#I’m just stroking his head and telling him how glad i am that he’s ok 🥺

[mrs-kelly]

Once again I dreamt of Charlie but not that we were together, that we were friends and I wanted him to see how much I love him, but he’s so oblivious ahdjfl

[milla-frenchy]

The agreement (Blackmail part 2)

4k3 | Javier Peña x fem reader x Joel Miller (post OB) Chapt summary: you can't get Javi out of your head. You and Joel go back for more Warnings: 18+ mdni. sharing, oral (f/m receiving), unprotected piv, spitting, cum eating, anal play, threesome, double vag penetration, double creampie, degradation. a/n: @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog thank you so much for beta-ing me again 💕💕💕🫶🫶 And helping me with the title 😭 Playlist | ao3 | series masterlist | masterlist

Part 1

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

You opened your eyes and looked at Joel, whose cock was buried deep in your pussy. He stopped and looked at you thoughtfully. He gently stroked your hair.

“Are you with me, darlin’?”

“Yeah, sure. I'm here, baby.” You put your hands on his hips and pushed your pelvis towards him, so he could continue fucking you.

Joel began to fuck you slowly again, scrutinizing you with his eyes. He slipped his hand down to your pussy and rubbed your clit under his thumb, gently, the way he knew how to do so well.

“Come for me,” he murmured.

In a few seconds you were cuming, followed by Joel pulling out just before jerking off, and shooting his cum all over your lower stomach. He grabbed a towel from the nightstand and wiped you off.

He lay down next to you, his elbow bent and his hand holding his head up, facing you.

"Tell me what’s happening."

“I’m fine, Joel. Just tired."

You had returned from Bill and Frank’s the day before, after your supply trip.

“You’re thinking about him, aren’t ya?”

You lowered your gaze feeling the guilt. 

“I’m…I’m sorry.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and Joel wiped them away with his thumbs when they started to fall.

“Sweetheart… It’s ok. We went to his apartment after a  mutual agreement. I know that what happened was unexpected. For both of us. But… I liked it too.” He was trying to meet your gaze.

“I shouldn’t have reacted like that. I should have… stayed detached.”

“Baby… it’s not like we can block our emotions. This is the principle of emotions. And isn't it better this way? Rather than fuckin’ a guy who would have disgusted you. I'd rather have seen you enjoying it."

You hugged him and said “I love you, Joel.”

“I love you, baby.”

You hadn’t talked about that night before this moment. Joel showed no resentment. But you were disturbed and had trouble getting the images of the evening out of your head. When you were making love to Joel, Javi's face would sometimes appear in your thoughts.

And you felt guilty.

You went out to do the planned tasks. You sorted the clothes collected by the patrols, and Joel cleaned the sewers. His task was arduous but it paid the best in ration cards.

You were walking towards your apartment late in the afternoon when you ran into Javi who was obviously going to take his night shift. You hadn’t seen him since that night.

“Hi, hermosa. Miller.”

“Peña”, Joel replied.

“Hello”, you whispered.

“Glad to see you returned safely from your outing.”

Joel grumbled “thanks.”

You tried to regain your composure and said “have a nice day” to Javi. He was looking at you, smiling. You blushed and said “let’s go, Joel.”

You continued on your way, Joel placing his hand against the small of your back and Javi watching you leave.

Joel and Javi crossed paths the next day.

“Did your outing go well?” Javi asked.

“We’re not friends, Peña.”

"Of course. We're doing business, that's all. You still seem a little tense. More than usual, I mean. Well, you're not exactly the most relaxed man I know,” Javi said with his usual insolence.

"Fuck off." Joel left without looking back.

The next week, you were finishing your work when you heard “Hi, Hermosa” behind you.

You froze before turning around and saying “Hi, Javi.”

“How are you, Hermosa?”

“Javi… you can’t call me that. It was business, that’s all.”

“Really?” he smiled kindly.

You looked at him annoyed but his soft teasing smile disconcerted you.

“I am available if you need to do business together again.”

And he left. You were stuck in place, feeling your panties getting soaked and said “Fuck!”

When you got back to the apartment, you lay down on the couch and quickly slipped your hands into your panties. You slipped your middle finger into your pussy to recover some wetness before sliding it over your clit and rolling it under your fingers. You put your other middle finger in your pussy and came quickly, feeling the spasms contracting it.

You said “Fuck…fuck!” again.

Joel returned shortly after. He hugged you and asked how you were.

“I saw Javi today. When I was leaving work. We just said hello.”

“You don’t need to justify yourself, sweetheart. It’s ok.”

You had been hugging for a few moments, then he said “you want to see him again, don’t you? Like the other night”

You pulled away and looked at him with wide eyes.

“Joel I… No… No. I don’t want to see him again.”

Joel took your hands and said “I understand why you do baby. Really. The way he behaved towards you… I understand.”

You looked at him questioningly. You couldn’t believe he was saying that to you. Joel had always been a gentle lover, attentive to your desires, but possessive. And there he was, proposing you to see Javi again, with the possible risks that this could entail for your relationship.

He hugged you again holding you close, and said “I love you, sweetheart. I'm not worried about our relationship. We are the survivors of a damn apocalypse, in a QZ where our life is reduced to picking up shit. What if we allow ourselves more? And if we can do it through him, then I'm ok with it."

“I don’t understand why you don’t wait for this desire to pass, baby...”

“Because I don’t want the temptation to consume you and be more difficult to manage. I prefer to anticipate it.”

You hugged him tighter and said “I love you, Joel. But are you sure?”

“100% baby. I loved it too, you know.”

The next day, Joel went to meet Javi.

“Miller?”

“I’ll be quick. She liked the evening at your place. She liked you, and she’s everything to me. I told her that if she wanted we could do it again. No need to ask if you agree with this idea, I think?”

"Course not. Are you ok with that?”

“I told you, she’s everything to me. So yeah. But no chair for me this time.”

Javi smiled and said “You impress me Miller. I don’t know if I'd be able to do it.”

“You would be.”

Javi smiled. "Tomorrow evening?"

Joel nodded and they went their separate ways.

The next evening, you arrived at Javi’s place. His apartment was as clean as the last time.

“Good evening, Hermosa. Joel.”

You noticed that it was the first time he called him by his first name.

“Good evening, Javi,” you replied.

“Javier,” Joel greeted him back.

“Come in for a drink.”

He suggested that you sit on the couch while you had a drink. You downed your drinks, enjoying them more than last time, even if you and Joel were slightly uncomfortable.

“Pe… huh… Javier. The conditions are the same as last time, okay?” He turned to you and added “you’re in charge.”

You nodded and Javi added “of course.”

Joel and Javi looked at each other and nodded. They stood up and took off their tops: brown shirt for Javi, denim shirt for Joel. They kept their jeans on.

You wondered where Javi had found such a dated shirt. Oddly enough, it suited him very well.

You looked at them, standing in front of you.

Two men with dark hair, Javi's darker.

Of equivalent size.

Javi was slightly more slender than Joel. His body was more agile, while Joel's was all strength.

Joel, a little older than Javi, stood more hunched.

His face was serious, marked by hardship, while Javi's was mischievous with a sparkle in his eyes.

Both were stunning, breathtakingly beautiful.

And both were just waiting for you.

Javi offered you his hand, and you took it getting up from the couch. You barely dared to look him in the eye. 

Javi leaned down to kiss your cheek, and said “there’s no reason to be embarrassed, Hermosa. The three of us are here because we want to, because the other evening went well. We want to have fun again. Joel and I, as well as you. Ok?

You looked at him, then Joel, who told you “he’s right sweetheart.”

You nodded and smiled, and said “ok.”

You held out your hand for Joel to come closer, and you kissed Javi on the lips.

Joel kept your hand in his as he moved closer to you. He came up against your back and kissed your neck. You moaned. Having these two men against you gave you butterflies in your stomach. You turned to Joel to kiss him while Javi was now against your back with his hands on your hips. He ran his hands up along your breasts and then down to your hips, breathing in your hair and neck.

Joel took off your shirt and Javi unhooked your bra before taking it off. Joel took the opportunity to take your breasts in his hands and caressed them gently. Javi placed kisses on your cheek, then up to your earlobe, his nose brushing against your skin. He moved down to your neck, his hands still on your hips, before sliding them down to your stomach and unzipping your jeans. He slid them down to your feet, kissing your body as he knelt down. You lifted your feet to remove each leg of your pants, as you kissed Joel. Javi stood up and ran his hand over your soaked panties, saying “mmm Hermosa” softly in your ear.

Joel took you by the hand and said “follow me, sweetheart” and led you to the dining room table where he leaned you against it, butt against the edge while Javi took off his jeans.

Joel pulled you closer to him, pressing his crotch against you. He was hard. He kissed you, hands on your hips, before leaning down to your breasts and taking one in his mouth while he caressed the other. He sucked on your nipple and swirled his tongue over it, before moving on to the other.

You looked at Javi then at Joel, waiting for his approval. He looked up at you and nodded. 

You said “Come here, Javi”. Javi approached, his cock erect and hard. You kissed him and took his cock in your hand, running your thumb over the tip and spreading the precum. He growled into your mouth. Joel stepped aside and removed his jeans and boxers, while Javi faced you. He placed his lips on yours and slipped his tongue into your mouth, mingling it with yours as you jerked him off.

Joel moved closer to you and you got on your knees. You looked at them in turn, before taking Javi in your mouth and jerking Joel off. You looked at them again. Joel's gaze was intense. You moved away from Javi before taking Joel in your mouth and jerking Javi off.

“Damn Hermosa… you’re fucking hot.”

“Get up, baby” Joel said before grabbing you to help you. “Sit on the table.”

You leaned against the table and Joel lifted you to sit on it. He spread your legs with his large hands before kneeling between them. “Lay down, baby” he said.

As you lay down, Javi moved closer, jerking himself gently. He said “fuck… Hermosa you’re so beautiful.”

Joel ran his tongue over your pussy and you moaned under his tongue. He spread the folds with his fingers and ran his tongue more gently before coming to tickle your clit.

“Will you suck my dick Hermosa?” asked Javi.

“Yeah, come here, Javi”, you replied.

You turned your head towards him, he was holding his cock at the base. You ran your tongue over it before placing your lips around his tip and caressing it with your tongue.

You felt Joel’s fingers dig into your pussy, while he focused on your clit with his tongue. You moaned, making Javi groan in turn as you sucked his cock further and further, depending on the rhythm of his hips.

Joel sat up and stood up, and said “make her cum Javier.”

They switched places, Joel bringing his cock to your mouth. “Wanna suck your cock, baby”, you said.

“Take it sweetheart. Suck my dick. Make me feel good in your mouth” you nodded and took him in your mouth, before feeling Javi’s breath on your pussy. He ran his tongue, his saliva mixing with Joel’s in your pussy.

“Doesn’t she taste good Javier?”

“Yeah… You taste so good Hermosa. Joel, you're a lucky bastard.”

Joel smiled at Javi for the first time, and looked back at you “You’re doing well, sweetheart. So good for us.”

You looked at him, before lowering your gaze to his cock which was sliding into your mouth.

Javi stuck his tongue into your pussy and was fucking you with it, while his nose rubbed against your clit. He held your legs apart with his hands. You placed your hand on his head, moaning more and more.

“You’re gonna cum baby, right? Come in his mouth baby. Soak his tongue.”

You stopped sucking him as your pleasure mounted, keeping him in your mouth until you came in Javi's mouth. He held his hands tight around you to keep your legs from moving too much and keep you within his reach, continuing to lick you until the spasms stopped. Joel pulled out of your mouth as Javi stood up, and bended over to twirl his tongue over your pussy again. You jumped at his touch on your overly sensitive clit, before caressing his head with your hands.

While Joel helped you get up, Javi went to sit on the couch and said “Come sit in my lap, Hermosa. Facing him."

You walked over to him before sitting on his thighs. He slid his hand up to your pussy, avoiding your overly sensitive clit for the moment, but sliding his middle finger into your hole.

“Come get sucked Joel,” Javi told him.

Joel came closer to you and said “open sweetheart. Stick out your tongue.” You did as he told you, waiting for him with your tongue out. He placed his cock on your tongue, grabbing your chin with his hand to lift it up, and dripped his saliva onto his cock, watching it slide down to your tongue. And he slid his cock into your mouth. Your eyes were fixed on him. Javi grabbed one of your breasts with his other hand, continuing to gently slide his middle finger into your pussy.

You didn't move, letting Joel handle the movements. He pushed himself deeper and deeper into your throat, his hand resting on your head, the other falling down his body.

Javi said “give me a second Joel” and Joel withdrew. Javi grabbed his cock in his hand and lifted you up, pushing his cock into your pussy and you impaled yourself on it “oh god… Fuck, Javi…”

“Missed my cock Hermosa?”

You looked at Joel before answering, who nodded.

“Answer him baby. Tell him.”

“Yeah fuck… yeah I missed it.”

“I missed you too, Hermosa. You have quite an effect.”

Javi lifted you with his hands, and moved his hips to start fucking you. His movements were slow, and allowed Joel to come back into your mouth. You let him resume his pace, your lips wrapping around his shaft.

“Are you still too sensitive, baby?” asked Joel.

“No… I don't think so Joel. It’s ok.”

Joel knelt down and watched as Javi’s cock slid into your pussy. Your wetness slid down to his balls. He came closer and licked your clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh god, Joel!” The sensations were indescribable. Javi’s cock was buried in your pussy, your legs raised. Javi held them apart. Joel sucking on your clit.

“Fuckin hell hermosa… you’re so hot. So good for us.”

You placed your hands on either side of Joel’s face and leaned against Javi’s chest, letting him lead the pace. You heard Joel grunting against your clit.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum again. Fuck…”

“Come on, baby. Come on his tongue and on my cock. I wanna feel you squeeze me again and soak me. Couldn’t stop thinking about it since the other night.”

You came, throwing your head back and squeezing Joel’s head so hard he groaned.

Joel pulled away to look at where your two bodies met and said “fuck baby… such a fuckin’ slut. Let’s go to the bedroom now.”

As you were about to get up, leaning forward to support yourself on your feet, Javi held you, hands on your hips and fucked you at a fast pace “fuckin’ soaked hole...” before letting you get up.

Once in the room, you lay down on the bed and said “come fuck me Joel.”

Joel lay on top of you and thrust into you, making you moan.

Your gaze was fixed on him but you were lost in your emotions. You loved everything about this evening. The way they fucked you, the way they shared you.

You stared at Joel. Intensely.

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

“I want you to…” You bit your lip.

“Tell me,” he said, thrusting hard.

You cried out in surprise, and said "I want you to talk to me. Dirty. Joel, please…"

“Fuck… you want me to tell you what a slut you are? Wanna hear it out loud?”

“Yes Joel…fuck…yes, please.”

"I can't believe you were reluctant to come back here, when your slutty holes just wanted to be filled by both of our cocks."

He grabbed your chin in his hand and added "That's what you wanted? To be filled by two cocks? Mine isn't enough for you, you need two big, fat cocks?"

He brought his hand down and squeezed your throat. His gaze was black. He held you so tightly that you could just nod your head.

“We’ll give you what you want.”

He released his grip on your throat, continuing to thrust into you.

“Javi, I want you in my mouth.”

Javi knelt on the bed, holding his cock in his hand. You looked at him, and stuck out your tongue.

“Fuckin christ, woman,” Joel said, fucking you harder.

Javi placed his cock on your tongue, just the tip. He jerked himself off while watching you, then Joel fucking you. And he slid his cock into your mouth, you rounded your lips to welcome him. He placed his hand on your cheek, and felt his cock through your skin.

Joel buried his head in your neck, kissing it, then came to bite your earlobe. His head brushing against Javi’s hand, before pulling out of you.

“Come fuck her Javi.”

Javi smiled, before saying “you like being shared by our two cocks, huh?” You nodded, looking at Joel.

Javi came and lay down between your legs and slid his cock inside you.

Joel was standing next to the bed, jerking off gently. “You take both of our cocks so well darlin. You’re doing so well for us.”

He walked over and fondled one of your breasts, still jerking off. He leaned towards you and said “open up baby”. As you opened your mouth, he spat in it and clamped your jaw shut with his hand.

“Fill her up javi. Then I’ll fill her cunt too.”

You groaned at his words.

“Look at me hermosa. You're going to get filled by two cocks, like a little slut. Is that what you want?"

“Yes! Yes Javi, that’s what I want.”

“Yeah? Want your pussy filled with both our cum? Wanna feel them running down your thighs?”

You nodded.

