#also it lays flat really well so it's comfortable to write on

[inuyashaluver]

if you do start doing player x r x player you could do one with leah and alessia 👀

slice of life - alessia russo, leah williamson

alessia russo x leah williamson x reader

description: in which you and your two girlfriends enjoy life together

warnings: i am not shipping these girls together THIS IS FICTION, LOVES, polyamory, i dont really think there's many warnings?

a/n: another fic for my lovelies and its a THROUPLE?! this was actually so fun to write but it’s SOOO RANDOMMMM, i hope you guys enjoy this because i know its not everyone's cup of tea! enjoy, enjoy, enjoy, and thank you so much for the request!

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if someone were to tell you in the past that you would be dating two of your teammates, who also happen to be your best friends, you would laugh in their face. 

you didn’t think it would be possible, basically growing up with the two girls and then suddenly finding yourself in a relationship with both of them. 

it was exciting and just worked, it was a mutual understanding between the three of you. there was just something so simple about being with each other, in the beginning it was confusing but it slowly grew to be more comfortable. 

you all played together in the lionesses, as well as arsenal, so the progression of the relationship came naturally.

you originally were dating leah, when you were 23 and her 25. and as the two of you grew closer, so did another certain blonde unexpectedly. 

you and leah weren’t really sure how it happened, but alessia added herself into the equation, and now the three of you have been together for essentially 3 years and you all couldn’t be happier. 

you had your own lives, the relationship not a secret rather private, and that’s how you all liked it. 

—

“baby, i cant find my boots anywhere!” alessia whines from the living room, you could hear the pout laced in her words, alessia was always one to misplace something and come crying to you for help.

“clumsy lessi” leah chuckles from the ensuite bathroom, watching you trudge out the bedroom to help your girlfriend. 

“lessi baby” you laugh, watching her throw the living room apart for her shoes. “yeah?” her head pops up from behind the couch, you’re unable to stop yourself from smiling at her slightly dishevelled appearance, to which she amusingly rolled her eyes. 

“babe, they’re right there” you snicker, pointing to the two neon yellow cleats by the door. her head snaps in the direction of your finger, immediately groaning once she saw her boots in the place she swore she double checked. her head falls back as she lays flat on the floor, you laugh brightly at the curses falling from alessia’s lips. 

“what’s all the giggles in here for then?” leah’s voice fills the space of your giggles, the older girl coming behind you with her arms wrapped around your middle. your head swivels slightly to face your other girlfriend, the blonde quickly closing the gap and placing a kiss on your lips. 

“lessi’s funny” you mumble against leah’s lips, making her chuckle against yours. 

and of course, alessia’s whines pick up again at feeling slightly left out. leah chuckles when she spots alessia scrambling to stand up, she lets go of you for a moment, spinning you gently into the arms of an awaiting alessia. 

alessia without a second thought cradles your cheek, kissing you sweetly. “i get no fun around here, always sharing” leah mocks watching you too, making alessia outstretch her hand to leah, pulling her into an impromptu group hug. 

you were sandwiched in the middle of the two, the girls now sharing a kiss above you before both of them attack your cheeks with kisses, all three of you giggling cheekily. 

“alessia lost her boots and they’re right over there” you chuckle, leaning back into leah when alessia moves past the both of you to get changed, always finding herself running a little late. 

leah laughs with you as you explained the situation, alessia’s groans only making the moment funnier. “don’t be mean to her, she’ll sulk all day” leah whispers in your ear.

you turn to her with a mock look of offence, “she will not” you whisper loudly back, leah mocks your voice with a smile, running away from you as you chased her back into the bedroom. 

—

“(y/n) was so mean to me today, you know? i asked her for help in a life or death situation and she just laughed at me” alessia explained to a laughing vic and kyra, making you stop rolling out your quads in the gym with leah, “i told you” leah says under her breath but you heard it. 

“russo! it was not life or death, it was just your boots!” you exclaim, making alessia snap her head toward you, “who do you think you’re talking to? who is russo?” she scoffs, clutching her heart at hearing her last name fall from your mouth instead of your usual pet names. 

“i’m talking to you” you grumble, feeling leah place her hand on your bicep, giving it a gentle squeeze. “baby, that hurt!” alessia chuckles, playfully winking at your unamused expression. 

you turn to look at leah, looking at her for back up. 

“lovey, she’s mucking around, go kiss and make up” leah pleads with a smirk, clearly teasing you. you give her a slightly shocked expression, the older girl usually backing you up in situations like this. 

“lee-” you pout, leah places a quick kiss on your lips, squeezing your cheeks together to form a pout. “no, darling, go make up with less, i’m not dealing with the bickering all the way home” she says firmly, always the most level headed in your relationship. 

she gives you a hand up before giving you an encouraging squeeze to your hips, pushing you over to alessia sitting on a bench. you huff but sit on the blonde’s lap, her hand immediately placed on your thigh as you sat down. 

“hello, gorgeous” alessia swoons, kissing your cheek affectionately despite your blank stare. “say i wasn’t mean to you” you say simply as alessia tries to kiss your lips before you dodge it. 

“baby, i was joking” alessia smirks, bumping her nose on your cheek. “alessia” you whine, the blonde giggling as she placed more apologetic kisses to your cheek, making a little giggle escape your lips occasionally. 

“you weren’t being mean, baby, i’m sorry,” alessia says earnestly, making you smile down at her cheekily before giving her that kiss she wanted, later talking with her and the other girls back and forth before you made your way back to leah. the younger blonde giving your behind a playful slap. 

“thin ice!” you remind her, walking into leah’s outstretched arms. “good girl” leah croons, giving you a tight squeeze and sending alessia a wink. 

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“what if she forgot something?” you say to leah anxiously, the blonde watching you pace in front of her with an amused smile on her face. 

“two weeks ago, you were fighting about boots” leah chuckles, you send her a glare and she stops, “she didn’t forget anything, love, you packed her bag” leah reminds you, 

“i know, but i’m worried about her” you say anxiously, thinking about your girlfriend who was currently travelling to australia for a friendly match against the A-league all stars team. both you and leah weren’t selected in the team this time. 

“my girl,” leah coos, “alessia will be okay, baby, i know you miss her” you pout and flop on the couch,  “you’ve got me though, sunshine” leah teases, smoothing the furrow between your eyebrows with the pad of her thumb.

“i know, lee, i love you” you send her a small smile "i love you more", you couldn’t help but miss alessia, the three of you were so used to each other’s company now. when one was away from the trio, it made the other’s a little sad, even if they didn't want to admit it.

leah could tell alessia’s absence was hitting a little harder than normal, she missed the other blonde too but didn’t want to dampen the mood. leah knew, the only thing that you were thinking about was that message from alessia that she had arrived at the hotel.

“how about we watch an episode of our show? i promise i won’t tell less” leah attempts, clearly working by the ways your eyes lit up at her words.

leah immediately grabbed snacks and made the couch more comfortable, cuddling up next to you and pressing play on the tv.

you kept anxiously checking the time, waiting for alessia’s message that she had landed safely. cuddling with leah on the couch, the two of you chatted. 

you felt bad about your mind being preoccupied about your girlfriend when your other one was basically melted on top of you but you knew leah understood your worries about the youngest out of the three.

it was until leah’s phone began to vibrate that you both sat up, seeing the name ‘lessi bear’ on leah’s home screen with a silly photo of the two of you under it.

leah chuckled at the sound of your gasp, shaking her head amusingly before passing you her phone, you answered immediately. "pause the tv" you hiss before pressing the green button.

“8 seconds, williamson, that’s appalling” alessia grumbled, hating when leah was slow with answering the phone, “oh, you're not williamson, hello, baby girl!” alessia says brightly, you smile back at her through the facetime call, ignoring the scoff that came from leah’s mouth.

“i can’t believe you called leah first and not me!” you tease, watching alessia laugh brightly, dressed in one of your hoodies, her hair lightly framing her face with the hood on top of her head. she looked so comfy and cozy, you were really missing her at this point.

“leah told me to call her first” alessia clarifies, smiling at you with pink cheeks, “traitor” leah mumbles, “what was that?” you smile at leah, clearly smitten at hearing the voice of alessia.

“nothing, darling” she smiles, kissing your temple affectionately before reaching out to hold the phone for the both of you to be in the frame.

“how was your flight?” you ask her, weirdly shy for some reason, something alessia caught onto quickly, she chuckles, rustling in the bed slightly adjusting herself to be more comfortable.

“it was good, love, except i dropped my phone during the beginning of it” leah laughs at alessia through the phone, you couldn't help but chuckle as well before your other girlfriend began whining about how you both didn’t love her.

after a room tour and chatter between the three of you, you couldn't help but grow a little drowsy, the time difference proving to be a little difficult for you.

“as soon as she hears your voice, she’s out” leah grins at a dozing you on her chest, alessia chuckles affectionately, “i miss you both” she breathes out, taking a few screenshots of the cute scene playing out in front of her.

“she's been worried about you, less, she keeps thinking you forgot something” leah says quietly, her hand rubbing up and down your back in an attempt to keep you asleep.

“don't tell her, i forgot my phone charger” alessia says sheepishly, leah bites back a laugh, body shaking a little but some miracle keeping you asleep. "the one thing she told you to pack yourself" leah teases, alessia rolling her eyes "shut up, babe"

“i knew it” she whispers, chatting back and forth with alessia, making sure to go captain mode and tell her some tactics. 

“say goodnight to her for me?” alessia pleads, leah nods instantly, kissing the crown of your head before whispering “lessi says goodnight, bubba”.

they exchange a loving goodbye and a kiss to the camera before getting some sleep. you and leah waking up extra early to watch the match.

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leah sits at the kitchen island of your shared apartment absolutely glued to her computer, the older girl insisting she must be the one to book all your flights for the off-season, not wanting anything to go wrong at all.

alessia was on the way home from her australia trip, having already landed and getting a lift with steph, her house close to yours. you were currently making some dinner, alessia’s favourite that she had been begging you to make for her when she came back home.

leah was extremely focused on her task at hand, offering you simple, ‘mhm’, ‘yeah’ and ‘okay, baby’ when she could. 

you were bored waiting for alessia, only needing to do the finishing touches when the blonde walked through the front door. you wanted to cure your boredom with your other girlfriend but she simply was preoccupied and you couldn’t have that.

“i'm thinking of going to get a new outfit tomorrow” you attempt, “that’s nice” leah offers mutely, barely giving you anything. you frown at the lack of response from the england captain.

“i can’t wait to see alessia” you smile, “mhm, me too” she mumbles, you scoff at her response, you know she’s doing something important but you were just so bored, and alessia was due to come home at any minute. the rapid typing of leah’s keyboard was beginning to get on your nerves.

“you know, alessia is definately my favourite player” you say proudly, hearing the complete silence now filling the room. leah looks up at you with an icy glare, suddenly all her attention devoted to you.

“do you want to say that again?” leah grits out before being interrupted by alessia trudging through the door.

“lessi!” you say happily, rushing over to alessia and pulling her into a tight hug, alessia drops her bag to catch you just in time, chuckling affectionately as you clung onto her. “aw, my love” alessia grins as you peck her cheeks repeatedly.

she places you down with your arms interlocked, “don't look so happy to see me, lee baby” alessia laughs, both of you now looking at a frowning leah, her arms crossed firmly over her chest as she watched you two in your loved up bubble.

“what’s her problem?” alessia whispers to you, you just shake your head and smile up at her brightly, “doesn't matter” you assure, pulling her in for a quick kiss.

“i’ve got a bone to pick with you, russo!” leah complains.

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you know the drill - pretend it’s you! ily tooney

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"tea" - emily prentiss x fem!liasion!reader

summary: you make a cup of tea to help you sleep

wc: 1.2k

cw: none, really? mostly fluff, & just emily being the best girlfriend ever

a/n: i'm in an emily phase rn and i'm not responsible for the fics i write ok ly all bad

A teal, ceramic mug with I <3 MYRTLE BEACH carved into it is cradled between both your hands as you lean against the kitchen counter. Your sleepovers at Emily’s apartment have become more and more frequent these days, which is lucky for you, really, because now you have a drawer where you can keep your comfortable, printed pajama sets. The set you have on tonight is blue, decorated with cartoon puppies. The shorts ride up your ass a little as you lean against the counter, but it’s no matter to you. Not right now, not when you’re the only one awake.

Or so you thought. 

Emily’s steps are akin to that of a kitten as she pads into the kitchen. Her ivory skin is the first thing you see, standing out in contrast of her dimly lit apartment. Then her dark hair, pulled up in a chaotic bun on the top of her head, leaning a little to the left because she always sleeps on her side. 

“Shit, Em, did the kettle wake you?” You grimace as she treads softly towards you. Her eyes squint to adjust to the light you have on over the range, and she reaches a closed fist out to chuck your chin playfully on her way to the refrigerator. 

“It’s alright,” she says, her voice like sandpaper compared to the usual velveteen you hear all day long. She must have been deep asleep, then. You feel a pang of guilt tug at your heart as you take a long sip of your tea. Emily grabs a handful of green grapes from the bowl in the fridge, popping one into her mouth. She glides to stand against the kitchen island, opposite a small stretch of linoleum from you. “You’re having trouble falling asleep again?” 

