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As Fate Would Have It | Chapter Three

Lines are beginning to blur between you and Anakin.

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rating: mature | pairing: dilf!anakin skywalker x afab!reader | wc: 5.2k | read on ao3

warnings: alcohol, age-gaps, body image insecurities (anakin), sexual fantasies/content, swearing, a little bit of mean anakin

“Tell me everything! Is he everything you thought he’d be? Totally dreamy? All stoic and boss-like? Oh, what does he smell like? Expensive?”

Your best friend has barely taken off her shoes before bombarding you with questions about your first day working for Anakin Skywalker. You give her a welcoming hug before taking her hand and leading her into the living room. “Come on, I’ve already opened a bottle of wine.”

Two empty glasses stand next to a middle-shelf Pinot Gris on your coffee table. Sabine takes it upon herself to pour the wine and pulls the granny square blanket from the back of your couch over her lap. She looks like she’s settling in for a bedtime story.

“Okay, I’m ready. Lay it on me.”

You situate yourself on the opposite end of the couch and slip your legs under the blanket. You take a small sip of wine before attempting to answer any of Sabine’s questions. Your first day at Skywalker Enterprises went by in a blur. Meeting your boss was not at all how you imagined it would go. It was all so clumsy. Anakin seemed more like an embarrassed school boy than the confident CEO you were expecting. He looked like he saw a ghost when he saw you sitting behind your desk. And then, in the car on the way to his house, he addressed your butt.

“Let me know if your butt gets too toasty,” he said. It was so incredibly adorable because you could tell he let a little bit of his guard down when he said it. Obviously, he didn’t mean to. Because no sensible boss should talk about his assistant’s butt. Especially not when you’ve only just met each other. You found it endearing.

But then, after the initial awkwardness faded and you continued talking to each other throughout the day, there was a sense of familiarity about him. The structure of his sentences when he spoke reminded you of someone. You’re just not sure who.

“He’s not really what I thought he’d be like.”

“How so?” Sabine asks.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, unable to explain the stirring of feelings and emotions in your chest. “He’s… he was sort of awkward when we first met. Like, stuttering and fumbling over his words. Almost as if I made him nervous.”

Sabine nods slowly with her eyes narrowed. “Go on…”

“Well, that’s crazy, right? The fact that I could’ve made him nervous?”

“Not necessarily. Look at you. You didn’t have a successful OnlyFans page for nothing.”

“Yeah, but he’s in his forties,” you emphasize. You remind yourself of his age nearly every minute to remember how inappropriate it is to be attracted to your boss. Applying for the job was such a bad idea. What made you think you wouldn’t be attracted to him when you saw him in person? Your cheeks get hot as you think about him rounding the car to open your door once you got back to the office after dropping off his son’s pants at school. It was just a common courtesy, not a sign of interest. But damn, was it nice to be on the reciprocating end of something gentlemanly.

“And he’s a dad! I shouldn’t be making dads nervous,” you add. “I mean, I saw a picture of his wife at his house. She was stunning. Stunning, Sabine. High cheekbones, a nice straight nose, a gorgeous smile…”

“Wait, he’s married?!” Sabine sets down her glass.

“Widowed.”

“Oh,” Sabine says sadly. Then her eyebrows perk up. “Oh.”

“Don’t,” you hold up your finger. “Don’t give me that look. He’s my boss.”

“But you like him,” Sabine sings. “And from what it sounds like, he likes you too.”

You cannot let Sabine put the idea of Anakin Skywalker, engineering millionaire, having a measly little crush on you. Because it’s absolutely absurd. He’s him and you’re… you’re just a girl who was uploading videos of herself masturbating for money just last week. Not that there is anything wrong with sex work. It’s empowered you in so many ways, but it was time to find something a bit more steady and reliable. And less physically taxing, to be perfectly honest.

“Sabine, be serious. I-” your phone pings with a distinct tone that makes you pause.

New Message from Skyguy81

“Oh, my God,” you say.

“What?” Sabine asks.

“It’s Sky,” you answer her while opening the message.

Sabine eagerly crawls on top of you to peer at your screen. “Sky as in Rich Guy Sky? Did you upload a new video or something? What did he say?”

“No,” you shake your head. “I haven’t uploaded anything since last Thursday. Get off of me so I can read his message.”

Sabine retreats to her side of the couch as you begin reading to her.

“I thought about you at work today. I thought about you more than I would like to admit. You have no idea what you do to me, Honey. No idea what I would do to you.” Your tongue feels like sandpaper and your heart is in the bottom of your throat.

“Oh, shit!” Sabine exclaims. “You’ve got this boy whipped! Honestly, you should just keep making videos for him. He was your best tipper, anyway.”

“He’s never… he’s never messaged me out of the blue before.” You chug down the last of your wine, thinking you may need some liquid courage for whatever conversation is about to unfold between you and Sky.

“He wants you,” Sabine says simply. “Make it happen.”

“I can’t just meet up with someone from OnlyFans. It’s an episode of Dateline waiting to happen.”

Sabine rolls her eyes. “Don’t be so cynical.”

“I’m not being cynical, I’m being logical,” you counter. You’d be foolish to risk your life by meeting up with Skyguy81. No matter how nice and genuine he seems over private messages. No matter how much money he has tipped you. There is no guarantee he’s not absolutely creepy and going to kidnap you.

Okay, so maybe you watch too much true crime. That’s why you have to balance it out with The Great British Bake Off.

“I don’t know. I’m just saying,” Sabine finishes her wine, “you never know. He could be the love of your life.”

You’re quiet as you contemplate the love of your life. Sabine is the romantic. You’re the realist. You have a hard time believing there’s one person in the world who you’re destined to be with. How do you explain Anakin losing his wife? Was she the love of his life? Is he not supposed to move on and potentially find happiness with someone else? None of it makes sense to you and it’s quite possibly because you’ve never been in love.

And the image of the person who you might like the opportunity to love is entirely unavailable.

It’s times like tonight when Anakin wishes he didn’t raise such inquisitive, curious children. Leia is simply chock-full of questions about her dad’s new assistant. When do they get to meet her? Soon. Is she old like Auntie Dorothy? No. Does she like vintage Disney movies? (Anything before 2010 is “vintage” to Leia). I don’t know.

Luke, on the other hand, was very disappointed to learn that you were in the car while his dad dropped off a new pair of pants. “You made her wait in the car like a dog?”

Anakin snorts. “I wouldn’t quite say like a dog, Luke. I was gone for less than five minutes.”

“Did you at least roll down the window? So she could have fresh air?” Leia joins in on the comical idea of their dad leaving his assistant in his car like a pet.

“That’s enough out of you two,” Anakin says through a grin. These 9 year olds, man. What is he going to do with them?

Luke and Leia nod, going back to stabbing their dumplings with their chopsticks.

“I have one last question.” Leia watches her dumpling precariously dangle on the edge of her chopstick.

“What is that, princess?” Anakin asks.

“Is she pretty?”

Anakin’s pulse is going to burst. It’s a simple question- one that always seems to be on the tip of Leia’s tongue. She wants a woman figure in her life. Soon, she’ll be at the age that is easier to navigate with a maternal presence. Anakin is really not equipped to talk her through menstrual cycles.

But it’s the nature of who his new assistant is that makes him feel so exposed. He can’t very well tell his children you’re the most beautiful woman he’s seen since his wife. And he definitely can’t tell them that you’ve been in his life not since this morning, but since three years ago when he downloaded OnlyFans.

Anakin cleans the corners of his mouth with his napkin while he formulates an appropriate response. He’s kept his answers short and simple because if he thinks about you for too long, your figure seeps into his vision, your voice burns in his ears, and he’s unable to focus.

He feels like such a sleaze for getting hard just by thinking about you. You are so much more than a sexual object. And trust him, he can’t wait to learn about all that makes you you. But morals be damned. He wants you desperately.

“Yes, Leia. She’s quite pretty,” Anakin finally answers.

Leia can’t help but dance excitedly in her seat. “I can’t wait to meet her.”

“I could’ve met her today,” Luke mumbles. “If Dad hadn’t locked her up in the car.”

Anakin is laughing now. “I have a feeling you are going to be bringing this up for a while.”

After dinner, the kids clear the dishes and load what they can into the dishwasher. Meanwhile, Anakin does something either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I thought about you at work today. I thought about you more than I would like to admit. You have no idea what you do to me, Honey. No idea what I would do to you.

Now being 10 pm, it’s been 3 hours since Anakin— or rather, Skyguy81— sent you that message.

And you still haven’t replied. But you read it.

And the fact that you’ve read the message but decided not to reply makes Anakin feel so incredibly foolish. What was he thinking? What was he expecting from you? More meaningless flirting?

Except now it’s not meaningless for him. He’s not sure if it was ever meaningless. But now that he knows who the woman behind HoneySuckle is, it’s completely different. You have a name— which he had to look up in employment records because he’s convinced he actually blacked out when you introduced yourself. You have passions and interests, favorite snacks, and a go-to karaoke song. He wants to know it all.

And even though he’s going to see you tomorrow, he couldn’t resist the urge to message you on OnlyFans. But since you’ve opted not to reply to him, he’s now wallowing like a teenage boy.

Ridiculous. He’s better than this, goddamnit!

Finally deciding to stop staring at his phone, Anakin strips down to take a shower. It’s hard for him not to feel disappointed when he looks at himself in the mirror. Arguably, he’s still in great shape. He lifts weights at the gym at least twice a week, sometimes three if he has the time. He doesn’t have a beer belly, which he considers an accomplishment at his age. But he does have some extra fat around his love handles. He has sun spots on his shoulders from the countless pool days when the twins were younger. And then there are the undeniable lines around his eyes, which are incredibly prominent when he smiles.

Anakin has never felt particularly insecure about his image before. He’s accepted that his body is not the same 20 year old body it once was. But there’s a new nagging insecurity in the back of his mind.

Is it good enough for you?

Anakin turns on the water in the shower, needing to wash away all delusions of you and him ever getting together. As soon as he steps one foot on the tile, his phone buzzes. He grabs his phone off of the counter and his heart rate immediately ticks up.

Hi Sky, I’m sorry for the delay. I had a friend over. Here’s a special little something for you ;)

Attached is a picture of you on your bed, sitting on your heels with the thin straps of your panties pulled over your hips. You’re lifting an oversized t-shirt above your breasts, which also expertly hides your face. Right. Because you don’t know that he knows who you are.

Still, the picture was worth the wait. It’s almost embarrassing the way his cock is already standing upright, the tip pressing against his lower abdomen. He focuses on your hard nipples, picturing himself enclosing his mouth around one of your mounds. He’s rolling his tongue over your bud while massaging your other breast. Your hands are in his hair and you’re anything but silent. You’re moaning his name, begging for more, whining for him to put his cock inside of you.

Anakin is too preoccupied to even reply to you. He gets himself under the steady stream of hot water and grabs the base of his length. Now he’s picturing you on top of him, tits bouncing in his face while you fuck yourself on his cock.

“Mmm, yes! Anakin, please. Feels so good.”

