#even knowing a few months beforehand that a baby is on the way the day they actually come home he’s always like wtf guys

[darlingsart]

Quick drawing for my Modern AU! Every time Pat and Achilles bring home a new baby, their eldest son loses it just a little bit lmao

[romanoffsbish]

Worth the Wait

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Request | Natasha loves it when you tease, well, unless there’s nothing she can do about it… | WC: 1,896

Warnings: Minimal plot | Injury / Stitches / Blood

Smut: Free Use Referenced | Unprotected Sex (Natasha has a penis)| Breeding | Squirting | Cockwarming (KO)

18+ | Minors DNI

“Oh my god!” You shrieked as your bare midriff was pressed into the cold marble of your kitchen counter by small, callous hands; Natasha filled the gap between your bodies, and you could feel her pulsing through her boxers. “You make me so fucking hard detka,” she rasped breathlessly as she firmed her body into yours, her warm lips trailed over your cold shoulder.

Natasha loved moments like these the most, when your body gave into her touch as if it was your haven. She could feel you warming up, and pressing into her, it was a dream come true, if only not for the knock.

——

“Romanoff, we have a mission, wheels up in ten,” Tony called from behind the door, having learned his lesson from the time before. The image still haunts his mind.

You smirked at her through the glass of your kitchen window, ten seconds ago you were going to give it all to her, but now you were going to tease her. It was a promise that your face made as you twirled in her hold and kissed her lips with feigned innocence. Your deviance shown in the way you cupped her hard-on and stroked her firmly, but only for a few times.

“Behave,” you warned when you felt her kiss you with more urgency. “Y/N, we have enough time, please.”

You leaned back, removing your lips midway through the kiss and she nearly growled at your interference. “Y/N, I swear to god, if you make me go without.”

“What?” You provoked her, “What is it they’ll do?”

Natasha backed down when she saw the promise of a month in your eyes. It was a shifty illusion, deep down she knew that but she wasn’t willing to risk it.

“I’m sorry love, I just, I get so riled up when you look this delectable,” her hands softly groped your thinly veiled breasts and your gasped air brushed across her face. “Please don’t make me wait, I need you so badly.”

“No,” you affirmed, “You need to be in tip top shape baby, and fucking me beforehand will weaken your stamina. I need you back alive and well.” The redhead was two seconds from being all over you, but she saw the genuine worry in your heart through your eyes.

“When I’m home?” You grinned, and winked. “Maybe.”

“Okay,” she conceded against your lips as she pecked them. “I’d wait forever for just the promise of eventually, I love you.” You smiled like an idiot then gently pecked her lips in return. “I love you too baby.”

You had no intention on holding out, and you also knew Natasha wouldn’t wait anyways, even if her words were sickeningly sweet. The concept of no was (consensually) removed from your dynamic, she’d never cease to wear you down into the perfect place to warm her cock and you’d pant just like a bitch in heat, needy and open. Natasha left with a knowing smirk.

Hours spent worried and horny went by in a flash. In the midst of cleaning the already spotless loft up you’d stopped to take a shower, preparing yourself for the climax of your day. After getting dressed in her favorite crotchless set you took a quick set of photos. Each one was blurry in their own right, but she could see your glistening folds between your white laced, thick thighs.

Her eyes darkened with lust, fueled mostly by fresh hot anger as she caught Wanda’s eyes widening. The way her cheeks flushed red and her throat cleared it was obvious she was having thoughts about your body. It was a direct oversight on her end, but she’d blame you.

Had you not made her leave so desperate, she never would have opened the attachment without looking around first. Wanda had already made her way to the other end of the jet, preserving her peaceful trip and trying to restore her prior indifference to your body.

The redhead stormed off the jet and headed straight for your bedroom. Opting to take the stairs in hopes of being too ahead of the nervous super soldier who was fresh on her tail with an idea for what was happening.

You two were the compounds resident horndogs as Tony drunkenly deemed you both one night. The rest of the team had cheered and you were embarrassed. Yet it never stopped you two from fucking like bunnies. Nothing would ever get in her way from having you.

So Natasha wasn’t exactly having it as Steve shouted at her, the man was only urging her to get her shoulder fixed up, but she was in far worse pain elsewhere. The man truly didn’t deserve to be tossed into a wall as if he were the size of a toddler to the woman who stood a foot below him, but he was interfering with her needs.

His pride was wounded and her shoulder throbbed, but it was satisfactory when she was able to walk away without another word from the super soldier. You had heard the commotion bleed into eery silence aside from firm footsteps. The spy’s step a calculated warning, you knew you were truly fucked; you hoped.

The redhead slammed your door faster than your eyes could register it had even opened. Your eyes fell to her shoulder and her heart considerably warmed at the way your lip trembled with concern. She caught it with her teeth as she pressed you into the counter, again.

You gasped at the way the lace tickled your back, it was relatively feather light but it made your body shiver. Her tongue greeted yours in the same breath and you were gone, mind melting into a state of obliviousness. Which is why you gripped onto her shoulders, blood gushed around your thumb and you both cried. The redhead sucked in a sharp breath containing her rage, you were already in the dog house for her festering jealousy, she wouldn’t blame you for her injury too.

“Get the first aid kit,” she groaned, pulling away with a scowl as she felt anger at the unfair loss of your touch. You were quick to appease her, after washing your hands you were back with the white tin in hand.

You nearly stumbled forward, knees clanking as you barely caught yourself at the sight of your bruised lover. The wounded warrior’s look always turned you on the most, knowing she’d left to protect you, and returned with a need for your safe touch after was hot.

Natasha had stripped down to nothing, showcasing the new bruises you’d have to watch fade from black and blue to yellow and green in a days time. You were always grateful to her bodies advanced healing, but to know she was ever in pain hurt you all the same. She saw your concern, even appreciated it, but she wasn’t going to waste the lust in your eyes over the softness.

“I’ll g-go get some anesthetic from Cho,” you gulped and the redhead smirked, then her tongue clicked as her finger curled, urging you forward. “No, you won’t.”

“B-but,” you stuttered, needy eyes avoiding hers with the hope of being able to fix her up first, but her hand wrapped around your wrist and your body lurched forward until your pussy was nearly hovering her head. Her hand pulled the first aid kit from your own, and quickly laid out what you’d need on the bedside table.

Then she brought your hand down to her throbbing tip, letting you feel her desperation before she helped you to guide it to your entrance. “The only anesthesia I need is your warmth choking my cock detka, so take a seat and offer mommy some well earned relief.” Your hand squeezed over hers firmly, then it slipped off so that you could hold onto her good shoulder as you slid down, both of her hands gripped at your hips as the pleasure wrapped around her roughed up frame.

“Ride me,” she whispered hotly against your throat, you gulped against her lips, walls clenching at the thought, but for a minute you killed the mood with a hard refusal. “Let me clean you first, just a moment.”

Natasha huffed, but shut up quick as your teeth nipped at her bottom lip. Then as your warm rag rushed over her shoulder you offered her your tongue to pacify her, you felt her raspy cries with every brush or clench.

Once finished cleaning and weakly numbing the wound with some cream you found, you pecked her lips then began to stitch her up. After a few moments you found a synchronic way to tend to her every need. With each dip of the needle that was reconnecting her skin you’d rise up, then drop back down as you pulled the thread tight. Hips connecting with each finished stitch, and you finished in sync as well, the redhead nearly burst them back open as her load shot into you without more than a twitch in warning. Then yours gushed, flushing the combination down into her lap.

Natasha’s head was leaned back as she relished in her high, dick still pulsing as you sloppily applied the salve and bandage to her shoulder. Just as you finished she was back on you, her lips crashing into yours as your body melded into the plush mattress. “I’m going to make you regret making me wait detka, might finally fill you up enough to start our family. Gotta claim your womb before anyone else can try to steal it from me.”

“What?” Natasha saw your confusion but she didn’t reply with any context, just a reminder, “You’re mine.” Her teeth sunk into your shoulder, giving you a little taste of her paralleled wound as she marked you. It only made you wetter seeing her so desperate to claim you that she forgot about her ring sat on your finger.

Your wife smirked against your skin as she felt you suck her cock in even further. Your ass now sticky as your arousal oozed out of you, her green eyes found yours and you felt your breath disappear. “I hope you remember your safe words,” she winked and you were gone. “Oh shit…” There was no hope left for you now.

There were two words you called out during sex that indicated an encroaching limit. “Stop,” was a clear word, but it wasn’t transparent as this was what you called when you wanted her to push you a bit more. It was a feigned safe word, as she sped up her attempts each time. Tears streamed down your face as she pressed a bullet to your abused clit, you gasped as your back arched before it collapsed back into the mattress.

“Fuck,” is what you usually muttered when it was time for her to give you a break, but your conscious slipped just before she could hear you cry it out. In the end she chose to fall into your body, more than happy knowing that she made you squirt. She decidedly left her cock inside of you to lessen the chance of her seed oozing out. Her consciousness slipped, but in the back of her mind she dreamed that you’d wake up wanting more.

You were sure to be parents come next holiday season.

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

could you maybe do a part two of the reader getting pregnant and kicked out.? Like they have the baby and her parents try seeing the baby but reader doesn’t want them to so rafe protects her and the baby ?

sorry if it’s a lot to ask for 😭

you hurt me pretty good too pt 2

pairing(s): bf!dad!rafe x gf!mom!fem!reader

warnings: toxic parents, pet names, protective rafe

summary: after finally getting settled in, your parents try to barge their way back into your life.

authors note: thank you for the request!! i loved writing the first part so i had fun writing this part two :))

part zero | part one | part two

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do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

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“i just put lily down for a nap incase you wanted to take one yourself. i can make some food in the meantime,” rafe suggested with a gentle kiss to your forehead as he walked passed.

it had been a long couple of months. since getting kicked out, ward and rose had helped you both to buy a house of your own, you’d had your daughter which you and rafe decided to name lily, and you’d began dating officially.

“thank you, baby,” you replied before walking over to the couch and flopping down onto it. you grabbed the remote and began flipping through netflix for some movies to watch. “hey, you know my mom called me the other day?”

he stopped his shuffling through the pantry and poked his head out to look at you. “what’d she want?”

“she asked a ton of questions about the baby since obviously she didn’t come to any of the parties beforehand. and all of a sudden she cares to be in her life,” you said sourly. “i didn’t tell her anything.”

he rolled his eyes and continued looking for something to cook. “good. they’re assholes. lily doesn’t need ‘em in her life.”

you smiled to yourself and clicked on a movie, tucking yourself under a blanket and getting comfortable. you heard the stove turn on and settle on a setting before something was being poured into what she assumed was a pot of water.

pasta.

rafe knew it was your favorite. you began to smile even harder, barely even focusing on the movie now.

you felt his weight by your feet just before he was grabbing your legs and tossing them over his lap so you weren’t cuddled up in a ball.

interrupting your quiet time, a loud knock sounded through the house. rafe immediately prepared to stand, to which you urged him back down. “i got it, babe. rest for a little. you’ve been running around all day.” you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before rushing to the front door and opening it.

you began wishing you never had when you caught sight of your parents standing on your doorstep with a woven basket full of stuff inside in your mothers hands. “hi, honey,” she greeted cheerfully. “we were wondering if we could see the baby?”

you scoffed and laughed. “no?”

“what?” she asked in disbelief. “we—we drove all this way though just to see her.”

“i didn’t ask you to though,” you replied. “how’d you even find my address?”

your father rolled his eyes. “are you serious? we drove a long way here and brought a gift just for you to deny us our right to see our grandchild?”

“what right do you have?” you asked genuinely. “you kicked me to the curb and made it very clear you wanted nothing to do with me or my child over these last few months. and now what? you suddenly wanna involve yourselves in our lives?”

“we deserve to see her,” your mother argued.

you heard rafe get up and before you knew it, he was at your side, face to face with your parents. “you don’t deserve shit.”

your mother gasped while your father looked taken back. “excuse you? watch who you’re talking to, son.”

“you abandoned her and supported us in no way. you have zero rights or claims on our child,” he stated. “and not to mention, this is our home and our property, which you are trespassing on and possibly endangering our child. i could call the police right now and—“

“no!” your mother said quickly. “that won’t be necessary. we just want to meet our grandchild.”

rafe laughed and raised his eyebrows. “you never wanted anything to do with our family before, so you both can fuck off,” he replied with a sarcastic grin before slamming the door in their faces.

he turned to you and scanned over your features. “you okay, my love?”

you nodded and smiled at his protectiveness. “yeah.”

“you don’t need them,” he reassured. “you’re doing the right thing. and you’re doing an amazing job with lily.”

you loosely wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into him slightly. “thank you. and you,” you paused and kissed his lips softly. “are doing the best that i could ever imagine.”

“fuck ‘em, right?” he smiled against your lips.

you nodded and chuckled. “fuck ‘em.”

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 16 (Steddie X You)

Warning with some notes: Please enjoy this Steddie story that I desperately need right now.

Daddy Steve and Sir/Master Eddie and Sub Fem reader and all that implies (I regret nothing) SMUT, restraints, slight degrading, dirty talk, over stimulation, THE SCOOPS AHOY UNIFORM (yes daddy), Not a whole lot of ANGST (saving that for the next chapter :P), reader mentions diabetes in her family very briefly, expresses being stressed and asks Eddie to help her relieve it, FLUFF (a lot of it; just come cuddle me please and tell me you're proud of me. )

Word Count: 3315

Steve smirks over at the booth you’re sitting in at his store as you do your homework. He loves watching your face scrunch as you focus, biting the end of your pen while you’re thinking. He could seriously just stare at you all day if you would allow him to. What you didn’t know was he had actually spent a lot of his high school years doing that very thing. 

Like he had told Masie during your prom, he always found you attractive and not just physically. For those first years, you were always so quiet so when he saw you cracking up with Masie at the lunch table or making jokes with the other basketball girls, it made him swoon. That day he heard you shout at Carol junior year; he was so proud of you but at the same time angry with himself. Steve had also heard her picking on you beforehand and he didn’t say a word. He never did. 

You had told him a few months ago how he had been tightly wound at the time you two officially met and that was part of the reason. Beside the fact that his dad was always on his ass, the popular kids were pushing him, and he was struggling at school, he hated who had become. For a boy who liked to be in control, he seemed to have very little if any. 

That first night when Eddie insinuated that you hated him, it made Steve furious but at the situation. He didn’t want you to hate him. For a moment he thought he would never have a chance with you but then you kissed him, igniting a fire he had never felt before. Even if your relationship with him ended up being purely sexual he knew he’d do anything to take care of you and protect you.

“Hey. Take a break.”, he commanded as he slid a boat of your favorite ice cream in front of you and took a seat. Steve tenderly pushed some hair behind your ear and you exhaled as you leaned against his shoulder. 

“Thank you. I’m so exhausted. I can’t wait for the semester to be over.” 

After taking a bite of the snack he brought you, you offered him a spoon but he politely declined. 

“I have to stay in shape.”

“For who?”, you cackled. “Steve Harrington, first off you always look amazing. Second, you eat all that fruit back there. I see you!”

“He does.”, Robin grins as he playfully scowls at her.

“There’s nothing wrong with fruit.”

“A little bit yeah. Too much of it, no. Fruit is loaded with sugar. My uncle’s a diabetic and he can only have so much because it raises his levels.”

“I didn’t know that. Is that the uncle in New York?” 

“Yeah, I don’t talk about it much because usually I get the ‘Oh, you should really watch your weight’ speech even though most doctors do tests and find out I’m healthy.”

Steve reaches out to pet your head as you offer him your spoon again and this time he smiles as he takes an obnoxiously big bite. 

***

“Hey, sexy.”, Eddie grins as you enter the apartment and throw your bag against the wall. “Long day?” 

You heavily nod as you stride over to him and wrap your arms around his waist, happily sighing when he kisses your forehead. 

“May I ask you for a favor?”, you ask as you push your face into his chest.

“Of course, baby, anything.”

“Can you calm me down? I’m so stressed out and I just…don’t want to think about anything for a while.”

“I think I can do that. Do you want to wait for Steve or…”

“Hmmm…Daddy gets off in an hour. I’m sure you can find ways to fill the time until he gets home.”

Eddie chuckles as he leans back and cranes his neck to find your lips. “I definitely can. Come on, sweetheart. Let me help you relax.”

###########

A little over an hour later, Steve finally came through the door, kicking off his sneakers as he entered the apartment. 

“Took you long enough!”, Eddie cackled. “Get in here, Steven.”

The man rolled his eyes as he sauntered towards the bedroom preparing a sassy comment that completely left his brain when his eyes landed on the scene before him. The metalhead was sitting in a chair across from the bed in just his jeans holding the vibrating wand in his hand. You were restrained in the bed, him using belts as handcuffs again that chained you to the headboard. 

“Pretty girl asked for a little break so I just gave her some water and before I knew it she fell asleep. Perfect time for you to come home.”

“What, uh, what’s going on?”

“Y/N came home saying she needed some help releasing some stress. I asked her if she wanted to wait for Daddy and she said that I could fill the time however I chose until you got home.”, he wickedly grinned in the other man’s direction. “So out of curiosity, I wanted to know how many times I could make her cum before you got home. Right now, I’m at…12?” His fingers gesture towards the markings he had made on your tummy with a marker. “Yeah, 12.”

“We were talking and she kept saying how much she wanted to fuck you in that uniform.” Eddie rises from his chair and pats it for Steve to take. Hastily removing his pants, he climbed onto the bed and tenderly kissed up your body. “Princess, wake up. Daddy’s here.”

You groaned sleepily as you turned towards his voice and drowsily kissed his lips. 

“Hey, honey.”, Steve cooed as he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. “I’m home. Has Master been helping you clear your brain?”

Eddie climbed up further, placing his own knees by your head as his hand reached out to pet you while you nodded. 

“Can you verbally answer me, babe?”

You purred like a cat as it stretches after a long nap. “Yes, Daddy. Sir has been taking real good care of me.”

They both moaned at your high-pitched tone as your eyes fully opened to find Eddie’s cock inches above your lips. Your tongue darted out to lick along one of his veins towards his balls. 

