first drew it, and just now I had to make some finishing touches on it today before I post it up...

so yeah, drew this on September 13, 2023

and posted it on March 20, 2024...

I know I did lay down, because I wanted to lay down before posting this up...but I had ended up falling asleep without meaning to.

guess I really was a bit more tired than I thought, but anyway this is the last post for today, I might post more tomorrow or the day after tomorrow or whenever I'm able to come back on.

also I will be using this drawing as a Cover for a future chapter of Spinelluva Boss: Home Is Where The Spinel Is, so it be for both here and for over at Quotev, the story is still on hiatus so the whole update on the story might not be right away and so adding this drawing of Spinel/Ozzie/Fizz's fusion might be a while...

but like one of the tags says for this, "do not reblog without permission", only I can freely use this for both here and for over at Quotev.

and I know the chance of others liking this fusion so much they want to draw it as well is very VERY slim, but even if some do end up liking it enough to want to draw it as well, and they didn't have to ask, they would still need to give credit...

but I still have doubts that anyone would be interested in drawing this Crossover fusion right away and some might have no interest at all, so yeah once again I know I have some doubts.

and I'm also okay with this fusion not getting much attention even before she is suppose to appear in that story.

I don't think I have added her yet anyway, but if I haven't yet then I will make sure to try to add her in a future chapter, which might not be right away but whenever I'm able to...

plus I should check sometime to see if they are already in there or not, and if I hadn't added her yet then I might still have time to work on the idea of her a bit more...

the story will still be on hiatus, and I think it is possible that I hadn't really added her yet to the story, and if I haven't yet...even if I do double check...then I guess her appearing in a future chapter will be worth the wait...anyway don't know what I should name her though.

maybe a good name will come to me sometime...

I'm going to go back to laying down in bed, and go to sleep...

hope some of you like this fusion who doesn't really have a name yet.

#do not reblog without permission #crossover fanart #spinelluva boss au #crossover au #helluva boss au #hazbin hotel au #steven universe au #fusion #spinel su #fizzarolli helluva boss #asmodeus helluva boss #september 2023 #march 2024

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littlepadika · 2 years

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What would night time routines be like with the other daddies? 🥺 also I love you and your blog and writing!!!

idk who i've written about but i've been thinking about jack so much this week idk why. He's definitely into bedtime stories!!! 🦋

Warnings: DDLG, fem little

It started with him reading you books and adding little adlibs and plot tangents. You never minded. You found his stories more interesting than the picture books and with your big imaginaton you didn't even need pictures. Just your daddy's voice and descriptions painted the picture. So he started just telling his own stories, finding a lot of joy in seeing you hang on his every word.

In the summer he likes to pull you into his lap while he sits in his rocking chair on the porch. You gaze up at him and at the stars as he tells you the most fantastic stories all from memory. He uses your stuffies to play the different characters. Sometimes you draw him pictures to serve as backgrounds.

"And den what happened daddy?"

"well the brave agent bun bun invented a brilliant plan. He was going to go on a little trip out west to unexplored land. Hot and dry country. He had to find the desert fairy to cast a spell on the bad men and save the town. Everyone said that he was crazy." He raised his voice and exaggerated his accent which made you giggle. 'no bunbun ain't no one for a thousand clicks seen the desert fairy. Yer crazier than a road lizard if you think yer gonna find her.' But bun bun didn't care what people thought. So he packed his trusty steed wildflower (holding your horsie stuffie now) and set off to the unknown..."

"Den what?" You ask when he stops speaking, gazing down at you lovingly.

"I think it's high time you get to bed, little lamb."

"nooo." You pout.

"Hey... we can't have story time if you throw a fit at the end." He frowns though he's not angry.

"Sorry I just really want to know what happens, daddy."

"I know, my good listener. I promise daddy will tell you more tomorrow, mkay?"

"Mkay." You yawn. Jack gives you bun bun and wildflower back and you nuzzle against them while Jack carries you inside and to your room. He tucks you in and kisses you goodnight.