Your hands are pressed against his strong chest for support. He loves you like this— in control but still pathetically needy for his dick. “How much do you love it?” he asks. “Tell me how much you love this cock inside of you.”

You throw your head back when he slaps both of your ass cheeks. He grabs onto your flesh firmly and your cunt clamps around him while you proclaim it to be the best feeling in the world. “I love it so much, Ani. Nobody's cock feels as good as yours.”

“Damn right,” Anakin grits. He holds your chin with a strong hand, forcing you to look at him. “This pussy is mine. You understand that?”

“Yes, sir,” you moan as Anakin bucks his hips up, hitting deep inside of you. “Only yours.”

“Yes, sir,” huh? That’s a new kink unlocked. Anakin presses a palm on the shower wall to steady himself as he cums. It’s anything from pretty. It happens suddenly and quickly, thanks to the vivid images he was creating in his mind. He bites down on his bottom lip to keep from moaning too loudly. But your name is rolling off of his tongue effortlessly. As if it’s always been in the recesses of his mind, just waiting to be said intimately and passionately.

He tries to list off the hundreds of reasons why he should never utter your name in a less than professional manner while shampooing his hair.

You’re his assistant.

You’re significantly younger than him.

The power imbalance (see 1 and 2).

That’s all he can come up with for now and it’s enough. Nothing good will come out of pining for you and fantasizing about you. It still doesn’t stop him from messaging you back after he gets out of the shower and settles in bed.

Now I feel guilty for not responding sooner. Thank you for the spectacular photo. It is unfortunate that I had to take matters into my own, ahem, hands. I would have much preferred to have your help.

You flatter me, Sky. Do I really get you that worked up?

Impossibly so.

When you said you thought about me at work… What exactly did you mean?

To be perfectly blunt, you were bent over a desk with your skirt pushed over your ass. I was fucking you well and hard, with my name being the only thing falling from your pretty lips.

Anakin lets out a heavy sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose. Why does he keep putting himself in situations that result in an erection? He just needs to have a good fuck. Get it out of his system. Yeah, that’s what he’ll do. But under no circumstances will it be with you.

I think I’d like that very much.

Goddamnit. Anakin needs to stop while he’s ahead. While he’s not succumbing to jerking off for a second time tonight. This was a disastrous idea. Because now when he sees you at work tomorrow, he’s going to think about how you would like for him to fuck you over your desk. Except you don’t actually know that it’s him who wants to fuck you over your desk.

Maybe in another life.

Anakin leaves it at that. He puts his phone on do not disturb and attempts to get some reading in before going to sleep. He also prays for G-rated dreams.

The morning fog of late November in Northern California is still hanging in the air when you get to work at 8 am. Anakin won’t be in until he drops off Luke and Leia which means he should arrive around the same time he did yesterday. It gives you an hour to go through voicemails, reply to emails, and brew a pot of coffee in the breakroom.

Ben Kenobi arrives shortly after you, sharply dressed in dark blue slacks, caramel leather Oxfords, and a white collared shirt with small polka dots that match the color of his pants.

“Good morning, Mr. Kenobi,” you greet.

“Please, call me Ben. No need for formalities around here,” Ben replies. “You’ll soon see we operate very much like a family. There will be shouting and likely some name calling, but it’s all in the name of love for engineering and innovation.”

“Got it,” you nod. “It’s just that Dorothy always called Mr. Skywalker by, well, Mr. Skywalker. And yesterday he didn’t tell me to call him otherwise.”

Ben strokes his nicely groomed beard. “Interesting. Well, I suppose you can continue to address him as such until he tells you to call him Anakin. Which I’m sure he’ll do this morning when he gets in. Have you brewed the coffee yet?”

“Not yet.” you stand. “I wanted to check messages first, but coffee is next on the list.”

“Excellent.” Ben follows you into the breakroom. “How are you enjoying your time here?”

“Well, it’s only been a day,” you remind him with a light lilt to your voice. “But it’s been good! Everyone I’ve met is super friendly.”

Ben leans back against the counter, crossing his ankles and arms over his chest. “And you and Anakin? You two getting along? He’s not giving you too much trouble, is he?”

You nearly spill the coffee grounds as you bring the spoon up from the container to the machine. “No!” you say a little too loudly. “I mean, no. He’s been very nice. Quiet, but nice.”

“Anakin? Quiet?” Ben almost laughs. “I’ve never heard that word used to describe Anakin before.”

“Oh.” you continue scooping grounds into the machine. How many spoonfuls are you supposed to put in? You’ve lost count. Maybe two more for good measure. You’d rather make the coffee too strong than too weak. Nothing is worse than weak coffee. “Maybe I caught him on an off day. He did seem a little weird when he brought me to his house. And then I sort of told him off in the car…”

This gets Ben away from the counter and walking over to you. “You did what?”

“Well, I mean, I didn’t tell him off per se. I just asked him to give me a chance. It seemed like he’d already made a decision about me and we’d only known each other for a couple of hours.”

“Good for you,” Ben replies. “Anakin is headstrong but he can be reasoned with. If the reason is worth being reasoned over.”

“Am I?” you ask. “Worth being reasoned over?”

Ben appears to give you a once over and then nods once. “Yes, I’d say so.”

“Thanks…” you say with uncertainty. Ben takes himself and his briefcase to his office, which is the next door over from Anakin’s. He leaves you alone in the breakroom with a dozen questions. Was Ben assessing your appearance? Surely not for himself. He’s insanely in love with his wife— the mayor. Then who for? Anakin? No. No way.

The coffee has begun to brew— the nutty notes of Philz Philtered Soul bringing you back to your college days. There’s one in walking distance from campus and you and Sabine spent every finals week there chugging back Mint Mojitos and Mocha Tesoras.

Those days were not that long ago for you. For Anakin, on the other hand…

You shake your head, effectively shaking thoughts of Anakin taking any interest in you away. And why would he have an interest in you? He’s bound to have a list of more age-appropriate women he can bring home to his children.

Stop thinking about it.

But it’s so damn hard not to. A forbidden office romance with your boss who’s 20 years your senior? Yeah, it’s cliché and sort of sounds like the plot to a porno but it’s sort of fun, too. As long as you keep yourself in check, what’s the harm in pretending like he’s secretly in love with you and wants to take you home?

When Anakin gets into the office, he doesn’t even greet you before saying, “Call Rose. Tell her to come as soon as possible.”

So much for him being nice yesterday. Now he won’t even look at you. “Who’s Rose? What- what is the appointment for?”

“You don’t need to know what it’s for,” Anakin snaps. “Just find Rose in your little phone book, call her, and tell her I need to see her immediately.”

“Y-yes, sir,” you say while thumbing through the contacts Dorothy left behind for you. Without another word, Anakin goes into his office and slams the door.

What the hell was that about? That was once again another awkward morning of Anakin slamming his office door after talking to you. You thought you left work on good terms yesterday. What changed?

Rose Montgomery arrives 47 minutes after you call her. You hear her Louboutins clicking on the floor before you see her. Your eyes trail up from her long legs to her slim waist and perky boobs until you reach her face. Good Lord. She is strikingly beautiful. Her fiery red hair falls in loose curls over her shoulders. As she walks closer to your desk, you are drawn to her perfectly round green eyes. She’s like the real-deal Jolene from Dolly Parton’s hit song. Seriously, did she grow up being called Jolene solely based on her looks?

“Aw, look at you,” Rose smiles down at you. “You must be the new Dorothy.”

“I suppose I am.”

“Aren’t you just the most adorable thing.”

Uh… What the hell are you supposed to say to that? “I’ll let Mr. Skywalker know you’re here.”

“No need,” Rose informs. “I’ll let myself in.” She begins to walk away with an extra sway to her hips. You want to hate her but she’s got such an air of confidence that you actually want to be a little more like her.

“Oh, um, actually I’m not sure about that,” you come out from behind your desk. “He seems to be in a mood so I don’t want you barging in his office to make it worse.”

Rose turns on her heels and purses her lips. “Actually, sweetheart, I’ve known him longer than you and this isn’t my first ‘appointment’ with him. So if you don’t mind, I’d like to go make his mood a little better.”

Okay. Now you hate her. With that, Rose leaves you standing outside of Anakin’s office with a dumbfounded look on your face. Is that… is she… a booty call?

All of the insinuations are there; from the air quotes around “appointment” to the way she said she’ll make Anakin’s mood better. Coupled with her outstanding looks, you’ve decided that Rose Montgomery is a friend with benefits of Anakin Skywalker. You trudge back to your desk and do your absolute best not to think about what’s happening behind your boss’s door.

At the sound of his door opening, Anakin quickly closes his computer tab and turns off the monitor. He pulls his headphones off of his head and puts them in the drawer.

Rose is none the wiser as she drops her Birkin bag on the table beside the chaise. “Ugh, who is that child you have sitting behind Dorothy’s desk?”

“My new assistant,” Anakin answers through a dry throat. Rose sits herself on his lap and drapes her arms over his shoulders. She begins playing with the ends of his curls, which normally, he would enjoy. But he really just wants to get this over with. He draws down the zipper of her black dress while she kisses along his jaw.

“She seems incompetent,” Rose says between kisses. “What is she? Like, 15?”

Anakin twirls Rose’s hair around his fist and yanks her face away from his. This makes her gasp with pleasure, and despite his annoyance, he loves the reaction he gets from her. “I didn’t fucking ask you here for your opinion on her. Do not talk about her again. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Rose breathes. “Where do you want me?”

“On your knees.”

When Rose leaves Anakin’s office, you can absolutely tell she and Anakin had sex. Did she even bother looking in the mirror or her phone camera before coming out? She avoids looking in your direction at all costs and knowing how awkward those walks of shame can be after a one night stand, you decide not to watch her walk to the elevator.

You busy yourself in a filing cabinet until you hear Anakin’s door open again. You tell yourself not to look up because if you look up at him you might actually burst into tears. Which makes absolutely no sense to you but you feel that stinging in your nose and you’re trying to think of the time you got Panini because at least those were happy tears.

Anakin says your name.

Damnit. Get it together. You take a deep breath and plaster on a smile. At least he doesn’t look like he just had sex. His hair is combed back the same way it was when he walked in and his clothes are wrinkle free. “Yes, Mr. Skywalker?”

“Would you like to go get lunch?”

It’s only 10:45 but of course, he’d be hungry after having sex. “Oh, sure. What can I get you?”

“I meant me.”

You furrow your brows together. “Sorry?”

“I mean us. You and me, together. Fuck,” Anakin mumbles that last part. It’s like he loses the part of his brain that forms proper sentences when he looks at you. Think back to the car, Anakin. Things weren’t so bad in the car. Wait, yes they were. He told you to tell him if your butt got too toasty.

You can’t help but smile as you start to see the Anakin who let his guard down in the car. He’s nothing like the Anakin who walked into the office this morning. “You want me to get lunch with you?”

“Yes. If you would like.”

You grab your thrifted black leather bag and your coat off of the back of your chair. “I think I’d like that very much.”

I think I’d like that very much.

That is the second time you’ve said that to Anakin.