“Fuck me, sweetheart. Don’t move, ok? Just…keep that mouth open for me while I make you cum again while Daddy watches. If you…you be a good girl for me Daddy can fuck you in his uniform just like you want, angel.”

“Yes, Sir.” Obediently, you open your lips, flattening your tongue as he slides his length down your throat. His palms slide down your skin, stopping to play with your nipples as you whimper around him. You jump as he lightly smacks them, squeaking at the sudden feeling causing Steve to salivate at the sound as his own palm finds its way to the bulge in his shorts.

Eddie grins as his hip gradually thrust against your face, his fingers sliding further down to glide through your folds and breach your core. 

“Fuck, Harrington. She’s so fucking tight. I—jesus—I love how tight you get after you cum, princess.” As his digits work their magic inside of you, you whimper around his cock as he mewls above you. “That’s it. Good girl. J-just clear your mind and let go. Focus on—mmm—focus on my dick in the back of your throat. God, you feel so good.”

The sound of your slick fills the room as he trusts his fingers into you faster, his other hand behind your head gripping your hair and holding you still. When he felt your pussy clench around him, he stopped moving his hips and held you in place as your throat constricted around him. 

The moan that left his chest was enough to send you over the edge as you came again and he promptly pulled himself out of your mouth allowing you to feel your climax. 

A small chuckle escaped him as he kissed your forehead when you started to cry. 

“Color, baby?”

“G-g-green, Sir. I just…I love you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank—”

Breathily, you kept repeating your last sentence as Eddie reached above you to release you from the headboard. 

“I love you to, princess. You’re doing so good. Stevie, hand me that marker, please?” The man does what he asks and the metalhead marks another dash on your tummy before handing it back. “Are you ready to take my cock, sweetheart?”

“Please, Sir.”

“How are your wrists? Not to tight or cutting your skin, right?”, he asks as he positions you on all fours with your head facing Steve.

“No, Sir. Hi, Daddy.”, you grin drunkenly in his direction. 

“Hey, honey.” His hand reaches out tenderly brush your hair out of your face as you fall flat against the mattress while Eddie utilizes one of the belts to tie your hands behind your back. 

After widening your legs a bit more, his chest leans against you back as he grinds himself against you. 

“Do you trust me, baby? Do you trust me to take you however I want to?”

“Of course. I’m yours.”

He mewls into your ear at your words. “It’s been a while since we’ve heard you say that.”

Craning your neck, you kiss his cheek till he turns so his lips can meet yours. “I’m yours, baby. Yours and Daddy’s. Make me feel good, Master, please. F-fuck me hard till I—”

While you were speaking, Eddie slowly slid his cock into your entrance, erasing almost all thought from your mind as he stretched your tight walls open. He growled in his throat at the feeling and you watched as the metalhead disappeared and Master fully stepped forward in his eyes.

“Keep going, little one.” His lips traced your shoulder and your eyes rolled back as he pumped his hips roughly into yours. “I said…keep…going…”

“Mmm—I want you to fuck me till—ah—till I can’t walk straight. I want to f-feel you both for days.”

Leaning back on his knees, he gave you what you wanted while taking what was his. You tried to keep your eyes on Steve in front of you as he licked his palm and stroked his cock but you struggled as Eddie hit every sensitive spot deep inside of you.

Slowly descending to his knees, he laid his face down in front of your own as you turned your cheek to lay your head flat on the mattress. 

“How does it feel, baby girl?”

“S-so good, Daddy.”

“Yeah? Are you feeling less stressed?”

When you only nodded, Eddie’s palm came down hard on your behind. 

“Yes, yes Daddy.”

The metalhead abruptly pulled out, tugging on your ankles till you were fully flat against the bed. Placing his knees on either side of your thighs, he guided himself back into your cunt as both his strong, tattooed arms came into view. When his hips slammed into yours, you swear you see stars.

Eddie was so deep inside of you, punching all the right places with his thick cock you didn’t even hear Steve asking you questions until you felt the other man’s sweaty skin against your back and his hand loop around to grip your throat. 

“You’re not behaving, little girl.  Daddy asked you something.”

“I can’t…I didn’t…”

“I guess you don’t want to fuck him in his outfit after all.”

“I do, I do. Please…”

“It’s ok, Ed. Little baby is just drunk off your cock. Isn’t that right, honey?”

“Feels so good. So deep.”

“Is Master just too much for your pretty little pussy?”

“Please…I’m…”

Eddie’s hand released you to allow his arm to wrap around until your head was resting in the nook of his elbow. His breath warmed your ear as he rolled his hips hard and fast making the bed jostle underneath you. 

“Cum, princess. You can do it. Cum on my cock so I can fill you up, pretty girl. Goddamn…”

Your hands tugged against the belt while your lower half pushed back against him as you came. He grunted loudly and with a couple for hard thrusts released rope after rope of his seed into your body.

You both panted heavily as you continued to twitch underneath him.

“You…you did so good, sweetheart. Fuck. Do-do you need anything?”

“Can we unhook my arms for a little bit, please?”

Eddie smirked at your small voice as he lightly kissed your shoulder before climbing off you and unhooking the belt. When you rolled over onto your back Steve was waiting, delicately lifting you onto his lap as he leaned against the headboard. 

He smiled to himself when your damp forehead leaned against the side of his face as he ran his palms over your arms to massage out any pain you may be having. He paused for a moment when he heard your giggle.

“What are you laughing at, honey?”

“You smell like bananas.”

“To be fair, I have cut back after what you told me.” His grin grew as you nuzzled your nose into his neck. 

“It’s ok, Daddy. I like the way you smell.”

“Lay back, babe.”, he whispered. 

Doing what he commanded, you lay flat on your back with your head on the pillow as he reaches for the marker and draws another line next to the others. 

“Well look at you, little miss. One more and you’ll be at 15.” Your eyes flutter as you flash him a slanted sultry smile. “Are you ready for me?”

“Always, Daddy.”

Chuckling, he rolls till his body is on top of yours. Allowing you two space, Eddie moves to sit in the chair by the bed, watching as everything unfolds. 

“So, you want the whole uniform? Do I need the hat?”

“No.”, you giggle as you run your hands through his hair. “No hat.”

“Why do you like this outfit so much? All the other girls seem to think I look like a dork.”

The way you smile up at him makes his heart melt. No one had ever looked at them the way did; with so much love and adoration. You didn’t know but it scared Eddie a bit the first time he saw it. After your fight with Carol junior year when he brought you food, he had found you snooping around his room. When you asked about the photo of his family, your eyes reflected that adoration and his wall went up. 

The last woman who said she loved him abandoned him and for so long he was afraid of losing you. He thought maybe if he continued to be a prick and act like the tough scary bad boy then when you did leave it wouldn’t hurt so much. A part of him thought when you got back from New York, you wouldn’t want them anymore but when he slid into the classroom that morning and your big, beautiful eyes met his he knew. He knew you missed them as much as they had missed you. 

“I don’t know. You just look so sexy to me.” Your hands gently run down his chest, your fingers grazing that little bit of chest hair that peaks above his shirt. “Maybe it’s just you in it.”

Opening your legs wider, you allow him more access as he begins grinding his hips against yours. 

“We can test that theory. Let Munson try it on.”

“Steve Harrington, there isn’t enough money in the world you could pay me to put that uniform on.”

You both laugh as Steve reaches between your bodies to push down his shorts a bit more and grip his cock as he runs the tip through your folds. 

“Fuck. Always so warm.” His head falls beside yours and your pussy clenches as his needy pants heat up the skin on your neck. “How do you want Daddy, baby? Tell me. Tell me how you need it.”

“I just need you. Please, Daddy. Take what’s yours. I don’t care if it hurts.”

“Jesus Christ.”, he groaned, lifting his head to watch himself guide his hard length into your cunt. Your tight, sore walls clung to him like a vice and it was almost to much for even him. “Fuck. I don’t think I can be fucking gentle.”

Placing your palm on his cheek, you bring his lips to yours.

“Then don’t.”

He growled as Daddy fully took control and he collapsed against you thrusting roughly into you. Your hands clung to him tightly, pulling and yanking at his clothes as you caressed him anywhere you could reach. Pushing up on his arms, one of his legs slid your own higher up the mattress forcing him deeper into you making you mewl. Reaching for your wrists, he held them above your head as he pounded into you, his cock hitting your overstimulated sensitive spots that Eddie had stuck numerous times that evening with his own cock and fingers. 

“Open your eyes, baby girl. You—mmm—said you wanted to fuck me in this. You can’t see me when those beautiful eyes are closed.”

“Feels…so—fuck—good…”, you whined. Steve released your wrists as he leaned back onto his knees and lifted your legs over his shoulders.

“Cum, Y/N. Cum on my dick, baby.” His thumb reached down to play with your clit, making you cry out as your hand shot down to try and stop him. It was no use; he was stronger than you and all you did was egg him on as he rubbed your aching bundle of nerves faster. “Come on, honey! You can do it. Number 15. This is the last one! Make it count.”

Eddie bolted up from his chair to cover your mouth, muffling your scream as you came.

“Good girl! Yes, that’s our good girl.”

You barely heard his praises as your hooded eyes watched as his head hung and with a few more rough thrusts warmed your insides. You felt the cold tip of the marker glide the final tally on your stomach before two sets of lips tenderly kissed the sides of your throat. 

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A little while later your eyes slowly opened at the feel fingers caressing your face. 

“Hey. There she is. You doing alright, princess?” You nodded as you scoot your body closer to his. “Steve ran out to pick up some food really quick. He wanted to have everything ready for when you woke up and after we took a shower. He’s not as disgustingly sweaty as we are.” He grins when you laugh. “I wish I knew you before junior year. Sometimes I get jealous that Steve remembers you before we met.”

His comment fully wakes you up as your eyes search his. 

“You don’t remember seeing me at all?”

“No because I’m pretty sure if I had I would have pursued you as soon as I did. Do you remember me?”

Wrapping your arm around his waist, he sighs pleasantly as your fingers trace down his back. “I knew of you but I never believed what I heard. To be fair, my head was always down 99% of the time.” He smiles, nodding to himself. “Where did that come from, Eddie?”

His movements stop as he gives you his full attention.

“I don’t have a lot of people in my life that I love and trust. My life…has been rough…pretty much until I met you. I love you, Y/N and I’m so fucking proud of you. I know school has been stressing you out but you’re just rockin’ it, babe. I hope you realize that.”

Tilting forward you place your lips on his before pressing your face into his chest. 

“I do, Sir. Sometimes I just need to be reminded.” 

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Baby fever

word count; 979 – f!reader

It was way past ten in the evening by the time you and your husband, Bokuto Koutarou, walked through the doors of your home. You’re both absolutely spent and still undeniably giddy, all from being around children the whole evening.

About a month ago, Kuroo came to Bokuto with a proposition. He wanted to set up a special class with an MSBY player who could spend a few hours teaching children who were interested in volleyball. Keep the spark alive.

Koutarou was beaming with joy throughout the whole thing, mostly following the script he practised with Kuroo beforehand, even though he definitely went off track a couple of times. You helped him with preparation of course, and when the day finally came, you just had to join them. Standing on the sidelines, you mostly helped with picking up stray balls and managing the children. Your husband’s eyes met yours every now and then, which felt like a silent conversation between the two of you. Both with stars in your eyes.

You finally got home and dropped your bags by the door to deal with later. While Koutarou kissed your cheek and then headed to the toilet, you headed straight to the kitchen to prepare some food. The smile on your face just wouldn’t rub off as you prepared ingredients, feeling the stir in your stomach when thinking back to how Koutarou looked handling those young children. One particular image of him holding a little girl in his arms seemed to be recurring.

In the bathroom, Koutarou was the same as you. There was a dazed smile on his face as he stared in the mirror, splashing his face with cold water as if it would rub this feeling off. Your soft voice was ringing in his ears, images of you playing with some kids who were waiting for their turn replaying in his mind.

The two of you had baby fever.

Koutarou walked into the kitchen, knowing you’d want food before showering and heading to bed. He skipped over to where you stood by the counter, softly pressing kisses to your neck and letting his hands roam over your hips and stomach. “Need help?” he asked.

You leaned into his touches for a moment before carefully putting the knife down beside the rest of the uncut vegetables. “If you finish this, I can start with the rest,” you said and kissed his cheek before moving over to the stove, pulling out a pan and cooking the meat.

Koutarou got right to it, a little clumsily cutting what you needed. “Did you see that one kid who wouldn’t stop kicking the ball?” he chuckled, glancing at you between cutting. That one sentence was all it took to raise the energy in the room.

“Yes! I think his parents should try him out for soccer instead.” you giggled. Does he feel it too? “But that other kid who he hung out with totally reminded me of you!” you said, explaining in detail how the kid reminded you of your husband when he cheered obnoxiously loud every time he got the ball over the net. Koutarou laughed loudly, putting the knife down. He gathered the chopped vegetables in his hands and scooped them over to you, dropping them in the pan.

“What about that girl, the one who challenged him? You have to admire her guts,” he said, wiping his hands off on his pants and sliding them around you again as you cooked everything. You agreed with what he said and leaned into his touch again. You and Koutarou were happily married, both with stable jobs and a big house. Who could blame you for thinking a little version of each of you would fit in perfectly?

“She was raised well, I think she’ll be a future star in whatever she chooses to do,” you added, chuckle drifting off into the air. It was still unspoken, this fever. However, there was something in the way his hands finally stopped moving, both holding your stomach with his fingertips resting just under the top of your pants. “Kou…” you whispered, turning down the heat as the food was almost done, so you could turn halfway to him and look at his face. His eyes immediately searched yours. “What would you want, a girl or a boy?” Of course, you had talked about kids before, and you knew before marrying each other that you both wanted them in your future. Is now that future?

He smiled wide, the kind of bright smile only he has, in your opinion. His lips met yours for a kiss, deepening it by brushing his tongue against your lips. He only pulled away when he had to for breath. “Either way, they‘ll be perfect,” he said as if it was the easiest thing. “Are we almost discussing what I think we’re almost discussing?” he asked, a reference from Modern Family, which you often had playing on your TV as background noise.

You smiled even wider, an ache starting between your legs as his hands moved around to your ass so he could pull you chest to chest. “Wouldn’t it be kind of perfect now?”

Koutarou turned off the stove and moved the food off the heat before putting his hands back on you. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You squealed his name as he picked you up, supporting your thighs and letting you kiss him silly while he carried you to the bedroom. He ignored any protests you had about the food getting cold, insisting you could heat it up again later.

“You’ll look so beautiful, I’ll take such good care of you. All of you,” he promised, putting you on the bed and crawling over you.

“How many are you thinking, mister?” you giggled.

“As many as you’ll give me.”

“Let’s start with one, my love.”

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[thinkofmehoney]

“Cooking up comfort”

mpreg!Choso x you

Summary: Neither you or Choso imagined that this could ever be possible, at first it was just a thought that crossed your mind. Since Choso was a half curse and had connection with the sorcery world. Would it be too crazy to find a way for him to get pregnant? Well, after doing an extensive research for a couple of months, and ten weeks later, Choso was expecting your child.

Even though it resulted possible for him to get pregnant, it wasn’t something common, a man getting pregnant was still something rare even though a lot of strange things were normal in this sorcery world. It was truly a blessing for both of you, it had its risks and complications, but he really wanted this, to form a family with you, and you would be there for him in every step of the way.

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Where you cook lunch for your pregnant boyfriend and he gets too emotional (and nauseous)

contents: Mpreg Choso x female reader, fluff and slight angst, emotional hurt/comfort, slice of life, Unconventional Pregnancy, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Notes: Long story short, I was using Janitor AI, my API code was about to expire and I was bored and came up with this JSKSJS It wasn’t exactly like this, this is more of an inspired fic.

I mention this briefly on the fic, but basically they made their research until they found a doctor who could help them. The doctor was also a sorcerer, of course average people didn’t knew this, but other sorcerers did.

the doctor’s cursed technique was similar to Mahito’s technique, in the way he could modify the bodies of his patients without having to necessarily use a scalpel. He temporarily modified Choso’s reproductive system, giving him a female reproductive system until he conceived and his baby was born.

For you to be able to impregnate Choso, the doctor made an incantation for you, so first he modified your reproductive system turning it into a male one, but it was temporary, like Choso’s procedure but with a slight difference. With an incantation given to you by the doctor, you were able to change your reproductive system from male to female and viceversa, you couldn’t do it too often as you had to wait a few hours because of how energy consuming this was, but aside from that, you could modify it as you pleased. Choso’s procedure wasn’t like this, because to have a baby he needed a stable reproductive system that could be fertile, that’s why he had to have a female one during his whole pregnancy until the baby is born.

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Choso remembers well how he felt that day, when all your efforts and the procedures you both had to get through finally paid off. He felt shock, excitement, fear, extreme happiness, truly an adrenaline mix of emotions, after all, it’s not every day you’re a man who gets told that he is pregnant.

He was beyond excited to start a little family with you, the love of his life. He was grateful to have you by his side, supporting and loving him so sincerely, it was a genuine kind of love. He was totally convinced that you two were soulmates, sometimes it made you giggle by the way he explained so passionately to you that hypothesis.

It’s been already ten weeks since you two received the good news, but it hasn’t been exactly easy for him. The doctor explained this beforehand, so you two would know the risks and complications that were involved in Choso’s unique condition. Since he had a male body with a now female reproductive system, his body had to adapt and prepare for it, and now that he was finally pregnant, some symptoms were significantly stronger for him than they would be in an average pregnancy.

On the good side, since he had his blood manipulation technique, he could control things like his blood pressure, which was a really great advantage for him. On the other side, things like mood swings, cravings (and food aversions), and morning sickness were just a pain in the ass.

Choso couldn’t help but feel guilty that you had to keep up with him, you were just so kind to him it made him want to cry. Right now, he was reading a knitting and crocheting magazine next to you on the sofa, he enjoyed creating yarn pieces for his loved ones, but it mainly helped him to feel more human in a way, it had significantly helped with his existencial crisis as a half-curse, so it was a great hobby for him.