"Ok baby. I'll give you what you want.” He picked up the pace and put his arms under your shoulders to fuck you harder. Joel was still jerking off next to the bed.

“Fuck…I’m gonna cum hermosa. Gonna fill this tight cunt.”

He thrusted in two more times before spreading his cum deep inside your pussy. Once his balls were empty, he withdrew, and Joel took his place instantly. He looked down at your folds to see Javi's cum starting to leak out. He ran his fingers around picking some up and stuffing them into your pussy.

“You want both of us, right? Can't miss a drop baby.”

He lay down between your thighs and bottomed out in one go. He put his fingers covered with Javi's cum in your mouth for you to lick them.

“Fuck. Such a slut. With your pussy dripping with the cum from another man. You’re so fucking soaked of his cum and so wet, I'm sure you could take both of our cocks in your pussy."

He growled against your ear, and his words hurried your orgasm.

“You’re such a whore, you know that?”

“Yes Joel…yeah.”

“Tell me what you are.”

“I’m a whore. I’m a fucking whore.”

Javi sat in the chair watching the whole scene.

Joel picked up the pace, unable to stop talking. “Can’t believe it, I thought you were a nice girl who wanted only my cock. But one cock isn’t enough for you anymore, is it?”

You couldn't answer anymore. He smacked your cheek. Not too hard. “Fuckin answer me.”

“Fuck. I want two cocks Joel. I want your two cocks. So bad.”

“Shit… I’m gonna fill you too.”

He grunted before thrusting deep inside you and shooting his load. Your orgasm rushed over you.

“Oh god Joel…” 

He collapsed on top of you, trying to catch his breath.

He finally got up while you were still lying down, and said “come see this Javi.”

The two men were standing at the foot of the bed, looking at your sore pussy, with their cum leaking out.

You heard the curfew sirens and Joel looked worriedly at Javi, who replied “stay here tonight. It's too late for you to go back. The bed is big enough, we’ll squeeze in.” The two men came to join you, each from one side.

You fell asleep.

You woke up a few hours later, Joel and Javi’s bodies pressed against you. You felt some of their cum still leaking from your pussy but you didn't have the courage to go to the bathroom. Javi was against your back, his cock resting against your ass.

You stretched your ass towards him, at the same time as you took Joel’s cock in your hands, jerking him gently. You felt them wake up at the same time.

Javi’s hand came to squeeze your breast, before moving down to your thigh. He lifted your knee to give himself access to your pussy, and you felt the tip of his already hard cock directly slide into your hole.

Looking at Joel, you saw that his gaze was on you.

“Looks like you don’t need any preparation to take his cock baby? Still full of our cum huh?”

You bit your lip and just nodded, while Javi was pounding in you.

“Don’t stop jerking me off,” said Joel. You resumed your movement, stopped when Javi entered you.

“How is her pussy, Javi?”

“Ruined. I slide in so easily.”

“Mmmm” Joel muttered. Lie on your back Javi.”

Javi withdrew before settling in as Joel asked.

“And you sweetheart, come ride him.”

You moved on top of Javi, before grabbing his cock in your hand and pushing it inside you.

“Is the lube still in the top drawer?”

“Yeah.”

Joel went to get it and coated his cock with it, before putting the bottle down.

"You’re gonna prepare my ass, Joel?”

“It’s not your ass I’m gonna fuck."

“Wait what? I never…”

“There’s always a first time, baby.”

You looked at Javi with a panicked look, but he just said “come on Hermosa. You’re fuckin’ soaked and still dripping our cum from last night. You’ll take us easily.”

Joel kneeled behind you and spread your ass cheeks.

“Fuck… you’re gonna be so full….”

He leaned against Javi's cock, which had stopped his movements. Joel started to thrust and told you to lean on Javi’s chest.

You leaned forward and felt Joel’s cock sink into you.

“Fuck…Fuck! Joel, wait. It's too much. I don’t think I can -”

“Yes, you fuckin’ can.”

He didn't stop. He felt the walls of your pussy adjust to the two of them. He continued to thrust until his balls were against Javi's.

Looking up, you saw the look in Javi’s eyes, who nodded at Joel. And they both moved. 

“Oh fuck… Cant’ believe… God. Cant’ believe I’m getting fucked by two cocks."

Javi smiled and kissed you, before telling you “you’re really doing well Hermosa, you’re so good for us.”

“You can do better, darlin’.“

“What? What do you mean, Joel?”

Joel put his thumb in his mouth and spat on your ass. He caught the saliva with his thumb before applying it to your asshole.

“Shit Joel…”

“Stop whining. I know you like it” and he pushed his knuckle into your ass.

“Fuck..Yeah. Yes I do.”

Joel smiled as he looked at Javi.

You felt full. Two cocks in your pussy, Joel's thumb in your ass.

Joel told you “I’m sure if there were three cocks here, you’d take one in your mouth.”

“Fuck yeah…I bet she would”, added Javi.

They continued for a few minutes, and you heard Javi breathing harder.

“You’re gonna cum Javi? You’re gonna cum in my pussy?”

“Yeah Hermosa…I’m gonna fill you again.”

“Go ahead Javi. Cum in her pussy, and don't pull out until I fill her too. Not gonna be long.”

Your clit had been rubbing against Javi’s crotch for several minutes, and you felt like you were going to cum soon too.

“Fuck… yeah… ‘m gonna fill you Hermosa. Oh… oh god….”

Javi's cock twitched as he came, his cock crushed against Joel's.

“Fuck. I’m gonna fill you too baby.”

Joel growled louder and louder, and you felt Javi’s cum starting to leak out of your pussy.

Joel stiffened and shot his cum into you. 

He collapsed on top of you, still straddling Javi and you came for the last time that night, full of their cum.

Before pulling out, Joel said, “You’re gonna have to help me find more after pills, Javi.”

Part 3

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[stardewsnail]

Ok so hear me out-

It's not sexual abuse, def not, but what about a farmer who was physically & emotionally abused by parents and/or a previous partner. The farmer never told anyone because they don't want to make anyone worry or feel sad, (also because they feel unworthy of attention + sympathy because they are very gentle and shy). Anyways, the request is how would Elliot react to figuring this out? (I would prefer if they got into an argument and the Elliot sees the farmer flinch, however, you can make him figure it out in any way you want) essentially, hurt/comfort. (Sorry this is super long, thank you for letting me waste your time)

Thank you for wasting my time I really like specific requests and I am a sucker for hurt/comfort

Elliot x Farmer, Hurt/comfort

Cw: references to domestic violence

“Dammit, we’re going to be late!” he yelled, his annoyance finally getting the best of him. But Elliot stopped short. The farmer had flinched back, eyes shut, leaning away as if he had—as if she had been expecting to be hit. His stomach clenched, as he caught her wet, unfocused eyes. Her mouth had pressed into a thin line, and her hands clenched into fists.

“I..” her voice broke, and she looked up and away from him in an attempt to hide her tears, “I need a minute.” She turned and fled the suddenly stifling cabin.

Elliot stood rooted to the spot, every bit of anger rushing from his body and leaving him cold. She had flinched—he could still see the genuine fear in his mind’s eye, a tragic visage burned into memory. He let out a shaky breath, brushing away his own guilty tears. He should give her space, let her calm down and come back when she felt ready, right? He checked the time, and tried to sit patiently. He was pacing soon after.

It was exactly eleven minutes and twenty seconds when she came back—his eyes had been glued to the clock on the wall—fifteen minutes and he would have gone after her.

“Hey.” She stood in the doorway, eyes downcast, hands fidgeting.

“I’m so sorry,” the words rushed out and his hands clasped in front of him and then shoved in his pockets and then—“I shouldn’t have raised my voice. It doesn’t even matter if we’re late.” His hands went down back to his sides, twisting the fabric of his trousers.

She shook her head, “I’m sorry. I know I overreacted,” her voice was quiet but it was clear she was holding back tears, “I just…” she wrapped her arms around herself and squeezed her eyes shut, “Sorry,” she sniffled, “I think I’m totally okay sometimes but…” she shrugged, looking up to him with wide, wet eyes.

Elliot half extended his arms, letting her make the choice to crash against his chest, holding her tight when she did. She was shaking, and he could only curse himself and whatever sick bastard had scared her.

“No, darling,” he kissed her temple, “I shouldn’t have yelled. I’m sorry. If something happened to you, you know you can tell me, right?l

She nodded against him, “I…I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. I didn’t want you to worry or feel bad for me or something.”

Elliot cradled their cheek in his palm, directing their gaze upwards, “I love you,” he said firmly, “it’s my job to worry about you. It’s my job to take care of you. And if you want to talk about it I’m right here and I will continue being here until you’re ready.” Her lips trembled and she pressed her face back down into his chest.

“It’s just that my last relationship wasn’t great,” she began, voice muffled in his coat, “That’s part of why I moved all the way out here. I needed to get away—I have a restraining order but that only actually does so much, y’know?” She sniffled, and Elliot contemplated murder, “He just yelled a lot and…he only hit me a few times. Mostly he was just a grade A asshole.”

“Thank you for trusting me with that,” he stroked his fingers through her hair, “I’m so glad you were able to get away,” he breathed, trying to keep himself steady to comfort her. She exhaled, looking up on her own and pushing to her toes to kiss his jaw.

“I’m okay now, El,” she assured him, “I got out, went to therapy, and then moved out here and found you,” she smiled and he could have melted.

“No more yelling,” he promised, “and if there’s anything else I do that makes you uncomfortable, please tell me?”

“Deal,” she agreed, “I do still want to go to the egg festival though. Should we head out?”

“If you allow me the honor of escorting the most beautiful attendee,” he bowed, hand outstretched, relieved when she giggled at his antics.

“I think that honor is going to me, actually.” She took his hand, squeezing it and pulling him back to her for a soft kiss. They linked arms and began the walk. He would suggest perhaps moving in together sooner than he had planned…he didn’t like her all alone out there on the far edge of town, even with her dog.

[cyborg-franky]

Haii franky

I hope your emergency requests are open

I would like to request a fic that you would like make it of your favorite character and make them do and say stuff that would help you as I know you have been feeling a bit on the rougher side and I can't do much but I just want you to know most of your followers love you and appreciate you and hope your ok or will be OK keep being you and I hope you get to feeling better ^^

They are closed but this is amazing, when I first got this I cried, I am fine though, I'm always fine but maybe I should write something for me, just in case I'm not doing so good.

Thank you anon, this is so sweet. Thank you from the bottom of my heart <3

Marco

He can tell you're having a rough time, and that things are hard for you right now.

Marco watches you stuff it all inside, pushing it all down and just smiling and saying I’m fine! When asked how you are doing.

He knows, he sees you when you're working across from him, how sad you really seem as you just stare at your work, not really doing it, just doodling off in the corner.

He can tell you don’t want to be a burden or to bother anyone.

When your work is over for the night and you both can relax, he locks the door and starts to make tea for you both.

He watches you curl up in the big armchair he keeps in his office for visitors and for you.

Watching you bundle up in one of his sweaters that you’ve stolen, staring out the porthole, watching the darkness of night with tired eyes, he also knows sleep has been hard for you to find recently.

Marco brings over the drinks and sets them on the table, he makes you budge up on the armchair and pulls you against him.

“I know your sad baby bird,” He begins and stroking back your hair, smiling when you lean into his touches, leaning against him.

“I’m here when you're ready to talk yoi.” He offers and your touched, feeling warmth in your heart as he keeps you close to him on the sofa,

“Well, lately I feel like…. I feel like a mess, a burden, I feel all I do is push people away and..” you spill everything to him and he listens, he nods and gives you advice, nothing intrusive, just tries to help you defuse the feelings and thoughts in your head.

He stays by your side all night, until you fall asleep next to him, his arms around you.

Marco picks up a book and reads, not wanting to disturb your sleep, glad you finally have a moment so you can relax and escape your thoughts.

ACE UNDER READ MORE

Ace

He knows what it’s like to have all these nasty voices in your head, being your own worst enemy, making you think things and doubt yourself.

Sneaking up behind you and wrapping his arms around you resting his chin on your shoulder and kissing your cheek.

“You look like someone who needs to raid the kitchen for something sweet.” He said with a grin on his freckled face, winking at you.

You nod and allow him to drag you away, sneaking into the kitchen, and grabbing some cookies or baked goods before sitting together on a crate and watching the sunset.

“I know it’s hard,” He says with a sigh in his voice as he leaned back on the palms of his hands, staring at the sinking sun, and the oranges that set the horizon on fire.

“Ain’t nothing I can say that’s going to help, not really, you just gotta trust that people love you, people care, things just get in the way.” He shrugged his shoulders before tilting his head to watch you.

“I love you.” He added and you felt yourself smiling.

“I just can’t stop the sounds in my head Ace, I hate how everything makes me feel, I feel I’m drowning, suffocating, I feel so unhappy all the time and I just want to stop hating myself.” There’s a hiccup in your voice and he sits up, wrapping his arm around you, kissing the side of your head as he tries to soothe you.

“I’m here to tell you that it’s okay, your doing good, you ain’t a burden and I’m not going anywhere, alright?” Ace smiles when you sniffle and nod.

[fitrahgolden]

Something That Digs At Us: 3 - You're the nicest thing I've seen

[Kate and Anthony have a second date, of sorts.

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I must admit that I truly don’t know if anything interesting is gonna happen in this story and I’m sorry. I just like writing this version of Kate and Anthony.

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TW: Brief descriptions of a panic attack.]

Anthony opened his eyes to find Kate, still asleep, cradling his head against her chest. He shifted just a little to look up at her. She looked serene. There was no other word for it. He couldn't help the swell of pride in his chest, however unearned it was. He was happy he could be what she needed to sleep through the night, at least one night. Don’t get ahead of yourself. Don’t fuck this up. Still, it made him optimistic about her trusting him and their potential to be together. She had to trust him. He kissed the part of her arm that he could reach and was content to continue lying there, soaking in the warmth of finally being in Kate Sharma's arms.

Eventually, Kate started to stir and moan. Well, that sound is gonna be a problem. Maybe Kate just didn't want to have sex last night. Maybe she didn't want to have sex with him at all. Either way, he imagined Kate waking up to find Anthony lying on top of her with an erection would probably be awkward at best.

He tried to calm himself down when Kate started squirming as she was becoming more and more awake. Anthony squeezed his eyes shut. Jesus Christ, I have to get off of her. He moved over to lie beside her instead. He could tell she was going in and out of sleep, slowly becoming conscious. He watched the process unfold, and felt compelled to stroke her hair and just…marvel at the vision beside him. Wake up, Foxtail.

"Who's that?"

Shit. I said that out loud? "Hey, good morning." He propped himself up and looked down at her.

Kate reached up and patted his cheek. "Good morning. Who's Foxtail? Another code name from the picnic basket caper?"

"Uh…" Anthony ran his hand over his face and sheepishly peeked at Kate, who seemed equal parts curious and amused. "Foxtail barley is my favourite species of grass."

There was silence as Kate's brow furrowed. Then she smiled and chuckled softly. "That's cool."

"No, it’s not. Having a favourite grass is absolutely not cool, Kate."

"Who’s Kate? I thought my name was Foxtail."

“Jesus.” Anthony fell onto his back and covered his eyes with a forearm. "I know giving you a nickname when we aren't even… Well, it's weird as fuck. It just slipped out, truly."

It was Kate’s turn to roll onto her side to look at Anthony. “I may like it. I have ‘Professor Death Blade’ ready to go if we get there. We’ll just have to see how it goes.”

Anthony peeked at her from under his arm. Don’t ask. It will ruin the moment. “Does… does that mean you had a good time last night?” Anthony grimaced. Idiot.

Kate nodded. “I did. Did you?”

“I had an amazing time last night. I’m glad it finally worked out.” Kate looked down, seemingly embarrassed. Anthony rubbed her arm. “No, no. I understand. I wasn’t trying to… I had a great time, Kate. And I hope we can do it again.”

Kate visibly relaxed and put her head back on her pillow. “Sorry. I mean– Ugh, I’m trying not to apologise for, like, um, for just being who I am. Or for doing what I need to do to be OK. I used to do that all the time. My therapist called me out on it. Rude.”

Anthony nodded and lifted a hand up to Kate’s hair and pushed some back over her shoulder. “Very rude.”

She twisted her mouth. “Can we inelegantly change the subject?”

“My specialty.”

Kate giggled. “What do you have on today?”

“Well, what with Daphne and Simon getting engaged, Mum wants us all at the house today and tomorrow for all kinds of celebrations and family bonding and tormenting of Simon.”

“Poor Simon.”

