#looks like i won't make it to the end of the show before the doorbell rings kjkjdf

[airenyah]

dunk saying he's never met anyone who likes hugging as much as joong does is making me laugh really hard as a very touchy-feely person myself bc like yeah. dunk has clearly never met me (and that's probably a good thing dfkkjdfkjd)

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TAEHYUN - MAGIC TRICK

Warnings: smut, fingering, sub fem!reader, childhood friends to lovers, slight size kink

Taehyun was already mesmerizing enough, simply because of the way he carried himself. Even without mentioning his perfectly crafted face, his elegant features, or the way his hair sprawled across his face each time it moved when it wasn't gelled out of the way. The way his eyes sparkled as they looked into yours even though you were both just friends, the way they looked like they were only meant to look into yours.

You and Taehyun had met each other as kids when your mom had forgotten to pick you up at school, and as tears rolled down your face, he was the only one to wipe them away despite being just as young as you. He always seemed to just know the right things to say, and growing up whenever you felt any emotion, he stuck by you and chose to make you feel better regardless of how you felt. As he grew older, his features matured, and you couldn't help but accept that what the things you felt towards him weren't as simple as platonic emotions. Was it something more? No, it couldn't be, right?

As you walked underneath the multicolored sky, with grey clouds shrouding the setting sun. You figured it would rain, and your house was farther than Taehyun's from the café you worked at. So here you found yourself once more, at the doorstep of his house. However, it started raining long before you could reach there and you ended up soaking wet as you rang the doorbell. Even though the both of you grew older, you couldn't help but want him beside you. As the lightning strikes behind you, Taehyun opens the door.

"Hey y/n, please come in! I was going to call you over, are you okay? Why are you standing outside in this storm?" said Taehyun with concern. But in your head, all you could think is how he looked at you with his sparkly eyes again. No! Don't look at me with those eyes...

"Hey...I just wanted to stop by, but it started storming before I could get here. I'm sorry for showing up randomly." You frowned and spoke with a slight pout on your face.

"Well, you gonna come in or not?" Taehyun smiled at you, wrapping his beautiful fingers around your wrist and his other around your waist. You could feel the contrast of his warm touch through your now cold and wet clothes. Of course, he was wearing one of those tight black compression tees with no sleeves. You could see each and every single vein of his. You could see his muscles bulging each time he swayed his arm while leading you in. You wondered what else he could do with those hands of his....

—

Ever since the day he saw you crying at school, he never wanted you to shed another tear. He never wanted a sad expression to cover your delicate eyes that blinked a little too much when they were confused or tearing up, he never wanted your lips to shake when those very tears fell, or even the corners to droop a little. After Taehyun wrapped you in a towel and led you to his room to give you some of his spare clothes to wear, which were already oversized on him, so they fit you even looser. Taehyun couldn't explain how that made him feel. He wanted to take care of you, but a part of him wanted to ruin you. He wanted to ruin you so that no one else could have you. Just him, you'd be just his forever, but he's too scared to mess up what he has already.

"Y/n, why don't you come here? You wanna drink a little bit to warm up from how chilly it's gotten outside? Plus, we can loosen up a little and just relax. You can even sleep over since the storm probably won't subside till tomorrow morning. I have magic tricks to show you!" said Taehyun enthusiastically. "Sure Tyun, I'm up for it if you are." You say as you show him the sweetest smile. He poured both you and him a shot each, and you decided to quickly go sit on the couch he was on.

As you downed the shot and plopped down onto the couch next to him. You could see a bunch of different things laid out on his coffee table, ranging from a stack of cards to small items like a coin. "What's all this for Tyun? Learning more magic tricks?" You questioned. Inside your head, you questioned if he could make your complicated feelings for him disappear instead of any of the objects. "Yeah y/n! There's some really cool ones I have to show you." said Taehyun. When he told you that he had new tricks to show you, you didn't think it would involve so many lingering touches. You were burning up, and unfortunately, Taehyun caught onto it as usual.

You usually did tend to get hot after a shot, which was originally the reason why the both of you took a shot together. But, now you felt your blood rushing to your core because Taehyun and you were both tipsy, and you knew how clingy he got after drinking a little bit. This is exactly how you got to the position of him hovering above you on the couch as you laid down, as he pulled out yet another coin from behind your ear as you looked for where it disappeared to. "Tyun, can you show me how to do a trick?" You knew that curiosity killed the cat, so why did you ask the question you just did?

Taehyun smirked. Why is he smirking? You were going to explode, and you swore this man would be the death of you. "You know a magician never reveals his tricks....but this time I'll show you exactly how to do it." said Taehyun as he moved his face just centimeters away from yours, a hint of mischief in his voice—he continued on to say, "but you have to sit back and really relax, ok y/n? You can tell me to stop any time you want. We don't even have to do this if you don't want to."

His eyes sparkled just as much they did each time he looked at you, and you could see he meant every word he was saying. "Tyun, you know I trust you with my life, right?" Your eyes reflected his as you looked into them with just as much admiration as he did. You wanted to tell him you love him horribly in this moment, but something held you back. What if he didn't want you in that way? What if—

Suddenly, you felt his warm hand on your cheek as he pulled you into a searing, passionate, and long kiss. You felt every emotion of his, every second that he longed for you, you felt every ounce of love that he held back all these years. Everything was poured into that one kiss. You tasted the shot on his lips, but you didn't want to pull away. Your feelings for him washed over you in the most dramatic waves, and you kept kissing him until you felt each atom of oxygen leave your lungs. "Tyun, I love you. Please..."

You were so needy that you could only squeeze your thighs together and whimper. "I love you more, darling. You wanna know what my magic trick is, baby? I can make my fingers disappear." said Taehyun with that smirk of his plastered onto his perfect face once again. "W- what do you mean Tyun? Please don't tease me." You blushed and hid your face to the side of the sofa, but Taehyun just put his hand on your jaw and made you look at him.

"Baby, to learn the trick, you're going to have to watch me, right?" said Taehyun. You could have came just from him being so suggestive with you. You couldn't take him being on top of you like this any longer if he didn't do anything. He made quick work of your top and bottoms and slipped your panties off of your legs slowly. "You're so beautiful for me, all for me....only for me y/n." Taehyun breathed out in a whisper.

A moan escapes your lips as soon as you see his lips latch on to your clit, he licks a stripe up your cunt and proceeds to keep eye contact just so he can make sure you're watching how dirty he's being. "T- Tyun! Mmmh—" you whimpered pathetically, and Taehyun moaned out simply because of how beautiful you sounded as you dripped onto his faux leather couch. "Baby, I'm going to show you the main part of the trick, keep watching closely okay? You're doing amazing. You'll be great at this trick darling."

He took his ring and middle finger and played around with your slick until they coated his long and slender fingers, and he slowly slipped into you inch by inch. "Tyuuun! I can't—'s too much!" You moaned out and and teared up, it's not that it hurt, but it's that it felt too good that you felt like you'd lose your mind.

"Baby, you can take it. Take your time, I'm right here." said Taehyun as he brought his face back up to you, placed the hand gripping your hips on to your cheek, and left another long kiss with his plush and swollen lips onto yours. You tasted yourself on him, and you felt even more intoxicated and dizzy than you did after getting tipsy from that shot. "a- ahhh please Tyun...please move. Do something, please!" You begged him. After all, he couldn't ever reject a request from his princess. "At your command, darling" Taehyun said in a raspy manner.

Taehyun managed to brush against your most sensitive spot each time he moved his fingers, and it felt so good that it didn't even take him many strokes until you were screaming his name. "Tyun!! Please, I- I mmmh— cumming!!!" You mewled as tears rolled down your pretty face. Taehyun looked up at you like you were his world as you came down from your high, because you were his world.

"Told you I'd make my fingers disappear baby, think you can show me if you can make something else disappear next?" Taehyun whispered into your ear, as he proceeded to leave marks onto your neck.

The only thing he couldn't make disappear even if he could.

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That’s bullshit if I’ve heard of any (Lando Norris)

Lando finally had enough of seeing you hurt like that

Note: english is not my first language. I've been writing this one for a little bit and today felt like the day to finish it ✨️ this also felt close to home, but good to write it out, too!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: reader's self-doubt and low self esteem, loneliness, curse words, mentions a bad date with a rude person

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog

"Are you sure you want me to come over?", you asked your best friend over the phone, refusing to accept that he had no better plans for his Friday night now that he was not racing.

"Is this your way of telling me you don't want to come over? Because that's fine, I'll stay in - are you going somewhere though? Like a date?", Lando said over the phoneline.

"Bold of you to assume I would have plans, and with a date nonetheless", you muttered, "all I'm saying is if you have something better to do, you should go do it!", you explained, not wanting to get into the topic too deeply.

"There's nothing better than spending time with my bestfriend! Do you need me to pick you up or do you feel comfortable driving at this time of night?", he wondered, "I'll be there in 10 then", you chatted off, ending the call.

Looking around your room, you found clothes that were both comfortable and presentable in case, with your usual luck, you were pulled over by the police and had to come out of your car.

Lando finally had some time off before the season began and he wanted to spend it with you. While you were usually able to fly out to most of the European races and even travel the long distance to other race tracks, this season you had more responsibilities to juggle between your internship, your studies and your family.

He arranged the pillows on the sofa and brought out your favourite snacks, getting his place ready while occupying the time until you rang his doorbell, walking up to the door so he could let you inside, "hey!", he greeted, excited to finally have you with him after weeks where you both had been busy.

"Hey", you said, nudging his hip slightly with yours as you went to the shoe cabinet, leaving your shoes there and putting on your slippers you kept at his house.

Following him silently to the living room, you watched him sit down as you took in the comfort his place made you feel.

"You're not okay", Lando stated, "I noticed when we were on the phone".

"So this is a pity visit?", you wondered, "That's why you called me over?", you grumbled, feeling the blush erupt on your cheeks along with a little annoyance.

"I never said that! I, I called you and then noticed you weren't okay! Scoot, scoot, I got a tray full of goodies for us to eat", Lando urged, pushing the blanket to the side so you could get in the warm cocoon he created with the soft fabric along with pillows in various shapes and sizes you had insisted he needed to make the place feel more home-y.

"Are you going to talk about what's on your mind or do you want to watch this new show in silence?", he wondered, pointing the remote at the TV.

"I don't want to talk about it, not now anyway", you grumbled, finding your perfect position as you laid against your bestfriend, his arm going around your shoulders as you snuggled your legs under the blanket.

The new show ended up involving a romantic couple which only heightened your feelings. Lately, it was all you could see. Everyone around you seemed to have something romantic going on and they were happy with it. One of your friends was even convinced that she would be proposed to within the next few months, and you were single. Soon enough after you entered these thoughts, they pulled you to questions like why won't people love me? why am I single? what is it that doesn't attract people to me? and the one that you had yet to find a proper answer to, the list becoming too long for your own good am I unlovable?

"Can we watch something else, please?", you asked after debating for a few minutes wether or not you should interrupt, "I'm sorry, but I'm not enjoying it that much", you mumbled.

"That's okay, Y/N, I'll just put on one of our reruns", he smiled, changing the streaming platform and looking for the square on the screen, "if you want to just lay here, that's fine, too", he encouraged.

"At least I'm not alone with my thoughts", you mumbled again, looking at the ceiling as Lando moved his neck to join you, "I'm not sure what you mean, but I'm here for you anyway", he squeezed your hand that found its way to his own.

"It's just, - I've been reflecting? I don't even know if that's the word, but I've been feeling lonely", you blurted, still unsure if you were voicing all of it.

Lando hummed, urging you to continue, "like, I'm craving to have somebody there for me, someone who I know is in my corner, who I feel totally comfortable with. My brother was telling me all about the stuffed bunny his girlfriend asked him to take care off! I want that with someone", you pouted.

Lando tensed, rearranging his position on the sofa to look at you softly as you kept looking at his white ceiling.

"Maybe I should be less opinionated, less vocal about what I think and feel", you mused.

You'd lose your essence, Lando thought as he heard you rant on and on about the traits you wanted to change about yourself.

"Changing something physical is harder, but maybe I can change that, right? Be a bit quieter with what I say, measure my opinions, say yes and agree with things more", you shrugged, shaking the whole thing off of your body, wanting to rid yourself of the thought, "I can't, I won't be able to do that, they'd notice it straight away", you sighed.

As the night went on, Lando quickly changing the subject, you spoke about anything that came to mind until you looked at your watch, "Fuck, it's so late, I have to go", you stood up quickly, bending to pick your slippers up from the floor when he stopped you, "stay in the guest bedroom for tonight. Sleep here", he tried.

"Is it because I said I was lonely? I was just venting it out, you don't need to worry about me being a loner", you tried your best to assure it.

"No, you muppet. I'm doing it because I don't like the idea of you having to drive all the way back at this time of night", he reasoned, getting up himself and walking with you to the guest bedroom.

"Is this still made from the last time I was here?", you wondered, looking at the sheets.

"I made it before you came here! And I've washed the sheets, thank you very much. You have a fresh bed to sleep on", he smiled charmingly.

"Thanks", you smiled back, grabbing the clothes you usually wore to sleep when you stayed over from the drawer, "those have been washed, too", he pointed, "if you need anything, I'm in my usual spot", he winked, "Good night, Y/N, sleep tight!".

"Thanks for this", you gestured, "Good night, Lando", you said before he saluted you playfully, closing the door behind him.

Using the ensuite for your night routine, you changed into the shorts and Lando's t-shirt, noticing that all of the washes had made it smell less of his cologne and more of the scented fabric softener he uses.

The t-shirt fit snug against your hips, embracing your curvy body as you got under the sheets, letting the weight of them lull you to sleep and slow down your thoughts.

.

Lando was driving to a restaurant he knew well enough. He had had a few dates there before, one team dinner and a few family birthdays too whenever they were in town.

But right now, he was picking you up. From a date that apparently wasn't going well since he got a text from you asking him to pick you up.

"Hey, gorgeous girl", he said once he opened the car window as he parked in front of the restaurant, thankful that it wasn't too busy and no one seemed to notice or care that he was there.

"Thanks for picking me up", you mumbled as you sat down, pulling on your seatbelt and nothing your bestfriend's gaze on you, silently questioning you.

"He was an asshole", you explained, "kept asking me if I was sure of what I was doing, if I knew any Formula One drivers - don't worry, didn't out anything - and then he just kept being rude to me, to the waiter, who was wonderful by the way".

"I didn't mean him. I don't care about him, I care about you", Lando said, driving back to his place, assuming you'd want to have someone close by that wouldn't ask too many questions.

"It was just another one where it didn't go well", you mumbled, letting your head rest on the window and looking out at the lights illuminating the city.

"Do you want to go to my place?", Lando asked, knowing you wouldn't want to be pushed about the subject, "yes, please", you said.

As soon as you got inside his place, you took your shoes off, walking up to the spare bedroom to leave your bag in there, "thank you for picking me up, you're the best, Lando", you smiled as you rested against the door frame.

"No worries, okay? Sleep tight, I have good plans for tomorrow so this will be out of your mind", he smiled a small one.

"Night night, Lando", you said back, closing the door behind you and letting the tears finally fall.

It was horrible. The way he treated other people should have been the first clue and red flag, but somehow it still surprised you how he conducted the whole date. You weren't expecting a prince or a gentleman, but you expected human decency and it turns out you were not afforded that. He kept leaving snarky comments about his exes. He was rude, sexist and definitely not your type, and after splitting the bill, you informed him that someone would come to pick you up.

Could someone be unlovable? Not worthy of love to the point where anyone they attracted to their presence just wasn't a match and they had to be content with the bare minimum?

Splashing some water on your face and wiping it with the towel, you took one good look in the mirror. It looks like it's going to be you for a while, so you might as well get used to it, Y/N.

.

When morning rolled around, Lando was the first to wake up, getting ready and heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the two of you. He wanted to make something special, because even though you had your tough shell on yesterday, he knew you were feeling it deeply and painfully.

This quest of yours was doing you more harm than good. And it wasn't helping him either. For a few years, Lando figured, he has loved you. At first, it wasn't a clear sentiment. You were best friends, obviously there was a deeper connection. But then it felt so much all the time, there was never a break for the butterflies on his stomach or for the jealous green eyed monster whenever you so much as mentioned anyone else. He wouldn't dare say it, but he's so glad your date last night sucked.

As he prepared your coffee, your footsteps approached, "Good morning", you croaked out. You looked like you hadn't slept well, which Lando figured was a given considering the heard you move a lot during the night.

"Good morning, I made this for you. The balcony had nice sunlight right now, I figured you'd enjoy breakfast there", he attempted, bringing a small smile to your lips as you thanked him for the mug, "I'll bring the rest shortly", he called.

As you looked out to the always busy streets, you took in their quickness and rush. How it was all fleeting and momentary.

Lando placed the tray on the table, arranging it so you both could reach everything.

"I heard you crying last night", he began, his fist clenched at the memory as he sat down.

"I'm fine", you shrugged.

"I don't think you are, and I don't want you to suffer, Y/N", he insisted, unusually bold considering he knew which territory he was stepping into.

"It's not easy to come to terms with the fact that I'm single and that it might look like that for a bit, and who even knows how long that 'bit' might actually be", you chuckled, looking at him expecting his understanding gaze but being face with furrowed brows instead along with a scoff. "What? It's not like I'm being unreasonable, I'm just stating the facts", you squinted.

"That's not how it works, and you know that Y/N", he sternly spoke, straightening his back and facing you completely.

It was your time to laugh and scoff a little, "unless something changes within me, I'm sure this is how I'll find myself in the foreseeable", you shock your head.

"All of those things you want to change about yourself? Or that you say you should change to make you more likeable and lovable? That's dimming your light and your spark", Lando bit back, having had enough of it, "if someone loved you after all of those changes, they wouldn't love you for who you are, they would love a fabricated version of you. You're not unlovable", he smiled at the irony of it all. How after all these years, he still hadn't plucked up the courage to tell you how he felt about you.

"How can you say that when you have everyone falling at your feet? Women see you and they're ready to have anything you'll give them! You don't have to change who you are because someone made you feel like you couldn't be loved because of who you are and what you do!", you bit back, sensing a tone in him that was unusual and certainly not comfortable.

“I just need to know who the fuck told you you don’t deserve to be loved, because I’m about to beat their asses up", Lando called, elbows supported on the chair's arms as he looked at you.

"No one's ever told me, I'm probably the one saying it to myself, the rest of the people just make me feel like I'm unlovable, so if you want to hit me, I would prefer you didn't, I bruise quite easily", you tried to joke, not wanting to let your mind wander to the parallel utopian reality where your bestfriend feels the same way about you.

"Then it's all the people that made you feel unloved", Lando said, "none of them deserved a second of your attention, but I can give them a second of mine just for that".

“That’s a lot of people you’re gonna have to beat up, then, and I’m not sure if I want to bail you out of jail for that. We can't all have full bank accounts like yours", you joked again, watching him as he kept on with the subject.

"Stop joking about this! I'm being serious with you, Y/N! You deserve all of the love in the world - and even that wouldn't be enough!", he got up.

“Please, I think we have both realised and reached the conclusion that maybe I’m just not meant to be loved", you added.

“That’s bullshit if I’ve heard of any! No one’s not meant to be loved. There’s someone out there for you, and I think I’ve made it clear that, if it’s really not anyone else, then that someone’s me”, he stopped in front of you. There it was. Out in the open for everyone to hear. His balcony was covered and closed, something he was grateful about as he confessed his love for you.

"You can't joke about this", it was your turn to mention it, getting up as he took your hand in his.

"I'm not, Y/N, I'm really not", he whispered, resting his forehead in yours.