You shrug a little, trying to be nonchalant about it, but the truth is, you’ve been unable to fall asleep for a few weeks now. You chalk it up to a bad case about a month ago - unfortunately, both the unsub and their latest victim didn’t make it. You’ve had cases that didn’t end well before, but this victim was a young girl and you can’t help the way this one lingers in the back of your mind, like a bad aftertaste. 

“I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me, baby,” Emily says before crunching down on a grape, the last one in her hand. You set your tea down on the counter beside you and cross the linoleum street that separates you and your girlfriend, wrapping your arms around her neck. Her satin pajamas tickle your cheek as you press your forehead into the crook of her shoulder. 

You cling to her like a koala and Emily just keeps her hands on your waist, holding you closely as you embrace her. She smells like jasmine and vanilla, and you almost want to chastise her because you know that means she stole your perfume. 

“My head just feels very full these days,” you sigh after a few moments, pulling away. Emily uses her hold on your hips to guide your back against the kitchen island. You hoist yourself up onto it and Emily moves to stand between your legs. 

“It’s that Oregon case, isn’t it?” she asks, tucking your hair behind your ear with one hand, the other palm resting flat on your thigh. 

“How’d you know?” you ask, an eyebrow quirking upward. 

“You asked Reid to help you finish your report on it,” Emily begins. “Two out of three cases since then have revolved around young girls, like you’re overcompensating, and Derek told me he saw you zoning out by the coffee machine while Anderson and JJ were discussing the case.”

You feel pink rush to your cheeks. All of Emily’s evidence is factual, much as it pains you to admit. “Is that all?” you deadpan, feeling a little sheepish. You also want to lay into your coworkers for being such tattletales. As the Communications Liaison, you generally maintain a well-rounded, professional disposition, but you suppose even your attitude at work has been lacking recently. 

“And, y’know, the gut feeling,” Emily adds. “You’ve been a little slower getting ready for work, almost like you’re dreading it.” 

“We agreed, no more profiling at home,” you remind her. She runs her thumb over the dimple in your chin. 

“It’s not profiling, it’s knowing my girlfriend,” Emily bites back with a compassionate sincerity that makes you want to eat her alive. How did you get so lucky? “You’re usually dragging me out of bed in the mornings, not the other way around.” 

You rake your fingers through her hair, meeting her dark eyes in the soft, dim light of the kitchen. This is as romantic a backdrop as any, in your opinion - lovelier than Paris, Rome, and London combined. You’ve always heard that to be loved is to be known, and boy, does Emily know you. 

“Well, I’m sorry for waking you up,” you concede in a slight change of subject, tracing your thumb across her hairline. “D’you want some tea? It’s that herbal stuff for sleep that Penelope recommended.” 

Emily shakes her head, kissing your jaw gently, then your cheek, finally your lips. It’s brief but it carries so many words. “No, thank you,” she says in a whisper, then steps back, grabs your cup from the other counter, and hands it to you. 

You take a drink, the warmth seeping in through your nostrils. “Do you love Myrtle Beach, Em?” you ask with a small laugh as you examine the mug in your hands. It’s obviously handmade, with the splotches of teal paint and weird lumps - and the lack of a handle. 

Emily just laughs, turning around and hoisting herself up onto the countertop beside you. You eye her smooth legs sticking out of those black, satin pajama shorts, and, uncontrollably, you set your mug down and place a hand over her thigh. “I’ve actually never been to Myrtle Beach,” she says. “I bought that at a thrift store.”

“So, you buy designer pajama sets off the rack, but you shop for your mugs secondhand?” you chortle a little, drawing circles into the sliver of pearly white thigh peeking out from her shorts.

“Yep,” Emily confirms, popping the ‘p’ at the end of the word and shooting you a sideways smirk. “I like some things luxurious, but other things with lots of personality.”

“And which one am I?” you ask all-knowingly, leaning a little closer so your mouth was mere centimeters for hers.

“Oh, c’mon, now, you know you’re both.” Emily teases, then kisses you softly. 

You smile into the kiss, one hand curving against the smooth angle of her jaw to keep her face by yours for just a moment longer. “I really am sorry I woke you up,” you whisper as you pull away. 

“Don’t be,” Emily insists, resting her forehead against yours. “If it comes down to staring at the ceiling all night or waking me up by making tea, just wake me up. Okay?” 

You start to pull back, but Emily’s hand cups your cheek to keep your eyes on hers. “Okay?” she repeats. 

You nod. “Mhm. Okay, Em.” 

“Good, sweet, lovely girl,” Emily murmurs, pecking your lips once more before hopping off the counter. She offers you a hand to help you down. “Let’s try again, shall we?”

[luveline]

Congrats on 40k Jade! Also hi, I hope you're having a great day (I'm really nervous this is my first time sending in a request I'm so sorry if I sound weird)

𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐨𝐤 —send me a hurt/comfort request for any reader and any character and I'll write a ficlet, 2k or less

Can I request a reader that has a bit of a temper and got told that no one would like her because of it so she's a bit insecure about herself? My favourite character is James so maybe with him or with Remus whichever you prefer (and they reassure her and it's awesome because your writing is just so awesome)

Congrats again <3

luveline's 40k party ☆ thank you so much, you didn't sound weird at all dw ♡ fem!reader

The day has been long, your feet dragging up the steps to Remus' flat. His door sticks and the only radiator that doesn't need bleeding is the one in his bedroom, so it's cold, and you're irked. You kick out of your pinching shoes and hang your jacket up, which falls on the floor. You pick it up and it falls again. Huffing, you put it on the sideboard and trudge down the hallway to Remus bedroom. 

"Hello, my lovely," he says without looking up. 

There's a notebook in his lap. He's wearing his reading glasses. If you were in a better mood you'd try to distract him by laying across his thighs. As it stands, you're fucking exhausted. You flop down in his bed and curl towards him where he's sitting against the headboard. 

"Tired?" he asks. 

"Mm." Tired isn't the right word, but the right word makes people cringe at you. 

Today has been awful and you hate the part of you that wants to rail about it. You can't help how you feel; this anger glows molten. It makes you hate yourself, which irks you worse. You grab one of his pillows and pull it against your chest to squeeze it until your arms hurt. 

"Bad day?" he asks, pen scratching.

You exhale. "A bit," you say into the pillowcase. 

"Sorry, dovey," he says. There's the sound of paper leaves catching against one another and the clink of a pen put away. "What did you say? I needed to finish writing that edit down before I forgot."

You're not mad at him in particular but your voice comes out tightly strung anyhow, "I said it was a bit of a bad day."

Remus hears your tone and refuses to skirt around the issue. Not from a want to be confrontational, but a direct way of going about things. "What, are you mad at me?" 

"No," you say, turning away from him. 

"You seem mad." 

"I think I am." 

"Well, now you don't sound mad," he says, dipping down to talk into the back of your neck. "Now you sound upset. Have I upset you?" 

"No, Remus," you say. Mad to sad to mad again, your shoulder and spine ache with rigidity. 

All his questions didn't make you mad, but you were mad to begin with, and so what might usually be very normal turns to irritating. In the moment, you've no hope of controlling it, and, not wanting to further subject Remus to any misdirected annoyance, you shuffle out of his reach. "I just need a minute," you say. 

Remus is used to your temper, though you often worry he'll grow tired of you and your big moods and throw in the towel. You count useless numbers in your head and curl your fists into balls until your bones feel like they're too big for your skin, wanting to deal with it alone. 

A minute or two later and Remus reaches for your side. "I was trying to lighten the mood, and it wasn't my best work," he says, tip of his thumb drawing semi circles into your shirt. 

Remus taking the blame for your emotions has you frowning, rabbit-holing into twisting thoughts. He's always been good for you and good to you, accepting of your short fuse. He's not always sunshine and lollipops himself. But, he's not angry half as often as you are. Does that bother him? People have said to you before that your temper will be the ruining of a good thing, that Remus won't want to deal with it. And it makes sense. 

You don't want to deal with it either. You don't really feel like you have much choice when it comes to being mad. 

"Sorry," you mumble. 

Mattress springs groan as he leverages himself closer to you. Familiar, his hand sneaks under your shirt to tickle the soft roll of your stomach. He draws a slow and winding line with no end nor goal in mind, uncaring of the pouch you get laying down. Remus doesn't really care about anything that could be marked superficial. It's one of the many reasons that he's markedly the best person you know; he loves everything that you hate about yourself without hesitation. Like your anger. 

"Do you want to set a rule?" he asks. 

"Pardon?"

"Humour me. Let's make a condition before we have this conversation." Remus stops drawing to slide his hand between your hip and the mattress, hugging you to him. "I'll assume you're not mad at me even if you sound angry, and you can assume I don't mind." 

"Do you mind?" you ask. 

"Well, I don't love when you're angry, but I know it isn't at me so it won't matter." 

Reassured enough to face him, you meet his eyes. 

"I know I have a tendency to make it sound like I'm angry at you when I'm really mad at someone else," you say. 

"That's not true. And I ask, don't I? If I think you're mad at me?" Remus' already dulcet voice drops to a murmur, words said slowly and with as much care as a person can put into words alone, "I don't know why you feel like you're such a bad person for being angry." 

"Because it's all the time," you say. Your throat burns with the effort that it takes to stay intelligible. 

"It's not all the time." 

"It's often, and it's not fair to you." 

"It's not fair to take it out on other people, and I promise you I'd let you know if you were doing that. So… could you just tell me why you're mad? Without worrying I'll take it personally." 

"It's not about taking it personally, I don't want you to take it personally, but it's just– it's just ugly, isn't it?" 

Remus frowns. "Honestly? I don't think so. You have to be angry sometimes. Everyone gets angry and those feelings need somewhere to go, or it'll eat you up inside and make you bitter instead. Like… okay, he'll forgive me for telling you this, but Sirius used to get into these awful angry tirades where he'd shout at nothing, you know? And I hated seeing him do it, but I wasn't sitting there thinking he was ugly for it. I just kind of hated that something was able to occupy him so heavily. And that's how I feel about it when it happens to you, dove." 

"He used to?" you ask, the bridge of your nose flat to his knee. 

"Yeah, he did." Remus pushes your shoulder flat to the bed beneath you and leans in to give you a kiss. The corner of your mouth takes the brunt of it. 

"Did you kiss him like this, or–" 

Remus laughs and hugs you, "A discussion for another day," he murmurs. He gives you a last kiss and squeeze and then sits up. "So shout at me." 

"I don't want to shout at you." 

"You know what I mean. Tell me what pissed you off today." 

"Are you sure?" you ask. 

"Yeah, I'm sure, I like the way your eyes look anyways, when you get riled up." Remus finds your hand to hold. "Tell me, dove. I'll be angry with you."

[captainfern]

hi cap! i didn’t think i’d ever send in any requests but i just adore your writing and would love if you could make a Price x plussized!reader fic. Like who’s insecure about her weight/body and Price gives her some reassurance (😏). It’s extremely hard to find plus size friendly fics but I just think Price would treat a big girl so well😩

hi darling !! i hope this is okay <3 and as a plus-sized gyal, i appreciate the ask :)

oh and btw, @391780 writes amazingly for plus-sized readers, and i’m sure they can recommend you other great writers too :3

18+, fem!reader+plus-sized!reader

when you’re married to john price, there is absolutely no reason to feel self conscious around him. he is the most supportive, loving man you’d ever met, and he shows so much genuine appreciation for you and your body that it made you melt every time.

apart from fucking you (of course), his absolute favourite thing to do is to stretch you out against the bed, opening your thighs enough for his head to settle between them. he loved the warm weight of your thighs against his shoulders and the side of your head, and he loved being able to wrap his large hands around them too. sometimes, if he was in a particular mood, one of his hands would shift to the softness of your belly and push down, simply feeling the beauty of you.

price’s tongue would start flat against you— licking hot stripes up your wet folds, again and again, enjoying the way your legs trembled against him. then, he would suck your clit into his mouth, skimming it gently with his teeth as his tongue laved across it. goddamn, his cock would ache painfully in his trousers at the pretty moans that fell from your lips.

then, he’d finally stuff your wet hole with his tongue, his facial hair scraping along the supple skin of your inner-thighs, making you shiver. he’d grunt and groan into the slick heat of your pussy, eyes fixated on the way the mound of your tummy began to quiver and contract at the approach of your orgasm— an orgasm which he happily lapped up, grunting into you.

oh my god, and when he finally fucks you? the closest thing to heaven on earth, you think.

he loves positions where he can hold onto some part of you in a nice, firm grip. he’s obsessed with laying you on your back, your upper body slightly propped against pillows, so he can fuck into you. he’ll hold the fat of your thighs, kneading and groping and groaning at the pure soft warmth of you beneath his hands. his cock reached deep inside you, stuffing your full, his broad hips snapping against yours.

price also fucking loved it when your stomach rubs up against his. he really loves it. buried to the hilt inside you, grinding his hips against yours with your puffy clit snagging on the coarse hair at the base of his cock, price savours the feel of your tummy against his. your belly so pliable— just begging to be painted with his cum— so soft, so fucking yummy against him. god he loved it. he loved you.

despite his raging breeding kink, price would pull out and paint your pretty round tummy with his pearly white cum. he’d splatter your skin, and then smear it further— smooth it between the rolls, over your navel, up between the crevice of your breasts. all the while, he’d mutter sweet nothings to you while his cock grew hard at the sight again.

