#mmmm now the question is how long do i hold onto her before i get bored and sell her for like 15k

[kodydrs]

Sunflower Juice - Sabo

a/n: title has nothing to do with the story. sabo just reminds me of Sunflowers. I am incredibly out of practice when it comes to writing smut, and the ending is lowkey shit bc i kept reading it in my ex’s voice 😭

ib: this prompt from Portgas.D•Xiao’s on on Chai. “sabo just finished drinking with his friend, after he drank some alcoholic water he started to get drunk, then he wanted to go to his room and he saw you in the hallway And he started coming closer to you and hug you from behind.

warnings : fxm, sabo x fem reader, mdni, drunk sex, slight oral (f. recieving), vaginal fingering, p in v, hickies, (a lot of) pet names, you dated ace b4 his d3ath, reader is still kinda grieving ace’s death, she’s a bipolar abt her emotions as i am (it’s not funny guys, i’m actually bipolar), no use of y/n, not proofread, i’m bad at tagging

You flinch at the sudden attack.

‘ahh!’

It takes you a minute to realise who has just latched themselves onto you.

‘oh Sabo. it’s just you.’

You’d known Sabo for a little while. Ever since Ace’s death, you’d travelled with Luffy and the Straw Hats, and you’d met Sabo along the way. You wouldn’t say you’re exactly the closest of friends, but you both respected each other. But you did you best to keep a healthy distance because damn did he remind you of Ace.

‘Yeah. It’s just me. What are you doing here?’ You're not supposed to be alone right now.’ You felt his grip tightens around your waist slightly as he looks down at you. ‘Are you okay? Do you need anything?’

You turn to face him, confusion obvious on your face. But upon breathing in, you can smell the alcohol on his breath.

‘Sabo. Are you drunk?’ It’s more of a rhetorical question. It’s clear from how thick his breath feels. He wobbles a little to really upkeep the act.

‘Mmmm. Yeah. Maybe just a little bit.’ He pauses. ‘But I’m drunk with you so it’s fine.’

You go to say something to him, but you stop, deeming it useless.

‘Let’s just get you back to your room.’

He grumbles, audibly in decline of your offer.

‘But I don’t wanna go back to my room. I wanna spend more time with you.’

You can feel his arms trying to pull you closer to him like you aren’t already pressed tightly to him. He seems to give up on his efforts by resting his head on your neck and you can again smell the alcohol, reminding you of his drunk state. You groan.

Your plan for the night had been to hang out with Namu & Robin, but Nami got swept away by the Straw Hats stupid chef and Robin got distracted by Chopper's constant tangents. This left you sitting alone at a table with nothing but your thoughts. Your thoughts about how lonely you’d become since joining the Straw Hats. Now all you wanted to do was get to bed and sleep.

‘Sabo. Can you please just go to your room? I’m not in the mood for socialising right now.’ He pouts, nuzzling against your skin.

‘Don’t leave me all alone out here, please.’ He grabs your hands gently and place them on your stomach, holding them there. With a final long sigh, you give up.

‘Fine.’ He lets out a happy chuckle and spins you around, kissing you deeply on the lips for a few seconds before pulling away.

‘Yay!!’ He shrieks. He leans forward and hugs you tight once more, squeezing you so hard you can barely breathe.

You stand frozen in time, stunned by his actions.

‘S-Sabo??!’ He looks down at you with a confused look.

‘Yes. What is it? Are you hurt? Did I do somethi-‘ You cut him off by smashing your lips together, grasping his face tightly. He responds back with equal force and passion. Before you know it, his hands are everywhere. They’re gripping your hair, holding you hips, pressed to your spine.

You pull away, gasping for air. Letting it set in, you touch your lips. ‘Holy fuck.’ You think. ‘I just kissed my boyfriends brother.’

He looks down at you, not processing what the situation they’re really in is.

‘Hey. Why’d you stop? What’s wrong?’ You should protest, but you’re honestly too pent up to care right now.

‘Ah fuck it.’ Without resistance, you grabbed him by the collar and dragged him down the hallway to his room. You locked the door behind you and pinned him to it, crashing you lips back against each others.

The way you're kissing him makes him forget everything else around them. All he wants right now is to make love to you.

‘Oh god.’ He moans softly while wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing himself harder against you. You hum at his hand placement, getting intoxicated on the taste of his lips. He’s been drinking sunflower juice. His abdomen tensed as you ran your fingers along the divots in his abs. His excitement is evident in the way his hips bucked against you and you fail to push backs grin, grinding against his pelvis.

‘I want you so badly.’ He whispers in your ear.

‘Then take me.’ He pulls back, smug face as he looks down at you.

‘Yeah?’

Your voice is breathy and sweet, filled with the sudden need to be touched you’ve so desperately missed.

‘…yeah.’ He smirks mischievously and leans forward, placing one hand behind your neck and pulling you close enough that your noses touch.

‘Tell me what you want baby.’ He growls lowly into your ear, not breaking eye contact even though he's drunk as hell. Your mouth gapes at how hot he sounds right now.

‘oh fuck’ You whisper. ‘I want you to touch me, Sabo.’

With a sly smile on his lips, he brings his hand down and runs it down your arm, stopping at your hand and interlocking your fingers with his. He then brings your joined hands up to his chest, where he kisses them both.

‘Any particular way?’

Your voice is sickeningly sweet, and your words drip like honey.

‘Like you want me.’

His eyes light up in hunger and he once again slides his hand down to your hip, feeling every curve of your body.

‘Like I want ya, huh?’ He leans in to you, gently pressing his lips against your neck. ‘I’m sure that can be arranged.’ He takes your wrists and wraps them around his neck before hoisting you up like you weight nothing so your thighs also wrap around him. You pepper his neck with kisses as he brings you over to his bed and lays you down, straddling your hips.

You gasp as you watch him strip off his shirt and coat, revealing the chiselled abdomen you’d been tracing earlier. He laughs at your reaction before leaning back down and reconnecting your lips. Your hands move to his hair, tugging at the base of his scalp. He doesn’t break the kiss as he lifts your shirt to reveal your perk breasts. Instead, he runs his tongue along your teeth and sucks on your lower lip, basking in the heat radiating from your bodies. It’s driving him crazy.

He kisses down your neck into the valley between your breasts, massaging them gently. Your hands continue to tug at his hair, soft whimpers going straight to his dick.

You groan as he continues his journey down your stomach to the waistband of your pants, where he stops and looks up at you for approval.

‘Please.’ He grin. You nod. ‘Alright then.’ He slowly pulls them down, revealing your soaked panties.

‘So pretty.’ He cooes, kissing dangerously close to your core. He shimmies you out of your pants and then pushes aside your panties, tracing teasing circles around your clit with this tongue. Your thighs instinctively try to close around his head, but he pins them apart, not letting them interrupt his meal.

‘Be a good girl, baby. Good girls get good things.’ You can feel yourself melt under his touch. You’re embarrassed from how easily your legs are shaking due to being so touch starved, but you can’t really focus on that right now.

Your back arches as 2 fingers are inserted into your cunt, stretching you. And it takes everything to not cum right there and then.

‘You alright there, babygirl?’ Sabo laughs, hooking an arm around your thigh and nipping at the skin. You squeeze your eyes shut and nod, breathing deeply.

‘I just haven’t had sex in a while.’

‘We’ll take it slow. I wanna make this last.’ Slowly, his fingers pump in and out, letting you ease around them while he continues to kiss and nibble on your thighs, leaving little pink and purple marks that you’ll find in the morning. After a few minutes, he adds a third digit, watching your expression to make sure he wasn’t hurting you in any way. Your heads tilted to the side and you make eye contact, the lustful gaze drawing you in. He smiles and kissed back up your body to your neck.

‘Are you ready for me? Or do you wanna wait a little longer?’ You wrap your arms back around his neck, pulling him down into a chaste kiss.

‘I’m ready.’ You whisper, pressing your foreheads together. ‘But please don’t be harsh.’

He nods and kisses you deep but slowly as he pulls his fingers from your cunt. You hear the rustle of clothes from him removing his pants and boxers before feeling his tip graze your entrance.

‘Do you want a countdown?’ He teases, grinning at his own joke. You smile, hitting his shoulder and murmuring a quiet “asshole”. He slowly pushes himself past your entrance to your warm insides, revealing in the intense heat.

‘Shit.’ He curses against your lips. ‘Damn, you feel amazing.’ You try to reply, but all that comes out is a moan. ‘Are you ok? Can I move?’

You hum, already leaving scratches on his back from blunt nails. He carefully starts to move, burying himself deeper with each thrust and it drives you insane. It isn’t long before you feel your stomach twist into knots.

‘S-Sabo… gonna cum.’ You whimper, nuzzling into his neck.

‘Already, baby? Can you hold on for a little so we can do it together?’ He gets a babble for a reply, mixed with a harsh kiss to his jaw. ‘Good girl. You’re taking me so well, baby.’ He brings one hand to your face, gently stroking your face. He touch is comforting, and you feel him pick up his pace so you get to finish as soon as you want.

‘Fuck.’ He mumbled under his breath. ‘Shit. Do you want me to pull out or no?’

‘I-I don’t mind. Whichever you prefer.’ You babble. He nods.

‘I’ll come inside then, if that’s ok with you.’

A hum seals you fate as you feel yourself tip over the edge, quickly followed by feeling your insides filled to the brim. Your back arches at a ridiculous angle, pressing your chests together. Sabo rails you through your orgasm until you're a choked-up, panting mess. Not that he’s any different. He pulls out with a grunt and flops next to you, taking a minute to collect his breath before he stands to grab something to clean you both up.

In the few minutes you’re left alone, you want to cry. The way his touch felt on you felt so familiar and so comfortable, and the knowledge it was all caused by a drunk haze made you wanna cry. Tears collected on your lower lashes as you did your best not to let them spill.

‘Hey.’ Sabo cooes, leaning down beside you while he cleans up your legs. ‘What’s wrong, hun? Why are you crying?’

You shake your head, covering your face.

‘I’m not. It’s nothing. It’s just-‘ You stop, looking away from his gaze. ‘I miss him like freaking crazy, Sabo.’

The blond smiles, putting aside his cleaning supplies and lying next to you.

‘Same. Everyday.’ For a moment, it feels as if this isn’t a drunk conversation, but instead 2 people bonding through grief. You roll so you’re facing him, forehead pressed against his chest. ‘But I do wanna be able to protect you like he did.’

One of his hands strokes your hair gently, carefully tugging out any tangles. You’ve stopped crying, just listening to the quiet thump of your heartbeats.

‘Sabo?’

‘Yeah?’

‘I wanna learn to love you, the same way I loved him.’

A soft hum comes from above you and you feel his lips press against your temple. His arms wrap around you gently, keeping you warm.

‘Ok.’

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[thebawdybaldurian]

Professor Gale Breeds His Wife

I don’t know why I, a child-free, uterus-free gal am on a breeding kick, but I guess my one ovary is doing something to me. 👀

Content and Warnings: female tiefling x male human. Breeding kink, pregnancy kink, oral and PIV sex, Mage Hand to assist impregnation.

No edits so excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes

Syma knocked politely on the door, curious as to why it was shut. Professor Dekarios was known as an ‘open-door’ instructor, always available for questions or just a chat about magic. “Come in,” she heard an exasperated sigh from the other side of the door. Her tail swished excitedly as she turned the handle. His furrowed brow softened a little at the sight of his wife. His desk was covered in a slew of papers that needed to be graded, as well as quarterly reviews of all the students’ progress. His sleeves were rolled up and there was a half-eaten sandwich shoved to the side.

“Syma, my dear, this is an unexpected surprise,” he walked around his desk to greet her with a kiss.

“You look busy…” she ran her finger across his brow. “And stressed.”

“Oh you know this time of year,” he sighed. “Student reviews, along with the papers from my Evocation course, budget sheets for the month…not to mention everything at home.”

“It will happen in time, my love, I promise,” she ran her hand across her belly, her skin completely naked underneath the wrap dress she wore. “In fact,” she untied the side and pulled the dress open. “That’s why I’m here.”

Gale let out a loud gulp, looking her over. She was completely nude aside from some thigh-high stockings. She’d been wearing them more often to keep her blood circulating better and increase their chances of pregnancy. “My basal temperature is ideal right now,” she purred, letting her hand cup his balls. She kissed him again, his fingers gently sliding between her lips to test himself.

“You are indeed,” he moaned, his lips still pressed close to hers.

She shut the door with her tail and locked it before slipping her dress off completely. Gale slid all the papers to one side, clearing a space on the desk of them. Syma fell to her knees, reaching up to undo his pants and put her mouth around his cock straight away. She pulled them completely off after removing his shoes, but didn’t bother to remove to remove his socks or garters. She gave one of them a playful snap before setting her tongue to getting him hard as soon as possible. It didn’t taste long for her to taste his pre-cum. She seemed content to suck him for a bit, but he gently pulled her face away with her horns, looking desperately at her. “There’s sperm even it that,” he groaned, picking up her hips. “Let’s not waste a drop.”

It took only moments for him to slip inside her, his glasses slipping down a bit as he eagerly thrust into her. He hugged her close, wanting this to feel as intimate as possible despite their analytical nitpicking trying to conceive. “Mmmm yeah, Gale, just like that,” she moaned into his shoulder. “Get that cock deep inside.”

He shifted a little, hooking the back of her knee with the top of his thigh and firmly planting his foot on the desk so he could penetrate her deeper. She moaned even louder, his hard thrusts vibrating against her clit and driving her closer to climax. “Oh…hhhhnnn…Gale,” she cried into his neck, her legs kicking wildly as she came.

“Mmmmmphhh, my love, I’m so close,” he groaned.

He shifted again, climbing completely onto the desk so he could lay her down and tilt her hips up at the ideal angle to hold his seed. He pounded her for a few more thrusts before spilling inside her, moaning loudly. They slowed their breaths together, smiling warmly at each other. She held her knees up, supine, in the ideal position for impregnation. “Now don’t move a muscle,” he whispered softly, conjuring a Mage Hand. He slipped his cock carefully out of her, using the Mage Hand to plug her back up and keep his cum inside her.

“How long do you want to stay…uhhhh, stay like this?” She gasped as the Mage Hand began to stimulate her clit.

“Each contraction of your climaxes will help…so until I’m finished with these papers,” he grinned widely.

[loveandthings11]

How Deep My Love Goes, Chapter 2

Read on AO3 l Chapter 1

Roses

He’s talking low in her ear.

He’s talking low in her ear.

“Do you know how much I missed how you feel?” She’s inhaling him like a drug as he collapses on top on her. “I’m fucking obsessed with you,” he whispers. “That was fucking amazing.”

She smiles into his skin. He can feel it with the lights off.

“Mmmm, I definitely missed you… and your talents.” He’s been starving for her compliments and feels like he’s high again when she gives them. He smiles and looks into her eyes like that’s where the truth is. 

“Oh, yeah?”

She holds eye contact while she pulls him closer.

“Oh, yeah,” she whispers as she kisses him, deep and messy, the way they only do in the dark.

They lie there in the quiet while their breathing slows. He kisses her shoulder and she closes her eyes. This is how it should be, how it had felt on their wedding night. They’d been safe and warm and listening to the waves outside. 

After a few minutes she feels his energy shift and knows the worries of the last day are pulling him away.  He moves to lie on his back and pulls her onto his chest. She knows what he’s thinking.

“Your dad’s going to be okay,” she says quietly, reaching up to give him a hug. He nods, but he’s not convinced.

Right now he’s trying to fill shoes that he fears are far too big. She wishes she could take away the heavy pressure on him from all sides. She’s never understood how he could do it. Logan never lets go of his son’s mistakes and he makes sure no one else does, either. He piles on constant reminders of the past.

She moves up so her face is next to Kendall’s. He’s staring at the ceiling and she gently places her hand on his face, guiding him back to look at her. Connection.

“You can do this,” she says. She’s the only one who’s ever said it to him, and it’s nice to hear a good answer to the question that’s been haunting him for 20 years. Once in a while, her words get through the ocean of doubt he lives in. Right now, he just wants to forget.

He rolls her over and brushes his lips over the soft skin on her neck. It sends tingles all over her body.

“Don’t you have to go to work at some point tomorrow?” She asks coyly.

“Fuck being CEO,” he mutters into her, kissing down her collarbone.

“Fuck being CEO?” The phrase is so absurd she can’t help but start laughing. He gives her a devious glance from his lowered place on her chest.

“I can’t go in. I can’t keep my hands off you that long.”

“Clearly!” She almost forgot how insatiable he is. His hands start wandering further. Electricity in the dark. She squeals as he touches a ticklish spot and it’s enough to make him need all of her right this second.

“That’s it,” he says. He locks his lips onto hers and slides the two of them back into the place where nothing else exists.

…………………………….

It’s early when she wakes up and light is streaming in through the curtains, all white and to the floor. He’s sleeping snuggled up next to her, curled into her with his hand on her heart. He must know it’s home, he’s always lived there. He’s breathing softly, finally feeling some peace. She smiles at him even though he doesn’t see it, and she thinks maybe everything else can wait.

He stirs and she wraps her arms around him. It’s the first thing he feels that day. He takes a breath and wonders if it’s the same dream he’s had before. It’s a hard one to wake up from. Her hand slowly rubs his back and he feels the ring on her finger. She hadn’t wanted to take it off last night. He inhales the scent of her skin. It’s real.

He opens his eyes and sees her soft smile, looking right at him. Sometimes you do get exactly what you want.

“Good morning,” she says to her husband. Her husband. It’s the first time they’ve been able to relax in forever. She loves the look he’s giving her. She loves all the colors in his eyes. 

The world is still for a few minutes. Maybe an hour. Time slowly enters her consciousness.

“You know, we might have some visitors soon,” she says with a knowing glance. They share the sweet moment before he reluctantly untangles himself from her arms, reaching for his t-shirt on the side of the bed. He’d tried to put it back on last night and she’d shaken her head, pulling him back to her and bringing out that little bashful smile.

She slips on her silk robe from the chair and sits back down next to him on the bed. The fragrance of her fresh roses floats through the air. She wonders if he remembers they’re the same as the ones that surrounded them when he proposed all those years ago.

He gets up and goes into the closet. There’s no way but he has to check. Folded up on a top corner shelf are his old Harvard sweatpants, hiding from everyone but her. He puts them on and walks out to show her what he found, giving her that self-satisfied look that makes her bite her lip.

“I knew you were pining for me.” He looks so annoyingly pleased with himself and she tries to roll her eyes but smiles against her will. He nods. “Yeah, I knew it.” She’s shaking her head and trying not to laugh. “The photo, the sweatpants, what else did you- did you have a stash of my voicemails that you’d listen to at night? A collection of my shirts you would sleep with?” He can’t remember the last time he had this much fun.

“You thought of that really quickly, Ken, I think you might be projecting,” she laughs. He gets closer to the spot she’s sitting on on the bed.

“Yeah, don’t try to toss it back. These were in your closet.”  She looks up at him, her favorite memories falling back into place.

“You live here again now, remember? So, actually, it’s your closet too.” He takes a second to take that in and blinks, smiling at her as that hits him. Maybe enough time has passed. Maybe she really has forgiven him.

They hear the patter of little feet coming down the hallway and she stands up, walking toward the door.

“You ready?” She asks. He’s never been so ready.

She opens the door a crack.

“Hi, you two,” she says happily. “I have a surprise for you!”

The anticipation is killing him.

“What, what??” Sophie asks excitedly.

“See for yourselves,” Rava says, swinging the door open. Their faces light up.

“DAD!” Sophie yells, running full speed and flinging herself at Kendall, hugging him with all of her might. He’s got his arms around her in one second and he looks so happy that Rava might cry. She walks with Iverson over to the side of the bed. Kendall sits down with one arm still around Sophie and gently puts the other one around him. 

“Hey, buddy!” He says to his son, studying his face and glad to see him grin. Iverson looks back at his mom. Rava gives him an encouraging smile.

“Your dad’s going to be moving back in with us,” she says in an excited tone, and Kendall watches Sophie’s eyes widen. It seems like it’s really happening but it’s still hard to believe it could be this simple. 

“Really??” Sophie asks, totally amazed. It’s just what he’d been hoping he’d get to see. “So you’re in love with each other again?”

They laugh to themselves.

“That’s right,” Rava’s relishing being able to take back the separation talk she’d had to give the kids by herself and lingering in exuberant eye contact with him over the kids’ heads.

“I thought you said love doesn’t come back,” Sophie says innocently, still smiling and gazing at her mom. Kendall’s eyes are gone in a second, staring straight down at the comforter.

Rava can barely look at either of them. It makes her queasy that Sophie remembers the awful thing she’d managed to say the day she had flown back from dropping him off at the treatment center and ending it all, when all her hopes were gone and she didn’t know if she’d ever get to touch him again. She summons the will to speak.

“…But sometimes, honey, you get very happy surprises. Dad is back!!” She exclaims, trying a little too hard to bring the excitement back. Sophie smiles, satisfied with the answer and content to cuddle up to her dad. He’s here and that’s all she needs to know. Kendall focuses on the bed and leaves his arms around her and Iverson for a minute.

“Okay, time for school,” he says for the first time in too long, feeling out of place.

“Okayyyyyy,” both kids grumble. Sophie bounces off the bed, knocking the nightstand and making the vase of roses wobble. The kids head out of the room and back down the long marble hallway to get ready.

Rava closes the door and dreads turning around. She can feel his eyes on her. She tries to look at him.

“You said that to her, Rava?“ his voice is dark and sad and she wants to rewind by 5 minutes. She’d almost made herself forget what happens when he thinks she’s against him. She squeezes her eyes shut.

“It was the day I got back…”

She glances up at him. He has that terrible mixture of hurt and anger all over his face. She takes a deep breath.

“I dropped you off, and when I got home, she asked me when you were coming back.” She hates every word that’s escaping her mouth. “She wanted to know when we would be together again and I had to figure out how to explain that we… I didn’t want to give her… false… hope.“ She’s staring down at the floor. This is the opposite of what she wants to do. She’s so tired of ugly truths.

He wishes he were anyone else. The guilt and shame are twisting him into knots of tension. She wants to smack herself. They can’t get stuck here.

“I’m really sorry, Ken. I didn’t think she’d remember.”

“Well, she does, though.” Everybody does. He scoffs. “Is that what you think about this, really? You and me. It’s not even possible? What is this, another fucking… one-night flirtation, and it’s just nothing?” He’s searching her face. She winces, shaking her head vehemently and trying to find words. “I mean, I mean what else did you say to her? I thought we agreed that they weren’t supposed to know about all our shit. There are supposed to be- like, two people who don’t fucking think-“ 

He shakes his head. Her stomach is grabbing itself. She didn’t miss this part.