On the drive to the farm to table restaurant he suggested, he thinks about telling you the truth. That he’s Skyguy81 and you’ve been messaging each other for three years. Oh, and that he’s seen you naked.

He weighs all of the pros and cons and all of the ways the situation could play out if he tells you. He decides the only way it’s going to end is with you quitting and never wanting to see him again. Telling you who he is is out of the question.

Your face is buried in the menu, effectively blocking you from looking at Anakin. Your nerves are irritably on fire as you sit knee to knee with your boss. You go out to lunch with someone to talk. To get to know them. But you have no idea what to talk about with him. Either he’s super blunt or incredibly awkward and you don’t know what to make of it.

Could Sabine be right? Does he have a crush on you? Do men in their forties even get crushes?

“You are awfully quiet behind there,” Anakin finally says. “Are you hiding from me?”

You slam your menu down nervously. “What? Oh, no. Just… looking at all of the options.”

“I’m kidding,” Anakin chuckles. “If it helps, Leia likes the poke rice bowl. Luke likes the flatbread with artichokes. And I normally just get a burger.”

“Wow, a 9 year old who likes poke? You’ve got some interesting kids.”

“You have no idea,” Anakin replies bashfully. He really calms down when he talks about his kids. Maybe that’s your key to him. Keep him talking about his kids.

“Well, I think I’ll try Leia’s favorite. Do your kids enjoy trying different types of food?”

Anakin gives you a noncommittal shrug. “I suppose so. I didn’t raise them to be picky eaters. They eat what I eat. We had dumplings last night. They’re shit at using chopsticks but it makes for an entertaining meal.”

You laugh along with him, feeling yourself relax the more you see Anakin relax. “I love dumplings!”

“Yeah? We’ll have to have you over some time for dumplings, then.” Anakin doesn’t even realize what he’s saying until it’s hanging between you, awaiting your response.

“That would be nice,” you admit. “I can’t wait to meet them. Of course, you know… if they even want to meet me.”

“Are you kidding? Luke almost threw a fit over me leaving you in the car yesterday. And Leia… well, Leia gets excited about any new woman in my life. I mean, not that you’re my new woman, just you know, in terms of you being Dorothy’s replacement and-”

You place your hand over Anakin’s without a second thought. And it’s more than just skin on skin. It’s electric. You resist the urge to pull away because the overwhelming feeling almost keeps you from saying: “It’s fine, Mr. Skywalker. I get what you mean.”

Anakin is looking down at your hands and you wonder if he feels it too. Or if it’s entirely inappropriate to put your hand on his and he’s going to go back to being standoffish. You remove your hand from his and sit on it.

“You don’t have to call me that,” Anakin murmurs. “Mr. Skywalker. I would much prefer you to call me Anakin.”

You look up at him timidly. He’s being sincere. One corner of his lips are quirked up to form a sideways smile and your heart— your stupid, stupid heart adores it. Perhaps there is harm in pretending like your boss is in love with you. Perhaps keeping yourself in check is going to be a lot more difficult than you thought. Because now that you’re on a first name basis with Anakin Skywalker, you fear simply being his assistant is not going to be enough.

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The Decision

Taking care of my dad has been challenging but probably the most rewarding thing I've ever done. In the past year I've had to push myself beyond my limits, beyond my illness, and do everything I could to make sure my dad was comfortable as his body slowly failed him.

I hadn't driven in over a decade, but he needed to get to dialysis so I took the entire driving test like a teenager in order to get my license again. I had to move out of my cozy basement command center and upstairs into the light. I hate the light. Much too bright. Since then we have been spending almost every second of every day together. This causes us to get on each others' nerves on occasion. But most of the time we are happy to have each others' company.

My job is mostly supervision and problem solving. I watch him to make sure he doesn't fall. But if he did fall, I needed a way to get him back up. So I found an electric chair lift. I just scoot his butt on and raise him back up. If he had a medical problem, I would figure out which doctor could help him. If his feet were cold, I would find battery-powered heated slippers to keep his toes toasty. Our house is filled with little solutions I found to make him as comfortable and safe as possible.

If he needs help with anything I am always right there to assist. It's usually little things, but for him, sometimes little things can be impossible things.

I was proud to do this and I believe it brought us closer than we have ever been.

Wednesday morning the surgery team came to visit my dad and look at his foot. They told me they cannot save the foot. My dad would need a below-the-knee amputation. This would require two months of grueling, painful rehab. Then another month or two for him to adjust to a prosthetic leg. Which he may not be able to tolerate with his balance issues.

Then the lung doctor came in. He said my dad's breathing could improve, but probably not to a comfortable degree. He explained with my dad's congestive heart failure getting worse, he is probably looking at another six months to a year of life, but only if everything with the amputation goes well.

I asked the lung doctor if this was all worth it. Four months of painful recovery from amputation just to live another two months? He said a reasonable person could decide it is worth it. That some people want to squeeze every second out of life. But another reasonable person might decide that quality of life is more important than length of life.

My dad has been unhappy with his health struggles for a while now. Dialysis is just awful. He sits in a chair for four hours, three times per week, and comes home absolutely wiped out. He sleeps for two to three hours and then feels miserable the rest of the night. Sometimes he will recover from the dialysis and then it is time to get more dialysis. Sundays were his only real day of rest because he had an extra day of recovery time.

He has breathing difficulties and they are getting worse. He can't take deep breaths so his lungs keep filling with CO2. The CO2 exacerbates his delirium and confusion. He has to wear an uncomfortable BiPAP breathing mask for hours to get rid of the CO2. Once the CO2 is blown off, he switches to high flow oxygen in his nose. The CO2 builds up again... back to the BiPAP. It has become a vicious cycle.

He is constantly trying to right his balance when he walks. He has arthritis pain that never stops. And because his circulation is so bad, his extremities are always either tingling or stinging him with neuropathy pain. Those heated slippers were his only refuge.

His depression is obvious. He curses at every little inconvenience. Every dropped pill due to his hands not working. Every time he bumps into the wall with his walker. Every time he fails to stand up, having to try multiple times. Everything frustrates him.

He hates being tethered to oxygen. He feels trapped in a 50 foot radius. He constantly wishes for nothing more than to go outside and take his riding mower for a spin.

I try to entertain him with new movies and TV shows, but he has trouble concentrating on new things. Sometimes he prefers just to watch his NCIS shows that he has seen many times. That way he won't get frustrated if he falls asleep and misses the ending.

And... he lost his wife.

He has had to exist without her for a year now and he sometimes forgets she is gone. He'll call out to her and she won't respond. He'll think she is still lying next to him in bed only to discover it is the pillow supporting his back. I think when she died a part of himself died as well. He lost a huge reason to keep fighting.

And since he has been back in the hospital, his delirium and confusion have returned. He is more lucid in the mornings after sleeping. But the exhaustion from not getting enough sleep, dialysis, his foot infection and pain, the drugs, the constant in-and-out of people checking on him... it's just too much. His brain cannot function without restful sleep. So he ends up hallucinating and losing the ability to communicate.

There just does not seem to be a path forward where he could have a comfortable quality of life.

In the height of his foot pain he has exclaimed many times "I WANT TO DIE." And while I know part of that was due to his misery and frustration and pain in that moment... I think that exclamation contained his unfiltered wishes.

He was lucid Wednesday morning and we had a good conversation. He did not want to endure months of recovery and rehab. He did not want the pain of losing a leg. He did not want to fight for every breath. He did not want to lose access to clear thoughts on a regular basis. And he did not want to continue on without the love of his life.

There is this selfish part of me that wanted to convince him to keep fighting. He is my best friend. He is the greatest father I could ask for. Taking care of him this past year has given me great purpose. It has been an honor to help take care of him--as he had done for me all of my life.

Lately, he has had trouble getting into bed and covering himself up. So I have been tucking him in every night just like he did for me when I was little. First I have to arrange his pillows just right. One between his legs and one for him to hug. I put on his toasty slippers to keep his feet warm. I pull the covers up, give him a hug, tell him I love him, and say goodnight. Then I ask his Alexa speaker to play Billy Joel for him to fall asleep to. And I love doing that for him. I feel happy that we got through another day.

Whenever I am alone in our house, I miss him. I have never been in an empty house. It just feels wrong. And I'm not sure I am ready to adjust to that reality.

I want to watch another season of Cardinal's baseball with him. He loves The Mandalorian so much and I want to watch the new episodes with him. I downloaded every John Wayne movie, and even though I don't always care for those films, I like seeing him smile as he watches The Duke get into trouble.

I don't want to lose both of my parents in the span of a year.

And, well, I also don't want to lose the house. I don't want to live on my own. I don't want to worry about not having enough money to live. These are just things I can't help worrying about. And I feel guilty for worrying about myself during this time.

I have all of these reasons to want him to continue on. And I bet if I asked him to keep trying, he would do that for me. He would continue suffering and struggling for me. Because there has never been a time in his life that he would not do *anything* for his sons.

That's just who he is.

But I know I have to filter those feelings and reasons out. I know I can't ask my father to endure any more pain and misery because I fear being alone. He has always done what is best for me, and now I need to return the favor.

He has lived a long life. He had a wife that he loved. He had two sons that he raised and instilled his values in. He has a beautiful legacy that will live on in us.

He has nothing left to accomplish in this world.

He told me he wanted an out but he didn't know how to go about it. But I did. And I had to fight the urge to keep it to myself. I did not want to tell my father how to end his life. And telling him almost felt like I was personally killing him.

Thursday morning his favorite doctor is going to come speak to us. She is his kidney doctor. She is going to explain the process of stopping dialysis. With palliative care, it can be a relatively painless exit. Over a few weeks his kidneys will fail to filter out toxins. They will build up in his system. And eventually he will fade to black.

My mother had a horrible, painful, lonely death. Her final words were over a telephone because of COVID restrictions. The last time I saw her was across the ICU through a glass window.

Thankfully, my dad will be able to go out on his own terms.

He will be comfortable and surrounded by loved ones.

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shogunish · 8 months

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𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿.

pairing. student! gojo satoru x reader

genre. fluff, slice of life, idiots in love

warnings. tooth-rotting fluff

summary. and when you laugh at his stupid comment, leaves of all colors and sizes in your hair, cheeks red from the low temperatures, he finally knows why you love autumn so much.

words. 901

note. don't imagine falling in love with toru in autumn, sharing hot chocolate, cozy movie dates and him giving you his sweater bc yours don't keep you warm enough

comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! <3

satoru doesn't know why you love autumn so much when it's not only the busiest time for sorcerers, but also annoyingly windy with sudden downpours out of nowhere. days are cut short since the sun would set earlier than usual and dark skies would envelop tokyo at five pm instead of at nine in the late evening. autumn is the season in which everything starts dying or hiding away; may it be trees drying out and shedding their once lush leaves or that small hedgehog across the street searching for a cozy, safe place to hibernate.

a scowl rested on satoru's handsome face. the tip of his nose and the apples of his cheeks are bitten red by the chilly temperatures lingering in the streets. snot runs from his nostril and he sniffles. even the coat paired with the scarf wrapped around his neck can't stop his runny nose. satoru isn't sick, oh no. if anything, he's sick of the weather.

chilly temperatures always equal a runny nose for satoru.

he sighs, cerulean eyes rolling behind pitch black shades. "next time, you go on that walk by yourself. my doctor will hear about you if i get sick."

a light bounce is in your step. turning to face satoru, you smile at him. "stop exaggerating. i just wanted to see you and spend some time with you." satoru is right next to you, eyeing you from his peripheral. "you've been away so much ever since autumn came."

he just scoffs. luckily, satoru's cheeks are already red or else you would've called him out on the blush blooming across his cheeks. he likes to pretend to be tough and immune to your words when in reality, each of your honeyed words cut through his defenses like butter.

