#‘oh are you a side sleeper a back sleeper or a stomach sleeper’ I’M AT THE COMBINATION PIZZA HUT AND TACO BELLLLL

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I will really watch a video of someone’s ✨sleep routine✨ which is essentially them straightjacketing themself and be like “oh I should try that” as if I don’t lie awake seething if I don’t have full range of movement

[kisses4reid]

sleep talking | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,,

fluff, one bed trope, r sleep talks, mutual pining

You lined up two pillows in the middle of the bed, fluffing them upright to create a barrier. Spencer smiled, emerging from the bathroom with wet hair and classic plaid pants. His black tshirt stuck to him slightly, and you had to pinch yourself behind the pillow wall to rip your eyes off of him.

“What’s this?” He asks, bending down at his bedside table to charge his flip phone. Your hands start fidgeting and you smile sheepishly,

“I’m a very active sleeper. Also, you hate germs. I doubt sleeping in the same bed as someone makes you sleep better.” Spencer sits down and covers his lower body in the soft duvet the hotel had washed freshly just the night before.

Although he looks casual and calm, like being roomed with you is a reoccurring situation, his heart palpitates under his ribs.

Maybe he didn’t want the pillow barrier, but it didn’t matter - if you wanted it, he’d agree.

He shrugs, smelling of coconut soap and linen. You turn your face away to smile slightly. David knew exactly what he was doing when he roomed you two together. You tugged your sleep shirt down and lean again the head board, clasping your book from the bedside table - an escape from your own feelings.

But there’s a gaze. It disrupts your senses and you turn your head to meet hot chocolate eyes and a shy smile.

“Thank you for thinking of me.” He whispers, and your eyes dart from his eyes to his lips.

“It’s okay. It’s better than you spraying down the bedsheets.” You jest, and he breathes out a tired laugh. Your eyes hold each others before you glance away to your book, and Spencer grabs his own.

It’s almost domestic. The aircon is at a comfortable, warm temperature (you both hate the cold), the bedsheets are clean, and the lamps are a warm glow that illuminates the room dimly. The only sound is soft breaths and turning pages.

It’s the calmest you’ve been in years.

It’s 2:34am, and Spencer’s just woken up to the soft whispers emitting from your side of the bed. He lifts his head, curious and somewhat concerned. You could be having a nightmare, or maybe you’re sick - or maybe you simply couldn’t sleep. But no, it was none of those.

You warned him.

“Spencer.”

“Yeah?” His voice croaks, confused. You were still. He rubs his eyes and tries to make out if you’re awake or not.

“Oh, you’re here?”

Spencer furrowed his brows and then widened his eyes, ‘I’m an active sleeper’.

“Don’t leave, okay?” You continue, and he smiles, laying his head back down. The pillows are flat on the bed, a consequence of your own sleeping habits, and it gives Spencer a perfect view.

Your hair is sprawled over the pillow, one piece covering your right cheek as you face him with a calm expression.

“I won’t.” He replies, heart aching a bit at your longingfull words. It’s silent for a few seconds before your hand reaches over the pillow, just falling short of his shoulder.

“But you’re so… far away.” You pout in your sleep and his heart crumbles. Spencer has no idea what you’re dreaming over, but whatever it is seemed solemn. He hesitantly outstretched his hand to wipe that piece of hair away, but he stopped short when you continued, “I don’t like it when you’re far away… m’feel lost…”

He picks up the barrier pillows and softly places them lower on the bed, shuffling forward slowly and laying his head down on his pillow (that’s now only a few inches away from yours). You smile in your sleep before going calm again, and Spencer thinks you’ve finished your sleep-talking before you let out one more soft whisper.

“That’s better.”

You wake up on your back, feet resting on a pillow and body entangled in the soft duvet. And Spencer’s there laying on his stomach, elbows pointed out and sleeping face angled towards yours. He looks gorgeous.

His hair is a mess, and there’s a piece stuck in his mouth, but his skin looks slightly tan and so clear. His eyelashes flutter slightly but he doesn’t wake - you try not to focus on how his shirts ridden up.

You turn towards him and lift the blanket up to cover his back. The warmth of the room, and the scent emitting from the man beside you lulls you to ignore the time crunch of your early flight, and drift back into the best sleep you’ve had in years.

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[propertyofwicked]

ONE - LN

summary: the quadrant team find themselves in a hotel for the night, but there's just one issue - there's only one bed left.

warnings: none, just fluff ig

a/n: this is so short and i kinda really hate it im so sorry - i think this was requested but i cant find it in my inbox :(

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y/n had been working with the quadrant team for a while now, helping out with filming and editing their videos. it was a dream job, honestly, getting to travel around and hang out with friends, even if it meant dealing with a few chaotic moments here and there.

they were on location, ready to shoot some new content for an upcoming video. however, when they arrived at the small hotel only to find that there were only three rooms available for the night, chaos ensued as they tried to figure out the sleeping arrangements. three bedrooms, six beds, six people.

“lando snores - absolutely not,” max called out, grabbing niran quickly.

“y/n wakes up at 6am - absolutely not,” ria followed, grabbing araav too, leaving y/n and lando stood quietly next to each other, assigned to a room despite not getting a word in edgeways.

“it’s a good thing i’m a heavy sleeper,” y/n sighed, looking up at lando who smiled at her softly.

“it’s a good thing i don’t mind waking up early,” lando replied, grabbing her camera bag before leading the two of them to their room. y/n fumbled with the keys, trying to unlock the door quickly.

she opened the door and froze, lando walking straight into her back, not expecting the sudden stop. there, in the middle of the room, was a single double bed. y/n turned back to lando, who was standing behind her with their bags.

“um, lando, we have a problem,” y/n said, stepping aside so he could see.

lando peered into the room and his eyes widened. “oh, great,” he muttered. “one bed.”

“yeah,” y/n said, rubbing the back of her neck, trying not to be saddened by his upset at the situation, “we’ll figure something out.”

“i’ll take the floor. it’s fine,” lando sighed.

“no, you won’t,” y/n shot back. “i’ll take the floor. you need a good night’s sleep for filming tomorrow.”

“so do you,” lando argued. “we can’t have you exhausted either.”

“no, i’ll take the floor,” y/n shot back, crossing her arms defiantly.

“y/n, don’t be ridiculous. i’m not letting you sleep on the floor.”

“well, i’m not letting you sleep on the floor either,” y/n countered, voice firm.

the others watched the back-and-forth with amused expressions, until max finally stepped in, appearing suddenly in the open door.

“you two are adults. just share the bed. it’s not a big deal.”

lando and y/n exchanged hesitant glances. they had been friends for years, sure, but sharing a bed felt... different. still, they both nodded, realising it was the most logical solution.

“fine,” y/n said, a touch reluctantly, “we can share the bed.”

as they got ready for bed, both of them were internally stressing. as y/n stood in the bathroom brushing her teeth, she couldn’t stop thinking about how close they’d be, especially when the mirror gave her the perfect view of lando laying on the bed, arm behind his head as he scrolled his phone. lando was trying to ignore the feeling in his stomach at the thought of lying next to y/n all night, one step away from googling alternatives to a cold shower. still, she climbed into the bed, each of them staying rigidly on their respective sides, trying to give each other as much space as possible - y/n half tempted to set up a pillow between the two to add some distance.

time passed and y/n found it impossible to fall asleep in the unfamiliar bed. she tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position, and with each turn, the sheets rustled loudly in the otherwise silent room. every few minutes, she let out a frustrated sigh, clearly unable to settle.

lando, who was on the verge of falling asleep, noticed y/n’s restless movements. he heard her get up and walk to the bathroom, the sound of the door closing quietly behind them. after a few minutes, y/n returned and climbed back into bed, but the tossing and turning continued.

another sigh escaped y/n, and lando, though exhausted, turned over to face her.

“you okay?” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

“yeah, i just... struggle to sleep in unfamiliar beds,” y/n admitted quietly.

lando sighed, his exhaustion outweighing his nervousness.

“c’mere,” he sighed, exhaustion outweighing his logic as he reached out, gently pulling y/n into his arms.

y/n’s heart raced, her body momentarily freezing up at the sudden contact but she relaxed into lando’s embrace as his hands settled on her hip, fingers extending along her skin. surprisingly, it did help. being close to him, feeling his warmth, was comforting.

as y/n’s breathing evened out, lando assumed she had finally fallen asleep, feeling a mix of relief and adoration for the woman that lay in his arms. he hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding. then, with a gentle, almost hesitant movement, he pressed a soft kiss to y/n’s head.

“good night,” he whispered, his voice tender.

“hmm night,” she mumbled back, barely conscious to recognise what was going on around her. it was better not to dwell.

[baddiewiththebook]

ONE OF THE BOYS [PART 3]

-> While you pine hopelessly over your best friend, Eddie Munson. You hear the sentiment 'one of the boys' one too many times and you've decided to change that. All in the name of the one boy who won't even look at you, or so you think.

-> eddie munson x you (she/her)

-> friends to lovers, slow burn, angst

-> warnings - strong language and suggestive themes [no smut]

-> a/n Oh, my god. When I tell y’all that everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong. I stayed up all night writing and editing just to get it out today, so you don’t have to wait another week when I’m off from work again. Yesterday, I was going to surprise y’all with a back to back upload, but when my laptop died and all of my content got deleted, I needed a pause. Anyway, I hope you enjoy Part 3 of a series I didn’t know would become a series.

[Part 2] Part 3

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You decide to wake up at five because your eyes wouldn’t stay shut any longer. Ripping the blankets off your body, the cool air nips at your skin. You shove your toes into your slippers. Tripping over your tennis shoes, you rethink how close you are to your desk. Feeling around for the corner, you find the desk and you begin to aim yourself the other way. You yelp when your waist collides into the doorknob and you silently curse to yourself while trying desperately not to wake your family. Shuffling through the dark, you take mini steps to your bathroom.

Closing the door behind you, you flick on bathroom light. Squinting, your eyes adjust and the shock of the bright room dulls. You use the toilet first, before your bladder combusts. While washing your hands, you meet your own face in the mirror.

Mornings weren’t your best look. Your hair mats to one side because you’re a side sleeper. Sometimes when your sick you’ll lay on your back to keep your stomach from getting nauseous. Instead of drying your hands on a towel, you toss them back into your hair to mold and shape what’s on your head. Massaging your scalp, you forget your worries for a moment. You wash your hands of the hair that sticks to your hands, and then you dry them off.

You bounce back from the shower when you twist the hot water handle. Water splashes in your face anyway. Steam breathes into your bathroom and you almost feel suffocated by the hot air. That’s what wakes you up in the morning. You strip, then step inside allowing the beads of hot water to bake your skin. The soap you use is plain and boring. It moisturizes the layers of your skin without leaving a scent behind. You watch the bubbles drain below you.

Leaving the shower is harder to you then getting back in. Your day will begin as soon as you step out. Going to school feels like a chore. Your classes all have projects due by the end of the week or by the end of the month. Then there’s the obvious boy you are trying to avoid. Before you can imagine any lewd situations between yourself and him (and trust that you have plenty), you switch off the water to your shower.

You don’t like washing your face in hot water, so you wait until your dry and you have a towel wrapped around your body. The icy water pricks at your pores. You dry, and you apply a thick layer of moisturizer to your skin.

Finding yourself vulnerable in a towel, and thrown into darkness once again because you have forgotten your clothes in your bedroom, you shimmy across the hallway once again.

When you choose a lotion, you act as though you won’t pick the same option you have been for as long as you can remember. The label reads ‘Fruity.’ Simple enough. Throwing on an extra spritz of perfume to compliment the lotion. You like to spray perfume while you’re bare to ensure the smell sticks to you, rather than your clothes.

Wrapping yourself in your robe, you want to take a peak at the sky. Rain clouds form above. Gray all day. You happen to, also, see that Eddie’s trailer is dark. Wayne Munson’s truck is on, and he’s in the driver’s seat waiting for the engine to warm. He goes to work early, and he stays late. That’s how you got to spend so many days and nights at Eddie’s growing up.

You’d tell your mom that you were spending the night with your friend Robin, and she would cover for you in a heartbeat. She must have known what was going on before you did. Did that even count - if you didn’t know?

You shy away from the window.

Going through your closet, you find an acceptable pair of denim that’s right on your hips and loose at your ankles. The striped sweater you call your favorite will scratch at you skin all day, so you put on a plain shirt on underneath.

If the you from a few months ago, saw you sitting at your desk whipping out all of the tools and the sponges that it took to apply makeup to your skin, you’d shrivel in a corner and cry. You got used to the feeling of the brushes against your skin. The way your face feels with a bit of foundation. And the sticky feeling of mascara pressing on your eyes.

As you finish powdering your nose, your stomach growls. Your hungry.

The sun is beginning to wake, and you’re able to move through the home a bit smoother. You find yourself in the kitchen pawing through the refrigerator. No one has gone grocery shopping in a few weeks, so your options are limited.

You take the box of Honey Comb cereal off the top of the fridge. A bowl off the drying rack will do, and there’s even a spoon next to it. You pluck out your mom’s cigarettes that she “hides” inside the box. She doesn’t count them when she smokes, so you know that you can sneak one into your pocket for later.

After pouring yourself a bowl of cereal, and stealing your mom’s cigarettes, you grab the milk from the fridge. It’s heavy. When you open the milk the rancid sour odor spoils your appetite.

“Jesus!” You curse.

The expiration reads about a week ago. Gross.

You toss the milk.

Even though you’re completely grossed out, you shovel a few bites of dry cereal down your throat. Dipping your head under the sink for a drink of water, you slurp down the crumbs sticking to the sides of your mouth.

By the time you’ve brushed your teeth, your watch reads seven fifteen in the morning. If you head to school now, you’ll be there by seven thirty.

That’s exactly what you do.

The drive is quiet. Most of the town hasn’t woken yet for their day. Shops still have signs in their window that read ‘Closed.’

You’re allowed into the cafeteria with the other early birds once you get to school. Finding a group of girls you’re in home room with, they welcome you for a study session.

“You look so pretty,” Michelle gushes over your makeup.

You smile. “You too. I love your shirt.”

“I got it on sale,” she tells you the name of the store. “We should all go shopping on Saturday.”

“Girls day out!” Lisa snaps her fingers. “Count! Me! In!”

The three of you small chat for a bit, before you dive into your awaiting assignments. They’re there to help you. You reciprocate the action when they want advise.

The school bell rings.

You pack up, and you wave goodbye for now. But, you’ll see them again in just a few moments when you get to class.

Heading to your locker for the first time in months, you have to try the code twice. The third time’s the charm. You take the specimen in your locker between your index and your thumb. Finding the nearest trash can, you throw the moldy sandwich away. At least the smell hadn’t penetrated through the bag yet.

You’re just zipping up your backpack after ridding yourself of about a hundred pounds of unnecessary textbook weight when someone shouts at the end of the hall.

Petty squabbles between students, you’re usually able to ignore. However, as all the noise is headed in your direction, you hear your name in between cursed and yells. A catastrophic tornado blows your way. Your feet are firm to the ground in terror.

Roxie’s purple, and about to blow a blood vessel judging by the vein nearly popping out of her neck. Hot on her trail is petite Indie, who’s begging for Roxie to just listen to her.

“Hey, you!” Roxie jabs her finger in your face.

Indie tumbled over her own feet, “Roxie!”

You check over your shoulder in hopes that someone might be there. No one is there except a few onlookers she’s drawn in her tirade. Now, you’re thinking. Eddie couldn’t have spilt the beans this quickly. Could he?

“Oh, I’m coming for you, bitch,” she snarls.

You’re toast.

Roxie is larger than you in all retrospects, but she’s especially big in muscle. If she’s about to pummel you, then you’ll be knocked over and split in two like a pin and she’s the ball going a hundred miles an hour.

“Can’t we talk this out?” Indie asks through gasps of air.

You stare between them. Indie isn’t after you by the worried expression she holds. Still unsure exactly what Roxie’s prattling on about, you decide to wait before you interject.

“Is there something going on between you and Eddie?” Roxie demands.

See, you knew their relationship wasn’t casual! Still, you did nothing wrong. Yesterday, you didn’t even express to Eddie that you liked him in the first place. You wanted to drop the conversation, and he kept going. This is his fault. Why isn’t he about to get a fist to the face? Who’s to say he hasn’t already? Yikes.

Roxie sucks her tongue to her teeth.

“Uh-,” you’re still loading in the information, and you hesitate to answer right away. “N- no?”

“Is that a question?” Her hot breath hits your nose.

You bring your hands down to your sides because you can’t let her see you trembling like a leaf. If she smells fear, she’ll know she’s won. Her prey is hers for the taking.

You’re tired of this. “Eddie and I have nothing going on. We’re just- just friends.”

You have a hard time saying that, but not for the reasons that Roxie has in mind. You’re not even sure if Eddie wants to be your friend anymore.

“Okay,” she sticks her tongue into the flesh of her jaw, and then says. “How come last night he moaned your name instead of mine?”

Blood rushes to your ears. Your face is on fire, and you’re sure everyone can see so.

Onlookers jeer and whisper amongst themselves. Rumors are already beginning from mouth to mouth; and, hitting ear to ear.

You would also like to understand what she meant by “moaning your name.” Spare the details. Obviously, you knew what happened last night. You wipe the winner’s smirk off your face, before Roxie even notices.

“I don’t know,” you fold your arms across your chest. “Shouldn’t you ask him?”

Roxie squares her shoulders. She clenched her fists until her knuckles are white. Cursing a few more angry words your way, she’s a bull ready to charge. You might as well be wearing all red.

“What’s going on here?!”