Focused on reading, he had a small frown on his face, which you thought it was adorable because he didn’t even noticed when he did it. You gently brushed the wrinkles between his eyebrows with your thumb, getting Choso’s attention and making him smile awkwardly when he noticed he was frowning unconsciously.

“I was doing it again.” He chuckled, now gently holding your hand that was caressing his frown. “I found an interesting pattern that I can do with a thin yarn.” He showed you on the magazine. “I think it would be perfect for the baby, because I need a special yarn for them so it doesn’t hurt their skin.” He explained with his usual calmed demeanor, and the idea of him crocheting things for the baby made your heart melt.

You took a look at the magazine, giggling at the images of tiny gloves and baby hats. “Yeah, our baby will look so cute with the tiny crochet pieces you’ll do for them, and it will also keep them warm, it’s perfect.”

You looked at the clock on the wall and noticed that it was time for lunch. Ever since Choso’s cravings started, you’ve improved your cooking skills so much that now cooking him specific plates he craved was like a personal challenge for you.

You stood up from the couch and stretched your arms above your head, Choso’s eyes subtly looked at you and the way your t-shirt lifted up just enough to see a strip of skin of your lower abdomen, making him blush slightly and turn to look down, back at his magazine.

“I’ll cook lunch for us.” You announced and Choso looked at you again, with a special shine in his eyes. “Is there something specific that you want?”

Choso thought about it for a moment, he loved the way you cook and having lunch next to you was one of his favorite parts of the day “What about avocado pasta? it’s been a while since I’ve eaten avocado.” He suggested.

You didn’t have a single avocado in the house. But it wouldn’t stop you.

“Sounds really good, avocado pasta it is.” You smiled at him, turning around to walk towards the main entrance. “I’ll be right back, I’ll go get some avocados!”

He couldn’t say a word before you were already outside. Half an hour later, you came back home with a bag of three avocados and also some cream, but you noticed a certain smell in the air, you walked into the kitchen to see Choso stirring a pot, boiling the noodles, he once again looked at you with that awkward smile of his.

“But Choso, I was going to cook lunch for us.” You said, leaving the avocados in the kitchen counter to walk towards him.

“I know, I know! I just wanted to do something while you were at the store. I want to help you as much as I can while I’m still not useless, you know?” He answered with a slight pout, he appreciated that you wanted to do things for him, but sometimes he felt like a burden, so he wanted to keep helping you now that his baby bump wasn’t big or heavy.

You caressed his strong arm, resting your cheek against his skin, “You won’t be useless, Choso. You’re carrying our baby and it takes lots of effort.” You said reassuringly. “I just want you to be relaxed, alright?” You explained to Choso your desire for him to experience a peaceful and relaxed pregnancy as much as he could, knowing that his journey wouldn’t be as easy as a regular pregnancy.

He put aside the wooden spoon he was using to stir the noodles and sighed, his gaze fixed on the bubbling water. Your arms moved to wrap around his waist, and your hands found their way to caress the small bump.

“Thank you for boiling the noodles, though.” You murmured, your cheek resting against his back. “But please don’t worry about cooking or washing dishes, let me take care of it so you and the baby can crochet something or watch a movie on TV.” A smile appeared on your face when you felt him chuckle.

He turned around to cup your face with his big hands, leaning in to leave a kiss on your forehead, “Alright, I can’t argue with you.” He smiled softly, looking at you with those tired eyes. “I’ll go to the living room, but please tell me if you need me to help.”

You nodded, standing on your tippy toes to leave a kiss on his lips.

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Choso understood completely that you wanted to do things for him, to make his day a little bit easier, he would do the same thing in your place, or he might be even worse. But again, he felt guilty.

It was most likely a product of his condition and hormones, because he just felt really bad that you were doing so much for him every day, things he could perfectly do himself. With this weight on his heart, he looked at you from the sofa, the food was ready and you placed the two plates on the table.

“Avocado pasta for your majesty.” You said playfully, taking your seat at the table.

Choso chuckled at your words, taking a seat next to you. He picked his fork and look down at the vibrant plate, the noodles were saturated with this creamy avocado sauce that you prepared just for him, and without wasting any more time, he pinched a few short noddles and started to eat.

But as he chewed, he started to think about how weird it felt to eat hot mashed avocado, the taste of the ripe fruit almost reminding him of a trash-bag with rotten vegetables, that smell was stuck on his nose and the slimy texture didn’t help. He started to chew more slowly, lowering the fork and setting it down with a soft clink against the plate.

While you were eating, you noticed Choso’s change of demeanor, and an expression on his face that seemed like he was about to cry and throw up, it worried you. “Choso? Are you alright?” You asked carefully, with a hint of concern.

He looked at his almost untouched plate with a mix of guilt and frustration. He felt overwhelmed by his fluctuating emotions, and this sudden aversion to the flavor of avocado only added to his distress.

“I’m sorry, love. I just… I can’t handle the taste of avocado right now,” Choso replied, his voice filled with frustration. He quickly looked at you “It’s not your fault, I know you put effort into cooking for us. It’s just… this pregnancy is messing with my taste buds and it’s driving me crazy.”

He sighed, his eyes welling up with tears. “I hate feeling like this, like I’m being ungrateful for all the things you do for me,” he continued, his voice wavering. “But the hormones are making everything so intense and overwhelming. I just want to be normal again and enjoy the things I used to.”

You felt a wave of sadness wash over your heart, it was difficult to see him like this, knowing that his pregnancy state is amplifying even more his frustrating emotions, you wished you could take all his suffering away from him.

You moved his plate aside and got closer to him, protectively wrapping him into your arms, his cheek rested against your collarbone while he hid in the crook of your neck. “It’s alright, it’s alright…” You cooed really softly, caressing his hair and letting him cry as much as he needed.

Choso shook his head, “it’s not alright, you even had to go out to buy the avocados to cook what I asked you and now I can’t even eat it.” He looked up at you, his eyes big and filled with guilt, “I didn’t want to make you upset, I just really can’t stand the taste of it right now, b-but I can make up for it! I can do whatever you want, I can cook something for you, just ask and I’ll-“

Before he could start to hyperventilate further more, you cupped his face in your hands, making him look into your eyes with his own glossy ones. When you pressed your lips on his forehead so softly and tenderly, he could only pout because of how endearing it was, you were too good to him, he didn’t felt like he deserved it.

“Breathe, baby, just try to breathe deeply for a moment.” You instructed gently, helping Choso to feel more grounded.

Wiping some stray tears with your thumbs, you continued to talk to him. “I’m not upset, pretty thing, it’s just avocado and some noodles, I couldn’t possibly get mad at you for it.” You smiled at him, your soft giggles making him feel more at ease.

Even though that pet name made him blush slightly, he still had some lingering self-deprecating thoughts. He opened his mouth to keep talking, but you stopped him right away with a short kiss.

You continued, with the softest voice. “I know this has been a really difficult journey for you, baby. I know you wish you could be like before, but I want you to remember that it will all be worth it in the end.” You smiled softly and reassuringly at him, “Some months ago, we wouldn’t even think this could be possible, but now look at you! You’re ten weeks along and you’re doing it amazingly.”

He smiled softly, his crying starting to cease. He leaned his head back on your shoulder, finding comfort in your warmth. “I think I’ve never imagined myself being pregnant.” His voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and gratitude. “Well, I never really pictured myself living a peaceful life… But now, I feel so glad that I get to experience it with you.”

Choso now sat straight, wiping the remaining tears from his cheeks and sniffling his nose a couple of times, “Thank you for keeping up with me, even when I’m difficult sometimes.” He reached out to cup your face with his hand, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb.

You nuzzled into his touch, “Your body is going through big changes, it’s natural that you feel overwhelmed. But you’re not alone, we’re a team.” You kissed his palm, your lips lingering for a moment before you gently pulled away.

Choso's eyes reflected gratitude as he let out a small sigh. "I appreciate that more than I can express."

Now that he was more calmed, you remembered that he still had to eat something, he needed to eat good for him and the baby.

"How about we distract ourselves for a bit? I'll cook something different, and you can join me in the kitchen. It might be a good way to take your mind off things."

His eyes brightened with interest. "Cook together?"

"Yeah," you chuckled. "We'll make it a You and Me cooking special. What do you think?"

Notes: I’m not completely satisfied so I’ll write more one-shots for this mpreg Choso au !!

likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated!! it motivates me a lot<3

[hotchaways]

Coffee and Doughnuts 

Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Reader

summary: You come to work late with an unwanted visitor: period cramps. It’s a good thing that Aaron’s there to look out for you.

prompts: “I’m dying.” & “You’re not dying.”

content: Fluff, Hotch making dad jokes, mentions of period cramps, BAU team, Aaron being a softie, references to the B99 scene when Amy was late for work, two idiots in love

word count: 1.9k

A/N: WEEEE, i’ve finally gotten around to posting my first one shot with our favorite boss man, hotch! i thought this was really fun to write from the prompts i crossed paths with….but with a twist of one of the world’s biggest enemies: period cramps. anyways, let me know what you think! feedback is greatly appreciated for me to improve in the future :)

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Maybe it was a mistake to go to work knowing that you were suffering from your monthly period. You were close to believing the universe was against you this time when you realized you forgot to stock up on your painkillers and you were running late to work because your car had a flat tire.

“Wait for it. Wait for it,” Derek said as he pointed over at the clock with the rest of the team waiting alongside him, “It’s 9:01, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is officially late for work for the first time ever.”

Spencer tilted his head to the side and crossed his arms, “Unusual thing for her, though. She’s usually here to welcome my ramblings early in the morning. Although, it was revealed that 29% of employees do show up to work late at least once a month.”

Derek let out a laugh and shook his head, “Alright, let’s do this. Who’s got theories?”

“Uh…” Penelope trailed off before a thought came to mind, “I guess her alarm didn’t go off? It’s happened to me a few times, so that could be it.”

“All three alarms?” Rossi replied, deadpanned, “We know that she has battery back-up alarms, c’mon, who wants to take this seriously?”

Emily snapped her fingers and points at Derek, “Oh! She was abducted by aliens in her sleep.”

“That’s what I’m talking about, Prentiss,” Derek laughed as he high fived her, “More plausible than baby girl’s alarm clock theory. She probably tucked herself in bed too tight and couldn’t get out.”

“Is tucking yourself too tight even possible?” JJ raised her eyebrows at Derek, who shrugged in response, “I would say…traffic, but I’ll take it back because it doesn’t correlate with (Y/N)’s ethics.”

The team’s antics and playful debate did not go unnoticed by Aaron, who was silently working through the mountain of files he had to accomplish for the day. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit worried about you being late for work. Most of the time, you were there working away at your desk when he came in for the day. You’d always look up from your paperwork to greet him with a smile– something that Aaron looked forward to everyday and something that made his heart beat a little faster than usual.

Aaron sighed as he stood up to make his way down to the bullpen. The team had their backs to him, which led him to clearing his throat to get their attention, “What’s going on here?”

“(Y/L/N) isn’t here yet, sir,” Penelope replied, “We’re setting down theories as to what could be the cause of it. We have an alarm that didn’t go off, alien abduction, tucked in bed too tight, and traffic.”

“Whatever the reason is, I’m sure (Y/L/N) will be coming to work today,” Aaron said, nonchalantly, “She would’ve informed us beforehand if she wouldn’t, so I suggest that we all get back to work to lessen the piles on our desks.”

As the team muttered a string of compliances and walked to their desks, you entered the BAU office with your eyebrows furrowed and hurriedly took place at your desk, passing by the rest of the team with no words uttered. Aaron took a quick glance at your slumped posture as you read over the paperwork to be done for the day, he frowned from the lack of greeting as he made his way back to the confines of his office.

You muttered incoherences as you worked through the stack of papers from the period cramps were pushing you to the verge of irritation, “Stupid, stupid paperwork.”

Emily peeked up from her desk to look at you, “Hey, (Y/L/N), you good?”

“Peachy. Just fucking peachy,” You looked up to smile in annoyance, “You know, maybe if Eve didn’t eat the apple, women wouldn’t have their uterus shedding every month!”

“Ah, I see we have the red monster visiting us today,” Emily snickered and shook her head, “We should’ve guessed that instead of aliens abducting you in your sleep.”

“I would love to be abducted by aliens if they had the permanent cure to period cramps, it’s stopping me from efficiency.”

“It also stopped you from greeting lover boy Hotch this morning,” Emily stuck her tongue out as she dodged the pen you threw over at her, “As if it isn’t obvious, (Y/L/N)! You should’ve seen his frown when you just passed by him.”

“Isn’t that his signature look, though?” You muttered, “How long have you known?”

Emily dragged herself over with her swiveling chair, “You know that you’re both idiots, right? God, the yearning that radiates off the two of you.”

Your nose scrunched up from the surge of pain that coursed through you, “Well, keep it to yourself, I could turn into an unsub if you make it any obvious. I don’t want things to get uncomfortable.”

“We’re profilers, (Y/L/N), it’s only the both of you missing out on each other’s sappiness,” Emily jokingly made kissing noises as she drags herself back to her desk.

You should’ve known that your co-workers would eventually find out or maybe you were just a bit obvious. No, you were certain that you were doing a good job at hiding it. Or maybe you weren’t.

It was probably bound to happen. The lingering hand Aaron would put on your lower back when an opportunity would present itself to him. The moments when he’d drape his jacket over you as you slept on the jet, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Dave. The morning coffees and brighter smiles you gave him, which Emily teased you about more than once. The magnetic force between the two of you as you always found yourselves sitting next to each other whenever possible.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you looked over at Aaron’s office to see him talking on the phone while he was reading through his files. Does he know? Are the both of you actually idiots? You didn’t realize how long you’ve been looking until both of your eyes met and he gave you a small smile that got your cheeks heating up as you turned back to your paperwork. Stupid, stupid crush.

Time passed, your period cramps didn’t– in fact, it even got worse without medication. Reading a page took you longer than usual, the words looking hazy and started to become gibberish to your mind because the pain was affecting how well you comprehended the information before you.

As lunch time came around, Spencer walked to you slumped over your desk to ask you if you had the energy to eat out with the team. You groaned and shook your head as you muttered out a ‘No, I’ll try to nap this out’, which may have been incoherent from your cheek squished against your desk. Spencer pat your back and told you that he’d bring you back some food to eat if you felt any better.

Aaron bumped into Spencer as he stepped out the elevator to make his way back to the office holding a takeaway container with two coffees on top of a box of doughnuts. He opened his mouth to say something but Spencer told him that you decided to stay behind for lunch. Aaron didn’t miss the knowing look on Spencer’s face when he saw what was on his hands. He didn’t mind though, he wanted to look after you because that’s what friends do, right? At least that was what he convinced himself to avoid his feelings from blossoming further– it didn’t though.

He stood beside your sleeping form and gently placed his hand on your shoulder, “(Y/L/N).”

You opened your eyes and groaned, “With all due respect, Hotch, I’m dying. Please let me suffer.”

“You’re not dying. Last I checked you’re (Y/N), not dying.”

You sarcastically laughed and gave him a thumbs up, “Great dad joke. Let me give you a 5/10.”

“Uh, I got you some Motrin and food to eat. Thought you could use some coffee,” Aaron mumbled as he set the medicine, cup of coffee, and box of doughnuts on your desk, “I heard that sweets could help during your period, just not entirely sure about that.”

Your eyebrows were raised in confusion as you sat up to look at him, “Oh. Um, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Aaron said with a nervous smile as he rubbed his fingers together, “I’ll get back to my office, but you could eat there or do your paperwork on the couch, I don’t mind the company.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

The two of you settled on the couch in his office, falling into conversation as you consumed the coffee and doughnuts. You wished you could spend more days laughing with Aaron– no, you wished you could just be with Aaron. Even with silence lingering around the atmosphere as the both of you worked, you didn’t mind. Neither did Aaron.

Aaron couldn’t help but look at you fondly as your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration while you read through the folder in your hand. He wanted to kiss you right there and then. The universe seemed to listened to him when you looked at him with the smile that he loved seeing.

“What’s up? Do I have something on my face?”

He gently put his hand on your cheek, which you leaned into. You noticed how his eyes flickered to your lips and you knew then and there that Emily was right. You leaned closer and Aaron found himself smiling again- something he couldn’t help whenever he was around you. The two of you thinking about how it’s finally happening, despite not believing the team when they teased about it.

Aaron softly pressed his lips against yours and you felt your whole world spinning. You wanted this moment to last forever, you never expected this to happen. Not on a day you thought that the universe was against you.

He pulled away to say something, but you gave him no opportunity to do so as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him for another kiss. The both of you were smiling through the kiss and you pulled away to give yourselves a breather.

“Hi,” Aaron smiled as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Hi,” You said smiling, “So, how long have you wanted to do that?”

“Probably not longer than you did,” Aaron teased, “What do you think about dinner tonight?”

“As long as it’s with you, it’d be wonderful,” You smiled as you kissed his cheek, “Coffee and doughnuts just like this would be great, too.”

Aaron grinned, kissing you once more- something he’ll never get tired of despite the fact that this is just the beginning of your story. He hopes to kiss you every time the sun rises, and you hope for the same, too.

“Back to work, SSA Hotchner. I could hear the team coming in the bullpen,” You laughed.

“I don’t mind, Dave called me an idiot the other day,” Aaron said as he smiled and shook his head.

“They’re right though. We are oblivious idiots, we should get fired from the job.”

Aaron thought you were right, the both of you were oblivious idiots- but, he didn’t mind the long wait. He would’ve waited for as long as he had to just to have his arms around you, like the way it is right now. And, he may be an idiot for not knowing it any sooner, but he does know one thing for sure- he wants you forever. And you do, too.