"must miss me real bad, huh? how cute." satoru puffs his chest out, proud of the comment he's just come up with.

a little pout rests upon your lips and all of a sudden, you feel a little shy, because yes, you do miss satoru real bad and feel almost..lonely without him. but with an ego as massive as satoru is tall, you can't give him that sort of satisfaction. so all you do is huff in response. "all i heard is that i'm cute."

selective hearing, hm?

despite the several layers of clothes hiding your skin and keeping you toasty warm, satoru knows how to worm his way through every single layer until he is underneath your skin, flustering you and making you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

popping into your personal bubble, he wears a smug smirk on his chapsticked lips. "ohhh, you do miss me!" satoru chirps, tosses his arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his side.

occasionally, satoru forgets how strong he is compared to you and is a bit rougher with you than he should be. the pull is sudden, makes you squeak as you slip on a damp leaf and lose your balance. instead of finding yourself in satoru's arm, your butt lands in a pile of dried leaves.

dumbfounded you stare at satoru, owlishly blinking at him while a few leaves get stuck on the top of your head. he thinks he fucked up, will get a real good scolding from you, telling him to be more careful, but your nagging never comes.

instead, you laugh heartily with round cheeks and your teeth showing off. a melodious sound that fills the park and drips right into the cracks of satoru's heart, turning the snow into sweet, saccharine honey.

his heart does this funny thing again. the thing where it skips a beat and pumps just a tad bit harder, making him feel warm from the core up.

before satoru can even think about teasing you, a handful of leaves is flung right at his face and he finds himself laughing along with you. "what was that for?"

"for letting me fall and getting my ass wet!" you're still laughing, then your face scrunches up as satoru flings his own fistful of leaves at your face.

you begin chasing him with two fistfuls of leaves. suddenly, red, yellow and orange is stuck in his hair and you realize..it makes his eyes look even more mesmerizing than they already are. how unfair.

"not my fault you're getting your ass wet over me!"

oh, he's having the time of his life chasing you around the park, flinging dried leaves at each other and laughing so carelessly without a worry in the world. your laughter mixes with his, creating a symphony that only something akin to love could compose.

"oh, shut up, will you?!" playfully, you shove satoru into a pile of leaves, but if he's going down, he's taking you with him.

grabbing you by the collar, satoru falls into the pile of leaves with you and laughs alongside you. a tangled mess of limbs and puffs of white smoke fill the space around you. your head rests somewhere on satoru's chest while his arms and legs are sprawled out like a starfish.

"i'll only shut up if you make me, darling." satoru wiggles his eyebrows at you, all in good fun.

and when you laugh at his stupid comment, leaves of all colors and sizes in your hair, cheeks red from the low temperatures, he finally knows why you love autumn so much.

taglist; @torusmochi

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you

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earthry · 10 months

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Ok but hear me out -

Papas as little spoon headcanons 👀

(Secondo secretly loves it)

-🌵

Thank you for the request! I hope this satisfies <3

tw: no warnings, sfw, fluff and comfort, suggestive part in Terzo’s headcanon though.

Primo

Has never considered being the little spoon before you— and is surprised when you ask to be big spoon one night. He agrees because he’s a huge softy for you and finds it hard to deny you anything you want if it’s within reason and there’s no reason to decline. So he lets you spoon him and it’s a new feeling but he falls asleep so much faster than usual.

The two of you discover that when you spoon him he goes out like a light very fast, his body relaxed and comfortable in your arms. The two of you take turns being little spoon after that, alternating each night or if one of you feels strongly about being one over the other.

Secondo

He refuses to be little spoon at first, he enjoys having you in his arms too much, and each time you whine or ask him to be little spoon instead, he usually distracts you with kisses against your bare shoulder.

One night though, you’re having a very difficult time— he holds you as you cry and afterward when all the tears have run dry, he tucks you into bed and gently tells you that you can be big spoon if you want. You love this man so much; it becomes a thing to help soothe you when you’re anxious or upset, holding him in your arms. He lets you take your comfort and though he won’t admit it he does begin to grow very fond of the feeling of being held in your arms tucked against your chest, safe and sound. It becomes more of a regular occurrence after that but he’ll deny liking it and insist it’s for your benefit not his (you know the truth though).

Terzo

Switches between little and big spoon often. This actually is usually determined by the weather— if he’s too hot, he prefers big spoon, but if he’s cold he likes to be little spoon. It’s nice and toasty in your arms after all.

Prone to teasing you in both positions; grinding forwards or backwards into you depending on where he is. If he’s the little spoon he often gets a lil smack on the butt in return, a reminder to behave because you are too sleepy to be engaging in other activities right now. It’s eepy time.

Loves to cover your hands with his, tangling your fingers together and resting your hand right over his heart.

Copia

Almost always the little spoon, feels safe and warm in your arms. He doesn’t mind being big spoon if he must, but he enjoys little spoon the most so you usually indulge him. You love having him in your arms anyways so it’s a win-win.

This is also the best position to comfort him when he’s upset since he’s facing away— often feels embarrassed about crying in front of you. It’s a compromise so he can feel at ease crying without being watched but still be comforted by you and your presence. It means a lot to him that you’re by his side, and after he has a good cry he’ll turn around in your arms when he’s ready. You’ll softly ask if he’s okay and sometimes he’ll say yes, sometimes he’ll only nod. Either way, you continue to hold him in your arms and reassure him with gentle kisses and reminders that you love him.

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whinesandwhimpers · 4 months

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Wolfish Offerings

Part 1 - 'Hot Chocolate' (wolf shifter!ghost x f!reader)

White blankets everything outside, the greens and browns of the forest and the roof of your cabin now covered in snow.

Sipping your hot chocolate, you watch as more snow falls down in pretty little flakes. Maybe you’ll make a snowman later when it eases up, you think. For now, you’re just content to admire the weather from inside.

You briefly tense as you catch some movement outside before relaxing again when you recognise that kind-of-familiar fluffy backside as he approaches your cabin backwards, pulling another dead animal to your front door.

A deer, this time, you note.

It's the third animal—offering? gift? stock item?—this week.

You're not sure why he keeps doing this, why he chose your cabin as the spot to dump the victims of his sharp teeth or why he doesn’t seem fussed when he returns to drop off another animal only to find the previous one gone. Which is why you can’t help but feel like they’re somehow for you.

You leave your half-empty hot chocolate on your kitchen counter and head over to the front door, tearing it open and glaring at the wolf as he drops the deer from between his teeth and turns around to face you.

Snow decorates his grey and brown fur as he stands there, dark eyes focused on you.

"Alright, enough of you. I don’t want that thing and this isn't some food storage spot for you. Get out of here!" You're shivering by the time you're done scolding him, your long sleeve pyjamas and fluffy slippers clearly not enough to keep the cold from affecting you out here. The fire in your lounge room beckons you closer but you must deal with the matter at hand first.

The wolf tilts his head at you and maintains eye contact.

You've gotten glimpses of him around this part, your part, of the forest, aware of when he was nearby through his howls. And you’ve even exchanged far away glances at each other. He didn’t hurt you then so you feel a little better now about confronting him, however you aren’t sure if he’s about to devour you and you don’t exactly want to stand around and find out as you feel your bravery slowly leaving you the more he stares you down.

You flick your hand out. "Okay, go on, shoo."

Before he can have an opportunity to pounce, you close the door and start walking back to your kitchen to grab your hot chocolate. A bark startles you, then the sound of scratching at your door. Little Shit. Against all better judgement you go back and open your door. The deer remains where you saw it before but now the wolf is right here in front of you. He's even bigger up close, his head in line with your stomach.

Feeling brave you ask, "What do you want, Terror?"

He replies with a bark, much softer than you expected, as he slowly blinks up at you.

"I am not taking that thing if that's what you mean." You motion to the dead deer.

Another bark, before he bumps his nose against one of your hands that hangs by your side, then pushes past you and walks into your cabin.

"Hey, no terrors allowed, buddy! Get that fluffy butt outside! You're trekking in snow too, you know?!"

Your attempts to kick him out fall upon deaf ears as you end up closing your door and following him through to your lounge room where he circles a few times before lying down in a cozy ball right in front of the toasty fire, resting his head on the floor. He looked at home, relaxed, and more like a domesticated dog than a wolf.

Since it looks like he’s not leaving anytime soon and you really have no other option, you give in with a sigh. "Alright, you can stay for now."

He lets out a soft bark without lifting his head, then another when you try to leave.

"I'm just getting my hot chocolate. Stay." You doubt the command will work but you try it anyway, leaving him there while you walk to the kitchen.

He does in fact not listen.

You barely make it a few steps before he gets in front of you, making you stop, then starts nudging you, your stomach, your thighs, even tries nudging your crotch, making you gasp and push his head away.

"Terror! You're just a dirty, old man, huh?" You giggle, scratching behind his ear before you can stop yourself.

He huffs a breath of air out through his nose and nudges your leg again, before he takes some of your pyjama pants in his mouth and tugs you towards the fire. When he gets you to where he was laying down before, he tugs on your pants making you sit down, before nudging your shoulder so you're completely laying down on your back.

The cold must have frozen some of your brain cells because you just go along with it, allowing him to manoeuvre you however he likes.

"Did you want to eat me in front of a nice, warm fire, is that it?" You awkwardly joke, fingers clenching and unclenching nervously on your chest.

He lets out a little sound, a mix of a whine and a growl, and nudges your cheek, then lies down and rests his head on your clothed stomach, face in the direction of the fire, his eyes closing.

You let out a tense breath and bring a hand to his head and start gently petting him as you close your own eyes, feeling yourself warm up because of the fire and this big fluffy animal that radiates heat. It's not exactly the most comfortable spot but it'll do. You even ignore all the now-melted snow he's brought in.

"Don't think I haven't forgotten about that deer outside. And I'm gonna be really pissed if you eat me while I'm sleeping, Terror." You mumble, too busy falling asleep to hear the little snort he lets out.

Your hot chocolate goes cold.

#wolf shifter!ghost #ghost x reader #my writing #will ghost ever let you finish your hot chocolate? no<3

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zzoomacroom · 4 months

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Fic: The Seeds Are Bursting, The Springs Are Seeping

Dreamling, Smut, One Shot, 2832 Words

Tagging @fleabagoftheendless and @mallory-x because y'all expressed interest with the WIP ask game. Also, credit where credit is due--this was partly inspired by several different asks sent to @gabessquishytum (some of which may or may not have been from me 🤫).