Miss Brown sticks her nose into the hallway and notices the crowd of people. Before anyone can do anything rash, she pushes her way into the center of the chaos. With an ostentatious sort of sigh that suggests she’s better than all of you, she starts breaking up the fight.

“Off to class,” Miss Brown shoo’s them.

“Let’s go, Roxie,” Indie grits her teeth.

Roxie eyes you one more time. “Fine. I’ll be seeing you later.”

You gulp.

It’s time to play a new game around school: Hide from Roxie! Winners get the very rewarding prize of not getting their face beat in.

You dart from class to class all morning. A huge target sticks to your back with Roxie aiming for a bullseye. Meanwhile, Eddie is still no where to be found. He’s probably hiding under his sheets at home, full of shame when he mistook your name for hers.

That’s just fine by you. You still didn’t want to see him either. Or, maybe you did. First, to clear the air about you liking him. A little flimsy crush isn’t going to break a friendship, right? You’ll get over it in time. Secondly, you’re sure that him naming you is a big misunderstanding. He just got distracted or something.

After lunch was over, you planned to sneak through Mr Campbell’s empty classroom. He doesn’t have afternoon classes, and you can easily shoot through since there is a door on either side of the hallway.

“Over there!”

Roxie has the cheerleaders involved now. No doubt they want a piece of judge, jury and conviction too.

Colliding into something solid, you topple over onto the tile. You’re swept away in thought and you forget to watch where your going. Mr. Campbell has that skeleton on wheels that he’ll leave just about anywhere. But, you haven’t knocked over that stupid skeleton.

It’s Eddie.

“Oh, God,” you rub your backside.

Eddie gasps, “What are you doing?”

“What am I-,” you snap. “What the hell are you doing? Your girlfriend almost tackled me like linebacker!”

Eddie shushes you. “Do you want her to hear? She’s not my girlfriend. I told you it’s casual.”

“Casual?” You want to yell, but you also don’t want her to hear. The last thing you need is for Roxie to see you in the same room as Eddie. “Whatever you have is not casual.”

“I messed up, okay?” He rubs his temple. “Jesus!”

Your chin lifts at the familiar brrring of the school bell. Now, you’re skipping class. You’ll get another hour of detention no matter if you stay here or go to class.

“You’re hiding from her too?” You conclude.

Detention doesn’t matter to Eddie. He just wants to ensure you’re okay. Judging by the way you’re creeping through empty classrooms, you’re doing just about as good as he is.

"I'm not hiding," he jumps when someone's locker slams. "Okay, so maybe I am hiding."

"This is so humiliating," you cry.

Eddie apologizes, “I’m sorry-,”

“You’re sorry?”

You’re grateful that the light in the room is limited. Otherwise, you don’t know if you could have a conversation with him right now. Eddie has these eyes that you could simply drown in.

“It was an accident,” he claims. “You’re the one who said-,”

“I didn’t say anything,” you correct him. “You’re the one with the wild imagination.”

“Wild imagination?!”

“Maybe I do like Jeff, hm? Or- or maybe I’ve come to realize that Gareth is a great guy. Did you think of that?” You stand before him, while he scrunches down into a chair. “Eddie Munson you’re selfish - no, you’re self centered. All about Eddie- it’s Eddie’s world and we’re all just there like puppets on strings.”

“You done?”

“No!” You snap. “Yes.”

“How could you call me self-centered when you’ve been prancing around this place like the rest of the guys don’t exist? Everyone wants to know where you are all the time. Why would I know? Oh, because you’re supposed to be my best friend,” Eddie rubs his hands across his face. “God, when did things get so complicated?”

"When you started calling me one of the guys in middle school, and I just wanted whatever you wanted,” you admit out loud. “Why do you think I changed when Gareth mentioned Roxie? I thought that’s what you wanted.”

Eddie’s unreadable. Although dark, you can see his thoughts bubble and burst.

“It doesn’t matter,” you continue. “You don’t like me like that.”

“Who’s to say that?” Eddie’s voice comes out barely audible.

You shake your head. “Don’t pity me.”

Eddie kicks the stool from under him, “I’m not.”

“Eddie,” you pick at your nails. “What we have is a great friendship. I’m lucky that you’re in my life. I don’t want to risk messing that up. Are- are you okay with that? Are we okay?”

Eddie doesn’t want to leave the air so broken. While the words are spelled out in front of him, he can’t find a way to bring them out.

“We’re okay,” he says.

-> <-

Flicking a green bean on his plate with a fork, Eddie can’t be bothered to bring the food to his lips. Nothing passes his mouth. He watches the ice crystals on his steak defrost because he doesn’t want Uncle Wayne to worry that he’s messed up dinner, since this is the first one they’ve shared in a while. Wayne told his boss that he wanted to be home tonight for Eddie, and here he is.

“You’re not eating?” His uncle points out because Wayne has eaten half of his meal, and he worries that Eddie is appearing a bit gray and slender.

Eddie replies. “I ate a lot at school.”

“In the years that you’ve been under my roof, you haven’t stopped eating,” Wayne lowers his head to meet his nephew’s eye. “Try again.”

Eddie pushes the microwaved dinner aside. A low hum comes from the television, and he’s not even sure what’s on. Someone’s bobbing around like a baboon trying to make a woman smile. Yet another attempt from Wayne to make Eddie relive his childhood, he guesses.

“That girl your seeing isn’t pregnant is she?” Wayne presses when Eddie won’t talk. “Eddie Munson, I’ve told you to use a condom-,”

“No,” he cocks his head to rethink. “No, she’s not.”

Even if Roxie was pregnant, she’d get an abortion and make Eddie pay for it. Actually, he still owes her for the condoms.

Eddie wants to be done with women for a while. But, there is still this pinching on his ears that reminds him you’re still there. He’s actually wearing a pair of your studs that you forgot at his house one day. Since Eddie is prone to losing just about everything, he’s decided to wear them so they don’t get lost. No one even notices except for him. They hide behind his hair.

“Look,” Eddie wets his lips. “If I tell you, then you have to promise me you won’t do that weird ‘oooh’ thing you do. Got it?”

Wayne claps his hands together. Say no more. He’s solved the case! That little lady across the park has had her eye on him since the day Eddie moved in. Wayne really likes her. ‘Thinks she’s a great ball of sunshine that can keep Eddie under control. He’s been just waiting for Eddie to wake up and smell the coffee!

“Really?” Wayne excites.

Eddie exhales. “Don’t-,”

“Wait,” he lectures. “You’re not seeing both of them are you? Eddie Munson that is wrong, and I won’t tolerate that behavior. I taught you better.”

“No-,”

“Seriously, boy. Wear a condom. It’s not just for you, but her too you know?”

“Wayne-,”

“You can’t be spreading your butter on everyone’s toast.”

“Wayne!”

“I knew it,” he blabs on. “Ever since I caught you two brushing each other’s teeth. Oh, I saw this coming - I did!”

That incident happened once, and Wayne would never let Eddie live that down.

You smoke one joint.

After sitting in his room complaining of boredom, you tell Eddie you had never brushed someone else’s teeth before. He hadn’t either. You wanted to try. But, Eddie would only let you if the offer went both ways. Wayne burst in when you were scrubbing his tongue. You splattered toothpaste all over the mirror, while Eddie tried to keep you from squirming so he could scrub your teeth.

“You need to learn how to knock,” Eddie tries sailing with the conversation his old man is going on about.

Wayne challenges. “You know there’s no closed doors when you have girls over, Eddie.”

“Oh, my God.”

Reliving the memory, Eddie wants to make more with you. Cooking. You’ll cook. He’ll burn food. You’ll tell him he’s doing a wonderful job anyway because you’re too sweet to tell him to get out before he burns the house down. Eddie visions that you’ll teach him a better way to organize his clothes. You’ve already tried to show him how to fold, but Eddie only lasted a week doing your method before going back to shoving the clothes in whatever drawer is the least bit full. He’ll now admit that he only let you teach him because he wanted you close. He wants you close. Always.

It’s not just domestic stuff he sees. He wants to take you on a date. Many dates. He wants to take you out of Hawkins, even if it’s for just a day. He misses your laugh. Seeing you cry today broke him. Knowing that you’ve changed everything for him, and he didn’t notice. Because at the core of all the makeup and the hair, he guesses, that he just didn’t care. He loves all the extra, don’t get him wrong, but all he can see is you.

“What are you going to do, boy?” Wayne wonders.

Eddie replies in a question, “What if everything goes wrong? I- I can’t lose her, Wayne.”

“Son-,”

“What if I just turn out like him? Like my father?”

Eddie’s lip quivers, as he bites back the tears he’s been holding onto for years. Not a day goes by does he not miss his father, even if the years weren’t kind to him. His father is locked away somewhere in State, but he hasn’t visited. They’ll take one look at Eddie and they’ll try to lock him away too.

“That’s not you, Eddie,” Wayne opens his arms. “Come here.”

Eddie drops his head onto his uncle’s shoulder. Tears slide down his cheek and across his chin.

“Deep breaths,” he rubs his hand across Eddie’s back.

He doesn’t cry for long, and Wayne wipes his tears when he’s calmer. This isn’t a usual interaction between them, but neither of them care. Wayne takes away a stray eyelash from Eddie’s cheek.

“You like this girl?” Wayne says as a fact more than a question.

Eddie nods.

“You have to try,” he insists.

“Yeah, okay,” his nephew agrees.

Wayne and Eddie end their conversation there. Eddie eventually eats (after microwaving the food because he could have broken teeth on that steak), and the show that his uncle makes him watch isn’t half bad. Their night comes to a close when his uncle snores.

Mouth agape, head tipped over and his feet propped up, Wayne would be out for the night.

Eddie tucks his uncle’s toes beneath the blanket Wayne was hugging. Tip toeing his way into the kitchen, he puts both forks into the sink along with their drinking glasses. The TV dinners find home in the trash can. While Eddie left the television on to lull his uncle in his sleep, Eddie flicks off the living room and the kitchen lights. He sneaks off to his bedroom, the only bedroom in the trailer. Wayne gave up the space for Eddie to grow into.

Eddie finds that sleep won’t do.

You project onto his ceiling like a film about his life. There you are. Every new milestone. Eddie didn’t think about just how many times you were there for him. His birthdays come to mind, even the ones he didn’t want to be there for because he doesn’t always feel like he deserves to be celebrated. You’d sneak off to get him a beer when his uncle was distracted with all the other kids invited.

When you kept him from going outside, while Wayne drove up in his brand new van that was a gift for Eddie when he got his license. Wayne took on extra hours just for him. That might just have been the night his heart beat a little faster for you. Watching you perform songs in your living room in that ridiculous feather boa and sunglasses, Eddie’s drawn to laugh at the memory of you out of tune and off key. You didn’t care. The hair brush you swore was a microphone was just not working that night. You’re much better performer in the shower, you’d said.

Eddie sits up in bed, and he can see that your bedroom light is still on. Your curtains are drawn, but your silhouette dances about. Bouncing up and down will sometimes get rid of your last bit of energy, Eddie’s witnessed your routine first hand. Your wild, and Eddie finds this fascinating.

When your silhouette disappears, but the light remains, Eddie concludes that you’re reading a chapter book. You told Eddie to try reading sometime because that’s what helped you get to sleep. He bought his first book that very same day.

The Lord of the Rings was your suggestion. Not that he hadn’t found it first, but he wasn’t about to point it out. Eddie sees the book hidden under a lighter he used last night.

Smoking seemed obvious to him. He couldn’t sleep, so he would light up. With Wayne home, though, Eddie didn’t want the smell getting to him. He’s pretty sure Wayne knows he smokes by now, and he doesn’t care. Eddie isn’t a reckless smoker by any means, and he keeps to himself. If Wayne found out he was selling, that would be a different story.

Never the less, Eddie reads page after page of the same book he’s been fascinated by for weeks. He immerses himself into the books wishing he could be the hero, rather than the one who runs in the face of danger.

Eddie hears your front door open and close. This interests him and tips his head up. Tossing the book aside like he’s suddenly been hypnotized, he looks through his window.

You’re on the porch in thin pajamas and a robe. A lit cigarette slots between your fingers. You only smoke when you’re stressed. Pacing back and forth, Eddie understands that you’re talking to yourself. He just can’t make out the words.

This is creepy. Eddie shuts his window, and sinks back in bed. Leaving you alone - leaving you alone.

The words in his book blur into blobs of unrecognizable text. All he can see right now is you on that porch. You’re alone - and you’re probably cold. He has a blanket that he could offer. Maybe he could- no, he is leaving you alone.

Eddie wants to untangle the knot he has in his belly. He even tries to convince himself that he’s still hungry. But, he knows he won’t eat. You’re there. Even if you were caked in mud, you’d still be the most beautiful girl in the world to him. Actually, he has seen you caked in mud before. You were definitely hot then too.

Oh, God. What was he doing?

Pulling open his closet now, Eddie finds a jacket to slip on over his pajamas. He takes an extra blanket with him. It’s a bit torn up, but the blanket is clean. Wayne washed the blanket a couple of days ago, along with Eddie’s sheets which he claimed he could smell from across town. Eddie was not that dirty. It was the weed - but, er - don’t ask about the stains. He doesn’t know what they are or where they came from. Seriously, don’t ask.

Wayne is still snoring in the living room. He mutters in his sleep when Eddie opens the front door, and he doesn’t see Wayne stir once the door shuts.

His uncle stretches, and wakes up enough to take a leak in his bathroom. By the time he returns to the living room, he catches a glimpse from the window in the living room. His boy is with you on your porch making you smile and making you blush.

Wayne doesn’t need to spy. He’s seen this movie before when his brother made moves on his girl. It’d be a few more years until Eddie is born, but the picture is already there.

“Atta boy,” Wayne cheers to himself.

Eddie’s sitting with you, and sharing a cigarette. You’re not sleeping either. Dried black makeup you haven’t smudged off is stuck under your eyes. He wants to swipe it away, but he doesn’t know if he should.

“Is your mom in tonight?” Eddie asks.

You shake your head. “No, but my dad is such a deep sleeper. He’s nothing to worry about.”

Eddie worries about your dad catching him there with his only daughter, then your mom who likes to call you both “crazy kids.” Your dad is stern. Overprotective. He’s jokes about having a gun locked away somewhere, but Eddie still has no idea if he is joking. You won’t tell him because truthfully you don’t know.

“What’s got you up?” Eddie brings the blanket closer to you because he sees your shoulders dance.

You shake your head blowing out smoke to the left where Eddie isn’t.

Eddie takes a drag from the cigarette after he says, “I don’t think I’ve been all that honest with you.”

He reads your face.

“Not like that,” he can’t look at you, so he counts the floorboards of your porch. “I said we’re okay, but I don’t think we are.”

Your heart skips in your chest. “What do you mean?”

While Eddie might not be able to look at you, your eyes are all on him. In the moonlight, he’s like this shiny thing. You can’t put your thoughts into words, but he’s carved by the shine of the moon. He might hide his face with his hair, but when he hunches over you relax a bit.

You haven’t been able to put yourself in bed. Knowing that Eddie was there had wrecked your mind. You’re itching to be near him.

The whole day you thought about nothing, but him. How unsatisfied you are with your earlier conversation. You thought being the one to take charge in the conversation, and assert yourself, might make the blow easier. Truthfully, it hurt even worse.

You spent the evening sobbing in your room like a baby. Friends. You signed your name at the bottom of that contract. But, then, you thought about the day you’ll find a nice boy that will like you back. You’ll get married. You’ll get a house. Everything will be okay. But, as you thought about your life, your mind wondered about Eddie. What happens when he finds a girl? He’ll have a wife and he’ll have a house too.

You’ll be at that wedding. Sitting in a chair that’s not too close to the front, but also not all the way in the back. The band sits in front of you. They might not be able to pronounce the brand name, but their check cashes on their suits. All of your friends are his friends.

Eddie’s fiancé is faceless, but her gown is breathtaking. They’ll say ‘I do.’

You’ll cry along with them, but the tears you shed are ones you let out at a funeral. Are you just supposed to sit there and pretend like you don’t want to throw up?

Because that’s not you standing at the alter.

That’s some chick he’s met on the road while he tours with the band. Sure she’s great. But, the sight sickens you. Maybe that means your selfish, but you can’t do this. You can’t see Eddie with another woman. You refuse to see it because Eddie’s always been with you.

“I’m sorry?” You’ve spaced out while Eddie is speaking.

He begins to say, “please don’t make me repeat myself.”

Throwing the cigarette to the ground, you stamp out the flame. You wrap your hands around his neck, and you pull him forward. Eddie's lips meet yours in an awaited embrace. Longing and passionate. His hands burrow into your hair pulling you ever closer. The tender touch of his fingers fall to your waist to tell you he's not going anywhere.

You can't be sure which one of you pull away first. But, when your eyes open you breathe a sigh of relief. Eddie is still there, and he's about as hot in the face as you feel. You let out a breathy laugh, and he hides his grin behind his hair.

It doesn't take long for him to ask,

"Can I take you out sometime?"

And, of course, you say. "Yes!"

-> <-

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[mikedfaist]

Riff just crashing at Readers place all the time.

Unannounced sleepovers.

Always climbs in through the window when he stops by, it’s also always late at night.

When readers mad at him and he comes to apologize he gets kicked out to the sofa. Otherwise he will carefully climb into bed, slip his arm under or around readers waist and kiss their shoulder. It’s the only time when his guard is fully down.

Sometimes he’s horne and will kiss reader awake.