"Kiss me", you pleaded. He was quick to comply to your request, hand cupping your cheek as he tasted the bitter coffee from your lips and felt you unravel to him in a way he didn't think was possible anymore.

"I have loved you for so long, Lando", you whispered once you pulled away for air, "and I couldn't imagine a world where anyone would love me back, let alone you", you admitted, looking into his beautiful orbs.

"You don't have to make any effort to imagine it anymore, baby. I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere. You're so loved and I'll be damned if I don't show you how much everyday of our lives", he smiled, kissing your lips again as your hands travelled to his messy curls.

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Fallout

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Fallout/Marvel AU (Gender Neutral Reader X Wanda Maximoff)

Summary: You and your wife, Wanda Maximoff, are finally living your dream life in WestView. It was perfect until the bombs fell.

Word Count: 1.3K

Content: Fallout TV Show and Video Game references. Not a happy ending. I wrote this in like one hour.

Yakety Yak played from the tiny radio resting on the end table next to the couch as Wanda Maximoff, dressed in a red A-line skirt and Oxford shirt, reading through a lifestyle magazine her neighbor Agnes had lent her.

"Wow, is the death rate of single men really that high?" Wanda quietly questioned to herself before you came in through the front door. Sweating and out of breath.

"Gosh, it's a scorcher out there!" You said as you huffed and puffed in the middle of the entryway to the house. Wanda smiled at your voice and rose. "Let me grab you some water, dear." You smiled as she whizzed by you. Her perfume and infectious personality making you feel hotter all over.

"Honey?" Wanda pulled you from your thoughts as she handed you a tall glass of water. You accepted it and chugged the whole thing before handing it back to Wanda, who only took a single kiss as a form of payment.

"So I take it the lawn is done?" Wanda asked as she came back from the kitchen. You nodded. "It's perfect. Way better than Norm's." You smiled with a goofy grin while Wanda shook her head and chuckled at your stupid rivalry. "I'm sure it is." Wanda stepped behind you and started to push you to the back room. Where your bedroom was. "Now, why don't you take a shower so that way when I kiss you again, I'm not worried about getting a grass stain!"

Wanda was proud of her joke and let the inviable audience loudly laugh at that one. You playfully rolled your eyes and accepted it, but not before reaching out and grabbing your wife's hand.

"You know a shower is only fun if I have help?" You made your eyebrows bounce. Wanda smirked. "Really? You managed yesterday without help, so I think you'll be just fine." She scrunched her nose and began moving you once again. You went to reply, but the doorbell interrupted you. "Shower!" Wanda pointed back with a smile and laughed at your pouty face. But yet you retreated and went to take a shower as Wanda answered the door to a man dressed like a salesperson.

"Hello is this the Maximoff residents?" Wanda clasped her hands over themselves in front of her. "Yes, it is." The man was holding a clipboard and looked at it as he began marking some stuff off. "Okay, great! And there are two of you, correct?" Wanda nodded as she looked over the man.

Who was he?

"I'm sorry, but who are you? Who are you with?" Wanda asked as the man lifted his eyes to her with a smile. "Oh, I'm sorry. Please forgive me." He stuck his hand out. Wanda took it gingerly. "My name is Steve Rogers and I'm here with an opportunity for the future!"

The man was a mix of nervousness and overzealous.

"The future?" Wanda questioned as she looked the man over. Steve cleared his throat before speaking up. "Why yes, Ma'am. You see, Vault-Tec is the foremost builder of state-of-the-art underground Fallout shelters."

Wanda tilted her head with her eyebrows scrunched. She had heard of Vault-Tec, but why was a salesperson at her door? "Vaults?"

Like safes? Wanda wondered.

Steve nodded. "Yes Vaults! Luxury accommodations for you and..." He looked down at his clipboard. "Y/n Maximoff to wait out the horrors of nuclear devastation." Wanda's eyes went wide. "I'm sorry!?"

Steve kept going.

"If you haven't noticed, Ma'am, excuse my language, but this country has gone to heck in a handbasket. Now more than ever, people need to be prepared. The big kaboom is inevitable. Sooner than you may think. If you catch my drift." He said the last part softer and quieter. But he said it with a smile.

Wanda took a step back.

Steve noticed. "Now, now, I know you're a busy woman, so I won't take too much more of your precious remaining time. I'm here to tell you that you and your partner have been selected and pre-approved for our own local Vault. Vault 89!"

Wanda seemed a little surprised but nodded and smiled. She didn't like the feeling that was turning in her.

"Wow, well, thank you!" Wanda politely said while Steve nodded and tipped his hat to Wanda. "Thank you for trusting Vault-Tec with your future!" He turned on his heels and walked with a purpose off the front porch. Wanda watched as the man admired the lawn before hopping into his car.

As Wanda locked the front door, you were leaving the main bedroom. All dressed and clean. "Who was it?" You asked, startling your wife. You looked at her wide-eyed as she shrieked and composed herself before laughing. "Sorry." She said before fast walking to you and wrapping her arms around your body. Your clean smell invading her nose, making her feel better.

"No need to apologize." You replied as you held Wanda. The two of you softly swaying in the middle of the living room. "Are you going to tell me who it was, or do I have to guess?" You kissed the top of Wanda's head. "It was Vault-Tec." She said with her Sokovian accent slipping after she turned her head to face you.

"Vault-Tec? The company Cooper Howard promotes?" Wanda nods to your confused face. "Promoted. But yes. We've been selected for a Vault. Vault 89." Wanda said as she was reading your eyes. "Now, why in the hell were we selected?" You questioned, only to earn a shrug from Wanda. "Maybe only the house with the best lawn gets in," Wanda said as she couldn't hide her bright smile.

"Oh, you think you're funny?" You asked, looking into your wifes green eyes. She nodded. "I saw him admiring all your hard work before he left." She squeezed and poked your arms as she said it.

You laughed and untangled yourself from Wanda as you brought the two of you to the couch. "Well, I guess that means the Vault will be free of Norm." Wanda threw her head back and slapped your arm at your comment. "Honey!"

You chuckled before flipping on the TV. A weatherman was complaining about how hot the rest of the summer would be for WestView before a producers ran on screen and the broadcast suddenly cut. A singular tone and a screen that read Please Stand By followed.

Wanda's smile faded fast, as did yours.

It can't be.

"No, no, no," Wanda whispered as her voice broke and quivered. You immediately rose and went to the window. You didn't see anything through the shudders until it was all white.

What followed was smoke and fire.

The glass broke and sent debris flying above you as you protected Wanda.

"But this is our home!" Wanda screamed as you tried lifting her.

It was real. It was happening. Fallout was coming.

Wanda thrashed about in your arms as she didn't want to leave the house you and her worked so hard for. She has the deed that you bought hanging above her bedside table. Pictures of family scattered around the house. Your music collection and hidden snacks would be forgotten to time. You didn't want to leave either. But you needed to survive. You couldn't do this without Wanda.

"Wanda, please let's go!" You yelled as the noise outside was growing louder and more chaotic. But only one thought processes through your wifes head as Wanda escaped from your hold and runs into the bedroom. Returning out of it moments later with one thing in her hand.

With tears running down her face, she opens your hand and placed it down. "Wanda..." You flip the plastic stick over before the air left your throat. "You're..." Wanda nodded and cried harder.

She was pregnant.

Tears fell onto the carpet below your feet as you brought yourself closer and kissed Wanda.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

You did everything you could to get Wanda to the Vault that day. Through crowds of panicked people. Through the incompetent security of Vault-Tec. Through the white flash of another bomb being dropped.

The two of you made it.

But that same day was the last time you saw Wanda before she was separated from you at the Vault checkpoint.

You don't remember anything after that until today.

Time passed. She's not here anymore.

So, as the doors open and the sun blinds as you stand dressed in blue and yellow, you're prepared to find Wanda and your children. Whatever it takes.

You're prepared for Fallout.

dividers by @/benkeibear

[daysofyellowroses]

myosotis

a little fic based off this very lovely request 💗 | 1.3k | tw: mild language

Kerry looked up from stirring his tea as he heard the doorbell, taking the spoon out of the mug and leaving it on the counter before heading to the front door. He raised a brow as he saw David on the other side, stepping aside to let his brother in.

“Why didn't you just use your key?” Kerry asked, heading back to the kitchen.

“Forgot it didn't I?” David laughed, following Kerry into the kitchen and sitting down at the table. “what are you making?”

“Tea,” Kerry replied, looking over to his brother. “You want some? Kettle is just boiled.”

“Why not,” David nodded, glancing around. “Who's home?”

“Just me,” Kerry got another mug from the cabinet. “Everyone's out.”

“Where?” David asked, sitting back and resting his hands on his stomach. “Anywhere interesting?”

Kerry shrugged as he poured some hot water into the empty mug.

“Kev is out with Pam. Mike has band practice. Mom is shopping and Dad's at his office.”

“And you ain't got plans?” David asked, looking up to the ceiling. “Not like you.”

“I'm just enjoying the peace,” Kerry grinned, dropping a tea bag into the hot water and stirring it. “Not all that often this place is empty.”

David laughed as he nodded, stretching his arms up slightly and letting out a yawn.

“Hey, I need your advice on something.”

“Oh yeah?” Kerry asked, taking the mugs to the table and setting one down in front of David. “What's on your mind?”

“I was thinking of asking Sylvia out,” David shrugged, picking up his mug. You know that girl from the bank?” 

“Yeah I think so,” Kerry nodded. “She's pretty cute. Why do you need my advice? Just ask her out.”

“Well I..fuck this is stupid,” David sighed, taking a long sip of his tea before setting the mug down. “I just..I get so awkward around her. I never know what to say.”

“Really?” Kerry grinned. “You can't tell me you get nervous around a girl? You're constantly running your mouth, giving attitude. Why should it be different with her?”

“Because it is!” David groaned, sitting up and resting his head in his hands. “I don't want her to think I'm some big dumb loudmouth.”

“So you just don't want her to know the real you?” Kerry teased, laughing as David flipped him off. “I'm just kidding. You're overthinking this, it really ain't that complicated.”

“What do I do?” David asked, lowering his arms and looking over to his brother. “Like..what would you say?”

“Me?” Kerry raised a brow, looking up for a moment. “Hm..I guess I would say something like..Hey Sylvia, my brother David has a thing for you. You know him, tall, blonde hair, big mouth. He was too shy to ask you out so he sent his younger brother. You free Friday night?”

“Oh get fucked,” David groaned as Kerry laughed. “Come on, you're better at this than me. What do I say?”

“Alright, let me think,” Kerry grinned, taking a sip of his tea. “Okay, try something like..Hey Sylvia, I hope this ain't too forward but I think you're really great and I would be honored to take you out and get to know you better. If you happen to be free on Friday night I'd love to show you a great time.”

“You think it will work?” David asked, resting his palm against his mug. “I don't want to screw this up.”

“You won't screw it up,” Kerry grinned, getting up from the table. “Just be yourself. Don't stress about it. Worst case scenario she says no, not the end of the world. We got any cookies?”

“Top left cabinet,” David waved his hand. “Do you really think she'd say no?”

“I don't think so,” Kerry opened the cabinet and looked through it. “If you do it right.”

“No pressure,” David sighed, sitting up. “I hate being so awkward about this.”

“It's normal when you like someone,” Kerry took a pack of cookies and brought them to the table. “You don't want to look like an idiot in front of them.”

“Fair,” David nodded, reaching for the cookies. “What about you? You using your own advice?”

Kerry laughed softly and shook his head.

“Nah, I'm not really looking right now. If something is meant to be, it'll happen.”

“Look at you getting all wise,” David grinned, taking a couple of cookies before sliding the pack over to Kerry. “I guess single life is suiting you.”

“So far,” Kerry nodded. “I'm happy to focus on work right now. Big match on Saturday night, hope you won't be too distracted by your girlfriend.”

“Shut up,” David rolled his eyes with a grin, stuffing a cookie into his mouth. “she'th noth my girlfriend.”

“Not yet,” Kerry laughed, taking a sip of his tea and looking over to David. “You know..I've been meaning to tell you, I-”

“Hey, I'm home,” Kevin's voice sounded from the front door.

“In here,” Kerry called before looking to David with a smile. “I'll tell you later.”

“You better,” David grinned. “I'll be waiting on the edge of my seat.”

“Hey,” Kevin smiled as he walked into the kitchen, going to get himself a glass of water. “Did you have company?”

“No,” Kerry raised a brow, looking over to Kevin. “Why?”

“There's an extra mug on the table,” Kevin gestured to the mug sitting on the table across from Kerry. “Unless you just didn't feel like washing up?”

“Nah nothing like that,” Kerry shrugged with a smile. “David was here.”

“David..I see,” Kevin nodded, taking his glass to the table and sitting down across from Kerry. “I see him too, sometimes. Talk to him.”

“I know it's a little silly,” Kerry gestured to the untouched mug across the table. “But I really feel like he's there. Like we're just having the same conversations we woulda had.”

Kevin nodded softly, looking at the mug

“It's not silly. I do the same thing, I tell him about Pam and the boys and all of us. It feels like I could reach out and give him a hug, he's so real.”

“Hey, you ever tell him you miss him?” Kerry asked, letting out a sigh. “I always feel like I should. I want to tell him I'm sorry I wasn't there when he needed his family. That we let him die alone..”

“Hey, I won't hear it,” Kevin held his hand up. “We didn't let him die alone. He wasn't supposed to die, how in the world was it his time? Every time I see him I want to tell him that we all miss him, we love him. But I can't do it, I'm afraid if I say it then he'll really be gone.”

“I know,” Kerry murmured, looking up for a moment and taking a deep breath. 

“One day he'll stop showing up and maybe I'll regret not telling him but..I just want to remember the good times when I'm with him. I don't want to remember he's not really there.”

“Well while we're still here, so is he,” Kevin smiled softly. “We keep him alive like this. I know we ain't ever gonna forget about him but..it just feels important. What were you talking about with him this time?”

“That girl down at the bank,” Kerry smiled, looking over to Kevin. “Sylvia. Just giving him some advice. He always had a thing for her.”

“He sure did,” Kevin laughed softly. “His ears used to go pink when she smiled at him after church.”

“The only time he wasn't running his mouth,” Kerry laughed, shaking his head. “who knows what coulda happened, it's just fun to think about I guess.”

“Yeah,” Kevin smiled, checking his watch. “You wanna come pick Mike up?”

“Why not,” Kerry nodded, looking over to the mug before standing up. “maybe I can repurpose that expert advice of mine.”

[moongvf]

ALWAYS BY YOUR SIDE

This is my first time writing obscenities here and I’m still a little nervous. English is not my native language, so forgive me for possible mistakes. I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you like it too.

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Summary: You have been friends since high school and a memorable event has always kept you together. After a fight with your current boyfriend, Jake comforts you and some memories emerge making you question your real feelings about him.

ALWAYS BY YOUR SIDE

Characters: Jake x Fem!Reader

5k words

Warnings: 18+ as always. Obscenities of all kinds, body insecurity, bullying.

You're in your room dressed in a Rolling Stones t-shirt, which is your favorite. It's late and you just hope to end this exhausting day by reading a few pages of your bedside book before falling asleep. The next day you have to go to work. You feel bad because you fought with Mike, your idiot boyfriend, for the tenth time. “He won’t change!” you think.

You don't understand because you always forgive him and each time you tell yourself that it's the last time and exceeding your personal limits only makes you more distressed. You take out your book “Cirano de Veryerac” and sit down with your legs on top of each other. You open it to continue reading, when the sound of the doorbell interrupts you.

“Is it him? I hope he’s not such an idiot!” you think. You get up, putting the book aside, and put on your cow slippers. Well, they are the most comfortable. You open the door to your room and walk down the brown wooden stairs.

When you reach the front door, you let out a soft sigh as you open it. You are surprised to see him there in front of you with that beautiful smile and those caramel eyes. His hair is slightly disheveled as if he hadn't combed it since yesterday. He wears a beige fabric shirt and moss green vintage pants along with his old Vans flip-flops that haven't been white for a long time.

"Hi! I brought your favorite ice cream! And these chocolates too! Can I stop by?" He says without stopping smiling.

Jake, your best friend, your lifesaver, is always there when you need him. He is like a hero to you. You've known each other since high school. He has always been with you in the best and worst of times.

Even though he formed a band with his brothers and his friend, Danny, he always worries about you. Even though he's on tour, he's always there. "You don't know how happy I am to see you!" You tell him, throwing yourself into his arms. You almost dropped your ice cream, he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a tight hug. "Calm down, honey! I'm here because I know you need me." He tells you in a sweet voice. As sweet as those chocolates he gave you.

"Thank you! That idiot!" You tell him as tears start to well up in his eyes. He supports you in his arms and takes you to the living room towards the couch. You both sit down and he brushes your wet hair away from your face. "Don't cry about that asshole, honey. I don't even know why you're still with him." He tells you, frowning.

"You're always right!" You tell him, opening the box of chocolates to devour one. You take one that has a rectangular shape and put it in your mouth, it's delicious and there are almonds inside. "Honey, you're too much of a woman for him!"

"Yes, I know! He always finds a way to convince me! But I've had enough! And this time I won't forgive him!" You tell him, leaving the box of chocolates on the table in front of you. You are so upset with yourself for letting your feelings get away with you. Jake watches you silently, he always does this. And sometimes you feel like that look undresses you. He makes you feel confused.

"Next Friday we have a show. I'll send it to you. Richard will come and get you." He says breaking the silence and changing the subject to distract you. "Great! The tour for the new album has started. I'm so happy for you." You place your hand in his, grateful that he insists on your presence. Possibly this is more for you than for him.

"Say no more! Be ready at 6pm. That's not an invitation!" You always felt protected when he was around.

It was late and you could see the tiredness in his eyes, but he still came to see you. He knew you weren’t okay without you even telling him. He always knew when you were sick, if you felt bad or just hurt. You don't understand how you got to this level of connection.

You feel calmer being with him, always showing you his support. You get up and go to the kitchen. Before the ice cream finishes melting, you put it in the fridge. You walk out of the kitchen and grab him by the shoulders. "You look very tired. Stay! Let's go to bed. Then you can get some rest." You tell him giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Okay! I'm exhausted." He lets out a yawn that was heard throughout the house. You laugh loudly, holding your belly, you can't help it, you look like an animal. "You are a bad girl!" He tells you, laughing too.

He climbs the stairs after you and you walk to the room at the end of the hallway.

"Now I'm one of your grouppies!" You scoff at him as you open the door.

"You were my first grouppie, honey." He says throwing himself on the bed.

“The best, the most special,” you reply.

"Then I think you're already deluding yourself." He pulls you by the waist and throws you onto the bed right next to him.

He strokes your hair and starts giving you small kisses on the top of your head. You feel so safe in his arms, you know that nothing and no one would hurt you being with him. Suddenly you remember when you were eighteen and the secret that brought you together. "Jake, make love to me."

He looks at you in surprise, his eyes light up as he looks at you with a sideways smile, he continues stroking your hair. Letting out a soft sigh he stops you. "Kitten, we swore we wouldn't do that again."

"Jake, I know! And I don't think you've ever forgotten that." You tell him, rubbing circles with your finger on his chest.

"Kitten, how can I forget this?!" He says with a mischievous smile and your cheeks turn red.

Letting your horniness and impulsiveness act, you run your hands down his abdomen and shyly stroke his cock.

You feel him hard under your touch but he puts his hand over yours and brings it to the pillow between your faces. You feel your stomach in your throat as you see a slight smile form on his lips as his eyes look down. A memory perhaps? Nervousness takes over you and you carefully calculate your next words, but he seems to read your mind and comfort your restless thoughts. “I still think about it, Y/N.” He seems to be waiting for your response. You have a lot to say, but your embarrassed version is definitely not the best articulater. He looks at you for the longest seconds of the night and the light of his phone notifying you of a message disperses your vision of him. You instinctively look for your cell phone between the sheets and see above your eyes “Mike❤: I miss you…”. He seems to have seen it too because he gets up and heads towards the bathroom.

