#my wife hemmed them a bit and i could squeeze my butt into them if i held my breath and they were a great pair of work pants for $7

[the-trans-dragon]

Could a person with mental illness do THIS?

*spends 20 minutes trying to respond to a text, too anxious to commit to a first word such as "Hey" versus "Hi!" versus maybe a unique catchphrase I should incorporate into my personality like "Banjo bonjour!" or, if it would be more logical, "Bonjour banjo!"*

[h0tchner]

go team hotchner!

pairing: dad!aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: aaron is coaching jack’s soccer game & reader is in the crowd! aaron & reader are happily married, but another woman’s mean comments and blatant flirting makes the reader jealous. fluffy shenanigans ensue!

word count: 2.5k

includes: FLUFF, jack hotchner is the sweetest, you & aaron are married, jealous!reader, kissing, family planning, & AARON IN A GREY T-SHIRT

rating: 18+ (for VERY brief mentions of sex and a little smidge of cursing)

a/n: i wrote this for @ssahotchswife​’s soft hotch saturday! this is my first published fic, so i hope y’all enjoy. PLS (!!!!!!!!!!!) interact if you liked this, rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞

“Atta boy, Jack!” Aaron yells from the side of the field, clapping his hands as his son scores another goal.

Beaming, you holler from the benches along with the crowd. You watch as your husband jogs up and down the sidelines with ease, keeping up with Jack’s soccer team. It’s a stunning Saturday morning and you are thrilled to spend every moment of it with the Hotchner boys. Your Hotchner boys.

When they asked Aaron to coach the team, how could he say no? After losing Hayley, he promised himself that he would do everything in his power to be there for Jack. When you first started dating, Aaron was hesitant to introduce you to his son. It wasn’t because he didn’t want you in Jack’s life, but rather he didn’t want to scare you away. You were a 26-year-old NCIS agent and he was a 40-something FBI agent. You knew he had a son, you knew he was a widow, and you knew he was older than you: but you didn’t care. You loved him. It took a little coaxing to get Aaron to open up to you about his fears, but once he did, you assured him then and there that you weren’t going anywhere. He introduced you to Jack the very same day. Four years later, you and Aaron are stronger than ever.

The ref blows the whistle, calling a break. Aaron motions for the kids to huddle in. He squats on the floor to get on their level, enthusiastically whispering, walking them through the next play. Your heart swells watching him talk to the group of children. Aaron Hotchner, always the hero, the role-model, the leader. Gentle yet powerful: he was intoxicating.

Your eyes dart over his crouched figure; the soft, heather grey of his t-shirt clings to his broad shoulders. You draw in a breath, a memory of last night flooding your senses, remembering how you held on to those shoulders for dear life as he pounded you into the bed. You feel your cheeks blush red, and you look up to the sky, shutting your eyes to collect yourself. Damn. Even just the thought of touching him gets your blood up.

You open your eyes, letting your gaze travel back to Aaron’s body, admiring how good his butt looks in those black Adidas track pants. You bite your lip a bit, feeling overwhelmed with joy, knowing that beautiful man, inside and out, was all yours. God, what you wanted to do to...

“Damn he is HOT. Way hotter than the old coach. I think his son is on the team?” A woman’s voice rings out from behind you.

“Yeah, I think so. Did you hear what happened to his first wife? So sad, lost her when his son was little. Apparently he’s shacked up with some 20-something-year-old now.” A second woman’s voice chimes in.

“No way. Him? Married to that? He needs a real woman, not some child. A man that experienced should be with someone his own age. I’m gonna talk to him after the game, see what his deal is.” The first woman replies, voice dripping with venom.

“I think you should!” Agrees the second.

“Oh, I will. I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse.” Snickers the first.

They both laugh as you sit frozen in your seat, blinded by a wave of anger and sadness.

Some child? Someone his own age? Their hurtful words pierce right through your heart as you furiously blink back tears.

The ref blows the whistle, and the team scatters back onto the field. The ladies cheer behind you as the game starts back up. It takes all your strength not to break down under the crushing weight of their conversation. You take in some deep breaths, mulling over their comments. You weren’t “some child!” You were a grown-ass woman! You had a job! You were a federal agent! You loved Aaron and Jack: they were your whole world!

As you continue to give yourself a mental pep-talk, the hurt begins to dissipate as you realize how stupid those woman sounded. They didn’t even know you, or Aaron, or anything about your relationship. In that moment, you tell yourself that instead of wallowing in self-doubt, you would stand up to them and make it known that you were the only one for Aaron.

Just like that: you begin to feel a bit better. You focus all your attention on Aaron and Jack, letting the game fly by. You ignore the ladies gossiping behind you, and, by the time the kids are lining up to give the other team high-fives, you had pulled yourself together and come up with a plan to put these ladies right back in their place. You just had to wait for the right time to make your move.

“Wish me luck!” squeals the first woman. You can feel her getting up from the bleachers behind you.

“Go get him, girl!” sasses the second.

You watch as the woman walks down the aisle, her straight blonde ponytail swishing as she goes. She’s wearing blue-jean shorts and a white lace top: an outfit you’ve seen before on a hundred women who looked just like her. In any other circumstance you’d applaud her efforts (girls supporting girls, right?) but this was your man she had her sights on. No way. Not a chance. She wasn’t going to lay a single pink manicured finger on him.

Aaron is talking to the ref and the other team’s coach when she taps him on the shoulder.

Oh HELL no. You think, frowning.

He turns around and gives her a small, polite smile. You can’t hear the exchange, but after a few moments, she sticks out her hand to shake his, laughing. Aaron curtly returns the shake and turns back to finish up his prior conversation; but, this time, the blonde woman puts a hand on his arm again, lightly pulling him away. Your blood begins to boil. She gestures to the pack of kids, now getting drinks and snacks from the fold-up table next to the bleachers. Aaron nods, pointing over to where Jack is standing, sipping on some lemonade. She puts her hand on his arm again and tilts her head.

You decide it has been long enough. It’s go time.

You walk down the bleachers, picking up the hem of your baby blue floral sundress so you wouldn’t step on it as you descended.

The woman is still all over Aaron, clearly flirting. Aaron’s arms are crossed over his chest, lips in a terse smile. It didn’t take a profiler to know that his behaviour screamed “get me out of here.”

You fluff your hair a bit, letting it fall loosely around your face. With confidence, your feet hit the soft grass and you head towards your husband.

“Aaron!” you call out, waving and smiling as you near him, shooting daggers at the blonde woman by his side.

The moment he sees you approaching, you watch his entire demeanour change.

“Y/N!” he grins, excusing himself from the woman.

She whips around to face you with a vengeance as Aaron scoops you up, tanned arms firm around your middle. He spins you around as you laugh, surprised, looking down at him with pure elation.

He sets you down and, before you have a chance to say anything else, grabs your face in his hands, crashing his mouth into yours. You throw your arms around his neck and card your fingers in his hair, kissing him with the same fervour.

You can practically feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. It’s hot and dominating: something about winning a game makes Aaron primal and giddy. You certainly aren’t complaining.

He breaks the kiss and lets his hands fall to your waist, squeezing lightly.

“Congrats on the win, Coach Hotchner.” You smile as you brush a lock of sweaty black hair off his forehead.

“Couldn’t have done it without my favourite cheerleader, Mrs. Hotchner.” He winks, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

“Oh yeah?” You prod, cocking your head, looking into his gorgeous hazel eyes. “Who would that be?”

“Hm.” He pauses, looking up pensively.

He wraps his arms even tighter around your middle and dips his head down, whispering one word in your ear: “You.”

You laugh, swaying with him for a moment, capturing his lips in another kiss. As you pull apart, out of the corner of your eye you watch as the blonde woman stands frozen to the same spot, mouth agape. You smirk, feeling satisfied and self-assured knowing your little scheme was a success.

Then, like a rocket, you see Jack running towards you with a mile-wide grin on his flushed face.

“Y/N! Did you see? Did you see me make two goals?” Jack exclaims.

“Yeah buddy, I saw the whole thing!” You capture him in a bear hug, kissing the top of his head. You ruffle his hair and kneel down, looking into his soft brown eyes.

“I’m so proud of you. Did you have fun?”

“Yeah! I love soccer!” Jack nods.

“You did a great job Jack.” Aaron says, helping you stand. He wraps an arm around your waist and looks lovingly down at his son.

“You’re our soccer superstar.” You add, glancing between Jack and Aaron with unbridled joy. “Now go! Go back to your friends!” You laugh, shooing him away, back to the group of sweaty 8-year-olds and their snacks.

You stand there with Aaron, snaking your arm around his back to match his around yours. You both watch as Jack bounds off. A quick glance to the side shows that the blonde woman is long gone, probably stomping back up to her friend to whine and call you more names.

“Is she gone?” Aaron murmurs into your hair, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head.

You stutter, “How... how did you?” You trail off in disbelief.

“Oh please,” he smirks, “I had to stop you from practically biting her head off when you walked over.”

“Aaron!” you yelp, mocking upset. “You should’ve let me at her.”

He chuckles, lips twitching into a smile as he quirks one eyebrow up. “I couldn’t have my wife fighting with the aunt of one of my players. It’d reflect poorly on me.”

“She called me a child. Said that you should be with someone your own age. I think that warrants a free pass.”

His joking manner stops abruptly at your declaration. “That’s ridiculous and you know it,” he furrows his brow, shaking his head lightly.

You reach up and run your fingers over his scrunched forehead, soothing the lines into something softer.

“I know,” you nod.

Aaron pulls you into his side, wordless. Fingers tracing lightly over your hip. You knew he was thinking the same thing: no matter what they said, you knew in your heart that you and Aaron were meant to be. Age be damned. He was yours and you were his: forever. Simple as that.

“Mmm,” you sigh, taking in the beauty of the moment. You smile at the clear sky, the fresh air, and the feeling of the man you loved, right by your side. You two watch Jack as he talks and laughs with the other kids. He looks so happy to be surrounded by them: a natural conversationalist. You can’t help but start to think about how he would be the best big brother in the whole world. It makes your breath hitch in your throat a bit.

“What is it?” Aaron gives your side a squeeze.

Of course he could sense when your thoughts began to wander. Aaron was a man of many talents.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” You look up at him with a reassuring glance, returning the squeeze.

“Y/N...” Aaron trails off, hazel-brown eyes searing into yours.

Damn your gaze, Hotchner.

You look away, letting your arm drop from his waist and move to step away a bit: he grabs for your hand instinctively, keeping you next to him. His big hands engulf your small ones, fingers entwined.

You know he is still staring at you, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him yet. Your eyes refocus on Jack.

“I was... I was thinking,” you begin. “I love you. I love you so much, no matter what anybody else says. And I love Jack like he’s my own.”

You breathed in, prepping yourself mentally for what you were about to say next.

“Jack is so good with other kids.” You continue, “He loves being social, being a teammate.”

You gather the strength to meet your husband’s famous glare.

“And watching you coach these kids? You’re so good with them, Aaron. You make every one of them feel special. You give 110% of your heart, and I am so lucky to be your co-coach in life.” You tell him in earnest.

“Aaron,” you carry on, emboldened, “I think it’s time we added a new member to the Hotchner team” you finish, searching every inch of Aaron’s face for recognition.

You watch as he takes in the information. After a few beats, it clicks.

“Y/N,” his expression softens, “Do you want to have a baby?”

You bite your lip and nod, eyes wide and hopeful.

Aaron nearly explodes with happiness; his eyes crinkle as he smiles down at you, unable to speak. And then, his warm body envelopes yours, solid but soft: unmistakably Aaron.

You let out a shaky laugh and bury your head in his neck, breathing in the smell of cologne and light sweat.

He pulls back a little, one hand tilting your chin up to look at him.

“Oh my god, Y/N,” he shakes his head in disbelief.

“Does that mean yes?” you ask, in a small voice.

Aaron laughs again, letting out a sigh. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his hand linger on your cheek. You lean into his touch.

“Yes,” he says, giddy. “Let’s have a baby.”

The sound of children laughing fills your ears as you grab the back of his head and pull Aaron into a soft kiss. The kiss is full of promise: a gentle pact, sealing the deal. You and Aaron were going to have a baby. Jack was going to have a little brother or sister.

You pull away, arms still around his neck.

“I love you, Aaron.” You breathe out.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispers back.

Nobody on this planet could shake the bond you and Aaron had. Suburban soccer moms be damned.

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Help wanted

Summery: Boarding house with the occasional unwanted tenant.

Note: I don’t think Arvin is dark in this, but it might be for other people.

Warning: non-con/dub con, dark theme, choking, slight spanking, cream pie

Grey Arvin Russell x Reader; Dark Lee Bodecker x Reader

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The bell rung on the door of your boarding house. Drying your hands with a dish rag you got yourself ready to meet whoever it was coming through the door. When you crossed through the archway you were shocked still.

He had a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, his clothes looked all greased up, the hat that hid a thick tuft of hair peaked out looked like it had seen better days.

His type weren't known for being on this side of town so you figured he was either new to town or looking for someone.

You welcomed him with a soft smile and gave your name.

"How can I help you today sir?"

"Hello Ma'am." He said politely, tipping his hat slightly at you. His thick country twang confirming the former. "I saw the help wanted sign out side. Y'all still hiring?"

"Um..Y-yeah... I need a handy man, job includes free room, and board, but I won't just hire anybody though. There is a washer in the basement, if you fix one of them the jobs yours."

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Waddling to the basement with your Daddy's old toolbox, the heavy rusty thing knocked at your knees each step. He jogged over to you, taking the kit from your grasp and you thank him for it.

"The left one broke down a month ago and the other I'm guessing couldn't handle the over use. Dryers work just fine though."

Before he could reply you heard the door bell ring again. You excused yourself and left him to work.

"I'm coming, just a minute!" You shout down the hall as you hurried.

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"Sorry it took so long."

"Saul right Ma'am" he said rising from the floor. You watched from the door as he twisted a dial. The hum of the machine filled the growing awkward silence.

"Well aren't you something! I guess that means your hired."

He lifted his hat to smooth back stray strands of hair, his shy smile hid as he looked down to the floor.

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"Your room's on the third floor. Has a bed and a little sitting place. It's really small just enough room to lay your head really." The sound of foot-steps coming down the stairs halted you. Your eyes watch their back disappear into the night, until he cleared his throat bringing your attention back.

"That'll do just fine Ma'am." Something about his southern accent made your heart flutter. He picked up his duffel, throwing the strap over his shoulder as you dug out your ledger.

"Just down there is the supper table. I cook breakfast and dinner. You can eat in your room if you like, a lot of them do."  You explained as you watch him sign the book. Arvin Russell it read.

He adjusted his strap as you talked, his deep brown eyes made it hard for you to keep his gaze, making you fidget nervously in place. "Most folks are gone during the day so I don't make lunch, but if you like no problem just give me a holler. Bath rooms are at the end of each hall."

Digging in your desk you find the master keys and a list of things that needed to be fixed. His fingers grazed yours lightly in the transfer, Arvin's touch sent a ripple of heat up to your face. He flipped through the wrinkled papers, scanning over the chores with a wrinkled brow.

"S-sorry to put so much on you, but when my daddy got sick things got out of hand and I never been one for fixing things."

"No problem Ma'am."

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During the day you kept busy. Scrubbing windows and mopping the halls of each floor. Arvin crossed paths with you on occasion. Gently brushing past you with his tools as he headed to his next assignment.

The door to Odis', one of the tents, room was left wide open when you walked by. Curious you glanced in, catching sight of Arvin lifting his shirt. Your legs stop moving as you watched him wipe away beads of sweat from his brow with the hem. You couldn't stop yourself from ogling his well toned exposed stomach.

The clanking of the dust pan hitting the floor caught his attention. Your face burn with embarrassment when he found you standing outside the room. Panicked you quickly picked up the pan and rushed off to the ground floor.

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You heard Arvin call your name. "Yeah?" You replied weakly still embarrassed.

*Relax he isn't thinking about you. Probably just thinks your a clumsy dits.

He came halfway down the stairs, looking down at you from the banister. "You got a minute? I need a little help" he asked politely.

"Oh sure... Uh sure" you reply looking up at him. Arvin abandoned his cap, his dark hair sticking to his forehead, curling from sweat. More sweat pooled on his shirt, the dampness helped stick the fabric to his lean figure.

Following him up the stairs he led you to a room on the third floor. In the corner of the room there was a large metal pipe leaning against the wall.

You watched as Arvin lifted the heavy pipe, angling it vertically in position.

"Can you hold this?" he called over his shoulder.

Walking over you grabbed it and Arvin moved to get behind you. He took your hands and placed them along the pipe as you steadied yourself to hold it still while it slightly wobbled.

"OK hold still just like that." He bent over beside you, digging into the tool box that rested on the floor. When he rose, Arvin stayed close behind you. You could feel the heat coming off him, he smelled like sweat and after shave. Your hands felt sweaty as you felt rattled a bit by his closeness.

The pipe shifted a bit, you tried nudging it slightly, but couldn't get it back in place.

"Stay steady" his breath tickled your ear, you gasped making him chuckle lightly. "Just like that" he moved the pipe back into place, pushing into your butt when he stepped closer. "Just hold right... here." He placed a hand on your hip and you tensed. His fingers lightly squeezed your softness. You had to fight hard to bring your mind out of the gutter, he just needed your help, nothing more, the spot between your thighs thought otherwise.

With his arms raised above you, Arvin tightened the nuts to secure the metal tube. You swallowed thickly when you heard him grunt as he forced the wrench to move. Looking over to your right you spied his exposed arms. His muscle flexing as he moved.

"Almost done" he said to you, pushing you almost flush to the steel, bumping you gently with each twist of the wrench. You only nod, unable to conjure words to speak properly. Through the cheap fabric of your dress you felt something hard poke at you through his jeans.

*Stomp it now get your mind out of the gutter.

You don't know what had gotten into you lately. First staring at him like a creeper now thinking about his manhood. Maybe its about time you started going back to church you thought to yourself. Cause right now it felt like the devil was leading you to temptation.

When Arvin stepped back you had to choke down a whimper from the loss of his feel. Pressing your lips together you prayed he aint hear you.

Tapping a hand on your shoulder you turn to look at him. "All done." He smiled at you, your hands release the pipe and you backed away.

"Thanks Ma'am."

"You're welcome Arvin" You smiled shyly then rushed off back to your desk.

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No matter how hard your days were the nights were by far the worst. Lying in bed you felt the mattress dip. The fear of the impending figure behind you prickled your skin.

Your eyes squeezed tightly shut as you tried to force yourself to sleep. Holding your breath in a dumb attempt to force yourself to pass out. The blanket covering you pulled away and you felt water fall from your closed eyes.

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Propping your head on your hands you leaned on your desk. Your eyes drooped as you zoned out, looking into space.

"You alright Ma'am?" Arvin startled you as he walked down the stairs.

"I couldn't sleep." You stand up and stretch, yawning a bit. He walked closer to your desk, dressed in his work pants shirt.

"Try some warm milk. Used to help me." He passed by your desk, walking down the hall with tool kit in had to the washers. The old machines acting up again since last time he fixed them.

"Oh Arvin" you shouted at him before he passed through the door. "Um.. can I add something to your list. No worries if you can't get it done today, but I would much appreciate it if you could."

Placing the box down by the laundry door he walked back over, digging the sheet from his back pocket. You grabbed a pen hopeful it was a task he wouldn't mind sorting right away.

"If you can't fix the lock today no problem. I will just go sleep in the attic." You spoke casually as he slipped you the paper to write on. He read over your assignment and you watched as his lips made a hard line.

"I locked myself out of my room, didn't want to wake you to get the spare, sorry. Now I done made more work for you" you laughed, but their was no humor in it. His features softened and you hoped he wouldn't press the issue.

Pushing the paper back to him, you bid him a due and turn to face away to pretend to make a call. When you heard him walk away you let out a breath.

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Arvin was a saint among men. You don't know where he found the money, but he added a chain lock to your door. You smiled at the shiny gold. Sliding on the chain and the bottom lock you prepared for bed.

Laying in bed the thought of the extra lock helped sooth your nerve as you slipped into sleep.

You felt an uncomfortable lump at your back rousing you awake. Your eyes shot open and a hand covered your mouth before you could scream out.

"You think your smart, putting that chain on that door" the beer on his breath hit your nose. Your tears soaked his hand as he held you.

You shake your head 'no' repeatedly in reply. He was still dressed in his work clothes as he laid next to you. The sound of his belt jingling made the tears fall harder.

"I told your daddy I would look out for you. How am I gonna do that if you lock the door?"

Lee, a local cop, only came around when his wife was either on the mends or she just flat out kicked him out. Your father had offered the man a free bed whenever he needed. His way of thanking him for keeping the neighborhood safe.

Lee pushed up your night gown and tsked when he felt your panties. The hand on your mouth slipped down your neck and you blubbered out your apologizes. He hated panties, too much work he called it. "What I told you about these?" he grumbled, forcing the fabric down.

"I-i'm sorry I thought my monthlies were coming on." You sniffed. You tried hard not to cry, you just hopped he would squeeze hard enough to make you pass out.

You heard him spit in his hand, he bumped into your back as he lubed himself up. You yelped when he smacked your ass hard, the sudden sting of pain loosening your locked legs.

"Yea you said that last week. I aint forget girl." He shoved himself inside after he found your opening. "Fucking bitch. I run the house gawd damn it!" Lee was mad at his wife agin. What ever his spite with her, you were paying for it. "Not gonna tell me what to do. Fucking bitch." He growled, panting heavily as he pumped.

You jolted with each thrust, no matter how many times Lee did it, it never got easier.

"Please." You panted desperately. "Please don't come in me" you choked out, his hand tightening his grip around your throat. You had been lucky so far, but you knew it was only a matter of time before your luck ran out.

Lee didn't like back talk, this was his show and you were just here for the ride. Pushing you completely flat you grip the fabric of the sheets. Lifting your ass as he rose to his knees he fucked into you harder. You cried out unable to adjust to his lengthen. He chuckled darkly at your pain, slamming into you repeatedly with a punishing rhythm.

He cursed your name. Reminded you of your place as he came deep in you. His seed filling your cunt as you pressed your head into the mattress and cried.

He slipped out of the bed. His pants once again jingling as he fixed himself up and headed out the door.

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It was that time of the month again.

Whenever he shouted he spit. It was disgusting. You had given him chance after chance, but he used them all. "I'm sorry Tommy if you don't have the rent by Thursday you are going to have to leave."

"Fuck you bitch you let that boy stay here rent free!"  He shouted. Trying to make sure tent knew.

"He works here. He earns he keep."

"Then let me earn mine? or give me another week." He barked. His tone more of a demand than a request.

Sighing you hung your head low. Rubbing your temple with one hand you hugged your stomach with the other. First of the month was the worst. Tents ducked and dodged. Begged and pleaded or straight up demand just to not pay rent.

"Next Friday Tommy... That's the last time you hear me." You try to sound strong, but you knew he didn't give a shit as long as he won. "If you aint got it then, then I'm changing the locks and putting your stuff on the street."

He slammed his door in your face and you turned on your heels headed to the next delinquent.

"You alright Ma'am?" Straight ahead, Arvin poked out from the bathroom. You had to fight yourself from looking down at his lower half. In your peripheral you could see he was just in a towel that hung around his waist.