Somedays you fall asleep before the end of the story and wake up in the middle of the nght and run into your daddy's room.

"Hm? What's wrong, little lamb?" He'd sit up as soon as your pitter patter stops in front of the bed.

"I didn't hear the rest of the story! Daddy tell me now!" You crawl up into his warm covers. "Please."

"It's bedtime, baby."

"I can't sleep until I know what happens."

"I'll tell you in the morning." He compromises and you slip under the covers with him. You decided you'd wait and be a good girl. Sure enough you wake up and bring bunbun in to hear more of the story. You're amazed that Jack had so many stories ready to go and always thought of new twists to keep the saga interesting.

"Look papi I drew the wild west." You bring him the crayon drawing.

"Oh look at this! Keep this up and we'll have a full on storybook."

"No only my story." You frown not liking thinking of other people getting to hear your daddy's story.

"Of course." Whiskey kisses your head before hanging the picture up. "I think this will be a great background for tonight's chapter of our story. Thank you baby girl. I'm so proud of you."

You brighten up immediately at his praise, running back to the table to draw the desert fairy.

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 1 year

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Hello M darling! Firstly, congratulations on reaching 500! You totally deserve it and I can't wait to see more from you<3

For your event, I was wondering if I could request a modern!calamórë with the prompt 23. “Say my name.” and a library setting?

College students!Manwë and Námo are boyfriends and they should be studying for their final, but Manwë decides on a fun little way of helping Námo memorise his work and it leads into him testing Námo whilst pleasuring him? He only gives him what he wants if he gets the answers correct, much to Námo's dismay because he's all needy<3 it eventually leads to them fucking and trying to keep it hush, even if they are the only two in the library at such a late time 💕

Hope this isn't too much! You can mix and match what you think works well. Congratulations again 🥰

Thank you! And thanks for your request, I hope you like this.

"Motivation"

Prompt 23. “Say my name.” and a library setting.

Pairing: Modern Námo x Manwë (both college students)

Themes: Modern AU | Smut | Soft

Word count: 2.3k words

Summary: Late night prep for English lit finals goes in a completely different direction.

Rating: 🔥🔥| Minors DNI | 18+

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Manwë held up a mock exam paper, impatience writ large on his face. "Come now, little raven, we need to focus for tomorrow’s exam."

Námo huffed and slumped into his chair. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the time. It was nearly eleven at night, and the library was empty save for the two of them. They had been studying for hours, pouring over books and filling up mock papers, reviewing each other’s answers, all in preparation for their English Literature finals. It was exhausting work, and now Námo just wanted to fall into bed. Any bed. Or a sofa. Or even a comfortable chair. Somewhere. Anywhere. And just sleep.

"No more, mon cher," he mumbled, half asleep.

"Now, that could work, little raven. If I were Gomez Addams." Manwë snickered and shook his head. Clearly, Námo was still stuck on that morning’s French paper, but it was not going to do. They had one final exam to get through, and then they would be free to do as they wished. He picked up a pencil, tapped it against the table to get Námo to pay attention. "Unfortunately, I am not. Now come. We need to focus."

Námo sat up straight and groaned. He rubbed his eyes once more and tried to focus. A large emphasis would have to be laid on "tried to," because Námo tried, and failed. "I can’t," he whined, and he tried to sleep at the table, his head on his folded arms. "I just can’t. Can we go back to our dorm now?"

"One more round, that is all," Manwë urged, and he placed a hand on Námo’s shoulder, shaking it gently to try and keep him awake. "Thirty minutes, little raven. Just thirty minutes and we can leave, I promise."

"Do you?" Námo asked hopefully, as visions of fluffy beds and soft pillows danced before his drooping eyes.

"I do, little raven." Manwë said, brushing back an ash-blonde lock of hair that covered Námo’s left eye. When that eye flew wide open and looked right back at him, as if pleading with him not to stop, Manwë had an idea. He will have to dig into his special bag of tricks to motivate Námo into studying.