Tags and summary below the cut (very NSFW!):

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022), The Sandman (Comics)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling

Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Hob Gadling

Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, One Shot, Smut, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Domestic Fluff, Dream Sex, Wet Dream, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Sex Toys, Butt Plugs, Vibrators, Dildos, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Retired Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus Has a Vulva, Hob Gadling is Good at Cunnilingus, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus Loves Hob Gadling, Hob Gadling Loves Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Musings on Morphussy, Masturbation, Vaginal Sex, Top Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Bottom Hob Gadling, Top Hob Gadling, Bottom Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Married Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling, Lazy Morning Sex, Not Beta Read

Summary:

They are both breathing heavily, foreheads pressed together, and Hob grasps Morpheus’ backside with his free hand and pulls him closer still. Morpheus reaches between them and wraps his hand around Hob’s thick, throbbing cock, stroking vigorously until Hob cries out and spills over Morpheus’ hand and onto his own stomach. His hole twitches and clenches around Morpheus, who soon reaches his own peak and floods his lover’s insides with his seed just as—

—Morpheus, formerly Dream of the Endless, awakes with a gasp. He blinks, bleary-eyed, as he finds his bearings. He is in bed beside Hob, who is still fast asleep, in their flat above the New Inn. It is early yet—6:23 AM, according to the clock on the bedside table. The morning is quiet and still; the only sounds he can hear are the gentle tapping of the rain on the windows and the steady rhythm of his husband’s breathing. He is cozy beneath the covers, their shared body heat making it perfectly toasty. It is peaceful. He is content.

Except for the fact that he just woke up in the midst of an intense orgasm and he is still unbearably aroused.

(AKA the Retired Morphussy fic, in which Retired!Dream has a wet dream and he and Hob have lazy, weekend morning sex)

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rip-us-xoxo · 1 year

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Unintentionally- George Weasley x Reader (REPOST)

Posted NOVEMBER 13, 2020

Reposted APRIL 16, 2023

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Warnings- SMUT, degradation (it’s literally one line), dirty talk, swearing (if there are any more warnings please tell me and I’ll add them)

Enjoy!!!!

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The joke shop has been really busy lately and you could tell. Your fiancé, George, would come home every night looking exhausted and worn out. So, you offered to help. He said that they were fine, of course, but after some persuasion, he finally gave in.

The day started as normal. You woke up, made breakfast, and ate with George. Except for today, you were going to be leaving the house together. You decided to wear a tight tan skirt with a white blouse and white heels paired with nude lipstick.

“This is so exciting,” you beamed as you both walked into the shop. “You’ve been here before, why is it exciting?” George asked.

“We’ll be working together! And I’ll be able to finally help and allow you to maybe relax a little,” you said and hugged his arm.

George just chuckled at your excitement and kissed your forehead.

“Do you know that I love that lipstick on you?” George whispered in your ear, “No I did not, but I’m glad that you like it,” you giggled.

Soon after that, Fred had walked down from the apartment that he now lived alone in and you guys opened. The morning was a little slow, but when it got to lunchtime it got SUPER busy.

“Holy shit,” you whispered to yourself as you looked around. There were people everywhere. Almost so many people that you had to squeeze past someone anywhere you went. Your thoughts were soon interrupted by George though, “Hey, love, would you mind putting these down there?” he asked and handed you a box of “Weather in a bottle” and pointed to a shelf.

You nodded your head and smiled before bending down to restock the shelf. “Darn these heels,” you groaned and tried to regain your balance. Your outfit was not working in your favor right now. You stood up after a minute of struggling to stay on your feet and restocking the shelf and turned around.

You adjusted your skirt before looking up to find a flustered looking George. “Georgie, are you alright?” you asked and rubbed his arm. He snapped back to reality and nodded his head ‘yes’ before quickly walking away.

“That’s weird,” you thought before going to see if a family needed some help. “Is there anything I can help you with?” you asked the family. “Oh, um, yes. My son is looking for ‘Weather in a bottle’,” the lady said.

“Oh, well you guys are lucky! I just restocked those!” you told the family and walked back over to where you were before. You bent down once more and grabbed the lady one, “Here you go,” you told her and handed her the bottle. “Thank you so much,” she thanked you and handed it to her son.

You nodded your head and turned around. Once again, George was looking at you, flustered. “Seriously Georgie, are you alright-?” you looked down to see a tent forming in his pants.

You slightly giggled to yourself and walked up to him. Maybe your outfit was working in your favor today.

“Are you alright Georgie?” you whispered in his ear, seductively. His breath hitched and he looked down at you. “That skirt is a little tight, don’t you think?” he asked while adjusting his collar.

“What? This thing?” you asked and looked down at your butt, “I don’t think so. But do you know what? You look kinda toasty, is it too hot in here?”.

Your hands went under his tie up to one of the buttons on his dress shirt and started to unbutton it. “Y/n, stop,” he warned and grabbed your wrists, holding them tight and pulling you toward him.

“What? I’m not doing anything,” you said innocently. When he looked down at you to give you another warning, he got a full glimpse down your shirt. He immediately looked back up and looked around, trying to compose himself before he pounced on you.

“You might wanna go behind the counter though, so you can hide that,” you told him and pointed down to his bulge.

He looked down and quickly grabbed your hand to bring you to his office. “Can’t you see that I’m working?” he spat as he closed the door.

“I am too, it’s not my fault you get so hot and bothered when I help you restock shelves,” you told him sassily and crossed your arms, unintentionally making your boobs push up.

“I told you to stop, I’m not telling you again,” he growled and walked up to you. He was now towering over you.

“I’m not doing anything though!” you defended.

“You know you are, and you’re doing it on purpose. So just stop,” he told you, his jaw clenched.

“And what if I don’t? You gonna punish me?” you teased and ran circles on his chest with your index finger. “I might just have to,” he growled. Your eyes widened, you were not expecting that. You were just joking, but now you were turned on.

“Oh yeah? You’re not going to do that, we both know you’re too soft,” you teased and walked closer to him, biting your lip. You were playing with fire now.

“That’s it,” he growled and grabbed his wand, “Alohomora’’. With that, the door locked and he pushed you against the wall.

“H-Here?” you squeaked out. “Yep, which means you gotta stay quiet,” he said and started kissing your neck. You moaned. “Quiet,” he warned and kissed your neck harder. There were going to be marks for sure.

“G-George!” you gasped as he squeezed one of your breasts from outside of your blouse. He was quick to unbutton your blouse after that and soon you were just in your skirt and your bra.

You went to unbutton his suit jacket, but he grabbed both of your wrists and pushed them to your sides. “No touching,” he whispered harshly. You whined at his words, realizing how hard that was going to be. You loved to run your hands across his chest and pull at his hair.

He unzipped your skirt and pulled it down your legs. You were now only in heels and your undergarments. “Jump,” he ordered, to which you obliged and jumped up. He grabbed under your thighs and kissed you hard. You moaned into the kiss as he ground his bulge up against your clothed pussy.

“G-George please,” you pleaded. “What do you want, Y/n?” he asked, he was teasing you, of course, he knew exactly what you wanted.

“You- oh my god- your dick- bloody hell,” you moaned as he started trailing kisses down your stomach to your heat. How he was holding you up still was unknown.

“Well, as much as I would love my dick in you, I am supposed to be punishing you. Soo, how about, no?” he teased, which made you whine once more.

He ripped your panties off of you, making you gasp, as your glistening pussy was exposed. You shivered when you felt his breath on it. He then stuck his tongue in you, almost instantly earning an unholy sound from you. “Delicious,” he praised and kept going.

You went to go grab his hair but then you remembered that he said no touching. You debated for a few seconds on whether you would risk breaking his rules and getting punished even further, or whether you would just listen and get an amazing reward.

You went with option two and grabbed onto something else instead. You grabbed both of your boobs while his tongue conveniently plunged further in you at the same time, making you squeeze your boobs and let out a loud moan.

“There are children out there, you know?” George laughed and looked up at you. His eyes widened when he saw that you were playing with your boobs the whole time. He growled as he felt his pants get even tighter if that’s even possible.

He picked you up, legs wrapped around him, and carried you over to the desk. He threw everything off of the surface before slamming you down onto it.

“You think you can just play with your boobs while I punish you?” he spat and laid you down flat on the cold desk. “I’m sorry,” you squeaked out.

“Sorry won’t cut it. Now we have two options, I could stop right now and leave you horny all day, or I could fuck you so hard that when we get back out there, you won’t be able to walk,”. “Option two!” you quickly said.

“Of course you would choose that option, which I’m kinda glad you did because my dick is so hard right now and the thought of me slamming into you seems much more fun than being hard all day,” George said.

You were growing impatient, “Just fuck me already!” you growled. “Option 1 is still there, Y/n, don’t make me angrier than I already am,” he growled and grabbed your bare thigh tightly.

“Sorry, let me be nicer. Shut up and please fuck me,” you said, regaining some confidence. “That’s not any better,” he said harshly and yanked you up by your neck, stretching you open to him.

“Sorry,” you squeaked, your confidence leaving immediately, “Beg for it,” he whispered in your ear, nibbling your earlobe. “Please fuck me until I can’t walk anymore! Please! I can’t take it, please!” you begged and shook the thigh that he was holding.

He grinned and quickly took off his suit jacket, along with his shirt and tie. He then quickly got out of his pants and boxers. Soon, he was naked, and you were only in your bra.

“You might need this,” he said and put his tie in your mouth. Before you could even process what he had said, he slammed into you making you scream. His pace was fast and relentless. Your brain went fuzzy and you couldn’t control the sounds that were coming out of you. “I love the sounds you make, Y/n,” George grunted in your ear, “they’re so pretty,”.

He could see you struggling to keep your hands back from touching him. He chuckled to himself and said, “You can touch me now,”. Right as he said that, your hands immediately went to his hair. You started lightly tugging at the ginger ends, making him grunt.

“You know what I love about you? The fact that you look so damn sexy all the time without even meaning to,” George whispered huskily in your ear and pulled out, before slamming back into you. “Oh!” you moaned. “You just bend over to do your job and I get hard,” he started kissing your neck, “you wear my favorite color lipstick without even knowing. You’re just so irresistible and I’m so glad I get to call you mine,”.

After 5 minutes of relentless fucking, you could feel the knot in your stomach forming. You clenched around his dick, which made him moan quietly. “I know you’re close, but hold it,” George spat and started rubbing your clit. He was making it really hard for you not to cum right then and there.

Soon enough you could feel him twitching inside you, “Alright, 1, 2, 3,” he grunted. With that, you both released and were panting very heavily.

You spit the tie out of your mouth and looked into George’s eyes, “Wow,” you both breathed out. He pulled out of you making you wince.

George pulled you close to him, making sure that you didn’t fall over, “I think I should let you help at the shop more,”.

“If it meant every day ended like this, I would be all for it,” you giggled and kissed him. George then picked up your guy’s clothes and helped you get dressed before he got himself dressed. You both made yourselves presentable before you hopped off of the desk.

“Can you walk?” George asked as he saw you wobbling toward the door. “Barely,” you laughed and leaned against a shelf. He laughed as well and helped you up.