“y’just such a pretty girl, aren’t you, sweetheart? look how pretty you are all covered in my cum. s’how it should be. gotta cover this beautiful body in my cum an’ paint this tummy nice an’ white, hm?”

price also loves doggy. but, he makes sure you’re nice and comfortable and supported. he’ll have you lean over the arm of the sofa, or maybe the kitchen counter. he’ll bend you over on your shared bed, several pillows propped up beneath you so that he could get the best view of your plush arse and thighs.

fucks you like a madman in this position. not as gentle. grips your hips tightly, and will smack your arse just to see the lightly dimpled flesh ripple— on a few occasions, the sight almost made him com straight away.

his hips would slam against your arse, which he was pulling apart with strong hands, spreading your cheeks to get a good look at your dripping cunt. you were so wet, gushing around his cock as he fucked you, cockhead reaching the base of your womb. the slick, gummy walls of your pussy sucked him in, the bed creaking beneath the pair of you as his thrusts grew harsher, your face and breasts pushed against the bed.

“that’s it, sweetheart, there are go. can feel this pretty pussy clampin’ ‘round my cock. you wanna come? you wanna come ‘round my big cock, pretty girl?” he’d almost say it like a taunt, and it always made you fucking come. you’d squirt around him, dribbling out and around his cock. he’d moan loudly in response, his rutting never once stopping. “there we go, good girl— that’s a good girl, mama. such a good pussy, jus’ for me, hm? an’ this pretty fuckin’ body’s all mine too. all fuckin’ mine.”

this time, he’ll come inside you, filling you up nice and full until you’re dropping with him. he pumped his cock in and out, pushing as much of his cum into you as possible. he loved the roundness of your tummy, the fullness of your breasts and the thick warmth of your thighs— but he was addicted to the thought of your belly growing even bigger with his baby.

[nighttime-horrors]

The way you write HABIT is everything… <3

Could you write something about HABIT and the reader living together domestically? Maybe reader having to obey and act like they love HABIT so it doesn’t yknow.. kill them. Reader might actually start to enjoy HABITs presence after a while and stuff. (Basically Stockholm syndrome-) idk like domestic fluff with a touch of angst

Idk I’m sorry if this ask doesn’t make any sense 😭

⊹ฺ Requested by a lovely Anon! ♡

⊹ฺ Characters: HABIT (EverymanHYBRID)

⊹ฺ Contains: GN! Reader; Mentions of death (not descriptive); HABIT is his own warning ♡; Use of "bunny" as a pet name; The usual Predator/Prey dynamic; A forehead kiss; Allusions to something like Stockholm Syndrome; SFW

⊹ฺ Note: I'm so sorry for the wait!! I really hope you enjoy this and I'm sorry if I'm a little rusty! Thank you for the request! <3

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Your eyes lazily stare at the being across the room.

HABIT is leaned against a table, both of his palms laying flat against its surface. You don't know what's going through his head and you aren't sure if you want to know. With HABIT, it could be anything, and more often than not, whatever was going on in his mind wasn't good. Your stomach twists slightly at the thought.

"Hey, bunny." HABIT's voice is sharp and commanding. His eyes don't leave the tabletop, but you feel as though his gaze is burning into you. "C'mere."

You're immediately on your feet and walking away from the couch you were curled up on. Your nerves scream at you to stop moving or to run the other way, but you continue to take quick steps to the demon. You stop at the other side of the table and know that you're noticably more tense than you were a moment ago. To make things worse, you know HABIT knows it, too.

HABIT finally looks up from the table, eyeing you up and down with a raised eyebrow. "Why're you so far away?" You quickly fix your mistake, nerves barely settling at the slight gleam of amusement in his eyes. Once you round the table, you offer HABIT a shy smile, looking at his face. You're still too scared to look him in the eyes. You make yourself, though, ignoring the pain that comes with it. The eyes only belong to the body HABIT's in, now. You don't know if Evan's ever coming back.

He finally moves from his position and properly turns to you. You know he can see how tense you are, the inward curl of your shoulders and the way your hands resist balling up at your sides. You're scared of him and he knows it. He lives for it. HABIT knows how much something as simple as his presence hurts you; he's tortured and killed your friends, has tortured you, yet he can still see the slight hint of softness in your eyes. His favorite activity is taking advantage of that part of you.

His smirk broadens and you flinch. One of his hands slowly raises at your side, barely skimming your arm. You can't help the shiver that runs through your body. HABIT's hand goes from your side to your torso, continuing to move upward until his fingers made contact with the leather collar around your neck, squeezing the material in his fist. Your eyes widen and your throat suddenly feels tight.

You had forgotten that the collar was even there. Ever since HABIT had fully taken over Evan's body after being summoned, it had been around your neck, tight as ever. It hasn't come off since HABIT put it on you and the only time it ever even moved was when HABIT decided to use it as a leash or the few times you had tried to pull it off. None of those attempts had ended well, and even if it was just in your head, you would have swore that it got tighter each time you tried removing it. Each tug at the fastener in the back did nothing for you.

HABIT pulls you closer to him and you realize just how much has become normal to you in regard to him. You wouldn't say you'd become comfortable around him, you weren't sure HABIT would let you be if it were a possibility. Despite the fear and unease he pulled from you, however, you also somehow felt safe. It was like you knew deep down that you were too fun for him to just throw away. You were sure things wouldn't stay like that between you forever, but for the moment you would let yourself toy with the idea of being safe with him. Being safe enough to keep from dying was enough.

"Aww, bunny," he coos, a chuckle rumbling through his chest. "There's no need to flinch. You know I won't hurt ya." You look down instinctively at his hand around your collar before looking up at him. Your eyebrows are raised in a disbelieving manner, but not in a way that would make him angry. You managed to somehow keep the look lighthearted. The look must have been soft enough, because before you knew it, he laughed, giving you a loud and uncharacteristic kiss on your forehead.

You hate to admit it, but you love HABIT's soft moments. They're incredibly rare, but when they happen, you always take advantage of them. Even though there was no reason for it to happen, HABIT's softer moments felt natural to you. It was almost as if the two of you hadn't thought about killing each other, or as though he hadn't killed your loved ones and possessed your favorite person. Moments like this made you feel warm and like you weren't in danger. You hated how it made you feel, but it was a welcome escape. Almost like a necessary evil.

"Oh, come on, bunny. Don't look at me like that." HABIT teases, unwrapping his fingers from your collar and moving them to rest against your throat. "It makes me want to hurt you."

[dollyyss]

this is a kind of heavy topic, so feel free to ignore it if you don't feel comfortable writing it, but could i request how the main 4 and butters would react to finding out reader s3lf-h4rms? like they see the scars. if you're not okay with writing this, feel free to ignore/delete this ask

To whom ever may read this. You are loved. It is so rare.. and beautiful to live, to think we got so lucky to end up here on earth is crazy.. how everything worked out for you to be here. There are so many answers, and life is one of them as well as many ones we have yet to figure out. If you are ever considering harm on yourself, you have a place to come and speak. Here! Or to whom ever you deem more comfortable to you. But please also seek out helplines that can get you the professional help needed. I love you all. Xo.

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝑲𝒀𝑳𝑬𝑺 𝑮𝑨𝑵𝑮 + 𝑩𝑼𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑺

𝙀𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 ₊ ⊹

𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥! 𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝘼𝙐‧₊˚✩彡

𝙆𝙮𝙡𝙚, 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙣, 𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙮, 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘽𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𐙚

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢, 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨. 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤. 𝙑𝙞𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙.

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

Kyle 🐇𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒🪐

- He’s taken back to say the least. Heart broken and torn. He’d never really thought about the long sleeves on warm days, the constantly trying to hide parts of your body with them. He also narrowed it down to, being shy, or just liking the baggy look to your clothing. But it all really made sense when he finally found out and he curses himself for not realizing it sooner.

- Kyle probably finds out by 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡. He had been at your place trying his best to help you study for your test in chemistry. When you asked him he immediately jumped to help. He always wanted to see you succeed, to do good in your classes so he’d take any chance he could to help you with whatever you wanted. It was a long tiresome study session but when it was done, his back met your bed in a comfortable manner, long body under your sheets whilst your back laid against his chest, laying between his legs.

- His fingers traced the small of your palm, tracing every line. You had not much thought to it, letting him run his finger tips along your skin, and up the sleeve of your hoodie. It’s when he stopped in a particular area and moved side to side along the ridges. Suddenly the world was quiet. The hum of your fan being the only source keeping you here rather than drifting into a dark corner of your mind.

- He won’t say anything directly about them, not wanting to trigger anything for you. But he knows. And finds ways to bring comfort without directly bringing it up.

-“Y’know, there is so much for you out there and you have yet to even know half of it. This is such a small portion of your life.. the beginning of what will make thousands of memories. And.. I’m sure it would be nice to be able to recall those memories in times of need, to look back at everything. So, stay.” He’ll give words of affirmation, squeezing you tight.

Stan .° ༘🎧⋆🖇₊˚ෆ

- He’s speechless. I think more than anything he stands in shock just flat out staring at you, his face slowly twists in one of a sad expression and he’s slightly shaking with nerves. How could you do this to yourself?

-he can’t exactly understand how you could but he tries. He doesn’t know exactly how to help you, though he’ll suggest therapy. If it’s something you aren’t willing to do he sits and listens to anything and everything you ever have to say.

- Stan finds out by Evidence. He’s walking out of your bathroom when he notices something you should not have in there, he’s quick to pick it up rushing into your room and confronting you about it “what is this?! What are you doing with it?” I think he knows in the back of his mind but he can’t wrap his head around it. Like I said he can’t understand how you could. When you tell him it’s been quite a while he’s a bit calmer, steadying his breathe and he’s quick to throw the item away immediately. He stands, watching you show him and it all sinks in. He kinda regrets getting a little stern but he just wants to protect you, even if it has to be from yourself. Stan’s face slowly turns, he opens his mouth to speak but not a word comes out nothing but a soft groan.

-He’s not great with words but he stands in your room with you embracing you in his arms for as long as you need it. He let you cry into his chest that night, so many kisses pressed to your head, tilting up your chin to give you such a warm loving look. It’s one of the few times you see Stan look so sad yet so loving all at once. Sometimes the silence can be a good silence.

Kenny ₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉

- I think In a way Kenny can understand. He’s the one that understand the most out of the group. I mean especially coming from him, someone who knows quite a bit about pain and how awful it can be to deal with or have happen. It still doesn’t change the initial shock, but his eyes aren’t so winded anymore as he softly sighs. He gets it, But he begs you to please don’t do it ever again.

- He asks very few questions as he finds out by you changing. He sees they’re old, so he won’t pry but he’ll ask why, questioning if there was things that went on in your home life that he didn’t know, if people were hurting you. He wants to know mainly to find the source of the issue, to help you.

- He’s a physical lover, in many aspects. So when he sees it he’s slow to stand from his bed, his hand stoping you from putting your shirt on. “Why?” There was a look of questioning before you looked done to the scars. Ah. Right. His hands come to roam over them, lips pressing at each and every one. “You deserve so much.” He mumbled against your skin, grabbing your hands and placing them around his waist whilst his own held onto your face. “I know it’s weird to explain, but I understand. Just please come to when you feel this way again, you’re my world and seeing you like this.. it hurts to know that I couldn’t have helped sooner.” His voice is in a soft rasp, pressing a kiss to your lips and letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

-He always has an open ear. He tries to keep it to your place whenever you feel like talking because he wants absolutely no distractions when it comes to this. He wants to have his full attention on you. For a while he becomes quite caring. Like, doing absolutely everything for you. But when he knows you can do things for yourself he dies it down a bit, he’s just a nervous mess. He wants to be there when you need him.

Cartman 🎧✮🧺✧˖°

-He’s. Angry? But not like angry at you, angry at himself. Cartman normally is the dickwad, piece of shit person, the smartass, the know it all so how could he have been so god damn stupid to miss the signs. He’d a bit confrontational, he seems bitter but it’s more or so about himself. Even though he seems hard and tough, he’d lose it if he ever lost you. And I mean lose it.

-Finds out due to suspicions. You’ve been so distant from him, touch wise at least. A bit quiet. You won’t sit near him, you’ll talk to him but not as much, fuck you wont even look at him, and he snaps. He hates the no attention, that not being able to just do what you two used to be able to.

-“What happened to you? You don’t want me anymore? You’ve been so god damn distant from me lately I’m starting to think maybe we should just end this” his words are like venom but he just doesn’t know the full story quite yet. When you go to walk away he grips your wrist, causing you to widened your eyes, tugging away as quickly as you can. “Oh stop it. Just being dramatic for some god damn atten-“ his hands slowly leave your arm when he notices. “I didn’t.. I didn’t know..” you look down, rubbing at your shoulder and looking the other way. “Yeah well maybe you should think before you speak Eric.”

- He feels bad. Awful. As if he committed the worst crime you could muster up. “Stop. I’m sorry. Please just.” He’s never one for words, ever. But there are rare moments, moments you look forward to as you know that these moments show you how much he truly does love you. “Don’t do that shit again you hear me? It’s.. it’s... love you too much.” He struggles to find the words, pulling you into his warm embrace.