"So," Manwë started by first smoothing back Námo’s soft, wavy hair. He lifted a paper with his free hand. "Do you know what the answer to question number five is? Where the passage is from?"

Námo lifted his head and squinted at the paper that had been held up for him to see. The answer to this was easy. "C. John Bunyan’s The Pilgrim’s Progress."

"Very good," Manwë hummed sweetly, his eyes on the mock quiz. He pushed Námo’s hair from his neck and drew lazy circles with a finger, something he knew would grab Námo’s attention and make him more alert. It worked; he heard it in the sharp intake of breath. "Now, the next question. Which of the following is true of the passage?"

Námo found it hard to focus when a large, warm hand started to rub the back of his neck, but he answered all the same. "C. It’s C."

"You’re doing perfectly, little raven. And the question after that? What does the last sentence suggest?"

"That Father Roger failed to nurture the boy’s talents?"

"Excellent. Now. What about," Manwë settled on a harder question. "Ahh. Yes. This one. Question number thirteen. What does the passage describe, little raven?"

Námo groaned in defeat when he looked at the paper. Of course, Manwë had to go find a question on Beowulf. "I fucking hate you, you know that?"

Manwë simply smiled to himself and raked his fingers through Námo’s hair. "I know, little raven. However, the question remains unanswered." He shook the paper, demanding an answer.

Námo had plenty to say. All unrepeatable things, of course, but the sensations that came with Manwë running his hand through his hair killed the heated words already at the tip of his tongue. Námo grabbed onto his chair and inched it closer to Manwë’s, so he could get a better look at the question. The sounds of his chair being dragged were muffled by the thick carpet, not that anyone could have heard anyway. He read and read, debating which answer to choose. Manwë kept combing his hand through Námo’s hair, his lips curling when he caught the barely audible whimper.

After some struggle, Námo settled on, "B," he said triumphantly. "Loss of life in battle."

And Manwë was quick to pull his hand away. The answer was wrong after all.

"Wait… why did you do that, babe?" Námo protested.

"Do what, little raven?" Manwë said lightly, his gaze fixed firmly on the paper before him, his eyes glinting wickedly.

"Take your hand away. Why did you do it?"

Manwë turned his attention to Námo, taking in the narrowed eyes and the heavy pout. Not only was he hooked on what Manwë was doing, he was sulking. Námo was actually sulking, like a child that had been denied candy.

Manwë struggled to bury a triumphant smirk. He had Námo exactly where he wanted him. "Needy, are we?"

"No," Námo lied, and poorly too. Oh, he was needy, so very needy, and it was already starting to show.

"No?" Manwë leaned in closer, his lips a hair’s breadth over the shell of Námo’s ear. "Then why are you sulking, sweet raven?"

Námo grumbled something ineligible before looking away, his arms crossing over his chest. Manwë smirked and leaned in even closer, his lips grazing Námo’s earlobe. To give him more incentive, he decided. "Do you want me to keep touching you?"

He flushed; yes, he did want Manwë to keep touching him. "What if I do?" Námo said, his breath hitching when teeth nipped and pulled.

"Keep answering correctly, and I will. In all manner of ways," Manwë sat up straight and took the mock paper to hand. "So, little raven. What is the answer to question thirteen?"

That large hand of his brushed over the nape of Námo’s neck, to encourage him. This time Námo focused and tried to recall what he learned at class. He took another stab at the answer.

"E," he said, hoping and praying that this was the correct one, as he did not want Manwë to pull away again.

It was, and Manwë gave the paper to Námo to hold, freeing up both his hands for the things he wanted to do next.

"You’re doing so well, little raven," he murmured, his hand sliding down the length of Námo’s arm. The goosebumps he felt brush against his palm made him smile. "So well. What about the question sixteen?"

Námo answered correctly again, his eyes closing when Manwë snuck a hand under his t-shirt and let the other delve into his hair. He slumped back into his chair, although this time, it was not due to weariness or a need to sleep. Flushed and breathless, he tried to focus as Manwë’s hand glided all over his chest, stoking a familiar fire in his blood.