His wet hair seemed to curl under the towel on his head. Strands sticking to his forehead, his face still damp from the shower.

"Umm yeah. Uh just rents due and folks get a little uppity around this time of the month." You dry chuckle turning your eyes up at the ceiling. Fighting yourself from venturing further.

You couldn't tell if it was the steam that came from the bathroom or you. Whenever he was close, your body would react. The heat would turn up making you sweat.

"Well alright then. You have a good night Ma'am."

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*Bang Bang Bang

"Tommy!" You bang again. "Tommy! I will give you to the count of three. If you don't open this door and pay up. I am coming in and kicking you out!" You huffed tapping a foot.

"Ma'am?"

"Morning Arvin. Sorry did I wake you?"

"No was working down the hall."

"Tommy, skipped out on rent I think." Taking a deep breath you lifted your master key ring and unlocked the door. When you peered inside the room was a mess, no sign of Tommy.

Arvin followed you in side, with a hand on your hip you groaned. The amount of clean up you would have to do to ready it for a new tenant would take all day.

"Arvin can you change the lock on the door. I hate doing this, but I gotta kick him out"

"Sure thing ma'am"

As you turn to leave you over at Arvin who was still assessing the damage to the room. "Oh and can you possibly stay close. If he comes around I might need your help."

Arvin only nodded in response as you took your leave.

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Tommy didn't come back that day or the next. Putting up a sign you thought that you could clean up the room a bit, before the weekend. With the storm you figured not to many people would be coming around anyway.

Taking up a few boxes you get to tossing. One box you would keep in the addict. Somethings were just to hard to throw away sometimes, but a good chunk would go.

Thunder bashed down filling the room with a blinding white light. You yelped loudly bringing the sound of feet rushing down your way.

"You alright Ma'am?" Arvin looked in the room worried.

"Sorry Arvin, it’s just the storm. Lightening makes me a bit skittish sorry." You apologize as you get back to clearing the room.

"Well I am finished with my list for today, would you mind if I trouble you for some company?"

"U-um sure" you tried to fight off the smile.

His lips curled as he walked in the room. The instant he crossed the door frame you heard shouting coming from down stairs. When the voice made itself more clear you frowned.

"Oh uh sorry.. I need to tend to that" you say softly. With your head low you walked past him.

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Lee was wet and agitated. "Fucking bitch had the nerve to accuse me of drinking again." He spat while you sat waiting on the bed. "I aint touch a drop today" he said smugly.

You looked at your feet as he undressed in front of you. The sound of a siren blared loudly from out side, Lee turned and squinted at the sound. "Shit!" He stopped undressing and ran out.

Getting up from the bed you grabbed your robe and peered out the hall. The front door was open and Lee wasn't there. The rain still coming down hard, blew in through the open door so you walked bare foot to close it and see if he had really gone. His car was gone that was for sure and as you looked into the rain it seemed he had disappeared too. You exhaled in relief, backed away and closed the entrance.

"Ma'am?" Arvin called to you out of breath.

"Shit!" You gasped, turning to face him. Your heart bashed in your chest as you stared at him crazily. He was soaked to the bone. "Your gonna catch a cold walking around like that" you scolded tightening your robe.

"Do you have any clean towels?" You asked, but you turn back to look at the door. Hoping that Lee wouldn't suddenly comeback.

"I think so.. I know I need to do laundry, not too good at it so I've been holding it off."

"Well, I don't normally do this, but if you like I can mix yours with mine. I don't have enough clothes to justify using all that water anyway."you shrugged.

"I don't want to put you out" he stepped closer to you. "The way his clothes clung to him you had to try hard not to stare.

"N-no trouble. Um wait here I'll give you a towel just in case." You leave him and head back into your room. Digging in your cabinet for the towels. When you turned around again Arvin stood in your living room, looking around your meager abode. "I know it aint much, but at least I got my own bathroom" you chuckled.

When he stepped closer and you had to hold yourself together. Arvin dragged his teeth over his bottom lip while his eyes fell to the opening in your rope.

"S-sorry" your face felt on fire, embarrassed you looked down to your feet. You held out the towel and closed the robe with the other. Arvin’s hand lifted your chin and your eyes went wild.

His lips felt so soft. You just wanted to kiss them all day. Arvin's arms wrapped around your waist and you wanted to melt into him.

Arvin turned you around and backed you up until you both fell backwards onto the bed. Arvin rested comfortably between your thighs while his manhood pressed on your mound. You didn’t know if it were his jeans or your nature making you go wet, but either way you welcomed it.

You gasped when he sucked on your neck, kissing the spot after pulling off. Arvin ground his hips into you making the warmth between your legs soak with desperation.

Holding himself above you, you forced yourself to finally look back at him without shying away. He smirked down at you as he peeled off his top, the wet garment hit the floor hard. His muscles moved and tightened as he freed his shaft. Biting your bottom lips you hummed when he rubbed the tip hard against your slit then lining himself up. Arvin pressed his weight down as he pushed inside slowly. You moaned his name at his fullness. The bed frame squeaked as he rocked.

Kissing you again swallowing your moans, you wrap your legs around his back urging him deeper. Ever the gentleman he obliged.

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*Bang Bang Bang

The furious jiggling and banging was most definitely Lee. You were surprised he hadn't popped the lock as usual, but it was only a matter of time before he got through.

Arvin must not have noticed so you slapped his chest. Pushing him off, but he wouldn't stop. Instead kissing you again as you tried to speak.

"Arvin please, that's Lee... he's.. cop" you spoke on his lips, but your words meant nothing.

Arvin's eye were darkened with lust. You tried to spin away, but he hooked your legs keeping you there, fucking you with his slow pace. He was splitting your mind in two. You wanted to cum so desperately, but your reason told you that Lee wouldn't take kindly to this.

Arvin continued to rock into you as Lee screamed at the door.  Your back arched when Arvin took your nipple in his mouth.

"That's it. That's my girl. Come for me." He mumbled over your nipple. Licking the areola and sucking it again, you came around him, squeezing his cock making him hum with approval.

The banging on your bedroom wall brought your high down fast. "I will shoot through this gawd damn wall if you don't let me in!" Lee threatened. You looked at Arvin with panic in your eye. Arvin kissed you gently again as Lee screamed on. You were terrified, you hoped you could explain Arvin's presence away as a maintenance emergency, but before you could properly forma a though he pulled up his pants as you fixed yourself. Arvin didn't stop or look back as you called out to him. Paying you no mind as he opened the door and walked out.

The sound in the hall was so loud you thought lightening had broke through the roof. You rushed out of your room and found Lee out cold, with a pool growing around his perimeter. You looked at Arvin, the young man unconcerned as he began dragging the cop into your room by his feet.

"Get a bucket and a mop" he commanded, the pistol tucked deep in his pants. Without a word you followed his orders.

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[monisimping]

the second | m.

— characters : hanamaki takahiro (25) x f!reader

— genre : smut

— words : 1.7 k

— warnings : creampie, breeding, risk of getting caught, raw sex (use protection kids!), horsecock makki, a child, dilf and househusband makki, bad language, dirty talk, mention of spanking and hair pulling

— note : i saw this vid and my obssession over househusbands and dilfs brought this piece to life. it was written very late at night and i was kind of tipsy- oops. but i should be thanking my wifeu because i was complaining to her about not having a good nasty playlist to listen to and she fucking created one for me?? hello??? wife material!!! anyways, i hope you like it!!!

he pressed his naked chest to your back covered in a silky shirt, his left hand snaking around your waist while the right hand was cupping the firm flesh of your ass. he nuzzled his face to the crook of your neck, smelling in your natural scent of sweat and lingering body lotion. kisses started lingering where the naked skin of yours was shown; right hand going over your right ass cheek down, fingers moving aside the silky material of pajama's shorts.

your skin felt so smooth under his touch even after the activity you two did not long ago. he wanted to feel you again; to feel your kisses, your fingers running down his back, legs around his waist pushing him deeper into you. he loved your private times, even though it has been harder these last years, but you two managed to make it work; screaming into pillows and sex on the floor of your bedroom were common things now.

you automatically pushed your ass to his crotch, taking a wide stance and feeling him hard against the crack of your ass cheeks in which you moved your pelvis from side to side, giving him a little bit of friction. in return, Hanamaki dragged his palm over your folds before slipping his right middle finger into your hole, feeling the dampness of your and Makki's body liquids from earlier. seeing you letting out silent exhales of thrill over the feeling of his finger in you made him smirk, biting on to your flesh on your neck, his strawberry blond hair tickling you on your jaw. he pumped the finger in you a few times before adding his ring finger that fitted into you with ease.

you opened your mouth, gripping the knife and carrot in your hands in tight clasps. "Hiro, oh, we shouldn't d-" the rest of the sentence got stuck in your throat, eyes opening; third finger slipping in with a little bit of resistance but it made it in. moving them in and out made your eyes roll back to your head, biting your bottom lip to stop the sounds coming out. you made the carrot in your left hand fell on the kitchen slab, the hand quickly grabbing on to his left hand tightly wrapped around your waist.

“you’re telling me no, but your little friend is very much telling me yes please,” Hanamaki whispered seductively in your ear with a little giggle, pumping the fingers in you faster. your pussy started to make squelching noises in which you were afraid were too loud for your own liking. but it felt euphoric, his fingers weren’t as good as his dick but they still made you cum so many times.

“wait, wai- fuck!” you cursed, taking in quiet gasps of air.

Makki’s fingers slipped out of you, clear and sticky secretion covering them to the last knuckle. he quickly put them in his mouth, licking them clean; he didn't care that he could have tasted his own cum, fuck that bullshit. once they were dry, he hooked his thumb over the hem of his black briefs you once bought him because he wanted them so much, sliding them under his butt. his dick fully erected sprung on your ass once the tight barrier of the material was off. he spitted on to his open palm that he dragged over his length later on.

“what time is it? Takibi i-” he silenced you with the push of his dick to your gummy and warm walls after the material of your shorts were off the center. the squelching noises again, he didn’t mind it. you were amazing, walls squeezing him so good, covering him in a flashy fluid that shines on a light.

“don’t worry ‘bout him. fifteen minutes gonna kill nobody,” he breathed out, hips moving to meet yours in a slow drags. he leaned forward, his chest once again meeting your back, hands coming under your shirt to feel your breasts and nipples against his palms. he wondered how come they were so firm and so relaxing to touch, kneading them in his big palms and fingers playing with your perky nipples. after giving birth, your boobs grew and your hips widened and he fucking loved it; you were even more beautiful than the first time he met you.

hips started to hammer into yours more, the fat of your ass jiggling under the impact of the hard hits. “baby, i fucking love this pussy of yours. so welcoming and warm, oh shit. yes, wiggle that ass on me.”

silent moans, whines and skin meeting skin could be heard around the spacious kitchen you two were fucking in but not loud enough to listen to in any other room in your house. Hanamaki stood still, letting you do all the work, occasionally spanking the meat of your ass or a gripping fistful of your hair; but you should be doing breakfast for your two lovely boys. however, you're feeding one of them with the movements of your hips and squeezes of your cunt; this can easily replace the emptiness in his stomach.

“was it not enough in the bedroom?” you grinned, stilling your hips and turning your head to see him. hair yet ruffled from your fingers running through them, slight pink sheer on his cheeks permanent from your first fucking of the day, mouth beautiful red from sucking and biting.

“no,” he kissed you. “i never get enough of you, baby.” he grabbed your chin, pulling you closer to his mouth. lips weren't necessary for the kisses, tongues playing with each other, sucking, biting, colliding, fighting against each other. Hanamaki could feel you clutching around him, welcoming more of him in you if it was possible.

"fuck me more," you mumbled against his lips, sucking on his tongue later on. he harshly grabbed your hips, pounding into you, balls hitting your clit which added more pleasure to your slowly awaiting orgasm. chills went down your spine, indicating you were close, very close.

“want me to give you another baby, hm? do you want it?” his voice cracked at the end, eyes closing. you brought the fist that was still holding the knife to your mouth, teeth sinking into the skin on the back of your palm, leaving red marks. you wanted to scream, it felt blissful. grinding his hips against yours, walls spasming over his drags, bringing you both to the edge of the sweet ecstasy. heavy breaths started to fall from his throat, droplets of sweat were forming on your bodies, running in thin stripes down your faces and backs.

"gimme it," you begged, fingers gripping to the edge of the kitchen slab to ground you from Makki's hips harshly hammering into yours, making the squelching noise more permanent. the low growls from the back of his throat were known when he was nearing his high. it was not his sign of cumming; he usually let out high-pitched moans or crazy quilts of curse words alongside nicknames he gave you in the span of being on the cloud nine.

“babe, i want you to cum, because i’m-" not finishing his thought, you felt him cumming into your cavern for the second time in the span of forty-five minutes. his climax was more intense than the first one, pumping you full of his milky fluid. he didn't stop though, he kept thrusting into you in a lazy and unsteady rhythm which made you cum not so long after, walls hugging him tightly and body contracting in the delirious feeling, legs crossing. you bit your bottom lip again, silencing the screams and moans that would easily slip out if it wasn't for the little boy sleeping upstairs.

Hanamaki let you breathe it out, hugging your shaking form securely, placing feather-light kisses to your shoulder, neck, jaw, and cheek. the rough right hand gripped your jaw from below, harshly tugging on it, making you lean your head back till he could give sloppy and wet kisses to your upper lip. you moaned in delight, melting to his touch and relaxing your body from flexing so much from the orgasm.

“imma go wake him u-” a scream desperate for dada cut him off.

you both quickly pulled from each other, both objecting to the loss of fullness and warmness. adjusting your postures and clothing on your bodies, you started to cut the damned carrot again as if nothing happened, a loud footsteps could be heard on the wooden floor, wobbling to the kitchen. you both were met with a sleep face of your three years old son Tabiki. the big Hanamaki’s shirt was drowning him in, dark hair spiking in every direction and eyes so small full of sleepiness.

“mama!” he shrieked once he saw your figure by the stove, not feeling familiar seeing you in the mornings when he woke up. he took fast steps towards your figure, hitting the side of your leg with his face, small hands trying to hug it but not fully reaching.

you froze, "hi, baby boy." you stroked his soft hair, untangling them and putting them in their right place. "did you sleep well, baby?"

he rubbed his face to your leg, arms weirdly fiddling. "mama, why you leg wet?" he pouted, stretching his right arm out to the daylight so you could clearly see it. to your horror, between his small fingers, there were thinning strings of almost clear substance. Tabiki being himself, he brought his fingers to his lips, close to putting them in and tasting it.

"Tabiki, no! i think i peed myself, but do not put them in your mouth." you quickly picked him up in your arms, putting the hand under running water, hearing Makki laugh in the living room.

[jobrookekarev]

Happy Father's Day Daddy, Love, Mommy

Chapter One of One

Words: 4169

Summary: Jo and Alex try for a baby on Mother's Day and Jo tells him she's pregnant on Father's Day.

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy.

Relationship: Alex Karev/Jo Wilson. 

Characters: Alex Karev and Jo Wilson.

Rating: Explicit

Additional Tags: Fluff, Pregnancy, Smut, Not for the Kids! Lemons, Sexy Times. 

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AN:  A little late, but better late than never.

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Alex finished making the waffles as soon as he got off the phone with Zola. It was a waffle Sunday, but it was also Mother's Day, so he helped her plan something for Meredith with the help of Amelia and Maggie. Meanwhile, Alex had his own plans for Jo. They weren't parents, yet but they were casually trying. Jo had run out of her birth control a few weeks ago and they decided not to refill it and just see what happened. Neither of them wanted to put too much pressure on the situation, but Alex was eager to make things special because she was special.

He finished putting the waffles on a plate just as he heard Jo roll over in bed. He turned around to grab her cup of coffee and heard her hum of approval. He glanced over his shoulder to see her eyes fixed on his bare butt. Jo bit her lip as he came over to her and set the cup of coffee on the nightstand before he sat on the bed next to her. She tugged at his apron before following the instructions on it and pulled him down to meet her lips. 

“Enjoying the view?” Alex asked as Jo trailed her hand down to grab at his ass.

“Un hu, but what did I do to deserve it this morning?” Jo said as she leaned up to kiss him again before she let go of his butt and laid back against the pillow, still smirking up at him.

“It's Mother's Day. I thought I'd make it special for you.” Alex said as he smirked down at her knowing exactly what he had planned. 

“Alex, you know I’m not a mother, right?” Jo said, looking up at him as her eyebrows knitted together.

“Well, you won’t be able to say that after tonight,” Alex said as he leaned down and pulled up her pajama shirt to reveal her breasts. 

Jo giggled as he pulled it over her head. It's one of his old t-shirts that always looked so big on her. She had a dozen sleepshirts and cute pajamas, but every night, she always ended up in one of his old shirts. Not that he complained, especially when she walked around in the morning in just that and a pair of panties, the bottom of her ass peeking out as the fabric rode up and the sharp points of her nipples sticking out.

Jo quickly kicked off the sheets. The down comforter had already been kicked off the bed that night as they were in the middle of a May heatwave. Jo reached around to undo the stings of the apron and quickly pulled it off. Both of them were completely undressed except for Jo's pair of grey boy shorts. Alex got on the bed as Jo giggled and he settled in between her legs. He spread her thighs open and smirked as he saw the wet spot in the middle of her panties. 

Jo relaxed against the pillow and smiled up at him as his eyes trail down her body, his fingers following his eyes down to her breasts. Alex leaned forward as he trailed his tongue around her areola before wrapping his lips around her nipple and giving it a quick suck. Jo moaned and pushed her chest into his mouth. 

“I can't wait to see how big they will get,” Alex said, finally releasing her nipple and licking it again before blowing cold air over her skin. 

Jo shivered as he reached out to give them both a squeeze. He ran his thumbs over her nipples and watched as they grew hard and stuck out like little mountain peaks. Alex leaned down again and licked a trail from one breast to the other. Then he closed his eyes and he sucked on her other nipple. 

“You still gonna want them when they're full of milk?” Jo asked as she looked down at him and ran her fingers through his hair before settling to hold the back of his neck.

“Oh, I can't wait,” Alex said as he leaned down to capture her nipple again.

After he was satisfied, he trailed his tongue down her chest over her ribs and down her belly. His fingers tugged at the hem of her panties before he grabbed them with his teeth and pulled them down. Jo laughed at his antics as she lifted up her hips and he pulled them off. He continued with the dramatics and tossed them across the room. Jo let her knees fall to the side, revealing her wet pink vulva to him. Alex moved back as he leaned down and hooked his arms around her thighs before he licked up from her vagina to her clit.

Jo let out a long moan as she relaxed back against the bed. He began to lick her folds, and he swirled his tongue around her opening as her fingers tangled in his hair. Alex knew Jo's body like he knew his own. He knew what she liked best, and he knew she liked his tongue on her clit and his thick fingers buried inside of her. Yet, he was content to tease her and work her up, just for a little bit longer. Just because they were trying for a baby didn't mean that they couldn't have a little fun along the way. Jo’s fingers tugged at his short hair, and she thrust her hips up into his mouth. When he licked her again she threw her head back as she panted and moaned.

“Please, Alex,” Jo begged as she dug her fingernails into his head, but he just smiled against her skin. 

She was so worked up already, her pussy gushed fluids over his tongue. He lapped her up like she was the best thing he had ever eaten, and to be honest, she was. She whispered his name like a prayer as he looked up to see that she was looking down at him too. He could tell that she was already so far gone and desperate for his fingers. Finally, he gave in, focusing his tongue on her clit as he brought his fingers up to her vagina. She loved his thick fingers and how they filled her up. He knew she could take several and liked to have two, but not to start with. He started with one and gently pushed it inside of her, feeling her wet walls contract as she squeezed him. 

He couldn't wait to feel her clench around his cock and rutted his hard dick against the sheets. Yet, right now, he wanted to focus on her. Jo's thighs clench around his ears as she withered on the bed underneath him. His name got tangled in her teeth as her breath came out in a high pitched moan. She cried out with every thrust of his finger, and eventually, he stretched her open enough to take two fingers as he twirled his tongue around her clit. 

She was so close and he could feel it. He thrust in and out of her, and every time he did before he pulled them out, he curled them up at her G-spot. Her soft little pussy fluttered around his fingers each time. He finally swirled his tongue around her clit one last time before he wrapped his lips around it, and he sucked her clit and thrust his fingers in at a fast pase. Jo didn’t last very long and was soon coming into his mouth. 

“Alex, ah!” Jo cried out his name as she came, her legs pinching his head and her fingers had a death grip on his hair.

He looked up to see her throw her head back in pleasure as he worked her through it. He felt her pussy quivering around his fingers and kept on sucking on her clit until she pulled at his hair to get him off her clit. Alex finally pulled back, and Jo collapsed against the bed. She breathed heavily as her chest rose and fell and he watched her breasts bounce. Jo stared at the ceiling as her eyelashes fluttered against her cheek. 

Alex gently rubbed her pussy walls just to tease her as she had barely recovered. When he pulled back, he let go of her thighs and put his hands on either side of her body. Then he brought his hips up to meet hers. With one hand, he grabbed his cock. He was so worked up for her, and his cock was painfully hard. He ran the head of his dick up against her clit and Jo moaned before she turned her head and looked up at him.

“Alex, please, I literally just came,” Jo panted, knowing the pleasure that awaited her the moment he thrust inside of her, but he just gave her a smirk. 

He knew she could take it and watched as her body reacted to him. She hummed in anticipation and lifted her hips up to meet him. Her hands ran down his back as she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer. 

“I know you can take it, Jo,” Alex said, moving his cock down to her vagina and spreading her wetness all over him. “You’re such a good girl for me, taking my cock until I come, until I fill you up with my seed, until I get you pregnant. You ready to take my cock, baby?”

With each word, he watched her breath catch in her throat as she stared up at him with a smile.

“Yes,” Jo said, and that was all the permission he needed.

Alex pushed into her slowly. As soon as their hips meet, he takes a moment to appreciate the sight of his cock buried inside his wife’s cunt and how amazing she looked. She was spread out for him and was taking him so well. Jo caught his eyes and smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss her. Her mouth opened for him and his tongue danced together, but their lips parted as they gasped for breath. 

He was so worked up and so ready as he pulled back from their kiss and immediately started to fuck her. He started going in and out, setting a fast and rough pace. She moved her hips up to meet him and fuck him too. Jo threw her head back, tilting her chin to the sky and giving him access to her neck as he buried his lips into her skin. He went deep, making sure he thrust in all the way before he pulled back. Jo grabbed her right leg and pulled it up, letting him go deeper. She squeezed his cock and reached out her other hand to grab his hip and pull him further into her.

“Oh God, oh God, Alex, you’re right up against my cervix,” Jo panted, her breath hot in his ear.

“Jo, Jo,” Alex whispered her name like a prayer as her pussy felt so good around his cock.

He reached his fingers, which were still wet with her fluids, down in between them and rubbed her clit. She cried out as he touched her, her back arching up. They were both just lost in the pleasure and the rhythm of their movement. Alex felt the familiar heat of his orgasm grow inside of him. Jo somehow managed to reach around where she was holding her leg. Slender fingers wrapped around his balls as she played with them, and Alex cried out. 

“You got to come for me, Jo,” Alex said, knowing that he would be absolutely useless if he came first. The way she was working him with her hands on his balls and her cunt clenching around him, he was ready to lose it.