Butters ˚☆🐈*๑

-Oh the most panicked of them all this sweet sweet boy. He probably breaks down. He try’s desperately to figure out why you didn’t tell him, that he’d never be mad you for this. But it’s really just his sheer emotions in that moment that make him ramble. When he’s calmed down, he’ll sit and listen to you, wiping away his tears and hold your hands.

-He finds out by Exposure. The two of you had been laying on his floor, doing whatever craft and or activity he had planned for you two to do! He was good at that, always finding things for the two of you to do together. When you were reaching for the coloured pencil to touch up your drawing butter’s smile softly faded, his eyes lingered on your arm before slowly looking up with such teary eyes. “Oh butters, butters listen to me baby they’re old I promise you they’re old” you’re quick to rush to him. He’s quickly sitting up, biting his bottom lip while the tears run down his face, like a race begging to finish. “H-how long ago? How ol-old please tell me you’re okay, oh Hamburgers I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be asking such questionsss” he softly drags out his last word quickly grabbing you to pull into him. Your body snug between his legs, he’s hiccuping, sniffling. He can’t control himself.

-He’ll calm down eventually he just hates that he had no way of ever being able to help even if it was far before him, he still wishes there could have been someway. The two of you end up laying back down on his floor, both cuddled up and staring out of his open window to watch the stars. “Yknow, when I’m sad, I like to look up at the stars and talk to them. I know they can’t hear me but it’s a comforting thought” his face is buried in your hair. “Sometimes having something or someone to talk to without words back to ya’ is quite a nice feelin’” his fingers trace your shoulders kissing behind your ear. He’s silent for a moment “everything worked out so perfectly for you to be here.. and it worked out well enough for me to find you. I’m so thankful you’re laying here with me. I love you.”

[irisintheafterglow]

Hii! I saw ur requests were open and I was wondering if I could request gojo x fem!reader where gojo comforts the reader? (They’re bf and gf) Just like this ——> https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSNM9STn9/ it seems kind of cute and I always wonder how gojo would comfort the reader like this. I get these random sad episodes where I get sad out of nowhere and most of the time there was no reason why and also sometimes it would make me tear up and blame myself for those episodes cause like why would I get sad when there’s nothing to be sad for, you know? Soo yeahh this is my request… i hope its not much🥹💙

bad days and blanket burritos

cw: mild angst/fluff, established relationship, pet names (baby, love, sweetheart), he just loves you so much :(((

note: HI LOVE !!! omg that video is literally so cute i love it. sending you so much love; it's not your fault that we get sad out of nowhere. it just sucks and i totally get that. hopefully this makes you feel a little better when you feel that way <3

likes, reblogs, and replies are appreciated!

"baby?"

"here, 'toru," you call from your shared bedroom. you'd been in the same position for hours, curled up on his side with your face on his pillows. his head pokes out from the doorway and you can barely see his eyebrows draw together in hidden concern. "hi, love. how was the mission?" you try to muster the energy to sit up but decide against it when your forehead pounds like you were knocked by an anvil.

"easy there, sweetheart," he whispers, cradling your head while you fall back against the sheets. he crouches by your side, taking your right hand in his left and running his thumb over your knuckles. with his free hand, he undoes the tie of his blindfold and you smile weakly when you meet his eyes. "what's goin' on?"

"i really don't know," you admit quietly, swallowing the emotions welling up in your throat. "i just feel so sad and i can't even rationalize why."

"you don't need to rationalize anything, baby. if you're sad, then you're sad, and that's okay," he reassures you, pressing a light kiss to the back of your hand. "you do, however, look like you need water. when's the last time you ate?"

"i have no idea," you murmur and he nods patiently. without another word, he disappears into your closet and pulls a thick blanket from the top shelf. turning to look at him, you watch as he lays it out on the empty side of the bed, taking great care to make sure it's flat. when he's satisfied, he travels back to your side and gently starts to roll you onto the blanket. "satoru, what are you-"

"shh, just let me take care of you," he insists and you can't help laughing a little as he slowly wraps you in the blanket like a burrito. after you reach the end of the blanket, his arms slide under your legs and back and lift you off the bed like you weigh nothing at all. "you like your little cocoon, baby?"

"sure, 'toru," you reply, fitting your face into the crook of his neck. he walks you to the living room couch and plops you down unceremoniously, adjusting pillows around you so you're at your most comfortable. "what are you doing, love?"

"trying to make you less sad," he replies, shooting you a heart-stopping wink and reappearing from the kitchen with a straw in a glass of water. "now, drink. when you're done, let me know what you want for dinner because i am starving."

"thank you, satoru. you're too good to me on my bad days." he tsks with his tongue and resettles onto the couch with you, draping an arm around your shoulders.

"i'm in love with you, silly. i'm here for the good and the bad, whether you like it or not."

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pain meds

ghost/soap/female reader

wordcount: 3,591

warning/tags: 18+ smut, non con, sexual assault dark themes, taking advantage, medications, lying, manipulation, gaslighting, pussy eating, grinding/humping

authors note: first long fic here, woohoo! pls do not read this if it's nae yer cup of tea. i'm trying to write darker themes and nae feel guilty, and here was the first thing my brain made so pls enjoy! also am i projecting a bit? aye, but it's fine!

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it’s been a rough, tiring day and your body just cannot handle it anymore. you’re currently sat in the lounge, curled up on the worn out couch. you’ve been wanting to go to your bedroom for twenty minutes now but every time you move to get up, pain spikes through you. seems you’ll have to bite the bullet soon though.

“ye awright hen? yer lookin’ a bit peely-wally.” soap comments as he walks into the lounge with ghost behind him. you don’t bother to move your head up to stare into their eyes, keeping your face pressed into one of the flat cushions.

soap sits across from you, while ghost takes the space next to you on the couch, your knees pressing together due to him man spreading. “am fine soap, just sore.” you shrug him off, desperate to just get into your bedroom where your meds are. “c’mon, tell us what’s up.” ghost responds, his voice gruff and slightly muffled from his balaclava.

you want to shrug him off too, but now that both men are staring down at you with concern, theres no point trying to lie or ignore them. “it’s just my chronic pain. been really bad all day.” you say quietly. both men let out soft exhales at your answer, but soap is first to speak up. “need anythin’?” he asks, not taking his eyes off of you.

a light groan leaves you as you move slightly on the couch and pull your face out of the pillow, looking over at soap. “my pain meds, been wanting to get off the couch for ages now to lay down and take them.” you chuckle weakly and ghost is fast to answer. “want me to grab them and bring them through?” he asks, looking down at you with beady brown eyes.

“no no it’s alright, need to take them in my room.” you say weakly, pushing the blanket off of your body as you try stretch your legs out which sends a sharp pain through you. “why can’t you take them through here?” ghost questions, his eyebrow raising slightly. “long story short, they get me high off my face and i only feel comfortable taking them in my room.” you answer truthfully, looking at ghost.

“fit are ye on?” soap asks innocently, smiling kindly at you which makes you feel warm inside. “codeine, strongest dose.” you tell him, to which soap makes a low whistle. “yer on the proper strong stuff.” he chuckles, glancing at ghost who returns the eye contact. “assuming that you don’t take it often then.” ghost chimes in, looking down at you as you try stretch your limbs out.

“god no, wouldn’t be able to function. only take them when it’s real bad, can barely think let alone focus on them. it’s like my brain goes fuzzy.” you explain, all your words sinking into both mens minds and being stored away. “and you’re all alone when you take them?” ghost asks curiously. “yeah? i mean, the meds make me drowsy and tired so i wouldn’t be good company.” you chuckle before you’re pushing yourself off the couch and stretching with a low whine.

a few of your joints crack loudly as you stretch out a little, the pain spiking and ebbing away a few times. “well, i’m gonna go take them now. i’ll see you in a few hours.” you say softly, waving at both men who watch you. “dinnae be silly hen, we’re nae leavin’ ye alone in that state.” soap responds, standing up and stepping towards you as ghost gets off the couch.

“what are you on about?” you ask with a raised eyebrow and confused expression. “just like soap said, we’re gonna take care of you. would be pretty awful of us to let you suffer alone like that.” ghost answers, his voice stern to let you know theres no way of changing his mind. “that’s very kind of you guys but i can deal with it myself, like i have been for the past year.” you answer with an amused chuckle, but both men don’t laugh or smile which causes you to stop.

neither man speaks, and for a moment there is this uncomfortable tension that has you desperate to scurry away. “we’re teammates, gotta look out for one another.” ghost responds, and you feel your heart flutter slightly. they just want to help, look after you for a bit. and god, does that sound good. even though you can handle it usually, it’s still a whole ordeal to go through, and to have not one, but two of your close teammates help just a bit. it sounds really good.

“you sure?” you ask, wanting to know for definite. “aye hen, we’re sure.” soap responds, taking another step forward to wrap a strong arm around your waist and guiding you back to your room. well, no turning back now you think. ghost follows behind, watching soap support you back to your bedroom. once you make it, you feel soap’s arm pull away and you sit down on your neatly made bed, a sigh leaving you as you fall back and lay down on the clean duvet.

“just tell us what you need, we’ll get it for you.” ghost mumbles, looking around your room and spotting the packets of pills on your bedside table, as well as the full boxes of the codeine that has several warnings in red on it. “you really weren’t kiddin’ when you said they were strong, huh?” ghost comments, looking back at you as you lay on your bed.

a soft chuckle leaves you as you shake your head slightly, not saying anything as you push yourself up and rearrange your blankets and pillows to get comfy. “if you could make a hot water bottle and grab me a bottle of water, that would be perfect.” you say, looking up at both men that tower over your bed. ghost nods, grabbing the empty hot water bottle from your bed and leaving, making his way to the kitchen.

“so chronic pain eh? first time a’ve heard of that from ye.” soap says as he sits down on your bed, next to you but with his legs hanging off the side, feet firmly placed on the floor. you look over at him and shrug your shoulders sheepishly. “just never felt the need to tell anyone aside from price. it only gets really bad when i’ve pushed myself way too far.” you explain and soap nods in response. “were ye born with it?” he asks, head tilting to the side slightly and all you can see is a puppy when you look at him, his big blue eyes staring into yours with curiousness.

“yeah, so not much i can do about it.” you smile, a bit of sadness behind your words that soap notices but doesn’t say anything on. he doesn’t reply, unsure of what to say and instead sits a little closer to you. “well at least we can take care of ye, eh? deserve a break.” he says comfortingly, placing his hand on your thigh to give it a light pat which sends a soft blush across your face.

soon enough, ghost is making his way back into your bedroom with a hot water bottle and a fresh water plastic bottle. he doesn’t say anything, placing the plastic bottle on your bedside table and the hot water bottle next to you on the bed. you thank him softly, sliding the hot water bottle behind your back and pressing it into your lower back as you sit propped up with your pillows.

without a word, ghost is grabbing one of the half empty packets of your codeine tablets and handing it to you, where you pop too white pills out and swallow them down with the water. “so, how long till they kick in?” ghost asks, sitting down on the comfortable chair at your desk you use frequently. “uhm, around fifteen to thirty minutes. and when they hit, they hit strong.” you explain with a chuckle.

“we’ll keep ye company, pet.” soap says with a smile, still sat on the bed near you, his hand no longer touching your thigh. you’ve known these two men for about a year now, worked several missions together and trained together. you’ve gone for drinks, attended parties and events but somehow, never spent time in the others bedroom for more than five minutes. even though you’re nervous, to be around others on your meds, you have an underlining trust with them. after all you’ve gone through in your line of work, you kind of have to.

during the twenty minutes from when you swallowed down your pills, the three of you engage in casual conversation, talking about work and family life. it’s mostly soap talking but ghost chimes in enough for it to feel like a three way conversation that has you relaxing. once it hits around half an hour, you can feel the codeine take affect, your eyes unfocusing slightly and your brain feeling fuzzy around the edges. your body goes limp against the covers, shoulders untensing.

both men notice the change, how your sentences start to become more simpler and how it takes you longer to respond to the conversation. “that codeine kicked in then, hen?” soap asks with a chuckle and you groan, curling into your self a little as the drug starts to dig it’s claws in deeper and make you feel disorientated. “yeah,” you mumble, grabbing for your water to chug the cool beverage that feels like heaven sliding down your throat.

ghost and soap exchange a look that you miss as you chug the water bottle, soon putting it back on your bedside table as you feel weight on your bed beside you. was someone in your bed? when did that happen?

you look over, ghost now beside you while soap stays sat on the edge of your bed. “huh?” you ask, confused as to why they’ve moved closer. “grounding, will help keep you calm.” ghost murmurs as he wraps his strong arms around your frame and pulls you back so his chest is flush with your back, legs entangled on the duvet. a soft whine leaves you, not understanding what’s really happening and why ghost is holding you.

but it feels really nice, god it feels better than that. to have this shred of comfort while you’re in this state, it’s soothing and you’re grateful for it. you don’t answer, instead sinking into his touch as you lay there and let the codeine suck the pain away. soap watches on silently, taking in the sight before one warm hand is being rested on your calf, not moving.

“yer oot of it, aren’t ye?” soap asks as your eyes flutter shut and you press your face into the pillow for the cool relief it provides. “huh? no m’not.” you grumble after the words finally sink into your fuzzy brain, taking longer than normal. both men laugh at this, knowing it’s a lie.