"Any… oh fuck," he breathed when skilled fingers pinched at a nipple, lightly at first, then insistently, making it throb and ache.

"Yes, little raven?" Manwë kept at his ministrations, focusing on one nipple before turning his attention to the other.

His heart fluttering in his chest, Námo shook his head and forced himself to focus. Hard to do so when that deft hand of Manwë’s kept sending jolts of pain and pleasure all over his body. And he wanted it. Oh, how he wanted it—to feel those jolts wash over his body. "Any… any more questions, babe?"

"Eager to go on, eh?" Manwë said, his voice now thick and rough. "I’m proud of you, little raven. Very well, question twenty."

Námo looked down at the question, his eyes already going hazy as lust overtook him. He struggled to answer, to form proper words. Manwë’s touch proved it nearly impossible to do so, but the heat of his touch and the words of his praise were all too good to pass up. Sleep was forgotten at last. He made himself concentrate and answered, his words faltering near the end when Manwë’s hand glided down, going lower and lower, not stopping until it rested over the band of his shorts. Námo waited, wanting to see what Manwë would do next. Would he abruptly stop now that their study session was nearing its end, or would he go on? Oh, how Námo craved for him to go on.

"Hard already," Manwë let his hand glide even lower, trailing over the bulge of Námo’s erection. A breathless laugh fell over his lips when Námo’s mouth parted in a silent moan, his head thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut. Late-night studying just got very interesting.

"Don’t stop," Námo whispered, his hand moving over Manwë’s. "Please. Please babe, don’t stop."

"You are needy," Manwë muttered, his own needs coursing through his veins like an out-of-control fire at the sight of Námo writhing like anything. "I will not stop. But you must say my name first. No more, babe."

Námo blinked and looked around, hoping that the librarian would not actually walk in on them.

"Mrs. Murtaugh is off in that office of hers, little raven," Manwë dipped and nipped his earlobe again as he loosened the top button. There was a brief hissing sound as the zip came down. "It’s just you and me. Now, will you do it? Say my name?"

Námo tried. Oh, how he tried, but his tongue felt like it was tied up in knots. Manwë let his lips drift over Námo’s shoulder, his hand palming Námo’s cock over the thin fabric of his briefs.

"Say my name, little raven," he groaned, his touch growing more intense by the moment. "Say it."

Manwë cupped him and applied more pressure, just enough to crumble what defenses Námo had. His name soon fell from Námo’s lips in what was a half-moan, half-whimper. Finals and studying and everything else had been forgotten. Manwë kept stroking him, his senses blind to all but his boyfriend. Námo encouraged him, his worry at them being caught all but forgotten.

"Not enough, Manwë," he whispered, his breath harsh and ragged. "Please, Manwë. Please."

Vivid, arctic blue eyes lit up immediately. Manwë lapped it up and wanted to hear more of Námo’s begging. He always loved it when Námo begged. "Such a needy slut you are, little raven. But you’re going to have to try harder."

Námo whined and complained, but Manwë, despite his caresses, remained unmoved and refused to go further. Unable to bear it anymore, Námo yielded quite shamelessly.

"Please give me more, Manwë," he mewled, "Please. Please."

"More you say," Manwë purred, his voice sweet as honey just then. "More of what, little raven?"

One final squeeze, and Námo was like putty in Manwë’s skilled hands. "Go down on me. Please."

Manwë fully planned on doing it, but he needed to hear another round of pleading before he did. "You will have to be more specific, little raven."

Thoroughly done in by now, Námo very nearly sobbed, "Please suck my cock. Please."

With a satisfied growl, Manwë pulled away and snuck under the table. "You’re not to make a sound, do you hear me?" He peeled back Námo’s briefs, freeing his erection for his touch. "Not one sound."

"What?" Námo breathed, his eyes locked onto what Manwë was doing. "Why?"

"I know how loud you can get, little raven," Manwë grinned wolfishly and pushed Námo's thighs apart. The carpet felt coarse against his knees, but he took no notice. "And we cannot afford to have Mrs. Murtaugh hearing those sweet noises you make, do we?"

