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wysteria-bloom · 17 days

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↪" you amaze me "

Bg3 x reader

Giving them a surprise kiss

Warnings : suggestive on Halsin's part... Spoilers for bg3 (duh).

Genre : fluff

A/n : I have 367 hours in this game so I believe that I am worthy enough to write for these characters I love so very much. I am extremely open to requests for bg3 please send me all the stuff you want to see! I'm not gonna include minsc and jaehira for obvious reasons.

Characters : halsin, astarion, wyll, gale, gortash, rolan, raphael

▢ astarion

Leans into the kiss almost immediately. Its usually how he responds to any affection coming from you. Rests a gentle hand on your arm as he deepens the kiss with a pleased little smile on his lips.

When you break from the kiss, still has the smile on his lips, his eyes looking down at you softly, " can't get enough of me, darling?" He cooed out teasingly, a giddiness to him that wasn't there a few minutes ago.

You nip his jaw," stop getting cocky. I caught you off-gaurd, admit it."

He gasped in offence," and here I thought my beautiful partner was merely expressing how much they loved me." Shaking his head at you with an exagerrated pout," shame on you."

"... That's a 'yes'." You smirked.

"Oh shut up," pulls you into another kiss full of laughter.

▢ gale

Blinks for a good 5 seconds before finally responding to the kiss in full, hand curling through your hair to cup the back of your head. A wistful sigh blows through his nose as he leans into the kiss more.

When you pull away, he still holds your head. You smile happily at him," Hello, love." You greet cutely.

Sends you a bashful little smile, pressing his forehead to yours," Well... hello to you too."

"Were you surprised?"

"Oh-hoh?" He grinned with amusement," there was a goal behind all this?"

You tilt your head from side to side," eh... I did have one. But I also just wanted to kiss my handsome husband."

Clears his throat, cheeks warming," Oh, well consider me th..thoroughly surprised, then."

▢ wyll

It only takes him a second to respond to your kiss, cupping both sides of your face so gently and rubbing a thumb across your jawline. A small happy hum falls from his lips as he's kissing you.

When pulling away, his lips chase after yours, giving you a final little peck," You amaze me. Everytime." He breathed out, always has something cheesy to say after every kiss but it never fails to make your heart stutter.

You huff," You're impossible to surprise, yknow? You're too smooth."

He laughs," will it make you feel better if I said you gave me butterflies?"

A hum and then a smile you nodded to him," I believe that's substantial. However, you need to pay for your indiscretions with a kiss."

"Whatever will I do?" Wyll leans down, nose pressing against yours," I have no choice but to give in, hm?"

"No choice." You agreed, hands moving to his waist as he cups your face.

He presses his lips to yours excitedly.

▢ gortash

He's doing some paperwork when you give him a little kiss on the cheek. Not reacting at first, he finished his signature before looking up at you, a softness to his eyes," Can I help you?"

You merely give him an innocent smile," just reminding you that I love you."

He blinks for a moment before he hums, a slow grin reaching his lips," I see.." He places a hand to your hip, rubbing it slowly with a thumb," Well, I fear I need another reminder then, my dear."

"Greedy," You cooed out before pressing a proper kiss to his lips.

▢ raphael

Is certainly shocked for a split second. He was only telling you about a recent poem he had read and enjoyed.

He cups the back of your neck with his clawed hand, deepening the kiss with huff of amusement. Before breaking the kiss he nips at your bottom lip with his sharp teeth," It's rude to interrupt."

You hum, pressing another kiss to his jaw," You're too endearing when you talk about your poems." You reply honestly.

"Oh good, I was afraid I was boring you." No, he wasn't. He knew how engaged you got in his little speils. That was endearing.

"You could never." He drags you into another kiss with a lot more flames stoked beneath it.

▢ halsin

A low hum of surprise and then a slow smile reaches his lips. His large hands rest on your waist as he deepens this kiss, feeling heat build between the two of you the more passionate it grows.

When you pull away from eachother there's a trail of saliva left between your lips. His eyes are a lot darker now, a yellow shine to them," is there something you need, my heart?" He questioned with that low tone of his.

"Just you."

Pins you to a nearby tree and kisses your neck," that I'll give you in abundance."

▢ rolan

Was in the middle of complaining to you about how you put a book in the wrong place. He had that cute little frown on his face, the grouchy furrow to his brows and the agitated swish of his tail.

You just couldn't help yourself. Leaning forwards, you caught his lips with yours, making him shut up completely. He stared down at you with wide eyes before he moans a little and leans into the kiss.

His tail curls around your leg, dragging you closer to him as he leaned back against the bookcase behind him.

When you pulled away for a breath, he still had his eyes closed for a good five seconds.

Looks into your eyes for a moment before he cups your jaw," you can't kiss your way through an argument." He huffs out.

"I just did."

"Did you? What if I'm still mad at you?"

You grinned at him," Your tail says otherwise, love."

He scoffed and tried to frown but his lips kept twitching," You're impossible." Pulls you into a more heated kiss, arms wrapping around you protectively.

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m4ttsturn · 5 months

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my brother's best friend (pt 1)

pt 2 pt 3 pt 4

pairing: matt sturniolo x y/n

summary: over the years you find yourself falling more in love with your brother's best friend.

warnings: none yet

this is the first story I've ever written, so sorry if it's bad. anyway, hope you guys enjoy.

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(the first day i saw him)

"mom!" I ran down the stairs. "yeah, what do you need?" "where's Nate? he said he would go to the movies with me over an hour ago." I was beginning to get upset, Nate promised that he would take me to see Spider-Man Homecoming with him. "I'm not sure, he said he would be home by 5" she responded. I let out a heavy sigh before walking out of the kitchen.

I went into the living room and sat on the couch, aimlessly scrolling on my phone. I watched as the minutes on the clock slowly ticked by, my eyes flicking to the front door every few seconds. it had been 3 hours before Nate had finally showed up, laughing as he walked through the door. three boys followed close behind him.

"dude that movie was so good" Nate said as he kicked off his shoes. "yeah, I still can't believe the way Spider-Man saved the Avenger's plane" one of the other boys spoke. I coughed loudly drawing the attention of my brother and his friends in the entryway. making eye contact with Nate, his face flashing with realization. "oh shit, y/n I'm so sor-" Nate tried to speak, but I stood up abruptly off the couch walking to my room and slamming the door.

the second I closed the door I could feel my eyes watering. it was one thing for Nate to blow of our plans because his practice ran late or something, but for him to go without me even though we had planned this out ever since the trailer came out, hurt. especially since he went with three people I've never met instead.

I jumped onto my bed, burying my face into the pillows. I could hear four sets of footsteps approaching my bedroom before someone knocked on the door. I knew it was Nate because he used the secret knock combination we came up with in order to tell if it was each other or our parents knocking. "go away Nate" my voice was muffled by the pillow. Nate had opened the door anyway, "y/n look I'm sorry, I totally forgot that we were planning to go to the movies today" I turned to face him when he spoke "yeah, yeah whatever Nate."

I glanced around him, taking in the appearance of his friends, each looking similar, but I could tell the differences once I looked a little longer. I made eye contact with the boy who was standing behind them all, almost not visible. I blushed and turned my head away so none of them could see it. "you can go, you obviously want to hang out with these people more than me anyway." Nate gave me a sad expression before walking out of my room, closing the door behind him. as I listened to the sounds of footsteps furthering from my door I decided to read a book instead of wallowing around.

the next time I looked at the clock it read 12:37 am. I decided that I might as well call it a night and changed into my pajamas, which consisted of a tank top and a pair of women's boxers. assuming that Nate's friends had gone home by now, I didn't bother to put on something more presentable as I left my room to grab a glass of water.

when I walked into the kitchen I was met with three pairs of eyes on me, with Nate being in the bathroom. "oh, you guys are still here" I uttered as I went to grab a glass. ''yep, seems like it" the one with longer hair spoke. my back was to them as I filled up the cup with water from the fridge. once finished I turned around to face the three boys. "look I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be rude, its just that Nate promised me he would take me to see that movie months ago. anyway I'm y/n." holding out my hand to them. The one with a nose ring takes it first "Nick" he shook my hand. "I'm Chris" the one with long hair spoke, dapping me up. "and you?" I turned to the last boy, realizing it's the one that I locked eyes with earlier. "Matt" he smiled slightly as he took my hand. my face flushed feeling the electricity buzzing through my fingertips.

"okay well nice to meet you guys, but I'm off to bed. tell Nate that I said he better take me to see that movie tomorrow, I don't care if he just watched it." "will do" Chris spoke, Matt and Nick nodded along. I headed back towards my room and closed the door, still thinking about the feeling of Matt's hand on mine. "well this is going to be a problem" I mumbled to myself before shutting off the light and snuggling under my covers.

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Nate had brought the triplets over again, many times over the next few years. each time my crush on Matt grew a little stronger. besides that I had actually gained a friendship with all of them.

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a/n: I'm probably going to move this story on pretty quickly I just wanted to get a little backstory out first.

let me know if there is anything I can do to write better, criticism is appreciated

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader

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hoenoredone · 9 months

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IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH – nanami kento

a/n: sorry for the inactivity, exams have been kicking my ass

contents: nanami is starting to get old. he used to be able to withstand nights of drinking until he passed out and the subsequent work day, but now the a/c gives him a cold. tags: sfw, enstablished relationship, married au, non sorcerer au, fem!reader, talks of snot and fever, unbelievably self indulgent.

unbelievable. un-believable. you knew something was wrong when nanami had made himself a cup of chamomile tea with a spoonful of honey the night before. he had told you he was just tired from work, but – realistically – who wants to have hot tea in the middle of july? he had been clearig his throat way too often before going to bed, and he looked like he was struggling to swallow whatever food you offered.

after years of marriage you knew better than to ask him about it, he'd only deny feeling unwell. so you do the next best thing: slip him a tablet for his sore throat with the usual vitamins he takes every night. he fell asleep almost instantly, his body already tired from fighting off the illness. he unintentionally woke you up at around 4am from blowing his nose a little too hard, causing him to cough into the tissue.

he struggled to fall asleep again after that, tossing and turning every couple of minutes, no doubt from not being able to breathe properly. it's in that precise moment (5:33am) when you decide that he's taking the day off tomorrow. he's an icredibly responsible worker, he has more than enough sick days accumulated to be able to use at least one.

you wake up before him – miraculously, considering how little sleep you got – and make him some breakfast as quietly as possible. you decided not to turn off his alarm clock because you knew he would not listen to you and simply rush straight to work if you had done that. so you opt to set the table and place the freshly squeezed orange and ginger juice next to his green tea and a bowl of honey-banana oatmeal.

you hear the familiar beeping of the alarm clock as you're pouring yourself a cup of coffee, and patiently wait for your husband to come into the kitchen. you must be lost in thought because you almost don't notie him until he rests his head on your shoulder and tries to stifle a cough.

"morning," he groggily says.

"sweetheart," you coo while turning to face him, "did you have trouble sleeping? i heard you coughing at some point. here," you place your coffee down on the counter and raise your hand to his forehead, "let me see."

you almost gasp at the heaviness of his eyelids and the unusual warmth of his forehead.

"kento, you look ill," and he knows you're serious, you never call him by his name.

"i feel fine," he tries, but he knows that it's useless. he doesn't feel too bad, just congested. and he has a headache. and his throat is killing him. he can power through.

"have some breakfast and go back to bed, i'll text your boss and bring you some medicine after," he can't even protest, the thought of having to get ready and go into that cold, cold office where his cubicle is inches away from the a/c sending chills down his spine. not like his protests would matter much, regardless, as you're already sprinting to his phone. so he sits down, alternates between sipping his tea and the juice you had made him (the ginger burns his throat but he forces himself to swallow). he tries to eat most of the oatmeal but his stomach just doesn't agree with him, so he leaves a little less than half of it in the bowl.

he's a good man, tidies up after himself even when oh so horribly sick, and goes back to bed. once you hear the rustling of the covers you know you've succeded. you exit the bathroom, a smidge of eye cream unblended on your cheek, and hand him a glass of water and some ibuprofen. you make sure he has enough tissues by the bed and leave him a bottle of cough syrup and a spoon on his nightstand. you tuck the comforter all the way up his chin and grab some clothes to get ready for work.

once you're ready you come back into the bedroom and almost decide to leave without giving him a kiss in fear of disturbing his rest. you opt against that, knowing how unusually whiny your husband gets when he's sick. so you place a gentle hand on his arm and leave a peck on his forehead.

"i'll try to be back for lunch," you whisper, "but if i don't make it there should be some leftovers in the fridge if you feel up to it."

he groans in response as you make your way to your shoe rack, a barely audible "love you" from him painting a smile on your lips as you quietly close the door.

#nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic

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chestcongestion · 3 months

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Demon-to-Demon Ch.1/5 : Ha//zbin Ho/tel

Warnings: Contagion, some mess

Word count: 3,763

I have no self control and wanted to smack a bunch of my favorite characters with the sick stick at once, so here's chapter 1 of my self-indulgent large-scale contagion fic, enjoy!

@onetrickponi Since I promised I'd tag when it was finished ^^

Alastor knew good and well that the day’s meeting would be trouble when he heard the audible strain in Ms. Carmine’s voice when she pointedly cleared her throat to get the other overlords’ attention.

There was a grating, almost painful-sounding quality to it that made Alastor’s ears twitch, it reminded him of the hoarse undertones one would normally hear from a seasoned smoker.

The group of chattering overlords fell silent, turning their gaze toward Carmilla and awaiting the start of the meeting.

“I just-” Carmilla paused, shutting her eyes and clearing her throat a second time, “-just wanted to apologize in advance for my voice. I’ve been fighting a sore throat since yesterday.”

“You’re losing,” Velvette laughed from the opposite end of the table, rotating in her office chair and scrolling through her phone, her smug smile showing off her pearly white fangs, fangs made brighter when contrasted against her shimmering black lipstick.

“I am aware, but thank you for that keen, mature observation, Velvette,” Carmilla spat back, swallowing and trying not to wince before blowing a tendril of her hair out of her face.

“You’re very welcome,” Velvette replied, twirling a strand of her hair around her index finger.

Alastor flashed Rosie a knowing look with lowered eyelids, before redirecting his attention to Carmilla.

“We are meeting today to discuss the recent ‘smog’ problem, there appears to be a red mist lingering in the air in the Doomsday district, and it is approaching the district borders,” Carmilla announced, “Zillia?”