All she could do was moan against him, and he worked his fingers a little rougher against her clit. Jo finally screamed as she came. She screamed out his name as she threw her head back and arched her back off the bed. She rolled her hips against him chasing pleasure as it consumed her. Her fingers gripped into his skin before she raked her fingers down his back. She withered on the bed as she continued to come, her walls fluttering around him, and his hips faltered in his thrust before he remembered to continue. 

He finally reached his peak with erratic thrust before he planted himself inside her. He placed both hands on the bed, holding himself up as he finally came deep inside of her. Alex grabbed the bed sheets and threw his head back as he moaned her name, Jo, over and over again. The love of his life and the cause of his pleasure. He spilled over as he came and he held himself still inside of her. His cock twitched as it shot his seed deep in her pussy, and he hoped it would reach her womb and get her pregnant. 

When he finally came back down, he realized that Jo was rubbing her hands up and down his back. He looked down at her, her skin shone with sweat and her little hairs stuck to her forehead. The sight of his beautiful wife in the afterglow was absolutely stunning. She gave him a dazed smile as he lowered himself down to give her a lazy kiss before he laid on top of her body. They laid together, his face buried in her neck and her arms wrapped around him as they caught their breaths and rested together. Jo’s lips kissed the side of his head as she ran her fingers through his hair. Her hands were soft and gentle instead of being rough and hard as she was earlier. Alex inhaled the sweet smell of her skin and her shampoo as his nose buried in her skin. 

They finally rolled over, and they settled in the bed together. He still hid in her neck as he tucked himself under her chin. She kept running her hands through his short hair as he trailed his fingers up and down her spine. They were both quiet and soft in the afterglow as they clung to each other's body. His cock was still buried inside of her, and he didn't want to pull out just yet. Alex tilted his head back to lean up and kiss her. It was soft and slow and a little lazy, but he just wanted to feel her lips against his and pour his love into her, though he supposed he already did. 

“Well, what do you think, Daddy?” Jo asked as she pulled back to look at him with a sneaky smile. Her words shot straight down to his dick and he can feel himself twitch inside of her. “Do you think it worked?”

“I don't know, Mommy?” Alex said, and he liked how the name for her rolled off his tongue. “I guess we'll see in a few weeks.”

“I guess so,” Jo said as she smiled again and kissed him. 

He finally pulled back and slipped out of her, and she got up. The moment she did, he missed the warmth of her body against his. Alex followed Jo as she got their forgotten coffee and he grabbed their breakfast. The waffles were cold, but he popped them in the microwave to warm them up, before he pulled her back into bed.

“Regardless, I think we should definitely do breakfast in bed more often,” Jo said, sipping her coffee as she looked over at him.

“If you get pregnant, I'll make you breakfast in bed every single morning,” Alex said, in between bites of his waffle before he leaned over to lay a messy kiss on her cheek.

Jo wrinkled up her nose at the kiss, but she still smiled. “Well, your swimmers have got to make it up to my egg, although I'm sure one of them will make it. You came a lot. I can still feel it dripping out of me.” 

Alex smirked as he pulled back the blanket and Jo spread her legs. He looked down to see his white sticky come leak out of her folds. He scooped some of it up with his fingers before he pushed it back into her. Jo put her coffee down before she ran her fingers up to tangle in his hair.

“Ready for round two?” Alex asked, looking up at her expectedly as she just nodded before his finger started to thrust in and out of her again.

“Hey, what are your plans for tomorrow?” Jo asked as she pushed her food around her plate. 

The pasta carbonara she had ordered when they picked up dinner sounded good at first, but now it just made her nauseous. She thought her pregnancy cravings weren't supposed to make her queasy, yet here she was. Instead, Jo had been eating her salad, the breadsticks, and stealing bites of Alex's fettuccine. 

He just shrugged as he pushed more of the pasta towards her fork. “It’s Sunday? Since Meredith is doing something special with the kids tomorrow, and we're working. I’m gonna make waffles, you’re gonna make me almost burn them as you try to get in my pants, then we’ll have a quickie and almost be late to work like usual?” 

Jo rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, what about after work?”

“I don't know, you want to get pizza for dinner or something?” Alex asked with another shrug as he finally looked up at her. “You've been pretty picky lately. You still feeling okay?”

“I'm fine,” Jo said with a sigh as she rested her head against her arm on the table as her body betrayed how tired she was. 

Alex just gives her a soft smile, and she could tell he didn’t believe her. He grabbed her plate, switching it with his fettuccine before he went over to dump the carbonara in the trash. She finished what was left of his fettuccine as she watched him move around the apartment, getting everything ready for the night. He didn't have any idea what day it was tomorrow nor the surprise she had planned for him. She found out she was pregnant a few weeks ago but had been holding off on telling him. Since tomorrow was Father's Day, she figured it was only fitting that she told him then, considering that he had knocked her up on Mother's Day. 

The rest of the night and the next morning pass uneventfully. Just as he said, she was successful in her efforts to distract him for a quickie while he was making waffles. She sucked him off under the table until he was just about ready to come in her mouth. Then he lifted her up on the countertop and fucked her until she saw stars. He still thought he was trying to knock her up, and he made a comment about it every time but unbenounced to him, she was already pregnant. 

She picked up their favorite pizza on the way home and arrived before him. Jo set it on the table in the kitchen, along with a pack of beer and the little card she had picked up. She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face as she set everything up. She could imagine how happy he was going to be when she told him. It was all they had thought about for the past few months and it was finally here.

Once everything was set up on the table, the pizza, the beer, the card, and the little pregnancy test she had hidden in her pocket, all she had to do was wait for him to come home. Jo texted Alex to see how far out he was and he said he’d be a few more minutes. She sat and waited, and then she got up and got a glass of water and then paced the space of the kitchen. Alex was definitely lying when he said he’d be home soon, and Jo gave in to her hunger and sat back down before grabbing a slice of pizza. She wanted to wait for him, but she was just so hungry. She was halfway through this slice when he came through the door. 

“Hey,” Jo said as she put the slice down and smiled as he came over to her. 

“Hey you,” Alex said with a smile and giving her a quick peck on the cheek, but he was clearly eyeing the pizza, and she shook her head as he grabbed a slice.

“Wait, I got you a card,” Jo said as she held it out to him. It was a simple white envelope with his name on it. She thought about writing Daddy on it, but she didn't want to give anything away until he actually opened it.

“What's this?” Alex asked, flipping the card over and ripping it half open before he froze and looked up at her wide eyed. “I didn't forget our anniversary, did I?”

“No, you dummy, our first wedding anniversary was two weeks ago. This is for Father's Day. I thought since you surprised me on Mother's Day, I would return the favor,” Jo said as she bit her lip as she looked over at him. 

Alex raised his eyebrows and a smirk spread across his lips as he got that cocky grin that she loved so much. He thought he was getting sex tonight, and he was, but he was also getting something else. Alex laughed as he quickly read over the card just as Jo knew he would, which was why she spelled it out very carefully for him. He read it once, then glanced up at her with a smile before he did a double-take and read it again.

“Happy Father’s Day, Daddy,” Jo said as she pulled out the pregnancy test and held it out to him.

“Seriously,” Alex asked, looking down at the card, then looking up at her and the test before looking down at the card again. As the surprise dissipated, he smiled. “You're pregnant!”

“Yep, I’m eight weeks along,” Jo said with a nod, still waiting for him to figure out the dates. 

It takes him a second to do the math in his head, and he got that cute little look of concentration before he shook his head and licked his lips as he smirked over at her. “I guess I did make you a MILF on Mother's Day.”

“Alex!” Jo shouted, slapping her hand against his shoulder, but she giggled and he laughed as he came over to her. 

He put his hands on her waist, his thumb finding the bit of skin between her jeans and her t-shirt. Alex smiled down at her before he ducked his down to pepper her with kisses. She giggled as the scruff of his beard tickled her skin as his lips ghosted across her cheeks. 

He was so happy, just like she knew he would be. He was going to be such a good dad and the thought of it brought tears to her eyes. He pulled back when he kissed her cheek and tasted the salt water on his lips. A look of concern crossed his face as he reached up to wipe away her tears.

“Jo,” Alex asked, his voice full of concern.

She just smiled because they were happy tears as she whispered to him. “You're going to be such a good dad.”

A soft smile spread across his lips as he leaned backs down to capture her in a proper kiss. It was full of love and she sighed against his lips before he pulled back. “You're going to be a good mom too, and I love you so much, Jo. Thank you so much for this baby.” 

“I'm pretty sure you played a part in making them too,” Jo said with a smirk before she kissed his lips again. 

Alex kept his arms wrapped around her as she leaned into him. Somehow they ended up on the couch with the pizza on the coffee table, just like they did every night. He snuggled up against her as he reached his hand down to put it on her belly. 

“Happy Father's Day, Alex. I love you,” Jo whispered to him.

“I love you too,” Alex said as he leaned in to kiss her before he moved to lay his head on her lap. He pulled up her shirt before he kissed her belly where she was carrying their child. “And I love you too, baby.”

He glanced up at her with such love in his eyes. She would never get tired of the way he looks at her, with eyes so full of love. Nobody looked at her the way Alex did and that was how Jo knew his love was true.

“We love you too.”

[the-fiction-witch]

The Return of The Sword

MOVIE THE LAST LEGION COUPLE: ROMULUS X READER  RATING: SWEET AF + SMUT

Writers notes: If you have not seen the film and most importantly the ending then you are... probably gonna be a bit confused, But uhh read on if you would like but spoilers.

I walked the cobblestone streets of the little brittany village I had learnt to call my home. It had been so long I had lived here and I was happy here, happier than I had ever been anywhere else. Here I wasn’t a king, I wasn’t an emperor, I was knowone. Just romulus. I took a house by the edge of the village to live. It once belonged to one of the men who lost their lives in the battle but he had no family or anything else to inhabit his home. I wed a britannian girl, The most beautiful woman I could have ever dreamt of marrying, That whole world and life behind me.

I hurried down the hay covered cobbles stones, doing my best to avoid horse muck and thick black puddles from the rain as I headed back to my little house in the very edge of town I pushed open the gate shutting it behind me the moment I did our pup cerberus jumped up trying to greet me "hey boy. Yeah yeah I missed you too" I laughed giving him a pet and heading inside the house where the table was set for dinner and the dinner cooking in the stone fireplace and there stood by the table cutting up something for dinner was my beautiful wife. She stood by the table cutting something up for dinner I wasn’t sure what, Her long y/c/h up in braids and plaits around her head to keep it all out her face. Her sweet face smiling as she works, eyes on her hands, her long grey sleeves rolled to her elbows, Her green shirt over her to keep her warm even if the neck did go about halfway to her breasts Her brown leather corset tight around her waist the string on her tightly in harsh knots to try and stop it undoing, Her long green dress reaching the floor where it needed to be hemmed but she hadn’t had the time, Her riding boots stood on our stone floor.

"There you are" I smirked dumping my cloak and bag by the door going over wrapping my arms around her as tightly as I could squeezing her against me where I had missed her all day just having my arms around her brought a smile to my face "I've missed you" I whined

"Awww romulus, I've missed you too" she smiled giving my lips a little kiss I smiled and kissed her back holding her close so she couldn't pull back our kisses turning hotter and heavier

"Uummmm uuuuummmm y/n" I groaned grabbing her butt thought her dress

"Romulus" she giggled pushing me and my hands away

"Awww y/n, come on. You can't blame me for getting excited when I'm away from you everyday"

"I know, but calm down a little alright" she giggled just as she finished speaking the door opened and instantly our children ran in

"Daddy!" They both giggled running to each hug one of my legs, I laughed at them putting my hands on each of their heads petting there fluffy hair, Unfortunately for by some luck both our children looked like me, I’d much rather they had looked like my beautiful wife but they both got my eyes and my blonde bouncy hair

"Whoa! Hey kiddos'' I laughed petting there fluffy blonde hair "come on let daddy go, dinners ready" I laughed so they let me go and headed to the table with their mother "hey merlin" I waved as he was in the door having brought our children home

"Good evening," he nods

"Hi merlin, thank you for bringing the children back" she laughed helping lisbeth into her chair in her little grey dress and I helped Arthur too in his brown and grey clothes thick with mud as the chairs where a little too tall for them on their own

"It's not problem" he smiled

"Did you two have fun with uncle merlin?" I asked them

"Yeah!" They both giggled

“Good, He tell you fun stories again?” I asked

“He told us about the Magic man who turned a ball into a birdy” Lisbeth giggled

“Yeah, thats a good one” I laughed the memory of that day coming back for a moment

“Would you like to stay for dinner merlin?” Y/n asked him

“No it’s alright, got to get back home before the rains.”

“You have a nice night, I’m sure the kids will see you tomorrow. Say bye bye to merlin?” I told them

“Bye uncle merlin!” they both giggled. I waved to him as he headed off home as the sky grew darker, I let cerberus in, giving him his dinner and locking up the house before we all sat down to dinner too. I cleaned up after dinner as y/n took the children up to bed as soon as I was done with everything, I headed up too, to there little bedroom seeing them, tucked up with the pup between there beds y/n finishing off tucking them in

“Goodnight kids” she smiled coming to the door

“Goodnight Mummy” they both smiled

“Goodnight Arthur, Goodnight Lisbeth” I told them

“Goodnight daddy” they both giggled

“Go on now, Go and dream of dragons and fairies” she told them blowing out the candle leaving the room in darkness. Once they drifted off to sleep we headed down to our own bed I lit the candle beside our bed and stripped off my clothes climbing into the cold grey covers, laying my head down on the little pillow watching as y/n pulled the curtains on the window, the flickering candlelight bouncing off her skin as she stood untying the tight knots of her corset until it fell to the floor she pulled off her skirts and her shirts. She reached up and undid one tie of her hair and it all unraveled falling down her back. She crawled into bed beside me resting her head on the pillow beside me I smiled to her and wrapped my arms around her waist pulling her body close to mine to keep her warm she giggled a little and nuzzled into my skin

“Y/n?”

“Yes romulus?” she asks

“I don’t know what I’d do without you”

“You’d be alot dirtier. You wouldn’t wash your clothes or bathe as often” she giggled

“Y/n, Not like that. Really if I lost you I don’t know what I would do, I love you so much”

“Aww romulus that's sweet, I don’t know what I’d do without you either” she smiled “I love you too” she smile pressing a kiss to my lips

“I love you more” I told her

“Come on let's get to bed” she says turning away so I smiled cuddling up to her spooning her as close as I could keeping the heat of our naked bodies together

"Y/n?" I whispered in her ear pressing kisses up her neck

"Ummmm what it is romulus?" She humms back

I smiled kissing her sweet smooth skin "let's have another" I whispered in her ear between kisses

"What?"

"Another, maybe this time… give Arthur a little brother? Or lisbeth a sister she can play with?" I suggest

"You really want another baby?"

"I do, I love when you're pregnant, watching your tummy grow and feeling the baby kick, Don't you wanna grow our little family?"

"Okay" she giggled

"You mean it?"

"Of course" she smiled, moving to lay on her back. I smirked a little and moved to be on top of her "just quiet the children are only upstairs. I know what you can get like romulus"

"Can you blame me? Feeling something so…" I began gently moving and slipping inside of her "uuuuuuughhh!"

"Quiet" she giggled pulling my neck down to kiss her I smiled kissing back moving my hips back and forth feeling wave after wave of pleasure letting her wrap her legs around me trying not to move too fast or too hard incase the bed creaked or banged against the wall, as that would be too loud and might wake the children, or the dog for that matter, slowly getting faster and faster trying to be quiet but starting to ignore it the closer and closer I got I felt her hit her wave of pleasure as she tightened around me putting her hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t scream making me go faster feeling how tight and wet she got, I didn’t care how loud the banging on the wall was before I hit my own wave of pleasure and collapsed on her

“I love you darling” I told her giving her a sweet kiss and laying on my side of the bed

“Love you too romulus” she smiled laying her head on my chest

“What do you hope for? Boy? Or girl?”

“Another boy, Arthur needs a little brother” she giggled “Lisbeth makes her own fun”

“Maybe… if you're not too tired? If I try again, maybe they’ll get a brother and a sister?”

“Maybe tomorrow romulus, you have work in the morning” she smiled nuzzling close to my skin

“Okay, come on. Lets get some sleep” I told her kissing her head “Goodnight my darling, Love you”

“Love you too, goodnight romulus”

[thepaperpanda]

Trouble With Double || Sam Drake x Reader x Nathan Drake Smut

Summary: Choosing one of the brothers is a difficult choice. So why not choose both?

Warnings: Smut!

Words: 2350

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Request by: @drakesfortuneseeker​​

You came to the bar along your boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend now.  

He was mean as always, putting you on display only. You were a toy to him, but you were clenching your teeth and tried not to complain. Yet, he had crossed the line this time when he started struggling with you for not giving him all of your attention. After a huge argument, you left the lodge, your ex-boyfriend and his already drunk friends and walked right to the bar; all you needed was a drink.

Why didn't you tell him that you're leaving with the men that you met at the bar that you already like 20 times more than him? Because you found it unnecessary. He was done to you.

And the best pick-up line was a tight dress, which you wore that evening.

You met two men at the bar; they claimed to be brothers. Taking fact you were bored and slightly drunk, you started flirting with them, and you didn't even realize when the three of you had left the pub.

"So," Sam hummed wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you closer to his side. "I would suggest for us to go visit my place. I have a nice, big bed, perfect for a queen like you," the older brother purred into your ear.

"Yea, sure. The bed with a mess and cigarettes scent filling the room,” the younger brother laughed. "I have a nice, cozy flat. We can go there," Nathan hummed.

Boys were back from really hard journey. They wanted to relax and have some fun, so it was normal that when the said fun was stuck between them, they were going to fight over it.

"Oh, so now I'm a queen instead of a doll, huh?," You teased, slipping hands into man's thick, brownish hair.

His grasp on your waist tightened but you didn't mind.

You looked at younger man who you were holding hands with. "Where's your flat, handsome? I suggest us to go to the place which is closer."

"You are both, a doll and a queen. You are everything," Sam hummed pulling out the pack of the cigarettes. The older Drake growled annoyed at your idea with the closer flat when the younger man laughed loudly.

"Well than! We go to my flat," Nathan said proudly when Sam rolled his eyes, letting out some smoke trough his nose.

You squeezed Nathan's hand and slipped out of Sam's embrace. You hugged to Nathan's side and slipped your hand right into back pocket of his jeans, squeezing his ass.

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Soon, the three of you got to a Nathan’s place. It was a cozy flat indeed. All clean and ready for any kind of visitors.

"Looks like a your wife cleaned it well, Nate," Sam said walking inside; his brother wasn't married but at this point the older Drake was ready to do whatever he could to get your attention.

The younger Drake frowned. "Someone is jealous,” he almost sang.

"Boys," you chuckled as soon as you entered the flat and out your purse on the hanger. "Don't need to be jealous, you're brothers after all, so I bet you know how to share," with a cocky smile on your red lips, you dropped your leather jacket down, to the floor.

Sam blinked and laughed. "Share? With him? Doll, my brother is so innocent that I bet he doesn't know what to put where and I am not in the mood for the talk about bees and flowers," older brother shrugged.

"Oh, shut up! You were in the prison for so long that for sure you forgot where the pussy is!," Nathan barked, pointing at Sam.

"Oh, I can show you some of your own teeth, smartass," Sam growled at Nate.

Two drunk men and a beautiful lady wasn't a good mix. Both boys wanted to have your full attention.

You observed their little argument, smirking; the fight over your attention made you felt special for the very first time in a great while.

You simply entered the living room you found on the right side of flat. "Guys. If you're going to argue some more, I'm afraid I'll have to play with myself on my own!"

Both men looked at each other and huffed angrily. Nate and Sam wanted your attention, so if there was no other way, they indeed would have to share.

"Well... If you put stuff this way, doll. We'll share," Sam chuckled moving closer to you.

"But only if you drop a bit more than just a plane jacket," Nathan hummed following his brother.

Furrowing  your brows and curling lips in a wry grin, you walked to older man and grabbed hems of his jeans jacket, pulling him into a deep kiss. He tasted like beer and cigarettes, and you had to admit you loved it.

Soon, you broke the kiss to grab his palm and pull him behind you, right to the couch. You pressed on man's chest, forcing him to sit down.

Then, you tilted head and approached younger Drake. You wrapped arms tightly around his neck, slowly kissing his jaw line. The strong scent of his cologne hit your nostrils, and you hummed.

Nathan laughed softly and looked at you. "Enjoying yourself? I want to remind you that there are two of us, sweetheart."

Sam got comfortable on the couch, licking his lips and enjoying the little show. "Exactly and the time we spent in the bar was enough for us. We are honestly tired of waiting."

You kissed Nathan's lips slowly, gently biting his lower lip in the end.

After that you moved away and dropped your high heels off your feet. Then, you reached to your back where the zipper of your dress was located and you unzipped it slowly, licking your lips with a tip of your tongue.

Nathan walked to you from behind and pulled your hands away from to zipper. He took it in his hands and unzipped the dress, quickly pulling it down your body.

"Well, like I said we are getting bored of waiting, doll. If we would need a tease, we would pay for the whore to serve us," Sam explained and got up from the couch. He walked closer, admiring your body.

You leant your back against Nathan's chest, still covered beneath a fitted, blue t-shirt. You licked your lips and smiled at older man, pushing your hips forward to him. "I'm not teasing, at all," you mumbled quietly. "I just like when men are getting all hot for something," you grabbed Sam's hand and pulled him closer, locking his mouth with yours.

Sam kissed you back and slipped his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss pretty quickly. His tongue dominated yours easily.

Nathan kissed your neck and shoulder as both of his hands moved under your lacy panties to cup your heat.

You hummed in the kiss with Sam as you felt other man's fingers playing with your clit. The sensation built within your abdomen was unbearable; you got pretty wet already. Pressing your butt to Nathan's crotch, you hummed again as a bulge could be easily sensed, even through material of his jeans.

Your hands moved down Sam's chest to rest in his belt. With skilled fingers you unblocked it.

Sam looked at you with smile. "Good girl, pay equal attention to us or your will have to play with yourself alone,” he warned.

“We are more than sure you do not want us to only watch you," Nathan said with smile.

You turned your head to Nathan and kissed him while one of your hands was placed right onto the bulge built within his jeans. You hummed at the kiss, then turned to kiss Sam.

You unzipped Sam's fly, and turned to do the same with Nathan's pants.

When you were done, Sam gently pushed you down to your knees. "Don't play around," he said pushing his pants down together with his boxers.

Nathan removed his pants and boxers as well.

You looked up at Sam at first, then you moved glance to Nathan, smiling innocently.

A quick look at their manhood and you already knew Sam will not enter you as easily as Nathan will.

You grabbed both cocks, and gave them few strokes. At first, you wrapped lips around Nathan's shaft.

Nathan moaned softly. "Oh fuck, just like that. Oh, these lips of yours feel so good around me. I hope your pussy will be just as good," he hummed.

Samuel only chuckled, pulling your hair in a ponytail. He held them like this tightly in his hand, pulling on them a little.

You hummed deeply as Sam caught your hair.

Nathan's cock slipped out of your mouth with loud, wet noise. You took a moment to kiss his tip, then your attention went fully to older man. Tip of your tongue touched his tip, and shortly after you bobbed your head back and forth, sucking on his cock. Meantime, of course, your other hand was jerking Nathan a little.

