#so she wants to be able to get home to them as fast as she can

[rafeslvbug]

introducing…pediatrician!rafe

back to basics!! (physical)

height: 6”3 at minimum, the type of height where he can be assertive if needed with other doctors, or appear gentle to patients if he kneels down. some of the boys he has as patients, always say they aspire to be like “doctor cameron” and the dads are always envious of his height, as men are.

age: early 30s. had to do years of training && education. considerably young in his respective field, but widely praised for his efficiency and ability.

build: works out daily. believes in keeping peak physical fitness to take care of his patients. scrubs fir too tightly over his muscles. could be prone to ripping. mothers often find themselves staring a bit too long at their kid’s doctor.

looks!! (specific)

arms: consistent with any !rafe au, he’s got massive arms. but this is because

- a: to carry patients if need be (though he works with children) - you never know when emergencies might come up,

- b: he finds that having bigger arms is more comforting for little children when he has to hold them

- c: has to handle hospital equipment that might be heavy, and he’s a gentleman so he’s always helping people carry equipment if he’s not busy.

pager && watch: his pager is forever on him, not that he has no life outside of work, just that he cares so much about his patients. he won’t hesitate to cancel a day off for the sake of his patients. his watch is of course because of how much rafe is invested in his fitness and health. needs it to track his workouts and steps etc. or he also likes how convenient it is, to access emails or messages etc.

personality

patient: eternally patient. during arguments. meltdowns. when the baby’s been crying all night. all calm words and gentle movements. never yells. controls his anger and doesn’t make huge outbursts. even when stressed (unless it reaches an extremely bad point - this is rare)

multi-tasking: can put the baby to sleep in one arm and type up an article/report with the other hand while in bed. listens to research podcasts while cooking dinner so he doesn’t have to find time to do it later. efficiency is key. his job is already time consuming, and he wants to make sure he has as much free time as possible.

attentive: rafe’s busy. he’s always working overtime or being called away because of an unexpected patient issue. but when he’s at home with you? his pager isn’t off..but it’s not on his person all the time. he’s able to maintain work-life balance and he’ll listen to everything you have to say about your day. he loves your daughter to bits, and frequently says she’s his, always checking up on her and making sure she’s healthy (as doctors habitually do)

job

specialist position: neonatologist - someone who mainly looks after premature babies’ development and intensive care for infants.

salary: $350,000+ (excluding bonuses and potential to increase)

reputation: young, but well respected. considered one of the best in his field in the hospital. always gets compliments from patients, and dedicated to his work.

likes

stress-free days without overtime. he lives for any ounce of free time, no matter how satisfied his job makes him. likes to be home, likes having time go on hikes or play with your baby.

getting called your baby’s father. he loves it when he gets to say he’s the dad, or when you call him the dad. even if he’s not biologically her dad, he’s the only one who’s been present. adopts her relatively quick.

picking your daughter up from daycare. loves the way her face lights up when she sees him, how she’ll run as fast as her little legs can take her and getting to scoop her up into the car.

when you come to him for help. whether it’s with your daughter or anything tbf. he loves helping, loves being the person you rely on.

dislikes

when you go to a different doctor for help with your daughter. if anything starts arguments it’s that. he wants to be the one to look after her, because it’s all he’s done since she was born. he thinks of himself as her father, and wants you to too. a father looks after his daughter.

patients who bring in their children for dumb reasons. a common cold? wasting his time because they act like they’ve never had a cold before. children in his care are in critical condition, not basic colds, and these people are usually insufferable because they force themselves to the top of his list of priorities.

your ex. never even met him, never even seen him. hates him. loves that he left in a way, because it means he could be in your life, but hates the man for what he put you through.

pet names

he gives you: baby, sweetheart, babygirl, honey, busy lady

you give him: doc, handsome, honey, baby, darling

what he’ll call your daughter: sweetie, pumpkin, little lady,

[itzpookiepooh]

Heyi love your writings! I have request feel free to ignore it if you want to .

Can you write the lads boys reaction to the reader having a contagious virus or infection where she can't touch anyone or have any normal encounter?

I fear it’s in my bones to make this funny somehow

CHEESE TOUCH

Rafayel is dripped down in medical gear. I’m talking suit, hair cap, gloves, the works. Coming home from the doctor’s office was insane enough. He made you sit in the backseat while he had a mask on and zoomed home. Now you were in the guest bedroom while he hands you stuff with a grabby stick.

“Just grab it please.” He mumbled sweetly. Honestly you wanted to laugh.

“I’m trying.” You tell him as you laugh which leads you to cough. He flinches at the sound almost dropping the stick holding the bag filled with hydration.

“I’m trying to be supportive but I’m so scared.” He whispered to himself as his hands tremble. You almost lost it because the situation may be serious but this was too good.

“Is the God of the sea scared of me?” You tease with a hoarse voice. He immediately denies what you said.

“I’m scared of you getting worse!” He corrected you as you grab the bag. You thought of something that would make this better.

“I forgot I coughed on the light switch on the way in here.” You joke making him yelp and spray with disinfectant. The door slams shut as he shouts he loves you and to get some rest through the door. You laugh until you cough which makes him pop back into the room to check on you.

He doesn’t let you leave the hospital let’s be realistic. He’s taking the best care of you while protecting himself from the virus too. You thought he was so sweet. You could kiss him if you weren’t so sick. He checked your IV regularly and unbeknownst to you he worked overtime to monitor you.

“How are you feeling today?” Zayne asks checking his clipboard. You groan trying to sit up.

“Sore but doing great.” You raise your thumb up. He shakes his head trying not to laugh at you.

“Not a good enough sign but getting somewhere.” He mumbles writing it down. You chuckle causing you to cough.

“It’ll take more than a measly cold to take me out.” You flex weakly before wincing and dropping them.

“You have a highly contagious virus.” He tells you through his medical gear as he stares at you blankly.

“Same thing.” You counter as he faces you completely.

“It isn’t.” He states firmly before going to get you a new I.V bag.

Sylus locked down the nearly the whole base. You were going to head home and quarantine there but Sylus refused for you to be alone during this time. Especially since you were barely able to stand on your own after the diagnosis. Really before because Sylus had to take you there…you’re very stubborn.

“A kiss would definitely make it better.” You groggily spoke as Sylus pressed a cold cloth to your forehead.

“Maybe so however, everyone else’s immune system is far weaker than mine.” He says softly with his usual smirk. You chuckle weakly before your head falls to the side.

“Tell them to step their game up.” You joke following a cough. He helps you sit up as you continue to cough.

“You seem to have time to joke about such a serious situation even with you being this weak.” He tells you as you shrug tiredly.

“Rest. You need it.” He mumbles laying you back down as your eyes slowly shut.

Xavier didn’t mind being stuck inside with you. So when he found out you were sick he took it upon himself to personally nurse you back to health. He made you tea and did his very best to nurse you back to health.

“I’ll cook you some dinner.” He said softly leaving the room. Your eyes widen in fear as you move too fast for your body.

“Xavier. Xavier!” You try to yell out to him but he couldn’t hear you. You slump half off the bed in defeat.

Xavier was humming throwing things into a big pot. He goes to turn around his eyes wide as you lean against the wall. He rushes over to you trying to hold you up.

“Why are you out of bed?” He panics his eyes big and worried.

“I’m not hungry.” You pant holding onto his forearms. He sighs in relief.

“It’s from a can I’m just adding seasoning.” You sigh in relief your body almost going limp. The only thing keeping you up is your will to live.

Xavier helps you to bed and strictly tells you not to move. The soup wasn’t half bad either.

He’s in and out of the room like a maid and a doctor. He cleans up your snot rags and hydration bottles every hour on the hour. He runs your bath and while you soak he quickly tries to change the sheets. He does all that while making sure you don’t drown.

“Nope. You need to take this or you’ll never get better.” He argues back to you holding a spoon with liquid medicine.

“It tastes disgusting! I don’t want it.” You whine turning away. Caleb huffs and gets up leaving the room.

He waited 2 hours before asking if you were thirsty to which you said yes. He brought you a drink and you chugged almost half before grimacing. You hold it away from you before looking at him.

“Ew Caleb!” You whine making him chuckle. “Told you to drink it.” He shrugs caressing your head.

These are coming out slower and slower 😭

[ladykailitha]

Spellbound Part 11

Hey, guys! Last week was a little on the slow side, so I hope it picks up this week as we have a lot of fun twists and turns coming in this one!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

In which the author finally pays off that offhand comment all the way back in part 3 about Bav coming to Steve's rescue.

~

Argyle transformed in an instant. His nudity was nothing to the fact that Steve had collapsed. He bent over his friend, checking his pulse.

“He’s alive but we need to get him to his house, now!” he growled.

Hopper tossed him his cloak. Argyle wrapped it around his waist, tightly knotting it at his hip. Then he picked Steve up in his arms.

“Let’s go,” he grunted.

“Are you sure you don’t need helping carrying him?” Wayne asked stepping forward.

Argyle shook his head. “I’m using some of my magic to heal him enough to make back to town and we need to be touching skin to skin.”

Eddie surged forward. “Where is Circe? Couldn’t she help?”

Gawain chittered his agreement.

“I’m not sure little friend,” Argyle said, cocking his head to the side. “Could you find her?”

It was Gawain’s turn to cock his head to side as he considered it. He nodded and then skipped out of Eddie’s hands.

“Let’s hurry back to town,” Billy said, heading the direction the ferret had gone. “The sooner we get Steve to Robin the better.”

Argyle snorted, but said nothing. Robin would help with her potions, no doubt. But it was Bav Steve needed.

They started to move slowly toward the town, Eddie loping nervously next to Argyle like he wanted to reach out and touch Steve.

“I don’t want to put a damper on things,” he muttered picking at the skin on his palm. “But the Carvers brought in a witch hunter. They think I’m the witch...” he grimaced. “Well I am, but I don’t think they mean to just kill me, if you know what I mean.” He glanced over at Steve.

“Shit,” Callahan cursed. “I knew Mayor Carver was crazy but not crazy enough to actually hire a witch hunter. Especially not when Steve does so much for the town. My wife would have died with our first born if it wasn’t for Steve being a witch.”

Hopper spat on the ground. “This is bad. Tell us everything you remember.”

Eddie did as they continued the march toward Steve’s salvation and his doom.

~

“I don’t like this plan, Ed,” Wayne muttered, just outside the town gate. “You could get seriously hurt.”

“I have to try,” Eddie murmured. “Steve could die if I don’t.”

Wayne closed his eyes, tears glittering on his eyelashes. “I don’t want you to die either. Please be careful.”

Eddie nodded, but before he could sneak through gate, Gawain appeared at his shoulder and a raven fluttered down on Steve’s arm, cawing mournfully.

“It’s bad, little friend,” Argyle said to Circe. “We need to get him to Bav, quickly.”

A gold mist poured out of Circe’s beak and into Steve.

Steve let out a little gasp and color returned to his cheeks. Argyle nodded to Eddie. Eddie nodded back and started his trek into the village square. It seemed that most of the populous was hiding in their homes, with only the Carvers’ cronies milling around the town like guards.

But as soon as Eddie got to his house, three of Jason’s friends popped out of the bushes around his door and seized him.

“Shit!” he cried as he struggled.

This was not how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to remove the glamour in the middle of town and make them chase him far enough away so that Steve could get to safety. But they were able to see him despite both Gawain and his magics feeding into it.

Whatever this was it was stronger than what a newly minted witch and his familiar could handle. Wayne was going to be so upset.

Witch Hunter Thomas came out of his house as Patrick and Andrew held him fast. He tapped his long leather gloves on palm.

“So the witch returns,” Witch Hunter Thomas snarled. “I knew you couldn’t leave things well enough alone.”

“I’m not a witch!” Eddie spat.

Witch Hunter Hagan pulled out a small amulet out of his sleeve and held it up. “You’ll pardon me if I don’t believe you. You see this little trinket allows me to see past the glamour of a witch and you popped into view the second you entered its realm of influence.”

Eddie shook his head. “Like everyone in town has told you Steve Harrington is the witch.”

Witch Hunter Hagan struck Eddie across the face with his glove. “Do not blaspheme! Steve Harrington is no more a witch than I am!”

Eddie looked up at him in shock. Wait, did this guy know Steve from before he came to this town?

“His own mother taught him witchcraft,” Eddie insisted. He knew that much at the very least.

He was struck with the gloves again. “You lie!”

Suddenly the air was filled with a desperate shriek and in their surprise Patrick and Andrew dropped him. He scrambled to get away but was forced to stop cold.

Steve’s house was rising out of the ground on yellow spindly legs, much like a spider’s.

“Oh my god!” Andrew screamed. “What is that?!”

“This house was a decoy!” Witch Hunter Hagan cried. “That is the witch’s house! Burn it! Burn it before it kills you all!”

Patrick quickly found a couple of sticks and lit them on fire, but by the time he was ready, the house had come completely out of the ground.

Andrew threw his torch at the house but it fell short of the mark, sailing into the wet churned up ground where the house once lay.

Patrick drew his sword and ran at one of the eight limbs sticking out of the foundation of the building.

Bav knocked him back as if he weighed nothing, but Patrick had gone crazy and kept trying to attack the house.

There was a wordless sound of rage and one of the front legs pierced Patrick’s body, pinning the now corpse to the ground.

Bav shook the body off her limb and then shrieked again.

Eddie did the smart thing and ran the other direction. His hope was that it would split them, half going after Bav and half going after him. But he didn’t count on the cowardice of weak men. They all scattered going different directions and he was forced to skid to a stop when he realized no one was following him.

“Eddie!” Dustin cried out, running out of his house, his friends and Robin hot on his heels. “Are you okay?”

“Uh...” he blinked at them for a moment as he tried to summarize the series of events as succinctly as possible.

“Will was found, I’m a witch, redcap is dead, but Steve used up all his magic to kill it, Bav is going on a rampage.”

“What?!” Max asked, eyes wide.

“Oh and Patrick McKinney is dead because he tried to attack Bav,” Eddie added with a grin.

“Tell us everything,” Robin bit out.

Eddie looked over his shoulder. “No time! I think Bav is mad at me and I really don’t want her to do to me like she did to Patrick.”

Suddenly there was another shriek.

“Oh good!” Eddie said with a high pitched giggle. “She found Steve!”

“How did she find Steve?” Lucas asked. “She’s a house. A mildly sentient house, but houses don’t move!”

Eddie blinked at him for a moment and then pointed the direction of the scream.

All heads turned toward the town gate and their jaws dropped when they spotted the house. One it was not where it was supposed be. Two it was fifteen feet in the air, perfectly balanced on eight spindly legs. And three it was clearly moving forward on said spindly legs.

“Oh,” Robin squeaked. “So that’s how Bav would come to Steve’s rescue. I think I understand why it had to be seen to be believed.”

Eddie turned back to look at the house and then back at Robin. “Today is quite the day for firsts.”

“We need to get to Steve and Bav fast!” she said and grabbed his hand. She took off running, dragging him with her.

The kids followed, fast on their heels.

“I’m telling you she’s not going to be happy with me!” Eddie protested as he struggled to stay on his feet.

“She can deal with it!” Robin hissed. “Steve needs you too!”

“You’re going to have to explain that one when we aren’t trying to save Steve!”

She looked back at him and grinned.

They arrived at the gate to see Bav gathering up Steve tenderly and placing him in her for safe keeping.

“Bav let us in!” Robin cried.

The resulting shriek was almost deafening.

“Eddie was trying to get them to let him go,” she replied. “And Steve is a witch. The witch as it were.”

The sound that followed was less than shriek and more like a wail.

“He wouldn’t hurt Steve, Bav,” Robin cooed. “You know he wouldn’t.”

The house settled down enough for Robin and Eddie to leap up on the stairs and into the house.

When they got through the door, they found Steve kneeling on the floor, sobbing.

“I’m going to make him a potion to replenish his magic faster!” she cried and ran for the kitchen.

“Curse this stupid town and this stupid hundred year bullshit!” Steve wailed. “I shouldn’t pass out just because I killed a fucking redcap!”

Eddie knelt in front of him. “You don’t need to be in this fight, Steve. I know a lot of us aren’t as trained as you, but Argyle says Jonathan is on the way. So we’ll have him and Argyle to help us. You rest!”

Steve looked up at him with tears in his eyes. “I’m a combat witch, Eddie. I’m built to protect those

I love. I can’t stand by and watch you get hurt.”

He got to his feet, staggering to the kitchen. Robin caught him before he hit his head on the sink as his legs failed him.

“And just what are you are going to do in that state?” Eddie cried. “You can’t even walk without help!”

“I’m going to craft a charm!” Steve snapped. “It doesn’t require much magic. It’ll be enough to keep you safe. Safe from the witch hunter, from the town if I have to.”