“Uhm… nobody seems bothered by it, to be honest, but I can’t figure out where the hell it came from, it just appeared, and it isn’t goin’ away either,” Zillia explained, “Nobody’s complained about having trouble breathin’... or seein’ really, it’s just kinda weird.”

“So there’s just a blanket of red mist hangin’ in the air, but it isn’t causing any trouble?” Rosie inquired, raising an eyebrow, “Nothin’ at all?”

“Nope! It even smells nice,” Zillia replied, resting her head in her palm.

“It does, I was visiting the district the other day and its fragrance is oddly pleasant…like freshly-picked flowers,” Carmilla said with a wistful sigh, wincing through another dry swallow only to smile when Odette handed her a glass of water, which she eagerly finished in three gulps.

“So we’re here to talk about a non-problem?” Velvette asked, not even bothering to look up from her phone.

“ ‘Twould be a wise decision for thou to refrain from such idle chatter whilst the adults are speaking,” Zestial hissed from his seat, staring at Velvette with unblinking eyes.

Velvette complied, returning Zestial’s jab with a raised middle finger and a well-researched bite to the thumb.

Zestial held back a gasp, “Insolent girl,” he grumbled under his breath.

“Dusty fuckhead,”

“Senseless wretch…”

“Spindly geezer,”

“Overgrown infant!”

“Senile shitstain!”

Zestial and Velvette’s escalating squabble quickly died down, both turning to glance at Carmilla, who had two of her large fingers pinching the theoretical bridge of her nose, an area that had quickly flushed an irritated pink. She sniffled twice, before holding both hands over her mouth in a futile attempt to silence a hoarse, rough-sounding cough.

A minute passed, and Carmilla fought every bone in her body to keep from flushing with embarrassment.

“Carmilla?” Zestial inquired, only to receive an anxious glance in return.

Velvette snickered, sliding a travel-sized package of tissues across the table and leaning back in her chair, “Have at it, old bird, sounds like you need one.”

“Th-thank you,” Carmilla replied, her consonants sounding noticeably muffled as she picked a tissue from the package and held it up to her face, noisily blowing her “nose” until she had to pause to take a deep breath, “Excuse me…”

Alastor’s ear twitched, and he nervously drummed his fingertips against the table, shooting Rosie another knowing look, practically blinking at her in morse code.

“What’s eatin’ you?” Rosie whispered, “Quit battin’ your eyelashes at me and spill.”

“We should leave,” Alastor whispered back through clenched teeth.

“Why?” Rosie inquired, only to be interrupted by Carmilla loudly blowing her nose a second time, soaking another tissue and closing with a loud honk, which made Rosie giggle.

“Unless you want that to be you, I suggest we make our exit,” Alastor whispered, his eyes looking desperate and frightful in spite of his wide grin.

“Oh hush, don’t be so dramatic,” Rosie argued, playfully tugging at one of Alastor’s ears.

“Uch… Clara, what else were we supposed to discuss? I’ve lost my train of thought,” Carmilla asked, the center of her face and the underside of her eyes looking pinkish-red and puffy from the irritation.

“There’s nothing else on the agenda, Mom,” Clara said in a hushed voice, showing her mother the empty clipboard.

“Oh for the love of-” Carmilla groaned, massaging her temples with her large fingers, “This is…ih… i-ih…”

Alastor’s stomach dropped, he knew that sound, that sound may as well be the click of a pin being yanked from a grenade, the beeping of a volatile time bomb, the-

“Ih’ktshhhiew! Ih’tshhew! Ih’ktschiew! IH’KSHHHUH!”

A dense cloud of infectious droplets sprayed into the open air through a wide gap in Carmilla’s fingers, stretching across the entire table, if not the room.

Alastor’s mind flashed with images of ailing neighbors and frazzled doctors, of boarded-up storefronts and oxygen-starved soldiers lying on tarps in the grass. It was a rough two years… a rough three, frankly.

“Alastor, snap out of it,” Rosie whispered, gently tapping on the back of Alastor’s head.

“Yes, thank you,” he replied, trying and failing to tune out Carmilla’s sniffling in the background as he thought about scrubbing himself down with lye and dunking himself in a tub of boiling water.

“Ih’tschhhiew! Hnk’tchew!... My apologies, I just- Ih’ktschhiew!- I didn’t think this would happen,” Carmilla said, her voice hoarse and exhausted as she wiped the watery underside of her eyes with her thumb.

“Gesundheit! Don’t sweat it, sweetie, but I think you should get some rest,” Rosie said, managing a knowing smile at Carmilla, who weakly smiled back.

“I think so too… meeting adjourned- Hi-iih…HIH’TSCHHIEW!- ‘Scuse me…” Carmilla announced, loudly blowing her nose as she turned to exit the room with her daughters.

Alastor hurriedly gestured at the door, begging Rosie to follow him, not wanting to breathe in the poisoned air of the meeting room for a second longer.

“Alright, I’m coming, I’m coming, calm down,” Rosie chuckled, grabbing hold of her umbrella and following Alastor outside, “Goodness, a few sneezes and you turn into a maniac!”

“Apologies, when you spend a year working as a volunteer ambulance driver in 1919, you learn not to be quite so relaxed when there’s germ-riddled moisture all over your face,” Alastor rambled, feeling a chill run up his spine at the damp fur on his ears, “E u ch!”

Rosie rolled her eyes, “Go home and wash your ears, silly, I’m sure you’ll be fine,” she said with a nonchalant grin, twirling her umbrella in her hand as she headed back to Cannibal Town.

Alastor sighed, vanishing into his shadow and resigning himself to heading back home. He needed to take a bath in some turpentine and light his clothes on fire, knock back a few bottles of rubbing alcohol, anything to keep whatever Carmilla sprayed across the meeting room out of his body.

Hours later, Husk jumped out of his skin when his “keeper” appeared out of his own shadowy mist in front of the bar, grumbling to himself with an iron grip on his microphone.

“You’re just too fuckin’ good to walk anywhere, huh? Poofin’ out of the shadows is just too easy… whadda you want?” Husk asked, cleaning a beer mug while he awaited Alastor’s response.

“I need a shot of whatever you use to clean off the counter,”

Husk blinked.

“I’m sorry… what? Not that you can’t handle your liquor… but I don’t think I’d trust you with anything’ harder than a couple whiskey neats,”

“Hand me the bottle,” Alastor muttered through clenched teeth, twisting the safety nozzle of the spray bottle of disinfectant that Husk kept behind the bar. He spritzed both of his eyes before liberally spraying the back of his throat, knocking back the residue with a harsh swallow before sliding the spray bottle back in Husk’s direction.

“... The hell is wrong with you?” Husk asked.

“Absolutely nothing, nothing I’d concern myself with telling you, anyways,” Alastor replied with narrowed eyelids.

“Well then… suppose I’ll have to keep lemon disinfectant around for the next time you’re feelin’ adventurous,”

Husk’s little comment and the laughter that followed irritated Alastor, and the radio demon considered beaning the cat in the back of the head with his microphone, only to be wrenched out of his thoughts by a sudden itch in his sinuses, forcing him to raise the back of his hand under his nose.

‘Come on Alastor, you’re better than this, fight it, fight it, fight it-’

“Hnk! Hnk’tshh! Hhk’tshh!”

Husk’s ear twitched, and his face stretched into a knowing smile as he zeroed his focus on Alastor’s nose, “You know-”

“Shush,”

“I don’t think I’ve ever-”

“Quiet.”

“Ever-”

“Husk,” Alastor hissed, preparing his arm to reach for Husk’s throat, only to be stopped in his tracks by his itchy nose, “H-hihh…Huhh…h-huh..”

“Heard you sneeze,” Husk whispered, knowing that he’d caught Alastor off guard, “Until now, anyways.”

“Hu’hktschoo! Huh’ptshhhoo! Hnk’TSCHOO!... Huh….HUH’PTSchhiEWWW!”

Husk grinned as he watched Alastor blearily pat around on his person for a pristine red handkerchief that was tucked into his front pocket, pulling it out and pinching it around his nostrils before letting out a dense, gurgling blow.

“I take it that is what the disinfectant was supposed to prevent,” Husk laughed, “Whatever it is you managed to catch, it sounds nasty…shit.”

“I could kill you with my bare hands,” Alastor hissed, pantomiming the act of strangling Husk, only to be caught unawares by another itch, “HNK’TSsschHIEWW! Hnk’Tschhiiew!”

“I’m aware, but maybe put it off a few days, I’d rather not have snot on my corpse’s face,” Husk teased.

“You are a mbiserable drunkard, and I hate you- Snff!- I really do,” Alastor replied, blowing his nose a second time and struggling not to scowl at how damp his handkerchief was beginning to feel underneath his fingers. “Right back atcha,” Husk said, poking Alastor’s nose with a sly grin, watching his boss’s nose twitch helplessly. “Nghh…Gh-hhuh…H-Huhh- HNK’TSCHOO! H-uh’tzZZShhOO! Huh’ktSCHEW! H-huh’TSCHOO! Hnk’TschhhiEW!” Alastor sneezed, only able to hold his hands loosely in front of his face, paralyzed by the fit.

Husk winced, wiping off his face and wiping down the bar counter, “Fuckin’ hell, remind me to drink the rest of that disinfectant when I’m done cleanin’ this up, might be too late for you but I like breathin’ through my nose,” he grumbled.

“Snff-snff! Uch… I don’t think I’ve ever felt this… slimy or disorganized in mby entire life- Snfff!” Alastor said, blowing his nose again and trying not to think about how loose and wet it sounded, “I have no idea where all of it is even coming from.”

“Well, make yourself scarce, I’m not trying to find out,” Husk replied, pausing and turning to the front door of the hotel upon hearing it swing open, “Welcome back, Princess.”

“Hii, I’m so excited for some quality bonding time now that Cherri is staying with us! I haven’t been able to just relax and watch a movie in years,” Charlie said with a smile as Vaggie snuck behind her to head upstairs, “Is Angel back yet?”

“Nah, he’s still at work, but he said he’d try and make it here in time,” Husk stated, checking his phone to see if Angel had texted him anything new, “How’d the recruitment effort go?”

“Uhm, better! Some people seemed interested and actually kept the pamphlets I gave them, but a lot of people said they didn’t wanna touch my hand or get too close because they weren’t feeling well… which was surprisingly considerate for a huge group of sinners,” Charlie explained, rambling as she leaned against the back of the sofa in the parlor, “Half the people I spoke to either mentioned they thought they were sick or they looked sick… I don’t think I’ve ever seen that many sick people in one day.”

“Really?” Husk asked with a knowing smirk, “Somethin’ must be going around…”

“I guess so, yeah,” Charlie replied, “Alastor! How was the overlord meeting?”

“Oh it was alright- snff- a bit shorter than expected. Don’t think I came away with anything of note,” Alastor responded, holding his damp handkerchief behind his back and wrestling with the urge to rub his nose. It was so itchy.

“I can think of something… ” Husk muttered playfully, seemingly unbothered when Alastor whipped his head around to stare daggers at him.

“Has everyone thought about what movie they’re gonna suggest for movie night tonight?” Charlie asked, grinning and bouncing on her heels, “Because I have, and I’m so excited!”

“Ooo! I did! I did! I’m so excited, I haven’t been able to see it since I was alive!” Nifty exclaimed, dropping from the ceiling onto Alastor’s shoulders, clutching a feather duster. She was so preoccupied with thinking about which movie she’d picked, she didn’t notice her feather duster brushing against Alastor’s nose.

“HUH’PTSHOO! Huh’ptschiew! Hhn’ktshew! HHN’KTSHIIEW! Huh’PTSHHIEW!.... Oh mby goodness…snf-snf!...Ndiffty…” Alastor groaned, wetly blowing his nose and trying to avoid Charlie’s concerned gaze, “Don’t look at mbe like that.”

“Sorry- not looking, not looking,” Charlie replied sheepishly, averting her gaze from Alastor by staring at the carpet, “That just sounded… uhm… a teeny tiny bit-”

“Gross!” Vaggie called from upstairs, “The word she’s looking for is ‘gross’!”

Husk flopped onto his back behind the bar, struggling to contain his laughter.

“I was going to say ‘wet’... but I guess that works too,” Charlie said, shooting Alastor a nervous glance, “You feeling okay?”

Alastor narrows his eyelids, his grin still stretched across his face in spite of his angry eyebrows and puffy, miserable-looking eyelids to match his irritated and streaming nose, “Would you believe mbe if I said yes?” he asked knowingly.

“Not really, no, you sound awful,” Charlie admitted, quietly gesturing for Alastor to lean down, reaching out a hand and pressing her palm to the Radio Demon’s forehead when he reluctantly complied, “You feel warm, too. You probably just caught whatever’s going around, don’t worry!”

“I’ll try mby best not to,” Alastor replied, blowing his nose again and wincing at how wet the fabric was getting, “Snff-snff! Pardon me…”

Charlie looked at the sniffling overlord with concern, before getting back her typical kind smile, “You should take a hot shower and change into something more comfortable if you’re sick! By the time all of us get ready, Angel and Cherri will probably be back, and we can pick the movie for tonight!”

Alastor considered arguing, considered vanishing into a puff of shadowy smoke and reappearing in Cannibal Town to crash with Rosie, considered sprinting out the door and going into hiding… but he’d been found out, and all of the sneezing he’d been doing was definitely catching up to him, he was exhausted.

“Alright, I’ll be back down,” Alastor said with a nod, vanishing upstairs, but not before catching a sharp “Hnk-Tchoo!” with his handkerchief.

“I’m gonna go get ready, too,” Charlie said, turning to Husk, “You coming?”

“Nah, Angel just texted me on his break, I’m gonna ask him how the shoot’s going for a little while, I’ll catch up,” Husk replied, leaning against the bar counter and tapping slowly at his phone, shooting Angel a message and waiting patiently for a reply.

[Don’t forget about tonight… almost done filming?]

On the opposite side of Pentagram City, Angel stared at his phone, attempting to think of a response, only to peek over at his boss from the other side of the cameras.

Valentino was working through a plot hole that Travis left in the script- while lecturing Travis about it- and it was taking longer than expected. While they spoke, Valentino was also busy moisturizing and straightening Velvette’s hair to get her ready for an auction she was heading to that night.

Velvette typically had her assistants help with her hair, but she wandered downstairs to the porn studio because she had a headache and the vibrant lighting in her studio was making things worse.