"Great!" You groan, leaving your cell phone on the bedside table, setting the alarm clock and leaving Mike to answer tomorrow. You take off your leggings and cover yourself with the duvet, turning to Jake's side. You hear the doorknob click and try to read his expression as he returns to the bed taking off his pants and shirt, leaving him in just a pair of boxer shorts. You watch his back facing the light from the window as he folds the clothes on the dresser. “It’s not polite to watch, princess.”

“Great… again!”

(One hour later…)

You move around during the night looking for a more relaxing position in the small space, you tend to spread out more on the mattress but you are afraid of waking you up. It doesn't seem like it helped much because you hear him say in a whisper, extending his arm toward you, “Come here, kitten.” You look at him, his eyes still closed, and align yourself in the space between his arm and his right dorsal, resting your head on his shoulder. The warmth of his body immediately comforts you. You try to focus on his breathing and how his chest moves beneath your hands. His skin is tanned, his nipple is small and pink. His eyes roam his body in your line of vision. His neck with a few strands of hair falling out, his Adam's apple moving to the rhythm of his slow breathing. The musky smell of tobacco cologne permeating his skin. Your pussy is already wet and your thighs contract in search of some relief and your mind visits that night when everything happened.

Graduation was in two weeks. You've decided between three acceptance letters from different colleges. Studying art history has always been a dream since your father took you to exhibitions and museums and it was also one of the best memories of your childhood before he left. You could dedicate yourself to studying something that really makes sense to you. Jake always supported you in this decision, he knew what it was like to pursue a career based on passion and intuition, going against people's expectations. You always wanted you to study at university together, but he got a contract to record an album and decided to dedicate himself fully to the first step of your dream. You believed in him and clearly saw a future rock star in the countless rehearsals in the garage where you spent the afternoon with him and his brothers. Jake was always your best friend and your shoulder to cry on during the many romantic disappointments you had as teenagers.

It's not like he never has girlfriends. On the contrary, you saw him receiving more and more attention from girls as he adopted his own style and gained the confidence of a boy who was becoming a man. The time he joined the football team was especially hectic. He dated practically every girl in your year, some of the most popular ones, which made you constantly compare yourself. But he was always by your side and having him as your personal protector made you be more careful about being around any boy at school. Some of your friends on the team had already asked you out, but he always seemed to make you unavailable to them. So he let them think the two of you were dating, not that there weren't already rumors about it. One time, Jake got into a fight because one of the guys in the locker room made disrespectful comments about your body. Jake didn't give many details about it, he wanted to protect you and you didn't ask anything else.

Jake's biggest fear since then was seeing boys share the intimacy they had with you. He said you were too good for anyone there. You had a few dates with guys, but nothing that lasted longer than two weeks. Some of them Jake met and you used to take them on double dates with Jake's girlfriend of the week. You, however, were always reserved with sex, it didn't go much further than kisses and some caresses in the back seat of your car. You wanted your first time to be with someone you trusted and who didn't just want to fuck you. Jake, on the other hand, has always been very sexual and you've heard of some of his exploits among the girl group at school. This made you curious and a little jealous, but you preferred to keep those things to yourself.

And everything was relatively easy until that night. Their parents were away for a family reunion, but the boys preferred to spend the weekend with friends. Josh was at a party with his theater colleagues. Sam was going to spend the night with some girls at his friend Danny's house. Jake, on the other hand, was going to a party with his popular friends and invited you to join him, but decided to spend time with you when you said you'd rather enjoy these weeks before graduation busy with your things.

You knew that within a few days you would have no reason to keep in touch with almost any of these people, so there was no point in engaging in any more of the boring gossip and potentially dangerous nonsense they would do after the third glass of tequila.

Jake suggested a quiet movie night at your house and you reluctantly agreed, feeling guilty for messing up your plans for that Saturday. But he insisted and said he would add some of his comforting films to the evening's itinerary.

And you went there. It was 6pm on a hot night and you decided to wear one of your summer dresses, one of the few that Jake hadn't seen you wear yet. You thought you would end up sleeping there and warned your mother not to worry. You figured you'd end up wearing some of Jake's old band shirts, so you didn't bother packing something more comfortable in your bag. You decided to make an apple pie, Jake's favorite, a simple thank you for doing something so kind for you today. He would probably end up devouring this in less than an hour if he spent the night smoking joints.

You arrive at the Kiszka house around 6:40 pm and Jake greets you with a tight hug. The way he places his hand just below your waist on the thin fabric of your dress, unintentionally groping for the strap of your panties makes a slight shiver run down your thighs. He takes a good look at you “Kitten, all this for me?” The question makes you blush because deep down you know that today it took you longer to get ready than the other days when you showed up there in sweats and he seems a little perplexed by that. He thanks her for the gift, taking the pie to the kitchen and smiles “This will come to an end later.” You'd rather wait for him on the couch, snuggling between the pile of pillows and realizing he favorited “Vanilla Sky” on TV.

You love naive Sophia and how she and Dave really connect in a universe of superficialities. "Did you find what you were looking for?" Jake laughs and walks over to you to lean next to you on the couch. He starts the movie and you get lost for the next hour in your favorite scenes. Every now and then you catch him distracted, looking into your eyes, fascinated by the lines that you have already memorized after having seen them dozens of times.

"What is wrong?" You ask him.

“Nothing, you're cute when you're busy with something you like,” he replies, “sometimes I can't believe this is one of the last times.”

“Jake, I’ll still be in town. The university is only 2 hours away”

“I know, but you will be busy with your things, you will have your new friends and we will end up seeing each other only on the weekends, and then in a few months and finally only at Christmas.”

“Jake, don't say that, you know that It's not going to be like that and besides, the one who's going to end up traveling the world on tour will be you, Mr. Rockstar”

“Hey, that still scares me...” He pauses in reflection for a few seconds and adds “Whatever the case may be, we will still be here for each other. Promise?"

“I promise, Jakey,” you lean back into him, falling with your head on the pillow in his lap. He stretches a little to the coffee table and takes a small joint out of his wallet. He lights it with his lighter metal in your mouth and take a drag. From your angle, you are distracted for a few seconds, looking at him as the smoke slowly leaves your lips. He hands you the joint, placing it between your lips, holding it in your mouth hand. You feel your stomach drop as you hold his fingers that are brushing your lips for a moment. You're not sure if it was intentional or not until the second he breaks the silence and says "Do you think you will meet someone in college?"

“I don't know, Jake. I think I've lost hope." Taking a little more courage thanks to marijuana, he adds: “Have you never been curious?” A little nervous about the unknown territory of this conversation (Jake has never gone so deep into his intimidation) you say nothing “I prefer not to think about it” and the other question catches you completely off guard “Have you ever imagined us?” You feel the blood in your temples and when you look up you catch him staring at your exposed legs and back up at your face. “I don’t know, Jake” and let a hint of jealousy that you hide so much take over your words “No more than what I heard in the gossip in the bathroom mirror from some of your little friends.” He laughs in disbelief and struggles to understand what's behind your taunt. “Does this make you jealous, kitten?”

“I’m not your girls, Jake,” you assert yourself, “I don’t want a boy getting into my pants like you or anyone else at school.”

Only after you finish do you process the poison of your own words. But you prefer silence rather than apologizing. That’s why his next words give you a pang in your chest “I never gave you reason to think that about me, Y/N. I’m really sorry."

Seeing him so vulnerable disarms you and you seize the moment of sincerity and say “I'm jealous, Jake. I don’t like imagining other girls touching you” and so you protect yourself once again, “but I know we’re friends…”

“I think about you too, Y/N.” His confession takes you by surprise.

He loses himself within himself for a moment and adds: “— I think I never let anyone get close to you because I wanted you for myself.” He gently runs his fingers down your face and presses your lips against his. It's sweet and pleading, your tongue silently asking for permission to explore your mouth and you let it do so. It tastes like mint and marijuana. He makes love to your mouth, his tongue caressing the roof of your mouth. You give in and are at his mercy, reaching out to feel him, one hand resting on his neck and the other on the back of his neck, gently squeezing his hair, a few strands falling onto you. When he pulls away from you, he gently bites your bottom lip, leaving a light strand of saliva between your mouths.

He presses his forehead against yours, his eyes never leaving yours, and whispers into your lips, “Can I touch you, beautiful?”

You nod your eyes, but he wants to be sure “I need you to use your words, kitten”

“Yes.”

You feel his hands on your bent knees sliding up and lightly caressing your thighs. “Have you pleasured yourself yet, Y/N?”

You give the answer with your shy look and he brushes your bangs out of your face with his thumb and kisses your forehead. He gently brushes his nose against yours on his way to your mouth and kisses you again, this time with a little more fervor and you a little more used to his tongue deep and warm inside you. You can’t help but wonder how this could be a glimpse of his cock meeting you.

Suddenly everything seems so right. Jake, the boy who was always with you and now the man you saw him become and desire is the one you trust with your body. You try not to get lost in your thoughts and focus on him in your mouth. You feel your body go cold as you feel his warm fingertips tracing the edges of your panties across your crotch. As he traces your covered vulva you notice that your wet pussy has flooded the fabric and it makes you nervous. He feels your body tense and breaks the kiss. “It’s okay, just relax for me.” He slides his fingers with a little more pressure on the wet cotton and the contact with your covered clit makes you let out a moan straight into his mouth. He moves with you still lying on his lap, pulling your skirt up to your waist and watching his fingers massage your bundle of nerves.

The position allows him to look directly at the your lying face and see its reaction to each his finger movement. He takes his fingers to his mouth and moistens them with a generous portion of saliva and passes his hand under the waistband of your panties, making the first contact with your naked pussy. The thumb remains making circular movements over the clitoris while the index finger descends towards its entrance. Your soul seems to want to leave your body, but his other hand rests on the side of your head, stroking your hair. He looks at you and you understand what he is asking of you, his index finger penetrates you and you feel yourself contracting “So tight, kitten”. The feeling of him stretching you for the first time is without a doubt a memory that you will always revisit in your thoughts, you are sure. He moves in and out of you with his finger forming a hook until he touches a place that you didn't even know inside of you, but that makes you contract more each time he touches it there.

You close your eyes and try to savor the new sensation and you are sure that his eyes are attentive to every expression of pleasure you make in his lap. "Is everything okay, kitten?" You feel the loss of contact when you feel him slide your panties down your ankles. You help him release it and he thrusts into you again, this time inserting two fingers into your opening. He enters with a little more difficulty and you feel a slight discomfort but the feeling of pleasure of the two fingers exploring you is overwhelming. He pumps them at a slightly more steady pace. The wet sounds coming from the movements are pornographic and would make you embarrassed with anyone else, but it's him and you decide to give yourself to him and everything he gives you without reservation.

You feel like your body wants to explode as his fingers continually hit that sweet spot inside you. You instinctively try to grab his hand to slow down, but he grabs your wrist and you open your eyes to see him with his eyes closed and his mouth open, his cock completely rigid beneath you "Just let it come, beautiful."

Seeing him like this for you is what makes you fall apart around him. “Jake, I’m…” He kisses you and silences you as your body calms down.

He moves your body along with his and stands in front of you, picking you up and hugging you and aligning your legs around his waist, carrying you on his lap. He drags you to his room, you get rid of your dress by pulling it around your neck, leaving you completely naked to him. He lays you down on the messy bed and hovers over you. He immediately gets rid of his pants and shoes, leaving them lying on the floor. He looks at you, exposed to him like never before, slides her hand down your breasts to your belly. “ You’re so perfect, Y/N. Every bit of your body.” He takes off his shirt, leaving him only in his underwear and a drop of pre-cum is visible. He kisses you once more, trailing down your neck and gently sucking on the flesh. He positions himself between your legs, placing one of them on your shoulders. Just his hot breath on your wet pussy makes you shiver.

He calmly devours you, as if touching something sacred. He brushes your clit with his tongue in circular motions that make you squirm on the bed. He places his hands on your waist, holding you on the bed for him in that position. He takes your left nipple between his fingers, making you hiss. As his tongue moves down to explore your entrance, his nose brushes your clit.

The double contact on your sensitive spots drags you straight to the second orgasm. You tighten your thighs around him and cum hard. Without control of your body, your hands grip his hair to steady yourself. Jake looks at you still between your legs, his liquid completely covering your lips and chin making them shine.

He runs his fingers gently over the surface of your open, quivering pussy from overstimulation. “Calm down, kitten. It's okay". He opens his mouth and runs his tongue along the long strip that runs from your clit to your ass, collecting the rest of your juice, looking directly at you. His tongue is dripping. He kisses you tenderly, making you taste yourself on his tongue.

He whispers against your lips “Do you still want this? I can only have this, S/N.” “I want it, Jake.” You see him drop his underwear revealing his member, it is pink, thick and bigger than you imagined, which scares you a little. He pumps himself three times, his cock dripping from the tip and leaking between his fingers. His mouth opens and his head falls back a little, revealing his need, he has been hard for a long time and has allowed himself to just take care of you. He places his hands around your head and brings his face closer to yours. His stomach feels cold when you feel him lining himself up with your entrance.

“I won’t hurt you, I promise” and he kisses your forehead “Tell me if you want to stop.”

“Okay, Jake.”

He presses himself against you and you feel the head of his cock opening you up for him. He stops there, giving you a few seconds to get used to the new sensation. He continues sliding into your opening, his thick member stretching you, your wet walls welcoming him and easing the slight burning sensation that takes over when he reaches your collon. “You’re so tight, Y/N.” He moans into your ear. You run your hands down his face as he rests his forehead against you, “So hot, kitten.” Your mouths meet again, he gently sucks your tongue and begins to caress your entire face with his open lips, his warm wet breath touching your skin. “Can I move?” You nod. He runs his hand down your back and hips and aligns your left leg around his waist, opening you up a little more for him, stopping his hand on your thigh, gently squeezing your flesh. He hits you once weakly, as if testing if you find this bearable.

Your hands are on his back, your nails lightly scratching the skin as he begins to thrust at a slow pace. It's soft, like his dick is getting to know you. He opens his mouth slowly and your eyes roll back as he intensifies the pace a little more. “You look like satin, Y/N.” He pulls away from your body and lifts himself up a little, looking at where your bodies are connected, admiring how his pelvis meets yours and how deep he is in you.

Suddenly it all seems too much for you to take in, the sight of his cock glistening with your wetness sliding in and out of you, seeing him working so beautifully for your pleasure with a fucked up expression, not believing that you ended the night giving for your best friend.

You want him less gentle. “Faster, Jake. I need you more deeply.” He looks at you with bright eyes, revealing the effect your blatant request had on him. “Y/N…” He speeds up his thrusts into your hips, his gaze never leaving yours.

The sound of your wet bodies colliding, the creaking of the mattress and headboard hitting the wall with your labored breaths add a more chaotic atmosphere to the crying mess you've become. Your moan is obscene and fragile, which awakens Jake's dominance even more, who now eats you with more urgency. His strokes are longer and harder, the head of his cock frantically hitting the perfect spot on you. Every time he hits you there you wince at him making him back away just to hit you again. He aligns himself in the space between your head and neck, his sweaty hair plastered to his forehead and his eyebrows creased. “Fuck…” He’s close but he wants to make you come before him “Y/N, come one more time for me… on my cock.” The pace is unbearable, your pussy clenching around him. You feel weak and break down screaming his name. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm, his thrusts becoming more languid and erratic seeking his own end after you. And then with a grunt of relief he cums, leaving you filled with him, painting your walls with his cum. He stays inside you for a few more moments, while his breathing stabilizes and he recovers... Your head is still foggy with what just happened until he kisses you and pulls out of you. The sheets beneath you are wet with sweat, your mixed release and some blood, as well as the length of his cock. You look at him in amazement and he touches your face tenderly: “It’s normal, it’s okay”

And that's how you remember falling asleep, curled up in his arms, like now...

You push away your distant thoughts and turn to him. He has his eyes fixed on you. "Kitten, why are you awake?"

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To be continued... maybe

[c-m-stuff]

Complete Opposites

Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

-Description: You and Spencer are married. You two have a beautiful son. When your niece unexpectedly visited you, everyone could see you were complete opposites.

-Warnings: Fluffiness, angst, mention of smut, having a child

-Word count: 2221

-Note: (Repost from Wattpad, requests are welcome!) I actually had really fun writing this one. But, I need to make a few things clear. First of all, I write here about readers niece, just know, that I totally made that up. I love my niece, she isn't like this character at all. Second of all, this one shot, and most of the text, was based on a TV show. That was a really big inspiration, but I changed it sometimes, lightly. TV show: Friends - 9x8

Masterlist

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Y/N POV:

I was facing the mirror, looking at my beautiful black dress. It was one of David's famous dinner parties. Of course, we are going. We only have one problem. We couldn't find someone to stay with our new born baby. He was only 2 months old. Spencer and I, couldn't be more happy, his birth a real blessing. But, since no one of our friends can stay with him, and we don't trust a babysitter who is a complete stranger, we decided to take little (Y/S/N) with us.

'Wow.' I turned around to see my wonderful husband staring at me in awe.

'You look gorgeous. Absolutely stunning.' he stated, while making his way towards me.

'You don't look bad yourself, love.'

He came closer to me, pressing his lips into my neck. Sucking and licking on the sensitive skin. The possibility, that he left some marks, were pretty big.

'Honey, even though, I love this very much, not now. We need to go to David's.' I laughed, as he separated the contact, before we both got too carried away.

'Alright, fine. But, you're going to make this up to me when we're back.' he teased, staring deeply into my eyes.

'I won't argue with you.' I smiled, before giving each other a passionate kiss.

What ended the loving kiss, was the sudden sound of the doorbell ringing. We gave each other a confused look, knowing we agreed with the others that we would drive.

We both walked towards the front door, as I opened it. There she stood, my niece, I didn't saw in ages. She gave me a soft smile, letting herself in.

'Well hey, Amy. I haven't seen you in, like, a year.' I spoke, while giving her a quick hug.

'I know. I know. I've just been crazed.'

'Well, me too. I had a baby.'

'I decorated dad's office.' she stated, proud.

'Yeah? Well, unless you pushed a desk out of your vagina, not the same thing.' I said, sarcastically.

I mean, I love my niece. I really do, we're just complete opposites. She was popular, always busy with her looks, and just not that mature. I wasn't popular, I care more about the inside, and I'm just more mature than her. But, I'm happy she's here. Now, I can spend some lost time with her.

'I'm so excited! I'm going to have dinner at my boyfriend's house.' she walked herself further in, until she saw the crib of our beautiful son.

'Oh my god, is that (Y/S/N)?' she asked, as a smile grew on Spencer and my face.

'Yeah.'

'It's a boy?' the moment was almost perfect, until she asked this question. I was biting on my lip, while giving her a nod.

'So, Amy, do you remember Spencer?' I asked, as she now fully gave a look at him.

'Yes, of course!' suddenly, her phone began to rang.

'Oh, I need to take this one.' she said, before walking into a room.

Only about a minute later, she came back, visibly upset.

'Amy, what happened?'

'My boyfriend cancelled on me.' she answered, a deep sigh leaving her lips.

'I mean, I finally find a real relationship. Someone who I don't feel lonely with, and then his wife comes back into town!' she continued, making me roll my eyes behind her back. Like I said, complete opposites.

'God, I was so looking forward to this. It was going to be a beautiful evening.' she complained once more, as she started crying, lightly.

'Amy, don't cry.' I told her, before I turned around to meet Spencer's gaze.