“sure love,” ghost mutters into your shoulder, his balaclava brushing against your skin and causing you to flinch, your sense of touch heightened from the drugs which makes soap grin. “sensitive wee lass.” he says as his hand now moves up your calf and to your thigh slowly, rubbing at the warm skin which makes your thighs twitch and subconsciously try to shut, but soap’s strong hand stops them.

“eager, aren’t you mactavish?” ghost teases, looking at soap from over your shoulder, his eyes showing smugness. “fuck off ye bawbag, ah ken you are too.” he mutters, glaring at ghost as his hand grips at your thigh a little tighter which pushes a confused whine out of you. “shh, you’re okay.” ghost whispers, his voice gravely and sending a pulse straight down to your core.

“wh-what are you guys doing?” you groan, your eyesight slightly blurry around the edges as you slowly open your eyes and push yourself up a little to look over at soap who sends you a cheeky grin. “takin’ care of ye pet, lay back doon.” soap commands in a sickly sweet voice, and who are you to deny him?

ghost presses a flat palm to your chest and pushes you back down into the bed, his arm then coiling around your waist giving you no room to move or wiggle. “just needed someone to look after you, eh?” ghost rumbles quietly, watching the way soap’s hand teases at your thighs, dipping into your inner thigh for a moment or two before pulling back. “go on then, touch her.” ghost orders with stern eyes, which makes soap’s head perk up.

“you heard what i said, touch her.” ghost repeated, his voice a little lower as he watches the words compute in soap’s brain. soap isn’t one to disobey orders, and soon his hand is ghosting over your crotch, lightly pressing on your clit. you gasp and whine, face pressing into the pillow. your meds have always made you sensitive, made you feel like an exposed, raw wire.

soap’s pressure soon becomes harsher, pressing harder and harder onto your clit as you gasp and whine pathetically, trying to writhe in ghosts hold. “want more hen? huh?” soap chuckles, looking up at you as he cups your crotch. the codeine starts to sink in even further, meddling with your brain and for a moment you stay silent, trying to convey a sentence or even a couple words.

“words, love.” ghost whispers into your ear, his balaclava pressing against your flushed ear. “wh-why do i feel..” you trail off, trying to find the word somewhere in your drug induced state. “good?” you finish after a moment, and both men chuckle condescendingly at your words. “wonder why.” ghost comments as soap begins to pull your pyjama shorts off.

it doesn’t take long for soap to get them down and off your legs, thrown to the side without care as he leans down between your thighs and brushes his thumb slowly down your clothed cunt. all that lies between the two of you is your simple black underwear, making the touch even stronger. you gasp out as he pressed down on your clit, his other arm wrapping around your thigh to get closer.

“put that tongue to good use, yeah?” ghost says smugly, looking at soap who growls quietly before he’s ripping your underwear off and delving into your cunt like a starved man. you cry out, back trying to arch as your fingers frantically grab at your duvet. soap runs his wet tongue over your slit, making his way up to your clit while ghost combs one of his big hands through your hair. “feels good huh? you like johnny between your legs, isn’t that right?” he whispers into your ear, his hand thats wrapped around your wait tightening ever so slightly.

you let out a high whine, groaning as you turn your head to the side quickly which causes you to feel dizzy and fazed, panting softly into the pillow. is… is johnny eating you out right now? god you can’t even wrap your brain around that right now, your drugged mind too fried by the pleasure to think much. short, pathetic whimpers leave you as johnny continues to eat you out with no remorse, your wetness dripping down his chin and soaking his face.

your hips buck up several times without you realising, your eyes rolling back as you drool onto your pillow. soap is groaning into your slick cunt, his fingers digging painfully into your thighs so you can’t escape even if you wanted to. his tongue is thrusting into your soaking hole, paying no attention to your clit as he enjoys your whines and gasps. he isn’t doing this for you, he’s doing it for himself.

ghost watches the scene before him, his trousers growing tighter and tighter around his crotch. (he was already hard at the idea of you powerless against him and soap). he slowly runs his big hand up to your chest, sneaking under your t-shirt and bra to reach your puffy nipple that he meanly tugs on. a soft cry leaves you, the touch too rough causing you try squirm away but it’s useless. he chuckles softly at your reaction, resting his chin on your shoulder as his hips roll up and grind against your arse.

a quiet sigh of relief leaves ghost as he grind his hips up, finally getting some touch to his neglected cock as he continues to toy with your nipples. your entire body is boneless between the two soldiers as you take all they are giving you. it’s too much, your mind unable to fully comprehend if this is real or some wet dream you’re currently having after being knocked out by your pain meds.

you’re not sure if it feels like five minutes or five hours, soaking in the pleasure and mean touches while your mind fizzles away from the codeine. soon enough it grows too strong and you’re falling asleep with soap’s tongue inside you and ghost’s bulge against your backside. they watch as the meds lull you into a deep sleep, head pressed into the pillow and mouth agape. this doesn’t stop soap though, he stays between your thighs for several more minutes, his hips soon grinding down into the mattress and humping like a dog in heat until both men are coming in their boxers.

the two of them tidy you up and tuck you into bed with your underwear and shorts back on, not leaving a single trace of themselves as they exit your room and go off to do their own separate stuff. it’s not until a few hours later that you wake up groggy and alone, your room now dark. you squint your eyes, looking to your left and making out the half drunk bottle. you waste no time in snatching it and gulping down the water before clumsily climbing out of bed.

you try to recall what happened before you were knocked out, vague memories of soap between your legs and ghost behind you. they sexually assaulted you… right? or was it all just a twisted wet dream? you’re sure you really felt them touching you but you’ve woken up all alone without a single bit of evidence to back up your accusation.

you saunter out of your room, not looking too good as you try track down both men which doesn’t take long as you find them in the lounge, quietly talking between themselves. “oh, there ye are hen. were ye takin’ a nap like?” soap asks, seeing you walk into the room with a confused expression. they take in how disoriented you are and do their best not to laugh. in their eyes, you look just like a lost puppy.

“what? you knew i was asleep. the both of you took me through to my room and.. and you touched me after i was all drugged up.” you frown, accusing them while you stand in the doorway. ghost chuckles quietly, staring up at you. “bad dream?” he asks, causing soap to laugh.

“fit de ye mean drugged up? did ye take somethin’? is that why yer accusing us of being perverts?” soap asks, a questioning expression on his face as your face contorts to confusion. “huh? i told you guys, how i take codeine sometimes for my chronic pain?” you say, not sounding totally convinced as you slowly sit down on the couch across from them. “codeine? chronic pain? first time a’ve heard of that love.” ghost replies, leaning forward a little to look at you a bit more intently which has goosebumps rising over your skin.

“i told you guys this already, and then yo-you took advantage of me. i remember it.” you mumble, feeling more and more defeated as the conversation continues. “think those meds have scrambled yer brain a tad pet, that never happened. codeine is pretty strong, sure it’s nae just them messin’ wit ye?” soap responds, concerned as he looks at you and it makes you feel even worse, the guilt starting to eat up at you as you see how sincere they are. did you truly just make all this up in a dream? it’s common for your meds to blur the lines between dream and reality, you’ve fallen victim to it many a time.

you feel absolutely mortified now, rushing out of your room to accuse two of your close friends of sexual assault, thank god no one else was around to hear your accusations.“…i gu-guess so. i’m really sorry guys, my meds they always play with me. make things feel real and make other things feel like dreams. im-im so sorry for accusing you of that.” you usher out, the embarrassment washing over you. both of them shake their heads, “it’s okay darlin’. we forgive you, ain’t that right johnny?” ghost says, glancing over at soap who smiles. “course, nae hard feelings hen.” he responds and looks over at you.

you let out a sigh, your hands running through your hair as you close your eyes. “can’t believe i thought that was real.” you chuckle weakly, leaning back into the couch and soap laughs softly. “so you gonna tell us fit happened in that wee dream of yers then?” he teases playfully and you flush pink, shaking your head frantically. “god no,” you utter and soap laughs again at your embarrassment, ghost joining in.

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@juvenillia

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28th may fic rec!

here are some fics i really enjoyed this month in no particular order!

Shadows Come With The Pain That You're Running From (Love Was Something You've Never Heard Enough) (51K) by yrsacd

a Band AU in which Harry isn't allowed to be who he really is and the North American Tour might bring some unexpected truths into the web of lies and also a bit of heat that has very little to do with the summer in the US.

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Help me (298K) by louxhazxx

Harry is innocent. Louis is not. Louis is a dom and a part of the BDSM community. Harry is not.

When Harry meets Louis and finds out about his lifestyle he wants him to teach him everything. Louis is hesitant at first, but what happens when he eventually agrees and they start a special kind of BDSM relationship without a contract? Will everything go well, or will there be complications?

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a crown of heartache (70K) by WordsInBloom28

The Royal Tail: an alpha den, a strip club, a place where secrets are concealed and consent is medicated. It’s also the place Harry has been trapped for the last three years.

Through luck or fate, Harry finds his way to Louis, a kind alpha who offers safety and comfort. After being freed from the confines of the den, Harry struggles to shake the darkness from his past.

He has a choice to make. Live in a mental prison of his own making or find the strength within himself to face his demons head on with Louis at his side.

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Could Be A Catastrophe (29K) by hazzahtomlinson | @itsnotreal

Louis is one of the two veterinarians in town and somehow gets lucky enough for Harry’s three cats to be his clients.

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giving you all you want and more (giving you every piece of me) (2.5K) by lousdelicatepointofview (starryhaze) | @starryhaze28

“Wanna feel pretty.” Harry whispers, looking up at the ceiling. His face is painted in a soft yellow hue that’s coming from the fairy lights Louis has hung all over his loft. His features look soft, cherubic even.

He’s so young, so young and broken and Louis always patches him up but never fixes him.

“You are my love.” Louis replies his finger tracing over the right laurel tattoo. And Louis knows by the way Harry grimaces that he doesn’t believe him.

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Together unfold (71K) by marcythesassykitten | @marcythesassykitten

the one where Louis is determined to be insecure and stubbornly lonely forever, until Harry comes along to mess up that particular plan.

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Written In The Stars? (50K) by unscattered_horizons

Niall is a writer. Well, technically he's a bar tender who's working towards the day when he pays the bills with his poetry. But for now, he works late and writes in the afternoon before his shifts, and shares a flat with his friend, Shawn. They were strangers before they lived together, but now they're inseparable.

His other friends from uni don't live far, and Louis and H have a kid now. Niall's in no rush to follow in their footsteps. He's happy with his life.

But he has a side job writing horoscopes for an online magazine, because London is expensive and he needs the cash. Niall may not realise it, but some of the horoscopes reveal more about his heart than he's ready to acknowledge. Niall's side gig might prove to be a catalyst for an entirely new life, one he didn't even know he wanted until it was staring right back at him, waiting for him to take a chance and trust his instincts.

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What I've been calling the horoscope fic. Inspired by a Tumblr post

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Maybe It's Heaven (81K) by therogueskimo | @bravetemptation

When Harry Styles finds himself forced to go home for Christmas, the last thing he expects is to fall in love.

But then he meets Louis Tomlinson … again.

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May You Enjoy Your New Life (264K) by aimmyarrowshigh

It begins for them all at the bungalow –

'Alright, time to lay out the cards. We’re in this together and hopefully, for the long haul, yeah? So I think – you know, we should just be honest. It’s deal-breakers time. That thing that like, if we’re gonna hate you or something, just tell us all now.'

When One Direction begins, Harry Styles is a sixteen-year-old boy foundering under the pressure of impending fatherhood. His ability to balance the sobering responsibility of caring for his tiny daughter, Millie, and the exhilaration of seeing his own dreams coming to fruition affects not only his future, but those of Liam, Zayn, Niall, and Louis, who never expected fealty to be the key to their success. But Liam is the first to show him how to grow up without growing old, and Zayn is the first to defend from the public what is private and precious. Louis -- Louis is the first for a lot of things; for most of the moments of Millie's life and for the moments of Harry's that matter. And Niall is the first to toast when Millie is born: Go maire sibh bhur saol nua -- 'may you enjoy your new life.'

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Allegiance to your burning heart (82K) by driveinbingo | @joekavaliers

“Have you written any more new songs?”

“I have, yeah. Lately they’re just…coming out of me.”

“Are there any more about me?”

He places a hand on the back of Louis’s neck, carding his fingers through the hair there. It’s getting long again, almost the length it was when Harry left. “They’re all about you.”

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In the ten years since he last saw his ex-boyfriend, Harry has become very rich and very famous and everything's just great, thank you very much. He definitely doesn't even think about Louis anymore. And he's certainly not going to let a ghost from his past haunt him as he embarks on the biggest tour of his career.

Except Louis always did find a way to crawl underneath his skin, didn't he?

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Secrets in Winter (82K)by softfonds | @softfonds

If Harry Styles thought he was going to have a peaceful winter while staying far away from the rake who lived across the street, he was sorely wrong on two fronts. A Victorian AU.

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the very last drops of an ink pen (47K) by staybeautiful | @harruandlou

 just after midnight on Harry's 30th birthday, he realizes he can't do another year without change. So, he forces it. Breaking up with Louis might have hurt less if they weren't co-owners of Studio 28, living within walking distance of each other, and if he wasn't the thing Harry was most afraid of losing. Secluding themselves on their shared estate in an attempt to save their working relationship may shed a light on where everything else started going wrong. And perhaps give them a chance to fix it.