[rhettabbotts]

smut prompt 139 with rhett??

you give me fever - rhett abbott

pairing: dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

summary: you did a little shopping for your weekend getaway with rhett and you can’t wait to show him what you bought.

w/c: 3.9k

warnings: 18+ only. smut. afab reader. age gap (reader is mid 20s, rhett is late 30s). unprotected sex (has been discussed beforehand, wrap it up folks). dirty talk. daddy kink. oral (m and f receiving). riding. breeding kink. creampie. i believe that is all.

prompt: “i bought a few pieces of lingerie. want me to model for you?”

a/n: surprise! here’s the dilf rhett fic i promised months ago! if it sucks you didn’t see this.. a big thank you to jo @mayhem24-7forever for looking this over for me love you mwah!

“I’ll meet you at 6.”

You sucked in a deep breath as you read the text repeatedly. Four hours until six and you were already a trembling mess. Rhett had suggested going out of town for the weekend one night a couple of weeks prior as you laid in his arms. You were ecstatic about being with him for a full weekend. Since the beginning of your relationship you had never had an entire weekend of uninterrupted time together.

Rhett had been divorced for nearly three years by the time he hired you as the babysitter. He had two beautiful girls who you adored like your own. His wife had left him unexpectedly, running off with his best friend who she had been secretly sleeping with for a year before leaving Rhett. It broke Rhett’s heart and his girls were young, almost too young to understand why their mother moved away. He tried it on his own for a while but once they both started school, he knew he needed the help.

His mother suggested you to him. She knew that you were in between jobs after finishing grad school, returning home for a while. You didn’t think babysitting was in your cards but when you met Rhett and then met his girls, you knew you were meant for the job. Rhett felt the same way. There was something about you being there with them that just felt right. His girls were laughing everyday and you even had him smiling - a lot more than he has the past few years.

Tensions were rising between you and Rhett as the months passed by. Flirtatious comments were exchanged on the daily but you never dreamed anything would come from it.

You weren’t sure how it happened, you weren’t planning on it to happen but one night when you stayed for a glass of wine you kissed him. It was an innocent kiss, a small peck to the lips that was barely there but you couldn’t deny the spark you felt when you felt his stubble brush against your skin.

Rhett had set his wine glass down and you were afraid he was going to tell you off, tell you to leave and never come back but he didn’t. Instead, he grabbed your face with both of his hands, his palms warm and callused. He looked at you in a way you have never been looked at before. It sent chills over your entire body.

“Honey…” Rhett whispered deeply. His nose knocked against your own before pressing his forehead to yours. “Are you sure about this?”

“I’ve never been so sure in my life.”

He was kissing you, months of want seeping out through the rough kiss.

From that moment on, it was hard to keep your hands off each other. It had been nearly six months and you were both still insatiable.

So, when Rhett suggested a weekend away with just the two of you, you couldn’t resist.

Your room looked like a tornado had torn through it with the copious amount of clothes you had strewn all over the place. You couldn’t decide what to pack, knowing clothes weren’t going to matter. If you had it your way, you wouldn’t leave the room the entire time. You settled on one nice outfit and comfortable loungewear for the rest of the time. One thing you made sure to pack was the small black shopping bag you had sitting on your dresser.

You went shopping on your day off, picking out several new pieces of lingerie to surprise Rhett with. You bought a baby blue matching set. Flowers embroidered on the mesh material of the bra and panties, complete with a see through negligee. You felt beautiful in it, sexy even. You knew Rhett would love it.

As you drove to the hotel an hour outside of Wabang, you tried to calm your nerves. You weren’t sure why you were nervous, but you couldn’t stop taking in shaky breaths the closer you got. As you pulled into the parking lot, Rhett was leaning against the side of his truck. His arms were crossed over his chest and the shirt sleeves of the black tee strained over his biceps.

His lazy grin puts you at ease. It was just Rhett, there was nothing to be nervous about.

You parked beside him and hopped out of the driver’s seat, barely shutting your door before making your way towards him. He pulled you into him the second you were within reach, strong arms enveloping you in a tight embrace.

“Missed you.”

“You saw me two days ago. Don’t tell me you’re going soft on me, Rhett.” You joked, poking his side with your index finger.

He shut you up with a firm kiss, hands sliding down into the back pockets of your jeans. You couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped your throat, which led to his tongue teasing your bottom lip.

“We should- we should go check in.”

He held onto your hand the entire time, thumb gently rubbing the back of your thumb as the front desk employee checked you in.

“Here are your room keys. Breakfast is served from 7-9 in the mornings. Enjoy your stay, Mr. and Mrs. Abbott.”

“We’re n-“

“Thank you, ma’am. Have a night evening.” He muttered, hand keeping slight pressure on your lower back as he ushered you out the front door and to your vehicles to collect your bags. You were silent on the elevator ride to your room, your fingers tapping on the handle of your duffle.

Mrs. Abbott. You couldn’t deny the way those two words caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach. How they caused your heart to contract and your palms to sweat. Rhett didn’t correct her. Why? He probably didn’t want to be rude - but it still made your mind wander.

The elevator dinged to signal you had arrived at your floor, shaking you out of your thoughts. Rhett flashed you a smile, grabbing your hand once more for you to follow him down the hall. You glanced at the numbers plastered on the cream colored doors, taking note of the plush carpet that lined the floor. This place was nice, but you didn’t realize how nice until you made it to your room.

Room 435.

Rhett pressed the key to the detector and the lock clicked open. Inside, you were met with the most beautiful room. The layout was spacious, looking more like a small apartment rather than a hotel room. There was a king sized bed that stretched out into the middle of the floor, a couch and large flat screen television. A small kitchenette was to your right as you walked through the door and there was a big window with a breathtaking view.

“Rhett, you really shouldn’t have,” you began but he stopped you before you could continue by pressing a finger to your lips.

“I wanted to treat my girl,” he stated, taking your bags and sitting them in one of the chairs at the small dining table. “How about we order some room service and relax?”

All you could do was nod, suddenly feeling a bit overwhelmed with how he was treating you. Your mind started wandering again, thinking maybe this was more than just temporary. You had already established your relationship, knowing that you wanted to be together but you were still keeping it on the down low, not disclosing it to anyone but those close to you. But his lack of response to you being called Mrs. Abbott… you couldn’t help but think about what your future with Rhett held.

Rhett smiled softly at you as he called the front desk, ordering a spread of food for the two of you to enjoy. You ate in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company. You fed him some of your dessert, rolling your eyes as he moaned dramatically around the fork.

“So… I have a surprise,” you said, chuckling at the way Rhett straightened in his seat across from you.

“What is it?”

“I, uh.. I bought a few new pieces of lingerie. You want me to model them for you?”

His eyes darkened almost instantly, lips quirked up at the corner.

“You wanna put on a show for me?” His voice was husky, thick with desire already. You smiled sweetly at him, moving from your chair and over to stand in between his spread legs. Placing a small kiss to his cheek as his hands traced up the backs of your thighs.

“Wait on the bed for me, daddy.”

You plucked the bag out of your duffle, making your way into the large en-suite bathroom. You placed the delicate material out on the counter before touching up your makeup. Your heart was thrumming in your chest in anticipation. After you slipped the lingerie on your body, you ruffled your hair to give it a little volume. You shook your hands a few times to get rid of some anxiousness and opened the door. The entry to the bathroom faced the end of the bed and Rhett’s eyes dragged over your body, devouring you with his stare.

“Goddamn, baby. Look at you,” he spoke, sounding winded. His thighs spread wide as he looked at you. Your cheeks felt hot, not knowing what to do with your hands or how to stand. “Did you buy that just for me?”

“Mhmm.”

“Come closer. Let me see you.”

You moved towards him slowly, fingers playing with the hem of the short negligee as you stood in front of the man before you. He raised his hand, index finger pointed to the ceiling as he gestured for you to spin for him. You did just that, twirling without hurry, wanting him to take it all in. When you faced him again, his hand scrubbed over his stubbled jaw. Tongue darting out to lick his lower lip. Even in the low lighting you could see the greys that lined his temples. You felt like a gazelle caught in the line of sight of a hungry lion. The way he was looking at your body made your thighs clench. Your heartbeat quickened as he beckoned you over with the crook of his finger.

“You’re so good to me, baby. Getting all dolled up to surprise daddy.”

His rough hands rubbed over the backs of your thighs once more, this time without any barrier. Rhett massaged the meat of your legs, roaming under the lace to grab two handfuls of your ass. He pulled you close to him, head resting against your stomach as he let his fingers trace the edges of the panties. He pulled back to look up at you from under his lashes, blue eyes pinning you in place.

“The things I want to do to you right now, honey.”

“Let me take care of you, daddy.”

You kneeled between his legs, the carpet providing a slight cushion. Your hands hastily fiddled with his belt, wanting your mouth on him as soon as possible. He took pity, seeing as how you couldn’t quite get the buckle undone in your rush. He did it so easily it made you huff out of slight annoyance. You sat back on your heels and waited patiently, hands folded in your lap. Rhett tugged his jeans off, tossing them to the side. There he sat in front of you in just his black boxer briefs and black t-shirt, both clinging to him in ways that made your mouth water.

He palmed himself through his boxers a few times before discarding his shirt, joining the ever growing pile of clothes. You chewed on your bottom lip as it was your turn to look over his body. His broad shoulders and chest were on display. His soft stomach and the love handles that you adored so much were begging to be touched. You reached for him, fingers gripping the waistband of his underwear and pulling them down his thick thighs. His hard cock slapped against his lower stomach and you wasted no time in licking a line from the base to the tip, collecting the droplet of precum on your tongue.

Rhett inhaled sharply as you continued with small kitten licks on the head. You wrapped your lips around it, bobbing your head to take more of his length into your mouth. He felt heavy in your mouth, the weight of it causing you to gag slightly. His hand pulled your hair back into a makeshift ponytail.

Having him in your mouth like this gave you a sense of power. Rhett was putty in your hands when you sucked him off.

Your short nails scraped along his thighs, smirking around him as you felt him shiver. His thighs were extremely sensitive, just one of many things you had learned about Rhett since you started sleeping together.

The grip on your hair tightened as you took him deeper into your mouth, his tip grazing the back of your throat just barely. You spread your knees and arched your back, causing the negligee to slip up and put your ass on display. Tears formed at the corners of your eyes as Rhett lightly thrusted his hips up into your mouth.

He tugged on your hair until he slid out of your mouth with a slight pop. A spit trail followed in its wake and you whined in protest. You had wanted him to cum in your mouth, pouting up at him. Rhett’s chest heaved as he looked down to you, fingers still tangled in your hair.

“As much as I love coming in that sinful mouth, I think I should take care of you. I know you’re desperate for it.”

He hauled you to your feet easily. You always forgot how strong he actually was. Years of working on the ranch giving him the strength of an ox. A giggle escaped you as he manhandled you to the bed. He towered over you, kneeling above you as he traced his thumbs across your bent knees.

“What do you want, babygirl?”

“Want you,” you replied quietly.

“You’re gonna need to be more specific than that.”

His hands slid up your thighs, pushing the lingerie above your hips. He thumbed the thin waistband of your panties, a lopsided grin growing on his face as he spread your legs wide and noticed the wet patch through the scrap of fabric.

“Oh, honey. You’re so wet for daddy, aren’t you. Just dying for me to play with that pretty pussy. C’mon, tell daddy what you want him to do.”

You moaned at his words, canting your hips towards him, silently begging him.

“Want you to- want your mouth on me. Please.”

“Now, was that so hard?”

He slid down the mattress until he was on his stomach, mouth mere inches from where you craved to feel him. Pressing your thighs back towards your chest he moved towards your heat.

He placed a light open-mouthed kiss to your cunt through the panties, tongue starting at your hole and licking a long stripe to your clit. You keened loudly, bucking your hips against his mouth as he sucked on the sensitive bud over the fabric. You could feel his spit cooling on it and you so desperately wanted him to tear them off and get his mouth on you properly.

“Daddy,” you whined out, fingers gripping his greying locks.

He knew what you wanted and who was he to deny his best girl?

You heard it before you felt it, a tearing of thread hit your ears before you felt the sting of the panties being ripped from your body. A gasp emitted from your lips as he threw the shredded underwear over his shoulder and mouth attached to your wet pussy, tongue delving into your dripping hole. The action caused your back to arch off the bed and a shattered breath to escape you, leaving you no time to be upset over your now destroyed underwear.

Rhett’s nose bumped against your clit as his pointed tongue circled your entrance. He shook his head slightly, moving side to side to stimulate the bundle of nerves. You raised your head from the pillows to look down at him and was met with him staring into your eyes. At that moment, his gaze trapped you. You couldn’t look away even if you tried.

He moved to wrap his lips around your clit, suctioning onto the bud. You moaned loudly, not caring who heard you. Your thighs clenched around his head as he sucked hard. His middle finger slid inside, curling up and immediately finding that spongy spot.

Between his attack on your clit and g-spot, you were coming on his mouth. A flash of white-hot heat washed over you as you released onto his tongue. He helped you come down from your high, placing one last kiss to your oversensitive clit before pulling away.

Your thighs ached and you could already feel the beginnings of stubble burn. Rhett rested his head against your stomach, fingertips tracing against the red spot on your hip bone. Your fingers threaded through his hair to pull his head up.

“Come up here, please,” you said, still trying to catch your breath.

He crawled up your body, groaning as you pulled him down into a kiss. Your tongue slid into his mouth, moaning slightly at the taste of yourself on him. You stayed like that for a while, kissing each other and barely pulling away for air. Rhett’s hands groped at your breasts, roughly grabbing at the mounds which caused you to arch up into the touch.

“Want you to ride me while you’re wearing this pretty lingerie. Can you do that, baby?”

“Anything for you, daddy.”

“That’s my good girl. C’mere,” he said, rolling off of you and moving to press his back against the headboard. He maneuvered you into his lap, his waist spreading your thighs. You felt his cock slide between your slick folds, the tip nudging against your clit as you grinded against him.

“Stop being a little cocktease,” Rhett growled, hands gripping your hips to stop your movements. You grinned at him before taking him in your hand, lining him up to slide inside your heat.

You both moaned in unison at the feeling, your walls fluttering around his cock as you were fully seated on him. You stayed like that for a minute, adjusting to his size in this position. Your hands braced themselves on his chest, nails digging into the bull tattoo on his right pectoral.

“Feel s’full,” you slurred out, mustering up all your strength to stay upright.

“Yeah, baby. I can feel you clenching around me. Ride me, sweet girl. Show me how bad you want it.”

Your hands moved to his shoulders, giving you the leverage to raise your hips. His tip was barely inside before you seated yourself down on him again. You continued this speed for a bit, getting into a comfortable rhythm. You started bouncing faster, the head of his cock bumping against your g-spot deliciously. Rhett’s hands kept a bruising grip on your thighs, eyes hooded as he watched you fuck yourself on his cock.

“That’s it, honey. Just like that. Look so perfect riding daddy’s cock.”

You slowed down to a grind, wanting to drag it out as long as you could. Your hands roamed across your own body, groping your breasts and pinching your hardened nipples through the baby blue negligee. He knocked your hands away to replace them with his own, leaning forward to wrap his lips around one nipple.

“When the lady called me Mrs. Abbott, oh, fuck.. you didn’t correct her. Why?” You’re not sure why you brought it up at that moment, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

“Kind of liked the sound of it… Did it make you uncomfortable?”

“No… I really liked the sound of it, too” you said in a hushed tone, like you were exposing one of your deepest secrets. Turns out, you were.

“Oh, yeah? Like the thought of being my wife?”

You nodded as you picked up the pace again, wanting to chase that feeling from earlier.

“You want me to make you Mrs. Abbott? Fill you up and have you full of my baby? Everyone would know you’re mine,” Rhett said.

He gripped your hips and braced his feet onto the mattress, thrusting up into your pussy. The force of it caused you to collapse forward, burying your face into his neck and whining loudly. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, clinging to him as his brutal thrusts continued.

“Wanna give you that, honey. Wanna give it all to you. Wanna make you an Abbott. Wanna make you a mama, god. Fuck, you feel so good.”

“I want it so bad. Give it to me, Rhett. Give me everything,” you whispered into his ear, nibbling on the earlobe as he moved inside you.

His hand snaked down to your clit, making rough circles against it with his thumb and you were clenching around him before you knew it.

Placing your forehead against Rhett’s to look into those captivating blue eyes as you reached your peak. Your scream got caught in your throat as you came, stars bursting behind your eyelids as Rhett came right after you. His hot release filled you, causing you to whimper.

“Fuck,” he grunted, pulling away and looking down at where you were still connected. You could feel him leaking out of you and it made your head spin. You lifted off of him, gasping when some of his cum trailed down your inner thigh.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, honey.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your temple before getting up and heading to the bathroom to give a wet washcloth. You jerked as he touched your sensitive cunt.

“Shhh, that’s it. You did so good, sweetheart. Always so good for me,” he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He helped you under the covers after you finished in the bathroom, wrapping his arms tightly around you to pull you close.

“Rhett?”

“Mhm?”

“Did you mean it? About giving me everything?”

He lost out a sigh before pulling you impossibly closer. His nose brushed along your neck before he spoke.

“I would. I would give you anything you wanted. Honey, you make me so happy. You make my girls happy. I love you, and I know I don’t say it enough, but I do. I want it all with you.”

You couldn’t help from tearing up at his words, fingertips grazing along his forearms before turning to face him.

“I love you, Rhett. I love you so much.”

Your noses knocked together once again, something you noticed that was becoming a habit. You let out a wet laugh as a tear fell and Rhett caught it with his thumb. He kissed your forehead and you snuggled closer to him, throwing a leg over his waist.

“If this whole weekend is gonna be like this, it’ll be hard for me to leave.”

“You’ll miss the girls too much. And besides, I wanna see the town anyways since you dragged me all the way out here. I even brought that dress you love.”

“Woman, you spoil me.”

You fell asleep in Rhett’s arms that night, having a much brighter outlook on your future together. And if you dreamed about Rhett carrying a baby boy on his hip that looked just like him, with a gold wedding band adorning his ring finger… well, you couldn’t control yourself.