“oh hun that’s creepy af but okay 🙂‍↕️😘”

THIS IS WHAT I’M SAYING

His love language is spontaneous visits. He’ll climb up your fire escape, and just pray the window is unlocked. (Sometimes, if you two have had an argument, he’s not surprised when the window doesn’t budge… but he will politely knock until you yell at him to leave).

The first time he stops by unannounced, is before he can even call you his, but he’s working on it. He was out walking the streets, having a smoke, and quite frankly, he missed you. Somehow, he stumbled down your road, definitely wasn’t planned. He can see from his spot on the sidewalk that your window is ajar, and your light it on.

It took him a week of begging for forgiveness from how badly he scared you. (In his defense, he at least knocked on your window, instead of climbing right in).

Now, they have a rule: window is locked, don’t bother me. Seldom is it locked.

A lot of the time when he comes by, he needs comfort, and maybe he doesn’t even realize that’s what he’s seeking. Maybe it’s after a brutal fight, a rumble. He just knows he needs you, even if you’re asleep beside him. He feels the most safe with you, but I don’t think he could ever openly admit that.

He’s gentle when crawling into bed – taking off his shoes and shirt, inching down onto the mattress as to not disturb you. Sometimes he’ll hold is breath as you begin to stir, but you quickly fall back into your deep sleep. He nestles close to your back – you’re primarily a side sleeper – burrowing his face into your hair. His arm drapes around your side, and he circles your stomach with his thumb. Nothing can hurt him here.

It's no longer a surprise when you wake up to your body passed out beside you. He’ll sometimes sleep until noon without the disturbances. You know he gets his best rest when he’s here with you.

Then there’s the nights when he comes over with that burning desire in his gut, and he really did try not to bother you – for a solid twenty minutes he walked up and down your street to try and get his mind clear, because he feels guilty waking you up when he has his needs, but the needs always win in the end.

He’ll begin kissing your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck, breathing deeply in your scent. His hand that’s resting on your stomach inches closer to your chest, cupping a breast and circling a nipple.

“What time is it?” Your voice is filled with sleep, barely above a whisper. You turn to face him, but can barely make him out in the darkness.

“One o’clock… couldn’t sleep.” He waits a beat before kissing your shoulder. “Just tell me to leave and I will.”

Of course, you don’t.

These kinds of fucks are slow, and gentle and you could have your back pressed up directly against his chest, and that wouldn’t be close enough for him. He somehow needs you more. He keeps his hand on your hip to control his pace; his thrusts are deep, and it’s embarrassingly fast how quickly he feels the need to let go, but he had been getting himself worked up for a half hour before he found himself on your bed.

He slows his pace, and then stops all together. He pulls himself out and turns you over onto your back, sidling in between your legs before pushing back in. You love to play with his hair when he’s on top, and he would be lying if he said he hated it. It makes him feel loved. He drops his face into the crook of your neck, kissing and biting and sucking and nibbling. Your moans flood his ears, and he moves to lift your leg up and over his hip, deepening his angle, just like you like it. He feels your walls tightening around him, your nails digging harder into his back.

“Fuck, don’t stop—don’t stop…”

“I’m gonna cum—I’m gonna cum—”

“Fuck, Riff… fuck me harder.”

He nearly collapses onto you, his arms forming a barrier around your head as his pace intensifies, and he feels you come beneath him. Your sounds alone could make him cum. Before you’ve even finished, he feels that knot finally come undone and he’s spilling into you, his moans engulfing the small space between you two.

“I love you,” he always says as he’s coming down from his high. He means it; it’s never something just said in the moment. Your fingers still entangled in his hair begin to massage his scalp, and he hums against your neck. He doesn’t make a move to pull out of you; quite frankly, he loves the warmness.

“I love you too.”

[slytherinboysappreciation]

Imagine Tom's reaction when reader (male) was dared by Abraxas to wear a skirt for a week (Abraxas knows Tom has been pining for reader since 1st year, he js want to help his homie)

The Skirt - T.R. x male!Reader

A/N: I love this request so much oh my gods 💛 I wrote this in a horny frenzy because this unlocked some sort of sleeper agent side of me that I never knew existed until I read your request

I think this is the most feral Tom Riddle I’ve ever written. I tweaked the request a tiny bit, but I hope you like it. It’s completely unedited with no use of Y/N. I wrote it intending to write more, so that’s why it ends the way it does.

PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU READ THE WARNINGS!!! I tried to tag everything, but let me know if I missed something!

This is 18+, which means NO MINORS!!!!

CW: female oc; Reader dresses as a girl; lots of beauty descriptors for Reader; don’t read if you’re prone to dysphoria/dysmorphia around looking feminine!!!; Tom’s horny thoughts; Tom’s feral thoughts; Tom is absolutely whipped for you; brief graphic description of sexual acts; Tom is a horny boy; probably ooc Tom; this takes place in Tom’s seventh year of school, so him and Reader are both of age

777 words

“Hey, did you hear about Abraxas’ dare?”

Tom looks up from his plate of food, lowering his fork. “No. What dare?”

Aurora Greengrass sits across from him, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “You haven’t heard? He dared a male student to dress as a girl for a week!”

Tom blinks, vaguely surprised. “Abraxas did? Who did he dare?”

“No one knows yet. We only know because—“

“What are you two talking about?”

Abraxas sits next to Tom, dumping his school bag on the floor behind him as he sits down to eat.

Aurora’s excitement seems to dim a bit. “Ah, well… We were just discussing your dare.”

“Ah.” Abraxas smirks. “That. I’m quite excited about it, honestly. It should help some things move along quite nicely, if I do say so myself.”

He gives Tom a subtle nudge, like Tom should have any idea of what he’s talking about.

He just gives Abraxas an odd look and goes back to eating his food.

“So,” Aurora leans in. “Who did you dare?”

Abraxas’ smirk only grows. “Why don’t you ask him yourself? He’s coming this way.”

Tom turns to look, and promptly chokes on his bite of food.

It’s you, dressed in a swishy skirt, woman’s stockings, and Mary Janes. You have on red lipstick, a bold and fierce look.

“Hello, Riddle. Malfoy. Greengrass.” You sit casually, adjusting your skirt as if it’s no big deal. As if you aren’t the most gorgeous boy to walk into Tom’s life.

Tom manages to swallow his food and pick his jaw up off the floor. “You— You look—“

Where to even begin?

Tom’s had a crush on you since first year. Ever since you sat next to lonely little him in Potions class and gave him the biggest grin of your life.

He’d been absolutely sold since then. Seven years of being head over heels. Utterly and completely whipped.

Seeing you in such a cute skirt… all prettied up…

He bites his tongue to keep his thoughts—and blood—from rushing to inappropriate places.

You didn’t dress up to be objectified like this. But Merlin did his brain want to do it.

“Cute, right?” You flash your signature grin, the one that always makes Tom’s stomach flutter. Today it’s more like a tornado of butterflies.

Merlin, how is it that you look so pretty? From just a skirt and lipstick!

“Uh-huh.” He mindlessly agrees, far more focused on a tiny smudge of lipstick against your upper lip. He wants to wipe it off. Kiss it off. Make it worse.

His thoughts go downhill too quickly to catch.

That perfect mouth of yours, all red with smudged lipstick, wrapped around his—

“You’re staring, Riddle.” A small frown creases your face. “Are you alright? Do I have something on my—“

“I’m fine!” Tom forces himself into composure, folding his hands in his lap to hide the evidence of his thoughts.

Your gaze flicks down automatically, and a quizzical look crosses your face.

Tom panics a bit. You can’t find out! You’ll be disgusted with him!

“So,” he says, fumbling over his words. “What made you decide to accept the date— DARE! The dare.”

He’s practically sweating, hands clasped tight. For a moment, it seems like you’re going to question him.

Then you shrug. “I dunno. Just felt like it. Abraxas seemed pretty set on me doing it, so I guess I just accepted to humor him. I look pretty good in a skirt, though, huh?”

Tom’s mouth goes dry. Pretty good? You look fantastic. Gorgeous. Mouth-watering.

He wants to kiss along your tantalizingly bare thighs and sink his teeth into the meat of your skin. He wants to mark you up, leaving it absolutely unequivocal as to who you belong to.

More than anything, he wants to see you absolutely wrecked, begging underneath him as he fucks you in the skirt.

“Riddle… Riddle… Tom…?”

“I gotta—“ Tom stands, his breathing heavy. He can’t stand it. You look too good. Too tempting. “I gotta go.”

He can barely find it in him to care that you get an eyeful of his extremely obvious hard-on as he stands up. He needs to get out of here. Now.

He can hear Abraxas’ laughter as he flees. Cheeky shit. He probably set it all up on purpose. Made you wear the skirt, knowing he’d find you irresistible.

And for a whole week?

Tom presses his forehead to the cool wall of the corridor.

There’s no way he’s gonna make it through the week. Especially not with you looking so delectable.

He has to find some way to distract himself. To divert his focus from you.

But how?

[tiyoin]

So I personally like to imagine that their eyesight is kinda poor. Mainly because it’s darker under water than above, yknow? But their other senses like hearing and smell are twice as good. What do you think? (I wanted to tell someone but I didn’t know who but I love your version of them so I figured why not!)

i’ve been hoarding this post like a dragon for far too long

AND TYSM FOR SHARING WITH ME!!! I LOVE IT MEAH MWAH

i immediately thought of them waking up at butt fuck whenever because you accidentally woke them up when you were going to use the bathroom. and they try to look for you but because of the darkness of the room, them literally just waking up, and their shitty human eyes-

EEP!! them reaching over for you but all they’re met with is a warm, empty comforter 😿😿

i wasss gonna make that into another post but i couldn’t think of anything else and really liked it 🙈

i immediately thought of them waking up at butt fuck whenever because you accidentally woke them up when you were going to use the bathroom

EEP!! them reaching over for you but all they’re met with is a warm, empty comforter 😿😿

i’m imaging floyd sleeping star fish (you were originally curled in at his side) and he’s all moany groany cause 1. you woke him up 2. YOURE NOT WHERE YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE- GET YO ASS OVER HERE

i can imagine him bleary eyed waking up and squinting, trying to look for you through the crusties in his eyes- but that doesn’t work because all he sees is nothing. at most he sees a horribly mangled mosaic of blues on the wall that would normally make anyone nauseous. but to the eel, it felt just like home.

JVIALELF IMAGINE HIM SHOOTING UP WHEN HE SEES YOU CAUSE HE DOESNT RECOGNIZE YOU THROUGH HIS SLEEPY HAZE BAHAHS. all it takes is a little ‘floyd?’ for him to chillax and sink back into bed. groaning about… whatever.

you can faintly hear a ‘what time is it’ from your boyfriend, his voice a lower timbre than his usual higher crow. you laugh softly, clearing you throat gently as you give him some made up time. it seems to satiate the male though as he slowly sinks back down into messy covers.

one hand raises to cover his eyes and his other hand slowly raises like the dead until your warm human flesh meets his cold merman hand, prompting him to you back into bed. where you belong this time he’ll make sure you don’t escape 😉

and the LOML JADEEE

he definitely starts off all prim and proper when sleeping. you know the saying ‘snug like a bug in a rug?’ that’s jade (i want him to wear a sleep cap but i don’t think he does unfortunately 😔)

i can imagine jade slowly shifting his position to sleeping on his stomach. some how he still manages to keep a tight grip on you like a handlebar in a roller coaster, so it takes some squirming to get out of the eel’s iron clad grip.

but nonetheless you quietly patter over to the bathroom

oh boy goes jade have a mean look on his face cause 1. never wake a sleeping eel, especially jade and 2. whys the bed exactly ___ pounds lighter 🤨

i think jade is more of a light sleeper than floyd so the moment the door to his dorm closes he’s peeling his golden eye open while softly kicking his leg (phantom movement cause he was trying to kick his tail 🙈)

i can imagine jade actually growling when he realizes you’re not there. refusing to get up, jade turns his head towards the door as he tries to make out the shapes of his room. but to no luck cause everything is just pitch black.

he’s waiting, sinking himself in deeper to the bed as he opens his other eye. just in time, the door creaks open and the light from the hallways splits through the opened door.

softly, you tip toe in and close the door.

alls fine and well until your in arms length of the bed, silently celebrating on not waking up your boyfriend until a cold, deathly hand seizes your shoulder and drags you into the cavern of blankets and pillows.

jades now on his side glaring,,, squinting? as he puts an arm around you with a low throaty grunt. once your nestled in his arms to his exact liking, the eel will slip back to sleep- he’s a liar, i’m a liar.

both of the twins don’t fall asleep immediately. even though they’re both blind as a bat they’re listening. listening to the slowing of your breathe with their grey eye peeled open.

they’re feeling the once rapid fire of your heart even out into a steady rhythm of beats.

it’s not until you’re dead asleep do they both shift your position slowly, lazily onto their chest. legs intertwined with yours and strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist, like a child hugging a stuffed animal, afraid of the deep shadows that linger in the corners of their room.

not until they’re certain you’re not getting up and out of their poor eyesight do their muscle relax and bodies sink into the mattress, ready to slip off into dream land with their little shrimpy🤭

[novasdarling]

Growing Pains

Yandere! Illumi x reader

TW: Kidnapping Hinted, Pregnancy, Zoldyck Child Training(Idk what to label it as), Sort of Forced Pregnancy and Dubcon, Female Reader.

A cry woke you from your sleep again. It had to be the fifth time in the last few hours that she had woken up. Heading towards the crib near your bed, you checked to see why Sora was crying again. She couldn’t be hungry again, you swore you had just fed her not too long ago. You silently prayed she wasn’t teething yet, you weren't ready for that. Picking her up, you both sat on the bed. Trying to calm her down so you two could sleep again. Usually, she was in her own room with butlers that came to answer her calls at night, like with the other kids. But when Illumi was gone, it was nice to have another in the room with you at night. Even if she wouldn’t sleep.

Trying to hush her to bed seemed to be insignificant. A knock at the door proved that.

“Mrs Illumi.” You always hated how they referred to as that. Always linking you to Illumi. Master Illumi’s wife. Mrs Illumi. Mrs Zoldyck. Never just your name. “If you please, I can take her back to her nursery.” A butler had walked in. She was new but extremely sweet. You wondered how the hell she got here.

“No, I’m fine. Thank you though.”

The butler left, leaving you with a crying baby. She was the fussiest of all your kids. The others were better sleepers by miles. There was nothing you could really do right now, you had changed her, fed her, rocked her. Looking down at her, wondering what would make her cry like this. You needed to calm her, it would be embarrassing to have to call the butler back because you had failed. Failed to get your own child to rest. She was your child, you should be able to do this. Holding Sora closer, you hummed an old lullaby your own mother used to sing to you. It was more for you than her, a way to calm yourself down. If she sensed your tiredness and stress it would only make things worse.

The cries had finally stopped, looking down you saw Sora peacefully sleeping. It worked, the lullaby got her to sleep. Silently thanking your mother's need to sing all the time. You moved to lay Sora back into the bedside crib, but when you put her down, she woke. She just wouldn’t let you be. Taking her back into your arms, you laid her down on the bed near you. Making sure the bed was cleared on her side. Luckily Illumi had gotten the biggest bed possible. You kept your hand on Sora’s stomach. Humming and rubbing her, trying your best to get her back to sleep. Soon the cries stopped, her heavy eyes closed and so did yours. Both of you letting exhaustion win. Getting the much-needed sleep you both had been deprived all night.

The morning light shining through the window had lit up your room. The drawn back curtains had allowed the golden light to fall in and unfortunately hit your eyes. Waking you up. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, looking to the side expecting to see Sora, instead being met with an empty bed. Shooting up you looking around. She wasn’t by your bed, not in her crib. Where was she?

“Sora, Sora? Oh, god where is she?” You were running around the room the room, scared she fell off the bed and crawled somewhere.

“Mrs Illumi. Please relax. Sora is in the nursery with her siblings.”

It was the same butler as last night, she must have heard you running around the room shouting and came in. Her words calmed you down. She or one of the others most of gotten her before you woke up. You let out a breath of relief. She was safe and fine. Thanking and dismissing her, you got ready. Wanting to go see the kids in the nursery.

All you wanted to do was play with the children today, but Illumi was set to arrive back home soon. He'd never allow you to put all your attention on them when he was there. Dressing in Illumi’s favourite dress, as he was supposed to come home after dinner and always liked you ready to greet him in an outfit he enjoyed. It was like this ever since he had taken you as his wife. He had strict rules for you and the children. It was better when you played the part of the perfect wife. After all these years, it had gotten easier. Especially after having Mary and Silva, the twins. You had them to focus on when he was gone, to distract you from him. Illumi even seemed to change. He had always been somewhat kind to you, after all he had taken you and made you his wife because he stated he loved you. But before the twins he was awkward, not knowing how to communicate with you. All he did before was keep the bed warm with you and spoil you in gifts. Even then, it was detached. It was clear he didn’t know what to do with you besides the occasional conversation, sitting in silence, and sex. At least now he was more aware what was needed in a relationship.

Once ready you headed to the nursery. The butler told you all of them there playing. It was nice that there were still moments they could be kids, even if they belonged to the Zoldyck family. Heading down the hall until you came to the room. The nursery was on the other side of the hall. Illumi stated it was best to keep them far from your two’s room. You argued which made him settle on allowing them to have their rooms on the same floor as yours.

Walking into the room you were met with a different view than what you expected. The kids were playing, but they weren't alone. It wasn’t the usual butler that was watching them, no it was Illumi.

“Hello dear. You look wonderful.”

“You’re home early. I thought you were homing after dinner.”