She hesitantly walks over to the bed and puts her hand on his shoulder. He leans away and she can tell he’s sinking.

Everything is breaking in his head. He’s the reason Sophie doesn’t get to be a kid. They probably know about all the worst things he’s ever done, just like everyone else. Rava gave up on him. Love doesn’t come back. She’d wanted to separate. She still looks at him and only sees white lines. It’s all spiraling down the drain. His dad is dying in the hospital and he doesn’t trust him to follow in his footsteps. He’ll never be CEO, his siblings will never respect him. They think he’s a joke, the shareholders are running to sell with him in charge. Everyone looks at him and sees one-time potential that came to ruins, reduced to nothing but dust.Powder. The weight of it is crushing him.

“I really should’ve known better.” He stands up and looks around for his things. He thought he was finally getting there with her.

Her heart is pounding like it used to toward the end when she got scared she was losing everything every time they fought. It’s only been a few hours. This can’t happen.

“Don’t say that,” she pleads, catching up to him and taking his hand. He stops walking and extricates it from hers. He hates that he’s ruining this but he can’t make it stop. 

“You can’t do this now,” she starts panicking. “We just told them-“

“Yeah, we just told them we’re back together and I found out my nine-year-old daughter thinks that’s impossible because that’s what you fucking told her.”

“Ken, you don’t get to criticize everything I’ve done, I didn’t mean it when I said that and you’ve barely even been here since then!”

He’s silent.

She regrets it immediately. Dredging up the past is not the way to the future. It’s old news now. She has to stop saying things she doesn’t mean to say. She drops her head back and closes her eyes for a second.

“I didn’t-“ she sighs. She wants to tell him that the anger was only covering the sadness. “It felt like a miracle when I could get out of bed back then,” she says, quietly this time. He knows the feeling. 

“That’s not what I think now. I meant what I said last night,” she says, holding up her hand to show him the ring. Things were so good 10 minutes ago, 6 hours ago, 14 years ago.

“Right. Sure.” Of course she’ll never stop seeing him at rock bottom, it’s where everyone sees him. His dad, the shareholders, the only one who used to believe in him… He wishes he could have another chance at all of it, but suddenly it feels too far gone. “I’m sorry for… everything. I should go, you know… Dad… and I have to figure out this buyout, so…” he trails off, stepping over to where last night’s pants are lying on the floor. Probably should’ve picked those up before the kids came in- one more mistake.

“No.” She’s borrowing his mask of strength, blocking his way. She has to save this. He’s overreacting, he’s so worried about how he’s seen. It’s so far in the past now. That terrible phase is over now, it can be good again now. It can’t fall apart, it can’t all disappear again. She can’t go through that again, she can’t explain it to them, she wouldn’t make it this time. She can’t smell the roses on this side of the room.

She tries again. “You know, the kids don’t know about- the other stuff. Their rooms are still full of legos and Barbies. They’re still kids. It’s not too late.” She really looks at him. “It’s not too late.”

He wants to believe her more than anything. He misses when she was just in love. She has to see he can be better this time. It’s only been a few hours, how could she already be thinking about the worst day they ever had? She probably sits with the kids and talks about it all the time. He’s focused on not letting her see the tears forming. He’s gotten good at that, he thinks.

She sees his eyes instantly. It looks like he’s drowning in there. She wants to dive in and save him. She remembers this part.

“It’s been really, really hard without you here,” she says sincerely, hoping for any clue that she’s getting through to him. “I know how much you’re going through.  I’m sorry. I really don’t even think about it anymore.”

“Well,” he gets out as he turns toward the door. “It was my fault, so…”

“Ken,” her voice breaks at the thought of causing him more pain when he’s already dealing with so much right now. She wants to be his safe person, the one he can trust and the one who never hurts him. There’s a lot to muddle through, but it’s worth it to get to him. “Hey, things are different now. How hard has it been for you to stay sober all this time? You’ve done it. That’s different, and it’s great. I see that! It’s not like it was.”

“Yeah. It’s… been really fucking hard.” More than she knows. He’s still trying to hold back tears. At least she gets that he’s been trying. He looks down but he stops making movements to leave. He doesn’t know which way to go.

She’s still worried, looking around for any possible way to go back in time by a few minutes, by years and years.

Something shiny on the floor catches her eye. Next to his pants is his wedding ring, flung out of the pocket in a moment of wild passion the night before. Just a few hours ago.

“You had your ring last night?” She asks cautiously. He still can’t look at her. He doesn’t really want to answer, but she might as well know the truth.

“I, uh… I always have it.” He tries to play it off, but he can tell that she’s struck.

“For three years?” She says, barely above a whisper.

He turns to look at her for a split second and shrugs before looking back down at the floor. She sees it now.

She pictures him putting the ring in his pocket every single morning. Keeping it with him when he’s in meetings at work, when he’s sitting in that flashy apartment meant to fill the void, when he’s riding in the car alone at night. She doesn’t even know he feels for it through the fabric every time Logan storms into his office to thunder about what stupid thing he’s done now.

She misses him even though he’s right in front of her.

She doesn’t care if they’re fighting. She needs the distance between them to go away, right now. She knows he’ll stay if he can feel how much she needs him, how close she wants him. She takes his hand and guides him back toward her, tugging a little when he doesn’t respond right away.

“Come here,” she practically begs him.

He feels like maybe he shouldn’t let her do this, but he can’t bring himself to move away. He takes a step toward her and she presses herself into him. His need for love is overpowering and she’s exuding it, sending it right into him, right through the wall he just put up. She wraps her arms around him and he closes his eyes and rests his head on her shoulder. She breathes a sigh of relief.

There’s too much being sloshed on him at once and he doesn’t know if he can handle it. He wonders if she’ll ever be able to go a day without remembering his most shameful moments, wonders if anyone will. He wishes he could undo all of it, wishes he could make his dad wake up. He wonders if the family breakfast he’d imagined 6 hours ago is still even possible. He wants his kids to have what he didn’t. She can feel him trying as hard as he can to stay afloat.

“It’s okay,” she whispers. He doesn’t have to hide his feelings from her. She holds him close and he tightens his arms around her. She wants to do anything to console him. He’s carrying more than the average person could even dream of and she can tell when he feels it all crashing down on him, when he can’t find the surface. But she can help him now. One step at a time. She thinks about last night.

She keeps one hand on his arm while she reaches for the ring on the floor and stands back up, slipping her arm back around him and looking into his eyes carefully. Her touch is making some of it drain away and he finally looks back and takes a breath. They were right last night. Maybe with more time she’ll see him like she did before.

“I love you,” she whispers. “Then and now.”

She slips the ring onto his finger, like he did with her last night.

“I love you, too,” he says quietly. He’s looking down at his left hand. It looks familiar. Safe. Another breath. The smell of waffles wafts through the air. It mixes with the flowers and smells sweeter. He wonders if the roses are a coincidence.

She gives him a reassuring kiss and starts gently playing with the ring on his finger. 

“So I guess you were pining for me, too.” She sees the beginnings of a smile returning to his face. “Don’t worry,” she says softly. She can’t fix it all for him, but she can tell him a good truth. “The kids will see for themselves that love comes back.”

Chapter 3 💗

A/N: Thank you @tvgremlin for encouraging this obsession 😘

[zoethespiritwolf]

I love her, damn it!

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Part 2 (Part 1 here)

Ship: Sokka x f!firebender!reader

Warnings: swearing, injuries, captive abuse, a bit of angst, but it ends well

Genre: angst-to-comfort

Fic type: Scenario

A/n: This is part 2 of the "I love her, damn it!" miniseries. Sorry that it took so long and I apologize to those who have sent in their requests. I've seen them and am already working on them. You can expect them to be completed in about a week.

Other than that, I hope you enjoy and have a nice day!

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(Y/n) was sure she had lost the perception of time at this point. All the blood loss, torture, and generally not being able to see the sun in the freezing metal cell had made her head fuzzy and not being able to recall what day or time it was.

She didn't know if it was hours, days, maybe weeks, or even months since she had been captured, but it didn't really matter at this point. (Y/n)'s main goal was to survive and possibly get out of the base to safety.

Just then, (Y/n) heard footsteps outside of her cell. Rhythmic, meaning it was probably another Fire Nation soldier that had come to either 'beat the traitor' or deliver scraps of food. The firebender heard the footsteps stop near the door and the rhythmic tapping of the keypad of the side of the cell door.

When the captive heard the high-pitched beep of the keyboard, signaling that the correct combination had been entered, (Y/n) threw her head back and groaned, her bound hand tugging at the metal chains around her wrists immobilizing her.

The metal doors to her cell slid open and a cloud of mist rose from the doorway. The girl sighed and through her nose released a mist cloud similar to the doorway and swung her head back in front of her to see who had decided to come to visit her. (Y/n)'s eyes widened when she had set her gaze on the visitor, before quickly relaxing and raising her brows.

"Princess Azula," (Y/n) addressed her, "To what do I owe the pleasure that you personally come to visit a poor firebender like myself in these circumstances?"

"You and I know very well that you aren't just another poor firebender," the princess smirked in reply, crossing her arms behind her back, "You are far more important than those disposable soldiers in this base."

"I suppose so, your Highness," the captive sighed and furrowed her eyebrows when she felt her energy depleting, "However, I would be far too hopeful to think that you've just come here to talk to your old friend. What do you want?"

"Always to the point, as usual," Azula replied as her smirk widened and she turned to slowly walk around the cold cell, "But you are right. You would be far too hopeful to think I've just come to see you."

"And as to what I want," the princess continued "I want to give you a choice."

(Y/n) raised a brow in question as the corners of her mouth started to tug downwards into a grimace at Azula's speech.

"Swear absolute loyalty to me and join the Fire Nation again as a general," she proposed, "And you will walk out of this cell a free woman. I'll arrange it so that no trace of this incident ever exists, and everyone will forget that you were a traitor to your kind."

"And if I refuse?" (Y/n) asked, her eyes locking onto her former friend's own amber ones.

"You'll stay here before you will be brought out by the firing squad to your execution," Azula replied.

"So you're making me choose between two evils. Execution or you." the captive smirked tiredly as her head swayed from side to side, barely managing to keep it up.

"Precisely," the princess turned on her heel to face the captive.

(Y/n) bowed her head, making some of her stray hairs falling in front of her face as she slowly started to laugh. The girl's laughter became louder with each second and she once again tossed her head back before breathing in deeply to calm herself, a huge grin settling on her face.

"Do you really have to ask for my decision? You already know what it will be, Azula," (Y/n) leaned forward as much as her chain bound hands would let her so that she was face to face with the Fire Nation princess before whispering, "My death will at least be without much suffering."

"So execution it is," Azula growled as her grin disappeared from her face and a frown came instead. The princess looked at the triumphant grin on the captive's face before turning away and swiftly walking to the doors of the cell and walking past the guards at the entrance.

"Have the firing squad ready for her execution," Azula commanded one of the guards.

"Yes, your Highness!" the guard replied and closed the cell doors.

(Y/n) sighed as her grin started to fade away. She knew that she couldn't escape this, but in no way did the girl regret her decision. The former general was aware that Azula would exploit her and break her if she had agreed.

And then her thoughts shifted to her friends. Aang, Katara, Toph, Zuko and...Sokka.....

The memory of the water tribe boy's brilliantly blue eyes flashed in her mind, the hand he had reached out to try to help her into the escaping jeep despite their disdain for one another.

"I'll never see him again," (Y/n) sighed out as her hopes shattered, "they won't be able to come for me."

Just as her thoughts started to become deeper into the pit of memories, the firebender's ears picked up the faint sound of footsteps running and shouting outside of her cell.

"Have I really become insane now?" (Y/n) pondered as she felt faint and black spots started to appear in her vision from how tired she felt, "Am I hearing things now?"

The girl's consciousness started to flicker as she supposedly heard footsteps coming closer down the corridor. And for a brief second, (Y/n) thought she could hear Sokka shouting her name and the sliding metal door being busted open with force.

And there they were. Those same sea blue eyes she had gazed into before she had been shot at. And now those blue eyes were the last thing the firebender saw before she had blacked out.

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Sokka felt his heart stop the moment he saw (Y/n) passing out just as they had made it inside her cell. His widened eyes then zeroed on the countless bruises on the girl's body, all of them varying in different sizes, and Sokka felt his blood starting to boil.

"Toph, release her from the chains!" Zuko commanded the blind girl, making the water tribe boy snap out of his thoughts.

"On it!" the girl replied and used her metal bending to crumple the chains around the captive's wrists.

Just as (Y/n) started to fall to the floor, Sokka leaped forward and caught the passed out girl in his arms. Immediately the fingers of his right hand flew up to the left side of the girl's neck, right above an artery, and upon finding the steady beating of her heart sighed in relief.

"Sokka!" Zuko called out to his friend, "We have to go! Now!"

The Fire Nation prince had come closer to the pair and was about to grab (Y/n) out of Sokka's arms to carry, but the younger boy clutched her body closer to his.

"We don't have time for this!" the firebender insisted and reached out for the girl, "Give her to me so that we can get out!"

"No!" Sokka replied stubbornly, "I can handle this myself."

"For fuck's sake, why are you being stubborn about this!" Zuko questioned angrily, "If you give her to me, I can carry her out faster-"

"Because I love her, damn it!" Sokka yelled back at the firebender and hoisted (Y/n)'s limp body up in his arms.

Zuko's eyes widened at his friend's outburst before his brows furrowed in concentration and after a pause spoke.

"Alright," Zuko said calmly, "Get her to the Rendez-vous point. I'll cover for you. Toph, go in front of them and scour out any enemies in front of us!"

"I can feel none so far," the blind girl replied as she started running in front of the group, Sokka following shortly behind with (Y/n) in his arms.

"Hold on, (Y/n)," Sokka thought to himself as the group made it out of the building.

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A soft surface under her. That's the first thing (Y/n) noticed when she started to regain consciousness. The second thing the girl felt was a calloused hand clutching her own. A finger slowly and gently ghosted over the hand and she felt the hand tighten.

(Y/n) turned her head to the side where the hand was coming from and started to slowly blink her eyes open, squinting a bit when the hospital room's bright light burned her eyes. But nonetheless, the firebender noticed the dark skin of the hand holding her's and looked up.

The girl felt warmth spread through her chest when she realized that Sokka had come to visit her and fell asleep. (Y/n) slowly wiggled her hand out of his grasp and gently traced his face with the back of her hand, making the boy groan in his sleep and the hand clutching her's previously grabbing her wrist.

"Mmmm, what?" the water tribe boy blinked as he took in his surroundings and with sleep clouded eyes looked at (Y/n), still clutching her wrist gently.

After a brief pause, his eyes widened and a large grin appeared on his face when he had regained enough consciousness.

"You're awake!" Sokka exclaimed happily and dived in the bed to hug the girl, "Holy shit, you're awake!"

"Slow down, water boy!" (Y/n) wheezed out as she slightly pushed at Sokka's chest, "You're suffocating me!"

"Sorry!" the boy quickly apologized before looking the firebender over to see if he had hurt her accidentally.

"It's fine, I'm fine," the girl laughed and Sokka's cheeks gained a reddish tint to them.

After a brief pause, the boy shook his head, the warmth from his face disappearing before his brows furrowed and he stared angrily at the girl in front of him.

"Why the hell would you think it was a good idea to try to stop the Fire Nation soldiers on your own!" Sokka scolded the firebender, "It was absolutely reckless and stupid, and-"

"Well, what else was I supposed to do?" (Y/n) angrily replied, "Allow them to capture us all? "

"You were supposed to stay safe!" the water tribe boy pressed.

"Since when was saving the world from the Fire Nation ever safe?" the firebender questioned.

"What I meant was that you were supposed to not get hurt," Sokka explained himself, "You placed yourself in unnecessary danger and you got hurt because of it."

"Since when do you care that I get hurt?" (Y/n) tsked.

"Since I found out that I love you," the words slipped out of Sokka's mouth and the girl's eyes widened in shock.

"You.. love me?" She cautiously questioned.

"Yeah, I do," he sighed, bowing his head and waiting for rejection, "Look I know you don't feel the same way, but I wanted you to know so th-"

Sokka never managed to complete his sentence as (Y/n)'s lips locked on to her former rival's. The boy tensed before slowly relaxing and leaning into the kiss. The girl's lips started to pull back, but the water tribe boy dived back in for another kiss.

No way was he gonna let her go now.

[miyuhpapayuh]

Where You Belong.

It'd been two weeks since their breakup— if you can even classify it, as one.

Their relationship wasn't always rocky. Y'lan did everything to make sure that she was happy and taken care of and she did the same for him, but Cici began to feel neglected as time went on.

His job started to become his main focus and petty arguments became an everyday occurrence, until she got tired and moved out of his apartment, and into one of her own.

As of late, she's been enjoying being single, cumming and going as she pleases.

"So... when do I get the pleasure of seeing you, again?" Standing at the bottom of the steps, Cici and her new favorite man candy stand centimeters away from each other's lips, underneath the orange hued sun.

"Hm, you might be luckier than you think." The smitten man peers down at her, placing wet kisses on her lips.

"Mm., yo pretty ass better call me."

"Maybe I will....," she steps away from him and towards the door, her hand placed on the handle. "Maybe I won't."

"It's like that?" He asks with a raised brow.

"Always. Goodnight.," she sing-songs, unlocking the door and disappearing behind it.

Kicking her furry slides off, she sighs as the fluffy rug aides to her aching feet. Her phone starts ringing as she makes her way down the hall.

"Hello?," she answers, not even caring to look at the caller ID.

"So, you movin' on and ain't think to tell me?," Y'lan's irritated voice sounds through, causing her to roll her eyes.

"We gotta do this, tonight? I just had a great day and you're ruining it."

"Well, excuse me for being a fucking inconvenience.—"

"Yes., excuse you. You know, you got a lot of fucking nerve, calling me just to fuss at me about some shit that don't even fucking concern you.—"

"Since when does this not concern me?”

"Since your job became your whole fucking like, Y'lan!, are you kidding me?!" The huff that sounds on his end, further pisses her off.

"You just stopped caring. You were always working and always tired and I tried my hardest to be present, while you just sat there. You weren't the man that I feel in love with, anymore."

"Cici, I've been trying to apologize for the longest time, now. I know I wasn't there, like I should've been."

"Well, it's too late for that."

"Why?"

"Cause, I've been doin' this song and dance with you for too fucking long!," she leans against the wall by her bedroom. "I'm sure you out there fucking 'who knows what', so stop worrying about what I'm doing."

She hangs up and heads into her room, face planting onto the sheets and instantly knocking out.

Somewhere around midnight, Cici’s awaken by incessant banging on her front door.

"Ugh!", as she saunters down the hall, the banging grows louder, instantly annoying her. "Okay... either shut the fuck up or wait for me to open the door."

"Open it up, then." Rolling her eyes, she unlocks it and snatches it open, watching him walk in like he owns the place. Closing and locking the door back behind herself, she turns and leans against it, crossing her arms over her chest, her cleavage damn near spilling over.

Y'lan stands a few feet away from her, giving her a hard glare. "Can I help you?" She asks.

"You wanna help me understand why you hung up on me? You know I hate that shit."

"You're such a fucking baby. I didn't give enough of a shit to hear you explain whatever it is that made you act like I was no longer your girlfriend. I moved on and you should too, quit—"

"What?!," he cuts her off. She holds up her pointer finger in his direction.

"—quit!, calling me and harassing me about what and who I'm doing." His brow raises.

"Oh, so that's why you been hangin' up on me and shit. You got a new man in them walls and forgot, huh?" He strides over to her, now just a few inches from her face.

"I'm not a woman that waits. You know that. I've got needs and you weren't fulfilling them. Where's your roster of hoes at?"

"You really think I'm just out here fucking? That's all I'm about?" He questions, a crease in his left brow.

"That's how you used to be, who's to say that it still isn't?"

"Me!," he yells, pointing to his chest. "What's wrong with you?"

"You're what's wrong with me. I hate you.," she snarls, pushing him back. He grips her wrist, beaming back, this time closer to her face.

"You need that attitude fixed."

"Fix it, then."

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A thick, sticky air shrouds the two bodies inside their bedroom. Pants, moans and grunts compete against the incessant slapping of their skin.

"Fuuuckk.... you feel so damn good, baby," she moans, taking her bottom lip between her teeth, again.

"Wet ass pussy.... I should fuckin' kill you." He grunts, before wrapping his large hand around her neck, thrusting deeper into her.

"Ahn! I'm sorry!"

"Shut the fuck up." Her hand reaches out for his thigh, as he begins to hit her spot.

"Oh fuck! You're gonna make me cum!"

"Cum on this dick." Her body jerks twice, while her pouty and swollen lips allow her foul praises, through.

"Come're." Pulling her up by her hair, his thrusts pick up speed, leaving her mouth to hang ajar.

"He gave it to you like this?"

"Nooooo.... fuck!" She quietly answers, making him move his hand back around her neck, tightly.

"I can't hear you, baby.... say it again." He grunts, dipping his hips into hers.

"No, baby!"

"He make you cum like I do?"

"No— unh!" Her toes curl, feeling him slow down some to dig into her.

"Then, why you keep fuckin' playin' with me, baby?" Moving his hand up to grab her chin, he speeds back up, the clapping of their skin refills the room.

"I'm n-not playiiiiinnng!— unh!, unh!, unh!,..." her fingers grip onto the foot board for dear life.

"I'm sorry!," she cries, feeling another orgasm brewing.

"You sorry, huh?!"

"Yes!"

"You sorry for givin' Daddy's pussy away?" Her eyes roll back as every thrust begins to hit her spot.

"Fuck— yesssss,"

"For tellin' Daddy how much you hate him?" He emphasizes his pained question with a rough stroke, sending a scream through her.

"I didn't mean it, Daddy! Fuck, I love this dick!" Her head hangs forward.

"Ohh fuuccck.... aah! I love this dick, babyyy— I love you!"

"I love yo bratty ass, too. Throw that shit back on Daddy." She bounces back on his lap, feeling him throb against her.

"Feels so good, Daddy!" One hand grips his forearm and the other searches for something to latch onto.

"You boutta cum again, baby?" He taunts in her ear, slowly dragging his girth in and out of her tightening cove.

"Ffff—" her eyes roll back as her peak begins to rear its head.

"Talk to me, babygirl."

"Yes! I'm gonna cum!" Her body hunches forward as her essence drips down her leg. She reaches back for his thigh, pulling him closer.

"Don't st-stop," her top half goes limp on the bed, giving him more leverage to demolish her without a fight.

"Fuck!, I'm gonna cum, again!" Her legs begin to tremble as he third orgasm rushes through, just as quick, making way for another. She presses a hand over her clit, hissing at the overstimulation.

