#n I kept the colors pretty flat so I can use it as their color ref sheet 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[swordmaid]

momentous day when I finish a drawing of the hags honestly…!!!!!! this shit doesn’t happen often which is so weird of me 😭

[pathologicalreid]

the eye of the beholder | s.r.

in which you and Spencer try a new method of sensory deprivation in the form of a blindfold

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: smut (18+ mdni) content warnings: dom/sub dynamics, dom!spencer, sub!reader, sensory deprivation, blindfolded sex, fingering, protected p in v sex (condom), munch!spencer, lots and lots of pet names, aftercare, reader has loose hair, hickeys, nipple play, mild manhandling, laughgasms, (almost) coming untouched, explicit communication and check-ins word count: 3.54k a/n: thank you to the anon who asked if i could "become freaky again" you gave me the confidence to write this

Finding your back flat on his mattress wasn’t a scene that was new to you, everything about it felt familiar, the champagne-colored sheets that were just beginning to stick to your bare skin and the curtains that were haphazardly closed, blocking the sunlight from directly getting into the room and instead diffusing any harsh light from illuminating your actions.

The only part that felt foreign to you was the way Spencer kept pulling himself up, trying to sit up before finding himself entranced in your kiss and coming back down to you. Your arms were slung lazily around his shoulders, your legs separated in order to give him room to slot himself between them, and you periodically lifted your hips to add pressure between your core and his cock.

A low moan vibrated from his body into yours, and as you felt him lifting away from you again, you prepared yourself to drag him back, only to be met with a large hand placed on the side of your throat. Holding your neck with a startling gentleness, your eyes fluttered open to see Spencer, kneeling between your legs, an impish grin blooming on his face as he withdrew his hand, and his lust-blown eyes scanned your body. “Hey, pretty baby,” the sickly-sweet words slipped past his puffy lips.

Sexual frustration was no mystery to your relationship, sometimes going weeks without seeing each other, but it was hard to be frustrated now when he said such gentle things and looked at you as a fallen star. “Spence,” you sighed, lolling your head to the side and smiling softly. You shifted your hips on the mattress, and his eyes instinctively looked at your pussy.

Your sundress had rolled itself down to your hips, exposing what was surely a soaked pair of panties, stained with the slick of anticipation—a result of an hour of heavy petting in his bed. He groaned at the sight, “I want you.” Spencer’s voice was gruff from lack of use and, you assumed, a bit of exhaustion from his last case.

Humming, you raised your eyebrows at him, “You have me.” Mild confusion settled in your mind, wondering what about the situation seemed like you were anything but needy for him. “Spencer?” You said his name in a sing-song tone, trying to get his attention—you’d thought partial nudity would be enough.

“Can we try something new?” He asked, leaning back so his white t-shirt stretched thin across his chest. You nodded slowly, though, at this point in the evening, you would’ve agreed to almost anything he proposed. “I want to cover your eyes,” he explained, brown eyes skimming up and down your bare legs.

Your eyebrows rose in curiosity, “Like a blindfold?” Tilting your head to the side, you steadied your breathing so you could have a conversation with him. Sensory deprivation wasn’t entirely new to you, Spencer had a tendency to put your wrists above your head while he rutted into you, but you always had your eyesight.

He looked around him on the bed, patting at the rumpled comforter and mess of discarded clothing, “We don’t have a blindfold, but…” His voice trailed off while he picked up a familiar item from the bed, holding up his tie from the day between his index and thumb. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, I want to,” you told him, propping yourself up on your elbows and bringing your bottom lip between your teeth. “It’s just… I’m not…” you fumbled through your words, groaning in frustration.

Spencer hummed understandingly, moving himself back so he was hovering over your body, “We can always try it, and if you don’t like it, all you have to do is let me know.” He gently nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, placing timid kisses along the column of your throat. “What are your concerns?”

Leaning your head to give him more access to your neck, you moaned softly at his little kisses. “Not being able to see what I’m doing,” you answered honestly. “What if I do something that looks stupid without realizing it? Or what if I accidentally poke you in the eye because I can’t see where you are?”

“I will keep an eye out for any roaming fingers,” he assured you. “And I don’t want you to worry about what you look like. You look particularly gorgeous today. That’s how we ended up in this position in the first place,” he reminded you, skimming a hand down your dress before resting it on your upper thigh.

Your face warmed at the compliment, “That wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that you picked this dress out at the store, would it?”

Spencer groaned as he admired the fabric adorning your body once more, “I have incredible taste in sundresses.”

Soft giggles bubbled through your throat as you beamed up at him, knowing his master plan to put you at ease had worked. Your trust in Spencer was already well-established, and you knew at even the slightest hint of discomfort you could call it off. Even if you didn’t do it yourself, he’d be on high alert for any changes in your body. “Where’s the tie?” You asked, trying to act nonchalant when you knew what was coming.

He produced the purple silk again, holding it in front of you for you to see. Using his other hand, he pulled you to a sitting position and languidly dragged the fabric over your bare skin. Leaning forward, he kissed your cheek, dragging his lips down to press firm kisses along your jawline, “What’s the word, princess?” His breath ghosted against your skin, sending goosebumps sprawling across your arms.

Safeword flashed in your head like a neon sign, leaving your breath to catch in your throat while you eyed the makeshift blindfold expectantly, “Cactus.” The word was engraved into your brain at this point, Spencer made sure you’d remember it no matter how many orgasms deep you were into the evening. If you craned your head a little to the left, you’d be able to see the houseplant that had been the original inspiration.

“Good girl,” he whispered, a gravelly aspect to his voice beginning to appear. If you placed your hand on his slacks right now, you’d find his cock rock hard beneath the fabric.

While you eyed his bulge, his fingers delicately brought the tie to your face. He pulled your head down so he could tie it at the back of your head before placing a kiss over your hair and asking if it was too tight. You shook your head no.

In response, Spencer hooked a finger beneath your chin and lifted your head just as carefully as he’d pulled it down. “Use your words,” he urged, leaving his finger beneath your chin so you wouldn’t pull away.

“No,” you answered aloud that time. “It’s all good, baby.”

With your reassurance, he took the opportunity to drag his fingertips down the length of your body, starting at your shoulders and ending just below your knees. He brought his hands back to your shoulders and guided you back to the mattress. With your spatial awareness completely out the window, your heart pounded with every passing moment until your back met the sheets.

Spencer began the precarious mission of getting you out of your dress, moving your arm out of the way so he could undo the zipper along your ribcage. You tried to help, but he did the brunt of the work, guiding your arms out of the thin straps and tugging the dress down, “Lift your hips,” he hummed softly.

You obliged, arching yourself above the mattress so he could pull the fabric from your body, leaving you in your bra and underwear. Placing a hand over your ribcage, Spencer let you know where he was before bringing his lips to your chest. Along the cup of your bra, he placed wet, open-mouthed kisses on the flesh of your breasts. Your breathing deepened as the cold air met the ghosts of his kisses, you moaned softly when his arms went around your torso, pulling your back up ever so slightly so he could undo the hooks of your bra.

“Arms up, angel,” he directed you again, fingers skimming along your arms, so you didn’t have to worry about how much space you were taking up. With his other hand, he slipped his fingers beneath the gore of the bra and deftly pulled it off of your body, as he had hundreds of times before.

Even without your sight, you could tell your nipples were standing at attention in the cool air of your bedroom. As if you could feel Spencer’s eyes on you, you shuddered under his watchful gaze, face burning as he pulled your panties down your legs—gasping softly when the fabric separated from your wet core.

Spencer’s fingertips traveled up and over your navel, crossing above your ribcage until he’d taken each of your breasts in his hands, fingers expertly tracing circles around the peaked buds until you were writhing beneath him. “Poor baby,” he teased when you whimpered beneath him, your hips bucking involuntarily only to find disappointment when you didn’t find him hovering above you.

His lips attached themselves to your chest, gently massaging the tender flesh while sucking at your skin. Nipping gently at your skin, you were whining inconsolably at the sensation of him marking up your chest, taking the supple skin between his teeth before moving to an unmarred location. You moaned his name when he finally pulled away, but in the chaos of your own pleasure, you lost his location.

Shifting your hips slightly as you waited for his touch, you felt your breathing slow. Relaxing enough to part your thighs while wondering where he was. Periodically, your ears would perk up at the sound of fabric sliding, but the noises were so soft that you could disregard them.

Cold air was blown on your wet cunt, sending goosebumps flying over your thighs while warm arms wrapped around your thighs. Your boyfriend chuckled darkly from his new station between your legs. “Oh, honey,” he cooed, placing a soft kiss above your lower lips. “How are you doing?” Taking a moment from his relentless teasing to check in with you, his hand slipped beneath you, squeezing your butt affectionately.

Somehow, you were entirely out of breath, and he had barely touched you. You sighed contentedly, “I’m good. I need more,” you took a deep breath, “More of you.”

“Where do you want me?” He offered, skimming his thumbs over your bare thighs.

You hummed thoughtfully, “I have a feeling I’ll like what you were planning on doing just now.” You took your bottom lip between your teeth in anticipation, your chest deflating when Spencer flattened his tongue and licked a fat stripe between your folds.

Instinctively, you tilted your head down to get a good look at what he was doing, briefly forgetting that your sense of sight was restricted before you realized you couldn’t see him. You couldn’t gauge what he was doing, nor could you see where his hands were at any given moment—it made your stomach bubble with anticipation. A loud moan was ripped from your throat when Spencer wrapped his lips around your clit, his tongue periodically coming between his lips to flick at the sensitive bud. His arms tightened around your thighs to prevent you from wriggling away from him, and you knew he wanted you to breathe through it. Your orgasm built hard and fast, and Spencer could sense it in the way your breathing hitched, and a whine slipped from your throat.

With his mouth sucking on your clit, your jaw slackened, and your hips fought against his grip while you came against his mouth. He kept you in place until your instinct was no longer to pull away from him but to grind your sensitive pussy against his mouth. Obliging you, Spencer’s lips separated from your clit, instead moving softly against your cunt, licking you as your hole spasmed around nothing. He worked you through your orgasm until he started building up another one, now unraveling his arm from its position around your thigh until his fingers were gently placed at your entrance.

“Shh,” Spencer whispered, and it was left to you to imagine how he looked at that moment. Entirely drunk on you, your slick encircling his mouth while he encouraged you to steady your breathing. “You’re doing so well. You look so pretty,” he murmured up to you.

You moaned softly, “Feels good,” you told him, referring to the way his fingertips were playing with your core, thumb skimming over your sensitive clit while his index finger tantalizingly swirled around you. “Spence,” you sighed his name once your walls stopped clenching, giving him the okay to proceed.

He wasted no time in slipping his finger into your wetness, you moaned at the feeling of being filled after hours of teasing, and when Spencer returned his mouth to your core, you responded by blindly searching for his head. Joy filled your chest when you found it, threading your fingers through his hair, the familiar motion bringing you comfort while his movements brought you mind-numbing pleasure.

Slowly, Spencer withdrew his index finger, waiting for half a beat before sliding it back in again, repeating the motion until he found a comfortable rhythm for the both of you. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel the mattress move beneath you as he rutted against it, the simple action of bringing you pleasure was getting him off, and when his tongue lapped against your swollen clit, a long moan vibrated from your throat. “Spence,” you moaned his name, gasping when he responded by adding another finger to the mix.

His hand maintained the rhythm, but he pulled his mouth away, replacing it with his thumb and resting his head on your abdomen, catching his breath while you lost yours. All coherency was lost in pleasure, leaving you gasping for breath as you desperately chased that second high, mindlessly babbling, “Please, please, please.” The words escaped from your lips so many times that they had lost any and all meaning.

“Are you gonna come again?” Spencer asked, a low gruffness to his voice as he nearly lost himself in his own pleasure, trying to get you to yours before he came untouched. You nodded, “Come on my fingers, baby. It’s okay, you can let go,” he assured you.

He pushed your hips back down as soon as they lifted off of the mattress, his fingers slowly moving in and out of you as the force of your orgasm pushed them out. “Fuck,” you gasped, feeling yourself return to your body. “Baby,” you mumbled, aimlessly grabbing at nothing in an attempt to get Spencer to come up to you.

“What’s wrong, angel girl?” He whispered gently, “What do you need?”

You hummed, tipping your chin back slightly, “Kiss, please.” You smiled softly when he responded by pressing his lips to yours, the tang of your own slick passing through as you slipped your tongue into his mouth. “I love you,” you murmured against his lips, nipping gently at the bottom one.

Tilting his head, Spencer placed his clean hand on your throat and deepened the kiss. “I love you,” he answered when he came up for air. His lips moved expertly against yours until you’d nearly wiped evidence of your actions from his mouth. “Do you think you have one more in you?”

You nodded, “Yeah,” you assured him, depending on your familiarity with his body to run your knuckles up and down his arms.

He left a pout on your lips when he pulled away from you, lost somewhere you couldn’t find by reaching your hands out. He was fiddling with something, and goosebumps found their way to your body in waves, your ears perking up like a bloodhound when you heard the familiar tear of a condom wrapper.

While you searched for him, his hand found yours with ease, guiding your hand to his cock. That way, you weren’t shocked when you felt his covered tip at your heat, it was as if you had brought it there yourself. The gentleness by which he did it surprised you, the care that he was taking only added to the warm feeling in your lower belly. “Oh,” you breathed when he filled you, moving slowly and stopping completely once he was fully sheathed in you.

Sometimes, you felt like you could stay like this forever, physically intertwined in the same way your souls were, but from the way Spencer was straining, you could tell he was holding himself back.

You’d feel it in the morning, but you hummed softly, “Fuck me.” Your voice was gentle, encouraging him to move in you, and he withdrew slowly before snapping his hips back to yours. “Yes,” you moaned in response, tilting your head back as he hoisted your legs up, bending you at your hips while continuously rutting into you.

“So good,” Spencer grunted, dropping his head in the crook of your neck while he fucked you, his hot breath steaming against your skin while you wrapped your arms around him. Your nails dug into his back as you felt the taut muscles flex with every thrust, “Fuck, baby.”

Trying to catch your breath to talk to him, you tightened your grip on his torso, “Come in me.” Your encouragement led him to moan directly in your ear, sending you into a spiral, “Spence…” your voice was a warning now, letting him know about your own impending orgasm.

He lifted himself up off of you. “I need to see you,” he said, haphazardly pulling your blindfold off. “I want to see you come on my cock,” he explained, resting his forehead against yours.

Your senses were overloaded when even the dim light of your bedroom blinded your eyes, leaving you to raise your hands and use them as blinders while the only noise that escaped your mouth was the steady “Ah, ah, ah,” that came with each thrust. There was no warning when you snapped, your thighs trembling around Spencer’s hips while your orgasm crashed over you. The overwhelming pulsing of your cunt while he continued thrusting into you made your head spin until his movements grew unsteady.

Gasping for air as Spencer spilled his cum into the condom, he dropped his head on your shoulder as you lifted your chin and caught your breath. Slowly, you drifted from being out of breath to being overjoyed, tiny giggles slipping from your swollen lips while Spencer pushed himself up on his arms and looked at you like you’d completely lost it. “I love you,” you told him through giggles.

“What is going on?” He asked, dumbfounded. Spencer slowly pulled out of you, and you winced slightly, but it didn’t interrupt the fit he thought you were having.

You opened your mouth to explain, but you couldn’t get the words out before you started laughing again. “You took the blindfold off,” you told him, watching him nod with confusion plain on his face. “You took the blindfold off,” you tried again, “Because you wanted to see my orgasm face.”

Rolling his eyes, Spencer tucked his hands beneath your back and pulled you into a sitting position, letting you rest your head on his shoulder while he carefully untied the silk fabric at the back of your head. Gently, he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, “It was worth it.”

A laugh caught in your throat, and Spencer jostled you like he thought you had stopped breathing. You sighed contentedly, relaxing your body into his. His comment wasn’t silly, it was sweet—in a remarkably horny way. You kissed his bare shoulder gently while he removed the tie from your head, careful not to remove any hair in the process. “I love you,” you echoed, smiling softly while he maneuvered your exhausted body so he could see your face.

“I love you too, silly girl,” he responded, frowning when his eyes scanned yours. “Did the tie hurt you?”

You shook your head, “No, the tie was fine Spence.” Self-consciously, you lifted your hands to your face and touched the apples of your cheeks.

His frown remained, “There are little marks on your face,” he explained, pulling your hands from your cheeks and holding them in his. “Do they hurt?”

“No,” you reassured him, “I promise. I’m not hurt,” you told him, not knowing how he’d react if you were in any pain. “I’m alright, honey,” you insisted.

Spencer still looked unconvinced, leaning forward and pressing dozens of tiny kisses over your face until you were lost in another fit of giggles. Each kiss on your cheek made you nearly shriek with joy until he slowed down and kissed your lips tenderly, “Do you want to take a bath?”

You hummed, “In a bit.” You slung your arms around his shoulders and rested on him, in response, he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly, rocking ever so slightly.

[flowercrownsandherondales]

Could I perhaps suggest a tiny little itty bitty blurb between Wyatt, Wiley, and reader pretty please? *I bat my eyelashes politely* Your writing is amazing btw!!!

This one actually tore my heart out. I love Haymitch so so much, but WILEY AND WYATT OH BE STILL MY HEART. Also I love writing a little blurb like this so if anyone wants to see more plz feel free to ask!!

I watched from the kitchen as Wiley played with the tiny wooden truck I’d gotten from the Hob. Ma was sleeping in the back bedroom, she’d been taking sleeping syrup more and more and spent most of the day passed out in bed. In one of her more coherent moments she’d scolded me for still letting him play with toys, going on about how 6 years old should be helping out around the house more. I’d rolled my eyes and ignored her. 

Moments like these kept me frozen, mind moving in directions I’d rather not wander towards. Wiley had begged me to turn on the record player, picking out something soft to surround us while I made dinner. The faint voice of the singer, the sounds of Wiley giggling as he pushed the car around his feet, and the crackling of the stove fought to drown out my thoughts. 

The noise never did. 

Sometimes I could see the life I had hoped for, grieved over, so easily. 

Wyatt squatted down next to Wiley, one hand on his knee while the other pointed to the car. 

“I bet I can get some paint from the Hob. What color do ‘ya want it to be, Wiles?” He asked, a grin on his face as his look-a-like flashed him a matching smile, with a few teeth missing, of course. 

“Can we do green, daddy?” My baby begged, wide eyes watching carefully as Wyatt pretended to ponder it. I shook my head, about to go back to chopping up some carrots for our stew. 

“What do you think of green, darlin’?” he called to me, eyes sparkling with adoration. I couldn’t help a giggle and a grin, setting my hands on my hip and leaning against the table. 

“I think green is a wonderful color, but if you asked me, I think a nice earthy brown would be better.” I knew Wyatt would have an easier time finding brown than green. Better not to get Wiley’s hopes up. 

Wiley pouted, getting the same look Wyatt just had moments ago, pondering if that really would look better than green. 

“Mama, why would we make my car the color of dirt?” He asked innocently, his big eyes peering into mine full of suspicion. Wyatt let out a gruff laugh under his breath, his hand moving to ruffle Wiley’s hair. 

“We’ll have to think about it more after dinner. Mama’s stew smells pretty good, doesn’t it?” I gave Wyatt a thankful look, finally turning around and adding the carrots. 

I felt large hands come up behind me, pulling me towards a firm chest. Wyatt spread kisses to my neck, smiling shyly into me. No matter how old he got, he was still the shy, awkward boy he’d been in his youth. 

“Smell good darlin’. Always takin’ such good care of us.” I fought back a blush at his words, rapidly losing as red took over my cheeks. 

“Your dad offered to take Wiley this Saturday” I muttered, feeling his shit eating grin get wider at my implication. His grip tightened around my hips, spinning me around abruptly and cupping my face in his hands. 

I let out a breathless laugh at his antics, any protests about dinner falling flat at the way he looked at me. 

“Thank you, Y/N.” He breathed. I furrowed my brows. 

“For what? Making dinner?” He shook his head, chuckling at my question before becoming serious again. 

“For all of this. I didn’t think I’d have this, thought I’d spend the rest of my life with everyone looking down on me, working for my dad. You gave me something else, a whole new life with our boy. The odds of this happening for me were slim, trust me, I know,  and somehow you just came in and wiped the board clean. I never thought I’d love anything as much as I love you and our baby.” He said, voice raw and so honest it made me want to cry. I brought his hand up to my lips, leaving kisses on his palm as he closed his eyes. 

“Eww.”  Wiley’s voice cut through, sticking out his tongue at his father and I. Wyatt opened his eyes, looking into mine before we erupted into laughs. I peeked over his shoulder, my little boy standing with his hands on his hips, face scrunched up in disgust. 

“Aw, get on over here baby.” I said, a smile playing on my face as I made a grabby hand at him. He shook his head, looking away from us as he crossed his arms. 

Wyatt broke from me, taking two steps over before Wiley knew what was happening, swinging our boy over his shoulder as Wiley protested. I swept behind Wyatt, taking Wiley’s face in my hands and spreading quick kisses all over his cheeks and forehead. 