'Can I talk with you in private?' he agreed, making our way towards the bedroom.

'Look, I was thinking, if it's okay with David... I would like to invite Amy.' he looked at me understanding, before placing a kiss on my cheek.

'Okay, I will call David.' he reassured me, and I wrapped him into a hug.

'Thank you.'

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So said, so done.

A few moments later, we arrived at David's mansion. I pressed the doorbell, and soon enough, the Italian let us all in.

'Hey guys, this is my niece, Amy. Amy, this is Derek, Aaron, David, JJ, Penelope, and Emily.' I introduced them, as everyone greeted back.

Eventually, I ended up with the girls, happily talking.

'So, your niece sounds nice.' Emily spoke out, while I nodded my head.

'Yeah, she is. She's just a lot to take, sometimes.' I admitted.

'But, anyways, how's Henry?' I asked JJ, wanting to change the subject.

'He's good! He just made new friends. Whenever he comes back home, he always tells us what he did that day. What for games they played at school.'

'Ohh, that is the cutest!' I answered, the girls all agreeing with me.

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After a little while, we decided to sit by the boys, on the comfortable couch. I sat next to Spencer, as Amy took place next to us.

'Hey, where's the baby?'

'We just put him down for a nap.' my husband answered, as Amy got excited.

'Listen, I was just thinking. You know what would be incredible?' we gave her a curious look.

'If you guys died!'

'Thank you, Amy.' I spoke, sarcastically, knowing she didn't meant it in that way.

'No, no, then I would get the baby.'

'It would be just like in a movie. At first, I wouldn't know what to do with him. And, then, I would rise to the occasion. Then, I'd get a makeover and get married.' she finished, smiling bright.

'Listen, not that you guys could stop me or anything. Because, you know, you'd be dead. But, I was thinking about changing his name. I'm just not really a big fan of (Y/S/N).' we all were flabbergasted, definitely not expecting this conversation to happen. I was struggling to tell her the truth.

'Honey, I don't know how to tell you this. But, if were something to happen to Spencer and myself, you wouldn't get the baby.' I told her, making her look in shock.

'Well, who would?'

'We haven't officially asked them yet, but we would want Jennifer and William.' Spencer continued, making JJ smile big. Will couldn't come this evening, but I'm sure he would react the same way.

'I can't believe you'd want us to raise (Y/S/N).' JJ spoke, genuine happy.

'I don't believe this. Hold on a second. You guys die, and I don't get your baby?'

'Amy, see, we're a lot closer to JJ and Will. We see them almost everyday, and truthfully, you don't seem connected to the baby.' I admitted, making her more angry.

'Connected? To what? He's a lump!'

'Dinner's ready!' I was grateful, David called us. I was getting more pissed off, but tried my best to ignore it.

At the table, the tension could be cut by a knife. Everyone ate, while Amy was visibly mad. There wasn't much chatting around the table, everyone feeling the heavy tension.

After dinner, we took place again on the couch, a little more talking now. Suddenly, Amy came sitting next to me, huffing annoyed.

'In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not talking to you.'

'What are you doing now then?' I said, sarcastically, before she rolled her eyes.

'You know, this is just classic (Y/N).' I laughed a bit.

'Right. Remember in high school, when I died, and didn't give you the baby?'

'This might be my one change to have a child, (Y/N).' Amy spoke, firmly.

'I mean, you know that I have been so busy focusing on my career.'

'What career?'

'I'm a decorator.' she said, as if it was the most obvious answer.

'You decorate your dad's office and now your a decorator?'

'Why can't you ever be supportive?'

'You want to talk about supportive? You didn't come and visit me when I was in the hospital having the baby.' I could tell, I was getting more angry. In the meanwhile, everyone remained quiet.

'You didn't come see me in the hospital when I was getting my lips done!' I huffed, the difference too big.

'I did the first time!' I yelled back, and got up from the couch. I walked a little further, before turning around.

'You know what? You want to know why I'm not giving you (Y/S/N)?' I began, as she got up as well.

'I'm not giving you (Y/S/N), because you can't handle the responsibility of a child.' I confessed, making her huf once more.

'Well, how hard could it be? You do it.' I felt the anger burning on my skin, as I bite on my lip, in attempt to stay calm.

'You wanna know why you don't want me to have the baby? Because you don't want me to be happy. You have always been jealous of me.'

'Jealous of what? Of your lack of responsibility? Your immaturity?' I argued back, letting her roll her eyes.

'You just think you're so perfect. With your new baby, and your small house. Well, let me tell you something. Your baby isn't even that cute.'

I was staring at her with shock and madness. Now, she went too far. Insulting me, okay, but don't involve my family in this.

'Too far, Amy. Too far.' I was relieved, Spencer stood up for us. I could see, he was clearly angry, we all were.

'You take that back.' I pointed at her, but she didn't care.

'No.'

'Take it back!'

'No. What are you gonna do? Make me?' she challenged me, waiting for my next move.

'Hey, I chase criminals for the living. You think, I can't handle you?'

'Bring it on!' right after she said that, she gave me a push.

'Did you just push me?'

'Yeah, I think I did.'

'All right, that's it.'

I minored her actions, giving her also a push. We began hit hands against hands, fighting like children. Than, I managed to get my hands in her hair, shaking it up, making it frizzy. When I was done, she immediately went to her hair, going multiple times over it, making it straight again. She then tried to push me again, but I hold her off by placing my hand on her head, making it harder to reach me.

Suddenly, I felt with my free hand an object, tossing it accidentally of its place. We immediately stopped fighting, looking now finally what we did. I accidentally tossed an empty wine glass from the table on the floor, the glass scattered everywhere.

'Alright, that's it! You cannot behave this way! If you can't act your age, you shouldn't be here at all.' David spoke, as the guilt washed over me.

'I'm sorry.' Amy apologized, while playing with her fingers.

'I'm so sorry, Dave!' I apologized, hating what had happened. His eyes got softer, nodding it was okay.

'Look, Amy, we got a little out-of-control over there. And, I'm sorry.'

'I'm sorry too.'

'You're my niece, and if it really means that much to you-' she cut me off.

'So, you're gonna give me the baby?'

'No, I was planning on coming to the hospital by your next beauty operation.' she smiled widely, pulling me into a hug.

'You are not gonna regret this.'

We separated, as I made my way towards the others. Spencer wrapped me instantly into a tight embrace, placing a gentle kiss on my head.

'Are you okay?'

'Yes, I'm fine.' I reassured him, planting a kiss on his cheek. We pulled apart, and I turned around to face the Italian.

'Dave, I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean to. I'll pay you back.'

'Don't worry about it. It's okay.' he gave me a soft smile, as I returned it, whispering a "thank you".

'(Y/N), Spence, did you guys really meant it about (Y/S/N)?' JJ asked, a bit insecure.

'Of course, we meant it. JJ, you and Will, are great parents. In that case, we would be more than happy. I mean, if you two want it, of course.'

'Yeah, of course! Thank you, we really appreciate it.' she both gave us a hug, letting us see her gratefulness.

'Well, I'm very thankful, but I pray that doesn't happen. We don't want to lose you guys.' we gave her a smile, nodding in agreement.

This evening may wasn't exactly what I thought it would be, but eventually it turned out alright. And, the evening only got hotter, as soon as my husband and I, (and our son) were back home.

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[shinestarhwaa]

NEW ROMANTICS || PARK SEONGHWA PT.2

Pt1 | Pt2 | Pt3

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Pairing: Seonghwa x Fem Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Tags/warnings: Strangers to lovers AU, Readers name is Julie, Trauma concerning parents/fights/abandonment/alcohol, anxiety, starting a new life, lack of self-love, making out, seonghwa has a massive thing for her boobs, fingering, squirting, dirty talk, blowjob, throatfucking, family death

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @mjyungi @bratty-tingz @sugarnspice630 @stardragongalaxy @bro-atz @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisg00dgirl @wh0re4yunsangho @vesvosmozhno

ENJOY!

Lola was right, it was time to give it a try again. Maybe he would be your romeo, so what did you have to lose? You found yourself standing in front of his house, hesistant to ring the doorbell. You sighed deeply but then finally rang it.

Seonghwa opened the door and smiled widely, dressed in a linnen shirt and classy slacks he looked like a perfect summer snack. He had asked you to come to his place for pasta and wine and you were happy to agree. There was still no literal confirmation but Priya had assured you that these meetings were all very date-like. ''Hi, beautiful,'' he smiled as he welcomed you into his house. You smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. ''Hey Romeo,'' you said without thinking. He laughed loudly, ''Romeo? I kinda like that. Because you're Juliette.'' ''That's kinda stating the obvious, but yes,'' you laughed, ''Lola came up with that, my sister.'' He nodded, ''Yeah, I remember her name.''

Soon enough you were seated at the dining table eating delicious pasta that Seonghwa made himself. He seemed to be an amazing chef which works in your favor because you sure as hell sucked at it.

Somehow you landed on the topics of relationships and it did not take long before you got to the topic of your ex being in bed with your best friend. ''So, that is how I ended up with severe... trust issues when it comes to relationships. But I'm getting help, I'm talking about it,'' you sighed. Seonghwa listened intently as he drank his wine. ''What a jerk... I don't understand how people can hurt the ones they love so much...'' ''Right,'' you nodded.

''So,'' you spoke to shift the conversation, ''How's the dating scene here? There are a lot of young people, you must've had quite a few girlfriends.'' Seonghwa shook his head, to your surprise. ''No,'' he stated after swallowing his pasta, ''Well, the dating scene is very wild indeed around here, but I've never had a girlfriend before.'' Even though you were the one asking, his confession felt sudden.

''Really?'' You asked. ''Truly. It's on me, though, I'm the problem.'' You frowned. ''How come? You're so kind and you've got beauty to die for... What is the problem?'' You ask, taking the glass of wine in your hand and drinking from it. ''I struggle with self-love so... I self-sabotage before I can even really give myself to the person I'm dating. So I always cut it off early... I don't think I deserve love so I won't let myself have it.''

It was silent for a moment, and then Seonghwa realized what he just said. Panic showed in his eyes and he nearly suffocated in the wine he just sipped. ''No. No, wait, I'm trying to break the curse I put upon myself. I do not want to cut this off. That's not what I am planning on doing. Fuck,'' he cursed. ''It's okay... I understand, Seonghwa,'' you said, placing your hand on top of his. Some sort of electricity or spark ran through the two of you and he seemed to feel it too because his eyes softened for you.

You figured not everything is what it seems. Sometimes people seem happy and they seem to not have any issues but that's not true. Everyone has issues of their own, be it with family, friends, the world or themselves. This was a good lesson for you not to judge by someone's happy, bright cover, because this can be a cover-up of the sadness inside the other.

''What's not to love, Seonghwa? You're beautiful, and you're beautiful on the inside as well, you have been really making me feel better... You deserve to feel better too. Everyone deserves love, so you do too.'' Seonghwa struggled to hold in the tears welling up in his eyes. ''I just... Want to fix it. I want to fix myself. I want to be able to look at myself and think I'm worthy of love. That I deserve someone taking care of me.''

''Let me take care of you, then,'' you whispered. You looked into each others' eyes once again and before you knew it he leaned over the table and reached for your face. Cupping your cheek in his hand he passionately kissed you, a silent tear rolling from the outer corner of his eye. Your hands ran through his hair as you deepened the kiss, slowly standing up without breaking it off. You slowly got on the table, sitting on your knees as Seonghwa was still standing before you. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you moaned into his mouth when his hands roamed your ass, squeezing it slightly.

Seonghwa broke off the kiss and kissed your neck before lifting you off the table. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you kissed him again when he pushed you against the wall. He was stronger than you expected, but to be fair he had told you he's trying to work out more often to become stronger. Hard work clearly pays off.

You soon reached his bedroom and your dress was pushed up, his hair was disheveled, hands roaming over each others' bodies as you laid on top of him. Your lips plump and his hands cupping your breasts as you sat on his lap. You whimpered softly when he pulled the top of your dress and your bra down together. He sat up and grazed his lips against the soft skin of your bare breasts. Seonghwa's long tongue escaped his mouth and it swirled around your right nipple. He then slowly and gently bit down on the sensitive nub, making you whine his name and making your pussy throb.

''You are so beautiful, my Julie,'' he whispered. The look of him sucking on your tits right beneath you was astonishing and breathtaking at the same time. ''Seonghwa,'' you moaned, throwing your head back. His hand slipped under the skirt of your dress and into your delicate panties. He rubbed his fingers over your folds, wet and slick with arousal. Two of his fingers slid through your folds and halted when you hissed at the feeling of his fingertips brushing alongside your clit.

Seonghwa circled his fingers on your clit as he kept sucking and licking your breasts. ''Fuckin' goddess,'' he cursed as he heard you moan his name as he picked up the pace. ''Oh God,'' you moaned once more, ''I'm yours, Hwa, please make me yours, wanna feel you tonight, wanna feel you all night, please,'' you begged him, even though you know you wouldn't have to. He would give you whatever you wanted in a heartbeat. ''Of course my love, I got you, I'll make you feel so good and treat you so well, I've got you.''

His two fingers slid into your awaiting hole that sucked them right in. Immediately you clenched around him and he smirked as he kept latching onto your chest. ''Please,'' you moaned. ''What is it, precious?'' he asked as he moved his fingers deeper inside you. They were so long and he just needed the right instructions to hit the right spots hidden inside you.

You lifted the dress over your body and discarded the bra as well, showing your body as you slightly leaned back. ''Move faster, harder,'' you moaned. Seonghwa nodded and obeyed, thrusting his fingers into your cunt at a faster pace. The sounds of your squelching wetness were like fuel to his flame.

''Curl them a little, j-just slightly to- Oh!'' You cried out. Seonghwa listened carefully to your voice and bodylanguage and was quick to pick up on what you want. Even though he never had a real girlfriend he was surely skilled enough on this. Your breathing picked up and your chest heaved up and down as you felt your orgasm come closer. ''Gonna come on my fingers for me, aren't you? Go ahead, Julie, Baby, Come for me, give it to me, my fuckin' angel,'' he cursed underneath his breath.

With a single thrust you felt yourself coming undone, a shock waving through you. Your arousal gushed out of you and leaked all over Seonghwa's hands and lap. Your body shook and shivered as Seonghwa rode you through your orgasm. You slowly calmed down and looked at the mess you made of him, but Seonghwa didn't mind. A big smirk was plastered on his face.

You got off him and gave him the time to undress fully. He was a bit shy about taking his underwear off at first but when you reassured him he'd be fine he pulled it down, showing off his rigid cock. Your mouth watered and you told him to sit on the edge of the bed. You got on your knees in front of him and you parted his legs. You licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, where you swirled your tongue around it, gathering some of the pre-cum that was leaking from it.

You took more into your mouth and started to bob your head up and down, but so teasingly slow that Seonghwa felt he would go insane at any given moment now. ''Please,'' he whined softly, bucking his hips up slightly. You opened your mouth wider for him and you encouraged him to buck his hips up again. Nervously he did so, hitting the back of your throat. When you didn't pull away he did it again and again, until he was fucking your throat, hearing you moaning and choking around his dick. ''H-Holy fuck, Jules... Oh my God,'' he moaned as he got rougher with it. His hands ran through his hair and his head was thrown back, which was truly a sight to behold. Sadly he stopped himself before he could cum.

Seonghwa guided you back onto the bed and laid you down. ''Was that okay?'' he asked inbetween neck-kisses. ''Yes, very much,'' you assured him, before you let him continue. ''Wanna be inside you so bad, Julie,'' he moaned as his cock rutted against your thigh. ''Then put it in, fuck me, Hwa,'' you spoke. Your eyes locked again and you nodded, spreading your legs for him and giving him a perfect view of your soaking cunt. ''Raw? I have condoms though.'' You shook your head and wrapped your hand around his cock to slowly guide it into your hole. You whimpered when he pushed it in, the stretch stinging you.

He slowly rocked into you, slowly pulling out and pushing in again. When he picked up the pace your eyes rolled back and moans spilled out. ''S-Seonghwa, fuck, please, fuck me harder, fuck me harder,'' you cried out. Make me forget, you almost said.

His thrusts never faltered or got weak, they stayed steady until you told him you were getting close. He had embraced you, holding you so tight and he grinded into you so deeply it caused friction on your clit. You felt yourself tense up and then release with a loud moan. Seonghwa was quick to pull out and he came over your pelvis. He panted softly before licking his own cum off your body. ''Hwa,'' you called out softly. He laid next to you and held you close. Your eyes went shut when you laid your head on his chest, taking deep breaths. It had been so long since you gave yourself to someone like this. But he was worth it, wasn't he?

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It's been about two weeks since you and Seonghwa have been sleeping together and there hasn't been a day you haven't had sex with him yet. Every single day you showed up at his door again and it would be only a matter of time before you're back in his bed, riding his cock until you couldn't anymore.

Honestly, you were afraid to talk to him. Because if you started talking it'd mean talking about how your father abandoned his family to start a new one and it'd also mean talking about your alcoholic mother failing her rehab. When you joked about it to your friends they looked rather worried than amused. ''Julie, babe, this isn't a very good sign. You haven't told him any personal stuff? Anything?'' Mona asks. ''Well... No. He'd find out I'm fucked up. We're doing fine right now.''

Mimi sighed. ''Julie, one day that will explode. You can't just keep on having sex 24/7 and leave it at that. That's not a relationship. Plus, he told you about something he struggled with, right? Why can't you talk to him about stuff? Believe me, if you bottle stuff up too long you'll burst, I've been there.''

You sighed and finished your cup of coffee. ''I just don't know how to talk and not lose someone.'' ''Well, you will not lose us over it, why don't you share your story with us? We can all share our stories, right?'' Priya said, to which all the girls agreed. Here goes nothing then.

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Talking to the girls had helped you more than you thought it would. ''Duh,'' Lola had said to you, who had been telling you to open up more since forever. She suggested you take him on a date and have a calm and relaxed conversation with him.

So now you were walking hand in hand with Seonghwa as you made your way to the beach. Seonghwa's hand slightly squeezed yours a little more as he stepped foot into the sand, but you did not think much of it. You laid down a big blanket and sat down on it. It was very quiet at the beach, which was usually strange for a July evening, but there was a festival going on in town so that's where everyone was now. You and Seonghwa both did not really care for it though, so you could have your date without being bothered.

Seonghwa shifted a lot while he was sitting down, trying to find a comfortable spot. ''Have you been well? Did you eat?'' you smiled. ''Yeah,'' he answered. You were taken aback by his short answer, but decided you should not think much of it. You pulled two bottles of soda and a bag of chips out of your bag and put them on the blanket so he could start on those anytime he wanted to. But he wasn't truly here, somehow. He wasn't present, he just stared into the sea. Your heart sank a little, thinking he must be disappointed you're not giving him sex right now, or maybe he's bored of you? You shook your head and just put on some soft music to relax yourself.

You tried to talk to him but Seonghwa didn't say much, even when he was telling you a story he was far less enthusiastic or detailed as he usually is. It must be you. He must be tired of you by now, or he doesn't like the date. What are you doing wrong? You hated it but tears welled in your eyes and when Seonghwa noticed his expression softened. ''Julie..? Hey... Why are you... Don't cry, please,'' he whispered as he wiped a tear from your cheek. It didn't help because the tears kept on pouring.

''What am I doing wrong?'' you sniffled. ''What? You are not doing anything wrong, darling, why would you think that?'' You looked at him and frowned. ''Why would I think that? Well maybe because you've been acting like you're annoyed, irritated and unbothered the entire night. Cutting me off, short responses, awkward bodylanguage. If I'm being annoying or I'm doing something bad please just tell me because I can't deal with you acting like-''

''I'm sorry.''