"–—shhhiiiiiit!" Her quaking frame almost hits the ground as she cums again. His big hands hold her up, continuing to dig into her.

"Okay, baby!..... I can't take it— fuck!, ooh!, ooh!, ooh!...." replaying like a broken record, she squeezes against him. He moans in response, stilling for a second.

"You can't handle it, huh?"

"You're killing me, baby... I need a break—" pulling her up from the bed, he presses her against the wall and wraps his hand around the front of her throat.

"You don't deserve a fuckin' break.," the venom in his speech makes her thighs clench around him. "You gon' take all this dick, you understand me?"

"Yes, Daddy,." The lust in her eyes doubles for him. She grabs the back of his head and smashes their lips together, moaning as he grips her fat ass with both hands.

Reaching between them with her free hand, she guides the head of his dick back between her slit, her mouth dropping open as he slides back inside.

"All that shit,..." he reminds her, digging as deep as possible.

"Oh shit...,—it feels so good, baby!" She wraps her arms around his neck and hides her face.

"Shit... you test my patience... all the fucking time.," he growls in her ear, causing a smile to break out on her lips.

"Only, because you let me." Laying her head back on the wall, she stares at him, biting down on her lip at the way his muscles flex.

"I got you that spoiled, huh?" He asks. She nods, closing her eyes as the pleasure begins to slowly build.

"Yes, baby." Pulling her away from the wall, he lays her back on the bed, beginning to move against her, like a serpent. Her hands latch onto his back.

"Oh!," her lips part, her moans swallowed in his many kisses. "Fuck, baby!"

"You feel me, girl?" He grunts against her lips.

"Yes... I feel youuuu!"

"You want this nut, babygirl?"

"Yesss, gimme that nut....," lifting her legs up, she grips the back of her thighs, giving him the leverage he needs.

"Unh,.... such a fucking brat." His hands fall above hers, gripping her flesh as he drives into her, madly.

"Fuck meeee!," she moans, digging her nails into his thighs.

His deep moans multiply as he gets closer, the muscles is his back working overtime, flexing underneath the streetlights outside her window.

"Shit!, I'ma bust all in this shit, you hear me?"

"Yes baby!," she screeches, clenching around him.

"Ah shit... uh! Fuck.... mmmm!," his pounding comes to an abrupt stop as his orgasm rushes through him. His head lolls back at the feeling.

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[peachsayshi]

Chapter 4 - Domain

Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Tags: Friends with Benefits, Smut, Teasing and a little bit of Fluff. 

Summary: Gojo returns from his trip, and while the two of you are hanging out you ask him to show you some of his powers. Unable to resist himself, he breaks a rule along the way.

A/N: Thank you so much for the likes and reblogs! I pretty much only have this updated on AO3 but am slowly trying to add all the chapters onto my Tumblr.

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When Gojo texted you to let you know that he was at his apartment, he did it with a devious prank in his mind. He informed you that you could let yourself in as the door was unlocked but chose to turn off all the lights and hid in one of the closets.

Then he waited.

He heard the patter of your footsteps and a soft “hello”, before creeping out from his hiding place and lightly approaching you. He was quiet enough for you not to hear him, the shadow of your frame slowing down and he could tell you were getting nervous.

She’s going to kill me, he thought to himself but refused to back out now that he had already set things in motion.

He towered behind you, noticing you freeze in place by the unknown and proceeded to wrap his long arms around your waist before pulling you into his body.

“ Boo !” he exclaimed in your ear, earning a well deserved shriek on your part.

“GOJO, YOU IDIOT!”

You elbowed him in the stomach, forcing him to let go of you as a fit of giggles escaped his lips.

You marched over to the light switches, flicking them to illuminate his large penthouse apartment and you furrowed your brows at the six-foot-three goofball who was covering his mouth to hold in his laughter.

“This is how you greet your friends after coming back from a trip?! By scaring the shit out of them?! Who the hell does that?!!”

Gojo tried to contain himself but the image of your jump scare was perfectly etched in his brain, replaying over and over again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry …” he said in between laughs, breathing in to regain control of himself. “I couldn’t help myself but you should see your face!”

“Ugh, you immature , asshole!” you grumbled, throwing the bag that you were holding in your hands in his direction.

Gojo had superior reflexes and caught it before it flew over his shoulder. He took a minute to calm himself down, extremely pleased that his plan went accordingly.

Meanwhile, you tossed your purse onto his coffee table, huffing to yourself as you plopped down on his black sofa. You folded your arms across your chest, unable to even look at him because of how irritated you were.

Gojo glanced down at the bag in his hand, the clear plastic enclosing a number of rainbow colored candies on the inside.

He bit his bottom lip out of guilt. “Okay, I’m sorry …I mean it this time…”

You scoffed, “are you? Because you still seem pretty content with what you just did.”

“I’m not going to lie, seeing you react like that was worth it…”

You scooted away from him as he took his seat next to you.

“What if you were some kind of murderer?!”

“Now why would you think a murderer would be in this apartment when I  invited you over in the first place? You’re smart, use a little logic…” he teased as he tapped your temple lightly before proceeding to open the bag of sweets.

“That’s it, you don’t deserve Rina’s candies...”

Gojo clasped his chest in disbelief, “ you don’t mean that… ”

You snatched the bag away from him, a satisfied smile spreading across your lips as Gojo frowned.

Deep down inside he was really happy to see you. Playful banter and all, your presence was the recharge he needed after his trip.

The two of you met eight years ago at Rina’s candy shop. At the time, your best friend was just starting her own confectionary business which you were helping her with by working part time while you were still studying at university. Gojo couldn’t get enough of her sweets, earning himself a reputation as a repeat customer. You and Rina constantly joke that he practically kept the business afloat during the early days.What you didn’t know is that he also had his eyes on Rina’s pretty friend. Unfortunately for Gojo, you were taken and oblivious to his advances.

He didn’t care; just because you weren’t interested in him in a physical sense, didn’t mean that you both couldn’t be friends. Gojo is the type of guy who would confidently socialise with anyone around him. He knew not everybody took to his personality, especially when the words “narcissist”, “egotistical” and “arrogant” were constantly used to describe him. You knew all this about him but still chose to maintain your friendship. How you put up with his petty behavior and childish ways often had him wondering why you stuck around but he was grateful that you did.  

After all, you were his closest friend - the only person he relied on after Suguru died.

Gojo pouted his lips, singing your name as he leaned forward to you and softening his tone. “If I get down on my knees and apologise will you forgive me?”

“Hmmm…” you pondered, “I think that’s a fair punishment and you’re buying dinner tonight, which I’ll be choosing so you can’t make a fuss about it.”

Gojo nodded his head and shifted his position to plant his knees onto the floor. He placed one hand on his chest, his other lifting up his blindfold so he was peeping at you with just one eye.

“I sincerely apologize for the hurt I caused you. Will you please, with a cherry on top , forgive this idiot who is on his knees?”

He noticed your lovely smile, amused that he was the reason behind this reaction.

“Okay, you're forgiven,” you replied, as you extended the bag of sweets back to him, offering him to take his pick.

Gojo returned to his sit next to you, his fingers dipping into the candy mix before pulling out a ruby colored square and popping it into his mouth.

“Mmmm…” he moaned, as the flavor burst along his tongue, “ this is good.. .”

“It’s a fresh batch. She made it this morning,” you replied, picking up a piece of candy for yourself. “Now that we can be civilized. Tell me how your trip went…”

The two of you spoke briefly about his trip but Gojo wasn’t eager to disclose the headache he is currently going through trying to uncover the fingers of a one-thousand year old curse. Instead he shifted the conversation back to you, asking how your morning with Rina went instead. He was only back for twelve hours before he had to leave again. The two of you wanted to see each other but agreed that you would hold off on “grabbing drinks” until he returned three days from now.

However, Gojo noted how good you looked seated right in front of him. Before all this started, you would usually show up at his place in casual clothes, paying no attention about how you looked but tonight he realized that you made an effort.  

You made an effort to look nice for him.  

He appreciated it, because the pair of denim jeans you had on fit in all the right places that he loved paying attention to. Your white t-shirt revealed a hint of the lace bralette you were wearing underneath and the man wondered if that was a deliberate fashion choice on your part just to tease him. Your lips were painted in crimson, practically forcing him to focus on your mouth. He had to remember that the rules were there for a reason. The rules ensured that the two of you maintained the boundaries of your friendship. The rules were there because you two needed to make sure that this didn’t influence your existing relationship in any way.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, but I can’t promise an answer…” Gojo cheekily replied, popping another sweet in his mouth as he grinned at you.

“Can I see your… domain ?”

“Is that supposed to be a code for my dick or something?”

You rolled your eyes at him, “you keep telling me about all these powers you have but I’ve never seen any of it.”

Gojo squinted his eyes at you, “why are you so curious about me all of a sudden?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you were asking me a lot of questions about work just now, which you usually don’t do, and now you want me to show you my skill set…”

You fidgeted in place, your fingers tapping nervously against the fabric of your jeans. “I don’t know, I think it’s weird that we have been friends for so long but I still don’t know the real you…”

Gojo paused, taken aback by your statement, “of course you know the real me.”

“Not the parts of you that you keep hiding from me.”

It’s for your own good, he thought to himself.

Gojo pressed his lips together to stop himself from saying those words.

“You already know about my Six Eyes…” he light heartedly replied.  

“There’s more to you than that! I guess I’m just curious to see what else you can do. Besides, I’m starting to come up with theories about your powers. Starting with the fact that you have to wear this blindfold at all times otherwise you’re going to start shooting blue laser beams at people.”

“No laser beams, I can promise that,” Gojo replied with a nervous chuckle.

“Then show me the you that “claims” to be the strongest jujutsu sorcerer…” you said, poking him gently on the shoulder. “I just…want to see something …”

Gojo pondered for a moment, sighing to himself as he was not quite sure what he could possibly do that wouldn’t risk putting you in danger. A few seconds passed before he stood up, taking the bag of sweets from your hand and placing it near your purse.

“I want you to stand in front of me,” he requested as he walked around the sofa and found a spot in the middle of the room.

You did as he asked and motioned your way to the position that he had requested. Gojo extended his arm out, ensuring that you were a good distance away.

“Alright, now give me a hug.”

You arched your brow, “seriously?”

“Just do it…” he insisted.

“If this is another stupid prank…”

“I swear it isn’t. Now give me a hug, I’m trying to make a point.”

You walked over towards him, taking your time until you were a few inches away from him. Your arms looped around his waist as you embraced him, but you stared up at him in confusion waiting to see what Gojo was planning next.

“Now what?”

“Okay…” Gojo placed both his hands on your shoulders, before motioning you back until you were an arms length away from him again. “Now I want you to try and push me,” he commanded.

“Push you?”

“Yes. Try to knock me down.”

You scoffed and he could tell that you probably thought he was messing around with you again. Just to play along you nonchalantly placed both your hands up and moved over to shove him, only this time Gojo did something that he’s never done in your presence.

Your eyes widened, your hands pressing into the air that was separating your touch from his body. The force like iron poured over concrete, incredibly powerful and completely protecting Gojo from you.  

“Wait… why…” you voice shook, as your frustration got the better of you. Your hands started to tremble and Gojo noticed you increasing your force as you tried to fight the barrier of his infinity technique.

“ Why can’t I touch you?…”

You were using your legs to push now, every ounce of energy going into fighting the invisible cloak that shielded him.

Gojo smirked before dropping his infinity.

You felt the barrier lift, the pressure giving way as you hurled into him. Your body collided into his, all that pent up energy crashing into the sorcerer as you fell onto the ground. Gojo braced your fall but your face was planted into his chest and your arms lay flat on the ground besides him.

“Are you okay?” he asked, a hint of worry in his voice.

You gathered your senses, pushing yourself until you were sitting upright to face him. A puzzled look masked your face as you patted Gojo’s chest lightly before clutching shoulders and massaging your hands down his arms. “I can touch you now!  How…how did you do that?…”  

Your gaze lifted to meet his own both shocked and amazed by what just happened.

With his blindfold on you couldn’t tell that he was looking at you with wonderment.

Gojo straightened his back so that the two of you were facing each other. You shifted your legs, adjusting your position so you were straddling him. Your hands were still pressing his arms, gripping onto them as if you were trying to prove to yourself that you were indeed touching him.

“You asked me to show you something. So I did...” he said with a shrug.  

“Was that your domain? Are…are you the domain?!”

Your innocent question made his heart swell, and a laugh escaped him.  

“That’s not how it works! It's more complicated than that but this is just one of my techniques that I use to defend myself.”

“That’s… pretty cool …”

“Does it satisfy your curiosity?”

“A little.”

Gojo felt you finally let go of him. He glanced down to stare at your hands which were slightly red. He winced at the sight, bringing his fingers to wrap around your wrist as his thumb circled the center of your palm.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, this is from smacking the floor when I tripped.”

“Technically still my fault, I should have warned you that I was going to drop my infinity…”

“When I tried to push you it was the weirdest sensation. Like, I was touching something but feeling absolutely nothing at the same time. Has anyone ever broken it? Your infinity?”

“You forget I’m the strongest,” Gojo smugly replied, “nobody can touch me unless I want them to.”

You hummed to yourself but Gojo could see that you were lost in your own thoughts. You took his statement into consideration but he could tell you still had more questions you wanted to ask.

“Thank you for showing me,” you replied softly, choosing to let it go for now.

Your eyes locked onto his, your cheeks a little flushed when you realized how close your faces were to each other. Gojo could sense your pulse increasing, your chest rising and falling as seconds passed between you both.

Right now, all he could think about is kissing you.

His lips brushed yours, a breathless sigh escaping you as you broke the silence that hung in the air.

“ Maybe, we should order some dinner…” you suggested, your eyes shimmering with anticipation.

“That’s an idea,” Gojo murmured, his eyes from beneath his blindfold dropping to your lips.

“I was thinking maybe we can take away from that place-“

His lips locked onto yours, interrupting your thoughts as he gave in to his desire. His hands moved to your hips, tugging you forward against him so he was holding you closer. He bit your bottom lip, before licking it and sliding his tongue into your mouth. Completely entranced by what he was doing, he didn’t notice your hands trailing up his chest until it circled around his neck. This kiss was different, slow and passionate as Gojo took the time to explore your mouth. The taste of sugar dance across your tongues as he deepened the kiss, and he could feel himself getting hard as your chest rubbed against his. One of his hands snaked it’s way up behind your back, tangling his fingers in your hair. His other hand began lifting your tee from the front, sliding underneath it as he slowly began rubbing the flesh of your midriff. You broke away from him, taking a second to catch your breath as you pressed your forehead into his and hoping to calm things down before they escalate.

“We shouldn’t…we said we weren’t going too…”

“You’re right, we probably should stop…” Gojo agreed, but his lips spoke otherwise as he returned a kiss instead.

“ Satoru… ” you whined, but he could sense the heat between your legs as your hips naturally bucked into him. “We said we wouldn’t…not tonight..”

“Then tell me to stop.”

“What about the rules…”

“Tell me that you want me to stop, and we can go back to what we were doing.”

His lips trailed to your neck, where he nipped and sucked at your skin with every intention of leaving a mark.

You whimpered, tilting your head instead and giving Gojo better access to continue what he was doing. Your silence spoke volumes and gave him the consent he needed to continue.

“Rules were meant to be broken,” he whispered in your ear. “And tonight, sweet girl, you’re all mine …”

- CHAPTER 5: EDGE - 

[fific7]

Evil Twins - Part 3

Billy Russo & Aleksander Morozova x Reader

Summary: When two worlds which have already collided then collide with yours - that’s an explosive situation.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly a mix of fluff and angst with quite a lot of lemon zest 🍋 My Fantasy Punisher/Shadow and Bone crossover AU.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Slightly questionable consent to begin with. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My photo edit)

Your head bumped slightly against the corner of the kitchen cupboard and this brought you back to reality. What did you think you were doing? You pushed Billy away roughly and stepped quickly away from him. He looked bereft but you ignored that, saying, “Okay, Billy - enough. I don’t know what I was thinking!” You picked up some of the crockery and went to the dishwasher.

Billy lounged back against the sink, arms crossed, long legs spread, contemplating you.

“That you were enjoying it?”

You huffed, “So what if I was? But it really wasn’t a good idea.” He smirked, “You don’t really believe that.” He pushed himself off the sink unit and headed back to the living room, saying over his shoulder, “To be continued, sweetheart.”

You clattered the dishes around, loading the dishwasher and mentally beating yourself up for giving in to your baser instincts, when you heard Aleksander’s voice in the other room.

“What are you looking so pleased about?” You heard Billy make a relaxed stretching noise like a cat, and you could visualise him doing just that.

“Oh I dunno. What could I possibly be looking pleased about, huh?” “You…!” shouted Aleksander, and then you heard scuffling noises so you rushed through there. As you’d feared, Billy and Aleksander were rolling around on the floor, grunting and trying to punch each other’s lights out.

“Stop it!” you yelled at the top of your voice, but they ignored you. So you waded in, trying to separate them without success. Eventually you took to landing punches on them yourself. Both of them stopped wrestling and looked at you in surprise, and you took this opportunity to yell at them, “Get up! Stop this right now and get up!”

You all unentangled yourselves, standing up and rearranging clothes. They sat down on a sofa each, while you stood there glaring at them like a headmistress, arms crossed. “What is it with you two?! You’re like a couple of stags butting heads! And I’m not talking about your stupid amplifier!” you yelled at them and glaring at Aleksander. The two of them mumbled under their breaths and you said loudly, “What? What was that? It better have been ‘we’re sorry we make you act like our mum’ or something like that!”

They both laughed, exchanging glances, and you snapped, “This is no laughing matter! I’m sick of it. It’s like having two children around the place.” Billy composed his face into a serious expression, saying, “Sorry, sweetheart. But you must know that a mother’s the last thing we think of you as.” Aleksander nodded, “For once I agree with that idiot.” He looked intently at you, “We both want you, so that’s never going to end well.”

You felt your face pink up, “I’m not some snack to be fought over!” “Course you’re not, sweetheart,” soothed Billy, “but this idiot thought I’d slept with you so he lost his cool.” “Did not!” roared Aleksander, then his head swung to you, “You didn’t, did you?” “No I did NOT!” you insisted. “But she did kiss me,” smirked Billy. Outraged, you screeched, “You kissed me, if you recall!” Billy just kept on smirking and Aleksander launched himself across the coffee table, grabbing Billy by the throat and hissing, “Just as well for you I can’t use the Cut right now!”

“Oh for god’s sake,” you said, “just stop it, will you?” Aleksander stood up, huffing and smoothing down his t-shirt, sitting down on the other sofa again. “What’s the Cut?” queried Billy. “You don’t wanna know,” you said, “now I’m going to put the TV on for you children because I need to do some housework.” You heard a chuckle from Billy, “Yeah! You could put on a maid’s outfit if ya like?” You flipped him the middle finger, switched on the TV and went back into the kitchen.

You could hear a rumble of voices from the other room, and just hoped that war was not about to break out again. What the hell were you going to do about this situation? You had the feeling it was building to boiling point.

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When you emerged a little later having seen to your domestic tasks, you found the two of them sitting on the floor with your old Monopoly set open in front of them. Aleksander was poring over the instructions and they both turned towards you, “How d’ya play this?” asked Billy. You stared at him, “Now him I could understand but you? You’ve never played Monopoly?” His face fell and he shrugged, “No, they didn’t have it in the orphanage.” Immediately you felt terrible and you’d already said, “Oh I’m sorry, Billy,” before your brain caught up with your mouth and you added sarcastically, “I should’ve known you wouldn’t have had it in your fictional orphanage in your fictional childhood.”

His big dark eyes gazed up at you, “Might be fictional to you, sweetheart but it wasn’t to me.” Now you felt bad again, holding up your hands, “Okay, okay - I really am sorry, alright?” He nodded, looking back down and fidgeting with the little dog and top hat tokens. You joined them on the floor, “You two really want to play?” They solemnly nodded, so you whipped the instructions out of Aleksander’s hands, “Okay, I’ll explain it to you.”

Twenty minutes later, Aleksander huffed as he got sent to Jail again, reached over and grabbed a load of Billy’s houses and hotels and dumped them on his own squares. “That’s you all over, isn’t it?” sneered Billy, “you’re a loser but you can’t stand it so you just grab what you want, brother!” “Oh and you don’t, hmm brother?!” snarked Aleksander.

“Billy, Aleksander!” you yelled, then in your wisdom decided to add, “in fact I’m going to call you ‘Aleks’ as your full name’s too much of a mouthful for when I’m yelling at you!” Aleks grinned at you, “Or when you’ll be screaming it in bed.” Billy eye-rolled, “Like that’s ever goin’ to happen!” “Just watch!” “I don’t go in for watchin’!” “Well, that’s all you’re going to get a chance to do, little brother!” “Little brother!?? You were definitely second - after me!!”

By now, both of them had jumped to their feet and - surprise, surprise - were nose to nose.

You cradled your head in your hands. This was purgatory.

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She’d retreated back onto the kitchen to make another pot of tea, and peace had temporarily broken out between the two warring parties.

A discussion had begun, with Billy starting it off. “She’s gettin’ really pissed off with us.” Aleks nodded, “Yes, I know.” “So what’re we gonna do? She can’t exactly throw us out I know, but I’d like it better if she was lookin’ at us with somethin’ other than disgust.” Aleks nodded, then - quickly looking round to check she was still out of earshot, “Ah… I suppose we could share?” Billy’s head shot up, eyes staring into his twin’s, “Ya what?” “Share. We could share her. Separately… or together.”

Billy’s mouth dropped into an ‘O’. “Share,” he repeated, then again, “share? D’you think she’d go for that?” Aleks nodded. “She likes us, I can tell. We both like her, and that could be a problem - well it has been, hasn’t it? - but if we play it right, I’m pretty sure we can charm her into bed with both of us.”

Billy and Aleks sat looking at each other, satisfied little smiles on their faces.

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Unaware that you were now the object of a peace treaty between the twins, you experienced some deja vu when carrying the tea tray into the living room. Both of them were sitting on the one sofa again, gazing up at you with unreadable expressions in their eyes.

You had the nastiest feeling that you’d missed something important while you’d been in the kitchen making tea. What had the two of them been cooking up between themselves? You plonked the tray down on the coffee table and looked at them suspiciously.

“What’re you two up to?” They shook their heads, innocence radiating off them, “ Nothing!” they chorused. Billy continued, “We just decided that we better stop pissin’ you off so much.”

You beamed at them, “That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day!” You missed the significant looks exchanged between the two men as you placed the cups of tea in front of them.

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The rest of the afternoon and evening passed relatively peacefully, with only a few minor skirmishes between the two of them about whatever film or programme you’d put on to watch. And much to your surprise, you realised that they’d actually stopped arguing themselves without you having to step in. Well, that was an improvement at any rate.