His little protests and frown turned into a fit of giggles, feet kicking, “mama it tickles!” he yelped. 

“Did you mean to say, mama more kisses?” Wyatt asked innocently, turning his head and blowing a raspberry into Wiley’s side, causing laughs to turn hysterical in our sweet little boy. 

I let him breathe for a minute, Wyatt using the chance to pull me into his side as he still held Wiley like a sack of potatoes. He placed a loving kiss on both of our temples, breathing in the moment. 

“What are the odds we can catch fireflies when it gets dark, daddy?” Wiley asked. He loved to ask “what are the odds” before every question, Jethro explaining once what Wyatt used to do, oddsmaking now becoming our boys new obsession. 

Wyatt grinned, looking to me for approval. I rolled my eyes and nodded, never being able to say no to my boys. 

“I’d say pretty good. Even better if you eat all your dinner.” He poked him, causing even more giggles. 

I smiled at my boys, identical in almost every way, utter and completely mine to love and spoil. Both looked at me, matching grins as I poured soup into each of their bowls and motioned for them to sit at the table. 

“What do we say, Wiles?” Wyatt nudged him, Wiley thinking for a minute. 

“Thank you mama!” He exclaimed. Wyatt just nodded and raised an eyebrow. 

“And?” I rolled my eyes at him, picking up my spoon.

“I love you, mama.” My heart melted in my chest at my sweet little boy. Before I got the chance to respond, Wiley asked his father the same question. 

“Daddy, you gotta say it too!” 

Wyatt took a breath, whispering something that sounded like ‘course I do before looking me in the eyes again. 

“Thank you darlin’. I love you.” 

I gave both my boys a big smile, leaning closer to them. 

“Love you both. More than anything.” 

[ilysungho]

hi katiiiiii!!! can u pleaaaaase do 78 + 80 with taesan? tysm 🙁🩷

a/n: ofc sweetheart <3 this one's a little shorter than my recent ones have been but i hope you like it nonetheless! wc: 0.5k contains: dom!taesan x sub!reader, established relationship (bf/gf), use of nicknames, marking, semi public sex, unprotected sex (don't!), lowercase intended, prompts italicized

your back laid flat against the dressing room wall while taesan held your figure. his hands roamed your body as you both kissed, his tongue hungrily exploring your mouth. the two of you had been shopping for new clothes for yourself the whole day and he had been watching you undress and redress way too many times to not want to take you whole. his patience ultimately ran out as you entered the lingerie store to look for slip dresses.

"you look so pretty in this, i'm gonna buy it in every color just for you princess."

"mmm taesannn not here please..." your lips felt bruised from how hard he had been kissing you, finally letting go to kiss your neck and leave hickeys. his lips smacked against your skin, making loud and obvious sounds. “don’t make too many noises or we’ll get caught.”

“that’s part of the thrill darling.” he removed your panties as he fiddled with the cute bow on the dress in front of your cleavage. his fingers swirled the slick, collecting it to use as lube on his dick he took out after he did your panties.

he turned your body around to bend you over, your ass showing now as the dress slipped off to reveal it. the sight had him licking his lips, hungry to take you already. he pumped his cock a couple times with his hand before inserting the tip into you. you gasped a little too loudly, making taesan insert his fingers into your mouth. you sucked on them as he inserted all the way inside of you. the arch of your back got prominent as he pulled out and repeated the action slowly to not make too much noise.

“you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted so badly. fuuckkkk, you look so gorgeous in this..." you whined softly as your tongue stayed wrapped around his fingers, his length starting to move faster. he could already feel himself reach his climax, having been horny since he first watched you change.

"baby 'm gonna cum soon... you better keep it all inside you until we get back home m'kay?" his thrusts got frantic as you hummed in agreement. you could feel your own high approaching, coming quicker as you felt him squirt his load into you. he kept thrusting into you to help him ride out his high, making you cum in the process.

curses slipped out of his lips as he felt your juices around him, bringing him back to his senses. but he felt so needy, he had to keep himself in you, to see you completely ruined under him.

"let's get you dressed and checked out babe, i need you so badly." he said as he put your panties back on you. the two of you exited the dressing room after you had changed back into your original outfit.

you went to the the register to buy your new clothes, taesan having grabbed the rest of the colors on the way. he held your waist as he pulled out his card to pay, grabbing the bag after and leading you out.

"wear the blue one once we're back baby." he softly whispered into your blushing ears as you both walked to the car.

[mysticsparklewings]

Obscutober 2024 Day 16: Escutcheon 🛡️

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Escutcheon (n.)

a shield or shield-like surface on which a coat of arms is depicted

an ornamental or protective plate around a keyhole, door handle, drawer pull, light switch, etc.

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We are officially halfway through October/Inktober! 🎉 

You could say I went with something more on the simple side to “celebrate,” but it was mostly just a coincidence. 😅 I am still happy with it, though! 👍

Click the "Keep Reading" and we'll talk a little more about my thoughts/process. ✨

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Once again for catharsis: We are officially halfway through the month, Sparklers! 🥳

...And you'd think that to celebrate, I'd actually be able to get today's piece posted earlier, but nope! And it really is no one else's fault but my own this time—I had this one already 90% finished, but I let myself get distracted by some other things I know really could've waited until after this was taken care of. 😅 I accept my fate!

But it is what it is; At least I don't think the art itself suffered as a result.

This one felt relatively easy since, as might be overly obvious, it put very specific images in my head—Much of which I thought translated well enough into a mandala design. Namely, I kept picturing a keyhole plate that was etched gold, and I went with a very basic, "classic" shield shape because the definition literally says "shield" and I associate coats-of-arms images with a pretty shield-like shape as it is. And I also associate coats-of-arms strongly with royalty, so that's where the crown shapes came from.

Once I had those shapes in place as a foundation, it felt fair to just kind of fill in with more general mandala motifs that, at least to me, feel reasonably adjacent to some detail work you might see in these kids of decorative plates...However, I will admit I didn't actually bother looking up references for this one, so if you're personally more familiar with "Escutcheons" and some of the motifs I picked look terribly out of place...Well, here's my excuses and an apology, I guess. 😆

The colors were also very straightforward. I went with silver and goal for the metal base, then offset them with some abstract shadows. I added the spots of red, blue, purple, and green as a last-minute pop; The whole package was missing something, and I each of these colors in jewel tones I again associate pretty strong with royalty, plus I think they're fairly common inclusions in colored coats-of-arms designs.

My one regret in the design is that the white lines + browns in the background make me think an awful lot of a Gingerbread house, but when I tried switching the lines to black, everything just felt horribly flat.

At that point I really did not feel like going back over the background colors to try and "fix" the black lines when the white ones were fine outside of the Gingerbread thing (and this was after I got distracted, so I was running short on time, too)...So white lines it is! Who says you can't make a Gingerbread house that looks more like a castle for Gingerbread Royalty, anyway? I'm sure someone out there has done it! 😉

...You'd think I'd have more to say than that, but...Well, this one was pretty simple, especially compared to all everything I tried to squeeze into yesterday's. I know I said once before these can't all be super complex, and that holds true for today.

Oh! I should mention: This is yet again one word where I left off part of the definition that I included on the "official" list because it both took up a lot of space and also didn't really fit with the direction I took the art in. Escutcheon, in nautical use, can also mean, "A panel on the stern of a vessel bearing its name and port of registry."

And one final note you Sparklers might find amusing: This is probably the word I'm the most glad I don't have to pronounce out loud for this challenge. 🤭 I've had trouble enough remembering how spell it!

...That should be everything for today, I think. Now let me get to cross-posting before it gets any later...or before I get distracted by something else that could really stand to wait. 😆

See you tomorrow, Sparklers. 🤗

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[team-heavenly]

Chapter 24 - The Jewel of Surrounded Sea

Or rather... *clears throat, checks random number generator*

Spoilers: You're A Human

WOW, WAY TO BE BEHIND THE TIMES, PAL. WE BEEN K N E W

This one is going to be like a dozen parts if I don't break it up, so this isn't the entirety of the Manaphy arc. My justification: 1) the main story does this too (ex: the guild expedition is over several chapters), 2) I've kept you guys waiting long enough, and 3) I'm the mod so I do what I want lol

It's an ordinary day around the ordinary Nautical Cottage with ordinary weather and another ordinary list of jobs to tackle... or is it?

"The Questionable Hut?" we ask, unknowingly signing up to go find it somewhere 20,000 leagues under the sea.

Um, yeah that sounds exciting! I'm sure we'll find... uh, a lot of permafrost and stuff... Yeaaahhhh 🎉

...Do they really? How is that thing still standing?!

But what kind of exploration team would we be, passing up the opportunity to check out a place in stasis for over 10,000 years? So naturally, we pick up the torch and make our way over.

Saaaay, this isn't the ocean...! (Also yes, if you're wondering-

(-this was a one-room floor.)

If you would kindly cast your eyes to the blue star below and follow the numbers and colors (yellow, red, green, purple):

LITERALLY if I had gone right instead of left, I would have found the stairs in no time flat without exploring the entire FREAKING FLOOR.

Also I guess this was the first time I picked up a Stun Seed in the wild?! If that tells you anything about the item distribution in this randomizer 💀

Ngl, this one made me pause for a second because it felt like Celebi was talking to me directly about my mental health. God, I love her :')

Speaking of, here's an updated look at her moveset. She's a little low PP-wise, but this combination of moves is pretty stellar! And, as you can see, I linked the first two for maximum effect. It RULED in Monster Houses!

I say this like there wasn't a two-room monster house on this very floor with Andrea in the back, unable to help with Blizzard, while getting our sh*t rocked by Agility, Sandstorm, everyone getting frozen, and the Intimidator IQ skill. I still don't know how we got out of that one alive.

Out of sheer curiosity on my part: what do you all call this kind of floor layout? For some reason, my brain has resorted to calling it a "maze floor" even though this is... literally the opposite of that. What would make more sense? A crossroads floor? A labyrinth floor? Would love to hear your thoughts!

So we arrive at the final floor, pick up our three Deluxe Boxes, and then...

Proceed to kidnap an unborn child. As you do.

Right on cue, we begin to hear some suspect wobbling coming from the nest.

:O!

I'll be honest, I didn't think too hard (if at all) about who I wanted Manaphy to be. Something cute? Something Legendary? Something completely off the cuff?

But as soon as I laid eyes on this little guy, I knew... I didn't want it any other way.

PRAISE BE TO LORD ARCEUS FOR BLESSING US WITH THIS PRECIOUS CHILD!!

...Although it does make all the talk about him being a rare, strange Pokémon kind of hilarious 😂

Amazing, that's 30 images and this is a perfect segway to Part 2.

[hotxcheeto]

Hi! Hope your doing well i was gonna ask if u could do an ellie x fem reader where ellie is completely downbad and overstims the reader ALOT u can add some fluff in there too if you feel like it, love your work and have a good day

━ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐓

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, mean ellie, ellie is in fact down bad tho cause reader is her bby, vaginal fingering ( r! receiving ), oral ( r! receiving ), strap on use ( r! receiving ), a lot of teasing, ellie makes fun of the reader here and there ( lightly ), degradation, praise, ellie thigh kink lmfao, dom!ellie, sub!reader, reader is a total pillow princess in this

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - Look at me, being all active and stuff. So sorry this took me literal months, I hope you enjoy, it's currently 3am and I am tiredddd. But I am proud of how this ended up coming out!

REBLOG MY WORK! I WORK HARD & IT'S APPRECIATED!!

"Ellie..."

She hated that tone, it was as if a red light beamed above your head and had the words 'not happy' written across it. Her eyes flickered upwards, focusing on your blissful yet aggravated expression.

"What?" She questioned.

"They're all stretched and bunchy now."

You were going to be the death of her.

Your thighs were pressed as far back as the mattress would allow, the middle of the pink shorts pushed to the side to make room for her mouth. This meant her tongue just kept dancing up and down and up and down. Again and again, around your clit and then she'd annoyingly pull away to press a sweet kiss to your inner thigh.

She was toying with you as if you were just some dumb thing for her entertainment. And you took every second of it like a good plaything.

"I know... you just looked so pretty." She muttered between breaths like she was a starving animal that'd found food after days of searching, you though, were worried she'd rip your bottoms.

Constantly pulling and tugging to fit her desires. The light fabric was only so strong, and you were only so patient until you finally had to say something.

"Y-you're gonna-" Your head fell back, a high pitched cry filling the room as she shoved her fingers deep inside your hole. Eyes rolling back and Ellie just smiled at how pornographic you sounded. Such a good dumb girl all for her, no director could make that up for some shitty scenario.

"M'gonna what? What am I gonna do Y/n/n?"

Your breaths were uneven, as were your little pleas. You listened to them as you lifted your head up to watch her play with your pussy. It was dirty, yet you felt yourself clench around her just at the sight. Lips covered in your slick along with a bit of her chin, it made you run hot seeing it, and she nearly laughed at your flustered hum.

A part of you was embarrassed someone could make you fall apart so easily. Like a glass doll being tossed onto the ground, except she still had a care for the shards leftover.

"You're gonna rip 'em..." You pouted, hips bucking towards her mouth, almost as if it was instinct at this point. Chasing after her like you needed her, like she was water and you were dying of thirst. So pathetic, she'd concluded, but it was all just for her and that made it perfect.

"I'll buy you whatever new shorts you want, any damn color..." You shook your head at her response, reaching towards the hand holding them back to keep you exposed.

"But-" You began, but she quickly gave you a look, a warning. Her green eyes dark and almost dangerous, but they could never be such a danger to you. But for some reason you still felt a small little sinking feeling that made you nothing if not annoyed. You huffed at this, giving her a glare before you realized you were very outmatched.

"You promise?" You then replaced the sentence you first formed, choking when the woman pressed her tongue flat against you, just to tease a little.

"I promise baby." She said, watching you nod your head. "Okay..." And that was that, her fingers fucking your hole with no remorse as she tasted you. Sucking on your clit with a force that was anything but gentle.

It wasn't a surprise when the coil in your belly began to tighten. Legs shaking and body trying to run but there was no escaping the hold she had on you. At least not in this moment and that was enough to make you moan.

"M'gonna- El- El m'gonna-" She just stared, continuing to kitten lick your clit. The tips of her fingers curling, brushing over your g-spot before applying more pressure than you knew how to deal with at that moment.

The cherry on top was the moment you grinded so roughly into her face that it made her groan, the vibrations rocking you over the edge. A numb sense of pleasure rushing from the bottoms of your feet, up to your chest as you came, head pushed back into the pillow. It was so much at once you were positive you'd implode then and there.

She drank you up as well, lapping at your little bud. Listening to you choke out air and swallow your own screams so as to not piss off your neighbors more than you probably already do.

What a shame.

You nearly trapped her between your thighs just after that wonderous reflection skidded through your mind, her grip faltering for the mere moment she'd gotten busy watching you orgasm. You were all but crying, even as she pulled her mouth away. Her hand didn't move from its place though, slowly rubbing the area around your entrance. It kept you on edge, almost painful, no breaks, just her and it made you feel drunk, despite being stone cold sober.

"How 'bout I take these off?" She smiled, gesturing to your shorts with her free hand. "Hm?" She then made a noise, looking at your blissed out face which stared back at her with half a thought, grabbing at her hand to get her to give you a moment to relax.

"P-please..." It came quiet from your lips, watching her nod while looking down and carefully pulling her fingers out. You whimpered so softly it was almost silent, feeling empty at the loss of her hand and oh so bare as the pink fabric came sliding down your thighs.

"I'll get you a new pair since I stretched these ones out, alright?" You shook your head but didn't say anything. "Yeah, that sounds good, huh?" She assured, leaning down and kissing both your boobs before the valley between, looking up at you.

She chuckled when you motioned for a kiss, bending up a bit to meet your lips whilst her hips grinded into your own, feeling the way you gripped her shoulders and dug your nails into her muscles.

"M'not done with you yet." She whispered, her breath fanning your lips whilst she pulled back, tilting her head. The nervous, flustered embarrassment from earlier came flooding back as you watched her try to make up her mind about something, pecking your lips once again.

"Roll over..." She said, then let out a breath of amusement from her nose when your eyebrows furrowed. "But I've been good..." You muttered, watching her nod, kissing you quickly before backing her face up once again. "Exactly."

Face down ass up with three fingers stuffing your hole and a vibrator on your clit was the perfect way to reward you. She usually liked doing it all herself, though, when you did a good job, you got good a outcome. You had been such a good girl after all, why not give you a little something to feel for another few days?

"Ellie-"

Drool dribbled across your cheek and onto the pillowcase that didn't match the bedspread, soft moans and whines tumbling from your lips each time she rocked her hand in and out. It was agonizing, from the long minutes she spent only messing with you, but she wasn't cruel, especially not during your reward time.

"That's it... fuck you look so pretty." Her mumbles were just barely audible, along with whatever babbling mess you were managing to string together. Knuckles sore from holding onto the bed sheets so tightly but you just couldn't let go.

"You want more?" She asked, tilting her head while watching your face with a look of indescribable content, that made you smile at her, shaking your head with a few small pleads following.

"Mhm, pl-please-"

"So polite.." Her lips broke into a smirk, pupils flickering over to the way her fingers disappeared inside of you. Like a very entertaining magic show that she couldn't seem to look away from.

Only this was not an illusion. It was very, very real. And she loved it.

"Please El- oh..." Your voice died away as she moved deeper and much more quickly. Entire body rocking as she fucked you, the sounds of your wetness like music to her ears. It was a sight, a sight just for her.

You shoved your face into the pillow only for the vibrations to disappear and a slap to your ass to be the response. A shriek hurriedly overstepping the noises that had been coming from your cunt and filling the tantalizing silence.

"I wanna see your pretty face." You turned your head towards her, tears of both pleasure and pain prickling your eyes. "S-sorry Ellie." "That's my girl." She hummed, pressing the toy back against your clit while continuing on with her thrusts. Loud moans swallowing up the room once more.

"Ellie m'gonna..." She hummed, cutting you off whilst nodding her head. "I know..." The vibrator seemed to move with an intoxicating pattern of waves before then came a pause and just before you could complain, it seemed to get more powerful. Pushing deeper against you, hand only moving faster and faster.

"M'coming-" She kept it quick, hard, and deep. Giving you the best while you nearly cried from the surge of a pure orgasmic flood that raced you over the edge. Thighs shaking and body giving out against the navy sheets that had already been previously coated by you nearly three times now.

You could hear her speaking, but you couldn't actually hear her. Mutters of nonsense tumbling out along with a string of thank yous that made her smile. She could tell you were coming down hard against her hand while your mouth hung wide, wide enough for her thumb to make it home.

When she did so, she let it sit for a moment, then pressing the digit against your tongue making you gag at the sudden surprise, but she had only laughed.

Your mind was fuzzy, so fuzzy you hadn't realized that she'd slowed herself. Never feeling the kiss she then gave you just above your eyebrow, only the aftereffects of the toy that was no longer even powered on, her hand instead pulling out to massage your sensitive cunt.

Her hand moved from your mouth, gripping your hips to get you to turn onto your back that way she knew you were comfortable. Hearing you sigh as soon as she did so made her confident in her position change, besides, she liked how your tits looked in this lighting.

She then brought her hand up, moving behind your head to massage your neck since she'd kept you looking to the side for so, so long.

"Was that good?" She asked, pressing her forehead against your own before pulling back to kiss the spot between your eyes. You nodded in response, "Use your words, babe." You again nodded, this time followed by a quiet, "Yes."

She didn't react though, fingers trailing down to your pussy before pausing. Just below your belly button, her hand had frozen.

"You look so pretty today." She then mumbled, looking over your thighs once more, she really had liked those shorts.

"Spread 'em." You groaned at her lude words, though your legs came apart. "Don't talk like that."

She chuckled, kissing down your sternum, her lips ghosting over the rest until she was between her two favorite things once again. She had to clean you up now, there was no way you'd end up in the bath before you fell asleep, and all of this would go to waste if she just wiped it away now.

"Like what?" She muttered, warm breath fanning your swollen clit that was already aching for more. "Fuck, look at that, such a good little slut for me." You shook your head. "M'not."

Her eyes met yours again, your little pout making her let up, but not without a slightly longer chase.

"You're not good?" You quickly shook your head. "I am." She raised her eyebrow in response to you. "Then what are you not?" "M'not a slut."

She again, looked at you with amusement in her eyes, humming.

"Sure princess."

"Ellie!"

"I've seen the way you've begged for my cock."

You tried to look away but there was no use, she clicked her tongue and you knew she'd get frustrated if you didn't turn your head back.

"But that's with you..." She let out a breath through her nose, kissing the inside of your thigh. "You think I don't know that?" You let out a noise, unintelligible and nearing a whine. "No, but I-"

Ellie leaned forward, taking a long stride with her tongue up your cunt. Focusing her attention on the bundle of nerves that seemed to really need all of her centered right there. And in your head that was as heavy as cotton, you were beginning to realize that maybe she was right.

"How about instead of cleaning you up? I show you how good of a slut you are for me?" You choked, painted nails clawing at her bare arms. "You want my strap?" You nodded, thighs trying to tighten around her head, but she kept her firm, restraining, clutch on them both. That meant, they stayed on the bed.