“Steve!” Robin hissed. “But your rule! He’ll never be able to come to the house again if you do that.”

Steve looked up at her, his eyes filled with tears. “He’ll be safe. He’ll be safe.”

Eddie walked over to Steve and Bav lurched, sending Steve into Eddie’s waiting arms.

There was a warm glow. Gold and Black, swirling and weaving around them both, until they were a single entity. A black and gold snake, tying them together.

“Oh!” Steve breathed, as he looked up into Eddie’s eyes. “You’re my other half. My true love.”

Eddie bent forward to kiss him and there was a loud crack and the sound of heavy chains hitting the floor.

Steve let out a shuddering breath as his body filled with magical power. A healthy glow kissed his skin and the bags under his eyes vanished. When the light vanished, he was standing there in his combat armor.

“Oh that’s new,” Robin said wide-eyed.

“Babe,” Eddie cooed. “You look even more magnificent than when you were fighting the redcap.”

“You should see yourself, love,” Steve murmured back. He stepped back and Bav created a mirror for Eddie to see himself.

He was dressed in dark purples and black. His pants, jacket, boots, hat were black with purple trim, his shirt and cloak was deep purple. The sleeves were billowy.

He looked like a witch in the traditional sense.

He snapped his fingers and standing in the mirror was Wayne.

He giggled and snapped his fingers again, this time he was Robin. He snapped his fingers again and Jason stared at him in the glass.

“You’re a glamour witch!” Robin cried as Eddie turned back to himself.

“Steve! Eddie!” Wayne called out. “We have trouble!”

~

Also Bav looks like a brown and green version of this: here.

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[morgana-larkin]

Here's the next chapter of Mine! Happy Pride Month to everyone! Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Summary: Amelia starts making friends

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21

Mine - Part 22

Warnings: Smut, Swearing

Words: 4.6K

“So Amelia is only here for the week and then 2 days a week after that?” The daycare person asks and Melissa nods. 

“She’s going into pre-k but it only starts next week and my wife is already looking after newborn twins and don’t want to add to that.” Melissa explains and they nod. “Also for Amelia, she’s been starting to show signs of ADHD, so I made a list of things that could help her.” Melissa tells them and hands over the paper.

“Alright, thank you.” They tell her and Melissa bends down and hugs Amelia. 

“I love you, Tesoro. I’ll pick you and your siblings up when I’m done with work.” Melissa tells her and Amelia nods.

“I love you too, Mamma.” Amelia tells her before she runs off and talks to her friends.

Melissa walks into the breakroom and sees everyone already there. She sits down next to Barb and sips her coffee from her mug before getting her phone out before she starts a conversation with Barb.

“So Caty was diagnosed with autism and Amelia with ADHD?” Barb asks and Melissa nods. 

“We both knew there was something and we were right.” 

“Well she’s your daughter, of course you’d know if something was different.” Barb says and Melissa nods.

3 hours later they’re all coming out of the gym with a list of things they have to teach this year. Melissa looks at the trio talking excitedly about their students this year and Melissa is looking at the second grade curriculum.

“So how is Y/n doing?” Barb asks.

“She’s good. A lot more rested when we started using the breast pump and I’m feeding them before bed and in the morning. Amelia was also happy when she was able to catch up with her after not seeing her for a little bit.” 

“That’s good, I remember her being upset about not being able to see Y/n.” Barb says and Melissa nods. 

At lunch, Melissa is showing off all the photos she took over the summer with the trio and Barb. Janine and Jacob keep making comments on every photo while Gregory just nods, and Barb keeps saying “aw” or “oh”. When she’s near the end of her photos she sees you’re FaceTime-ing her and she accepts it.

“Hey Amore.” She says and you see everyone there looking at you. “Alright photo show is over, go back to your seats.” Melissa says and they all obey. “I was just showing them all the photos, what’s up?” She asks and sees you holding one of the twins.

“Bella doesn't want to sleep, I was wondering if you could sing that lullaby they like.” You say and she smiles before she grabs her lunch and walks to her classroom. 

When she gets to her classroom she starts singing La Siminzina and by the end of it, Bella is fast asleep. Melissa smiles at seeing her daughter asleep in your arms and you breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you. I’ve fed her twice and hasn’t slept since you left.” You tell her. “I think she misses you.” 

“I know she caused you to get less sleep but I actually find it cute that she misses me.” Melissa says.

“How is it that I carry them, push them out and breastfeed them and yet over half of them end up preferring you?” 

“Cause I’m extremely lucky.” Melissa says. “Also technically these 2 you didn’t push out.” She adds and you glare at her. 

“Well I also stay home to take care of them.” You say.

“They do love you but I guess they must feel comfortable with me because I talked to them everyday that you were pregnant.” Melissa tells you.

“I know, and you helped a lot during all the pregnancies.” You say as you put Bella in her crib. “So how was it this morning?” You ask her.

“I met the substitute teacher that’s filling in for you until the Christmas break.” She says.

“Oh ya? What are they like?” You ask.

“He sat beside me and kept flirting with me.” She tells you, annoyance in her tone and you start laughing.

“I feel bad for him. He wants you and can’t have you.” You say and Melissa smiles. “I’m not surprised that you got flirted with. You’re perfect.” You say and she blushes.

About 2 hours later, Melissa was making her bulletin board when your substitute teacher came over.

“Need any help?” He asks her and she shakes her head as she holds the tape in her mouth. She sticks the paper on and then takes the tape roll out of her mouth. 

“I’m good, I’ve done this many times.” She tells him.

“It does look like you have experience, better than mine.” He says and she looks over at the one that he did. 

“Yours is pretty good.” She says and then she goes back in her classroom and he follows her. 

“So I was told that my students were in your class last year and was wondering if you got any tips for me about them?” He asks her and she looks up at him and he hands her the list. Melissa then goes to explain a few tips and tricks she learned last year and then gives the list back to him. “I was wondering, since we’ll be working close to each other, if maybe you wanted to hang out after work today?” He asks and she sighs as she realises he hasn’t figured out she’s not interested or married.

“I can’t as I have to go home to my wife and 5 kids.” She says and she sees him look down and sees her wedding ring. “The teacher you’re filling in for is my wife as she had twin girls over the summer.” She explains and she watches as he turns to embarrassment real quick.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He says and then almost runs out.

“Should have done that sooner.” She says to herself and turns to her whiteboard.

At the end of the day, she puts her purse in the van when the sub comes up to her and she sighs again.

“Just wanted to say I’m sorry again and I hope we’ll be able to work together over the next 4 months.” He tells her. 

“Just don’t flirt with me again as only my wife can do that without getting a bat to the head.” She says and he nods before he walks off. 

Melissa drives to the daycare and sees Amelia talking with another 4 year old girl. Melissa walks up to her and taps her on the shoulder. 

“Hi Tesoro.” Melissa says and Amelia nods.

“Hi Mamma! This is Paige.” Amelia tells her.

“Hi Paige. I’m Melissa, one of Amelia’s moms.” She introduces herself. 

“Paige also has 2 moms.” Amelia tells her and Melissa smiles just as one of Paige’s moms comes up to her. 

“This is one of my mommy’s. Mommy this is Amelia” Paige says and Melissa shakes her hand. 

“I’m Melissa.” 

“Beverly.” Beverly says. “I guess our daughters became friends. Maybe we can have Amelia over some time or Paige over at your house so they can hang out.” Beverly suggests.

“Ya, that sounds great. I’ll have to ask my wife though. She’s at home with 2 newborns right now.” Melissa tells her and Beverly nods. “Come on Amelia, we have to pick up your other siblings and get home.” 

“Alright. Bye Paige!” She exclaims and Paige waves at her. 

Melissa, Amelia and the twins get home and you’re nowhere to be found. Melissa then hears footsteps upstairs and sees you at the railing. 

“Hey Amore.” She tells you and you come downstairs. 

“Mommy, guess what?” Amelia says as the twins immediately go to their toys. 

“What?” You ask her.

“I made a friend, her name is Paige.” Amelia tells you and you smile.

“Oh, that’s great!” You say. 

“Ya, I met one of her mom’s today and she suggested a play date.” Melissa tells you.

“Oh, she has two moms as well?” You ask and Amelia nods.

“We were drawing our families today and saw her drawing 2 moms.” Amelia explains.

“Well if you want then we can arrange a playdate with her.” You tell her and Amelia nods with a smile.

At night, you lay between her legs and have your head on her chest and Melissa is giving you a shoulder rub. When she’s done, she gives your arms a couple of gentle rubs and places a kiss on the top of your head. 

“Rest up.” She says softly and you nod.

“I love you.” You say tiredly and she wraps her arms around you.

“I love you too, Amore.” She tells you.

On Friday afternoon, Melissa picks up her kids and confirms the play date for tomorrow with Amelia and Paige. Paige is coming over as Melissa doesn’t want to leave you alone with 4 kids to look after. Beverly confirmed that they’ll be there at noon tomorrow. 

“Excited about tomorrow, Tesoro?” Melissa asks as you all sit down at the dinner table. 

“Very excited!” Amelia exclaims before she takes a bite of dinner. “Paige and I have been playing together all week at daycare.” 

“Ya? What have you two been playing?” Melissa asks her, smiling at her daughter’s excitement. Amelia then talks all about her week with Paige with a big smile. 

In the evening, Melissa is humming to Bella as you feed Mia in the rocking chair. Melissa watches as you put Mia back in her crib and then she puts Bella back in her crib. 

“Goodnight my little loves.” Melissa says to both of them and then you head back to your room. 

When you get to the bedroom then you get a sudden urge to fuck Melissa. You grab her shirt and she yelps in surprise and then moans when you kiss her. Melissa attempts to take control but then you push her onto the bed and get on top of her. Melissa takes the hint and lets you touch her all over.

“Oh Y/n.” She moans out before you take her shirt off. You then wrap your mouth around a nipple and she arches her back and her clit rubs your thigh. “Oh my god.” She says and then you take her pj shorts off. “What are you planning to do?” She asks and you go to the nightstand with a smile. 

“Something I haven’t done to you in awhile.” You tell her and take the dildo out. She widens her eyes as you get on top of her. “Now spread your legs.” You command her and she obeys. You then circle her clit as you put lube on the dildo. You then go on your knees and get her to go on her knees. You grab her hips and then you insert the dildo inside of her. She gasps out and then you do a hard thrust and enter her fully. 

“Fuck.” She breathes out and you smile. You then start pumping inside her and she falls forward on her forearms. 

“Think you can take it?” You ask her and she whimpers. You then start going faster, pounding into her and she lets out a loud gasp. You take her shorts and put them in her mouth to silence her. You then have to start going harder and you can tell she’s close to an orgasm. You then both hear a knock on the door and you both look at it. 

“Mamma? Mommy?” You hear Amelia ask and Melissa takes the shorts out of her mouth. You keep going but you slow down. 

“What is it, Tesoro?” Melissa asks breathlessly. 

“I woke up from a weird noise.” Amelia says and Melissa has to cover her mouth to prevent a gasp. 

“It was just me and mommy, go back to bed, Tesoro.” Melissa says.

“Alright, Mamma.” Amelia tells her. 

You then start going faster and Melissa voluntarily puts her shorts back in her mouth. You keep pounding into her and hear her breathing gets deeper and deeper the closer she gets to an orgasm. 

“Are you close, my love?” You ask her and she nods. She then puts her head down and you see her clench her fists. She lets out a muffled gasp as she comes. You then keep going for a few more seconds until you come. You stop moving and lean on her as you catch her breath and she seems to be catching her breath as well and takes out the shorts.

“So what spurred this on? Not that I mind getting fucked really good by my wife.” She asks as you pull out of her and she lays down on her back. You take the dildo off and throw it on the ground and lay down beside her. 

“Just something that hit me and so I did it.” You tell her and she smiles. She then lets out a cough and looks at her nightstand to see an empty cup and she sighs.

“I need to drink but I don’t think I can move.” She complains and you get an idea.

“You know, my body does produce milk and I’m right here.” You tell her and she looks at you. “And it’s not like you haven’t done it before so you know what it’s like.” You add.

“Again, it was an accident as I forgot.” She says. “And also if I sucked on your nipple, then I’d just want to fuck you.” 

“Well I would never say no to that.” You tell her and she looks at you before she smiles. 

She then straddles your hips, still has to keep off your stomach as it’s still shrinking. She takes your pj top off of you and she looks at your body for a second. She then lowers herself to your nipples and puts one in her mouth. She glances at you before she does anything and you nod, confirming your consent. She then starts sucking, milk coming out of you and you moan out as she flicks her tongue, the way you like it best. 

She trails her hand down and puts it under your pj shorts and feels your entrance. She finds that you’re still wet from when you fucked her so she slips a finger in your entrance. Melissa then pulls away from your nipple and goes to the other one, not wanting to leave you lopsided. She puts the nipple in her mouth and starts sucking milk out of it. She looks up at your face and sees you enjoy it, how your eyes are squeezed shut and mouth open and she can’t get enough of the sight. At the moment she’s basically getting dinner and a show. You put your hands in her hair and squeeze it tight, knowing she doesn’t mind it. 

“Oh, I love you.” You say and she lets go of your nipple and kisses you. You taste some of the breast milk on her lips and she was right, it’s not bad. 

“I love you too, Amore.” She says before going back to kiss you. She feels you clench around her fingers and she goes harder and faster. You bite down on her lip to stop a moan from slipping out as you come.

The next day you’re feeding the twins when you hear the doorbell ring. When you’re finished you put them in their crib and then go downstairs. You see Amelia and Paige running downstairs and Melissa talking to two adults. 

“Amore, this is Beverly and Heather.” Melissa says and you go up to them. 

“Hi.” You tell them and shake hands with them. “I’m Y/n.” 

“I’m happy our daughter made friends with someone who also has 2 moms.” Beverly says. 

“Mommy.” You hear and see Caterina running up to you. You pick her up and she lays her head on your chest.

“This is Caterina.” You tell them and they smile. “Our son over there is Nico, and we have another pair of twins upstairs, newborns, named Bella and Mia.” 

“How do you manage to take care of 5 kids?” Heather asks you.

“We do it together, as a team.” Melissa says with a smile and wraps her arm around your waist. 

“Mommy!” Amelia says and you turn around. “This is Paige.” Amelia introduces to you and you bend down.

“Hi Paige, I’m Y/n, Amelia’s other mom.” You tell her. 

“Is it true that Amelia is leaving daycare?” Paige asks you.

“It is, she’s going to start pre-k on Monday but it’s just for 3 days a week.” You tell Paige and Melissa and Beverly nod.

“Let me show you my room.” Amelia says and Melissa opens the baby gates for them and follows after them. You go over to the couch and put Caty down and she stands up and peeks over the back of the couch. 

“Here, sweetheart.” You tell her and give her your phone and put on her favourite show.

Upstairs, Melissa is leaning on the doorway of Amelia’s room, with her arms crossed and smiling at her daughter and Paige.

“And this is the toy Mamma got me when Cat and Nico were born.” Amelia says as she shows Paige her toys. 

Both of Paige’s parents are talking to you downstairs as you watch Nico and Caty. Melissa is watching Amelia and Paige playing in her room. Melissa switched to sitting on the floor, leaning on the door and watching the playdate with a smile. 

A few hours later, Paige and her parents had to go and you watch as Amelia hugs Paige goodbye. You’re feeding Mia when you say goodbye and have a blanket covering yourself. 

A couple hours later Melissa and Amelia were in the kitchen when you hear the doorbell ring. You get up and open it to see that the kids fairy and LED lights have arrived and you smile as you pick it up. 

After dinner, you’re feeding Bella as you watch Melissa hang up the LED lights. You watch as she’s on a stool and sticking it to the wall near the ceiling. When she’s done she gets off the stool and looks at her work and smiles. 

“What do you think?” She asks and then you turn it on. 

“I like it.” You tell her. “We should see what Caty thinks of it.” You say and she nods before she goes downstairs. A few minutes later you’re putting Bella in her crib when you hear footsteps come up. You go out of the room and follow them into Caty’s room. 

“Alright Caty, so this light should be easier on your eyes and we want to know what you think.” Melissa tells Caty and Caty nods. 

Melissa then goes and turns on the light and Caty gasps in awe. You then watch as Caty chooses the colour that she wants for the room. Caty ends up choosing the light blue and you smile as Caty smiles at the light while holding Teddy. You then turn towards Amelia and Nico.

“So do you guys want lights like this as well?” You ask them and they nod. Melissa then goes and puts the lights up in Nico’s room and then in Amelia’s.

Melissa then flops down on your bed, tired from putting up all those lights and you smile. You then get on the bed, on your side, hold your head in one hand and look at her with a smile.

“What?” She asks and you thread your fingers through her hair with your free hand.