Sam groaned and hummed happily, enjoying the feeling of your lips around his cock. He used the opportunity and started to thrust his hips, pushing his member further down your throat. "Let's see how much you can take."

You relaxed your throat and jerked Nathan harder, swallowing entire cock of Sam, gagging yourself a little bit. Then, you pulled it out of your mouth and sucked younger Drake some more, deep-throating him as well.

Nathan moaned. "Fuck, if you keep doing this I will fill this pretty mouth of yours with my cum," he hummed.

"We do not want that. Not yet. Come here," Sam pulled you away from Nate and picked you up, looking at you. "So, now it's up to you. Who gets the front and who gets the trunk?," He joked, squeezing your ass.

You licked your lips and kissed him, sucking on his lower lip. "I want you to get the pussy," you informed him, almost moaning. "But I don't know if this..," you touched his shaft with your fingers, "… will fit in. I'm pretty tight."

"I can see you take the best stuff, girl," Sam hummed and kissed your cheek gently. "Don't worry about that. I bet that this tight pussy of yours got wet enough for my cock to slip in and... A little bit o stretching won't hurt that much."

Nathan rolled his eyes. "She is worried about her pussy. What about this ass?," He said, rubbing your back. "Bet it's tight as well."

You looked at Nathan above your shoulder and blushed. "Apparently I prefer anal sex and I've done this few times before, so, you know," you winked at him and undone clasps of your bra, taking it off.

Nathan chuckled and spat on his hand to make his cock nice and slick. "You prefer anal, huh? We'll see about that," he said, moving closer.

"We will see how you can handle two man, fucking you nicely," Sam commented and set you down for a moment to remove your panties. Soon, you were pressed between two men.

"Ready?," The older one asked.

"From the day I was born," you replied and kissed his jaw. You slowly straddled man's lap and lowered yourself on his cock.

It took a second or two before his cock started to slide in your wetness. You rolled head back, moaning.

Sam smiled watching how nicely his cock moved in and out of you. "Ha, ya see, it wasn’t that bad, now it will get fun, love," his hand moved down your belly until it reached your clit.

"Yes, it will," Nathan hummed, pressing the tip of his cock to your second hole. Soon, he was pushing slowly in, inch by inch.

You pressed your boobs to Sam's chest and let him take over control. As soon as Nathan entered you, you moaned loudly, the pleasure was almost unbearable. You parted lips and gasped loudly. "Fuck!," You grunted quietly.

Both men started to move slowly. Sam's fingers kept dancing in your clit while Nathan's hands cupped your tits to play with your nipples.

Gasping quietly, you turned your head to Nathan and begged him to place a kiss to your lips. When he did, you hummed happily and tried to roll your hips for them.

Men started to move a little faster as soon as you relaxed a little bit. "No need to be so quiet."

"We want to hear you, doll," Sam said giving you a stronger push to earn the whimper of you.

You gasped loudly and clenched hands in fists on the sheets you were supporting yourself on. "Harder, harder!," You begged and a single tear strolled down your cheek as your pussy started clenching around Sam.

"You heard her. Move that ass, Nathan. Don't make the lady wait," Sam muttered.

"Shut up," Nathan barked back and both men granted your wish.

Soon, your pussy squeezed Sam that tight that he could move back of you. You rolled head back, and asked Nathan to kiss you. As he did, you cum around Sam's cock.

Both man followed you shortly. They filled your both holes to the brim with their warm cum.

"Fuck...," Nathan muttered, nuzzling to your neck. "Fuck indeed," Sam chuckled, placing kisses on your chest.

You chuckled and your hand traveled to Nathan's neck where you stroked him. A little kiss was then placed to Sam's cheek. "Thank you, boys, it was fucking amazing," you informed them.

"Thanks to you and your amazing pussy," Sam breathed out. "And that ass," Nathan added quickly. "So? What now? Do you wanna stay for tonight?," Younger brother asked.

As you got off Sam's lap, you turned around and nuzzled to Nathan. "With a pleasure, Nate," you whispered into his ear.

Sam smiled and quickly found his pants. He pulled out the pack of cigarettes and the lighter. "I will go to the window to smoke. I don't want to irritate your little nose, brother," Sam joked.

"Bite me," Nathan said, hugging you.

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[cevansfics]

Alone, together.

Paring: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: It’s yours and Chris’s Frist night completely alone together since the birth of you daughter.

Warnings: language, fluff, smut 18+, very slight dom!chris i guess

Word Count: 2.7k+

A/N: please feel free to let me know what you think, also if anyone ways to be added to the taglist drop me a message :)

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Chris was in the home office finishing off a phone call with his agent, while you stood in the kitchen finishing dinner, a lasagne you had made and a side salad. It’s been the first whole night Chris and you would have together since you had a baby, 8 months ago. You decide to cook dinner as opposed to going out so you could spend more quality time with your husband. Of course, Chris didn’t disagree; he loved your cooking.

Just as you got the food out the oven and placed it on the countertop, you heard the office door close with pads of feet on the hardwood floor accompanied by the patter and scrapes of Dodger following behind. Chris walks up behind you and placed his hands and arms around your waist, pulling you back into his embrace and he places a soft kiss on your temple.

“Looks good, baby.” His voice was a lot most relaxed than it was 40 minutes ago when he got a call from his agent. You remember the groan of disapproval from him when he had to leave to take the call.

“Everything okay with the phone call?” You ask as you open the cupboard door to get out a couple of plates. Chris quickly takes them for you and grabs the cutlery before heading into the dining room to set the table.

“Yeah,” he sighs, “Just had to briefly go over things for when I start filming next month.” He continued as he placed everything on the table. You stood there to admire him for just a moment, this routine wasn’t too much unlike other evenings, just without your daughter there, but seeing Chris all domesticated made you all warm and fuzzy inside.

“You’re staring,” his voice brought you out of your gaze.

“I’m allowed to.” You poke your tongue out at his as you turn and head back into the kitchen.

Dinner was over before you knew it. You both ate, drank and laughed. Just enjoying each other's company just like back when you had started dating. You end up talking about everything and anything. From a silly commercial you had seen on tv, to the projects he had in the coming months.

Eventually, after cleaning everything up after dinner you moved into the living room. You had a glass of wine, and Chris had a bottle of beer. You both decide on what movie you want to watch. Making most of the downtime. The movie is just about to start when Chris moves even closer to you. You feel him place his hand on your inner thigh slowly stroking his thumb. Suddenly you aren’t paying attention to the movie, all you can focus on is his touch. So much so, he starts talking to you and you don’t hear a word. Looking up your eyes catch him and you notice he has a massive smirk spread across his face, he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. You raised your eyebrows at him and told him he needed to ask you his question again.

“I said did you want a refill,” gesturing towards your empty glass.

“Oh… no, I’m good, thank you,” You smile at him before leaning forward to place the empty glass on the coffee table in front of you. Settling back next to him, his hand still placed on your thigh, you try your best to focus on the TV. You can’t. You feel Chris burning stare, as he’s not looking anywhere else but you.

“Now who’s staring.” You bump your shoulder into him, jolting him a bit.

“I can’t help it when my wife is so beautiful.” This man has been your husband for the past 5 years and just a simple sentence like that can still make you melt.

Slowly and gently he places a soft kiss just under your ear, sending a shiver through your whole body trying to stifle your moan. Feeling him smile against your neck you know you failed and he heard you, he was such a cocky son of a bitch sometimes. Pulling back, he reaches for your hand moving you to stand up, turn around and climb into his lap. Now you are straddling him, face to face. Within that movement, you hadn’t noticed Chris must have paused, or turned the tv off as the room was now silent. He seems to just take a moment, before reaching one hand up, brushing your stray hair behind your ear. You see his eyes darting between your eyes and lip as if asking permission. You don’t even notice yourself giving a little nod until his lips are pressed against yours. You melt into the kiss as sparks fly, likes it’s the first time you have ever kissed him. It’s not like the two of you haven’t been intimate since having a baby, you had but one way or another it was interrupted or sometimes even cut short because your daughter wanted one of you. That being said, every moment with him, somehow felt brand new.

Deepening the kiss your hand’s grab hold of his shirt and you involuntarily roll your hips against him making you both moan. You feel Chris’s hand move down your back, over your waist till his hands reach under your butt, giving a gentle squeeze before they rest there.

Pulling away from the kiss Chris whispered about moving things to the bedroom and you quickly agree. Suddenly, he’s standing, your arms are around his neck with your legs, tightly, wrapped gripping at his waist. Him supporting you with his arms wrapped under your butt, he swiftly and with complete ease moves toward your bedroom. You were always in awe of his strength, especially when he carries you like you weighed nothing.

Once you are in your bedroom Chris places you on the ground so you are now standing face to face. Reattaching his lips to yours, you feel his hand tugging at the hem of your shirt. He pulls it up and off completely, breaking from the kiss. You do the same to him, but before he has a chance to do anything else you reach for the button and zipper. Chris stands there watching you, letting you take off his pants. As soon as they are off, he swiftly kicks them out of the way. He grabs you, carefully, throwing you down on the bed as he starts taking off your jeans. You raise your hips off the bed to assist him as he shimmy’s them off down your legs taking your panties with them. Sitting up straight, reaching round you take off your bra, discarding it, leaving you both completely naked.

“Hand by your sides, grip hold of the bedsheet and don’t let go.” He ordered. The raspiness in his voice goes straight to your core. Knowing, kind of, how this is going to play out only excites you more. You loved when Chris took control so you happily do as you are told. Bunching up the sheet that lies beneath you in either hand determined not to disappoint.

Climbing on the bed Chris hovers over you, his body barely touching yours. You have to fight the urge to let go of the sheets and run your hands all over him. As though he can read your mind, he reminds you not to let go before leaning down, wrapping his lips around your nipple, sucking hard, while tugging and pulling the other between his finger and thumb.

“C-Chris…” you barely manage to get out.

“Shh.” Was the only response you got from him as he releases both of your nipples, running his hands all over you while licking and sucking and any bit of flesh he can. Abruptly he sits up, you whine and the loss of contact, and the chill of cold air that rushed over you. Spreading your legs open wide, he pulls your knees up so your legs are bent. Your breath begins to get faster, in anticipation of what’s about to happen, unfortunately, Chris only torturous you more. Ghosting his fingers, barely touching, over your wet lips making sure to miss the area you actually need him to touch. You start to buck your hips, to bring friction to your most sensitive point, Chris stops his action and with his hand, he holds your hips in place.

“No, baby girl.” That nickname. Some days you think that nickname, mixed with the raspy deepness of Chris’s voice, could bring you to orgasm alone. You stop trying to move, knowing it’s useless to try.

Chris shuffles down, now lying on his front between your legs. His left forearm placed firmly over your hips, stopping you from moving. Chris goes back to ghosting his fingers over you. Just when you think you can take it anymore you feel him slide one finger inside of you. It drives you crazy just how well this man, your man knows your body so well. The pleasure makes your breath halt. Drawing his finger out of you completely, before reentering you feel him add another finger, filling you more. You’re so close and he’s barely even touched you at this point. Picking up the pace his fingers start moving in and out of you, hitting the right spot inside. The pleasure building up inside if you, you're on the edge anyway but Chris gently swipes his tongue over your clit making you come hard.

“Oh- Fuck… yes” you nearly scream.

“That’s it baby girl, come on my fingers.” Chris doesn’t stop his movements. Just as you come down from your high Chris, stilling moving in and out of you as a steady past latches his lips around your clit, moaning as he does, which vibrates through you. You start to beg to be able to let go of the sheet and touch him but he doesn’t reply. You don’t know whether because he knows you already know the answer or because he’s too determined to make you come again.

You come again. Without fail. Unable to say a word or move your hips you pull hard on the sheet, not caring if you ripped it or not, just focused on every lick and suck from Chris’s mouth. His fingers still inside you. This time as you regain your senses, Chris slows down eventually stopping. Pulling his fingers out of you he quickly puts them in his mouth cleaning you off of him with a moan.

“You okay?” All you can do is nod. Chris begins to crawl over you. Planting sloppy wet kisses over your stomach, his hand roughly massages your breast, squeezing them together as he brings his mouth up and over them kissing a licking every inch of your skin. Before moving on and kissing your neck. You briefly feel him, rock hard and brushing against your inner thigh. You forget yourself for a moment and let go of the sheet, placing your hands on him, rolling your hips to urge him towards you. Quickly Chris grabs your wrist and places it back on the bed where they were.

“Did I say you could let go?”

“N-no. I’m sorry I forgot.”

“Now we’re going to have to start again baby girl.” As he sits up and shuffles back down your body.

Gripping the sheet as hard as you can show him you have hold of it you try to protest and apologize, “Please no. I’m sorry Chris, please I want… no need you inside of me. Please.” The final ‘please’ was barely a whisper, knowing not to matter how much you begged he was going to want you to keep your hand where they were. Chris began kissing his way up your body again, starting just above your hips. This time he was going agonizingly slowly. He places soft kisses all over your stomach and breast, taking his sweet time. You knew he was doing it on purpose, driving you crazy by barely touching you was one of his favourite things to do.

Finally, he reaches your neck, the kisses becoming harder and rougher as he takes your mouth with his. Feeling him rub his cock against your slit makes you break the kiss moaning out loud.

“Are you going to continue being a good girl and not let go?”

You start nodding in response before he’s even finished his sentence, and he pushes inside of you. Once completely inside of you, he stilled. Placing his forearms on the bed either side of your head. Staring up at him. You're so close face to face but not touching, even with just the moonlight illuminating the room, you could see his face clear as day. You could see pleasure take over his face before he’s even started moving.

No matter how many times you’d have sex feeling him fully inside of you always took you to a new place of pleasure. He started moving with a slow rhythm, letting you get used to him before he pulled out completely and ram back hard and fast all the way to the base. Causing you to scream out loud. He starts fucking you, hard. Not fast enough to get you off, but hard enough to keep you on edge begging to come. A slew of moans and curses leave your mouth along with more begging. Only this time you are entirely sure what you are begging for, whether it’s for him to let you touch him or for him to make you come.

“Just a little longer baby girl, I want you to come with me.” He moans out not missing a beat with his thrusts. Now you’re gripping the sheet pulling at it resisting the need to touch him when you hear - “Touch me, I need you to touch me now.”

You’re more than happy to oblige. Releasing the sheet, throwing your arms around his neck, running your hand through his thick hair, nail scraping at his scalp as you pull him down to kiss him. Both of your tongues going crazy in each other’s mouths. His hips don’t stop thrusting into you, lifting your legs you wrap them around his lower waist eventually digging the heel of your feet into his butt cheeks, thrusting up to meet him, wanting him deeper.

Harder. Deeper. Faster.

Your hands roaming all over each other. The room now filled with skin slapping against skin and the occasional moan or grunt from either of you. You don’t know how much longer you can last, you’re so close to the edge you can taste it. Yet again without fail Chris can read you like a book.

“You close, baby girl.” It wasn’t a question he knew. “You gonna come again for me? Going to come on my cock while I come deep inside you?” The words he’s whispering in your ear driving you even close to the edge you don’t know how you manage to form a response.

“Yes. God, yes. Chris, I’m gonna come, please.”

“Let go, baby girl, come on my cock, yes, that’s it.” Placing kisses all over your jawline and your mouth, his hips slow just enough to let you know you’re coming together. Riding out your orgasm, time seems to slow down, you see the pleasure in Chris’s face above yours, being in this moment with him, the love of your life, you feel like you could never love him more.

You don’t know how long it’s been Chris is still laying over you, moving the sweat damped hair off of your forehead, placing kisses over your cheeks, lips and closed eyelids.

“You okay sweetheart?” He asks.

“Mnfff..” is all you manage to get out. Laughing at your response, Chris jumps up walking into your bathroom, coming back with a cloth he helps clean you up before quickly discarding it. Climbing into bed next to you he pulls you closer to him before pulling the covers up over the pair of you.

“How do you have any energy left? I can even feel my legs,” finally you managed to get a full sentence out.

“Just an adrenaline rush from rocking your world.” He jokes placing a kiss in your hair. You nudge him on the chest laughing.

“You’re an ass.”

You snuggle back up to him getting comfortable, ready to enter the realm of slumber before saying, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Those and the last word you remember before falling asleep.

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@chris-butt

[mochikeiji]

Mission Accomplished [Kuroo Tetsurou]

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Warning: Mafia AU, jealous/possessive Kuroo, daddy kink, cursing, slight impregnation kink.

GIF is not mine!!

"Impossible. I don't think it's possible that a woman like you is already married."

The smell of wine and cigarettes filled your nostrils in the most disgusting way. The man beside you looked like those typical scum bags that will get into any girls with the power of his money, or by force because he happens to be another rival gangs leader.

"I most certainly am, good sir. And my husband will not be pleased to see you acting so inappropriately around me."

Lightly cheering at the back of your head, you took a sip of your wine, eyes darting ahead on the bartender in front of you who was just wiping the cups. But even if you indirectly said no to a man, it automatically translates; "No no, take me." which is why he happens to move in closer, wrapping an a around your waist, and squeezing your flesh.

"Now, now. Let's not be hasty, sweetheart. Why not—" he reaches out for roll of cash from his pocket, grazing it on the exposed skin of your breast thanks to the revealing dress you were assigned to wear. "For a load of this, for a night with me. Seems a fair trade don't you think?" holding back the urge to slap him for touching you without your consent and out of respect, you had to remember why you let Kuroo and the rest of Nekoma pursued you to do this mission with them.

"How bout you take your arms off of my wife, and take a load of shit, asshole."

Hiding a smirk, it just so happens your husband was the bartender in disguise. "Hah? You married a commoner? Baby, I could give you more than he can." a click of a gun next to his head made him flinch. His arm falling off of you as he raises them in defense.

"And I could give you more than 10 bullets stuck in your rotten skull if you don't shut up, and cooperate with us, sir." Behind him was Kenma. Even though his voice sounded so calm, you can feel the venomous threat laced upon them as his cat eyes were dilated.

"And for the record, kind sir." your husband faces him, pulling on the latex gloves on his hands with a smirk. The man pales when he's got a good sight of who your husband really was, "This pretty lady here is married with someone who can make you disappear from the face of the earth." gulping, he stayed silent. Kenma pushed the gun roughly on his head, as a warning to not make any movements. "You better cooperate well with my guys. Yaku is especially very furious with what you did to him."

This man had caused Yaku his leg. Fortunately he was still able to walk, but deciding on getting revenge for attacking their group, and for injuring not only him, but Lev as well. Yaku had made Kuroo agree to his plans. The hardest part with Kuroo was letting you join in as bait. He wasn't allowing his wife be the kind of sightings for un worthy men. Yaku said he could be near them as she speaks with the target, that's why he was disguised as a bartender.

Having to bear the minutes of that bastard touching you, and fucking letting his fingers close to your breast almost made him grab his gun that was hidden below the counter, and shoot him dead. Luckily, Kenma had sharp senses and sprung into actions before it was getting messy around the bar. Not many people have taken a notice that two of the strongest people from one of Tokyo's top mafia Group was within them. Which was a good thing since they didn't want to have to deal with the police again.

"We'll take care of this, Kuroo. I'll let Yaku know." Kai had popped out of no where next to Kenma, cuffing the wrist of the man who was no longer uttering a single sound. "Terribly sorry you had to get yourself into this, (Y/n)." he bows. "It's fine, Kai. I enjoyed the thrill." You glared back at the man, "Tell Yaku to shoot him harder for me." Kuroo snarls. The two men nodded, and escorted him out. Without prying eyes capturing them. Now you were left with a seething Kuroo.

"Car, now. Don't make me tell you twice."

You bit back a smile knowing what the outcome would be once you got home. Quickly getting out of your seat, you strut out of the bar, letting Kuroo's eyes wonder your back side, admiring how the dress fits you perfectly letting the good parts be prominent for his eyes.

The ride home was quiet. Only because you had to hold onto your seat as he drives in a pace that surely might've gotten him arrested for speed limit driving at night. But when Kuroo was angry, you'd be better off silent. You didn't want him to take you on the car. You weren't planning on having sex til dawn in a cramped up space. Almost hitting your head when he parks swiftly in front of your house, he slams his door shut, opening yours and carrying you inside. Kicking the door behind without any ounce of care anymore.

"Bastard." now finally on the soft cushions of your shared bed. He gently throws you on bed on your stomach. Letting your ass up on the air. You watch him pull up the hem of your dress, revealing your bottoms for his glowing eyes. "Did you really have to let him enjoy shamelessly stare at what's mine?" your toes curled a little when his gloved hand lays on your ass cheek, feeling the latex glove come contact as it massages in a soothing way. "If he had his hand on your ass back there." The air had a strong whip of sound, coming contact with your ass as it stung. "I would've shoot him down if it weren't for Kenma." You whimpered. Spanking you was suppose to be punishment, but being a secretly masochist girl, you found this punishment of yours hot.

Another blow was made on your ass. You gripped the bed sheets as you bit down, muffling your pleasurable whimpers. "Would you look at that." his fingers found their way on your clothed pussy, pressing against them, feeling warm, sticky substance stain them on his gloves. "You're getting wet." he continues to rub you from behind. Feeling good, you rubbed yourself on his fingers with your own pace, loving how it gave you sparks of pleasure. He lets you do as you please, licking his lips at the sight of your panties getting more, and more wet as you went on to get off, "Cute, you must really love it when I do this to you." using his other hand, he places another spank on your ass, his fingers still rubbing the wet spot of your panties. His hands felt so good hitting you from behind, your ass fitting perfectly whenever he grabs hold of them before giving you another spank. Borrowing your face on the sheets, whimpering quietly as tears strung on your eyes when your butt began to feel sore.

"Aw, is my baby going to cry?" he stops, pushing your hair out of your face. He feels himself get turned on at the sight of you getting wet from just his spanking— letting yourself submit to him so easily made him feel so much power over you. Glancing at your underwear, he pulls the waistband of it, and lowers it down. Exposing your now red ass, and wet lips. "Damn. " pressing is fingers against you, moaning out when he inserts one inside, testing the waters. "My fingers slid in so easily, baby." he spreads your lips, hot breath covering your throbbing sex before giving it kitten licks. You raised your hips a little higher, moaning at the feeling of his mouth slowly eat you out.

"So fucking divine." he lets his fingers take over your lower lips, "All mine." hearing the wet sounds coming from his fingers, you panted, "Daddy." his vision becoming dark after that left your lips. You whined when he pulls his fingers away, licking in your wet substance, positioning the tip of his dick behind.

"Take Daddy's cock like a good girl, princess."

Gripping the sheets tighter, you moaned out. His cock reaching in the right places inside, deliciously long and perfect for you to take in. "DADDY!" You screamed as he thrusts back in. Giving you your favorite pace— hard, and fast.

"It's much more hot fucking you in your dress." panting, he pulls you up against his chest, groping your breast with his lips attacking your neck. "This is what he wasn't allowed to touch." snarling at you, squeezing your breast around his hands. You can feel him become more and more possessive as he curses out to the man in his mind. No one was allowed to look at you that way, or even get as close to touching what's his. Grounding his hips on your ass, he lands another spank on you, loving how your greedy pussy eats him in. The way your body shook against his hold. Because of him, no one else.