For the evening meal you’d rustled up a ragu sauce, and as you didn’t have any spaghetti left you had to use farfalla. So sue me, you thought. Along with some garlic bread you’d heated in the oven, you dished up three portions and then pulled down your space-saving kitchen table, which folded up into the corner of the room when not in use. You got three chairs out of your walk-in cupboard and set them up round the table. “Dinner!” you yelled, and two tall figures came piling into the kitchen. “Mmmm smells great, sweetheart,” schmoozed Billy, sitting down and looking over to where the plates were on the counter. “It does, moi krasivyy,” said Aleks, not to be outdone.

You brought out three bottles of beer from the fridge. You’d almost got over the way food and drinks just replenished themselves as soon as you used or consumed something. Setting them down on the table, you popped the tops off them with the bottle opener and slid one in front of each of them. You noticed they were both looking at you with what could only be described as ‘heart-eyes’, and you squirmed uncomfortably under their gaze. “What’re you both staring at?” you demanded. “Perfection,” said Aleks. “Gorgeousness,” smirked Billy.

After the food had been eaten and beer bottles drained, amidst more effusive compliments about the meal the twins jumped up from the table and said that you needed to go and relax while they washed up the plates. “Thanks for offering, guys, but that’s why I’ve got a dishwasher.” “Well, we’ll load the dishwasher then,” insisted Billy. He took your arm and led you into the living room, “Sit down sweetheart, and just chill while we do the work now.” He gazed at you, and you saw that look in his eyes again - as if you were some kind of earth-bound angel or something.

Right! you thought, just what are these two up to???

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You sighed, leaning over and switching off your bedside lamp. The book you’d been reading wasn’t turning out to be quite what you’d expected. You’d hoped for a bit more… well, raunchier content, not to put too fine a point on it. In that respect, a nun could’ve read it and wouldn’t have blushed.

You’d wondered if you should read a fanfic or two instead - Billy Russo or The Darkling ha ha ha - but then you’d remembered that your wifi and mobile data weren’t working due to this ridiculous situation you found yourself in, so obviously whatever force controlled this… this portal?…didn’t want you contacting the outside world.

You’d fallen asleep quite quickly, laughing to yourself as you did that children were extremely tiring.

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The dreams began shortly afterwards, and they were much more vivid than usual.

Your quilt was folded slowly back off you - the rush of cold air was distinctly noticeable - and your top and sleep shorts were peeled off you. You heard deep sighs but you didn’t know who’d made them. Then you were gently rolled onto your back, and you were aware of your mattress dipping down on both sides.

You felt warm skin against your whole body - it almost felt like you were surrounded - and it felt so good that you smiled.

“See! She’s smiling, I told you she’d be fine with it.”

In your dream your brow wrinkled, she’d be fine with what? And who said that?

You felt a tongue lick one of your nipples and a hand squeezed your other breast and then switched - the other nipple was licked, the other breast was squeezed.

You sat bolt upright in bed, and that’s when you realised that you were in fact wide awake.

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In the dim light coming through your gauzy curtains, you could make out two pairs of dark chocolate eyes staring into yours.

“Darling,” said Aleks.

“Sweetheart,” said Billy.

“You fuckers!” you screeched, looking down at your nude body and trying to cover up the relevant bits with your hands and by crossing your legs.

“Too late,” said Billy, giving you a small smile and nodding at your hands which you were still moving around to try and give you maximum coverage.

“We’ve had our hands and mouths on you already,” agreed Aleks.

“Yes and without my permission!” you snapped.

Billy reached across and put on the light. You jumped, feeling like you were under a spotlight, moving your hands about even more frantically. Then Billy’s hands were pulling yours down and away from your breasts.

“Hey!” you yelled at him, and tried to pull your hands out of his but he wouldn’t let go and he was too strong for you.

Now Aleks did his bit, pulling your raised and crossed legs down onto the bed, parting your thighs in your sitting position against your pillows, and then held your legs tightly in position on the bed.

Both men totally consumed you with their eyes, and you were powerless to stop them.

“Oh, darling… you are so, so beautiful,” breathed Aleks.

Billy whispered, “You’re stunning, sweetheart. Absolutely stunning.”

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“I can’t believe you two!” you were yelling at them, ignoring their compliments and lustful gazes, “Let me go!”

“But you know how much we want you, darling,” Aleks said persuasively.

“Just let us get it out of our systems and things will quieten down,” pleaded Billy, “well, a little bit anyhow.”

“I cannot believe you sneaked into my room!” you hissed, trying to get free from their restraining hands. “Let go of me. Now!!!”

But instead they slid you down the bed until you were flat on your back and then both heads dipped down to your neck, their mouths were on your skin, beginning to kiss and lick and suck.

“Get off me!” you snarled, still trying to get free but you were too firmly held between them - as if you were in a vice. “But we can make you feel so good, darling,” whispered Aleks next to your ear, Billy purring “Soooo very good, sweetheart,” next to the other one.

Then their attention moved slightly southwards. Billy changed his grip on your hands, grasping both your wrists in one big hand instead and pulling your arms up above your head, pinning them down onto your pillows. Aleks moved one of his legs across yours to keep you pinned, and then you saw their hands stealing onto your breasts, squeezing and kneading them before their mouths came into play. Their hands remained on your breasts but each nipple now had one of their mouths fastened onto it, and they began licking, kissing, sucking and biting until you squealed, squirming under them.

Desperately fighting to ignore how good their attentions were beginning to make you feel, you burst out, “Stop it!” but neither of them did. In fact they both stepped up their attentions, biting and licking your nipples and the skin surrounding them until you could hear yourself beginning to gasp uncontrollably.

You caught a look and a nod being exchanged between them, and both of them sat up on their knees. Billy was still holding your wrists and Aleks used one of his knees to keep your leg pinned. Unable to avoid looking at the two lean bodies in front of you, you saw two rampant cocks lying up almost against their stomachs and much to your disgust, you felt a tumultuous wave of arousal wash over you.

They are two very well-endowed boys, your traitorous mind said into your ear. And exactly the same size! - truly twins, it giggled at you. Oh shut up, you silently answered it and get me out of this situation! Of course now it did shut up.

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“Sweetheart,” said Billy, cupping your cheek and suddenly kissing you, tongue thrusting into your mouth, breaking away for a second to say, “We’re gonna take real good care of you now.” He went back to kissing you, and you heard a whine from Aleks, “I want to kiss her!” Billy sighed into your mouth and lifted his lips from yours. “Okay, bro,” he said, “all yours. For now.”

Aleks crashed his lips onto yours, his teeth clashing with yours until he calmed down a bit and wasn’t quite so desperate. His tongue slid into your mouth, not quite as assertively as Billy’s but still pretty forceful. You could hear him making little “Mmmm” sounds as he kissed you then he sat back, stroking your lips. “Taste so sweet,” he smiled down at you, “your lips are so soft.”

Aleks sat up on his knees again and as he did so, you felt Billy’s body lay down fully on top of you and he rested his hard cock just for a moment between your legs. His hands took hold of your hips and angled you upwards ever so slightly, then you felt just the head of his cock rubbing against your core. Wetness began to gather and you tutted, trying to squirm away from the insistent teasing, but Billy just chuckled and moved his cock along with you when you managed to move slightly, still rubbing at you.

Aleks’ thumb went to your bottom lip and he gently pulled it down further, opening your mouth to him. He leant over and licked both your lips, sucking on them gently then pushing his tongue inside your mouth. Now he was hovering over you, his erection brushing your lips, the tip starting to edge inside.

Okay, okay, okay, your slightly panicking brain chanted. This was happening. Really going to happen. They were both going to take you right now.

You weren’t 100% sure how you felt about it.

Angry that they were just going to have you whatever you said about it. Excited because they were both very hot, very sexy guys.

But whatever your feelings on the matter, it was inevitable - that much was obvious.

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“I promise I’ll make you feel like you’re in heaven, darling,” you heard Aleks say and then Billy chipping in with, “An’ I promise I’ll make you scream my name, sweetheart.”

You closed your eyes, waiting.

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@aleksanderwh0r3 @cleverzonkwombatsludge @s1xthirty @tartiflvtte @slythvoid @edithsvoice @paracosmenthusiast @mizelophsun11 @eroda-harry @theshadowkingsqueen @kestrafagnor @thelightinmyshadows

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[dangan-writing]

I need a n g s t

Kokichi, Nagito and Shuichi with a s/o that’s really forgiving? You could make them end up in the hospital and they’d forgive you

So what if they accidentally kill them and their s/o still forgives them?

If you want, you can do a happy ending where they live! Your choice! :)

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*__ i pick different endings if that's okay Anon, And i picked it to be in the killing game, please tell me if you want it to be changed Anon.

*__ and i apologise if it seems rushed, it's hard to write for 3 character's. And also because you were probably waiting for so long. you can still request for me to remake it Anon, don't worry ^^

*___ Tw -> Ch/king, po/soning, Ka/de, caps, violence, curse words, f/re, injuries

*___Mod Miaya___*

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*___Kokichi Oma___*

When somebody hurts you Kokichi will be fucking rude to them since they don't deserve respect since they hurted you

"Ah Kokichi! Calm down, it didn't hurt that much! I'm okay, see?" You try to move around, but gasping because of the pain "O-Oh.." "See! You got really hurt! That person is gonna get it!!" Kokichi wails "H-hey, i forgive them.. it's not like they murdered me or anything! I'm still here, with just some small injury!" You giggled "Are you that nice?" Kokichi mumbled, before getting up "Hey c'mon! Let's go to Keeboy and have fun with him!" Kokichi smiled mischievously, you laugh "let's go."

That was actually to distract you and go to the person who hurted you and prank the fuck out of the person-

He's concerned about you, i mean. A forgiving S/O? He'll be watching out the people who talks to you, he's a liar. He'll know if they're lying or not. It's impossible for them to hurt you since you have a liar by your side! Impossible he says as he didn't realize they lied in front of his face as you and the person walked away together

After a few minutes passed, he was concerned. Why were you two taking so long? You two must not have been- no, that can't be. Unless...

Shit.. he ran looking after you "S/O!!~ where are you?~ we better not play hide and seek! You'd know i win easily~" he tried to keep up his facade, not wanting to freak himself out... then he saw you tied up, with blood and bruises all over you, with you breathing heavily.

"S/O!" He ran towards you, not even noticing the trap beneath him. As he tried to remove the ropes around you, as he turned around, the door was closed and fire started appearing "Oh shit, t-there was a trap?" He was trying to remove the ropes but it was too tight "Aha.. Don't worry we'll get out of h-here S/O! And we'll get that bastard later for doing this to you dear!" He started to breathe heavily, some smoke blocking his vision. He started to grow weaker "H-ha.. S/O i'm t-truly sorry.." he passed out, luckily people started to bust the door open. The people.. Gonta, and Kaito. With Tenko and the other people "S/O, KOKICHI!" Gonta yelled "Is there any water to put the fire out?" Tenko asked, she doesn't even care if the males save them she just wants them to be saved "I have it here!" Kaito yelled holding some fire grenades with him, he passed the fire grenades to everyone and they started to throw it in the fire

After some minutes, the fire stopped. The others rushed in there finding you two, they picked you two up and put you two in the dorms, Kirumi offered to heal you two. 1st degree burns.. a lot of bruises and blood on you. It took you two two days to wake up.. Kokichi woke up first "nghn.. uh what happened?" Kokichi asked, confused before realizing "ah!- is S/O okay! They better be okay!" Kokichi pouted, looking at Kirumi "they're okay, they just needed more rest then they'll be fine, no need to wory Kokichi. I attended to their injuries quickly after everyone pulled you two out of the fire, they are right next to you Kokichi." Kokichi looked next to him to see you beside him resting peacefully "oh damn, nishishi~" Kokichi looked at Kirumi "Can you leave? I have something to do, like a leader would do!" Kokichi just want to cuddle you actually. Kirumi did as he said, but she knew that he wanted to cuddle you after seeing you there beside him, she smiled.

Cuddling..

After some cuddling you woke up aswell due to his constant moving

"Mmmm Koshi..?" You groaned, half asleep. You rubbed your eyes for a bit "Heeeeey your awake noow! You take too long to wake up!" Kokichi childishly pouted, it's too adorable to be guilty with it, you laugh "That's not going to work in me, that's too adorable y'know?" Kokichi tried his scary face, it's a little intimidating. But it's still cute "still cute-" "Man can't you be scared of me!?" Kokichi cried out! Shaking his arms like a child

After you two were okay now, everyone besides one was trying to find the person who almost killed the both of you

It took 1-2 hours to find the the person who did this

It.. was Angie?

"Uhm.. Why did you try to kill S/O and uh, Ouma-san?" Shuichi asked Angie, who was tied up in a chair "Ahhh~ S/O wanted to give their blood to Atua! That's what Atua told Angie!~" Angie was cheerful as always. Almost everyone didn't believe that "Hey you almost killed me and my dearest S/O!" Kokichi wailed trying to attack Angie, but Gonta was holding onto him as Shuichi said, Angie laughed "S/O offered me some of their-" Shuichi isn't having none of it "Listen.. uhm, you almost killed S/O and Kokichi, how is that uh- related to Atua? And you started a fire for hell's sake...!" Shuichi yelled at Angie, Angie didn't smile. It sended chills on all of their spines.. it wasn't normal for her to not smile, since she always smiles. Seems like she isn't gonna talk for the time "Guys, please don't worry, i forgive her." You jumped in "WHAT? She almost killed you y'know!?" Kaito yelled "Yeah! The idiots right! Angie killed you!" "She's not dead you fuckin' brat!" Miu yelled at Kokichi "h-huh? That w-was uncalled for!" Oh dear now she messed up "W-Wai-" "WWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" Kokichi wailed, annoying the others, especially Korekiyo, Kaito, and Maki. They left as soon Kokichi started to cry, except for Kaito-

"Like i said, i forgive her. I'm still alive anyways so that's good right?"

"You forgivable cutie.." Kokichi mumbles

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*___Nagito Komaeda___*

He's a bit protective, you forgive people so easily. He doesn't mind if it's the hopeful people but, the despairful people?? Fuck no he won't let them go to you ever again, he has a quick eye. He'll catch them if they are looking at you

"S/O! Why do you forgive such despairing ugly humans, they hurted you!" Nagito spoke, angrily confused, you are filled with hope thats what he loves but you are a bit too considerate about *everyone's* feelings, even if it's a inanimate object you still refuse to break it.. you really are filled of hope.. too much hope "Huh? Why i forgive people all the time? Uhm... it's just my nature to forgive them, i am aware of how forgiveful i am. I forgive them, but that doesn't mean i like them, listen.. i forgive people but i stay away from them. I can understand when i forgive someone when they hurted me for so long, that's why you never see me with the people i know that hurted me Nagito." You try to give an explaination, of course. You know it isn't all but you decided to give an answer for him to know "S/O.. i.. i understand, how stupid am i to question such hope!" Nagito please calm down we care for you-

You saw him walking, bringing some stuff. Is.. is that poison? Spear, rope, speakers... what is he planning again? He walked inside the warehouse, you need to stop him from being reckless again. But you didn't move from your spot, you waited for a little while. Then you heard fireworks? Then.. running, everyone? They walked to the warehouse, Akane trying to bust the door open. You still stayed im your spot, trying to see if someone is doing stupid. Eventually Akane busted the door open, then you heard

Fire. What the hell? Wasn't Nagito in there? Shit.. You run in the warehouse

"NAGITO!!" you yelled, trying to get the fire canisters and threw them on the fire, it only made the fire more bigger? It's a fire canister.. isn't it suppose to put the fire out? Soon everyone moved and threw the individual fire canister's

Soon enough, the sprinklers put the fire out. You stood up "NAGITO ARE THERE!?" You tried to run in but Monokuma stopped you "Uh-Oh! Unfortuantely you can't be in here for now! Now get out so i can fix this damn warehouse!" You all got kicked out, after 6 minutes Monokuma appeared "Yahhoo, now it's finished now go in there you damn kids!" it's finally done.. honestly it felt like forever. But no time for that, you all ran in the warehouse "hmnn, i smell somethin'.." Akane's nose twitched like a beast when she said that "...That's probably because of the fire earlier.." Chiaki said, and Chiaki pointed out the there was space in the curtains from here, Hajime walked next to the curtain. You felt sick, it can't happen to him plea-

Ding dong bing bong! A body has been discovered! After a certain amount of time, a class trial will begin!

Screams, Kazuichi, Sonia.. and of course you.

You ran to his body begging that this isn't real "plEASE THIS ISN'T- ISN'T R-REAL" You sobbed, the others felt pity.. They tried to drag you away from his body, of course they did take you away from his body.

You eventually pass out from crying, too tired to investigate for the trial. They dragged you in the trial room, you wouldn't wake up so they had no choice but to drag you in the trial. Few minutes later you woke up

"N-Nagito.. set one of us as the killer..." what? Set one of us?

"Huh? What do you mean he set someone as the murderer..?" you asked in disbelief, Hajime explained what basically happened while you were asleep, you just stood there. You tried to focus, you threw a fire canister in the fire, but it only made the fire larger than before.

What...? This.. is unfair unfair- no.

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"I know who did it." You spoke, interrupting their panicking which they snapped out of it when they looked at you "You only decide to talk now!?" Kazuichi yelled, obviously scared for his life "yeah" you nod "uhm.. may i ask who it is?" Sonia nervously asked, you sighed heavily "uh, it's me."

"W-what!? That can't be true! You saved me when i was starvin'!' Akane yelled out "Huuuuuhhh!? What the hell? S/O bought you some food?! That w-wasn't supposed to be allowed-" Monokuma looked dumbfounded until he was cut off "Who the hell cares!? They still saved me.." Akane looked down, it felt like Nekomaru's death all of a sudden..

Hajime and others felt like crying, you were like a leader trying to protect them even though you forgive people too easily "..." Chiaki didn't said anything, she just looked at you. You smiled at her "Do... do you forgive Komaeda-san for what happened S/O?" Chiaki asked "of course not! He set them up as the culprit you kno-" "Yes." You answered, ignoring Kazuichi's comment "hnm, you still forgive him? After he set you up S/O?" She tilt her head "yes, i know he must have a reason. He wouldn't kill someone for his own benifit, that's what i deduced, i believe he has a reason for this. He loves hope, he thinks me as his hope. He wouldn't just throw me away without an explanation, why would he call me a despairing person? I.. yes, i forgive him.." you lowered your head, you didn't understand any of this, why would he kill himself and you?

"Alrighty! Time to vote! Who would be chosen as the blackened?" Monokuma butted in the conversation "Goodbye everyone.. please remember me and everyone in this damned killing game." You smiled, looking at everyone. You are terrified of what kind of execution you have, but you tried to forget it.

This.. is goodbye for me.

S/O has been found guilty, time for the execution!

Right.. goodbye.

I forgive you all for..

*___Shuichi Saihara___*

The same with the two guys, he'll be pretty protective of you since you are so forgiving, there's a high chance you'll get killed because of your friendly nature and he doesn't want that to happen, not ever

"S-S/O, please try to be less considerate.. N-Not that you should be r-rude to anyone! I mean.. you s-shouldn't forgive p-people that easily, even if they are s-sorry. They hurted you uhm, S/O you don't have to feel o-obligated to forgive them." He hugged you, making you feel protected. You laughed

"Ahah, Shuichi. Thank you, i understand that i shouldn't forgive people that easily but, we really are just like that. No matter how many times they hurted us we forgive them. we people, are like that." You tighten the hug, smiling onto his chest

"S-S/O!" He screamed as he rushed towards you, you choking. He didn't realize he put in the poison instead the water.

"S/O DON'T DIE YET PLEASE" Shuichi was panicking, he is gonna murder his own S/O because he was losing sleep that he didn't realize that he put poison in your drink.

'Please pleaee please please please please please please please please please please please please pleaee please please please please please please please please'

..it....

..It was too late? He looked at your dead body.

"S-S/O.. I.. I'm so sorry... i'm such a failure.." he caressed your face. Sobbing, Before.

Ding dong bing bong! A body has been discovered, after a certain amount of time, a class trial will begin!

"WH-WHAT THE HELL!?" Miu screamed out, she rushed to hide in Kaito's back "EEEEEEIIIII, POOICHI IS THE MURDERER!" "What the hell Shuichi!" Kaito stumbled back a bit. Their screams of terror alerted the others, making Kaede, with Tsumugi and Rantaro on her trail.

"H-huh Shuichi!?" "Aaaauuuhh! The killing has started! It's much more different than Sakura's death on Danganronpa trigger happy hav-" "S-Shuichi.." Kaede, Tsumugi, and Rantaro reacted altogether, Rantaro ran towards Shuichi pushing him and trying to do something so he couldn't move "Anyone here have any rope? We need to tie him up first before questioning whats happened." Rantaro stated, looking up at the others "I-I'm sorry.." Rantaro looked down at Shuichi "you will have to explain yourself later, we don't know if you are the culprit, but be honest later on aight?" Shuichi didn't reply

Korekiyo walked in the scene, with a velvet colored rope in hand "i heard that you will be needing this, and so i give this rope to you Amami-san.." Korekiyo handed him the rope " Thanks Kiyo." Amami tied up Shuichi but didn't question on how Korekiyo found the rope but he isn't complaining "Kekehehe.. it is no problem Amami-san..." weirdo..

After they tied him up, they investigated the crime scene first before talking to him because that will waste their time, as they all went to the trial grounds, with Shuichi still tied up. Kaito guarding so he couldn't run away.

"So.. Shuichi, Why did you plan on killing your S/O. Your S/O." Rantaro said. Even if he is not your S/O he cared abiut you deeply, to just see your dead body fuels him with rage "Y-yeah.. Why Shuichi, you guys loved eachother so deeply, i don't understand why you k-killed them." Kaede tried not to sob, but horribly failed "I... i-i didn't mean to kill them, i was tired, stupid.. just vote me out already, i don't care if i die." .. Nobody tried to argue against him, he already admitted it, no point of arguing anyway

"Man you guys got it right! That was boring. an accidental death! Woohoo surely they wouldn't forgive him, he killed them. They wanted to live, yet. You.. killed... them! Puhuhuhu..lets get with on it, i have a special punishment for the ultimate detective, Shuichi Saihara!" Some of the people were clenching their fists, the ultimate detective.. was going to get executed "Let's give it everything we've got! It's... PUNISHMENT TIIIME!"

...

..

.

Huh? What..

What? Why is he, in a pod? He saw someone outside of the pod..is that? No way, S/O?