Námo nodded and put his hand to his mouth. It was just as well that he did, as the first moan spilled out barely a moment later. Manwë pressed soft kisses against the tip, moaning quietly to himself when Námo moved a hand through his hair. The library was quiet, so very quiet, and all either could hear was the sound of the other’s rough breathing. Such a pity, thought Manwë, that he couldn’t get to properly enjoy all the sounds Námo made, but he made himself content with the sight of Námo’s silvery eyes, now dark and clouded with lust.

Námo nearly forgot himself and cried out in ecstasy when Manwë ran his tongue along his shaft before slipping all of him into his wet, hot mouth. He wanted to moan out loud, but the knowledge that they were in the library was all that stopped him from doing so. The sounds he made were hoarse and muffled, but the sensations — the feeling of Manwë gripping at his waist, his fingers digging into soft flesh, his free hand moving in tandem with his mouth, his grip squeezing and releasing with each stroke — it was all too much, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long.

The gleam in Námo’s eyes betrayed his need and how close he was. Manwë didn’t slow down; he didn’t stop. He wanted to feel the taste of Námo’s seed against his tongue. He also wanted to get it over with so he could take Námo home and have his way with the rest of Námo’s body. He went faster, took Námo even deeper, his strokes relentless as he felt Námo stiffen even more. Námo didn’t last much longer, his hand fisting in Manwë’s thick, white hair. His body shook, and a deep, muffled moan was followed by a spurt of warmth filling Manwë mouth.

"Couldn’t hold out, could you?" Manwë swallowed and grinned.

Námo managed a weak smile, his chest still heaving. "Like you said, I’m a needy little thing. Did you expect me to last long?"

Manwë laughed this time, his eyes glinting. "I suppose you’re right. Let’s get you cleaned up and back home. I need to hear those pretty sounds of yours while I fuck you."

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pbandjesse · 6 months

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On this, the eve of my husband's birthday, my voice continues to be gone. I am so mad about it. It messed up my program plans. But it didn't ruin my day. Today was actually really awesome.

I did not have a very nice time falling asleep. I had that horrible pathetic cough and couldn't lay down without coughing over and over again. It was not fun and I was just so tired but couldn't lay down. I spent a lot of time crying and coughing and gagging and choking. It was horrible. I would eventually prop up some pillows (my dragon squishmallow) and slept sitting up. It was the only way I could fall asleep without coughing myself awake. It was tough. But at least I got some sleep.

I was not in a good place this morning. Not going in was not an option. So James, because they are the best husband, decided to spend their day off with me and come to camp to help. I felt really bad asking them to do that but James said that I wasn't asking, they were offering, and they felt better being there with me. And that really helped. Make me feel better. Make me feel supported.

We got to camp and got right to work putting out a few things that needed to be placed. We got things loaded in the car and got everything done that needed doing.

It was going smoothly though. I was frustrated about the number of students. I wasn't sure how we were going to swing this. Especially with me not being able to talk. It was going to be a tough day.

But it honestly was great. Elizabeth drove up to the hacienda while me and James were there setting up and let us know the numbers had changed from 65 to 90, which thankfully I already knew from a conversation on Friday. It was decided James would stay up there with Sarah and Celia go get the space set up and I would go get some things printed and collected others.

I went back to the hacienda to fix my PowerPoint for the day. Heather joined me to drop off some corn. We talked about how the group was just to big and how we need to make sure we're sticking to our ratios and our maxes for groups. Heather is on my side and said she will make sure we push that in the future.

When we drove back to the office I had a bunch of missed call, that I could not answer because I cannot talk, but James and Alexi were there to let us know that the group was going to be late and they had less kids. This ended up not being true and they still had 90 kids. But it was nice to have a couple extra minutes to get ready.

The group today though would be awesome. Once they did get there we would have to cut the first hour, and started at 11. They came in so quiet. Enough that I could even talk to a few of them despite my voice. And they were really sweet about it. I was still able to orient the teachers and let Elizabeth know what was going on.