Angel stared at the pair of overlords in silence while he tugged his underwear back on and tidied up his fluff with a hairbrush.

“Y’know what? Fuck it, nobody’s gonna notice the inconsistency anyways, if they’re watching porn for the plot, they’re doing it wrong,” Valentino conceded, rolling his eyes at Travis and taking a deep drag from his cigarette, smiling at the hit of nicotine before blowing out a large heart-shaped plume of smoke, his smile fading when he heard Velvette start to cough from her position in front of his legs, “Oh shit, sorry pequeñita, I forgot you hate the smell of these.”

Valentino took a second puff, blowing his next plume of smoke at the ceiling, only to stop upon hearing Velvette’s cough again: a persistent, hacking cough that forced Velvette to draw deep breaths in between bursts. Ashing his cigarette, Valentino used one of his hands to pat Velvette on the back.

“Fuck, Vel, you good?” Valentino asked, his attempts to help dislodge what he assumed was just something stuck in his colleague’s windpipe getting more intense.

“S-stop it,” Velvette wheezed, tucking her head into her knees and letting out a heavy barking cough that made her entire body vibrate, but seemed to alleviate the ticklish feeling in her throat, “Fuck…”

“That was a rough ass cough,” Valentino said, running his fingers through Velvette’s freshly-straightened locks and wincing at the searing heat he felt upon touching the side of her head, “-Shit, Vel, why didn’t you tell me I burned you?”

“You-” Velvette clenched her teeth to smother another coughing fit, “- you didn’t burn me…” she replied.

“You sure? It feels so hot right here, I just thought…wait a second…” Valentino paused, pulling off one of his gloves and pressing his bare palm against Velvette’s forehead, “Yeah… tienes fiebre, I think the auction is gonna have to wait for another time… how do you feel?”

“My head hurts, my throat hurts, I’m tired, and every time I breathe I feel like I need to cough,” Velvette complained, leaning back against Valentino’s legs, “This is horseshit…Hh’tshh! Hhn’tshh! Hnk’tshh!”

Valentino frowned, running his fingers through Velvette’s hair, “Okay people, that’s a wrap for tonight, see you tomorrow!” he announced, clapping to dismiss the film staff and the actors before gathering Velvette in his arms and turning on his heel to leave the studio, “Let’s get you something hot to drink and some comfy clothes, hm?”

“Put mbe down… Hnk’tshh!... I’b a grown woman,” Velvette hissed, pushing away from Valentino’s chest, only to lean against his shoulder after only a few seconds of protest, “Actually, nevermind…snff!... I’b too tired to walk. Fuck it.”

“Mmmhm, that’s why I picked you up,” Valentino teased as he walked, eventually vanishing down the hall and leaving Angel in the studio alone.

“Hell yes,” Angel cheered, hurrying to put on the rest of his clothes and texting Husk that he’d be home earlier than expected.

A couple of hours later, the group was gathered together on the sofa in the parlor, all cozied up in their pajamas.

Charlie and Vaggie reclined against one another, Angel stretched out across Husk’s lap, Niffty was seated in front of the sofa on the carpet, Cherri was sat in the armchair on the right side of the sofa, and Alastor was reclined in the armchair on the left.

“So, who gets to pick tonight’s movie?” Angel asked, petting Husk between his ears, listening to his partner’s satisfied purring.

“We drew straws, and Niffty won, so we’re watching…” Charlie began, turning to Niffty to wait for her selection.

“Singin’ in the Rain!” Niffty cheered, clapping her hands quietly, “It’s one of the last films I saw before I died!”

Charlie nodded, pressing play on the chunky CRT television in the parlor, and leaning against Vaggie as the film began to play.

Alastor blew his nose into his handkerchief, glaring at the wet fabric and conjuring himself a dry one out of thin air, moving to put it away before feeling a familiar building itch.

“Hnk’TSHH-iew! HNK’TShhiew! HNK’Tshh-iew! HNK’Zzzt!”

Charlie peeked over from her spot on the sofa, mouthing ‘Bless you’ at Alastor before returning her attention to the movie.

Alastor returned the gesture with a quiet nod, straining to avoid rolling his eyes at the idea of letting himself be so… vulnerable around these people. The Radio Demon silently thanked his lucky stars that Lucifer was on a brief whirlwind tour through the rest of Hell to get back in touch with the other sins, meaning that he wouldn’t be around to bear witness to Alastor’s embarrassing misery.

“HNK’Tshh! Hh’kzzhht! Hh’Kshoo!”

Alastor shivered, leaning back in his armchair and attempting to focus on the movie to take his mind off of the throbbing sensation in the back of his throat, or the incessant tickle in his sinuses. He couldn’t wrap his mind around why he suddenly felt so cold.

Lost in his thoughts, Alastor barely noticed it when something warm and soft was draped over his shoulders, and a bundle of warmth gathered in his lap. Upon regaining focus, Alastor noticed that someone had draped a blanket over him, leaving his arms free, and that KeeKee was curled up in his lap, purring softly.

Resigned to his fate, Alastor simply began stroking KeeKee’s back, the soft static in the background of the film and the cat’s blissful purring beginning to make him drowsy.

“Ooo! This is my favorite part! Alastor, look, this is the actor I said you looked like when we met!” Niffty whispered, eagerly tugging on Alastor’s pant leg to get his attention, only to be met with silence, “Alastor?”

Niffty looked up only to see Alastor relaxed and fast asleep, his back pressed against the armchair and his usual grin reduced to a soft, toothless smile. Congestion rumbled in his sinuses as he snored, his nose twitching every so often to fight the constant tickle threatening to disturb his slumber by making him sneeze.

“I’ll show him later,” Niffty whispered, hugging Alastor’s ankles and going back to watching the movie, “Maybe he’ll feel better tomorrow…”

#snz #snz fic #snz kink #illness kink #ha/zb/in ho/tel #gingey.rtf

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vincentscrumpet · 9 months

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High with my lover

Reader X Conrad Fisher

mostly fluff (Spicy fluff but still fluff) may or may not write a smutty part two

Reader and Conrad wake and bake.

It was a cool summer morning in cousins, you had been up all night tossing and turning thinking about Conrad.

So before sunrise you hurried down to the beach in your Pajamas and a jacket you found hanging up by the door.

As you near the end of the path, you notice a familiar tawny head of hair.

"Conrad what are you doing up so early?" You say with fake shock in. your tone.

He gives you a sassy look before responding

"I couldn't sleep"

you two really were like two peas in a pod.

"What's on your mind?" you ask softly

"its not important," he replies quickly.

You decide to leave it as there was a sense of seriousness in his tone, that softly told you to drop it.

You plop down next to him and silently sit in each others presence for a few minutes, before Conrad pulls out a joint and starts trying to light it.

"Dude it is 5:45 in the morning are you serious?"

"What its summer, It's not like I have anything better to do anyway." He defends himself

"Fair enough" you say and pull out a blunt of your own.

"What the fuck, since when did you start smoking y/n???"

"Pretty recently, it has the same effects as my anxiety meds without the horrible side effects." you shrug

He just stares at you for a minute as you light up and take a hit.

"Our moms are going to fucking murder me if we get caught." Conrad grumbles.

You just shrug once again and offer him a hit, he just chuckles and takes a long drag.

You can't help but stare as he exhales, there's something so sexy yet so wrong about watching your childhood best friend smoke.

"What, are you going to take a picture or something?" Conrad jokes

"Oh fuck off." you laugh and take the joint back.

Suddenly you get a brilliant idea. May it be the haze starting to wash over your mind? Maybe but brilliant none the less.

"Do you want to try something?" you ask

"Depends on what you have in mind..." He trails off

"Do you trust me?"

He just nods in response, his red eyes wide with anticipation.

You take a long drag from the blunt and Then kiss him while blowing the smoke into his mouth.

Conrad groans in appreciation and kisses you back, before exhaling through his nose.

"That was so fucking hot,"

He takes the blunt from between your fingers and does the same to you. He inhales the smoke and then grabs the back of your head and kisses you roughly while exhaling the smoke into your mouth as you had done to him seconds prior.

As you exhale the smoke he pulls you onto his lap.

"You know I think that was one of the best ideas you've ever had" he says in a raspy voice

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and rest your head in the crook of his neck to hide your blushing face.

"Don't get all shy now you started it Y/n." Conrad teases while pulling you back to look at you.

Your cheeks had gone vermillion at that point. You glance up into Conrads eyes and kiss him once more, this time he takes control and crawls over you, carefully laying your head down in the sand.

He gasps when you start to kiss his neck, and abruptly pulls back.

"Are you sure you're okay with this we don't have to do anything" Conrad states with a worried look in his eye.

" Believe me I want to, are you okay though?" You ask

He pulls back and sits next to you, "Okay promise not to laugh at me" He pleads

"Why would I laugh at you Conrad?" you say in a serious tone,

"Okay, this is sort of cheesy but I've wanted to do this for a really long time and well as hot as that was I want us both to be totally sober for this. I want to remember every single second of this"

you were too stunned to speak. Literally.

"Please say something you're freaking me out." Conrad says and pulls you closer.

"I feel the same way.. I love you Conrad.'

the two of you sit in comfortable silence and watch the sun rise the rest of the way before going back up to the house...

the end.. maybe. Let me know if you want a part two.

#conrad fisher #conrad x y/n #conrad x reader #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #jeremiah fisher #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher fanfic #team conrad #tsitp s2

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bowandcurtsey · 1 year

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Hi I love your works !!

could I ask for headcanons of nozel making his wife s/o cry and he feels very guilty and tries to make up for it and apologizes and stuff like that

You can choose whatever he could've said or done to make her cry

It's Nozel again!! You guys really love this ice king a lot don't you? Well, I love him too. He's so cute honestly.

Thank you for loving my works bby, means a lot to me that you love it so much to request (⊃‿⊂)

Characters: Nozel Silva x f! reader

"don't you think you're being very sensitive? You just like blowing things out of proportion too much. So what do you want now?"

It hurt you so bad, it felt like a spear went straight through your heart.

You know the feeling of someone squeezing your heart and there's a sharp pain that you can't even speak, so all you could do is clench at your heart? Yeah, that's the feeling.

You felt a pinch in your nose and the tear pricking at your eyes. You kept telling yourself that he was being an ultimate jerk right now and that you shouldn't even cry over this, you should just retort back or just punch him in his nuts right now.

But you couldn't. You loved him far too much that all you could do was just stand there gripping at your shirt with tears streaming down your eyes.

He saw that too and he immediately felt the remorse. Looking at you cry and wince in pain, BECAUSE of him, made him feel like he was the biggest scumbag in the world.

He mentally slapped himself for being such an asshole to someone that he loved and that loved him dearly.

He walked over to you, wanting to engulf you in a hug but you pushed him away. The resentment in your eyes was enough to break his heart into pieces.

How could he hurt you like that?

You stormed straight out of the room, telling him, "leave me alone."

But how could he? How could he just let you run out into the night like that? Of course he couldn't, especially since it was him that hurt you. So he quietly followed you from afar.

He hid his presence even after you stopped at a lakeside to bawl. But after 5 minutes, he couldn't help himself but to go up to you to drape his robe over you.

"sorry love, you really don't deserve this. You don't deserve a scum like me."

Of course you ignored him and so he stood there, a few meters away from you and quietly watched you from afar as you calmed down.

He slowly followed you home and tucked you into bed, constantly repeating words of apology.

The next day you felt slightly better but he didn't. He still tried to make it up to you.

He bought a huge bouquet of your favourite flowers. And then he had your favourite dessert and snack delivered to you.

He came to pick you up from wherever you were and he was already there waiting for you on his silver mercury eagle way before you were ready.

He constantly told you that he was sorry and how much you meant to him and that the words he said were unthoughtful and that it was nonsense and rubbish from his tongue.

He also said he would accept any form of punishment you would give him. Even if it meant him going out and "become unbecoming of a royal"

This went on for about a week until you had to tell him that you forgave him and that you were no longer upset about that matter.

You even had to comfort and console him, reminding him that you still loved him and that he was still and more than worthy for you.

He was pretty down and that you had to engulf him in cuddles and hugs and give him many kisses to reassure him that you were not tired of him and that you were not leaving him.

He promised not to ever make you cry again, but you stopped him from making that promise because "every couple would have their bad days and argument."

"I wound't give up on you unless you gave up on me, love." you had to hug him in your chest and stroke his hair to sleep.

"I would never let you go, my future wife to be." he whispered into you neck whilst he caged you in his arms.

#nozel silva x reader #nozel imagine #nozel x reader #nozel silva x you #nozel silva hcs #nozel x you #black clover headcanons #black clover imagine #black clover x reader #black clover scenarios #black clover fanfiction #black clover imagines

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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 year

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hmmmmm how about villain trying to calm down hero (who's so fed up w/ their job, snapped and tried to kill v nearly 5 minutes ago)?

“You’re a bit of a psycho, don’t you think?” It only added fuel to the fire which the hero was right now, forming two very, extremely, small pupils and a death stare that was in the last stage of actually working on the villain. They held up their hands in defense. “Just saying.”

“Psychopath doesn’t even mean crazy, you dumb fuck,” the hero spat before they punched the villain again, this time harder, hard enough for them to take a few steps back and hold their bloody nose. It wasn’t enough to wipe that smirk off their face, though.

“Gosh, someone didn’t have a good night,” the villain said, laughing as the blood ran down their fingers. They probably looked a little unhinged like this but they had also shot some politicians on live TV earlier this year…it couldn’t really get worse than that, could it?

“I’m gonna skin you alive,” the hero promised.

“I doubt you have the expertise to do that, but it would be cute to see you try.” The bleeding had only just begun but the villain lowered their hands and grabbed one of the many hidden knives their suit offered. “This is fun.”

Though the hero delivered another hard blow, the villain managed to block and twist their arm, putting enough force into it to make the hero hiss in pain. The villain smiled to themselves when they managed to disarmed their enemy and hold them close, arms pinning their bodies against each other. The hero was strong but they were also a very simple person. Predictable fighting patterns usually occurred after a while in battle.

Adorable, really. But not beneficial for winning.

Blood from their nose dropped onto the hero’s shoulder.

With a hum, the villain pressed a blade against the hero’s throat but despite the struggle, nothing happened, the hero’s back was touching the villain’s chest. Cursing, the hero tried to wiggle themselves free.

“You’re a feisty kitten today. Love it.”

“Fuck off,” the hero replied. However, the villain only chuckled and pulled them closer.