You shut up and looked him in the eyes as tears continued to fall down your cheek. ''It's not you, darling, it's me. And it is this place.'' This place? ''I thought I'd show you a place I love. I... I really love the sea and the beach because it's the only place my family had true happiness. It's where I feel calm and... Where I can be me...'' you spoke softly.

''I appreciate that... you wanted to show me a part of you. But this place is the scenery of the darkest day in my life.'' ''You're not gonna tell me your dog drowned here, right?'' you said, throwing in a little dark humor, but it wasn't the right time because Seonghwa looked you dead in the eye.

''No,'' he spoke, while looking back at the sea, ''It's my sister.''

[missvelvetsstuff]

The Wrong One

Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: reader meets Steve while he's on the run and sticks with him through everything. Until he sees Peggy Carter again.

8. The Storm pt 1

Warnings: swearing, angst, pregnancy stuff, lite smut- fingering and dirty talk

When Y/N officially entered her 7th month she was exhausted and had a hard time finding clothes she can afford that fit comfortably. Even when she found pants that fit around her belly, they were too short and tall sizes were too expensive.

After grumbling about it to Pepper Y/N had to get off of the phone and find something to eat.

She realized how spoiled Bucky had her when prep time was a primary factor in deciding what to eat. She sighed and grabbed a yogurt. The baby, her little girl, was so big that she couldn't eat much food at one sitting.

The doorbell rang, she checked the app on her phone for the doorbell camera and saw it was a delivery. She opened the door and the delivery men wheeled a full rack of clothes, dresses and blouses, plus 2 large boxes with the name of a high end maternity boutique that specialized in tall sizes.

She shook her head, only one person could have done this. She picked up her phone when it picked up "Pepper. What did you do?"

Pepper laughed "Since you're calling me I'm pretty sure you know what I did. You need clothes that fit and are comfortable. Plus, I can afford it and I want to help."

Y/N felt her throat tighten "You didn't need to. I mean, thank you but it's really too much. I'll probably have this kid before I get a chance to wear most of it."

"Advice to a first time mom. Hold on to the clothes, it'll take a bit for your belly to go down after she's born and maternity clothes are more comfortable. At least they were for me."

Y/N felt tears welling up in her eyes, thanked Pepper again then quickly hung up before she started bawling.

While she was going through the clothes her doorbell rang again but this time it was expected because Bucky had just returned from Europe, helping Sam deal with the Flag Smashers, and was bringing her lunch.

She tried to hug him but had to settle on a sideways half hug and a kiss on the cheek, because her belly was always in the way.

Bucky laughed when he felt the baby kicking against his hand "There's my little girl." He leaned down to her bump "You bein a good girl for mama? Letting her sleep?"

Y/N laughed "No she doesn't. She likes to practice her kick boxing on my bladder but only late at night. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever get a good nights sleep again."

He took her hand "Don't worry doll. Won't be long before you have that little one in your arms."

She felt a spark at his touch and inhaled sharply, these hormones were making her crazy- happy, sad, horny. But she was scared, after Steve she didn't know how to trust someone again. Bucky had been such a good friend, she didn't know how She would have made it through all this without him. She didn't think he returned her feelings, besides being his friend's ex She had a baby coming. She was sure Bucky wouldn't want that kind of responsibility right now.

She shook it off and turned to set the table.

Bucky did feel it but didn't want to pressure her or add more drama for her to deal with.

They sat down to eat before he commented "So is this like one of those pop up deals?" Gesturing at the living room where almost every surface had clothing laid out over it.

She giggled "No, I was complaining to Pepper about the difficulty finding maternity clothes for tall sizes and a couple of hours later this showed up at my door. I was just going through it all and tried on a couple of things."

She shrugged "there are even a couple of cocktail dresses in there that I doubt I'll ever need, my life is nowhere near as exciting or glamorous as Peppers."

Bucky looked at her confused "Didn't Pepper tell you? I was going to see if you wanted to go with me."

"Go with you to what?"

Bucky tensed "There's a fundraising gala for a veterans charity that Sam and I started, this weekend. I don't like going to events with crowds but veterans were neglected before the Blip. Now with countries trying to deal with all the people that came back, veterans are worse off. I figure if I can help I should. Pepper is involved as well and we thought you might want to come."

He smiled at her.

She shook her head "I don't know Bucky, I'm really nervous about going out ever since Steve disappeared."

"I know doll but you can't let him control you. Sam will be there and I, I mean, we, we wouldn't let anything happen to you. There are expected to be a lot of big names so security will be tight.

I'll always take care of my best girls."

She felt her face heat up, just like every other time he used his little endearments. She wasn't even sure he realized he was doing it.

"I don't know, that kind of stress isn't good for the baby."

Bucky pulled her close "I know you're scared doll, I'm just worried about you, you've become kind of a hermit. I promise I won't leave your side all night." He kissed her forehead "Why don't you try on one of those fancy dresses, maybe seeing yourself in it will inspire."

She groaned "I'll look like a huge pregnant woman with a fancy bolt of fabric draped over me." She pulled one of the dresses off the rack "I mean really, look at this thing" held the dress up for him to look at.

Bucky shrugged "Hard to tell anything until you put it on."

She shook her head "I'm not modeling for you right now but I guess I'll go to your dumb party. I'm not staying all night, just a couple of hours and if Steve shows up I'm out."

Bucky sighed "It'll be fun, trust me."

"Ok, I said I would go."

Bucky was quiet for awhile but couldn't help himself "How are you feeling? Are you having those higgs boson contractions?"

She laughed "It's Braxton hicks contractions. Higgs boson is the God particle, silly."

Bucky blushed "Hey, I was close. Anyhow are you? Having them I mean."

She smiled at him "Yes, a lot. Helen said they would be picking up. She also told me what is normal and what I need to get to the hospital for. I'm fine right now. Except for this little girl beating me up from the inside out."

Bucky looked at her hopefully "Is she moving now? Can I feel?"

She nodded and released a tiny moan when Bucky started rubbing her belly. She felt his touch deep inside her and tried to keep control. She was so damn horny all the time and her toys weren't helping.

Bucky heard that little moan and tensed a bit. He could smell her arousal and couldn't think of much else besides finding out if she tasted as good as she smelled.

His hand rubbed lower until he was massaging the bottom of her belly and her hips bucked up a little.

He looked in her eyes "Are you ok? Is this too much? Please tell me how to make you feel better."

She relaxed into the couch and let her legs fall open "Please Bucky. I'm going crazy." She gasped as his hand moved lower, past the band of her pants, the skin on skin causing goose bumps and chills.

She could feel her panties soaking and whined "Need you Buck!"

Bucky groaned "I want you too baby but are you sure? I don't want you to regret-"

She shook her head "No, no regret. Please touch me."

Bucky moved his hand down until he felt her slit, swollen, wet and leaking. He groaned "Fuck doll, so wet."

He slid one finger inside her and she moaned "Oh god, Bucky!"

His thumb made small circles on her clit as he added a second finger to slowly pump in and out of her drenched pussy. He felt her clenching his fingers and heard the squelch as he touched her.

Y/N stiffened up and felt everything explode as she drenched Bucky's hand. When he felt her squirt, Bucky came in his pants like a teenager.

He held her as she came down and moaned while he sucked her slick off of his fingers "Jesus you taste good. Are you alright doll? Was that ok? I didn't want to overstep but you seemed to need it."

She looked at him, still a little dazed "That was you know just wow." Then looked down "Does this mean..."

He kissed her softly "It means I want you." He whispered "It means I love you and want to be with you but I don't want to push you. I just wanted to make you feel good."

She smiled "Mission accomplished. But what about you?"

Bucky blushed "I'm fine doll."

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The day of the gala Pepper took Y/N to have her hair and nails done after a pregnancy massage. They chatted and drank sparkling cider like they had been friends forever. When it was time to go they went in a limo to meet Bucky at the Tower.

Bucky paced at the entrance, waiting for Y/N to arrive. He had always had a crush on her but Steve was there so he tried to push the feelings down. When Steve told him he was leaving to go back to Peggy, Bucky didn't understand how he could just leave Y/N behind. He had hoped to be there for her and missed her when she disappeared.

The day they ran into each other at the ice cream parlor he had been so happy to see her again, even though her pregnancy was a shock, and promised both of them he would be there for her. He knew she deserved better than him but wanted to be the one to take care of her.

Bucky stopped short when he saw Pepper step out of a stretch SUV. He strode over to greet her with a quick hug then turned to the car to see Y/N looking at him thoughtfully. He reached his hand out to help her.

She took his hand and stood slowly. Bucky watched, breathless as she stood, almost as tall as him "beautiful" he whispered.

Y/N looked like a vision to him.

She was wearing a chiffon, off the shoulder, a line, powder blue dress that gave her bump space and highlighted her pregnancy breasts. Light make-up and soft, casual hair, flat sandals.

Bucky was practically drooling and couldn't find words as he stared at her.

Y/N squeezed his hand "Bucky? You ok?"

Bucky was pulled from some totally inappropriate fantasy involving her perfectly displayed breasts and quickly looked up at her eyes, blushing.

"Sorry doll, you're just, you are a uh damn" he trailed off then shook his head. "You look beautiful." He offered his arm with a twinkle in his eye "Alright m'lady, let's have some fun."

Y/N took his arm and they went inside. She looked around like a tourist at the beautiful decorations, the famous people and their designer clothes. Rhodey came to greet them and they chatted for a bit with him and Sam.

They were approached by Nick Fury who surprised Y/N because he knew exactly who she was.

After an hour with no incidents Y/N started to relax and enjoy herself a little. She met a couple of her favorite actors and did a little fangirling over her favorite singer, someone she never thought she would get to meet.

She was touched by how Bucky interacted with the older veterans, more relaxed than when he spoke to the important donors that he had to get along with.

They had just sat down at their table when a woman stepped up to the microphone on the stage and the band stilled.

She went into a big thank you to all the attendees and donors who helped the veterans fund. She went on for a bit and Y/N zoned out, holding Bucky's hand and sipping on her juice until she heard "and especially thanks to our very special guest, the first Captain America Steve Rogers!!"

Y/N looked up and saw Steve on the stage. Young again and wearing a well fitted tuxedo. Then she looked to Bucky who was squeezing her hand.

He looked at her, concerned "Are you alright doll? We can leave whenever you want. Don't worry, I won't let him hurt you anymore."

They got up to leave before Steve left the stage but the crowd was difficult to get thru and before they made it to the door, he was suddenly in front of them with a nasty grin

"Well look what we have here, the whore and the bastard who stole her. You kids can't leave yet, we have a lot to talk about."

Chapter 9

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Ten: Köing + Home Alone

Your Christmas party was an absolute hit. Dinner had gone to plan, and if that wasn't enough, you had even gotten to the white elephant this year before you managed to get your friends all sitting down and comfy on your oversized couch to watch a few movies before everyone had to leave and go back home.

The dinner you had prepped the night before had been rudely interrupted when Köing had decided he was tired of watching you cook over the hot stove, and he wrapped his large arms around your frame, dragging you far away from the kitchen. Far away and into your bed. Your legs tangled that night, and when you woke up, you realized how much work still needed to be done. Your collective friends had offered to bring drinks and food, to which you had agreed. Thankful that a few things would be already taken care of.

Köing wasn't afraid to show off that you were his. Regardless that all of your friends already had partners, he was at your side when the doorbell rang. A large hand cupped around your hip as you stood there with a smile on your face. Funny enough, almost all of Köing's coworkers had ended up with your friends. McTavish, Riley, and Price had all been invited to your Christmas get-together.

After dinner, everyone was fat on ham, turkey, and sugary sweetness. Your girlfriends all dragged their boyfriends to the living room. "I've got some wine if you girls want any." All their eyes lit up.

"Schatz, you can sit down and take a break," Köing said as he walked into the kitchen behind you. "I know. We have guests though, and I'd like to be a good host." You said, grabbing four glasses of wine. "Come on now." Köing tried. You just shook your head. Already tired, you could see the mountain of dishes in your sink.

You set the wine bottle on the coffee table and give your girlfriends their glasses. You nudge Köing and give him a look. "Oh, um… do you guys want a beer?" Köing offers to his co-workers. He's gone for not that long with four beers in hand. You're already stuffed under the blanket. Köing stuffs himself next to you.

3 movies and a whole bottle of wine later. Your girlfriends are all asleep clinging to their boyfriends. You grab the remote to choose another movie or shut the TV off. Price is the first to speak. "I best get her back home." I nod. "Let me just make a to-go container with food." Price tries to deny your gift but is interrupted by Köing. "She'll just keep pushin'." He says, Price nods.

This process repeats itself two more times. You shuffle off to the kitchen, trying to get rid of most of the food since you know that Köing and you won't be able to finish it all yourself.

You finally manage to settle when all your guests have left with a large Tupperware container in their hands. Köing pulls you over to the couch, but when you try to get up, he pulls you back down. "Baby, I need to do the dishes." He just hums at your words. He's agreeing, but he's not really paying attention.

He likes how you feel against him, how warm you are, how he can feel your heartbeat against his chest. How your breathing slows the longer the two of you lay there. After a few moments, you try once more. "Schatz, I'll do the dishes later on, or tomorrow." You giggle at his words. "What, you think I won't?" He asks with a grin as he combs through your hair with his fingers.

" I just know that it's bullshit." Köing gasps, faking being wounded by your words. "Come here." He demands, pushing you up further on his large frame. At this point, you are straddling his hips. You lay your head into the crook of his shoulder and neck.

"Give me a kiss, would ya?" Köing asks, his voice husky as it sends shivers down your spine. Tired or not, you'll always kiss him when he asks. You shake your head, being a bit of a brat just for kicks.

"Come on, Schatz, kiss your man since we are home alone now." You roll your eyes, "Like you care when people are around." You say before grabbing the side of his face and dragging him close to your lips. "You're right. I don't care. Now stop being a brat, and let me kiss you." Köing mutters as you get closer and closer to his lips.

He grows impatient at your slow pace and pulls you in the other way. Your lips are meant for each other, melded together the second they touch, as the more your lips are together, the more you sink into his warmth. Your breath hitches in your throat as you try to keep yourself together. In one fluid movement, Köing is lifting both of you up and off the couch. "Köing!" You shirked.

Completed on: 11/21/23

Posted on: 12/10/23

Call Of Duty Tags-

Call Of Duty Master List // Christmas Stories Master List

[itsawhumpsideblog]

The Safehouse, pt. 2

CW: for institutionalized slavery, mentions of abuse, treatment of people as things

Advice from the Box Boy Liberation Movement:

"It can be difficult to know how to welcome rescuees into your home for the first time, so begin by considering the hierarchy of needs. Most rescuees will be undernourished, exhausted, and in need of a wash. Be gentle with them. As far as is possible, respect their autonomy and preferences, if they are able to express them."

Tim was the first one awake the next day and he was glad of it. Although he didn't know what time their new charges would arrive, it was unlikely to be before 9 o'clock and the early hour gave him the chance to make coffee and sit quietly in the recliner and gather his wits about him. He rocked back and forth, slowly, gently, and wondered how the next morning would be, with five of them present.

Very different, he was sure.

It was nearly an hour before the silence was broken and Angie came down the stairs to start her day. Tim blushed slightly as he realized that he was still in his bathrobe, while she had showered and dressed.

"I should-" he started, putting his coffee down and shifting to stand, but she shook her head and waved a hand in friendly dismissal.

"Don't worry about it. I mean, I don't care and we're supposed to do things normally- like in a normal home. As much as possible, anyway."

"That's true." Tim smiled nervously and sat back. He watched out the back window at the birds sitting around the bird feeder, feathers fluffy in the cold, and went over some of the things their contacts had told them during training.

You will have to give them explicit instructions. Ask them if they are able to speak and tell them they are allowed to do so. Monitor their meals to be sure they are eating. Watch them closely, because they won't tell you if something is wrong, but also don't hover or crowd them. Don't take it personally when they're afraid of you. Never speak angrily or raise your voice in front of them.

There had been so much. Tim hoped he would remember it all and that he would be able to do the right thing when the time came. Above all, he did not want to fail his charges.

You will get a lot of things wrong without meaning to, their trainer had said, because rescuees are traumatized and conditioned not to trust you. Don't give up.

When the coffee was gone, Tim went upstairs to get ready for the day and then back down to the couch. He and Angie had breakfast and put something on TV, but neither of them paid attention. They sat quietly, pretending to watch the show, until, shortly before lunch, the doorbell finally rang.

Tim met Angie at the door as she flew down the stairs and they exchanged a look that was apprehension and excitement all at once. Tim remembered to take a breath and Angie to smooth her hair down, as if they were what they appeared to be, an ordinary couple who had bought and paid for human beings. Just the perception of it made Tim want to be sick, or punch something, but the ends, he felt sure, justified the means and he could play the part just long enough for the delivery to be completed.

"Where do you want 'em?" asked the man who stood at the door with a large crate on some kind of hand trolley. A white van idled at the foot of the driveway and Angie wondered how many people were inside it.

"Here in the foyer is fine," she said, when she remembered that a question had been asked. The man tipped the first crate off the trolley before he returned to the van to retrieve what looked like another large dog crate.

"Gotta take these back with me," he said. "WRU can't afford to give them away, but we do sell them in our online store."

"Thank you for letting us know," Tim said, without making any promises.

"I thought there were supposed to be three?" Angie asked, peering out the door at the van.

"I only have two for this address," the man said. "You'll have to call the WRU, ask what happened to the rest of the order." Tim looked over at Angie, who shrugged and nodded. It would probably be best to look like they were no more concerned than any other "customer" would be.

"Alright, well," the man went on, "They're yours now. Remember, you asked for used so there's no returns and you get what you get." The man looked bored, like someone who wanted to finish his deliveries and go out for a drink.

Tim tried to keep his hands from shaking as he opened the first crate. Angie unhooked the other and they swung the doors open and stepped back, leaving enough room for the crates' occupants to exit.

"Well, I'll just go, then," the delivery driver was saying as he piled the crates back on to the trolley, but Angie and Tim barely heard him and did little more than wave as he left. He had been expecting a tip.

Inside the house, Tim found himself staring, a little more shyly than he would have liked, at the two young men kneeling in his front hall. They must be about his own age, he realized, and was unsure what to do with the thought.

Fortunately, Angie was there and didn't seem nervous at all. If anything, she was excited. "Welcome to our home," she said in a gentle voice, but Tim could hear the adrenaline behind it. "We're very glad to have you all here."

"Thank you, mistress," one of them murmured. Angie looked at Tim, who nodded reassuringly. This was what they had been told to expect.

"You can call me Angie," she said. "And this is Tim."

Tim smiled shyly and waved a hand in greeting. He studied their first rescuees as Angie continued talking.

"Do you have a name?" she asked the boy on the right, the one who had spoken.

"This pet was called Francis, previously," he said. "But you may name him anything you like."

"Would you like to go on being called Francis?" she asked.

"You may name this pet anything you like," he repeated and she nodded, although he couldn't see it. Francis' posture was graceful and tightly composed, which almost disguised the fact that he was shivering slightly; he was kneeling with his hands placed delicately on his thighs and his elbows tucked in. His head tilted just slightly downwards so that he was looking somewhere around Angie's feet. He had curly brown hair that would need a wash and Tim wondered what color his eyes were.

"How about you?" Angie had moved on to speak to the other boy, crouching down so that she wasn't looming over him.

He did not reply, but looked shyly up at her and glanced at Tim, too, nearly meeting their eyes. His expression held an anxious question, but he did not open his mouth.

"Can you speak?" Tim asked, as carefully as he could. "That is- are you able..."

The boy looked very nervous and dropped his eyes to the floor as he shook his head, a small movement that Tim nearly missed.