2 days later Melissa is carrying Amelia’s pink school bag that you both got her as she walks in to where she’ll be starting pre-K. Melissa then sees the classroom number that she was told to go to and she walks in with Amelia holding her hand. 

“Hello, and what’s your name?” A woman asks Amelia.

“I’m Amelia.” She says and the woman looks at her list.

“Amelia…Schemmenti. Yes I have you right here. Welcome to pre-k.” She tells her and Amelia looks around. Melissa then bends down and gently puts the school bag on Amelia.

“Now you have your lunch and your favourite toy in there.” Melissa tells her and Amelia nods. “If there’s any issues and you want to leave, then tell one of the adults. They’ll contact mommy and she’ll come and pick you up.” Melissa explains and Amelia nods.

“Ok Mamma.” Amelia says and then Melissa hugs her.

“I love you, Tesoro.” She says and Amelia hugs her back.

“I love you too, Mamma.” Amelia tells her.

“Now I’ll be picking you up first after work and then your other 2 siblings.” Melissa says and Amelia nods. “Have a good first day.” 

“Bye Mamma.” Amelia tells her and then Melissa waves to her and leaves.

A couple hours later Melissa is watching all her new students find their seats and she checks her phone. She sees she got a message from you half an hour ago and opens it up.

You: no calls from your little mini me or the t-twins. The other 2 are having fun seeing how much they can cry until I scream

Melissa looks at it and smiles, she always loves your updates. 

Melissa: T-twins?

You: Toddler twins

Melissa: Keep me updated and call your parents if you need a break from our daughters

She sends the message and then she looks up at her little eagles and smiles before she takes attendance. 

At the end of the day Melissa goes to pick Amelia up and sees she’s talking to a few other girls and she smiles. The teacher sees Melissa and goes up to her.

“Amelia is your daughter right?” She asks and Melissa nods.

“Is that a good thing? Did something happen?” Melissa asks her.

“Nothing happened. Amelia is actually a very smart girl and quite social. Does she have any siblings?” The teacher asks.

“Ya, 4 siblings. 2 of them are newborns though and Amelia is the oldest.” 

“Well that explains how she’s so social with the other kids. And are you teaching her stuff at home?” 

“Only what she asks us to learn. My wife and I aren’t used to having kids who want to learn before they have to. My wife and I are both elementary school teachers.” Melissa tells her.

“Well Amelia is lucky to have you both as parents.” She says and then goes to talk to other parents. Melissa goes up to Amelia and bends down.

“Hey Tesoro.” Melissa says and Amelia turns around and hugs Melissa.

“Mamma! Wait, is it the end of the day already?” She asks and Melissa nods.

“I take it you had fun?” Melissa asks and Amelia nods enthusiastically.

“This is Olivia and Evelyn.” Amelia says and Melissa smiles.

“Well it is very nice to meet you both. We gotta go pick up your siblings from daycare.” Melissa tells her and Amelia nods.

“Come look at what I get. They call it a cubby.” Amelia tells Melissa as she grabs Melissa’s hand and drags her over. “They come with 2 hooks so I can put my backpack on one and on the other one I can put my sweater or jacket when it gets colder.” Amelia says and then she grabs her bag.

“That is very cool. When we get home then you can tell me and mommy all about your day.” Melissa says and Amelia nods.

All of you were eating at the dinner table a couple hours later. You just fed the baby twins and the toddler twins are happily eating what Melissa and Amelia made. You and Melissa are listening as well as trying to keep up with Amelia as she’s talking a mile a minute.

“And then the teacher picked me to name all the colours and I was able to do that and she gave me a sticker! Then after that we got free time and I played with this dollhouse with Olivia and Evelyn. The dollhouse is fun to play with but it’s so much more fun when you’re playing with other people.” Amelia says and you both smile at her.

“Sounds like you had an amazing first day.” You tell her and she nods. “So you’ll love going there every Monday, Wednesday and Friday then.” You add.

“I can’t wait for Wednesday! When is Wednesday again?” She asks.

“It’s in 2 days Tesoro.” Melissa tells her.

After dinner you got the 3 toddlers to watch a movie while you sat with Melissa at the dinner table as she goes over her lesson plan. 

“So how was meeting your newest little eagles today?” You ask her and she smiles at you. 

“They were just bursting with excitement today.” She tells you. “Your students told me that they can’t wait until you come back.” She adds and you smile.

“And has that sub flirted with you again?” You ask her and she shakes her head. 

“Not since I told him that I have a wife and 5 kids.”

“I’m still confused as to why you didn’t tell him sooner.”

“He’s a sub, he didn’t need to know my business.” She tells you. “I thought me showing no interest would have made him catch on and stop, but apparently not.” 

“You’re too hot for that. Obviously he would have kept trying.” You say and she chuckles. “I think putting Amelia in pre-k was a really good decision.”

“Ya, she loves it.” Melissa agrees and you nod.

At night you put your 3 toddlers to bed while Melissa feeds the babies. When you get back to the bedroom, Melissa walks in and falls down on the bed.

“Tired?” You ask with a smile and she nods.

“Like I said earlier, students were excited today.” She tells you and you get on the bed and crawl over to her. “Can I help you?” She asks as you’re looking down at her with a smile.

“Not really.” You say as you lay next to her and she smiles at you.

“Can I ask you something?” She asks and you look at her and nod. “Why are you with me?” She then asks and you look at her confused. “I’m much older than you, I have anger issues and I wasn’t nice to you when you started.” She says and you turn on your side to look at her, using your arms as a pillow.

“You aren’t really nice to anyone when they start.” You say and she quirks an eyebrow at you and you smile before grabbing her closest hand. “I’m gonna say exactly what you told me when I once asked the same question 5 years ago.” You tell her and she looks into your eyes. “I’m with you because it was impossible to stay away from you.” You tell her and she starts playing with the wedding ring on your finger. “Why are you asking?” You then ask and she looks up at you.

“I don’t know, I’ve kinda been thinking about it since my birthday.” She says softly. “Thinking about how lucky I got but then it turned into thinking about why are you with me.” She admits. You then lift your head and move her arm to be under your head before resting your head on her arm. After, you shuffle closer to her and she wraps her arm around you. 

“We fell in love, it’s as simple as that.” You tell her before kissing her and she smiles. 

“I see you’re quoting me.” She says. 

“What you said is true and you can’t say no to yourself.” 

“I love you.” She says and cups your cheek.

“I love you too.” You tell her and then kiss her.

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CHACONNE suspicions

 after heeseung texts the groupchat, he tosses his phone on the desk. setting up his monitor is heeseung’s least favorite part of streaming, perhaps because he’s always been impatient. first, he has to set up his mic and his webcam. he has to test the audio, make sure the quality is good. he has to set up the lighting, the settings on his camera and make sure the picture is up to par. then he sets up his screen recorder. then he needs to make sure everything is synced. then he presses the stream button at 8:45, and he has to make sure it’s synced again and running smoothly. then, that’s when heeseung feels excitement. when the comments roll in and he can feel all the eyes on him through the camera. 

heeseung isn’t lonely, but it’s always nice to have connections. 

heeseung waves at the camera, smiling gently while he says “hi”. it’s only courteous. 

five nights at freddy’s is the game heeseung has pulled up. why not ? it’s always good to go back to old games. he introduces the game’s while he reads the comments. there’s loads of comments rolling in, but he can always recognized a few familiar users who always interact with his content, some of those people of course being his friends who love to tease him and embarrass him on live, but there’s also the dedicated fans that make sure to join most of his streams and always wanna talk to him. he feels a great bond with them and appreciates them so, even if he’s never talked to them personally or face to face.

“no i am not taking my shirt off, guys. don’t be silly”

or even if they’re very forward and silly too.

he starts up the game, mostly reading comments because the first night is too easy and simple. heeseung can do it with his eyes closed, he just needed to make it past that night to get to the really challenging and interesting part of the game. night two isn’t anything spectacular, but it isn’t the easy breeze night one is.

“damn, how the fuck did she get to my door so fast”

y/n laughs as she watches heeseung’s live. she admits, while heeseung is a bit…tactless at heeseung is a bit…tactless at times, she does appreciate his presence and humor. people tend to laugh at heeseung when he tells them he does twitch streams, but y/n admires his passion. heeseung used to be a very closed off person, so it’s always a warm feeling that passes through y/n when she thinks of how far he’s come. 

  however, as y/n is watching heeseung’s stream, she hears a loud buzzing right next to her. it’s just her phone, of course, but the interruption had y/n jumping in her chair. she huffs out a little, annoyed at how her heart’s thumping against her ribcage. she’s even more annoyed seeing the ‘unknown caller ID’ message on her screen, but she answers it anyway just in case they try calling again. 

“hello, y/n” 

ugh, it’s some weird old man wasting her time. really, she wishes she could go one day without being bothered, especially not by an old loser with no life.

“hello? who is this, i’m kinda busy right now…”

“oh, i’m well aware, dear”

she did blush a little, but then she remembered she had a man at home and this man was definitely a grade A freak.

“what…look, if that’s all, i’m gonna go”

“i wouldn’t do that if i were you, not if you care about your dear friend, heeseung.”

her blood runs cold at the mention of heeseung’s name. the person on the other line is so calm. they bring him up so nonchalantly, like he’s a child’s toy they’ll take away if the child keeps misbehaving…unfortunately, y/n figures she’s the child in this scenario.

“ah, did i scare you? good”

“why are you calling me”

“oh? no reason. I just wanted your live reaction” 

before she can ask what the live reaction was for, she notices something moving in the background of heeseung’s facecam. her eyes widen, struck by horror as her brain finally processes the situation.

she’s on call with the killer.

she screams into the phone, heeseung should be able to hear her, right? but she realizes as she’s screaming that she can't hear herself in the background. she tries texting him, calling him, facetiming, but heeseung always has his phone on silent during livestreams. that must be why the killer targeted him now of all times. the comments have obviously caught on as the figure is now fully in view, dawned in a black robe and a ghostface mask. kids should stop watching scary movies…. the comments are full of people telling heeseung to look behind him, warning him, telling him there’s someone there, but heeseung having been on the internet for most of his formative years knows what a troll is, and he’s determined to not fall victim to one.

“alright guys, stop playing in the comments. i’m not easily scared.” he laughs it off, but the killer gets closer and closer. the comments continue to fill up, urging him to turn around. it’s not until heeseung dies in the game and the screen turns black that he decides to entertain the comments.

“alright alright, since you guys won’t let it go i’ll turn around, just for you” he smiles into the camera before turning around slowly as if to mock his viewers, but when he turns around fully, he comes face to face with the masked man. 

“oh shit-”

the killer makes a move towards heeseung, but heeseung is quick. he has surprisingly impressive reflexes. he’s up on his feet fast and he kicks the chair into the man. the killer falls back at the sudden impact, he probably didn’t expect heeseung to be that quick. heeseung knows it’s only a matter of time before the killer comes back to his senses, so he scans his room quickly before his eyes land on his tripod, settled in the corner of the room to his left. he grabs it quickly, and soon, the man is charging towards him. heeseung swings the tripod with all his might and when it collides with the man's head, it makes a loud thwack sound. he stumbles over his feet, trying to find his balance, but he falls to the floor, unresponsive. 

heeseung stands there with the tripod clutched in his hand. he waits for the killer to get up. he refuses to make the mistake of getting comfortable and cocky. the sirens outside make heeseung’s rigid stance loosen up though, as he heads towards the window. his body still faces the…body on the floor, but he pivots his head to look outside. the police cars are parked right outside in his driveway and he’s about to gloat and tell the man on his floor that they caught his ass, but when he turns his head, the man is gone. he glances up at the clock that reads 9:35pm.

—-

jisung sighs as he watches reruns of spongebob. there’s nothing else to do at this time in the evening and he feels his mind going numb as the episodes play on and on and on.

but then, jisung hears a knock at the door.

he looks at the door in confusion. he’s not expecting anyone today. all his friends are out partying tonight, and after what happened three nights ago, he’s shunned off parties…for at least the next 2 weeks before he gets bored anyway.

‘maybe it’s chenle…’

he makes his way towards the front door and yanks it open, but nobody is there.

“hello…? is this some stupid attempt at a prank?” he rolls his eyes and shuts his door. the moment the door clicks in the lock, jisung hears a crash from upstairs in his bedroom.

‘maybe this is the real prank…’ he stands completely still. as if when he moves time will move with him and whatever lurks upstairs will catch up to him. 

but he’s forced to move when his phone begins to ring at 9:38pm.

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[cordelianewman]

You got me, I married you for your skills to get me a big ol' house and tons of land. Which means I keep you around for the maintenance of said big ol' house. Don't think the kids would have appreciated a cardboard box, it would have gotten very cramped, very fast. Thank you but you know I always expected more out of myself, guess we'll just say I was waiting for the right time. Mean we've handled donkeys, chickens, and everything else we've brought home. Don't think we couldn't handle a puppy, and I was planning on waiting till a litter shows up to be adopted because they always manage to get litters of different puppies especially spring and summer there tends to come a lot. Even a corgi mix, they can be used as herders too, they were breed for that originally. They can be very good with kids, but like anything, they need to be trained properly because they have a lot of energy. If not, maybe I'll stumble upon the right one if I go and look, just think the boys would love a puppy and they are old enough that they could also take a puppy on walks besides just you and me, but also help the girls who would get probably over excited. It will be weird, I'm so used to buying a massive grocery list that him going will mean having to adjust a little bit, and it'll just be ... weird. It will be good for Colton to have the girls too because think he may take it harder even than Cienna. She had spent some time away from her brother, you know? Colton and even Rosalyn are now used to him being in the house that they might struggle a bit. Know it's complicated when it comes to his mom, and it infuriates me that she can go on to have more kids and not even think about her first born. Doesn't have to have a relationship with you to have one with her son, but it doesn't matter. I will happily step into that roll if he wanted me to be apart of that. Just never want him to feel like he needs to knowing that he has a mom out there. Maybe he does, maybe he doesn't. Guess that's another talk to have at some point because maybe all the kids deserve to make their own decisions. Think the hardest part with giving him that box isn't the idea he'll want to seek her out, it's the fact that he'll be able to understand when things started getting less and less, and I don't want him to ever think that is when he became less valuable because he's not. Well you kept going for feet things and I had to set a hard stop because no toes will be tortured in the making of anything. Even though I do enjoy using you to warm up my feet when they're cold but that's very, very different. With as hot for me as you seem to be you better hope if/when I get pregnant that I am the type of women that it amps everything up and not kills the vibe totally or you are going to be a very grumpy man. If you want to alternate running or jogging with yoga and pilates, I can go with that. Would say spin classes but those I believe at some point they frown on them but we don't have to worry about that yet given nothing has happened yet. Do not go making fun of the boys, they're the big cool thing right now. Yes teenage boys are hanging them off their backpacks, girls off their purses -- even adults are into them. I won't let you shame them for enjoying something that brings them joy, life is too short. You can dress them up in football outfits, basketball outfits, little dresses, all kinds of outfits so it's not a stretch for both males and females to enjoy them. They're not universal to one gender, so I won't hear you making fun of them. Not insane, the girls were asking so I did what I had to do, and they'll have plenty of little ones to play with. They're actually kind of cute in a very weird tiny monsters taking over the home. They open a rare one I'm already calling dibs because I won those suckers fair and square. So just giving you the heads up now, so you won't freak out when you find one on our nightstand! Just don't look at the credit card bill to see the cost, that's between me and God.