You two walked out of the office to see everyone still shopping like normal. You both breathed a sigh of relief before you saw Fred run toward you two.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you two everywhere,” Fred said. You both just looked at each other and then back at him.

“Okay, well I gotta grab something out of the office, I’ll be right back,” he said and before you two could protest, he walked inside. Fred immediately walked back out though and coughed, “Bloody hell, what did you two do in there?!” he exclaimed. You and George just laughed.

“You two are disgusting,” Fred spat and rushed away. You and George both looked at each other once more and laughed before kissing.

“You still look so sexy even though I just fucked your brains out,” George whispered in your ear. “We gotta work, George, maybe we can do this again later,” you told him and caressed his hand gently.

“Fine,” George groaned and kissed you once more before you both got back to work.

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xoxo

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nattinatalia · 1 year

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Jack Harlow x Reader : MISCOMMUNICATIONS

Extra thanks to the wonderful @harlowcomehome for helping me with this one 🫶🏻

“Can you just please relax for a bit, you’re overreacting.”

“I told you last night to take out the trash cans and you didn’t. I had to run almost butt naked, into the cold to take them out before the trash passed.” You tell your husband as you change into some comfortable clothes after your shower.

“Again you’re overreacting babe. I got home tired from being in the studio and doing interviews all day. The last thing on my mind was taking out the trash.” He tells you, getting annoyed and putting on his shoes.

“Okay fine.” You put on your hoodie and go to your nightstand and grab your cell phone. “Don’t forget you promised Mia you’d take her to the game with you.”

“Shit.” he whispers, but you obviously heard him.

You then turn to look at him “What do you mean shit? Jackman did you honestly forget?”

He sighs “A lot has been on my mind. I told the boys we would hangout before and after the game, obviously none of the activities are child approved.”

You take a deep breath. “So don’t go out tonight” you shrug. “One night without your friends won’t hurt you.”

“She can’t stay with you? I’ll make it up to her tomorrow or something. Plus she’ll probably get bored.”

“Jack, today is Ezequiel’s ear appointment so I can’t take her with me. Did you forget about that too?”

“Why are you picking fights right now? I’ve been busy with work. Tour just ended. You’ve been home all week doing nothing. Cut me some slack.”

You scoff. “Wow, being at home and taking care of our kids is doing nothing now? And you know damn well I’ve been on the road too and I’ve taken the kids with me because that’s what we agreed on. But yea, I’ll cut you some slack.” You walk out of your shared bedroom and go see if your kids are awake.

Since tour ended and Jack came home he’s been acting differently, forgetting little things, even big important things. It’s been like that for a week now. You usually don’t say anything because maybe it’s just him adjusting to being home, but this morning was the last straw.

It’s like he’s doing anything to just not be home and that’s breaking your heart a little.

“Good morning my beautiful babies, are you two ready for breakfast?” You ask your daughter and son who were in their playroom. They probably woke up and decided to come play before breakfast.

“Yes please.”

“Uhum mama.”

You smile “What are we in the mood for? Pancakes or waffles?”

“French toast?” Mia suggests

“Yess toasty please.” EZ says.

“Okay I’ll work on that. Meanwhile pueden recoger sus juguetes por favor? We have a busy day ahead of us.”

Ez nods.

“Mama, I chose my outfit for the game with daddy.” Mia tells you excited, she then turns to look behind you and smiles “Daddy, can I take my swear jar? I know tíos will say naughty words.”

You turn to look at Jack but he doesn’t answer her, so you face your daughter. “Mia, bug. Daddy won’t be able to take you today. You’ll be with cheesy and me.”

Mia then looks at Jack with a sad face on her then to you. “But he promised mama.”

You smile and nod, “I know baby, but something came up. But we can do lots of fun things today, you and Ezequiel get to decide where we go.”

She nods “Okay, but can I help you with breakfast then?”

You nod, “Of course, go wash your hands and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

You look at your son “Recoge tus juguetes y regreso en cinco minutos.”

He nods and before you exit the playroom you see him do what you asked him to.

You walk into the kitchen and start prepping for breakfast, you can feel your husband's eyes on you.

“I thought you couldn’t take Mia with you?” He asks you.

“I called and rescheduled for Monday, Mia will be in school while I take Ezequiel to his appointment.”

You start taking out the eggs, butter, milk, and fruit out of the refrigerator. You also check on Ezequiel and see he was done with his little chores and bring him into the kitchen and hand him cut out fruit to eat while you cook.

“I’m ready mommy.” Mia says walking into the kitchen.

“Alright let’s start cooking.”

*******

“That was yummy for my tummy, thanks yous mommy and Mia.” Ezequiel says. “Good huh daddy?”

“Yea little man, it was delicious.” Jack tells his son.

You smile but your daughter answers him “You’re very welcome Ez cheesy.”

“Okay my little monsters, I’ll pick up here and then we’ll head out to start our fun day.” You get up from the table and start washing dishes and cleaning the kitchen.

“I’ll do the dishes and pick up here.”

“I’m good, thanks though.”

“Y/N, go get the kids ready, I’ll finish here.”

Deciding on not picking a fight, you go and do that without saying a word to your husband.

Once you were done getting the kids ready you head to the living room and see Urban and Clay were there.

“Nino tay.” Ezequiel yells and runs to your brother in law.

“It’s Clay, Ezequiel.” Mia corrects him with a sass.

“My favorite little guy, and it’s okay Mia bug he can call me Nino Tay.” Clay says while carrying him.

“Hi Nino Urby.” Mia hugs him.

“Hi princess, are you ready for today? Better bring that swear jar. You know people might be yelling out bad words.”

Mia looks confused “Mommy said daddy won’t take me because something came up. I’m having fun day with cheesy and mama.”

Urban then looks at you in confusion, you shrug but don’t say anything. You weren’t someone who would air your problems to your friends or family. So you weren’t about to tell Urban that your husband forgot he had promised your daughter he would take her and spend the day with her.

“Tio Urban and Tio Tay, you have fun day wif us?” Ezequiel asks.

You smile “Tus tíos están ocupados mijo, otro día será.”

He nods, you look at Clay and Urban, “Can you watch them while I go get some stuff from upstairs real quick?”

“Yeah, take your time.” Clay says.

You then walk into your bedroom to grab your purse and keys. Then go to the kids bedroom to get some stuff for them.

“So why isn’t Mia going with us?.” Urban goes into the kitchen and asks Jack. “I thought today Ezequiel had his ear appointment?.”

That makes Jack sigh “I forgot.”

“I figured when you started throwing suggestions for places to hang out after the game. But I thought you would have remembered eventually, that’s why Clay and I told the guys we would be doing something kid friendly.” Urban says.

“I was a bit of a dick to Y/N. So now she rescheduled EZ’s appointment to have Mia with her.”

“So have them join us, Neelam made sure they had toys and stuff so the kids could be entertained. Plus, Cassie would love to have her cousins there.”

“I’m not going to that, Ezequiel can’t handle being in a rowdy and loud crowd right now.” You answer for Jack as you walk into the kitchen.

They both look at you. “Then we can take Mia.”

You shrug “She’s fine with me, but it’s up to Jack and Mia.” You grab some baby carrots and place them in a ziplock bag and grab some boxed apple juice for the kids. “I’ll see you guys later, we’re heading out.”

“Nińos están listos?”

“Yes”

“Si.”

“Alright, díganle adiós a sus padrinos y a su papá.” You tell them and wait for them by the door while they say bye to the men.

“Mia, do you still wanna come to the game with us?” Jack asks her.

“But you're busy.”

“You can come. I forgot that’s all and I’m sorry for that.”

Mia smiles in understanding, looks at her brother then to you. “Is ok, I’ll go with mommy and Cheesy.”

That has Jack frowning “You sure? You were excited to go. You’ll probably fill up your jar.”

Mia shrugs.

“Babygirl, it’s okay if you want to go with your dad. It’s also okay if you come with Ez and me.” You assure your daughter. “You decide, baby.”

“I was excited to go with you dad but now I wanna go with mama and cheesy.” Mia tells her dad.

“Okay princess it’s fine. I promise tomorrow you and I will do something special.”

“Pinky promise?” She holds out her pinky “You can’t do it if you don’t mean it.”

Jack nods and holds out his pinky “I promise.”

“Okay let’s get going kids.” You say. “You guys have fun.”

You finally make it out the door without another word and go and fix your kids into their car seats.

“Y/N wait.”

You finish buckling the kids up, make sure the child lock is set and close the door.

“We really have to go, I’m supposed to meet up with your mom.”

“I’m sorry, I was a jerk earlier.”

You nod “Yeah you were.”

He looks behind you to look into the car, then back at you. “I’m sorry I forgot about today, the last thing I want to do is disappoint you or the kids.”

“You’ve been doing that lately though. Every chance you get to be away from home, you take. I know it’s not easy being home and doing nothing, but you promised once tour ended that you’d be present and we’d take a family vacation. That’s the main reason why I’m not working right now. You’ve been home a week now and out of that week you’ve been back, you’ve been with your friends, Friends you travel with.”

“I know and I’ll do better.”

You nod “Show me, don’t just tell me.” You open the car door and get inside. “I’ll take Mia for a bit, then drop her off with you. I know she really wants to go but her feelings are hurt.”

He nods “I love you, be safe.”

“You too.”

You drive off without another word, and head to meet up with your mother in law and take the kids for some fun outdoor activities.

Once you left with the kids, Jack was left standing in the driveway feeling like shit. For breaking his daughters promise, to not remembering his sons very important doctor appointment, and saying hurtful things to you. But the cherry on top was you not saying you loved him back.

No matter if you two are fighting, or having an misunderstanding, you two will always say I love you back.

He needed to fix this and fix it quick.

**********

After three hours, you arrive at the football game to drop off Mia with her dad. Maggie stayed behind with Ezequiel and you’ll meet them at the local frozen yogurt shop.

“Oh oh, here’s trouble.” KY says when he spots you and Mia walking in.

“Who’s trouble mama?”

You shrug “Ese seńor está loco, no le hagas caso.”

You both giggle.

“Pop pop is here.” Mia says and runs up to your father in law.

Jack is walking towards you now. “Hey, thanks for bringing her.”

You nod “Half way through our day she admitted she wanted to come”

He smiles “I made sure to bring her jar.”

You smile “She’ll love that.” you look at your daughter and see her laughing with her grandpa and her tio Clay.

“Well I’m heading out, I’m meeting with your mom and Ezequiel. Have fun with Mia.”

“Wait, can we talk?” He follows you out of the room.

“I really don’t want to talk about this morning in a public place where someone can hear.”

“I booked the box next door also, let’s go in there.”

He opens the door next to the one all of your friends and daughter are in, so you go inside and wrap your arms around you.

“Can we hurry? I need to get to Ezequiel and your mom.”

He makes a face at that, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to get away from me.”

You shrug, “I’m not a fan of your recent actions so yeah, maybe I don’t want to be near you right now.”

“I deserve that, and I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting lately. There’s no excuse for that and I’m not going to stand here and try to make one up.” He says, sounding sincere.