You opened the pod, smiling at him "well hello there Shuichi, it's so good to see you again." You held his hand, he looked dumbfounded, soon tears started to build up "S-S/O!" He hugged you tightly, not wanting to let go "I'm s-so sorry.. i didn't mean to kill you! I-i... you can hurt me, anything to make you satisfied with what happened.." Shuichi begged you to do it.. he's sobbing, he's so sorry "it's okay dear, i know you didn't mean it! I forgive you! I don't care how many times you hurt me, i'll always forgive you Shuhara. I love you too much for me to not forgive you, or anyone." You caressed his face, smiling softly at him.

"A-ah.." he looked down before smiling, you standed up and he followed what you did "Now, let's go and watch the others now Detective Shuhara."

"Of course."

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[sirthisisa-wendys]

The General (part 5.5): Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: a negotiation goes bad, you learn a lesson from a rake, and you receive a long awaited reward. 

wc: 1.8k

tw: nsfw because nudity, adult thoughts, and maybe a little touchy-feely? 

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“Moving the camp works like this,” Kaori begins, lacing her fingers through your hair as you sit on the floor after dinner. “Master Geto will send Gojo and Haibara ahead with a modest squad. When they arrive upon a town, they negotiate with the elders. Should they agree to let us set up camp among them, Master Geto will scout out fields and open land to reside in. Usually, the village will send a peace offering and they will accept it, then Master Geto will send for the rest of the camp to join him. However, as we inch closer to the Imperial Palace… the more willing villages are to put up a fight to wait for Imperial forces.”

“And if they fight?” Kaori shudders, closing her eyes.

“Master Geto will wipe the entire village out in one night. It hasn’t happened in many months, but the last one…” Kaori drifts off, but you know what the implications were. “Anyways, you should put these on. Master Geto is waiting for you outside.” She motions toward a small pair of umanori and a hakamashita, and you cautiously pick up the white and black fabric.

“What is this for?”

“Just meet him outside when you’re done.”

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You find Geto sitting in the field where you previously watched him spar with Gojo, and as you approach, he tosses blades of grass aside and stands to greet you.

“Why are we out here?” you ask, and Geto crosses his arms over his broad chest.

“I told you I would teach you how to fight,” he laughs. “Now I’m making good on that promise. Stand tall, warrior.”

“Wait, is this really necessary?” you retort as he knocks your chin high with a finger.

“I’m going to be away for a time, and I need to know you’ll be well prepared should something happen.”

“You mean you’re not taking me with you when you go off to the next village to scout?”

“I…” he pauses, frowning. “Hold your hands out.” You do so, and he presses your palms together between his massive hands. “Feel that warmth?” You nod, feeling the spike in temperature on the backs of your hands, and he lets go. “That’s pure energy. You need to know how to harness it properly to fight well.”

“Energy?” you question, but he proceeds with his speech.

“First things first, do you know how to fight with a rake?” He hefts a rake off of the ground and tosses it at you, and you barely catch the instrument, fumbling around with the wooden handle clumsily.

“No,” you moan, and he claps his hands together, smiling in the dimming light of the sun.

“Try to swing at me with the prongs.” You swing away, trying to catch the General with the sharp end, but failing miserably as he dodges your attacks easily, sidestepping and weaving around your failing efforts.

“It’s too heavy,” you pant, feeling a dull ache in your arms.

“We won’t move on until you get me with the prongs or the sun goes down. Either way is fine with me,” he announces, and you groan, hefting the rake again.

Once the sun goes down, you find yourself on the dirt ground, face sticky with sweat and grime. Geto stood above you without so much as a scratch, hands on his hips. You look up at him in disdain, hoping that he would drop dead right where he stands, but not anticipating his next move. He hoists you over his shoulder, draping your torso across his back and your legs across his chest.

“We’ll work on this again tomorrow, little one. You gave a great effort today.”

“What does swinging a rake have to do with pure energy?” you pant, and he chuckles.

“The rake is just a tool. When you can swing it with precision, you’ll have enough strength and dexterity to handle the energy within.”

“Seriously? You had me doing arm exercises this whole time?”

“Yes and no,” Geto answers, pushing the flap of the tent open and walking inside. “But let's take a bath and go to bed. I know you’re feeling tired.” You grumble when he sits you on the bed, your entire body screaming in pain as you try to lay back comfortably.

“I suspect Kaori is asleep, so I’ll go fetch the hot water.” With that, Geto leaves, and you lay in the bed, eyes glued to the ceiling of the tent. Fighting, negotiations, emissaries… How much could you fit into a day? You long for the lazy days and nights spent reading by the window, the long afternoons that would stretch on forever while you and your mother cooked, the sound of the brushstrokes as your father worked on a painting. You long for home, and for a whole month, you’ve stuffed it down to avoid the misery. But now, there’s nothing left but the memories of how things used to be.

You don’t realize you’re crying until something wet runs down your cheek and to your earlobe, finally dropping onto the sheets beneath your head. When the first tear comes, it’s quickly followed by the second tear, and the third, fourth, fifth, until you can’t keep track of them anymore. And you’re sobbing - but it hurts to cry since you were already in pain, which causes you even more grief. You’re crying so hard that you don’t hear the soft footfalls reenter the tent, nor the sound of a water bucket being placed on the ground. It isn’t until you’re pulled up into strong arms that you realize Geto has returned, and you’re being held by him.

“Did I push you too hard?” he asks, lips next to your ear.

“N-no, no…” you choke out, trying to catch your breath. “I j-just miss... h-home.”

“Mmmm…” he hums, reaching up to stroke your hair. “You will see your home as soon as I can manage safe traveling conditions for you, little one.” You nod into his chest, the fabric rubbing against your forehead and nose. “Come on; can’t let the water get cold.”

You immerse yourself in the hot water slowly, the steam and heat rolling up your body and relaxing your frayed muscles. As you bathe behind the curtain, you hear Geto shifting about and wonder if he’s going to join yo--

“I’ll be right there to help,” he calls out, and you sink lower in the soapy water to preserve your modesty. When he appears, your eyes follow him cautiously as he sits beside the tub and gathers the soap in his hands. When he sees your submerged figure in the tub, he laughs, running his free hand through loose black locks.

“You remember, I’ve seen you completely naked before.” The mention of this reminds your ass of the punishment it received - on your first day in the camp, no less - and you grunt once, squinting your eyes at him. He dips his hands into the water, and he plucks out your right leg, smoothing soap all over it before beginning a slow massage down your calf and up to your thigh. You jolt at the contact when he reaches the midpoint between your thigh and your core, and Geto instantly lets your leg go, the water splashing on his hakamashita.

“Sorry,” he whispers, and moves to the other side, taking your left leg out of the water. When he reaches the same spot on your other leg, you don’t jolt, but you do curl your toes, your leg muscles sighing in relief as he places your left leg back in the water. Geto does the same movements with both arms, then turns his attention to your back, where you feel the most pain. You moan as he kneads into your shoulder blades, releasing tension you didn’t even know you had.

“Your hands are huge; I didn’t think you would be able to do this with precision,” you mumble and he huffs a soft laugh.

“You’d be surprised at what these hands can do.” When the double meaning hits you both, you stiffen and Geto clears his throat. “Anyways, all I have left to do is your neck, if you’ll let me.” You shake your head yes, and he runs his fingers up the sides, pressing around your trachea and spine with care. You moan again when you feel fingers dance along the tops of your ears and down your chin.

“Geto…” you breathe, and upon realising you just said his name out loud, you inhale sharply.

“I’m here,” he replies huskily, lips to your ear again. You shakily exhale, closing your eyes as your pulse quickens. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need…” I need your hands all over me. “... to get out.” You get up immediately and step out of the tub, dripping water on the rugs as you grab a towel and pad to the other side of the curtain.

What are you doing?

You firmly shake your head, knocking the images of Geto splaying you out spread eagle on the bed from your mind. You towel off quickly, dress in your night clothes, and climb into bed, pulling the sheets over your head as Geto comes around the curtain. This wasn’t the plan. Falling for your captor wasn’t in the plan.

When you peek over the sheets, you see Geto working on his maps and plans at his desk, hunched over the parchment. Whether it’s your poor judgement or impulsivity, you don’t know. But the fire inside of you quickens your exit from the bed and moves you to where he’s sitting with his back to you, the dragon on his shoulder twisting about in circles. When you stand beside the General, he looks up in surprise, his black eyes catching yours immediately.

“Y/n, wha--”

You plant your lips firmly on his, and at the contact, the pen drops from his hand and he moves to cup your face, tongue probing at your bottom lip. You open your mouth for him and feel his tongue slide inside, seeking… searching, and he brings you close enough to straddle him in his chair. When he pulls away you’re both breathless, panting softly. The evidence of his arousal is pressed against your thigh, but you can’t focus on anything else except how the kiss felt and the fact that you want to do it again.

“Y/n,” Geto whispers, touching his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. “Please, have mercy on me.”

“What do you mean?” Your fingers touch his swollen lips and he presses a tender kiss to them.

“You’re about to make me into a beggar of a man, and right now, I can’t… I can’t have you like I want to.”

“What?” Your confusion is evident, and he opens his eyes and presses a hand to your cheek.

“I should explain when you’re less tired.” He stands, still holding you against him and carries you back to the bed, laying you there with a tenderness you had never really appreciated before. When he tucks the covers around you and presses a kiss to your forehead, you realize everything will be as it should be. “Sleep now. I’ll explain everything in the morning.”

You drift off to sleep on the heels of his words.

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[itsallyscorner]

positions with chris evans (smut implicit if you feel comfortable) he is her new bf and her ex was a horrible guy. Now she is happy with Chris and is all, fluff

I haven’t written for Chris in a while now and I miss my bubba🥺 Thank you for the request lovely, hope you like it!

💌.

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a/n: (f/n) ~ friend’s name

warnings: I’m a bitch for back stories so the beginning is like long....enjoy:) also smut**

Heaven sent you to me

I'm just hopin’ I don't repeat history

You were never good at relationships. You weren’t a horrible person to date; relationships just never worked for you. One ex cheated, another drifted apart, and the last one canceled your engagement. You’ve had it rough. Though, you were confident in yourself and believed that you were an independent woman; you ARE an independent but you just needed some love. You could manage to be on your own. However, you didn’t know how long you’d last until the loneliness got to you.

You were spiraling down a hole of self pity and insecurity after your ex-fiancé called off your engagement. You’ve isolated yourself from your friends and spent more time at the bar. Not to look for some rebound but to wallow in your self pity even more. As if the world knew you needed a pick me up, you bumped into Chris.

You were in one of those lowkey bars in LA drinking a Seagrams. Why a Seagrams? You came alone to the bar which meant you had to drive yourself home. So no getting shitfaced drunk for you.

You were sitting at the bar sipping on your drink as you ate some fries. There was some random football game on the tv but you didn’t pay any mind to it. You were scrolling through your phone when a tall man sat into the seat next to you. You glanced at him, meeting his blue eyes for a second, before you looked back to your phone. Chase, the bartender, asked the stranger with the blue eyes what he wanted.

“Just a beer.” His voice was thick with hints of a Boston accent in it. His large frame settled into a small dainty chair that looked as if it were going to collapse underneath him.

“It’s pretty quiet here for a Friday night.” The man said from beside you. It took you a moment to realize he was talking to you. You shut your phone off and turned your attention to him.

“Um yeah, it’s always like that around here.” You answer with a tight smile. His face makes an “oh” kind of expression.

“Ah, it’s my first time around here.” He nods to Chase as he finally gets his beer. You nod at his answer and go back to your phone.

“So do you come here often?” You hear him ask. You sigh as you turn to face him again.

“Yeah, I’ve been going here for a few months now.”

“Alone?” He questioned you as his took a swig of his beer. You didn’t know what his deal was but you just weren’t in the mood for it.

“Yeah, alone.” You stifle a fake laugh as you turn back to your phone. He goes silent for a few minutes, making you think he was done. Until he asked you another question then another. This continued for half an hour. He asked you some random question and you replied with a short half assed answer. He just couldn’t catch a hint.

“Look, if you’re trying to get into my pants, I’m not interested.” You interrupt him as he was asking another question. A smug look made its way onto his face as he held his hands up in surrender.

“Well I wasn’t trying to get into your pants.” He started, “Something seemed to be bothering you so I thought I’d start a conversation with you and you could vent to me.” He defended himself as he shrugged his shoulders. You felt your face flush in embarrassment as guilt took over your body. You cringed at yourself and groaned into your hands.

“Gosh, I’m so sorry. You were just being nice and I had to let my ego get in the way.” You apologized as you took your head out your hands. The man chuckled as he waved off your apology.

“Nah, you’re all good. I should’ve been straight to the point.” He rolled his eyes at himself as he leaned forward.

“So, is there anything bothering you? You were literally spaced out while you went though your phone.” He crossed his arms together as he rested his head on his bicep.

“Stalker much?”

“Nah, just observant.”

“I don’t wanna waste your time.” You tell him. He shrugs once again as he leans closer to you.

“I’ve got all night. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Boy, I'm tryna meet your mama on a Sunday

Then make a lotta love on a Monday (Ah, ah)

Never need no (No), no one else, babe

The bar became a frequent meet up place for you and Chris. The first night you told him about your troubles and he listened without any interruptions, only asking a few questions here and there. The second night you learned about him and his job. Turns out he was Captain America, you still don’t know how you didn’t recognize him. Third night you guys shared an order of fries as he tried to explain a football game to you. The fourth night you listened to him talk about his anxiety and how much he missed his family. The fifth night you two finally took it to his place and spent the early hours of the morning between his sheets.

Now six months later you were still spending the mornings in his sheets but now you were his girlfriend.

The sun was warm against your back as you woke up. You could feel Chris run circles soothingly onto your back making you sigh in content. You felt him press a kiss onto your temple as he pulled you closer to him.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” His voice was gravelly still laced with sleep. You finally open your eyes and see his bright blue eyes staring down at your (e/c) eyes.

“Hey bubs.” You sleepily smile at him as you rub the sleep out your eyes and stretch. Dodger was resting at the foot of the bed, his nose bumping into your or Chris’ foot occasionally.

“You got any plans today?” He asked as he laid on his back taking you with him. You traced the Dodger tattoo on his chest as you thought for a second.

“Mmmm, not much. It’s a lazy Sunday for me.” You shrugged as you glanced up at him, “What are your plans for today?”

“Well my family’s coming over, so we might head to some restaurant and hang there.” He mentioned as he carded his fingers through your hair.

Suddenly an idea popped into your head, “Why don’t they just come over for dinner?” Chris’ head snaps down at you.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll cook and they could come over for dinner. Plus aren’t they just coming from the airport? I’m sure they’d want to be comfortable instead of going to a restaurant.” You explained as you flipped over to rest on your elbows. Chris looked at you adoringly as you waited for him to reply.

“You’d do that for me?” He asked sounding a bit shocked.

“Yeah, of course I would, Chris. They’re you’re family and you’ve mentioned that you’ve been missing them for a while. So whatever makes you happy.”

Chris says nothing before he leans forward to catch your lips into a passionate kiss. You giggle against him as he turns you over so you’re resting on your back.

’Cause I'll be

Switchin' them positions for you

Cookin' in the kitchen and I'm in the bedroom

I'm in the Olympics, way I'm jumpin' through hoops

Know my love infinite, nothin’ I wouldn’t do

That I won't do, switchin’ for you

“Chris. If— If I’m going to be cooking—“ you begin to say but Chris just keeps interrupting you with his lips. You laugh as you push his face away from yours. He opens his eyes and looks down at you upset.

“Baby, if I’m going to cook for your family, I need to start now. I don’t even know what I’m gonna make yet.” Chris hangs his head down as he huffs.

“We can figure that out later, right now I just wanna show you how much I love you right now.” He moved your hands off his shoulders and used one of his hands to hold both your wrists above you.

His pupils were dilated as he gazed lovingly at you. He turns away for a second to tell Dodger to leave the room. When you hear the pitter patters of Dodger’s nails down the hall, Chris slots himself in between your legs. He presses his hard on against your clothed mound making your breath hitch. His lips meet yours again, but this time they moved slower as if they were savoring the feeling of you against them.

You wrap your legs around his torso and push his hips down to meet yours as you grind against him. The feeling makes you moan as his bulge rubs against you. You could feel yourself starting to get wetter and wetter as Chris’ tongue slips into your mouth.

You whine as you try to get your wrists out of his grip. You bite down on his lip as you pull away to stare up at him with your hazy eyes. The action causes Chris to groan and rut his hips against you even more. You let go of his lip and kiss down his jaw to his neck.

“Take those off.” You whine as your feet kick at his boxers.

“Impatient, huh?” Chris chuckles before he listens to you. You feel his length brush up against your thigh making you want him even more.

“I want you in me, Chris.” You moan against his ear. Chris uses his free hand to remove your panties and toss them to the side. His cold fingers run past your folds as he spreads your wetness. The coldness compared to your warmth made you flinch.

“Look at that, baby. Got you all wet and I haven’t even done anything yet.” He tsked huskily as he brings his fingers with your juices to rest on your lips. You wrap your lips around his fingers and swirl your tongue around them as you taste yourself on him.

“I love you so much. Do you know that?” He asks you through gritted teeth. He takes his length and starts to stroke it. You bite your lip as you see his red tip glaring up at you. You could see the pre cum drip from his slit and onto your stomach. You take some of his pre cum and bring it down to your pussy to mix with your arousal.

“Fuck.” Chris groans as he sees your fingers scissor your folds making you writhe underneath him. Your head felt like it was in a haze as you stroked yourself while Chris sucked and toyed with you nipples. Chris began to move south but you stop him.

“Baby, as much as I would like to have you eat me out, I really need to get a head start on cooking.” You painfully tell him. You really wanted him down there but it was nearing the afternoon and you wanted to make sure the food was perfect for his family. Chris sighs knowing you’re right.

“Alright, alright. But my head’s going to be down there all day tomorrow. Wanna see you cum all over my face and drip down the sheets. You’re not gonna be able to walk for weeks.” He declares before lining himself up with your entrance. You lazily smile at him as you peck his lips.

Perfect, perfect

You're too good to be true (You're too good to be true)

But I get tired of runnin', fuck it

Now, I’m runnin' with you (With you)

“I love you, Chris.”

“I love you too, (y/n).” He says before plunging himself into you. His length stretches you out, the burn of pain and pleasure made your back arch.

You’ve had sex with Chris many times, but the feeling of him entering you and stretching you out would never get old. You loved how your walls just molded around him and how he perfectly filled you up to the brim.

He begins to move out before plunging back into you. When Chris noticed that you’ve gotten comfortable with his length his thrusts began to speed up. You moved your knees to rest against your chest so you can feel him deep inside you. His rough thrusts made your eyes roll to the back of your head as you moaned Chris’ name out loud.

“Hey, hey, no. Look at me.” He tilts your face at him so your eyes are connected. He rests his forehead against yours as his hands rest on your legs for leverage.

When he feels your walls tighten around him he brings his thumb to your clit and rubs tight circles and figure eights on it. You let out a high pitch moan as the tightness in your belly gets tighter.

“C—Chris I’m gonna cum.” You say through labored breathing.

“Yeah, I know. Come on, cum, I’m right behind you.” He tells you as he thrusts into you a few more times. Your orgasm takes over your body as you arch against Chris. He emptied himself into you, riding out his high.

The two of you laid beside each other on the bed as you caught your breath. You turned your head to look at Chris, to find him already looking at you.

“So, uh steak sounds really good for tonight.” He says making the two of you burst out in laughter.

This some shit that I usually don't do (Yeah)

But for you, I kinda, kinda want to (Mmm)

'Cause you're down for me and I'm down too (And I'm down too)

Yeah, I'm down too

The dinner went by like a breeze. You took Chris’ advice and cooked some steak and pasta. You made sure to throw in some fries and chicken nuggets for the kids.

You were now in the living room, sitting with his mom and sisters as they told you old stories about Chris’ childhood.

“I swear that boy kept me on my toes. He was a good kid but always up to something. Poor Scott had to always cover for him.” Lisa mused as she shook her head.

“Yeah poor Scott!” You all heard Scott yell from the kitchen. You all laughed as the two brothers entered the room, a bottle of wine in Chris’ hand as Scott held multiple glasses.

“They haven’t been embarrassing me too much, right?” Chris asked you as he helped you off the couch to sit in your spot. He guided you to sit on his lap as he wrapped his arm around your torso.

“No, besides the fact that you’re a troublemaker and slept with diapers till you were like five.” You teased him.

“Oh come ‘ahn, ma!” He groaned throwing his head back. Lisa put her hands up as she pointed at his sister, “It was Carly!”

They began to talk about how the kids were growing up and caught up with each other’s daily lives. You sat against Chris’ chest as you listened to them.

“You alright?” Chris whispered into your ear as he noticed you get quiet.

“Yeah, are you alright?” You asked turning to face him.

“I’m perfect. Thank you, by the way. I really appreciate it.” He tells you quietly so only you can hear. A small smile is on his face as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Anytime, hun.” You kiss his forehead and tune back into Carly talking about one of her student interactions at work. You felt Chris relax against you as he leaned back onto the couch.

This was why you did the things you did for him. To see him visibly relax around his family and let him feel like he was home. You loved the way his eyes lit up when his niece or nephews would tell him about something new they learned. Or how happy he gets when Scott tells him about some new adventure he and his boyfriend went on. You adored his happiness and you’d do anything in the world to see him like this everyday.

[hangovercurse]

Wanna Help You Relax

You’ve been working really hard this week, and Colson wants to help you relax.

Request: “Hey I just saw that ur requests were on and I wanted to know if you could possibly write a cute little fluff/smit piece?”

Colson x Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), cursing

A/N: I didn’t know who you wanted so I just wrote about Colson, lmk if you want someone else! 

Word Count: 2143

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You were startled out of your work by the sound of your phone buzzing with a text message. You unlocked your phone to read the text from your boyfriend of 2 years, Colson, catching the time as you did. 7:30.

Will u be home 4 dinner?

“Shit.” You muttered under your breath, looking at the unfinished document in front of you. You sighed, trying to figure out what to do.

I just saw the time. I still have some work to do but I can bring it home

From his position on the couch in your house, Colson groaned.

You’ve been working on this all week, babe. You can take a break for a day

You rolled your eyes at his text. Somewhere inside of you knew that he was right. You hadn’t done much of anything except work for the past week, which has been the cause of tension in your relationship. But you knew if you didn’t finish this project by Friday that you definitely would not get the promotion you were up for.

I promise I’ll be done with it Friday, then I’ll take a break. I’m on my way

Honestly, he was lucky you were making it home for dinner, which was not something you had been able to do in the past three days. Instead, you had been opting to stay at the office late and skip dinner.

You threw the papers on your desk into their folder and the folder into your bag, along with your laptop and anything else you thought you might need.