“I’ll be gentle.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t, either.”

Kate looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath as she spun the ring on her finger. “Kent’s a bit of a drive from here.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you need to leave, then?”

“Not really, I just need to go across the hall and pack an overnight bag and go.”

Kate nodded with a quiet, “mmm.”

Anthony shot up to sitting. “Shit, was that you telling me you want me to leave? Sorry, that went completely over my head.”

“Anthony. If you want to leave, you can go, but I wasn’t telling you to. I… don’t want you to.”

“Oh. Good, ‘cause, um… I don’t want to leave, either.” He really didn’t. This almost felt like they were already on a second date. Anthony leaned back against the headboard and Kate followed suit by sitting up. Anthony took a chance and slid his hand into hers and could not stop the sigh of relief when Kate intertwined their fingers and rested her head on his shoulder.

“I’m surprised Newton hasn’t run in here.”

He felt Kate shrug next to him. “He doesn’t come in here unless I tell him to. And it’s early, so he’s OK out there. May even still be asleep.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Anthony asked. “And do you have plans today?”

“Visiting Amma, probably. If I can get myself to leave my flat.”

Anthony decided to leave the second part of that alone. “Amma is… Kaveri, right?”

“Right.”

“And Mary is…”

“Mum. Or Mummy, if I’m being a brat.”

“But they aren’t together, right?”

“No, Amma was my dad’s first wife. And Mary’s my stepmother.”

“But Kaveri and Mary are friends?”

Kate nodded.

“That’s… lucky.”

There was silence for a while until Kate looked up at Anthony, “You want to ask more about it, don’t you?”

“Yes, but it seems really personal.”

“Well, seeing as how we’re lying in bed together with nothing but boxers and a satin nightgown separating us…”

“I’m very aware of that.” Too aware. 

Kate laughed before continuing. "My parents divorced when I was three. Appa married Mary when I was six. Appa and Amma stayed close. We were all this happy family, really, the four of us. Five, once Ed was born. People thought it was odd. Sometimes they thought Amma and Mum were sister wives, which we all thought was quite funny. Amma and Mary bonded after Appa died. They both… They were both in a pretty bad place for a while. And they had each other to be in it with."

"What was your dad's name?"

"Maaran."

"May I ask why your parents split up? Sorry if this is too many questions."

"No, no. It's fine." Kate looked away, sighing with a faint smile on her lips. "My parents loved each other. Truly. They explained it to me when I was older. They grew up together. Their families are close. They were best friends. Everyone assumed they would get married. It made sense to them, too. So, they did. But they were never in love. And that could have been fine, but they realised they both wanted the chance to find it. Like, passionate, romantic love. And Appa did with Mary."

"And Kaveri?"

"No. It hasn’t happened."

"And she's alright?"

"Oh, she's thriving. I can't keep up with her. And I don't think she needs me to."

Anthony recognised the resignation in her voice. “It’s odd, isn’t it?”

“What is?”

“May I ask how old you were when your father passed?”

“Eighteen.”

“Fuck.”

“What?”

“So was I.”

“Oh… Yeah, I think I knew that.”

“And you said Kaveri and Mary had each other.”

Kate started spinning the ring on her finger. “I did say that, yeah.”

“And who did you have? Who took care of Edwina?”

Kate sat up straighter and started shaking her head. “Anthony–”

“Kate, I know what it’s like.”

“That may be true but I don’t want to talk about it right now. I don’t want to think about it. Shit.” Kate started hyperventilating. “Shit!” 

Anthony moved to face Kate. “Shit, OK. Um…” Anthony heard rustling outside of Kate’s bedroom before Newton ran in carrying a bag in his mouth. He jumped on the bed, ignoring Anthony, and sat in Kate’s lap. Kate gathered Newton up in her arms and took the bag he was carrying. She opened it and out fell a pill bottle. Kate popped one of the pills into her mouth and swallowed it. As she stroked Newton’s fur, she took a series of slow, deep breaths.

Anthony was staring helplessly, at a complete loss. He wanted to take care of her, but he didn’t know how.

“It’s OK, Anthony.”

Anthony didn’t realise he had zoned out until Kate’s voice pulled him back. She’d calmed down, but she was still clutching Newton.

“Kate. I am so sorry.”

“Anthony–”

“I didn’t know what to do.”

“There was nothing you needed to do. That’s what Newton’s for. What meds are for. What breathing is for, remember that?” She smirked a little at that last part.

“Right. I still feel like I should have done something.”

Kate shook her head and put a hand up to Anthony’s cheek. “I know what you can do.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“Don’t make it about you.”

“Yeah. Of course. I’m s–”

Kate put her fingers on his lips. “I know. But this isn’t something you need to concern yourself with. At least not until–Well, unless… We’ll have to see how it goes, right?”

Anthony nodded with a soft smile. “We’ll see how it goes.”

Kate almost imperceptibly tapped Newton a couple of times and the dog hopped off the bed and wiggled his stout body out of the room. She pulled Anthony into a hug. He took the opportunity to inhale deeply. “You smell good.”

“It’s probably my soap. It’s–”

“Lilies. Trumpet lilies, to be specific. I imagine they were harvest from the region of–”

Kate pushed him away with a laugh. “Show off.”

Silence settled between them and Anthony found their hands clasped on the bed.

“I need to be alone for a while.”

“Yeah, OK. I need to get ready to go to Mum’s.”

They both nodded but neither moved for a little while.

“I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Alright.”

“Can I kiss you good-bye?”

Kate nodded enthusiastically. “Please do.”

The kiss was decidedly not of the chaste variety and did not feel like good-bye at all. Still, Anthony found the willpower to crawl off of the bed. As he put his clothes on and turned to leave, Kate giggled.

“Wait a minute. What’s on the back of your arm?”

He looked over his shoulder. “Oh, right.”

“Is that a tattoo of foxtail barley?”

“I told you it was my favourite.”

“You did.”

“Still cool?”

“Even cooler now.”

—

“Ma?”

“In here, Chellam.”

Kate found her mother crocheting in her living room. Kate leaned down and kissed her on the cheek before sitting next to her on the couch. Newton looked at her expectantly and Kate pointed to her feet, so he settled there.

“What are you working on?”

“A jumper for Edwina. Mary helped me pick the colours. Nice, eh?” She held up the work in progress, rightfully proud as it looked like it was coming together beautifully.

“Very. She’ll love it.”

Kaveri’s hands continued to manoeuvre the yarn and hook around each other expertly. “So…”

Kate exhaled as she leaned her head back on the couch and looked over at her mother, whose eyebrows were raised over her glasses. “It…” A smile broke out. “It went really well.”

“Ah, nalla! When is he popping by?”

“Amma…” Kate rolled her eyes.

“I’m kidding–mostly. Somewhat. About thirty percent kidding. I’m happy for you, chellam.”

Kate said nothing.

“Shouldn’t I be?”

“We’ll see if he wants to go out again.”

“Why wouldn’t he?”

Kate shrugged. “Think he wants to. It’s just… I had a panic attack this morning while he was still at mine. We were talking about Appa and he kept asking about how things were after he died.”

“Why would he–”

“He was the same age I was when his dad passed. I really think he was trying to connect over it. But it was too much. I wasn’t expecting it and it was… It was just too much.” She didn’t realise her breathing had become shallow until Newton jumped into her lap. Kaveri pulled Kate over enough to hold her.

“Ah. Please don’t tell me that boy treated you poorly because of it.”

“No, no. He was fine. He was quite… attentive. But I’ve been through this before. Though I suppose it would be harder for him to ghost me since he lives across the hall.”

Kaveri sucked her teeth. “Let’s try to base our expectations on his actions, hm? Not any goyyala that may have come before him. And if he turns out to be one of them, he’ll have to answer to me, Mary, and Agatha. And we’re all scared of Agatha. OK, chellam?”

Kate nodded.

“So, he was at yours this morning, eh?” Her smile was cheeky.

Kate clicked her tongue. “Amma, please. It was a literal sleepover. I’m still as pure as the driven snow.”

[heart0fclay]

“ive got the words i love you sitting on the tip of my tongue i feel like as soon as they leave my mouth you’re just gonna get up and run”

Bob x Hangman fic

no one has ever stayed in Hangman’s life and he’s sick of being abandoned. Bob finds this out

Bob and Hangman had just finished one of their regular hook up’s. Bob was getting dressed and once dressed he headed towards the door. “Night jake!” just before he fully closed the door he heard someone crying. he opened the door again and saw Hangman in his bed snuggled up crying

he heard Hangman on the phone. “Rooster he’s just left to go back to his place and i’m fucking broken man. my heart physically hurts. i want more than this. it kills me everytime he leaves.”

“Jake just tell him for god sake. you get in a mess everytime” “i know i do. i’ve never had a single person want me for me it’s always just sex. just cum and go. i can’t do it anymore.”

Bob slowly walked more back inside and closed the door. Hangman noticed. he put the phone down and wiped his eyes. “Hey bob! did you forget something?”

“i heard the phone call” Jake froze.

“Jake if you don’t want me to go i will stay here.”

“stay with me tonight?” Bob didn’t need to be asked twice.

Bob threw his clothes off except his vest and briefs. he got back into bed with Jake. “hold me?” Bob took Hangman in his arms and started stroking his hair.

“if this is how you felt you should have told me.” “i know i’m sorry. i’ve never had anyone who wants to be with me for love. everyone runs away. heck even my friends ran away.” Hangman started getting teary eyed again.

“Hey hey babe it’s ok.” he kissed Jake’s forehead. “I am here and i won’t leave you. i’ll stay here and i’ll stay in your life forever.”

Jake smiled. “I love you.” “And i love you too baby boy.” Jake’s stomach went all weird when Bob said that.

Love. a new concept to Jake’s life. but he liked it.

“Jake i didn’t want this to just be sex either. so i’m glad i found out.” Jake leaned up and kissed Bob. “i’m glad too baby.”

“let’s get some sleep.” said Bob. Hangman laid his head on Bob’s chest and started getting sleepy. for the first time the two boys fell asleep cuddling each other and it just felt so right.

[lyon-amore]

Mr and Mrs Liars Chapter 22

Chapter 21 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *MC POV*  When I wake up, I see Jake at the foot of the couch sleeping.  I released a sigh and covered him with the blanket that I had. He's going to ache all over his body when he wakes up. What's he doing sleeping on the floor?     "I must be awake to take care of you, right?" I frowned, crossing my arms. At least... He sleep peacefully "You can't help it…" I let out a laugh and stroked his hair, careful not to wake him up. I make a silence gesture to Gizmo when I see that he wants to kick him on the head. He ends up lying on top of him, curled up in his lap. I took the mug from him and took it to the kitchen to clean it up. He must have been busy working on who knows what. These habits are hard to break. I decide to take my cup and make myself a decaf coffee. After yesterday, I'm still nervous.  I go up to my room and look at the messages I have. In the chat, Jessy congratulates Jake on dating Aleena. She forgets that I was in this group. I also have a missed call from the bridal shop. Lucky they also have my friends number in case they can't reach me. Separately, Jessy messaged me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jessy MC! I'M REALLY SORRY! I totally forgot you were in that group! And I also forgot that Jake is your ex because you are going to marry Phil and I am so happy about it 😔 You forgive me? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  It's impossible for me to be mad at Jessy. Well, yeah, she didn't tell me that Jake was back. But I can understand that, since I’m already engaged, I don't have to care about that Jake is with someone else.     "But it's not like that…" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MC Hey, calm down Jessy I haven't bothered to read it Aleena already told me too I'm happy for both of them 😊  Jessie PHEW! Goodness! The truth is that I was worried I already know that there are no feelings ahead But to say that… 😓 

MC You were excited, I get it I'm also excited that Jake found someone -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------      <<Lie…>> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jessy Do you think they will go to the wedding together? 🤔 🤭  MC I don't think so, Jake told me that he would already be working by the time the wedding takes place Besides, he doesn't know anyone except the group, I don't want to pressure him  Jessy Aww.. Too bad... But I'm glad to see that you get along That is important I mean… Neither of you have deceived the other So the respect you have for each other is admirable 🥺  MC Well, from the start we trusted each other So it's normal that we're fine with each other  Jessy OH! By the way! They called me from the bridal shop They asked about the last fitting of the dress  MC I have seen it I'll talk to them later I'm busy  Jessy Alright I'M SO EXCITED! I still can't believe we're going to be like sisters!  😊 