"Gotta ask nicely."

She groaned as she sucked and swirled her tongue around your clit. Eyes on yours - that were blurred and emptily staring at the TV before they turned to stare at her. They had never looked so pretty though. Even while they cried because she teased too much for her own good.

"P-please.." She pulled away, much to your dismay. "Please what?"

"Please fuck me with your cock Ellie..." You whined once more, begging for the other toy she had yet to use, the few choices that stayed alongside the two options of vibrators in the plastic box that usually stayed the closet, but was now nicely sitting open on your nightstand.

"Which one?" She sat up, massaging circles into your hips. "You pick." You mumbled, straining your head only to see her pull out the biggest option, your brain dizzy just from seeing it.

"You gave me the choice..." She reminded, seeing you agree while licking your lips. Pupils tracking the way she clipped it to her pelvis, allowing the tip to bump your clit as she moved it around to adjust it. She just liked how you jumped each time it happened.

"Will you be easy though?" She made a noise, meeting your eyes. "Your choice princess, m'not the one getting fucked." You covered your eyes, peeking through only to watch her align the silicone up with your hole.

"Okay... be easy please."

Pushing in just as you spoke made your mouth stretch wide along with your entrance, pleads for her to go deeper immediately following all while Ellie folded your legs back like you were a ragdoll.

"Already begging... but you're not a slut right?" You shook your head, watching her thrust shallowly into your wet warmth, finding the fake cock rubbing against your walls. "M'not..."

She laughed, moving back and forth faster, holding onto your hips but not as tightly as she had been before. Instead choosing to move a hand in order to press down on your lower belly, watching your eyes widen and an almost scream follow.

"That feel good?" She then listened to you say yes, over and over while staring into her eyes. "More- mo-more El-" "You still not a slut?"

You couldn't answer, looking up at her with your sad stare and wobbly lips, though you were only half sad which made her laugh as she kept going. Leaning down to kiss your pretty mouth that was tainted just the slightest with your sweat that made you just a bit salty to the taste.

"Answer me.." She whispered against you, thrusting her hips back and forth at a slow, deep pace, just how she knew you wanted.

"M'a slut..." You murmured, feeling her grab your face and puff your cheeks up, chuckling as she did so. "What was that?" You looked like an angry pufferfish when she began moving quicker, making you whimper. The girl leaning down to smooch your puckered lips.

"I'm a slut..." You then spoke just the slightest louder, the sound of her hips barreling into your own soon filling up your ears to the brim. "Huh?" You wanted to cry and she saw it, grinning like the Cheshire cat when she leaned in to kiss you again.

"My good little slut, huh?" You nodded, the silicone brushing against your clit each time she bottomed out as she moved over and over again. Broken moans clawing out of your throat and out into the open air confirming that you were in fact,

"Such a good little slut, yeah? Does she wanna come?"

A mess of the word 'yes' came barreling out, holding onto her for dear life whilst she kept you folded back, hiding her face into your neck. She kissed and sucked and did whatever she pleased whilst screwing her pelvis into your own, forgetting the entire fact that she'd said she'd be gentle. It seemed though, that you did too.

"You gonna come?" You kept agreeing to her words, feeling the build up swirl around and around as if it was also teasing you now that she'd stopped. "Come baby, c'mon..."

You felt your juices drip down your ass as you came, shaking around the silicone, crying out for her to not stop. And she didn't as you squeezed around her, gritting your teeth as you came, feeling it through every inch of you. The tip just barely kissed your cervix whilst she rocked her body against your own.

You absentmindedly pushed her away but she hadn't stopped, only slowed, grabbing your leg and turning you to the side. Pushing your thighs together and looking at the way your cunt dripped with your own extract.

"One more? Okay?" You shook your head, denying it but she'd already begun to move. "Just one more, alright?" Her hand ghosted over your nipples, sore from all her play, but it felt good, good enough that you reached to keep her touch there, holding her wrist in place.

"I lo- love you-" You moaned, feeling her nod as her face was close to your own, hair tickling your cheeks. "I love you too baby..." She watched you hum, her hands now ghosting over your face like feathers as she just barely hovered above your flesh.

You were getting close again, you weren't very far in the first place though. Feeling it bubble up in your lower half, pleasure waves moving up and down with a sob of bliss coming right after.

You came hard, this time followed right after having orgasmed just before, meaning this made it seem so much more guttural as it happened again. Squeezing the bottom of the pillow until your hands shook from the pressure of your own grip.

"E-Ellie.." She grumbled out something against the surface of your neck, burying her nose in the smell of you before pulling her head away. Giving a quick peck to your upper shoulder before leaning away to look at the way your cum coated the fake cock and the mattress beneath you both, the look of your worn out and ravaged body along with your slightly overworked face then had her leaning back in.

"How about one more? Just one?"

She was going to be the death of you.

[minispidey]

01: Barbie and the Giftshopist.

Steven Grant x f!bimbo!reader. series masterlist. next part.

01. This Barbie is his new neighbor!

warnings: uses y/n once, get ready for kinda cringey bimbor!reader. over-use of the word like. extremely feminine reader. reference to elle woods. NOT BETA READ.

"Yeah, but like, I totes believe her. I mean she's totes being framed. I wanna help her." as Steven got off of the lift, he sees multiple boxes out in the hallway and hears a woman's voice talking to someone.

You walk out of the flat in front of his to push in the rest of your things. You were wearing something someone moving in shouldn't be wearing: a pink lace top, flared pink pants and cute high heels. You had a purse and everything.

"I need an alibi from her. Like, she can't just like go to jail for something she didn't do. That's a crime itself." you held your phone in between your shoulder and ear "I'm totally bugging. Where's a good manipedi here?"

"Uh, I think there's a salon across from the baker around the corner?" Steven spoke up from behind you.

You turn to face him, blinking twice "I'll call you back. I'll see you at the office." you end your call and smiled at him "Thanks so much. My nails have suffered too much this past week. Oh, we're neighbors!"

"It seems like we are."

"I'm Y/N. It's so nice to meet you." you two shake hands "I'm like, really struggling with these boxes. And I know I'd be like super desperate, but I am, but can you help me, please?" you smiled brightly, even batting your long eyelashes.

"Oh, uh, yes, absolutely." he said, taking a couple of the boxes from the hallway.

You kept kicking some of the boxes in with your pink high heels, clearly impatient and trying to push them all in. Steven halts your actions by picking them up and setting them down inside.

"You gotta uh, carry the boxes inside. They get stuck when you just push them." entering your flat, he placed more boxes down. He could see your walls were already painted a different color: pink. Steven was surprised to see such a bold choice of color, but he could already tell by your outfit what kind of woman you were.

A woman with great fashion-sense.

You were beautiful. Something about you was just so alluring, so hypnotic. He couldn't even believe a beautiful woman like you was talking to him, let alone letting him enter your flat. But he did notice you were a bit of a ditz.

"Do you need any help with anything else?" Steven asked, turning around as he spoke. His ears were slightly red because of the way you looked at him.

"That's all. Thanks so much." you smiled "I just moved here, and like, still adjusting."

"It's not a problem at all. If you need anything, don't be shy. I'm just in front."

"That's so nice of you! Totes, I'd definitely need some help. Oh shoot, I never got your name."

"It's fine. I-It's Steven."

"It's so nice to meet you, Steven."

His eyes shifted to the racks filled with clothes. Pink, to be exact. You were extremely feminine. He spots furs and his brows furrow a bit "Er... uh..."

"They're faux fur. Can't tell the difference anymore." you giggled, wheeling them to a corner with the rest of your clothes.

"Oh. Well, they're very nice." Steven smiled "Are you a model?"

"Gosh, that's such a compliment. No one's ever said that before. But no, just love clothes. How about you? Wait wait! Let me guess..."

Steven found it adorable as you squint your eyes, thinking of what his job is.

"Are you like... a sculptor? No, a painter! Am I close?"

"I work at a gift-shop, actually. A giftshopist." he smiled.

"No way. You have really pretty hands, you could be like a hand model. Or like I said, a painter."

Steven blushed like a mad man "Thank you. No one's ever complimented my hands."

"You're pretty handsome, you know? It's like... gosh you have a nice nose too." the way you complimented him was as if he was a sculpture.

Steven's heart almost stopped when you casually mentioned how handsome he was. You were incredibly blunt about it for someone he had just met.

"Thank you." he said, his cheeks turning a shade of pink. Something about you saying it that make his body feel all warm. It's such a strange and unusual feeling for him.

"No, but like seriously. You are so handsome. It's like driving me a bit cray, you get it, right? Gosh, I sound like a total creep."

Hearing the same thing two times in a row sent him into quite a little flutter. He had never been one to be flirted with and the combination of how direct you were, plus how much you were repeating yourself certainly made him feel something.

"No, it's fine. No, you don't sound like creep, it's totally fine." he looks back up at you "I'm just... I'm not used to... it."

"Used to what? Being called handsome?"

"Yeah." Steven chuckled, the sound escaping his mouth in such a high pitched and nervous way that it sounded almost like a squeak "And uh, being flirted with..."

Your phone suddenly rings, making you two jump up. You take your phone out, looking at the caller ID "So sorry. I gotta take this."

"Oh, no worries." he clears his throat, taking the opportunity to collect his thoughts and calm his racing heart and mind.

"I, uh, I should go now." he says "I'll see you around, luv."

"I'll see you around, Steven." you gave him a smile before answering your phone, pacing back and fourth across your flat.

As Steven enters his flat, his heart calms down but his cheeks were still red. His eyes shifted towards a mirror, a clearly judging Marc staring right back at him.

"So. You like her?"

"Oh come on, Marc. I just met her."

That evening, Steven heard a knock outside his door. His ears were perked up as he approached the door, opening it to find you in your cute animal print night dress and holding a casserole dish "Okay, so like, I got called in to the office earlier and I never got to properly thank you."

"It's not big deal, luv." he blushed "They're just boxes."

"And really heavy ones. You are like, super strong. Plus I finally got my manipedi." you giggled "I made lasagna in the office but I got leftovers, do you wanna split?"

"Uh... actually I'm vegan."

"Oh gosh, I'm like so sorry. That explains the fur thing!"

"Yeah." he nods "It's alright, luv. I don't wear a big ol sign saying I'm vegan."

"Well... I was just hoping we could hangout because you seem like a really nice guy. I mostly bond with food."

"It's alright, uh..." Steven looks behind him, looking if his place was presentable "If you want, you can eat it here while we chat? Maybe a cup of tea? I've stepped inside your flat, might as well welcome you into mine."

"Really? That's so nice of you! I swear, when I get my stove and oven I'll make you something vegan."

"You really don't have to. I assure you, it's alright."

"Don't worry! I can cook."

Ever since that day, Steven is ecstatic to wake up everyday and greet you in the morning as you both went off to work.

Your clothes were always consistent with the pinks and whites, but you always looked professional as you head off to work.

Steven began to guess what your profession was. You said you weren't a model, perhaps a designer? A professor?

He snapped out of his thoughts when you placed a plate of fried tofu with some sauce over it and spring onions.

"Stevie, do you know where I could like, donate books? Mine are sooo expensive but someone might want to use them." you asked as you cleaned up your countertop.

"Yeah, why?"

"Okay so like, Jean, he's like a newbie, he totally bugged me. Brags that he loves to donate his stuff. He once donated a canoe. He says like he was a hoarder back then. I thought to myself, am I hoarding?" you spin, facing Steven "I totally am! I have books I won't need anymore and I don't have bookshelves anyways."

"I have spots in my bookcase. Maybe I could take them off your hands?" Steven looks up at you with a smile "I don't mind. They have sentimental value?"

"Very. Plus, they were soooo expensive I swear. I could've bought like fifteen more pairs of heels if I hadn't bought them. Or maybe just a pair of Choos."

"What kind of books are they exactly?"

"Law."

"Law?"

"Law." you clear your throat, lifting your arm and bending your wrist in a dramatic way "I'm a lawyer, obvi."

Steven was slightly taken aback by the news. He certainly wouldn't have guessed that right "You're a-a lawyer? Oh, wow, that's super impressive. Wait, how are you dressed the way you are if you're a lawyer? Don't they make you wear suits and stuff?"

"Duhh, I wear pink ones! You see me wear them to work every morning." you smiled "I have a lot."

Steven's truly never met a woman like you.

"You're incredible..."

[imdoingsortagay]

Let's have some fun

Summary: When you have to accompany your wife at another one of her boring campaign fundraisers, you decided to do something to make it more fun for both of you.

Warnings: Smut 18+, Oral,( claire r), Drunk, a bit of Jen Barkley in the mix, pet names, praise.

Word Count: 2.1k

a/n: fun fact this idea came to me after seeing glass onion and I loved it so much so here!

Campaign fundraisers, are just some of the most boring events to you but Claire always wants you to attend every one of them with her. Rather than pissing off your wife by staying, both of you get ready in the nicest clothes to where you are now, in some rich asshole's apartment surrounded by other rich assholes. At least Jen is here to talk to you if you ever get bored or Claire is busy. 

“ someone looks bored out of their mind,” you hear someone say behind you. As you turn around, you see Miss Barkley looking fabulous as always, in her signature suit and what seems to be a mocktail in her hand. 

“ No really, Jennifer,” you retort to the woman, earning a flick on your head. She also understood your feelings about how boring this part of the campaign is for candidates but she was lucky that you were here supporting your spouse compared to some of the other people she’s helped get elected. 

“ You drinking Barkley?” you ask her and she ignores you, continuing to drink like nothing.

“ didn’t drive here y/n and unlike you,” she point at you,” I can hold my liquor enough to go home and be horny like a regular person”. 

“ Oh, really Jen? Should I ask my sweet wife about a month ago? When the three of us went bar hopping and after 4 drinks, you were whispering to me about how pretty my fingers would look in your-” 

“ fine I get it,” she says as she covers your mouth to prevent anyone else from listening. 

It’s always fun to tease her in public.

A couple more minutes of testing the poor woman before she’s off to convince some old rich dude to spend a lot of money on the campaign. Yet again, you become bored and decided to people-watch from the living room area, not too interested in making conversation with anyone else who isn’t Claire. Looking around the room for her in a sea of men and you find Claire. 

Looking fabulous as always in a beige suit, deciding to rock the same colored shoes as well, opting for some flats for the day. Her hair was kept up in a bun, easy to see her neck from a distance, thinking about the many places you can kiss and maybe leave hickies on it too. Or in other places all over her body since she doesn’t want to deal with a press scandal over this because it will happen. 

For the next hour of this fundraiser, you continue to focus on your wife as she moves from person to person. Looking at how great Claire would give each person a couple of minutes to talk about their concerns, seeing the smile on her face and wondering what must be on her mind. Cause listening to the man talk about concerns of the economy isn’t making her happy but you decide to observe her the rest of the time. Going from person to person until she stops at a woman who just showed up at the party, and looks very familiar. 

“ If you're wondering who the lady was y/n, it’s the woman from the club the other night who tried to flirt with Claire,” Jen explains as she takes the empty seat next to you. All you could do was observe how your wife reacted and as always, she didn’t let this woman make her flustered, only seemed to be treating her like another one of the guests at this party. Jen seemed to be a bit curious as to what you were doing and decided to join you in Claire watching too, getting tired of chatting up with all these rich people. 

“ Claire watching y/n? There is so much alcohol to have and you do this ?” she asks you. 

“ Well I drove here so can’t be drinking unlike you,” you retort back to your friend who continues to drink like she has nothing to do after. All Jen can do is roll her eyes and the comment made about her, always enjoying the conversations that occurred between you both. 

While you both were talking on the couch, Claire could not stop so many thoughts about you going all over the place in her mind, most of them about you. When some of the conversations were getting a bit boring, she would peek around the party to see you observing her from the couch or starting the small talk with some of the other people around you. 

She would be lying to herself that it didn’t make her feel all types of ways at the moment. Yet all she could do is act like she isn't soaking wet and wanting you to fuck her at this very moment. Once she finishes her conversation with the host of the apartment, she makes her way to you on the couch. Claire acts as normal as she can at the moment when she grabs your hands so she can drag you to the bathroom, failing to miss the smirk on Jen’s face knowing what’s going to happen next. The moment that both of you get to the bathroom, your wife locks the door right away and you immediately go to kiss her. 

All Claire can do is whine and moan into the kiss, too turned on to care if anyone hears her while you let your hands roam all over her body. You move your hand to pull her suit pants down to her ankles, not wasting time moving her from the wall to sit on the sink to get a better view of her as you eat out her wet pussy. She gladly lets you manhandle her around the tiny bathroom, trying to be as quiet as possible when all she wants is your mouth anywhere on her body. 

“ Look at my pretty little dove, being such a good girl for me,” you say as you leave kisses over her thighs just to see what she does next. As always, she holds herself off from shoving your head toward her center. 

“ Where do you need me sweet dove?” you ask most innocently to your wife when both of you know what she needs at the moment. 

“ my pussy Ma’am, please eat me out,” she whines, too turned on to care and you spare your sweet wife for today and immediately go for her pussy. Claire quickly covers her mouth the moment your tongue starts to lick her pussy, wishing she wasn’t in some supporter's house for a work thing so she could be as loud as she wants. 

Claire can tell that you're going as quickly as you can, not wanting to get anyone suspicious of the two of you. She takes the moment to move one of her hands to your hair to keep you in place and you gladly let her do that. If the both of you were home, then she would be punished but because she’s been so good to you, today you decide to let it slide. 

You move away your mouth from claire’s pussy, seeing her feel a bit disappointed when she sees you enter her welcoming pussy with two fingers. She sees you get up from the floor to kiss her again, letting her taste herself from her lips and taking in all of her as she tries her best to be quiet. You move away from her lips to her neck, making sure to get the point that makes her see stars when a knock is heard from the door, stopping the both of you. 

“ Did we get followed?” she whispers in your ear. 

“ Most people were busy when we left the living room claire bear, we should be fine,” you say back before the person by the door starts knocking again. 

“ Can the both of you let me in please,” she pauses,” I need to talk to Mrs.Debella about the speech that she’s supposed to give in the next 20 minutes or so”.

Of course, it’s Jen at the door. 

“ Can you-” 

“I got it,” you tell her, moving away from your wife to let Jen to the bathroom, which takes her by surprise the moment she’s in the bathroom as she sees her friend fucked out, pants suit down to her ankles, her pussy all wet and puffy for the both of you to see. 

“ didn’t know you had it in you dove-” 

“ Jen we appreciate you but you can either be good for us and stand on the side while I reward my sweet dove or you can help me make her cum before her speech,” by the tone of your voice, Jen moves away to just watch her friend being fucked by you. Claire could not care less as the only thing that she wants now is to cum. 

“ You look so pretty being a good girl little dove, you whisper in her ear as you insert two of her fingers back into her pussy. All Claire can do is stay silent as the two fingers inside of her move at a fast pace to get her to her orgasm. Jen makes her way to the right side of Claire, feeling a bit left out and tired of just being a viewer. As soon as she gets on Claire's other side, your wife brings her friend's lips to hers, letting all the moans out of her mouth and she takes the moment to shove one of her hands in Jen’s pants to be met with wetness. 

“ Look at my two good girls,” you say as you watch both of them,” gonna have to bring you home with us Jennifer after this boring party”. 

“ fuck,” you hear Jen mumble as Claire removes her lips and removes her other hand to taste Jen. “ If your wife doesn’t take half an hour with her speech I would love that daddy.”

“ Can we bring her home with us after Ma’am please?” Claire pleads. 

“ Wanna be a good girl for the both of you please, fuck wanna cum so bad,” she tells both of you.

“ How about you cum for us then sweet dove,” you order, Jen lets her horny mind get the best of her and moves her hand to rub at Claire’s clit while you pump her fingers at a faster rate. It doesn’t take love for the woman to cum between the two of you and you quickly shove your lips on hers the second that she comes so nobody hears those pretty little moans of hers. 

You let Jen get herself together to go back out while Claire’s resting her head on your shoulder, feeling blissed out after the orgasm she had. 

“ How do I look? “ Jen asks the two of you and gets a thumbs up in return.

“ Fix her up and I’ll announce that she’s giving her speech in the next 15 minutes,” Jen tells you before walking out of the bathroom like she didn’t just get fucked. Claire laughs at Jen’s antics before trying to get up but failing badly, lucky for her she has you to freshen up before she has to be out. 

“ Did you want to bring Jennifer back home with us Claire bear? Or was it just something to say to tease her? “ you wonder as you fix her hair up a bit. 

“ If she wants to y/n, it would be fun to have her with us, it’s been a while since we had anyone in bed,” she says while fixing up her pants and making them neat again. The last person that you had sex with was an old friend of yours from grad school who treated you both so well.

“I think it was Agatha who we brought home right dove? Do you remember what happened that night?” 

Claire doesn’t answer the question, just staying quiet but blushing as she remembers what happened that night so you pull her close to you to give her some kisses on her head. 

“ how about my pretty lady walks back out to the living room, gives her speech like a badass bitch and we could bring some Jennifer with us to have some fun? Work with you?” 