"That's all right," Tim assured him. "We don't mind. Angie, did we get any papers? Those might have a name on them."

She looked around the entryway as though papers might have fallen out and gone unnoticed, but there was nothing. "No matter, though," she said to the boy. "We'll come up with a good name for you."

He raised his head again and his eyes were shining, with something approaching a smile on his face. Angie returned the look, warmly. In truth, Tim found this boy a little difficult to look at. Francis was in need of a wash but had no outward signs of injury, whereas this boy had clearly been though something terrible. His hair would probably be some sort of blond when it was clean and his eyes were blue; his fair skin was marked with bruises and one eye was badly swollen. Worst, he held his hands folded across his body and Tim could see that they had been terribly injured. Still, he was watching Tim and Angie with a kind of expectant hopefulness that made Tim want to cry.

There was no time for that, however. Both boys were both too thin by far and Tim itched to start lunch and feed them adequately. Angie evidently had the same impulse, because she straightened up and said, "Who's hungry? I think it's time to go explore the kitchen and see what we can find."

Next time: The house has lunch together and the rescuees begin to form first impressions.

Master Post

[marcelllyn]

Getting to know the family

Summary: Sam meeting his family and a special surprise at the end of the day.

This is far from a well-written and well-reviewed story, but I was watching Gilmore Girls a while ago and my passion for Sam came back to the surface. I promise to bring you better stories as soon as I have some good ideas. (See the end of the work for more notes.)

Warnings: Very light mention of sex, no review.

English is not my first language

— Sam, come on, it's just a silly lunch, it's no big deal. — I ran the comb through her silky hair gently.

— Honey, it's lunch with your family, it's a very important thing.

I hummed as I combed my hair. Sam was so tall that I practically had to stand up to comb his hair, even though he was sitting up in bed.

— There's no need to worry, after all, we're not officially married. — I ran the comb hard. — Since a certain someone is stalling to find a date.

THERE! — He turned around with a smile on his face. — I'm trying to find the perfect date — his big hands moved to my hips.

I rolled my eyes. Any date was perfect for me, what really mattered was getting married to Sam. Our marriage wasn't going to be conventional anyway, since I chose to marry a hunter.

His lips lightly touched mine. My body shuddered at the touch.

— I'll only promise to do whatever I want later. — Sam ran his hand through my curls. — Is your little brother going to be there?

— Yes, he will. And if you only knew, Aaron is excited to see you. — I squeezed his cheeks.

— You are terrible and manipulative. — He rolled his eyes with a sideways smile. —But to make up for it, it's very beautiful.

I am? — I blinked my eyelashes repeatedly.

And yes. Very beautiful. The most beautiful woman in the whole world.

He held my face with both hands and kissed me passionately. Sam's kisses were like an idea of heaven, I loved it when he did that. When one of his hands went down to my shirt to try to take it off, I pulled away.

— Vow of chastity. Until the wedding — I frowned.

— But I didn't do anything, nor did I want to have sex with you anyway. — He crossed his arms.

— That's good, because you're not going to do it anyway. — I kissed your cheek. - What are you going to do now? Meet Dean?

It is surprise. — He laid me on the bed. — I'll be present at lunch, don't worry.

— Don't forget to pick out your suit, please, and make Dean wear one. — I put my arms around his neck. — And my bouquet. And the sweets. Don't forget to order the strawberry cake either.

A nasal laugh left him with a short kiss before he stood up.

— I'll try not to forget. I won't be back late, I promise. — He took his coat.

As soon as he left. Like a teenager reading a romance novel, I rolled around on the bed, dangling my feet, that man was a dream, my life felt like a dream.

I rang the doorbell with a smile on my face. Dean had driven us to my parents' house and was waiting for us in the car. According to him, “Seeing my brother nervous to meet his wife’s parents is going to be hilarious.”

Sam was restless, looking at the sweet entrance of the house, light blue wooden door, many potted plants that my grandmother takes care of.

— It's going to be fine. — I whispered. — If you behave, you get a massage tonight.

I squeezed his muscular arm. Sam was so tall that I had to lift my head to get a better look at him, my mere 1.59 height didn't help me much. The door opened, my grandmother, a little lady with a sweet smile and black hair that she touches up every month so as not to show her gray hair.

— My granddaughter! — His arms wrapped around me tightly. — It's the same size as the last time I saw it. — She released me and looked at Sam with a smile. —And who is this giant?

— This is Sam, my fiancé. — I pulled him by the arm. — Sam, this is my grandmother Clarice.

— It’s a pleasure, Clarice. — They shook hands.

— The pleasure is all mine, come on in.

I let Sam go in first, my grandmother winked as soon as he entered. I walked into the house I grew up in, the same wallpaper, the same gray carpet. My three aunts sitting on the light blue couch, Aaron playing with our cousins. The memory of Aaron “sick” in the hospital, no doctor knew what he had, we thought it was some disease that the children were catching at school, after all, it wasn’t just my brother who was sick, other children were sick too.

Until two men, Sam and Dean, questioned me at the hospital claiming to be doctors, asked to see my brother, I peeked through the door, and they did something that aroused my curiosity. A shadow came out of Aaron's mouth and then he was jumping and playing like a six year old. I have always been extremely grateful to Dean and Sam for saving the lives of not only my brother but also other children, I felt extremely curious about this subject, Sam taught me a little about it, but after my first and last hunt, I was banned from hunting.

— Guys, this is Sam! — I hugged his arm. — Sam, these are my aunts, Lilian, Adelaide and Tracy.

He waved shyly.

— Your father is looking forward to meeting you. — Aunt Tracy said.

— I'll introduce you to him and then I'll bring him back so you can fill him with your wonderful stories. — I held his hand to guide him to the kitchen.

— Your aunts are very similar. — He whispered.

— They're triplets. — I kissed your hand. — My father will love you and so will my mother. In fact, she will say embarrassing things, like: about my first period or the time I ran down the street naked. — I went into the kitchen.

My father, a little shorter than Sam, a bearded man, a stereotypical lumberjack, even if he is a sweet person, incapable of hurting any kind of living being. I served wine for my uncles, my mother provided food for the three cats in the house.

Father mother. This is Sam, my fiancé.

Sam shook hands with my parents, my uncles, who were much more jealous than my father, judged him from top to bottom.

— Sam, this is my mother Zoe and my father Jonas. — I hugged my mother and greeted my father with a kiss on the cheek. — My uncles, Zack, James and Peter.

— It's a pleasure to meet you all, your daughter is a great b--woman. — He stuttered when he looked at my uncles. — I see who she inherited her beauty from.

—All mine, I imagine. — My father scoffed. — So, you're the reason my beautiful daughter dropped out of university?

— Dad, don't try to intimidate him, he's taller than you. — I joked. — And I was going to leave college anyway. — I took two glasses from the cupboard.

I noticed how uncomfortable Sam was, I knew he had some good women in his life, but I could count on one hand how many he met with his parents.

My mother, who was a little shorter than me — apparently, the taste for tall people was something genetic. — He pulled out a bench so he could stop standing distractedly.

I poured some wine into the glass and offered it to my beloved fiancé.

— I'm going to talk to my brother. — I glared at my uncles. — No torturing the love of my life! — I threatened.

I walked towards Aaron and hugged him from behind, covering his eyes.

Guess who is? — I asked.

Santa Claus?

I took my hand away from his eyes.

— It's not even December. — I rolled my eyes. — Drawing?

— You and Sam. Did you like it?

A drawing full of color, on a lawn. Sam was very tall and I looked like an animal next to him. Because of the flowered arch and me being dressed in white, I smiled like a fool.

— Am I getting married? — my eyes filled with tears.

— Yes, it looks prettier in my head and these ones. — He pointed to his children at the very end of the page, they are me and my future niece.

I widened my eyes. And said:

— You're already thinking about my children. — I joked. — Let's go see Uncle Sammy, I'm sure I heard him crying for help.

In the kitchen, I witnessed a cute scene, my mother braiding his hair, while he laughed with my uncles.

— I was telling him about the day you ran out naked, desperate to say goodbye to your father in time. — My mother's sweet voice filled me with longing.

— I knew you wouldn't hold your big mouth. — I showed my tongue. — Sam, Aaron drew something for us.

My little brother hugged Sam tightly. There was only one person Aaron loved more than me and Sam, Dean. I was grateful that he wasn't there at that moment teaching me about things my mother hated. Sammy looked closely at the drawing, and after hearing about our future daughter, he let out a nasal laugh.

— What if it's a boy?

— It'll be a girl, the first, I think.

The first? — He joked. — Are we going to have more than one?

—Nothing like that! My daughter will be too young to have kids or anything that involves making babies. — My father argued.

My cheeks burned. Even though I was still a virgin, that didn't make the situation any less shameful. A thin line hovered over Sam's lips, I hoped he wouldn't let out one of those loud laughs that would cause more discomfort to me.

— Baby, Aaron is in the kitchen. — My mother commented, pinching my father's arm.

Aaron laughed and left the room. My eyes widened at his knowing laugh, as if he knew what my father was saying.

— I hope that every time you kiss my daughter you look at her nose and remember me. — He mocked.

Father! — I screamed. — Sir, before this matter gets worse, I will take you to my aunts.

— Your mother cooks very well. — Sam said while driving. — Dean, you would love Mrs. Zoe's cooking.

— Zoe? Is that the name of old people?

— Dean! — I looked at the backseat with furrowed eyebrows. — Look at the respect.

Sorry. — He touched the tip of my nose. — At least I got a piece of pie and a boy sleeping on my lap.

Aaron had gone with us to spend the night and return home in the morning.

— Did you like my aunts? — I asked Sam.

— They like to talk a lot. — He smiled. — But I enjoyed hearing the shameful stories about you.

We arrived in front of my house, I got out of the car and closed the door carefully so as not to get my ear tugged. None of the boys had gotten out of the car.

— It will take a long time. — I leaned out the window.

— Dean and I are going to buy some things, we'll be back soon. — Sam blew me a kiss. — Aaron is in great hands.

— No delay. And Dean doesn't talk dirty around my brother.

Sam started the car and left. I walked into the house, after an afternoon with a full house, your house seems so empty.

I turned on the light.

Surprise! — Two of mine shouted in unison.

I jumped in fright before I started to notice them dressed in green, and my bouquet on the central table. The arm balloons thrown across the floor.

— What are you… My God! — my heart jumped when I saw them.

Rute and Pietra were my best childhood friends, compared to how much I saw them at college, after I left I barely saw them, just for long calls and coffee every two months. They knew Sam as soon as I started seeing him.

— Come on, we have like an hour to get you ready. — Ruth pulled me by the arm to my room.

On the bed, my dream dress was placed carefully next to my short veil.

— I can't believe Sam didn't tell me it was our wedding today.

—He warned us a week before. — Pietra exclaimed. — Sam is great at keeping secrets, and it was Dean who organized all the balloons, the dress. But it was all Sam's idea.

My eyes watered. Lord, how I loved that man.

— No time to cry. Go to the bath now. — They both shooed me out of the room straight into the bathtub with rose petals. — I know it's a beautiful and fragrant bathtub, but I can't stay in it for long.

The two left me alone, I cleaned myself up as quickly as possible, washed my hair, put on everything that could make me smell better. I wanted to kill him for not warning me, but it all seemed so loving on his part, as if he was in a hurry to get married.

For Mother's Day, I was thinking of something cute and curious about Dean or Sam being first-time parents, focusing on being a mother, of course, after all, it's not Father's Day. Anyway, I think you understand. E para os que leem em português desse site, o que acham da ideia de postar a mesma história, só que uma em português e outra em inglês? I hope you enjoyed.

(In fact, my profile on Ao3 is Marcelyyn_Marq, basically I still post the same things as here. )

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔹𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ not a request

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Happy Birthday to my favorite ever artist!!

Almost forgot to post it oops

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

Affiliation with @virtualbookstore

Ena was actually often tired... you could see she sacrificed some of her sleep just to go on a date with you every now and then... since she had night classes, she had to sleep during the day, and when you both had a date during the afternoon, the coffee was usually the only thing holding her up...

So! When the end of April came, you decided it's perfect time to do something for Ena instead! This time, you asked her for a birthday date after 16:00/4pm, so she could get some good sleep and so you also can have some time to prepare everything!

Your idea was simple, in the past weeks you noticed how she took a like of some looks of the cakes... and what better gift than mix that style wirus a cheesecake?

Luckily, it wasn't something that could not go well! Just few strawberries in shape of butterflies, flowers and... well this might actually be hard to make... but you were still determined to do that since it was your girlfriend's birthday after all!!

So you got up at the time your girlfriend most likely fell asleep and vegan your work! You had the basics done, so now you only had the hardest part left... those damn strawberries and icing for the cheesecake! And you know she went to sleep because she texted you goodnight message!

Using all the time you had, you made sure to make it the best cheesecake you could! Luckily, you bought way too much strawberries so you'll most likely be sick of them by tomorrow but at least you made some pretty looking flowers and even few simpler butterflies! You made sure it'll sit on the cheesecake no matter what, using icing to some use. And after you were done with that, you just took your packaging out, finally putting your pastry there. But~ of course packaging was also nicely decorated! It's Ena we're talking about here after all! Of course aesthetic packaging was needed for her gift!

As reward for all the hard work you did, you decided to finally lay back and take a sweet little nap~ You woke up rather early and you still had few hours before your date... so might as well!

But... your plan of few hour nap turned to last a bit longer than you expected... most likely because of overworking or lack of sleep? But you were woken up by a doorbell and constant knocking on your door. You looked out of the window and noticed it was dark... so you naturally grabbed your phone to see the hour! 17:00/5pm... and 27 unread messages from Ena, and 6 missed calls from Ena as well... she must be pissed now...

So you immidietly rushed to your door hoping you can explain everything, as you knew very well who it is.

"Seriously? You told me yourself to go to bed earlier so I won't oversleep, and yet you did that yourself?"

"Sorry I- Just come in and let me show you something!"

You didn't to waste any more time so you moves so she can enter and rushed to kitchen, gently grabbing your gift. And with big breath you came back to her, reaching your little package out to her.

"Happy Birthday... I hope I didn't ruin them for you..."

"Oh- so that's what you were doing!? Well that explains it~ Thank you then! And don't worry, we can still go have that little picnic of ours! We might just take a nap you know? I already told Nightcord I won't be available today!"

You just smiled, relieved that it was in fact not a lost day and you messed up everything... you still had a chance to fix everything!

"I'm so glad~ Well then... let's make this unforgettable birthday, shall we?"

"Took out words right out of my mouth~"

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@bleachtheidiot @prsk-krow @modyuki @virtualpoison @qxmmi - come get your cheesecake lover~

[cherrycola27]

Worth the Wait

Pairing" Robert "Bob" Floyd x OC Lucy "Minx" Davidson

Warnings: Language, SMUT, SMUT, SMUT this some grade a filth right here. Bob Fucks... that is all 18+ Minors DNI

A/N: oh how I enjoyed writing this ;)

"So what do you think?" Lt. Lucy Davidson asked her best friend as she showed off the new dress she had purchased for her date later this evening. "Minx, you look great Bob is totally going to want to rip that off of you later tonight!" Phoenix joked, elbowing her in the side.

"No he won't Phe, and that's the problem!" Lucy sighed and dramaticly flopped down on her bed. "What do you mean Minxy? Are you saying that you an Bob haven't 'sealed the deal'?'" She asked raising an eyebrow. "Nope." Minx replied popping the P.

"You've been dating for five months and you haven't had sex yet?!" Phoenix exclaimed. "Ugh don't rub it in Tasha, not all of us are getting railed by Hangman on the regular. Lucy grumbled. Phoenix laughed at the remark.

"So let me get this straight. At the end if the night when Bob takes you home... he just what...kisses you goodnight on the door step and leaves?" She pressed.

"No, sometimes he comes in and we make out and there's some heavy petting involved but...that's about it." Lucy shrugged. "Well that's going to have to change.... we need to rectify this situation ASAP!" Phoenix said standing up quickly.

"Natasha." Lucy warned. "Do not meddle in this. Bob will ravage me when he is good and ready. I just have to be patient."

"I'm not going to meddle in your sex life or lack there of Luc... it's not really my style." Phoenix said patting her friend on the shoulder. "Thank you Nix." Lucy breathed out.

"Yeah it's not really my style but it is Hangman's and I am texting him right now!" Natasha squealed with glee. "Don't you dare!" Minx jumped up trying to grab Tasha's phone from her hand. But she was too late because moments later Phoenix was cackling like a hyena clutching her phone to her chest.

"Oh my God what did you do?!" Minx asked raking her hands through her hair. "Oh nothing... why don't we go get some lunch before we meet the boys later." Phoenix linked arms with her best friend and dragged her out the door.

Hours later Lucy was finishing up her makeup and looking at her reflection in her bedroom mirror. The dress she had purchased was a beautiful pink sundress that would make Elle Woods swoon. She had paired it with some simple jewelry and new wedge sandals. Her hair was half pulled back away from her face and the rest hung in loose waves.

She really did look good tonight. She looked more than good, she looked 'totally fuckable' as Phoenix would say. And maybe that was her intention when she bought this dress earlier this week. Maybe she bought it with the sole hope that Bob would want to rip it off of her. "God I sound like Taylor Swift right now." She thought recalling the T Swift song that is about this same exact senerio.

She was broken from her thoughts by the ringing of her doorbell. She quickly made her way down stairs to open the door. She was greated with a bouquet of sunflowers and the bright blue eyes of her boyfriend Bob. "Hi Bobby" Lucy greeted him warmly taking the flowers from him.

"Hi Minx, you look... wow." Bob said as he raked his eyes over her body. The sun dress she had on fit his girlfriend perfectly. She looked absolutely breath taking in the bright pink number. For a split second he wondered if she would look even better out of it, under him, legs wrapped around his hips, while she cried out his name.

He quickly shook the lewd thought from his mind... God he had been hanging out with Rooster and Hangman way to much... he needed to find better friends. "Ready to go beautiful?" Bob asked extending his hand to Minx. "Sure am honey. Let's go!" Lucy said quickly grabbing his hand and pecking him on the cheek. A blush crept up his cheeks and to his ears at the contact. The couple made their way to Bob's truck. He quickly opened the door for Lucy and helped her in before heading over to the driver's side.

Bob took Lucy to one if their favorite places to eat. A Little Italian spot that sat right on the water. They ate and had comfortable conversations but Bob could tell something was bothering her. "Penny for your thoughts Minx?" He asked over dessert. "What do you mean Bob? We haven't stopped taking this whole time. She said taking another bite of her tiramisu. "You make a valid point, but it just seems like there is something on your mind that you aren't telling me or something..." Bob trailed off.

Bob was right there was something on her mind. But what could she say? That she wanted him to take her home and ravage her on every avaliable surface? That she wanted to rip his clothes off of him and sink to her knees before him and taste him? That she had dreamt of what he would look like with his head between her thighs devouring her? That she craved his hands around her throat while he whispered dirty things in her ear. How she desperately wanted him to bend her over and pull her hair. That she would beg him right now to fuck her if she knew he would?

No, she couldn't say that to him. He was Bob, her Bob, sweet, gentle, caring. She was sure he would be giving lover in the bedroom because he was just a naturally giving person. But, he was always one to take his time to prepare and make sure everything was just right. That's what made him such a great WSO. He was meticulous, and most times quiet. He wasn't going to be one to just fuck her senseless no matter how bad she wanted him to with each passing moment. He cared she knew he did, and she was sure that's why they hadn't slept together yet.