MC Jessy, I must leave you I have things to do, sorry  Jessy OK, take care! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I put the phone aside and lie down on the bed. I don't feel like calling the store. I wish I could put it off a bit longer, just because I'm not feeling well at the moment.     "Finally I find you" I hear Jake enter the room, approaching the bed "Did you sleep well?"     "Better than you" I sit up in bed, looking at him concerned "Does your back hurt?"     "I’m perfect." he sits on the bed and complains. I raised an eyebrow and sighed, although he ignored the pain out of pride. "I have something to tell you."     "Okay, I'm listening."      He sighs looking me directly in the eyes. He looks pretty serious. And worried.     “I logged into Schneider's computer."     "What?" I blink incredulously, but rather worried now "How come you did that? Without consulting me first?"     "I did it precisely for you."     “And what if you get caught?” He looks away from me, but I forced him to look at him by placing my hands on his face, “Jake, you can't do this to me- You can't do this to your sisters! Not again!"     "Calm down, it's all good." he lowers my hands slowly, speaking to me calmly. "The program is safe this time. There is no reason to be alarmed."      Slowly, he releases me. I place my hands in my lap, squeezing them tight. I hope he’s right and that he’s safe.     "And what have you found?" I give up and ask.     "It's true, he is involved with Charlotte and her disappearance." I turn to look at him quickly. His expression is angry. "Although it is not only about her, MC…"     "I want to see everything."     "I don't think it's a good idea now."     "Jake, please," I begged with a nervous look. "I need to see those proofs..."     “Alright,” he stands up and offers his hand to lift me up, “but there's a video you better not watch. I did it and…. I prefer to forget it. Although it is a proof that is going to serve us well."      I get scared when I hear him. I don't know what to think anymore after what happened yesterday. I can expect anything. I sit in the chair, with the folder in front of me. Inside everything is separated by photos, videos and documents. Some photos are of me from my teenage days. I couldn't believe this man had such a thing about me.     “This is just a backup for now,” Jake tells me as I scroll through the photos. “Just in case it all disappears. “      Although I listen to him, it seems to me that he sounds far away. Charlotte's photos are even worse. I close the photo folder because I don't dare to continue looking. I feel like throwing up when I see them.     "This is horrible...“     "MC, now I want you to get ready." Jake sits next to me, holding my hand lovingly. “You are not going to like what you are going to read, but I want you to know that you can stop at any time, you don’t have to read everything.“      I nod and relax.  I read Peter and Schneider's conversations. A lump rises in my throat as I read Peter's words. He was someone I trusted, who was always there for me when I needed him, but he didn't really do it the way I thought. I start to cry, feeling bad about myself. I had been so blind... ��   "Why didn't I know to see it before?"     “It's not your fault.” Jake squeezes my hand hard, gently parting my hair to see my face.     "But I should have realized," I pointed to the screen, stifling a cry. "Do you know the worst of this? It's just that now I realize many things and they all point to the fact that he was a disgusting bastard. And I was treating him like a poor man who has been killed for being innocent when he is not!" I get so excited Jake hugs me to calm me down. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, unable to calm down even though the hug is warm. Feeling betrayed is horrible. I had him like a family member. But it's not me they've hurt, it's Charlotte. I don't want to think that without her, I would have ended up in her shoes. It's the worst thought I can have. The thing to do is find out what happened to her and ruin Schneider's career. It's what I want the most.     “I want to show you something.” Jake pulls me away slowly, playing a video. Seeing my father walk into the office makes my heart skip a beat. Hearing his voice made me have many memories. The more I watch the video, the more I understand.  He… He protected my mother and me.  My father never wanted Schneider to get close to me from the beginning, but now I understand why the friendship between him and Peter drifted away a bit. He doubted him, but he didn't want to because he was his friend. Unfortunately, he was always wrong. My father wasn't perfect, he too could have let his feelings come between the two of them and believe that his best friend wasn't a monster. No one wants to know that someone you trust can be something so… Terrible.     “He was always looking out for you, even years after it happened.” Jake tells me, though I don't look away from the computer.     "That's why he wanted me to forget it." I wipe away my tears and try to breathe calmly, even though I has a hard time. "He never liked talking about this case, but I would always bring it back."     "And is finally finished." I look at Jake, who seems more hopeful than me. "MC, you can leave it now. You have found the murderer who has hurt Charlotte, Ansel, and you and your father so much. Now you can stop."      Hearing Jake speak that way, I burst into tears again, but screaming in pain. Jake hugs me tighter again, whispering in my ear that everything was okay. All those times I was arguing for my father about this case, it was Schneider's fault. Because of him, the relationship with my father was always tense. He pretended everything was fine when it wasn't. I was never a victim: Charlotte, Oskar and my father were.For my part, I feel like I'm a trigger. The guilty.     "My idea is to access Schneider's computer and sync up all the screens in the station showing all this evidence." Jake slowly moves the computer away from me as I try to compose myself a bit.     "How... How long do you think you can take?"     "I don't know, it's much more secure than just one, plus…" I see that he frowns, looking at the screen very seriously. "It's weird, it doesn't seem like he's been online since yesterday."     "What do you mean?"     "He doesn’t logged in since last night." He tucks his hands under his chin thoughtfully. "And by the time it is, he should have been in by now. The program cannot identify me as a user."     "Something like an incognito tab?" I ask, with the only comparison in my head.     "Something like that, since the program is surveillance, I can come and go whenever I want, although that doesn't mean that Malcolm has put some special things for me given the position I have now." I keep looking at him a little confused, I think after so much information I feel like I'm exhausted again, although I'm not sleepy this time. "For example, if I wanted to now, I could go into your cell phone and look at the messages, and if you had received one at that moment, it wouldn't give it as read, since it detects that I'm only watching, not controlling it. But I can if I want to put a virus."     "And why do you have something like that? I mean…. That's bad if you're not careful."     "Serves as a distraction," he smiles proudly. "As long as the virus doesn't let him access the computer, I can keep it under control so that he doesn't delete anything. Activate and deactivate."     "You really impress me." I don't know how but he manages to make me smile.     "Like I always have, haven't I?"      I let out a small laugh and he joins me. I would spend hours listening to him talk about everything he likes and I wouldn't get tired. If I already understood the subject or not.     "Then maybe you can log in now with no problem." I say, looking at the computer, "And if he does log in to the computer-"     “I block it with the virus."     "Do you need help?"     "No, I'm fine." We both relaxed. The atmosphere is calm again.      I bite my lip remembering the chat. I have to tell him, it's impossible to hide it anymore.     “My congratulations about you and Aleena.” I say, my voice almost out from crying. "You both are really perfect for each other."     "MC, about that-"      I hear my cell phone ring from upstairs. I signal to Jake by way of apology and get up to go get it. I have to assume it's Phil. I couldn't talk to him yesterday because I told him I'd be busy.     <<I hope you don't realize from my voice that I've cried…. Please don't let him know... >> *Jake POV*  All I want her to know is that I'm not dating Aleena. It has nothing to do with my feelings towards MC, but I don't want them to tell her lies about me. But if it makes it easier for both of us to stay away with this lie, then I'll let it slide until this is over and she's married. While MC is on the cell phone, I keep an eye on Schneider's computer. He hasn't logged in yet. Where can he be? I need him to be there so that he is publicly humiliated in front of his co-workers for all that he has done. And also stop Hammer's funeral with honors. He does not deserve it. I feel my blood boil at the thought. I'm even angrier than when I found out that Richy was the culprit behind Hannah's kidnapping and that he wanted to lure MC into the mine. This situation is on another level. And if he ever removes the evidence, I can threaten Schneider that I have everything to charge him with. He will not escape his fate.     "Jake..." I turn to listen to MC. His expression is surprised "It was Richy... "     "Richy?" I frown, annoyed "Why did he call you from prison?"     "He wants me to go, he has said that something has happened, but he can't tell me over the phone. "      I grip the chair tightly, getting up quickly. I approach her, who raises her hands to stop me.     "Jake, wait-"     “I'm not going to let you go alone,” I say, prying her hands away from me carefully. "And this time you will be able to ask him why he wanted you to go to the mine.” She lowers her head, uncomfortable. I bring my hand to her chin and lift her face up, forcing her to look at me. "I'm with you and you need to know the truth."      She nods, slowly removing my hand. I have been able to notice how her hand trembles.     "Okay…he doesn't even know you yet."     "Well, it's about time he got to know me." Going back to the prison in less than twenty-four hours makes everyone look at us as we pass. The guards whisper as we pass by. MC is nervous, she hasn't told me why Richy wants to see her.  When Richy sees us go in, he shifts in the uncomfortable seat. He can't even look at us, well, at MC, even if he wants to, embarrassed and feeling guilty. Are their encounters always like this? Is it so hard for him to look the woman he threatened on the phone in the face? We sit down and he takes a quick look at me, to return to MC.     “I thought you were coming alone.” he says, his voice almost inaudible.     "Richy, this is Jake," MC looks at me and then at him, hands on the table, squeezing them tightly "Hannah and Lilly's brother."      I see how now he looks at me. Terrified. He knows exactly who I am because MC has told him about me. He know who I am for being the one who was investigating my sister's kidnapping with MC.     "I… I would shake your hand to greet you, but it's not allowed." I don't know if he's joking or just wants to be polite.     "I wouldn't accept it." I replied, controlling my anger.     "I know, but I don't know how to greet you." he ignores my look, turning back to MC "Well the thing is-"     "Not so fast." I cross my arms as I tense up. I can see MC's worried look. "We need to know one thing before you tell us what you have to tell us. But I don't want a vague answer, you're going to be direct. "     "Alright…"     "Why did you want MC to go to the mine?" I don't control my tone of voice, so I'm not calm.      MC places a hand on my arm, grabbing the fabric of my clothing. She is afraid of the answer. Richy sighs, scratching his forehead, thinking. He doesn't dare to look at us, it's hard for him. I'm sure MC is analyzing every gesture he makes, she must know much better what he thinks. I, on the other hand, let myself be carried away by rage. I can't feel sorry for him.     "I started to investigate MC right after faking my attack." he begins to narrate, still without looking at us "I needed to know who she was, but I only had a name, there was no more information about her."     "That’s why there was only my name in Michael's house and not any pictures." says MC, looking at Richy almost without blinking.     "I wanted more information, to scare you into letting my plan go through to the end. But I had to stop because Jessy and Thomas broke into the house. "     "That doesn't answer my question." I say annoyed.     "Okay," he tries to fit his hands into the cuffs. It seems that it annoys him "The more you investigated, the more afraid I was that you would find out who I really was. Your texts telling me to stop made me feel like that."     "I had my doubts because I didn't want to think that my friend was lying to my face." Now it's MC who is speaking harshly. It almost seems like a mother talking to her son. "You failed in not adding The Man Without a Face in your video call."     "I wanted to tell you everything in person" Richy's eyes pass by MC. He has no expression, just stares. "I would have told you the whole truth."     "And after that?" MC tries not to raise her voice, but it's clear that she's furious with him "Did you think that I was going to leave you alone in the mine to die?"     "It's better than being locked up here..." I bang on the table, glaring at him. Would he rather die than be here? Is he that cowardly?     “Hannah was already hurting from what she did in the past.” I say through clenched teeth ‘’She wanted to redeem herself and you psychologically tortured them."     "And who has had a better defense thanks to money?" Richy asks me annoyed. "Who really deserves justice but Jennifer Hanson?"     "Who made Amy Bell Lewis commit suicide?!"     "I had been guilty for years and I never received a word from them about what happened! They abandoned me as if I had not participated!"     "Both of you! Stop it!" MC yells at us, quite angry.      A guard approaches us quite serious. I think we should relax.     "The next time you raise your voice again, you leave, last notice. Is that clear?"     "Yes, we're sorry." MC apologizes for us.      The policeman walks away and we relax.     "Thanks for your answer, Richy." MC looks at him calmer, but I know she's upset. There are many feelings involved "Can we now talk about the subject we have come to?"     “Yeah, sure."      Richy and MC pull themselves together, while I'm still a little tense. I'm letting my emotions act instead of calming me down. This is not good for me.     “The guy you met with yesterday, Jan.” He pauses for a moment, looking at the policemen. Then he looks back at us. "Well, we find out that they found him dead in his cell, just before bedtime."     "Really?" I ask interested. This seems important. I look at MC who is listening carefully. It's like she already expected it to happen after what happened yesterday.     "There's quite a stir around the prison, actually," Richy clenches his hands on the table nervously, "they even say that a certain Manfred Schneider has disappeared after visiting the prison just after Han's body was discovered."    MC and I looked at each other. That's why the computer was down.     "From the way you look at each other, I think you know who I'm talking about."     "We're investigating that man," MC whispers, taking great care with her surroundings. "Let's say he did something and now we're trying to put him in jail."     "Well, if he's disappeared, we're going to have a hard time finding him," I also comment in a low voice. "He may have even disposed of his cell phone so they don't track him down if he's guilty of Jan's murder for having confessed to you that it was your father who hired him.” I look at MC worried. "What he's done having a connection with you."     "We have to be careful then." MC she hugs herself, afraid. "Who knows if he will come for me."     "Seeing you guys talk reminded me of Jessy and me," Richy smiles wistfully. But is it a sincere smile or does he want us to feel sorry for him? "I hope one day she come to see me... I miss her so much."     "I highly doubt that after everything you did to her, she wants to see you," MC reproaches him. "Thanks for the information, Richy and…. Thanks for your sincerity."     "You're welcome." He looks straight into her eyes. What I feel is not jealousy, but anger. For everything he did. He shouldn't have the right to look at her that way. "And give my regards to the group… Although I know that no one is going to want it, but…. I want you to know that I still consider you my friends."     "Sure." MC slowly gets up from the table and I do the same. I see that she tremble a little from so many emotions in so few days. "Take care Richy."     "I'm saying the same thing," he looks at me now and smiles. "Nice to have met you Jake."     "The feeling isn't mutual." I replied, turning me around to leave.      We walked calmly unlike yesterday. No one says a word on the way home. I look at MC who keeps walking silently. She doesn't look at me or speak.     "Are you okay?" I ask, worried about what happened.      She shoots me a quick look, as if she's annoyed with me.     "MC, if you are at this moment doubting whether to feel sorry for Richy, it is better that you forget it."     "How can you say that?" She turns abruptly, stopping me "None of this would have happened if Hannah had sat down to talk to Richy too and reached an agreement before wanting to redeem herself!"      "Are you blaming my sister now? You're serious?"     "NO! It's just- AG!" she sits on the first bench she sees, putting her hands to her head "The threats, pretending he didn't know who Jennifer was, attacking Jessy, taking pictures of her friends, being cold-blooded about take the corpse of a person who had committed suicide and leave it in the woods, the damned house he rented… It was all the work of a madman! Not someone cowardly as you say! I thought he really was going to kill them all! You know the fear of someone wanting to kill your friends?!" I sit next to her, letting out a long breath. Of course I knew. That's why I distanced myself from my friends. Because I thought that by getting into trouble, I would put them in danger. I was afraid that I might hurt them. Although I was more afraid that someone could betray me in exchange for surviving. Though I wouldn't have blamed them. We humans do anything to survive, after all.     “You have a right to be mad at him,” I finally say. ”But believe me when I say that what he did to you I will never be able to forgive him. Yeah, what Hannah did of leaving him out wasn't right, but you went through something I'll never forgive myself for.”     We look at each other and I see that she continues with anger in her eyes. I try to be the calm one of the two now.     "It's not your fault, stop apologizing-"     "I'll do it as many times as I need, MC." I move a lock from her face, to see her gaze perfectly. ”But I hope you have found peace with his answer.”     “What did he want me to feel guiltier because he died because I couldn't save him?” She lets out a soft laugh ”What a peace…”     "Well, actually, I would have felt guilty not to since I was the one in the mines."      She nods with a shrug, still with that look on her face. The last thing she says leaves me surprised.     "I would have killed him if you had died because of him."     “Come here.” I say, inviting her to hug me.      MC approaches me and hugs me tight. I try to calm her anger as best I can, stroking her hair to calm her down. Little by little, I notice that her body is no longer tense and her breath tickles my neck. For a moment we forgot about the case and talked about something we never did. The only good thing Richy did was that we got to know each other. That's the only thing I'm thankful for. *MC POV*  All this accumulated anger had never let go. I think I had never spoken of Richy in this way. Every time I would come back from seeing him, I would always say 'Oh, it did well' but it didn't. I guess I didn't want to worry anyone with my way of thinking towards him, the rest were already angry enough for me to be too. Someone had to calm them down.     "Are you better?" Jake pulls me away and smiles at me.     "Yes, thanks." I smile back, much calmer. "Okay, we should- Jake?      I see how his expression changes, he seems alert. He makes a sign to me in a hidden way.     “I think someone's watching us.” he says, looking carefully around so he doesn't show it.     "Schneider?"     "No, I don't know," he makes me stand up next to him, still nervous "I haven't been able to see anyone."     "And what do we do?"     "For now, we can't go home." We walk slowly so as not to raise suspicions that we know we're being watched. "We have to blend in with people until they know we're out of danger."      I try to think of where would be the perfect place to lose someone who is chasing you. I have never seen myself in this situation before.     "It's weekend…" I comment, thoughtful "Is it worth a shopping center? There are a lot of people there."     "Yes, and so I can secretly use my cell phone to locate a signal that is approaching us while we go to the mall."     "Then let's go." Chapter 23

[imincontrolofwestview]

The Hating Game mob!Tom Holland x mob!reader Blurb: Meet The Parents

You all got changed and cleaned up before Ryle came over. He knocks on the door which Quinn and Miles race to open Quinn grabs Miles leg and pulls it causing him to face plant which made the other kids laugh. She opens the door ”Hey ba-” He kisses her which to Tom was a makeout “My parents want to meet you” “Ok” He walks in and Quinn shuts the door “You’ve met my moron siblings this is my mom aka Y/n and my dad aka Tom this is Harrison my uncle this is Taylor my other uncle, where’s Kyle and Nate” Kyle and Nate come running downstairs “Why the hell is there a boy here and why did he kiss Quinn” they both say

Which makes you and Quinn laugh. “These are my uncles Kyle and Nate they’re hardass’s at first” Nate smiles “Boyfriend I’m guessing” Quinn nods “Ya been together 6 months” Nate nods “I’m glad you found someone that doesn’t look to be an idiot” Kyle nods “Just use condoms and she always cums first got it” Quinns eyes go wide “Oh my god! Stop!” Kyle laughs “I was a teenager once I know how much sex is involved especially when your related to who your related to” Quinn shakes her head “I am so so sorry about him that just how is although I thought he would have put a filter on when he met you” Kyle scoffs “Honey that filter just got all the more worse knowing you got a boyfriend”

“Oh great“ Quinn says “He’s like Paul“ Quinn nods “True but I think Pauls’s worse“ “Challenge accepted“ Kyle says. You all sit down on the couch “What’s the difference between your wife and a job“ Quinn looks at him confused “What“ “Your job will still suck after 5 years“ Tom burst out laughing so does the other boys “What can a math teacher say in the classroom and in the bedroom“ Ryle looks at Kyle confused “What“ “I better wrap this up or you’ll miss your next period“ everyone laughs “That’s fucking wrong“ you say while laughing. “Why is sex like math? You add the bed Subtract the clothes, divide the legs and pray you don’t multiply“ Everyone laughs “Oh I got one” Ryle says

“Oh this is going to be good“ Quinn says “That’s what she said“ Miles says which makes everyone laugh “Why did the sperm cross the road“ Kyle starts laughing as soon as Ryle said that Miles frown “Why“ “I put the wrong sock on this morning“ Everyone laughs while Tom shakes his head “Hey at least he’s telling the truth“ Kyle laughs even harder “Oh your sooo my niece“ Ryle looks at Quinn “You haven’t told me what you had to do on the mission“ She groans “Do I have to“ “No not if your not comfortable with it but I would love to know“

Miles rolls his eyes “She had to fuck Robert twice” “Miles!” “You what” “Someone had to go in as the stripper to talk Robert into letting me into the basement to free dad well I had to fuck it out of him then give him a BJ infront of dad and then he tried fucking me but I killed him trust me I did not enjoy a second of it and it wasn’t even good it was horrific I faked the orgasm and that idiot believed it trust me unlike him you know where the god damn clit is” “He didn’t know where your clit was” “Nope” “Moron and you killed him should have saved him for me” “I’m sorry” “Don’t be it was part of the mission I know you didn’t enjoy it and it wasn’t good because no one can make you- nevermind”

“Ya I know what you were going to say and do not say that infront of my parents“ Ryle nods “Ya I’ll tell you other things later“ She raises an eyebrow and looks at Ryle “What“ She shakes her head “Nothing“ Miles rolls his eyes “Ok we get it you both want to jump each others bones right now I’d almost rather you do it now while we are downstairs” “I’m not going upstairs to fuck my boyfriend when everyone else is in the same room and are going to know we are going up there to fuck“ “Oh like we don’t hear your god damn moans“ “Oh shut the fuck up your just jealous because you can’t get someone in your bed and you got stroke your own chicken” Kyle laughs ”Shut up“ Miles says “Its true“ Tate and Scarlett says “Oh ya and you two get lost in the deep end“ “Will you four stop it I swear to god you guys are nasty“ Tom says

[finelinevogue]

Imagine YN doing the tiktok prank where she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand every time H kisses her djsnsjgfbg

oh i’m so in on this!! okay here we go;

“Why do you keep doing that?”