 Colson had been trying not to get frustrated with your absence, but after being at home 24/7 with you and Casie, being without you was difficult. You would get home late, only to tell him you needed to work more. And anytime he tried to get you to sleep or eat or do anything else, you shut down, telling him “It’ll be done on Friday.”

And he knew he had no place to talk, he had left you for months at a time while he was touring sometimes, but at least he tried to call you as much as he could. Now it was just like you weren’t there at all.

You both tried to ignore the tension at dinner, focusing instead on light conversation, mostly facilitated by Casie, and the food. After you had all finished, Colson asked, “Case, could you do the dishes tonight?” The girl happily obliged, hopping around the table and picking up yours and Colson’s plates.

You thanked her, watching her leave into the kitchen before turning your eyes to Colson, only to find him already looking at you.  “I’m gonna go get some work done, babe.” You stood up, watching his eyes follow you slowly. You knew he wanted to say something, but you really appreciated that he didn’t. Instead, he just nodded, letting out a small sigh.

You walked into the office he had set up just for you when you moved in, placing your bag on the desk. You smiled at the picture of him that sat on the desk, the same one on your desk at your workplace. You sat down, pulling your laptop and papers out of the bag, and setting up your space.

After about an hour and a half of you working, Colson decided you needed a break. It was almost 10 pm and he just wanted to hold you for the next few hours before you both fell asleep. All of his friends made fun of him for it, but he turned into the softest person ever around you. It was the biggest reason he’d fallen in love with you, you made him a better person.

So, he walked into your office, quietly, smiling as he saw you typing away at the desk. He always thought you were prettiest when you looked like this, focused and determined. He walked up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and massaging gently. You jumped a little when his hand first made contact, but quickly relaxed at his touch.

“Hi baby.” You smiled, looking up to him with a soft smile on your face.

He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, “Hi babe. How’s it goin?” He nodded towards the screen in front of you.

You sighed, turning to look towards the screen with a frown. “It’s getting there. I keep looking at these notes that my co-worker took but they aren’t quite fitting into what I already had, so I’ve been rearranging everything to see if I can incorporate both. It’s a bit frustrating but I think if I get this done by like noon tomorrow then I can finish everything by Friday morning and then polish everything up and turn it in.”

Colson let out a breath, resting his chin on your head. “You’re way too smart for me sometimes.” He chuckled.

You looked back up to him, a confused expression on your face. “That’s a lie and you know it. You’re a fucking musical genius.” You leaned up to press a quick kiss to his lips, but Colson had another idea.

As soon as your lips met his, he placed a hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss. He hadn’t felt your lips in almost a week, and it had been killing him. Truthfully, you had missed it too. You wanted nothing more than to have his lips roaming your body, but you knew if you let that happen you wouldn’t get your project done.

You pulled away and turned back towards your screen, a soft smile on your lips. “C’mon baby.” He mumbled, “just take a break with me.” His hands returned to massaging your shoulders, his mouth moving down to your ear, pressing a kiss to the sweet spot just behind it. “I’ll make it worth your while.” He whispered, biting your earlobe lightly.

“Cols,” You whined, hating that he knew exactly what to do and say to turn you on. “I can’t.”

He kissed down your neck, nipping at the skin occasionally. “Yes, you can.” He moved up to your jaw, one hand turning your head back to face him. “You’ve been working so hard lately.” He mumbled, “I wanna help you relax.”

You hummed at the feeling of his lips on your hot skin. His lips hovered over yours, his hands traveling all over your body. “Wanna make you feel good.” He murmured before pressing his lips to yours.

Instinct took over you and you turned fully around in the chair, sitting on your knees and wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands went to your waist, running up and down your sides. He took your lower lip between his teeth, nibbling on the skin. His hands reached the bottom of your blouse, playing with it before pulling it up. You disconnected your lips to bring the shirt over your head, and Colson threw it across the room. You stood fully from the chair, hands running up his chest as his lips went to your neck, sucking the skin again as he traveled down to your collar bone and chest. His hands reached behind you, fiddling with the clasp of your bra before removing it.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Colson muttered, eyes travelling your chest. You blushed slightly, reaching to take his shirt off, which he gladly obliged to. His mouth moved back to your skin, taking one of your tits in his mouth, sucking gently on the nib in the center. You moaned as his hand came up to massage the other. The hands in his hair pulled gently on the blond strands, causing groans of pleasure from the tattooed man.

He pushed you backwards softly so you were leaning against the desk, his lips travelling down your stomach until they reached the waistline of your pants. He pressed small kisses over the area as he slowly unclasped the black material, pulling it down your legs to reveal your red underwear.

A smirk made its way to his face, kissing your heat through the material. You took in a breath through your teeth at the contact, realizing how long it had been since he’d made you cum.

He moved the material to the side, licking a slow stripe up your slit and watching your reaction. Your hold on his hair tightened and he chuckled, the vibrations shooting through your heat. His tongue dipped into your folds, collecting the wetness that had already been forming. He then moved up to your clit, taking the sensitive bud between his lips, sucking softly.

“Mmmm Colson that feels so fucking food.” You moaned softly. He looked up at you, watching your face as he worked on your clit. His hands travelled up your thighs, pulling the red fabric down your legs. Two fingers found their way to your folds and pressed gently into them.

You moaned out as he began to pump his long digits in and out of you, his mouth still working on your clit. You looked down, meeting his eyes that were darkened with lust. The sight of him alone almost made you fall off the edge, but his motions stopped as he felt you start to clench around him. He pulled his fingers out of you, standing up slowly and licking them clean. You whined at the loss of contact, to which he chuckled and moved closer to you.

“I’m gonna take you on this desk, baby girl.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. So, you simply nodded your head, closing your laptop and placing it and everything else onto the chair. Colson smiled at your obedience, pressing a small kiss to your lips and moving down to your jaw. His hands gripped your hips and slowly made their way down to your thighs, stopping right below your ass. He squeezed the skin and you lifted your legs up, wrapping them around his waist as he held you, leaning you against the small desk.

Your hands moved to the button of his pants, pulling them down with his boxers to release his member. You gripped it softly, running your hand up and down its length as Colson continued his attack on your jaw. He groaned against your skin at the feeling, quickly removing his lips from you to line himself up.

“You’ve been taking your pills, right?” He asked, softly.

You giggled, “Yes, babe, I’ve been taking my pills now will you please fuck me.”

Colson looked at you with a smile, eyes gazing deep into yours as he pushed himself into you. You threw your head back at the feeling, his cock spreading you out, grazing every inch of your pussy. He took that as his cue to press kisses to your neck and shoulders, slowly pulling himself out of you and thrusting back in. “You feel so good around me baby, shit.” He moaned, stabilizing you on the desk before moving his hands to your lower thighs.

You moaned as his thrusts got faster until he found a steady pace. It felt like his cock was made for you, hitting every spot that drove you wild. Every time he hit that one spot, you moaned out, causing Colson to thrust harder.

His head had found its place resting on your shoulder lips near your neck. He whispered, breath hitting your ear, “Wanna feel you cum around me, can you do that baby?”

You nodded slightly, moans still falling from your mouth. His pace picked up even more, and you could feel your orgasm approaching. His lips returned to your neck, biting and sucking at your sweet spots, enough to send you over the edge.

“Fuck I’m gonna-“

“Cum for me baby.” His voice pushed you over the edge, euphoria taking over your body in waves. The feeling of you clenching around him prompting his climax. You felt his cock twitch as his hot seed entered you, his thrusts slowing down as you both moaned in pleasure.

You both stayed in that position for a while, his hot breath hitting your neck as you tried to slow your breaths. Finally, Colson pulled out of you, setting your legs onto the ground.

“Honestly, I’ve been thinking about fucking you on this desk since you moved in.” He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You smiled, “guess we need to do it again at some point.” You hopped of the desk, grabbing his shirt from the floor, not feeling like putting your pants on. “You wanna grab a shower with me?”

“That is the most ridiculous question I’ve ever heard. Of course I do.” He buttoned his jeans, grabbing your clothes from the floor. He took your hand in his, leading you to your shared bathroom.

Safe to say that you were definitely more relaxed.

[marvelous-harry]

CN you do a scene of Erica n Harry where he goes back to work and she wants to train him while they’re apart, and he really doesn’t want to but he agrees

Just a Screen Away Harry/OC!Erica Words: 2.6k Warnings: Sub!Harry, Dom!OC!Erica, Edging Summary: Harry is away on tour and during one of their facetime talks Erica decides it's time for some training. Harry reluctantly agrees.

Erica was in the middle of her lunch when the familiar sound of someone requesting a facetime call filled the living room. Muting the TV, she took another bite of her sandwich as she accepted the call, waving as Harry appeared.

“Hello!” Harry said excitedly as he waved at the screen, sticking his hand out from the blankets covering him as he sat leaning against the headboard of the bed.

Erica swallowed her bite and smiled. “Hi, baby! I’m so glad you called, I was thinking about you earlier,” she told him as she took a sip of her soda before grabbing the laptop and getting comfy with it resting on her knees.

“Where are you now anyway? Still in Germany?” Erica asked, looking carefully at Harry, trying to see how he was doing. He didn’t look super tired or exhausted. He looked healthy.

“Mhm! We’re traveling to France tonight and the show is in the evening after that,” Harry explained as he scratched at his neck.

“How’re the shows going?” Erica asked before taking another sip of her soda.

Harry grinned. “It’s going well. There haven’t been any major hiccups or anything, and the crowds have been amazing. The only problem is that you’re not here,” Harry started off very excited but ended with a sigh.

“I miss you,” He whimpered, furrowing his eyebrows and looking down at the keyboard, before bringing his hands up to his eyes.

“Oh, baby,” Erica said, her heart breaking as she watched Harry. “I miss you too. But you’re going to be back in the UK in just a couple of days and in just four days I’ll be coming to see you. We’re going to have so much fun, have brilliant dinners, have all the cuddles and all the sex. I can’t wait to cheer you on as you perform, baby,”

“That sounds nice,” Harry replied and looked up at the screen again. “Especially the cuddles and the sex part,” he smiled.

Erica laughed and gave him a grin. “I figured,” she said, wriggling her eyebrows at him. “So, what’s your plan for today, sweet boy?”

“Ermm, just dinner with Jeff before we have to get to the airport. Probably just going to relax before then,” Harry shrugged. “What about you?”

“I might go into the garden for a bit. Mow the lawn and tidy up the flower beds. Check on the vegetable garden,” Erica told him as she picked up her soda, biting her lip slightly as she thought.

“I think we should take advantage of the free time we both have now,” Erica mused as she looked at Harry, who nodded quickly.

“We could play!” He suggested eagerly, putting his laptop on top of a pillow so he could move more freely.

“I think we should train and work on your time, baby,” Erica said as she finished her drink and looked at him.

“Noo,” Harry whined, shaking his head and pouting at the camera. “I don’t want to,” he said quietly and brought his knees up, hugging them close to his chest.

“I know you don’t want to but we’re going to do it anyway. You want to be a good boy don’t you?” Erica asked, her voice firm as she stared at him. She could see him duck his head down while hugging his legs tightly.

“Yeah but I can be a good boy in other ways! I can play with myself or fuck myself with a dildo or something,” Harry suggested and glanced up at her, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“These all sound like ideas which benefit your pleasure a lot and don’t really do much for me,” Erica replied with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk as she picked up the laptop and walked up the stairs to their bedroom.

“But I don’t want to train! It’s too hard when you’re not here!” Harry complained, pouting at the screen.

“Well, sweet boy, you being hard is the point of it all,” Erica grinned as she sat down on the bed and got comfy. “I know you can do it so you’re going to listen to me and be a good boy right?” Erica told him pointedly.

Harry whined as he threw his head back for a moment before doing the tiniest of nods. “Gonna listen, miss,” he said quietly.

“That’s good, put your legs down, please. Want to see your cock, baby,” Erica told him.

Harry put his legs down, blushing as his half-hard cock was on full display for her.

“Remind me how long it’s been since you got to cum last,” Erica asked as she put the laptop down on the bed before she started taking off her clothes, deciding to join in on the fun.

Harry licked his lips as he watched transfixed as she got naked, his cock growing and he had to clasp his hands together to resist touching himself. Erica hadn’t said he could yet. “Umm, eight days. It’s been eight days. Miss, you’re so pretty. Can I touch myself, please?” he asked.

Erica rooted through her nightstand drawer till her fingers closed around her vibrating wand. Sitting back down on the bed, she put the wand down on the bed for now before looking at Harry.

“Thank you, sweet boy. You look delicious as well. And eight days hu? You must be quite eager to cum then,” She teased, ignoring his question on if he could touch himself.

“Yes, Erica. Jeff joked that he was going to fly you out cause I’ve been a little snippy sometimes,” Harry blushed, his cock now fully hard and resting against his stomach. “I was tempted to become more snippy to see if he’d do it but I knew you wouldn’t like it if I was rude,”

“I absolutely would not like if you were rude to Jeff or anyone else just cause you hadn’t cum for a bit,” Erica chuckled. “You got a bottle of lube?” she asked, changing the subject.

“Yes, in my bag,” Harry replied. “Go get it, please,” Erica had barely finished speaking when Harry jumped out of bed and was running over to his bag, searching his bag for the bottle of lube.

Harry was clutching the bottle of lube in his hand as he got back into his spot. “I got it,” he said and looked expectantly at Erica.

“Good boy, you can pour a little onto your hand and touch yourself slowly,” Erica said as she put her hand between her legs, teasing herself with her fingertips.

Harry opened the lube and got some out before grabbing his cock firmly, moaning as he moved his hand to spread the lube around. “I can’t see where your touching,” he complained as he looked at the screen.

“Don’t worry yourself about that, move your hand slower,” Erica told him as she tilted her screen back, cutting off Harry’s view even more.

Whining, Harry slowed down his hand. “Please, want to see you, please,” he begged.

“You want to see me touch myself, baby? Want to see how wet I am?” Erica asked as she kept stroking her palm over her clit.

“Fuck, please. Yes!” Harry moaned, his finger tightening around his cock as he moved his hand faster up and down. “Miss your pussy so bad, want to taste you,”

“Can’t wait to have you between my legs again. Going to keep you there for hours and hours,” Erica smirked. “Stop,” she ordered while she reached for her vibrator.

Harry yanked his hand away and grabbed onto the sheets tightly as he closed his eyes.

“Open your eyes, baby,” Erica said softly as she tilted the screen so that her pussy was just about in frame. “Keep watching and don’t touch yourself,”

Forcing his eyes open, Harry took a deep breath as he watched Erica turn on the vibrating wand and hold it against her clit.

Letting out a long, loud moan, Erica rolled her hips up against the vibrator. “Fuck, that’s nice,” she hissed. “I’ve missed having an audience,” she smiled before biting her lip as rubbed her clit against the wand at just the right spot.

“Please,” Harry begged quietly, grasping the bedsheets as tight as he could. “Please, let me touch,”

“Oh god, fuck, fuck, shit,” Erica gasped as she cummed, a warm, lovely feeling spreading through her body. Switching off the wand, she let it fall between her legs while she caught her breath. “Mmmm, that was so good,”

Harry whimpered and squeezed his eyes close as he tried to think of anything but his own cock, Erica, or what they were doing.

“How you doing, sweet boy?” Erica asked as she eyed him curiously.

“Can I cum, please?” He asked pleadingly. “Please, I can’t. Feels too good and you. Fuck, you’re so pretty. Please!” he begged.

Erica smirked as she watched Harry. “You’re going to take a few deep breaths then you’re going to take your left hand and hold on to your cock,”

“I can’t! I’ll cum! Please,” Harry shook his head quickly.

“You won’t cum till I say you can. Left hand on cock now,” Erica said, her voice firm.

Harry blinked his eyes a few times quickly as he opened them again and shot her a look of desperation but Erica just stared at him firmly back. As he unclenched his left fist, Harry flexed his fingers, they were aching from grasping the bedsheets so tightly.

Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around his cock, just barely touching it as he focused on taking deep breaths.

“That’s a good boy. Now I need you to tighten your hold a bit and move your hand up and down,” Erica praised Harry, tremendously turned on by how wrecked Harry looked.

Harry’s mouth fell slightly open as he moaned. He tightened his grip on his cock and took a second before he slowly started to move his hand up and down. His movements weren’t as smooth as they usually were.

“See, I knew you could do it,” Erica grinned. “Can’t wait to tie you down, ride you till I cum, and then move on up to your mouth so you can taste yourself, make me cum again, and clean me up,”

“Fuck! Erica, please! Need to cum! Please, can I cum?” Harry begged loudly as he took his hand away, thrusting into the air, so close to cumming.

“You like that idea, baby?” Erica asked with a big smirk. “Get your hand back on your cock, I didn’t say you could stop,” she reminded him.

“Please! I need to cum!” Harry cried as he put his hand on his stomach, fingers millimeters away from touching himself.

“I’m not going to tell you if you can cum or not till your hand is on your cock and stroking it,” Erica said simply, grabbing the vibrator again. Turning it on a low setting, she sighed happily as she let it rest against her clit.

“Fuck,” Harry groaned, tilting his head back as he took a deep breath. Steeling himself, Harry grabbed his cock, with his right hand this time, whining as he stroked it as slowly as he could. “I can’t hold back much longer, miss. Please can I cum?” Harry asked so prettily.

“You can cum after I’ve cummed again. Do you understand? After. And you have to keep touching yourself and looking at me the whole time or you’re not cumming until I see you next,” Erica said between little moans.

Harry nodded quickly, keeping his eyes on her and his hand moving. “Yes, miss,”

Circling her clit with the vibrator, Erica dug her heels into the mattress as she moaned. She moved at a slow pace, wanting to draw it out, wanting to see how far she could push Harry before he either safeworded, cummed without permission, backed off, or if he was able to do as she’d said.

She could see how tense he was. The veins on his arms popping from grasping the sheets and controlling the speed and grip of his right hand. How clenched and tight his stomach and chest were from holding back his orgasm. Then there were the delicious little whimpers that kept escaping him as he fought to be a good boy and listen to her.

Turning the vibrator to the highest setting, Erica pressed the vibrator against her clit. Letting out a little scream, she trembled as her climax rushed through her for the second time that day. “Fuck!” She moaned as she turned the vibrator off and moved away from her sensitive clit.

“Please, can I cum? Please, please? Need to cum, please,” Harry was begging as he was barely hanging on.

“Go on, baby. Been so good. Cum for me, sweet boy,” Erica said as she picked up the laptop and held it closer.

Harry grasped the bottom of his cock, tightened his fingers, and dragged them up as he started cumming all over his chest. He was silent, eyes closed as he finally was allowed to cum. A mix between whimpers and whines coming from him as he sank down on the bed.

“My beautiful boy, I’m so proud of you. Listening to your Miss like that. Such a good boy,” Erica said softly while smiling at the screen.

Harry grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly, not caring about the cum all over his chest, shivering slightly. “Why aren’t you here?” he asked with a sniffle as he pulled the laptop over to his head so he could see her.

“I’m just a screen away, and I’ll be there to hold you very soon,” Erica reminded him. “Pull some blankets on, baby, you’re shivering,” she knew it was most likely from adrenaline and him climaxing and not from actually being cold.

Harry, ever so obedient and good, pulled the blankets up to his chest before hugging the pillow again. “Can you bring some new hoodies with you when you come? None of those I have smells like you anymore,” he mumbled as he looked at her.

“Of course I can. We can have a hoodie trade,” She grinned as she laid down too, getting comfy while looking at him.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Harry said as he wiggled his finger in front of the camera.

“Look at you how exactly?!” Erica chuckled, looking at the moving image of Harry curiously.

“Like you won the battle and the war,” Harry replied as he pulled the blankets up a bit more, tucking them under his chin.

Laughing loudly, Erica threw her head back as she kept laughing as she heard Harry’s offended little “Heyyy,” coming through her speakers. “Seeing as I got to cum several times while watching you edge yourself even though you didn’t want to but you did do it cause I said so, I can assure you, sweet boy, I won all the battles and all the wars,” Erica said very pleased with her self.

Looking at each other as a comfortable silence fell over them, Erica smiled as the moment was broken by Harry’s phone ringing.

“I’ll let you go be fancy musician man and we can talk later baby,” she said as she saw Harry checking the phone for who it was. “I miss you and I love you,” Harry looked at Erica with a small sad smile.

“I love you and miss you very much too. Talk to you soon,” Erica replied and moved her cursor over to the end call button, her smile only dropping from her face once the call had been dropped. Closing the laptop, she pulled the blankets over herself trying to remind herself she’d be seeing him soon. Just four more days.

Masterlist

[bruhlsbees]

Mmmm mayhaps Alex and a s/o getting caught in the rain while on their way home? Maybe having to share clothes since theirs are drenched, maybeee, idk let your imagination roam. I hope you get out of your funk soon, I know how frustrating it can be ✨

dancing in the rain || alex kerner x fem!reader

gif credit to @/lovecafes

summary: on your walk back home you get caught in the rain and insist that you spare the moment to dance

pairing: alex kerner x fem!reader

word count: 1,809

warnings: none, just pure fluff and wholesomeness

a/n: this was such a soft idea i love it so much thank you nony for sending this in!!!

You always enjoyed the season of Spring. When the weather was warm enough to wear shorts, but still wear a jacket if you needed one. The birds were coming back from their departure for the winter and the flowers were beginning to bloom. Everything was peaceful, beautiful, alive.

You were particularly fond of the park that you and Alex would go to for your weekly picnic - the one day that you both had off that worked around each other’s schedule to spend time with one another. It always went far too fast for you, longing for more time with him, but you still appreciated every second you were able to have with your dear Alex.

Today had been rather cloudy though, and Alex had insisted all day leading up until when the two of you were supposed to meet that they do something else in case it rained - but you didn’t mind taking the chance. You had already made his favorite desserts and bought meat and cheese from the deli at the store. So after pleading with him in your kitchen, holding him close to you by the front of his flannel, your bottom lip sticking out and giving him your best puppy dog face - he finally gave in.

So there you were, laying on the blanket nestled in his arms while you stared up at the clouds, going on about your week as he played with your hair. You had asked him a question about his mother, who was still in the hospital with her coma, but he seemed to be too focused on something else to catch what you had asked him.

Turning your head up, you smiled up at him while he smiled back down at you, cheeks going pink when you began to laugh, “What? What’s so funny?” He asked, rolling onto his side so he could face you more, his arm settling across your waist, pulling you even closer to him.

“I asked you a question...how your mother was doing? But you seemed to be lost in your own world,” You hands went to his hair, pushing his hair back and out of his face before pressing a kiss to his nose, “Have I bored you?”

He stumbled over his breath, choking briefly as his whole face went red while he shook his head, sitting up to catch his breath before continuing, “N-No!” He spat out, “Of course, not! I’m sorry, my mother - yes, as good as anyone could be I suppose that’s in a coma.”