He explained that the target was easier than originally thought so he was able to come home earlier. Illumi was sitting on the couch, holding Sora while watching the other kids play. They all had some features of his. Whether it be his long hair, his height or his large eyes. At least those that did have his eyes didn't have the emptiness like his. According to Kikyo, their eyes were almost like yours. Held the same emotions as yours, but were his shape. Only Silva and Sora looked more like you. Though Silva had his grandfather’s white hair. Born with a full head of it, Kikyo demanded that he have a family name. You were so tired you would have agreed to anything to get everyone away from you and get some rest.

Illumi signalled you over. Putting Sora on the ground to be swarmed by her siblings. Then pulling you down to sit on his lap. A hand on your waist and one on your thigh. He began to talk about his target. How easy it was, the method and plan he used. You always hated how he talked about these things in Infront of the children. They were still so young, but then again, he always told you that soon they would be joining him. It was hard to look at the twins and think that even though they were only eight, they were already getting trained. Being prepared to be taken out on missions with their father. No matter how much you loved them, they would always be seen as possessions of the Zoldyck family. Belonging to Illumi, not you.

“Sweetie, don’t push your brother.” You went to get up, but Illumi held you down.

“Let them be. They can figure things out on their own.”

Illumi went back to ranting about whatever he pleased until he called the butlers in to take the children to training. You tried to ask him to let them stay longer, you had just woken up. Yet, once again Illumi’s word was final. Once the kids left, he led you out of the nursery and back towards the bedroom. Signalling for you to help him undress, he knew you rather have him change his clothes once he got home. It was foolish, but it made you feel like what he did wasn't real if he changed clothes.

“We should have another.”

What

“You-we, I thought we were only going to have the four?” You two already had the twins, Kilian and Sora.

“Yes, but you seem happy with the kids." He turned to look at you. Scanning your face. "Lay down on the bed.”

He was standing there shirtless while your hands were still helping him with his pants zipper. There was no arguing with him. You originally thought after the twins he’d stop but then Kilian came a few years after that and Sora after that. To you, the others weren't planned. At least not on your part. It was only after you found out you were pregnant with Sora that he revealed he wanted four. Illumi tended to do what he pleased with you. In a sense, you were lucky he even brought it up instead of just doing it.

You laid on the bed, watching as he finished undressing. You realized you were still dressed. Your attempts to get undressed were stopped by him. Illumi telling you to just remove your underwear. Doing as he said, sliding them down and off your legs while Illumi watched. His eyes refusing to look away as he crawled on the bed between your legs. He held position you in the middle of the bed. Keeping himself in the middle of your legs. Using his hands to hold them apart while he lowered his head. Moving towards your clit, sucking on it. He was good, too good. It was rather annoying, especially since he was so good at reading you. Listening and watching you to see what worked best, what drove you crazy and right now. He was succeeding. The way his lips attached around your clit, the way he used his tongue. It made you a moaning mess, struggling to get away from him. Only to have his hand come up and hold your hip down. It was mind-numbing in an amazing way. The way his tongue was swirling around your clit was bringing you closer and closer to the edge. It wasn’t fair how he did this to get his way. Make you a puddle so he could do what he pleased. It wasn’t fair, but then again it was better than when you first got here. He just would position you and did what he pleased. Barely even warming you up.

“Good. Almost there.”

You were more than almost there. You were at the edge ready to fall off. Just a few more swirls and you were screaming his name. Gripping his hair, unsure if you wanted to pull him away or bring him closer. It was intense. You were still catching your breath as Illumi wiped off his face and lined himself up. You could barely look straight, too much in a daze. Not focusing on him moving and lining himself up, until you felt his tip at your entrance.

“I-Illumi, I don’t k-know.”

“Shh. I’m not done.”

He wasn’t a man of words unless he wanted to be condescending or rude. Then he seemed to be very skilled with them. It was best to lay back and let him enjoy himself now. If you were good for him, he’d make sure you enjoy it too. But the idea that he wanted another kid was blocking that idea. Were you ever going to get a break from having kids? Sora wasn’t even a year old, this was sooner after than the others.

“Illumi, please, S-Sora's too young.”

“I want a few more and now.” Illumi dipped his head to your ear. Littering a few kisses by your temple and the shell of your ear. While he pushed in. “You always look good-mmmm so tight-when you have my baby.”

His pace was slow while he pushed into you and let you get used to him. The stretch had gotten better over time, it was less intense than the first few times you two were together. Then again, Illumi also learned to focus on getting you warmed up first.

His thrusts were speeding up. His gentleness only lasted so long, he liked to get you off first so he could focus on him. He was selfish in nature, but better than before. His face was buried in the crook of your neck as his hips slammed against yours.

“Good. So good.”

Illumi was in the heat of the moment. Losing himself in your cunt. Fucking into you roughly. The way he was aiming his hips. Trying to get as deep in as possible. Wanting to also hit your sweet spot. It felt good, rough, but good. If he just slowed down a bit he would last longer and make you cum around him.

“Illumi! Illumi! Please, s-slow down. Please.”

“No. I’m almost done.” He was attempting to keep his composer. It was faint, but there was some strain in his voice. “I’m going to put another baby in you.”

He leaned back for a moment, pushing your legs up against your chest into a mating press. Allowing himself to get deeper. He was getting close to becoming too much. You wanted to push him away, but he wouldn’t budge. He was much stronger than you and once he was in the moment, there was very little you could do to push him away.

His grunts were loud and clear in your ear. Letting you know how much enjoyed being with you. He was hitting your sweet spot, ramming into it over and over. He was close, his thrusts were getting sloppy. You were getting close too. It wasn’t fair that he was making you feel so good when this wasn't really for you. He wanted another kid. You knew if he could, he’d probably keep you pregnant all the time.

“You looked good this morning. Laying in bed with Sora. Such a good mom” So that was it. Illumi was getting messy now, something that rarely happened. “I want more.”

The buildup was becoming too much. You clamped down on him, causing him to cum when you did. He held you tighter as he stilled. Filling you as much as he could and as deep as possible. While you were clawing at his back. Illumi was grinding into you, riding out his high. You were trying to catch your breath under him. Both of you lay there coming down from your highs. He came down faster than you, moving off of you to lay beside you. Watching your chest rise and fall trying to catch your breath.

“I hope for another boy like Silva. He’s getting further than I was at his age. Kilian seems to be too sensitive like you.”

Illumi was right, Kilian tended to come back from training in tears. It melted your poor heart. You never wanted this for them. If only all of them were more like Illumi. Mary tended to be a good spy, always telling her dad what you had been up to while he was away. He trained her well. You couldn’t help the way your eyes teared thinking of what your kids had become. They once were innocent little babies like Sora, but even she was receiving some training now and when she got older. She would become like the others.

“They’re kids Illumi...”

“Yes, my kids. They are part of the Zoldyck family and so will the others we have.” He moved closer, sitting up slightly and looking down at you. “I thought we were over this.”

“You're right, I'm sorry."

You remembered how you would cry and beg him to leave the twins alone when they started their training. Sometimes he'd lock you away as punishment so you wouldn't be able to see them for weeks. Spending that time alone crying over them. It was better to let him take them if it meant you could patch up their wounds after and be with them. It was cruel either way.

"Why do you want more now though? Sora is still so young.”

“I saw you with Sora this morning. You were so peaceful with her, you always looked that peaceful when pregnant. You always looked good.”

You smiled at his words. He was always the horniest when you were pregnant or when you two were trying. There was no arguing with him. You thanked him and laid a kiss on his lips. Illumi had come far from all those years ago. He was still cold and calculated, but at least now. Now he had his moments when he was alone with you and occasionally with the kids.

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[sickandtwisted01]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x AFAB!READER

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warnings/tags: pre-discussed and consensual somnophilia, no pronouns other than you, slightly unsure Simon, uhhh idk how to spell it but Simon’s being a munch rn

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Simon was a man of great self restraint– it was something he’d always seemed to pride himself on, even from a young age, he’d always had that sense of being able to stop himself in even the most tempting situations. Self-discipline was one of the top things on his list that kept him from doing anything reckless, stupid or idiotic. However, coming home to find you like this… that was unexpected.

You were sprawled out on the bed, blankets wrapped in your limbs like a ribbon with spots of exposed skin in just the right places, your stomach, your upper body, one long leg. You had on a tank top, a pair of rather skimpy black underwear and nothing else– it was almost like you’d planned on tempting him and of course, this was a conversation you’d had with Simon. He usually came home early in the mornings, around 4:30 or 5:00am, when you were still wrapped up in the loving embrace of sleep. There were other circumstances that’d brought the topic up, though. How Simon’s low sex drive fluctuated and the urge to be buried deep inside of you hit at the most random times, usually just as early as his returns home.

That was how the conversation was brought up and you were the one to mention it. “You know… you could just…” Your voice trailed off, eyes shifting Simon’s face for a moment before darting away.

“Just what?” Simon questioned back, gaze lifting to meet yours. “Oh, don’t be nervous, lovey.” He cooed gently, sensing the anxiety radiating off of your body. He pulled you closer, into his lap. He placed three gentle kisses against your face lovingly, humming as his arms wrapped around your torso, “What could I just do?” He hummed against your ear.

While his loving reassurance was kind, and seemed to ease some of the anxiety in you, it didn’t all leave. “You could just… fuck me while I’m asleep, if you wanted.” You told him softly, not daring to meet his gaze.

At first, the idea was one that Simon just seemed to laugh off. It felt… too close for comfort on the lines of what he thought was right, or wrong. Taking advantage of you– even if you’d given previous consent, in a state where you felt safe, vulnerable and comfortable just wasn’t something he really was interested in doing.

But… now, taking in the frame of your body, the way your face was completely relaxed and as beautiful as ever with the moonlight shining over your body from the window to the right of the bed… he was seemingly rethinking this. The man leaned over, placing his duffle bag down beside the entrance of your room as he came over to the bed.

Gingerly Simon reached out and gripped the edges of the plush blankets that kept him from taking in every inch of you. He hesitated for just a moment before pulling it back, taking a moment to bask in the glory that was you, your body, your presence. It all filled him as soon as he peeled the material back– this was new for him, slightly exciting, a bit nerve-wracking. You’d asked him to do this. That was what he had to keep reminding himself in an attempt to calm the nerves that had now taken place in his stomach and he hadn’t even really done anything yet.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, springs groaning and creaking under his weight. He reached out slowly, brushing hair from your sleeping face. He hummed gently, hand cupping the side of your face for a moment as his thumb ran along the height of your cheekbone. He stayed like this for a second or two, simply watching you and allowing himself to feel comfortable enough to do what he really wanted to.

Dark eyes raked over your body, his hand following the movement until his hand and gaze rested on your abdomen. You didn’t stir– always such a hard sleeper, which, he supposed was working to his favor at this moment. He crept lower, into the waistband of your underwear. The man let out a gentle exhale as his fingers found the heat of your folds, index finger prodding at your entrance while his thumb brushed teasingly at your clit. Testing the waters, seeing how you’d react. Your body twitched, a pleasured sigh escaping your parted lips. This was enough encouragement for a bit of confidence to well in Simon’s chest. He removed himself from the invasion of your underwear, moving to sit between your legs. His fingers hooked into each side of the thin layer of fabric restricting his access to you, slowly pulling them down your legs. Warmed palms followed, tossing the material aimlessly behind him.

He hummed, large palms parting your thighs gently. He took a moment to drink in the beauty of your unclothed frame before his tall frame leaned down, licking a broad stripe along your core. The sound that escaped your still sleeping body was like music to his ears, only more encouragement for him to continue. The second your taste hit his tongue, he was to work. His tongue is latched onto your clit, eye fluttering closed as he allows his instincts to take over.

Simon’s hands stayed rested on either of your thighs, placing a minimal amount of pressure as he held them open to keep his access to your body, despite your beginning stages of movement– which was not something new, you were just as squirmy for him while awake and conscious. He swirled his tongue around your clit, humming gently against the bundle of nerves. A wicked grin spread across his lips as he felt your hips start to roll against his face a bit, small whines and whimpers escaped you.

You were stirring, and by the way you were moving, Simon could only assume you’d be awake sometime soon. The wet muscle that was providing your unaware body with so much pleasure dipped down, finding it’s way into your entrance. The moment it did so, a quickened breath caught in your throat. Your hands reached out, lacing into Simon’s short locks. Your eyes opened to slits, brows furrowing lightly. “Fuck… yes…” You hissed out, back arching lightly as you basically forced poor Simon’s head to stay buried in your sex.

Your head lifted a bit, breathing out heavily as his tongue plunged in and out of your body, hips bucking against his face. “Please, Simon, please– fuck, don’t… don’t stop.” You managed out, voice breathy and still filled with the grips of slumber. Simon was more than happy to oblige, your broken words and hiccuped noises only seemed to encourage his actions.

The familiar heat of orgasm coiled in your abdomen as his tongue pressed into that perfect, sweet spot nestled deep within your body. Your brows furrowed, eyes squeezing closed as you let out a gentle groan, “That’s it, right there…” You spoke, moaning as Simon’s tongue thrust inside of you as deep as he could. Your back arched further, fingers pulling lightly at the strands of hair zipped between your grip. Your orgasm ripped through your body, a harsh breath escaping first and then the reverb of your moans. Simon’s assault on your core stopped, but he stayed between your legs, still suckling at your clit to help ride out the lingering waves of the orgasm crashing over your body.

It was two minutes or so before he stopped, and you’d let your tightened grip on his head go. He hummed gently, fingers stroking along your abdomen as he looked up to you. There was a small smile on his face as he reached out, placing his hand back against your face. He moved so he was atop of you, hovering over your body. His mouth was glistening with your juices but that didn’t seem to phase him, he brought his free hand up to wipe against his mouth, “Sweet as ever.” He spoke softly, leaning up to place gentle kisses against your neck and jaw.

You hummed back, arms wrapping around his shoulders loosely. You basked silently in the kisses, humming as you tilted your head towards him. Your eyes closed slowly, “Missed you so much…” You tell him softly, fingers toying with the back of his hairline.

He leans down, forehead resting against yours. “I missed you, too, lovie.” He whispered back, kissing against your cheek twice before moving to lay next to you. He pulled you against his body, covering you both up. “Get back to sleep, yeah?” He spoke gently, running a hand along your back. “We can continue this in the morning…. let you rest up a bit.”

There’s a small huffed laugh that escapes your throat, but you don’t have much fight. You nodded against Simon’s chest. “Yeah…” You muttered, “That sounds… like a really good idea.” You whispered out softly, eyes closing as you nuzzled your body against his side.

[malleusthehammer]

Breaking the News to Sasaki

LISTEN. LISTEN. i can’t find a good gif for this. but @ghostygloom is the idea man for this and i am in LOVE with this

Warnings: None. Pure baby fluff!

Who: Kojiro Sasaki (RoR/SNV)

Type: Headcanons, and a bit of a drabble!

This man has been HEAD OVER HEELS for you since you both met.

He tries his damn best to be the best boyfriend across the seven seas.

He saw you while he was traveling, and just never left!

Of course you didn’t mind it- i mean cmon.

You lived alone and did all the work yourself. You didn’t mind, it was just life for you.

He was always there to help carry firewood, help pick veggies, and even try to darn clothes

let’s just say- he sucks at that.

He absolutely loves it when you watch him train. It makes him feel special

OKAY OKAY ENOUGH DOMESTIC HCS HEHWHA

After you two had been together for a while, you had been getting quite sick in the early hours of the morning.

Since Sasaki is such a deep sleeper- he doesn’t even realize what’s going on.

give this man a break he has NO EXPERIENCE WHAT SO EVER

after a couple weeks it finally clicks in your head

holy shit your pregnant?!

At this point you’ve been having more fatigue lately and the work around the house is piling up

Sasaki is SO worried about you

he’s always by your side, bringing you food which he tries to cook but fails

He’s asking questions left and right “Are you okay? Should i call a doctor? are you gonna die??”

and of course, you have to calm the poor man down.

you just say you’ve probably caught a nasty stomach bug

One day, he comes back in from training and sees you pacing in the livingroom

The door let out a whine as it closed, a sigh following it. Sasaki wiped his forehead with a cloth, setting his katana down. He had been outside for a long while, leaving you to doing some thinking.

“Tsuma? Where are ya? I’ve missed you-!”

His smile widened as he stepped through the doorway, seeing you hold your stomach with your face red. You glanced at him before immediately looking down again.

“Kojiro..”

Sasaki knew this was serious. You hadn’t called him by his nickname. Was something wrong? did he do something? could he fix it?

“Yes, my dear..? Is everythin’ alright?”

You bit your lip as you blinked away some tears and walked towards him. He quickly grabbed you, pulling you into a hug. He always smelt like sweat, with a bit of pine. But it was always a smell you could look forward to when he walked in the door.

“Kojiro.. i’m.. im pregnant.”

Silence struck the room like a loud crack of thunder. His eyes widened before they curled back up from his smile. Small chuckles erupted from his chest before turning into full blown laughter. You were stunned by it. He was.. laughing?

“Tsuma! This is- This is amazing! Oh my-! Haha!”

He held you back, looking in your eyes with a bright smile. His laughter was so contagious, you couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re.. you’re happy?”

“Of course i’m happy! I’m with the most beautiful woman, that’s with my kid! Oh my god! Haha! This is so amazing!”

Sasaki picked you up, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck as he spun you around. Laughter filled the room, ever nook and cranny. Soon, he sat you back down on the ground. His hands sat gently on your hips as you looked up at him, your hands resting gently on his shoulders.

“Ah.. how could i have been so blessed with such a beautiful woman?”

He chuckled again, pulling you into a kiss.