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Give Me Truths (110K) by iwillpaintasongforlou (The Rainbow Cookie series) | @canonlarry

the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy.

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I Like to Watch (9K) by larry_hiatus | @larry-hiatus

If there’s one thing Harry loves, it’s watching his husband Louis get fucked by other men. After picking up a lad called Zayn who is baffled by this concept, the three men are in for a wild night.

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If you made it this far, here are some stats and a cupcake!

I read 37 fics and a total of 1,657,404 words (yes thats a lot but i love reading and also a fast reader)

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[chaoticallyfluffy]

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

Thank you do much to @zorilleerrant for tagging me! It’s been so long since I’ve been tagged in one of these I’m so excited :D My word is JUICE.

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1: J (Unnamed WIP. Yes obviously Billy is the kid, who do you think I am?)

Just as he was about to start CPR, the kid opens his eyes, looking blearily up at him and breathing calmly as if he hadn't just died. No gasp of air to make up for at least five minutes of breathlessness, no panicked glancing around wondering why they're under tons of rubble. The kid just… blinks at him.

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2: U (Unnamed WIP, Clark's POV)

Ugh. Magic. He should have minded his own business from the start. Unfortunately, there's no way he can run from this now, not with Zatanna looking at him with so much hope in her eyes.

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3: I (From an almost completed one shot)

"... Is he high?" Barry questions. Victor turns around to glare at him. "What!? I'm just asking!"

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4: C (From chapter 6 of 'Learning to Live')

Captain Marvel pulls a jar of metal screws from… who knows where, and hands it to Clark with the most innocent face known to man. He was practically glowing. Hal has no clue whether he did this to screw (hah) with Clark or if he was genuinely just trying to help, but he honestly couldn't care less when he sees the resigned look cross Clark’s face before he eats the entire jar, glass and all, in seven seconds flat.

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5: E (from and unfinished fic called ‘Two Halves, Never Whole’)

Excuse him?? Was he just profiled by an old rich jerk with an ego big enough to purchase a gold encrusted pen? (Yes, you heard him right, there is a golden pen laying on the coffee table.) Just because Billy doesn’t have any money, a home, or any way to sustain himself doesn’t mean he’s a thief by default! He’s a hero for goodness sakes! Billy walks past the table, now lacking a golden pen, and plops down onto the ridiculously comfortable couch. Rich people are so annoying.

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Doing this made me realize that I dont have nearly as much writing done as I thought. It was really difficult to find all the sentences! Also I got tagged in like three more of these while I was working on this one! Am I supposed to do all of them? I want to but I’m not sure if I have enough drafts!

Tagging @teehhhhhhhhhhh and @wildglitch ! Anyone else is encouraged to join as well! I don’t know who has been tagged already or not.

Your word is “WORD”

[trulyyours-rune]

YOU’RE LITERALLY FEEDING US MALE READERS 😔

i was wondering if you could make a sub bill x dom male reader 😭 bills just been a little tease to the reader and the reader is getting annoyed and he knows how to teach him a lesson?

i’m obsessed with submissive bill..🫢

I'M SO SORRY FOR LEAVING Y'ALL. I just had a massive writing block and all. But boy didn't you guys fill my inbox 🤭

(Also thank you for specifying when sub or Dom I always stress abt it 💀)

Warnings: Male reader, smut, I suck at writing smut, public sex, mirror sex, pet names, language, read what you're comfortable with.

Bill Kaulitz x Male Reader

Hell. Absolute hell.

It was 3 in the goddamn morning, and you felt gross. You haven't showered and you're still in your pajamas. (Bonus points for comfy clothes) The plane left at 5 in the morning for it being a 8 hour flight.

You and the band didn't want to deal with paparazzi and big crowds at the moment. You were even surprised the airport was even open. The place was silent and it seemed that you guys we're the only ones here besides staff.

You all sat down in that waiting area, in the uncomfortable supposed to be so called "cushioned" seats, it only felt like concrete. Felt like someone kicked you in the ass, twice.

Bill was in the seat next to you, but he was leaning over and his arms draped over you. He was exhausted, obviously not a morning person. His hair wasn't really styled and more flat, he also wore your hoodie to remain warm. (Fuck it, he always has to be wearing either something you got him, or he just stole naturally.)

Your arm was wrapped around him, he was nearly half asleep but he couldn't bring himself too. He needed something to wake him up. He knew how to.

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3:28 A.M.

Georg was nearly asleep, his head nodding as his eyes open on and off. Tom with his head tossed back and eyes closed. There was Gustav, who seemed awake since 1873 and somehow sane.

"Y/n, schatz?" "Hm?" You hummed in response, Bill's voice was tired and soft. "Can we please go to the bathroom?" He asked, his voice slightly muffled from his face now in your neck.

"Not now, love." You sighed out, it was 3:30 after all. Bill got upset, hugging himself tighter to you. It wasn't long until he started to roam his hands on your body.

His hand trailed to your thigh, rubbing it gently. He knew what he was doing. You knew what he was doing, and to your surprise. It was working.

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That was probably how you two ended up in the bathroom, what other honest excuse was there?

Bill held muffled moans against your mouth, both having a tired messy make out session. It was way lazier than when you guys were either actually awake or drunk.

It was around 4, so people would start to spill into the airport, so you both needed to be fast. Move prep for another day, cause surely ain't gonna happen. You pressed Bill against the counter, and turned him over. His crotch against the counter, begging for attention.

You kissed his neck from behind, Bill's hands on the counter to keep him up. You tugged at Bill's pants, sliding them down with ease. His pants pooled at his ankles, and he let out a soft groan.

You kissed at his neck again, and slightly put pressure onto Bill's back, making the upper half of him lay against the counter.

You pulled down his boxers, they also fell down his legs. You bent back a bit, to see if anyone was coming. No one was, so you slid down your pants along with your boxers as well.

You tapped his inner thigh, and he spread his legs a bit. You wasted no time, and entered him slowly.

(I'm disappointed in myself, and I'm sure God is too.)

His fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms as he bit his lip to hold back the flow of moans.

You rocked your hips back and forth, slowly but the pace got quicker with each second. He put his hands over his mouth, elbows balancing him up and his back arched. He could see himself in the mirror, and you behind him.

Bill felt adrenaline rush through his body, and he nearly rolled his eyes back. Your pace got more sloppier, and your grip on his waist grew a bit tighter, but tight enough to leave marks.

You both were close, so close. Just a little more and...

"Mmmf!"

Bill moaned into his hands.

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You both got cleaned up, which was fairly quick. You both didn't feel as tired, but more of adrenaline.

You both walked out, hand in hand. You both had your hair a bit messed up.

You sat down and Gustav looked at you two, he known what you guys done, but he's not gonna question.

You and Bill had better sex before, you even had the scratch marks on your back from last night to prove it.

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Hiiii, I'm sorry I've been gone for long 😭 and I'm sorry the end was really short, but I'm so tired that every paragraph had 10 grammar errors.

But enough of me whining, get good sleep unlike me <3

[harryssattelitestomper]

Watermelon Sugar 🍉

my masterlist

A/N: Here it is; the second part of the Fine Line series! I'm still learning how to write and learning as I go so rly appreciate you reading my series :)

warnings: cursing, VERY poorly written smut (I tried😭)

word count: 926

in which, Harry thinks you taste so sweet he decided to put it in a song. 🎶To prove I'm right, I put it in a so-o-ong🎶 ,sorry

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As you were taking the watermelon out of the fridge, you yelled out to Harry who was making his way to the garage. "Baby, d'you want some watermelon?".

"Yes please". He yelled back as he got inside the car

'It had been very cloudy in Los Angeles recently so when they woke up today and saw the sunrays peaking through, they decided to make the most of it. Therefore Harry had just brought all of their stuff to the car to bring with them to the beach; sunnies, waterbottles and their books. All while Y/N was in the kitchen making them a snack to bring along as well.'

As she had cut and put the watermelon and strawberries on a container, she made her way to the car to join Harry.

"It's so fucking hot today", you commented as you connected your phone to the cars aux

"Yeah, feels nice after it being so gloomy"

Then, you were on your way to your private beach.

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After a while of laying in the sun, Harry being the restless person he is decided he had enough and went for a quick swim in the water.

As he was swimming you became bored. Already having finished your book and without your gossip-buddy, you decided to do the one thing you loved to do: tease your boyfriend.

You began by slowly untying your bikini top making it slowly fall down to the floor beside you.

Harry noticing you moving he glanced in your direction, his eyes doubling in size as he saw what you were up to.

"Holy shit", he whispered quietly to himself as he got out from the water and made his way towards you.

By the time he reached you, you had already taken off your bikini bottoms and were acting like you didn't notice him.

"What do you think you're doing?", he asked as his hungry eyes were scanning your very naked body.

You shrugged. "Didn't want any tan lines."

Harry made himself at home on top of you. "Oh really? No other reason?" Grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his waist, he put his forearms on either side of your head.

"Nope." You smirked at him, finally taking your sunnies off and properly looking at the god of a man on top of you,

He started kissing your neck, letting out a "mmhm" letting you know that he knew exactly what you were doing. He continued to kiss down your neck making sure to also kiss you collarbones before making his way to your breasts. Sucking slightly harder on the top part of your breast and causing you to let out a small whimper. He detached himself from your boob to look at the hickey he just created before latching onto your nipple, sucking and slightly biting it just to muster up a moan from your lips.

He continued to kiss down your body as he slid himself a little lower between your legs so he could rest comfortably on his stomach. As his kisses reached your lower stomach he switched to kissing your inne thighs.

You loved his kisses, loved how he always took his time with you, but you were getting impatient. "Harry please"

"What'd ya want, love?"

"Please, I need you so bad"

And that did it. Harry with his praise kink and need to please others took the bait like a fish and dove into your pussy. Flatting out his tongue, he licked a long stripe from your opening to your clit, repeating the motion a few times before moving up and sucking your clit.

The sounds you were making, the absolutely obscene fucking noices you were making had Harry rutting his hips against the sun lounger, looking for relief for his cock which was now rock-hard.

As he continued to suck on your swollen clit, he dragged his fingers to you entrance, pushing two fingers in and immediately curling them so he could reach your g-spot.

The motion made your back arch, and mouth falling open to a soundless scream. "Im gonna cum!" were the only words that could escape your mouth as the unbelievable pleasure was on the edge of taking over you.

"Cum for me love, come on baby". Were the words that had you tumbling down the edge as the pleasure finally took over.

Harry never stopped his movements, only slowing down so to prolong your release. Only when he saw you getting uncomfortable due to the overstimulation he stopped all together.

Crawling so he could be face to face with you he asked, "You okay?", while smoothing down your hair. "Yeah", you answered, still feeling like you were on cloud 9.

"You know I could eat you out everyday", Harry said eyes looking slightly glazed over.

"Oh I'm sure you could, H"

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It was a few weeks after and Harry had just came back from being at the studio for the whole day.

"Baby, wanna hear the song we finished today?"

"'Course, lovie", you said excitedly as you made yourself comfortable on the couch, waiting for Harry to get his phone so he could play it to you.

"Alright, you ready?"

"Mmhm."

As the song started to play, you couldn't help but make a face as some of the lyrics made sense and didn't at the same time.

"What the fuck is watermelon sugar?", you asked him absolutely flabbergasted at the metaphor. Instead of answering you, Harry just smirked making his way on top of you, and showing you exactly what watermelon sugar was.

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A/N: I know it's bad okay?! 😂 I'm trying so would really appreciate any feedback from you guys.

[closets-closet]

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Miles Away.

For my Gaz girlies, something a little more upsetting. I struggled a bit, writing about loss is difficult. He’s also not in this a whole lot, like the first 2 paragraphs and the last 3 but oh well.

I will most definitely be writing about him more, I love how kind a gentlemanly he is. I want to cry on this man’s shoulder. 🫡🤍

Let me know how this is, it was very out of my comfort zone.

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Gaz will always be there for you, every step in your life, he’s there. To comfort you when your sad, to cook for you when your sick, and supporting you when you succeed at something new. The hardest part of loving someone who goes away for months at a time is waiting for them to come back, and suffering when they’re gone.

You get the devistating news that your father has passed away at the young age of 68. They say he passed peacefully in his sleep but you’re unsure of how much you believe that. Your father was your only remaining family, your mother passing a few years prior from progressive leukemia. Thankfully when your mother passed Gaz was right there to hold and comfort you in that time of need and sorrow. But this time Gaz is away, a 3 month deployment keeping his countries away from his home, from his lover that desperately needs him.

It doesn’t hit you untill later that week, that your father is really gone, and you need to start preparing for his funeral, the reading of his will, and what you will do with his remaining stuff. It tears through you, the grief and sorrow, you struggle to get out of bed, do laundry, or even wash yourself.

You only spiral further into this feeling of helplessness and darkness after the funeral. You have no concept of how much time it’s been between his passing and now. You lay curled in a mess of sheets, clothes, and blankets when you hear the door to your flat click open. You don’t bother to move or check who it could be, you don’t care anymore.

Then you hear the softness of a familiar voice in the doorway to your shared bedroom “Honey?” It asked gently and all the emotions that swarmed you in the past months come up. You sob, harder then you had before.