Alex turned back to look down at you, smiling as you laid on your back, hair spread out around your head. You looked like an angel with a halo to him, glowing with pure happiness, radiating amongst the grey of the clouds. He leaned into your touch when you extended your hands up and to on either side of his face, gently caressing his face.

Moments like this, where he could finally relax with you, he took it all in, not wasting a moment. The past few months had been painfully hard for him - it felt as though he was drowning everyday, but the day he got to spend with you, Alex could finally breathe.

He didn’t notice the tears that were falling down his face until hearing your sigh, “Oh Alex, come here.” You cooed, pulling him down to lay in your arms now, comforting him now as he had done for you.

You continued to stroke his face and play with his hair, wiping the fallen tears off his face before kissing his cheeks dry. “My sweet Alex, when will the world stop torturing you?” You whispered, looking over his features until he pulled his head up from where it laid on your chest. You smiled at him, as he smiled down at you before leaning forward, meeting him in the middle for a sweet kiss.

When he pulled away, he shuffled his arms up to rest on either side of your head, his elbows propped as he moved your hair around. You were suffocated by Alex, if you were being honest, but you didn’t mind in the moment - you’d give anything to have him this close to you more often. With the two of you tangled on the blanket, embracing one another and taking in each other, you almost didn’t notice it begin to rain until the squeals of children came from the other side of the park.

Moving in sync, Alex pushed himself up off of you, gathering the food into the picnic basket while you picked the blanket up, holding it above your head to shield yourself from the rain as it began to come down even harder. Taking Alex’s hand, you followed him as the two of you ran out of the park, down the sidewalk and onto the main stretch that took you back to his apartment. Alex had slowed his pace down slightly to reach around you and take the blanket in his hand, the basket now in your’s as he shielded the both of you with the now soaked blanket.

The two of you moved quickly down the sidewalk, cars buzzing by and spraying you with water as you trekked back to Alex’s apartment. You couldn’t be mad even if you wanted to despite the given circumstances. It was like something out of a movie, getting caught in the rain with your lover. If Alex wasn’t so protective, pushing you to continue on so you didn’t get sick, you would have stopped to enjoy it.

But when you passed by the patisserie, hearing the lively tune that played inside, your steps came to a sudden stop, Alex knocking into you with a grunt. He kept the blanket held above you, the rain loud as it hit against everything around you.

“What? You okay? Do you need to stop?”

Turning, you grinned up at Alex and nodded, “Come on, Alex - will you dance with me?” You stepped out from under the blanket and set the basket down, letting your head fall back as the rain hit your face, a laugh escaping from you.

Alex on the other hand, was completely confused. What did you want to dance in the rain for? You could have waited and he would have danced with you back home. Where it was warm, dry, and you wouldn’t get sick. Not outside the patisserie to the cheesy music they were playing.

“Come now, Alex, just live a little. For me? Make a girl happy?” You extended your arms out and squealed when he tossed the blanket down, taking your hands after a moment of debating with himself. You pulled him to you and wrapped your arms around his neck, stepping in beat to the music, laughing as he twirled you around, your dress coming up and spinning with you - the water that soaked your dress coming off.

“Don’t I make you happy already?” He asked, pulling you back to him after the last spin. Both of your hairs were stuck to your face, wet from the rain. You leaned forward and pushed his back out of his face, standing on your toes to kiss him deeply until you pulled away for air.

“The happiest.” You breathed, leaning forward to kiss him one more time before continuing to dance, pulling away from him as you began to spin around again, laughing as the rain continued to fall. Alex followed in suit, chasing after you and linking arms with you, spinning in circles with you until he got dizzy and toppled over, you catching him before he fell.

As if it couldn’t get any more cliche - the song came to a stop, along with the rain, leaving you and Alex soaked as the sun began to peek out from behind the clouds. You glanced down at your shoes to see that your slip-ons and calves were doused in mud, the bottom of Alex’s jeans muddy too.

“Don’t worry, you can borrow something of mine when we get back. I’ll wash your dress for you too and give it back to you next week.” Alex insisted, gathering up the blanket and basket before wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side while you continued on again, making the last stretch of your journey back to his apartment.

And he did - as with all promises he made to you, he kept them.

While he left to throw the soaked clothes and blanket in the wash, you were in his room, sliding on the old basketball shorts that he had along with one of his t-shirts. Being in his clothes made you feel warm, safe - and the scent of him on the shirt made your heart skip a beat. This was what home felt like to you, Alex - your dear sweet Alex.

You heard the door open and shut, turning to see him in a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt, making his way to you, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in for a kiss. Of course, you kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck as he began to walk you back towards the bed, collapsing down with him following.

When stumbling onto his bed, you could only giggle with him falling on top of you, his hair sticking up in odd places from his hair drying. It was moments like this where he looked so innocent. His expression was always soft, tired from the long week, but still managing to enjoy the day with you. You always took the time to tell Alex how much you appreciated him and what he did, because that’s what he deserved and you knew nobody gave him the recognition he deserved.

Alex rested his head back on your chest, closing his eyes as he laid in your arms on top of you, your own legs wrapped around him, as if trapping him from leaving you. You knew you didn’t have to worry about that though, because Alex was the one - and you knew that the two of you would be together forever.

It was his light snores that pulled you from your thoughts. Pausing your movements through his hair, you craned your neck to the side, watching as his eyes closed, mouth open while he slept, the light snore picking up the more he sank into slumber. You couldn’t be mad at him for falling asleep - he needed it.

You decided that it was only fair that you sleep too. If you were trapped under him, until God knew when he would wake up, you deserved a nap yourself. You leaned forward and kissed his head once, feeling him bury his face into your chest more as he clung to your sides, before falling back into his pillows, nodding off into your own personal slumber.

[glowingbadger]

You may have a little Lorenz Prompt as promised. As a treat. Here goes~

Lorenz taking thorough notes to surprise his s/o (is it the blog owner? the reader? some random character? It doesn't matter~!) with the most lovely, romantic date imaginable based around everything they like. He wouldn't put in this much effort to TRULY impress someone, but you're worth every step and more.

Enjoy where this takes your thoughts~!

(and pls don't eat it, Tumblr)

Y'know what, I've had a shitty day and I just finished writing some darker content- so I am going to ~indulge~. Normally I try to make my Reader character as broadly relatable as possible, but today we're going with MY preferences and interests because I WANT A NICE DATE WITH LORENZ GODDAMNIT

Lorenz (FE3H) x GN Reader - perfect date

Fluff - SFW

Today simply has to be flawless- the Gloucester heir will not accept any less. Not when it comes to you. Of course, Lorenz holds himself to high standards in all things, but the thought of providing anything less than perfection for you is one that pains him to even consider. Especially now that he'd finally gotten the courage- or, rather, found the right and proper time to ask you to spend the day with him.

You approach him at the Monastery gates not long after noon that day, and find your pace slowing as you eye him before he's noticed you. Without his usual elegant set of armor, you can appreciate the way constant marching and training has toned his slender frame- and appreciate it, you most certainly do. Though he soon turns to face you, and your eyes dart back up from a rather ignoble place to meet his instead.

"You're as radiant as ever, I see," he says with a warm smile. He offers you an arm and you take it, replying with a grin,

"You've already got me for the day, Lorenz, there's no need for flattery."

"'Flattery' implies a measure of falsehood," he says with confidence, leading you towards town, "and I could never bring myself to lie to one so lovely."

As your time together proceeds, you can't help but feel that, some way, somehow, Lorenz has some kind of psychic insight into your preferences. Everywhere you turn, whatever your heart could desire is immediately available and set before you with hardly any negotiation at play. At the first flower stall you find, Lorenz takes a moment to exchange words with the owner while you admire the sprawling array of colorful blooms; and by the time he's returned, he's holding a woven crown of delicate little white flowers. With an admiring smile, he carefully places it on your head, a hand trailing down a lock of your hair as he pulls away to observe you.

With a shy grin, you perform an exaggerated curtsy, prompting Lorenz to laugh fondly and take you by the hand. He twirls you slowly under his arm, watching you all the while, then says,

"They suit you every bit as wonderfully as I'd thought."

"They're my favorites," you reply.

"I know- erm, that is- I know of a superb bakery down the block this way," Lorenz seems a bit red in the face, but you chalk that up to nerves.

He's not wrong though- this bakery is something else. The selection and quality of ingredients is on an entirely new level compared to the Monastery's dining hall, and you find yourself overwhelmed even reading down the list of items posted to the wall. By your third pass over the full range of options, the words are starting to dance in your eyes- but a warm touch at your arm shakes your focus. Lorenz leans close to be heard over the rapidly growing crowd at the bakery's counter,

"Might I make a recommendation?" you nod, and he goes on, "I happen to have it on good authority that there's an item not included on this menu that you may like. It incorporates three different treatments of Brigid cocoa, if that is of any interest to you."

Your eyes light up and you can practically feel the rich sweetness across your tongue already.

"That sounds incredible," you reply, enraptured by the very thought. When you start to ask how he'd heard of such a thing, Lorenz has already turned to speak to the worker taking orders, and your words drown among the crowd of customers. The speed at which he acquires this mythical pastry only fills your mind with more questions. How did he manage to purchase an off-menu item so quickly? Wouldn't the cost of something requiring those many luxurious imported ingredients be astronomical?

But then, Lorenz returns to your side and guides you out of the crowded shop, and the sight of the delectable chocolatey treat in his hands dashes all other thoughts from your mind. He hands it to you wrapped in a handkerchief, and you can't help but immediately plunge in for a bite.

"Mmmm-!" you wear an expression of pure bliss as your mouth fills with sweet, savory chocolate, "Oh- Lorenz, it's so good!"

When you glance up at him, he's watching you with a strangely heavy expression. Once more, his fair complexion is painted a light red. You tilt your head curiously, and he seems to resurface from whatever thoughts had taken him for the moment.

"Here- you should try some," you break off a piece and hold it up to him.

"Are- are you certain? I had intended for you to enjoy it to your heart's content," he stammers out, evidently still a bit flushed.

"I want you to get to have some too. Please?" You hate to resort to puppy eyes with him, but it's hard to argue with the results. He leans forward and accepts the piece of pastry from your hand. You don't shy away from him in the slightest, and so a brief brush of his lower lip along the tip of your finger simply can't be avoided. Lorenz does his best to move past this without acknowledgement, and you two enjoy your treat together as you take in the bustle of the town around you.

The day continues in kind, with Lorenz apparently having painstakingly arranged every element of this date from start to finish. At a local seller of antiques and luxury goods, he secures permission to view and explore rare and dazzling paintings from around the world. Here, he's rather uncharacteristically reserved. Wandering the storage area like your own personal art museum, he watches you with evident warmth as you exclaim at the rich and varied pigments, the innovative expressions of human form, and so on.

After this, he brings you to a tavern at the far end of town, where he's reserved the second floor exclusively for you two to enjoy a quiet, intimate meal together. By this point, you've finally gotten around to considering just how much gold must have gone into this singular date.

"Lorenz," you say cautiously, "are you sure it's okay to go through all of this and spend so much just for-"

He raises a hand to cut you off, then replies,

"I assure you that it is," he takes your hand in his, holding it warmly from across your private table, "wealth has no value that we ourselves do not assign to it, and I have chosen to spend it on your pleasure. I can think of no greater use for a bit of coin."

The rest of the early evening is filled with pleasant chat and the occasional subtle sweet-talk. As you discuss everything you've seen and experienced that day, Lorenz engages you with surprisingly astute comments and observations. He's always at his best when he feels permitted to simply talk with you, as one person to another, free of the pressures and expectations of his birthright that he shoulders without a thought.

The sun is steadily lowering behind the hills and walls of the surrounding town by the time you make your way back together. As you walk hand in hand watching the Monastery gates rise ahead of you, Lorenz clears his throat abruptly and says,

"If I may steal you away for just a little while longer, there was... actually someone I thought you'd like to meet."

"Oh? What an honor," you say with a smile, "Do I get any hints?"

Lorenz gives a good-natured chuckle and says,

"Only that I think you'll get along splendidly."

And of all places throughout Garreg Mach's grounds, you begin to recognize that he is leading you towards the stables. You've met Lorenz's horse before- a lovely mare with a calm and agreeable temperment. If not her, then...

"Eloise?" Lorenz calls out in a gentle voice, "Eloise, come say hello- Ellie? Come now, don't tell me you've chosen tonight to become bashful..." at his call, a svelte black cat with delicate little white paws comes trotting out to meet you. Your heart positively aches and melts at the sight of her eagerly approaching Lorenz with clear comfort and familiarity.

"Lorenz, you... have a cat?" You say with obvious disbelief.

"She's one of the Monastery's strays, to be clear," he says, "She helps with the mice in the stables. Evidently, she had become quite fond of my preferred horse- and so eventually became fond of me as well."

Fond seems an understatement- she very clearly adores him. With a chorus of happy little mews, she circles his legs and rubs against him until he crouches down to offer her his hand. As he does, a shred of parchment flutters from his pocket onto the ground. Eloise targets it like a seasoned warrior and pounces at it with gusto. With a laugh, you kneel down to retrieve whatever this paper she's captured might be.

"Now Eloise, none of that- you must behave genteel-like with guests."

As he firmly lectures the cat, you glance at the paper in your hand. Nearly every inch of it is covered in an elegant, curling script that you imagine must belong to Lorenz. It looks like a... list of some kind. As your eyes scan down the page, you begin to recognize a pattern. Your favorite flowers, favorite desserts, favorite types of books and places around town- plus, to the side, the word "cats?" underlined several times. For a moment, you simply cover your mouth to hold in a snort of laughter. Then, you come to kneel beside Lorenz as he's failing to convince his feline friend to stop swatting at his hair.

"So- you've been taking very thorough notes lately." you say, nudging his arm playfully. He turns to face you with an immediate look of panic. Lavender eyes widen and glance down to the parchment in your hand, then back to you. He visibly deflates and says,

"Goddess- you must find me such a fool-"

You press your lips firmly to his before he can say another word. With a soft noise of surprise, his eyes flutter shut and he leans into your kiss. His lips are wonderfully soft, and the subtle scent of his cologne surrounds your senses as you tilt your head to seal your lips to his more firmly. You're not certain how long you remain like this, but only the dull ache of kneeling on the dirt and the incessant sound of Eloise bapping her paw against the paper in your hand bring you back to your surroundings. When you part from him, you brush aside the silky curtain of his hair to run your hand along his face, and say,

"I had a wonderful time today, Lorenz- and it means the world to me that you put so much thought into this. But next time, you don't have to study so hard, okay?"

For a moment, he seems speechless. Then, he gives a shy chuckle.

"You have bested me yet again, it would seem. How can I ever hope to become a man worthy of you when you are ever more lovely with each passing day?"

Eloise gives an insistent chirp and rubs once more against his leg, evidently tired of distractions from the attention she feels she's owed. Your smile widens, and you scratch her ear fondly.

"I think there's at least two of us who like you just as you are, Lorenz."

[myinconnelly1]

Girl’s Got You Down pt 3

Square Filled: Fireman Carry Ship:  Spencer Reid x Reader Rating : Mature A/N: So this story was literally a single shot but now its sparked a whole thing.  I hope you enjoy.  Here is the Masterlist if you need to catch up first. Warnings: pregnancy, domestic argument, labor, birth (graphic-ish), Angst, Cliffhanger, Pregnancy complications Summary: Reid is concerned when his girlfriend starts acting weird.  The team steps in to help him out. Word Count: 1,115 Created for @spencerreidbingo​

“Spence, I’ve called like three times.  Please this isn’t the time to ignore my calls. MMmm, call me please,”  You whimpered as you felt the pressure that had settled between your hips tighten.

“Derek,”  You groaned as you called your friend.  “I need you to get Reid and bring him here.  Ah.”

“Hey!  What’s going on?”  Morgan seemed to leap to consciousness at your hum of discomfort.  “Where is Spencer?”

“He went home for the night, and now he’s not answering his phone.  I need him,”  You relaxed as the contraction eased and you looked at your clock.

“I’ll get him, how far apart are your contractions?”  You don’t know how he knew, but Derek was sharp and had known you for a long time.

“Eight to ten minutes.  But I’m only supposed to be worried if they last for more than an hour.”  You said taking a deep breath, anticipating his next question.

“How long have you been having them?”  He asked.  You heard movement over the phone and a pair of keys jingle.

“Forty- five minutes.  But the first two I counted were fifteen minutes apart,”  You said trying to relax your friend.

“So they’ve gotten closer together?”  He asked louder than you had expected, you jumped and dropped your cellphone.

“Damnit!”  You shouted in frustration.  You stood up and grabbed your phone.  “Sorry I dropped- Derek,”  You gasped as you heard the popped then felt the gush of fluid between your legs.

“Hey!!! Stay with me, you okay?  Was it another contraction already?”  Derek’s voice torn you out of your terror.

“My water broke,”  you said before moving as quickly as you could to the bathroom.

“I’m on my way, I’ll get Reid.  Call your doctor,”  Derek ordered over the phone.  You mumbled something that resembled agreement before hanging up.  You managed to get into your bathtub and just sat there breathing through your contractions.  They had gotten closer together and the pain was almost unbearable when you heard the front door to your home slam open.

“Lil’ Mama you here!?”  Derek shouted.  You heard his shoes as he ran up your stairs.  You would have responded but you were focused on not breathing at that moment in time.  “Oh shit,”  He muttered when he pushed the bathroom door open.

Sweat covered your body and you were shaking with the effort of not pushing as the pressure between your legs was almost unbearable.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,”  Derek said as he came over and helped you get out of the tub.  “I called an ambulance when I saw that no one was here with you yet.”

“Where’s Spence?”  You whimpered, then grunted low in your throat as a contraction rang down your legs through your toes.

“He’s almost here,”  Derek said as he helped you lean over the end of the bathtub.  “Where’s your kit?”  You pointed to under the bathroom sink.  Derek pulled out a small black box that you brought with you to every case you worked on.  It had various supplies that you used as well as gloves of various sizes.  He pulled out a pair and slid them on his hands.

“Ready to meet you, baby?”  Morgan asked as you felt him give you the world's shortest cervical test.  “They're almost here.”

“I can’t,”  You panted as your contraction ended.  Tears fell down your cheeks. “It’s too soon, and he’s not here.”

“Remember that case we worked in San Antonio?”  Derek chuckled, you nodded your head.  “You told that mom that she didn’t have the option to not be ready.  It wasn’t up to her, right?”

“Fuck You!”  You screamed as the urge to push took over and you bared down.

“That’s it, that’s a girl, keep going,”  Derek counted to ten and you felt his fingers applying counter pressure.  The contraction ended and you let out a breath of defeat as the pressure was still there.  “You’re doing good, I saw the head.  Almost done.”  Derek’s hand rubbed your back to try and help you through the pain.

“Derek!”  Spencer shouted from downstairs.  You laughed as you sobbed harder.  He had made it in time.

“Upstairs!”  Derek called.  You tensed up again and started to push, signaling Derek to count again.  He reached around and grabbed your hand, guiding it between your legs.  “Head’s right here, focus up,”  Derek ordered as you started panting through the worst part.

“I’m here.  I’m sorry,”  Reid said as he used his long legs to step past the two of you and squat in front of you in the tub.  He brushed your hair out of your face.  “I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have left.”

“Shut Up and kiss me,”  You shouted at him.  He looked a bit surprised but wasted no time pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“This is cute and all,”  Morgan interrupted your kiss as another contraction mounted.  “Keep her up,”  Derek said to Spencer.  You gritted your teeth but couldn’t keep the scream in as your first twin slipped out and Derek caught it.

“It’s a girl,”  Derek said.  He fiddled with your kit and the baby, and then you heard the high pitched shriek of her first breathe.  You laughed as Spencer helped you onto your butt so that you could see her.

“She’s so pink,”  Reid said as he reached over your shoulder to touch her hand.

“This is the emergency medical response team!”  A voice shouted from downstairs.

“Grab a towel,”  Derek said to Spencer as he picked you up and lifted you fireman style.  You groaned in pain as the carry was not optimal to the way your legs wanted to be spread open.  “Hold on to that baby, I’ll take you down there.”

“We’re here,”  You moaned as you got down the stairs.

“So we missed all the fun?”  The EMT joked to try and ease the tension and stress of the situation.

“Actually they're twins,”  Spencer said with a dorky grin, as he saw your daughter in your hands again.

“Well then let’s get going,”  The EMT said ushering you all into the ambulance.  Derek said he would drive himself there and grab your bag.

Despite the fast speed of the ambulance, your second baby was unwilling to wait for the hospital.

“It’s a boy,”  The EMT said handing the baby to you, while Spencer held your daughter.  “Well done, mama.”

“They’re perfect,”  You whispered exhausted.  The other EMT reacted instantly and grabbed your son before your hands fell away from him.

“She’s hemorrhaging!”  the EMT who had delivered your son said as he grabbed some supplies and ducked between your legs.

“Hurry!”  Spencer shouted up at the driver.

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[bechloeislegit]

My Spy - EPILOGUE

Set fives years after Beca and Chloe [finally] got back together. Warning: Lots of fluff ahead.

I know I'm late posting this, but I just love this AU so much I wanted to keep going. I do intend to come back to it for some one-shots and such at a later date. Enjoy!

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Beca woke to her alarm and immediately shut it off. She snuggled closer to Chloe and exhaled a sigh of contentment.

"Happy Anniversary," Beca mumbled.

"Mmmm," Chloe mumbled. "What anniversary is today?"

Beca pulled back to look at Chloe.

"You don't remember?" Beca asked. "It's been five years since you moved to LA; five years ago today since you moved in with me."

"Oh," Chloe said, kissing Beca behind her ear. "Maybe we should celebrate."

"Dinner out tonight?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of something we could do now. In bed."

Chloe kissed Beca's lips. Beca moaned and pulled away.

"I have to be in the studio in less than an hour," Beca said. "I really don't want to go in all hot and bothered. Raincheck after we get back from dinner?"

"Okay," Chloe sighed. "But I'm going to hold you to that."

"I promise," Beca said, giving Chloe a chaste kiss on the lips. "I'm going to take a quick, mostly cold shower, and get ready for work."

Chloe reached for Beca. Beca moved out of her reach and slipped out of bed, quickly rushing into their ensuite to shower.

"I love you!" Chloe called after Beca as she closed the bathroom door.

Beca poked her head out the door, smiled, and said, "I love you, too."

A few seconds later, Chloe smiled when she heard the shower start and then Beca's squeal as she stepped under what was most definitely cold water.

~~ My Spy ~~

After work, Beca came through the front door of her LA home to find Chloe sitting on the couch, talking on the phone. She set her bag by the door and made her way over to Chloe. Beca laid on her back, putting her head in Chloe's lap.