Okay. Low key. I highly enjoyed writing this LMAO GRHSAHS anywasy :3

[eelfuneral]

Bedtime Stories

I’m multishipping garbage, so I decided to write a little TechPhee fix-it piece because they deserved so much better. They’ve also got a newborn.

Phee was pulled from the gentle sea of sleep by the precise staccato of a familiar whisper. Before giving birth to Aroha, she had been a heavy sleeper, but having a newborn had somehow made her more prone to waking at the slightest noise, her brain filled with one phrase: “the baby”. Phee rubbed the sleep from her eyes and rolled over towards the source of the sound. A broad, scarred, brown back topped by a head of grey-streaked auburn hair cut through the moonlight flooding through the window, and Phee felt warmth down to the very pit of her stomach.

She sat up and scooted towards the opposite edge of the bed. When she reached her husband’s warmth, she rested her chin on his shoulder. Tech glanced up from the quiet bundle in his arms and turned to Phee, stealing a quick but scorching kiss from her parted lips.

“The baby okay?” asked Phee, reaching down and stroking an old, silvery scar that ran like a ravine across Tech’s left pectoral.

“Yes,” he replied, still whispering, “Aroha was sound asleep. I, however, was not.” It wasn’t uncommon for Tech to pick their daughter up from the bassinet beside their bed in the middle of the night, and it had been like pulling teeth to get him to admit that his dreams were the catalyst.

“Another of your dreams?” asked Phee, reaching down to run a gentle index finger along Aroha’s chubby cheek. The newborn’s eyelids twitched, but she remained lost in slumber.

“The one with the needles and the electricity,” said Tech, his voice cracking. He pulled his daughter closer to his chest and took in a tremulous breath.

“Oh, Brown Eyes,” Phee said before tilting his strong chin towards her and kissing him deeply. She felt a tear escape her eye. When the kiss broke, Phee stroked the side of Tech’s neck. “It’s all over. You’re on Pabu.”

“Sometimes, I am prone to forgetting,” said Tech, his voice colored by guilt for horrible things that he didn’t remember, and yet had been forced to do.

“I know,” replied Phee, only to be interrupted by a shrill cry.

Aroha’s wide, brown eyes opened for a moment before a shrill cry for her mother erupted from her toothless mouth.

“She’s hungry,” said Phee as she plucked the baby from her husband’s arms, lifted her shirt, and allowed Aroha to latch on and feed.

Tech turned around and looked at his wife and daughter with a warm smile, and the motorized components in his prosthetic arm hummed as he adjusted the silk bonnet that sat askew atop Phee’s locs.

“You are beautiful,” he said, “so is little Aroha. She has your smile.”

Phee’s heart lept as though she were a schoolgirl talking to her first crush, “she’s got your pretty eyes, Tech. What were you talking to her about tonight?”

Tech took Phee’s flesh hand in his cybernetic one. It was warm. “I was simply telling young Aroha the tale of the Prince in the Cursed Mask and the Pirate Queen whose kiss broke the spell,” he said.

Phee hummed and gave Aroha a smile, “how’s it end?”

“Just like this,” said Tech.

[slutforavatar]

“Our little secret”

Neteyam sully x Human!Reader Smut

Neteyam is 19 and the reader is 18!!

Warnings: Finger, Male masturbaition, Riding, js heavy smut so skip if you find uncomfortable.

(Y/N) is a Human but was raised by the Na’vi’s and she grew up running around the forest with the youngest Sully boy Lo’ak, but what happens when her and the eldest Sully boy sneak around?

“Y/n catch!” I reach my arms out and I catch the small pebble he threw at me, I look down at the rock in my hand and I examine it “It’s gorgeous, I’m sure Kiri would love it” I smile, I always love collecting rocks and other pretty things I find in the forest and giving them to Kiri because I know how much she loves them. I reach down and I shove the rock into my little bag hanging for my leather cloth covering my heat. “Come on its getting dark we gotta head back” I look up at Lo’ak and then we run over to his Ikran, he grabs my waist then throws me on then he follows by jumping on.

“Kiri” I yell as I run towards her “look what Lo found” I reach into my bag and I pull out the magenta coloured rock “here” I smile softly at her as she grabs the rock and studies it “its gorgeous, was there any others” she looks at me and Lo’ak with curious eyes “I’m not sure we can take you tomorrow to look” Lo’ak replies as he sits by the fire his father had started. “Have any of you guys seen Neteyam?” Jake says as he walks over carrying Tuk “Im here” we all turn to see Neteyam walk towards us and I smile “Hey teyam” he smiles and sits by Neytiri as she prepares everyone food. I look over at the eldest Sully boy and I notice a pink tint on the top of his perky ears and the frustrated look on his face and I frown with confusion. “You alright teyam” everyones focus turns on him “yeah I’m fine, Im just gonna go take a walk” He clears his throat then stands up, I walk him walk away but then I’m distracted by Neytiri saying the food is ready.

It’s been a while since Neteyam had left and everyone was asleep but I couldn’t sleep with the uneasy pit in my stomach, I sit up then I look down at Lo’aks tail wrapped around my leg and I chuckle softly as I try and unwrap it without waking him and to my luck he is an extremely deep sleeper, I stand up and I turn to see if I had waken anyone up. Once I see everyone cuddled up to ome another I head towards the dark night to find Neteyam.

My feet hit the cold grass and I hiss softly ‘snap’ I hear a branch snap behind me and in instinct my hand flies to cluch my knife “Y/n?” I notice the voice but its raspier then normal “neteyam?” I stare into the dark then I let out a sigh when I see the Sully boy walk towards me, I let go of my knive “I could’ve killed you” he chuckles “I’m sure your tiny body couldve killed me” I scoff “what are you doing out here” I watch his tail swift side to side between his legs, he doesnt reply. “Whats wrong with you, you were weird at home and then I find you out here alone, whats wrong?” I grab his hand and I rub my thumb across his hand, Im worried him. “N-nothings wrong” I hear him softly pur but he tries to cover it by clearing his throat, my cheeks heat up from hearing him pur, did I make him pur “did you just pur?” i smile devilishly “no I didnt y/n” he pulls his hand away and turns away “you so did” I smirk and I laugh “oh shut up its not my fault your touch does that to me” My heart beats fast, my touch? what does he mean by that “What do you mean, my touch?” I walk towards his tall frame and I place my hand on his back and I feel the heat radiating off him “Its embarrassing” he mumbles “no tell me” I smirk , thinking I have some power over him “im in heat” he whispers so quietly i was surprised I heard it, once I register his words my core tingles “your in heat?” I move my hand from his back to his wrist and I tug at it to signal him to face me, he turns towards me and looks down at me, if I didnt know Neteyam I wouldve been very intimated because of the size difference since I am only 5’10 and him being 8’0. “Im in heat y/n and it hurts so badly because I cant do anything about it” the moonlight shines on his face revealing a slight pink tint spread across his face, I clench my thighs together to try and stop the tingling but it doesnt help, this is your bestfriends brother y/n stop thinking about him that way “you should leave y/n” his voice brings me out of my thoughts, “why?” I look up at his face and I look into his big green eyes “because theres nothing you can do, and your presence is making it harder for me” he takes a sharp deep breath as I step closer to him “there is a way we can help eachother, we must just keep it a secret” I couldnt handle it anymore I needed him and he needs me. He raises an eyebrow “how could we help eachother?” I place my hands on his chest “we both need a release right? we could help eachother with that, just two friends helping eachother out in times of need” he studies my face for any signs of this being a joke but I was praying he’d say yes. He still hadnt said anything, I was about to open my mouth to say something but before I could even get to say anything he leaned down and crashed his lips onto mine. I let out a small moan at the sudden contact but I soon molded into the kiss, my hands quickly find themselves gripping his hair and pushing him closer to me. “so sweet he mumbles against my lips and i huff into the kiss, i feel his hands on the backs of my thighs then he lifts me up, I wrap my legs around his torso. I pull away from his lips and I run my tongue across his jaw, his grip tightens on my thighs and I feel his hot breath quicken on my ear and I smirk, I leave sloppy kisses on his neck then I softly bite the skin on his neck “y/n” the sound of him moaning my name makes me even hotter. I bring my lips back up to his face “you’re so gorgeous teyam” we smile at eachother “now lay down please I need you”

Part 2—

It wont let me write anything else

[cloudcountry]

well enough

Genre/Tropes: Very domestic.

Summary: Epel makes you breakfast in bed. It gets a little rambunctious.

Author's Comments: this is an epel characterization test. i hope you all like him C: <33

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A distant thud wakes you up from your light slumber, and you crack your eyes open. There’s a soft sunlight drifting through the curtains and you slowly drag the bedsheets off of your body. Before you can even throw a leg out of bed, your bedroom door swings open and Epel’s back fills the empty space. He turns around, cursing softly under his breath as the silver tray in his hands glints in the sunlight. He kicks the door shut, and you find it's amusing that he still hasn’t noticed you staring at him.

Epel finally looks up and sees you staring at him. He jumps back and nearly spills the glass of what looks like freshly squeezed apple juice.

“Ack! Darlin’, ya scared me!” he hisses, somehow keeping a steady hold on the tray, 

“Sorry.” you murmur, too tired to genuinely apologize as you reach out to him, “Come back to bed. I’m cold.”

Epel rolls his eyes, but the pink flush on his cheeks persists. The intensity at which he approaches your bed makes it seem like he’s about to fight you, and you almost laugh when he delicately places what appears to be your breakfast on your nightstand.

“Had to make sure ya weren’t hungry t’day.” he grumbles, sitting on the edge of your bed as he stares down at you, “Are ya feelin’ alright? You’re sleeper than usual.”

“Maybe it’s because my sweet apple pie left my bed to run off with some pancakes and apple juice and left me all alone, cold and miserable.” you joke, throwing a floppy arm over your eyes in mock distress, “Was it worth it?”

“Oh, shut it.” Epel huffs, and you can tell he’s rolling his eyes again at you right now.

“Make me.” you yawn, propping yourself up on your elbows.

You’re greeted with the sight of a red faced Epel furiously sawing at the stack of pancakes. The sight is so absurd that you start laughing, and even though you try desperately to quiet the sound with your hand, Epel still hears it. He shoots you a dirty look but he’s so flustered that it has virtually no effect on your giggle fit.

“What's so funny?” he huffs, turning his head back to the pancakes with a scoff, “Ya idjit. You’re lucky I love you.”

“I am.” you confirm, scooting closer to him as he stabs a small piece of pancake, “Who else would make me breakfast in the morning? No one. And even if someone did, it’d never be as good as yours.”

Epel makes a satisfied hum as he runs the pancake along the plate, collecting extra syrup so it’s just to your liking. He shifts a little, bringing the tray into his lap and setting the glass of apple juice on the coaster resting on your nightstand. Epel outstretches his hand and you place your chin in his palm. He’s always insisted on feeding you like this, and even though his explanation was always that any food crumbs would fall on the tray in his lap instead of the bed, you know he likes the physical closeness too.

“This’ll make ya shut it.” Epel snickers, and before you can question what exactly he means by that, he shoves the pancake slice into your mouth.

“Ephel!” you jolt away from him, covering your mouth as you begin to laugh.

He’s cackling on the other side of the bed, pointing at you and clutching his stomach. You can’t even bring yourself to be mad right now, so you simply chew and swallow without aiming an expertly manuverd kick at his hip and kicking him off the bed.

You’d save that for another time. Epel likes roughhousing, so you’re sure you’ll get a chance.

“Ya should’ve seen your face!” he hollers, and with the way he’s laughing you’re grateful he set the tray down next to him in his giggle fit because there’s no way syrup wouldn’t be all over your bed otherwise.

“You’re terrible!” you screech back, snatching up the tray from beside him, “I’m going to feed myself!”

“Aww, c’mon darlin’.” Epel snickers, stealing the tray back from you with a smirk, “I didn’t mean it. Lemme make it up to ya.”

You pretend to consider it as he sticks his hand out again, another perfectly slathered-in-syrup pancake slice on the tip of his fork. Sighing, you turn back to your lover and begrudgingly place your chin on his hand again, playfully glaring at him.

“Ya gotta open up, darlin’.” he shakes his head, holding the fork meaningfully in front of you, “Won’tcha lemme make it up to ya? Please?”

You pretend to consider it a few beats more before you let your mouth fall open. Epel smiles, one of those boyish, rugged ones that make your heart stutter in its chest, and you accept the pancake. This time, you have time to savor the flavors.

It’s good. His cooking always is.

“When I get married to you, you better feed me like this every day.” you huff.

He turns bright pink again and mumbles something under his breath that you don’t quite catch, but you know enough about Epel to know what it’s probably about.

When.

Not if, when.

“What was that?” you tease, cupping your ear and leaning in close, “I didn’t quite catch that.”

Epel glares at you, but there’s no malice behind it. Just a soft adoration and something that says “I am so fed up with you and your antics but I love them so much and I’ll encourage them even if they give me a headache because they’re a part of who you are and I love you.”

“I will.” he says, and it's like that is all he has to say because a warmth fills your chest and it’s like all you’ve ever known is peace.

“I want to be good to you.” he whispers, almost like an afterthought, and the warmth becomes hotter.

“You’re already so good to me.” you whisper back, grabbing his hand where it lays against the bedsheets, “Thank you for everything, Epel. I promise I’ll take care of you, too.”

He flushes even redder and avoids your gaze, but you know it’s not a bad thing.

You know Epel well enough.

[shadowdaddyazriel]

Some cass x reader x az PLEASEEEEEEE

Wine Night (Cassian x Azriel x Reader)

warnings: smut! threesome, poly, mxm, mxf, oral, penetrative, etc. you get the picture.

summary: You, Cassian, and Azriel are best friends. The three of you have a wine night at the house of wind and the night gets a little wild. (smut with fluff aftercare)

Leave me a comment if you enjoy! (It motivates me to write faster and helps me know what you guys enjoy! it's more appreciated than ya know!)

I woke up, drool coming out of the side of my mouth and onto the House of Wind’s leather couch. Wiping my mouth quickly in embarrassment, I sat up halfway, propping myself on my elbows and looked around. Cassian was passed out on a pallet of blankets in the floor and Azriel was sleeping in the armchair, legs propped up on the ottoman. 

I stirred, moving to stand. Creeping into the kitchen, I quietly poured myself a glass of water. Sipping it slowly, I gazed absentmindely into the sink. Cassian, Azriel, and I had all been drinking wine and cracking jokes well into the night, enjoying each others company all too well to turn in for the night and had all passed out in the living room.

The two boys had become my best friends. We had met a few months ago and had been pretty inseparable since. They made me feel accepted and wanted. It was nice. I had never really had friends like them before. They were funny without ever being mean, loyal to a fault, and surprisingly emotionally intelligent. Oh, and um… easy on the eyes. That is besides the point, though.

I turned, dropping the glass carefully into the sink before heading back into the living room. Azriel’s eyes sparkled in the darkness as he shifted his weight, alerting me to the fact that he was awake. I gave him a shy smile as he continued to stare at me. Cassian snored softly beside us, as heavy a sleeper as they came. I sat down on the side of the couch facing Azriel in the arm chair, swinging my legs so that my feet touched the other arm of the couch. I pulled the blanket up to my chin, still looking into Azriel’s eyes. 

The corner of his mouth quirked up into a sly grin. “Is that my hoodie?”

The blood rushed into my cheeks, my heart pounding. I had forgotten that in my drunken sleep I had gotten cold and had grabbed a sweatshirt from Azriel’s closet. Gods, why did I do that?

“I’m so sorry, I’ll take it off,” I said, sitting up to lift the sweatshirt over my head when Azriel spoke up.

“Don’t,” he said, “unless you’re taking what’s under it off too.”

Cauldron boil me alive. If I wasn’t blushing before, I sure as hell was now. My mouth fell open slightly as I searched for words. 

“Relax, pretty girl. You never have to do anything you don’t want to.” Wicked thoughts still glimmered within those hazel eyes and my stomach was filled with butterflies, my breathing uneven.

“Azriel? Where is this coming from?” I squeak out, my nerves much more obvious than I would have liked for it to have been. 

“Where’s what coming from?” He asks with a sly chuckle, tilting his head slightly, eyes crinkled in amusement. 

“You flirting with me.”

“I think my intentions have been clear since the beginning,” he said, his voice so deep I felt as though I could swim in it. 

“They haven’t.” I say, swallowing.

“Then you haven’t been paying attention,” he says, eyes finally averting to survey the room, including Cassian’s sleeping form, his quiet snores still filling the air as his huge chest rises and falls. 

I stare at him for another moment, surveying his side profile. Gods, was he gorgeous. His eyes fell back to mine, and he lifted his hand to gesture to me to come over. His gaze was so hot and intense I felt as though I might melt under it. Still, without even thinking about it, I began to slowly rise to my feet and step over to him until I was standing inches from where he sat. His legs dropped from the ottoman and he used his foot to scoot it farther away from him, making space for me to stand between his legs. 

His hands slowly rose to gently caress my hips, thumbs brushing soothing circles as his eyes took in my body, his lust apparent. He was looking at me like he wanted to ravish me. My cheeks were on fire, my body squirming under his heavy gaze. 

“You have no idea what seeing you in this,” he thumbs the fabric of his sweatshirt hanging off my body, “does to me.” 

“It smells like you. And maybe is a tiny bit too big for me,” I laugh, “but that made me like it more.” Az beams up at me, eyes crinkling at the corners in the way that made my heart want to stop and my knees want to give out. Azriel is typically so somber and to himself, but in the moments he lets his walls down, he shines like moonlight. 

“Sit in my lap, angel,” he smiles, pulling me back onto him. I sit on one of his legs, both of mine between his as he stroked his hand down my back. My breathing was uneven, hands shaking as I clasped my hands together, unsure of what to do with myself. 