"You love this, do you? Only I get to wreck you like this, hm?" his balls hitting you as he clenches his jaw, giving you slow, but powerful thrusts. "Only Daddy can do this, right? I'm the only person you love fucking with." his hand grabbed the base of throat, lightly choking you as he places trail of butterfly kisses on your back to your shoulders. You couldn't listen to him, you let yourself wonder off in cloud nine. Wanting his hand to choke you more as he fucks you from behind.

"Answer me, Princess. Daddy doesn't like it when you're quiet." he bites on shoulder, loving the way you shuddered, and looked at him with your mouth panting open, "Cum, Daddy. I want you. Only you, please. More." The hand on your throat raises up two fingers, plunging them in your mouth as you moaned loudly into them. "Goddamn, babe." moaning at the arousing sight of you choking on his fingers, he can feel his own cock twitch inside of you. He watches his own dick slide in and out of you, biting his lips, he can feel himself cumming.

"Fuck, Daddy's going to cum." he removes his fingers from your mouth. His arms immediately slithering around your waist, holding you against him as his thrust began to get sloppy. "Will you let me cum inside? Get you nice, and full." clenching harder because of his dirty mouth, "HAH— DADDY— KUROO! PLEASE I'M SO CLOSE." You screamed from below, pushing your hips up with shaking legs.

"PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME!" your begging made him place his forehead on your back, focusing on the sounds of your pleading and moaning mixing in a dangerous way, letting his kinks out, "I'm going to fill you up so good. Fuck, I want to see you dripping with my cum." Biceps and muscles flexing underneath, "I'm cumming, baby girl." he grunts, you screamed at the amount of warm load inside your walls. You were getting close, as he continues to empty himself, his fingers rubbed circles around your clit, moaning a little loud when you suddenly clenched on his sensitive cock, "AH DADDY—" you came around him, your cum sliding from his cock, and fingers. Small droplets on the sheets as he rides you out.

He pulls out slowly, watching your little body overflow with the amount of cum he let out. "I came hard, didn't I?" with a teasing tone. You slumped down in bed with him still on top, eyes slowly dropping with your lower half aching. "I was not done with you yet, princess." he purrs, giving you feather like kisses on your sweaty features, his eyes still dark, and his pupils dilated in want, "We're not resting until you're absolutely filled by me." whimpering when you felt something hard poke your thigh, you let yourself submit to your husband knowing you were powerless against him.

"We're not resting until you make me a Daddy."

[chimswae]

Epilogue : Untold

Foreword:

Some stories are better left unsaid.I couldn’t change anything for the world, although the fame part of this industry is tough to handle.Do i have a life? Yes I have my fans.Do i have friends? Yes the members that I cherish. Do i have love? No I have to let go.Life always offers you a second chance. It’s called tomorrow. But do i have any tomorrow?

Pairing: Jimin x OC (Other characters: BTS, OCs, Lee Taehwan)

Genre: Idolau, Fluff, Romance, Father!Au

Word Count: 2,997

Author Note: I promise this is the last one, a sad epilogue :< my 3 bonus chapters + Epilogue is over now. 

 Untold Masterlist

Epilogue 

Three years later..

Breezes from the cold wind indicates the shifting of new season, there will be no more summer to melt the coldness which engulf his cold heart. Despite the changes, his heart will remain cold. He found himself was lost in his own thought, something that he usually did every night. Love that he built with Yeoul for years, the obstacles that they had to go through before things fall into its place three years ago only remained as memories.

Good memories. He embedded it deep in his heart.

��Appa…” he felt a small tug at the hem of his shirt. He snapped out from his deep thought as his eyes met sleepy little Minyeol “It is cold outside, let’s get inside appa” the corner of his lips quivered upwards into the cutest smile which warmth Jimin’s heart.

Jimin crouched down, wiping the wetness at the end of Minyeol’s nose “Why are you awake son? You don’t want to get sick” he picked him up carefully, closing the glasses door before making his way to his room which he used to share with Yeoul before.

Settling Minyeol under the cover, his eyes wandered to Minyeol’s face “You really resemble your mother, don’t you think” he bit his lower lips trying not to shed any tears tonight. Tears and Jimin seemed to complement each other lately, he did not know how easy it was for him to cry. At one point, Jimin needed to spend an hour in the bathroom just to bawl his eyes out.

Quick witted Minyeol nodded in agreement as a small smile lingered across his face “I miss omma.. Is she doing alright, daddy” he interlaced his fingers in Jimin hands, earning a heavy sigh from the older man. Jimin was used to Minyeol calling him ‘appa’ and ‘daddy’ changing the nicknames when he felt like it. It reminded him to how Yeoul would use ‘Park Jimin’ or ‘Baby’ in her daily conversation. As Minyeol grew a year older, he realized how much he resembled Yeoul instead of him. Physical wise yes, but attitude wise it went back to Yeoul.

“Your mother is doing fine, I am sure she makes a lot of friends there” he grazed his thumb over Minyeol’s small hand. It felt so right and warm. The only thing that could put a smile on his face is the presence of his kids.

“Then I am fine with omma leaving us, if she is happy” he yawned cutely as his eyelids fluttered in process.

Jimin’s heart ached, was he fine with Yeoul leaving them? No, he was not.

“Mm… me too.. Close your eyes and sleep. You have school tomorrow” he kissed the top of his head, caressing his hair affectionately. Jimin waited for few more minutes until he was sure that Minyeol had fallen asleep. He then made his way silently outside the room to get some drinks. He owed that to his dry throat. It screamed for alcohol.

He took the remaining beers inside the fridge as a heavy sigh escaped his cold lips. Like a routine, he would spend at least two hours drinking alone or sometimes one of the members would give him a company when they slept over. The alcohol helped to wash away the pain and sorrow in him. Nonetheless, it couldn’t erase the love that he had for Yeoul and the memories of Yeoul would remain alive.

Taking a sip from his glass, Jimin stared blankly at the cold tile “Baby… can’t you just come back?” he ruffled his hair in desperation.

“Park Jimin…look at me…” Yeoul whispered between her tears. Jimin shook his head stubbornly, averting his eyes from meeting hers. He couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing those beautiful eyes again after this. He let his tears flowed down heavily, not caring how ugly he appeared at the moment.

“Jims… please look at me..” she persuaded.

“Baby…” she used the last ounce of her strength to cup both of his cheeks. His bloodshot eyes were in mess, and it pained her to see her man in pain. Jimin had never shown this hidden side of him in front of anyone not even his members. The last time when they won their daesangs, Jimin held back his tears until they were back home then only he cried his eyes out until there’s no more tears left for him to squeeze.

He breathed in deeply before gazing into Yeoul’s sad one “Babe….you will be fine” he muttered. The urge to cry choked him, made it hard to breathe.

“You too will be fine. Please take care of yourself. Minyeol and our princess” Yeoul smiled sadly as her face scrunched up in pain.

“Don’t say that, you won’t be leaving us. You will be fine” he clutched onto her hand harder showing his desperation and persistence. He was not ready to let Yeoul go. Not that he could imagine living his life without Yeoul in it. That sorrowful life by far had never occurred to him would happen this fast. Why?

Yeoul squished his hands tighter, breathing heavily in between “I love you so much Jimin.. never forget that.. We will meet again for sure. Can you promise me one thing?” she uttered weakly. The words coming from her mouth was incoherent, for some reasons Jimin could make it out from it.

Jimin bit down his tongue to quell the sound of his ugly sobbing “Yes baby… what is it?’ he pecked her lips softly making Yeoul smile.

“Remember to love yourself. I will always love you even from afar. When you miss me, you know where to find me” she used her free hand to stroke his face one last time, pulling him closer to him for a short endearing kiss.

Once she’s drawn her last breath, she said “I..Love you…Park Jimin” Jimin stood, cradling his wife in his arm and started crying loudly. Yeoul’s mother fell to her knees, clutching onto her chest “YEOUL-AH….” the thick atmosphere in the room was filled with tears and sobs from every corner.

Na Yeoul: Time of death, September 12, 2021. 10.22 PM.

 A month has passed since Yeoul passing but the sadness engulfed him every single day. The news of her passing made it to major news headline domestically and internationally. Everyone was expressing their sadness over Yeoul sudden death which took everyone off guard. No one would expect something like this happen. Their new born daughter is barely two months old, and now she had to grow up without her mother.

His mother and mother-in-law offered to look after their daughter until then, but everyday Jimin would go to check on his daughter with Minyeol. Because after all that was the only Yeoul’s memory left for him to cherish.

“Hyung…” Jungkook took a seat across him with a concern look. Jimin lifted his head with a weak smile “Arent you supposed to sleep? We have schedule tomorrow” he replied.

 The latter patted his hand with a genuine smile “I can’t sleep. Are you alright?” he knew the older guy had enough people asking him whether he is okay or not, but he just couldn’t help it. Watching his hyung in pain was unbearable especially when he knew how Yeoul’s death scarred him.

“Are you?” he inquired back with a small smug.

“Hyung…you have to let her go. Nuna.. wont like to see you this way. Minyeol and Yeoul need you. I know you are a responsible father, and you never abandon them. But, at some point they need your love…your genuine love” even a simple advice from the maknae really shows how much he has changed over the years.

Jimin tilted his head and chugged down the alcohol within a second, he snorted under his breath.

“I will be alright Kkuk… I just need time… this pain it is too much for me. I can’t believe she is gone..forever” he felt like he was going to cry again. Jungkook sympathized his hyung yet what else he could do.

Jungkook poured another glass of soju for Jimin and slid the glass back to its original state “Drink up. You know I am your best drinking buddy after Jin hyung. Well, I still think I am the best” he chortled earning a soft chuckle from the older guy.

“Thank you Jungkook..” Jungkook’s ears perked up at the sudden gratitude.

Their eyes met, Jungkook nodded as an assurance signalling him everything would be alright “Thank you…” his chest tightened at the memories of Yeoul. Her last words lingered in his mind, something that would follow him till his last breath.

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“APPA.. YEOUL IS CRYING”

“JUNGKOOK HYUNG HELP”

“YOONGI SAMCHON COME HERE QUICK”

“KIM SEOKJIN HELPPPPPPP”

Minyeol was practically yelping for everyone’s name just to warn them the little princess had just awoken from her nap. Seokjin was the first one who came to the scene with an unamused face “Say that again, kiddo! Who told you to call me “Kim Seokjin” without a hyung or uncle behind?” he frowned.

Yoongi showed up behind Seokjin, throwing little Minyeol over his shoulder while patting his butt playfully “You little creature, why am I a ‘samchon’ if Jungkook gets the ‘hyung’. Speak of discrimination, where did you learn this” the younger boy squeal in delight and clung onto Yoongi’s back shirt tightly. ‘

“The princess is awake…..she is sad! Quick help her!” said Minyeol.

Jin gave the younger boy one final look before cradling Yeoul in his embrace “Hush… princess. Your handsome uncle is here, so now what do you want? Do you want to eat?” he blinked cutely following Yeoul’s loud cries.

Her cries echoed waking Hoseok and Namjoon from their short nap “What is with this commotion” Namjoon yawned followed by sleepy Hoseok behind him.

“HOSEOKKIIEE HELP ME” upon seeing Hoseok on the other side, Minyeol waved his hand helplessly so he could be freed from Yoongi little torture.

“Say what again little kid? I am your hyung… not a hoseokie” he went to get Minyeol nevertheless with a pout. As expected, Jung Hoseok would be Minyeol’s all-time favourite uncle as compared to others. Then, Jungkook would follow behind and of course Yoongi fall into the last place. The mean uncle.

“Where the hell is Park Jimin? His daughter is crying for milk. I don’t even know how to feed a baby” Jin soothed the baby trying his best using the skills that he read from the internet but came to no avail. Few minutes later, Jimin came with a bottle of milk “Hyung, you suck” he muttered taking Yeoul carefully into his arms.

“Princess, daddy is here. Now let’s eat” his fatherly smiled awed everyone in the room. To Seokjin, the most genuine smile from Jimin would come from his interaction with Minyeol and Yeoul. Not that he was not happy whenever Bangtan members were around, but he found that, Jimin is the happiest with his kids. Jimin and Jin spent their time together nursing their little princess whilst others were busy playing with Minyeol in the living room.

Though months had passed, Jimin finally is used raising the baby with the help of his members. Last week, he told his mother that he wanted to look after Yeoul by his own because he thought it was the best thing to do. Both of them gave in though they insisted in keeping Yeoul in the beginning. His determination touched their heart therefore in exchanged, they would pay a visit every weekend to meet their grandchildren.

That was how Bangtan Sonyeondan turned into babysitters overnight. Even Manager Sejin grew fond of baby Yeoul and surprisingly prior to the baby presence at the dorm, he spent a lot of time in the dorm with the guys.

They were in their long break after the promotions ended few months ago, so Jimin had more time in hand to look after his kids especially little Yeoul. She needed his attention the most and it was not easy to raise the baby with little knowledge in hand. Once in a while, Jungkook’s girlfriend Dahae would pay a visit or every time she needed his help, Dahae offered her assistance without hesitation.  

Everyone in Bangtan has found their partner except Yoongi and Taehyung. Oh well, their time will come soon.

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Happy birthday daddy’s princess. Jimin planted a soft kiss on her rosy cheeks, the little girl blinked cutely following Jimin’s gaze with a light cackle. Little Yeoul reaches out to her daddy, squishing Jimin’s forefinger while doing her cute baby talk melting Jimin’s heart instantly.

It is little Yeoul’s birthday which also means it had been a year since Na Yeoul’s death. Jimin has never missed a day yearning for Yeoul. The presence of little Yeoul and Minyeol were enough to fill the emptiness in him. He needs only his kids by his side. As for now, what matters the most was Bangtan Sonyeondan and his family.

Entering the first year of his life without Yeoul, he was able to raise his kids with no problems. He learned a lot from his supportive family and Bangtan members of course. Jimin was lucky enough that the members were willing to help him in any situation especially when it came to little Yeoul. Being a single daddy with glamorous job was rather challenging. There were eyes everywhere and his children are exposed to public unnecessary attention.

Joining Big Hit was the best decision that he ever made. He couldn’t imagine if it weren’t for Bang Pd, his life would be in a huge mess. The older man had done a lot of things for him since start and he really appreciated it. Bang Pd made sure that Jimin and his family got the full protection from media eyes. In regard to this, if there is any nasty rumours arise that could jeopardize Jimin and his two kids, Bang Pd had a team ready to counter the problems.

“Daddy, are we going to visit mom today?” Minyeol asked with a wide smile.

“Yes, and then we will go celebrate princess’s birthday” Jimin ruffled his hair earning a dissatisfied groan from the boy. Minyeol shrieked “DADDY MY HAIR! DON’T TOUCH IT! TAEHWAN SAMCHON DID IT FOR ME!” he swatted his father hand lightly while fixing the hair back to its original state.

Jimin chuckled “You look handsome nonetheless, don’t overreact boy” he heard footsteps approaching them and he was greeted by the familiar good-looking guy “Did you get Yeoul’s favourite flowers?” he inquired.

Grinning away, Taehwan waved the Asiatic lily in front of him “Got it. Is it just four of us, what about others?” he tilted his head. Jimin indicated others will tag along with Jin, so they would meet at their meeting point instead. After dressing little Yeoul in a white tutu dress, Jimin wore his black suit and left the house with Taehwan. He was ready to meet Yeoul again today. Even though he visited her almost every week, but this time was different.

This was important for him and his children. He promised to bring little Yeoul meeting her mother when she turned one, so the day finally came.

The journey was never quiet when bubbly Minyeol took the chances to ask questions about things that he saw along journey. Loyal Taehwan would feed all the curiosity without complain. Indeed, Minyeol’s favourite uncle along with Hoseok and Jungkook.

“Daddy we are here! FINALLY, WE WILL BE MEETING MOMMY!” Minyeol clasped his hands together as his eyes glimmered in happiness.

“Alright, be careful. Jin ahjussi is there so don’t run but walk” Jimin was the first one who got off the red vehicle as he opened the door for Minyeol and the little dashed impatiently to the group without even listening to Jimin’s warning.

Cheerful Jhope watched Minyeol running towards their direction and hollered “Be careful kid! Don’t run!” he also warned sternly. Jimin took the chance to pick his little girl up and made his way joining the group with Taehwan strutting behind him.

Taehyung was the first one who squealed upon seeing little Yeoul in Jimin’s arm “My princess is looking pretty aww!”

“PRETTY MINI YEOUL!” Jin eyes shimmered under the sunlight. He must be a little too excited to see baby Yeoul in her breath-taking white tutu. It seemed like Jimin really did a good job in dressing his princess today.

As Jimin approached the group, Yoongi made face to scare little Yeoul but only to turn a little too adorable causing the baby to giggle excitedly “Hyung, she likes you” Jungkook pointed out with a laugh.

“I am sure she is planning to marry you when she grows up” Namjoon added.

“I am not going to marry my daughter off with any of you, dream on” Jimin rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Yoongi scoffed “Park Jimin, you have to admit my face is a son-in-law material, for your information” the teasing kept going between the boys liven up the dreary atmosphere at first, but now it was replaced by their laughter.

Life is a blend of laughter and tears, a combination of rain and sunshine. There will always be rainbow after the rain. Even after the thing happened in Jimin’s life, he was able to patch back real quick. As if his heart is made ready for it, he is ready to face any hurdles in this world.

Just like the rainbow after the rain, good thing will eventually happen after the pain that he gains. For now, the happiness built within him is revolved around his friends, family and two beautiful children. With Yeoul’s name buried deep enough in his heart, he promises to live the life just the way it is.

Na Yeoul, no matter where you are, or how far you are, their heart will always find its way back together.

It is you.

It has always been you.

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Chapter: I II IIIᴹ IV V VI VII VIII IX Xᴹ

ᴹThis chapter contains mature content.

Kai tugged at the bowtie around his neck. It had been a long evening. Hours of speeches, food, music, and dancing. He had played his guitar for his now-favourite couple and pulled his girl out to the dance floor. He had met a hundred new faces tonight at this anniversary party, and though it was nice to see kind faces, Kai was ready to head home.

“Ready to go?”

Relief washed over him as Joori appeared out of nowhere with a small glass of water. She always seemed to know what he was thinking at exactly the right time. He downed the water and pulled her along.

She ducked her head into car that waited outside and gathered her puffy blue skirt in after her. It was a dress that belonged to Jongin’s wife but Joori made it her own by adding twinkling lights along the hem. To Kai, she looked like a little fairy.

Climbing into the back seat after her, Kai finally took off the bowtie that had been suffocating him all night. Joori took it from him as he put on his seat belt. “This looked really good on you.”

He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “And this looks stunning on you,” he said, running a finger through the light fabric of her dress.

Joori giggled and tapped his hand. “I’m trying to give you a compliment here. You did really well tonight and I don’t think you give yourself enough credit.”

Kai scratched his neck as he tried to process her words. It was strange to accept words of affirmation for things that weren’t his brute strength. It was all he had been known for on the farm and in the labs. Now he was playing music and dressing up? It was a big change.

“You don’t have to play your guitar in public if you don’t want to, Kai,” Joori said softly, placing a gentle hand on his that was still absently toying with her skirt. “Thank you for doing it tonight.”

He turned his hand over and wrapped her small fingers in his. “No need to thank me. It was fun, and I think Jongin and his wife had a good time.”

Joori leaned on his shoulder. “Yeah,” she said wistfully. “Now they’ll be going on their trip and we’ll be all alone.”

Kai let his cheek rest on Joori’s head as he watched the roads go by. “It’s going to be fun. We can blast music as loud as we want.”

“Mhmm.” Joori was drawing little circles on his arm and the action made him sleepy. “You looked really good tonight, Kai.”

He let out a breathy little laugh as he muttered a thank you. It was still difficult to take compliments but he had to practice. Joori was dishing them out tonight so he had better learn quickly.

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Joori sat on the edge of her sofa bed and scrunched the chiffon of her blue dress in her hands. She couldn’t understand it.

Why didn’t Kai want to have sex with her?

Not that she had explicitly proposed the idea to him, but she had been throwing out hints for the past week. She even said the l-word to him and he still didn’t do anything more than just a few kisses.

Meanwhile, here she was, imagining him kidnapping her to his jail cell of a room back at the laboratory and taking her from behind while she was still cuffed. Each time she moved, the spikes would dig into her more so she had to stay still and let him take her.

“Good girl,” imaginary Kai would say.

She groaned.She was the dictionary definition of Sexually Frustrated.

And tonight? When he wore that suit with that bowtie? Playing that guitar so softly with his thick fingers? Her legs almost gave out at the thought that he could use those fingers on her.

But he wouldn’t!

She had one last trick up her sleeve tonight. If it didn’t work, she would rest and play the rest of the week by ear. After all, Jongin and his wife were going to be gone for a week. The house was going to be No Man’s Land.

Right on time, Kai came down to her basement lab and Joori didn’t waste any time at all.

“Will you help me get out of my dress?”

Kai skidded to a stop, literally. His socks slid on the floor as he stared at her as if she had asked the wrong person.

Joori bit her lip. “These lights were a last minute addition and I’m not certain that they won’t short circuit on me.”

He cleared his throat and nodded, coming over to her side but not making any eye contact.

Joori felt the frustration bubble up again. She’d never been touched by a man before but she’d seen it in movies. The man never looked uncomfortable by a woman’s advances unless he didn’t find her attractive.

Was she unattractive in Kai’s eyes now that he had met all these women who worked in espionage?

Hurt lanced through her and she stepped out of Kai’s reach right as he reached for her zipper. He met her with a confused look on his face.

“Kai, do you want to have sex with me?”

He paused and his jaw fell open. Then he snapped it shut and then opened it again. “I...”

Joori gulped as her eyes began to sting. “Please answer me truthfully. If I asked you to have sex with me, would you do it?”

Kai ran a hand through his hair, messing it up to make him look even hotter. How was that possible? “Why are you asking me this, Joori?”

Her shoulders slumped. That wasn’t the answer she was looking for. She had wished for a whirlwind romance, and she had gotten that. But she didn’t realize until now that she wished for the physical aspect of it too.

“Come here,” Kai muttered and pulled her to his chest. “Is that why you’ve been complimenting me all night? Because you wanted to get into my pants?”

Joori pressed her forehead to his white button-up. “Maybe,” she said, dejected. “But also because you deserve them.”

“And would you like to be rewarded for them?”

Joori pulled back and looked up. She saw the heat in his eyes but she shook her head, pressing the little creases on his shirt. “I don’t want to be rewarded for them. I just want...you. And I want you to want me.”

Instead of tamping down the heat in his gaze, her words seemed to increase it tenfold. “You think I don’t want you?”

“Well, I know you do, logically.” After all, they had been spending every minute of everyday together. Training together, eating together, sleeping together. “But physically...”

He pulled her closer and pressed a hand to her butt. “You think I didn’t want you all day as I saw you in your fairy princess gown dancing away at the party? You thought I didn’t want to flip your twinkling skirt up and put my face between your thighs?”

“Kai...” She sucked in a breath. “You’re just saying stuff now.”

“Then how should I show you?” He began gathering the fabric of her dress in his hands, lifting it higher and higher. He reached underneath and kneaded her stockinged thigh. “I’ve been stopping myself for weeks because I don’t want to push you. I am much bigger than you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Joori’s eyes widened. Hurt her? “You’d never hurt me.”