“So tense today, darling. What’s gotten you all worked up?” The hero continued to struggle but the villain could tell their fight lost its spark as exhaustion overwhelmed them. Weakly they clawed at the villain’s arm and let the back of their head rest on the villain’s shoulder. It was more like their fingers dug into them to stay on their feet but the villain thought that to be quite impossible right now.

“I hate you,” they whispered.

“Congrats, get in line,” the villain joked but only silence echoed. The hero stopped the theatrics and stilled, somehow holding onto the villain in a desperate manner.

“They killed my sidekick,” the hero said and the shaking of their voice turned into a broken melody. “Suicide mission. They killed them.”

Oh.

“Christ—” The villain let go of them and when the hero turned around, the villain saw the tears rolling down their face. “Holy shit, I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t want this,” the hero said. “I don’t know if I want to kill every single person in this city or if I want to forget and move on. Eating is difficult. Stop eating is difficult. I don’t know what’s going on. I feel this anger all the time and it makes me sick and it exhausts me.”

The villain knew that feeling all too well. After losing their first sidekick, they had decided to never work with anyone ever again. They knew the hero had successfully trained two sidekicks already.

One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a funeral.

“I’m sorry,” the villain said. “I’m really sorry.”

“I want to quit.”

“I don’t want you to.” The hero shot them an evil gaze.

“It’s not about what you want. It’s about what I want.”

“But if you’re quitting, I’m quitting and then I won’t have a job anymore,” the villain said. The hero seemed agitated again which was definitely better than being sad. Grief was messed up and the villain preferred being angry. “I need this job.”

“Then don’t quit?!”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Not everything is about you.”

“Alright. Revenge. We kill those who killed your sidekick,” the villain suggested and the hero…froze. Eyes wide, mouth open, very much quiet. “We work together and make them pay.”

They had never thought they’d say these words ever again.

#and then villain has a breakdown during the mission #obviously cuz the hero got hurt #writing snippet #heroxvillain snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request

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milla-frenchy · 8 months

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Roads part 6

4k6 | Joel Miller x fem reader Chapt summary: your relationship with Joel reaches the point of no return. Warnings: 18+ mdni. Dubcon somnophilia, masturbation, oral (f/m receiving), cum eating, unprotected piv, creampie, jealousy, angst, time jump a/n: penultimate chapter of the series. As always, thank you so much @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for reading and correcting me 💞💞💞🫂 Spotify playlist | ao3 | Series masterlist

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Part 5

The morning light that began to illuminate the room woke you up. You blinked before opening your eyes fully, and saw his face in front of yours.

Joel.

The love of your life.

He was turned towards you, and was looking at you, smiling.

“Hey, babe,” you said, nestling into his arms.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he replied, stroking and breathing in the scent of your hair.

You felt safe and loved in his arms. His sweetness made your heart flutter.

“How long have you been awake?”

“About 20 minutes. I was watching you sleep.”

You smiled and tilted your chin up to kiss his cheek tenderly, nuzzling your nose against his stubble. He held you tighter against him and kissed your forehead, before leaning towards you and sliding his nose against your neck, then your ear. He breathed harder, before nibbling your earlobe.

You still couldn’t understand how making love to each other was so rough, and every other moment between you was the sweetest. You felt him grow against you as your bodies pressed together.

“Well… hello you too,” you said, smiling.

“You have no idea how hard it was not to wake you up.”

“You could have,” you replied as you pressed your pussy against his cock.

“But if I did I wouldn’t be so… impatient. And now I want to lick your pussy and fuck you. I also want you to blow me.”

“What are you gonna start with?”

He smiled, with that feline smile you loved so much, promising wild times to come. He pulled the sheet aside, revealing your naked body except for your panties.

“I think I know…”

He pressed lightly on your shoulder to encourage you to roll onto your back, before kissing you then running his tongue along your neck. Your fingers tangled with his curls, while your breathing was already speeding up. After sucking on your nipples, he continued to move down your body, running his tongue through your navel, then reaching your mound, still covered by your panties.

“Joel…”

“Shh, don’t say a word.”

“Fuck…”

"Not a word!"

You bit your lip, as he began to lick your folds through your panties. You tightened your fingers in his hair and moaned, “Joel.”

“Shut up, or I’ll stop.”

“I can’t keep quiet if you do that!”

And... he stopped, and got up, standing at the foot of the bed.

“Joel please… that’s fucked up!”

“You are a naughty girl, who doesn’t obey. So too bad for you. I'm gonna jerk off while watching you. It will do the job I guess, although I would have preferred something else.”

"No Please! Don’t leave me like this..." Your eyes widened when you saw that he was REALLY starting to jerk off.

“Oh…my baby doesn’t want me to leave her alone?”

"No. So come back here, or I’ll find someone else to fuck me, if you don’t want to.” You didn’t have time to wonder if it was a good idea to play with him like that. He looked at you, without a trace of a smile in his eyes, but quickening the pace of his wrist.

"What did you say?"

Too late to take back what you just said.

“I said, don’t leave me like this.”

“No, that’s not what you said.” His gaze turned dark, but the tone of his voice made you think that he had understood your intention to play, even if it came a little more abruptly than you would have liked.

“I said… Come back, otherwise I’ll look for someone to fuck me, if you don’t want to.”

“You wanna play with me? Ok. Beg me. Beg me to come.”

"Come, please."

He licked his hand before starting to jerk off again, and said “oh you can do much better than that, baby girl.”

“Joel please… I need to feel you against me, I need you to make me cum and to feel your cock inside me.”

He smiled and said “that’s better, sweetheart”. He moved closer to the side of the bed, and said “You’re gonna fucking regret what you said.”

As your eyes locked on each other, you felt yourself falling even more in love with him. If it was possible.

He knelt between your legs, before grabbing the edges of your panties in his hands and ripping them off.

“I’m gonna give you what you want, but you’re gonna shut up” he growled before shoving your underwear into your mouth. He lay down with his head between your legs and spread your folds with his thumbs, while his index fingers tightened against your clit.

“Oh baby…I’m already drunk on your pussy, and I haven’t even started licking you yet.”

He pointed his tongue at your clit, teasing it with the tip. You arched your back and grabbed his head in your hands, while your moans were muffled by your panties in your mouth.

He slid his tongue to your wet hole and you craned your pelvis towards him, hoping he could push himself deeper into your pussy.

“You’re so greedy, baby” he said, before pushing his tongue into your pussy again, and running his thumb gently over your clit. His other hand was placed on your belly, lifting to the rhythm of your stomach jerking by his tongue movements.

He pulled out of your pussy, just long enough to slip two fingers in, then placed his lips around your clit, swirling his tongue against it. Your moans were muffled, your hands clinging to his hair, as your stomach kept contracting.

“You squeeze my fingers so tight, sweetheart…” he said, before removing the panties from your mouth.

“Come on baby, give it to me.” You groaned and scratched his skull. “Come on baby, cum on my fingers”

“Fuck…Joel…oh my fuckin god”

“It’s just me baby,” he said, smiling.

You felt the wave coming. Starting from deep inside you, before crashing against your clit and sweeping your core. Crushing your fingers like the sea crashes on the rocks. You had been coming for a long time, moaning against the back of your hand.

“Oh fuck…Joel. You are so good at this.”

He smiled as he moved up your body, his hands running along your hips before coming to cup your cheeks. He kissed you and slipped his two fingers into your mouth, which you sucked gently, removing all traces of your wetness.

“Come sit on the chair”

He stood up and held out his hand to lead you to the chair. He stood in front of you, his cock in front of your face.

“Now give me what I want, sweetheart”

You felt like you were already getting wet again, as your gaze looked up at him. You bit your bottom lip before licking it, and jerking him gently. You ran your tongue over his tip, feeling the taste of his precum. Then you took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue over the tip of his cock, before going halfway down his member and then back up to the tip.

“Good girl,” he said.

You took him out of your mouth continuing to jerk him off and asked, “Do you know how much I love sucking you off?”

He smiled and stroked your chin before replying “I know, sweetheart. You suck on my cock so well. I’ve never been so fulfilled, you know that?”

You smiled before taking him back into your mouth, moving your mouth lower and lower, towards the base of his cock. Once your nose was in his pubic hair, you kept him deep in your throat, your tongue caressing his shaft as much as you could.

“Fuck yeah baby… it’s so good.”

You pulled back and set a faster pace, with your mouth and your hand.

“I’m gonna cum baby. I…can’t stop it. I don’t want to stop it”

You looked at him and sped up your movement, until he froze in your mouth and began sending his shoots of hot cum down your throat.

He pulled back and held out his hand for you to raise, before taking you in his arms and kissing you, exploring your mouth with his tongue, mixing his saliva with yours, and the drops of cum that were still there.

“Now you're gonna cum a second time, before I fuck you. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I really want you to fuck me.”

“You have a nasty mouth baby… but we already knew that, didn’t we?”

You smiled, and couldn't help but say,

“Are you sure you’re gonna be able to make me cum twice in such a short time?”

He looked at you stunned, smirked, and said “Fuck, you’re really looking for a punishment, baby. Yes, I know I'm gonna make you cum a second time. I'm sure of it. I know what your pussy wants.”

And you looked at him, with an insolent look, just to play with him a little more, before adding “And you… are gonna be able to fuck me after this blowjob? Will you get hard again?”

“Oh, shit… You’re gonna regret your words. Sit.”

You sat down again.

“Spread your legs and show me your pussy”

You did what he asked you.

"Touch yourself."

“You’re cheating if I’m the one who makes me cum.”

“You slut… Don’t worry, I’ll be the one to do the work.”

You smiled, and slid your index finger into your pussy, before gently running it over your clit, while looking at him.

“Fuck, baby,” he said, approaching you before kneeling in front of the chair.

He spat on your clit and you smiled.

“You didn’t really need it though…” he said, before running his tongue from your pussy to your clit, in one slow stroke.

“Touch yourself while I fuck you with my tongue”

You started to rotate your clit again under your index finger, gently. You already felt your orgasm coming, and then you felt his tongue come up, and lick your clit and your fingers at the same time.

“Fuck, Joel…”

He groaned, continuing to run his tongue over your clit through your fingers.

“Now put away your fingers, leave it all to me.”

You grabbed his chin to make him look at you, and you licked your finger before digging your hands into his curls, pulling his face even closer to you.

His tongue on your clit, he pushed two fingers into your pussy. You groaned, and gripped his head with your nails. He moaned as the nails dug into his scalp.

You came a second time, hearing him telling you “that’s it baby, come again… you’re so fuckin wet, so ready for my cock.”

“Get up, sweetheart, I’m not done with you.”

You could barely stand on your legs, and he helped you while you were still lashing from the effect of your orgasm.

“Tired already?” he said, smiling.

“Fuck, Joel…”

“We’re gonna get there. You don't wanna play anymore? No more insolence?” He smiled and your expression revealed your defeat. He took your hand and you walked down the stairs before arriving in the dining room. He pressed you against the wall, sliding his two fingers inside you again and fingering you.

“Joel, too much…”

“Shut up”, he said, his cheek pressed into yours “just… shut up. Fuck.”

His breathing was heavy and you felt yourself falling deeper for him.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours Joel… all yours.”

His fingers still in your pussy, he cupped your cheek in his other hand, looked at you, and said “I love you.” You saw in his eyes the same thing that was in yours. A combustion.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart”

“Fuck me Joel, please.”

He led you to the dining room table, and lifted you up to sit on it. He grabbed his cock in his hand and thrust into you in one go, growling against your neck. He pulled back, on the verge of pulling out of you, and thrust in again, setting up a slow, deep rhythm.

“It was here,” he said, still pounding you, his face in your neck.

“W.. what was here?”

“The night at the restaurant where you said your ex called you, and I drove here, waiting for you to come home. We fucked on this table. And that's when I knew. That I loved you.”

You grabbed his face in your hands and looked at him so intensely that he stopped fucking you, his cock deep inside you.

"That night? So early?"

“My heart exploded in my chest like never before.”

You kissed him, before saying “fuck me Joel, please. Fuck me rough. I need to feel you deep in me.”

He nodded, spreading out and thrusting deep, before setting up a fast pace, putting his hands on your hips to go even deeper inside you.

“That’s what you want baby? My big cock fucking you?”

“Yes. Harder Joel, please.”

“Fuck…turn around.”

You bent against the table and he immediately buried himself all the way into you.

“Oh…fuck!”

"Is that what you want?"

“Yes…yes! Harder Joel!”

He fucked you like you wanted, hard and fast, his hands on your shoulders for leverage as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into your pussy.

“You’re a fuckin slut,” he said.

“Yeah…and you like that.”

It made him even crazier, picking up the pace even more and pounding against your cervix.

“You still want to look for someone else to fuck you, baby girl?”

You laughed before your laughter choked in your throat, under his hip thrusts. "No. No, I don't want anyone else. Come in me, Joel please. Fill me up. Wanna… wanna feel you.”

“Fuck…I’m gonna come, baby. You’re gonna have it all.”

“That’s it baby. Come inside me, give it all to me.”

“Fuck... oh fuck”

He came and collapsed onto your back, trying to calm his breathing.

“Jesus, what are you doing to me, sweetheart?”

He pulled out of you and you stood up before facing him and hugging yourself against him.

“I love you, Joel.”

You both went into the bathroom and showered.

While he was washing your hair, you said “I fell in love with you at the same time. I fell hard. And I don't want anyone else to fuck me. You know that, don’t you?”

“I know, baby.”

You kept falling for him, more and more. And you wondered if you could continue to fall without ever reaching the ground.

Tommy and Maria got married. A simple wedding. Sarah was there of course.

And you couldn't help but envy Maria. Maria and her wedding ring. Maria Miller.

You wanted to be Joel's, and you wanted him to be yours. Totally. You wanted more. Always more.

The four of you were eating at their place, and without realizing it you were staring at her wedding ring. You realized after a moment that silence had settled around you and looking up, you saw that all three were looking at you. Then Tommy looked at Joel, who cleared his throat.

“Oh…sorry I…was thinking about a work thing.”

You grabbed the dish to help yourself before passing it to Maria.

You and Joel drove away from home and went back to Joel's house. You went into the kitchen to get some coffee and while it was brewing you moved closer to the window to look out at the garden. Joel joined you and hugged you. You put your arms around him and rested your head on his shoulder, saying “I love this time of year.” The colorful leaves of yellow, red and orange were falling outside, covering the ground like a carpet. “Yeah, it’s beautiful”, he said.