That's actually why you married me, is because you knew that getting into bed with a carpenter and construction worker would mean that you'd get a nice house of the deal, huh? Ignoring the fact that we lived in that little suburban house for a while and I'm pretty sure you would have lived in cardboard boxes with me if I asked you to. That's besides the point. But for what it's worth, I think you've always been something, whether you were living in that tiny apartment and working two jobs, or now that you're starting a new career and happily married. You've always had something. Just had to wait for the right moment to tap into it. A corgi… I mean, I feel like I would be a major hypocrite if I tried to say no, I sort of came with ducks, chickens, a dog and a cat already attached, so as long as you feel like we're up for the responsibility, go for it. Just make sure they're good with kids and other animals, maybe they'd have one up at the shelter? I'm obviously very 'adopt don't shop' about the animals, I think dad instilled that in us with all the strays we ended up taking in. It'll be weird, though, when he does go to college. You know, getting used to having him around and adding another kid -- and then another kid -- to the house only to have him turn around and head off for college is going to rock the boat a little bit, but I think that makes it an even better thing that Rosalyn and Cienna get along as well as they do, it'll make it easier when her brother isn't here in the house. He will, I trust him. I'm just going to let him feel it out, tell me what he wants to do. I went right into the work force after high school, and I might regret it for personal, Cordelia-shaped reasons, but I don't regret it in terms of wishing I'd done something else, so he'll figure it out. The thing with Colton, and moms is just… it's complicated because of his mom. Not that he thinks of her as his mom, I don't even know if he thinks of her at all. When he thinks about a mother figure that makes him dinner and tells him goodnight and helps him with girlfriend advice, he thinks of you, period. But I've promised myself that when he turns eighteen, I'll give him that box in the closet. The one that has all the letters and cards and little gifts that she's sent through the years. Which, admittedly, there haven't been a lot of in the past few years, last I knew, she had another kid and things just … stopped coming in. Guess the third one's the charm when it comes to forgetting your first born. We'll talk to him. Figure out what he wants, he's old enough that he can trust us to trust him, you know? I do not have a foot fetish! It was an example since we were already talking about shoes, thank you -- I could have said that your bra is a fuck-me-bra, or your ponytail holder is a fuck-me-scruncii, but I didn't think fast enough. I love you from your head to your toes, but I can honestly, safely say that your feet will not be coming anywhere near me unless it's you trying to warm them up in the middle of the night, you have my word. I have to run to keep my calf muscles, have you seen those babies lately? Jesus. Still keeping my good ole thunder thighs, though, I think that's just genetics. Lumberjack genetics. But we can take it easy, and maybe throw in some yoga or pilates to go more your style, too, I'm give and take. … I -- what? Hold on, the girls I understand, but the boys wanted stuffed animal keychains? Do you mean that the boys wanted them for their girlfriends and they're being sweet, or are you telling me that I should go out and buy them footie pajamas tomorrow and ask if they want to watch Bluey with me and the girls? Also, you're insane. I love you, but you're insane.

[https-bobreynolds]

a favor

pairing: robert ‘bob’ reynolds x reader

summary: bob has been having trouble getting sleep, so he asks his crush teammate for a favor.

warning: reader is sooooo whipped for bob

author’s note: so pissed rn i was already halfway with the story then my phone decided to restart and i didn’t get to save it :) this is based on one of my headcanons of bob that you can read here

it was half an hour past midnight on a regular friday, you were already fast asleep, given the fact that you just went home from a long mission. you thought that you were going to be able to enjoy this sleep more than you did, until you heard the constant knocking on your front door.

you sighed, being awaken from your dreamland. you quickly sat up and walked to the front door, wanting to murder whoever was disturbing your sleep, “i swear to God, if it’s- oh hi bob.”

the man stood there with a guilty face, fidgeting with his sleeve, a nervous habit. there was a long pause before he started, “h-hey, y/n. can i ask you something?” his voice was hesitant, his gaze flicking to you for a moment before darting away again.

“of course you can” you quickly said, looking at him with a mixture of genuineness and confusion.

he took a deep breath, as if steeling himself. therw was a moment of hesitation, then he spoke again. his words came out in a rushed tumble, almost like he was worried he’d lose the courage to say them if he didn’t hurry. “can i… can i ask you for a favor? it’s sort of… it’s kinda dumb.” he admitted, his cheeks flushing a bit brighter.

“anything, bob. what is it?” you replied softly. at this point you were already cursing at yourself at how obvious you were that you’re absolutely whipped for this man.

he chewed nervously on his lower lip, the nervous habit seemingly taking over. he was still avoiding eye contact, his gaze dropping to his hands that fidgeted on his lap. “i- i uh… i know it’s stupid,” he said, his voice quieter now. “but i’m just… i’m having a hard time… falling asleep is all.”

“oh!” she exclaimed, a bit surprised as the favor but nonetheless, “no, no it’s not stupid. how can i help you.?” she asks, genuinely nervous uncertain on what to do.

he shrugged again, his gaze still averted. he was uncomfortable, whether from his own request or the realization that he couldn’t just power through his insomnia on his own, you weren’t sure. maybe both. he looked tired, and his expression was conflicted. bob fidgeted with the sleeve of his shirt, refusing eye-contact. ”i-i don’t know,” he muttered. “it’s just… could you… uh, could i sit with you for a bit?”

you could only nod to the man, leading him right to your bed. you sat on one side, patting the other one down to let him know that it was okay to sit there, to which he immediately does- a bit too fast for his liking.

you moved closer to bob but still maintaining a small distance, afraid to make him more uncomfortable than he already is. you thought to yourself for quite a while before asking softly, almost coming out as a whisper, “can i touch you, bob?”

he finally looked up at you, his expression caught between surprise and hesitation. he was still nervous, but there was something else there too, something almost like hope. his gaze flickered to her hand, then back to her face. he swallowed hard, then nodded. It was a small motion, barely visible. a silent ‘yes’.

you nodded back at him, one hand moving to carefully caress his arm, almost as if you was writing down something. and the other moving to play with his hair gently, massaging his scalp from time to time, “this okay.?”

he shivered at the contact, but it was a shiver of pleasure. hus eyes fluttered shut, and he let out a soft sigh. bob leaned into your touch, his body losing some of the tension it had been holding onto. despite the initial hesitation, he clearly craved the physical contact, needed it, maybe. his body spoke volumes, even if his words couldn’t. “y-yeah,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “that’s… that’s more than okay.”

you hummed as a response, letting your hands continue the magic… eventually, you started humming a lullaby your mom used to sing for you, back when you couldn’t sleep as a child. the flood of memories making you a bit more sleepy as well.

bob’s expression relaxed even further as you hummed that old lullaby. his shoulders slumped, and he almost seemed to melt into your touch. it was strange, the all-powerful sentry, reduced to a puddle under the slightest touch and some old song. he leaned in, his head tilting to the side, almost like a stray cat being stroked.

you noticed his movement, somewhat understanding what he wants- needs. you moved the hand that was caressing his arm to his jaw, ever so slightly tracing his jawline. the other stroking his head, all still whilst humming the lullaby.

he leaned even further into your touch, practically purring like a cat. it was fascinating, truly, this powerful man, reduced to a relaxed mess just from the simplest of touches. he seemed desperate for more, like he’d never been on the receiving end of such gentleness before. and now that he was, he couldn’t get enough. every brush of your fingers against his skin made him shiver, and each hum from your lips made him melt just a little more.

the sudden realization of your close proximity, the fact that you’re caressing a man on your bed, made a blush creep up your cheeks but she still continued nonetheless. you have also realized that you, have in fact, had never done this kind of skinship before. and the fact that you’re doing this with a profound friend, a teammate even, made your cheeks even more red than it already is.

unbeknownst to you, bob was very much aware of your proximity. the way your knee gently brushed against his leg, the touch of your soft fingers on his skin, the way your breath dusted across his face as you hummed that lovely little song.

you were so close to him, and it was messing with his already rattled brain. he couldn’t deny the way his heart raced and his eyes fluttered shut every time you skimmed a finger against his jaw- he opened his eyes, and saw how red your face was.

the way bob looked at you out of nowhere, caught you off guard, this time you were the one avoiding eye contact, unable to hide your blush. “uhm don’t mind me...” you said softly, pulling away your hands from him, “goodnight bob”

“no, wait, don’t go.” his voice was soft, almost pleading. he reached out, almost on instinct, and caught your hand in his. it was the barest of touches, but the intention was clear.

“o-oh, no yeah, i won’t.” you answered shyly, mentally cursing at yourself once more at how you stuttered with your words. you caressed his hand and said a bit more firmly this time, “i won’t leave you, bob”

his lip twitched at your words, the hint of a smile forming on his face. bob’s grip on your hand loosened, but he didn’t let go. instead, his thumb moved gently over the back of your hand.

”s-stay with me…” he said.

the words were quiet, but there was a hint of desperation in them. he sounded almost like a lost child, searching for comfort in the darkness.

“i will, as long as you’ll have me” you replied, with a smile.

his eyes widened at your response, as if that was the last answer he’d been expecting from you. ”good,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “don’t leave me. i don’t… i don’t want to be alone ever again.” he sounded vulnerable, lost, and more like just ‘bob’ than anything else.

“won’t.” you whispered softly, coming a bit closer, getting rid of any distance the two of you had, “i won’t ever leave you, bob.”

his heart skipped a beat as you came closer, the air between you growing thick with unspoken feelings. his eyes darted over your face, roaming your features as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he looked away.

”p-promise?” he asked, his voice cracking. he searched your gaze, looking for any hint that you were being dishonest.

you looked at him with a genuine look of affection, some might even say… look of love? “i promise, as long as you promise to stay with me too…” you said, carefully caressing one of his cheek, making him let out a shaky sigh.

he leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut. it was as if your hand was a lifeline, anchoring him to reality and keeping him from sinking back into the darkness of his own mind.

he leaned forward, bringing his forehead to rest against yours. his breath was warm against your face, and he spoke in a low, almost reverent tone. “i promise… i’ll stay.”

almost as if saying ‘please do, please stay’ you nodded lightly, afraid to lose his touch- like you might never be able to touch him ever again.

he let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, seeming to relax at your gesture of affirmation. the tension in his shoulders melted, and he allowed himself to lean in a little closer, basking in the comfort of your presence, pulling yourself to lay on his chest.

for a moment, there was only silence.

he looked down at you, a wide, satisfied smile spreads across his face when he realized you had fallen asleep. he gently brushes his fingers through your hair, taking a moment to admire you. he felt oddly at peace- comfortable in a way he never had been before. there was no tension, no anxiety, no fear… he was just… content.

bob let out a long sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as he pulled you closer, your limbs tangling together. he was tired- exhausted, really- and he let himself drift off into sleep, a small, faint smile still on his face.

bonus: the next morning

“that favor doesn’t seem so stupid now, huh?”

“n-no, not so stupid at all…”

[mallory524]

the thunderbolts when you’ve been kidnapped

pictures from pinterest

tags- guilt, fear, angst, kidnapping, guilt, canon level action/violence, injuries, mentions of arguing, implied drugging/beating, mention of Void

notes- This all ended up being way longer than I intended. Oops. I need to keep writing or else I’ll explode. The fixation is strong

Yelena

When you’re with Yelena, she can be so tender and sweet that it’s easy for you to forget the life she’s lived and the things she’s capable of. The day you don’t come home from what should’ve been a 10 minute grocery run, that tender side is gone - and boy is it sorely missed around the tower. When Yelena's upset, she lashes out at anybody who gets too close to her, and it gets ugly pretty quickly. Her words are cruel and vindictive, as if each member of the team is personally responsible for what’s happened to you. She knows the people who took you are doing it to lure in the "new avengers", but it doesn't matter. It's working. She's going to find you, and she's going to march right in there, guns blazing.

You're in bad shape when the team finds you, but you are able to walk out on your own two feet with just a little assistance from Yelena. Pay no mind to what happened to your captors. It's not important.

Yelena can't go "back to normal". You're trying to, but it's clear you're still shaken, and so is she. You keep trying to laugh it off and say that you've survived worse, and she knows you're just trying to change the subject, but she doesn't push it. She's not going to force you to open up if you're not ready. All she can do is make sure you know that she's always there to support you and listen if you ever do decide you want to talk about it. You do know that. As everyone in Yelena's life knows, she might be a bit rough around the edges, but she will always be there for you when it matters most.

Bucky

Bucky tracks you down very fast. He knows these people are doing this to get to him, so he tells the Thunderbolts to stay behind and let him do this himself. Good thing they never do as they're told.

The people who took you thought they had laid the perfect trap for Bucky Barnes, but all they did was set themselves up to be pulverized by the Winter Soldier. When he does find you, you're unconscious and clearly injured. Nothing serious, but it doesn't matter; he feels more guilty than he has in a long, long time. The team covers Bucky as he runs back out to the car with you in his arms, and you're immediately rushed to the hospital. The press is already there, waiting to ask Congressman Barnes all kinds of questions about what happened tonight, but after a few choice words from Yelena and Walker, most of them leave immediately.

Even when things slowly start to go back to normal, Bucky is constantly reminded of what happened. You're sitting around and laughing with the group one night, weeks after, and he notices a bruise on your shoulder that he'd forgot you had. He wakes up in the middle of the night a lot of nights to you tossing and turning and shaking in your sleep. He holds you and repeatedly reminds you that you’re home and that you are safe. He’s reminding himself, too. This is all hell for him. Every nightmare, every scratch, and every bruise is a reminder to him that he couldn't keep you safe. He rescued you and brought you back home, but it's not enough for him. This never should've happened.

Ava

Ava woke up to the sound of alarms and glass breaking. She phased through the walls to your room right away to make sure you were okay, but you were already gone. Nowhere to be found. She’s immediately panic stricken. Who did this? Why would they take you hostage? Where did they take you?

Ava’s desperate. When Ava gets desperate, her sense of right and wrong gets very skewed. You’ve been kidnapped, and that’s wrong. Everything she’s doing in an effort to get you back is right. Or that’s how she sees it, at least. The rest of the team sees this as Ava spiraling out of control. This is a mess. These people who took you do not realize what their "leverage" means to the team, especially to Ava. They do not know what's coming.

Your rescue was not easy, and it definitely wasn't pretty, but everyone's just happy that you're home. Adjusting to business as usual after your rescue is tough, but she's there for you every step of the way. If you don't want to sleep in your room for a little while because it doesn't feel safe anymore, Ava offers you her room. She'll sleep on the ground, she'll sleep next to you, she'll sleep in the other room, whatever you want. She'll demand more security features in your room and around the tower to make you (and herself) feel safe again. If the people in maintenance and security were to question the necessity of doing this, Ava would install these features herself. Nothing like this is going to happen again, and she doesn't even want you to feel like it's a possibility. You're safe now.

John

It all happened so fast. An explosive had gone off during a fight, he’d lost sight of you for a minute, and when the smoke cleared, you were gone. He frantically searched the perimeter, but it didn’t take him long to realize what had happened. Bucky practically had to beg John to get in the car, saying they could figure out their next move back at the Watchtower. John didn't want to stop looking for you, but he knew it was the only choice he really had. Everyone's really worried about you, but John is losing his mind. His brain is plagued with images of you, scared and alone and hurt. He's snapping at the team even more than usual, but they give him a pass just this once. Ava walked by his room one night and she could hear the sound of him softly crying through the door. She never mentioned it, but she went easy on him for a few days.

Down in a dark, cold underground base, you're going in and out of consciousness. Your body aches and your head's spinning, but the moment you register that it's Walker gently taking you into his arms, you smile up at him weakly. He caresses your face, and you can feel that his hands are shaking as they trace every little wound, no matter how small. All of Walker's anger has been replaced with a weary, guilty sadness. All that aggression, replaced with a certain gentleness. He carries you out, and although you don't see much of your surroundings, it's hard to miss what remains of the poor souls who thought they could stop John Walker from breaking in to save you. It's not too shocking, though. You know he would've torn the entire world apart if he had to.

Alexei

Missions and fighting and hero activities in general are usually really fun for Alexei. This is not fun. It's so rare for the team to see him like this. He's downright miserable. Since the moment he lost you, he hasn't slept. He works alongside the team all day long to find you, and when everyone's asleep, he just paces back and forth around his room, which gets more cluttered with garbage and papers and files with each passing day.

When they find you, nothing and no one can stand in his way. He's a real sweetheart, but let's not forget how strong he is or how much damage he can do. Believe me, there's a lot of damage done in the name of your rescue. All of that is worth it for Alexei when he finds you. He gently wipes at the sweat and dirt on your face, a lot of which is dry and caked on after you've been sitting down there for nearly a week.

Alexei is so relieved to have you home, but he thought he'd feel better. There's still something... off. The illusion of total safety has been shattered. He's not able to keep you from ever getting hurt like he thought he was. If you were to try to joke about what had happened to keep spirits up, or spin it to sound like a cool story instead of the worst week of both of your lives, he'd try to go along with it. But everyone notices how his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. He's proud of you and he usually loves hearing you're cool tough stories, but this one is hitting a little too close to home for him to fully enjoy it. Maybe because he was there. Maybe because he almost lost you for real.

Bob

Bob's terrified. The team came back from a mission, but instead of you pulling him into a big hug while the team fills him in on what happened like usual, everyone is frantic and you're gone. He's never felt so helpless in his life. He breaks down the second he's alone in his room. Whenever Yelena tries to talk to him, he insists he needs to be alone, or he doesn't even respond and continues just rocking back and forth on the floor and talking to himself.

When the team tracks you down, they tell Bob to stay behind. He keeps telling himself that they're right and staying behind is the responsible thing to do, but he just can't do that. He has enough control on the Void now to use his powers, right? The team is slightly horrified when Bob shows up out of nowhere, doing everything they told him not to do, but this isn't the time to worry about that. They're definitely not going to try arguing with him right now. He's a bulletproof human shield, more powerful than any of them could ever hope to be, so it's good to have him there to help. He crashes through walls, busts down doors, and disarms everyone in his path without breaking a sweat. Then they find you. Bob rushes to your side and tears apart your restraints with his bare hands, and in a second they turn back into the gentle hands you think of when you think of your Bob. He helps you to your feet and slowly leads you back outside. As tears start to roll down his face, Bob smiles a soft smile at the others, thrilled that you're safe again. They smile back at him, but it's like they're all holding their breath until you're all fully out of there. Void may not have made a formal appearance this time, but they know now what lengths Bob will go to and what risks he'll take to ensure your safety. The man is not helpless, and he sure as hell isn't weak.