Harry stood by the door ready to go out for lunch with his friends, after having just come and given you a kiss. He had stopped short, however, when he saw you wipe away yet another one of his kisses.

You were currently filming scenes to make a TikTok where you wiped off your boyfriends kisses challenge, or whomever your significant other was. You thought it would be funny to try out on Harry seeing as he is a really affectionate and loving person. Your following on TikTok had been small to begin with, as you were only posting baking or arts videos, but as soon as you started posting videos including Harry your following shot up and now you were the most viewed account on the platform. Yeah, you’d beat those dancing phonies over in L.A. and you were proud of it.

“What?” You asked innocently from where you were sat on the couch.

“What do you mean ‘what’? You’re chuffing wiping all my kisses away, that’s what? I mean, are they too wet or do you just not love me any more?” He protested, standing with his keys, wallet and his phone all ready to leave the house except he wasn’t making a move anywhere - at least not until he’d fixed whatever problem you had with him.

“I’m not doing that.” You rolled your eyes and returned your attention back to where the TV was playing your new favourite Netflix show; Sex/Life.

“Oh i’m sorry,” Harry started sarcastically, making you so badly want to smile but you had to suppress it for the video, “so i’m just imaging my girl wipe my kisses off her face then?”

“I don’t know what you’re so worked up about baby, i’m not doing anything.” You stressed, eyes locked on the start of a steamy scene between the two main characters of the show; Billie and Brad. Fuck, was Brad hot too. Harry hated both Brad, and the actor Adam, because he’d recently found out he was your man crush and he was undeniably attractive.

“Not doing anything my arse.” He mumbled and then walked over to you, keys jangling in his pocket, “Let’s try this again.” And he leaned down to kiss your cheek, and you pouted the opposite way in response go let him kiss a broad area. He gave it a quick second peck and then turned to leave your space.

He got as far as where he’d been stood before, when he caught sight of you discreetly rubbing your cheek, with a sweater paw, where he’d just kissed you.

“That!” Harry exclaimed, making you jump and divert your eyes away from a shirtless Brad on the screen, “That right there. Just wiped my bloody kiss away!” He pointed to where your hand was lowering itself from your cheek.

“Bab—”

“Oh no, no, no. Don’t baby me.” He walked over to you, pulling out all his belongings and shoving them on the table next to the front door. He swiftly made his way over to you and literally hopped over the couch, landing on top of you with a big groan from you.

“What are you doing y’wanker?” You laughed but also moaned from the pain of him jumping on top of you.

“Right missus.” He grabbed the remote and turned off the TV, getting rid of Brad’s sexiness before Harry starts seeing red with desire or green with jealousy - neither which would be very beneficial to either of you today.

“Hey—”

“No. No more Brad. Eyes on me, woman.” He directed your face towards him and you couldn’t help but laugh. He was clearly so wound up about this and you wanted to cave, but also this content was second to none. Fans would have a field-day with this kind of content.

“Eyes on you, yes.” You said seriously, before bursting out laughing again. Harry couldn’t help but smile, even when he was pretending to be mad at you. Or was he actually mad at you? He couldn’t remember now because you were so bloody good at distracting him.

Harry leaned down and started pressing kisses all over your face. On your cheek, nose, forehead, jawline, eyelid and obviously your lips. He savoured his most precious and best kisses for your lips and his more passionate and sloppy kisses for the rest of your face. You were a giggling mess beneath him and you wanted to tell him to stop, but your laughing was too intense for you to break a word through. His kisses were mixed with his own smile and sometimes he bit down gently against your skin when he was trying to hold in his own belly aching laugh.

“How many kisses am I getting?”

“As many as it takes for you to not remember how many you need to wipe off.” He challenged back, and he’d already won because you were too lost in the fun of the moment to remember how many kisses he’d given you already.

“Baby?” Harry pulled away from you at your questioning tone.

“Yes?” He looked at you with suspicion.

“It was for a TikTok.” Harry groaned and sat up off of you, stroking his hair off his forehead and back onto his head neatly. “I’m sorry,” you rushed out, trying to save yourself, “your fans made me do it.”

“Had me bloody worried, y’absolute ninny.” He laughed a breathe of relief.

You placed your hands on Harry’s thighs that were straddling you and left them to lay rest there. You chuckled as he shook his head at you. This was going to be a good video, you thought to yourself - possibly even your best.

“Sorry.”

“Glad to know my kisses aren’t going to waste for nothing.” He chuckled, before looking at his Apple Watch with pinged at him with a text message. “Ok love, I need to go now alright?”

“Mhm. Have a nice time.”

“Of course. I’ll pass my love on.” He leant down to kiss both of your cheeks and then your lips, holding them there for a little longer than necessary. “Don’t pass on my love to Brad, thank you very much.” He got up off the sofa and made sure to emphasise how much he despised Brad in the way he said his name.

“Alright!” You laughed, watching him pick all his belongings back up. “Now go!”

“And don’t you dare wipe those kisses off.”

[slytherweasley]

Sketches (Dean Thomas x reader)

Warnings: smut- unprotected sex, penetration swearing

Summary: Dean sees y/n sketching in one of his favourite spots in fourth year, he approaches y/n and they sketch together. In the present day, Dean gets back from a quidditch match and just wants a night with y/n instead of partying.

The first time Dean realised you were special was in your fourth year, he had his sketch book and got to his favourite sketching spot and you were there. You had your sketch pad sketching the area around you.

“Y/n?” Dean sits beside you “Oh, Dean! Hi” you smile “You sketch?” “Yeah, I keep them to myself, they’re not as good as the ones I’ve seen of yours” “Thank you” he smiles “Do you mind if I sit beside you? This is my favourite spot” “Please do, it’s my favourite spot too.”

You both sit and talk sketching the same surroundings. “I can’t believe we weren’t better friends before this” he says “I know it’s quite strange. We have similar friends but never became good friends.”

At the end you showed each other your sketches, it was interesting to look at how someone else interprets their surroundings compared to you. “Dean I love your so much” “Yours is just perfect, I can’t believe how good you are” “I guess I have a sketching buddy then” “Definitely.”

You and Dean would go different places around Hogwarts and sketch together, you’d always end up at your favourite spot. You became such good friends, you started to hang out after you did your sketches together.

It took him a year of friendship to ask you to be his girlfriend.

He met you at your favourite spot to sketch again, this time he had gathered a collection of sketches he’d done of you at random times of the year you spent together. After you sketches he gave you the sketches of yourself.

“Dean oh my Godric this is so kind” “You’re my muse, Y/n. I was wondering if you’d be my girlfriend?” Your cheeks blush pink “Yes, I’d love that” you lean in to kiss him.

Dean would always call you his muse, he told you his favourite thing to sketch was you.

You’ve both started your sixth year this year, Dean is a chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. You were so proud of him for getting that position, he was hesitant to try out in fear of not being good.

You and Dean were cuddled up in his bed the night before tryouts. “Seamus is also trying out, he’s been playing quidditch before I even knew I was a wizard. Most people have had years on me” “You might not have played Quidditch but I’ve seen you ride a broom and you’re quick, so much better than Seamus. You also played football, you’re just good at sports, I believe in you.” You press your lips to his “Ok, I’ll do it” you smile “You’re going to do great.”

He was so happy when he got the position as chaser and you were so happy for him. Since then you went to every single game he played.

You kiss Dean quickly before he leaves for the Quidditch game “Good luck! I love you” “I love you more” he runs off with the rest of his team mates. You and Hermione support the Gryffindor team together against Slytherin. Gryffindor won and everyone was so excited.

At dinner the Gryffindor table is booming with chatter. Your arm is wrapped tightly around Dean “I want to celebrate with just you tonight, I don’t feel in the mood to go to a party” he says “Of course.”

You and Dean slipped past everyone celebrating and got into his warm dormitory. You and Dean get changed into something more comfortable. Dean gives you his hoodie and sweatpants.

You slip out of your Gryffindor jersey with Dean’s number and name on the back. You turn away from Dean. He comes behind you and wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your bare shoulder. He sucks on your neck leaving a love bite. Your breathing becomes heavier as he unbuttons your jeans, you step out of them leaving you in your underwear.

His hand rubs your inner thigh, he notices your breathing become louder and heavier. “Are you okay, darling?” He asks softly “Uh yeah” “Do you want me to stop?” “N-no” “Relax, I got you.”

His body is still pressed up against your back, his hand travels to your stomach rubbing up and down before slowly moving the tips of his fingers into your underwear.

Your heart rate fastened as he dipped a finger into your folds, you were so wet and he could feel it. He doesn’t do anything “You want me to stop?” He asks again “No, keep going please.”

He uses a single finger to spread your wetness around your folds, he circles your clit gently and slowly. You inhale sharply at the feel of his fingers touching your clit. He presses a kiss to your shoulder again comforting you.

You knew for sure you wanted to lose your virginity to Dean.

You let out a small moan making your knees go weak. With his free hand he moves it to your back un clasping your bra with one hand. You get out of it and it falls to the ground, his other hand massages your breasts, he also pays attention to your nipples. You whimper at the feeling.

He pulls down your underwear, you wriggle out of them standing naked, you were almost too scared to turn around to show him your naked body. You hear him undoing his pants and you turn around, he looks up from undoing his pants to admiring your body.

“Godric, you’re so beautiful Y/n” you play with your hair nervously as he get out of his pants “Get on the bed” he says, you get onto the bed and wait for him. He pulls his underwear down stroking himself a few times. Your breathing becomes much heavier and your heart races.

“Are you okay darling?” “Just a bit nervous” “I promise I’ll make it as pleasurable as I can.”

He lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes the tip inside you, it felt alright until he kept pushing himself in, it didn’t hurt just felt uncomfortable. “Dean?” You say softly “Yes darling” “Can I please hold your hand?” “Yes” he smiles and gives you his hand to hold “Squeeze as tight as you need.”

He continues slowly pushing himself in until he’s fully into you, you could tell Dean was trying hard to go slow. “Thank you” you almost whisper “I love you.”

After a while it felt alright and you let him go at whatever pace he liked. You still held onto his hand, he pushed his weight onto his arms and hovered his face above yours while keeping the pace.

He let out small groans of pleasure, he speeds up a bit, you feel him hit your g spot inside you, “Shit” you moan and he continues hitting the same spot inside you. “Feel good baby?” “Mmhmm” you nod, he kisses your lips, you both moan against each other’s lips.

You break away from the kiss “I feel it in my stomach” you tell him “Good girl, let it go” you take deep breaths staring up at Dean and let it go. You finish around him, Dean lets out a moan as you involuntarily clench around him as you finish.

“Fuck” he moans so close “Please cum inside me, Dean” you tell him “Ah shit, I’m about to” you feel Dean finish inside you. He pulls out and cleans you up. You sit up feeling numb “Did you like it, Y/n?” Dean asks “Yeah, it was so much better than I could have asked for, thank you. Did you enjoy it?” You ask him “So much, I am glad I waited to lose it with you” “Me too” you smile.

Dean grabs you his hoodie you were going to wear before everything happened and helped you put it on. He grabs you a pair of his boxers for you to wear and the two of you cuddled until you fell asleep together.

Everyone coming back from the party were talking loudly, it woke up Dean but luckily didn’t wake you up. “Shut up” Dean tells his dorm mates “Where were you mate?” Seamus asks “Here with Y/n” Ron chuckles “I know what they were doing up here” Ron kicks your underwear across the floor “No way” Neville says.

“Please shush, she’s asleep” the boys laugh “Knocked out after a long night huh?” “Looks like you’re next Neville” Seamus says.

You slightly open your eyes at the commotion in the room. You sit up, Dean turns his head to you “Sorry sweetheart, go back to sleep” he wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead.

Dean cuddles you rubbing your back trying to get you back to sleep.

[checked-windows]

IN SERVICE

Aaron Hotchner x trans male reader

Warnings: references to addiction.

Jack had told his dad about his new friend 'Nero' and kept going on about him and his dad who was also 'so cool'. Aaron Hotchner had listened intently nodding when he felt like it was needed.

A few days later Jack was telling him. About how Nero had knocked him over and he'd scraped his knees. Aaron had been worried at the bandage that was wrapped around his sons knee. It had been Nero's dad who had patched him up and scolded the other boy.

Another week past and Aaron was taking Jack to the park for a team day out to enjoy the sun and a rare day off. They were all sat on a blanket watching the kids run about with a ball when a speeding mass of grey collided with Jack and had him pined to the grass. Aaron was on his feet in seconds panic rising in his chest making him feel sick.

"NERO!" a voice called from the side and a man was hauling the mass off of his son by its collar "Do you ever listen? You okay kiddo?"

"I'm fine Mr (l/n) ! Hello Nero!" Jack answered petting the large dog.

"Nero, apologise to Jack" you ordered and the dog licked Aaron's sons face. Jack was giggling and you finally released the dogs collar, smoothing down the fur "Run away again and your going to live on a farm"

Aaron was standing in mild shock when you turned to him with a sheepish smile.

"I'm so sorry about him. He seems to have taken a liken to Jack" the man said rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's OK. I think I got a fright" Aaron responded "Aaron Hotchner, you must be Nero's dad then"

"That's me! (y/n) (l/n)" you answered and Aaron finally took you in fully. What he had originally thought was a strange shirt turned out to skin, littered with tattoos of all sorts, down your arms and across your stomach and chest. A shirt was tucked into the waistband of grey shorts. But it was two faint scars across your chest that drew Aaron's attention. He quickly snapped his eyes back up to meet yours and a small smile.

The dog was sniffing at Aaron's pants and you huffed a laugh.

"Maybe it's just Hotchner's he likes so much" you pointed out. Aaron reached out to let the dog sniff his hand and stroked over his head softly.

"What breed is he?" Aaron found himself asking.

"Tamaskan" you answered "They are bred specifically to look like wolves but honestly he's just a big softy"

Aaron seemed to remember that he was with the team and froze for a second.

"I'm going to get him home. It's hot out and he's gonna need a nap, you should get back to your team. Tell Jessica I say hi"

"Yeah I will do" Aaron said and you beconed the dog to follow, waving to Jack as he led the Nero away. Aaron turned back to the team who were pretty much leering at him at this point. He huffed at them with a glare that had no real heat behind it. Aaron began taking Jack to the park more to even catch a glimpse of you but fate never seemed to be on his side. A large part of him wished he had given you his card or something to contact him on. The agent eventually just excepted that he would most likely never cross paths again.

Emily Prentiss stepped into the tattoo parlour slowly a familiar dog catching her eye as she moved to the front desk. This would be the eighth shop that she had tried, the rest were either booked up or refused to do the work.

"I'm just going to send you straight through. We should be able to sort you out" the receptionist stated shoving things in her bag. Emily followed her gesture into the main part of the shop, the dog nudged her hip and lead her towards the man sitting on a swivel chair. You hair had been dyed an electric blue but when you looked up she knew your face, even only from a brief view. You breifly recognised her.

"How may I be of help?" you asked with a smile, Nero sided up next to you and you buried a hand into thick fur.

"I want to get a tattoo, over a brand" she said and you nodded. This was the 8th time she'd had this conversation and expected you to shut her down.

"Cool. How big of a brand are we talking?" you asked "And depending on the scarring it will most likely have to be greyscale but I can add a pop of colour if you wish"

Emily's eyes widened a bit and her shoulders slumped with relief.

"Are you OK?" you asked going to reach out but changed your mind before making contact.

"I was expecting you to tell me that it wasn't possible. That's what everyone else has said" she said. Nero rested his head on her thigh, she hummed stroking his head.

"I find tattooists in the area are a bit iffy about tattooing over scar tissue. I am too but I'm sure I can work it out for you" you said "How big are we talking roughly? And where is it?"