And Elizabeth was able to give a mini intro. Then we were off to the races.

2 programs before lunch, 2 after. And I loved doing it. I loved getting to watch James lead a program I wrote. It was awesome.

I would start each program trying my best to talk.i have so much to say!! But I would have to throw it to James pretty quickly, only throwing things in when I really felt like I needed too. Mostly James did such a good job I was just acting as a prop and handing out materials when it seemed appropriate.

The kids were awesome too. They knew so much. And it was just really fun to see what they drew. They even thought my example I made was very funny, my self description of "hear, sad, horse".

Mostly I just loved seeing James teach. They are really good at it. I also just love seeing James with kids. Also I felt super supported and loved having them there.

It was a good day. Even if I was losing my voice more and more through trying to talk to the kids. I love doing my job and it is just really tough feeling so broken. I really hope I can talk more by Friday when I have my workshop at creative alliance. I have no idea what I'm doing to do if I can't talk still.

During lunch me and James sat at my desk. I had nacho while they had jerky. Which I gave them from the attic. It was brand new!! They deserve jerky, but they never get it for themselves because it's expensive. Which is fair but also. James deserves nice things.

The afternoon was a little harder only because my voice was somehow worse. But the kids were great. And James did an amazing job. The last group the teacher made a big fuss about the kids listening to me because I had no voice and I was like, you are all in luck because my husband is here to be my voice!

At the end of the program we cleaned up a little and then headed to the hacienda. I took over to Sarah to finish up the last of the fibers program. And then started working on reorganizing the boxes.

The hacienda was a mess though. So much stuff everywhere. But it was fine. Once the kids were gone James and Celia worked on stacking the chairs. Nick and Sarah would come back continues sweeping. Sarah and James would help me reset the boxes, Sarah also went and collected a while bunch of sticks. So now it's all ready for tomorrow.

Once the room was clean and back together we all went back to the office for a staff meeting.

Which was entirely to long but I'm glad I got to be a part of it. I mostly just felt bad I was keeping James there longer. But we went over some stuff about volunteers and groups and winter plans and projects. I actually got a lot out of the meeting and that was nice.

At the end of the meeting me and Elizabeth went over logistics for our overlapping programs tomorrow. And what well do if I still can't talk.

I can't believe I haven't had a voice since Wednesday. James says if I still don't have a voice by next week I have to go to the doctor. But fingers crossed this just sorts itself out.

We were able to get out of there and on the road around 4. And while we did have to deal with some traffic it wasn't a horrible drive home.

When we got back here I was very happy to see Sweetp. Who was being such a cute baby today. I would go to my studio to work while James went to get in ta call for their podcast.

I would cut out about 20 bears for my program on friday. Assuming not everyone will want to cut their own. We're mainly doing cottons and fleece. I wish I had more fleece honestly. I'm going to be keeping an eye out of thin fleece blankets at the thrift for sure.

After I got everything cut I would collect all my materials in a basket. I think I have everything except my sewing machines in one box. Then I would work on a new way of cutting out frogs. I made three in the end, but they all need some finishing work. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow but I'm not to worried about it.

I would take a hot bath. And use my new scrub and lotions and felt nice. It did not help my voice but I'm trying anything.

James made me a little dinner. And I am cozy in bed now. Ready to sleep honestly.

I have a group tomorrow. And I'm nervous because I cannot talk. So let's hope they are also super chill and kind. This is the group with Laney, from the summer's, mom. And she was super sweet before so I'm hoping she can help me out of I can't talk. But thankfully Elizabeth will be available if needed too.

I hope you all sleep good tonight. And that we all feel good tomorrow. For James's birthday!! After work tomorrow we are supposed to go see some more houses! I'm nervous! Excited to share what we see!!

Goodnight everyone! Send James good thoughts!