[jksarchives]

volume 3

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❖ proposal — by @hansolmates

Jeon’s the editor-in-chief for Big Hit Publishings, a closet romantic with a penchant for antagonizing his assistant on the reg. When his work visa is in the process of being renewed and he takes a trip to Norway, his eligibility to stay in America is on the line. However Jeon Jungkook doesn’t go without a fight, and in order to save his job he offers you a proposal you can't refuse. | 20.1k [f, a]

❖ magic stick — by @badbtssmut

Jungkook is kinda sad because he has never been with a girl who could take him balls deep because of his size, reader doesn't believe him and she wants to see, but he tells her that he can't atm bc he's not hard. She is wearing this kinda halter top style with no bra so she looses the top and shows her tits to him and let's him touch them. After he's hard he shows her his dick and she says she's willing to try to take it all and she rides him into the sunset. | ? [s]

❖ crazy — by @girlygguk

you know it sounds twisted. that most people would see hyungwon as the perfect boyfriend. healthy, balanced, all the things that relationships should be. that’s when you realized... you weren't like most people. but that's okay. because neither is jungkook. | 15.5k [s, f, a]

❖ we are all dreamers — by @yoonia

Jeon Jungkook is a cocky bastard. Not only does he have the pride and insolence twice the size of his head, but he also has an anger that could open up the door to hell on itself. As he continues to refuse to believe on the soulmate system, he keeps on unknowingly hurting you, punishing you for what the universe has thrown at him in the past. Would he change his ways as he finally meets you? Or would you run away, giving him the exit that he had seemed to desire so greatly? | 16.5k [a, s]

❖ comfort inn ending — by @joonbird

“It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.” | series [a, s]

❖ angel’s trumpet — by @hansolmates

one second, your life is flashing before your eyes and the next, you’re transported into a world exactly like your own. but the jungkook you meet in this world isn’t a renowned singer or your former almost-lover, in fact he has no clue who you are and why you know him so well. as you work to find your way home lost and confused, you conclude that you’re either dead or in the middle of the most wicked drug trip of your life. | series [ a, f, s]

❖ the habits of a broken heart — by @softykooky

jungkook and you are soulmates. so says the matching crescent moons on both your wrists. however, things are never as easy as they seem, and you are quick to learn that falling in love with someone who does not believe in love is a one-way ticket to heartbreak. | 26.3k [a, f]

❖ animal — by @cutaepatootie

series [a, s]

❖ a fallen bookmark on a thursday afternoon — by @cutaepatootie

He came to you like the air comes into the train station after the fast arriving of the machine. It comes fast and unexpected, making you hoist your head to look at the long vehicle and the people inside. It is so fast you can't even distinguish the different wagons. As the train comes to a stop, the wind that it creates plays with your hair, leaving you breathless. That's how Jeon Jungkook came into your life. | 19k [a, f, s]

❖ scattered stars — by @taegularities

It’s easy to despise Jungkook when your contradicting magic doesn’t allow you to touch each other without fatal consequences - but what if your eternal enemy turns out to be your soulmate with whom you, unfortunately, do fall in love? | 17.9k [f, a, s]

❖ welcome to the heartbreak show — by @numinousher

you’re in love with your partner in class that everyone fears (and loves) due to his stoic facial expression and the way he rejects girls rather harshly. as you get to know him, will he be able to handle your heart that you so willingly gave him to care for or, will he break it due to his hatred for people who are in love with him? | 28k [a, f]

❖ mutt — by @letsbangts

when you realize you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. | 6k [s, a]

❖ answer your phone — by @letsbangts

when the consequences of his actions come calling. — 12.8k [a, s]

❖ the love prognosis — by @awrkive

for as long as you can remember, you've always been a hopeless romantic. the girl who’s always dreamt of cheesy encounters with her soulmate, grand love declarations, and a cute little beach wedding to boot. but reality pretty much slaps you hard right on the face, because love, unfortunately, doesn’t come grand — it’s simple and it’s quiet, but it is quite painful, especially when the love that you’ve been seeking for all your adult life has just been right under your nose all this time. | series [f, a, s]

❖ lie with you — by @girlygguk

in which jungkook doesn't realize what he has until he just about loses it. | 8.4k [a, f]

❖ out of gas? — by @97kuu

It was a setup between Taejoon and Jungkook to get him to hook up with you in the car. However, his guilty heart and physical desire revealed that he wanted more than what he was willing to confess that night.. | 3k [s]

❖ ordinary things — by @lovieku

after a lost match, jeongguk’s only source of comfort is you. | 6.9k [a, f]

❖ cosmic balance — by @explicit-tae

Every universal realm has a positive and negative - good or bad. Jungkook manages to cross the portal from his dystopian world to your utopian one and decides that he'd do anything to stay with you. | 8.7k [a, s, f]

❖ seven storms — by @wintaerbaer

As a young woman of considerable wealth, it has always been your father's expectation that you would marry one of the local aristocrats once you came of age. Your family's stable hand? Certainly not an option. | 9k [a, s, f]

❖ first class— by @girlygguk

in which you are just another spoiled, bitchy, annoyingly gorgeous trust-fund baby who has everyone at Yonsei University eating from the palm of your hand. and jeon jungkook, your spoiled, fuck-boy, annoyingly gorgeous trust-fund baby best friend, is always first in line to take a bite. | 25k [a, f, s]

❖ when she loved me — by @jungkookstatts

How does one live when life is bound to end? | 11.2k [a, s]

❖ staged for the season — by @voyter

Going back home for the holidays meant facing his ex — the one he still couldn’t let go of. determined to win her back and spark a little jealousy, he brought you along… as his fake girlfriend. — 18.3k [f, s, a]

❖ guilty as sin — by @gldrushh

You are stuck in time, and Jungkook doesn't stop running from it until he eventually does, and you learn that grief doesn’t wait for death, that love isn't all that dignifying. — 17.3k [a, s]

❖ mature — by @jiminrings

The good thing about professing your feelings to jungkook is that it'd be over with, whether or not he likes you back — the bad thing is that he rejects you, even if you haven't confessed. — 8k [f, a]

❖ 6 AM — by @neimaami

Jungkook wakes you up at 6AM for more than just morning cuddles. — 4k [s]

❖ year 22 — @rkived

‘‘I knew you’d be standing in my front porch light, and I knew you’d come back to me.’‘ — 11.5k [a, f, s]

❖ tangled webs — @ughseoks

Soulmates are tricky thing. Not everyone is lucky enough to have their destinies intertwined with their missing piece. Signs come in dreams for those fortunate souls; short bursts that are barely memorable when the sun rises. As for you? Flashes of red and blue are your only indicators to the identity of your other half. — 14.1k [a, f]

❖ fighting hearts — @kooktrash

Never living a life of luxury, Jungkook does what he has to do to make ends-meet. right now that means fighting in underground clubs, getting beat black and blue until he wins. he knows there’s a better life out there for him but he never let himself think about it. until you came along and suddenly a weight is being lifted off his shoulders letting you through his guarded walls. you’re everything he needed and you make him want to fight for more. — 15k [a, s, f]

❖ a thousand reasons why — @taegularities

After leaving to work towards his dream rather than the bonds that shackle him to home, you didn't expect to see Jungkook again years later at your best friend's wedding. And even less, for love to rekindle at second glance. — 43.1k [a, f, s]

❖ can’t be without you — @ahundredtimesover

One night you’re gushing over rom-coms and Jungkook’s cooking; a few nights later you’re tending to his beat-up face. But while it’s his stubbornness that’s saved you countless times before, it’s that same quality that constantly puts him in danger. OR your best friend just can’t let go of underground fighting and so, drama ensues. — 30.4K [f, a, s]

❖ tangled thoughts — @hongcherry

It wasn’t easy to leave your boyfriend of two years, but the constant lies made you question your relationship. You tried to move on, but you were somehow constantly tangled in his web. After being captured by an unknown, yet familiar, enemy, Jungkook wondered if he was doing the right thing by keeping his secret identity from you. Was it too late to come clean? — 10.5k [a, f]

❖ warning signs — by @hongcherry

Spider-Man is a beacon of hope for most residents in Seoul; although, it causes you to feel a little useless to society. With determination to be a change in the world like your masked boyfriend, you find yourself involved in a secluded organization meant to eradicate underground gangs. However, you’re deeper than you expected—leaving Jungkook trying to discover who this ‘new you’ is alone. — series [a, f]

❖ kiss me better — by @jaykaysthicthighs

Jungkook said some really mean things to you when you started coming home so late. when he realizes how horrible he was, he tried making it up to you. — 4k [a, f]

❖ disney+ & blast — by @1kook

There’s a pounding on your door a little past noon, so hard and rough, that you almost think it’s the police finally coming to catch you for all your years of illegally pirating Phineas and Ferb. It’s not. It’s just a really drunk boyfriend wailing for your forgiveness at the door. — 13k [f, a, s]

❖ blackjack — by @kpopfanfictrash

Bangtan is one of the most vicious mafias on the west coast. Only six members are known by name though, with a mysterious seventh member dubbed only as ‘the shadow.’ When you become indebted to the worst of the worst – how, exactly can you find a way out? — series [s, a, f]

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The One Where We Have to Fuck or Die

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Fred gives Reader his test vial of a new love potion for the store. They quickly realize if they don’t have sex then it’ll kill her.

Tags: Porn Logic, Aphrodisiac, fucking like rabbits, both reader and Fred are in their late 20s-early 30s

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

It started as a normal Saturday for (Y/n). She had slept in, made some breakfast, cleaned her flat, and had been getting ready to relax for the rest of the day. That was until a familiar owl had found its way to her window, dropping off a letter with her name scrawled across the front. The handwriting was all too familiar, making her roll her eyes as she retrieved it from the owl before sending him on his way.

Having met the twins in her first year at Hogwarts was a pivotal moment, developing a fast friendship with the both of them after a prank gone wrong. That fateful afternoon sparked a 12 year long friendship between the twins and her.

Yet, there was always something between her and Fred, others may say they were destined together, they chose to believe they were just really good friends. It’s part of the reason he could send a letter like this, asking for her to rush down to his shop and help him. As annoyed as she would act, she would always rush to his side.

It didn’t take long for her to get dressed and make her way to Diagon Alley, easily finding her way through the busy street to her favorite store. As (Y/n) entered the shop she turned waving to George as she passed through toward the back. The store was as crowded as it usually was for a weekend, causing her to weave through several other customers before she was able to each the employees only section. The letter she had received from Fred to come to the store said it was an urgent matter, but having known him long enough, she was positive he was lying. But yet, here she was.

Not wasting anytime, she pushed into his office, seeing him sat at his desk, feet resting as he smirked upon seeing her enter.

“Well, if it isn’t my most loyal test subject.”

“What is it now, Fred?” She asked, crossing her arms, clearly not assumed by his mood.

Standing up, Fred walked around his desk, handing her a glittery pink vial, causing her to raise an eyebrow as she grabbed it from him. Looking at it, it was clear what it was supposed to be, having seen many of the Twin’s famous love potions before.

“A love potion? Don’t you already have several different kinds?” She asked, curious as to where this was leading.

“Not just any love potion, this is specifically for our older couples. You know, to help them spicy up their lives.”

“Like Viagra?”

Fred raised an eyebrow, not understanding what that was. He quickly shrugged it off, turning back to his sales pitch. “No, no. This is better than any muggle product.” Moving behind her, he put his hands on her shoulders. “What’s the number one reason most people get divorced?” He gave a second for her to think before answering for her. “That’s right, lack of passion. Imagine how many people we could help if we sold passion in a vial. How ‘bout that?”

“Work on your sales pitch, but I do like the idea.” placing a hand in her chin, she observed the vial closely. “I figure you want me to test it?“ Looking over her shoulder she sees Fred nod. “Have you tested it on anything else?”

“Tested a few drops on some plants, didn’t kill them so it should be fine for human consumption.”

“That sounds promising.” She teased, sliding away from his grasp. “What’s in it for me?”

“Besides being so horny there’s no way you won’t have an amazing orgasm once you go home?” He teased, before continuing his pitch. “Usual price, 50 galleons and unlimited supplies if you so need it.”

Fred stuck his hand out, waiting to see if she’d take his offer. After pondering for a few seconds, she reached out with her free hand shaking it. A deal with the devil, some would say.

Uncorking the vial, she pressed it to her lips, swallowing the liquid. Luckily, he had been able to get it to taste more pleasant than his other attempts, reminding her of fresh strawberries with cream. Her eyes moved to look at the ceiling, waiting for the desired effects to happen. Awkwardly she began to look around the room to pass the time, feeling a little weird to test this kind of potion in front of her friend, but money is money. And she trusted that Fred would not kill her.

As she took a look behind him, her attention was drawn to his work station. Her eyes were drawn to the ingredients he had used, haphazardly tossed about. There were the components to making a love potion, a rather simple potion. No, what caught her eye was the other ingredients he had mixed, a good amount well known aphrodisiacs along with an odd collection of ingredients that have her an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Walking over, she got a better look at them, understanding why she felt so uneasy. Mixing these ingredients together are well known for causing the person who took the potion to die if certain conditions weren’t met.

Wide eyed, she snapped to look at Fred, her body feeling warm as she felt it begins to take effect. He seems none the wiser to his fatal error, his arrogant smirk pissing her off. Throwing the empty vial at him, she turned on her heel to face him.

“You fucking moron.” She spat, panic raising in her voice, her legs subconsciously clenching together as that heat began to grow between her legs. “You didn’t make a better love potion, you made an aphrodisiac with poison.”

Fred’s face contorted, not understanding why she seemed so ticked off. His brows pushed together, as he walked over to her, trying to better understand the situation, while also a little ticked off she had thrown the small vial at him. He began to watch her more closely than before, thinking that something about his potion had caused her reaction.

Trying her best not to act on the deep ache, she moved farther from Fred. The feeling was almost too much, her hand subconsciously moving toward her crotch, wanting to swirl circles to dull the ache. Instead, her other hand moved to hold the other one, interlocking her fingers together behind her back.

“What are you on about?” Fred asked as he moved closer.

“Fred, this potion is going to kill me. How fucking dense are you?” (Y/n) ran a hand through her hair, tugging at it to try and regain her focus as her thoughts grew more perverse.

“You’ve gone mental. Don’t tell me you never been horny before, love?” Fred teased, watching the way her face flushed like a virgin.

“I’m being serious.” She said, fanning herself as she felt her body warm up. “You’ve basically just signed my death warrant if I don’t get shagged as soon as possible.”

“So you’re saying, you need dick not to die?” He laughed, almost not taking her seriously.

“Shut up.” She spat, moving away from him as he moved closer.

“Have you gone sick in the brain?” He asks, reaching to take her temperature, which she skillfully dodged. “Honestly, woman, if you wanted me that badly you didn’t need to make up such an insane lie.”

“Fred, fucking listen to me.” She said, stepping forward and grabbing his face to look at his ingredients. “Think real hard about what these ingredients do. I know potions wasn’t your strong suit, but fucking think.”

As Fred surveyed the ingredients, he tried his best to recall his potions class. As his mind ran through all the things Snape had said, he came to the same horrifying conclusion she had come to moments ago. His head whipped around, noticing how want she looked, her eyes struggling to stay locked on his face, and the way her legs shook as they clenched together.

“Oh, I fucked up.” He mumbled, his brain racing as he tried to think of an antidote. Fred bolted from his spot, looking at what ingredients he had left. His mind was racing trying to figure out how to make an antidote before his potion killed her.

Her eyes watched him, panic rising through her body as she felt how the heat began to rise within. The potion Fred had brewed was a lot more fast acting than she was expecting. Even though her brain was being quickly consumed with impure thoughts, she began calculating how much time she had before it would inevitably kill her, but her thoughts kept getting interrupted.

Her eyes trailed down his body, wanting nothing more than to pull his trousers down and go wild with him. It felt insane, she had known him since they were teens and they had never once come close to hooking up, despite all the rumors that had swirled saying otherwise. Speaking of rumors, her mind couldn’t help but focus on the rumors of how good Fred was in bed, remembering how they spoke so highly of his ability. How the girls he did hook up with swore he was the best fuck they had ever had.