"Um I was just thinking what if we skipped the movies and went to the Hard Deck after dinner. I'm sure whatever antics our friends are getting into would be much more entertaining than whatever is playing, plus, this new dress is just begging to be danced in, don't you think babe?" Lucy asked him

"Dancing and seeing our friends at the Hard Deck does sound pretty good darlin'. Sounds like a plan to me." Bob said. He quickly paid the bill and they hurried back to his truck. The pair held hands on the drive to the bar. Minx fidigeted uncomfortably I'm her seat. Bob noticed but thought it best to leave it alone for now.

"Mind if we turn on the radio baby?" He asked her. "Sure honey, a few tunes before we get there might be nice." She replied.

Bob turned on the radio and quickly found a Pop hit station that they both liked. He turned up the volume and Lucy internally groaned when she recognized the familiar tune of Taylor Swift's "Dress" come through the speakers. It was like God or the universe was messing with her or playing some cruel sick joke on her. She looked out the passenger side not able to meet Bob's eyes.

When they pulled into the Hard Deck she couldn't get out of the car fast enough. She had unbuckled and jumped out before Bob could even get to the door. She practically ran inside waving him off with the excuse that she needed to use the restroom. Once inside she quickly found Phoenix and dragged her into the ladies room and locked the door.

"The Hell Minx?" Phoenix said ask her friend turned towards her. "I cannot do this any longer. I swear if your back seater doesn't blow my back out soon, I am going to explode!" Lucy threw her hands up in the air. "I know I said don't meddle, but I really need you and Jake to meddle because I am going crazy!" She huffed leaning against the sink.

"Lucy, take a chill pill." Phoenix encouraged her. Hangman and Rooster may or may not be out there planting some seeds in Bobby's little brain right now." Phoenix told her.

"Oh my God you told Rooster?" Minx whipped around from the counter. "He and Jake are best friends. If one idiot knows the tea, so does the other." Phoenix shrugged. "Jesus how do you and Harper put up with them?" Lucy asked. Phoenix laughed and gestured for the two to leave the restroom.

"Bob, you mind telling us why you and Minx haven't done the deed yet?" Hangman asked the moment Bob walked over to him with drinks in hand for he and Minx. Bob nearly choked on his soda at the lewd comment. "Well... uh we just... I... I... I.... honestly... I don't know Jake." Bob stammered out. "I'm just afraid that I will... I don't know disappoint her or something." He shly confessed. "Bob... we've seen you in the locker room. I highly doubt you could disappoint her." Hangman winked at him. "Plus we knew that WSOs have to be pretty good with their hands." Rooster added taking a sip of his beer. Poor Bob turned three shades of red. "And I'm just saying I have it on good authority that Minx definitely bought a new dress for tonight with the hopes that a certain Lieutenant Comander would be taking it off of her tonight." Hangman add just driving the point home even more.

"Okay, enough I get it!" Bob yelled being done with the conversation. Thankfully Minx and Phoenix appeared. Bob quickly hopped off his bar stool and grabbed Lucy's hand. "Come on darlin' let's go dance." He whispered in her ear with his delicious southern draw.

The pair danced the night away, swaying, swining, and spinning to each song. Bob even taught Minx a two step when a country song came on. During their next dance Bob lifted Lucy off the ground and spun her around. But being the gentleman he was, he made sure to hold the hem of her dress down.

"Thank you for holding my dress down." She giggled when Bob placed her down. "Of course Minxy, I wouldn't want the whole Hard Deck to get a view of your underwear. He blushed.

Minx got up on her tiptoes and breathed against Bob's ear before whispering: "Oh Bobby, they wouldn't have gotten a view of my panties because I'm not wearing any." She kissed his cheek and returned to her normal stance.

Now Bob isn't entirely sure what snapped inside of him with that comment but something did. Before she could even understand what was happening Bob grabbed Lucy's hand and started to quickly lead her through the group of people at the bar. "Bob, what are we doing? Where are we going?" She asked once they finally made it back to his truck in the parking lot. Instead of answering her, Bob sealed his mouth against hers in a hungry, lust filled kiss. She gasped at the sensation of him pressing her against the truck. Bob took the opportunity to insert his tongue into her mouth as he kissed her roughly.

"Bob.. what was... why... what?" Minx asked breathlessly when he finally pulled away from her. "Why are we leaving?" She asked looking at him. His pupils were blown wide behind his gold rimmed glasses, his eyes were so black you almost couldn't see the blue in them.

His voice dropped about octave as he spoke: "I'm taking you home right now. Someone has to teach you a lesson. You whispering naughty things in my ear and wearing this dress and you expect me to not lose the last ounce of resolve I have darlin'?" He looked at her. "Get in the truck honey. The quicker I get you home, the quicker I get to have you under me." He winked as he opened her door.

Lucy couldn't focus on the ride back to her house. Bob's hand was under her dress on her upper thigh, just centimeters away from where she desperately wanted him to be. He was drawing circles on her thigh with his index finger. God should couldn't wait for his long digits to be inside her. When he pulled into her drive way and opened the door Minx practically sprinted to her front porch. She grabbed the keys from her purse but just as she was about to unlock the door Bob came up behind her and pulled her by the hips against him. She could feel his hardness pressing into her from behind. Bob began trailing kisses up her neck which causes her to lose focus and drop her keys.

She bent over to get them which gave Bob the perfect opportunity to spank her supple rear. "Ahh" Minx sqeaked out in surprise as she was finally able to unlock the door. Bob spun her on her heels and wrapped an arm around her waist as he pushed them inside and backed her up against a wall. He quickly kicked the door shut with his foot then reached out and locked the deadbolt all while making sure his lips never left Lucy's.

He tapped her hips signaling for her to jump while he pressed her into the wall. She happily followed his instructions and wrapped her legs around him and ran her fingers through his hair. Bob found that sweet spot behind her ear that had Minx crying out. He pulled away from her neck and looked at her.

Her eyes were glassy and hooded, her cheeks were flushed, her lips were pink and plump from his kisses and she was trying to catch her breath. "Bobby" She breathed out. "What's gotten into you?" She asked him. "I want you Lucy, I really do. I have wanted you since our first date, hell since the first time I met you, but I didn't want it to be a one time thing, I wanted to really get to know you before I had you." Bob confessed. "And I guess that dress was just the thing to send me over the edge. It looks so pretty on you baby, such a shame that it's going to end up in the floor." Bob smirked as he pulled her away from the wall to head towards her bedroom.

Somewhere along the way Bob had managed to free himself from his shirt but as he sat Minx back down to her feet in her bedroom, he was struggling to get her dress off. She wasn't helping the situation by constantly kissing and touching him. He pried her off of him. "Minx I swear to God I am about 5 seconds from ripping this dress off of you. Where is the zipper he asked turning her around to search for it. She laughed and gestured to her side. Bob quickly unzipped the dress and it pooled around her feet for her to step out of it. Once she was free of the garment, Bob took a moment to truly admire her body as she stood there bare before him.

"You weren't lying about the panties thing." Bob chuckled. "I would never lie to you Bobby." Lucy replied her voice smooth like honey. "Now are you just going to stand there and look at me all night or are you going to touch me?" She challenged him.

"Who says I won't do both?" He asked taking a step towards her. He reached out his hand and placed it on her hip and pulled her flush against him. He groaned at the feeling of their burning skin colliding.

"Bob... are you going to take your pants off... I really hope I'm not the only one who's getting naked tonight." Lucy murmered against his skin as she kissed every inch that was exposed to her. "Maybe I should help you like you helped me." She breathed out as her hands found the waist band of his jeans. She gripped his length through the front of his pants and stroked him a few times. Bob growled at the sensation.

She quickly undid his belt and whipped it out of the loops and made hasty work of his jeans pulling his boxers down with them. His length slapped against his abdomen. Bob was already impossibly hard, his head red and dripping precum, the veins thick as they wrapped around his girth. Minx gasped at the sight of Bob naked before her. Now it was her turn to stare. She saw a blush spread over his body. His mouth opened as if to say something but he quickly closed it. All the bravado Bob had once shown slipped away.

"Jesus fucking Christ Bob, I can't believe you've been hiding all of this from me. You're gorgeous baby." Minx cooed as she placed her hands on him.

"You really think so?" Bob asked in a boyish tone not quite believing her. "Really baby, now why don't you sit down and let me show you just how hot I think you are." Lucy said pushing him to sit on the edge of her bed. Bob gladly followed her orders and sat down. Once he was comfortable, Lucy sunk to her knees infront of him.

"Baby, Minx, you don't have to do that if you don't want to." He said stopping her before she took him in her mouth. God he was so sweet. "I know that Robert, but I want to." Minx replied. Any protest he had after that died on his lips as Minx took his length in her mouth. She had been dying to taste him and boy was he delightful. He was surely the biggest she had ever been with and unfortunately she couldn't take all of him in her mouth so she wrapped what she couldn't take in her hand and began to stroke him.

Bob threaded his fingers in her hair, not to push or pull her head ask she worked his shaft but just as another point of contact. She flattened her tongue along the underside of his shaft and licked him from base to tip. Her free hand grabbed his balls to show them some love as well.

"Jesus Minx... feels so good." Bob moaned "Such a good girl, sucking my cock so well." He praised her. His comments went straight to her soaked core causing her to clench around nothing.

She could tell he was getting close, she could feel him squirming and his thighs tensing under her hands.

"God Luc, I'm so close, if you don't stop I'm going to finish, Minx... I....I" Lucy doubled down on her efforts hollowing out her cheeks and sucking even harder. She teased her tongue over his slit and took him all the way down her throat.

"Shit... shit... shit... holy... oh my God!" Bob screamed as he released in her mouth. He fisted one hand in the sheets the other in her hair. Minx continued to suck him through his finish. Once she was sure he had come down and she felt him softening in her mouth she pulled off of him with a pop.

She rocked back on her calves and looked at him with the most innocent doe eyes like she just hadn't given him a mind blowing orgasam and said "Did you enjoy that Lieutenant Comander Floyd?" Bob let out a strangled cry as looked at the woman before him.

"That was amazing baby." He said finally able to form a coherent sentence. But now I get to have my fun with you." He grinned wickedly and patted the bed next to him for her to join him.

She quickly climbed on the bed and he directed her to lay back. Lucy gladly welcomed his body over hers as he began to touch her everywhere. He trailed kisses across her breast swirling each nipple in his mouth and nipping the skin. "Bob please touch me." She gasped as he grazed his fingers down her thighs. "I am touching you." He teased. "Not what I mean, show me how nimble those fingers really are baby" She practically begged.

"Oh so you want to know if me being a Wizzo makes me good with my hands?" He grinned "Well, I can assure you sweetheart, you are about to find out just how good I can be with my hands."

Finally two fingers grazed her slit and collected the wetness that had been pooling. "So wet for me baby I love it." Bob croaned has he circled her wetness around her swollen clit. Lucy threw her head back at the contact. The man had barely touched her and she was already a mess.

Bob wasted no time quickly sinking his ring and middle finger into her, burying them past the knuckle. He curled them inside her velvety walls and stroked them. "Oh sweetheart you feel so tight just around my fingers, can't wait to feel my cock in here." He moaned as he continued to push her closer to the edge. His thumb quickly found her clit and he began to circle it in tandem with the thrust of his fingers.

"Oh Bob, Bobby, feels so good, please don't stop, please, please." Minx thrashed her head trying to keep herself grounded as Bob added a third finger and began to fuck them into her faster. "That's it darlin' you're taking my fingers so good. Love seeing you like this, come on baby cum for me, be a good girl and cum all over my fingers, I know you can do it." Bob encouraged her as he kissed her passionately.

He quickly curved his wrist to hit a new angle and different spot inside of her and that was all Lucy needed to fall part. She screamed Bob's name as she came fast; her cunt gripping onto his fingers for dear life as he drew out her high. She whined at the loss of contact when he pulled them out of her, but her eyes went wide as she watched Bob suck her juices off of them.

"Damn baby, you taste even better than I thought you would, I'm going to have to have more of that. Bob said. "Do you trust me Luc?" He asked her earnestly. "Of course I do baby." She replied. "Good, then come here and sit on my face." Bob said laying back. "Are you sure Bob?" That doesn't seem safe." Minx questioned. "Minx, we fly fighter jets for a living and this is what you question the safety of? Just trust me. I promise I will take good care of you. Now get up here and ride me instead of a plane for a change. That's an order from your superior officer." Bob commanded. Lucy wasn't sure where this dominant side of Bob was coming from, the only time she had ever seen him like this was when he was giving Phoenix directions, but Minx loved it.

She quickly scrambled up the bed and placed a thigh on either side if his head. She gripped her headboard for support as Bob latched onto her thighs and pulled her flush against his face. He wasted no time diving into her like a starved man. His tongue plunged into her folds while his nose tickled her clit. She had just enough sense to reach down and yank his glassed from his face and place them on top of her head so she wouldn't break them.

His large hands found the curve of her ass and gripped it tightly. He gave her a harsh spank which cause her to jump. Lucy slowly began to circle her hips on Bob's face which earned her a groan of praise from him which sent shivers down her spine. She grabbed onto the headboard as Bob pulled her closer to him if possible. He started to draw figure eights with his tongue over her clit and Lucy knew she was done for. "Fuck Bobby, that feels so fucking good. I'm going to... please don't stop Bob... please I... I...I" She wasn't really sure what she was asking for at this point but thankfully Bob knew what she needed. He moaned into her core and held her tighter. She was sure there would be fingerprint shaped bruises on her hips tomorrow but she was too far gone to care at this point. All Lucy could do was hold on and chant his name as her second orgasam washed over her.

Once she was able to come down enough from her high, she gently removed her thighs from his head and collapsed on the bed next to him her whole body felt like jelly. "That was something else baby" she said rolling over next to him. "Glad you enjoyed yourself." He stated pulling her in for a kiss. She tasted herself on his tongue.

Bob broke away and looked at her, his gold rimmed glassed still sat perched in her hair. Bob wasn't sure why, but that was one of the hottest things he had ever seen.

"Um Lucy, I know this is probably a bad time to bring this up but I don't have any condoms with me" Bob admitted thinking about what was to come next. "I'm on the pill Bob, and I'm clean." Lucy replied nonchalantly. "I'm uh clean too." He replied quickly. "So I think we're covered if you want to keep going." She whispered. "Oh I definitely do." He replied.

"Here, you might want your glassed back." Minx said as she went to untangle them from her hair. Bob placed his hands out to stop her.

"No, leave them on" he whispered darkly. "As you wish." She replied. "How do you want to do this?" Lucy asked him.

Instead of replying Bob quickly spun her around placed her ass in the air and her face in the mattress. "You okay with this?" He asked. She nodded her head. That was all the permission he needed as he slowly pushed into her from behind. The stretch of his cock felt amazing. She felt deliciously full when he was finally all the way in. "Fuck baby, you're so fucking tight. It's like you're pussy was made for my cock." Bob mewled as he bottomed out. He gave her a moment to adjust to his size before he he slowly began to thrust in and out of her.

Lucy rocked her hips back to meet his. "Faster, harder, please Bob, fuck me like you mean it." She moaned out. Bob was always eager to please so he picked up the pace slamming his hips into her.

"God look at you, taking my cock like a good little slut. You like that, you like it when I fuck you like the little sluy you are?" He asked. Minx moaned in response. Bob quickly gave her a hard spank which caused her to yelp.

"I asked you a question, I expect you to answer me. Used your words. Now let's try this again." He began gruffly as he pulled her hair, yanking her head back towards him.

"I said do you like it when I fuck you like the little slut that you are. Do you like being my good girl and letting me fuck you?"

"Yesss." Lucy moaned out.

"Yes what?" He growled spanking her again

"Yes sir, I love it when you fuck me like this." She responded.

"Good girl" her replied. Minx could feel another orgasam building in her stomach. Bob was winding her up tight. She felt the amazing smack of his hips against hers with every thrust. The sounds of their wetness combining was almost sinful and she could feel his glasses bouncing against her head with every stroke.

"Ungh I'm so close Bob!" She cried out. Bob quickly pulled out of her and flipped her on her back. Minx whined at the loss of contact but quickly moaned when he filled her up again.

"Want to see those pretty eyes when you cum for me baby." Bob said before kissing her again.

She wrapped her legs around him and gripped his shoulder blades trying to pull him closer to her. His hips were relentless as he pushed into her over and over. With this new angle he was dragging the head of his cock over her g-spot with each thrust. Her nails dug into his skin but Bob was too lost in the moment to care. Sure they might leave some raw red marks for the boys to gawk at in the locker room on Monday but he did not care. All he cared about in this moment was fucking the woman he loved until she couldn't walk right.

Lucy couldn't barely breathe as Bob continued to push into her. She couldn't think of anything other than him and the pleasure he was giving her. She had a fucked out expression on her face and she wasn't able to form a complete sentence as she groaned out. "Bob, close, please" She begged. "Me too princess, cum for me, you can do it, just one more time for me sweetheart, I love you, I know you can." He praised her has his nimble fingers found her clit and began to rub circles around it.

A few particularly deep thrusts in combination with his praise sent Lucy over the edge with a mind blowing orgasam. Bob's name fell from her lips like a prayer and she came hard around him. Which sent him into his own finish. Bob continued to fuck her through her high as he painted her insides with his hot release.

Totally spent he pulled out and collapsed beside her.

"Baby, that was phenomenal. I am so sorry it took me so long to do that." Bob said as he tried to regain his sanity.

"It's fine honey. It was worth the wait. Lucy replied kissing him. He quickly left the bed and went to the bathroom. He returned moments later with a warm wash cloth to clean both of them up. Lucy went over to her dresser and found a pair of sweat pants that she had stolen from Bob and tossed them to him so he had something to sleep in. She grabbed a clean pair of sleep shorts and an over sized shirt to slip into. She climbed back into bed and into Bob's arms. "Oh yeah she thought. This was definitely worth the wait."

Tag List: @dreamingathighaltitude @shanimallina87

[sugdenlovesdingle]

A secret shared (AO3)

Written for the @tarlosweeklyprompts word of the day prompt: Secret (though if you squint you can probably make it work for all of the prompts so far)

Some TK and Andrea bonding for you on this fine Sunday.

Also Gwyn is alive because I said so.

Also also - all of the medical stuff is based on years watching Grey's Anatomy and the like so take it with a *large* grain of salt.

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TK hadn't meant to end up here. He'd planned to just go home after his shift. Just like everyone else.

The only problem was that home was missing something, or rather someone.

And going home to an empty house was as appealing as almost dying of hypothermia again.

So instead of heading downtown to the loft, he'd gone the other way and ended up here.

He rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer.

"TK, mijo, I wasn't expecting to see you today. What are you doing here? Is everything alright?"

TK forced a smile.

"Hola mama." he said and let Andrea usher him inside. "Everything is fine... I just didn’t want to go back to an empty house after work... I'm not interrupting am I?"

"Of course not sweetheart. You're always welcome here, you know that."

TK sat down at his usual place at the kitchen table, surprised to see there wasn't something cooking on the stove.

He looked around and realised something else was missing.

"Is Gabriel not home?"

"No, he's working late. Why? Do you need to talk to him? I can call him, he won't mind, you know he won't."

TK shook his head, feeling stupid for showing up on his mother in law's doorstep just because he was lonely, when she was alone too, and perfectly fine by the looks of it.

"Are you hungry? Have you eaten today? You have to take care of yourself mijo."

"I know. And I am, I promise." he sat back in his chair and a smile tugged at his lips. "Carlos made enough food to feed a small army for about a year before he left."

Andrea smiled and sat down too.

"And why aren't you at home eating it?" she asked. "Not that I'm not happy to see you of course." she rushed to say and squeezed his hand across the table.

"I'm just... lonely. I miss him. The loft is too quiet, the bed is too big..." TK rubbed a hand over his face. "I feel stupid. It's not like we've never been on opposite schedules and it's not even the first time he's been away for work."