Azriel reached behind me to grab the wine bottle from the side table. He brought the bottle to his lips, drinking deeply from the dark red liquid as he kept his eyes on mine. He lowered the bottle, passing it to me. I lifted it to my own mouth as Azriel’s gaze fell to the way my lips wrapped around the lip of the bottle, and then fell more to watch the way my throat swallowed the liquid. When his eyes remet mine, his gaze was hooded and lusty. It made butterflies explode in my stomach, sending bolts of lightning straight to my core. 

We passed the bottle back and forth a few more times, joking and laughing with each other. The wine warmed my belly once again, and eventually I found myself squirming in Azriel’s lap, grinding myself back into him. He let out of a low growl, grabbing my hips with force. His fingers dug into my skin harshly as his chest rose and fell roughly. 

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He purred, mouth inches from my throat. “Tell me what you need, baby.” His breath was hot against my skin. My core was throbbing against his leg, and my cheeks heated at the idea that he might be able to feel it. Or that I knew he could scent my intense arousal. 

“Az,” I sighed, trying to press myself against his leg slightly to relieve some of the pressure building between my legs. Gods, I felt like I was in heat. Where was this coming from? Fucking faerie wine. It had to be an aphrodisiac of some sort. Because I wanted nothing more than to sink down onto Azriel as he took me roughly. 

“Use your words, angel. I wanna hear you say it.” 

“I need you to touch me, Azriel. Please,” I whined, leaning further into his touch. His mouth latched onto my neck and I felt wetness pooling in my panties, my core aching for him. He groaned, tongue swirling against my neck. I arched into him and his hand found my lower back, pushing me into him harder.

“Angel, I don’t know if this is where you want to start this unless you want to be filled with two Illyrian cocks,” he jokes against my neck, a small chuckle rumbling in his chest. My head swirled quickly. I had forgotten Cassian was here. If he wouldn’t have been such a heavy sleeper and been drunk on faerie wine, he would have been awake already. “Although maybe that’s exactly what you wanted. Was it, sweet girl?”

I looked back to him, my shock apparent. But I hadn’t said no or argued, and he had noticed. He started grinning like a man gone mad, a deliciously wicked twinkle in his eyes. His shadows crept over his shoulders, perching and swirling around his torso. 

“Go wake him up, then,” he cooed, pushing me up off his lap and smacking my ass. I turned to grab his hand to pull him with me, and his gaze darkened. 

“Fucking filthy girl,” he whispered against my hair, kissing my temple as he followed me to where Cassian was sleeping. I knelt next to Cassian, hands slowly reaching down to stroke his hair. He stirred slightly, and I began to run a hand up and down his back. He lifted his head, eyes squinting into the darkness to take in the scene. His eyes flicked from me to Azriel, and a slow sleepy grin crossed his face. 

“Yes?” He chuckled, propping himself up on his hands and stretching out his legs. 

I stroke a hand down his broad chest, eyes following my fingers down and stopping just above the waistband of his sweatpants. His breath caught slightly, stomach twitching. 

My eyes met Cassian’s again as I tugged onto Azriel’s hand that was still clasped in mine to drag him closer to me at Cassian’s side. He scooted forward and I pressed my mouth to his own. He was stiff and confused at first but relaxed into my touch, my mouth parting as our tongues slipped into each other’s mouths. 

My hand once again trailed down Cassian’s chest as he reached out to gently wrap a hand around my wrist and lifted my hand. He pressed a gentle kiss to the center of my palm. I broke from Azriel’s kiss to lower my mouth to Cassian’s. 

If Azriel’s kiss was sensual and erotic, Cassian’s was all passion and lust. He gripped both sides of my head, tongue battling with mine. Two hands slid up my lower back before Azriel’s lips found the base of my spine. A shiver crossed my skin in anticipation of Azriel’s touch. He slowly kissed a line up my back as I moaned gently into Cassian’s mouth. 

“Pretty girl,” Azriel sighed into me once he reached the nape of my neck. He slid his hands around my body to cup my boobs. I pushed my ass back into him, finding him hard against my backside. He bit my neck gently, pushing himself into me harder, grinding his cock against me.

I broke Cassian’s kiss to look back and forth between the both of them, still panting from their touch. “You could have just asked if you wanted us both this badly,” Cassian murmured, brushing a hair from my face to tuck it behind my ear.

“Have you two done this before?” I ask, surveying both of their faces. Azriel nodded slightly. I blushed at the thought of another female being exactly where I was now, writhing between two of the hottest men alive. I bit my lip imagining the thought of the two of them sweaty and working a female, and even each other. 

“But never with someone like you,” Cassian whispers, running a hand down my arm. “Never with someone we loved.” I hated the way that heated my core and made my heart warm at the same time. 

“Now let us take care of you, angel,” Azriel murmured, hands gripping the edges of my shirt and lifting it up and over my head, baring my chest to both of them. I was only covered by a skimpy pink lace bralette that didn’t leave much to the imagination. 

They both hissed at the sight of my breasts. Azriel, still slightly behind me swiftly unbluckles the bra, sliding it down my arms. It falls from my body, my nipples peaked and prominent from arousal and the cold air. They shuffled their positions slightly, both of them taking one of my nipples into their mouth. Molten lava filled my core and I really and truly thought I might come only from their mouths devouring my breasts. 

Both of them groaned against my skin at the increased scent of my arousal and I whimpered, desperate for any friction against my core. Azriel’s teeth grazed my nipple as he released me, head raising to kiss me. Pulling back, he gave me a grin. 

“Such a dirty little slut, aren’t you, baby? About to take two cocks? I wonder who you want to fuck you first?” Cassian purrs,nipping at your earlobe. “Or if you want it gentle or rough? Is it my mouth you’ve fantasized eating that pretty cunt of yours, or was it my cock filling and fucking you?”

“Why should I have to pick between the two? Why not both?” I grin, turning my head to kiss him. I could feel him smiling against my kiss. 

“Then why the fuck are we still so clothed?” Azriel chuckled. As if on command, we all began to strip until there were no clothes left between us. My mouth went dry at the sight of the two of them, how beautiful and sculpted they looked. Literal statues of Greek gods. 

Cassian scooped me up, sitting me in his lap as he sat down on the ottoman. My back was pressed against his chest and his prominent length pressed against my core. I grinded against his cock, my soaked folds gliding against him in ecstasy. He groaned out, head tipping back. Azriel dropped to his knees in front of his, pushing both mine and Cassian’s knees apart. He gazed down at us. Me, splayed open for him and Cassian painfully hard. 

He lowered his mouth to me, the flat of his tongue gliding up my center. He whined at the taste of me, his fingers parting my folds. He gathered my wetness on two of his fingers and lifted them up. I expected him to press them to my lips, but instead, he reached behind me to slip them into Cassian’s mouth. Cassian groaned at the taste of me, his hands gripping my hips with impressive force and forcing my hips to grind against his cock. My eyes rolled back in my head as his cock slid through my folds but didn’t enter me. He wrapped both of his arms around me, pinning my arms to my sidesand pressing my back flush against his chest. He moved his already widely parted knees so that mine fell to either side, spreading me open even further for Azriel. Az leaned forward again, tongue running up the length of Cassian’s cock and then swirling around my clit. Cassian’s hips bucked, and gods, this was filthy. 

Azriel’s hand wrapped around Cassian, pumping him slowly as his mouth latched onto my clit, sucking with such fervor my legs began to shake. Cassian’s groans in my ears, matched with my own pants and Azriel’s desperate moans had me barrelling towards my climax faster than I ever had. 

“Good girl,” Azriel coaxed, voice vibrating my now too-sensitive core. 

“Gods, Az,” Cass panted, and I was immediately reminded that Azriel currently was fisting his best friend’s cock. Heat flooded my core at the thought. Azriel lowered his mouth to the tip of Cassian’s cock. He swirled his tongue around Cassian’s tip before taking him deep into his throat with a low groan. He sucks Cassian until Cass spills down his throat with a roar, and I am so desperate for one of them I could burst. 

“Wanna taste him, angel?” Azriel grinned up at me, placing a hand on the back of my neck to pull my mouth down to his. His tongue caressed mine and the salty taste of Cassian’s cum was still prominent in his mouth. And, gods, was that hot. 

“I want to feel you fill me, Az,” I whisper against his push lips. He groans in response, hands gripping my hips to lift me off of Cassian’s lap. I wrapped my legs around his torso as he carried us to the center of the room. 

He laid me on my back on the soft carpet and pressed his hips into mine. I moaned at the friction between our hips, and the feeling of his huge cock pressed against my cunt. I would give anything to feel him fill me to the brim. 

He reached down and guided the tip of his cock through my soaking folds and let out an obscene groan. “You’re so fucking wet, pretty girl. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.”

I groaned at his words, aching for his touch. He slid into me slowly stretching my walls in a way that felt like heaven. He filled me to the filt, pausing to pant into my neck as he allowed me to adjust to the size of him. I clawed at his back, desperate for movement. He obliged, pulling out of me slowly and then slamming back into me. He continued to pump in and out of me at a punishing pace as I came undone beneath him, the sweat on both of us mixing as we continued to fuck each other senseless. 

Two hands lifted my head as I looked up to see Cassian. He sat my head on his thigh as he pushed my hair out of my face. His hand wandered down to palm my breast, squeezing and kneading them as Azriel continued to fuck me. My body tensed, pleasure coursing through my core as I throbbed around Azriel’s cock. His moans grew more illicit, his pace sloppy. He spilled into me, his body tensing above me and arms catching him from collapsing on top of me. Cassian rolled my nipple between his fingers and I leaned back into his touch. 

I sat up, twisting myself to straddle Cassian’s thighs. He gripped my hips, grinning up at me. I thread my hands into his hair and pushed my lips against his, rolling my hips against the hardness of him. He growled, pushing me down onto him harder. I rubbed my clit against his cock a few more times before he lifted me, sliding me down onto him. I gasped at the girth of him and he began to suck on my neck and he fucked up into me. I groaned, rolling my hips and arching when he continually hit that perfect spot inside of me that had me purring like a cat and grinding into him harder. 

Azriels hand pet the back of my head, standing up to walk beside where I writhed in Cassian’s massive arms. He grabs under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. His raven hair hung in his eyes as he looked down his unbelievably lean and muscled torso at me. He was so hot it was insane. He gently placed his thumb on my bottom lip, nonverbally asking me to open my mouth for him. I did so, looking up at him with the most innocent eyes I could muster. 

His breath hitched as he placed the tip of his cock at my lips. I groaned, sliding his cock into my mouth and licking him sensually. He groaned, hand still on the back of my head. I turned my head so his cock was in between Cassian and I’s faces. Cassian locked eyes with me, parting his lips to kiss the side of Azriel’s cock. Az let out an earth shattering moan as Cassian and I kissed and suckled at him while still fucking each other.

Az’s other hand was on the back of Cassian’s head, holding the two of us to him as if we’d ever let go. Cassian kept hitting that perfect spot inside me, coaxing me into another orgasm as he throbbed and released his seed inside me. He continued to fuck me as his cum poured out of me around his cock. My moans sent vibrations through Azriel’s cock and he began to twitch, coming as he gripped the back of my head, the sounds of his moan’s so delicious it almost had me coming around Cassian again. 

We untangled from one another, sighing and letting out small chuckles. “Well that was unexpected,” I laughed. 

“Nah, we knew it would happen eventually,” Cassian winked and I rolled my eyes at him. He laughed again, climbing to his feet and offering a hand to both Azriel and I. We both took his hands and he led us into his room, which just so happened to be the main bedroom at the House of Wind. The shower was huge. Cassian reached in and turned the water on and Azriel grabbed three huge and fluffy towels from the linen closet. 

Cassian stepped into the shower, sighing at the warmth of the water. Azriel came up behind me, scooping underneath my knees and behind my back, lifting me into his warm chest. I sighed into him, burrowing my face in the nape of his neck. He nuzzled his head against me, walking us into the shower and into the stream of the warm water. Azriel faced Cassian with me in between them. Cassian brushed my hair back, pressing a kiss to my temple. Azriel set me down gently as the two of them doted over me. 

Azriel dumped shampoo into his hand and then gently rubbed it into my hair, working up a lather and scrubbing my scalp. I relaxed into his hands, allowing him to massage my head. My eyes drifted closed as Cassian scrubbed my body softly with a loofah. Their touch was wholesome and entirely non-sexual. Azriel conditioned my hair and allowed me to stand to the side as the two of them quickly showered themselves. We all rinsed off and Azriel stepped out first, grabbing the towels he had fetched for us all. 

He dried himself quickly, briefly scrubbing his hair with the towel and then slinging it low on his hips. I bit my lip at the sight. He walked over to me then, wrapping the towel around my shoulders and then doing the same for Cassian. 

We dry ourselves and walk back into Cassian’s room. I sit on the bed, my eyes drifting closed. I was so tired and so happy. I felt so cared for. Dragging over a small stool, Azriel sat at my feet. He pulled out a small jar of moisturizer that smelled like vanilla and something musky. So deliciously Azriel. He began to massage the lotion into my calves. Cassian sat down behind me, allowing me to lean back into him. He scooped some of the cream as well and began to rub it into my arms. The two of them kept working, moisturizing my body as I drifted slightly. This was the most loved I’d ever felt. I didn’t know how to process it. 

Cassian slowly and gently brushed my wet hair. And it suddenly made perfect sense to me that Cassian’s hair always looked so nice. He started at the bottom, working his way up with a wet brush much gentler than I’d ever been with my own hair. Azriel pulled the blankets of Cassian’s gigantic bed back, beckoning me to climb in. I obliged, my towel dropping to the floor as I did. 

Cassian and Azriel did the same, climbing into the bed on either side of me and both finding a way to comfortably hold me without suffocating me. 

We all murmured our goodnights and wishes of sweet dreams and I drifted off to the loving and gentle touches of two hulking Illyrians. 

Head to my page for part 2!!

[theclairvoyage]

Centrifugation: Chapter 3

Series Masterlist

After your night at the bar with Joel, you find yourself wanting more–and so does he.

Chapter Warnings: kissing, allusions to smut, f masturbation, criticisms of religion, mentions of cancer and death.

WC: 3.9k

Saturday, October 16th | 0745

You wake to sunlight peeking through the curtains in your room, casting an orange glow on your walls.  Turning on your side, you feel hard buttons dig into your hip and realize you’re still wearing your outfit from the night before.  Odd.  You don’t remember coming into your bedroom.  Grabbing your phone, you groan, realizing you forgot to text Keri that you had made it home.  You see that she had texted you a few times, probably worried.

Keri: You home?

Keri: Knowing you, you fell asleep on the couch.  Lightweight 😉

Keri: Let me know you’re safe when you wake up.  You know how I worry.

You smirk and text her back.

You: Sorry, Joel took me to get food and then we hung out here for a bit.  Nothing too crazy.  I’m good

 She responds almost immediately.

Keri: So… did y’all…

You: Nope… still wearing my clothes from the night before.  He’s not in my room.  Must’ve slept on the couch *shrugs*

Keri: Oh, so he LIKES you, likes you. 

Keri: He really seems like a good guy.  Tell me how it all went.

Keri:  I gotta get ready and head to Council Bluffs to see my mom.  We can meet up this weekend though if you want.

You: Sounds good.  I need to clean, but that’s it.  Dinner Sunday? I’ll cook!

 She likes your message, and you decide it’s time to roll out of bed.  As good as those jeans make you look, they’re not sleeping material.  You throw on some sweatpants and creep out of your room, hoping Joel is still here.

Sure enough, you see him curled up on his side on the couch, still in his jeans and flannel, snoring away.  He looks so comfortable and serene.  Grinning, you walk over and sit next to his hip.  He registers the dip in the couch and stirs, eyes opening and body rolling over to face you.  Must be a light sleeper.  Eyes washed in sleep, he gives you a soft smile, the lines by his eyes crinkling, and puts a hand on your back.

“Mornin’, sweetheart,” he rasps.  His voice is even sexier when he’s sleepy, something you thought was not possible.  You put a hand on his shoulder and rub softly.

“Morning.  Did you take me into my room last night?” you ask, tilting your head at him.  He nods.

“You passed out pretty quick, there.  Guess your show wasn’t that funny after all,” he teases.  You grit your teeth and pinch his shoulder lightly.  He throws his free hand up in mock surrender.  “Alright, alright!  Just wanted ya to get good rest,” he says, rubbing circles on your back.  Your shirt must’ve ridden up when you sat down because he touches bare skin.  You sink into his warm hand.

“Thank you.  You could’ve taken the bed, though… this couch isn’t the comfiest,” you say, pushing some stray curls out of his face.  He hums, loving your sweet touch.

“Southern gentleman, remember?  Plus, when you’re older, anything soft will get the job done,” he chuckles.  You smirk and roll your eyes.  He sits up with a grunt and turns so his back is at the armrest.  He pats his thighs, as if beckoning you to come closer.

“C’mere.” He pulls you in between his legs and wraps his strong arms around your stomach, your back at his chest.  He kisses your hairline as you lean into him.  You sigh, placing your arms on top of his.

“Could get used t’this,” he hums into your ear, goosebumps erupting on your neck.  He still smells like he did last night, the whiskey only a faint smell now.  You lean into his touch.

“Want some coffee?  It’s kinda early, but if I go back to sleep, I won’t get up until 12,” you say.  He kisses the space below your ear and hums in approval.  You try to get up, but his grip tightens on you.