Letting out a drawn out whine, she stomped her foot, closing her eyes tight as she tried to fight back from thinking of him like that. It felt so shameful, like she was no better than a common pervert to think that way about Fred. Shaking her head, she used all her brain power to push the impure thoughts out, which she was successfully able to do.

Given the large amounts of aphrodisiacs he had mixed in, she figured they had less than 30 minutes before the effects became irreversible. No matter how fast her and Fred worked, she would still be dead before he figured the correct concoction. The only solution was that they had to have sex now. Eyes widening, she felt a new emotion besides instensely building lust, dread.

“We don’t have fucking time,” she cursed, her breathing becoming more labored as she tried to speak, “we have to do it.”

“It?!”

“It!!!” She shot back, already moving to throw her shirt off her body, exposing him to the way her chest heaved.

Fred nearly had a heart attack seeing her chest. It wasn’t like he was a virgin or anything, he had seen his fair share of tits, but this was his best friend. His insanely hot best friend he has had a massive thing for for years now, but still his best friend. His best friends who was surprisingly good at removing her clothes as fast as she can, most of her clothes now thrown about his office. His best friend who looked as if she was going to jump him any second now.

“We don’t have time for you to guess who to brew the antidote, unless you’d rather I die than fuck me.” Her voice was strained, trying hard to focus on her words than succumbing to the lust.

Fred didn’t respond immediately, causing her to look at him, worried he might just let her die rather than fuck her. Most of her clothes were already thrown around the room, she felt way too exposed for a serious moment like this. Raising her eyebrows, she shot him a concerned look, silently pleading that he wouldn’t just let her suffer for his mistake. It seemed to have knocked some sense into Fred, who quickly responded.

“Right,” he stuttered out, “you’re right.” He quickly said, beginning to unbutton his shirt, his mind racing with a million thoughts. “I am so bloody sorry, (Y/n).”

“Shut up, if you get all sad and shit it’ll be difficult for you to get hard.” She replied, trying her best to seem cold and calculated. Her thoughts were only occupied on getting this done as soon as possible, no need for feelings. “You can think of ways to make this up to me after I’m no longer dying.”

“Wait,” Fred said, making (Y/n) stop in her tracks, “let me just…” he reached over, pushing her close to him before apperating them both into the apartment above the store, right in his room. “This will be better.”

The environment from his office to his room was definitely better, no longer could they hear the muffled sounds of customers from within the store. Fred’s room was messy, clearly he hadn’t assumed this would be how his day would be going. As he threw his clothes onto the floor where the rest of his laundry seemed to end up, he tried to think of sexy thoughts to get himself aroused. But looking back at his friend, who was giving him the most fuckable bedroom eyes he had ever seen did the trick.

(Y/n) ripped off her underwear, tossing them into the room before laying on the bed, crawling backwards as she let out a shaky moan, her mind unable to fight off the lustful thoughts anymore. Her hand reached between her legs, trying to relieve some of the pressure, but only making her more needy. Some part of her felt humiliated, to be reduced this easily from a potion, no longer able to spit out any kind of insult at him as she stared up at him. All she was able to do was speak directly from her lust, not able to cover it up with any kind of quick witted reply as she normally would.

“Fuck,” she shakily moaned, her eyes then locking onto Fred’s, “need you. Badly.”

Now, here’s how Fred’s usual hook ups turn out. He charms them into his bed and then shows them how it’s done. Never in his life had he ever been lost for words, yet a situation like this rarely occurs. So you must forgive him for not knowing what to do watching his best friend of over ten years touch herself and talk to him like that.

Fred made his way to the bed, sliding in between her parted thighs. He felt like a total prat for even struggling to take control of the situation and fuck her. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Fred steadied himself, reaching down to stroke himself a few times. His cock stood tall and proud, making her clench in need as she looked down.

As he lined himself up with her entrance, he found the situation awkward given their history. She deserved better than a standard fuck, a little romance and, though he hates to say it, a little passion. Looking down at her, his hair falling perfectly over his face, he spoke.

“Can I kiss you?”

(Y/n) looked at him incredulously, already completely naked in front of him. The rational part of her brain wanted to tell him no, to keep their feelings out of this and just do what they have to to keep her from an early grave. But god, did she want to kiss him. To not feel like this decision is inevitably going to ruin your friendship.

She quickly nodded her head, her lust answering for her as she shot forward, wrapping her arms around his neck.

It should’ve been awkward, like kissing a sibling. They both should’ve hated the kiss, but instead it was electrifying. Their mouths melded perfectly together, as if they were meant to be.

As they made out, Fred got to work, rubbing the tip of his cock against her cunt, trying to coat it in her slick before he slid in. His eyes almost rolled back when he felt just got wet she already was, groaning into her mouth as his hips subconsciously pushed forward. (Y/n) whined against his mouth, her eyes screwing up as the tip of his cock bumped into her inflamed clit, mumbling out his name.

It was all too much, her body felt on fire as she began to beg him to fuck her, tears welling as the potion came to a head. Her head was swimming with lust as she felt his length press against her.

Fred began to push in, trying to go as slow as possible. God, it felt way too good to be true, as if she was meant for him the way she perfectly sucked him in. As he pulled back from the kiss, he couldn’t help but watch the way he stretched her open.

“You feel s’good,” Fred groaned as he was fully sheathed in her.

“Fred-,” her voice called out, the air from her lungs having been knocked out from the feeling. Her nails were digging into his back as she felt him bottom out, his words almost too much to hear at the same time. “Move. Move now, need it,” it would’ve sound like her usually bossy tone if it wasn’t as whiney as it had been.

His hips moved back, almost agonizingly slow before snapping forward with enough force to move her up the bed. She couldn’t tell if it was the potion or if Fred was actually this good in bed, but it was driving her crazy how good she felt. A part of her feared she may be ruined for life, that nobody else would ever make her feel this good ever again. Not that she’d ever admit that to him, his ego already too inflated for his own good.

“Need me that bad that you’ll beg for it?” He smugly spoke, his hips snapping forward to accentuate his point. “Need me to fuck you nice and hard?” He teased, clearly not feeling as awkward as he once did.

Reaching out, his finger masterfully found its way to her clit, swirling around it. (Y/n) threw her head back, loudly whining as she ground against him. Her hands went to cover her face, embarrassed that she knew the potion wasn’t entirely to blame for how horny she felt in this moment. That fucking her best friend was better than any rumor she had ever heard.

“Come on, tell me how good you feel, (Y/n).”

God, did she want to smack him upside his smug head, to wipe that grin off the cocky bastards face. But she couldn’t hide the way his words made her feel, how he cunt clenched tightly around him each time he spoke. Bringing her arm over her face, she attempted to hide from him, too flustered by his dirty talk. Nobody had ever talked to her like this and she definitely didn’t expect Fred would be the one to do so.

His hips started to slow, causing her eyes to snap open. Panic began to rise in her chest, both sides of her brain not wanting this to stop. It was a bluff, he felt way too good to stop. And he didn’t want her to die either.

“Need you to tell me how bad you want this cock.”

Exasperated by his sudden need to hear her, she let her lust driven brain speak freely. Throwing her head back, she didn’t even filter her thoughts out.

“Please fuck me, need to feel you fill me up. Feels so fucking good, Fred.” Her hips attempted to grind up against his, but felt his hand hold her down. “Wanted this, wanted to feel you stretch me out for so long.”

“You’re so bloody perfect.” Fred’s his snapped back into hers, a new sense of vigor taking over as he pounded into her. “Gonna make this pussy mine.”

His eyes met hers and for the first time they saw each other since this whole mess started. She stared up at him with her pupils blown out in lust, but with so much trust in him.

His hips stuttered as he felt unbelievably close, his mouth opening as his eyes shut, letting out a groan. “Oh, fuck. Feels so good. Not gonna last much longer.”

As he spoke, her hips began to rise, grinding against his groin as she met his thrusts. The deep need to release filling her mind to the brim. Her head moved to look at the clock on the wall, but Fred’s hand moved to stop her from looking.

“Focus on me,” he spoke, his voice deep as his hips began to hammer into her harder, “just focus on me.”

Looking into his eyes, seeing how he looked at her for the first time was eye opening. All the love and adoration he felt for her as his hips continued to pound into her made her legs lock around him, keeping him in place. Throwing her head back, her vision turned white, her voice cracking from the intensity she felt as her body tensed up around him, finally releasing.

And Fred was right, this was one of the best orgasms of her life. Mind shattering, earth breaking, pure bliss from such a tiny vial of poison.

His hips began to slow as she clenched around him, sucking him deep. Feeling him twitch inside her as he shot his load into her, his hips pressing firmly against hers as he released his seed. Her eyes clenched shut and her nails dug into his shoulder blades, hard enough to leave marks.

Unexpectedly, he leaned down, pressing a passionate kiss to her lips, his hips still pressed firmly against her. (Y/n)’s hands flew to his hair, tangling into his ginger locks as she kissed back, riding out their climaxes together.

Once the emotions came down, he rested his forehead against hers, savoring the remaining moments before he had to pull away. Looking back down, he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, then pulling out, apologizing as he saw her wince at the feeling.

As Fred pulled out, (Y/n) felt her body begin to feel normal again, no longer under the control of the potion. Between the mix of sweat and the feeling of his cum leaking out of her, she felt that her thoughts were finally hers, no longer clouded by lust. Looking over, she saw Fred running a hand through his hair, seeing him in entirely new light than before. And suddenly everything made sense to her.

All those failed dates, countless nights spent wondering why nobody ever made her feel like this. It all clicked into place in her mind.

They were both laid in Fred’s bed, staring at the ceiling, coming to terms with everything they just did. No longer with the looming threat of death, it gave them a moment to reflect on what this meant for them. It was clear that they could not ignore this and move on from it, not when they both felt the same.

Fred makes the first move, moving closer to her, doing that thing where he pokes at her head when she’s over thinking. He gets one of those smiles that just lights up the room before he speaks to her.

“Soooo… round two?” Fred half heartedly joked.

Her hands reach to grab her pillow and push it into his face, softly smothering him. She playful pulled away from his embrace, needing to run to the bathroom to clean the mess.

“Shut up, I need to get cleaned up.” She spoke, trying to sound irritated but the smile on her face betrayed her.

He playfully reached out, missing her warmth next to him as she searched the room for something to cover herself with.

“Hopefully that afternoon crowd will keep George busy, because I’m not done with you.” Fred yells after her, laughing at her embarrassment as she wrapped a blanket around her and ran down the hall to his bathroom. “I have years to make up for not doing this.”

“Yeah, you can think of ways to make up for nearly killing me while your waiting.”

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[tojisteddy]

Cherry Waves | 18+ mdni, tiny plot & a lot of smut, >2k wrds (I think), cowgirl, fingering, daddy kink (pa & daddy used (idc)), creampie, dacryphilia, dubcon, overstim.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley is completely and utterly exhausted after coming back from a mission. But his sleep schedule is fucked, doesn’t know how he even got a wink of sleep while out in god knows where.

The only thing he knows for a fact will lull his 6’4 build to sleep, is being balls deep in your sopping wet cunt.

He’d get home after a long silent drive, throwing his stuff to the floor, yanking the mask away and brown eyes searching for you.

Usually you meet him at the front door. Taking his things and properly setting them aside before he scoops you up and takes you to the bedroom. Today was different, mainly do to Simon being a day early. You peeked your head from the kitchen, curls falling due to gravity, confused at the sudden noise from the entrance, eyes widening when you see the blonde. Shit, you dont even know managed to say anything out your face hole.

“I- fuck- you’re early Simon.” And he blinks at you. Once. Cocks his head to the side before nodding, “wrapped things up fast to be here.” To be with you. Simon, who used to be able to go away for months at a time and was unbothered by the lack of civilian interaction, now only wanted to be out for a month or two at a time. He had something— no— someone waiting for him at home. A cute little kitten to take care of. He couldn’t leave his pretty thing alone for too long, could he? You were the one thing helping him keep his sanity. He had to be with you.

And he doesn’t say anything else, just goes up the stairs, knowing you’re right behind, following his leisure strides as best as you could.

“Sluggers at my friends till tomorrow, she really wanted to see the old pup.”

“The wash’s makin that weird sound again. I was gonna call the repair man, but you’re here now.”

“I didn’t get a chance to make dinner, but tell me whatever you want when you’re ready. I’ll whip it right up for ya.”

And the man is just barely acknowledging your words as you followed behind him to the bedroom. Grunts of understanding escaping his throat at everything statement, but he wants you to give him a quick rundown of what he’s missed. Just so he can mentally prepare for how to handle it just like he always does.

“Come ‘ere.”

He’s already pulling his clothes off, sitting on the bed of your bedroom, reaching out for you because you’re just not moving fast enough. You’re straddling him, and his hands are slowly making their was down your hips after taking off one of his shirts you had on, to your inner thighs, then grazing the back of his fingers to your underwear— they’re wet. Simon lets out a breathy laugh, “already this wet, haven’t even touched you. Been waitin for me doll?”

Like he didn’t know you were gonna get excited just from seeing him back, he’d had you on this routine even before you two were in a establishment relationship. Get the house all spic and span, stretch yourself out, take a day off from work or two— or three because as soon as he got in the house he was gonna fuck you like no one’s ever seen before. And he’s sliding your panties to the side, slipping two fingers in so they’re knuckle deep and thrusting them right at your spot.

Why so fast, you ask? Well Simons desperate. Desperate to get his aching dick inside the gooey pink walls that’s shapped for him. That doesn’t mean he’s not getting you to cum for him once, get you to melt under his touch was Daddy’s simple muscle memory. He looks away from your pussy, that’s load and soaking his fingers to look up at you who’s covering your mouth. He tsks, slapping your hand away as you whimper.

“Not gonna let me hear you? After I’ve been away soooo long?” He fains a frown, curling his fingers into you more, fingering you faster, harsher, and the butterflies in your stomach build. “Pussy so greedy princess, won’t let me go, she’s callin for me— shit- but you, you won’t even let me hear your pretty voice. You turned into a spoiled bitch? Ungrateful for what I do?”

“N-no sir.”

“No? Then let me hear how much you’ve missed me dollface,” the moans leave your mouth like a second language, your lost in pleasure, grinding your hips against Simons stomach and he hums in delight. Atta girl, what a good girl.

“I wanna- lemme- haa, cum. Pa can I? Nngh Daddy-“

Simon rolls his eyes, flicking your forehead with his free hand, silly thing, “Cut the whinin out ‘nd let it go.”

And you unravel so beautifully, thighs shaking, pulsing around his long fingers, slick drenching them. It’s almost dizzying how good you cum so much so you lose yourself while Simons connected your lips, it’s so sweet. Bewitching, getting you all worked up all over again.

Usually when you’re taking him, he has to give you a swat on the thigh or ass so you dont try to take all of him at once, but you were taking it nice and easy today. Just like he taught you. Slowly taking Simon’s veiny member inch by inch, practically choking his airway by how tight your cunt was. His eyes fluttered closed his eyes, letting out a breath in relief once you bottomed out, tip giving a slight kiss to your cervix. Christ, this was were he was meant to be. Inside your drenched pussy for the rest of his life.

He’s kneading at you hip, other hand caressing your your stomach (freak) up to your jaw.

“Took it so good princess. So fuckin warm, love that shit.”

Awww, he was being sweet.

No actually this time, when you were good by ‘helping him out’ after being away for so long Ghost was soft with you. Praised you, worshiped you, thanking God for letting him get back to your pretty face, sweet voice and mesmerizing cunt. And it’s so slow when you start moving, his head of blonde hair resting on your shoulder, shuddering breaths leaving his mouth. Like a wave, he’s drowning in the feeling. Drowning in you. Addicted to whatever mystical being that you were. He’d drown a million times if it meant being with here in his big arms, holding you so you’d melt into each other.

He didn’t know if he could admit, his precious thing, he needed you. It made him sick thinking of a life without you. He had to have you. Forever and a thousand more years, to hell and back.

“Missed you so much Daddy mmph- so happy you’re b-back,” you gasped, you were completely and utterly full, hips rotating and moving up and down on his length, all you could do was mewl, “Did so good out there baby. Protectin everyone— fuck- protecting me.”

If you thought that the military man didn’t have a praise kink, you’d be absolutely wrong. Your words were like music to his ears, his eyes finding you and that beautiful enthralled in ecstasy face. the real reason he was able to continue in day in and day out doing his job that was fucking his brain up. You were a sign that he was doing something right.

“I’m a baby? Babies protect the world, huh?” his lips curved up.

“y-yeah,” you whined, fuck, you were barley thinking. Babbling.

“Yeah?”

“Yes pa, mmph- you’re my baby.” You sniff, your waterline filling with tears. Even if you’re the one doing all the moving this time, Simons good, too fucking good at making you feel— well— good. And he’s everything. Everything you ever wanted, everything you ever needed, so much so, it doesn’t feel real. His hands are everywhere, pulling, kneeding, nibbling. Focused on getting you there because you felt divine around him, just how you were supposed to be.