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[madame-fear]

Can you do headcanons about modern single dad jacaerys x single mom reader ? 💕🙏

amira speaks! : yesss of course my love! i hope this was what you expected. i do apologise beforehand, it might be a bit short, and i hope it was what you expected, my dear nonnie. 🙏

— genre : fluff, modern au. — pairing : modern!single dad!jacaerys verlaryon x modern!single mum!reader.

: ̗̀➛ jace would’ve met you because your son befriended his own, becoming best friends — so, obviously, being best friends included going to each other’s houses.

: ̗̀➛ jace already knew you — very slightly — when both of you dropped off your children at school at the same time, but never managed to properly meet, or talk to you. And not that he had noticed you that much at that time, either.

: ̗̀➛ both of you are young single parents. While his young wife abandoned him and their son from one day to another a few months after giving birth to the boy, your boyfriend abandoned you while being pregnant — so you shared a similar background on how you became single parents.

: ̗̀➛ the second you step into his home with your child, he immediatly warmly greets you and makes you feel at home. Jace has a cheery personality, very gentle and delicate around you; plus, he would be the most polite man you ever met. Impossible not to already warm up to him already.

: ̗̀➛ jace has an almost natural paternal instinct that swoops you off your feet. While both boys are playing around together, you might see him bringing hot chocolate and cookies to them, and maybe even messing with their hair. BEING A SWEET FATHER EVEN TO YOUR BOY IS HIS RIZZ–

: ̗̀➛ he can tell you must be a good mother as well, by the way your boy always clings to you and kisses your cheek or makes sweet little drawings for you and you just shower him in love. Even his son already adores you, and even if Jace won’t say it, you would have already stolen his heart with the calm kindness and loveliness you have around children.

: ̗̀➛ gods, he can’t help but notice how pretty you are in every sense as well. The way you know how to charismatically joke around with him, the way you so sweetly laugh and smile, how you stare at him when he’s talking to you, and how you always lift his and/or your boy off the ground just to spin them around the air playfully.

: ̗̀➛ perhaps the last woman he held such an endearing love before broke his heart, making grief be engraved in every inch of his being, and even left him with a baby boy who was just a few months old; clueless and anxious. But you? You are different, he knows. Just like you know, he could never leave your side, even helping you out in the silliest things.

: ̗̀➛ at this point in time, you befriended one another rapidly. Often going to each other’s houses — much to the boys delight, too —, talking and chatting 24/7, and occasionally staying for dinner.

: ̗̀➛ though he might be a bit shy to express his love for you, no matter how long he has known you for and how perfectly well he knows you, Jace will do his best to show his appreciation for you. And oh, he never fails to charm you away.

: ̗̀➛ bringing flowers, gifting you jewellery, buying toys for your son, kissing your cheek and pressing his lips on your skin longer than he should — all clear signs. You are too afraid you misinterpret his politeness, but you are far from misunderstanding anything.

: ̗̀➛ at one point in time, after the tension is more than notoriously felt lurking between every single one of your stares, or how comforting it feels when both of you are together playing with your boys as if it were both of them were your own family, I think he wouldn’t be to keen in keeping what he feels for you any longer.

: ̗̀➛ to which, before you left his home with your son back to your home, he would’ve held you for a bit longer. Of course, silly boy would be idiotically stumbling upon his own words rather timidly trying to find the proper words, and when he does, he would offer to take you somewhere you fancy, and the boys would be taken care of by anyone you trust wholeheartedly.

: ̗̀➛did you say yes? of fucking course, in the blink of an eye. And, you left by gently pressing your lips on his cheek, placing a tender kiss, and giving him a sweet, wide, toothy grin. The one that melts his heart, at the same time it makes it pound violently against his chest. On the outside you look like the most tranquil person in the world, but on the inside, you are screaming and giggling like a little girl with a crush. Finally, it was about time he would make a move.

: ̗̀➛ it’s needless to say his son adores you as much as Jace adores you entirely without a doubt, and by seeing how much of a proper loving mother to his son as if he were also your own, he just knows you are the one he would forever cherish with the entirety of his being.

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[dairy-farmer]

Tumblr said they couldn't send this ask so I'm resending this.

AU where JayTim were boyfriends before Jason died and no one knew. Not wanting his boyfriend's legacy to be ruined, he becomes Robin. Bruce and Dick becomes enamored with this soft, soft creature that brought light in their darkest times. They spent the next few years trying to seduce and groom Tim to them but Tim is oblivious to it all. He's still hung up on his Robin.

Then Jason comes back and learns he's been replaced from Talia. He doesn't know it's Tim. Talia never told him because she was jealous of the boy that has her beloved wrapped around his finger. She knows there's a chance that Jason wouldn't harm Tim so she's gambling on the chance that he's far into his Pit madness to bother learning about his replacement's identity.

So Jason goes to the tower and attacks Tim until he learns that it's his Tim that his dad had decided to put in the uniform that Jason died in. He's horrified but Tim is comforting him still despite knowing his boyfriend has become a monster like the Joker.

They run away. They believe that Bruce would never accept Jason back or like it if Tim is sleeping with a crime lord. They're kinda wrong. Bruce would accept Jason back if he helps them get on Tim's bed. Now, Jason becomes public enemy number one for stealing his ducky.

JayTim spends the next few months in romantic bliss while Jason's name is dragged through the mud even more by Nightwing who claims that his brother came back wrong and has kidnapped Tim and probably torturing him

It might've helped if Tim kept in contact with his friends but Tim and Jason were worried that they'll get in trouble with Batman if they reveal themselves and so they lie in wait, hoping that everything will die out soon.

While Tim was happily fulfilling his dream life as a stay-at-home wife, he's found by the Bats and dragged back to the Manor. Bruce and Dick tells him that Jason hurt him and that he has Stockholm syndrome. Tim knows it isn't true but no one believes him. No matter how much he cries and beg. He's been stripped off of technology so he couldn't try to make an escape.

...

Bruce and Dick never do anything sexual with Tim. They wanted their first time and Tim's first time to be special. Then, one day, Tim wakes up sick. They run a couple of tests and to their horror, Tim is pregnant. Jason is worse than they thought! He raped Tim! And it seems Tim enjoyed it too seeing as he's begging them to let him keep it. So they don't force Tim to abort

They don't see a pint in keeping themselves from touching Tim, however. Clearly, Tim is a slut that needs to be fucked if he happy to spread his legs for his kidnapper.

- 🦆

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AHH!!! the way that no one knows about their relationship beforehand sets up such a perfect misunderstanding!!! bruce and dick both seeing and falling for tim the way that jason did so when jason comes back and steals tim from them, someone they believe he only has reason to despise- they, of course, think jason is doing something bad to tim. so when they find them they're so wrapped up in their conclusions and worst fears that they assume the worst and end up more or less holding tim hostage while jason returns to the cabin he and tim had been staying in to find that his little wife has been stolen.

and tim being pregnant with jason's baby!!!!!!!! of course dick and bruce are horrified and fear the worst about what their poor timmy endured under jason. with how fervently he defends jason and how they hear him crying for jason at night it seems like jason has seriously brainwashed tim in the time he's had him. they hear how tim moans about jason and now that tim is pregnant its clear that much of the barriers they'd put up to hold themselves back from touching tim are useless. tim is already 'damaged goods'. he's knocked up with a murdering criminal's child and he's intent on keep and raising it no matter what they say.

dick and bruce have only ever wanted what was best for tim even if he may not know what was best for him. tim is convinced he needs jason, needs his presence, needs his attention, needs his cock in his slutty knocked-up cunt. so...dick and bruce decide to take it upon themselves to make sure tim gets everything he needs, whether he knows he wants it or not.

[that-wizard-oki]

How did you start doing jobs for kingsisle?? I'm trying to break into the industry as an artist, and I have no clue how to approach potential employers, even just for commissions 😭😭

Hey! So I actually work full time with KingsIsle as a character animator- my job year round is to make pets, mounts, mobs, npc's move :D

How I got started here is kind of a wild story. I had been wanting to reach out to KI about possibly interning with them post-graduation- I had a few people I semi knew at the company, and knew I'd have a good portfolio piece to show them from my senior thesis project. However, three days before graduation, a friend from KI msg'ed me that KI was doing summer internships, and asked if I was interested. I spent the next 3 days building my portfolio website/resume & sent it to my friend. A month and two interviews later, they accepted me! Once my internship was drawing to and end, they were able to offer me a full time position.

My #1 piece of advice for folks trying to break into the industry: MAKE CONNECTIONS. NETWORK. Obviously having dedication and building your artistic skills (whether that's character design, animation, story boarding, etc) is a huge part of it- like you can make as many connections as you want, but if you don't have a decent set of skills/a portfolio to back you up, then you might be out of luck there. But I cannot understate the importance of networking.

So, how do you make connections/network? My advice:

-I know everyone can't afford it, but going to an art school/college is a decent way to make connections- not just with teacher's who have worked in the industry themselves, but also with your future artists. Heck, I've been seeing younger artists like myself start their own studios. You can defo still make connections w/o college, but I just wanted to note that.

-Interact with artists/folks in the industry online. comment on their posts, ask them genuine questions. Most folks are happy to answer questions or give portfolio advice.

-Mentorships are a great thing- also something i see offered on twitter a lot. Some studio's like dreamworks have "internship" like programs where people who have recently graduation or are looking for a career change can apply to and learn from. I'd follow companies you're interested in via linkedin, or visit their websites to see if they offer things like this

-Also!! Participate in anijams, gamejams, art swaps, zines- these are all great ways to connect with fellow artists online. My college has an animation club that does anijams twice a year- which is a GREAT thing to put on your resume- it shows collaboration, dedication- things you need to be open to when working in the industry.

-I'd also say that trying to narrow down what you're really passionate about doing (for me, 3d animation just fit my heart the best) and learn more about it. Watch youtube videos, follow tutorials. Practice your anatomy, do gesture drawings from life, draw as many hands and feet as you can, lol. All things to help strengthen your skills! Consistency is key!!

I know that's a lot of info, so I just want to reiterate something: I've been at KI for about a year and a half now, and I am still just as passionate about this game as I was beforehand. That passion is one of my greatest assets. WANTING to do what I do for work makes working a lot easier, and produces a better product. If you have a passion, a drive to do something, you can do the damn thing. Making connections/being consistent as an artists can feel wildly overwhelming. But it doesn't have to be. You're worthy of sharing your art and ideas with the world, and people want to hear them. Baby steps! Start small. Heck talking to me already gets your started with networking :D

Hope that wasn't too rambly/answered some of your questions anon. Feel free to inbox or dm me if you wanna chat more- goes for anyone reading this :)

[lavendertales]

Love in the dark: Part IV**

pairing: Javier Peña x wife!reader

summary: you and Javier both try to date, getting a taste of potential freedom. But that taste becomes sour, and you seek Javier’s sweetness all over again.

word count: 7.3k

WARNINGS: this chapter is more from reader’s perspective. talk of depression & grieving. piv (unprotected), face sitting, blowjob, cockwarming, creampie/some vague talk of makin’ babies.

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

gif: @azertyrobaz​ 

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Nervousness fills your body as you toss and turn in the bed, now emptied of Javier’s presence. In a few hours, you would have the first joined therapy in two months, meant to discuss the progress in your relationship.

Granted, it feels like the two of you have made progress—disregarding the slip up you just had on your second to last day. But when it comes to you and Javier, rules are not always meant to be respected.

You decide to check the phone and you notice the red light informing you of a message. Curious, you press play.

This is Dr. Pearson. I was wondering if you’d be able to stop by my office tomorrow at four p.m. The joined session remains, as discussed, at five p.m. Do let me know if you can make it.

Your heart trembles a little inside your chest. Why would she request to meet you beforehand? Did she somehow suspect you and Javier had broken the rules yet again? Wouldn’t that be hilarious, you giggle to yourself.

There’s no way, you conclude after a while. You just have to suck it up and go to the session.

No big deal, right?

It turns out it’s quite tricky—Javier’s touches and his harsh grip remain imprinted on your skin like an invisible tattoo that, in return, itches and burns. Though it’s evidently not the first time you’ve slept with Javier, something about last night lingers on your mind and body alike. He felt the same, yet differently at the same time. Perhaps that break did wonders, much more than you’d like to admit.

Why was it so tough to admit your wrongs? Why did it feel so suffocating, so endlessly painful on both your parts? It certainly wasn’t this way back when you first met. It was fun, you might dare say. Even though the danger was imminent and both your lives could end at any given moment, you and Javier were simply smitten with each other, drunk on and from each other.

You weren’t sure where the turning point was, but you were determined to at least give it a try.

Heart in your throat, you find yourself knocking on Ms. Pearson’s door again. Your fingers tremble slightly as they curl nervously around your purse. The moment you hear her soothing voice welcoming you, you take a deep breath and showcase a polite smile.

“Today’s the last day,” Ms. Pearson says.

To which you reply with nothing more but a faint smile, trying your hardest to not reminisce yesterday’s events.

“How was the break?”

You clear your throat first, as if that would get rid of the lustful shame.

“I think it was actually good,” you reply. “To both our surprise, it might’ve been the best decision.”

“I’m really glad to hear that.”

“Can I ask—why did you want to see me separately before the joined session?”

Ms. Pearson takes a deep breath, her crystal blue eyes locking with yours in a sympathetic manner that speaks volumes.

“I do this with a lot of the couples who opt for the break method. When the trial period is over, I schedule a joined session, but make sure to speak to the partners individually as well, get their insights without the risk of being influenced by the other’s presence.”

“Oh. I see. Clever.”

“As a matter of fact, Javier was here before you. He should return soon for the joined session.”

“Okay.”

“Now.”

Ms. Pearson says your name, opening her notebook.

“You say the break was good.”

“Yes,” you admit. “Yesterday… it was just something in the way Javier looked at me that felt like his old self. It felt like we will make it through.”

“That’s very good to hear.”

Ms. Pearson smiles, looking down at her notebook, then back at you.

“From what I can tell, it seems you want and sort of expect Javier to be there for you, to protect you from any kind of hurt,” she says. “And in return, you take care of him when he can’t. However, when the roles are reversed, it shakes you both. Javier isn’t really used to taking care of others in the way you do, hence why self-care is difficult for him. And you are not used to protecting others the way he does it.”

“I suppose that’s fair. There was an incident when we first met that might’ve… triggered this desire to have him around me at all times. Something that let me know… having him close means I’m safe."

She nods, thus encouraging you to go on. With a massive knot in your throat, you scramble through your memories to revive that particular one.

“We had just started seeing each other. No one knew, of course. He’s not the type to kiss and tell, and neither am I. It was just us two, and it was… electric. It was intense and loving, everything it could be. But because he was involved in such a high stakes operation, people knew him. Sometimes the wrong people. One evening, he was followed and… he was seen with me. We didn’t know it at the time, of course. The next evening, I was getting ready to go out and meet him at his place, and someone broke inside my apartment. I was threatened at gun point, but Javier got there. He—handled things.”

“What did he do?”

You gulp, the memory freshly violent inside your head like it was yesterday.

“He shot the man.”

“It must’ve been quite the shock for you.”

“I’ve never witnessed such a scene. It should’ve been scary and horrible—which it was, don’t get me wrong—but… next thing I knew, Javier took me in his arms and held me close to him and… it felt like it was all gone. Like it hadn’t happened.”

Ms. Pearson murmurs affirmatively, and a light switches in your head.

“What about afterwards?” she asks you.

“Afterwards… we carried on. He tried his best to soothe me and make sure I was okay, and I made sure he was okay. I packed him lunch, I made sure he actually ate something and drank water for a change, trying to help him fix his sleeping schedule, all that.”

You chuckle out loud. “I see what you mean.”

Ms. Pearson smiles as well.

“I’m now pretty sure that incident sparked my unconscious association of Javier and safety.”

“And it might be the same time when Javier began to associate comfort with you,” Ms. Pearson adds.

Something else hits you, hard, and you remain shook, mouth agape.

“That’s when it happened,” you mutter.

“What did?”

“The rupture. I’ve been trying to pinpoint the moment when Javier and I began to drift apart from each other. And now… now I think it happened after my mother died.”

“Why do you think that is?”

“We were newlyweds, just a few short months in, and when that happened, I felt like not even Javier could protect me from that pain, so I—“

“You—what?”

Ms. Pearson calls out your name, but you don’t respond. You stare at the white wall in front of you, reminiscing the exact words you exchanged with Javier at that time.

“Tell me what I can do, baby. I’m here for you.”

“I—I don’t know. I can’t even—think properly.”

“If you do need anything—“

“God, Javi, please! My mother is dead! You keep asking me these questions like I know any fucking thing right now! I don’t know, okay?! I have no fucking clue about anything!”

“I just want to be here for you. That’s all.”

“If you wanna be here for me, how about you back off a little? Please. Please, just—“

“You want space?”

“I think it would help, yes.”

“Okay. Have your space.”

A shiver runs down your back and your eyes get teary in an instant.

“I pushed him away,” you nearly whisper in disbelief. “I told him to back off, to go away… and he did. He did it to protect me, as usual, but after that… things started to change.”

“What kind of change?”

“It was the first time we’ve spent apart in two years. When I returned from San Francisco, things were a little awkward. We started going out with some of his family, friends, and he would drink a little more than usual, like he did back in Colombia. And I started smoking, and… months later, the arguments started.”

The fine irony that ensued between that excruciating first break to the current one that might just save your marriage nearly makes you laugh, but you withhold such a reaction.

“Oh my God, it’s both our fault,” you say. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“I’m not licensed to say that kind of things. And we are not here for me to give such conclusions.”

“Just—blink twice if yes.”

Ms. Pearson giggles and nods her head at the same time.

“Look, all I can tell you is that, as opposed to a month, two months ago, you two seem to be doing better. And this break seems to have been doing its designated job.”

“See, I knew you’d catch onto that irony.”

You both giggle, the sound of a light knock at the door catching your attention.

“That must be Javier,” Ms. Pearson says, standing up to open the door.

“Are we alright to talk now?”

“Yes, it’s fine.”

With a gulp that you can only hope is by no means audible, your eyes shoot in the door’s direction.