“Oh Kyle” You sob, your breath catching in your throat as you choke out words “My father, he’s..” the trail off in your words let’s Gaz know all he needs to, before he’s dropped all of his stuff, putting his own needs asside as he goes to hold you.

“Oh love” He whispers, his arms holding you strong and confident as you sob into his chest “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here” He strokes your hair gently as you continue to cry “I’m here now though, let me help you” He doesn’t judge you for the state you’re in, he just holds you, to comfort you for the time he’s missed.

He will continue to hold you, while you take your first shower in what feels like forever, he will hold you as you finally do laundry. And he will be there untill you feel yourself again. Always supporting you, and loving you. You’re his world, and you always will be.

[multiverse-imagines]

A Request from DeadTides of AO3!

"Hello, would you mind writing some vash x reader fluff? I was thinking something like the reader is very shy about Vash's flirting, he finds it absolutely cute, idk...

Thank you in advance!"

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I didn't receive instructions on gender, so I kept it gender neutral ❤️ this will also be in Vash's pov!

A New Shade of Red

I had boarded the Sand Steamer which was on route to Octovern and made myself comfortable in the room I had paid extra for, so I didn't have to share with anyone. My stomach rumbled in retaliation at my lack of food so far today. I'd only had time for a café sandwich and a cup of coffee before getting in line for the Sand Steamer. With a sigh, I headed to the commons area where a few shops set up in addition to the concession stand I had been aiming to find. I stood in line noticing an absolute cutie in front of me! They hadn't turned around yet, but I just knew! The curves of their body, the choice in outfit, the lingering scent of shampoo under the perfume! This person was beautiful!

They were mumbling to themself as they fiddled with their wallet, dropping a quarter on the ground. It rolled behind them, tapping against my shoe, causing it to lay flat on the ground. They turned to pick up the quarter, when their eyes found mine. I was right; they were absolutely alluring. They paused, mouth agape. Did they recognize me? Did I startle them? Did I have something in my teeth?

"S-sorry to bother you." They said, dipping down to the floor to pick up their coin. Their voice was like a chorus of angels!

"N-No, that's alright. Can I just say that your eyes are quite lovely? Probably the most beautiful I've ever seen?" I had to tell them.

Now, usually when I tell a gorgeous person like this one something like this, they knock me away, or harrumph and ignore me.

But this one. They blushed. Turning beet red, they averted their eyes, shoulders scrunching up to their cheeks in an attempt to hide their lovely face.

"Oh, uh, thank you, Sir." Polite too!

"Say, um, why don't I buy your food? I know this lovely spot on the upper deck where we can sit and chat, if you'd like?"

"Oh, um, sure, I need some time out of my room anyway. They get kind of stuffy." They seemed to relax a little.

"Yeah, they can get that way. The ventilation isn't the greatest." I nodded. They said yes!

We ordered our food, and made our way to the upper deck. They didn't chat much. We found our spot that overlooked the sunset. The sky was turning a blazing red, orange, and pink before the transition to the east, where the sky was already turning a dark blue speckled with the brighter stars of the evening. A perfect scene for a love story.

"So have you been on the Sand Steamer before?" They finally broke our silence as they took a bite of their food.

"Yes, I've been on it a few times. It's pretty expensive sometimes, so I travel in other ways too."

"What kind of places do you travel to?"

"A little bit of everything. Sometimes to visit friends, sometimes to see the sights." I shrugged. I didn't need to tell her that I was Vash the Stampede. I really wanted to tell the story about the duel I had on this deck though. It was so intense.

"I see. I'm headed to Octovern from December to see some friends, myself."

"That's quite a distance. Must be good friends." I nodded.

"I don't make friends all that easily, so I like to keep the ones I have." They were absentmindedly picking at the sides of their fingers as they spoke. A nervous habit?

"I seem to think you're doing a good job right now.

I think we're friends already." I smiled at them. And there it was, a blush as deep as the reddened sky. I was beginning to like this color on them. I wanted to see it more often.

"R-really? Well, then, it's nice to meet you." They held out their hand for me to shake. They were so stiff as they introduced themself by name. I took their hand, giving a gentle grip that mirrored theirs.

"I'm Vash."

"I-I know." As if their face could be any more flushed.

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"Vash, that's so embarrassing!" They swayed back and forth as they held their hands to their face, their ears nearly releasing puffs of hot air from their increased heat.

"Aw, but Mayfly, you look so cute in that hat! It suits you!" I bent down to try being at face height.

"You think everything I wear suits me!" They peeked out from behind their fingers.

"Yeah, and you look gorgeous without everything too~" I whispered to their ear. A sharp squeak came from their throat, and they rested their head against my coat, both of which were now the same color.

It had been six months since we met on the Sand Steamer. Three since we started dating. Their inability to handle even the smallest of flirting gave me an inexpressible amount of joy. They deserved every compliment I gave them. We had talked about their past a few times. A lonely childhood, an absent family, and malnourished social skills made it hard for them to make friends, much less find a partner. If anyone understood their loneliness, I guess it was me. They were still getting used to having companionship, and someone who actually loved them. They were always a blushing mess, but it was great to know that they took my words to heart. I meant every one of them. Just another reason for red to still be my favorite color.

[sequinsmile-x]

can you please write something where it's their wedding day, and at the reception they reveal to everyone Emily is pregnant <3

BESTIE I LOVE THIS IDEA!! <3

I really hope you like what I did with this!

-x-

Ardent

It's their wedding day and no one knows Emily is pregnant, and she intends it to stay that way.

The only problem is Aaron has been drinking her drinks as well as his to keep up appearances, and he can't keep his hands off of her.

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Warnings: pregnancy, alcohol consumption

Words: 3.4k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily takes a step back from the mirror to look herself up and down, carefully eyeing her outfit, checking for creases and marks she knew weren’t there. The suit was pristine, the matching white satin jacket and pants complementing her skin tone, the soft material creating a subtle drape where she needed it to mixed with the sharp tailoring perfectly. She had a flowing cami on under the jacket, also satin, that was tucked into the waist of the pants. 

She’d insisted on getting married in a suit. She’d tried several dresses and whilst they had all been beautiful, none of them had felt right. She hadn’t had the moment looking at herself in the mirror in the bridal stores that she’d seen JJ have, or seen strangers have on reality TV shows when she couldn’t sleep. It was the personal shopper in the last store they went to who suggested a suit, something that Emily thinks would have been the woman’s last action on earth if Elizabeth’s looks could truly kill, but she’d tried it - realising there was nothing to lose by doing so. The moment she saw herself in the mirror she knew she’d found what she’d marry Aaron in, the outfit perfect for her, the perfect outfit for the small intimate wedding they were planning to have in Dave’s backyard. 

And, it had the added bonus her mother disapproved entirely. 

Emily smiles as she tugs at the bottom of her jacket, turning sideways to ensure it was lying flat, not revealing the secret that lay beneath. She rests her hand on her small bump, her thumb rubbing back and forth just below her belly button. 

Irritating her mother wasn’t the only reason she’d chosen a suit. 

No one other than Aaron, and her doctor, knew Emily was pregnant. 

They’d been trying for over a year, months of tears and negative tests grating on her nerves long before they set the date for the wedding. Her hope faded as time went on, and her period slowly started to feel like her own body mocking her. She got to the point where she went to her doctor, sure that something was wrong, that Ian had stolen the future she wanted from her after all, but after more tests than she cared to count everything came back clear for her and for Aaron. They were told they just needed to be patient, which was something even she’d admit she’d never been very good at. She’d felt more disheartened than ever after that appointment, wondering if it was the universe simply deciding she just shouldn’t have a baby. 

When she finally found herself looking at a positive pregnancy test she couldn’t believe it. She’d taken it as part of her routine more than anything, clicking the lid into place and putting it down on the counter before she washed her hands and then her face. It was only after she was finished drying her face and reaching out for the next step in her skincare routine that she looked down at it, her eyes going wide as she saw two bright pink lines staring back at her. She’d dropped the bottle of serum in her hand, and the smash of the glass container against the tiled floor was what had gained Aaron’s attention. He’d run into their bathroom, his eyes flicking between the glass on the floor and the tears in her eyes, already comforting her, concerned she’d hurt herself. 

She’d never let him live it down that it was him who’d ended up stepping on the glass on the floor once she’d told him she was pregnant, her words cracking as she held up the test.

She hadn’t quite believed it was real until her doctor confirmed it, until she saw the tiny dot on the ultrasound screen. She was 16 weeks along, some of her seemingly ever-present anxiety about her pregnancy soothed by the fact she was visibly pregnant now, her tiny bump something she knew her soon-to-be husband was as mesmerised by as she was. 

They had never intended to keep it a secret as long as they had, initially saying they’d stick to tradition, for once, and tell people once the first trimester was over. They’d been ready to tell their friends, poised to do it after they returned from a case, but Emily had a scare. Pain that had ripped through her abdomen and had left her terrified, the feeling lingering long after the doctor confirmed everything was okay, that it was her scar tissue adding to the usual discomfort of her abdominals shifting during pregnancy. 

After that, she’d told Aaron she wanted to keep it secret a little while longer, her need to be able to control something, anything, pushing her to insist that they didn’t tell their friends as planned. Aaron said it was her call, that he’d follow her lead, and they agreed they’d tell everyone once the wedding was out of the way. One less thing resting on their shoulders, the run-up to the wedding as stressful as it was joyous. 

Her stomach flips with nervous excitement as the door behind her opens, and she smiles as she turns to look at her fiance. 

“Em, sweetheart, are you almost…” Aaron drifts off as he walks into the room, his words dying in his throat as he looks at her. He steps towards her, looking her up and down as he does so, shaking his head in disbelief at how beautiful she is, in disbelief that she is his, “You look incredible.” 

She blushes, looking down at herself before she looks back up at him, her eyes flicking over his suit, the red tie she’d bought him for today, “You look pretty incredible yourself.” 

He steps forward, reaching out and untucking one of her curls from under the collar of her jacket, laying it with the rest of her dark hair resting on her shoulders. His hand drifts down and comes to rest on her bump, his smile soft as his eyes meet hers. 

“How is he doing today?” He asks and Emily chuckles softly. She pushes her jacket back and places her hands on her hips, revealing her bump. 

She smiles as she looks at him, “He’s okay.” 

Due to Emily’s age and her medical history, she was having frequent scans. At the most recent one just a few days ago the doctor had asked if they wanted to know if they were having a girl or a boy. There wasn’t a moment of hesitation, both of them saying yes in unison, neither one of them patient enough to wait any longer. She cried when they were told it was a boy, a reaction she knew she would have had either way, and a part of her still felt like none of this was real. That she’d wake up back in Paris, on a different continent far away from everyone she cared about and not in the home she owned with the love of her life, just a few hours away from marrying him with their little boy growing safely under her skin. 

“Are you feeling okay?” He asks, “You’re not feeling too nauseous?”

She shakes her head and lets her jacket fall back into place, “A little,” she says, leaning forward to stamp a kiss against his lips, “I think it’s mostly nerves though.” 

He raises his eyebrow at her, his smile flickering ever so slightly, “Good nerves I hope?”

She smiles and nods, “The best,” she kisses him again and when she pulls back she wipes her lipstick from his face, her thumb delicate against his lips. 

“We should get going, otherwise Dave will tell everyone we’re late because we’re hooking up,” he says, kissing her hand before she lets it drop back down to her side. She rolls her eyes and turns back to look at herself in the mirror, giving herself one final look before they leave. 

“That literally happened one time,” she grumbles, pulling at the material of her jacket again. She sighs as he wraps his arms around her from behind, his palm resting on her stomach. She places her hand over his and smiles, “We’re still sticking to the plan tonight, right?” 

He nods and kisses the side of her head, “I’ll drink your champagne for you, and one of the caters is aware you need soda water dressed up as a cocktail.” 

“You’re the best,” she says, smiling at him in the mirror as she squeezes his hand, “Let’s go get married.” 

He turns her in his arms and kisses her, “Let’s go get married.” 

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Any nerves she may have been feeling disappear the moment she starts to walk down the aisle and her eyes lock with Aaron’s. It’s everything she’d ever secretly wanted but never thought she’d have, her future in Aaron and Jack’s matching smiles as she gets closer and in the tiny baby in her belly. 

The ceremony goes by quickly, a haze of tears and laughter that echoes around her during their vows. All of her focus is on him, on the way he’s looking at her, his words about how much he loves her almost passing her by. She makes a mental note to ask him to repeat them to her later, to keep the note cards he’d written them on so she could always return to them, to this feeling, when life was tougher than it was today. 

Later in the evening, when Jack and Henry are tucked up in bed in one of the spare bedrooms of Dave’s home, the party really starts to get going. The champagne flowing freely, as it had been all afternoon and evening, a bottle of scotch that Dave kept using to pour a measure into Aaron’s glass every time he spotted it was empty, and tequila shots that Penelope seemed to have an endless supply of all being handed around with enthusiasm. Emily had successfully swerved all the drinks offered to her, either by convincing her friends her soda water was alcoholic, or by slipping her drink to her new husband, but it did have one, slightly, unfortunate side effect.

Aaron was drunk. 