"It's not stupid to miss your husband when he's not there. I bet Carlos is feeling the exact same way." Andrea offered. "I know I still do when Gabriel is working on a big case and I barely see him for weeks. He'll come home to change his shirt and he'll be out that door again. Barely giving himself time to breathe, let alone eat or sleep."

TK smiled.

"That sounds like someone else I know."

"Oh yes, that boy is so much like his father, it's almost scary. The girls are a mix of us both, but Carlos? He's all Gabriel."

"He doesn't see it."

"Neither does Gabriel." Andrea said and gave him a conspiratory wink. "You're staying for dinner right? I ordered pizza but I can never finish a whole one by myself."

TK stared at her in shock.

"You ordered pizza? Who are you and what have you done with my mother in law?"

Andrea laughed.

"My husband is away for work and I was feeling lonely so I decided to indulge myself and order something that's bad for me." she told him. "And then my favourite son in law stopped by to keep me company."

"I'm your only son in law."

"And you're still my favourite." she said and got up when the doorbell rang. She paid for the pizza and tipped the delivery boy more than the kid had probably ever gotten. "One slice or two?"

TK took one slice out of the box and took a bite, even though he wasn't very hungry.

Andrea asked him about his day and filled him in on the latest news on Carlos' sisters and the rest of the extended Reyes family, and TK felt himself relax for the first time since Carlos had left.

"Do you want to stay over tonight sweetheart?" Andrea asked. "You know you're always welcome to stay in Carlos' old room. I keep telling Gabriel we should get a bigger bed for that room so you boys can stay over more often. I hate the thought of you driving back late at night."

TK smiled and shook his head.

"It's fine. I have a shift again tomorrow and it's a long commute from here. I'd rather spend that time getting a little extra sleep."

"Alright but if you change your mind, the offer is there."

"I know. Thanks." TK said and forced himself to have another slice of pizza. "Does it get easier? Being married to a cop?" he asked after a few minutes.

"I'll let you know when I find out." Andrea replied. "Not a day goes by where I don't worry about Gabriel. Or Carlos. Or you." she said and gave him a pointed look. "I saw you in hospital after you'd gone through the ice... I never want to see you like that again."

"I don't plan on doing that again, trust me."

"Good. Because I don't think my nerves can handle that. You're my son as much as Carlos is, I want to keep both of you in one piece."

"I'll do my best." TK promised and nearly jumped out of his skin when his phone buzzed. He quickly checked the notification.

"Is that from Carlos?"

"No." TK sighed. "It's the rookie officer I talked into sending me updates on him. He can't keep his own phone on him when he's out there. The case is coming along nicely and Carlos is doing fine and loves me." he summed up the message.

"That's good isn't it?" Andrea asked and TK nodded, eyes still glued to his phone. "TK? Everything alright sweetheart? TK?"

"Yeah, yeah, sorry, I uh... zoned out for a second there." he put his phone face down on the table. "I just wish I could talk to him for five minutes."

"I'm sure he will call you the second he gets his phone back." Andrea offered. "Or when he gets his hands on any working phone when it's safe for him to do so."

"Yeah..."

"And at least you don't have to wait until he can get change for a payphone or convince someone to let him make a long distance call from a landline."

"You're speaking from experience aren't you?"

Andrea smiled.

"When I was pregnant with Carlos and the girls were still little, Gabriel was away for work too. He'd just joined the rangers and he wanted to impress the other officers. He worked long hours and we barely saw him. My sister, your tia Lucy, was staying with us to help with the kids because I was huge. " she laughed. "I don't think I saw my feet at all after the fourth month. And Gabriel kept telling me I looked beautiful."

TK smiled. His in law's marriage was so different than what he remembered from his own parents. He knows they loved each other and in a way still do, but also they shouldn't be allowed near each other for more than an hour without buffer.

"I remember when I was almost 7 months pregnant with Carlos," Andrea started again. "He was a very active baby. Always moving and kicking. Sometimes it felt like he was doing somersaults in there or performing a dance routine." she smiled, allowing herself to get lost in the memories for a moment. "But then one day I barely felt him. I knew something was wrong but everyone kept telling me that he was just getting bigger and had less space to move around." she shook her head. "I could feel something was wrong. I called the doctor and they told me to relax and that my baby was just resting."

TK frowned, his medical knowledge kicking in.

"They didn't even ask you to come in for tests?" he asked, remember a call a few weeks ago where they'd rushed a heavily pregnant woman to hospital because her baby had stopped moving and she'd called 911.

"It was a different time." Andrea waved his comment away. "I convinced myself the doctors knew best but when I started having pains, I told Lucy to stay with the girls and I took a taxi to the hospital."

"Pains? Were you in labour?" TK asked, trying to remember if Carlos had ever mentioned being born premature.

"I thought I was. But Carlos still wasn't moving and I was panicking. And the worst thing was that I had no way to contact Gabriel. He was in California working a big case with the LAPD and all I had was a number for the hotel he was staying at. All I could do was leave a message for him at the front desk. "

"And did you?"

"No. I couldn't tell him our baby died through a message on a hotel notepad."

"Wait, died? I thought this was Carlos?"

"It was. But I was convinced he'd died. That my baby had died inside of me." she paused to collect herself. "I've never told anyone about this. Carlos doesn't know, Gabriel doesn't know. Even Lucy doesn't know the full story."

"I won't tell anyone, I promise."

"Thank you sweetheart." Andrea patted his hand. "When I got to hospital there was a very sweet nurse on duty who listened to me and just sprung into action right away. She ordered tests and put this gel on my stomach to listen to his heartbeat. I cried when I heard it. I was so relieved he was still alive."

TK let out a sigh of relief that he wasn't about to hear about his husband's heart stopping again.

"So what was the problem?"

"His heartbeat was too slow and the position he was in meant he wasn't getting enough oxygen. At one point there were five doctors in my room arguing about what to do. Three wanted to deliver Carlos via emergency c-section, the other two wanted to wait and see if his oxygen levels would stabilise if they gave me more oxygen."

"What did they do?"

"They gave me an oxygen mask and argued over test results. And I just kept listening to Carlos' heartbeat, praying it wouldn't stop. Until Carla, the nurse, had had enough and took action. She told me she was going to try and make Carlos change position in my belly so I wouldn't have to have my baby without his daddy present."

"And that worked?"

Andrea nodded.

"After a few tries. I never cried harder than when I felt him kick again. That's when I vowed I would always do everything and anything I could to make sure he was happy and healthy and safe." she looked down at the table. "But I know I haven't always done a very good job with that."

"He doesn't blame you." TK told her, knowing her and Gabriel's lack of reaction after his coming out was still a sore spot for Carlos, but he never blamed them for any of the issues he might have gotten from that. Whether or not that was the right or healthy thing to do, TK had decided to leave to him and doctor Ryan, his therapist.

"I know. But I blame me. I never asked him about his love life. I never asked him about boys like I did with the girls... I didn't know how to talk to him about that part of him and made him feel like he couldn't talk to us, to me. If I could go back in time..." Andrea trailed off." Parenting is a hard job, mijo, you'll see when you and Carlos have kids of your own. "

TK glanced at his phone again before taking a deep breath and looking his mother in law in the eye.

"That might be sooner than you think. We met with someone from an adoption agency before Carlos went away and we've officially been approved. I got an email from our case worker earlier but didn't see it until I got the update on Carlos." he explained. "They will have to do home visits and everything when someone chooses us... But it's a first step... To us becoming parents." he beamed. "We never thought it would happen this fast."

Andrea got up and rounded the table to hug him.

"I'm so happy for you. You boys are going to make wonderful parents."

TK happily returned the hug and let his mind drift to a moment in the hopefully not too distant future where he would wake up in the middle of the night to find Carlos feeding their son or daughter, or maybe dancing around the living room with them to get them back to sleep.

Suddenly TK's phone buzzed again and when he picked it up he saw a video call request from an unknown number.

He debated rejecting it but his curiosity got the better of him and he hit accept.

The screen went black for a second but then Carlos' tired but smiling face appeared.

"Hey babe." he said casually, like they'd seen each other that morning and he was just downtown at the precinct.

"Hey baby." TK happily greeted him. "Did you steal someone's phone?"

Carlos laughed.

"No, just borrowed. With their knowledge." he added with a wink. "We just caught the guy. It's all over."

"It is? Are you sure?"

Carlos nodded.

"Do you want me to put sergeant Grant on to fill you in on the case? I'm sure she'll be happy to. This is her phone after all."

"No, not unless she can tell me when I can expect my husband to be back where he belongs."

"Soon." Carlos promised. "As soon as I get my own phone back, I'm booking a flight and I'll let you know when I'll be home."

"Maybe I can convince Judd to give me lift in the rig and turn on the sirens so we can get onto the tarmac. His first official emergency as captain" TK said, only half joking.

"Please don't. I don't want Judd to lose his job this soon after he started it for misuse of city property."

"Says the man who flashed his badge to get past airport security and nearly knocked me to the ground because he hugged me so tight."

"You nearly died! In the air!" Carlos protested and next to TK Andrea laughed. "Wait, are you at my parents' house?"

TK moved the phone a little so Andrea would fit in the frame too.

"Hola mijo. TK and I are having a mother and son night. We ordered pizza."

"You ordered pizza? Who are you and what have you done with my mother?"

"I said the same thing!" TK laughed.

"I'm allowed to indulge myself every now and then." Andrea told him. "Be safe out there sweetheart, te amo." she blew him a kiss.

"I will mama. Te amo." Carlos promised.

TK turned the phone back to himself.

"And I love you too. And when you get home I'm going to teach you the meaning of taking some time off to spend with your husband."

"Already taken care of. I have two weeks off the second I land in Austin."

"Detective Strand-Reyes, we're ready to get out of here." someone said off screen.

"Ok, I'll be right there." he turned back to TK. "I have to go, but I promise I'm on the first flight out of here. Even if I have to fly in the cargo hold." he said and TK had no doubts he meant it.

"See you soon baby. I love you."

"I love you." Carlos replied and ended the call.

"Aren't you going to tell him about the adoption news?" Andrea asked.

"As soon as he's home. I want to see him and be able to hold him and kiss him when I tell him."

Andrea smiled.

"he won't hear it from me. But when the time comes, I want to be the first to know so I can go baby clothes shopping for my grandchild. And I get babysitting privileges."

TK laughed.

"Deal. Though you'll probably have to compete with my mother on that."

"She's in New York, I can take her."

[babyxbunnyx]

Have you ever thought about being gay? Pt. 2

Summary: The day after working on the project.

Relationship: Ben Gross x Male Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1969 words

Explanations: (h/c) = hair color, (e/c) = eye color, (y/l/n) = your last name, (y/m/n) = your moms name

A/N: Alrighty so here is part 2 to my story "Have you ever thought about being gay?". Its quite longer than part 1 and I'm surprised its almost at the 2000 words mark. Part 3 will follow soon, featuring the actual date between reader and Ben. Hope you'll like it!

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When they woke up the next day, (Y/N) was still laying on top of Ben. The (younger/older) blushed and sat up. "S-Sorry if I invalidated your personal space." Ben chuckled, before sitting up. "Don't worry (Y/N). If I wanted you to move I would have said something. Now you better call your mom and tell her to come over. I still have to explain why you stayed the night." The (h/c) boy smiled and nodded. "She is so gonna kill me."

He grabbed his phone, taking a deep breath before calling his mother. After a few seconds, she picked up. "You are in a lot of trouble young man! Have you any idea how worried I was?! Where have you been?!" The (h/c) boy moved the phone away from his ear, even Ben could hear her screams coming from the phone. "Mom I am really sorry, I was working on a group project with my classmate Ben at his place and we didn't notice how late it was. We finished at 11pm and he offered to let me sleep over since he didn't think it was safe walking home for me yesterday. I am really really sorry Mom, I promise it won't happen again." After his little speech was over, he took a momant to catch some air. "Okay.. if you are telling the truth you won't mind handing the phone over to your classmate." (Y/N) sighed, before handing the phone to the brown haired male. Ben looked at him confused, before taking the phone. 'She wants to talk to you' the other whispered.

Ben nodded, before he started to speak. "Hello Miss (y/l/n). This is Ben Gross, (Y/N)'s classmate. I am truly sorry for yesterday. We were so focused on the project we forgot about what time it was." Ben fidgeted with his shirt. "Well I suppose I can excuse this one time. I would like to see the project though." Ben smiled, relaxing a bit. "Of course Miss (y/l/n)! I'd be happy to show it to you. (Y/N) will send you my address shortly. We'll see you soon." The woman on the other end of the phone nodded to herself. "Thank you. See you soon."

With that, they both hung up and Ben gave the other his phone back. "And? How did it go? Was she furious?" Ben put on a neutral facade. "She's coming over. You should send her my adress." (Y/N)'s face began to flush. He started to panic until he heard some laughter. He gasped, realizing what Ben had done. "You ass!! I was scared man!" Ben couldn't stop laughing. "I'm sorry but I had to! She will be coming over and you should send her the address. You aren't in trouble, she just wants to see the project and pick you up." The brown haired boys laughter toned down, turning into a sly grin seeing the other boy beginning to pout.

"Meanie.." The (h/c) quickly sent his mom the address before getting up. He took off the shirt Ben gave him and started to get dressed back in his own clothes. "My mom is most likley gonna be here in a few minutes. You should probably get dressed if you wanna make a good impression." The (shorter/taller) giggled as Ben rushed to get dressed and fix his hair.

Not long after, they heard the doorbell and rushed downstairs to greet (Y/N)'s mom. "Hey Mom! Again I am so so sorry!" Miss (y/l/n) embraced her son, smiling seeing her son was okay. "Hey its okay dear. I am glad you are safe and spent time on your project. I can let that one slide. Just text me next time something like this happens, okay? I was worried about you." She looked over towards Ben with a straight face, making him stiffen up a bit. "Thanks for talking my son out of walking home." She put out her hand towards Ben. "I'm (y/m/n)." She smiled warmly allowing Ben to relax again and shaking her hand. "Of course Miss. It felt like my duty to talk him out of it. Now you wanted to see our project right? Its not finished yet but (Y/N) made some smazing scetches for the poster. I have never seen someone better than him." While (Y/N) blushed at the praise, his mom smiled warmly. "He is truly amazing at art. He got it from his father. And please, just call me by my first name Ben." The brown haired nodded, before taking his two guests up to his bedroom. While (Y/N)'s mom looked over the project, the (taller/shorter) smiled at Ben. "She likes you. She usually doesn't offer first name base so fast." (Y/N) whispered. This made the other look at the (younger/older) surprised. "Really? I'm glad she likes me then. She's really nice." (Y/N) nodded, before looking at his mom. "Those sketches are really good honey. Have you decided if you wanna get into the art school yet? I'm sure you'd like it there.. your dad went there too." She smiled. "I.. I haven't decidet yet. I don't wanna leave my friends mom.. I.. I know it would make dad proud if I left for art school but.. I don't know.. do you think he would be dissapointed if I didn't go there?" The (h/c) looked down to his feet. "Oh Honey no! Your dad would be proud regardless if you go or not! If you don't want to leave than it's okay! Its your life baby, so you get to decide where you want to go or what you want to do! He would be so proud seeing how far you have gone." With that, she pulled her son into a hug. "We should head out now. Again, thank you for letting my son stay the night. I hope I will meet you again soon, Ben." She smiled and Ben returned that. "Of course (y/m/n). It was really nice meeting you. Get home safley." And with that, (Y/N) and his mom left.

Once they were on their way, (Y/N)'s mom smirked. "So.. you and Ben huh?" The (h/c) face went pale. "W-What no!" She giggled. "Oh come on dear. I saw how your eyes sparked. There is something going on between the two of you. I'm your mother, I know you better than you think" She smiled warmly. "O-Okay fine.. we may have a date tomorrow.." His mom gasped. "I knew it! When is it? What are you gonna do? Have you decidet what to wear yet?" She gently ruffled her sons hair. "Okay stop! One thing at a time mom! He's picking me up at 2, I actually don't know what we'll do and no I haven't decided what to wear and I could really need some help deciding.." He smiled at his mom, knowing helping him would make her happy. "You can count on me dear. I hope Ben will make you happy in the future. He's a nice young man." She smiled warmly at her son. "He is already making me happy mom.. I'm just a little scared.. what if he wants to keep me a secret in school? I think I'm his first boy experience..." She gently put her hand on his thigh. "Oh honey if he won't show you off at school he isn't worth your time okay? Just have fun tomorrow and don't let those thoughts get you down." (Y/N) smiled at those words. "Thanks mom. I love you." "I love you too dear."

Short after, they arrived home and the (e/c) boy went upstairs to his room. He laid down on his bed, giggling to himself. 'I have a date with Ben tomorrow!!' He couldn't help but feel happy about that. He dreamt about dating his crush for so long now and tomorrow his dream will come true. How could he not be overly exited? After a bit, he managed to calm down enough to start with his homework. Yet the upcoming date with Ben never left his mind.

After a few hours, his mom called him down for dinner and the topic 'Date with Ben' got brought back up. "So.. have you thought about what kind of style you want to go with for the date?" (Y/N) looked up. "Hm.. I think I wanna bring out my love for art a bit?" He looked at his mom, making sure he understood what he meant. "And I want it to be something cute!" His mom nodded. "How about those old overall pants you never wear? We could customize it with some of your fabric paint? You know, paint some stuff on it, putting splashes of paint? And pair it with your black converse and a simple black T-Shirt? So you'd look cute and artsy?" "That sounds amazing! Lets get straight to work after dinner so the paint can dry for tomorrow! Thank you so much mom!" The middle-aged woman smiled. "Of course dear. Anything for you."

After dinner, they went back to (Y/N)'s room to start on the pants. While the (h/c) boy got the paint ready, his mom spread out the pants on a few sheets of parchment paper. "Any idea what you want to do?" The boy nodded. "I wanna start with some blue, green and purple splashed all over those pants and then draw some daisys on the pockets." He said exited. "That sounds amazing! Lets get started then shall we?" (Y/N) nodded and they started to splash the color on the pants. After the front was all covered in paint, (Y/N) started to draw daisies on the front pocket. After that was done, they decidet to take a small break so the paint could dry enough to flip the pants over. "This already looks amazing. Ben is gonna fall straight in love with you honey." (Y/M/N) smilled proudly. She felt happy for her son. "Thank you mom. I better hope he will, I like him a lot." "Alright lover boy, lets get some snacks and hot chocolate. I have to take a break, my back is killing me." They laughed, walking in the kitchen to grab  snacks and hot chocolate.

They laughed a lot, talking about some rude classmates, (Y/N)'s friends and (Y/M/N)'s coworkers. The (h/c) could feel his tension fading away. "I think the paint should be dry enough by now. Lets finish it, hang it up and go to bed. You'll have an exciting day tomorrow." (Y/N) nodded, making his way back to his room to finish the pants. Together with his mom, it was done in no time. They giggled with each other and hung the pants up to dry. "Good night dear, sleep well." "Good night mom, you too!" With that, his mom left and (Y/N) was left alone in his room. He picked up his phone, seeing a new text from Ben. He smiled, before opening it.

Benji<3: Hey, got home safe?

(Y/N): Heyy, yeah got home safe! Sorry for the late awnser, I was working on something with my mom hehe

Benji<3: Oh? What were you working on? Show me!

(Y/N): You'll see tomorrow Benji! It's a surprise!

Benji<3: Oh come ooon (Y/N). I don't wanna wait!

(Y/N): Nope. Not a chance. I'm heading to bed now, sleep well Benji! See you tomorrow!

With that, he put away his phone and tried to sleep.

Benji<3: Sleep well (Y/N) see you tomorrow <3