“I know you would never lie or make something up, I can agree on that. I’m just all over the place with the kids and you not being present with me or the kids.”

He nods, “I promise you to do better. This weekend we can go on our family get away. Then by the end of the month we’re going away, just the two of us for our anniversary.”

You’re shocked so you look up at him, “You remembered?”

He smiles, “Baby, it’s our anniversary. I may have been forgetting other things, but I would never forget the moment I married the love of my life. A getaway won’t fix things but it’s a start. Time to focus on us.”

You go up to him, wrapping your hands around his neck. “I think that’s perfect. I really do miss you.”

He brings you in closer and pecks your lips a few times. “I miss you too mamas, and again I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting.”

You shake your head, “No more apologizing, let’s move forward.”

“Moving forward it is then.” He tightens his hold on you.

“I can’t believe you thought I would forget about our anniversary, I’m wounded by that.” He jokes.

“You sir, forget to wear your glasses ninety percent of the time.” you tell him laughing.

He shakes his head, “I can’t deny that” he says chuckling.

***********

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f10werfae · 10 months

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Lumberjack!Henry is late at work and his shy!wife calls him saying "Please come home". He freaks out and comes home as soon as possible, cursing at himself for leaving his baby bun alone.

Only to find her all cuddled up in her fluffy blanket. She couldn't sleep with her giant bear and needed his cuddles urgently 🥺

Henry's not even mad because he's a sucker for baby bun cuddles

“Sugar butt? Are ya alright? M’home now babe” Henry called out quickly toeing off his shoes as he thumped into the cabin, his heart pumping in his ears as he remembered the call he received while on his way to one of his wood collection services outside town.

Y/n: H-Hen I w-want- no n-need you back h-home

Henry: Now? Are ya okay bun?

Y/n: N-no

That one word was all Henry needed to hear before he immediately turned his pickup truck around and sped back home, his head thinking of all the things that could have possibly gone wrong. Did he leave the front door open n somethin’ or someone got in? Did he stupidly leave her while she was sick?

Venturing into their shared bedroom he found his baby bun all snuggled up in her weighted blanket, her hair held up with strays being held by a hairband, her face all swollen having just woken up. “What’s up suagr butt, why’d you need me home for?” Leaning over the bed her nuzzled his nose against hers, letting his lips meet her plump ones for a soft wet kiss, pulling away to peck her forehead lovingly, subtly checking her temperature.

“C-can’t sleep w-without your hugs” She said shyly shimmying herself deeper into her made cocoon, afraid that Henry would get mad at her for disturbing his work trip. But he could never be mad at her, how lucky was he to have someone so fuckin’ ready and loved up for him, a woman to love who is soft but someone he could fuck up in the sheets. “aww baby bun, get over ‘ere, let me make it all better” A wide smile formed on her face, her cheeks blushing as she watched him strip down to nothing, a factor of his that she absolutely loved, he slept naked. Opening her blanket she offered him to join her in this cocoon, his smirk widening as he noticed she wasn’t wearing anything either.

“God i’m a lucky man” He grinned kissing the top of her head as they were wrapped up again in her warm toasty blanket, their bodies flush against each other as her head was on his chest where it belonged, listening to the rhythmic thumping of his heart.

#faesthoughts #fae henry thoughts #lumberjack!henry #lumberjack!henry cavill

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cookiesuga55 · 5 months

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Drinks on me

Brainrot: College AU chubbies.

Jungkook goes off to college and is determined not to gain the freshman 15. But... once he starts partying with all of his new friends the pounds pack on and he lets himself go. And he loves it. He loves it so much.

He drinks up and munches on delicious greasy food, getting softer and pudgier, and so much thicker in his belly. It rounds out from the onslaught of fizzy calories and fatty snacks that he chows down when he's living it up. He needs food when he drinks! It's a requirement for a night out. He downs sodas and fried cheese curds along with drinks that make him giggly and warm... and so hungry. Plates of hot, greasy fries slide down so nicely with a cold beer. All of that yummy weight settles in his belly until he's sleepy and satisfied.

Jungkook thickens into a dense weight that's accompanied with a doubled chin, a bubble butt, and tree-trunk arms and legs. Stretchmarks paint his thighs, hips, and sides, but honestly, they just make him more sensitive during hookups. He feels like he bruises so easily now that his skin is stretched tight. Most satisfying of all is the curve of his newly-grown belly. He always feels warm and cozy with so much padding keeping him toasty and insulated, even against the chilly weather.

After another late night out ending with a pretty, angel-faced boy named Jimin sleeping in his sheets, Jungkook knows just the cure to cook up and beat their impending hangovers. Jungkook doesn't bother with a shirt as he pads out to his kitchen and squints against the afternoon sunshine. He needs food. Greasy food. Then he's in the market to laze around all day and hopefully persuade Jimin to stay over again.

Jungkook belches into his fist after shoveling down a massive greasy meal of all of his favorite hangover cures. He proudly pats his stuffed gut now that it's full of oily bacon and fried eggs, bloated from partying and heavy with the fattening feast that he just gobbled down. Jungkook cooks up a smaller portion of seconds to walk back to Jimin and give him breakfast in bed. He's so content to nap off his meal and steal some kisses, which Jimin happily obliges him.

Jimin easily melts Jungkook back into the pillows like a pad of butter until they're lazily sprawled all over each other. While keeping Jungkook sated with kisses, Jimin's palm settles right over Jungkook's deep navel. He slowly rubs into the fatty warmth and digs in his fingers. Jungkook is still a bit hiccupy from the night before, and each jostle makes the thick layer of padded blubber lining his gut jiggle into Jimin's grip.

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lucidreamer-uwu · 2 years

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Recently found you and love your work! Ok so this was a funny idea to me, an MC who is like, the sweetest being on the planet. Has never gotten angry. Couldn’t hurt a fly. Mistaken for an Angel. Then, some lesser demon insults the brothers one day, AND THEY GO HAM. ABSOLUTELY BESERK, BEATING THE DEMON TO THE PULP. Hope this isn’t to specific it just seems funny thinking about the demons reacting to the sweet as sugar MC beating up a demon who could easily eat them with no remorse, as if the brothers couldn’t stand up for themselves lol

Guardian Angel???

LUCIFER

It never bothered him what lesser demons thought of him. He's heard his fair share of insults, but he's never gotten as low as to retaliate. He'd only put himself to their levels and he had way too much pride on the line to do that. Plus, they're not worth his time anyway.

But when someone else defends him for the sake of his name??? His pride was astronomical.

At first, he'd be frozen in shock that you had that side of you. You got mad and full-on gave a lesser demon a flying kick to the face, easily knocking them out.

DANG he found it extremely attractive, but he had an image to keep. So after he snaps himself out of gazing at you in awe from the sidelines, he takes you by the arms to drag you away from the scene you had made despite you putting up a fight and trying to give the demon a few more hits.

He would lecture you about your behavior when you were out in public, but really, deep down inside, he didn't mind it one bit. If anything, he felt quite toasty inside that you even felt the need to defend him. He found it cute.

MAMMON

He was always used to insults. From his brothers, from the witches who backstab him, and anyone really. So he lets it slide every single time. He couldn't care less what anyone had to say about him anymore. He's heard it all before.

But when his sweet and innocent little human showed him an aggressive, violent side, just to defend HIM. Boy was he speechless.

Who are you, and what have you done to his precious baby MC???

He kinda liked how you always tried to keep the peace and defended him in a civilized manner towards his brothers, but seeing as you completely WRECKED that lesser demon who he hadn't even noticed was calling him names, his heart just couldn't take it.

He genuinely felt really important for once. No one has ever defended him like you did. And no one has ever FOUGHT someone just to protect his name!

Would have second thoughts about doing the right thing and pulling you out of the mess you've gotten yourself into or just letting you have at it. I mean, having HIS human fight for HIM wasn't such a bad sight to see~

LEVIATHAN

Levi was always one for downgrading and he was fine with it.

Like Mammon, he was used to how people called him a useless shut-in otaku who never amounted to anything.

Usually you'd only glare and fight back verbally for Levi's sake, but in this particular instant, you just snapped and completely lost it.

You would be yelling and throwing your fists at the lesser demon at school, enough to make a commotion and gather an audience.

Of course Levi would be extremely happy inside that you were defending his sorry butt, even though he was fully capable of doing so himself, but seeing this entirely different side of you throwing the whole profanity dictionary out there made his heart throb like crazy. He never knew you were hiding this side of you!

He'd be speechless at first and unable to move, but eventually he'd get himself to try to convince you to forget about the demon and get out of there before Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, or all three of them got involved in everything. He liked that new side of you, but he'd rather not let you get yourself into trouble trying to defend him.

SATAN

Satan practices not to rage over small, trivial things like insults from lesser demons so he's gotten the hang of ignoring most of them.

He thought that if you could keep your cool and maintain your sweet and angelic nature, then he could too. At least, he could try to for you.

When he sees you for the very first time throw your fists and threaten the most gruesome things to a lesser demon, he immediately freaks. What could they have said or done that got you, a sweet, angelic human, to lash out like that? It must have been something horrible, right?

He'd ask you and you'd tell him, just right before he shifts into his demon form and beats the lower demon into a pulp himself.

His face would turn a light shade of red and his heart would melt. His expression would soften, despite keeping his frown.

He'd tell you that the demon wasn't worth it. Then would proceed to pull you into a private spot to kiss and smother you with his pent up affection. You were extremely attractive when you let your wrath lose and he couldn't wait any longer to show you.

ASMODEUS

Asmo's first thought would be that maybe you were possessed by a demon. But he'd realize that that was just dumb. No one in the Devildom was stupid enough to do that. But why in the three realms are you acting so horribly attractive in a different kind of way??

The way your facial features transitioned from cute baby mode to complete war machine has got him wrapped around your little finger.

He didn't even bother to ask you why you were lashing out at a lesser demon at Majolish all of a sudden and out of the blue, until he finished taking a few photos and saving a couple of videos of the rare way you were acting as if you were some kind of animal.

The moment he does ask you though, he becomes filled with anger too and will help you beat some sense into the demon. How dare anyone even THINK to insult him!

That'd last for about a few minutes until Asmo composes himself and convinces you that they weren't worth your time and that they were just jealous of how gorgeous you two looked.

And with that, you both leave the lesser demon groveling on the ground.

He'd look back at the photos that he took of angry MC and would find you absolutely adorable.

BEELZEBUB

Things like insults directed at him never really bothered the sixth-born. It just seemed pointless to him. He couldn't change the way other demons saw him, nor could he sway their opinion of him. So he doesn't really care much for them.

This explains why he was so confused as to why you were making such a big deal out of a lesser demon criticizing him.

He'd have second thoughts about trying to get you out of the instant fight you got yourself into because he himself was sort of scared of you.

Could you blame him though? You completely transformed into this war freak that he's never even sensed on you before. How could his sweet little MC turn into a cursing maniac??

Eventually he'd get a hold of you and would be successful in calming you back down into your usual kind hearted self.

When he finds out that it was because of him that you got mad up to that extent, he would be so happy that he wouldn't know what to do.