One might think you’d be used to the simple sight of your husband entering a room. It’s mundane, inefficient with regards to potential side effects. Except now, it’s not. It’s tingling your skin to see him after yesterday’s events, to have him so close that his cologne infiltrates your nostrils without an ounce of shame. Suddenly your whole body feels sensitive again, aching and longing to be molded and held expertly by his calloused hands.

The two of you lock eyes, sharing the mutual understanding that last night isn’t to be spoken about. There is a silent plea in the way you stare at him, one that he doesn’t quite pick up, but you know, deep down, he gets it.

“How are we doing today?” Ms. Pearson seems to be addressing you both.

“Peachy,” you both reply simultaneously, much to your amusement.

You smile at him, biting your lip afterwards in an attempt to not reminisce anything from yesterday.

Not the haste with which Javier undressed you both, not the adrenaline rush as his lips traveled south on your body, not the moans that escaped past your lips along with his thrusts, each deeper than the last. It felt like the juiciest taste of the forbidden fruit; come to think of it, perhaps that’s why it tasted so damn good.

“I take it the break worked,” she continues, studying you both closely.

“Not the worst idea in the world, I’ll give you that,” Javier says, compliant.

But then, Ms. Pearson takes a deep breath, examining whatever files she has in front of her. You have the sudden sensation that she’s planning to say something less than comfortable.

“Good. That’s really good news. You do seem to be doing better.”

“Well, you know, adhering to a set of strict rules did help,” you joke.

Javier stifles a chuckle, and in that moment you realize he is also trying not to focus on last night’s events.

“What I would like to give to you today is one last exercise in order to make a final assessment of your marriage’s status,” Ms. Pearson says.

“Exercise?”

“A test, shall we say. But based on your reaction to our last exercise, I have the feeling I will be met with resistance from at least one of you.”

Another chuckle from Javier’s side, though his interest remains peeked.

“What do we have to do?” you ask.

“I’d like for you to try going out with someone.”

The suggestion is met with complete silence from you and Javier. You exchange a confused look, then your gaze falls back on Ms. Pearson, both your foreheads crinkled under the weight of your frowns.

“Go out with someone as in… a date?” Javier tries to understand.

“Pretty sure that is the only way she meant it, honey,” you coo.

Something in the way you addressed Javier makes him tremble with an excitement he hadn’t felt since the early days of your relationship. Truth be told, he really missed all the little things that made you two exactly who you were. Strong, fierce, madly in love like randy teenagers.

While there’s still plenty of passion left in between you two—as seen in your previous forbidden encounters—there is also a certain innocence to your love. Sure, things may have begun on life-threatening terms for you, but your mutual infatuation blossomed into so much more: giggles as Javier kissed your forehead and nose, handwritten notes to encourage him and tell him to eat properly, as well as handwritten notes from him to you telling you that he loves you and that you made his life better.

That innocence remains in the way you look at each other, though your hearts may be heavily filled with anger and resentment from things that don’t really have anything to do with either one of you.

“Why would we date outside the marriage if we both agree that the break was good?” you ask, suddenly hesitant.

“The idea is to take this final step in order to give you both a little perspective over things. I’ve seen this happen before: couples are happy after the break, the sessions come to an end, and months later they either end up here or end up being divorced because someone else got involved. It may not always be the case, but it can happen. And the exercise is meant to ensure that your current partner is truly what you want.”

You and Javier exchange another look, as if to check with each other non-verbally, yet now he seems to be the one on board with the whole ordeal.

“Not sure this would be good,” you say.

“You sound like you have something to be worried about,” Javier says carefully.

“Well—yeah. You’re my husband, I—“

And then Javier gets it. He doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but he does understand it at last.

“Are you really so worried I’ll be unfaithful?” he can’t help but ask.

“No,” you couldn’t reply faster.

“Or that I’ll go back to the womanizing agent you met back in Colombia?”

“No, stop! Stop trying to pick a fight, please.”

Javier inhales, then exhales slowly, staring you down in an oddly warm way.

“I’m not trying to,” he apologizes. “I’m really not. I just… the way you said it, like you don’t trust me—“

You reach for his hand, stroking it gently. “I do trust you. More than anyone in this world. You know that.”

“I do,” he nods.

“There seems to be resistance from your side this time,” Ms. Pearson tells you.

“Surely you can understand why. My husband happens to be a very attractive man that women always gravitate around, so I won’t apologize for acting territorial.”

Ms. Pearson shrugs. “I certainly understand that. But unless you fully trust your husband—and vice versa—this exercise, like the previous one, won’t work.”

You take a deep breath, weighing in your options—though you realize that, in reality, there’s only one.

“Fine,” you say. “So we have permission to go on a date with someone else.”

“By the end, you should have a clear image of what you’d like your future to be like. And again, in order for us to maximize the results, no intimacy with each other.”

“What about with our dates?”

This time, Javier side-eyes you like he’s about to pounce on you. If you weren’t in that office, you might’ve let him.

“Also no,” Ms. Pearson clarifies. “Until our session next week, no intimacy with each other or other people.”

But you didn’t say anything about intimacy with ourselves, so I’ll take that as a win, you coyly think.

“Looks like we get a permission slip for the weekend,” Javier tries to joke.

But deep down, you feel like you’re drowning.

You did what you were told: you went ahead and got yourself a date.

This guy at your office, Brandon, has made his interest in you well known for months, and you thought this was a good opportunity to seize the moment, as it were.

You loathed the idea with every fiber of your being but… doctor’s orders, you supposed. You had to remind yourself that it was just one date. Just one. This thing with you and Brandon had an expiration date, and the thought had to get you through the evening.

You put one of your favorite dresses for tonight; it’s really for your benefit instead of Brandon’s. You surely need that extra shot of confidence. As you stuff your keys into your purse, you take a fugitive glance at yourself in the mirror, concluding that you look surprisingly dashing.

Yet Javier is nowhere to be seen.

You kind of wish he was there to compliment you, to see the look on his face as he sees you descend down the stairs, but you figure he’s already out for his date.

Ugh. Even the idea makes you gag.

But it’s one evening. One stupid date, and you can draw your final conclusions and call this whole thing off.

You suddenly reminisce of your first official date you’ve had with Javier.

When you started seeing each other, it was just a fancy way of saying you were fucking. That was all either one of you had time for. But rapidly, those rough and greedy sweat sessions didn’t seem like enough: you both began to linger in each other’s beds, craving to simply remain there, in that moment. Then, simple things rose in between you two. You made him breakfast, and he responded by waiting for you each night and driving you home.

When the Cali cartel situation blew over, Javier finally asked you out on a real date. And he went all in: restaurant, nice dinner, walk among the stars and through the heat of the streets, and a chaste, slow kiss on your lips to bid you goodbye. He didn’t even try to get into your pants that evening, fact which you appreciated and giggled fondly at. But you could tell he was nervous. Naturally, you didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, so you maneuvered your way into the conversation carefully.

“Is this your first time taking a girl out?” you teased.

Javier actually chuckled, taking a sip of his whiskey. “Might as well be. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this.”

“Wow, I was teasing you, I didn’t actually expect you to answer it so honestly.”

He flashed a smile at you, as if soaking up all of your features to remember during the hours he wouldn’t see you.

“Most guys wouldn’t be blunt about it,” you continued.

“I normally wouldn’t.”

“So why are you doing it now?”

He faltered, as if measuring his next words with utmost care.

“I don’t know. I guess I want to know you better. And I guess… I want to be better. For you.”

Your heart tripled in size, if not more. You couldn’t help it. It was an involuntary reflex to his words and the knowledge you’ve been desperately keeping to yourself.

You were rapidly and hopelessly falling in love with that man, and you were terrified of what it could’ve done to you.

But it seemed you hadn’t much to worry about.

“I want to know you better too. And… be better, too.”

“I don’t know how you could be any better, but do let me know.”

You laughed. “I’m not perfect, Javi. No one is.”

“You’re pretty close, though.”

You blushed, taking a large sip of your red wine. Suddenly you became just as nervous, as if you were on your first date ever, too. Little by little, you warmed up to each other, carried your conversations carefree and shared laughter and flirtatious remarks.

By the end of the evening, you were a hundred percent sure you were in love with the man.

And you haven’t stopped since.

Coincidentally, the dress you’re wearing tonight is one of Javier’s favorites as well. But he won’t get to see it since he’s out with whatever bimbo he could find. Probably some blonde who gets drunk after one Martini and is eager to fall down to her knees to suck him off.

Damn. Started early with the jealousy.

You somehow managed to tune out whatever Brandon was telling you in the car. And in the restaurant. And when dinner arrived. He was mostly complaining about work anyway, so you sipped from your red wine and nodded along, making some noises to fake approve his dismissive attitude once in a while.

“I know, right?! Those rat bastards think we owe them our lives and we can’t even get a raise,” he shakes his head and chugs from his wine.

You purse your lips, not letting it slip that you got a raise quite a while ago and that his dismissal is due to the lack of his work ethic.

“What’s with the ring though?” he asks out of the blue, thus drawing your attention.

“Oh. Uh… it’s complicated.”

“Hey, I am not one to judge. Even chained dogs gotta bark once in a while, huh?”

You frown just as Brandon winks at you, and you feel squeamish. Never mind the fact that he just compared you to a dog, but the fact that he was openly okay with adultery crossed a line for you.

“What happened with you and your husband though?”

“Like I said, it’s complicated and quite a long story. Not sure it’s date conversation material.”

“Alright, I can take a cue. Consider this mouth shut.”

Again he winks, and again you have the urge to vomit.

And to think you wore one of your favorite dresses for this jerk.

“Hopefully yours won’t be later,” he smiles suggestively.

You actually have to fight the vomit that threatens to climb back up in your throat. You wonder how Javier’s date is going, if his somehow turned out to be even worse than yours.

You wonder if he misses you, or if he thinks about you.

“Okay, well. Thank you for picking me up after honking so many times to let me know you’re outside my house, but we should call it a night,” you say, already standing up from your chair.

Brandon’s facial expression is that of utter shock, like somehow his filthy charm didn’t work on you.

“So no dessert?” he sleazily asks.

God, how does this guy not have restraining orders against him?

“I’m quite full, thanks.”

“Trust me, you’re not.”

This time, you do make a face, but Brandon stands his ground. He stands up as if to follow you, and your hand instantly goes in your purse, preparing the pepper spray.

“Look, I don’t want to date,” you say in a definitive tone. “It was a suggestion made by someone. I am married still, and I adore my husband.”

Before Brandon gets in a word edge-wise, you stop one of the waiters and say, “He’ll be paying.”

You can’t hide the smile of victory as you rush to get out of the restaurant, eased that you got away from the creep. If dating was a bad idea before, sharing two glasses of wine with Brandon was peak depression.

You start walking towards home, which was still a few blocks away and it’s a bit chilly outside, but it’s far better than getting back into the car with that creep. Gotta remember to sell an anonymous tip to Human Resources on Monday about him, you fleetingly think.

Then you stop, half amused and half relieved at the face in front of you.

“Tough night?”

You smile widely. You can’t remember the last time you were so utterly excited to see Javier. Without any explanation, you sprint towards him and bury your head at his chest. He instantly wraps his arms tightly around you, stroking your head. He can feel you shake slightly, so he only pushes you away so he can give you his blazer, then takes you back into his arms again.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Had the most disgusting date ever,” you mutter.

“Did he do something to you?”

Javier’s instinct is to immediately inspect you, as if somehow hoping to catch something visible on your clothes. But instead, he backs up a few steps, jaw slightly open.

That’s when he notices your dress.

“No. But I was afraid he might, based on the sleazy comments he was making. I just don’t—Javi?”

He’s still staring at you in the dim light of the street; he only sees you, wearing that fitting dress that’s embracing your body in all of the right ways which make him feel sinful for staring, his blazer dangling from your shoulders…

His pulse increases, but the very least he can do is close his mouth so as to not start slobbering like some dog in heat.

“Javi, honey,” you say, approaching him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Just noticed… the dress. And you. I mean, you look… amazing.”

You gulp, stealing a quick glance at your own attire. “Thanks. I see you went for your usual look.”

Your words prompt Javier to examine his clothes as well, then rub the back of his neck. He wasn’t one to go for fashionable choices. Whatever fit, worked. It was always practical over anything else. Although, ever since he’s been with you, he took mental notes of what you liked seeing him wear and made sure to stick to those choices however often.

“Yeah, thought I’d play it safe. Wasn’t thrilled about going on this date,” he confesses.

“How about you walk me home and tell me all about it?”

He does. He walks you home and tells you about his date in great detail, stealing the occasional glance at your silhouette, keeping his thoughts to himself. Even if the break wouldn’t have been over, he still would’ve felt like breaking the rules.

Although technically… intimacy was not on the table till next week’s session.

But he tells you that the blonde named Angela was incredibly shallow and loved her vodka cranberries a little too much. He tells you that, by her fourth one, she blabbed on and on how she always fantasized about being with “a real Texan man”, and that Javier had to withhold laughter. You chuckle in return, trying to portray that in a hilarious manner, but after a while, you are left to imagine her drunk and horny, rubbing up against Javier, and your blood starts boiling in your veins.

You stop just before you reach your house, and Javier stares at you bewildered.

“This was such a terrible idea,” you coo.

“What was?”

“This. Dates with other people? I mean—what the fuck? I somehow managed to find the sleaziest, most disgusting man alive, and you had, unsurprisingly, a blonde bimbo almost straddling you.”

Javier frowns albeit the chuckle that escapes his lips.

“How did you know she was blonde? I didn’t tell you till a few minutes ago.”

You make a face that has him in stitches. “Please. There’s always a blonde bimbo who wants to be pounded. Especially in this town.”

He laughs wholeheartedly at your raw display of care and jealousy, feeling more flattered rather than anything else. He takes your hand in his, tongue slowly gliding over his bottom lip, tantalizingly sensual.

“Nothing was gonna happen,” he reassures you.

“Because you didn’t want to, or because we’re not supposed to?”

“She wasn’t my type.”

“You mean available and horny? Wasn’t that your type?”

“Maybe once.”

“Oh yeah? And what is your type, Javier?”

He smiles in the slightest, tingly at the sensation brought by your pronunciation of his full name, thus causing your heart to still.

“You,” he responds.

It might be cheesy, but it has its desired effect on you. When he leans in to kiss you, you simply melt like it’s the first kiss you’ve ever had. It feels oddly intimate, loaded with many memories and hope for the future. Anger, disappointment, love and lust are part of it just as much, fragmented in the way our lips press onto each other. It’s a waltz, not a race, leaving you both to realize how sensitive you feel in each other’s presence.

It’s almost as if you and Javier are learning to rediscover yourselves, rediscover all of the parts that make up your entire relationship.

You separate, staring at him with a bizarre longing. Instead of trying to figure it out, Javier simply leads you inside, and you both walk straight into the kitchen, as if reading the other’s thoughts.

“Wine?” he offers.

“Sure.”

“Red?”

“What’s a third glass of red wine gonna do, after all?”

Javier steals another glance at you, amused. “Oh, this is your third glass tonight?” he asks, placing the glass in front of you.

“Yes, why?”

“I love what red wine does to you. Especially that third glass.”

You frown, but don’t ask the question. You instantly recall each time you’ve had that drink with Javier, how it makes you feel so warm and fuzzy on the inside, loose on the outside. You recall how each time, without fail, you’ve sought Javier and his warmth, his bronze skin on yours, and you smile.

“This reminds me of the first time we slept together,” you giggle, unable to take your eyes away from him.

He joins you at the counter, sipping from his own glass.

“How come?”

“I mean, the very first time we actually made love, and didn’t just fuck in under two minutes because there was no time.”

Then of course, Javier remembers as well. A fond smile stretches on his lips as his eyes simply devour you, now able to observe your attire in a proper manner.

“It was the night we had our first real date,” he says, to which you nod.

“The walk under the stars, the laughs…”

“The red wine.”

You laugh happily, your chest filled with warmth that manages to melt away all of your previous worries and fears, but most importantly, all of your former self-hatred and anger.

“You looked so beautiful,” he then comments. “You always do.”

“Javi—“

“You’re so beautiful tonight, too.”

There is nothing you can add to that. You’re suddenly transported back to your first date, that same shyness filling you and emptying you at the same time, as well as the same realization you’ve had back then as you do now.

You love this man. You adore him. You cherish him, you are thankful to and for him, and you don’t want tonight to end.

“Bet that asshole didn’t appreciate the way you look tonight,” he grunts, almost as if the words cause him physical discomfort.

“He said I look hot, to quote him properly.”

Javier chuckles in his glass. “Sounds like something a prime class asshole would say.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

“So… what’s your conclusion based on this last exercise?”

There is no arrogance in his tone, no sarcasm, only the remnants of fear. You forget the wine for a moment, searching for his hands once again.

“I love you. I always have, in my own… deranged, depressed way. And I know you love me in your own… complicated way. And that you’ll always love me.”

Javier gulps. “But?”

You frown. “But what?”

“I don’t know. Sounds like you wanted to add a ‘but’. If you do… just say it now.”

“Why are you in such a rush to hear that? I wasn’t going to say it, but why?”

Then his eyes go dark, filled with desire. You can tell. You always could.

“Because I want to know if I can carry on with the things I have in my head right now,” he finishes.

You raise your eyebrows, although there is no reason for you to be this surprised at his behavior.

“What things?” you ask instead.

Javier smirks, rubbing your arm up and down till goosebumps prickle your skin.

“I wanna kiss you. Every inch of you. I want to hear your every breath, to make your heart beat faster, to feel you burn and ache and melt.”

You hold your breath, not even daring to blink, afraid you might miss something from this moment.

“I wanna take you to bed, fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked.”

“Are you gonna keep talking or are you actually going to do it?”

God, all these flirtatious comments, the innuendos, the way your eyes devoured each other, it feels so easy, so natural, like it’s five years ago and you’re falling in love all over again.

Next thing you know, your lips clash against his, melting in his mouth once more. He cups both your cheeks to pull you in, then moves even closer to you so that he can guide you to the bedroom. You can taste his eagerness, his lust and the wine, all on his warm breath, and they’re tingling your senses, bringing them to life. By now, you completely forgot about the sleazy date you went on.