"I'll just show you" she said shucking off her blazer and unbuttoning her blouse to show the brand on her chest. You winced slightly before scooting closer and tilting your head to get a better look.

"Do you mind if I touch it?" you asked and got a nod in return. You pulled on a black latex glove, and gently touched the brand, poking at the skin "Is this painful at all?"

"No, I can't feel much there anymore. I think the nerves were burned" she answered and you put a bit more pressure on it to see if she flinched away but she sat still and you nodded.

"Oh I'll be able to tattoo over this easily" you said pulling the glove off and throwing it in the trash "What do you think you'd want to cover it with?"

"I was thinking a bird or something" she answered quietly.

"A bird? I can do that gimme like 30 minutes to draw something up for you and you can tell me what you think." you said spinning the chair away from her to grab a notepad and pencil "Also I'll need your full name and some form of ID to photocopy. For our records"

"Are my credentials OK?" she asked and with you nod pulled them out of her pocket.

"Thank you" you said and peeked in the leather holder "Emily Prentiss"

You moved away to copy her details before coming back and handing it to her.

"I strongly recommend going to get something to eat while I'm getting this sorted for you. I wouldn't want to phone Mr Hotchner to say one of his agents has passed out in my studio" you were smiling and Emily followed the order. Going to the cafe around the corner sending a text to the team group chat.

E PRENTISS: I found out where Hotch's eyecandy works.

P GARCEA: ohhhhh! Where!?

A HOTCHNER: Not my eye candy.

E PRENTISS: Lucifers tattoos. He's dyed his hair blue.

D MORGAN: I was thinking about getting a new tattoo.

P GARCEA: very interesting indeed :)

Emily laughed at her phone and realised her 30 minutes were up and headed back to the studio where Nero met her at the door and lead her back to his human who was finishing wrapping the chair. You looked up and laughed.

"Clearly he likes you, Mr chauffeur" you laughed and the dog bounced away to his bed in the corner.

"He's very well trained" she pointed out sitting down when you patted the padded chair.

"Only when he's wearing his vest. When he's not he knows he can misbehave cause he's not working" you said and sat on the swivel chair again holding something that looked an awful lot like a hospital gown out to her. "Nero is a service dog. He helps me with daily tasks like remembering to eat as well as being out in public spaces. He's also very good as noticing the signs of a relapse"

Emily shot you a look while he was flattening the stencil over the brand on her chest trying to keep your hands as gentle as possible.

"How's that for you?" you asked.

"That's perfect, it covers it amazingly" she said and got a grateful smile in return, you spun around and pulled out a fresh pair of black gloves from the box and started the needle.

"You good? Needing anything before we start?" you asked.

"Yeah and no I'm good" she answered. And you started the tattoo, she could see your chest moving when you breathed and moved hair from your forehead with an arm.

"I can hear the cogs turning in your head. Ask the question that's bugging you" you said keeping your head down

"You were an addict?" it left her mouth with far less tact than what she would have wanted.

"Yep. Nothing too hard but enough that I couldn't function as a 'normal' person, I couldn't hold a job this studio saved me" you said and wiped the ink gently "Nero keeps me functioning and safe"

"Well I'm glad your better now" she said and you smiled.

"Cravings come and go but I'll be fine. Oh if you find yourself talking your team don't mention this to them, Nero likes Jack" you said and laughed. The conversation lulled and the sound of the needle filled the room.

"Do you want to take a break?" you asked and got a nod in return "Can I get you a drink?"

"No, no it's OK" she answered. You removed the gloves and throwing them away before stretching out your legs and grabbing a bottle of something green out of a mini fridge. Nero whined loudly and you laughed.

"I'll be back in 5. He needs to pee" you said tapping you thigh so that the dog followed him. Emily noticed the badges pinned to the dogs vest, each clearly outlining the position of service animal and 'do not touch'. You wandered out a door and were away for close to 10 minutes before coming back you looking at the dog with a scowl.

"I cannot believe you did that. Pissing on a car. You're better than that" you huffed before sitting back on your chair and putting a fresh set of gloves on. "Ready?"

"Yeah. I think so" she answered.

"We can stop here and continue another day" you offered leaning back slightly.

"If I don't finish it today, I never will" she responded and you shrugged before putting the needle back to her skin. An hour and a half past before you were putting the needle down and cleaning her skin gently.

"All done" you said "You wanna see it?"

"Please" she breathed and you pulled a hand mirror off the tray next to you holding it so she could see. "It's beautiful thank you"

You smiled and let her keep looking while you tapped a tablet before handed it to her and she looked at the price.

"$200?" she asked eyes widening. You nodded slowly "Surely it's more than that"

"We have a deal on. Half price for cover ups on hateful or hurtful tattoos. I know the brand isn't a tattoo but I'm sure it's definitely hurtful, especially to the wearer" you said before directing her how to pay. Emily tried not to cry as joy filled her heart. She tapped the tip button and typed in $100, paying and handing the tablet back to him. You didn't notice to begin with until you did and smiled softly at her.

"Thank you" you said and put the tablet down "Try not to put a lot of pressure on it and if you need to put a vest on put some tissue over it in order to keep it happy"

She hugged you gently with another 'Thank you' before leaving the studio.

You were suprised when more FBI agents flooded the studio one after another, sometimes weeks apart. You didn't mind in all honesty, they were all lovely people and learning about them was an interesting endeavour , Derek Morgan had a son but loved his job equally, Jennifer Jaraue wasn't too sure of her own sexuality but had two sons to worry about, Penelope Garcia tried to see the good in everyone and everything but had definitely seen too much in her life, David Rossi (hadn't gotten a tattoo) but had spoken to you for a solid two hours about your' life and how you were doing a nice thing for his team and Spencer Reid had come in to get a constellation over scars on the crook of his elbow and told you the story behind them. You had felt something snap in your heart for the doctor once he had told you about Hankel, Spencer had been forced into addiction, you had not, you had chosen it.

More time past before you bumped into Aaron again, and by bumped we meant Nero had threw himself full force at the FBI agent bowling him over. You knew immediately who it was even before the man's shout of indignation reached your ears and raced after the dog screaming his name.

"Nero! I see you pup" Aaron laughed ruffling the dogs fur. You stopped next to them and hauled the dog off panting for air.

"I swear he just loves you and Jack" you huffed and helped the man to his feet. The man laughed and shook his head.

"I wanted to give you this" he said handing a small card over "It's got my number on it"

"Thank you" you said taking the card and smiling at it before shoving in your pocket. You didn't know if calling him was a good idea but it didn't need to happen because you bumped into him first, full on face into his chest.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry" you rushed before even noticing who he was, it was the laugh that made it through the panic "Oh Agent Hotchner. Hello. I'm sorry"

"It's alright" he steadied you with a half smile. "However while I have you in front of me I was wondering if you might want to go on a date with me?" Aaron asked "Dinner or drinks or I don't know something"

"Can Nero come?" you asked raising an eyebrow. Aaron laughed and nodded. Nero sniffed the bottom of Aaron's pants again and their hands brushed slightly.

"Listen, I'm not suggesting that we-" Aaron started but you were moving close to him grabbing the lapels of his jacket and hauling your bodies together, leaning up to press your lips together.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while" you said a blush rising up your neck. Aaron cupped your jaw and pulled you towards him bringing lips back together, tattooed fingers gripping his suit jacket.

"So was that a yes?" Aaron asked breathless. You laughed stepping back to pick up Nero's leash.

"Yeah. It is" you answered your other hand coming up to brush your lips.

[angelltheninth]

#82 with a dominant reader and Husk, please?

Man you guys really like Husk smut huh? Not complaining, I'm having a blast writing these.

Pairing: Husk x Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, handjob, fingering, dirty talk, submissive Husk, dominant Reader

82. “I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.”

"Lie down for me kitty." You whisper as you slowly back Husk up to the bed.

Husk never thought he would find himself in a position to be venerable with someone again. He usually preferred his romantic encounters to be quick and fleeting, with him in charge, because that way he held all the strings, with no way of getting hurt. At least that's what he thought. But somewhere deep down he wanted to feel like that again, to give control to someone else, let someone take the lead. And so you do just that.

His legs hit the front of the bed, you run your hand from his cheek to the center of his chest and push lightly causing him to fall back. He laughs as his back and wings hit the bed.

"Eager?" He unties his bow-tie, placing it onto the nightstand.

"Well you kept me waiting the whole night, how could I not be?" You crawl on top of him, bracketing his hips with your legs. Husk bucks his hips into yours, but you push down hard, "Easy. I wanna have fun first." Your hand trails down to his already hard dick, he'd been hard since before you arrived to the apartment. Your hand wraps around his dick, just keeping it there.

"Thought you were eager. What's with the fucking teasing?" Husk narrows his eyes at you but the small blush on his face diminishes the intensity of it.

"I am eager. Eager to get you moaning under me that is. I really want to see what that looks like, you begging for it, for me." You teasingly and swipe over the tip. Husk's eyes shut tight for a second, a sound much like a whine escaping his trough his clenched teeth.

You tilt your head to the side, grinning at his reaction. Husk groans under your gaze but doesn't move. He sinks his hips further into the bed, clenching the bed sheets and giving you a firm nod.

"Good." You circle your thumb over the tip again, slowly, "You'll cum when I tell you to ok? Until then just stay still and let me hear those pretty sounds." Your finger traces the underside of his dick, all the way to the base. Husk clenches his teeth harder, "Hey I said let me hear those pretty sounds." Your hand wraps around his cock and you start pumping. A whine escapes his lips and he turns his head to the side, "That's it. That's a good kitty."

As your hand moves up and down his cock you bring your other hand to the tip, drawing small circles slowly before covering the entire head with your hand and rubbing it, putting slight pressure on it.

"Fuck." Husk groans out, his hips jerking once before he stiffens in an effort to hold still. You see him bite his bottom lip. You feel his tail lightly tap you on the shoulder, and feel a wisp of air across your back as his tail swishes past you. Then a warm liquid drips into your hand.

You look down and see thick drops of cum dripping from his tip. You smirk, "Are you gonna cum in my hand Husky?" He nods his head rapidly. You smear his cum over his cockhead and the rest of his cock. As you move your hand from then he's about to protect but the words die on his lips when you put your fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them, sucking them clean of his cum as you moan. Husk's cock twitches in your hand, "You taste so good." You say with a final lick. Husk throws his head back, his breathing quick and shallow, his whole body straining in an effort to stop himself from cumming right now, "Its ok. Cum for me Husk."

As the words leave your lips Husk growls out your name, his cock twitching and pulsing as his hot cum spills all over your hand and his stomach. You pump him trough the orgasm, intent on milking every drop of his cum until he has nothing more to give. Once you stopped moving your hand you leaned over to him and put your cum covered fingers in his mouth. His tongue started licking immediately, cleaning you up as you started moving your fingers in and out.

"See? Told you." When your fingers were clean you lean in for a kiss. Your tongues slide over each other, battling for dominance in Husk's mouth, but eventually he gives in. You gently bite into his lower lip as you pull away. Leaning back you feel his dick, still as hard as before, "Again?" You're genuinely surprised that he's ready to go this soon.

Husk shrugs and chuckles, "What can I say doll? That was really hot and I've been pent up for a while."

You hum, leaning down and placing a teasing kiss on his cock, "How can I refuse when its so hard for me. But..." You sit up and reach over to the nightstand where Husk put his bow-tie. Opening the drawer you take out a small bottle of lube, "We're gonna need some of this."

Husk raises his eyebrows before a wide smirk appears on his face, "Oh so that's why you were so excited about tonight. Figures. Good thing I took a nice, long shower before this." Husk leans back onto the pillows.

"I'm excited about every night with you. But yes, I was pretty excited to do this." You kneel between his legs, opening the bottle of lube and covering your finger in it. It feels cold but you know that it'll only make the next part better. Slowly you smear the lube over and around his ass.

Husk's hips twitch as your finger makes contact. Your other hand returns to his dick, still covered in his cum as you start stroking it.

As your hands strokes him your finger enters into his ass, slowly and gently, you slide the first knuckle in. The lube definitely helps but you still feel Husk tighten up at the intrusion, "Try to relax for me." You know you can't go too hard just yet, so you keep your finger still as your and works up and down his cock. Husk inhales and exhales deeply, relaxing the best he can. Luckily its enough for you to slide more of your finger in. Husk groans as you slowly slide almost your entire finger in, "Satan that's tight. But don't worry I tend to loosen you up real good."

Your finger starts moving, slowly at first, in and out, listening to Husk's breath hitch when ever you slide back in. As your pace increases his voice grows higher pitched, "You look so good like this Husk. With my finger inside you like this. Tightening and opening up for me." Your finger started going faster.

"Fuck." Husk's dick twitches each time your finger slides back in.

"You want to cum? You want to cum with my finger deep inside you ass?" You burry your finger as deep as it can go and keep it completely still. Husk grumbles something you can't hear, "What was that Husk? Speak up?"

Husk glares at you, "I said... move damn it."

"Hm... Beg me for it. Beg me to let you cum. I think I was pretty generous earlier don't you?" Your hand still jerked him off as you spoke.

"Fuck you." Husk's face twists in pleasure as your hand keeps stroking.

"You can later if you still have the energy." You chuckle and increase the speed of your strokes.

"Fuck." Husk breathes out, "Fuck! Please." His voice comes out very high pitched, very unlike him.

You move your finger just a tiny bit, "Please what Husker?"

"Please move. Make... let me come." His plea is like music to your ears. The fact that you could reduce Husk to a pleading, whining, moaning mess under you almost makes you cum as well. Your finger starts moving fast and quite a bit rougher than before. The lube lets it slide in and out nicely and you love the sounds that it makes with every thrust, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Husk repeats like a prayer.

"You feel so good around my finger. Fuck we gotta do this more often. I can't get enough of that needy look on your face. I'll look even better when I make you cum for me all over again." You can already feel that he's very close, his cock dripping, making it even wetter than before, "Cum. Cum for me Husk."

Husk spills all over your hand with a hoarse moan of your name. You can feel him tightening up around your finger as you continue to fuck him gently trough his orgasm. Your hand doesn't stop moving either, alternating between fast and slow strokes until he's all spent and soft.

You ease your finger out of his ass, "That was... different. I haven't done that in a long time." Husk sighs contently.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself Husky. I know I did. In fact I ruined my underwear, so you can wipe yourself off and get comfortable while I go clean up and change. Then we can cuddle some." You wink and smile at the cat demon. His ears perk up at the mention of cuddles. He would never admit it to anyone but he loves the after fuck cuddles more than he loves the fucking itself.

You go to wash your hands and get changed into something more comfortable to sleep in. Upon entering the bedroom again you see Husk already under the covers, he pats the empty space next to him and you don't need to be asked twice. You joyfully skip over to him and slip into the bed. Husk curls up around you, his head under your chin and his tail around your back to bring you closer. His wing acts like an extra fluffy blanket and you can never get enough of how soft it feels against your skin.

"Night sweetheart." Husk mumbles as he kisses your neck a few times before closing his eyes.

"Night Husk. I love you." You kiss the top of his head, just between his ears. One of them twitches at the gesture and you chuckle. Husk hums, his wing fluttering for a moment before settling back on top of you. He's still not ready to say it back and that's ok. You don't want to rush him, but you know he heard you and you know he's still here. That alone means a lot. You fall asleep soon after, dreaming of the day Husk says those three little words back.

[barnes-n-nobles]

Youre My Path (SMUT)

Yandere Bucky being crazy, possessive, and DARK!

TW-Mentions on non-con, drugging, stalking, and overall dark behavior. A little bit of knife play as well.

Smut SMUT SMUT

Let me know what y’all think 

Today was just another boring ordinary day. You had to go to the store and stock up on some groceries that you had been planning on getting but you lacked the will power to do so. You opened your phone and looked at the time. Ugh, I need to go before they close you thought to yourself as you managed to peel yourself off of your comfy sofa. You got ready and headed towards the nearest super market.

Lately youve been having some weird feelings, as if someone is constantly watching you. You always shake it off though, because nothing ever happens to you. You always get home safe and sound. Today was a little more intense though, as if you could almost hear someone breathing behind you when you were walking to the store. Relieved to have made it inside, you grabbed your cart and started your trip through the empty isles of the store. You loved and hated to come at night, it made you feel at peace knowing there there wouldn’t be annoying ass kids and angry moms yelling at them to behave. No people blocking the isles with their carts and most importantly, no need to run into someone you knew. The only reason you hated it, was because you didn’t want to get kidnapped and left for dead.