The promise of possibly having Jen with you both later in the night motivates your wife as she checks herself one more time in the mirror, asks you how she looks and makes her way out of the bathroom to give a speech to the group of people in the living room like the badass that she is. 

Though you do hate campaign fundraisers, there are times when they can be fun for both you and Claire.

[leoluved]

It's my bday today 😊 can I request for headcanons or fic whichever you prefer for what the moon boys will do on readers bday? (I love coffee and desserts just lettin' you know haha) thank you so much!

birthday celebrations

summary: the boys n the way they celebrate ur birthday! warnings: established relationship, think that's it, i hope u had a very merry happy birthday, anon! ty for the request :') word count: 563

steven 𖦹

- if there’s one thing steven likes doing, is making sure you feel loved. your birthday? don’t get me started this man will go all out for you 

- balloons in the air, confetti all around the flat, gifts on the table. many gifts. 

- steven actually takes the time to learn how to bake your favorite cake, he asked you a couple months before the day to seem “unsuspecting”

- all three of them use a different wrapping paper so you can tell which gift is from who - steven’s wrapping paper is a classic brown paper bag material. he likes to sketch on his own design and make it personal  - you love every single years drawing and cut them out to save them  - he usually draws something new every year, but in a corner of the gifts box you always catch a drawing of a mini you. it’s adorable. 

marc 𖦹

- marc’s a lil trickier with birthdays, he knows what’s a celebration should look like, should feel like but he always thinks he’s the downer at the party - he wants to let steven take care of it, but he knows it would probably look bad on his part - he always asks you to write him a list of things you want, like a wishlist, any single thing you put on that list is gonna be at the flat by the end of the day. - and i mean everything, you write down whatever it is ur lil heart can desire on a post it and marc will scramble to get everything. he’ll do it in time to get flowers too.  - even though he feels like he doesn’t bring much to your birthday he loves the way your eyes lit up at the most simple things, like your reaction when he handed you your favorite coffee order that morning  - marc’s wrapping paper is a classic white with a colorful happy birthday on it, he thinks it’s cute and truthfully speaking it’s the first roll of paper he picked up

jake 𖦹

- for birthdays there’s a hispanic song called las mañanitas. it’s lively and jake’s favorite thing imaginable is waking you up and seeing your face when he walks through into your room.  - his own lil cake in hand, its tres leches. he insisted you try it. music blasting as he’s singing along and you can’t kept but beam at him the second he walks in  - of course you were expecting it. he does it every year, you even managed to snag enough words to sing along with him.  - while marc and steven prefer to do at home celebrations, jake is the one who takes you out.  - he lets you go on a shopping spree and pick whatever you like. takes you out to a beautiful classy dinner date at the end of the night.  - this man is at your beck and call, he will do anything and everything you say. even things you don’t say, if you’re looking at something too long. blink and it’ll be in ur hands i promise  you know which gifts are jake’s because after a couple years he decided to stop using wrapping paper all together.  - “i’m pretty transparent. why should my gifts be hiding anything? i want you to see them.” - he always challenges himself to get better gifts than his alters heh

[thetorturerwrites]

Grey Ch 1: Slippery When Wet

A/N: Well, here I am again but with something new. For background, this story takes place in modern times. I lived through the 80s, and I just can't bring myself to write about them. I also feel strongly that you can move the entire ST cast and story forward 40 years, and everything still works. There is always a group of misfits.

We'll be skirting the line between reader insert and OC, but I figure if we as readers can imagine ourselves as cheerleaders or secret agents, you can come with me on this particular journey.

Lastly, I don't have any fancy content warnings since this story is in its infancy, but I will update them as I go. I also don't like to disclose my plans. So, you'll just have to be as surprised as I am when updates occur. ;)

I hope you enjoy.

For @fracturedarkness

***

The first time you saw Eddie Munson, you sat outside your trailer doing your very best to dissociate from your past.

Fall had not yet turned into winter, but here in Indiana, the predominantly flat landscape made the strong chill in the air bite at your cheeks and sting your eyes. It was unfamiliar terrain, a stark difference from what you’d left, but you told yourself you’d drive until you ran out of gas. But when you did, it still didn’t feel far enough. You hastily refueled and kept on driving, ending up in Hawkins, Indiana. It felt like another world, light years away from the one you’d fled. 

And so there you sat, in a rickety, green, folding lawn chair outside a half-orange, single-wide, drafty trailer bundled up in a hoodie, thick boots, and the only pair of blue jeans you still owned. The drab, brown grass and near winter-dormant trees matched your mood - somber. You reminded yourself to be grateful for this freedom, this fresh air, this small, rusted out circle containing the fire you’d built to keep warm. A month ago, this patchy driveway, disturbingly freezing trailer, and miles and miles of silence were an impossibility.

You moved in through a sheet of rain and spent the next far-too-long using that rain as an excuse to hide inside and not step foot out into the world. When the rain stopped, you exited your tin can to a new type of sunlight. The air was purer here, stripped of noise and smog. With the ground finally dried out, you could start the long overdue task of a fire in the pit you were pretty sure you’d stolen from someone else’s yard. You told yourself it was for a higher purpose because tonight’s primary goal was to burn up every shred of anything that could identify you to anybody who might come looking. 

You’d set your world on fire to be out here, might as well set the past on fire to match.

God, never let them come looking, you silently prayed.

You didn’t hear the van pull up, not even registering the muted metal thumping inside it, even when its driver threw the door open and spilled Judas Priest out into the night. Your focus was on the latest picture you’d tossed into the flames, watching as the smiling faces on the shiny surface blackened, blistered, and curled into themselves. Gone to nothing, like it all was. Rifling through the box for the next memory, you barely registered the crunch of boots crossing the road.

It wasn’t until a voice, masculine and smooth, broke your reverie that you even blinked. But once you did, it took a flurry of lashes, eyelids rapid-fire opening and shutting, to clear your vision before you could actually see the person standing across from you.

“Hey there?” He waved his hand in your direct line of sight until you looked at his face. “Hi. You good? Been trying to get your attention for a few minutes now.”

Canting your head slightly to the left, you studied him, all long limbs and curly hair. He was attractive in a sweet sort of way with a clear fondness for the color black. Scuffed up black boots, black jeans with worn out knees, a black and white shirt that looked to say something about hell, and an oversized black leather coat decorated with a jean vest layer. He looked as though he walked straight out of the 1980s, but in a way that was strangely charming. Charming was nothing you had room for in your life these days, regardless of how pretty he was.

Shaking your head gently, you looked down into the pale blue box, still half full, lifted out a spindly pine cone, and threw it into the fire with more force than you intended. You watched it bounce before settling into a smoldering pile of dried roses and yellow paper.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Not really in the mood for chitchat, you furrowed your brow and refocused on your task, hoping he would leave. A long, uncomfortable moment passed, though, in which he didn’t seem to get the hint. With a huff, you forced your voice into a semblance of civility. “Need something, Mister…?”

You let the word linger, assuming he was at least socially adept enough to understand the cue. When you looked up at him again, there was an amiable smile on his face, and you almost regretted the annoyance you felt a second ago.

“Eddie.” He sat - no, plopped himself pointedly right there - down on the grass across from your makeshift fire pit, happy as a pig in mud. “Name’s Eddie. Mister Munson is my uncle.” He pointed over his shoulder to the trailer directly across from yours.

"You live with your uncle?" You asked carelessly only to be slammed with immediate embarrassment. Being rude was never your intention.

He smirked.

"Yeah. It works. I work days, him nights. Saves money. Keeps the place from feeling so lonely."

If your judgment put him off, he didn't show it. 

“So, whatcha up to? Missus…?”

You chuffed a slight laugh. You couldn’t help it when he mimicked you exactly, complete with a higher tone that made you appreciate the deep, richness of his natural voice. You contemplated telling him your name, but you’d promised yourself nobody would ever know where you’d gone or what became of you. Telling him your name felt like breaking that promise too soon.

“You can call me…” 

Your eyes darted around, surveying what was close by to find anything that would work. Catching on the sleeve of your hoodie, you nodded to yourself. That’s the answer.  

“… Grey.” To match my mood, you thought. To match everything about my damn life. “And I’m…” 

You trailed off again, eyes drawn back to the crackling flames eating up your history. Memory pinched your lips, and you shook your head, numbed now by all the spent emotions, as well as the frigid air. 

“Just enjoying the fire.”

Eddie hummed, nodding along as though he heard all your private thoughts and could feel their weight. He said nothing for a long time, and right when you thought he’d get up to leave, which made you feel a funny way, he broke the silence again.

“You just moved here, yeah?” Rummaging in his coat pocket, he pulled out a pack of Marlboro reds and a silver Zippo. “D’you mind?” 

He waved the pack at you, seeking your permission to smoke his own cigarette in your company. Against your better sense, you found it endearing.

“Yeah. Few weeks. No, don’t mind.” 

Two weeks and three days, exactly, but he didn’t need to know you kept track of how many days it had been since you’d begun this crazy endeavor. There were a lot of things you didn’t want Eddie, or anybody, to know. All of it stuffed way down inside and locked up tight. The only tangible evidence of your previous life sat heavy on your knees, a weight you desperately wanted to be rid of.

From inside the box, you drew another stack of papers - bills, letters, probably some legal stuff - and tossed them onto the burning heap. Bit by bit, the person you used to be became more and more of a myth. Glancing at your unexpected companion, you watched as he lit and drew a deep inhale from the cigarette. You thought he would surely twist or turn his head so he could read the words stamped on the topmost bill, your government name all across the front of it, but to his credit, Eddie simply stretched out his arm and offered you a drag.

“Want?”

“No thanks,” you shook your head, unable to stop the wrinkling of your nose, “I don’t like the smell.” You blinked a few times as your brain caught up to what you said. “Which seems stupid right now considering we are sitting at a fire that I built myself.”

He laughed - just once, a delighted bark in the now darkness. It shocked you how much the laugh transformed his face. The apples of his cheeks grew more pronounced, and his lips pursed attractively. He shook his head and flicked the cigarette into the fire to burn up alongside your history.

“Not stupid,” he smiled at you, warm and genuine. “Been meaning to quit anyhow. This what you do for fun?”

You couldn’t stop the stirrings of a smile.

“Oh yeah,” you nodded exaggeratedly, “every chance I get. You?”

He was practically giddy at your sudden participation but played it off coy, boyish almost. His fawn-brown eyes twinkled.

“Mmm I’m gonna hold on to that little nugget of intel.” He rubbed his hand across his face, but you couldn’t tell if it was to hide his delighted grin or to keep himself under control. “M’tryna be cool here.”

He winked at you, all cheeky-like, and you couldn’t breathe for a second.

“And this way, we’ll have something to talk about next time.”

You could hear the offer in his voice, the openness and welcoming. It shot two arrows directly into the center of your heart - one warm, trying to crack you open a fraction more and one icy cold, warning you that this was too risky, too reckless.

Pay attention! 

Your anxiety screamed, straining at the seams of your insides until your head pounded and your ears rang.

“Ok. Sure…..cool…..” 

Your voice trailed off because you noticed the details of him now. Details you’d missed before since you’d been directly in the center of your personal pity party.

The world went upside down. 

Beat-up, old van. Long hair. Hell-something t-shirt. You belatedly registered the silver rings adorning several fingers and the guitar pick strung around his neck. Your eyes flicked from him to his van, trying to remember what had been playing when he rolled out of it this evening.

Judas Priest. Eddie was a metal head, which meant he was undoubtedly in a band, which further meant he was unquestionably a drinker or a drug user. Fuck, maybe even another goddamn drug dealer. A heavy sigh escaped, accompanied by the sag of your shoulders.

You didn’t need another version of that guy. You’d barely escaped the last one.

“Y’ok there?”

The way he looked at you was unnerving. No, the way he watched you was unnerving. He obviously recognized the moment you went from calm to anxious, and it bothered you he’d seen it. 

Without really doing much, he invited you in, making some kind of space for you to feel seen and safe. But the quickness with which he made you feel at peace left you troubled. You’d lived with those uneasy feelings for far too long - the kind that had your stomach in knots and your jaw clenched as you waited for the next catastrophe. That anxiety was your constant companion, and you couldn't fathom letting it go.

Better the devil you know than the ones you don't. 

You drummed agitated fingers against the corners of the box before abruptly deciding to upturn the entire thing into the fire. Standing too fast, you ignored the dizzy feeling in your head and stomped on the box with your boot to make sure it would all catch.

“Well, uh, it was nice to meet you, Eddie.” You kicked at the fire again, moving the debris around and sending bursts of smoke and ash into the air. “See you around sometime.”

It was dangerous to leave the fire unattended; you knew. But sticking around for Eddie to see too much or ask the right question you didn’t think you’d be able to not answer was even more dangerous. He was easy. Easy to be around. Easy to like. Easy to talk to. And that was simply unacceptable.

So, you did the thing you’d been doing for months.

You ran.

You slammed the door shut behind you with enough force to shake the trailer walls and turned off all the lights before sinking down onto the threadbare carpet floor in the very center of the practically empty room. Dropping your head into your hands, you waited, hoping he’d understand this cue, too, and leave you alone.

Eddie

“You can call me Grey.”

It certainly wasn’t your name, but somehow, it suited you, at least in Eddie’s estimation. You were beautiful, but you were also hemorrhaging color, joy, and want for life. It showed on your face - pretty features that lay flat with no spark to animate them.

He noticed you immediately when you moved into the trailer park. You spoke to no one, you hardly left your place, and you moved in with only an Army green duffel bag and a pillow, as far as he could tell. He never saw you unload anything else from your car, a ragged, sky blue Pinto that looked oddly right parked not so far away from his van. They would be best friends, of course.

Gradually, over the course of about a week, you stepped outside more often, and he relished the opportunities to study you. He guessed you to be roughly his height, maybe an inch or two shorter. Curvaceous, he decided even though you dressed in long pants and sleeves no matter the time of day. He couldn’t quite tell about your hair color, though. It seemed to change from morning to night, which he chalked up to the sunlight that was always in his damn face when he tried to watch you in the mornings.

At first, he felt a little creepy, but it was unavoidable. You were the most fascinating person to have ever set off his Misfit Radar. Collecting renegades and weirdos turned out to be a lifelong commitment for Eddie, though it was less intentional these days than it had been in high school. And you? 

You had ‘outsider’ written all over you. He simply couldn’t help himself from seeking that connection.

So, here he was, trying - and failing - to make conversation when it was obvious all you wanted was to burn things that used to hold meaning. He was hard-wired to keep going, however, and he wanted you to crack out of that shell just enough to make the awkwardness worth it. He might know the right things to say to the oddballs and freaks, but inside, he always felt clumsy and nervous when talking to someone he found attractive.

And you were fucking gorgeous. 

Once or twice, you responded beyond the bare minimum, more than out of politeness, and he saw that spark in you - the brief flash of feeling beneath all the fear, and he was right. It made the nervousness worthwhile. And when you smiled? Shot through the heart, and you were to blame. He couldn’t help but want to make you smile again. He had a feeling you didn’t do it enough. He also got the impression that whatever it was you ran from, you’d never be far enough away. But maybe he could help make you feel safe here, safe enough to start over.

For reasons he didn’t quite understand, he wanted that very much. 

Long after he’d spooked you, he stayed. He understood running, but he also knew you had to make the choice to stop and be in the hard moments. It was Dustin who taught him how to push through the fear, and Eddie knew that sometimes, a person needed to see the behavior modeled before they felt comfortable enough to try it. It had certainly been true for him. 

Making himself that model - even not knowing whether you could see him - he kept his eyes on the fire that was so important to you, ensuring every piece, including the box itself, burned away, all while listening for the faintest sounds of stirring inside. He wanted you to know he was still here, but he didn’t want to push you because that truly would be creepy. None came. If you knew he lingered, you didn’t give him any sign.

Quietly, trying hard to not disturb you, he tended your fire, made sure there was nothing recognizable left, and put out the flames. He mixed the ashes with the dirt and folded your lawn chair against the trailer so it wouldn’t blow away in case the wind kicked up. 

And then, he went home for the night - albeit reluctantly.

Foregoing food or a shower or a smoke, he dropped into his messy bed, shook the hair from his face, and stared at the ceiling for a long time. He normally smelled like cigarettes, sometimes weed, but tonight, he smelled of campfire smoke and the nighttime air. It made him think of you, and he imagined fifty different ways he would try to talk to you tomorrow. Maybe you’d be outside tomorrow morning, seeing that he worked your fire for you, and he’d wave as he drove off to work. Maybe you’d be sitting out there when he came home, and he could keep you company again. Bring you a beer or something.

Or maybe, he’d be brave and walk right over there to knock on your door.

He made so many plans that he drifted off to sleep without settling on a specific one…

[goldenroutledge]

can I request number 2 & 3 from prompt list b with drew pretty please??? 🤍 p.s. luv u and congrats on 500 💕💕

kiss me more

pairing: drew starkey x reader

word count: 1.0k

warning(s): just fluff!!

summary: during a movie night with your family, you and drew have to sneak away for a minute

a/n: i wrote this with my aspen’s bliss au in mind, since i thought it would be cute to write a little blurb about it but it can be read as a stand alone!! i combined this w another request too, the prompt is bolded!

drew starkey masterlist

© goldenroutledge || do not plagiarize, repost, or translate my work in any way

The day ended almost as quickly as it began, but after all, there was truth to the saying ‘time flies by when you’re having fun’. Nobody had any desire to check on the time while skiing all day, letting the light of the sky lead the way up until dark.

Your nieces and nephew begged to have a movie night before it was time for them to go to bed, and everyone was on vacation so why not. They could stay up a little later than usual. Sure the activities in Aspen were fun, but relaxation was just as important. Especially if you didn’t want to be flying home with a stiff and sore body.

Once everyone had freshened up, the kids plopped right in their favorite spots on the large sofa, arranging their blankets and pillows while the adults prepared popcorn and snacks. You and Drew were the last out of your room, though it was unintentional.

On vacations like these, stopping to smell the roses mattered more than usual. It was nice to slow down from your busy lives for once and enjoy one another. Along with your family too, of course. But you’d take what you could get.

Drew moped behind you down the hallway, legs more exhausted than he led on. He was doing an awful job at hiding the discomfort caused by his aching muscles so far.

“You ok, babe?” You asked him, eyes peering over your shoulder to catch his subtle limping.

“Oh, yeah.” Drew played off. “Never been better.”

A giggle escaped your lips as you stopped walking and waited for him towards the end of the hallway, folding your arms over your chest as you cocked an eyebrow at his fib. “Oh, yeah? It doesn’t look like it.”

He took your hand in his as you leaned against the wall, his other arm circling around your waist. “I think your eyes are deceiving you. I’m perfectly fine.”

“Whatever, you say, love.” You quipped. “If only you took my advice to stretch before hitting the slopes today, then maybe you wouldn’t have to hide your sore limbs.”

You advanced towards the living room, dragging Drew by the hand you still held onto. He had other plans apparently, spinning you around to face him before pulling you into his arms.

“They’re waiting on us.” You reminded him, half-protesting but still melting into his embrace. You took a deep inhale of his scent while your nose drowned in the fabric of his pajama shirt, your head nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

“Fine.” He grumbled into your hair, releasing you from his arms.

“If you can even get there.” You teased, patting his shoulder playfully and earning a wince out of him.

-

Ignoring the heavy feeling of your eyelids wanting to pull down, you tried your hardest to pay attention to the Incredibles that was currently playing on the large flat screen. Your nephew begged for that movie, and succeeded once he won in a simple game of heads or tails.

In all honesty, it was hard to pay attention to the movie with Drew right beside you, his arm hanging loosely around your shoulders. He looked beautiful, sitting there in an ivory colored T-shirt and some sweatpants, hair tousled just how you liked it. Not to mention his features that were shining just right from the glow of the TV.

The warmth from the plush blanket kept you cozy, but you swore you were burning up once Drew caught you staring and admiring him out of the corner of his eye, smirking to himself afterwards. Damn, the things he did to you. It just wasn’t fair.

Unraveling yourself from the blanket and his hold, you leaned up to his ear to whisper your reasoning. “I’m gonna get a drink, I’m thirsty.” Thirsty for something, alright. He simply nodded as you got up and sauntered away into the kitchen.

The ice water felt good on your throat and helped your overheating body as it streamed through, taking a few gulps immediately. The glass nearly dropped from your hand and shattered on the floor at the feeling of a hand on your hip, your boyfriend shushing you shortly after he felt you jump.

“It’s just me, darling.” He reassured through a mumble, pressing a featherlight kiss to your warm neck.

Setting down the glass on the counter, you turned around and huffed in faux frustration. “Ok, I know you haven’t done anything, but can you please stop looking so goddamn kissable, my whole family is here.”

Drew chuckled, hands finding home on your waist. “I guess I just can’t help it.”

“Well, start helping it, Starkey. I’m struggling here.”

“Ok, sweetheart.” He soothed, gazing at you with pure adoration. “I’ll try to look less kissable, I guess.”

He slid his tongue between his teeth to suppress his laughter as he grinned, running a hand through his already messy hair.