You stayed together for a few minutes, Joel stroking your hair. Then he said “will you marry me, sweetheart?” You tensed up upon hearing these words, even wondering if you had misheard him. You pulled away to look at him, and his look showed that you had heard correctly.

“Joel, I…what?”

He smiled, and said “I love you. I want you to be mine. I want to call you Mrs. Miller.”

“Fuck Joel… Are you… sure?”

“I've never been so sure in my life. Are you gonna make me ask twice?” he said, smiling.

You looked at him for a long time, before answering “Yes, Joel. Fuck…Yes!”

You kissed, before hugging each other.

He took your hand, telling you the coffee would wait, and led you to the bedroom. A few minutes later, with his cock buried in your pussy and his gaze buried in your eyes, he said “Mine”, before sending his hot cum deep inside your pussy.

Days, then weeks passed. You were planning a simple wedding, followed by a honeymoon near the sea right after.

A few weeks before the wedding, you two went to a new pub, which had opened shortly before. You were chatting at a table when you heard a voice say your name behind you. You saw Joel's gaze turn dark. The same look that you had seen before, a long time ago, which you didn't like. You tried to catch Joel’s gaze, but it was fixed on something behind you.

You swallowed before turning around.

“Hi, Stefan.”

“Hi, I saw you, from the other side of the room and I couldn’t help but come to say ‘hi’.”

You smiled and asked him how he was.

"Great! Still with my band. We’re doing quite a few concerts at the moment, it’s going well.”

"Awesome! I am happy for you."

“We were talking, man.” You widened your eyes, turned to Joel saying, “Joel?! That's rude…."

“More than inserting himself into a conversation?”

Stefan chuckled.

Joel's chair creaked against the floor as he stood up and moved closer to Stefan. You stood up suddenly and said “That’s enough!” Joel finally looked at you, but you couldn't change his gaze. Black and aggressive. You came between the two of them to intervene, the tension that emanated had made the whole room silent.

“I think you should leave, Stefan.”

“Sure,” he said. He looked at Joel, and smirked, before saying, “You know who I am, right?"

“We’re leaving,” you said to Joel, grabbing his arm.

Joel followed you, to your surprise.

You didn't say a word in the car. Your jaw was clenched, and Joel was furious. You felt it, without looking at him. You arrived at his house, you threw your bag on the sofa before pressing your hand to your forehead.

“Did you really date that jerk?” Joel asked.

“Oh really? Are you asking me this because he behaved like an ass? Looks like you two have a common denominator.”

Joel gave you a look that showed only anger.

“Maybe he would have been less of an ass if you hadn’t reacted like that? Didn’t that occur to you, Joel?”

"Really? Was it me who acted like an asshole? He knew what he was doing when he came up to talk to you.”

You looked at the ground and shook your head, before saying “I can’t do this again. I fucking told you Joel, not this shit again.”

“What decent guy comes to the table of a woman he's been with, when that woman is with someone else? Who does this?"

“Just because he acted like that doesn’t mean you have to react the way you did. I’m not a fucking trophy, and both of your toxic masculinity pisses me off.”

He took off his jacket and threw it to the ground, furious.

“Joel, you’re overreacting. And I'm not gonna watch that. If I leave this house, it's over. I’m not coming back, ever.”

He looked at you, his jaw clenched.

“Come to bed,” he said before heading to the bedroom. Seeing that you weren't following him, he turned around. “Please,” he said.

You hesitated before following him. You undressed, took a sleeping pill and went to bed without a word or a gesture towards him. Facing away from Joel, with him lying on his back.

You fell asleep quickly, while Joel stared at the ceiling and the moonlight shadows. Unable to sleep, he got up and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He looked out at the garden by the window, his hands resting on the sink, and shook his head.

He sat down on the couch and turned the TV on, staring at the images he wasn't even seeing. When he looked up at the clock, several hours had passed.

He returned to the bedroom, and from the doorway he watched you sleep. Lying on your back. His cock became hard.

He knew he shouldn't. That broken communication was not an encouragement to come fuck while you were sleeping. But the more he looked at you, the harder he got. His need for possession took over his thoughts. He approached the bed and pulled back the sheet. You didn't move, deeply asleep thanks to the meds you had taken. He spread your legs and sat down, his head level with your crotch. He looked at you, hesitant. And he spread your pussy with his fingers, before coming to lick it with his tongue, running it through your folds.

You woke up with a warm feeling between your legs. You had trouble understanding where you were. And then you recognized the furniture around you, Joel's room. You looked down and saw his head between your legs.

“Fuck Joel… don’t… don’t do that”

He didn’t answer. He just put an arm around your leg and placed his hand on your stomach, while he started jerking off with his free hand.

You felt tears welling up in your eyes. Unable to stop him, as if you felt this would be the last time he would be between your thighs.

“Lemme… lemme make you come, honey, ok? Please, sweetheart.”

You placed your hands on his head before sliding them through his hair, to let him know that he could continue. He held you tighter against him and buried his face in your pussy, licking you as deep as he could. He stopped jerking off, and pushed his index and middle fingers into your pussy, before focusing on your clit with his tongue. He swirled it around, and fucked you with his fingers.

You felt your orgasm coming, and Joel felt your walls clench around his fingers. He growled, triggering your orgasm as you squeezed his curls with your fingers.

He came back up to you and looked at you. Tears ran down your cheeks.

“Oh, baby…” he said.

"Shut up. Fuck me Joel.”

You grabbed his cock in your hand and pulled him inside you, thrusting your pelvis forward to make him go deeper. He flipped you over so that you were straddling him, and you began to ride him, tilting your pelvis to rub your clit against his lower stomach.

You looked at each other but the same despair filled your eyes. You buried your head in his neck, and despite your sensitivity linked to your previous orgasm, you made yourself cum against his cock in a few minutes. You tried holding back your tears.

“Damn, baby” he said, before placing his hand on your cheek.

“Don’t,” you said. You pulled out of him and laid on your back. “Fuck me, Joel. Please.”

He didn't move.

“Joel?”

“I can’t, sweetheart. I’m… I’m sorry.”

You looked down at his cock, barely half hard.

“I can’t when I see you like that.”

He took his head in his hands, while you pulled the sheet over you, sitting against the headboard.

“Joel, help me please. I really don't know what to do here. Tell me... tell me it won't happen again. Tell me that you have enough confidence in yourself, in me, in us, that this won’t happen again.”

He looked at you before getting up and putting on his jeans. “Do you want to put on some clothes? So that we can talk about it in the dining room?”

You wiped the tears from your eyes and put on his T-shirt and some shorts. “I need a coffee,” you said, before going into the kitchen. You needed to calm down to avoid panic.

Once ready, you went to join him in the dining room. Sitting down in the chair facing the couch he was on.

You were drinking your coffee, before he said “I’m... I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“Don’t do that, Joel.”

“I can’t promise you it won't happen again. I know it will.”

You placed your cup on the coffee table, unable to look up.

“You can’t even make an effort for us, Joel. What is that supposed to say about our relationship?”

You looked at him, waiting for him to speak, but heard nothing. You were facing an empty shell.

“Why did you ask me to marry you?”

"Because I love you. Because I hoped."

There was silence before he added, "I'm not the right person for you."

Your tears fell and you said again "Don't do this Joel, please. Fight for us. Please."

"I did. It's pointless."

“Fuck you.”

"I'm pointless. Not us."

“You’re pathetic.”

You got up and walked towards the bedroom. He got up and grabbed your wrist but you pulled your arm out of his clutch, saying “don't touch me.”

You got dressed and gathered your things, before returning to the room.

“You know what you’re doing? You give up because you think it will be easier if we’re apart than if we are together. You prefer the pain of separation to that of trying, of giving us a chance. You're a fucking coward."

You walked towards the door but he got in the way.

“Our relationship was the best thing that had ever happened to me, sweetheart.” You laughed nervously. He added “You've made my life amazing.. But I'm consumed. As much by my feelings for you as by my jealousy. We talked about it a lot, and you helped me. You tried to help me. But it consumes me from the inside. And I know I won't be able to put out this fire. I'm afraid of losing you, afraid that someone could take you away from me."

“And so you’re gonna let me go, just to convince yourself that you’ve been right all along?”

"No, that's not it."

"Of course it is."

You moved towards the door but he stopped you and grabbed your wrist again. You tried to pull your arm away but he was holding you too tightly.

“No, Joel. You can't touch me. Not anymore.” You pulled again and he released his grip.

“Don’t call me. Don’t text me. Don’t make me change my phone number.” You picked up your purse, and looked at him one last time before leaving.

A few weeks after the separation, you asked to join a branch of your group society in another city. You moved. Not wanting to risk running into Joel again. Even seeing Tommy was hard for you.

3 years had passed since you left. You were on your way to visit Tommy and Maria, who just had a child. You would have preferred not to come, but you didn't want to ask them to come to your house, to force them to travel with their baby. You asked Tommy not to tell Joel you were coming. And you hoped you wouldn't run into him.

You were happy to see Tommy and Maria again. Your heart sank when you saw their baby. Seeing a part of life you could have had. You brushed the idea from your mind.

They asked you if you would be the godmother of their child. But you didn't know if you could.

You left their house to go to your hotel. You parked your rented car at the hotel, and while walking to the entrance, you heard a voice that you would recognize among a thousand behind you,

“Hey, sweetheart.”

Part 7

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delcakoo · 2 years

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hey ema I dunno if your requests are still open but I was wondering if you could make a scenario in where reader is studying at a café for her periodic exam, and jungwon is a barista if that made sense haha. so like barista!jungwon x fem!reader ehrejerje

how are you? how's school? currently studying😔😭

helloo love, i have a cold rn but i’m alive T-T ty for asking jsjndjs, my requests are closed but since i need a distraction from blowing my nose every 5 seconds.. here u go <3 and good luck studying! me and jungwon are cheering for you!! (SOFT HOURS ARE CLOSED!)

9:51PM — you simply refuse to take a glance outside the small cafe’s window. it would only be a reminder that you’d just spent your entire, precious saturday afternoon studying things that were, frankly, a bunch of nonsenical bullshit.

but either way, this was the school system — you had no other choice but to continue copying notes onto your cue cards and sighing at the low humming emitting from your laptop, the poor device practically screaming, ‘give me a break you lunatic!’.

the only thing keeping you sane throughout the whole night spent in the now dreadfully empty cafe was the cute boy who’d been serving you since you arrived, and perhaps your cup of coffee that was sat depressingly on the table in front of you.

when you finally look up from your notes, you realise it’s only the two of you left in said coffee shop. jungwon, his name tag read, was now wiping down the tables, sleeves pulled above his elbows and coal shaded hair bouncing everytime he strokes the wood clean.

he seems to be at peace and strangely satisfied with what he’s doing, taking his sweet time to wash every corner, contrary to most employees who’d probably be doing a half-assed job by now in hopes of closing up quicker.

it seems he must’ve felt your staring; soft cat eyes with a hint of exhaustion raising to meet your own equally as tired ones.

jungwon sends you a smile, so you offer him a perk of your own lips in return.

before you can greet him, he catches you off guard in the worst way possible, “what’s the political ideology with one dictator that controls the lives of—“

“fascism!” you blurt before he can even finish, immediately flushing in embarassment. the boy swiftly bends over in laughter, nose scrunching adorably and a dimple poking through the apple of his cheek.

“oh my god, you’re crazy!” he cackles, leaning on the table with a disbelieving gaze in your direction.

you giggle as well almost painfully, resting your head in your palms. “stop, i’m going insane. all i can think of is politics now,” you wince. “how’d you know i was studying that?”

jungwon gives you a smirk that makes your heart flutter involuntarily, “dunno, maybe ‘cause i’ve been watching you sit there since what.. three, two pm?”

you groan, “don’t remind me.”

the raven haired boy sends you a sympathetic glance before picking up his washcloth, continuing to scrub the table in front of him. despite the fact his arms must be aching by now, jungwon puts just as much effort into his duty as before. your eyes shimmer with admiration, watching him bite his lip in concentration.

“once i’m done with these last tables, i can help you go over it one more time before closing.” you jump slightly at his sudden suggestion, almost getting lost in the comforting sight of this stranger.

you raise a hand in disagreement, “oh, no, you must be dying to go home, you don’t have to do that.”

“true,” jungwon admits, “but.. i don’t wanna say bye to you yet.” an unreadable glint is in his eyes as he stares down at you from across the cafe, the ends of his lips perking up in amusement at your gaping expression.

what does that mean? your heart pounds faster in your chest, gulping down an incoming burst or butterflies.

“o-oh. in that case, me neither.” you find yourself fidgeting like you’re back in high school, talking to your first crush.

he beams at your words, “great, give me five minutes.”

at that moment, you decide that you’ll definitely be coming back to this cafe, exam or not.

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prurjent · 2 years

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Aki Hayakawa

Birthday Part 2

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Contains: smoking, shotgunning (weed, because cigarettes smell horrible) switch aki, fem reader, Male receiving, slight bondage, backshots, spanking, impatient Aki

“Don’t worry about her, we’ll take her home.” Denji held the drunk Kobeni on his back.

“Yea! We are responsible” power commented.

“Don’t be dumb, you two are like 5 year olds.” Aki rolled his eyes. “How will you get back to the apartment. Neither of you can drive”

“It’s okay. They can stay there and we’ll get them in the morning.” You smiled as you whistled for a cab.

“That was hot….” Denji spoke as he watched the cab instantly pull over.

“Watch your eyes you bastard.” Aki plucked his nose. “Don’t do anything stupid or wreck her house while she’s out cold.”

Power got in the car as you leaned on the passenger window negotiating with the driver. You smiled paying him after giving him the directions. Denji thanked you as you waved them off.

“Welp, thanks to my looks I got a good deal and paid less for the ride.” You laughed as aki held the passenger door open for you.

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“So where’s my present?” Aki asked as he sat down, loosening his tie. You walked in the closet 5 minutes ago and he was getting tired from all the good food. He laid down on his back placing his forearm over his eyes.

“So how was the food? Does my family live up to the reputation every time?” You smiled opening the closets door leaning in the doorway.

Aki sighed lighting up the blunt that he had rolled earlier, taking an inhale before sitting up. “They always do, but my favorite thing they made. Is definitely you-” his sentence was cut short as his eyes made contact with you leaning on the doorway.