“Not yet, darlin’, just let me hold ya for a bit longer,” he croons.  You turn your head up to kiss him.  It’s soft and sweet.  He’s quick to deepen the kiss, mouth opening slightly.  You reciprocate.  His rough hands slip under your shirt.  He caresses your stomach and moves higher, until his fingertips reach the ridge of where your breasts meet your ribs.  He strokes the curves there softly, still not quite crossing that boundary.  You gasp softly and feel him hardening behind you.  He pulls away and nudges his nose against yours, groaning.

“Baby… those sounds drive me crazy,” he hums, “Like I said… As much as I want you, I’m takin’ ya on a real date before anything happens.”  You whine softly in disagreement like a pouty toddler, making him laugh.

“Better get up before I change my mind, darlin,” he says, kissing your neck and under your ear.  You whine again and reluctantly leave his grasp to head to the kitchen.  He stands up, adjusting himself in his jeans.  Adrenaline rushes through your veins at the thought of him getting hard to touching you, kissing you.  You ignore the pull between your legs and focus on making a pot of coffee.

“What are you doing with your weekend, Joel?” you ask him as he saunters over to your kitchen table.  He rubs the back of his neck, grimacing.  “Guess the couch didn’t do the job, huh?” you tease.  He smirks, rolling his eyes at you playfully.

“Got a client out in West O.  Tommy and I will be there for most of the day.  Shouldn’t be too hard, though, mostly givin’ ‘em an estimate,” he says.  West Omaha is a wealthy area, and you imagine he’s got a lot of needly clients out there.  You pull two mugs out of the cabinet and fill them with coffee.

“My aura is telling me you drink it black,” you say, putting your fingertips to your temples and closing your eyes.  He laughs.  “How’d ya know?”  You walk over, handing him a mug.  He accepts it and thanks you.

“I’m not that low maintenance.  Just like some half and half in mine,” you say as you approach the fridge, opening it to grab a small container of half and half.  You give it a good shake, doing your best to foam it without a frother.

“Better ‘n those sugar bombs they call ‘frappes’,” he says, putting “frappe” in air quotes and scoffing.  You giggle as you pour half and half into your mug.

“You are an old man, aren’t you?” You ask, smirking at him mischievously.

“Guess so.  Sarah loves them nasty things.  Cost too much, too,” he says, taking a sip from his mug and savoring the taste with a groan.  “See?  Nothin’ better ‘n some cheap, fresh, black coffee.”

“Lemme guess, you’re not a fan of fruity drinks, either?” you ask.  He scoffs again.

“Not a big sweets guy, sweetheart,” he says, standing up and ambling over to you with a hint of desire in his eyes.  “That is, minus you.”  He wraps his arms around your back and leans in to kiss your neck.

“How do you know I’m sweet?” you tease, sighing softly and tilting your head to give him better access as his teeth graze at your pulse.

“Tastin’ you right now,” he purrs into your neck, moaning softly at the taste of your skin.  And boy, do you do taste sweet, remnants of your citrusy vanilla perfume tickling his tongue.  You set your mug down, afraid it’ll drop as he paralyzes you with his tantalizing neck and shoulder kisses.  The prickle of his facial hair scrapes your sensitive skin and makes you shiver.

“Joel,” you breathe, squeezing his upper back as he nips you.  He grips you tighter, hands roaming down to your ass.  He gives it a good squeeze as he pulls away from your neck.  He lets go, giving you a quick kiss on the lips.

“I should get goin’, darlin’.  Can I get your number?  I wanna see you again soon,” he says, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“You better… I charge top dollar for my barista skills,” you add sarcastically, making him snicker.

“Oh, I’ll pay ya, don’t you worry,” he winks at you.  You put your number in his phone and hand it back to him.  He leans in to give you another soft kiss before walking over to the door to put his boots on.  You follow and open the door for him.

“See you soon, baby,” he says, kissing your cheek as he leaves.  Baby.

After shutting the door behind him, you feel the need to cool off again.  You turn on the shower and peel off your clothes, noting how damp and sticky your panties are.  You run a finger through your slick and moan, half out of pleasure and half out of frustration.  This man has you needy and dripping for him, and he’s barely touched you.  The anticipation of your first time together makes your lungs feel tight.  You need relief, stat.  Good thing your shower head is removable.

Sunday, October 17th | 1020

A beautiful October day in Omaha was followed by a rainy, gloomy one.  You woke up later this morning, probably because the sunlight didn’t have the opportunity to bleed past your curtains like it did the morning prior.  The soft staccato of rain on the roof and the whoosh of water trickling through the maze of gutters on the apartment building soothe you as you lie awake in your bed, curled up on your side and basking in the warmth of your blankets.  Your mind decided to take this melancholy morning to reminisce about the last few days.

You had spent the rest of your Saturday cleaning up your apartment and grocery shopping, spending most of that time thinking about Joel.  You had to remind yourself that you had only known him for less than 2 days, but he already had an impact on you.  The way he looked at you and touched you was enough to make your thighs throb and your core heat up, but the way he treated you with such respect and spoke so kindly to you made your heart flutter.  You could tell he wanted you more than just physically – he was someone worth devoting your time and effort to.  You needed to know him better.

What you did know was that he was 20 years older than you and had a daughter, an ex-wife, and a successful contracting business.  A man that had lived and experienced vastly opposing highs and lows of life – the birth of his daughter and a sort of death in that of his marriage, the creation and building of a business and the travails that come with it.  You wondered if his parents were still alive.  He mentioned his father helped his brother and him in the early days of their business, but nothing more.

You thought of what he looked like 5, 10, even 15 years ago, imagining which stripe of gray appeared first on his head of curly hair, which salt sprinkles sprouted first on the edges of his jaw and chin.  If the crinkles at the corners of his eyes were softer, or if he was one of those people that smiled with their eyes and always had them.  If the lines on his forehead were not so deep, the divots in the skin between his brows less angry and permanent – knowing Joel’s sarcastic nature, you bet they were there even when he was young.  If the skin on his hands and arms were smooth, free of scars and freckles, his hands not so weathered from years of hard manual labor and work outdoors.  What it would feel like if his hands, sans callouses, rubbed your skin, touching the very depths of you and bringing you to ecstasy.

You imagine what your mother would think, her daughter seeing a man roughly her own age.  How she’d scoff and cast her vain, patronizing judgment on you.  Feelings of resentment and shame wash over you, reminding you why you don’t keep in touch with her.  She moved out to a small, small town in western Nebraska after you’d graduated from college, not long after your dad had died after a six-year battle with lung cancer.  He was the glue that kept you three together – funny, charismatic, open-minded.  He loved big cities and their constant noise, a reminder that they are very much alive – a major reason you decided to stay in Omaha.

He was a stark contrast from your mother – judgmental, uptight, obedient, misogynistic, devoutly Catholic, who counted the days until she could move out of Omaha and into a rural village. You had gone to Catholic grade school and high school, per her instruction, but never found that it resounded with you.  Such blind devotion and obedience seemed illogical, scary – even when you were 7, 8 years old.  Older and wiser, you now knew how dangerous religion could be and how it can be a vehicle of oppression for those different, wounded, less fortunate – all groups of people your mother had shown disdain for.  After high school, the only time you went to mass was during holidays, and after Dad passed, never.  You sometimes wonder if you were the only reason he had stayed with her, and if he was the only reason she stayed with you.

One thing you shared with your mother, though, was your desire and appreciation of independence.  Though she had many rough edges, she was a gifted teacher with a soft spot for her students, who taught you never to rely on anyone but yourself.  You suppose that’s why you can’t hate her, can’t be indifferent to her – you, in some ways, reflect her.  Ouch.

Tucking the pain and regret away, you decided you were going to see where this thing with Joel went.  Fuck what your mother thinks.  You’re reminded of your father’s words from years ago: Happiness is not a goal, but a way of living.  Maintaining that lifestyle is hard work.  You’re also reminded of how little time you give to others, how infrequently you let people in – except Joel, who you shared an open channel with mentally, emotionally.  You feel like you could tell him anything.

Your life was not mundane, but it had reached a plateau.  You were happy at the plasma center.  Sure, it was boring and tedious at times, but it was good and necessary work, and you met many great people through it.  You found one of your best friends in Keri, a mentor in Trina, lots of friends with which you experienced a shared struggle, and now Joel.  Your stomach tightened in anticipation at the thought of where your relationship with him would go.

Okay, enough thinking.  Get outta bed.

Sitting up, you grab your phone, realizing you hadn’t checked it yet.  You see a message from a number you don’t have, received earlier this morning.

(XXX) XXX-XXXX: Good morning, darlin.  Thought about you all day yesterday.  How did you sleep?  You grin, realizing who it is immediately.

You: Morning Joel.  I slept great.  A strange, sexy Texan guy is running through my mind, though.  You save his number after sending your cheeky reply, heading to the kitchen to make coffee.

Joel: Hm.  Sounds like you need a Texan to take a look for you.  Sexy, huh?

You: Very. Tall, dark, curly-haired.  Big hands.  Beautiful brown eyes.  Great kisser, too.

Joel: Interesting.  Nothing compared to the woman in my head, though.

You: Yeah?  What’s she like?  Maybe you need a woman to take a look.

Joel: Beautiful.  Soft skin, eyes that make you melt, perfect body.  Smells amazing.  Smart like a whip.  Best laugh I’ve ever heard.  Better kisser than your guy.  Doesn’t like whiskey, though.  You giggle and feel a heat creep up your neck and tingles prickling your core at his response.

You: Sounds like a catch to me. *shrugging emoji*

Joel: She is.  Hoping to see her soon.

Joel: When do you work this week?

You: I’m working this coming Saturday, so I have Monday off.  Took some much-needed PTO on Tuesday.  I have like a gazillion hours I need to use.

Joel: Lucky me.  No clients Monday or Tuesday – boss’s orders.  Want to go to dinner?

You: Absolutely. 😊

Joel: Can’t wait, darlin.  Pick you up at 6?

You: See you then.

While your coffee brews, you do a little happy jig in your kitchen.  Shit, what am I gonna wear?  Need to ask Keri for help.  You pull your phone back out, remembering you had planned on having dinner with her this evening.

You: Dinner at my place at 5?

Keri: Yes plz!!

You: Cool.  Need you to help me find something to wear for my ~*date*~ with Joel :D

Keri: OMG!! Okay okay I got you! Need a code name for him.  Sexy Texy?  You snort.

You: God no.  At least not spelled out.  ST works fine, though 😉   Keri laughs at your message.

Sunday, October 17th | 1545

After finishing your coffee, you cleaned up the last few parts of your apartment that you didn’t get to, showered, hit the grocery store, and started prepping for dinner.  You decided on enchiladas – easy enough to make and minimal cleanup.  Organizing your ingredients, you hear a knock at the door.  “Door’s open!” you yell.  The door swings open and Keri steps in with a case of Busch light and a 6 pack of Dos Equis, presumably for you.

“The rain is still going out there.  Gonna be muddy footprints all over the center tomorrow,” Keri gripes, setting the beers on the kitchen island counter.  Plasma centers are notorious for never being closed except for the big holidays, though luckily, your center is closed each Sunday.

“Sucks to have to work tomorrow!” you brag, sticking your tongue out the side of your mouth.  Keri laughs and rolls her eyes.  “Sucks to have to work Saturday, though!  Wonder why Trina scheduled you on Saturday,” Keri supposits.

“I took PTO Tuesday, or else I’ll lose a bunch.  And the part-time trainee has her first full day Saturday.  She’s done with all her onboarding, so it’ll be her first time on the Donor Floor,” you say, pulling a drawer open to find a bottle opener for your Dos Equis.  You crank it open and take a long pull from the bottle.  Keri nods.  “Hopefully she’s not one of the newbies that no showed-on Friday,” she says, raising an eyebrow as she opens a can of Busch.

“I think she is, honestly.  Though, she really wouldn’t have been able to do much since it was so busy,” you remind her.  You really enjoyed training, but it was difficult to show them everything possible when you were pulled in a thousand different directions.  They couldn’t do sticks or disconnects on their own without another trainer signing them off.  Saturdays during football season were slow, though, so that’ll work in your favor.

“So… you have a DATE?!” Keri exclaims.  You nod, trying to cover up your gigantic smile.  “Also, what happened after y’all left the bar?”  she asks, squinting her eyes while pointing at you and grinning.

“Nothing, I swear.  I mean, we obviously kissed at the bar, but he took me to get food and then back here.  Forced him to watch The Golden Girls.  I fell asleep and he tucked me in my bed,” you say, the reminiscing of the events making you smile.

“Y’all were all over each other on that dance floor, it was getting hot just watching!” She says, both of you erupting in laughter.

“He’s just… yeah.  He’s something else.  He’s got a daughter and is divorced.  Originally from Texas,” you say.

“Obviously,” she says, probably alluding to his thick accent.  “A daughter, though?  Wow.  What happened with the ex-wife?”

“Married and had their daughter too young, just wanted different things in life.  He says he hasn’t really had a serious relationship since,” you tell her.

“Bet he’s really good in the sack,” she says, raising her eyebrows as she takes another sip of beer.

“I have a feeling he is.  Just the way he kisses is…” you trail off, enraptured by memories of his handiwork from Friday night.

“Remember, I saw you guys macking at the bar… I think I have an idea,” she says.  “So, where is he taking you tomorrow?”

“You know, I don’t have a clue.  Guess I need to know in order to pick an outfit,” you say as you grab your phone, composing a message to Joel.

You: Hey, what’s the dress code for tomorrow?  Need to look my best.  Joel responds quickly.

Joel: I have a feeling that won’t be hard for you, no matter the dress code.  It’s not too fancy, but not casual.

You: A dress then.  Got it.

Joel: Can’t wait to see you in one of those.

Joel: And out of one.

Joel: Sorry, couldn’t help it.

Your eyes widen at his response.  Taking it slow was clearly not easy for him, either.

You: I’m gonna make this tough for you, don’t worry. 😉

Joel: I have no doubt.  Worth it.

You put your phone down and return your attention to Keri.  “He says not too fancy, but not casual.  A dress of some sort,” you say, leading her to your closet.  You two rummage through your dresses and decide on an emerald high neck, sleeveless bodycon dress that cinches your waist.  The back is open, with scalloped edges.  You decide on a cropped black fuzzy sweater to wear over the dress that you can take off inside the restaurant.  It’s warm enough still, but Nebraska weather always throws curveballs.  Satisfied with your choice, you eat dinner and continue to chat with Keri.

After dinner, Keri left to get ready for an early workday on Monday and you found yourself lying on the couch scrolling through Hulu.  You remembered that you didn’t respond to Joel earlier and grabbed your phone.

You: Sorry, Ker came over and we had dinner, forgot to respond.  She helped me pick an outfit

Joel: No worries, sweetheart.  Sarah came up for dinner too.  I’m still learnin this texting thing.  I’d ask what you’re wearing, but the surprise will be better.

You: Lol.  Wouldn’t tell ya anyway, you’re just gonna have to imagine.

Joel: No issues there.

You smile, mind drifting off when he sat on this very couch.  His rough hands stroking your skin, feeling every inch of you, and memorizing your body.  His soft lips caressing your mouth, neck, and ears, and his teeth leaving their mark on the same spots.  His growls and sighs.  His verbal appreciation of your body and the sounds he pulls from you.  Wetness gathers in your panties.  Your pussy clenches around nothing, sending shockwaves up your back.  Needing to feel a release, you head into your bedroom and grab your vibrator from your nightstand drawer, imagining it’s Joel’s fingers and cock stretching you out as you bring yourself to the peak.  His name is a faint cry on your lips as your inner muscles seize and relax in pleasure, your orgasm draining the last of your energy from you.  Drifting off to sleep, you can only imagine what the real thing will be like.

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Baby Moon- The Departure

Summary:

The day has come for the baby moon that Joel had promised you. However Joel not so keen on flying, needs a little reassurance that everything will be okay.

Warning: CONTAINS SMUT 18+ AND PREGNANCY

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Today was the day. Butterflies began to fill your stomach as soon as your eyes flickered opened. Today you and your husband Joel were going on that baby moon that he promised you. A four-day getaway to the Bahamas. Four days of zero kids, room service, and just you and Joel. You were now entering your fifth month of pregnancy and boy you were just glowing. Joel couldn’t keep his hands off of you. However, dealing with your hyperactive five-year-old and a teen who was busy with sports, left you and Joel exhausted and barely any time to yourselves. Just the thought of finally being alone with your husband made your inner thighs ache. You couldn’t wait for Joel to be between them again.

Looking over, you spotted the man of so many wet dreams still sleeping soundly on his side facing away from you. Scooting closer to him, you wrapped your arm around his bare stomach and took his hand into yours. It took a second for him to stir, but as you peppered kisses up and neck and shoulder, his breathing began to change, and he gingerly squeezed your hand back. “The sun’s barely even out darlin. Why the hell are you up so early?” he mumbled, not bothering to even open his eyes.

You giggled and buried your head into his neck, “Babe, I’m too excited to sleep. What time do we leave again?”

Joel lifted his head up and peaked at the clock, “Darlin, we don’t leave till like 8 tonight. Please try to go back to bed. Lord knows when Benny will be up.” Your five-year-old tended to be up at the early hours of the morning. He was an early riser like you and would barge into your bedroom as soon as his eyes opened.

“Babe, he isn’t going to be up for a while. You wore him out chasing him around the backyard last night. Can we just start this baby moon a little earlier,” you pouted your bottom lip out at him.

“You are such a brat,” Joel groaned finally turning around to face you. He then placed his hands on your growing belly and placed a quick kiss on it, “Please be like your ol’ man baby girl and be a sound sleeper like me. I would appreciate at least one of my kids not sendin me to an early grave.”