Taking one quick peek around the corner to the living room, you checked to see if the coast was clear. Fuck it.

In one quick motion, you cupped his face with both hands and connected your lips together. The kiss was sweet but longing. Being around family for an entire vacation really didn’t allow for PDA, and who knew you would feel so touch starved after just a few days.

Drew was surprised but took almost no time to reciprocate, smiling against your lips as you gave into your temptation.

“I don’t think it’s working.” You whimpered in between kisses, your smile growing too big at the point you had to pull away.

“Apparently not.” Drew added, eyebrows raising at your change of tune. “But I don’t mind, y’know… maybe you should kiss me s’more.” He muttered, attaching his lips to yours once again.

Just as your hands were tangling in his hair, the ‘Ahem.’ of someone clearing their throat made you pull back suddenly.

“Enjoying your drinks?” Your older sister queried, tilting her head as she looked at you two.

Your shocked and guilty expressions turned back to amused ones very quickly, taking each other’s hands as you made your way past her and out of the kitchen.

“Mhm.” You answered, winking at Drew. “Just what I needed.”

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[isagamis]

rewrite

genre: smut, fluff

pairings: stoner!gaara x afab!reader, shikamaru x temari, sasuke x reader, sai x ino

cw: alcohol use, drug use, choking, semi-public sex, fingering, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, v*ginal s*x, missionary, doggy style, riding, switch!gaara, switch!reader, mentions of toxic relationship, small argument, unprotected s*x, creampie, rough s*x

word count: 8.5k

"sasuke's throwing a party tonight at his place, you wanna go?"

i turn my attention away from my device and direct it towards my blonde headed roommate that was sat on the couch behind me.

"what?" i ask. to be honest i hadn't heard what she said.

"naruto just sent me the invite," temari replies, turning her phone towards me as to show proof.

"why's it as his house?" i yawn, tossing my phone to the side and leaning back to lay flat on the floor.

"i think some of the juniors got in trouble at the house on campus, and now the whole house is on some type of punishment."

i hum in response. "do you wanna go?"

"it's been awhile since we've been to one of their parties, i say we go," she suggests.

i was quiet, contemplating in my head if i wanted to go or not.

"y/n, i know what you're thinking," temari sighs. i watch as she stood from the couch and sat down at the foot of the floor length mirror we kept in the living room. i assumed she was about to start doing her makeup. "he's probably gonna be there, who cares."

"no, that's not what i was thinking about. i don't care if he's there, i’m just trying to figure out if i wanna go out tonight," i reply getting up from the floor and walking towards the kitchen.

"yeah, yeah. i’m not gonna force you to go, but i think it'll be fun," she advises, "have you even talked to him lately? he never answers my texts these days."

 i took a quick swig of water that i had left on the counter before answering, "not since we broke up a couple months ago." i tried reaching out, trust me. all of my messages just get ignored and my calls go unanswered.

i stood there a moment, just thinking. "fine, I'll go, but can we please eat first? i hate drinking on an empty stomach."

"yeah, we can, go get ready. i’ll text shikamaru to pick us up at seven thirty-ish," she yells as i walked into my bedroom.

 now, what do i wear? i don't wanna be one of those people, but fuck if he's there i want him to see me and think about how bad he fucked up. what do i have that's sexy-ish? the november air is chilly so i'll have to make something work with a pair of black jeans that i have. my fingers skim over the many fabrics hanging in my closet. they pause as they graze over a satiny black button down shirt that shows off my chest perfectly. i pull it from its hanger and slip it on over my arms, tucking the front flap into my pants to show off my waist just a bit. i look in the mirror to see if it looks decent and i realize it probably would have been better to do my makeup before putting the outfit on. i sigh and grab my eyebrow pencil in hopes i don't get any fall out on my attire.

"we're just gonna go with this and hope it works," a crimson color blended into a perfect gradient around my eyelids and a light peach tint nestled in the middle of my lips. it was enough for me to feel good about myself. 

"y/n!" temari's voice echos. she peeks her head around the threshold of my door, "shikamaru's here." i nod, slipping my feet into a pair of small platform lace up boots. i took one last look at myself in the mirror and decided to undo a few buttons to reveal my chest more, i felt better this way. i smile at my appearance, i looked and felt pretty for the first time in a while. 

"you look great, now let's go," temari says yanking my hand. 

"please, you look better than i do," i chuckle as i quickly grab my necessities from my wallet on the kitchen counter and slip them into the small wallet on my phone case. temari opens the door for us, we step through and i lock it securely behind us.

"hey, shikamaru!" i wave to the tall boy leaning against the hood of his car. his eyes preoccupied with whomever he was messaging on his phone, a cigarette lit in his free hand. his head cocks up at the sound of his name. "surprised to see you going out tonight, it's been awhile," he replies with a friendly smile and gives me a light hug.

"oh, leave her alone," temari laughs. "hey, babe," shikamaru smiles, wider this time, giving his girlfriend a quick kiss on the cheek, "you look beautiful as always."

"yeah, yeah. let's just go," she didn't like to show it, but the blush spreading across her cheeks said it all.

"oh, and sai's in the backseat with you, y/n. he asked me to pick him earlier," he says as he flicks his cigarette on the ground next to him, crushing it with his foot to put it out.

"sai goes out?" i question with the raise of an eyebrow. "yes, sai goes out!" the pale boy yells through the open window from the backseat. "i’m just messing with you," i giggle sliding in next to him.

"alright, where to?" shikamaru asks as he starts his car.

"food! please!" i groan, i hadn't eaten since breakfast. my gut was starting to give. 

"is drive thru okay with you guys?" temari questions plugging her phone into the aux. everyone nods in agreement, and with that shikamaru pulls out of the driveway.

-

"holy shit, there's so many people there already," sai says, his tone sounding shocked. i look over to him, he was on his phone watching a snapchat story from a friend that was already there.

"have you never been to one of sasuke's parties? they're always like that," i reply back to him. i figured he'd never been, but i didn't want him to think i assumed he didn't go out. 

"i've never gotten around to it, how many have you been to?"

"when i was with gaara, we'd go all the time," i explain.

"oh fuck," the spiky haired boy curses in realization, "what if he's there? will you be alright?"

i let out a nervous chuckle, "thank you for worrying, but i’ll be fine. i'm sure he's moved on." did i actually think i'd be fine if saw him?

"i don't think so," temari adds, "at least i haven't seen him with anyone."

 i shrug it off. i was here to have a good time with my friends, not for him. i had done my major sulking. our breakup was messy, the relationship itself was kind of toxic. he clearly had some issues that needed to be sorted through, and i needed to learn to stand up for myself. his drug usage didn't help either. in the end his jealousy got the better of him and he accused me of doing all sorts of things behind his back. none of which were true of course. i loved-love-gaara, i would have never done anything to hurt him. no matter how many times i tried to explain myself he was just too stubborn to listen. if i'm being honest i don't know if he ever really trusted me or anybody for that matter. when he finally decided to leave me, it tore me up for a really long time. i remember the look on his sister's face when i returned home after basically not living there for the past seven months. she was livid with him. i remember her yelling at him over the phone. threats flew left and right, but i think what really got him was her telling him that their mother would be disappointed in the man he was.

 gaara doesn't look it, but before their mom passed, he was a huge mama's boy. their parents divorced when gaara was still in high school, his father wasn't a good man so he became protective over his mom. we had just officially started dating when she died, it was so sudden and gaara was a wreck for months. he definitely should've seen a therapist for the grief, but i digress. it is what it is now and i can't change anything that happened. i did all i could do to try and get him back. sometimes seeing temari and shikamaru together makes me miss him, but those thoughts are just going to have to be pushed to the back of my mind for now.

"i won't say from who, but i hear sasuke's into you," shikamaru pulls me from my thoughts, he playfully smirks at me through the rear view mirror. 

"oh really now?" my voice syncing with the bewildered look on my face.

"oh, y/n please don't," temari's voice is laced with disgust, "sasuke? i'd rather you just get back with my brother." 

a light silence fell over the car for a moment. 

"i think i'm gonna hook up with someone tonight," i spoke aloud. 

"woah!" shikamaru says in a jokingly dramatic manner. 

"y'know what y/n? i think you should," sai grins at me. 

"see! sai has my back," i laugh. 

"as long as they're cute and it isn't sasuke and, god forbid, gaara," temari eyes me. i think she knew i wanted to. 

-

 "oh fuck, where are we supposed to park?" shikamaru questions as his eyes scan the line of cars outside the famous duo's shared home. 

 "pull into the side right here," i say pointing at the side of the house that was basked in shadows. he did as told and we all got out. nearly everyone from their frat was here from what i could recognize. 

"do you think ino will be here?" sai asks, a clear blush on his cheeks. "yeah, she's coming, i talked to her earlier," temari answers, "just ask her out already it's so obvious you like her."

"what? uh-"

"cmon, lover boy, don't deny it," shikamaru snickers, hitting the back of sai's head, "anyways, let's go inside."

 i trail behind them, taking in our surroundings. once inside, a beer pong table was stationed in the middle of the floor, all the furniture had been pushed to the walls to make room for it. naruto and sasuke were playing a one on one, surprisingly it looked like naruto was winning. they were arguing as always. loud music was blaring through the whole house, and it seemed like each room was pretty packed.

"shikamaru!" a familiar cheery voice calls, it was kiba. it had been a while since i'd seen him. his hair was already past his ears.

"hey! you and i next game," kiba says pointing at me.

“me?" i raise an eyebrow. it had been awhile since i played, i was probably rusty. "maybe after i have a few drinks."

"i'm holding you to it!" he grins, flashing that childlike smile he's always had.

i stood with my friends for a bit, catching up on what's been going on with them. occasionally cheering on the energetic yellow haired boy during his game. i check the time on my phone and realize i had been here thirty minutes already and hadn't gotten a drink yet.

"i'll be right back, i'm gonna go get a drink," i yell over the music to my blonde best friend next to me. as i turn on my heel, my shoulder bumps into someone. 

"oh, sorry," i look up to see the quote on quote "mystery boy" every freshman girl swoons over, "oh, hey sasuke." shikamaru's words from earlier rung through my ears. sasuke was attractive, and word around the sororities was that he was amazing in bed. i was highly considering it, we were friends, surely it wouldn't be weird. 

"hey, y/n," he smiles, his eyes glance down at my empty hands, "you want a drink?" i nodded with a small smile. 

 i follow in toe as we walk to the kitchen together. as soon as i cross the threshold, my eyes immediately spot him. he’s leaning up against the kitchen counter. one hand resting on the counter, the other holding a bottle of beer. that forehead tattoo looks as stupid as it did when he first got it along with that dumb black eyeliner he always has on. it looked like he'd gotten more tattoos on his left arm as well, forming a patchwork sleeve. he looked so stupid, but god he looked so sexy. it angered me that our styles still clashed though. of course he'd wear something that nearly matched my own outfit. a somewhat fitted black t-shirt hugged his torso, the sleeves rolled up just a little bit, scrunched up above a pair of black straight legged jeans. i roll my eyes. i'm not here for him, i remind myself. 

 the cooler just had to be at his feet. he seems too enthralled in whatever he and his brother are talking about to notice us. sasuke opens it and passes me a seltzer, he grabs a bottle for himself as well. just when i think we're in the clear, a tipsy voice calls out my name. i turn around slowly to see kankuro stupidly waving at me and gaara staring dead at sasuke. i forgot how strong his dislike for him was. if it weren't for naruto, he wouldn't even attend these parties. they just never seemed to get along. 

"uh, i'll catch up with you in a sec, let me just say hi to kankuro real quick," please don't do anything to provoke him, please don't do it.

"okay, don't take too long though," he winks at me turns his head slightly to give gaara a very clear smirk. oh fuck me, i just said don't do that.

i mentally face palmed at sasuke's actions. he knew what he was doing. 

"hey.." i greet them nervously.

"how you been? i haven't seen you in forever," he cheers, hugging me tightly in the process. kankuro had always been friendly with me, we had gotten super close when i was with gaara.

"i've been fine," i reply opening my drink and taking a quick sip.

 seeing my ex boyfriend up close now, it seemed he's changed a bit. his fiery red hair fell messily just below his ears. a shiny silver piercing sat on his right brow bone along with a small stud in his nose. rings decorated his fingers alongside the spider tattoo that covered the back of his right hand. he's making it so hard for me not to just pull him into a back room and let him have his way with me. i know that's just the loneliness thinking though, if all goes well with sasuke tonight then i won't have to worry about it anymore. his grey irises couldn't hide the red veins that protruded from the corners of his eyes. he had been smoking. 

 i snap myself out of whatever trance he had me in and honed in on what kankuro was going on about. gaara had yet to say anything to me, i could see him eyeing me up and down though. i couldn't read his face, then again i've never really been able to. 

"anyways, you and temari can come by the house whenever, i miss us hanging out," the red head shot his brother a sharp look nearly choking on his drink. i'm not sure why though, gaara lives alone, it's not like he would see me. maybe he just wasn't expecting him to say that. 

"yeah, i'll have to talk to her about it, but i miss us hanging out too," i comfort the poor drunk, "i should get back to my friends, i think sasuke was wanting to play a round with me. i'll see you later." kankuro gave me a slurred 'bye' as i awkwardly walked away. 

-

"kiba, you really like to call yourself the king of this game, but goddamn are you losing terribly to us," i burst into laughter. kiba and naruto challenged sasuke and i and jesus christ was that a huge mistake. they were just downing drink after drink as we kept sinking the ping pong balls.

"shut up, y/n. i'm only going easy on you two," the brown headed boy defends as he misses yet another cup.

"please, you know i'm better than you any day," i retort as i sink the very last cup earning a congratulatory high five from my partner and receiving a middle finger from our opponents.

"for you, my partner in crime," sasuke grins as he hands me another hard seltzer can. i gratefully accept it, high off the win we just had. there're so many more people packed into the crowd than there were earlier. i've had a few to drink at this point and it's starting to hit me slowly. 

mr. mystery leans down to whisper in my ear,"we can go dance if you'd like." i can feel butterflies in my belly by the tone he's using. 

 i take a sip of my drink before answering, but there he was again out of the corner of my eye, leaning against the support beam closest to the entrance of the kitchen. arms crossed and a stern glare on his face. almost like he was jealous. no he was definitely jealous, and getting angry judging by how he was chewing on his cheek. i was just about to give the boy next to me answer before we're interrupted. 

"hey, sasuke, i think someone let your dog out," naruto treads toward us, his hand rubbing the back of his neck nervously. he's absolutely the one that let the dog out. 

"goddamnit," he curses, he turns to me before walking to inspect the situation, "i'll be right back i promise." 

 my eyes shift to gaara immediately, i know he'll fight if he gets mad enough. i watch as he moves from his spot and starts heading down the hall.

"hey, i'll be back," i turn to temari, "i have to pee." i leave my half empty drink on the table in front of me, walking towards the direction gaara was going. he surprisingly wasn't following sasuke, he had gone the opposite way actually. i push past all the party goers that are crowding the hall until i reach the door at the very end. my ear presses up against the wooden door and listens closely to make sure i wasn't interrupting anyone. no noise, good to go. with a swift swing of the door, i enter and shut it behind me. a sigh of relief escapes my lips, crisis avoided. now i could  finally have a little moment to myself. that was until i opened my eyes. 

"oh, how classy," i announce to the sight in front of me.

gaara was crouched over the bathroom counter, a rolled dollar bill to his nose and white lines sat divided on the back of his phone. i don't even think he heard me come in. i watch as he stands up straight, throwing his head back and rubbing his nose.

"oh, please, don't give me that shit," he sneers.

"can't say i'm surprised," i huff in response.

"what do you want from me, y/n?" gaara interrogates, leaning on the counter and looking at himself in the mirror.

"i don't want anything from you, gaara," i spit his name out like it was poison on my tongue.

he scoffs as he turns to face the wall, arms crossed. "why'd you come tonight?"

"why does it matter?"

"i don't know, just seems like you're trying to make me jealous."

my eyes roll in annoyance, "please, you're insane."

"so then what's going on with sasuke?"

"why does it matter?" my voice raises, i know this is the reaction he wants, but i'm too frustrated to care, "you broke up with me! why do you care about what i'm doing?" 

i could see his jaw clench from where i stood.

"i look hot, i feel hot, so why not?" i know i had to be pushing some of his buttons, "i was told sasuke was interested so i went along with it."

"that's enough," he was getting angry. his eyes felt like daggers tearing at my skin the way they peered into mine.

"i'm sure he's a better fuck any-" i was cut off by gaara's arms pulling me from where i stood and shoving me against the wall.

"i said that's enough," he breathes heavily against my neck, ''you never know when to shut the fuck up."

i felt a ping in my stomach as he said the last part, not because it hurt but because he was so hot when he was pissed off. his face was so close to mine. if only he would lean in a little more.

i smirk, my eyes darting to his lips and back up to meet his gaze, "you wanna kiss me so bad, it makes you look fucking stupid." i know i shouldn't be doing this, but he's just so intoxicating i can't help it.

"you are such a bitch," he spat out before suddenly grabbing me by the neck and pulling my lips to his. the metal of his rings was so cold against my skin it sent shivers down my spine. he kisses me so harshly, but so desperately. his hands grab at me like he didn't know where to touch me first. it was like i was made of sand and if he didn't grasp at every part of me, i would just slip through his fingertips. 

"fuck, i missed this so much," he breathes as his mouth attaches to my neck. 

"looking a bit desperate aren't we?" i tease, probably crossing a line with that one.  

"i really couldn't give a fuck," he nearly whines, his fingers finally making their way up my shirt. his skin was hot to the touch on mine. each graze of his fingertips leaves a trail of goosebumps across my waist.  i let out a deep sigh at the feeling of him touching me, i had been yearning for this since we broke up. we shouldn't even be doing this right now, it made no sense. he broke up with me and then just completely ghosted me. i shouldn't be giving him the satisfaction of being with me again. i'll beat myself up about it tomorrow, for now i just need to soak this in.

"can i touch you here?" he whispers against my skin, his hand grazing over the zipper of my pants.

"please, " i lightly beg. his hands were swift in unbuttoning my jeans. he slowly makes his way under the thin fabric of my panties and slips his finger into my slit. i've been squeezing my thighs together for the past five minutes to relieve the pressure building up. i know he can feel my arousal. 

 "fuck, so wet," his lips were leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses on my neck, "can i eat you out here?" his middle finger rubbed me up and down. 

 "i would much rather do this at your place," i was not going to chance someone walking in on us, how embarrassing that would be. 

 "i was hoping you would say that," he smirks at me. he gives me a small kiss on my cheek before zipping my pants back up for me.  

 he grabs my hand and leads me out of the bathroom. i check my phone quickly to see the time, ten o' clock, and the party was still so crowded. i hoped nobody would spot us leaving together, but it looked like everyone was preoccupied with naruto doing keg stands on his back deck. i felt a little bad leaving sasuke high and dry, but i know for sure there's plenty of girls at this party that want to fuck him, he'll be fine.

"i wonder what happened to sai," i thought out loud. i hadn't seen him since we got here.

"sai?" gaara questions, probably confused as to why he was there.

"yeah, he rode with us, i haven-" i cut myself off at the sight in front of us. the blonde, long haired girl in front of me was pressed against the wall sucking face with the shy pale boy i came here with. "oh, shit," i laugh. sai's head immediately snaps to the direction of my voice. a deep red washing over his cheeks. "i won't tell if you won't," i add. he nods nervously. "be safe you two." gaara laughs at the sight of the two together, "was not expecting that." i shake my head at him and follow behind as he leads me to his car. the familiar blacked out 240 soon comes into view.

"here," gaara says opening the passenger side door for me. "thank yo-wait are you good to drive?" i question knowing he had some to drink along with the drugs he took earlier.

"yeah, babe, i'm fine," he says nonchalantly, "plus i live just a few minutes away, remember?" a blush creeps onto my cheeks at the nickname. he knew what he was doing. 

"gaara!" a voice interrupts my thoughts. it was naruto, jogging straight to us.

"y/n?" the blonde boy raises a brow at me, "anyways, gaara, do you have any extra wraps?"

"yeah, hold on," the red head responds, reaching over my legs to open the glove box through the window. he pulls out two swisher packets and hands them to his friend. "thanks!" naruto bubbles, "oh and i won't tell temari." leaving us with a wink, he runs back up to join the party. gaara chuckled as he sits in the driver's seat, "what's temari gonna do?"

"kill me, is what she's gonna do," i reply.

he just shakes his head, starting the car and pulling out of driveway. 

-

 i had forgotten what it was like to ride with gaara. he always drove just a little too fast. his left hand gripped the steering wheel, the other on the stick shift. his window was rolled down just enough for the wind to brush through his hair. i watch longingly as he sings along to the music that was blaring.the glow of his interior lights hits the contours of his face perfectly. he just looked so good. for a moment i wonder if he had been with anyone else when we were apart. if any other girl had sat on this seat and seen this same view while he took them to his place to hook up. oh, what am i saying. it shouldn't matter we're broken up, he can be with whoever he wants. i'm not going to lie and say it doesn't suck to think about though. 

 before i knew it, we were pulling into his own driveway. that's when it hit me. am i really about to hook up with my ex? what's the worst that could happen? sex was sex, this was probably just going to be a one time thing, and then we'd never talk again. i follow gaara with my eyes as he got out and comes around to open the door for me. he immediately grabs my hand and rushes us to the front door. his fingers fiddle with his keys before unlocking the door, pulling both of us in and locking the door. his eyes grew dark as the tension set it in.