There you stood in the doorway, wearing nothing but lingerie. It was his favorite color dark blue, it fit every curve on your body. Aki’s mouth tan dry as he stared at you walking towards him, no matter how many times he’s seen you, you just keep getting more and more beautiful. He loved every inch of you, no matter how you looked.

He was so mesmerized he didn’t even notice you taking the blunt from his hands till you took a pull. He swallowed hard as you blew the smoke out towards the ceiling, his eyes traveling down your jaw to your collarbone, he licked his lips as his eyes dropped to your breast.

“You know.. it’s not nice to stare.” You smiled as you placed a hand on his chin, rubbing his bottom lip with your thumb. You let your hand fall to his tie balling it up with your fist. You took another pill from the blunt before pulling Aki in for a kiss. His soft lips met your as you opened your mouth blowing smoke into his.

Aki inhaled in before he fell back on the bed blowing out the smoke. You smiled as you kissed his jaw handing him the blunt again. You straddled his lap feeling him getting hard as each second passed. “Oh I almost forgot.” You smiled getting up running out the room.

“Happy birthday to you.” Aki looked over at you as handed him a cupcake. He blow out the smoke as you fed him a bite before putting it on the dresser. You knew he wasn’t big on sweets he mostly like bitter stuff.

“You didn’t have to get me one.” He put the blunt out placing both hands on your hips as straddled him again.

“Shh, just relax and enjoy the moment.” You placed a finger in his lips, then you noticed the frosting on the side of his lips, leaning forward and licking the sweet substance up Aki gripped your hips. Placing soft kisses down his neck as his hands guided you to grind on him. He was enjoying this, one of his favorite birthday gifts so far.

You took of his shirt tracing down till you made his way to his pelvis, unbuckling his jeans and sliding them off, you watched as his dick sprung up dripping with precum. You felt your mouth water at the sight in front of you, you wrapped a hand around him, the feeling was warm as you felt his veins pop out.

“Fuck! Your taking too long.” He sat up looking at you on your knees. “I want to unwrap my present already.” He grabbed you by the throat pulling you on the bed. You laid flat on your stomach in shock that he snapped so quickly. “Aki wait-”You felt his hands rip off the thong before you moaned as his tongue came in contact with your folds. “Aki.. I’m supposed to treating you.” You moaned out as his index finger ran down your spine causing you to shiver slightly.

“You are treating me, now let me handle the rest.” He tightly gripped your ass forcing you to arch more, he ran a finger down your wet folds, he pulled his finger back and wrapped his tongue around his finger. “Amazing” he placed a kiss on your clit before pressing two fingers in you, his fingers curled brushing against your walls, this felt different from in the restaurant this angle was entirely different.

He pulled his fingers out staring at how wet they were before leaning forward opening your mouth with his clean hand, “say ahh” he smiled as you stuck out your tongue licking his fingers. “There you go beautiful.” He pulled his fingers back moving between your legs again and stuck his tongue between your folds, you instantly melted feeling his warm tongue.

Your hands gripped the sheets as you subconsciously moved your hips to work with his movements but that suddenly stopped when you earned a slap on your ass making you yelp. “Don’t move.” He said sternly using a finger to play with with your clit. Your toes pointed as you dug your face in the covers, a hand reached grabbing his hair making him moan, the vibrations causing you to clench around his tongue getting close.

But Aki didn’t let you as he pulled away, his mouth wet, some dripping down his chin onto his bare chest. He took off pants, eagerly when you looked back you gasped in shock at him slamming into you without warning. You fell face first into the bed, you reached a hand back to press on his abdomen to get him to slow down since you were close but he slapped you Mr hand and pulled his tie off wrapping it around your neck.

Holding the other end he tightly held the tie as your head was held up and back stayed arch due to the pulling. You were trying to form sentences but you couldn’t as you repeatedly thrusted into you, your toes curling as you released but that didn’t stop Aki as he kept going. “Come on love, we got all night. Minus well enjoy it right?” He smirked watching as his cock disappeared with each thrust and your ass giggling every time it hit his hips.

“Fuck.” He muttered spitting letting it drip down your ass onto his cock allowing him to go faster.

“A-Aki slow down” you moaned hoarsely but he just pulled the tie tighter making your mouth fall open and tongue fall out.

“What? Don’t pretend you don’t like it?” He said as he felt your walls clenching around him. “Come on beautiful I know you can be louder than that” he slowed down his pace giving you time to catch your breath. But this was worse, now he was going painfully slow, you were already sensitive from him twice today and he was being rough not that you didn’t like it.

Aki pulled out as he felt himself coming, he pushed your hips gently to lay you on your back as he came on your stomach and chest, he sighed, to himself as he watched you catch your breath. “Ready for round two?” He didn’t give you time to answer as he placed a pillow under your hips at an angle and lifted your legs up before thrusting into you.

“Fuck!” You moaned as loud as could. You felt your eyes roll back as your toes curled. Aki laughed kissing your ankles as he watched your breast bounce his cum dripping down the side of your stomach.

This truly was a sight for him, and he did not stop till he saw the sun come up completely.

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1986harrington · 2 years

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DAY 10: Steve Has a Cold

He tried to stand, but he literally didn't have the strength to pull himself from his sunken position in the sofa. He huffed in annoyance, and you dropped yourself down onto his lap to kiss the scowl from his lips. "Hey, hey, back up. I don't wanna make you-" "Sick? Huh, that's weird, given how totally fine and healthy you are?" You teased, nudging the glass of water and medicine that he still hadn't taken from you into his chest with a soft smile.

"But baby, you're sick." You tried to reason, exasperated and knowing it was futile when it came to your chronically stubborn boyfriend.

"I told you, I'm fine, alright? I'm not-" Steve croaked, voice sounding rough and strained before it was cut off with a sneeze, his eyes squeezing shut and hair falling messy into his eyes with the force of it. "-sick."

"Uh huh. Super convincing there, Stevie. Back to the sofa, let's go."

You hauled at his forearm, dragging him over towards the couch and nudging him down onto it.

Maybe if he'd had the strength in his limbs to hold himself upright, he'd have fought you a bit harder. But every muscle felt achey and heavy, he could barely lift his arms or walk without dragging his feet. His head was pounding, a dull ache that started in the centre and spread out to his temples, making his eyes sore and blurry and he huffed in breaths through his stuffy nose. His throat felt like he'd swallowed broken glass, rough and raw and you were sure his voice was about to go any minute now. His temperature was all over the place too - one second, he's pulling his sweater off, sweating and complaining he's too warm. The next, he's pulling the blanket off the back of the couch to drape over his shoulders, asking if you think it's freezing in here too.

"I can't just sit here. Dustin gets back from visiting Suzy tonight. I'm suppose to pick him up at bus station in like an hour-"

"I'll do it, don't worry about it." You state firmly, lifting his glass of water from the coffee table and popping a cold & flu tablet into your palm before extending both to him.

"Nuh-uh, I don't want you driving all the way out to that part of town on your own in the dark. What if you break down, huh? No offence, babe, but your car's a piece of shit."

"Hey-"

"Or what if you blow a tyre? Or hit a deer, or-"

"And what if any of those things happen to you, hm?"

"Well then at least it would be me walking along an unlit road in the dark, flagging down potentially shadey truck drivers for a ride and not you."

You tried not to laugh, knowing he was being serious and genuine in his concern for you, but his voice was all nasally from the congestion and he sounded like a 5 year old.

"Steve, baby, I think you're catastrophizing a little."

"Damn right I'm catastrophizing. This is Hawkins, remember? We need to be prepared for all worst case scenarios at all times."

"Hey, hey, back up. I don't wanna make you-"

"Sick? Huh, that's weird, given how totally fine and healthy you are?" You teased, nudging the glass of water and medicine that he still hadn't taken from you into his chest with a soft smile. He finally caved, popping the pill into his mouth and taking a swig from the glass.

"Good boy," You praised, pressing a quick kiss to his lips and he groaned, head dropping back against the couch as he closed his eyes.

"Max's school bag..." He said, voice sleepy as he verged on passing out.

"Huh?" You asked, hand coming to rest on his cheek sweetly.

"She left it at the Wheeler's on Friday after school. I brought it back here 'cause she's gonna need it for school tomorrow. I was gonna drop it off but..." He trailed off into a yawn, sinking further into the couch.

"I'll take it with me and drop it off on my way back from Dustin's, okay? Don't worry about it."

You ran a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes, and taking a second to admire him while his eyes were closed. You leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his forehead before slipping off his lap.

He was practically asleep already, just quietly mumbling as you eased him onto his back to lie down across the couch, head propped on a pile of pillows at the end. You tugged the blanket up from where it had bunched up at the opposite end, pulling it up to cover his chest and shoulders, and he finally settled.

You leaned over him and grabbed your keys from the table beside his head, and he muttered something about you being careful and hurrying back into the pillow his face was now pushed against. You made him a quiet promise to be as quick as you could, before grabbing Max's bag from by the door and heading to bus station to collect Dustin.

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sirens-sanctuary · 11 months

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Deception

. Miguel Ohara x fem!reader

. FWC (final word count): 5619

. TW: Attempted suicide, violence, a small bit of angst, hating your parents?

. (this is gonna have multiple parts :3, and this is very much a slow build story sorrrry)

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There you were. Standing on the ledge of HQ, staring down at the ground below you.

The wind was blowing calmly through your hair, a soothing feeling.

You stood there, eyes shut just thinking. You breathed in calmly, and out shaking.

You want to feel something. Anything at all.

You heard him call out your name. Thats when you leaned forward and allowed yourself to fall, letting go of your worries, and the tinge of betrayal you felt.

You let yourself fall, not shooting out a web to catch yourself. You opened your eyes, seeing the ground get closer and closer to you, almost. As the wind rushed between your fingers, you began to think.

'Why am I here?'

You shut your eyes again, the ground so close, as if you could caress the pavement. Images surging through your mind, taking you back. Way back.

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[1 month prior]

"What do you mean I can't draw anymore money out? It's my money- is it not?" You asked the bank teller, annoyed that she won't help you.

"I'm sorry sweetie, but without you having some kind of steady income I can't draw out more money for you. I know this was left to you by your parents but the businesses that they had open aren't functioning anymore. I'm sorry I really am." The bank teller tells you regrettably, placing her hand on top of yours.

You flicked her hand off yours and looked down in your lap, "Okay, so you're saying if I get a job I can get more money out?"

"Yes-" You stood up before she could say anything else blurting out a 'thanks' and storming out of the bank.

You thought about how your parents screwed you up. You hated them with every part of your being.

They tested on you as a kid, shoving test tubes in and out of you, pricking you with needles, feeding you disgusting liquids and serums, hooking you up to machines and moniters.

They tested on you with spider venom and blood. Exposing you to dangerous amounts of radiation and gamma rays. As much as you tried not to think about the torture you went through as a kid, wishing you could only remember small bits and pieces. But unfortunately, you remember everything.

The testing they did on you gave you spider-like abilities. You could climb walls, shoot out webs from your wrist, made you extra sensitive to sounds, you could feel the vibrations of everyone walking and other things alike. Just something your parents cursed you with.

Your parents died. They were killed, probably pissed someone off. 'Deserved' You thought to yourself. After they died you had to live with your uncle Micheal and his shitty girlfriend Beth. Uncle Mike died too, you were more than upset. He was your rock and *poof* he was gone. His girlfriend moved on and wanted nothing to do with you, you were cool with that.

Dragging yourself from your thoughts you opened up the door to a diner. The sweet smell of buttercream pancakes and syrup flood your nose, the smell so strong you could almost taste the bacon.

You sat down at a booth and waited for a waitres to come up to you.

After about 5 minutes, a short blonde woman with a round face came up to you with a pen and pad.

"What can I getcha darling?" She had a sweet southern accent, surprising since you're in the north. Her name tag said, 'Donna' in pretty cursive writing.

"I'm uh- I'm actually wondering if I could get a job here?"

Her eyes widen slightly, but smiles softly.

"Yes of course sugar~ I'll be right back!"

You smile back at her and watches as she trails to the back of the diner.

As people begin to place their tips down and leave you realize how small and empty the place is.

The lady comes back with an equally as short and stubby man. A tall and lanky man comes out from the kitchen as well with a broom, he gives you a toothy grin.

'I'm gonna like it here.'

[2 weeks later]

You were wiping down tables and brushing crumbs on the floor. The lanky man you first met 2 weeks ago hands you a bottle of vinegar.

"Thanks Randy." You give Randall, or Randy as you like to call- him a smile when you grab the bottle from him. You spray small spurts on the table and wipe them down.

John; the stubby man from before, walks out from the kitchen and grabs a remote. He points the remote towards the small box tv in the corner of the diner and places his hands on his hips, flicking between channels before stopping on the news.

"Oh my god..." Donna says as she drops the broom on the floor and brings her hands to cover her mouth.

You flick your eyes up to the box tv, hearing everyone's cries coming from it. The sound of the news reporter being drowned out as you look at the villain on tv.

She's nothing you've ever seen before. She's different than the other villains you usually fight.

She was a tall, 7-8 feet. She was semi-reptile with dark green hair and piercing yellow eyes.She was scaling the side of the empire state...

It looked like she didn't belong here...

You snapped out of your trance and began to speak up.

"I uh I have to um go- I have to uh... i have a doctors appointment."

You began to rush towards your bag, the bag that has your spider suit in it.

"Johnny we should just tell her we know.." Donna says in a hushed voice.

You freeze in your tracks.

'They know? How do they know?' You weren't going to lie to them anymore. After these long two weeks Randy, Donna and John have become your...third family.

"H-how?" You say walking into the bathroom with your stuff. You slipped out of your work uniform quickly and put on your spider suit. You walk out the bathroom with your mask in hand looking at their faces.

"You leave at odd hours, or whenever someone is attacking the city," Randy speaks up giving you a somber look.

"I'm the one that brought up the bruises to everyone, wanted to make sure I wasn't the only one that saw them." John says chuckling a little to lighten the mood.

'I could've hidden those better' You think to yourself as you pull your mask on.

"Well. Guess it's out then. I'll be back, I always am."

You ran out of the diner, but looked back and waved before you slung out a web and pulled yourself away.

You swing from rooftop to rooftop, getting as close as you can to Empire state. You didn't even think as you swung yourself onto the building, scaling up the building faster than you ever have. The sounds of people screaming and glass breaking flooding your senses, your muscles screaming at you to stop climbing.

"HEY." You scream as you ram your foot into the reptiles face, barreling her inside the building.