Chloe continued her conversation and started playing with Beca's hair. She slid her fingers through to lift the strands before letting them fall back down to settle around her lap.

"Beca just got home and we're going out to dinner, Aunt Peggy," Chloe said, smiling down at Beca. "I'll be sure and tell her. Okay, I'll talk to you later."

Chloe ended the call and leaned down to kiss Beca. "Aunt Peggy says Hi."

"Hi," Beca said, smiling and sitting up to thoroughly kiss Chloe. "How was your day?"

"It was quite exciting," Chloe said. "And a little bit heartbreaking."

"Oh," Beca said. "How so?"

"Well, at recess, Timmy Dexter lost a tooth on the playground," Chloe said. "We spent almost twenty minutes looking for it. We didn't find it and he was quite upset because he didn't have anything to leave for the tooth fairy. I felt so bad for him."

Beca chuckled and said, "I can't wait until we have to deal with things like the Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny, and Santa Claus."

"I'm just glad that we'll be dealing with all those things together."

"You're such a cheeseball," Beca said, smiling at Chloe. "And I love you even more for it."

"Good," Chloe said, giving Beca a quick kiss. "Because you're stuck with me for life."

"That's one life sentence I don't mind serving," Beca said. "As long as I'm serving it with you."

"Now, who's the cheeseball?" Chloe said, chuckling as she stood. "Where do you want to go for dinner?"

"I've been craving Mexican food all day," Beca said.

"Are you craving Mexican food?" Chloe asked with a sly smile. "Or is Baby Beale craving Mexican food?"

"What?" Beca asked in astonishment. "How did you know? I was going to surprise you and tell you at dinner."

"Babe," Chloe said, smiling at Beca. "I wasn't totally positive, but I had my suspicions. And you just confirmed that I was right. So, when are we due?"

"I'm only about six weeks pregnant now," Beca said. "So, we're due sometime in mid-to late-November."

"I'm so happy right now," Chloe said, as a tear ran down her face.

Beca stood and pulled Chloe to her. She wiped the tear from Chloe's cheek with her thumb.

"Our lives are truly about to change," Beca said. "For the better. I can't believe I got pregnant on the first try."

"I know," Chloe sniffled. "I can't wait to tell Aunt Peggy. She's going to be over the moon."

"I can't wait to tell the Bellas," Beca said. "We were the first to get married and now we're the second to get pregnant."

"Is everything a competition with you and the Bellas?" Chloe asked, chuckling.

"Yes, and as far as I'm concerned, I'm, um, we're winning," Beca said, kissing Chloe.

They kissed for a few minutes and Chloe pulled back.

"Do you still want to go out to eat?"

"We can just order something for delivery."

"Or, we just skip dinner for now and finish what we started this morning."

"I like the way you think."

Beca grabbed Chloe's hand and pulled her up the stairs to their bedroom. Chloe giggled the entire way.

~~ My Spy ~~

A few hours later, Beca and Chloe were sitting up in bed, eating from a tray that Chloe had put together for them.

"I almost forgot," Beca said, grabbing some grapes from the tray, and popping one in her mouth. "Amy called me today."

"Really?" Chloe said, biting into a cracker with cheese. "What did she want?"

"She's decided she's done seeing the World," Beca said, popping another grape into her mouth. "And she's planning to relocate here to LA. She wanted to know if she could stay with us while she looked for a house to buy."

"When will she be here?" Chloe asked, finishing her cracker.

"She's planning on coming back to the states in early September," Beca said. "I told her I'd have to discuss it with you first. It's a ways off so we have plenty of time before we have to give her an answer."

"Why wait?" Chloe asked with a laugh. "She's a Bella and she's family. We both know she'll be staying here. You could have just told her yes when you were talking to her."

"I know," Beca said. "But she called right after Dr. Matthews called to tell me I was pregnant. And I was too excited to say much of anything to her. I'll tell her she can stay with us, but she has to be out by the time the baby gets here. I'll tell her after we let the Bellas know I'm pregnant."

"That's a good idea," Chloe said. "How and when are we going to tell the Bellas?"

"We can tell them once I hit the three-month mark," Beca suggested. "Everyone is scattered all over and the easiest way to tell everyone at once is on a Skype or Zoom call."

"I like that idea," Chloe said, biting on her lower lip. "So, um, speaking of the baby, I wanted to talk to you about something."

"You're not sorry I'm the one carrying it are you?" Beca asked, her voice tinged with concern. "You're still okay with that, right?"

"Of course, I'm okay with it," Chloe said, turning Beca's hand to intertwine their fingers. "I promise, everything's fine. In fact, everything's perfect. I've never been happier."

"Then what do you want to talk about?"

"I was hoping that I could put in my notice at the end of this school year," Chloe said, looking down at their intertwined hands. "I really want to be a stay-at-home mom."

"I thought you liked your job," Beca said.

"I love my job," Chloe said, lifting her eyes to look at Beca. "I just love the idea of being a stay-at-home mom more."

Chloe sighed and ran her free hand through her hair. "I want to be involved in every aspect of our kid growing up. I hope that's okay."

"It's more than okay with me," Beca said, smiling at Chloe. "I don't want our kids raised by nannies. I'm actually envious of you. If you made more money as a teacher, I'd quit my job and stay at home with the baby myself."

"I'm so glad you're okay with me quitting and staying at home," Chloe squealed and threw herself onto Beca, causing Beca to fall back onto the bed with Chloe on top of her.

"I guess we're done eating," Beca said, raising her head to capture Chloe's lips in a kiss.

"Maybe you are," Chloe said against Beca's lips. "But I'm just getting started."

"Oh, okay," Beca said as Chloe moved her lips to Beca's jaw and then down her neck. "Mmmm!"

Chloe continued dropping kisses down Beca's body. After momentarily stopping to give some attention to each of Beca's breasts, Chloe kissed Beca's stomach and continued moving down, causing Beca's hips to lift off the bed when Chloe's tongue found its mark.

"Yes!" Beca cried out, moaning again as she spread her legs to give Chloe more room.

~~ My Spy ~~

A month later, Beca and Chloe were enjoying a quiet evening at home. Beca had just completed arrangements to have a Zoom call with the Bellas to tell them about Beca's pregnancy.

"We're scheduled to do a Zoom videoconference with the Bellas on Saturday," Beca said. "It's confirmed for ten in the morning to accommodate for the time difference in Mykonos for Aubrey."

"Okay," Chloe said. "I want to call Aunt Peggy and tell her today if that's okay with you?"

"Is everything okay?" Beca asked, looking at Chloe.

"What do you mean? Everything's fine."

"You act like you need my permission to do stuff," Beca said. "You know you don't need my permission to call Aunt Peggy or do anything else you want, right? I love you and trust your judgment without question."

"I'm sorry," Chloe said, wringing her hands. "I'm just really nervous about the whole pregnancy and becoming a mom thing."

"I'm nervous about all of it, too," Beca admitted, smiling softly. "But, I'm also very excited about it. We're going to be the best moms ever. Now, let's call Aunt Peggy and tell her the news, okay?"

"Okay," Chloe said, pulling out her phone. "I love you. You know that, right?"

"Of course, I know that," Beca said, pulling Chloe into a kiss. "I love you, too. Now, stop stalling and call Aunt Peggy."

"Yes, ma'am," Chloe said and placed the call.

"Chloe, dear, how are you?" Peggy's voice came through the phone. "How's Beca?"

"We're both good," Chloe said. "We have some news to tell you."

"Oh," Peggy said. "Who's pregnant? You or Beca?"

"Beca is," Chloe said. "But, uh, how, um, how could you possibly know that's what I was going to tell you? We never told you we were trying."

"I'm so happy and excited for you," Aunt Peggy said, ignoring the question. "When is Beca due? Are you going to find out the sex? Do you have names picked out?"

Chloe laughed. "Slow down," she said. "The baby is due in November and we haven't discussed finding out the sex. So, no names have been picked out either."

"I can't wait to tell your Uncle Matt," Peggy said. "I'm sure he'll be as thrilled as I am."

Beca walked to stand next to Chloe, causing her to look at Beca.

"Ask her if they want to come here for Thanksgiving," Beca whispered. "And meet the baby."

Chloe nodded and said, "Aunt Peggy, we know it's a few months off, but Beca wants to know if you guys want to come here for Thanksgiving. I mean, the baby should be here by then and it would be the perfect time for you to meet him. Or her."

"I'd love that," Peggy said. "And I don't see any reason why we couldn't, but I'll talk to your Uncle Matt and let you know for sure."

"Okay," Chloe said. "Give Uncle Matt our best. We love you."

"We love you, too," Peggy said. "Congratulations and I'll talk to you soon. Bye, Chloe."

"Bye, Aunt Peggy," Chloe said and ended the call.

"So?" Beca prompted.

"She thinks they'll be here," Chloe said. "She needs to check with Uncle Matt and she'll let us know for sure."

~~ My Spy ~~

Saturday morning found Beca and Chloe sitting in front of Beca's laptop waiting for the Bellas to join the Zoom call. Beca was chewing her thumbnail as her leg bounced up and down. Chloe reached over and gently placed a hand on Beca's leg.

"I'm sorry," Beca said. "I'm just so nervous. I know they'll be happy for us."

"It's okay, babe," Chloe said. "It will be fine."

Chloe leaned in and kissed Beca. As she started to pull back, Beca grabbed her behind the head and held her in place while she deepened the kiss. Chloe put her hands on Beca's waist and melted into the kiss.

The laptop pinged indicating people were joining the call. Beca and Chloe looked at the screen to see that several of the girls were smiling back at them.

"Oh, um, hey guys," Beca said, blushing as she gently pushed Chloe from her. "We, um, we'll wait until everyone is on before we get started, okay?"

Chloe sat back and took Beca's hand in hers.

"Okay," Jessica and Ashley said.

Emily, Flo, and Aubrey all nodded to signify their agreement.

"Hey, Pitches!" Amy yelled out from the screen.

"Glad you could join us, Amy," Beca said. "Oh, hey, Stacie. Will we get to see Bella, too?"

"Not today," Stacie said. "She's with my mom."

"That's too bad," Emily said.

CR and Lily joined the call and it looked as if everyone was connected.

"Beca, I think we're all here now," Aubrey said, getting everyone's attention. "So, what's going on?"

"Are one of you pregnant?" Stacie asked, causing Beca's head to snap over and look at her through the screen.

"There's no surprising anyone is there?" Beca huffed to Chloe.

Chloe smiled and kissed her cheek. She turned toward the screen and said, "Beca's pregnant and she's due in November."

"That's aca-awesome," Aubrey said. "Congratulations!"

"Yeah, congratulations you guys," Emily squealed.

"I knew it!" Stacie yelled.

"Maybe we should invite whoever wants to come for Thanksgiving here," Chloe leaned in and whispered in Beca's ear. "Make it a real family affair."

"Should we?"

"Yeah. We can have Thanksgiving together and they can meet the baby, too."

"Sounds like a-"

"What are you two whispering about?" Amy asked, causing all the girls to stare at Beca and Chloe through their computer screens.

"Um, we were just talking and wanted to know if any of you can or want to come here for Thanksgiving," Chloe said. "We'll supply all the food and you can all meet the baby. He or she should be here by then."

"I'd love to," CR said. "Can't wait to meet Baby Beale."

"I'll already be there," Amy said.

Emily squealed and accepted the invitation.

"I accept, too," Aubrey said. "I'll be coming back to the U.S. in October, so I can be in LA for Thanksgiving."

The rest of the Bellas accepted and they agreed to discuss it further as time got closer.

~~ My Spy ~~

Chloe's last day of teaching was bittersweet. She loved her students and had become friends with several of the teachers. The day was over and her students had given her flowers and all hugged her as they were leaving.

Chloe was looking around the room one last time, ensuring she hadn't forgotten anything, when Sandy Clark, one of the teachers, walked in carrying a bottle of champagne.

"We can't have you leaving without a little celebration," Sandy said, waving the champagne toward Chloe. "Come with me. The others are waiting in the Teacher's Lounge."

Chloe smiled and followed Sandy out the door.

"Surprise!" Everyone yelled as soon as Chloe entered the room.

Chloe gasped and placed her hand over her heart.

"You guys!" Chloe exclaimed, looking around the room at the decorations.

Not only were they giving her a going-away party, but they were also combining it with a baby shower.

"Beca!" Chloe squealed, seeing Beca standing at the back of the group.

"Hey," Beca said as Chloe pulled her into a quick kiss.

"I thought you were in the studio all day," Chloe said.

"I actually worked from home until I had to leave to come to this," Beca said, chuckling. "Eleanor over there was quite persuasive in her instance that I be here. They pulled the loud surprise on me when I walked in, too."

Chloe looked over at Eleanor and smiled.

"We can't have a baby shower without both mothers, can we?" Eleanor said.

"This is all so amazing," Chloe said.

"Here," Sandy said, handing Chloe a glass of champagne.

Chloe took the glass and looked at Beca.

"Go ahead," Beca said. "I took a Lyft so I could ride home with you. Drink up and I'll drive us both home."

"God, I love you," Chloe said, kissing Beca and then taking a sip of champagne.

"Here you go, Beca," Eleanor said, handing Beca a ginger ale. "Some bubbly for the little mama without actually drinking the bubbly."

Beca laughed and took the drink. "Thank you."

"Okay, everyone," Eleanor said. "Eat up so we can get to the presents!"

Everyone started chattering and making their plates. Chloe made a plate for her and Beca to share. Beca had made plans to take Chloe out to celebrate her last day of work and they didn't want to spoil their dinner.

Once everyone had their fill, Sandy and Eleanor gathered everyone around Beca and Chloe.

"Chloe," Sandy said, holding out a box wrapped in pink and blue bunnies. "This is from me."

Chloe took the box and handed it to Beca.

"Babe, why don't you open it?"

"Let's open it together," Beca said.

She and Chloe pulled at the paper and opened the box.

Everyone 'oohed' and 'awwed' over the onesies in the box.

"They're so small," Beca exclaimed as she held them up.

~~ My Spy ~~

Amy moved to LA but did not stay with Beca and Chloe. She found and bought a home online.

"You bought a house without seeing it first?" Beca asked as she spoke to Amy on the phone.

"I saw the pictures, Beca," Amy said. "It has everything I was looking for. And the fact that it's only two blocks from you is an added bonus."

"When do you move in?"

"At the end of September," Amy said. "I'll just be traveling until then. I've hired a decorator and will have everything already set up when I move in. I won't have to worry about any of that normal moving stuff."

Beca chuckled. "I can't wait to see it. And you. I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too. And, don't worry, I'll send you an invite to my epic housewarming party," Amy said. "Gotta go, my date's here."

"Have fun," Beca said, ending the call.

~~ My Spy ~~

Summer quickly faded into Fall and Beca's pregnancy advanced as it should. Regular checkups indicated that all was going well.

Chloe didn't have work anymore so she kept herself busy by working on the nursery. It was her pet project and she was trying to make it perfect for their soon-to-be addition to the family. Her biggest decision to date was what color to paint the walls. The couple had opted not to find out the sex of the baby; they wanted to be surprised so Chloe was looking for a neutral color.

Early one Wednesday morning in late October, Chloe was startled awake by the ringing of her phone. She heard and felt Beca stirring beside her and quickly grabbed the phone off the nightstand.

"Hello," Chloe croaked out in answering the phone.

"Chloe?"

"Yeah?"

"This is Carol Baxter," the voice said. "I'm sorry for calling so early but, I was wondering if you would be willing to come in and substitute for Sandy's class?"

"Is she okay?" Chloe asked, sitting up in bed.

"Her father passed away last night and she has to go to Wisconsin," Carol said. "She thinks she'll be gone for a week. I just need you to sub for today while I find someone to take the rest of the time she's out."

"I'll do it," Chloe said. "And I can do the whole week."

"Are you sure?" Carol asked.

"Yes, I'm sure," Chloe said, getting out of bed. "I'll be there by eight."

"Thank you, so much, Chloe," Carol said. "I certainly do appreciate it. I know the kids and teachers will love seeing you again."

"Thank you, Carol," Chloe said. "I'll see you in a few hours."

"What's going on?" Beca asked as soon as Chloe ended the call.

"Carol asked me to sub for Sandy," Chloe said. "Sandy's dad passed away and she has to go out of town for a week."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Beca mumble sleepily. "I don't have to be in the studio for a few more hours. I think I'm going to go back to bed for a while."

Chloe went to Beca's side of the bed and leaned down to kiss Beca.

"Have a good day," Chloe said. "I'll see you when you get home."

Late that day, Beca came home to find Chloe sitting on the couch with papers all around. Beca joined Chloe and moved some of the papers so she could sit down.

"What's going on here?" Beca asked, looking at one of the papers.

"Just grading some papers," Chloe said, smiling. "It was great seeing everyone today. I missed them."

"Are you rethinking your decision to quit?"

"God, no," Chloe said quickly. "I'm all in to be a stay-at-home mom. Seeing the kids today made me even more excited about our own kids. Watching them grow and go off to school. Helping with their homework. Being there for their first steps, first words, all their firsts. I don't want to miss any of that."

"I love how much you love me and our baby," Beca said, smiling.

"I do love you both," Chloe said, pulling Beca into a kiss. "Very much."

Chloe kept her arm around Beca's shoulders, and Beca snuggled into her side.

"What's for dinner?" Beca asked.

~~ My Spy ~~

October moved into November and Chloe was becoming a nervous wreck. Every time Beca so much as groaned or put her hand to her stomach, Chloe was by her side to make sure she was okay.

After about the fiftieth time in a week of this happening, Beca was becoming frustrated.

"Babe," Beca said the next time it happened. "I'm fine. You need to relax. All this checking on me is making me frustrated and anxious. That's not good for me or the baby. So, please, if you love me, you'll relax, okay?"

"I'm sorry," Chloe said, shaking out her hands. "I'm just so nervous about everything. I mean, the nursery is ready and we have all the big stuff we need. But, what about the little stuff? Do we have enough diapers for when we bring the baby home? Do we need more bottles? Can we-"

"Babe," Beca interrupted, with a gentle smile. "We're ready. I promise. We have everything we need to start out and can get whatever else we need when the need arises."

"You're right," Chloe said, taking a deep breath and letting it out. "I'll relax and let mother nature take its course."

"Thank you," Beca said.

Chloe kept her promise until Beca's due date came and went. Chloe became anxious again and Beca had enough the Saturday before Thanksgiving.

"Chloe," Beca said. "I made a list of things we need for Thanksgiving dinner. Would you mind doing the grocery shopping today? I want to make some dishes in advance so we can enjoy having everyone here and not be in the kitchen all day."

"Sure, babe," Chloe said. "Will you be okay by yourself while I'm gone?"

"Yes, Chloe," Beca said. "I'll be fine. I'll keep my phone on me and call you if anything happens, okay?"

Chloe breathed in through her nose and chewed her lip. "Okay, I'll go. But you'd better keep your phone on you and call me if you so much as feel a twinge."

Beca smiled as she leaned in to kiss Chloe. "I promise."

Chloe had been gone about an hour and was in the middle of the grocery store when her phone rang. She quickly pulled it out expecting to see Beca's name on the caller ID; instead, it was Amy's.

"Amy?" Chloe answered the call. "What-"

"Chloe, you have to get to the hospital," Amy blurted out.

"What?" Chloe asked, stopping her cart in the middle of the aisle.

"Beca's at the hospital," Amy said. "She's in labor and she's shouting for you."

"What hospital?" Chloe asked, abandoning her cart and sprinting toward the exit.

"LA Presbyterian," Amy said. "You'd better hurry."

"I'm on my way," Chloe said, unlocking the car door. "Tell her I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"Okay," Amy said. "See you soon."

Chloe drove calmly but quickly to the hospital. She pulled into the parking lot and rushed inside to the main desk.

"I'm Chloe Beale," Chloe told the receptionist. "My wife was just brought in. She's in labor."

"One moment, ma'am," the receptionist said. "What's your wife's name?"

"Chloe!"

Chloe jerked her head around to see Amy and several of the Bellas standing a few feet away.

"Thank goodness, you're here," Emily said as she rushed over to Chloe, grabbing her arm. "Come on."

Chloe rushed off with Emily and joined the other girls.

"Are Beca and the baby okay?" Chloe asked.

"We haven't heard anything yet," Aubrey said.

"How are you all here?" Chloe asked, looking around at everyone.

"We all came early to give you guys a surprise Baby Shower," Jessica replied. "Turns out, we were the ones who were surprised."

"Yeah," Ashley said. "We went to your house and Beca answered doubled over and told us she was in labor. Everything started happening so fast."

"We thought we were going to be delivering the baby ourselves," Stacie said.

"Family of Rebeca Beale?" a voice called out, causing all the girls to turn toward the sound.

"Um, I'm her wife," Chloe said, stepping forward.

"I'm Dr. Johnson," the man said. "Congratulations, you have a son."

The girls gathered around Chloe and started chatting and oohing and awwing over the fact that Beca and Chloe had a son.

Chloe's eyes were wide as she stood there stunned. "I have a son?"

"Yes," Dr. Johnson said. "Would you like to see your wife and son?"

Chloe swallowed and nodded her head.

"Follow me," Dr. Johnson said, smiling at Chloe.

Chloe followed Dr. Johnson and entered the room where he held the door open for her.

"Chloe!" Beca cried out. "We have a son."

"I heard," Chloe said, as she rushed over to Beca's bedside.

Chloe looked down at the newborn cradled in Beca's arms. Tears started streaming down her face.

"He's beautiful," Chloe whispered in awe. "And, so tiny."

Chloe sniffled and wiped at the tears on her face.

"I can't believe I missed his birth," Chloe said.

"I'm sorry," Beca said, reaching up to cup Chloe's face. "It all happened so fast. If the Bellas hadn't shown up when they did, I might have had him on our living room floor."

Chloe chuckled as she sat on the side of the bed, her eyes never leaving the baby. "That would have been quite the story to tell."

"So," Beca said. "What are we going to name him?"

"Can we name him after my dad?" Chloe asked.

"I'd love that," Beca said, looking down at the baby. "He looks a bit like a William. Or maybe a Billy."

"Billy Beale," Chloe said, looking down as the baby stretched and yawned in Beca's arms. "I think he likes it."

Beca looked down at her son and said, "Billy Beale I'd like to introduce you to your mama." Beca then turned to look up at Chloe. "Mama, meet your son, William "Billy" Beale."

Chloe gently took the baby from Beca and bounced him lightly in her arms.

"Hello, son," Chloe whispered.

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A/N: I know, I know, I left it open-ended because I really like this AU and I may come back to them later for some holiday one-shots.

Thanks for sticking with me to the end. This is not goodbye, it's just ta-ta for now.