"you wanna smoke?" he asks setting his keys down and grabbing a packet of swishers from the kitchen counter.

"sure," i let out a sigh of relief, knowing the weed would settle my nerves.

 he leads me to his bedroom, it was cleaner than it used to be. clothes weren't scattered all over the floor like they were when i was staying here. red lights were placed in a couple of corners, adding to the ambiance. i sat on his bed, slipping off my shoes and crossing my legs on the mattress. gaara walks over to his desk to grab his small rolling tray and brought it over to the bed. as his fingers worked to break down the flower, i took a long look around his room. it was pretty much the same since i had last been here. band posters scattered the walls, photos of friends taped up beside them. soft blankets laid across his bed atop black sheets. i fell back onto the pillows behind me, staring at the ceiling, and taking a deep breath.

"what?" the red head laughs, spreading the broken up bits of cannabis into the wrap.

"nothing, i just don't know why i'm here."

"i'm not holding you hostage, you can go whenever."

i lift my head only to add a pillow for support so i could see him better, "do you want me to go?"

he turns his attention to me, his eyes are soft, "no, i don't." his words comfort. i shouldn't let them, but i've missed him too much to care.

"put some music on, it's too quiet," he says motioning to his laptop on the bedside table.

 i reach over and opened it up, hitting shuffle on his library. as the music played i became mesmerized in the way gaara rolled his blunt. my eyes watch intently as his fingers work smoothly to roll. his tongue slowly licks along the edge to seal it. his hand brought up a red lighter to make sure it was sealed properly. with that he brought it to his lips and flicked the lighter. he took in a long inhale to get it started and then passes it to me between his two fingers. i took it between my own and lean back, one arm behind my head for support. i brought it to my lips and inhale deeply. the smoke filling my lungs completely. gaara rid himself of his shoes and laid next to me. leaving a bit of space, unsure if i wanted him closer. i exhale slowly, watching the smoke dance around and eventually dissipate into the air. passing it back to him, i notice his eyes were already heavy. a glaze set over them.

"stop staring," he jabs playfully.

"please, like you haven't been staring at me all night," i reply hitting his arm.

his head turns to look at me, "c'mere." i lean into him, his hand comes around to caress my head. my lips part as gaara exhales into my mouth, lips grazing mine gently. grey eyes gazing into mine. i once again inhale the smoke as he watches, my head starting to feel light.

kiss him.

i close a bit of the little space that was left between us.

"can i touch you?" he asks tenderly, i nod in response. his fingertips grazed over the exposed skin of my waist where my shirt had ruffled up, "you look beautiful."

 another light blush blooms over my cheeks. i brought my finger up to trace over the new tattoos that littered his arms, his skin was soft and warm. without a warning, he pulls my face to his by my chin and attaches his lips to mine. this kiss was different than the last. less anger, more pent up emotion. he adjusts himself to hover over me, his left hand putting the blunt still between his fingers in the ashtray next to the bed. his other hand presses against the pillow beside my neck.

"i'm sorry for everything, really, please let me make it up to you," he pleads in a whisper against my lips. 

"okay." please don't be lying.

 he settles himself between my legs, a wandering hand travels up and down my waist. his tongue pushing into my mouth. with them still connected to mine, he works at the button on my pants. he sat to his knees and pulls them off in one swift motion, ridding himself of his shirt in the process. he had definitely been working out because he wasn't this toned when we were together, there's more of a thickness as well. the creases in his abdomen showed off a very subtle six pack. a light v-line etched into his lower torso. i bit my lip lightly at how sexy he looked. the red lights in the room casted all the right shadows across his body. gaara leaned back down to pepper kisses across my neck. his fingers fiddle with the top few buttons on my shirt, opening it just enough to gain access to my chest. hands immediately grab at my breasts, massaging lightly, earning a small whine from me. the red head smiled to himself, he loved the little noises i made. wet lips trail down my chest, nipping here and there. i pull the fabric of my shirt up a bit to give him more skin to graze. his tongue starts to make small circles on my stomach. two fingers hook onto my underwear, pulling them down gently. i adjust myself to get a little more comfortable. his warm breath fanned over me, worsening my already apparent arousal. he brought himself back up to eye level to give me a tender kiss, his slender finger dragging achingly slow on my outer fold. 

"please, stop teasing," i beg, practically breathless.

"what do you want me to do baby? use your words," he replies innocently, kissing along my collarbones. "eat me out," i pleaded trying to push him back down, "please"

"that's all you had to say," a smirk evident in his tone.

 his hands find their way to the back of my thighs and give them a slight push to open me up. his head dips down to leave wet kisses around my slit. his eyes dart to my face as his thumbs pull apart my outer lips. a gentle lick to my clit, and i completely melt underneath him. i throw my head back and grab at his hair. that single touch felt like a million volts of electricity had been sent surging through my body. he laps his tongue at my clit, circling around it before bringing it to my entrance. sliding it in and out, coaxing a moan from me. my juices coating his tongue. he had single-handedly corrupted every single nerve ending, and my body couldn't do anything but tremble. 

"so sweet," he murmurs against me, complimenting my taste.

"fuck," i breath as he circles my clit once more. my hand grips his hair a little tighter. i had never had anyone pleasure me the way he did, it was unbelievable. the wave of euphoria that washed over me was unmatchable. his tongue just forms perfectly to me, it takes me by surprise now just like it did when we were together. 

 i look down at him only to be met with his already staring at me. the intimacy makes my head fall back on the pillows, my back arches as if on cue. gaara knows how much i was enjoying it. he started to give my clit a light suck to see how i reacted. as expected, a drawn out 'gaara' slips from my tongue as my chest starts to heave. he kept at it, alternating between hard sucks and light licking. my hand that wasn't clasped to his hair massaged my breast, bringing my nipple between my fingers. he watches intently at my pathetic attempt to stimulate myself more. that was it for him, he needed to be inside me. he detached himself from the sensitive bud. i whine as i felt the tension that had been building in my gut the past few minutes disappear into nothing. 

"you taste as good as always," he whispers against my belly, his hands working to get his pants off.

"and you were just as good as you used to be," i chuckle.

"what should we do now?" he hums against my neck. his clothed dick pressed against my clit. "you wanna ride me or do you want me to fuck you?"

my hand rests on the side of his head as he kisses my neck. suddenly, my mind went back to that thought of him being with anyone else in this room. i had to ask him, if i didn't i'd think about it the whole time we were together tonight. i can't get upset if he has been with someone though. we're grown adults that were broken up for a while and lived our own lives. i cannot get mad. 

"gaara?" 

"yes?" he replies, detaching his lips from my neck to look me in the eyes.

"did you sleep with anyone else while we were apart?" i search his eyes for an obvious answer, he's always been good at hiding things.

"you want the truth?" i hesitantly nod my head.

"i tried, but i couldn't ever bring them home," he sighs, "i found myself looking for you in them."

"yeah, same here, i couldn't get over that it wasn't you," it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. it made me feel less lonely that he felt the same. 

"i don't think i would ever be able to replace you," he coos, his hand holding my chin gently. his eyes glance down to my lips before pressing his own against them. 

"can i ride you?" i mutter against them, a new found confidence entering.

"please," gaara whines in response. 

he removes himself from me to sit up against the wall. i quickly straddle him, not yet allowing him inside. i finish unbuttoning my shirt that already had apparent wrinkles all over. i toss it on the floor next to us. the red head's hands desperately grab at my waist to pull me down onto him. i immediately swat them away.

"ah, ah, ah," i whisper holding his hands together, "no touching."

"okay," he submits right away. those stupid little doe eyes he's giving me, i could do whatever i wanted to him. i haven't been able to see him like this in so long. the excitement is going straight to my clit, and i want nothing more than for him to be inside of me. 

"please, just fuck me already," he whimpers, his hips rutting up against mine. i can feel how hard he is against me, and i can't wait to see his face once he slips inside. 

 i let go of his hands to position myself to free him of his boxers. i pull them off slowly, his cock subtly revealing itself. i salivate at the sight of the leaking precum that drips from his angry red tip. gaara groans at the release of pressure. i straddle him once more, grabbing his wrists and pinning them together with one hand against the wall above his head. with the other, i held his cock up straight to lower myself onto the tip. a breath hitches in my throat as he opens me up, gaara’s breathing heavily in front of me. i sit up straight so i can watch his face. my cunt slowly sucks him in, i watch as gaara's mouth falls open and his eyes squeeze shut. 

"fuck," he finally gets out, "so-o warm." 

 i moan as his tip rests against my g-spot. i sit there for a good few seconds to enjoy being on top of him, my muscles contract around him causing him to squirm a bit. he wants to touch me so bad, but i’m not sure i want to give him that freedom yet. the way he's rolling his chest to just get a graze of mine is pathetic, and i’m definitely getting off on it. i lean into him to give him a bit of relief, my face hanging directly over his. his forehead is synches in the middle and his bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, he's struggling to keep it together. 

"do you want me to move, baby?" i whisper. all he can do is nod his head rapidly. 

 with his cue, i slowly lift my hips up and then slide back down. his wrists struggle against my hands at the move of my hips. whimpers spill from his tongue, he’s putty in my hands at this point.

"y/n, please let me touch you, i'm begging," he begs against my lips, "please this is killing me."

 i laugh at his desperate plea. for a second i consider keeping him this way, but the feeling of his hands all over me entices me more. my grip loosens and his hand slips away and attaches to the sides of my face. he kisses me so deeply, like he was pouring every single emotion into it. his right hand then makes its way to caress my back and pull me tighter to him. my hips move again, more in a grinding motion this time. gaara moans into my mouth at the feeling. my now free hands latches onto his hair. his other hand that was still holding my cheek moves down to my hip, it rests there with a tight squeeze. my lips part from his to let the sound of his name through, all he can do is stare at me in awe. 

"you look so beautiful," he coos.

 his left hand guides my hips to start bouncing instead of the steady grinding i was doing. i follow with no problem. gaara's chest began to heave at the feeling of me wrapped around him, he buries his head in my neck and lets out a flood of whines mixed in with some moans. i can feel his pelvis start to join the rhythm of my bouncing, meeting at just the right spot. my head falls back at the sensation. the tip of his cock is hitting my sweet spot with every downward movement. that euphoric feeling that he ignited in me earlier slowly makes its way back. gaara detaches himself from my neck, there’s definitely going to be some bruises there tomorrow. "you feel so fucking good, babe."

"yeah?" i breathe. i guide his head so that i can kiss him again. his eyeliner starts to smudge a bit from the sweat that’s building up on his forehead. 

"can i fuck you?" he asks between heavy breaths. 

"please."

 he wastes no time in rolling us over so that i’m now on my back. i can’t stop kissing him. his lips are just the right amount of poison, enough for me to feel the effect but not enough to kill me. i can never get enough. he doesn’t start thrusting right away. instead, his head dips down to my chest and his mouth latches onto my right nipple.

"fuck!" i gasp out sharply, my back arching into his body. his eyes watch me again. studying the faces i make, the sounds i let escape my mouth. all of it was so enticing to him. 

"you're always so good for me," he praises, “you want me to make you cum, yeah?"

"please-" a whine interrupts me due to his teeth trapping my nipple between them, "gaara, please." 

 with no warning he flips me over onto my belly, and yanks my hips upwards so my ass was in the air. whatever bit of submissiveness he had in him earlier has deteriorated to dust now. he guides his dick to my soaking cunt. his tip teases my clit as he rubs it over the swollen bud. my body jolts at the contact, a moan coming directly after.

"your pussy is practically begging for me to fuck it," his complete change in demeanor stuns me. now i see why he let me have control over him earlier...i feel like i'm about to pay for everything i said back at the party. he bites back a moan at how wet i am. his left hand is gripping my hip tightly, i pray i don’t wake up with purple marks there tomorrow. his right hand holds his cock as he shoves it into me, my walls already suffocating his shaft.

"god, fuck, you're so tight," he curses under his breath.

 gaara instantly starts pumping into me, his right hand now on the other side of my hip to pull my ass into him with each thrust. all i can do was moan. the sensation of him stretching me this harshly was already becoming too much for me to handle. 

"fuck, gaara," i groan a little too quietly for gaara's liking.

"you should be louder, baby," he suggests, leaning down to whisper into my ear, "you weren't quiet when you were bitchin' at me earlier, why be silent now?"

i roll my eyes at his cockiness. he knows i'd obey him. his hand comes up to my head, gripping the hair at the base of my head and pulling it towards him.

"i said be louder, baby," he growls through gritted teeth.

 and just like that, a deep moan creeps from my mouth. gaara let go of my hair with a hard push into the pillows. he’s now holding my head down as his thrusts get deeper. tears prick my eyes at the pressure on my cunt and on my head. they hurt but in the best way possible.

"fuck, you feel so good," he moans, a sweat gathers above his brow bone. "am i making you feel good, baby?"

"y-yes, sir," i cry, the pleasure inside me builds up immensely. 

"ah, fuck," he groans at the title i give him.

with each thrust he gives me, i feel him get deeper and deeper. the way he’s fucking me makes me feel like i’m on an entirely different planet. this was so intense. he's nev-

smack!

 a hard slap to my ass interrupts my thoughts, and i immediately let out a high pitched yelp. he’s going all in, maybe he was thinking this would be the last time, he must feel the need to impress me.

"you think sasuke could fuck you like this?" he spits into my ear. 

"what if i say yes?" i challenge. i would never think that, but seeing him get angry over it is fucking hot.

"oh you've done it now," he fumes. his hand comes up from my head so that he could flip me onto my back. my legs pulled apart and held back by his hands. i thought his thrusts were hard before, but they were even more rough now. it feels like he’s kissing my cervix with every snap of his hips. i throw my head back, panting like a dog. my lungs feel like they’re on fire.

 his right hand leaves my leg and wraps around my throat, giving it a nice squeeze. my hands clutch his wrist. i finally get a good look at his face again. his eyeliner is smudged and running slightly down his eyes. the hairs on his forehead stick to his skin with sweat. his bottom lip is held hostage by his teeth.

"is this better for you, slut?" he asks in a condescending tone. his head is beside mine, his fingers are gripping my throat tighter. i nod, squeezing my walls around him purposely, his face scrunches at the feeling.

 with his hips slamming into mine, my clit was aching to be touched. it was as if he read my mind because his free thumb finds its way to it, rubbing little circles to stimulate. my eyes roll back at the intensity, i don’t know how much longer i can hold off my release.

"you look so pretty when you're being fucked like this," gaara compliments, his low voice rattling my spine. his own orgasm on the brink of exploding. we were both just ticking time bombs waiting to set each other off at this point.

 he releases his hand from my throat to massage my chest. my own hands find his face to pull him into a kiss. my tongue enters his mouth, mixing with his own. he moans into my mouth at the taste of me. if he wasn't intoxicated before, he most definitely was now. my taste, my touch, everything, it was all so addicting to him. i hope he’s never able to get enough of me. getting burnt out from each other because of that is a risk, but i think we’re both willing to take it again. 

 i can feel my orgasm at its limit, it’ll wash over me any second now. his feels like it is as well because his thrusts are getting sloppy. gaara pulls his lips from mine, “i wanna see you when you cum, baby.” 

i pull my lip between my teeth and let out a whimper at his words. his thumb is still working my clit, and he’s looking directly into my eyes. my breath hitches in my throat as i feel it swallow my body. my mouth falls open as my whole body tenses up. 

"fuck, gaara, i’m—,” my hands grip onto his back. my nails are digging into his skin hard enough to probably draw blood. i can’t think straight, and my breath is so uneven it feels like i’ll never catch it. 

"y/n, ah, f-fuck," he groans into my neck. the convulsion of my walls around him was too much. his eyes zip tight together as his own orgasm hits him. a whimper escapes his lips, the feeling of his seed spilling into me becomes too overwhelming for him to hold back. his chest begins to heave as he tries to catch his breath. his thrusts slowed as he filled me. my arm covered my eyes as i tried to catch my breath. gaara pulls out of me slowly, leaving wet kisses all over my abdomen and chest. my mind finally clears as i process what just happened.

"gaara," his eyes meet mine at the sound of his name, "what're we doing?"

he laughes unsure of what this was himself.

"you don't have to stay, i just wanted to start making up my wrong doings," he says as he lays next to me on his stomach, his arms crossed and his head resting on them. it gets quiet. i contemplate what to do next as i stare at the ceiling.

"although, if you do decide to stay, i promise it'll be different from last time," his eyes are endearing, "i’ll work on my issues."

my eyes narrow at him, "and how do i know you're telling the truth?"

he props his head up on his hand to look at me better and pulls my hand into his, "because i love you."

"because I think it's supposed to be us."

he was serious, this wasn't the drugs talking this was purely gaara.

"fine, but one fuck up, and i'm gone," i reply holding my pinky out, "that is my condition."

gaara laughs and grabbs my pinky with his, "deal."

he leans down to kiss me once more, a smile creeping on his lips as he does. 

“oh, fuck,” i disrupt, he looks confused, “temari is gonna be pissed.” 

“i am so glad i am not the one that lives with her.” 

“oh, fuck you,” i sit up and toss a pillow over his face. 

“babe,” he snorts, “you already did.” 

[mellowswriting]

I saw that requests are open! would it be possible for you to write a follow up to Second Chances with javi and reader? Maybe you have another kid and this time javi is able to be there for you throughout the whole pregnancy, and get to experience the first kick, you giving birth, etc (I am a sucker for domestic!javi if you can't tell haha) I think it would be really cute!!

From the Beginning

pairing || Javier Peña x afab!Reader

summary || Javier gets to experience the chaotic excitement of welcoming a new baby to the family.

word count || 6,466 

warnings || kid fic, pregnant reader, non-graphic childbirth, some spiciness but no smut, dad!Javi being adorable 

a/n || I can’t even express how much I love writing about the boys as dads, especially Javier! I really hope you all enjoy this, it was so very much fun to write.

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Early spring mornings always had a special quality about them. The air was never too hot, pleasantly warm with a hint of a cool breeze that still lingered from winter’s sharp grip. Plants were beginning to bloom, the trees regaining their bright green foliage that ruffled in a symphony with every pass of the wind. Spring was the bringer of warmth after the ice and snow, the nurturer that coaxed seeds to sprout and flourish, the guide for new life and hope.

Ironic, then, that those very qualities you had grown to love were the ones causing you so much inner turmoil that you couldn’t even enjoy the gorgeous morning happening around you. You hadn’t even realized what was happening at first. Mother nature hadn’t exactly gifted you with a cycle that could be easily followed and predicted. Instead you had the supreme pleasure of having to carry around menstrual products everywhere you went and having to replace your underwear far more often than usual. So when you went two months without the waves of cramps and frustration of your period, it wasn’t all that remarkable.

It was when you were doing some last minute grocery shopping the night before that you realized something was off. Well, more off than usual. The sight of the shelves of tampons made your stomach bottom out with realization. You must’ve made quite a sight as you stood in that aisle with a cart half full of food, just staring at tampons with dread. Two boxes of pregnancy tests got tossed in with the various other items in your cart and you hoped that Javier was too tired from work to insist he help you put away the groceries.

For once, the universe appeared to be on your side. Your husband was sitting on the floor with Elianna, a spread of coloring books and crayons scattered on the living room carpet, and he actually listened to you when you waved him off to carry the bags in yourself. The tests were tucked away in the bathroom behind your tampons - ironic, yes, but it was the one place Javier really wouldn’t be poking around.

Honestly, a part of you felt bad for not telling Javier right away. He had more than proven himself as a great father and husband in the nearly two years since he returned to your life. Those irrational little fears of him leaving you and little Ellie had been crushed into nothing in the wake of the role he readily took on with his daughter, but this was different. Maybe it was pretty naive of you to not have that conversation with him, but it was something you thought you still had time for.

The plus sign on the pregnancy tests told you the time for that conversation was now, apparently. You were grateful for the timing of your little realization. Saturday mornings saw the standing trend of your sister whisking Ellie away for some ‘auntie and niece time’, and you really didn’t want her to feel the tension you were carrying. She was such a perceptive little girl that had an eye for everything.

Javier was still asleep. You usually slept in with him on the weekends, but you were restless to find out if your period was just pulling a fast one on you or if you actually were pregnant. Now you had four positive tests sitting in front of you and a sleeping husband who you couldn’t decide whether or not to wake up. Luckily, you ended up not having to make that choice since two sharp raps of his knuckles against the bathroom door snapped you out of your trance.

The door opened a millisecond after you snatched up the tests and hid them behind your back, not so unlike Ellie when she was hiding a treat she wasn’t supposed to have yet. The difference was that you didn’t know if this would be a treat to Javier. He was still half asleep, his thin pajama pants slug low on his hips and his eyes squinted against the bathroom light.