"Who the fuck are you- what are you?"

"Fia." She growls her name at you as she lunges forward, gripping you in between her large hands.

You two are falling through the air, getting closer and closer to the ground.

You punch at Fia but she doesn't let go.

You begin to tear up, thinking this may be your last time alive. You claw and scratch at Fia but she doesn't let up, she smiles devilishly at you.

You shut your eyes.

You feel a strange warmth and light engulf you.

You hit the ground hard causing you to scream out.

You cough and roll over to your side, you peel your mask off and open your eyes taking in your surroundings.

'Where the hell am I..?'

You hear Fia yell, saying something along the lines of let me out. You turn over and see her stuck inside a red-like net and other...Spider-people? around her.

"Are you ok?"

You whip your head back around as you hear a husky voice beside you.

It's a man with sharp features and tan skin, hair slightly below his ears, he's..cute.

"What the fuck~" You slur and say with a confused look before falling back and passing out, everything fading to black...

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 1 year

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Personal Nurse- S.Rogers

Summary: Steve's wife is sick with the flu, instead of going to the Avengers holiday party, he stays in with his wife and takes care of her.

Pairings: Steve x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Illness(the flu), Steve is a sweetie, female reader, one use of Y/N, (Let me know if I missed any)

Author's note: I am 3 days behind but I will try to get as many fics out as I can. I am sick at the moment and trying to get better before Friday because I'm going to a concert. My asks are open if you have any questions, suggestions or feedback.

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Word count: 739

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A few days before the Avengers annual holiday party, she had started to feel off. When she woke up in the mornings, she was congested, then came a cough, then a sore throat, then the sneezing and finally came the fever paired with cold sweat and the chills. The day of the party was the worst day, her fever had hit a peak, her body was achy, she was blowing her nose every 5 minutes and she couldn’t sleep. She was so ridiculously uncomfortable. When she first started to feel sick, her husband, Steve, was quick to pick up on it. She denied being sick, just blaming it on the cold weather and the dramatic shift in temperature.

He realized not even a day later that she had the flu, she just didn’t want to admit it. Instead of attending the party like they originally planned, she stayed in bed and Steve was there to take care of her. Of course she insisted that he go to the party without her, that she would be okay by herself but that turned out to be completely false. Steve, reluctantly, left for 10 minutes only to be called back by Friday. He so badly wanted to say ‘I told you so’ but he held his tongue, he would wait until she was feeling better.

“What can I do for you, sweetheart?” Steve asked sympathetically. He had taken a wet washcloth and gently wiped the sweat off of her forehead. She just grumbled, whenever she was sick she got grumpy, something Steve adored oddly enough. “Do you want me to help you shower? We have the vapor tabs from the last time you were sick. It might help you breathe better,” He offered. This time, instead of getting a grumble, he got a gentle nod, her arms reaching out to him. Steve let out a chuckle but gladly picked up his wife and brought her into the bathroom. The two showered together under hot water, a vapor tab helping with opening her sinuses. Steve washed her hair, washed her body and her face and once they were out, he did her skincare for her and lathered her up with lotion.

Once she was redressed, only wearing one of Steve’s shirts, she was back in bed. This time Steve had joined her, holding her tightly to his chest. “You feeling any better?” He asked her.

“A little bit, thank you, bubs,” She gave him a tired smile before resting her head over his heart. She managed to fall asleep within 5 minutes of laying there. He didn’t move for some time, afraid to wake her up, but once he knew that she was in a deep sleep, he slipped out of the bed and made his way to the med-bay where Helen and Bruce were chatting away.

“Hey Steve! Is there something you need?” Helen asked him once she noticed his presence in the room.

“Yeah, actually. Y/N’s sick, I think she has the flu because she’s really achy. Do you guys have anything I can give her?”

Bruce opened one of the many cabinets and pulled out a packet of flu medication, handing it to Steve and telling him if her fever rose above 103° to bring her down for him or Helen to check on her. After assuring the two doctors that if her fever rose, he made his way back to their bedroom where his wife was sitting up in bed, watching something on the TV.

“Honey, why are you awake? You should be sleeping,” Steve spoke gently, his concern showing in his tone.

“Couldn’t sleep without you,” She answered as if it was obvious. Ever since the two of them had started living together, she struggled to sleep without Steve there and he struggled to sleep without her there.

He got back into bed with her, pulling her close to his chest again. He took out a pill from the packet and handed it to her. “Bruce said this will help,” He told her, handing her a water bottle that found its way onto his pillow. She took the pill then relaxed herself into his side.

“Promise you’ll stay here the rest of the night,” She spoke gently.

“I promise. I’ll be your personal nurse until you’re better. Go to sleep, honey. I’ll be right here if you need me.”

“I love you, Stevie.”

“I love you, sweetheart.”

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my-only-way-tocooperatewithlife · 2 years

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One more drink VIII. -Pierre Gasly series

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Pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader

warning: swearing, language, alcohol usage, smut

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“Text me when you land okay?” He was caressing my upper arm as we stand in front of the entrance of the airport.

“Definitely.” I was nodding and I grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer for a hug. “Enjoy the rest of the vacation in Ibiza.” I was whispering it in his shirt.

“Thanks. I will call you later tonight okay?” He grabbed both of the sides of my face and looked deeply in my eyes. I whispered a yes back to him and he leaned in and closed the distance between us. “Take care” he kissed my forehead and watched me as I grabbed my luggage and followed my friends through the gate. I turned back one last time and I waved to the guys and sent a kiss to him which he returned with a huge smile.

— One week later —

I was back in the pub, dealing with the night shift. The pub was packed, we have had a last minute bachelor party booked, which won’t be a huge problem if I have had some help, but for tonight we already had an other event so my brothers were on that one and I only had one of our employees available. So the two of us tried to keep everything under control for the whole night.

“I will have a 5 minute break, okay?” I looked at my coworker Rita, who just nodded while taking the orders. I took down my apron and went outside. I sat down next to the door as I was lighting my cigarette, I checked my phone. I have had several text from Pierre which brought instant smile on my face.

Pedro 🧡

“Hey Gorgeous, I know you will see this text later but hope you have a great shift. Everything is great in here, I miss you.”

He had sent some pictures from his trip him, with his friends, a few from the yacht they were on. And also some pictures with his family. Since we have left Greece, we have had a phone call every day even if it was for like a few minutes. I did not want to bother him a lot because I know how much his family meant to him and that he can only spend such a little time with them. But every night and morning he has sent me a text saying good night and morning and how much he misses me. It always made me happy and made my heart beat a little bit faster. It was still unbelievable and new for me.

“Hey Gina, can you please come back in here. It’s really important!” Rita poked her head out from the door with a serious look on her face. I jumped up and put my phone in my back pocket and followed her back. As soon as I stepped in, I saw two huge guys arguing about something really heated.

“Why is it always like this when the guys are not around to help? “ I looked at her with a tired smile and she just shrugged and rolled her eyes behore heading back to the counter, as I walked closer to the two guys trying to get their attention. “Okay! Guys stop it! I have to ask you to leave! “ I tried but they were still shouting at each other but now they were really close and shouting in the other’s face. I have had to deal a situation like this many times before. Drunk guys with way to many testosteron in them bickering about some stupid stuff. Sometimes I can deescalate the situation pretty quickly with just a few words, but there were times when it was harder. And this always happens when none of my brothers are in the pub. One of the guy shoved the other one back while shouting curses at him. “Enough!” I shouted and grabbed on of the guys shoulder. He snapped his head at me and his whole head was red, he was blowing the air out of his nose, he looked like a bull. “Get out! I don’t care about what are you arguing about! But you will not continue this behaviour in here! “ I pointed at the door. “I will say one more time. Get the fuck out now!” Saying it slowly to him still pointing at the door.

“Shut up, little bitches like you can’t do anything.” He stepped closer to me, trying to scare me away. But I just straighten myself and looked deeply in his eyes. He stepped closer and grabbed on my upper arm, I instantly pulled out from his grip and stepped back.

“Don’t you ever dare to touch me! If you will try that one more time, I will knock your teeth out! I’m the owner so I can say when the fuck you should leave. And it’s now, so get the fuck out!” I was shouting now too. When I felt his arms around me the first time my defensive instinct turned on, and I started to feel that the anger starts to bubble up on my body. But when he grabbed my arm again and squeezed it really hard, all I could see was red.

“I don’t give a fuck about what you say” he leaned closer. I swung my fist and with a well-aimed blow I hit his jaw with my fist.

“I said. GET. THE. FUCK. OUT. NOW! “ I screamed as he spread out in the ground, grabbing his jaw. “Get your fucking buddy up and get out! Never come back in here, okay?” I looked at the other guy who he was arguing with while he was trying to pick up his friend from the ground and running out of the door. My whole body was shaking from the anger and the adrenaline inside of me.

“Gina, what the fuck was happening in here?” Ádám stepped in the door looking the way at the two guys on the street. He looked down on my hands and saw it shaking. “ Go in the back and put some ice on it, and go home! I will take care of it from now. And we will talk about it okay? “ he stepped closer and caressed my back as he was pushing me to the staff room.

I was furious, I stomped into the staff room with a bucket of icy water and I sat down on the floor. The adrenaline from my body started to wear off and my hand began to hurt like a bitch. I submerged my hand in to the bucket and I instantly felt the pain to lower. In that moment my phone started to ring in my back pocket and without even looking I just took it out and picked it up.

“Hey, what’s up?” I heard his voice on the other side of the phone as his gorgeous smile appeared on the screen. “Gina, why is your hand in a bucket and why are you crying?” He sounded really worried. I lifted my other hand to feel my cheeks and I felt it wet. I did not realise I was crying.

“Nothing. I punched a guy in the face.” I mumbled while looking into the bucket. “But it’s not broken but definitely bruised.” I explained as I lifted out my hand from the water, inspecting my bruised fingers, they were swollen and red. “But he deserved it very much! Wait someone is at the door.” I got up and opened it and I saw Pierre on the other side leaning at the door frame. “Wait, what? How? “ I was a stammering mess but he just pushed me in the room, and grabbed my hand.

“Oh bébé, if I would just came five minutes earlier. “ he was shaking his head angrily.

“Ádám said it was a good left hook from me.” I tried to make a joke about it but he just pulled my throbbing hand to his lips and kissed it softly. “ I have other parts that are hurting.” I smiled at him puckering my lips. He just rolled his eyes with a smile and grabbed my face.

“You are so stupid. “ he let out a low chuckle and pulled me closer to him and laid a small kiss on my lips. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer as I kissed him back. My tongue brushed his lower lips asking for entrance which he gave immediately as he let out a low growl. He grabbed the back of my thighs and lifting me up, leaning my back to the door.

“I missed you.” I mumbled on his lips.

“ I missed you too.” He smiled back at me, and brushed the hair out of my face. “Let’s go home and put some ice on that small hand of yours, okay?” He let go off my legs and put me down on the ground.

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“Okay so welcome to my place.” I opened the door and stepped in taking my shoes off at the entrance and hanged my jacket on the closet. He stepped in following my steps as he pulled his luggage behind him. “Now your dream will come true. You can sleep finally on my bed.” I smiled at him showing him around at my studio apartment. “I will get some ice, till get comfortable.”

“I will definitely won’t get lost in here” he joked as he walked around in the room.

“I know it’s not a lot, but at least I have something.” He snaked his arms around my waist and hugged my from behind as he kissed my neck. Shivers were running down on my spine as I leaned back with a small smile on my lips. “How did you get in here anyways, you were supposed to be with your family for a few more days.” I turned around in his embrace and started to play with his gold necklace.

“I have to leave for Belgium tomorrow afternoon, and I thought I will stop here before. I haven’t seen you in a week now. “ he was playing with my hair as he looked in my eyes. “And also I needed to bring your plane ticket too. It would not be nice to send it just an email about it.” He giggled as he laid a kiss on my forehead.

“Yea totally unprofessional.” I let out a small chuckle as I turned back to the counter getting some ice out from the freezer. “Let’s take a shower” I suggested and a mischievous smile appeared on his face.

“Together?” He was wiggling his eyebrows at me and I just rolled my eyes smiling.

“That bathroom is so small, that one person can hardly fit. Impossible to have two there.” I opened the door of the bathroom and looked at him with a grin. He laughed when he saw my tiny bathroom and nodded.

“Okay, so I guess I will have to postpone this idea” I patted his chest as I pushed a towel in his hands and walked back to the kitchen.

— Spa, Belgium —

I landed on the Wednesday of the race week in Belgium. Pierre had everything planned for me with the ticket and he also made sure that a taxi was waiting for me to bring me to the hotel where he was staying. I checked in, got my key cards and I headed to the room. When I opened the huge room’ s door my mouth opened as I walked in the room. I have never been in such a huge and fancy hotel room in my life. I walked around in the room, it had a huge balcony and a bathroom with a shower that can fit at least five people in it and on the other side of the bathroom there was an enormous bathtub. I’ve got so excited about that, it’s been a long time that I could have a nice bath. I started to fill up the tub with hot water and I walked out to the room to get my towel from the bed. On the small coffee table next to the TV there was a bouquet of sunflower with a small note next to it.

“Hope you had a good flight ma Chérie. I will come back around 5pm. Get ready, I will take you out. ;) Pierre” I smiled at the small handwritten note and headed back to the bathroom. It was around a little bit after 4 so I thought a small bath can be fitted in. I submerged under the hot water as I let out a sigh with a satisfied moan. I put on some music from my phone and I closed my eyes and relaxed. Letting my muscles to relax.

“Hi!” I heard a click from the entrance door followed my Pierre’s voice. “Where are you?” I sat up trying to get out from the bathtub and grabbing the towel.

“In the bathroom!” I called back as I wrapped myself. I just finished when the door slightly opened and he poked his head in.

“Oh sorry, I did not want to walk in on you.” He stepped back surprised.

“What time is it?” I asked as I tried to stop the music from my phone.

“It’s around five thirty.”

“Shit, sorry I totally lost the track of time” I tried to dry myself fast and wrapped it around me again. “ I need fifteen minutes and we can go!” I opened the bathroom door and hurried to my suitcase.

“Don’t worry about it. ” He smiled and sat down on the couch. “ Im not bothered by this view, so take your time.” He winked at me with a grin. I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my clothes and walked back to the bathroom.

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“Thank you for the flowers.” I said as I we sat down at one of the tables on the back of the hotel’s restaurant away from the other drivers. He was looking back at me with an adorable smile. “Which of the girls did tell you about that sunflowers are my favourite?”