BELPHEGOR

Belphie does not care whatsoever if other demons like or hate him. It wasn't worth his time. If anything, he found it fun to make people hate him.

Annoying demons who were already annoyed with him was his absolute favorite. Next to snuggling next to his sweet, adorable, innocent MC of course.

At least that's what he thought before he finds you at your latest murder attempt with a lesser demon under your mercy.

His eyes have never been that wide before.

What happened to your pure as gold hearted soul that he cherished so deeply? He was unsure he was even looking at the same person. But dang, why did you look so attractive being all rage-y like that?

Unlike his brothers who would prevent you from inflicting more damage onto the poor lesser demon, Belphie was not so quick to act. Instead he'd watch with a sadistic smile on his face, almost matching Lucifer's. He'd just wait it out until you had our fun. You could blame his laziness, but that would be milking it.

When you calm yourself down though and explain yourself to him, he'd bonk you on the head with a neutral expression saying that he can defend himself if he wanted to.

He wouldn't show it but you just made his heart flutter the entire time. He never knew he was that important to you.

Would have dreams of you beating up his enemies for weeks on end.

Hi Anon! As requested, here is your sweet to savage guardian angel MC and the brothers reacting to it!! I apologize that it took a while, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! Thanks for the request! ^u^

~ Em ♡

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This was originally written (and posted in the blog) in 2009. It's a perennial favorite.

Finished your Christmas shopping yet? Are you STUMPED trying to come up with the perfect gift for one of those hard to buy for relatives or friends? Do you kinda wanna punch them in the nose when they shrug and say “Oh, just get me any ol’ thing!”?

LOOK NO FURTHER.

In these cold and gray days of winter, all anyone wants to do is bundle up in front of the fire and not move ’til Spring, am I right?

But unfortunately, there are things like “jobs” that are even more unfortunately not located near fires where you can bundle up and keep warm.

What is a cold person to do? What oh what?

I HAVE THE SOLUTION FOR YOU!

The ACME Portable FURnace is here to save the day! You just take this super-warm little ball of fluff, put it on your shoulder, and although it has a head that is stuffed with marshmallow fluff, it SENSES where the warmth is needed the most, and it will settle there!

NO difficult and messy settings, no annoying electric cords! You put the ACME Portable FURnace on, and forget it’s there!

You can place it on your shoulder for easy kissing access, or you can place it on the back of your neck for maximum warmth! A little rub between the FURnace’s shoulder blades turns on the vibrating massage function!

You’re taking phone calls! You’re filling out reports! You’re even attending meetings! AND NO ONE KNOWS IT’S THERE, KEEPING YOU WARM! If you weren’t so toasty and warm, you’d hardly know it was there yourself! It runs so smoothly it purrs!

SET IT AND FORGET IT!

The ACME Portable FURnace recharges itself AS YOU USE IT! Give it a bowl of food and some water, empty it occasionally in the nearest litter box, let it stretch its legs while YOU sleep, and it’s ready to go again the next morning!

OPERATORS ARE STANDING BY!

Call 1-800-FLUF-HED and place your order today! Act now, and for a short time only, you can get TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE! One can keep you warm while the other one is off whining about how hungry it is despite the fact that it JUST ATE!

Don’t delay! Order now for Christmas delivery!

Disclaimer: ACME Portable FURnaces are guaranteed to be as adorable as the one pictured above, but may not be as well-behaved; some FURnaces occasionally emit fountains of vomit down your back with no warning and for no particular reason; FURnaces are sometimes known to walk through their own feces and track it all over the place, leading one to sniff and say “Does it smell like butt in here to you?; FURnaces need to have their claws trimmed regularly or may shred your clothing in an attempt to keep their claws sharp; wearing loose clothing is unadvised, as the FURnace may take it as an invitation to go exploring and then pop its head out the front of your shirt to see what’s going on; FURnaces may regard hair as an attractive snack; FURnaces sometimes sneeze and get snot all over the nearest surface (which could be the back of your head); FURnaces will sometimes develop the habit of sitting an inch from your face in the middle of the night and howling “MAO? MAO? MAO?” until your brains leak out your ears; FURnaces are self-cleaning and may interrupt important meetings making smacking noises as they loudly clean their nether regions; though self-cleaning, FURnaces might need the occasional bath (see above regarding walking through their own feces) – use gentle shampoo and the warmest and fluffiest of towels when bathing the FURnace; do not shake the FURnace; do not let the FURnace get cold; speak kindly and gently to the FURnace; do not yell or scream at, shake, fold, spindle or mutilate the FURnace.

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icallhimjoey · 2 years

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can I request some super super fluffy Christmas joe with fem reader?

okay so i fucking love everything about Christmas, but it's still early in the season so this isn't overly Christmassy yet... but take it as our first dip into the christmas!joey pool together, enjoy! Wordcount: 1.4K

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The Last Piece 🎄

It was freezing in your bedroom, but under the covers it was nice and toasty. The alarm had just gone off and you’d pressed snooze in hopes of getting a few more minutes in. Joe knew it was dangerous game for you to play, so he turned on his nightlight to illuminate the room. It was met with groans from your side of the bed.

“I know,” was all Joe said, sitting up and stretching. The cool air it wafted underneath the covers wasn’t welcomed by you and you pulled covers tightly around you, encasing yourself in warmth.

It was the day before Christmas, and the prospect of family commotion and unescapable social behaviour was all great fun for when you’d go over for dinner with Joe’s family tomorrow. But today the two of you were visiting your family, and you weren’t looking forward to it at all.

“Come on, up and out,” Joe patted your butt over the covers, and it only made you bury yourself into your little nest deeper, your head disappearing under the covers now too.

“Time to start mentally preparing for your stepmother,” Joe joked.

“Ugh, don’t call her that. She’s my dad’s girlfriend.”

Was there a difference? It made Joe chuckle and before you knew it, he was on top of you as he rolled over the duvet, his full bodyweight heavy on top of yours. He moved covers to reveal your face and kissed it wherever his lips landed in your current position and shimmied you from side to side in a bid to wake you up more.

“Stop, go open your advent calendar,” you tried, hoping it’d get Joe off of you so you could actually get some more sleep in.

It worked.

Joe hopped off and tiptoed his way over to the dresser where two advent calendars were perched up, resting against the wall. You heard the little cardboard door rip open and the plastic underneath crinkle. “Ooh, it’s a penguin!” Joe beamed, far too active and awake for your liking. The sudden silence you heard felt immediately suspicious and your inkling was right when Joe flung himself back on top of you with full force, quite literally jump-scaring adrenaline into your system.

“I’m finally free! Out of the calendar!” Joe’s voice was high pitched as he held the little chocolate penguin in between his fingers and pretended it took a few steps in between your faces. Then he promptly shoved it right into his mouth and crushed it with his molars.

“You’re such an idiot,” you smiled through tired eyes and received a chocolatey kiss from your boyfriend who then got up and took your covers with him. No more playing, time to start the day.

"If you make it to the living room before I do, you get to turn the Christmas lights on!" Joe tried to pump some excitement into you. It only worked a little. The Christmas tree in your living room was so large, you'd had to go out to get more lights for it, and the configuration of all the cables felt anything but safe to you, but with the lights turned on, it felt like pure magic. When you were younger, you'd always leave the lights on during the night, but the fire hazard you'd created together definitely needed turning off before you went to sleep.

You looked over at your own advent calendar – the empty one of the two on the dresser. You had opened all the doors on the first day, something Joe said you were going to regret every morning you’d wake up for the next month. But opening door after door after door on the first of December had been so glorious, you didn’t care about the rest of the month. The mixture of the sweet, cheap holiday chocolate, along with the faint idea of a puzzle you had to do to get to them and with the added feeling of being naughty had left you in pure bliss. It had definitely been worth it.

But Joe was the type to shove every little morning chocolate he got to eat in your face, and now you wanted chocolate too.

You heard the shower turn on and weighed your options.

Could you do it? Would you forgive yourself for robbing Joe of his big first-day-of-Christmas, last-day-of-the-calendar piece of chocolate? Oh yes, absolutely. Would Joe forgive you though? That was debatable. You had tried to steal Joe’s chocolate more than once that month, and he’d caught you every single time and had been able to wrestle his advent calendar from your grip just in time. That stupid flimsy plastic was way too loud for your shaky morning fingers to pry chocolate out without him hearing.

Maybe if you were quick. With Joe in the shower, there was all the more possibility he wouldn’t actually hear you.

You stretched before stalking your way over to your dresser. You looked into the hallway to make sure that Joe was actually in the bathroom, and when there was no sight of him, you opened a drawer and slammed it loudly for effect. You got nothing from Joe and felt the coast was clear. Taking hold of the cardboard calendar, you started slowly, carefully, afraid for it to make any noise at all, and used a fingernail to start opening that last door with the big twenty-five printed on. You remembered the piece being larger than all the others, and Santa shaped. For the first few bits, ripping the cardboard went fine. It wasn’t silent, but it wasn’t loud either. You had to be slow though. Gentle touches, no firm fingers.

It was taking entirely too long, but you didn’t want to mess it up. Your mind kept trying to talk you out of it too, but Joe coming back into a bedroom where half the cardboard door was opened seemed worse than him finding his calendar empty. You weren’t sure how that worked, but your fingers weren’t stopping, and you needed that piece of chocolate now.

Then the shower turned off, and you instantly panicked.

If you were fast, you could get it out before Joe’s feet could make it over to you. He had to dry off first too. The cardboard rips and plastic rustling grew slightly louder under your touch.

“What the fuck are you doing?” a wet Joe stepped out into the hallway, a towel slung across his waist that he was holding with one hand, and wet hair dripped down his face. He had heard you and had skipped drying off completely to check if his ears had betrayed him or not.

Your grip on the calendar became a death grip and you used all your strength to rip cardboard and push plastic. You managed to grab hold of the chocolate a fraction of a second before Joe tackled you onto the bed, his wet body crashing into yours full force.

“My last piece, babe?! My last fucking piece?” Joe wrestled you as you shrieked under his wet limbs, trying to bring your hand up to your mouth before Joe could steal it from you, but he had your arms pinned to your body, and after a few tries, you relaxed in his hands and threw your head back in defeat.

“Fine,” you surrendered, holding the piece out for Joe to take from you.

“Unbelievable.” Joe said, taking the chocolate, now with a slightly melted thumb print in the back of it, from your fingers and looked at it. Then he looked back at you and paused. You noticed how there was still a bit of shampoo in his hair. Had he heard you before he’d even finished his shower?

“Open up,” Joe finally said, and you weren’t sure if you heard it right. He then moved the chocolate to your mouth, and upon you opening, popped it in and rested his head on a fist that was perched up on your chest to watch you eat it.

“Your last fucking piece, babe?” you fed Joe’s earlier accusatory words back at him as you chewed, except yours were full of disbelief and love.

“That better taste as good as you hoped it was going to taste,” Joe made eyes at you, and you laughed. It definitely didn't, but you weren’t going to tell him. “Best piece of advent calendar chocolate I’ve ever had.”

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