You allow Javier full control. As much as you both need this right now, as slowly as the craving must be sated, you realize Javier is chasing something else as well, so you allow it. Completely undone, writhing beneath him as he begins to pepper kisses on your body.

But you don’t wish for all of the work to be done by him. You wish to be there for him just as much. You want him to learn that you can protect him and keep him safe just as much as he does.

When he removes the straps from your dress, pulling it down your body, you stand up halfway, only in your underwear, and offer him a fiery kiss on his lips, one that tastes of wine and neediness.

“Lay back,” you simply tell him.

Stunned, Javier does as you tell him. He’s smart, he can figure out where things are headed, but he’s still breathless as you dispose of his jeans and underwear. You’re frankly quite surprised to find him rock hard beneath the fabrics, but it flatters you.

“You don’t have to—“

“Shhh. I got you. It’s okay.”

Though you might not know it, reassuring him is a huge turn on for Javier. Even now, as your mouth starts lathering the tip of his cock, barely touching him, he’s aching, on the verge of explosion by simply feeling your lips where he’s hurting the most.

He lets out a loud grunt the moment you wrap your lips around his shaft, your hand gently stroking his balls. His calloused hands instantly grasp the sheets; he tries looking your way, catching a sinful glimpse of you, but he can’t focus on anything. He’s moaning relentlessly, realizing how it’s been so long since he’s felt you so intimately.

He’s mumbling some stuff in Spanish, nonsensical for the most part, and you know he’s a goner. Yet, in spite of that knowledge, you keep going. You keep bobbing your head up and down his cock, taking as much of him as you can, and right up until one of Javier’s hands reaches to grab a handful of your hair.

He pulls, and grips even tighter, and then—

He’s coming right in your mouth, slightly ashamed of the fact that he barely lasted, like he was some pathetic, inexperienced teenager. When he finally locks eyes with you again, he gulps seeing you lick your lips and swallowing with ease, making no big deal of it.

“Fuck,” he mutters, out of breath. “No one… feels the way you do.”

There’s pride in the way you move up, cocky and sensual at the same time. As you stare at Javier, sprayed across the bed with an already fucked out expression, you barely register his hands at your sides, pulling you down so he can taste your lips once again.

And again. And again. And again until he groans in your mouth, utterly wrecked by your earlier ministrations—and by your daily presence in his life.

And then, Javier cheekily slides your panties to the side with a force that can only be described as brute, and moves your body along at his will, murmuring “take a seat”.

You gulp. “You know, we’re not supposed to be doing this till our session next week,” you try to tease and be brave, although you shiver feeling Javier’s warm breath down below your sex.

“And how did that work for us last week?”

You grin, and you swear you feel him do the same as he pulls you down on his face completely. A loud moan escapes from your mouth, fugitive and shocked – unlike Javier’s way of handling you. He’s holding onto your thighs with strength and care alike; his tongue performs its devilish task, the glib sounds emerging from your soaked cunt filling the room. It’s in this moment that you realize you probably won’t last much either, based on the way your body begins to rock back and forth on his face.

You feel his nose poking your clit as his lips and tongue continue eating you out like a starved out man, and you rush to hold onto the headboard for good measure. The buildup in your belly is explosive, and its detonation is nothing short of surprise: you seize up on Javier’s face just as he helps you ride out your orgasm, sucking up every last ounce of arousal your drop in his mouth.

When you have the chance to settle down, you climb down, panties still tangled to the side and your cunt already swollen and overworked. You stare at him, as if waiting for some sort of explanation, but you don’t say anything. Instead, you simply kiss him. You kiss him just the way he likes it, the way you did that first night the two of you made love, and it all feels right again.

Javier is back atop of you, realization hitting him in the back of his head like a sledgehammer.

“We really can’t do this,” he mutters.

“What are you talking about?”

“I forgot to buy condoms. Fuuuck. Fuck!”

He sits up, running his hands through is hair in fury. He could run to that little shop on the corner of the street that’s open 24/7, but maybe running down the street with an aching erection isn’t a good idea. He can barely breathe without it aching and taunting him, let alone go shopping.

But you cup his cheeks, pecking his lips, and staring at him suggestively, all the while reassuring him. “That’s fine,” you tell him.

He frowns, confused. “But—“

“There are other ways. And right now… I don’t care.”

Javier finally registers what you’re saying, and his enthusiasm returns, albeit his shyness regarding the subject.

“I know we talked about… expanding our family one day but… I didn’t think it’d be tonight. Which isn’t bad, I just—“

“We can let ourselves be surprised. For once.”

You smile and bite your lower lip, and Javier smiles as well. The mere idea that you want him this much, that you want to grow with him and offer him the family he never thought he’d have, it’s conspiring against him and his better judgement.

There is no better judgement than you. No better choice than you, you and him.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks, hand paralyzed before it even touched his cock to guide it to your entrance. “One hundred percent?”

As a response, you offer him the best doe eyes and spread your legs further, in order for him to have the best view of your weeping cunt.

He swallows—hard, barely able to breathe. His hand wraps around his cock and he stifles a groan. God, each passing second without being inside of you hurts. You grunt along him when he finally slides inside of you, the rush sending you into an immediate spiral. The sensation is fairly new, intense and maddening from the beginning.

You notice the expression on Javier’s face and it worries you.

“Are you okay?” you ask, a little breathless yourself.

“Yeah. Yeah, just—fuck, you’re so warm. S’ warm and—like you’re made for me…”

Javier loses his train of thought as he starts to rut his hips against yours. The pace isn’t rushed, yet it carries so much passion that it feels like he’s fucking your brains out. Your hands reach around his broad shoulders, pulling him down for a sloppy kiss. You feel him throbbing inside of you, almost pulsing with nervousness and a desire that somehow surprises you.

“Can’t believe—we’re doing this,” Javier smiles through your kisses, pushing himself into you continuously.

“What? Fucking raw?”

He pulls away to smirk at you for a fleeting moment.

“You dirty mouthed girl,” he kisses you again.

“The way you like it, isn’t it, Javier?”

He gives you a particularly hard thrust that has you instantly moan out loud and him grunt, picking up the pace.

“Oh, you have no idea, Hermosa.”

You know each other inside out, flaws, qualities, scars, scents, everything. Even now, as the bed rocks underneath both your bodies, you know each other in ways no one else ever could, and it brings immense comfort.

That comfort soon turns into an overwhelming need to come. You feel Javier tense under your touch, his biceps contracting and his husky voice grunting and murmuring sweet nothings to you in Spanish.

“I’m—fuck, I’m gonna come—“he warns. “Last chance to—change your mind—“

“It’s okay, honey. It’s okay, just let go. Come for me.”

He can’t help but fall for your words, drizzling down his ears like honey. With one last thrust, Javier finally comes, spilling himself deep inside you and subsequently triggering your own climax.

You can only say his name in between some moans and a scream, and it has him in shambles. Nothing compares to the feeling of your walls tightening around him, almost strangling his cock, but he simply loves it. He fucking loves it so much, and so do you.

You’ve never felt anything like it. You’re warm all over, and so full, so happy and satisfied like never before.

Javier’s thrusts simmer down, but he doesn’t pull out. He stays there, atop of you and buried inside of you to the hilt, and pecks your lips and nose.

“Is it wrong to say I wish we could do this all the time?” he asks half-jokingly.

You chuckle, grazing his cheek. “No,” you concede. “It’s dangerous, but… no.”

“Can we stay here a bit longer?”

“I didn’t have plans to go elsewhere. You?”

“Not a chance.”

You smile and nuzzle at his neck, feeling him occasionally throbbing and barely moving inside you.

You don’t know how long you stayed there like that, but you faintly remember at some point some rays of sunshine beaming through the window, Javier still on top of you.

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[samiwife]

Distance ⋆ ★ (Julian Casablancas x Reader

A/N: HI! Hope everyone is doing fine, I know I'm not but it's okay. But anyway hope you guys enjoy this Julian Casablanca fanfic <3

P.S: This is going to have 2 POVs (yours and Julian's) ENJOY <3

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

Julian and you always had busy schedules, not to mention distance since Julian toured all the time. But, somehow you guys always made time for each other. It didn't matter if it was a day or 10 seconds you guys always made time for each other. It was like this until Julian told you he'd be touring for over 5 months. This was by the longest break you and him were going to be apart. Usually, the distance only lasts 1 and sometimes 2 months.

"Julian, I'm so happy for you to go on tour but 5 months? Isn't that too much?" You told him over the phone. Julian chuckles over the phone. "Princess, it'll be fine. We're doing a show in town in 3 weeks. You can see me then." Julian explained trying to not make you worried.

But it didn't help, you weren't just worried about Julian meeting other girls, you were worried that he'll forget about you or worse he grows distant from you. You two were dating for so long, not to mention. You guys were best friends before dating. You loved Julian and you would hate to see him out of your life.

"Julian promise me you'll call and at least see me once. That's all I ask." You pleaded with him. Julian chuckles again. You can imagine his smile through the phone. "Baby, of course. You'll see me in a few weeks. I'll even take you out after the show. How about that?" Julian said with happiness in his voice. You smiled and blushed.

"Sounds nice Julian, I'll be ready." You said holding the phone close to your chest. "Okay, I gotta go now. See you soon princess." Julian said while hanging up. You sighed and couldn't help but worry more. You worried he'd forget to call or worse he'd forget to even see you. But, you brushed all the worries to the side and just relaxed.

3 weeks were finally up. You were going to see him at the show tonight, and after the show, you guys were going to grab some drinks at a nearby cafe where you two had your first date. You got ready and drove to the venue, you bought tickets way before so you were the first one there.

The stage was still empty, but you saw they were setting up. You were excited to see your boyfriend on stage. You often saw him practicing which always made you happy. After an hour of waiting, the show finally began.

Julian sang beautifully, his voice is always amazing. You loved to listen to it. You stared at Julian the whole show. You wanted to get his attention from the crowd but it didn't matter, because you guys were going to be together afterward. Or so you thought. After the show, you waited outside the venue for Julian. After 10 minutes, he wasn't there.

But you didn't mind since you thought he got caught up with something so you waited longer. However, an hour passed and he still didn't come out. The night became cold and you were freezing. But you still wanted to wait for him. An hour turned into a few more hours and nothing. You decided to text him.

"Hey babe, where are you? I know you might be busy but just let me know where you are." You typed and sent. A few minutes no response, typical. You assumed he was busy again, but wouldn't he let you know beforehand? You sighed and checked your phone to see if he responded. To your surprise, he read your message but didn't respond. You assumed he just saw your message and was answering but no. 20 minutes passed and still no response.

You sighed and took it as if he forgot or didn't want to go out. You walked to your car, and you were tired, cold, and hurting. Not just physically for standing for so long but also emotionally since you felt he didn't care. You drove home in tears, you wanted to just go home. But you still wanted to see Julian. You reached home and walked into your apartment. You lay on your couch and cried silently. Hours passed and your cell phone rang. You picked up and saw that it was Julian calling. You urgently picked up to hear his sweet voice.

"Hey baby, how are you doing?" Julian asks in his low voice. Tears fell down and you breathed sharply. "H-hey where were you I texted you." You said trying to hold in your tears. "I'm sorry babe. The guys wanted to go out for drinks after the show and I couldn't turn it down." Julian said trying to convince you to not be upset. You were full-on crying at this point and you couldn't hold it in anymore. You blew up at him.

"Julian! How could you forget about me? I'm your girlfriend! I would be fine if you were to tell me, but you just left me in the dust. Do I even matter to you? Or do you just care about getting drunk with your friends? I don't care anymore, if you want to bang other chicks and get drunk then do that because you obviously don't care!" You shouted through the phone, you didn't wait for a response. You just hung up on him. You threw the phone on the table harshly. You cried hard in your chest alone. You loved him so much and you hated being mad but you just couldn't take it anymore. You and Julian would often never fight but he just felt different.

Julian's POV

I sat at the bar holding the phone to my ear, silence. Y/N isn't happy with me this time. I look down in guilt. How could I forget my girlfriend? She's my everything, her eyes, her lips, her voice, her everything. She's the love of my life and I forgot that? Julian, are you an idiot? I snap back to reality and get up from the bar. The guys asked where I was going, and I just turned my head and said I was going to Y/N. They laughed and scoffed but I didn't care.

I needed to make it up to her and show her I do care because I do. I walked out of the bar and called a cab for myself. Along the way, I told the driver to stop at a small department store. I picked up some flowers and a box of chocolates. I needed to also show her I care for her. I dated Y/N for so long and I'm not going to throw it all away just because of some stupid mistake. I reached her apartment and took a big breath and knocked on her apartment door.

The doorknob jingles and the door swings open, revealing Y/N. Her eyes were red from crying and so was her nose. Her hair was also a mess. She looked awful but it's all my fault. I shouldn't have forgotten her. "Hey baby," I said while looking at her. She gulps and hugs me. She begins to sob and apologize. "I'm sorry for yelling, I know you're busy. I shouldn't have bothered you." She said while soaking my shirt with her tears. I smile and stroke her silky hair. I whisper in her ear, that she shouldn't be sorry but instead, I should apologize. I explained I was the one who forgot and it was my fault.

She pulled away and kissed me. I pulled her by the hips and kissed her deeper. She pulled away and smiled. "Julian, I thought you wouldn't make time for me," Y/N said while holding my hand. I looked down in guilt. "Y/N, I want to make time for you and I wish this didn't separate us. I want to stay with you forever. I felt so guilty for letting you down. Will you forgive me?" I said while holding up the flowers and chocolates. She chuckles and takes them. She cups my face and pulls me in for another kiss. She pulls away and smiles. "I forgive you, Julian, I love you." She says while caressing my face. I blushed and smiled. "I love you too Y/N, you are always my baby girl," I said while pulling her hips further in towards me.

[isolatedlight]

firsts + Tom Holland

A list of firsts you have with Tom...

First Kiss

Your first kiss with Tom would be spontaneous. You would be close, seeing each other for a few weeks at minimum before he dared even think about it - such a gentleman. You would be in the middle of a conversation, probably dicussing something you were interested in. The look on your face and the excitement running through his body would just urge him to do it. Pecking you on the lips quickly taking you by surprise.

First Sleepover

Planned, so overly planned. Because of his schedule Tom was so obsessed with having perfect nights when he was in town to ensure you had good memories with him while he was gone. He managed a week stint home but was so tired he couldn't manage a whole night out without falling asleep at the dinner table. So he planned a sleepver. Started early with chinese food, and movies and snacks and ending with the both of you asleep on the mattress bed he made in his living room.

First Time

Wouldn't be planned, but also wouldn't be a surprise. It would probably take a few months, whether schedules or simply waiting to know one another in as many ways as possible. It would be full of slow kisses, and constant reassurance from both of you. Tom is a man who takes every piece of intimacy to heart and soul, and this would matter o him more than anything.

First Red Carpet

You had never been so stressed out in your entire life. Tom would be so excited to take you on the carpet, but would wait a year or two after publicly confirming your relationship before rolling out the red. He would get you styled just as he is to make sure you feel and look your best. He would hold you so close, very rarely letting you go for solo photos, and he would introduce you to everyone that he knows. The day after, as the photos released he would look through them oggling at how good you look.

First Pet

While tom loves Tessa he felt as if the two of you were far too lonely without him home. And while you spent so much time at his parents to visit his mum and dad, where there was a dog for Tessa, it still wasn't enough. You would pester him for a cat, knowing full well it would be a 'no' but why not try. And when you finally gave in the act of finding a dog would be never ending. You would look for pure bred, and well known dogs. Dogs that were friendly or companion based breeds but you would eventually do the opposite of what you thought you would. You would spot a dog at the local shelter, and simply fall in love with the poor helpless little dog and just bring them home.

First Ring

Despite having a small fortune to his name Tom would opt for a ring that you liked most. Whether small, a gemstone, or without a stone at all he would want it to be special to you. It would be smaller than most would expect, no matter what, tabloids would call it small or quaint. people would question his choice for years, but his original plan had always been an upgrade after a year or two of marriage - so that everyone knew you were his.

First Child

To say you're excited is an understatement, but so is to say that you were afraid. You were so nervous about this poor child, with Tom's job and you both being somewhat public, how are you supposed to raise a good person like that? Nikki, Tom and friends would keep you over stalked with baby clothing, books, toys and even help ensure that the nursery was ready 6 months beforehand. In the end, Tom would take a leave from acting for a few years before giving directing a go. But after he started a family he would ensure he was home for the first year of every baby's life, and that he was only away a little at a time so you weren't too stressed out or alone.

[corainne]

While I’m fighting for my life trying to hammer this fic into shape and actually finish it, have what is the first part of the first chapter of baby Nightingale at Casterbrook

The night before he first left for Casterbrook his Uncle Stanley took him aside, to impart some last advice that he believed would help Thomas at school. That his own experiences at Casterbrook would turn out to be fundamentally different to those of Stanley, who could only be considered a wizard of average abilities if one were feeling particularly charitable, Thomas had had no way of knowing that night.

"And stay away from that Mellenby boy," Stanley said at last, straightening out the creases that had formed around his knees as he had knelt before Thomas, "if he is anything like his father he is nothing but trouble"

Had Stanley raised any children of his own he would have known that prohibition only inspired adverse action. As it was, his words only made Thomas want to meet David Mellenby more, whoever that was.

*

Casterbrook, it turned out, was everything he had hoped it would be and more.They were a small group, as years at Casterbrook were prone to be, all of them following in the footsteps of a father or, as was the case for Thomas, an uncle. While he had never met any of the boys before his arrival at Casterbrook, when he wrote to Stanley - supplying, as he had been instructed to do beforehand, a complete list of all the other boys in his form - his uncle knew how each of them was connected to the Folly.