“G’morning,” He grunted as he moved to shuffle past you. “Move over, I gotta piss.”

You were rooted to the spot, though, your brain floundering to gain control of your muscles. “Uhm…”

“What’s wrong?” Javier slowly perked up through his sleepy haze at the realization that you looked downright terrified. He put his hand on your bicep and squeezed slightly. “Is Ellie okay?”

“What? No, yeah, Ellie’s fine. She’s with Amelia.” You spluttered, cringing at your inability to function.

“Then why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Javi pressed. There really wasn’t any hiding things from him. Ellie must get that sharp eye of hers from her father. “What are you holding behind your back?”

You tried to swallow down the thickness that enveloped your throat to form some sort of words, literally anything to convey to him what the hell was going on, but your body was seized with fear. So you held out the tests wordlessly. His eyebrows furrowed as he took the bundle of tests from your hand, staring at them with a split second’s confusion before it dawned on him. “This…? You…?”

“Yeah.” You whispered. The worry in your voice must’ve been obvious because Javier was on you in a second flat, his arms crowding you into his chest with a crushing strength.

“You’re pregnant?” Javier croaked into your neck and the dam of emotion in your chest crumbled. His voice was full of excited disbelief, and relief crashed over you.

“Yeah, I am.” You said with a tearful chuckle, winding your arms around him to burrow yourself even further into his chest. “I know we never really talked about having another kid but… is this something you want, Javi?”

“Fuck, this is ironic.” Javier laughed quietly and when you looked up at him, he avoided your eyes with an almost bashful look. “I was gonna ask you today if you ever thought about it. Do you have any idea how many times I went over it in my head?”

You couldn’t help it - you cracked up laughing. The whole thing was almost ridiculous - the both of you worrying despite wanting the exact same thing. Tears of relief and laughter soaked into his t-shirt as you both broke into chaotic laughter, fingers clutching at each other’s shirts as you tried to catch your breath.

“So, uh… are we doing this?” Javier sounded nervous, his hands rubbing up and down your back as if to reassure himself. “You really wanna have a baby with me? Again?”

“Yeah.” Your voice was choked with a tense mix of emotions, so you cleared your throat and tried again. “Yeah, I do.”

“I can’t… fuck, I can’t believe you - you’d… thank you.” He babbled, nearly unintelligible in his scramble to convey how fucking grateful he was, but you knew. It wasn’t the first time you had heard the desperate need to spit words he couldn’t really find, the words that matched the swell of emotions in his chest that still wasn’t used to voicing. “Fuck, Ellie’s gonna be such a good big sister.”

That choked you up more than you expected. She really would be, you knew that for a fact, but it was a dream you had boxed up and shoved on a shelf with all your other unrealistic dreams for your future. Never in your life did you let yourself really think you could have the whole package deal - the loving (albeit gruff) husband, the big house, the sound of little feet chasing each other through the halls…

“Wait, how long have you been…? Or do we have to see a doctor first? Oh shit, we have to find a doctor for you, what the fuck are they called..? A fucking... obstetrician!” Javi rambled in a mix of nerves and excitement, breaking from your embrace to pace the length of the bathroom. “How are you feeling? Are you okay? Is there anything I can do to help, because -”

“Javi, breathe!” You calmed him with both hands out to stop his walking and braced your hands on his shoulders to rub at him firmly. “We have plenty of time, okay? Let me go make some coffee for you and we can sit down and make a plan. First, didn’t you have to go to the bathroom?”

“Oh… yeah.”

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Javier couldn’t stop bouncing his knee. It was a subconscious thing, something he stopped the moment he realized but soon found it moving of its own volition all over again. He really was trying not to let his nerves show even though he knew that you could tell. It was all so new to him, which wouldn’t be a problem if the reminder didn’t gut him every goddamn time. He couldn’t imagine how alone you must have felt the first time around when you were pregnant with Elianna, especially in these cold, sterile doctors offices.

His grip tightened on your hand. The feeling of your fingertips pressed against the top of his hand kept him grounded, helped him remind himself that there was no going back and changing everything else that happened. All he could do was be there this time around, be the best version of himself that he could be for you and his kid - well, kids now. Plural. The excitement was almost enough to drown away the guilt. Javi really could barely believe that he was getting the privilege of experiencing this with you.

“I’ve seen files on drug lords shorter than all that.” Javier nodded at the pile of forms and paperwork you held in your lap and you laughed brightly. He preened a little at the sound. It was something he could never get enough of, that laugh of yours. “I love you.”

You looked up at him, the pen in your hand stopping its constant scratching for the first time in forever, and gave him a lopsided smile. “I love you, too.”

There was no way he wasn’t going to kiss you after that adorable little display. Your cheek felt soft against his palm and the little sigh of relief you huffed against him was addictive. Just knowing that he was an anchor for you made Javier feel so incredibly loved and important and all he wanted to do was imbue you with that same sense of security. He held you close, his hand slipping back to the back of your neck to keep you right where he wanted you, and gave you those soft little kisses that never failed to make you melt.

“Mrs. Peña?” A nurse called out and he had no choice but to let you go with one last peck against your lips. He followed you and the nurse into the exam room, nerves and excitement soaring even higher in his chest.

It was kind of fascinating, watching you answer the nurse’s barrage of questions. Questions about your medical history, how many pregnancies you’ve had, all about your menstrual cycle. The two of you went back and forth for at least fifteen minutes, tossing questions and answers back and forth like a tennis match. The nurse left with the promise of the doctor being in momentarily for an ultrasound.

“Come hold my hand?” You asked, and how could he deny such a sweet request?

“Of course,” He pulled a chair from across the room and settled himself next to the exam table, both of his hands wrapping around one of yours as he brought it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. “So what happens now?”

“The doctor will give me an ultrasound. She’ll probably want to run some blood tests, too.” You sighed, obviously uncomfortable at the thought of needles.

“I’ll hold your hand then, too.” Javier promised.

“It’ll be good practice for you, ‘cause once I’m in labor I’ll probably break your hand.” You teased and yeah, broken fingers didn’t sound all that great but fuck, he was more than ready to let you do just that. Javier wanted to be your rock, wanted to support you through it all - especially since he couldn’t the first time.

Two quick knocks sounded against the door made Javier straighten up hastily. The doctor came in with a smile and a large machine wheeling in behind her. “Good morning, mom and dad! How’re we feeling?”

“All good here, Dr. Hall. A little nauseous, but still… good.” You gave Javier’s hand a little squeeze before letting go to unbutton your jeans and fold the waistband down, followed by pulling the hem of your shirt up. It was hard to believe that the beginning of an entire new life was right there between your hips.

“Good to hear!” Dr. Hall fiddled with the ultrasound machine for a moment before turning to you. “So today we’re going to take a look and find out how far along you are, make sure mom and baby both look healthy, okay?”

“Okay,” You and Javier said in unison, and he took your hand again, needing to feel you there with him.

The gel must’ve been cold based on the way you hissed slightly. Javier watched the screen as Dr. Hall trailed the wand over your belly, lips parting at the sight of the black and white image. It was hard to make out what exactly he was seeing at first, but the image shifted slightly and he could make out the tiniest, vague shape of the newest edition to his little family.

“It looks like you’re about ten weeks along.” Dr. Hall murmured without taking her eyes off of the screen. “Baby is about the size of a plum.”

Javier squeezed your hand lightly, the both of you sparing a glance at each other before staring back at the screen in wonder. The doctor pointed out the baby’s head and a little foot as she took her measurements, reassuring you both that everything looked perfect. He gave a rushed “yes, absolutely” when she asked if he wanted the ultrasound photos - there was a spot in his wallet that he had in mind for it already.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t been in situations that left him shocked before. This was Javier Peña, after all. Life and career experiences had given him plenty of moments where his mind was completely washed blank with surprise, but never had it been such a good thing. There were so many times that the shock was accompanied by grief or anger, but excitement? Gratefulness? That was new to him, left him reeling the entire drive home, all throughout dinner. Something in the back of his mind nagged at him that he couldn’t be like this when Ellie got home the next day. She was smarter than he could’ve imagined any kid being at three years old and even though he agreed with your assertion that no one should know about your pregnancy for a few more weeks at least, Javier was certain his daughter would be able to needle it out of him.

Those expert interrogation skills must be hereditary.

It wasn’t until he was getting ready for bed that it really hit him how real it was, that you really were sitting in the bed you shared with him, pregnant with his baby and making plans for the usual Sunday brunch and park visit you all did every week. As he set his wallet on the nightstand, he couldn’t help but pull out the little ultrasound picture. He had a feeling he would be doing that a lot, especially when the new cadets were driving him crazy at work. It all swelled up in his chest, the appreciation and excitement and disbelief, because holy shit, how did he get so lucky? One finger traced the little image in his hand, and he couldn’t help but blurt out, “Thank you.”

The confused look you gave him made him flounder for the words.

“I just… I know everything was fucked up the first time around but I swear, it’s going to be different this time. I am not going anywhere.” Javier slid closer at the sight of the tears in your eyes, easily welcoming your arms around his neck as you practically drug yourself into his lap. He held you close to his chest, trying to instill the certainty and promise of it all. “God, fuck, and I thought I couldn’t get enough of you before…”

“Javi…” You croaked, laughing wetly into his neck.

“I’m serious! You’re gonna have to tell me to fuck off when you want space because I can’t keep my hands off you.” Javi teased, relief washing over him at your seeming acceptance of his promises. “And now like this, growing my baby… fuck, I am in this with you. Me and you and Ellie… and our little plum.”

That night, Javier fell asleep with his head on your shoulder, his face buried in your neck, and his hand tucked into the waistband of your sweatpants to cradle that precious space that held his newest child.

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Ellie couldn’t stop touting her new title to anyone who would listen.

“I’m a big sister!” She told the cashier at the grocery store, the other kids at the park and their moms for good measure, and even the mailman when they came by each morning. The brightness in her eyes when she said it made your heart flip in your chest. You had expected some sort of confusion or even for her to be upset at the idea of a new sibling, but she launched right into a story about how her friend from playgroup has a baby sister, and you knew that she would be just fine.

With your sixteenth week rapidly approaching, you couldn’t be more grateful that Ellie was excited for the new addition to the family. It was one less thing for you to worry about amidst the chaos of bringing a new person into the world. The fatigue was something you definitely didn’t miss about pregnancy - it washed over you without warning, left you nodding off wherever you sat. Thank god Javier was such a hands on father. He had no problem herding Ellie off into the backyard or off for a walk to let you get some much needed rest.

You hadn’t expected him to be such a hands on husband, though. Sure, you knew he was excited and you knew he already loved everything about your body, but he really wasn’t lying when he said pregnancy made him want you even more. Every night, Javi’s hands gravitated to your body to ease the kinks out of your muscles, to rub your feet until the aches went away, to cheekily offer you an orgasm if you were up for one. It made you feel cherished, something you sorely missed the first time you were pregnant.

“Thank you, Javi,” You groaned lowly as those strong hands of his worked at your lower back. He easily hitched your thigh up slightly to ease some of the pressure on the new swell to your belly. There was a slur in your voice when you said, “Feels so good.”

Javier chuckled behind you, moving on to rub your feet. “Be quiet, you don’t want to wake Ellie.”

“Did you ever see this being our life?” You murmured though your voice was muffled by the pillows you buried your head in. “Telling each other not to wake the kids, making bacon smiley faces for a toddler’s breakfast?”

“I didn’t think I’d actually get it, but I wished for it. Dreamt about how pretty you’d look all full of me.” Javi placed a teasing kiss to the inside of your thigh. “The real thing is so much better.”

You could only groan under his praise. His thumbs dug into the arch of your foot and rubbed in methodical circles, drawing another pleased groan from you that you muffled in your pillow. The pain slowly melted from your tired muscles under his thorough ministrations, leaving a pleasant warmth in his wake that made you all pliant and drowsy beneath him.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Javi asked as he rubbed his hands up your calves and you smiled. You knew exactly what he was gunning for.

You eased yourself onto your back and reached out for him with both arms, bringing him forward with grabby hands that he could never refuse. Javier settled between your thighs, a knowing smirk on his face, and leaned down to kiss you deeply. “‘M feeling good, Javi.”

“You know I love making my girl feel good,” Javi murmured as he kissed down your neck, one hand trailing back and forth over your hip and thigh lovingly. “Can I make you feel even better?”

“Please?” You asked breathily and your husband was more than happy to oblige. The loose tank top you wore was the first to go, followed quickly by your shorts and underwear.

Javier set about lavishing your neck and chest with affection, his touch more gentle than usual on your oversensitive breasts, and once again you were struck by the surrealness of it all. The fact that this had begun in Colombia all those years ago as two coworkers using sex for stress relief and had blossomed into this beautiful life you shared together was a thing of dreams. But there you were, with Javier Peña making love to you, quietly as to not wake your daughter and gently as to keep you and your baby safe and happy, and you could barely believe it.

“I love you,” You choked out through the tears that sprung into your eyes and Javi sat up to look at you with a concerned expression.

“What? What’s wrong?” He asked, his eyes roaming all over to find the apparent source of your tears.

“Nothing’s wrong.” You tried to pull him back down to you but he didn’t budge, the concern unwavering.

“Then why are you crying?” Javier brushed a thumb under your eyes to wipe away the evidence of your strong burst of emotion.

“Because I love you,” You chuckled as you held his hand close to your cheek and pressed a kiss to the middle of his palm. “And I’m pregnant, so everything is a thousand times more intense and you don’t get to tease me for that.”

“I would never,” Javi muttered but the mischievous grin on his face betrayed him. “Let me make you feel better, baby,”

“I’m already better, Javi - oh,”

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Two o’clock in the morning was not an ideal time to wake up, especially since Javier knew that Ellie would be awake and full of energy by seven, but something felt off. Even in his unconscious state, he could feel the absence of you in bed and his mind nagged at him to get up and find you. The hardwood was cold beneath his feet as he wandered from the bedroom, finding the bathroom empty before he made his way down the stairs. You often would rest on the recliner in the living room when your back was bothering you particularly bad, especially since your center of gravity had so drastically changed the further along you got in your pregnancy - but you weren’t there either.

Before Javi could start really worrying, he heard the refrigerator open and found you peering into the illuminated fridge in search of… something. A pint of ice cream was already in your hand, a spoonful of it hanging from your lips as you browsed with a frustrated look on your face, and honestly… Javi loved how you looked. It was so domestic and sweet, the sight of you in your pajamas that barely covered your belly as you raided the kitchen.

Thirty-six weeks and four days. He could barely believe how much time had passed since he saw those positive tests. It felt like forever and the blink of an eye at the same time, and he was beyond excited to meet his newest little one.

“What are you looking for, sweetheart?” Javi asked after a moment of watching you helplessly search around.

The sheepish smile you gave him made his heart swell in his chest and he automatically opened his arms as you shuffled over to bury your face in his chest. “Your kid is driving me crazy with the cravings.”

Javier hugged you tightly, relishing in the way you relaxed against him. “Well, if they’re anything like me, they probably want those barbecue chips, then.”

It didn’t take long for him to get you herded back up to bed with the chips in hand and the sight of you sleepily munching away while burrowed in the blankets eased an almost innate need Javier had to see you safe and happy, all nice and taken care of in his bed. He climbed into bed once he was sure you didn’t need anything else, settling on his side with his head propped up against his hand to watch you despite his own sleepiness.

“Let your mama sleep, troublemaker.” He murmured to your belly as he rubbed gentle circles over the spots he could feel the nudges of his little one retaliating to their father’s stern words. “Need some lotion?”

“Hmmm, please?” You hummed.

Rubbing lotion into your skin was something Javi had taken a particular liking to. The first time he had seen you doing it yourself, he was quick to take over. That was the first time he felt his little one kick at his hands and he fell even more in love - something he hadn’t thought was possible. It was a good way to feel closer to you both, to his wife and the baby you were bringing into the world, and the way you dozed slightly as he helped you relax made him feel needed, like he was doing right by you. That’s all he ever wanted to do.

A nudge to the edge of his hand made Javier glance back down to where his hands were running all over your belly, but it was the sight of the baby rolling that made him do a double take. “Holy shit,” He whispered, hands frozen as he saw what had to be the imprint of a little foot or hand poke out before disappearing. “There really is a whole person in there.”

“You’re tellin’ me,” You grumbled, grimacing slightly at the feeling. “It’s aerobics hour, apparently.”

“That’s fucking crazy.” Javi tentatively resumed massaging the lotion into your skin. It was hard to fathom, the idea that your body was so capable of creating and nurturing a brand new life, and for the millionth time he found himself thanking the universe for letting him have this second chance.

----------

Gabriel Peña came early, quick, and with a sharp cry you were sure could be heard throughout the entire hospital. His little nose was scrunched up, his face all red from his wailing, hands curled into angry fists over his sudden eviction from the warmth and darkness he was accustomed to. It was a short labor, so very different from your first with Ellie for so many reasons but the biggest being the strong presence of Javier at your side. The moment the contractions began at the crisp hour of six a.m., he was alert and full of nervous excitement.

True to his word, Javier let you clutch onto him through it all - every contraction, every push, every angered grumble you threw his way for getting you pregnant in the first place. That sharp mind of his kept up under the pressure. He spoonfed you ice chips and let you use him for support as you rocked your way through particularly bad contractions.

There were tears in Javier’s eyes as he carefully set his hand on his son’s head, carefully musing the shock of dark, wispy hair on his head. You leaned your head against Javi’s shoulder, exhaustion, relief, and happiness warring with each other after hours of labor. You felt his lips press against your temple before he sniffled and whispered, “Thank you.”

Javier stayed by Gabriel’s side the entire time the doctors checked him over and cleaned him up, per your instructions, and he was the one to return your son to your arms. It was the most careful you had ever seen him, his movements slow and deliberate, eyes on the baby’s adorable, chubby face.

“Seven pounds, nine ounces,” Javi murmured as he drug a chair as close to your bedside as possible and settled in, his hand resting on your thigh. A disgruntled whine came from the baby wriggling in your arms and you smiled, knowing he was hungry and could probably smell the milk your body had been preparing to make for his arrival. You pulled the gown down to expose your breast, propping your arm with a pillow to better support him, and adjusted his latch to settle in.

“Nice latch, mama,” One of the nurses said as she finished settling the blankets around your feet.

“Not my first time at this rodeo.” You chuckled quietly. It had been a while since Ellie weaned but you still remembered the struggle of figuring out how to get a newborn to latch properly when you had no idea what you were doing. You set your hand over Javi’s, smiling at him when he blinked sleepily up at you. Neither of you had gotten much rest before Gabriel decided to make his appearance into the world. “Can you hand me some water, honey?”

“Of course,” Javi perked up with the small task you gave him. There wasn’t much he could do at this point, but you wanted him to feel involved, to feel like he was helping you, and even though his mere presence helped you relax, you knew he was an ‘action’ kind of man. He needed something to do to feel useful. He held the straw steady for you and everything, your sweet husband. “How’re you feeling?”

“Tired.” You answered honestly, leaning into his hand when he brushed stray hairs from your face.

“I know this wasn’t easy. I’m proud of you.” It was a simple statement but it hit you right in your chest. As excited as you were to have another baby, it was hard. Exhausting. He could see it all, how tired you were and how hard you were working just to carry on like normal through your pregnancy, and while he did everything he could to ease some of that burden, the plain acknowledgement of how hard you worked felt good.

“I love you so much.” You whispered, pulling his hand close to kiss his palm.

“I love you, too.” Javier leaned over the side of the bed and kissed you softly, careful not to jostle his son where he sleepily nursed against you. “How are our kids so damn cute?”

You huffed a laugh, which made Gabriel shift against you before settling back down, sighing suspiciously similar to his father. “It helps that their dad is incredibly good looking.”

“True,” Javi said, trying for that cocky tone you loved but you didn’t miss the pink tinge to the tips of his ears. Compliments always got him like that, all red-faced and adorable - though he would never admit it.

A short nap later and you had one very excited Ellie fidgeting in the chair next to your bed, impatiently waiting to meet her baby brother. Javier stood behind her, quietly reminding her to be careful as you helped keep the squirming newborn steady in her lap. Your heart damn near exploded when she began cooing at her brother and very gently touching his soft cheeks. She was enamored by him, asking so many questions that you and her father could barely keep up.

“Can we share my bed?” “No, he can’t sleep in your bed, baby. He has to sleep in a special bed in mommy and daddy’s room.”

“Does he get a special seat like me?” “Yep! Daddy’s putting his carseat in next to yours right now. You’ll get to talk to him the whole way home.”

“Is he gonna cry a lot?” “Yeah, he will. That’s how babies let people know they need something since they don’t have words like we do.”

“Can I share my crackers with him?” “Not yet! Right now, he only drinks milk.” “Milk? Like for cereal?” “Kind of, but it comes from your mommy.” “What?!” “You ate the same thing when you were a little baby, too.” “What?!”

The entire drive home was full of little Ellie chatting away at her baby brother, mostly about the stuffed animals she had at home that she promised to show him the moment they got home. There was a small smile on Javier’s face as he drove, his hand curled around yours on the center console. He practically radiated contentment and damn did it look good on him.