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chizue-witchery · 6 months

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⚜️. *. ⋆ Fandom: QSMP | Quackity SMP

⚜️. *. ⋆ Pairing: Bobby & Jaiden Animations

⚜️. *. ⋆ Character/s: Jaiden Animations, Bobby (mentioned)

⚜️. *. ⋆ Summary: Jaiden can't sleep. All she sees in her dreams is her child dying on the airship while she fell to the ground.

⚜️. *. ⋆ Word Count: 801

⚜️. *. ⋆ Warnings/Tags: angst, nightmares, insomnia, past character death

⚜️. *. ⋆ Prompts/Squares Filled: Insomnia || @whumptober

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Jaiden can't sleep. All she sees in her dreams, nightmares as the better term, is her child dying on the airship while she fell to the ground. She remembers the helpless feeling she got when it had happened, heart dropping on her stomach when she read the blurry message of her son's death.

It had been months ago since it happened, but Jaiden still couldn't get herself to forget about it; a nightmare that felt way too real for her liking. She remembers Phil, Chayanne and Tallulah having a nightmare on the same day. Jaiden doesn't know whether it really is a nightmare or if it had actually happened. Her memories that day felt like it had been altered out of her own decision; that hour specifically, because she remembers going to the same airship, not seeing any of her blood splattered on the ground nor does she see Bobby's corpse on top of the airship. Roier told her it was just a nightmare and Jaiden believes him wholeheartedly.

Sweat is dripping in her brows while her shaking hands grip on the bed sheet. Her breathing is irregular which she is currently trying to calm down, struggling to keep her heart from beating out of her chest.

"It was just a nightmare…" Jaiden had told herself moments ago, a shaky breath leaving her lips as she closed her eyes. It was just a very realistic nightmare that she should have already forgotten by now. She did forget about it, but she went past an airship similar to the one where Bobby died and she stopped. She stopped on her tracks and stared at the airship. She would've been ambushed by the mobs coming down to get her if she didn't snap out of it and had her scythe already in her hands.

Jaiden moves her legs to the side of the bed, letting her feet touch the cold floor. Her body shivers in reaction but she doesn't lift her feet off the floor. Slowly, she stands up, letting the blanket fall to the ground. Jaiden blinks and she looks at the paintings drawn by her son, and the roses and vines all around the room. She then looks at the three empty canvases on the easel, her hand itching to draw something.

Jaiden hasn't drawn something in months. She wonders where all her inspiration went, but she then remembers the last time she drew with someone was when she wanted to do an egg task with Ramon, and painting something happened to be one of the tasks. She remembers the hesitation as her paintbrush touches the canvas, her mind blank and not being able to form any ideas in her head on what she's supposed to paint when all she had done was paint Bobby, herself, and Roier. She remembers painting whatever was on her mind and showing it to the others with hesitation, the joy and awe in their faces signaling that she had painted it right, but all she sees are the little mistakes and things she would've done instead. Of course, Jaiden doesn't tell them, going along with their antics and silliness.

She looks away from the empty canvases and decides to go downstairs instead of staying inside the room longer. She takes slow and careful steps even though she's the only resident in this area, still not wanting to take any risk in alerting any of the creatures near her area. Jaiden sits down in one of the chairs and she slams her hands on the table before covering them with her face while groaning in exhaustion.

"I can't sleep…" Jaiden tells herself–to no one. It's been a struggle getting herself to fall asleep without the nightmare appearing. She had to lie to her friends when they saw the state of her eye bags, telling them that she's been doing fine when she and the others know she's not.

She had almost passed out while she was talking to Foolish about his Titan, needing to reassure him that she just didn't get much sleep that night because she was busy working on her house. She remembers Foolish chiding her to sleep more and reminding her to take breaks, which brought a small laughter escaping her lips since Foolish doesn't do the same.

Jaiden closes her eyes for a short moment, wanting to rest them for a second but having them closed even for a few seconds aches so she decides to open them again. Her body feels fatigued and she so badly wants to fall asleep then and there, but her mind refuses it.

Despite her mind still filed with the nightmare she had months ago, she still stands up and gets herself ready for another day, hoping she'll finally get her sleep the next night.

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