No doubt the others were informed in similar fashion, because within only a few days they had formed a social hierarchy amongst themselves that was eerily reminiscent of the positions their relatives occupied within the Folly. James Ballantine Jr, whose father - James Ballentine Sr - occupied a senior position within the Folly, quickly established himself as the leader of their year, always ready to order the others around and to punish them whenever they overstepped his mercurial rulings. Most of his close circle were the sons and nephews of other influential or notable practitioners, who seemed utterly convinced that those accomplishments entitled them to special treatment at Casterbrook. Thomas, who had the poor fortune that Stanley Nightingale wasn’t much interested in the Folly, apart from it’s convenient location in London and rather extensive wine cellar, and that his grandfather hadn’t done anything of note since losing his bid for Master of the Folly the previous decade, found himself adrift for the first few weeks.

If he had been given to introspection he might have admitted that he was lonely,friendless as he was, but he'd always had the ability to lock away his troubles in some hidden corner of his mind. His situation quickly changed, however, once they began to learn magic - actual, practical magic and not the excruciatingly boring theory behind all of it that had dominated the first two months or so of lessons.

When their teacher had finished preaching the safety precautions to them one last time and finally demonstrated a werelight for the very first time, asking them all to feel for the formula he was using Thomas did so with ease. It still took him a little over a week until a werelight finally appeared above his outstretched palm, but when it finally did he felt such a clear, exhilarating thrill go through his body, like he had never felt before, that he let out a joyful cheer that made every person in the room turn towards him. He'd been sitting on his own, at the very back of the room, so everyone had a clear view of the warm globe that only existed because Thomas had willed it to be. None of the others, even those who had bragged upon their arrival that they’d been taught the most fundamental magic at home, had managed a werelight so far, and by the time even Walter Cholmondeley, who went on to accomplish great success in the field of theoretical magic but remained a mere amateur in the application of it for the rest of his life, managed a small, rather unstable werelight about three weeks later  Thomas's werelight was controlled and evenly lit, and he had figured out how to make it grow and shrink in size.

Unsurprisingly this early success made him rather more popular with the other boys, as well as ingratiate him with the Masters. At night he would light up the dorm with his spell while the others tried to replicate it - so early on in their time at school even the laziest of them - Ballentine - was still eager to master his first spell. Thus Thomas suddenly found himself amongst a large group of boys at mealtimes and quickly fell in with the group that had formed around Ballentine, and it was those boys Thomas spent the majority of his remaining first year at Casterbrook. Busy exploring the grounds with Ballentine and Lazy Arse Dance, and sneaking into the kitchens at night with Horace Greenway, stuffing their pockets with sweets and small cakes to carry back to their dorm, Thomas barely noticed his first term pass by in nothing more than the blink of an eye. He returned home for Christmas full of tales about Casterbrook but no one who wanted to hear them. With his mother too busy most of the time, his father uninterested as always, his siblings mostly older than him and therefore more knowledgeable about school and indeed most things in life, the only one he could talk to was Daisy, his only younger sibling, but at five she was wont to burst into tears every time he mentioned Casterbrook, because she didn’t understand why she couldn’t learn magic as well when she was older. Ultimately Stephen, eleven months older than Thomas, humoured him a week into their time at home and listened to everything Thomas had to tell, and it was very well that he had done so, because if he hadn’t it was more than likely that it all would have burst out of him sooner rather than later.

By the time summer came Thomas had less news to share, but instead more than just two spells that he could show his siblings. He'd joined the school choir and started playing rugby, of which the former delighted his mother to no end and the matter caused his brothers to finally let him play with them in the garden, even though five players was an awkward number. That problem solved itself, at least for a short time, when their Aunt Anthea arrived with her three sons in tow. The oldest, Andrew, was a year younger than Thomas, and since they were desperate for a sixth player he was deemed old enough by Richard and Joseph to participate in their games. Or at least until Andrew set fire to the pagoda and Anthea send him back home to stay with his father until he could be shipped off to school and would become someone else’s problem for most of the year.

He thus started his second form in high spirits, although that was not meant to last for long. At the end of the last term their theory teacher had been forced to resign – Thomas later found out that it was due to a liason with one of the older students they’d been carrying on for a few years, not that he was the only Master guilty of that – and the headmaster, who’d previously only taught lower and upper sixth form, began teaching the lower forms as well. The old warhorse - for that was what the students called him amongst themselves - was famously bad at remembering names and had them sit alphabetically so that he could keep them apart more easily. And that was how he first became involuntarily acquaintanced with David Mellenby.

Mellenby was a good bit shorter than Thomas, with a round face topped by blonde curls that were cut close to his scalp. His eyes shone with intelligence, and whispered of a friendliness Thomas had yet to experience from Mellenby. From the very first day of school Mellenby had made it clear that he had little interest in most, if any, of the other boys. His father was even more important than Ballentine Sr was, and his older brother was to forms above them at Casterbrook, which under normal circumstances would have put him in the perfect position to become the most popular boy in the form, but that first evening, when they had all been trying their best to make a good impression Mellenby had taken an armful of books - none of which they'd needed to read for class - and marched off towards his bed without a word to any of them. He'd drawn the curtains and hadn’t emerged until the next morning. So far his attitude hadn’t changed much, and Thomas felt that Mellenby thought himself superior to all of them. He certainly couldn’t remember ever speaking to him outside of class.

In any case his books seemed to be more important to him than genuine human connection. What was important to him, and anyone forced to spend even five minutes in the same classroom as Mellenby, was academic validation. The year before Thomas had mostly ignored Mellenby as best as he could, not particularly inclined to spend the standoffish boy always sitting in the front row any mind, but now it was impossible not to notice that he raised his hand at every question, no matter which class, even in Latin and Ancient Greek where he seemed to struggle, at least to his standards. It didn’t matter what it was the Masters wanted to know, Mellenby's hand shot up before Thomas could even process the questions  and more often than not his hand came dangerously close to striking Thomas in the face. And while Mellenby’s unrelenting efforts to turn theory class into a contact sport certainly made the lessons more interesting and forced him to actually pay more attention than he would have otherwise done, it was also rather annoying.

But naturally it wasn’t enough that Thomas had to suffer Mellenby’s presence in class, but he was forced to spend even more time with him in the afternoons. The old warhorse preferred the essays they had to write on the formae they were learning to be done in pars, so on at least one afternoon each week Mellenby dragged him to the library, where all Thomas could do was stare longingly out of the window and watch the other students unwind after their classes, until at least the first draft of their essay was finished and Mellenby was satisfied with their efforts.

On one of those days, perhaps two or three months into the term, a package had just arrived from his Uncle Stanley, who’d recently been in America. Since Thomas had started at Casterbrook Stanley had begun sending Thomas pulp magazine’s for him to read, and he’d taken a particular liking to Adventure, an American publication, which he could only get his hands on when Stanley, or one of his many friends, travelled to the States. Most of the issues Stanley had sent him were tucked away under his pillow in the dorm, but he had tucked the oldest between the pages of one of his school books, eager to finally read the continuation of one of his favourite stories. Mellenby had stayed behind after physics class to ask their teacher a dozen or so questions and Thomas had trudged towards the library on his own, because he finally wanted to get to his magazine, and because he was sure he wouldn’t have understood what Mellenby was asking about even if he had stayed.

“What are you reading?” A voice – Mellenby – asked suddenly and Thomas flinched. He hadn’t noticed Mellenby approach, and was sure he’d be facing a lecture about not getting a head start on their essay in the very near future.

“Adventure,” Thomas said, a tad defensively, and held up the magazine so Mellenby could see the cover.

“I don’t know what that is,” Mellenby said, and Thomas was sure it had been difficult for him to admit.

“It’s an adventure magazine from America. My uncle buys them for me when he is overseas”

He expected some witty retort from Mellenby about the inferior quality of pulp magazines, but instead he asked, “Are they any good?”

“I think so,” Thomas said, “even better than the British magazines”

Mellenby shrugged. “I wouldn’t know, I’ve never read one”

“Why not?” Thomas asked, somewhat shocked. He’d never heard of anyone his age who hadn’t read at least some pulp magazines. Even his sister Drina had, and she was a frightful bore.

“My father won’t let us buy them. He says they aren’t worth the paper they’re printed on”

“And your mother agrees?” Surely she would have come to her children’s aid.

“My mother is dead,” Mellenby said, his voice betraying no emotion on the matter, “she died when I was born”

“Oh,” Thomas said, “If you want you can read some of mine. I’ve got a few upstairs, and I can bring even more from home after Christmas”

Mellenby seemed surprised. “Honestly? You really mean that?”

“Why would I offer if I didn’t”

Mellenby, it turned out, read a lot, and he did so with alarming speed. By the time Thomas was on a train back to Devon for the holidays Mellenby had read all of the magazine’s Thomas had brought with him for the entire term, and as far as Thomas could tell his schoolwork hadn’t suffered the least because of it, although Thomas thought that his presence had become somewhat more bearable. When it came time to pack for his return to Casterbrook Thomas made sure to bring all the magazines he had at home.

*

“You should stop answering all the questions,” Thomas told Mellenby one sunny afternoon, “in class.”

He wasn’t sure why Mellenby had been trailing after him like a lost puppy with his pocket watch in hand, but he suspected it had something to do with the small rain cloud that had been following Thomas around for the past few minutes, a punishment for daydreaming in class. Other masters would have beaten him for the same offence, but the headmaster seemed to prefer a more psychological kind of punishment.

“Why?” Mellenby asked, “because the other chaps think I’m a swot?”

There was nothing to do about that now, hadn’t been since their first night of school, when Mellenby had spent the night reading in some textbooks he had borrowed from his older brother instead of socialising with the other boys. Unsurprisingly David had no more than one friend, Walter, equally bookish if not quite as smart. “No,” Thomas said, “because it makes them lazy. If they know you’re going to answer all the questions, why bother learning the answers themselves?”

If the masters were to be believed they were the worst year to go through Casterbrook in more than a generation, and Thomas was inclined to believe them. There weren’t many troubles with the practical use of magic, as it was taught to them, but with the theoretical aspects. Few but Mellenby even bothered opening their books before the lessons, let alone taking notes during them.

“But I know the answers,” Mellenby, typical of him, didn’t seem to understand Thomas’ meaning.

“You know you know the answers, and God knows the masters know you know. Who else matters?” Thomas said, “If you must show off, why not only answer three out of four questions? The uncertainty will drive the others to pull their socks up”

“And you?” asked Mellenby, “Will you pull your socks up?”

Perhaps he did have a point there.

*

Thomas did not pull his socks up, Not quite yet, at least. No matter how much Mellenby and the Masters might have disapproved, ther were simply more interesting things than the study of theory and some science that diverted his attention, science and magic chiefly among them, There was nothing quitle like the feeling of utter joy and freedom both caused, and Thomas was loath to give up either in favour of endless hours spend in the dreary library. He knew, just like anyone who’d spend even the smallest amount of time with him could suspect, that he was not going to end up as either a scientist or a teacher – not that there were other options as far as Mellenby was concerned. At thirteen he’d mastered a look of utter disapproval that could – albeit it rarely – move Thomas to study.

That changed when old Dudders – the Master who taught chemistry, a subject no one but Mellenby could find any pleasure in – asked him to stay behind after one of the lessons shortly after Easter during his second term, and told him in no uncertain terms that if his work didn’t greatly improve over the last weeks of term he’d bee banned from playing rugby after the hols.

So it was his determination to keep playing, more than anything else that finally motivated him to start learning. He hunted down Mellenby that very afternoon and asked him – begged him even – to help Thomas understand the sciences, a next to impossible feat. It was just his luck that Mellenby liked a challenge and considered nothing in the world to be impossible.

Once Mellenby had begun a project it was difficult to dissuade him from it again, as Thomas quickly discovered. Over the next few weeks he learned more about chemistry, physics and mathematics than he had ever before, certainly more than he could ever need to know, and while he truly understood nothing of it, Mellenby’s explanations were at least enough to get him through the exams without too many problems, and with better results than he had ever thought possible. He barely slept or ate, and as soon as Casterbrook had disappeared behind him for the summer he had forgotten everything Mellenby had hammered into his skill, but he had saved his spot on the rugby team, and that was all that mattered to Thomas.

When the first letter from Mellenby arrived Thomas was more than a little surprised. They’d spend more time together recently, yes, but they’d hardly become friends. Or so Thomas had thought. Mellenby certainly hadn’t behaved as if he had any interest in spending more time with Thomas outside of lessons and the library, but when he invited Thomas to come visit him at his family home in [Oxfordshire] Thomas began to suspect that he simply hadn’t been brave enough to broach the topic. After all Mellenby didn’t seem to have very many friends. The only one at school he truly seemed to get along with well was Cholmondeley, who was nearly as bookish as Mellenby, even if he’d been struggling with magic since the beginning, a problem which Mellenby decidedly lacked.

Thomas tried to ask his mother if he could go, but discovered that she’d retired to her room with a headache, attempted to get his father’s attention, but he was busy as always, and ended up knocking on his sister’s door, who as the eldest daughter of the family might as well have been a second mother.

“I don’t see why not,” she said, angling her body so Thomas could not see inside her room, “but you’ll have to be back in time for grandfather’s birthday, the entire family is coming”

He promised that he would, and bounded off to reply to Mellenby’s letter. Three days later he was on a train bound north.

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Seeing some other users pop up who also have pots, and reading their past and current struggles has inspired me to write a little about my experience. (From what I remember anyway.)

Just in case, tw/cw pregnancy loss is mentioned.

My symptoms started right smack at 13. I had always been slightly heat sensitive but not enough to really think about it. Then I turned 13 and it was like I was burning constantly. But also, even when I was hot, my extremities would still sometimes be ice cold.

I fainted in the shower, daily. I almost always felt it coming beforehand. The sudden dizziness and weakness. It was my normal routine to feel that, lie down, black out, wake up, then resume my shower. (Usually 5-15 minute black outs)

I knew something was wrong, but I was a young teen. My thoughts were "too scared to address it" and "I'm just being a baby" and "What doctor is gonna believe a teenager these days". So I suffered through it.

It was horrible. My teen years were riddled with unnoticed tachycardic episodes brushed off as "you're out of shape" and "just push past it". Meanwhile i felt like i was dying.

I know teenagers biologically need more rest, but i was chronically fatigued and of course, "lazy teenager" label got thrown at me constantly. I tried to stay active, productive, but it got harder and harder. (Not knowing I also struggled bcuz of audhd but that subject is touched on in a previous post.)

When I really branched out into life and into the workplace at 18/19, it hit me that this wasn't going away. This wasn't a weird teenage thing i was experiencing.

I could work, but was significantly more exhausted than my coworkers and the only one ever to stop a lot, Cool down, rest. Drove managers nuts because "you're too young to be this way" was said to me constantly.

Through a few job changes in my early twenties it got harder and harder to work. Exhaustion. Overheating. Tachycardia. I fainted at work idk how many times during a really bad streak.

On top of pots brain fog, I'm audhd (which i didnt know until mid-late twenties) so my brain just doesn't brain for me and all I had going for me were labor jobs. That's all i had. That's all i knew i could do.... and i was slowly becoming unable to do that.

I didnt push to see a cardiologist until i got pregnant with my first child. I was terrified. That pregnancy exacerbated my pots and i thought that pregnancy was going to kill me. If it didnt, then giving birth would. My resting hr was regularly in the 140s/150s and i was fainting/near fainting all the time.

But i saw a dick of a cardiologist who nearly immediately dismissed me as a hysterical pregnant woman who just had anxiety. Even in our first consult appointment he was already very not hiding the fact that he wasn't taking my concerns seriously. Even after I told him these symptoms weren't just popping up during pregnancy. That it'd been most of my life. (In one ear out the other let me tell you)

I suffered horribly through that pregnancy not knowing i also had pots so my heartrate and blood pressure were bonkers whenever i went to appointments, not knowing that i only had high bp bcuz they'd check it after I'd sat down in the lobby, stood up, then immediately sat down in a room. Which as y'all know fucks hr/bp and all that without being pregnant. But we didn't know. And the only dr I'd seen, dismissed me.

I thankfully got through the pregnancy and all was well. My symptoms went back to pre-pregnancy intensity. Life, a loss in between, and another full pregnancy happened. This time my pots didn't overly act up. I only struggled bcuz that baby was a biggg one.

After recovering from my 2nd birth i thought for months about everything. My health. My life with my kids. How i was sick of not having answers. Sick of how that first dr treated me. So i told my primary all of this and she sent me to the same heart institute, but a different dr.

NOW THIS DR LET ME TELL YOU.

From the GETGO the vibe was different. He listened. Talked with/to me not AT me. Actually listened with the intention of listening and absorbing the information, not listening with the intent to say whatever he was already wanting to say and just waiting until i stopped talking (like the previous dr)

He took me seriously. After info dumping my 16 years of suffering he was already ready to get testing done and scheduled and i nearly cried when he left the room because HE LISTENED HE TOOK ME SERIOUSLY.

I had my testing done (tilt and breathing) and he saw me for the followup but they hadnt gotten the results back so he pushed the dept for the results and one hour after that appointment, he called me and said basically "yea you failed the test almost immediately and your results were consistent through the whole thing so I'm proceeding with the diagnosis of pots"

He explained the basic no cure but you can try xyz to help and you need to listen to your body when it's having symptoms dont ignore it to your detriment. All that.

I hung up. And cried all evening/night. Happy tears. Tears of relief. I got my answer. I was listened to. I actually got through it. But also tears of grief. For the girl who suffered. For the young woman who thought she was gonna die during pregnancy/birth.

I'd had (and still slip into sometimes) a harsh mindset of self hate for years. Why am i so lazy. Why am i so weak. Pathetic. Etc. It just spiralled all the time and pots + audhd is a shitty mix and to be approaching 30, with answers I've wanted and needed for half of my life.... I just... uff da! It's a lot.

I was diagnosed February of this year. So it's still kind of fresh for me. I'm still trying to find what works for me officially to navigate it. But I definitely am trying to give myself grace for all the years I thought everything was my fault. Or that I just wasnt trying hard enough.

I'm sure I've missed some things but my memory of my life is really patchy from audhd and trauma. But I think this covers the bulk of it and feels good to info dump about life when, for most of it, I bottled everything.