He wasn’t obnoxious when drunk, nor was he someone who became louder than usual, something Emily knew she was guilty of herself, but he was more affectionate than he normally would be. He’d constantly be on her, his hands on her hips her lower back, his lips against her neck as he whispered how much he loves her, how much he wants her, against her skin. It was affection he’d usually keep for their home, for when they were behind closed doors, suddenly on display for all to see. Usually, she’d find it amusing. She’d exchange looks with her friends, smiling at the enjoyment Penelope particularly seemed to get out of seeing this usually private side of them, and she’d settle into Aaron’s embrace. 

Whilst she was still enjoying it, smiling at him whenever he pulled her closer and tasting the scotch on his tongue when he leaned in to kiss her, she was also a little worried he’d blow their cover. They’d got away with no one noticing she wasn’t drinking alcohol, but he kept slipping his hand over her stomach, his palm warm as snuck under her jacket and cupped her bump when no one was looking. 

She smiles as he sneaks up behind her again, back from his trip to the free bar with Dave. Aaron sneaks his arm around her waist and kisses her cheek and then her neck, sighing as he rests his hand on her stomach again. 

“Hi sweetheart,” he says, his words slurring ever so slightly, kissing her neck again before he pulls away, “How are you?” 

She smiles as she links her fingers through his, shifting their joint hands to her hip so it is less conspicuous, “I’m okay,” she replies, tilting her head to look up at him, “Never thought I’d be a stone-cold sober bride whilst everyone else gets drunk,” she quips, raising her eyebrow as she looks out at the crowd and spots her mother doing the conga with the team,  “But he’s worth it.” 

He hums, his hand shifting back to her stomach, forcing her to look back at the party as he rubs a circle, his hand once again finding its way past the barrier of her jacket. She smiles and turns in his arms, his hand sliding down her back and she shakes her head at him. She cups his cheek and stamps a kiss against his lips, still smiling when she pulls back.

“Honey, you’ve got to stop,” she says, kissing him again, “You’re going to give us away before we get the chance to tell anyone.” 

He turns serious and he nods, leaning in to kiss her before he pulls away entirely, “You’re right.” 

She narrows her eyes as he steps away and she tries to grab for his hand, missing it as he gets beyond her reach, “Where are you going?” She asks, keeping her voice as quiet as she can so none of the others overhear her. She gets the answer to her question when he gets onto the small stage Dave had hired for the band to play on and he whispers something to the singer, taking the microphone from him mid-song. She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, “Oh for fucks sake, here we go,” she looks down at her stomach and places her hand on it, well aware that everyone's attention was on her husband so she was safe to do so, “I’m never going to let Daddy live this one down, sweet boy.” 

There’s loud feedback from the microphone as Aaron taps on it, making sure that everyone is truly paying attention to him. Emily shakes her head and walks towards the small crowd, her arms crossed over her chest as she accepts what’s about to happen, vaguely amused by how the amount of scotch in Aaron’s system was making him put himself as the centre of attention, something he usually avoided at all costs. 

“I wanted to just take a moment to thank you all for coming,” he says, a goofy smile on his face that makes her fall impossibly more in love with him, “My wife,” he says, cut off by a cheer from Penelope, “And I are so grateful that you are here to celebrate with us and we want to make an announcement…”

Emily presses her lips together to suppress a smile, looking down at the ground in an attempt to hide how pink her cheeks had turned, a mix of excitement and embarrassment making her blush. She feels her friends and her mother’s gazes briefly burning into her before they turn back to Aaron, his words loud even without the microphone. 

“We’re having a baby.” 

There’s a moment of silence that is all too brief before everyone reacts, their exclamations of excitement echoing around the backyard. Penelope is on her before Emily knows what’s happening, hugging her so tightly that her feet briefly leave the floor. 

“You’re pregnant?” Penelope exclaims and Emily chuckles, nodding as she places her hands on her friend's shoulders and pushes back a little.

“Yes,” she says, chuckling as she throws her husband a look, “But you need to let me go or you might squeeze him out.” 

“Him?” Penelope exclaims, clearly stopping herself from pulling Emily into a fierce hug. JJ steps forward and looks Emily up and down.

“You know already?” JJ asks, hugging her friend more gently than Penelope had, “How far along are you?” 

Emily blows out a slow breath, well aware her answer would only create more questions. She senses Aaron behind her, no longer on the stage now he’d told everyone, his hand on her stomach as he pulls her back into his embrace. 

“16 weeks.” 

There’s another moment of silence, everyone looking at them with differing levels of shock on their faces, before Elizabeth is finally the one to speak.

“16 weeks?”

Emily sighs as they all start asking questions at once, their voices overlapping, not letting anyone else get a word in as they bombard them. She turns her head to look at her husband and she raises her eyebrow.

“You couldn’t have just kept your mouth shut?” She asks, her smile giving away that she wasn’t annoyed in the slightest. It was nice to know everyone they cared about now knew about the baby, sharing the secret making it somehow feel more real. 

His expression turns serious, “And have to keep reminding myself to keep my hands off of you so I didn’t give us away?” He asks, shaking his head, “Never.” 

___

Emily smiles as she feels the bed shift next to her followed by a groan, the first signs of life from her husband so far that morning. He tugs on the covers, pulling them tighter around him, and she chuckles.

“Good morning, sunshine,” she says, only laughing louder when he groans again.

“What the hell did I drink last night?” He says, finally revealing his face, pulling the covers away so he can look up at her where she is sitting next to him. 

“Everything, honey,” she deadpans, leaning down to stamp a kiss against his lips, grimacing slightly at his breath, “I think you drank everything,” she shifts closer to him and smiles when he rests his head in her lap, his forehead against her bump. She runs her fingers through his hair, “Do you want me to go get you a drink or something? I can highly recommend ginger ale.” 

He looks up at her, “There’s something wrong with my pregnant wife looking after me like this,” he says, his voice gravelly in a way that never fails to make her stomach flip, “I should be making sure you’re okay.”

She scratches at his scalp, “Baby boy and I are perfectly fine,” she says, smiling widely at him, “And I think you get a pass the day after our wedding where you drank all of my drinks and yours.” 

He hums and sits up, his stomach rolling as he does so, forcing him to sit deadly still for a moment whilst the nausea passes. Once it does he wraps his arm around Emily’s shoulders and she leans into him. She breathes him in deeply, the smell of scotch on his skin something she liked in a way she never fully understood. 

“So,” she says curiously, clearing her throat as she looks at him, “Do you remember anything about your little…announcement?” 

He frowns, desperately trying to remember what she was talking about and he shakes his head, “My announcement?” 

She nods and moves so she’s sitting in his lap, her knees on either side of his hips. He rests his hands on her hips automatically, holding her in place without thought. 

“Well, you were drunk so obviously you were all over me,” she says, brushing some of his hair from his forehead, “And you kept touching my bump, it’s like you were freaking magnetised to it or something,” she rolls her eyes lovingly at his behaviour the night before, “And I said you were going to give us away. So, in order to be able to carry on touching me…”

“I got on stage and told everyone you’re pregnant,” he says, his eyes wide as the memory returns to him. He curses under his breath, guilt flooding through his chest and briefly replacing the nausea, “Shit, Em, sweetheart I am so so sorry.” 

She shakes her head at him and places a hand on each of his cheeks, holding him in place and forcing him to look at her, “You have nothing to be sorry for, honey,” she says, stroking her thumb over his skin, “I’m glad everyone knows.”

He frowns, his eyebrows pulled together by doubt, “Are you sure?”

She nods, “Yeah,” she says, her smile wide, “It’s nice they know, it makes it feel more…real,” she says and she shrugs, “Besides, one day we’ll be able to embarrass him and Jack by telling them both that you love their mom so much you told everyone about him before we planned to, just so you could keep feeling me up.” 

He chuckles and leans forward to kiss her but she shifts out of the way, her nose turned up, “I thought you said-”

“Oh, I’m not annoyed at you honey, I promise,” she says, assuring him, lifting his hand to kiss his knuckles instead, “Your breath just fucking sucks.” 

-x-

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Can You Do A Vampire Raph x F!Reader But In Bayverse And With Prompts And Can You Do A Lemon For It Too

89. Mating season 74. “Just relax.” 79. “Lay back and let me take care of you.” 58. Turtle bedroom 142. “Bite me.” 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 123. “Don’t hold back.” 5. “MINE.” and Turning into a vampire

Play with me?

TMNT Raphael x FEM! Reader

Minors don't read.

Also don't read if smut makes you uncomfortable.

A/n: Thanks so much for requesting! I hope you like it. Sorry if it isn't I'm not very good at writing smut, but I tried my best.

I breathed in a deep breathe against Raph. He had me wrapped up in his arms as we lay comfortably in his bed. He had insisted we take a nap and I knew it was only because he wanted an excuse to hold me.

But I was getting tired of just laying here. He on the other hand was slowly starting to drift off and I wasn't about to let that happen. Especially not when he had patrol in an hour.

So I slowly let my hand start to drift downwards. His hand laid flat against mine the moment I started to toy with the waist band of his shorts.

"No doll.."

"Oh come on...just relax." I whispered up at him before moving to sit up.

I pushed his hand off of mine and I gave him an innocent little smile.

"I only want to play.." He rolled his eyes and laughed at my words.

"No way doll...lay back down."

I crawled on top of him and straddled his lap and looked down at him.

"Lay back and let me take care of you." I really wanted him to just give in, but that seemed nearly impossible for him.

I slowly grinded down into his lap and he didn't object. So I did it again and again until I felt him grow hard underneath me. He placed his hands onto my hips and halted my movements.

"That's enough doll."

"Well I guess I'll just go ask someone else to play then.." I knew exactly what I was doing and I knew by the way his hold on my hips grew tighter that I had gotten under his skin.

"Argue all you want we both know you belong to me doll."

"oh yeah? Prove it." I smirked down at him and squealed as he suddenly flipped me over.

He leaned down and whispered into my ear

"You wanna play? Let's play..I'll show you that your mine." I shivered as he practically growled the words into my ear.

"Don't hold back." I drug my hands up his arms and wrapped them around his shoulders.

He roughly grabbed them and shoved them above my head. His other unoccupied hand ripped my top off and he fondled my breasts.

"How about we take this off?" I nodded my head and he let my hands go and I quickly reached back and unclasped my bra. Throwing it to the floor.

"Good girl. Lay back." I did as he ordered and he brought his hand back up to toy with my breasts. I tried to rub my legs together to get some sort of friction, but he chuckled at my attempt holding my hips down with his free hand. Before he spread my legs apart with both of his hands.

He leaned down and his tongue slithered out of his mouth and began to slowly lick at my nipple and his other hand came up to squeeze and toy with the other. His hips kept me pined in my place and I tried my best to wiggle against his length.

"Raph.." I moaned out.

His mouth was wet and warm. His tongue skillfully wrapping around my nipple and he played with it so expertly. Before he pulled off with a pop.

He slowly dragged his hand down to my bottoms and I yelped as he snapped the band against my skin.

"Take 'em off." He hungrily looked at me and I complied. He sat up and watched me.

I slide them off of me and pulled my panties off right along with them before tossing them onto the ground. Leaning back against the pillows.

I spread my legs open for him and he smirked at me. Sliding a hand from my knee ever so close to where I wanted him.

"Look at you being such a good girl for me.."

He leaned down and breathed against my sex and I let out a whimper at the cool rush of air.

"Stop teasing.." I kept my hands at my sides. If I grabbed at him he was going to restrain me I just knew it.

He chuckled lowly before licking from my entrance to my clit. Giving a slow circle before sucking the bud into his mouth. I moaned out at the suddenness of it. My hands gripped the sheets beneath me.

He continued his ministrations. Sucking and licking. Before sliding his tongue down to my entrance and sliding the wet digit in.

"Raph.." A slow fire was spreading in my stomach as he dragged his tongue in and out of my hole.

He pulled back and I whined.

"Hush doll.." He stood up from the bed and pulled off his shorts and boxers and let his length spring free.

My mouth watered at the sight of his huge girth and he crawled back onto the bed.

"You ready?" He lined himself up to my entrance and waited for my okay.

"Yes please!" I shouted out. I was growing impatient.

I moaned out as he stretched me open. It felt so good. He paused when he bottomed out. I looked up at him and smiled. He checked that I was alright before he pulled back and slammed back into me.

I screamed out in pleasure. He knew exactly what I wanted.

I threw my head back and held onto his arms as he began to bounce me on his cock. I felt as if I were a rag doll. The fire in my stomach grew more.

"That's it doll." He let out a grunt before reaching down and rubbing small, tight circles into my clit.

It was all I needed before the cord in my stomach snapped and I let out a scream as I let go.

He slowed down his pace before pulling out and releasing onto my stomach. My chest heaved up and down as I tried to catch my breath. Letting my eyes fall closed I felt the bed dip before I heard his quiet footsteps and the bed dipped once more.

"You alright doll?" I shivered at the warm cloth on my stomach before opening my eyes to look at him.

"Yeah I'm alright." I smiled at him and he leaned forward and kissed me before pulling back and he finished cleaning me. Tossing the cloth aside.

He came back to lay next to me and pulled the covers over the both of us.

"Don't you have patrol?" I whispered.

"No..I knew you would misbehave so I switched with Leo."

I smiled softly before I turned and wrapped my arms around him. Closing my eyes.

"I'm ready for that nap now." I nuzzled into his chest before I felt it rumble with laughter and his finger slowly traced up my arm.

"Aw come on doll.. don't you want to play a little more?"