----------

For what felt like the millionth time, you woke before the sun had a chance to rise. Though this time, it was to the feeling of a full bladder rather than the sound of a hungry baby, so that could be counted as a small win at the very least. You tried to ignore the ache in your healing body as you stumbled your way to and from the bathroom, near silent in your movements even though you were half asleep. It was a well practiced dance, getting out and back into bed without waking your sleeping children.

But something was off. The sheets were cooler than usual, missing the fire-like heat that Javier radiated constantly. You sat up, blinking against the drowsiness and darkness to see your husband passed out on the rocking chair in the corner of the room with Gabriel curled up on his bare chest. Skin-to-skin contact was something Javier couldn’t get enough of. He told you how close it made him feel to his son and you couldn’t complain. It was a precious sight. Avoiding the creaky floorboards, you carefully covered Gabriel with a soft baby blanket and smoothed it down his back.

“S’wrong?” Javier mumbled, words slurred with sleep, his eyes barely cracking open. On instinct, his hands shifted over the little baby asleep on him to hold him closer, even more secure.

“Shh, nothing’s wrong.” You soothed as you gently tucked his curls back away from his forehead. “Go back to sleep.”

“M’kay.” And with that his eyes were closed, back to dozing like he was never interrupted in the first place. You were glad. Tomorrow was an early morning, and paired with all of the midnight feedings and diaper changes, you all could use some rest. So you laid back down, sleep dragging you back under swiftly.

Javier was practically bouncing with nerves just hours later, even though he was trying not to show it. It brought you back to that first appointment when you were pregnant, only this time he held a sleeping one-month old who he was trying not to wake up with his nervousness.

“I just want it to go well.” He grumbled when you asked if he was okay.

“It will.” You reassured him, rubbing circles into his knee. “They’re both perfectly healthy, the pediatrician will tell you that, too.”

You were right - then again, when weren’t you? Gabe was a healthy nine and a half pounds, strong heart and lungs, and good reflexes. Javier was hooked on the pediatrician’s every word, nodding along and giving you a relieved smile with each positive statement. And of course, Ellie’s rambunctiousness had the pediatrician and nurses completely captivated as she told them all about her preschool and the antics she got up to while they checked her over.

The pride on Javier’s face with every positive comment and reassurance that both of his kids were on track developmentally made your heart flip. You felt so beyond lucky to have this little family of yours, with two beautiful children and the man you always loved. It felt too good to be true sometimes, especially when Javi pulled you close for a tight hug and a kiss to the side of your head before he worked to get one wiggly Gabe back into his onesie.

One impromptu trip to the park later and you and Javier had two very tired kids on your hands. Ellie was already passed out by the time Javier pulled into the driveway but Gabe was quickly venturing into ‘overtired’ territory. He was grumpy, wriggling around in your arms like he couldn’t get comfortable, all the while giving little whines and grunts that threatened to turn into full on wailing. He didn’t want milk, he didn’t need a diaper change, he just wanted to sleep but was too frustrated to let a nap take him.

“Give ‘em here.” Javier offered and you freely handed him over. The postpartum fatigue was no joke, and even though it was lessening with each passing day, you were damn tired so you had no issue with letting your husband put the baby down for a nap. You curled up on the couch, not quite going to sleep but still letting your mind and body rest as you listened to Javi try to negotiate with Gabriel as if he were some sicario and not just a particularly stubborn baby.

“C’mon, little man. Just go to sleep. All of your problems if you went to sleep right now? Solved. Completely solved. Instead of crying you could just… go to sleep.” Javier whispered over the cooing and grunting of his son. “Oh, don’t give me that face, mister.”

You snorted a laugh - you knew exactly what face Gabe was pulling. His nose and eyebrows would scrunch up, lips pursed as he huffed angry breaths like a little baby bull. It was an exaggerated copy of the face Javier pulled anytime he was frustrated, which you found ridiculously adorable. Slowly, the grumpy grunts became more and more quiet until they disappeared completely, and a few moments later, Javier flopped down on the couch next to you with a sigh.

“Got him down.” Javi said as he pressed close to you, burying himself between the back of the couch and your body to press his face into your neck. A blanket of drowsiness must have settled over the entire house as both kids napped peacefully in their beds and you cuddled up to your husband in the living room. The both of you would doze until the sound of little feet on the hardwood or the sounds of a hungry baby woke you, and then it would be back on the grind of parenthood, but you knew… with Javier by your side, you could do it.

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HP Boys: Surprise Pregnancy Head Cannons

Summary: The HP boys and their reaction to their s/o (afab) being pregnant when its not planned.

A/N: This takes place post Hogwarts so all characters are 18+, though no real smut happens in this so its not an 18+ fic.

WARNINGS: UNPLANNED PREGNANCY, MENTIONS OF PRO CHOICE OPINIONS, MENTIONS OF SEX IN LITE TERMS, SWEARING, FLUFF, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, ALSO THIS IS SUPER LONG SORRY LOL

Draco

So everything is going great for the happy couple, you two just moved into a flat together and are working normal jobs, drinking wine like adults.

And sure, Draco knows he wants to marry you, but he knows you’re not ready to settle down like that so he just plans and dreams.

Due to poor choices, when you’re late by two weeks, you know what it probably is.

Draco doesn’t even notice that you ran out to the store and came back and hid in the bathroom for 10 minutes. CEO of minding his own business ig

You just kinda...walk up to him and hand him all 3 tests while your eyes fill with tears because what if he demands you get an abortion?

Or what if he fucks off to god knows where?

But instead he just looks at you with the most un-draco like smile. Like his face was soft and it looked like he could cry any moment.

“Oh my god,” He says, putting his hand on your belly, “I can be ready for this, but if you aren’t then we can you know...”

“No, I want it” then both of you rejoice bc yay baby!

Cut to 6 months later when your feet hurt so bad you have to lay down and watch while Draco fails to put a crib together.

He eventually gets it done tho.

And when the time comes, he’s built and arranged everything for your bundle of joy.

Harry

So you guys are probably already married, but with everything at the ministry going on, it makes Harry less than a family man.

You both agree that it’s probably better to wait so you can be home and yk...raise it.

Well smart man Harry forgets that to not have a kid you need to use protection.

So of course when your period is late you don’t think about it, until its four weeks late.

That night, you and Harry are laying in bed, and thats when you tell him.

“Harry..I’m late.”

“Late for what?” headass.

You: 😳😐

Him: 👁👁😲😲

He’s hesitant to say anything, because he knows its ultimitley up to you what happens with it until its out.

“I think I want to keep it...you know it wont remember much for the first year and a half so if things are stressful it will be okay and-“

“Love...Its going to be perfect”

Mf built the crib in like 45 minutes I swear.

And of course he forced you to keep up with your vitamins, pre natal care, and appointments.

Swear tho you’re about to kill him because cofFeE

But the way he holds your baby 🥺 its his most valued thing ever now.

Ron

Ron is iffy on the kid thing sometimes.

He does want them, but only later when you guys have lived and travled.

So no, you two haven’t planned nor is it even in the picture when your wedding roles around.

It’s in the early days of the marriage when you see his family at the burrow on the way back from the honeymoon.

And of course Molly knows

Because Weasleys are hyperfertile I swear.

She takes you into the kitchen and puts her hands on your arms, shes got that big Mrs.Weasley smile on too.

“I knew it!” She says and pulls you in for a hug, “How far dear??”

You’re just standing there like🧍🏻

“I can see it by the way you glow! Oh my you and my Ron must be so happy!” This woman doesn’t notice that you’re confused.

“Wait what? Mrs. Weasley what are you-?” Then you count the days, “Oh. Well I guess I just found out for myself”

Her face falls slightly, but then she tells you can make you a potion that will tell you if you are or not, stan.

The stupid potion turns green when you spit into it, so everything is confirmed.

That night, you and Ron are getting ready for bed in the guest room and you decide to tell him.

“Ron, sweetie. We need to talk.” He looks like he’s gonna start crying but sits next to you on the bed.

“Y/N...I know its scary but please, we just got married I don’t want to divorce quite just yet 🥺🥺”

“Ron I-“ you start smiling, “I’m pregnant you dufus.”

He just freezes, for a while. Not saying anything, he just looks at the wall with his mouth ajar.

So you get up and go to Ginny.

“Gin, I broke him.”

“Ew, I don’t want to know about how you and him”

“No, I told him that I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, yeah that would do it. Just I don’t know... Give him a minute?”

You give him several, getting a glass of water then heading back up to the room.

Ginny was right, he needed a minute.

“I don’t...I wasn’t...you were.?”

“You don’t have to stay, but I think we can do it. Plus, you would disapoint your mom if you left so...”

“Okay...we’ll do it. I’ll be the best damn Father you have ever seen.” He says, talking to your womb.

Well...he’s a father I’ll give him that.

Pro of having a Weasley baby: free crib thats already put together.

Even if it looks like a death trap.

“We’ll put some blankets over it don’t worry”

You know how some Dads hold their parters hand during the delivery? Yeah he got sick and was moral support from the outside.

To be fair, you weren’t screaming in pleasure by any means.

Scary. But beautiful.

He shows the kid to everyone, he might be more in love with the baby than he is with you.

Ron see’s the appeal of having kids now.

Neville

Moving in with your boyfriend is always fun, right up until you guys go at it so much you forget protection more than once.

You think about it, then move on with your day.

Until the doctor calls, then “oh fuck”

Romance Neville bf

“Why aren’t you having any wine? I thought it was your favorite?”

“I don’t think fetal alcohol syndrome is my favorite.” BRO HE SPAT

But he looks up with tears in his eyes, and runs over to you to grasp you in a hug.

“Oh my god! You’re pregnant! Oh my - We’re gonna be parents!! Oh my god we’re gonna be parents oh-“ Que you petting his hair till he’s calm again.

Lets be honest, this man probably swapped the herbology books for the parenting guides.

“Well I mean I’m just wondering if we should go with this color or this one”

“Nev, it doesn’t matter. Our baby will not care.”

“I read in my book that Infants actually can recognize mood in-“

He won’t let you do anything during your pregnancy.

Gotta love a man who cries because he loves you so much and you’re having his kid.

“I never had a father, what if I do it wrong? What if the baby hates me and runs away at seven?”

“We’ve got quite a lot of time before then.”

He was there during delivery, letting you crush his hand like a champ.

You can’t help but cry when you see him sleeping on the floor next to the crib, its so sweet.

Fred

You two most likely already had two kids, so you decided to wait a bit so your hands weren’t quite full.

Well...your body decided not to wait.

A test provides the two lines, another wild child.

The two toddlers already run around like thing one and thing two, only with red hair.

I think Fred would gladly make the family dinner, and wear an apron. He’d own it, as he should.

But mf gotta not drop the salad bowl when you tell him of the fetus inside you.

“Fred we are going to have a bee-ay-bee-why.”

Your five year old has just begun to spell 😐

He’s happy tho.

Like over the fuckin moon.

He buys the two kids big brother/sister shirts too 🥺🥺

He knows the drill pretty well, so he isn’t too worried about the future.

But its funny that he still freaks out about the crib and feeding chair since he gave it away, you know because you guys werent having another kid.

He packed a hospital bag and kept it in the trunk, counting down the days.

Hours of delivery (He just sat back and held your hand) only to end up with a room full of 7 Weasley family members.

Fred always said that 3 was his lucky number :)

George

You guys were taking it slow, no marriage until you both felt it was time. And certainly no children before that.

Well you know...things changed when the test was positive.

You slid it over on the table, tears pooling in your eyes. He was stunned and quiet, which made you burst out sobbing because you knew that neither of you planned on having a baby.

But to your surprise he starts to smile.

“I want whatever you want, I’m staying by your side no matter what.”

“I mean...would it really be so bad? A house, a kid, a dog?” He holds your hand as you think aloud.

You both give it a week to think it over and the virdict is to keep it.

Thats when he decides he has to marry you, asap because he loves you and will never let you go especially now.

He loves to gush about the carrier of his child, to him you are a godess.

He’s the Dad with a predestination complex.

“Y/N, I just see him being a star quiditch player”

“George, we don’t know if it’s a him.”

He rolls his eyes “Okay then I can see her being a star-“

He made Hermione take you out for a movie date so he could rearrange your bedroom, since you only had a single bedroom flat.

You come back to a new set up including a cot.

Damn pregnancy hormones make brain go 🥺😭😭

He freaks when your water breaks lol

ceo of driving like a maniac to the hospital.

He can’t hold your hand, he’s pacing back and forth, sweating and maybe crying though he’ll never admit to it.

You get the joy of watching him cuddle the baby while refusing to give your child to you.

“George I’d like to hold-“

“No, you need your sleep honey, don’t worry”

Hogging the child.

Cedric

Its no secret that Cedric wants a baby someday.

And he makes it clear your wedding will be spectacular too.

However, finding out you’re pregnant the week of your dream wedding was a shock.

A shock that made you bang your head into the wall because how could you be so stupid?? We had a plan??

So you decide to wait until after the wedding, that way it wont add onto the stress (happy stress) of the wedding.

Cedric keeps trying to fill your glass at the reception, to which you kindly refuse saying you want to remember the night entirely.

Yeah he’s like 🤨 mhm okay.

You can only pick at the dinner because ew salmon doesn’t sound like an option if you want to keep the contents of your stomach.

As everyone waves goodbye to the car, and you both set off into married life, he leans over.

“I may be out of my mind, but are you...?”

“Pregnant.” His face lights up, pulling you into a hug.

Finally, your car pulls up to a small cottage with lush garden scapes all around, putting a hand out, he walks you both from the car to the door.

“Ced, where are we?”

“Home.”

Somehow it was perfect with Cedric, even when it was rushed.

He loved talking to your womb, even if it was weird that he was talking about the babies future brothers and sisters.

“Cedric, slow down. We haven’t even had this one yet”

Basically he is father of the year before he’s a full father.

He’s there while you deliver, holding your hand and telling you how great you’re doing.

He doesn’t even complain when you insult him <3.

He updates you on everything.

If his eyes aren’t on that child, he’s either asleep or dead.

I think Cedric was meant to be a family man, because he loves everything about being one.

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[mitsukui]

good girl | g.w.

Pairing: George Weasley x female reader.

Summary: stress from the shop is visibly taking its toll on George, so you decide to help him out a little bit. (PART 2! + PART 3!)

Word Count: 1,4k.

Warnings: smut! Spitting kink, face slapping, choking, dirty talk, mentions of oral sex (male receiving) and daddy kink.

Disclaimer: none of the pictures used in the edit below belong to me; I simply put them together.

A/N: this is the first time I’m writing something after a long, long, long pause, so I’m quite nervous about it.  (｡╯︵╰｡)  I hope you all enjoy it! Please, leave me some feedback if you feel like it! My askbox is open for your opinions, thoughts and requests. Thank you so much for your time and attention!  ♡

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His eyes glistened with lust as he looked down at you. You had your body on the floor, thighs placed together with your delicate hands over them. With your eyes closed and tongue stuck out, the sight was almost like a mirage to George Weasley.

“Say it again.” One of his long fingers ran over your jawline, blood pumping through his veins in a rather quick way. He had been entirely bewitched.

Your eyes fluttered open, and it did not take long until his dark brown eyes met yours once more, both of your cravings for each other becoming mixed. “Let me suck your dick. Please.”

The pleading word suddenly sent novel shivers down his spine. He used the rest of his fingers to squeeze your cheeks lightly, enough only to form a pout on your already swollen lips. George loved how your lips looked after he devoured them.

It had all started out as kissing. You had been aching for some intimacy with him the entire week, but he had been exhausted due to the shop. You would never even dream of actually asking him to touch you in a different way than the one he was already touching you. The Holidays were a blessing to the twins, but they were also a curse, draining all of their energy. Your sly eyes did not fail to notice how tense he had been looking for the past few days, so you obviously had to do something about it. And you longed for him and his touch so much that you did not even care about your pleasure anymore. You were certain you would feel better only by hearing him moan.

Earlier that night, you finally got the type of attention you sought from him. It was a Sunday evening, and you bodies were spread across the couch in his flat’s living room. Your tongues easily found each other, and your hips rolled against his as your lips soon began to trail kisses down his neck. At that moment, you had him going.

When you felt him hard under your touch, you broke the contact existing between the two of you, and heard him groaning in disappointment. You allowed your body to fall down on the wooden floor, asking ever so innocently to wrap your lips around him. And now, there you were: looking up at his standing figure, and pleading again.

“Please.” Your tongue ran over your own lips, as a form of seduction and also of bringing back some comfort to you. He was acting slightly weird towards the situation, taking a long time to reply to you. “I know you have been tired, but I just want to help you relieve some tension. We don’t even need to do anything afterwards. I just really need to feel you fucking my face and getting off.”

“Open your mouth.” Once again, it took him a few moments to say anything at all. You were ready to stand up again and apologize for your bold actions and stupid babbling. But then, out of the blue, his voice interrupted the silence. It was deep and demanding, and you loved it.

This time, you did not close your eyes, since your curiosity did not allow you to. You simply opened your mouth in an O-shape, and stuck you tongue out as further as you possibly could.

Honestly, you hoped for him to thrust right inside your mouth. However, when you spotted his yet clothed manhood, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. And suddenly, you felt something.

A string of saliva traveled out of his mouth towards yours, his tall silhouette leaning down and one of his hands still holding your face. The warm liquid hit your tongue and you moaned unwillingly, surprised by how pleasant that was starting to feel.

His eyes captured the image and let it sink in for one second or two until the moment he ordered you to play with his spit. His instructions, which were voiced out in a breathy whisper, were crystal clear: you had to use your fingers, and you could not swallow it yet.

Quietness hovered over you two briefly, but he groaned once your index finger touched your own tongue, the muscle wrapping around your skin. You hollowed your cheeks as you sucked yourself, your imagination bringing some of your favorite memories back to life. George felt his member twitching inside his trousers and his tip becoming slightly wet.

Truth be told, George was a rather kinky man. And, often times, he would feel embarrassed to share everything with you. But watching you so desperately try to help him gave his insides a new wave of confidence.

Your playtime went on for a little while, but he was soon leaning down again and giving you more saliva. This time, he missed his aim a bit, and a thin string got to your chin. He was captivated by your actions and by how messy this could get.

“Swallow it.” His fingers squeezed your face with more strength as the hot fluid went down your throat. In no time, he let go of your face only for his hand to come down against it, a light slap hitting your skin. Your eyelashes blinked repeatedly out of shock, but you remained quiet. “Good girl. I bet you’re dripping for me already.”

And you were. It was hard to focus on your cunt at that point, especially because the cheek he had slapped was burning. But it was true: when you were able to finally pay attention to how you were feeling and to your own sensations, you realized your panties were heavy with arousal.

“Can you slap me again? A little bit harder this time, please…” You pleaded, and George fulfilled your wishes. A reddish spot was creeping its way to the surface, but you enjoyed the feeling.

This was all very new to you. Your boyfriend had always been pretty dominant with you, but he had never spat in your mouth or slapped your face before. Although it was a new experience, your throbbing cunt was deliciously nourishing desire in your whole body.

“Just look at that…” His deep voice pulled you out of your own trance. Your eyes darted up and met his, which were dark and devious. “My little princess looks so beautiful with a red spot on her cheek. Care to match both cheeks, darling?”

Even though his words were sweet, you felt utterly filthy. Things had escalated pretty rapidly, and you liked them enormously that way.

You slowly offered him your other cheek, the one that still had not received any attention from the delightful violence his hands gave you. His thumb ran over your skin and, for one second, you enjoyed a soft touch. However, that was soon destroyed by the stinging pain that stroke you again.

This last slap hit you hard. He murmured he had to match the color on the other side, so you just needed to be a good girl and bear the pain. Tears welled up to your eyes, but George wiped them away before they could even roll the entire way down your cheeks.

The pool of arousal in your stomach was getting into a tight knot. That moment was supposed to be about him, but you were so turned on by his recently revealed violence that you could not stop your own juices to wet your inner thighs.

“You are such a good girl, sweetheart. Being slapped and not making a fuss out of it. Maybe I should do it more often, hmm?”

You failed to hold back a raspy moan, and he smirked at your reaction. His words echoed in your ears, your head nodding up and down in agreement. You wanted to feel his hand against your skin like that whenever possible.

“Good girl. I’m so proud of you. You look beautiful like that, babe.” Both of his hands now cupped your face as he gently caressed your cheek bones. You closed your eyes at his comforting actions, but you could not lie and pretend you did not want more from him. “I’m gonna fuck your face now, okay? Gonna thrust into your mouth so deep you are going to be unable to speak properly for a while. And you’re gonna take it like the good, little slut you are, yes?”

“Y-Yes, daddy.”

At the mention of the never before used pet name, his breath hitched up in his throat and your eyes watched as he used his free hand to unzip his trousers. The other one was slowly sliding down your body. He kept it on the move until his fingers found your neck. George gave it a not-so-gentle squeeze and you felt air being cut from you, rolling your eyes to the back of your head in pleasure.

“Good girl.”