“Oh, don’t be such a baby,” you playfully smacked his shoulder. “Can I get my morning kiss now?” you battered your eyelashes at him.

Joel just rolled his eyes and leaned down gently pressing his lips down on yours. You moaned and began running your hands up his bare chest to the dark graying curls of his head. You loved the way they were silky smooth and ran through your fingers. You felt Joel start to pull away and it took all that you had to not pull him back. Your pregnancy hormones were going crazy.

“Where the hell are you going Miller?” you groaned as he began to sit up.

“I gotta take a leak darlin,” he laughed as he got out of bed. You couldn’t help but stare at his ass and thought about how good it looked in those black tight briefs of his.

By the time he got back, it seemed that your baby girl was awake too. She was kicking away at your insides causing you to groan in pain every once in a while. “I think we got another soccer player on our hands,” you laughed at the tiny but powerful thumps under your hands.

“Or maybe we can even put her in karate like we are gonna do with Ben. Maybe then she could kick those gross boys’ asses when I’m not around,” Joel joked but not really, as he got back into bed and took you into his arms. “Are you ready for a kid free vacation?”

“Yes very. Don’t get me wrong, I love the kiddos, but I can’t wait for some mommy and daddy time.”

“I can’t wait for that either darlin. I’ve missed you so much. As much as I love the late-night shower sex, I miss makin love to my wife in an actual bed,” he said as he moved the strap of your tank top and began to nibble at your collarbone.

You groaned leaning your head to the side so he could kiss your neck. “I also can’t wait to lounge around in the sun and work on my tan. Hopefully it can help with my stretch marks,” you said self-consciously. Even with Benny your stretch marks weren’t this bad this early.

Joel stopped his nibbling and took your face gently into his hands, “Hey they are beautiful darlin. It’s just a reminder that our little girl is growin in there. However, I wouldn’t mind latherin you up in sunscreen if you’d like. Gives me a chance to touch my wife all over out in public.”

“Such a dirty old man,” you laughed at him and kiss his lips. “I still can’t believe you even booked us first class tickets. I’ve never thought that I would fly first class.”

“And I’ve never thought I’d fly before,” Joel mumbled under his breath and laid back down.

You looked at him in complete shock. You thought you knew everything about him. “You’re kidding me, right? You have never flown? I thought you said you’ve been to Vegas before.”

Joel’s face grew red with embarrassment, and he pulled the covers over his face to hide it, “I did, and I drove there. I’ve just never been fond of the idea of someone else take my life into their hands in a big hunk of metal. Besides, I’ve heard too many horror stories about airports,” he told her honestly.

You pulled the covers back to take a look at him and you could see him nervously chewing on his bottom lip. “Well, I promise you that you have nothing to worry about babe. I have flown plenty of times and it’s always been smooth sailing. Besides you can’t necessarily drive to the Bahamas,” you reassured him.

However, before he could retort, the bedroom door flew open and a half asleep pissed off Sarah stood there with a giggling Benny in her arms. “I bring you your spawn,” she mumbled walking over to Joel and dumping Benny into his arms before walking off and closing the door behind her.

“Not gonna lie, she is starting to scare me,” you spoke up once she was gone. You could hear her bedroom door slam in the distance.

“It’s only gonna get worse darlin. Not to mention that we still have another 18 years ahead of us when baby girl gets here,” Joel chuckled as Benny squirmed in his arms. “Why were you in your sisters room bubba?”

“I was trying to find treats,” Benny told him honestly.

You took your son into your arms and began to tickle him, “I thought I told you that those are for her soccer team kiddo. If you are hungry, you should have come to get mommy. But sit up for a second buddy. Daddy and I need to talk to you about something. Do you remember mommy telling you that you are going to go stay with grandma and grandpa?”

“Yep, you said that they would even buy me a toy!” he smiled up at you with his big brown eyes.

“No buddy, I said that they might buy you a toy if you are good,” you corrected him. “But you are going to go stay with grandma and grandpa tonight. Mommy and daddy are leaving for a couple of days.”

You watched as his happy face slowly turned into a frown as he realized you were going to leave him. His brown eyes instantly began to fill with tears. “But…but I don’t want you to go,” he cried and threw himself back into Joel’s arms. “Don’t go daddy!”

Your eyes began to fill up with his own tears as you watched Joel comforting your son, running his hand up and down his back. “It’s gonna be alright bubba. Me and mommy will be back before you know it and we will even bring you somethin back. Besides Sarah will be with you and you get to go to her soccer game,” Joel told him. “You like goin to those.”

“We aren’t leaving for a while anyways baby, so how about I go make some French toast and you and daddy can play with your cars till we leave. How does that sound?” you said trying to prevent a melt down from happening.

“Can…can we have bacon too?” Benny hiccupped and wiped the tears from his eyes.

Both you and Joel let out a laugh. “Yes, baby I’ll make some bacon too. How about you and daddy lay here for a bit, and I’ll come get you when it’s all ready okay,” you then placed a kiss on his curly head and a kiss on Joel’s lips before getting up and heading to the bathroom to get ready.

Once in the kitchen, it didn’t take long for you to get breakfast started and by that point, Sarah was finally fully awake and came skipping into the kitchen happily. Those teenage hormones were almost just as bad as your pregnancy ones. “Hey mom, breakfast smells great,” she greeted you as she grabbed the orange juice out of the fridge.

You were still in heaven when Sarah called you mom. She started calling you that about two years into your relationship with Joel when he proposed to you. You practically broke into tears the first time she called you that when you were tucking her into bed one night. “Morning baby. Sorry about your brother earlier. He was apparently trying to get into your soccer snacks.”

“It’s okay. He is lucky that he is adorable,” she laughed. She loved her little brother so much. Being a big sister was something that Sarah had always dreamed of. “So, are you and dad all packed and ready to go?”

“Yeah, just finished packing last night. Listen though, we talked to Benny about us leaving today and he had a little bit of a breakdown. I know you are probably going to hang out with your friends this weekend, but if you see him being sad, can you just give him a hug and let him know that we will be home soon.”

Sarah could see your eyes fill with tears and came around the counter to give you one of her big hugs, “Hey’s its okay mom, of course I will. I told my friends that I’m busy this weekend anyways. I really wanted to hang out with Benny and the grandparents anyways.”

God this girl never ceases to amaze you. She was perfect and you hoped that your baby girl looked up to her as a role model. “Thank you, baby. Now go get your brother and dad. Hopefully they didn’t fall back asleep.”

“Miller men. Thank god we are about to outnumber them,” you heard her snark under her breath. You just chuckled to yourself and continued to plate breakfast. You had just put the bacon on the table when you heard Sarah call out to you. “Mom come here quick!”

Fearing the worst, you dropped everything that you were doing and took off towards the bedroom. “What, what is it?” you asked out of breath looking around the room and not seeing Joel or Benny.

Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. However, your fears were soon eased when you heard Benny’s little giggles coming from the bathroom.

“Look mommy!”

You made your way over to the bathroom and the sight before you almost made you burst into tears again. Joel, still shirtless was leaning over the sink trimming his mustache and beard, while Benny was next to him on the counter, shirtless as well with shaving cream all over his face.

“Look mommy I’m shaving like daddy!”

“Oh, you look so handsome baby, my little man. Stay still for me,” you told him as you went over to the nightstand to grab your phone. “Say cheese for me baby. Joel, turn around and look at me.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so darlin. Just take a picture of bubba,” Joel huffed trying to get out of the way.

“Joel Miller, stand next to your son now!” you snapped at him in your mom voice. Both Benny and Sarah let out muffled giggles as they watched their father get into trouble. Joel just gave you a small frown and stood next to Benny, obviously not happy. “Now smile or else.”

“Or else what darlin?” Joel tempted you, seeming to enjoy the authoritative side of you.

You placed you hands on your hips and tilted your head with a ‘really look.’ “Joel we are about to go on vacation alone with no kids. Do you really want to tempt me?”

That seemed to put Joel in check fast. His smug smile fell, and he quickly put his arm around Benny and gave you the fakest smile ever. You would take it and quickly took the picture before any more back talk happened, “See that wasn’t so hard was it. Now hurry up and get cleaned up. Breakfast is getting cold.”

Several hours later, after breakfast and a family day of going to the park and having a picnic with the kids, you and Joel were sitting at the airport waiting for your plane to board. You were both emotionally exhausted. You had booked your flight near Benny’s bedtime hoping you would avoid any meltdowns. However, Benny decided to throw the biggest tantrum ever. As soon as he saw you, especially Joel, heading for the door, he began screaming and kicking, trying to throw himself out of your dad’s arms. Your mom tried to convince you to rip the band aid off and just leave, but Joel couldn't leave his son in that state. He took Benny into his arms and walked him around the front yard for a bit till Benny calmed down. He then handed him back to your father and the tantrum started up again. That time you and Joel decided just leave otherwise you would be late for your flight. So, you said your goodbyes and took off to the airport, both of you trying to keep it together.

“I just feel so guilty,” you said leaning onto Joel’s shoulder. “I could still hear him crying from the truck.”

“I know darlin, I didn’t want to leave him either,” Joel sighed. “But we needed to leave him. We needed this trip.”

You knew Joel was right. This was the first time that you had left Benny for a long period of time and he had to learn to be separated from you. Especially when the baby comes, and you would most likely be having to spend a day or two at the hospital. You didn’t want another repeat of tonight.

Gathering up your things as they began to call boarding for your flight, you took Joel’s hand into yours and felt how sweaty it was, “You okay baby?”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just want to leave already,” you could hear the nervousness in his voice.

You couldn’t help but crack a smirk and wrap your arm around his waist, “It’s going to be okay. We will probably sleep through most of the flight anyways.”

“I ain’t sleepin a wink darlin. Don’t trust these damn things one bit. The sooner we get out of here, the better,” he mumbled. Normally it was cute when he acted like a grumpy old man, but after everything with Benny, you were exhausted and weren’t going to put up with much, much longer.”

A few minutes later you were boarding the flight and you were very excited. It still amazed you that you were boarding in first class. You would have been okay with sitting in coach cuddled up next to Joel for the next several hours. Finding your seats, Joel helped you put your carry ons up above before he sat next to you still looking stressed.

As the rest of the passengers began to fill the plane, a young flight attendant approached with some glasses of champagne, “Would you folks like a drink?” It looked so good. You missed alcohol.

“Really champagne, can you see that she is pregnant,” Joel snapped at the poor woman. “What kind of airline is this?”

“Joel calm the fuck down, it’s alright,” you looked at the flight attendant take a step back. If Joel got you thrown off the flight, he was dead. “I’m so sorry ma’am. This is my husbands first time flying and he is a little on edge. Can we just get some bottles of water. I thank you very much.” Once she left to get the water, you smacked Joel in the arm as hard as you could, “Alright you need to calm down now Miller. This is starting to get old. Take a look where we are. We are already on the plane, seated, and buckled up. We are going to the Bahamas whether you like it or not. Now sit back and shut the fuck up.”

Joel knew he pissed you off because he immediately sat back and shut his eyes, like he was afraid to look at you. When the flight attendant came back, that’s when Joel opened his eyes and turned to look at her, “I’m sorry about my outburst ma’am. I do apologize. My wife is right, I’m just a little nervous that’s all. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“It’s okay sir, it happens more often than you think. At least you apologized. Here, I brought you your water and a little gift too. Normally we give these to kids who fly for the first time but figured you could use the laugh. Have a great flight folks,” she then handed Joel the water and a set of airplane wings that you could pin on your shirt.

“Aww how cute. Look at you being a big boy,” you teased him as you pinned the wings to him.

Joel then took your hands and placed them to his lips, giving them small kisses, “I’m sorry too darlin. I’m startin to act like Benny now. Once we are in the air, I’m sure that I’ll be fine. Sorry if I’m ruining the mood.”

“You’re not ruining the mood babe. I’m just tired. Let’s just try to enjoy this, okay?” You leaned up to give him a kiss.

By the time the plane started to move, you could feel Joel’s heart start to race underneath your hand that was placed on his chest. You secretly hoped that nothing would happen, otherwise you wouldn’t live it down. You began whispering sweet nothings into Joel’s ear to try to ease his mind and just kept holding his sweaty hand. Beads of sweat also started to form above his brow as the plane began to shake as it took off.

You kept comforting him until you felt the plane start to level off. “See babe that wasn’t so bad. Look,” you pointed out the window to show him the lights of Austin fading off in the distance. “See we’re good. We have nothing to worry about now. I love you Joel.”

“I love you too darlin and thank you.”

You figured that you were only asleep for about two hours when you felt the plane jerk slightly. You knew that it was a little bit of turbulence and you tried to go back to sleep. However, all of a sudden you felt Joel’s hand clamp down on yours. When you looked over at him, he was wide awake with his leg shaking up and down. “Hey, it’s okay, just a little bit of bad weather,” you told him rubbing his hand gently. “Did you sleep at all?”

“No, damn plane moved every time I closed my eyes.”

You felt so bad that Joel was nearly having a panic attack. You wished there was a way that you could take his mind off it and then it hit you. It was going to be risky, but you definitely knew that he would forget about all the turbulence. Looking over to see mostly everyone asleep in their own partition seats and the crew was busy with other things. You made sure that the partition that isolated your own seats was closed shut and you pulled the blanket at Joel’s feet up to his chest.

“Listen Papi, I want you to close your eyes and focus on breathing for me okay,” you whispered into his ear as you seductively ran your hand up and down his chest, moving lower each time.

“Wh-what are you doing?” he asked confused and looked around to see if anyone was looking. You only called him Papi in the bedroom during your intimate moments and he immediately felt his blood start to run south.

“Don’t worry my husband. Just close your eyes and relax. Let me take your mind off of things,” you whispered before biting his neck tenderly.

Joel did exactly what he was told and closed his eyes, groaning as he shifted himself lower in his seat. Once you saw that he was comfortable, you moved your hand lower underneath the blanket to his belt buckle, trying to be as quiet as possible to not draw attention to yourself. You decided to tease Joel by running your hand up and down the seam of his jeans, filling his hardening bulge growing underneath your hand as your husband did his best to try to keep still.

“How does that feel Papi? Did you ever think you would be getting lucky on a plane?” you whispered into his ear before nibbling on his ear lobe.

“F-feels so good. N-need you to touch me,” he moaned through his teeth and bucked his hips into your hand for some sort of relief.

You loved how easily you could make him putty in your hands. It was like a rush to you. Slowly bringing your hand back up; you popped his button open and slowly pulled his zipper down with the vibrations of this zipper causing Joel to moan and buck up again. You could feel the hardness and heat of his cock brushing against your hand. A wet spot was already beginning to form at the top of briefs from his leaking tip. All you wanted to do was lean down and put him into your mouth and clean it up. Instead, you twirled your finger slowly around his swollen red tip, gathering up the salty sticky slick up before you brought it up to your pouty lips and sucked it up. “You taste so good.”

“It’s yours darlin, always yours. Just fucking touch me please,” Joel begged under his breath.

You wanted to tease him a little bit more, but you knew that you were on borrowed time. With his help, you pushed his jeans and briefs down low enough for his rock-hard cock to spring out and thump against his stomach. It was so red and engorged that you could see the thick vein that ran from his base to his head pulsating. The sight made both your pussy and mouth water. You shakily took him into your hand. He was so big that it made your already tiny hand feel smaller. You swiped for thumb against his tip and Joel hissed throwing his head back slightly. Thank god the doors were blocking your affairs.

Using the slick that you gathered up, you began to firmly pump him up and down slowly. Joel groaned deeply to himself and opened his eyes to look at the blanket that had fallen down. He could see what you were doing to him. His cock had dripped more pre-cum that began to coat your hand, making him more slick. The feeling was fantastic. “F-fuck darling, f-feels so good,” he whispered hoarsely, “Please go faster.”

You obliged giving him a firm squeeze before moving your hand as fast as your position would allow. You could start to feel his cock tense in your hand as he bucked his hips in time with your hand. His breathing started to increase, and he could feel his balls start to tighten. You leaned up to nip at the vein that was protruding from his neck and that was enough to do him in. The thrusting of his hips turned sloppy and then stilled as his cock throbbed hard and hot white ropes of cum poured out coating your hand and the blanket that shielded you.

Joel leaned back against his seat completely exhausted and released the white-knuckle grip that he had on his seat. You pulled your hand from the blanket and licked up all that Joel had to offer you. You loved the way he tasted.

“You’re gonna kill me one day woman,” he managed to get out once he calmed down enough.

You just chuckled as you gently tucked him back into his pants, “Hey at least you would die a legend. Man dies on airplane after mind blowing hand job.”

“You’re lucky I love you darlin,” he muttered under his breath as he snatched the napkin that you handed him to clean himself up.

It was just in time too, because the flight attendant from earlier came around to do her checks on the cabin. “Are you folks doing, okay? That was some good turbulence there for a moment,” she asked.

“You know what, I think we hardly felt it. Isn’t that right honey,” you looked up at Joel blushing.

“Yep, hardly felt a thing. In fact, I think I may have gotten over my fear of flying,” he smiled back at you.

The flight attendant then bid you both a good night and let you be. Reclining both your seats back, you snuggled up close to Joel as much as you could, covering you both with the only clean blanket you had left. “I love you baby,” you told him as you placed a kiss on his chest.

“I love you too darlin. Get some rest. We have four days of a baby moon ahead of us. Maybe even on the way back, we can even join the mile high club that everyone talks about,” he whispered to you as he wrapped his arm around you and placed his other hand on your belly.

“See, I told you flying wasn’t that bad. Good night, Joel.”

“Good night darlin.”