Kai grabbed her thigh and hooked it over his hip, pressing her close enough to feel his length bulging through his pants.

Oh. “You are...big.” Is that what he meant by hurting her?

He barked out a laugh. “This is what you do to me, and I’m only half hard.” He ground against her and she had to clutch onto his shoulder before her leg turned to mush. “Every night you always love to grind your butt against me, nearly making me come. Do you understand how torturous that is?”

She licked her legs as the throbbing increased between her legs. “I watch you practice your guitar everyday and that’s torture for me.”

He stopped and pulled back, cradling her neck as he fixed her with a confused look. “How?”

Joori bit her lip and rolled her hips along his length. “Because I want those fingers to play with me...down there.”

Suddenly, Joori was spun around and bent over the arm rest of the sofa. Her flouncy skirt was flipped over her head and her feet were dangling off the floor.

“Is it true the lights in your dress can short circuit?” Kai asked as he rubbed her hip, his thumb pressing into her ass.

“No,” she confessed.

He rewarded her confession with a light tap on her flesh that made her gasp. Did he almost spank her just now? “I knew my girl wouldn’t allow something like that to happen. You’re too smart for that.”

She squirmed because she loved it when he called her his girl. In the beginning, he would let it slip and often correct himself. But now he was owning it.

And owning her.

“Is this what you think about when you see me playing guitar?” He slid a rough finger down her slit. That alone made her whole body shudder. “My god, you’re wet.”

She felt her underwear being pulled to the side and braced her arms on the sofa. She couldn’t see anything so she held her breath, waiting for the penetration.

But then he softly traced a circle around her clit and the air was squeezed from her lungs in a small whimper.

“Relax,” he told her. “We have all week.”

She moaned and suddenly wished she could see him right now. See his expressions, what he was going to do next. But the skirt was in the way.

“Good, keep making those noises. I didn’t know my quiet tech girl was so vocal.” He continued the soft little circles and gently massaged up her slit too.

Joori panted loudly, knowing full well she was dripping down her thigh already. “Please keep talking. Anything,” she begged. She wanted to know that he was enjoying it too.

“Like what?” he teased as his thumb pressed inside, stretching her for him. “Like how badly I want to stuff you with my cock? Or how I wonder what it would be like if we were back in my cell, with you cuffed up?”

She gasped and could feel her walls tightening around his thumb down there. No way was he having the same fantasies as her. She was going to come any second at the thought of him tossing and turning in bed because he wanted to fuck her while she was cuffed to his little cot.

“Ah, that excites you, doesn’t it?” His fingers kept at a firm rhythm on her clit, but he began a steady in and out of her core. She could hear the lewd sounds echo off the machinery in the room. “Does it excite you to know that I want to put cuffs on your ankles too? I want to force your thighs open and watch you try to stay still as I fuck you.”

It was so depraved but it was exactly what she needed to hear. Her cries were muffled by the dress but she squirmed relentlessly as heat coursed through her body.

“Should I take those cuffs off so you can come? I don’t want you to get hurt by those spikes if you won’t stay very still.”

She shook her head, arching her back so he had a better vantage point. “No, you won’t hurt me. I’ll stay still. Please, just fuck me. I need you.”

In a blur, Joori was flipped on her back, her ankles held in the air and a panting Kai whose hot gaze was fixated on her.

Joori watched, breathless as Kai ran his cock along her swollen core. “I want to watch you, Joori.”

He let her ankles fall, opening her thighs wide, but she still reached down with her hands, spreading her lips for him. If he wanted to watch, she could give him something to watch.

He groaned. “Wait.” He made another pass through her heat, flicking her clit with his tip, and she was so sensitive that she jolted from the sofa. “I bought some condoms. They’re upstairs. Let me just...”

He slid against her pussy again, wetting his length with her juices. He couldn’t seem to stop watching.

“It’s okay,” she said, gently running her fingers along the veins of his cock. “I made a patch that prevents pregnancy.”

Kai groaned again and she saw precum gathering on the very tip of him. “I don’t think you realize how hot you sound whenever you tell me about another one of your inventions.”

“Do I? I didn’t know—” Her words were cut off by a soft whimper as Kai entered her.

Her body didn’t seem to know what to do. She was halfway frozen between an orgasm and an out of body experience. He was filling her, bit by bit, and her blood pulsed through her veins, making her ultra-sensitive.

“Joori, breathe,” Kai bit out. “I’m barely in.”

She sucked in a breath of air and her whole body shook. She gasped for more air as she realized she was definitely having an orgasm.

“Oh shit, Joori.” Kai pulled away and scooped her up, climbing into the sofa bed with her. “Are you okay?”

She giggled as she caught her breath. “I think I just came.”

Kai tugged down her skirt and pulled the blanket up. “I think we should stop here for today.”

“Why?” Joori asked even as her eyelids began to get heavy. Orgasms always did that to her. “I can still go for more.”

“No rush. We have all week,” he said, smoothing a hand down her back and sending little shivers down her spine. “We have to practice getting used to each others’ size.”

She snuggled close and sighed. “Maybe I should make a replica of you,” she said, reaching down and sliding her hand to stroke him. “That way I can practice on my own time too.”

Kai pressed his lips to her neck as he pumped into her hand. His palm grabbed her leg, hiking it over his hip so he could pump against her too. “As long as you let me use that replica on you too, I’m down for it.”

She gasped as she guided his thick girth to her entrance, allowing it to penetrate her again. “How about both at the same time?” She was having a hard time keeping up with the fantasy as he thrust his hips forward, stretching her and hitting the good spot.

More like the good spots. Could it be that she had more than one? Because every stroke seemed to trigger a different pleasure point and yet he wasn’t even all the way in. The thought that there was so much left to explore made her arch her back.

“With the cuffs?” he asked, wrapping his strong fingers around her wrist in a tight vice.

Joori cried as a second orgasm peaked over her and she clung to him, the image was too much. Her, shackled to a bed and at Kai’s will with his amazingly monstrous cock and a replica of it to use at his own discretion?

Kai made a final thrust in her hand, pushing just past the entrance of her throbbing, swollen pussy and shooting his seed all over her.

Eyes barely open, Joori swung her arms around Kai’s neck. “If I had to invent the perfect boyfriend, he’d be you.”

“One more compliment and I’m not going to let you rest tonight.” He chuckled and rearranged the blankets around her shoulders. “Sleep, my naughty girl.”

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OK that is the end :3 This couple was really fun to write and I hope they were as fun to read! I almost didn’t write a smutty chapter for them because this couple was just super wholesome, but I had to do it! I had to!!!! ^^ Thank you all for joining me on this little story since September. I wrote most of this in one sitting (a manic period, indeed) so I don’t remember much of it at this point but all your comments and messages are really uplifting to read <3

Please look forward to other things coming up! (Though with my schedule, who knows when that might be n___________n;; hehe) Have a great weekend everyone and I hope y’all are enjoying the weather wherever you are because I am stuck in a snow storm (ahem, Search Through the Universe 2.0)

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I’ll Be Home For Christmas - Part 2

Title: I’ll Be Home For Christmas - Part 2 Pairing: Taron x OC Rating: T Warning: None A/N: Merry Christmas to all of my lovely readers! Thank you for being here on this journey with me, for your likes, comments and reblogs. You have been a blessing to me, and I hope to be the same for you, a tiny little corner of the internet that is a welcome retreat from the real world. I wish you peace and joy and blessings in the new year ahead! Love, Jess! X

Andi woke up before the alarm, before the first fingers of daylight had begun to slip past the window shades and creep across the carpet. She shivered in the chilly room, realizing Taron had stolen most of the blankets. He looked adorable though, so she had a hard time being mad at him for that, and wrapped her arms around him as she snuggled in closer with him, if only to be able to tug the blankets back over to her side. Taron sighed softly in his sleep, his brow wrinkling slightly before a small smile settled on his face. She considered herself very lucky to be with someone who still caused butterflies in her stomach, even after all these years.

She dozed off again for a little bit, but soon her bladder demanded to be appeased, so she slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her sleeping husband, or Tibbs for that matter, who was still cocooned in blankets at the foot of the bed. She took care of her business and padded downstairs in her slippers, pulling a robe around herself as she went. She paused for a long moment in the dark living room, lit up from the moonshine, drawing patterns from the tree on the wall.

“Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse,” she recited softly from memory, reveling in the way the quiet house almost felt like it was holding its breath, a hushed whisper of excitement for the day ahead, even if she and Taron wouldn’t actually be home for it. She walked to the kitchen and got the coffee started, seeing as the alarm would be going off soon enough. They had a 4.5-hour drive ahead of them before they’d be in Aberystwyth, cozy and warm with his family.

She grabbed her favorite mug out of the cabinet, a tacky burgundy mug with two narwhals on it that read “I will narwahlways love you.” It had been a silly Valentine’s Day gift from Taron, but also the day he’d asked her to move in with him once they’d decided they were serious after an on-again, off-again relationship. Sure, there had been bumps in the road, and it hadn’t always been magical, but sometimes Andi was convinced it was what made them stronger now; they had fought hard to get where they were, and they were happy. That path didn’t have to be perfect as long as they had arrived there in the end; and she knew without a doubt they had earned it.

She poured herself some coffee, doctoring it with honey cream and sugar, making it probably sweeter than any coffee had a right to be, but it was the way she loved it all the same. It made her think of warm summer days and sunflower fields. She was lost in thought, sipping on her coffee, when Taron snuck up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing a kiss on her neck.

“Merry Christmas, love,” he said in her ear, nuzzling gently into her neck and sighing contentedly.

“Merry Christmas, T,” Andi replied in a whisper, her eyes tearing up slightly at the sweet, affectionate way he was holding her. Those baby hormones were certainly something else, she thought ruefully as she brushed the tears away quickly. “There’s coffee ready for you,” she added.

“Coffee sounds delicious,” he said, making no move to get some, still cradling his wife. He placed a few more kisses along her neck, his fingers deftly untying the robe and finding their way under the hem of her cami, caressing the skin of her stomach and waist and leaving goosebumps over her skin. Andi turned to face him, kissing him full on the lips, relishing the feel as he responded in kind. He walked her back until her butt ran into the counter gently, their kisses hungry. Andi let the robe slip from her shoulders to the floor, no longer aware of the morning chill in the house. She felt very warm, indeed, as Taron’s hands found purchase at her waist, pulling her hips against his so she moaned softly into his mouth.

“Don’t you dare start something you can’t finish, babe,” she said, pulling away to look at him for a moment, full of desire but aware of the ticking time clock too.

“Must I wait?” he groaned slightly, running a hand over his face and trying to blink the sleep out of his eyes.

“I’m not about to keep your family waiting while we… have fun,” she snickered, stealing one more kiss from him before going to pour him some coffee, missing the pout he gave her in response.

“But I’ve been waiting over a month,” he whined.

“That’s your own fault for being away so long,” she teased Taron, handing him a mug of steaming hot liquid, made up just the way he liked. She had that down to an art now. “I’m going to start getting ready, okay?” she said, kissing his cheek quickly and returning upstairs. Taron, for his part, fed Tibbs, sipped his coffee, and tried desperately hard to calm himself down. He knew he needed to see his family, since it’d been even longer than his absence from Andi, and they had news to share that he was incredibly excited about as well.

He eventually joined his wife in getting ready, donning a comfortable blazer over a plain shirt and jeans and, as usual, ready before she was. He went to pack the remaining gifts in the car, and by the time he returned Andi was putting on her coat.

“It’s warmed up a bit outside,” he remarked as he returned. “I’ve fed Tibbs so he’ll be good to go until we get back home and you look absolutely beautiful,” he smiled, taking her in, appreciating the way the blush rose in her cheeks. That he could still do that after all the time they’d been together always warmed his heart a bit.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” she said, almost shyly.

“Well I do, and I’m a damn lucky man,” he replied sweetly, pulling out a long, skinny black box and holding it out to her.

“Taaaron, we promised, no gifts,” she said, shaking her head.

“Then consider it an “I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long” gift, not a Christmas gift. But I saw it, and thought of you.”

Andi cracked the box open slowly and gasped at the necklace inside. Really it was simple, a silver chain with a purple gemstone rendered in the shape of a bougainvillea flower. But she had been obsessed with those flowers on their honeymoon in Santorini, Greece, and it had been one of the best vacations they’d ever had together. Every day had been stunningly perfect, and the memory associated with those flowers was so strong she could nearly hear the waves on the beach as Taron carefully removed the necklace from the box and fastened it around her neck.

“Thank you, this means a lot,” she whispered. “It does make me feel closer to you,” she grinned.

“As soon as I wrap with this film, we should go back, before you get too far along in your pregnancy to travel. Just you and me and the beach and no worries at all,” he smiled.

“Is that a promise, husband of mine?” she asked, and he nodded his head vigorously.

“Abso-bloody-lutely,” Taron grinned, his dimples popping out and making her swoon.

“Well, I broke our rule too, and got you something,” Andi smiled, pulling out her gift and handing it to Taron. 

“Another gift?” he said, shaking his head. “You really shouldn’t have,” he said as he quickly unwrapped it, pulling the box open to find a glitzy pair of sunnies from his favorite brand. “Andi, you really shouldn’t have!” he exclaimed, knowing just how much that particular pair cost, and it was a pretty penny indeed.

“Yeah, well, I wanted to so I did, and I know how you adore those. So put them on your handsome face and let’s get out the door!” she grinned. 

He pulled her to him and kissed her sweetly, the way his eyelashes brushed his cheeks when he closed his eyes making her swoon again. “Thank you, darling, truly,” he said as he slid the sunnies on his face and looked every bit the movie star Andi knew him to be. 

“These were a good choice,” she grinned, admiring him a bit.

They managed to lock up the house and pack themselves into the car, both in a cheery mood as they sang Christmas carols, only stopping once to grab breakfast sandwiches when they both got hungry. They watched the sun rise over the still-green hills of Wales, and she knew how happy Taron was being able to spend the holiday with his family. They were lovely people, and she always felt like part of the family when they were there.

“Do you think Mari and Rosie will like what I bought them?” Andi asked suddenly, making Taron chuckle.

“Of course they will. They’re obsessed with Frozen right now, so anything to do with it they’ll absolutely love. I think you did just fine.”

“Okay, well, I just hadn’t seen them in a while, and I know you sent me ideas of things to buy since you wouldn’t be here to do it yourself. But it still makes me nervous,” she admitted.

“My family loves you, Andi. There’s literally nothing to be nervous about,” Taron replied, grabbing her hand and squeezing it supportively.

“What about the baby?” she asked, biting her lip.

“Ahhh,” Taron sighed softly, figuring there was more to her anxiety than just the presents themselves. “Mum will be over the moon you know. She’s never tried to pressure me about kids, but I think she’d be incredibly excited to be a grandmother. And I’m not exactly getting younger here,” he smiled. “I think it’s the right time in my life, and it’s the right thing for us too. I’m excited, and there should be nothing else that you’re feeling about it either.”

“But that’s just… not realistic, Taron. I am anxious. And I’m scared, that we’ll lose this one too. I’m worried that I won’t be a good mum. I’m excited, but also terrified in equal measure,” she said softly. “Because something we’ve wanted, something we’ve tried for a few times, something that could be so good, could so easily be ripped away from me and I don’t know if I’m strong enough to handle that.”

“Oh, darling,” Taron said gently, glancing at her quickly before training his eyes back on the road. “You are the strongest person in the world I know, and you’ll be the best damn mum there is. And we will get through whatever comes our way together. I understand the undercurrent of fear; I’m not immune to it. But I also want to hope, and I want to be excited, and until I have a reason to not be those things, I’m going to let that be my guiding principle, yeah?”

Andi nodded her head, knowing she was being overly emotional but also, in some ways, unable to control it. She just wanted so very badly for this to have the happy ending they desired. They had dreamed about it together for awhile; spoken about being parents in hushed whispers at night. To be able to share that dream with the man she adored, the man she loved and had devoted her entire life to, it felt like she had finally arrived at her purpose in life. She rested her hands on her belly; she had begun to show slightly, the barest bump she could only dream the best future for.

They were comfortably silent for a little bit, the strains of music the only sound in the car. The rolling hills soon gave way to the glittering water of the sea, grey clouds scudding across the sky in a hurry on their way to who knows where. Andi began to recognize some of the landmarks along the way, and soon they were cruising into Aberystwyth, Christmas lights twinkling and doing their best to outshine the sunlight. She breathed a small sigh of relief, happy to have finally made it, the place feeling at once familiar even though she had only been a handful of times.

Taron’s sisters ran out to greet them as soon as they had pulled up to the house and parked. Squealing excitedly, they hugged Taron tightly, and he hugged them back. “My stars, how you’ve grown!” he exclaimed cutely. Soon his mother and stepdad had come out to help them bring everything in, spreading their gifts out under the tree along with the others.

They talked and laughed together so much, Andi’s sides were aching from it all, and her face nearly hurt from all the smiling. The food was delicious, and she ate until she felt she nearly might pop. Watching Taron with his family filled her with a certain kind of warmth, and she was grateful to be a part of it at all. The girls, of course, couldn’t wait to open presents, and so they all settled in the living room after the meal, passing out gifts to one another, the girls absolutely loving their Anna and Elsa dolls and wanting to play with them immediately.

Despite Andi’s nerves over her and Taron’s news, she really needn’t be; when Taron’s mum opened a gift with a sweet little onesie made to look like the iconic orange velvet Kingsman jacket, her hands instantly went to her mouth and she nearly cried. It was the sweetest thing, getting to share in the excitement of that moment. “Well it’s about damn time, son!” Taron’s mum teased him, beyond thrilled for them, and soon Andi was having to tell her all the details too, which she didn’t mind one bit.

They ended up cozying up on the couches to watch a movie, and Rosie and Mari snuggled up to Taron on either side, leaving Andi to hug the arm of the couch instead of her husband. When his mum tried to correct them though, Andi just laughed and waved off the concern. She would never get enough of seeing Taron with kids, to be honest, especially as he was going to be a dad soon himself. Everything about this Christmas Day with his family reminded her of that, and she couldn’t feel happier.

The day had worn on and soon they decided it was time to head on home. Of course his mum offered for them to stay in the guest room, as she always did, concerned about them driving home late at night, but Taron seemed keen on getting back home, as he hadn’t really had much chance to enjoy being home at all since he’d arrived. His mum insisted on packing them some leftovers to take home, telling Taron, once again, that he needed to get some meat on his bones. Andi and Taron shared an eyeroll behind her back, but she knew he loved and appreciated his mum very much. Hugs and kisses and wishes of “wish you could stay longer!” were exchanged all around, and soon they were back in their car and headed back to London.

“I’m kind of sad to see Christmas over already,” Andi said wistfully.

“Who said it had to be over once we got home, eh?” Taron snickered lightly. “We can celebrate in our own way.”

“You’re quite naughty, you know,” she just laughed lightly, knowing exactly what he was hinting at, not so subtly.

“What!” He exclaimed innocently. “I’ve been home for a whole day and have yet to enjoy my beautiful, pregnant might I add, wife! A man’s got needs.”

“Uh-huh,” Andi just laughed, though she couldn’t deny her feelings for him too. “Today has really been just perfect though,” she smiled over at him.

“It has been,” he agreed. “And I am grateful I didn’t miss this one,” he said, raising her hand to his lips and placing a sweet kiss on the back of her hand.

“Me too,” she said softly. “It wouldn’t have been as magical without you.”

“It wouldn’t have been Christmas at all for me without you,” Taron said earnestly. “You are my whole world, Andi. I hope I never leave you with a doubt about that again.”

“Oh, T. I’ve always known that. I think, just facing this new adventure, feeling like I was bearing that news alone, was really difficult for me. But we’re good now. You’re here, and you know, and we’re going to be doing this together from now on.”

“Yes we are,” he agreed. “You won’t feel alone in this, not a damn minute, I promise.”

They talked off and on some more, sharing ideas and plans for the future ahead of them, but Andi started feeling incredibly tired, happy but worn out from the day. She tried hard to stay awake, partly for Taron’s sake, but eventually she lost the fight, drifting off to sleep, her head against the window. Her breath left little fog patterns on the glass as she snoozed lightly. Taron couldn’t help but smile to himself, just completely grateful for this moment with her, a moment that felt all too precious.

When they finally made it safely home, he didn’t bother trying to wake her. He went to the front door first and unlocked it, leaving it open a crack, just enough for him to be able to push it open without his hands. He returned to the car, carefully opening the passenger side door. He reached across his sleeping wife, unbuckling her seat belt, and then ever-so-carefully maneuvering her out of the seat and into his arms, lifting her up and carrying her inside.

“Hmmmmm, Taron?” she asked sleepily, her head resting against his shoulder as he climbed up the stairs slowly.

“We’re home now,” he said gently.

“I fell asleep?” she asked, her eyes fluttering open slightly.

“Just a bit,” he grinned. “But you can stay sleeping, it’s okay.”

“Oh, but I was supposed to stay awake for you,” she giggled lightly. “You know, for reasons,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows at him playfully, but the sleep was still heavy in her eyes.

“There will always be another day, babe. You need your beauty sleep, now that you’re a mama,” he said cutely, carrying her to their bedroom and setting her gently in the bed.

“God I love you,” she said softly as he leaned over her gently and kissed her, sweet and slow, enjoying the feel of her lips against his.

“I know,” he said against her lips, his bright green eyes meeting her deep chocolate brown ones. They held the gaze for a long moment, feelings shared but not needing to be expressed out loud. It was almost as if their two hearts were beating as one, and soon, they would add a third to their little home.

Taron left her briefly to bring in their presents from the car, to make sure Tibbs was okay and to secure the rest of the house. Andi wriggled out of her pants and sweater and tossed them on the floor before snuggling into the covers, pulling them around herself. Right here, this moment, was exactly where she wanted to be. She checked her phone for a moment, smiling over the text messages and social media wishes of “Merry Christmas!” from her colleagues and friends. She responded to as many as she could until Taron returned to the bedroom. He also mostly tossed his clothes aside, crawling in in just his boxers, exhaustion from driving all day working its way into him.

“We’ll have to figure out a way to reveal our news to everyone else soon,” Andi smiled as she got comfortable with Taron, her fingers finding purchase under the covers on the smooth skin of his chest.

“I’m sure we will,” he said, hiding a yawn behind his hand. “Something cute and creative,” he said, his eyelids already drooping closed. “But for now, sleep,” he sighed.

“Oh I guess,” she giggled, well aware that she was in no position to argue. “Sweet dreams, my love,” she said, nestling herself into the crook of his arm, the warmth of his body familiar and reassuring. All she knew was that the past two days had been near perfect, at least once Taron had gotten home. She had to laugh at her anger earlier, the way pregnancy made everything feel sharper, more in focus, more intense, the highs much higher and the lows that much lower. They were certainly in for a ride, she thought, as Taron’s breathing slowed and she could tell he had drifted off. He was never one to waste a moment of sleep, but she didn’t mind it so much. The quiet, peaceful moments were always where she felt most at home. And wherever Taron was, that’s where she belonged.

“Merry Christmas, darling,” she whispered into the quiet stillness of the room, brushing her fingers lightly over his forehead, brushing his already-messy hair aside. Right here, right now, this moment, was the greatest feeling of home of all. As that thought warmed her heart, she felt the sweet siren song of sleep calling, and she willingly succumbed to slumber, happier than she’d ever felt before.