“I asked the girls back in Greece about it and they said that you think roses are lame, so if I want to surprise you will flowers it should be a tulip or a sunflower or a hyacinth. But both of those are out of season now.” He explained as he was looking through the menu. I thought it’s really cute from him to ask my friends about a thing like this.

“So what are we having? I guess no alcohol and huge carbs.” I was looking through the menu also

“Yes, I mean I will have a salad. But you can have whatever you would like to. “ he looked up with a smile.

“I don’t want to torture you. So I will skip on the seafood pasta and have a salad with you. I can resign pasta easily, but resign from a glass of good wine. That would be harder.” We laughed as he ordered two of the salads from the waiter.

We shared a nice dinner, some of the drivers stopped at our table to share a few sentences with Pierre or to just stop by to say hi to me. After the dinner we sat at the bar with the guys with a little bit to chat. And as the guys were talking about the track and the cars for the a race I chatted with some of the driver’s girlfriends who were such a lovely ladies. Really extroverted and friendly. Around nine o’clock we said good bye and headed back to our shared room. As I opened the entrance Pierre grabbed me by the waist and pushed me further into the room.

“So, I have asked my manager to book a room with a big bathroom. You have already checked the bathtub. Do you want to check the shower with me? Last time it was not a possibility. “ he mumbled in my neck as he placed open mouthed kisses from my shoulder to my jaw.

“ You really got prepared for this weekend” I giggled as I opened the bathroom door and flicked the lights on. I turned around and draped my arms on his shoulders as I was playing with his hair in the back of his neck. I pulled him closer and stand on my tiptoes to reach his lips. He hungrily kissed me and deepened the kiss. One of his hands were on the back of my head, grabbing on my hair as his other hand wondered on my body. I was playing with the buttons on his shirt, starting to unbutton it slowly. He started to push me back to the counter and as I felt the cold marble through my dress he just grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted me up and placed me on the counter so now we were at the same eye level. My hands were shaking as I was trying to open up the last few buttons on his shirt when he grabbed my hand and broke the kiss looking in my eyes. His lips were swollen and red, his eyes have darkened but had the same cheeky sparkle in them but it had other thing in it which was lust.

“If you don’t want it, we don’t have to rush. Okay? “ he pecked my lips as he was drawing circles on the back of my hands. I gulped hard, and cleared my throat before I answered.

“I want to. It’s just been a long time that I have done anything like this. And I’m just not that experienced.”

“Hey.” He grabbed my chin and tilted my head so I was looking into his eyes. “It’s okay. I won’t force you in anything. We can take slowly and anytime you want to stop just let me know. We can take step by step, okay?”He smiled at me as he was waiting for me to agree with him. I looked into his eyes, and nodded. He smiled and kissed me again. His palms were running up and down on my thighs and got each time closer to the hem of my dress. He laid open mouth kisses on my neck, an aroused moan climbed up from my throat as I arched my back for him. I pushed him back from the counter and he was looking surprised to me, he even opened his mouth to speak but he quickly kept quiet when I hopped down from the counter and I lifted up the dress and took it off, so I was standing in front of him just in my underwear. His eyes were going up and down on my body before his eyes came back to mine and he smiled at me before he got rid off his shirt and his trousers too. So now the both of us were standing in their underwear. He grabbed my hand and led me to the way of the shower. We stepped in and he opened the shower and set it to warm. He pulled me closer to his body and stepped under the water. He cupped my cheeks and kissed me deeply. I bit on his lower lip which made him to growl and he slapped on of my ass cheeks. When his palm made contact with my wet cheek I let out a yelp in his mouth and jumped a bit.

“If you will be naughty, you will get punished.” Smirked at me as he slapped my ass again, but now the yelp I let out died down to a moan. His hand wondered up on my back to the clips of my bra, and unclipsed it. His eyes locked on my breasts as soon as I took the bra off and throw it out from the shower and landed with a light thud on the floor. Water was running down on our body, little beads of water droplets were rolling down on my breasts close too my nipples which made the erected.

“You like what you see, handsome?” I teased him as I tried to wake him up from his staring. He looked me in the eyes and had a huge smile on his lips as his hands came up and cupped both of my breasts and started to knead them.

“Oh. Very much ma belle.” He leaned in and continue kissing me. “You are stunning” breathed on my lips. He started to kiss down on my neck on the way to my chest. He was laying kisses between my breasts as his hands were still kneading them sometimes rolling my nipples between his fingertips. I was sighing and moaning as I tilted my head back as soon as his mouth got attached on one of my nipples and started to play with his tongue. I felt I was burning, shivers were running on my body, just as the heatwaves on the way down to my core.

“Pierre, please. “ I moaned as I had my head tilted back and pushed into the wall. I arched my back so I can push my chest into mouth more.

“Please what chérie?” Looked up at me and bit down a little bit on my left nipple. A small yelp left my mouth.

“Touch me, please.” I breath out as I rolled my hips closer to his. His hands went down to my waist and stared to play with the side of my panties. His fingers brush over my core and I started to get inpatient. He pulled down my panties with an easy movement now he could see me fully naked. His eyes were roaming on my body and I started to feel intimidated.

“tu es d'une beauté à couper le souffle. You are breathtakingly beautiful. “ he whispered. He take a step closer and pulled me by my waist. Both of his hands were grabbing on my now naked cheeks till on of his hands brushed they way with his finger to the front and went between my legs. His finger dived between my folds and I let out a big moan, his index finger started to play with my clit and I grabbed on his shoulder. “Jesus baby, you are soaking wet.” He breathed in my ears.

“Oh god, don’t stop please.” I moaned as his finger started to pick up it’s pace. I lifted up one of my leg and placed it on the small in built bench in the shower so he can reach me easier. It’s been really long since I have felt something like that. Yes, sure I was playing with myself at home many times but now it was different. He instantly found the best rythme to make me squirm under his touch. I hooked my fingers in his boxers and pulled it down so I could free his length. I wrapped my hand on the base of his cock and started to move it up and down on it. Earning a big sigh from his as he buried his face in my breasts. His finger slicked from my clit down and pushed in two fingers. Feeling stretched out that much hurted first but when he put his thumb back on my clit the uncomfortable feeling turned into pleasure.

“Merde, you are really tight.” He cursed as he picked up a pace of pumping in his fingers inside of me earning moans for me. I felt the familiar feeling on the lower part of my stomach meaning I was getting closer to my orgasm. I started to rub my hands faster on his cock. It was like a race between us, who will come faster. But I was loosing, because as time went by I got closer and closer and I was holding on his shoulder while I tried to pay attention to move my hand on his dick also, but the pleasure clouded my mind. “Come on baby, let go. “ he whispered in my ear as he was working on my pussy fast. I dug my nails into his shoulder blades as I was on the edge of my orgasm. With a few more pumps with his fingers and a few circles on my clit and I was screaming his name as I fall from the edge and had my orgasm. I was seeing stars and my whole body was shaking. I tried to catch my breath as I was holding on to him. “Good girl. You did incredible ” He praised and kissed my lips and I was still recovering from the experience. I lowered myself on my knees in front of him and I pulled down his boxer to his ankle. I put my left hand around his base again as with my right hand I held myself on his thighs. I looked up at him with a smile and I saw his lustful glare on me. I kissed the tip of his dick and his fall back on the glass door. I laid a few kisses on it before I wrapped my mouth around him and started to move my head up and down. He was way too big for me to have his whole length in my mouth so the part that I could not fit in I had my hand on it and pumped his dick. “Jesus, baby you are magical. Oh god” He was moaning and growling, it was the most sexiest thing I have every heard in my life. He grabbed a bunch of my hair and held on it. I could feel him twitching in my mouth which meant he was a close. “Gina I’m coming.” He whispered and took his length out of my mouth which I let with a big pop. And came on my breasts, moaning loudly. “Fuck” he breathed as he leaned on the wall. “Jesus, you are incredible.” He grabbed my hand and helped me up

“I’m glad we thought about saving some water and had a shower together.” I smiled at him and pecked his lips.

“Yes, it was a good idea” he winked at me as he grabbed the soap and started to lather me up.

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ARE DISSABLED PEOPLE LAZY? COULD REALLY DO BETTER IF THEY TRIED HARDER? This is an example of an average bad week, like 6/10 bad on mental health and 5/10 on the physical level. Oh yea it gets so much worst! Read this and tell me how I could have improved.

MAY 2023

Sat 29.04.23

-Asthma bad all night. I coughed myself awake so often I didn't get any deep sleep.

-Fibromyalgia not happy about this, and is flaring up on its way to STOPPING FLARING up instead! 🤬 Joy! So now going to pee has extra general pain added to it.

- Allergies & Sinus bad. My nose runs non stop. Used 1/2 roll of toilet paper blowing my nose just today. And no, I don't like waisting things. Throwing meds at it.

-Managed to work with my carer, sorting paperwork. I can't help with much else anymore. I don't have the hand strength to cut a carrot. That's annoying as taking away from my autonomy.

Sun 30.04.23

- Allergies & Sinus still bad with non stop daily headaches, with migraine sometimes.

-Fibromyralgia flare. Pain feels like I feel down badement cement stairs or when I had major surgery on day 3 with 5 days hospital stay. I'm in too much pain to eat. Exhaustion worst than Covid & Pneumonia!

-Asthma bad. I have to rest for 1 minute every 10-15 meters I walk. Going to the loo takes 5 breaks.

- Urinary incontinence dissability related not happy about so many breaks to get TO the loo. I need buy more trousers! (I used 3 in one day twice this week)

- I'm in so much exhaustion & pain I can't even face watching TV. Strong painkillers increased. I'm not happy. I was hoping to decrease them this week!

Mon 01.05.23

-Migraine.

-Sinus inflamed for past 4 weeks. Related to but not only cause of migraine. I'm a migraine sufferer.

-Fibromyalgia medium flare. Hands hurt as well as eveywere else. A plate is heavy to lift. I can't stab potatoes to zap them in microwave by myself.

-Hayfever slightly improving.

-If I didn't have a carer coming to help me with a wash, I don't know how I would cope.She helped more today. She's so nice. People don't appreciate them enough.

-Concerned how I'll make hospital appointment of Thursday. And got builders in tomorrow.

Tuesday 02.05.23

-Migraine at night.

-All body pain bad. Been worst before though.

-Builders poped in to say they'll be back tomorrow. And no neither owner nor estate agents told them about all the work needing doing.

- This is in fact my comparativly, the "best day" to date. I can't sit in a chair re pain. And I have a high pain threshold. Had major surgery and got up by myself the next day when everyone else did on the 3rd day with help. Nurses said it was shocking to see me trot - carefully - about.

- Hospital appointment of tomorrow changed for latter on. It's not a vital one.

-District Nurse popped in to assess if I need to worry re swealing in legs. I'll have to go to the specialist clinic after all.

-Blood Pressure still high & Pulse going nuts. Say hi to all types of allergies as a possible cause! I take the strongest anti histamin, plus 6 over the counter allergy tablets daily. Yep, the specialist doctors advised that. It stop skin for literally falling off and other horror stories!

Wed 03.05.23

-Vomited blood all night (5hrs of hurling on off) from ulcer, blood clots included! Yuck! 3rd time in 1 month.

-Day Migraine following as haven't been able to drink much

-Im past normal exhausted as part of Fibromyalgia. It feels like I did a 14hr shift and haven't slep the next 2 nights. (Yes, I've done that in the past. Joy of nursing & midwifery whilst having dissabilities)

- Spoke to GP, meds increased. I don't want another endoscopy. Don't see what else it will tell us. It's costly to the NHS, I'm going to be in so much pain for at least 2 weeks after due to dissability, not the test. Urinary incontinence will be a pain. I'm not even for resuscitation (DNR) anyways.

-Not hungry. Disordered eating means it will kick in if I can't eat at all today. Gods even cake don't sound appealing!

- Builders back. Same thing, back tomorrow instead. But now they got the list of job.

-District Nurse decided I need compression stockings! My severe eczema might not like the extra heat in summer! & Scratchy material.

-Migraine afternoon - nightime.

-Did eat eventually. Yea me!

Thursday 04.05.23

-Food helped with migraine & dissorted eating.

- Pain and extreme exhaustion same. I can't hold a plate of food.

- Severe anxiety started in afternoon after flat owner demanding I get the garden clean that night. Message was passed to me by builder at around 4.40pm. to be done by tomorrow morning. Oh yea, I'm dissabled with poor balance, walks some 15-20 meter with 2 stick, uses wheelchair otherwise. And it would get dark even if I miraculously find someone for, ... work that's not urgent! And oh yes, there's no place to eat at the kitchen table due to building work. Like that's not a priority after builders leave rather than garden. Also. Thunder and rain so bad, I though thunder had struck nearby.

-Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (C-PTSD) few times last night (originates from past child abuse) but attacks due to the way the flat owner and estates agent treats me.

Friday 05.05.23

-Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS) exacerbated since around 2am started with the stress.

- Headaches back

- Severe anxiety rising progressively

- C-PTSD flash back early morning. Good thing I know how to manage it.

- I ate with carer, yea! Well she made me eat.

Saturday 06.05.23

-Anxiety still high

-C-PTSD same high during day, not typical of abuse. Definitely flat owner & Estates Agent related.

Sunday 07.05.23

- Actively managing the mental health side of things.

- Bad Heaches day time

- Friend brought me yummy KFC. Could only eat a tiny bit. Oh great, that's Dissordered Eating not happy with all the stress!

- Migrainy headach lasted 2-3 hrs. Resolved with management.

-Asthma attack in evening for over 2hrs. Was so rough couldn't do lung capacity measurement until finally calmed down.

- I won't be able to finish my KFC now. I'm pissed off. I'm so tired of juggling several deseases. It wouldn't be so bad of people acted like human being.

So. Do you still think I'm leisurely lying around having a relaxing time as a dissabled person?

Did you realise that it takes managing one thing after another everyday?

So everyone can do better of they "really wanted"? I really wanted to not loose my mortgage and dog. It's my dog I missed the most, not even one of my things. From a Midwife I became homeless. From working 16hrs or work followed by Union Rep work (IE talking to staff, not official meetings before you quote the law) I'm now not able to eat independently at times, or wash alone now. I'm still acting? Have a good, lazy life? You want to swap?

#Dissability Awareness #Discrimination #Ableism #disableism #health management

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