“That’s fuckin silly love, can’t be your baby and your daddy, that doesn’t make any sense does it?”

What an annoying brat this man was, you slap at his shoulder as he laughd, pulling you chest to chest, your nipples getting hard from the friction. “D-Don’t tease.”

“You love it, the way youre squeezin me, you definitely fuckin missed it. juuuuust how you love my dick. Shit, wanna make me cum? Don’t you baby? Use me. Ride it just how you want and make your daddy cum.”

And it’s fucking loud as you slam yourself down on him, the clap, clap, clap of your skin colliding together with every movement. You don’t even know how your eyes didn’t glue themselves to the back of your eyelids yet because the way Simon was stretching you out, keeping you niiiice and full as you clawed at his back, you should have. All you can do is gasp as your orgasm takes over you, you try pulling yourself away, but Simons pulling you closer. Whispering, “Shhh, shhh, shhh, it’s okay princess. Feel it. You can handle it.”

You’re a fucked out, mewling mess but still, Simons there. His mouth connecting to your nipples, sucking and biting as his hands on your hips, rutting up into you, he grips your curls with one hand, forcing you to look him in the eyes, “Fuckin move [+], told you to use me.” And it doesn’t matter that you’re exhausted, tears streaming down your face, your hips burning, sobbing that it’s too much. You’re some how, very sloppily, moving your hips because you were Simons good girl, you’d do anything to make him feel just as good as you did.

“Ahuh, that’s girl, my pretty baby girl.” Ghosts practically bruising your hips, groaning at how good your tight cunt is as he plops you up and down on his cock. You feel is length twitch and the tiny movement sends you over the edge again, screaming a pornographic moan as a shit, shit, shit leaves the scarred man’s mouth.

“Fuck meeee baby, that’s it, milk it.”

It’s so soft, light, as Simon cums inside you. His tattooed arms holding onto you like a vice, keeping you steady so you’d take everything he gave you, whispering in your ear of how good you were for your Pa. How he was so happy to be back in your arms. He’d lay you both down as you passed out and bundling you both up in the comforters. All while making sure you stay stuffed with him, because after you both took a much needed rest— Ghost would be back at it by sunrise.

Fucking you like you were the last person on earth.

a/n: would you believe me if I said this has been sitting in my drafts since February? Lmk what you think. Inspo: Cherry Waves by Deftones obvi.

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𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱<3: @figthoughts @tessakate @sevikasblackgf

[cowgirlvi]

mdni. sub-bottom vi. fem-top reader. vaginal sex. strap-on usage. rough sex.

vi masterlist

word count: 1.2k

since the breakup with vi, you’ve heard numerous rumors about her getting around campus, taking girls out on sweet little dates and then fucking them stupid afterwards. it would normally bother you, except you know vi’s pent up, you know she’s not fully satisfied with the sex she’s having, because you know none of these other girls have put in the effort to fuck vi. 

you’ve yet to hear any rumors about these girls stuffing vi’s hole with their cocks, and you know it must be killing her. she’s always had a greedy hole, one that needs constant attention— whether it’s from your tongue, your fingers, or your strap. 

after seeing the types of girls vi has been taking out on dates, you know for a fact that they’re not fucking her—and even if they wanted to, they wouldn’t be able to fuck her right, they wouldn’t be able to fuck her like you do.

so you honestly find this whole situation funny, the way vi is so clearly trying to rub these girls in your face. you’re not falling for her bait, you’re not going to give her a reaction, because there’s nothing to even react to.

which is why you aren’t surprised when vi shows up at your doorstep a week later. her cheeks are flushed and her puppy-dog eyes are round and filled with a mix of conflicting emotions. you almost laugh in her face, but you’re quick to school your emotions.

clearing your throat, you say, “can i help you, vi?”

”i just—i feel bad about the way things ended between us,” vi replies. god, her eyes are so blue, so full of hope and desperation. she longs for you to fuck her, that you’ll finally make the ache go away, the one that’s been tormenting her little pussy.

”mmm, you do?” you tap your manicured nails against your front door, appearing bored and uninterested. “will that be all, vi?” you ask, already beginning to shut your door.

vi is quick to shove her hand against your door with a loud thud, pushing it open and then peering at you with eyes suddenly full of shame. “baby, i—fuck, i miss you, okay?” she finally admits.

you smile. you already knew that.

which explains how vi ended up in your bed, the pink sheets a ruffled mess, her clothes flung across the room, and her muscular frame a trembling mess on your mattress. she’s laying on her back, holding her legs up to her chest, her cute pussy on full display, and your strap is pressed inside her to the hilt.

you can reach so deep inside her in this position, you can hit all the spots that make her shake, that make her cry and scream. not to mention, the view of her cunt swallowing you whole, her fluttering hole drowning your cock in her tangy juices. 

you can see the desperation in every line of her body, the way she’s aching to be used. it’s a sight that would have once filled you with jealousy and possessiveness if anyone else were to see it, but now as you stare down at vi, all you want to do is laugh at her, to coo at how pathetic she looks.

”you missed me, huh?” you say, driving your hips forward with a rough thrust. “that’s funny, baby. i heard you’ve been keeping pretty busy.”

vi goes crosseyed when you slam against her cunt, a strangled moan escaping her pouty lips. “mmffuck!”

you run a finger along vi’s slit while keeping a steady pace with your strap, feeling the slick, warm heat of her arousal. vi shudders at the touch, her hips twitching forward slightly, seeking more contact. you giggle, knowing that no matter how many girls vi brought home, no matter how many times she tried to replace you... nothing could compare to this.

”fuck, baby, your pussy’s a mess. none of those girls knew how to take care of this greedy cunt, did they?”

vi immediately shakes her head, mindlessly moaning. “ahh, only y-you—it’s only ever been you—unhh—i swear!“

you know vi too well, you know her body better than vi knows it herself. you know that vi needs to be stretched, to be filled, to be used hard and fast and without mercy. and judging by the desperate—borderline anguished—look on vi’s face, you were right to assume that none of those other girls could give her what she craved.

vi’s feet bob aimlessly in the air, her legs spread as wide as her flexibility allows her to, and she looks like an easy whore— she looks like the type of dumb slut that would be desperate enough to beg some rando on the street to fill her up.

”poor baby,” you coo down at her. “you just needed me to take care of you all this time.”

”yes, yes, fuck! need you, uuuh—“

you relish in the desperation in vi’s voice. you know you have vi right where you want her, trembling and needy, craving the one thing no one else can give her.

the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by vi’s high, breathy moans and grunts. you know you’re hitting all the right spots, know that you’re fucking vi in a way no one else will ever be able to replicate. she’s stuck with you forever.

"fuck, baby... you're so tight," you groan, your hips never faltering in their relentless rhythm. “your pussy is sucking on me so hard—mmf—can’t get enough, can you?”

her creamy pussy is hugging your strap like a vise and you relish in the way her body spasms around you. you know vi is addicted to this feeling, to the delicious mix of pleasure and pain that only you can give her, to the way you stir up her guts. it’s a high she can’t find anywhere else, a blissful oblivion that vi has been desperately chasing ever since your breakup.

you watch in dark satisfaction as vi’s tough, muscular body goes pliant and soft underneath you, all because she’s filled with cock. vi’s a fucked-out disaster; her abs twitching and flexing, her arms trembling as she tries to hold her legs back for you, her thick thighs quivering.

”ohh—hnnnggff! fuck, fuck, i’m gonna come!” vi sobs, her back arching harshly, her tits bouncing obscenely with every slam of your hips. her voice is raspy and she looks sinful.

you grip vi’s waist hard enough to leave bruises as you piston your hips impossibly faster, her wetness splashing between the two of you. vi’s eyes roll back in her head, her tongue hanging out stupidly as she surrenders to the intense pleasure radiating from her core. 

“come for me, vi. who knows, ahh, if i’ll ever wanna fuck you again after this, so you better come right fucking now,” you threaten.

it’s like a flip switches within her because suddenly vi’s body seizes beneath you, as if she has no choice but to obey. she’s squealing and gasping as her body tenses and shakes at the same time, her thighs trying to close around you, but you’re quick to shove her legs back open; you’re determined to wring out every last drop of pleasure.

“mmffagh! holy fuuck—ahhh! yes, yes, please!”

it’s the most devastating orgasm of her life.

(2/3/25)

[unluckiestmember]

Arcane x Ransom! Reader

Summary: How would the Arcane characters react if the reader was held for ransom?

Characters: Jinx/Powder, Violet "Vi", Caitlyn Kiramman, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Sevika, Silco and Licker (mention).

Warning: Slight cursing and suggestive themes/implied sexual themes.

A/N: I literally got the idea for this request from Helluva Boss, particular episode 6 of season 2. I hope you all enjoy this though, I know I did!

Powder/Jinx

“You have who?! Where are they?!… You want me to pay you for them? Oh I’ll pay you alright!”

Jinx doesn’t take the idea of you getting hurt lightly. She already is super overprotective of her little trinket, so when she heard that you were being held for a price, she wasted no time grabbing Pow-Pow, Zapper and a bunch of chompers to aid her in her “heroic rescue” for her princess/prince. As soon as she is where you are held, you don’t have to see her to know she’s there for you. Don’t expect any talking, just laughter and hollers followed by gunfire, screams for mercy and explosions.

Before you know it, the Loose Cannon is standing in front of you, pulling you into the tightest hug ever and dressing your face with kisses. She will ask you countless questions while freaking out, beating herself up over you being in such a position. But when she feels you touch her and assure her you’re okay, she’s on cloud nine. As soon as she laces the area with bombs to blow it to kingdom come, she’s back at her hideout, being super affectionate and touchy the entire night. Don’t expect anyone to be touching you for months unless they want their head blown off.

Violet “Vi”

“… What?… You… You just pissed off the wrong woman.”

First word that you were kidnapped, Vi wasted no time hunting your captors down and beating them to a bloody pulp. The woman is like a bull seeing red knowing you were somewhere cold and scared away from home and her arms. So until you were back to her, anyone was able to get a personal greeting from the pink haired fighter. Vi is pretty merciful, but in situations like this, she isn’t afraid to push the envelope by giving life threatening injuries to the bastards that hurt you.

When she found you, she didn’t bother asking any questions or giving any money to your kidnappers, unless they counted a mouthful of fists and kicks as payment enough. When she’s done with her punishment, she’ll immediately scoop you into her arms and take the both of you back home, where she checks you for injuries and asks if you are okay. Please comfort her. She may act all tough and cool, but the situation scared her due to thinking she lost you just like everyone else. As soon as she knows you are alright, she’ll promise no one will ever do that to you again.

Caitlyn Kiramman

“You kidnapped Y/N? Why would- Who do you think you are? You better let them go right now!”

Caitlyn was used to people being kidnapped on the job, having to save them or negotiate with criminals for their safety. But she would have never imagined such a thing happening to you of all people. When she was told you were being held for ransom, she understandably panicked before taking deep breaths and thinking of how to get you back to her. The enforcer can easily scrounge up the money for you to be freed, because you were more important than any coin that reaches her pockets.

So when she arranges a meeting with your kidnappers and finds you so scared, she finds it hard to stop herself from grabbing you and making a run for it. If the kidnappers pull a fast one on her though, all bets are off and bullets are flying. When she has you back, she will watch you like a hawk and be on the defensive for a while. But if you assure her enough that you are okay, she will lighten up. On the bright side, after the incident she’s more romantic and spends more time with you in and out of work.

Viktor

“Look, I’m sure we can talk about this. I’ll get you the money, just. Please don’t hurt them…”

Viktor beat himself up when he heard you were taken away from him for monetary purposes. He just doesn’t understand how he would let this happen- How he would let someone easily take you under his nose and put you in harm’s way?! He could’ve waddled in his sorrows, but he couldn’t. He had to save you and he had to act fast! It would hurt him, but he would ask for assistance from Jayce and the council if he can. And if they can’t help him? Well. Maybe it was time to break out those so-called dangerous machines Heimerdinger warned him against using.

When he finds you, he’s wasting no time trying to negotiate a way around matters so you could be freed. And if those negotiations don’t go according to plan, then he’ll use his machinery and his brain to outsmart the criminals into freeing you. When you are back together, he’ll just. Hold you. Like you are a precious gemstone. He’ll promise you this will never happen again. No one will ever lay their hands on you again…

Jayce Talis

“Is this supposed to scare me? If anything, you should be the one scared- Do you know who I am?!”

Jayce does not take threats lightly, especially when it comes to his family, friends and his loved ones. As soon as he was told you were held for Ransom, he let his anger and determination to get you back fuel him to do anything to send a message and bring you back to safety. You will immediately know your boyfriend got the message because in a matter of hours, enforcers are barging into the area you were held like they were entering a war, shooting, punching and slamming anyone who got in their way from their goal; You.

And Jayce is in the middle of it all, swinging his hammer without remorse before running to your rescue as your knight in shining armor. As soon as you grab his hand, he’s walking you back to his place casually through the enforcers destroying everything in their sights and leaving a message for the assholes that took you; Never. Ever. Touch the councilman’s lover. Don’t expect to go anywhere without guards following you if Jayce isn’t, whether you want to or not. Jayce just can’t take the chance for you to be taken again. Is it extreme? Yes. But it was worth it.

Sevika

“Ransom? Seriously? Please, that’s nothing. And I’m about to show you why.”

When it comes to ransom, Sevika wasn’t new to having her friends or past lovers be kidnapped for money. So when she heard you were being held hostage, she casually grabbed her poncho, fixed her arm for a brawl and headed outside to round her co-workers up. When she found you and the ones that took you, she wasted no time kicking in the doors and sicking her co-workers on everyone before she made her way towards you after knocking some skulls in. She’ll ask if you are okay and especially check you for any injuries before grabbing you and joking how you found yourself in this predicament.

The fight rages on as soon as she places you outside for safety. Saving you wasn’t enough. No, she needed everyone to know that when someone messes with you, they have to deal with her and the rest of Zaun. When everything is over and done, Sevika will take you both back home and treat any injuries you want before kissing your cheek and simply talking as if you weren’t kidnapped to begin with. If you think she doesn’t care, then hoo boy. The way she’ll treat you that night in bed will make you think otherwise.

Silco

“Hmm… If I were you, I’d beg for mercy when I get there…”

Silco is never one to be threatened because he’s always the one making the threats. Hearing about you being held for Ransom made him immediately go on the move to round up Sevika to follow him in bringing you back to him. If he gets there and doesn’t find you anywhere, he will deliver a silent signal to bring the house down. But if you are present, then he won’t need violence to be delivered by his Right Hand. He’ll just need to put the fear of gods into your kidnapper.

He’ll paint them a picture of how he’ll find their families and let them listen to the melody of their bones breaking. How he’ll have Licker carve paintings into their bodies and let them choke on their own blood as they beg for mercy. What do they think of that? They wouldn’t like that at all. As a matter of fact, they would hate it so much that they would release you and fade from existence right there. As soon as you are back to Silco, he’s going to take you back home as if this was only a minor inconvenience. But as soon as you two are behind closed doors, he can’t help from keeping his hands to himself and make promises against your skin.

If you have any requests for Arcane, X-Men '97 or Blue Eye Samurai, send them my way!

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay safe, stay hydrated and have a good day!

[radiant-reid]

24 Hours

request: a blurb where he actually gets mad at JJ when she confesses to love him but doesn't really say anything at the moment. But then when he introduces reader to the team as his girlfriend, JJ is being kinda rude to her. She tries to tell him she doesn't like her, that she's not good for him. And spencer gets mad and protective👀 maybe he even throws a "i'm going to marry her, whether you like it or not".

a/n: my return piece !!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

Word Count: 2.2k

Spencer sees red when he walks out of the jewelry store after shooting the unsub.

JJ is the first girl he has ever asked out, someone he pined over for years after her subtle rejection at the Redskins game. He understood her reasoning. It would have been impractical for them to add relationship highs and lows to everything the BAU has been through over fourteen years, and that's if they stayed together. If they hadn't, things would have been even more complicated.

Also she just generally didn't like him that way. Or so he thought.

It didn't mean she wasn't his ideal for many years. His first love, who had so many traits he didn't have that he desperately wanted.

His confirmation he would be unlucky in love came after that with Maeve, who he once again thought could be the one for him. And then he realized that maybe the person for him had been taken away from him.

Then he met Y/n, and it all seemed worth it. All those terrible nights of crying and feeling like he would forever be alone, all the times he was the only single one on the team, knowing everyone was going home to someone they loved unconditionally and relied on for support.

She's the sun and the moon, and he fell in love so fast he couldn't stop it. Luckily, she did too.