Wishing you and yours the merriest holiday season and peace and joy in the new year to come!

[holylulusworld]

No one messes with my family

Request: dean x reader based on the episode when dean come back with Mary at the bunker (reader and dean have twins) and a crying reader jump in his arms followed by a twins and when dean ask fort the other she start crying because is kidnap with Sam? ( I continue the request with another one ask ) and when the reader see Mary hugs her she’s so happy for dean, some badass reader moment, they call jody to take care of twins 1 because reader want to go with dean and Mary find sam and twin 2? Age gape reader, curvy reader, angst, fluff, smutty romantic end with a propose from dean 💕 2 years, can you use Mary and Sam name for them please? 2 girls ( one with dean eyes and reader hair, and one with reader eyes and dean hair)

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, Mary, Castiel, OMC Samantha & Mary Josephine, Lady Bevelle, Jody Mills

Warnings: language, angst, kidnapping, mentions of torture, violence, fluff, daddy!Dean, smut, fingering, unprotected sex

With shaking hands, you hold your little daughter tight. The blood is still on the floor just like the sigil on the wall. Sam is gone just like Samantha...

You were only a few minutes away with Mary Josephine and now your daughter and Sam are gone. Close to breaking down, you hear the door of the bunker opening. That British bitch knocked you out. She didn’t know that Mary was still in her baby seat in your car.

Hiding your daughter behind your back you aim your gun. Staring at the man entering the bunker in disbelieve your eyes widen.

“Dean?” You whisper.

“Y/N, I…I’m so sorry. I didn’t need to…” Rushing to Dean you hug him tightly.

Crying you cling to his shoulders. Mary is slowly walking toward her daddy. Scooping her in his arms he kisses her forehead softly.

“Where’s Samantha?” He asks and you start crying again.

“There was a woman when I came back with MJ. She shot Sam and knocked me out. She didn’t know that Mary was still in my car. She…Dean, she took Sam and our baby with her.”

“What? The blood?”

“Sam got shot. He tried to defend Samantha and that bitch shot him. I tried to help him but she knocked me out. British men of Letters, she said they came to get rid of you and Sam…they have our baby, Dean.”

“Shhh … we will find her and Sammy. Okay.”

Nodding you look over Dean’s shoulder. Your eyes widen when you realize it’s Mary Winchester looking at you.

“Mary?”

“Mommy?”

“No, baby. That’s your grandma.” You say. Looking at the little girl in Dean’s arms and then at you Mary smiles. Hugging you tight she smiles at Dean and his daughter.

“Okay, any ideas where the chick is?”

Nodding you tell Dean all you found out the last hours after you woke up.

“Castiel called me. He found a house. A British lady rented it not long ago. He believes Sam is there along with Samantha.”

“Good, you stay here, and I will…”

“No! I won’t wait here like a good wife! I’m a hunter. That bitch kidnapped my baby and Sammy. I will come with you!”

“But what about Mary?”

“We can bring her to Jody. It’s on the way to the house. I won’t let that British bitch get away with kidnapping my baby!”

“Fine. I’ll give up. What about you mom?”

“I will come too. She has my son and my granddaughter.”

“Okay. Then let’s roll. We can call Jody on our way.”

----

“Thanks for taking care of MJ, Jody.”

“Hey, I love the little button. Don’t worry Claire, Donna and I will watch her. No one will get the chance to kidnap her too. Just get Samantha and Sam back.”

Softly kissing your daughters head you give her to Jody. You can see a little pout on your daughter’s face. Her green eyes are glued to her Daddy’s face.

Giving his daughter his brightest smile Dean kisses her brown hair softly.

With an aching heart, you leave her behind to bring her twin sister back. The little girl must be so scared. You can almost see her Y/E/C eyes searching for her parents.

“Don’t worry. Jody will take good care of our baby.” Dean says.

“I know but I hate to be apart from my babies.”

“Me too. Now let’s kick some asses and get our family back!”

----

“The house is warded against angels,” Castiel says.

“So no angel power. Okay, Mary and I take the back entrance and you…”

“No, no. You will wait here,” Dean states.

“Dean! We got no time for chauvinism!”

“What! You know I know you are badass, but we can’t risk that we both got caught. Someone has to take care of our babies.”

“Exactly. My baby is in that house along with Sam!”

“You will wait here, period!”

“Fine. Twenty minutes or I’ll come in too!”

Softly kissing your cheek Dean storms toward the house to save his family.

----

“Okay, thirty minutes and he didn’t call. I will go in now!” You say.

“I’m coming with you,” Mary says and you nod. Handling her a gun you look at Cas.

“I will remove the warding’s for you. Just wait here to provide backup Cas.”

----

Silently walking through the building you remove the wardings. Gun aimed you hear your little daughter cry. Adrenaline is pumping through your veins while you move faster.

“Okay. I open the door and you check it.” Mary whispers and you nod.

When the door swings open your stomach drops. That British bitch has restrained your little daughter to a chair. Dean is handcuffed and she’s hitting him.

Crying Samantha is watching the scene. He daddy is bleeding and she can’t stop crying.

“Oh, you found us? Did you bring your other daughter too?” The woman snickers.

“What kind of person are you? Restraining a two years old girl. Letting her see you hurting her father. You monster. Get away from Dean or I swear I’ll kill you.”

Raising her hands she steps away from Dean. Hastily running to his side you want to check on him but he shakes his head.

“Check on Samantha first.”

“Let me at least open the handcuffs.” Snatching the keys from the table you open the handcuffs.

Mary is aiming her gun at the British lady while you open the bindings holding your daughter.

The little girl looks sobbing at you. Carefully picking her up you try to soothe her but she desperately screams for her daddy.

A little smile on his lips Dean takes his daughter out of your hands. Humming her favorite song he weighs her in his arms.

“If she tries anything, Mary. Shot her!” You say while you open Sam’s restrains.

“Are you okay, Sammy?”

“Yeah, what about Samantha? I begged them to bring her out but she refused. I didn’t want her to see what they…”

“Not your fault. You got hurt to protect us. Let’s get you out of this rat hole. Dean give Sammy to Mary and help Sam.”

Chuckling at your bossy tone Dean carefully places his daughter in his mother's arms. Helping Sam out of the room he wonders. You are not following him.

“I need to have a little chat with our new friend here.”

“Okay. But hurry we should get out of here.”

----

“You know I only did my job!” Lady Bevelle pleas.

“Oh, kidnapping a baby and letting her watch you torturing her uncle is your job? Hurting her father right in front of her is your job? Restraining a helpless little baby is your job???”

“We are on the same side.”

“I don’t think so. I have to go but not without leaving a nice gift for your friends…”

Outside the house, Dean hears a single gunshot and then silence.

Leaving the house, you don’t look back. Dean doesn’t ask what you did. He only gives you your daughter.

----

“They look so peaceful together,” Dean whispers watching his daughters sleeping peacefully. Holding hands, the little girls finally fell asleep.

Silently walking out of the door, you sigh. You’ve got your daughter, Dean, and Sam back. Your family is complete.

“Castiel deleted the memories. How could a woman do such a thing? Letting a little girl watching her torturing her uncle and hurting her daddy.”

“Did you…” Dean asks.

“I shot her leg. I wanted to kill her but I’m not a monster like her. I showed mercy. Next time, she won’t be so lucky.”

Softly kissing your cheek Dean leads you to your shared bedroom. You barely have time to close the door before he’s on you.

Roaming your curves with his hands he groans against your lips. When he squeezes your butt, you giggle.

“What’s so funny?”

“You really are into my ass!”

“How could I not? Look at those curves my sexy little girl.”

“I’m not little or a girl!” You scold while Dean shoves your shirt upwards.

“Hmmm…”

“Only as I’m younger than you doesn’t mean I’m a little girl!” You scold.

“But you are mine…look at your boobs.” Dean chuckles when he finally gets rid of your shirt.

Rolling your eyes, you let your pants slide down your legs. An approval hum leaves his lips when he sees you are wearing his favorite underwear.

Greedily grabbing the hem of his shirt you shove it upwards. While Dean removes his shirt you gently stroke his chest. A smile on his face he cups your face with his hands to kiss you softly.

Walking you backward he makes you stumble and fall onto his bed. Almost crushing you with his weight he roams your body with rough hands.

Snaking one hand between your legs he feels your already soaked panties.

“So wet?”

“You really turn me on, Winchester! You know that.”

Shoving the fabric aside he dips two fingers into your wetness. His fingertips draw slow circles around your clit while his lips attack your still covered nipples. Biting through the fabric he chuckles when you slap the back of his head.

“Such a bossy girl I have.”

“You bit my nipple!”

“You love it.” Dean rasps rubbing your clit faster.

A deep moan leaves your lips when the pressure gets too much. Looking into your eyes he watches you fall apart.

“Hurry up, Winchester before the twins wake up. I need you.”

Cocky grin on his face he jumps off the bed to strip the rest of his clothes off.

With shaking fingers, you unclasp your bra to toss it aside. Before you can get rid of your panties Dean is already sliding them down your legs.

“Hmm…look at my sexy curvy girl. How did I get so lucky?”

“I got no clue, old man.” You retort.

“Old man?”

“Yeah…”

“I’m not that much older.”

Giggling you see his darkened face. Crawling between your legs he licks his lips. Giving his cock a few strokes he watches you the whole time.

When he hovers back over you his lips find yours to kiss you softly. Slowly sinking into you he can’t help himself but moan.

“God, I like it that you are older. So much better than a young boy not knowing what to do with his cock.”

“Dirty girl. Tell me more.”

“We don’t have time for dirty talk!”

A little pout on his lips Dean starts rocking into you. Holding you in his arms he moves slow and even. Only feeling him, his arms around you makes your heart swell.

When you feel the burning in your abdomen gets stronger you move one of his hands to your clit. Rubbing slow circles around your swollen bud he pumps harder into you. A silent scream forms your lips to a perfect O when you climax around him.

Still moving slowly his thrusts become more erratic. Knowing he’s closing you move your legs around his body. Sliding deeper into you he groans before he spills his cum into you.

“Such a sight.” He whispers against your lips.

“I thought I lost you,” you whisper.

“I’m sorry…It was my responsibility. My fault. The darkness. I wanted to protect you and our babies.”

“I know. Just never leave me behind. I can’t be without you.”

“I won’t. Y/N, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know this isn’t the right place, but it is the right time. We are all back together. Even mom is back, and I wanted to ask you if you will give me the honor to become my wife.”

“Hmm…let me think about it.” You say.

“Oh…”

“Just a joke, Dean. Of course, I want to marry you. Nothing I want more. So the baby will have your name.”

“Baby?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m pregnant. You knocked me up again.”

“Awesome! Twins again?”

“No, Winchester. But it’s a little Winchester this time.”

“Huh? The girls are Winchesters too.”

“God, I mean it’s a boy. You know a Winchester.”

“A boy? I gotta tell Sam!” Gently pulling out of you Dean runs butt-naked into his brothers’ room.

Hearing Sam muttering at the sight of his naked brother you start giggling. A big grin on his face Dean comes back to your shared room.

“Why did you run out naked?”

“I had to tell Sam the good news!”

“Do you think the will come after us again?” You ask.

“I don’t care. I’ll kill them all! No one messes with my family!”

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[chicgeekgirl89]

Mali-Booty Call

A/N: This is very bad and I regret nothing and huge shoutout to @chrisodonline who provided what is probably the best title for a fic in the history of ever. Now read on for some post “Born to Run” bone jumping hilarity.

Deeks was right. It was going to be a problem. She’d mocked him and refused to agree with his declarations because that was their MO: he said something, she refuted it. It was adorable. A fun quirk of their relationship. Except right now, it was not so fun and she REALLY didn’t want to admit it.

She’d made it twenty-four hours. The first day back had been fine. They’d had a big case, Nell was missing, it was all a good distraction. But today things were a little slower. And Deeks was leaning over a table in ops, his cute, little butt just staring right at her face. A cute little butt that had spent a lot of time next to hers for the past few days. Their time in Malibu had been…great. There had been a lot of naked and then a lot of snacks and then a lot more naked and she couldn’t remember a better weekend in recent history.

All those memories flooded through her, sending a tingling feeling straight to her toes as Deeks shifted his weight, his butt moving back and forth in a sassy little wiggle.

Damn her husband and his well toned ass.

“Somebody has to go to the boat shed for interviews,” Callen said.

“Deeks and I will do it!” Kensi said quickly, trying to keep her voice level.

“Sam and I can—“

“Nope, we’ve got it,” she told him. “You guys stay here and keep digging into the wife’s background.”

They only made it downstairs before Kensi couldn’t stand it anymore. She grabbed Deeks’ s hand and pulled him into the burn room. “Kens, what the--?”

Her lips found his at the same time her fingers grabbed the hem of his shirt. He responded back immediately, his body pressing against hers, despite his obvious confusion. “Wait,” he gasped, “I thought you said—“

“Sometimes I’m wrong,” she said breathlessly. “Now shut up and take off your pants.”

They were halfway to his ankles, his hands tangled in her hair when the door opened. Kensi yelled and Deeks swore and Eric looked like he might throw up. “Oh, sorry!” he said. “I thought you were—never mind. Carry on!”

“What’s going on in there?” Nell’s voice was muffled by the closed door.

“Nothing! Just some…newlywed love,” Eric said.

“Are they doing it in there?”

“I don’t want to talk about it! Why does this keep happening to me?!”

Kensi squeezed her eyes shut. “Okay, it’s fine. It’s fine,” she said, reaching for the hem of her shirt.

“Uh, babe, as much as I love the illicit burn room sex, that was a little bit of a mood killer,” Deeks said.

She let her head fall against his chest. “Damn it!”

He kissed her hair and then began pulling up his pants. He grinned at her wickedly. “I’d say I was right about you wanting to jump my bones, but I won’t.”

“If you ever want it to happen again, you definitely won’t,” she growled.

They stepped into the interrogation room and Deeks settled next to her at the table. “So Frank,” Deeks said loudly. “Frank, Frank, Frank, Frank, Frank. What have you gotten yourself into?”

They’d just really started in on the guy when Kensi felt Deeks’ hand on her knee. He squeezed it gently and she had to work to keep a straight face above the table. “Tell me again why you were on State Street at four am?” Deeks asked.

His hand slid a little higher up her thigh and Kensi bit her tongue. Who was jumping whose bones now?

He leaned back and slowly continued his journey north, obviously waiting for her to flinch. But two could play at that game. Kensi kept her face stony and boldly put her own hand directly on his thigh. “You know we can see you,” Sam’s voice said dryly in both of their ears.

Both of them snatched their hands back. Kensi wanted to scream in frustration. Damn Deeks and his suggestions! It was his fault she was sitting here all  hot and bothered. And now they’d been caught out by a second member of the team. This was getting old fast.

She was incredibly put out by the time they finished the interview and even more so by the fact that for all his talk, Deeks seemed totally fine. He walked out of the room and chatted to the rest of the team in Ops via video feed as if he hadn’t just played a game of chicken with her in front of a suspect, although the rest of the team had some pretty serious smirk going on, clearly pleased at having something to hold over their heads.

“You all right there baby?” Deeks asked as they got into the car.

“Yep. Great. Perfect,” Kensi said stiffly as she pulled onto the road.

“You sure? Because you look a little…off.”

“I’m fine!” she snapped.

“Ooookay. That wedded bliss thing didn’t last long.”

“Well that’s all your fault buddy!” she said as she took a sharp right turn.

“My fault!”

“Yes! You were all ‘don’t jump my bones at work’ which hadn’t even crossed my mind until you said it and now I can’t stop thinking about it!”

“So that whole time just now sitting in interrogation…”

“You mean while you were practically sticking your hand up my metaphorical skirt? I was thinking about you naked. Yes. Are you happy? You win. I want to jump your bones right now.”

He was grinning from ear to ear and she refused to look at him. “I had no idea you were in such dire straits.”

“This is not funny! I’m mad at you.”

“Pull over.”

“What?”

“Pull. The car. Over.”

She put on her blinker and pulled into an empty lot behind a large warehouse. “What?” she huffed once they were in park.“The backseat is wide open.”

“The backseat is wide open.”

She stared at him. “What?”

“You want to jump my bones on the clock? Now’s your chance.”

“What if someone sees us?”

“It’s getting dark.” He looked outside the window. “Nobody’s around. No chance of a teammate interrupting our fun.”

“You’re joking.”

“I never joke about car sex.” He thought for a second. “Okay, not true. But right now I have never been more serious about it.” She continued to stare at him and he shrugged. “I mean if you’d rather not—“

She grabbed his face and kissed him hard. It took a good bit of maneuvering to get into the back seat and both received an elbow or knee to the stomach at one point or another but finally Kensi was on top of him, pulling at his shirt for the second time that day. “Ouch,” she said as he shifted and accidentally kicked her.

 “Sorry,” he mumbled. “Okay. That’s better.”

Kensi was halfway out of her own shirt when there was a tap on the car window. “Holy--! Ow!” She hit her head on the ceiling.

“Detective Deeks? Agent Deeks?”

Deeks looked up at her. “Is that Hetty?”

 “I hate to interrupt but we have work to do.”

“What the hell is she doing here?” Kensi hissed, fumbling to re-button her blouse. “We’re in a freaking parking lot in the middle of downtown LA!”

“She’s always had some kind of timing,” Deeks said as she slid off his lap and allowed him to reach for the door handle.

Sure enough their recently returned boss was standing outside, her arms crossed in clear impatience. “I hate to interrupt your honeymoon phase, but we do have a case, do we not?”

“Hetty,” Deeks said. “Fancy meeting you here. We didn’t realize you were involved in this case.”

“Well I am still the Operations Manager of special projects. It’s my job to be involved. Now perhaps the two of you would like to follow me to your destination? We wouldn’t want you getting…lost again.” She gave them a look and turned away, clearly expecting them to follow.

After several very long hours at the crime scene during which Hetty disappeared almost immediately, Kensi and Deeks headed back to the mission only to find it deserted. “Well I’m glad we wasted all that time coming back here to report to…no one,” Kensi said grouchily.

They’d both been in a pretty foul mood since Hetty’s interruption, but Kensi was clearly taking it worse than her husband. Deeks shook his head. “What a crack team we have around here. Can’t solve the crime of the day but their timing and involvement in our sex life can’t be topped.”

“And apparently neither can we,” Kensi grumbled.

Deeks raised his eyebrows. “Did you just make a sex joke?”

She ignored him. “Let’s just go home.”

“Aw, it’ll be okay.” Deeks slung an arm around her shoulders as they walked toward the door. “I bet your husband will be up for trying to ‘top’ that second night in Malibu.”

“And now you’re the one making sex jokes.”

“I can’t help it. My wife is so hot and I haven’t had sex with her in like twelve whole hours.” He pinned her up against the wall of the hallway. “I’ve been wanting to jump her bones all day.”

His lips found hers in a teasing kiss that quickly turned into more. She pulled away and grabbed his hand, leading him into the locker room. Once inside she jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist, her mouth finding his once more. “Making this a literal bone jumping I see,” he teased as they broke apart so she could pull his shirt over his head.

“Well if we’re going to do it we should do it right,” she said with a grin.

“I like the way you think Kensi Deeks.”

She paused and a huge smile crossed her face. “I love hearing you say that.”

“I love saying it.”

“And I would love it if the two of you could keep your newlywedded bliss to the confines of your own home,” Callen said as he stepped out from behind a locker, shouldering his gym bag as he went. “Or at least clear the room before you start.”

“Oh come on!” Deeks cried.

“Don’t act like this is my fault. You’re the ones choosing to go at it like rabbits all over the mission.” Callen shouldered his gym bag. “You should have just taken the whole week off.”

“Yeah we’ll consider that for next time,” Kensi said through gritted teeth.

“Carry on!” Callen called over his shoulder as he walked out the door.

Kensi had let go and was now standing on the floor, her back pressed against the wall. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s just go pick up a pizza and call it a day.”

“Whoa, hey, we’re all alone in here right now. You’re just going to give up?”

“Are you telling me Eric’s a mood killer, but Callen’s not?”

He shrugged. “Make of that what you will. So? Ready to get down to business?”

“No.” She shook her head and walked toward the door. “Having sex at work has kind of lost its appeal.”

Deeks let the matter drop and they headed for home, stopping only to pick up pizza on the way. Once there Kensi mumbled something about wanting a shower before stomping into their bedroom and closing the door behind her. She let the frustrations of the day slide off her as she stood under the water. She half expected Deeks to make an appearance, but he was apparently enjoying the pizza too much to join her.

She was still a little moody as she wrapped a towel around herself and wandered into the bedroom. Her phone rang almost immediately. She frowned at the caller ID. “Deeks?” she asked as she picked up. “Why are you calling me from the living room?”

“Hey,” he said, his voice low. “What are you wearing?”

“Um… a towel,” she said.

“Ooh, that’s hot.”

 “Deeks, what are you doing?”

“Well since we didn’t get to bang it out at work, I thought I would try something else.”

“Which is?”

“A booty call.” He paused and she could tell he’d just thought of something he found hilarious. “A Mali-booty call. Crap! That’s what we should have called our weekend in Malibu!”

“Babe, if you’re trying to do something here, it’s not working.”

 “Oh, right. Okay.” He cleared his throat. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“Oh really?” She sat down on the bed, shaking her head at the smile on her face. He was so dumb and she loved it. “What specifically?”

“About how hot it was when you showed up at our wedding in only half your dress. And about where that dress ended up later that night.”

“Mmhmmm.” She leaned back against the pillows. “It was a pretty good night.”

“It was indeed. And the weekend after was pretty good too. All that time in the hot tub…the shower…that one night on the beach…”

“That night could definitely count as a Mali-booty call.”

“Listen, I know it’s late but…is it all right if I come over?”

“I don’t know. What do you plan to do when you get here?”

His answer had her reaching for the door handle and pulling him into the bedroom as fast as she could. It turned out a late night booty call was even more fun than burn room sex.

[ilovelukey]

Preparations

A/N: Here is a lil thing about getting ready for your wedding! I’m planning on doing a whole series with this, next chapter on the wedding and wedding night, and then maybe two little chapters on the honeymoon (next ones will be smuttyyyyyy) 

Warnings: Lingerie? Almost sex? Not really anything

Word count: 2.3k

These are the sets I was picturing:

(in white)

(All are from Agent Provocateur)         

        Ever since Luke had proposed, you felt like you were absolutely walking on cloud nine. Planning a wedding with him was an absolute dream. Everytime you approached him with a question- what flavor cake, your wedding colors, the venue- he gave you actual answers instead of just letting you decide, which was insanely helpful. Not to mention you had the same taste in most of these things. The wedding was scheduled in just a few days. Luke was flying his family from Sydney since most of his friends and your friends were in LA. With everything finally prepared, you and your bridesmaids were going out to pamper yourselves. The girls had offered to take you out for a spa day. Your bachelorette party had been a few nights ago and the hangover had been horrible and it honestly felt like you hadn’t had a full night of sleep since then with all the stress and last minute planning so this was exactly you needed. 

       You had just left the Ritz- Carlton spa, your nails were freshly done, you’d gotten a face mask, massage, and a body scrub and you had never felt more refreshed. 

“Where are we going now?” You asked as you realized you weren’t heading back towards any of your houses. 

“This next surprise is actually from Luke.” Crystal winked at you and kept driving. 