As you made your way to the bread isle, you had that feeling again. You felt like someone was behind you, you stopped dead in your tracks to see if anyone would walk past you. You pretended to look at the merchandise and you slowly turned around to see if there was anyone there. You looked both ways, and sure enough there was nothing. You rolled your eyes and kept it moving. As your trip started coming to an end you decided to stop by the makeup isle, needing a couple of items that you would use for your upcoming date.

Usually you didn’t try this hard but you figured you would give it a shot. All the past times you went on dates they would disappear after your first date. You weren’t sure if it was because you didn’t try hard enough or if they simply weren’t feeling your vibe. As your mind trailed off you accidentally ran into another person with your cart, completely snapping you out of your mind. A broad man, fell to his knee. “Oh my god!!! I’m so sorry. Are you ok? God I’m so clumsy please forgive me” you said frantically as you started to help him up. He lifted his head up to meet your gaze, big blue eyes % bore%% into your own. Your eyes started to trail from his eyes, to his lips, and up again to his perfectly sculpted face. You were mesmerized, you had never seen such a handsome man. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it, y/n” he said quickly getting up and walking off with a visible smirk on his face. You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion, knowing damn well he did not just say your name. You werent exactly sure if your mind was playing tricks on you or if he really said what you think he had said. You got up quickly, still in shock but hoping that it was really your mind playing tricks on you. Hesitantly you continued to shop, even though there was a little voice in your head telling you to get the hell out of that store.

Bucky POV

FUCK she’s so beautiful, he thought to himself. The way you stared at him, it was clear you wanted him the way he wanted you. This was the moment that he had been waiting for ever since he laid eyes on you. He had never been this close to you, it was like a dream come true. You smelled like candy, your beautiful e/c eyes meeting his. Just how he had imagined but better. The way you apologized made him hard. Just think of how submissive my y/n will be to me mmmm I’m going to devour her in every way possible he thought to himself, smirking.

Bucky ran into you at a coffee shop near your house. It was love at first sight for him. He watched you interact with your friends, smile, laugh, and it was like a match made in heaven for him. He knew he needed you to smile for him, laugh for him, and live for him. He followed you home that night. Making sure you wanted to be safe, of course. But his monthly visits turned to weekly and then turned to daily. He eventually managed to get into your home. You left a space key under your mat, and he felt so happy yet disappointed that you would endanger yourself like that. “When we live together, I’ll make sure you don’t make silly mistakes like this” he said to himself as he got into your home.

He went through your house just browsing, seeing if anything interesting caught his eye. He then made it into your room and continued to look through your things. He found your panties next to your bed and quickly grabbed them and put him in his picked for him to enjoy later. He also took some pictures of you, to also enjoy later.

You were his new routine and he enjoyed every second of it. As time went on he would keep tabs on you, absolutely hating it when you went on dates. He was consumed with jealousy and couldn’t believe anyone would dare lay a finger on you. He knew that this would not fly and he had to make sure to get rid of any roadblocks that got in his way. Bucky murdered them and everytime he did he felt relieved, almost happy knowing that he was that much closer to you.

After his encounter with you, Bucky walked off into the parking lot, one car over from yours, slipping into the drivers seat. His mind started to go wild. He needed you so badly. He wished he could have taken you right then and there. How he wished he could be inside you, your soft moans begging him to make you feel good. His cock soon started to throb at the thought of you. He leaned back in his seat taking a pair of your panties out from his pocket. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, moaning as he exhaled. “Fuck Y/n...you make me so horny...I’m going to fuck the shit out of you when you’re here baby just you wait”.

Wasnt long before he pulled out his dick, stroking it hard. His hips bucking into his hand wishing it was your pussy. He started to think about how beautiful your pretty mouth would be around his dick, how good your tongue would feel swiveling around his tip. Just as he was about to cum, he stopped. He growled and threw his head back lowly moaning your name. “Fuck...I cant take this anymore. I need her” He quickly tucked himself back in and relaxed.

All you could think about was how that guy knew your name. It kept replaying in your head and it didn’t make sense. You headed to your car and started to load everything in. “Hello my Y/n” you heard someone say in a low deep voice. You quickly turned around, your heart starting to beat a little faster. “Umm. Do I know you?” You asked. Bucky sighed and started to walk towards you. “Not yet doll but you will” a smirk on his face once again. You backed up as he took steps forward. “Don’t come any closer, or I’m calling the police”.

Bucky pressed himself against your body, his hands snaking their way to your hips. His face now pressed against your neck. “No you wont Princess, I know you like this. I can tell by the way that you’re breathing that you want me to keep going” his low voice going straight to your core. “N-no please...stop I ..” you tried pushing him off but you started to feel so weak. You had not noticed that Bucky had used something to drug you. All you felt was your body going limp and you falling into his arms.

Bucky smiled as you fell into him, placing a soft kiss on your temple. He noticed that someone was coming over so he quickly pressed your body to your car, and grabbed your face, kissing you. The person walking, walked a little faster as they were feeling a little awkward. Perfect he thought to himself. He placed you into the back to his car, resting your head to a pillow he had just bought and covering you with his sweater. He quickly drove off, leaving all your things by your car.

Your eyes opened, your head pounding. Wherever you were it was dark but comfortable. You groaned as you started to fully wake up, slowly sitting up. Your left hand felt heavy, you tried pulling it and you heard a chain. You yanked your hand hard again, making a loud sound. Bucky heard the noise coming from your guy’s room and he smiled and quickly got up making his way to you.

“Baby you’re awake now” Bucky excitedly said

“What’s going on..why are you doing this to me, where am I?”

“You’re home doll, with me”

“But I don’t know you” you cried softly

“My name is James Buchanan Barnes, but you can call me Bucky. I’ve been looking after you for a while now and it’s been a pleasure but I'm so glad that I finally have you all to myself, just how it was always meant to be”

He started to get on the bed climbing towards you. You backed up as he came towards you, your back was now against the wall, pinning yourself between the cold wall and his broad body. His hand going to the back of your neck, bringing you close to him, your lips almost touching his.

“I’ve waited a life time for this, to have you here with me. You make me crazy and I would sacrifice the world for you. Now that you’re all mine, I won’t ever loose you” he closed the gap between you two, his lips desperately locking into yours. Kissing you passionately, he was hungry and desperate. You turned your head to the side, breaking the kiss.

“This isn’t the way Bucky, this isn’t right. You need to let me go” you begged. Bucky smiled and looked down moving back away from you. It made you feel relieved that he was not too mad due to your actions. He slowly got up from the bed and went over to his dresser, rummaging through some things.

“Bucky...maybe we are in different paths right now, maybe in the future we will be together but now right now, not like this...please Bucky listen to me”, hoping that he would have a little sympathy, you used his name to make it more personal.

“You know , y/n...just because you say we are on different paths doesn’t mean it’s true” he grabbed something and started to walk towards you again. This time his metal arm reached out to pull you by your leg to the edge of the bed, giving you whiplash. He quickly climbed on top of you, pinning your arms above your head with his metal arm and pulling out a syringe with his other hand.

You quickly started to wiggle around trying to get him off you. Shaking your head, “no no please stop no”. Buckys eyes had a hint of madness to them, dark and disturbing. “Don’t worry these don’t hurt, it will make you feel better I promise”. He quickly injected it to you and you soon started to feel get hot, with a tingling sensation “This will loosen you up a bit, it’ll make you relax so that we can enjoy eachother baby”

His lips made their way onto your neck, kissing and licking you all over. Your heart started to race, your eyes closing, soft moans escaping your lips, “n-no..” Bucky grunted as his erection started to press against your clothed pussy. His hips bucking forward, dry humping you. He lowered down to your ear, whispering, “ cant you see what you do to me. You’re so sexy and sensual you’re almost making me cum in my pants with your adorable moans, my love. As much as love to hear you right now, I want you to moan and scream my name y/n...begging me to fuck you harder”

All his words, combined with his dry humping made you soaking wet. As much as you hated this you couldn’t help but moan louder. His cock pressing against you was not enough and you needed more. You tried your hardest to resist, “G-get a..way f-from me..” you managed to choke out, trying to not moan anymore and trying to push him off with your body. Suddenly Bucky got angry. Hating how you were fighting him. He tore off your thin leggings in a fast single motion, revealing your soaked panties. He took out his knife and pressed it against you, earning a frantic gasp but you stopped moving. “Stop fighting me doll, for your own good because I swear I will fucking destroy you. I’ve waited too long for this, don’t push me because you won’t like the way I punish you.But......if you behave I’ll make sure to take care of you..real good care darling” he said as his knife traced your body. He grabbed your shirt roughly and ripped it off, slicing your bra open as well.

His mouth watered at the sight of your delicious breasts, making his cock twitch with excitement. His knife trailed down to your panties, making you whimper. “You’re so delicious kitten, I’m going to fuck you so hard. I cant wait till my cock is right in here” he motioned and tapped your clit with his knife. He roughly grabbed them and ripped them open instantly. He threw his knife to the side and quickly started to rub your clit making your back arch with your eyes closed. Your moans now filling up the room. Bucky smiled and took one of your nipples into his mouth, making you quiver and move your hips down into his hand. “Mmm, I knew you wanted this..wanted me...only me” he growled against your chest. “F-fuck Bucky...keep going please”. You hated yourself for saying that but you couldn’t help it, you were in pure ecstasy.

Just as you were about to reach your orgasm, he removed himself from you. Making you whine and buck your hips up, wanting and needing his touch once again. “Don’t worry kitten, I’m not done with you yet”. He quickly undressed and positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing his tip on your clit, making you mewl. “Tell me what you want doll...tell me what you want from me” he coaxed. You didn’t answer, as you were too embarrassed to say anything. His metal hand went to your neck, squeezing it hard. “Tell me y/n..tell me what you want NOW” he yelled, releasing his grip from your throat.

“Fuck me Bucky...please” you finally said. “I don’t think I heard you doll, say it loud and clear”. “FUCK ME BUCKY PLEASE I NEED YOU...PLEASE”. You finally broke. You needed him now, there was nothing in the world you wanted more than to have his cock inside of you, his lips on your skin and his hands all over you. You were finally filled with his big cock slipping in and out of your wet pussy. His hands on your neck, choking you but not too hard like before. His hips snapping in and out of you making your body shake. 

“Such an obedient slut, MY obedient slut. I’m going to break you and bend you to my will. Making you all mine. I’ll make you crave my touch, my attention, my voice. You’re going to live only for me, doll. Only for me” he growled as he pounded into you, rubbing your clit making you loose it. He then started to feel you reach your end, making him moan, “cum on my dick baby...cum for me. Let go” he cooed as he angled himself to reach into you deeper. That’s when you felt your orgasm hit you, your body started to shake, waves of pleasure surging through your body. “Mmm Buckyyyy” you moaned. Making him loose it as well, he coated your insides in his thick warm cum. Pumping himself in and out slowly. Gasping for air.

Fuck he was such a God, he made you want more of him. It was the first night and you were already going crazy for his touch. You wanted him to keep going keep doing you however he wanted, but most importantly to keep pleasuring you. Bucky finally pulled out and laid next to you, looking at your beautiful face. He brought his lips to yours and gave you a soft kiss. “The drug hasn’t worn off baby, don’t think this is over. We’re going until we cant no more, doll.” He said against your lips, flipping you over for round two.

[islesnucks]

hey i love the idea of dad barzy, could you please write something fluffy about that?

We all love dad barzy, I don’t think there would be something cuter. Sorry it took me so long to answer!! Hope you like it!

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BRAID- MAT BARZAL X READER

Word Count: 892

Warning: none

Summary: Mat was pretty cool about the fat he’d soon be a dad, the freaking out started one he realized he’d be a girl dad

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Mathew was pretty calmed when you find out you were pregnant, surprisingly calm considering it wasn’t planned. Yes, you had been together for years, you lived together, Mat had joked many times that a proposal was on the makings, you had even talked about kids and growing old together.

Still, you weren’t actively looking to get pregnant when it happened so it was indeed a surprise, and even though Mat had been calm about it you knew he’d freak out eventually. However you didn’t expect that moment to come at 3am the night after you had found out you were expecting a baby girl.

The bright light coming from his phone woke you up only to find out a really stressed Mat frantically scrolling down his phone.

“Mat babe, what are you doing?” you asked, bringing your hand up to shield your eyes from the light as you rolled on your side to face him.

“I don’t know how to braid.” he replied, eyes still glued to the phone in his hand.

“What?” You weren’t sure you had heard him correct, it didn’t make any sense.

“I don’t know how to braid Y/N.”' he repeated with a serious tone now turning to see you. One look of his face and you realized he was under distress. That was enough to worry you so you sat up in bed next to him, wrapping your hand on his arm, slowly going up and down trying to get him to relax.

“Ok, I’m gonna need you to explain to me why that’s important at 3am.” you told him, now more awake after his troubled expression had washed away any bit of sleep left in you. 

“We’re having a girl and she’s gonna want me to braid her hair and I don’t know how to do that.” he said placing his phone down in defeat, showing he had been scrolling through youtube looking for braiding tutorials.

“Babe …” you let out with a small chuckle. You were touched by it, but knew he didn’t find it cute like you did, you could tell he was genuinely stressed by the fact he didn’t know how to braid hair even though he wouldn't have to yet.

“Come here.” You opened your arms and Mat was already placing his head on your chest as you wrapped them around him, one hand going to stroke his hair like you always did to ease him.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t fall asleep, but I didn’t want to wake you up.” he mumbled nestling further into the warmth of your embrace.

“You’ve been awake all this time?” Shock clear in your voice. He simply nodded.

“I was just thinking about the baby and how not prepared I am to have a baby girl.” he admitted, glad it was dark so you wouldn’t see how his cheeks flushed a little in shame.

“You’re freaking out cause we’re having a girl?”

“Yeah! I mean I’m a guy I know how to deal with a little boy, I was one, but a girl?! I don’t know how to do that. I don’t know how to braid hair or paint nails or anything about make up. I don’t know any of the disney princesses, there’s Jasmine but that’s it!”

He was too deep in his monologue to realize the smile that had formed on your face as you hear him talk. You knew all this insecurities he was suddenly having were only because he truly cared about your baby, he really wanted to be the best dad possible, and as you watched him ramble about all the things he didn’t know yet you realized he indeed was going to be.

“And when she grows up and we have to have the talk or she gets her period or starts dating, I don’t know Y/N-” he was ready to keep on going but stopped to look at you confused once he saw your smile.

“I’m having a crisis and you’re smiling.” he said, a little annoyed but you knew it wasn’t directed at you. In your defense you were witnessing one of the sweetest moments ever. You bit your lip trying to hold in the giggles as you cupped Mat’s face in your hands, wanting him to look at you for your next words.

“I’m smiling cause you’re going to be an amazing dad Mat. You’ll learn how to braid and princesses names and we’ll have time to prepare for those important talks, ok? The fact that you’re freaking out over this shows how much you care. Our little girl is lucky to have you as her daddy and I’m lucky to have you too.” you told him in a reassuring manner, holding his gaze so he could see how much you meant everything you were saying.

Your words proved to be effective as you watched every bit of worry slowly disappear from his face and be replaced by pure love and adoration. Love and adoration for you and your baby.

“I’m lucky to have you.” he replied leaning in to place a kiss on your lips. He then pulled away and scooted down to be eye level with your tummy that after 4 months was starting to show. “And I’m also lucky to have you missy.” he said before placing a kiss there.

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hey no worries!! the other 3 for the fight hcs were iwa, omi, and tsumu!