Until JJ fucked it up.

The truth she had to tell to get them out alive dropped an atomic bomb on his newly formed life plans.

Spencer doesn't speak to her that night as they finish their recounts and reports. She leaves it out, though, he discovers, opting to write the secret about her miscarriage instead of confessing her love for her best friend and the godfather of her kids.

It messes with his head the whole way home. He can't sleep on the jet, even if he wanted to as he tried to work out what he was feeling.

All JJ does is send him pleading looks, and all he does is get angry because how dare she do this now? After she had fifteen years of them working together, all those chances to tell him how she felt.

He would have married and had a family with her, the family he always wanted. It's always stayed in the back of his head for so long, and just as he sees someone else in that role in his dreams, she drudges all of it back up.

It's such a long flight, and he taps his foot the whole way while staring out the window, not even able to read.

He goes to Y/n's. He's not sure what he's going to say, how much of it he's going to tell her, but he needs to see her to cool off the fury boiling out of him.

"Hey, handsome." She calls out when he walks in the door as cheerful as ever.

He feels a pit of guilt sink into his stomach because he can't tell her without ruining everything they delicately have put together. Maybe it's wrong to lie by omission, but his brain keeps coming back to fault. And it's JJ's fault. She's the one who's jeopardizing everything.

"Hi, gorgeous." He replies, walking into the living room to find her laying on the couch, book in her hands and her head on the armrest. He's reminded how accurate the petname he calls her by is when he's taken off guard by her breathless beauty. "How are you liking it?" He asks.

"It's good." She answers, putting the book down. "But that's because it's very you."

She gets up, meeting him behind the couch to cup his jaw, stroking over his skin and staring into his eyes for a moment before kissing him properly.

He relaxes into it, the tension in his shoulders easing and his brain slowing down for a moment. It's heavenly, as always, and it's what being loved is meant to feel like.

"How was your case?" She asks when she pulls back, still not daring to move too far away from him.

He tenses instantly at that, totally readable behavior, but he's got to perfect excuse to play it off. "It was rough." He holds out his bandaged hand that he's been avoiding showing her. "I got hurt."

"Shit." She straightens up, noticing how big it looked. "What happened?"

"Cut it on glass." He answers, not going as far as to say where he was when it occurred. "I'm fine, though. Promise."

She nods, reassured. "We've got to be up in, like, six hours, you know?" She reminds him of the time.

With the amount of coffee and adrenaline in his system, he barely registered it was already past 2 in the morning. Usually, they would have stayed in LA for the night, but being home in time for Rossi's wedding trumped a good night of sleep for everyone.

"Can I sleep here?" He wonders, awkwardly looking down at his feet.

"Duh. I'm not going to kick you out and make you come pick me up so we can go tomorrow morning." She jokes. "Picked up your suit, too. You're going to look very handsome."

Spencer grins because she seriously can't get more perfect. She still feels so unattainable, but he'd do anything to make sure he doesn't lose her.

He really should tell her, but he can't. Not right now.

Y/n snaps him out of it. "Bedtime now?"

"Please." He agrees gratefully, keeping his arms wrapped around her while they walk to her bedroom.

He keeps her close while they go through the motions of getting ready for bed. Spencer quickly sheds his suit and both of them brush their teeth.

His head is on the pillow for only a few seconds before he's asleep, and she follows soon after.

The alarm going off isn't as much of a problem when Spencer is lying in bed next to her, arm wrapped around her waist. It's one of the things she misses a lot when he's away.

"Hi, beautiful," Spencer whispers, a husky voice as always. He's glad he fell asleep quickly, not having wanted to sit up thinking about the stupid things JJ has said. He just couldn't understand why it was coming up now. Sleep provided absolutely no clarity.

She grins at him. "Hi."

"Are you ready for today?" He asks softly.

"A little nervous," Y/n admits. The BAU is his family after all. His mom is there but the BAU has been where he's spent most of his life for the last 15 years.

"They'll love you." Because I love you. Spencer assures her.

She smiles softly, feeling a little better. "Let's get up then."

Spencer agrees, not before planting a few kisses on her lips and hugging her tightly.

They get ready side by side, feeling a great sense of domesticity. She's never gotten close to someone as quickly as she has with Spencer. Somehow, it's not scary that it's happened this way.

"Wow, you're very gorgeous," Spencer tells her as she touches up the final strand of her hair, adding enough hairspray that it won't fall out. He stands in the doorway of the bathroom, admiring her. "Wow."

"Thank you." Y/n spins around to look at him in his deep maroon suit. It matches her dress color which she agrees looks very nice on her. "And you're very handsome."

"Ready? The car is coming soon." He says.

She nods, fixing her bracelet. "Let's do it."

There are still some nerves as the car takes them to the venue. Spencer does a good job of assuring her it'll be okay, his hand like a magnet to her thigh. He seems slightly off like there's something out of place, but she shrugs it off. She hopes he's being cute and afraid his friends still say something embarrassing.

The venue and interior are exquisite as they make their way in. She takes a deep breath before they come across the man of the day, welcoming everyone at the entrance. She has no doubt that the value of the artwork in this room totals her apartment and everything in it.

"Spencer." Rossi, supposably, greets him in a tight hug.

"This is my girlfriend, Y/n." Spencer introduces them.

As she expects, and as she was warned about by Spencer, Rossi pulls her in for a hug, immediately calming her nerves with his warm greeting. "It's so nice to meet you. This one won't stop talking about you." Rossi jokes, nodding at an increasingly reddening Spencer.

"It's nice to meet you too." She smiles. "Thank you for inviting me."

Rossi nods. "Of course, it's a pleasure."

And then the rest of the introductions begin. Everyone's so kind, like she expected. She's seen photos and heard stories but everyone seems to have more personality than he conveyed. She's quickly fast friends with Penelope and Tara who do their absolute best to make sure Y/n's feeling comfortable.

It's how she ends up being dragged onto the dance floor after the ceremony. Once the alcohol starts flowing, there's no more anxiousness left and some extroverted spirit has been brought out.

Spencer's not one to dance, but he's one to admire. Only Y/n, though. She looks angelic, despite the old-style dance moves.

He's so wrapped up in watching her that he doesn't register JJ's heels on the ground as she approaches him. It's only when she sits next to him that his head turns around to face her.

He waits for her to speak first. Hopefully, provide some explanation.

"Spencer." She says his name softly, almost like how he used to imagine she'd say it if they were together. Much to his surprise, she doesn't go into any detail about the bomb she'd dropped less than 24 hours ago. "I'm worried about you."

He doesn't hide his scoff. "Worried about me?" He repeats.

She goes for another tactic, trying not to get him mad. "You don't think you're rushing into this?"

"Rushing into what, Jennifer?" He spits back, snapping to anger. Using her first name drives the point home, almost unnecessarily when he sounds so angered.

"You know what I mean." She continues. "You've only been talking about her for a few weeks and now she's here."

He can't fathom that she'd suggest he's rushing into a relationship. He's been careful and deliberate, but Y/n's safe, and she's proved it time and time again.

"She's been part of my life for 6 months." Spencer fact-checks her. "And you said I seemed happier since I met her."

JJ stalls, regrouping before trying another angle. "She's just not what I expected. Is she really the type you should be with?"

"What does that mean?" Spencer states, more furious than ever. There's a chance he will fully snap at her and he wouldn't be sorry.

"I feel like you should be with someone extroverted." She suggests. "You know, someone to get you out of your shell."

Spencer needs a deep breath. "You're not being a good friend right now." He tells her much more calmly. There's not one thing he doesn't love about Y/n, whether she's more on the extroverted or introverted side."I'm going to marry her, whether you like it or not." It's not even what he expected to come out of his mouth.

"Spence-" JJ tries again to reason with him.

"No, don't you dare," Spencer says firmly. "You flew back and forth from New Orleans so many times to see Will, without telling us once and we were all accepting of your relationship. If you don't like my relationship, I don't care. But it's not too soon for me to know. We can talk about what you told me later, but for now, I'm going to dance with my girlfriend." Without another word, he gets up and walks off, leaving her a little gobsmacked.

Y/n frowns at him as he approaches the dance floor. "Are you okay?" She checks.

"More than okay," Spencer tells her with a soft smile.

"Dance with me then." She says, mirroring her smile and holding out her hand.

"I'd love to." He takes her hand just as a slow song comes on for them to sway together.

JJ gets ignored by him for the rest of the night, something unnoticed by Y/n but purposeful by Spencer. But it's fun. So much fun. And he's sure he wouldn't be having as much fun had Y/n not been there. She truly makes his day.

They're in the car later that night, parked near her apartment, ice cream eaten on the trip home. "I'm in love with you," Spencer admits when her laughter falls off after he tells a joke.

It's not a word they've said before.

Her expression is of pure shock, but joy quickly creeps in. "I'm in love with you too." She tells him, grinning.

And it's an entirely better confession than the one he heard 24 hours ago.

[cranberry-cherry6]

Waking her up with head Warnings: pre-established consent, oral sex, somnophilia, mentions of fingering and strapon use

Vi who put in work last night giving you orgasm after orgasm. Head, fingering, with her strap as the last course. Let's just say that after all that you didn't have enough energy to even get to the bathroom much less reciprocate, all of your murmured arguments were swiftly shut down.

 “you’ll get me next time, sweetheart, no sweat” she cooed pressing a firm yet gentle kiss to your forehead. You were knocked out within minutes.

And now that it’s morning, a few rays of sunlight making their way through your cheap curtains, just coming out of the best sleep you've had in weeks, the sight of vi’s relaxed face as she lays on her back brings butterflies to your stomach. 

Turning to face her while bringing a hand up to trace her freckles you really couldn't help but feel the heat in your core brewing. I mean what's the point of having a gorgeous girlfriend if you can't love on her. 

Lifting the worn duvet to expose her breasts, watching her pink nipples harden in the cool air. Slowly sitting up to press barely there kisses against them, trailing them down her stomach. Never looking away from her face to catch any and every reaction. It was incredible to watch someone so guarded let their walls down. 

It filled your chest with joy to be able to play a part in her feeling safe, here, in your small home. These thoughts just filled you with passion, kisses becoming more firm and fast paced. Sliding between her relaxed thighs, lifting one over your shoulder for better access.

You were faced with her gorgeous exposed sex, soft pink hair, pretty clit in all it's glory.

You didn't want to wake her up abruptly, starting by blowing cool air on her twitching clit. Then leaning down to press a soft open mouthed kiss to it before moving down to her entrance,  Repeating the back and forth motion a few times, before pressing your tongue flat against it in a slow drag. 

That gave you a furrowed brow paired with a soft sigh. You couldn't take your eyes off her even if you tried. Every movement caught in the weight of your gaze, trying to further her reactions. At this point you had lost all regard for waking her and had moved to kissing her pretty pussy the way you would during one of your passionate makeouts. Your hunger, insatiable, fed by the thought of her orgasm. 

Finally her eyes opened immediately looking down, gaze heavy with sleep and want. It’s only a small moment of heady shock before a cocky smirk is stretched over her lips.

“What a way to wake up” she sighs, a small moan tumbling out of her mouth at the increase of your pace, now that she's awake the last bit of your restraint is gone.

And it’s not long before you can feel her approaching orgasm. 

“ah shiiit” “f-f-uck….that’s it baby, don't stop"

 “im gonna cuum”

Her fingers reach down to lace into your hair, holding you right where she needs. The pressure snaps, her thighs clenching around you, bordering on suffocation. 

Only letting you come up for sure after her orgasm just running on fumes. 

“m'sorry, honey come here” she’s still catching her breath as she uses her big strong arms to pull you up to lay on her. 

Pressing her lips to yours in a filthy kiss, tasting herself on you. 

You break the kiss just to litter her face and neck in at least 50 more. Causing her to let out a soft chuckle and press her nose right into cheek trying to get some of her own in. 

Finally, relaxing back into her pillow with a deep breath and smile on her face. You follow in her lead letting your muscles relax and your head rest against her sternum where you place one final kiss.

“Told you I was going get you back” you whispered wiping a hand over your mouth.

“Yea, yea you got me good, I thought you'd be fast asleep still, it looked like you were never gonna get back up last night” you scoff at her response, cocky as ever, like you didn't just have her cross eyed. 

Like she knew you were rearing up to sass her back, she took one of her large hands using it to draw big soothing circles along your spine. 

Honestly the fact that she knew that, that would calm you right down was another point of irritation, but you decided that you were in fact actually still tired from last night and the petty back and forth could wait till later, when you were both more awake and looking through whatever scraps were left in your fridge for breakfast. 

Being able to tell that you were getting ready to go back to snoozeville she pulled the discarded duvet back up over both of you. Deciding that while shes would usually be up, ready to seize the day by now, that early morning orgasm had cleared her mind and made her just a bit sleepy. 

The steady thump of her heart beneath your ear lulling you to sleep. While the warm pressure of your body against hers, like a weighted blanket had the same effect on her.

The day would still be there after a quick late morning snooze.

[priceinjection]

OlderBf!Simon x CollegeStudent!Reader

Kept writing this in my head, finally wrote it down. Could be something, could be nothing

Cw: mostly fluff and domestic goodness, reference to 18+ themes, allusions to Simon sharing Reader with tf141

Olderbf!Simon is quiet and observant. Yes that means he’s often an excellent listener for his chatty little Bird, and notices things about you that you don’t even notice about yourself. That also means he knows exactly when you don’t want to talk. Your brow furrows in that way that he secretly finds amusing,  your lips are pressed in an impossibly thin line. He doesn’t mind when you don’t want to talk, silence with you is just as good as listening to you talk for hours

Introducing him to your friends was…interesting to say the least. You knew the age gap alone would make them skeptical. So Simon did what any logical person would do. He took you and your friends out to a really nice restaurant and got all of you your own bouquets. 

Simon will ALWAYS walk you home from your evening classes, clubs that get out late, rehearsals, anything you got going on. If its dark out he’s waiting outside ever so patiently “not safe for a pretty thing like you to walk alone” (when he’s away on a mission he will arrange for an escort from someone he’s vetting and trusts) 

When he stays with you at your dorm he’s attached to you like velcro. He follows you down to the laundry room and of course sends an especially deadly look to the hockey player who dared to look at you for a moment too long in the hallway

Simon’s heart damn near jumped out of his chest when you played him one of your favorite playlists and it was full of songs he liked at your age (you didn’t have the heart to tell him that your dad introduced that music to you, he was just so happy!)

Simon doesn’t mind when you go out to college parties without him “m’too old for that young crowd anyway” he’d say. He loves watching you get ready and put on outfits are that are far too revealing, he’s not intimidated by college boys and trusts you. Besides, he’ll be there at the end of the night to make sure you and all of your friends get home safe. He takes you to his place though, you were just so cute and needy and he’d hate to keep your roommates up all night. 

He loooovvveeees seeing you wear his clothes, doesn’t matter your size he’s so large you’re swimming in his shirts no matter what. He loves it a little extra when you leave his place to go to classes sporting a shirt with his last name plastered in all caps on the back. 

He attends all of your events. Don’t try hiding them from him, he’ll find out and be there no matter what you say. You BEG him to stop coming after one of your professors asked if he was your father right before you unknowingly walked over and planted a big kiss on his lips, he does not comply with your wishes. He liked the shock and borderline horror on your professors face.

Simon spoils you, he buys your textbooks and if you need extra money for food or supplies it’s being transferred to you before you even get the chance to say no. It’s not just necessities though! He learns all of your interests and you get plenty of gifts related to them all of the time.

Once your friends got comfortable with Simon he was automatically invited to every girls night at the local collage bar. His presence alone kept the creeps away so you and your friends could have fun. Not to mention he always picks up the tab before any of you realize and drives everyone home safely. 

When he talks about you to his team they all get a little too invested a little too fast. Soap and Gaz constantly asking to see pictures of you “said she did something new with her hair” or some other excuse slipping past their lips. Price was more subtle about his attraction to you, quietly soaking up every story Simon cared to share. He’s the first to volunteer when Simon isn’t able to pick you and your friends up from a party, not that Simon would trust Soap or Gaz with the job.

It’s not lost on Simon when the boys start asking “how’s our Birdie” instead of “how’s your Birdie” He doesn’t mind, a small smirk always tugging on his lips. One day he surprises them with “She’s great, finally wants to meet you lot.”  Technically you hadn’t said that yet,  but Simon highly doubted you’d turn down the opportunity to have three additional men around his age fawning all over you.

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.✧༺♥༻∞.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・

A/N: Hello! first post! yay!! I promise these will get better as I find my groove and niche😭 for now please enjoy this stream of consciousness that wouldn't leave my brain

P.S: my lovely friend who pre-read this for me requested a part two immediately with more of the other boys and some more explicit thoughts and concept so keep your eyes peeled for that