        Finally you pulled up and parked in front of a big black building with pink writing “Agent Provocateur”. Crystal, KayKay, and your four best friends from high school got out of the car, pulling you along behind them.

“What’s going on?” you laugh as they drag you into the store. Black leather lines the walls, crystal whips, gorgeous lingerie, all stacked up on every side. A cute little sales associate in a pink uniform walks up to the seven of you and asked in a chipper voice “Hi! How can I help you?” 

“Hi, we have an appointment under Hemmings.” KayKay answered for you.

“Great!” The brunette sales associate answered “you guys are booked for the Bridal Service?” 

“Yes.” 

“Alright, follow me, please.” 

       You followed the girl back into the store to a private room with pink walls and long curtains flowing to the ground for the changing rooms. Vases filled with flowers decorated the table tops. The sales associate brought a tray with seven flutes of pink champagne, each of you grabbed one and thanked her.

“My name is Kelly, I’ll be helping you ladies out today. Now, which of you is the bride-to-be?” 

The girls pushed you forward,

“Me!” you laughed “I’m y/n.” you stuck your hand out and she shook it. 

“Well, congratulations. Have you been to our store before?” You shake your head no. “No worries!” Kelly smiled, “So we normally recommend that our clients forget any notion they had of what they want because we have all sorts of styles and fits and we encourage you to try them all on. I’ll take your measurements and then I’ll grab a few things for you to try out.” You let her wrap the measuring tape around you, marking down each number in her head. 

“Great, I’ll be right back.” 

        You and the girls sit down on the plush pink couch and matching chairs, sipping your champagne.

“So…” Crystal smirked “Luke has some instructions for you.”

“Oh god,” you laughed and took another sip of champagne.

“He wants you to get something for the night of the wedding, and at least two things for the honeymoon.” The girls all laughed.

“Jesus, Crys, isn’t this store, like, really expensive? I can’t afford this.” Crystal put her hand on your knee, shaking her head. 

“Girl… you should know Luke well enough to know that he has already paid for it.” You groaned and put your face in your hand.

“That little shit.” You mumbled, jokingly, but the girls could see the way your cheeks turned bright red at the information. They knew that he loved you more than anything and you felt the same way about him. The boys always made fun of Luke, telling him he was pussy whipped, but whenever they did, he just smiled at you and winked, knowing you were just as whipped for him. 

        Kelly walked back in, her arms carrying at least a dozen hangers with all different shades of white, cream, and beige. Some bras covered in lace, others bedazzled, satin, cotton, all overlapping each other. You and all the girls gasped at the beautiful fabrics in front of you. Kelly started hanging them up on the rack by you.

“So we have a few different styles for the bridal lingerie here. Go ahead and try those on. I understand that our groom-to-be also wants some options for the honeymoon so I’ll grab those and be right back.” She winked and walked out. 

“Damn, girl. These are gorgeous.” Your maid of honor, Emma said. 

“Try this one!” KayKay gasped, holding up a pink and black set, with a matching garter belt. 

“Wow. That’s stunning.” You touched the soft satin material. You took the hanger and closed the curtain behind you, stripping off your own clothes and underwear and putting the new set on. The fabric was soft against your skin as you pulled the curtain back, showing it off to your friends, who all immediately hooted and whistled. You did a little turn for them and posed, jokingly, laughing. You repeated the process with the next set, and Kelly walks back in with more beautiful sets hanging over her arms, this time in bright colors. She placed them on the hangers and looked at the white set you were currently in. 

“That’s beautiful on you.” She said. You looked in the mirror at the white lace bra, with little ties crossing the front. A matching waist trainer made your waist look even smaller, and matching white lace panties pulled the look together. You had to admit, you did look really good. You had been hoping for a white set, in the spirit of being somewhat traditional. 

“Wow…” the girls all sighed. 

“Y/n, you look fucking hot.” Emma laughed. You had to admit that you really did look hot. 

“I really like this one.” You said, still admiring yourself in the mirror. You weren’t normally one to stare at yourself like this, but you felt really good in this. You’d been working hard to lose a little bit of weight and get in shape for the wedding and you were proud of how well you’d done. 

“I… think this is the one.” The girls all cheered at your revelation and you smiled at Kelly.

“Perfect! You look great. I brought you some stuff to try on for the honeymoon too. Oh! And we have this gorgeous robe that goes with the set you just picked out.”  Kelly left the room to grab the robe she mentioned, and you took one last look at yourself before turning to go back into the dressing area, closing the curtain, and trying on some sets for the honeymoon. 

        You tried on a whole bunch of other looks. Finally, you found two you adored. One red set with a bralette with straps across the front, all in lace. It had a matching garter belt with little frills on the end and you knew it would look perfect with a pair of black heels you had at home. The other set you decided on was a bright pink corset made out of a satin material with lace on the top of the cups of the bra. 

        You checked out with the three sets and a robe and you and the girls headed out. They dropped you off at home and it was already dark outside. When you walked into you and Luke’s house, you were greeted by Petunia, happily trotting over and licking at you. You put your shopping bags down and got on your knees to give her a hug and a few kisses. You heard some louder footsteps heading towards you and looked up to see your handsome man, his hair pulled back and he was wearing sweatpants and a t shirt. You immediately got up (much to Petunia’s disappointment) and ran over to Luke, jumping in his arms.

“Luke, you shouldn’t have.” He chuckled and squeezed you tight, lifting you off the ground. You wrapped your legs around his hips and gave him a big kiss. 

“If we’re being honest, it’s more of a gift for me, isn’t it, love?” He placed you down. “Now show me what you got.” He patted your butt as you walked over and picked up the bag, filled with three pink and black boxes, each wrapped up with a bow.

“Hmm you’ll just have to wait until our wedding.” You grinned, slyly. 

“Not fair.”

“It’s very fair!” You argued back, hitting his chest lightly. You walked back and threw your arms around him once again, and he leaned down and kissed your nose.

“Gonna be my wife, baby. I can’t fucking wait.” 

“Mmm. Mrs. y/n Hemmings. It sounds good, doesn’t it?”

“It sounds pretty damn perfect.” He grabbed you by your waist and threw you over his shoulder in a fireman carry, while you laughed and kicked your legs and hit his back in protest.

“Luke!” but you could barely get his name out, you were laughing so hard. He carried you up to your room, placed the lingerie boxes in the special “wedding closet” you two had, which was nearly overflowing with all of your stuff for the special night. He threw you on the bed and your face was hurting, you were smiling and laughing so hard. He came back and threw his body over yours, making you laugh more at how heavy he was.

“Lu…” you laughed, “You’re crushing me!” 

“You calling me fat?” He poked at you.

“No, but you’re a fucking giant.” You squealed at him, still only partially able to breathe through the laughter and his weight smushing your much smaller body. He giggled and held his body up on his elbows. 

“You’re just tiny.” He said and kissed your neck.

“I’m normal sized! You’re like… Hagrid.” 

“Okay no sex tonight.” He said as you kept laughing, trying to pull him back to you as he moved his body away from you, jokingly turning his back to you. 

“Noooo, Lu!” You whined and laughed, sitting up and grabbing the back of his shirt. You pulled the fabric towards you and finally he turned around and jumped back on the bed, right next to you. 

“Only if you take it back.” He smirked and crossed his arms. 

“Fine!” You sighed, “I take it back!” You pouted at him, trying to hold back a smile. Luke laughed and went back to kissing you, each kiss making you laugh, because it tickled a little bit with his scruff. 

“...Paul Bunyan.” You whispered.

“What did you just call me?” He furrowed his brows at you.

“Paul Bunyan! He’s a famous giant.” 

“Okay, that’s it.” And his hands were on your stomach, tickling you. Luke knew all of your most ticklish spots, and hit them all perfectly. He did this until you couldn’t breathe and were begging him to stop.

“Luke! I give up! You win!” You shouted. 

“I don’t believe you.” He looked at you suspiciously, barely taking his hands away, just in case. You just smirked at him, and he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Clifford.” You whispered. He immediately brought his fingers back to your sides, picking right back up where he left off. 

“Clifford? If anything, Ash is Clifford right now. Or is Michael Clifford?” 

“You can all be Clifford!” You yelled, in between laughs. He smiled down at you, his hands finally easing up once he could tell that you couldn’t physically take anymore without running out of oxygen or peeing yourself. He brought his hand up to your cheek, stroking it. His lips lowered down to yours, pressing a sweet kiss on yours. You hummed against him as his hand went down to your neck. 

“Such a naughty girl, huh?” He smirked at you, cocking his eyebrow. You just nodded in response. 

“Gonna have to teach you to be good when you’re my wife.” 

“You could teach me now.” You dared him in a light, raspy whisper.

“I dunno, baby girl. Think you should ponder on your actions.” He chuckled as your mouth dropped open in fake shock. 

“I really didn’t do anything wrong, Hemmings.” You pouted. He just smiled at you lazily, his eyes half lidded. He studied your face, just for the sake of doing so, because he loved to look at you. 

“Y’know, soon I’ll be calling you Hemmings too.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to your nose before rolling over back next to you, pulling you into his arms.

“That’s very true.” You turned to him, propping yourself up on an elbow. He was still looking at you dreamily. 

“Don’t you fall asleep on me.” You warned him, but it was no use. He just chuckled at you.

“Had a long day. Had to meet the boys so early to work on… stuff.” 

“Yeah,” you recalled “I forgot to ask, where were you this morning? When I woke up you weren’t here. And I got up at like… eight.” 

“Hm. That’s for me to know and you to find out.” He stated matter of factly. You laughed at him.

“Well, I need to shower, love. If you’re asleep when I’m back… then good night. I love you.” You kissed his forehead and got up.

“Love you. My future wife.” You heard him mumble and you smiled to yourself as you closed the bathroom door and got in the shower. You smiled to yourself as you were drying off, and getting ready for bed. You were probably even smiling to yourself as you were sleeping in bed, curled up next to your own little giant. Your future husband.

[crazy-little-cool-cat]

Hand in Glove - Chapter 4 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: Hello everyone! Wow! Thanks for loving my fic?!?! I'm still baffled. I'd like to thank Kate, Julia, Laura and anyone else who had to put up with my endless nagging and requests for proofreads and feedback. The rest of you - y'all better enjoy this one!!! This part has no flashbacks because why live in the past when the present is so fucking awesome right?

Word Count: ~2.5K

Warnings: Chaotic Joe, slight smut (I know, right?), insane fluff, swearing (of course), drinking (obviously).

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

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"Then don't."

Annabelle dropped her backpack to the floor in the middle of Ben’s living room and took exactly three steps forward before her body collided with his, their arms wrapping around each other as their lips crashed in a heated kiss.

“Um, I -”

“It’s fine,” his voice was almost a whisper, “I still don’t have any condoms.”

Lifting her chin with the palm of his hand, he hungrily kissed Annabelle and felt her stand up on the tips of her toes as she tried to deepen the kiss even more. Ben started to stumble backwards, leading them back into the bedroom, grabbing the hem of her deep purple sweater and pulling it up. They broke the kiss so Ben could pull her sweater over her head and chuck it aside and quickly rid himself of his own jumper.

“Oh, shit,” Annabelle giggled when she took in Ben’s black wife-beater and her black tank top, “we match.”

“You know what they say,” Ben’s breath was warm against her ear as he reached for the hem of her top, “great minds think alike.”

Annabelle wrapped her arms around his neck and practically jumped into his waiting arms, laughing as he dropped her on the bed and plopped down over her, catching himself on his arms right before he crushed her under him.

“You are so fucking amazing,” he purred as he nuzzled his way down her neck, leaving soft kisses on the mounds of her breasts, “how are you so fucking amazing?”

“I, uh,” her fingers were grasping at his short, blond locks, right as his hand rubbed her clothed crotch, making her gasp, “hm?”

“Tell me when to stop?” his green eyes bore into her own.

###

“You’re awfully quiet this morning,” Ben flicked his blinkers up, one hand chasing the other on the steering wheel as he took a turn around a street corner, “penny for your thoughts?”

“I just can’t get over how good this feels,” Annabelle sighed and smiled when Ben put his hand on her thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze, “and you really didn’t have to drive me to work.”

“I wanted to,” he shrugged.

“Ben, my car is still parked outside your building,” she interlaced her fingers with his, “it makes no sense.”

“It makes perfect sense,” he glanced at her and then back at the road, “Jamie will drive you and Clara to the pub to meet us, and then you’re coming home with me.”

“Am I?” she chuckled, “very bold of you to assume I’d agree.”

“After last night?” he winked at her, making her blush, “I have a feeling you’ll come back for more,” he giggled, poking his tongue out, “we still have some unfinished business to take care of.”

“Always so cocky…” Annabelle mumbled and bit her bottom lip.

“You bring out the best in me,” he shrugged and smirked, “what can I say?”

“Sometimes you can just shut up and look pretty, you know,” Annabelle said as she gazed out of the passenger’s side window, earning a tighter squeeze on her thigh from Ben, “ow!”

###

“Okay, okay,” Rami placed his drink on the table at the pub and looked at Annabelle as she squirmed to fight off Gwil’s pokes at her ribs, “Annie, you’re the last one left - marry, fuck, kill. Go.”

The table went mildly silent as Annie gulped the drink she had in her mouth and bit the inside of her cheek as she pondered the question.

“Kill Jamie,” she said and Gwil threw his fists in the air mouthing yes, clearly pleased she didn’t pick him by default for being her cousin, “marry Ben,” she continued, “fuck Joe.”

“Oh, yeah?” Joe flashed a sly smile from his place right across the table from her.

“What?!” Ben’s head snapped to the side to look at Annie, almost spilling his drink.

“Interesting!” Rami leaned back, shooting a confused look at Annie and Ben who sat next to each other.

“Fuck Joe?” Ben slammed his glass on the table, “are you joking?”

“Are we all going to ignore the fact that she’ll kill me in a heartbeat?” Jamie’s eyes were wide, “Me? Her one true love? Her royal husband? Why? Why, Annie?”

“So, wait, are we talking a hump and dump situation or a reoccurring event here?” Joe leaned forward.

“Anyone wants another drink?” Gwil pointed randomly with both hands at Lucy, Clara, Jamie and Rami, “no?”

“Yes, please!” Ben seethed, “what do you mean, you really want to fuck Joe?”

“Ben,” Annie cupped his cheek in her hand, “it’s just a stupid game.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” both Ben and Joe said at the same time.

“It means nothing!” she looked from Ben to Joe, “it’s a game!”

“So you don’t want to fuck me?” Joe pouted.

“Does it really matter?” Annie laughed nervously.

“Oh, oh wow,” Rami looked at the three as the realization hit him like a ton of bricks, “Annie wants to fuck Joe!”

“Well, can you blame her?!” Joe smirked.

“It was a game!”

“I need a bloody smoke,” Ben’s knee was bouncing up and down under the table as he chewed on his fingernails before he got up abruptly, patting his pockets.

“Me too, actually,” Jamie said and got up, following Ben outside.

###

“Fuck!” Jamie growled at his lighter that wouldn’t do its’ one job, “Ben, got a light?”

“Yeah,” Ben exhaled a cloud of smoke and fished his lighter out of his pocket and threw it to Jamie, who caught it with one hand, lit his cigarette and threw it back to Ben.

They stood in awkward silence for a couple of minutes, Ben rubbing his thumb just above his eyebrows with the hand that held the cigarette between his fingers, looking down at the sidewalk outside of the pub.

“You alright?” Jamie broke the silence, kicking at a rock.

“Yeah, yeah,” Ben shook his head as if to shake a thought out of his mind, “I’m fine.”

“Yeah, you’re fuming,” Jamie chuckled, “Annie’s choices got you riled up?”

“I’m not going to talk about this with you,” Ben said as he looked the other way from where Jamie was standing, “but thanks anyway.”

“What the fuck, man?” Jamie asked, and Ben looked at him and shrugged, “what’s your problem?”

“My problem?”

“You clearly have one,” Jamie nodded, “what is it?”

“Nothing, I’m sure you’re great,” Ben shrugged.

“Bullocks,” Jamie rolled his eyes, “you’re bothered because I dated her?”

“I really don’t care.”

“So, yeah,” Jamie took a long drag, “I’m not after her anymore, mate.”

“Good for you.”

“I’m serious. I love her, she’s one of my closest friends,” Jamie flicked the butt of his cigarette to get rid of some access ash, “but that’s that. We were horrible as a couple, we made each other miserable.”

“Sorry to hear that,” Ben replied monotonously.

“You make her happy,” Jamie shrugged, his words catching Ben’s attention, “and it shows.”

“Which is why she’s keen on fucking Joe?” Ben scoffed, “right.”

“What is the matter with you?” Jamie’s voice climbed in pitch, “seriously! It was a stupid game!”

“You don’t get it.”

“What? That she has great chemistry with your mate?” Jamie laughed, “yeah, I do. She has great chemistry with men. Deal with it.”

“I don’t care about the chemistry she has with men,” Ben sighed, “but there’s clearly something there. I’m not blind.”

“No, you’re not blind,” Jamie nodded slowly, pursing his lips, “but you are stupid.”

“Fuck off.”

“If she wanted Joe, she would have had him by now.”

“I know.”

“Did she?”

“No.”

“Then get the fuck over yourself and tell her exactly what you fucking want your relationship with her to be,” Jamie said, “there’s nothing Annabelle loves more than blurred lines.”

“What are you on about?”

“Ben, listen to me,” Jamie put both of his hands on Ben’s shoulders, “Annabelle loves blurred lines. It’s her comfort zone,” he huffed at Ben’s confused face, “it keeps her from getting hurt and lets her fuck around with anyone without hurting them because there were never any rules to the game.”

“Still not following you,” Ben furrowed his brows, “but okay?”

“She’s petrified of relationships for a damn good reason,” Jamie continued, “she might tell you what it is someday. But you’re different,” he poked a finger at Ben’s chest. “She might be a bitch, but the bitch cares about you more than any one of us would like to admit.”

“Well -”

“Shut up and listen,” Jamie cut him off, “you want her, yeah?” Ben nodded silently, “then you’d better tame that fucking beast, and you’d better do it fast.”

###

Ben and Jamie returned to the pub, unharmed, laughing at a shared joke between them. The entire group of friends fell silent at the drastic change in dynamics between the two.“What, you’re friends now?” Annabelle scoffed.

“Oh, Annie,” Jamie’s tone was teasing, “are you jealous?”

“I don’t like this,” Annie said with furrowed brows, looking at Gwilym as if he had any control over anything, “make it stop.”

“They’re big boys, Banana,” Gwil shrugged, “if they want to be friends now, they can be friends now.”

Ben and Joe sat on either side of Annabelle, causing everyone to take careful glances at the explosive trio. While Annie and Joe were deep in conversation, Ben kept using his body language to send one clear message across. Whether he leaned closer to her, put a hand on her thigh, wrapped an arm around the back of her seat or mindlessly twirled a lock of her hair around his finger, everyone seemed to pick up on the message quite easily.

Annabelle, however, wasn’t happy with this new change in dynamics and was adamant to get a rise out of Ben. Turning her back slightly to him, she focused most of her attention on Joe.

“I’d have you know,” Joe was starting to slur his words, “I’m a terrific dancer!”

“It’s true, actually,” Gwil nodded.

“He does have some sick moves,” Rami confirmed, making Joe bow his head in appreciation for the compliment.

“I won’t believe it till I see it,” Annie shrugged.

“You want me to show you?” Joe started to get up but was quickly pulled to sit back down by Jamie, “what, the girl needs proof!”

“Read the room, man!” Jamie laughed.

“The queen of England asked me to dance!”

“She’s not the queen just yet,” Jamie patted Joe’s head, “you’re good.”

“But -”

“No, Joe!” the entire group said in unison, causing Joe to pout like a petulant child.

“I promise,” Annie squeezed Joe’s shoulder to get his attention focused on her, “we will dance. I promise.”

###

“Ben, Ben,” Annie panted as his lips travelled down her jawline. His hands worked their way up her sides, pressing her body against the wall outside of his flat. “Can we take this inside now?”

“But I’m having so much fun,” Ben whined, a smug smirk on his face before her took her bottom lip between his teeth, nipping it gently.

“What’s gotten into you?” Annabelle’s eyes shot from his lips to his eyes, her breath catching a little when she saw hunger flash in them, “what did Jamie say to you out there?”

“Well, that did it,” Ben huffed and released her body, turning the key in the lock.

“Seriously,” Annie prodded on as they entered the flat, trying not to fall face-first to the floor as Frankie ran circles around their feet, “what did you two talk about? You were literally fuming and then you come back and -”

“Why are you so worried about what Jamie and I talked about?” he crouched down to hook Frankie’s leash to her collar and reached around Annie’s body to give her bum a light squeeze, “we’ll be back in a minute.”

With that, Ben and Frankie went out the door and off for a late-night walk, so Ben and Annie could sleep in. Annie crossed her arms and huffed at the closed door before she took off her red Converse low-tops. Muttering profanities to herself, she went to the kitchen to get a drink when her phone vibrated.

‘Is Ben giving you shit for wanting to fuck me, still?’ Joe was never one to beat around the bush.

'I honestly have no idea.' Annie replied, ‘did he say something to you?’

‘No.’

‘Did Jamie tell you all what he and Ben talked about?’

‘We didn’t ask.’

‘Seriously, Joe! The one night I need you to be a relentless gossip! You had one job!’

When no reply came, Annie placed her phone on the kitchen counter and turned to lean back on it, crossing a leg in front of the other. She sipped her water slowly and straightened up a little when she heard the front door open and close and the scratching of Frankie’s feet on the floor.

“I don’t like this new friendship you and Jamie have.” Annie announced when Ben walked into the kitchen and took the glass of water she placed on the counter for him.

“We’re not friends.”

“Then what the fuck happened tonight? One minute you hate his guts,” Annie’s voice rose in pitch, “the next you’re having a smoke together and no one comes back with a black eye?”

“He’s not all bad,” Ben shrugged, “and if anyone would have gotten a black eye tonight, it would have been Joe.”

“You’d never hit Joe.”

“Mentally, I would.”

“That makes no sense at all,” Annie chuckled.

“Neither do you,” Ben took her glass from her hand and placed it in the sink, “we’re good like that.”

“That, we are,” Annabelle murmured and smiled up at Ben as he trapped her against the counter, his arms on either side of her, “yes?”

“Hello.”

“Hi,” Annie giggled and leaned back when Ben leaned down to kiss her.

“Really?” Ben sighed and grabbed Annie’s cheeks with one hand, forcing her to face him and pressed a kiss to her lips.

###

“Please -”

“I have condoms,” Ben seemed to read Annabelle’s mind, “I told you, we had unfinished business to handle.”

“Oh, thank God,” Annabelle breathed, her chest heaving up and down as Ben’s lips covered every inch of her torso with wet kisses and gentle bites, “can you…?”

“Not yet,” his big, warm hands kneaded her breasts, “your tits are so big,” he murmured against her skin, “how can someone so small have such big tits?”

“Genetics?” Annabelle squeaked as Ben rolled her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.

Ben sat back on his heels and parted Annabelle’s legs, a wide smile creeping up when he saw she had a wet spot on her lilac panties. Biting his lip, he reached down and placed his palm flat on top of it, rubbing her gently. The friction from the fabric and his hand made Annabelle buck into his palm, a deep flush rising on her cheeks.

“You’d better go get those condoms now, Ben.”

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