✗ THEIR S/O GET’S SCARED DURING A FIGHT

ok i really hope this is what you expected because i’m afraid that i might have missed a detail in your request since i deleted it :// (if it’s not, feel free to tell me and request it again !) <33

-> bokuto, iwa, kuroo, yams, atsumu, sakusa

⊹ BOKUTO

• it was just a little argument that you two had on the phone. but bokuto had never raised his voice at you until now, and it was enough to make your stomach twist nervously

• when he entered your apartment about fifteen minutes later, bokuto thought you might have gone to bed already, so he tried to be as quiet as possible

• but no, you were still up, obsessing over the fight. and since you didn’t hear the front door open, you flinched when he entered the kitchen, instinctively stepping back until your back hit the counter

• bokuto’s frown of fatigue immediately vanished at the sight of you huddled in a corner, visibly scared

• « baby what’s wrong ? » he asked, not thinking for one second that you could be scared of him. but it only took one glance to your eyes for him to understand. and he was horrified

• « hey, it’s me ! look, it’s just me ! » he repeated, pointing at his face like it was so obvious that he would never ever hurt you

• your shoulders started to relax, but as much as he wanted to run to you for a hug, he only opened his arms and waited for you to come instead

• which you did, after a few seconds of pondering

• « i’m sorry i yelled. i’m so sorry, can you forgive me ? » he pleaded, bottom lip quivering as he remembered the fear in your eyes

• you were used to bokuto’s hugs, but this one was the tightest he had ever given you. and by far

• he refused to take his hands off of you for the rest of the evening, either stroking your back, your arms or just holding you close against him

• and he apologized about five more times before you two went to bed

⊹ IWAIZUMI

• iwa had wanted to punch many people in his life. but you had never ever been one of them

• however, he tended to be pretty expressive during your arguments. up to the point that you got genuinely scared when he slammed his hand on the table

• « oh come on i’m not gonna hit y- » he started, not realizing the extent of your fear until he saw your shaky hands. « hey… hey, come here. you know i would never hit you, right ? i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have done that »

• he felt like shit, obviously but the anger he felt towards himself would have to wait, because right now you needed his undivided attention

• he reached out his hand for you to grasp before gently pulling you in his embrace. his arms were barely touching yours, like he was afraid of being too abrupt

• « look, it’s forgotten. whatever it was i was mad about, it’s behind us. i promise » he told you, placing the softest kiss on top of your head.

• he wanted nothing more than to bring you to your bedroom and give you the best cuddle session of your life. but then again, he was scared that you might not be ready for that much physical contact

• so he decided that he would first give you a glass of water first, before asking you if you were comfortable cuddling with him

• and you were, although the glass of water had been much needed

• iwa had never been one to pepper you with kisses at the first opportunity, but today was an exception. and a big one

⊹ KUROO

• all it took was for kuroo to put his hand behind his neck in annoyance for you to take a step backwards

• « please don’t » he heard you mutter, eyes closed like you were expecting the worst

• his heart dropped to his stomach in less than a second. he had never thought he would ever see you react like that to something he did

• whatever he was previously mad at you for was long forgotten - the only thing that mattered was your shaking figure in front of his distraught eyes

• his hands cupped your cheeks with the greatest care as he looked for anything in your body language that could show you were uncomfortable

• but it seemed like your fear had passed, some of it at least. so he took a few steps towards you, little by little not to scare you, and leaned slightly so that your faces were at the same height

• he loved that you were smaller than him, but right now the last thing he wanted was too look down on you

• « no matter the circumstances, no matter how tired or upset i am, i would never even think about hurting you. do you understand ? »

• you nodded quietly, trying your best to hold his gaze. his hands were warm on your face, and it reminded you of all the times they had already touched you - always with infinite tenderness and never ever in a hurtful way

• « come here » he smiled, encouraging you to come closer

• as soon as he felt your head rest on his chest, he wrapped the both of you in his jacket, keeping you as close to him as humanly possible

• « we’re staying like this until one of us has to pee »

⊹ YAMAGUCHI

• never in a million years would you ever think yamaguchi could hit you. but it didn’t mean that it was impossible for you to get scared during your arguments

• they were so rare that it felt like he was seconds away from breaking up with you. and just the thought of that made you panic rather quickly

• yamaguchi was so caught up in his ranting that he was more talking to himself than you, really. but that’s also why he didn’t notice your obvious fear immediately

• you were nervously playing with your hands, giving him an absolutely terrorized look that got him to stop talking as soon as his eyes met yours. 

• but the sudden silence only made your fear grow stronger. this is it, you thought as your eyes began to fill with tears

• « please… » you implored with a shaky voice. his jaw slackened in shock. were you… scared of him ? your teary eyes sent a shiver down his spine - he had to make this right

• his cold hands wrapped around yours, holding them carefully as if they were the most precious of treasures

• « i’m sorry » he told you even though he was not really sure of what had scared you so much « are you… are you ok ? »

• the more seconds passed, the more scared he was. and as ironically as it sounded, he started to fear that you might want to break up with him

• hearts tight with apprehension, you two spoke at the exact same time : « please don’t leave me »

• just as you were about to pull the other in for a hug, you stopped in your tracks, taken aback by what had just happened. 

• yamaguchi let out a shy chuckle, and you were quick to do the same, both relieved that you two were still madly in love no matter what

⊹ ATSUMU

• atsumu was dramatic, you knew that. and it was one of the reasons why you loved him so much

• however, him being his dramatic self during a fight was definitely not something you were comfortable with

• he was very demonstrative, especially with his arms. and each of his movements made you fear the worst

• but the second he heard you whimper in fear, you can be sure that he immediately stopped moving, keeping his arms up for a few seconds while he stared at you with wide eyes

• « don’t hit me please » you pleaded, eyes shut closed like you were expecting his fist to land on your face any second

• atsumu absolutely refused to believe he had heard you right. but he had to face the facts : you were shaking like a leaf and your eyes were filled with apprehension

• he was always more than happy to initiate physical contact with you, but right now it felt like he was pulled towards you by an unknown force

• he didn’t even think about what he was doing, just wrapped his arms around your shoulders and rested his chin on your head like he was trying to hold as much of you as he could

• « what kind of sick bastard would hurt someone as cute as ya… » he muttered, not even expecting an answer « hey uh… can ya hug me back whenever ya feel like it ? just to let me know yer alright »

• you took a deep breath to calm your nerves, letting his cologne invade your sense of smell before slowly wrapping your arms around him

• atsumu let out a loud sigh, his chest rising and falling against your cheek. then, his hands made their way to your thighs before scooping you up and heading to the living room

• « here, i gotta make amends » he smiled before sitting you on the couch and slumping over you with the stupidest smile on his lips

⊹ SAKUSA

• you had never heard sakusa yell. and as much as you were glad to have a calm boyfriend, it also meant that he could get scary pretty fast during your arguments

• because quiet anger was often much worse than explosive anger

• you had noticed that his fists were clenched, but he was still not raising his voice and it seemed like he had no intention of doing so

• « this is seriously starting to piss me off… » he mumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers, which only accentuated your feeling that his anger was just bottled up, and that it would eventually blow up

• so as soon as he raised a hand to run it through his hair, you let out a frightened gasp and stumbled backwards in panic

• sat on the floor, you didn’t dare to take your eyes off of him. and this was a sight that sakusa knew he would never forget. you looked terrorized, like a deer caught in the headlights

• the first thing he did was to kneel down to rest a reassuring hand on your shoulder. 

• « are you ok ? » he asked, both referring to your fall and to whatever was going on in your mind « did i… did i scare you ? »

• the piteous sniffle that you let out broke his heart. and it was enough for him to pull you against his chest, letting you sit between his legs as he rested his chin on your shoulder

• he had never felt so guilty, and he was ready to spend hours holding you in his arms if needed

• « i love you. keep that in mind » he whispered, placing a quick kiss on your cheek « and i promise you, for as long as i live, nobody will ever lay a hand on you »

• he spent the rest of the day being the most attentive and cuddly he had ever been, even after you assured him that you were ok.

• and he even gave you two of his sweaters, just to make sure he was completely forgiven

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[mywritingonlyfans]

i like the idea of thomas for the dad/christmas fic 🥺

heeey!!! thanks for comment on it again!!! once again, i'm sorry for not writing that one with the person 'we' mentioned first😅 hope u like it!

-> dad!thomas raggi x reader

prompt: in which, dad!thomas is bit late for xmas to see his little girl! bonus. he teaching his little girl how to play the guitar!

warnings: none, just the good stuff today!! oh, we actually talk more about the 'finals' holiday than xmas itself on here so i hope it doesnt be too awkward for people who don't celebrate it.

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You closed the fairytale book, putting it in its place on the shelf, and then tidied the blanket to cover Alice better. One of her arms was on her new guitar, which Santa Claus had left for her at Thomas's mother’s house; and by Santa you meant Thomas. She was so happy at the moment that you couldn't wait to show him the video. 

 Despise this, the smile on her face hadn't lasted long, you didn't know if everyone could see that she looked sad or if it was something maternal that warned you about it. She was asleep, and even though you could tell she was heartbroken, her long eyelashes rested under the freckles of her chubby face; appearing to be all agitated - she had not cried, but you knew she had held back her tears while you put her to sleep. You didn't blame her, you missed him, too. 

 You hugged your torso, wanting to stay there with her, you didn't feel like going to sleep knowing that he wasn’t home for Christmas. When you looked at her again, with her sad little face, you suddenly felt bad for not thinking about letting her sleep with you; since she liked it when you let her stay in Thomas’s side of the bed when he wasn’t around.

“I love you, angel,” you whispered, brushing her hair away from her face and placing a kiss on the prominent freckles on her nose. She mumbled something you couldn't understand, and smiling silly at your girl, you took her purrs as your cue to make your way to the kicthen.

You hummed one of Thomas’s band songs to yourself after you checked that there was no messages or new call on it. He promised he would at least contact you, and as long as you are together he never was one to broke his promises; so what you could do was wait. 

 It was the first Christmas after you had Alice that he hadn't been able to come back home on time. And as much as you told him that you understood and that everything would be fine, which was true, you couldn't deny how much you missed him.

You kept the leftovers Alice had begged her grandmother to give her on the frigde, remembering how she had planned on eating it with Thomas when he got home. Glad pleased, you could imagine how happy he’d be that she thought about doing it for him. Just when your mind was ready to get lost in a scenario where Thomas would be home for the Holidays, the vibrations of your phone interrupted you.

“Hey, babe. Merry Christmas!” You said excitedly. It was him, he wouln’t forget of you. It was late at night and you had no idea what time it was for him, but still he called. 

“Merry Christmas, babe,” He said in a slurred, almost inaudible voice. He looked a bit sapped and busy.

“It's not a good time, right? I can call you later if you can’t speak right now or are feeling too tired,”

“Nah, it’s fine,” He assured, a bit breathless, getting clearer over the phone. “How was your day? How’s Alice? God, I missed you,”

“It was good,” you sighed, thinking about being cheeky and adding that it would have been better with him, yet you were afraid that it might make him feel worse. “Alice is fine too. She loved the guitar, you will love to see it. I filmed everything, she didn’t stop jumping with it in her arms, telling your parents how it was just like the one his dad have. She misses you so much, Thommy, and I think she’s learning how to deal with it.”

“She’s learning...” he repeated. “I wish she didn't need to learn to deal with me being away from her,”

“Don’t say that, I made a bad choice of words, you know she loves you and she loves even more the way you love her extra when you’re back. She understands, Thomas,”

“She’s 5 years old, Y/N,”

You let the silence fill the chasm between you. You felt how sad he was, he had been away for a long time because of the turns before, still he always managed to return for the special dates - just as he had promised when Alice was born - but this time, well, this time it wasn’t possible.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured and you visualized in your head his eyebrows furrowing as his hand ran agonizingly through his hair, just as he always do when he‘s feeling in low spirits. “You’re right. I should be focusing on the good things, soon I’ll be home, I’m gonna teach her to play the guitar, show her all my love and be the best dad in the world,”

You laughed at his abrupt change in mood mixed with a hint of himself. “I know you will, babe,”

“I’m gonna be the best boyfriend too,” he would give continuity to his words when a loud noise of something falling stopped him abruptly.

“What was it?” You asked. You made it clear that you were suspicious, and by his nervous laugh he knew that. After all, what would he say about the noise that seemed to have come from the room next to where you were? “Oh my god, Thomas, that can’t be you.”

He didn't even need to answer, the sound of your steps going on his way was enough for him to know that you knew he was there, making him curse himself for being so clumsy. And just like in a flash, you were in his arms. He dropped his bag on the floor, giving you al of his attention as he squeezed your shape to his body.

“You’re here,” you bured your face on his chest, letting the feeling of comfort fill your nostrils, and then soul. “You’re really here.” You added in a breathless sigh.

Relief taking over his body as you snuggled into his frame, he grinned, “I promised that I would try my best to be with you all the special dates, didn't I?” He asked, holding your face so he could look at you properly. “Are you crying?”

You nodded at his soft voice. “I’m sorry,”

He laughed, a nasal sound that you missed so much. “It’s ok, 5 months is a long time,” He said, tracing kisses across your face. “I promise I’m gonna love you extra now.”

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It was already possible to see the sun rissing outside, yet you refused to close your eyes and lose any moment with Thomas.

You rested your head on the pillow, waiting for him and thinking of how lucky you were that he managed to catch a last minute flight to spend the New Year at home. He was scheduled to return only after the first day of the year, somehow things would have worked out better than expected and he managed to get back sooner.

“She looks like an angel sleeping so calmly.” He spoke, lying beside you under the covers.

“I thought you were going to wake her up, she'll go crazy when she sees you.”

“I know,” He smiled, proud of himself. He knew she was the definition of daddy’s little girl. “I will wait until she wakes up. I'm dying to fill her with kisses and hugs.”

Still with his charming teeth and cute dimples on display, he pulled you to his chest, trying to wrap you in the blanket next to him. “She loves you. She doesn't care about the time you spend away, as long as you come back to her.” You nuzzled into his neck, squeezing him tighter as you said that. It was likely that this would happen more often, letting Thomas blame himself for that wouldn’t do him any good.

He bobbed, kissing your forehead, enlacing you with the same intensity. “I know, babe,”

“How was turn?” You asked, looking at him, making sure that he was fine. He was thoughtful, but it wasn’t the end of the world.

He told you about his gigs around the globe and you were happy feeling his body soften on your arms. His voice almost lulled you to sleep, but you were sure you would never tire of hearing him talk about what he loves. You showed him the video of Alice receiving the guitar, seeing his eyes fill with water after she said that she‘d be just like her father made your chest almost explode with love. In the best possible way, of course.

“You can sleep if you want, babe.”

“No, I want to spend more time with you.”

“I’m here, I am not intending to go anywhere.” He patted your hair, rubbing his nose through your hairline, and the last thing you remembered was feeling his lips on your temple.

When you opened your eyes again, he was no longer there. You rubbed your eyes tight, trying to adjust to the light, wondering if there was any possibility that it might have been a dream, but then a sweet chuckle brought you back to reality.

Alice was standing in front of you, with the guitar resting awkwardly on her shoulders. Her eyes went from you to Thomas, as if asking him if everything was all right. You smirked lightly at her features that looked the same as Thomas's.

She started playing something, which looked incredibly bad, Thomas wrinkled his nose in an attempt not to laugh so as not to discourage her. He should have spent a lot of time helping her, and she looked like she was trying. Her lips was between her teeth as she concentrated to play her less than a minute of song was so cute that as much as you didn't understand a thing, you couldn’t help but feel proud of her.

“It’s Vent'anni,” Thomas mouthed, waving his hand in a way that would get your attention but not hers. “It’s Vent'anni.”

“Oh my god!” You opened your arms for her as she finished playing, watching you with her excited eyes. “It’s Vent'anni.”

She grinned from ear to ear, handing Thomas the guitar, and then jumping into your arms.

“Did you like this?” She asked happily, making ‘this’ sound like ‘dis’. “It’s not perfect but I’ll get better, right dad?”

“Yes, better than Damiano trying to play It!" Thomas confirmed, stroking her back as he approached you. “Good mornin’, love.” he kissed the top of your head.

“I love you,” you kissed his cheek, wishing he could feel how much you love him. “And I love you too, little one,” you mumbled, pinching Alice’s nose, which eyes was stuck on the two of you.

She laughed, her gaze still on you and Thomas. She looked like a completely different person from the night before.

“Dad said you look cute when you're tired.”

You knew that you looked tired, the day before wasn’t the best and you had barely slept. You bit the inside of your cheek, looking at Thomas who had a silly smile playing on his lips and felt your cheeks get hotter. The reason you still felt that way when he complimented you was a mystery, you liked it anyway.

“You are a gossip little thing,” Thomas joked, poking at her sides.

“No, I’m not.” She laughed, trying to run away from him flawlessly, letting him hug her as she recovered her breath.

“I love you too, both of you,” she pointed a finger at both of you. Thomas's smile was priceless, you could live in there forever. “but can we play more guitar now, please?”

You agreed and Thomas got up to sit upright, putting her between his legs. He looked at you, his face still radiant, you could easily imagine him talking about you with Alice - just like you did talk about him with her as well. He positioned her tiny hands on the guitar, guiding then with his own fingers. His gentle, patient voice teaching her things that both knew she would soon forget and he would have to repeat it all over again - and you knew Thomas would do it without a problem - was lovely to watch. Her head was resting on his chest and whenever she hit a note and heard Thomas praising her, she would turn to you and say "see mom, I did it.” And you swear that you couldn't be happier to have found the meaning of the word home in two of your favorite people in the world.