#that dad is gonna come back in the sequel

[lecliss]

OO has me in a fucking vice grip with the urge to lunge at Seph's throat!!!!!!! I can't fucking believe he convinced Kadaj to join him!!!!!! I'm gonna go fucking feral!!!! Leave my sonboy alone!!!!! He has no free will!!! He keeps being used for what Jenova wants cuz of the cells and he keeps being used by Seph as a remnant!!! Daj can never truly have something of his own accord cuz of the very meaning of his existence!!!!! He can never be an individual cuz of them, but without them he wouldn't exist!!!! LET HIM BE HIS OWN PERSON!!!!

And to top it off, Team Ninja dangles a Loz and Yazoo tease in my face after I just said I need Kadaj to have his real brothers back!!!! FUCK!!!! I FUCKING HATE FINAL FANTASY!!!!!!!

[livwritesstuff]

Eddie is holed up in the office of his and Steve’s home working on some writing when he notices an odd kind of commotion coming from upstairs.

Now, he and Steve have three daughters under the age of ten, so commotion is pretty much a baseline for them, but it’s odd because it sounds like Steve might actually be involved this time, and that makes it especially weird because Eddie was pretty sure that Steve was taking the kids to see a movie to give Eddie a few hours to maybe hit that word count goal (he probably won't, but whatever).

It's just about odd enough for Eddie to go investigate further and, indeed, he finds a very much ticked-off Steve standing outside of their middle daughter Robbie’s closed bedroom door.

“What the hell is going on?” Eddie asks.

Steve rounds on him. 

“She’s driving me insane,” Steve says, “That kid is you in a seven-year-old’s body, and I’m going insane.”

“Wait, can you…” Ed shook his head, “What’s happening?”

“I thought it would be fun to take the girls to that new Nanny McPhee movie because they liked the first one, right?” he starts

“Sure.”

“The second – the second – I suggested it, Robbie starts ranting and raving. Ed, do you know what she said to me? 

“Oh god,” Eddie said warily, “What’d she say?”

“She said sequels aren’t passion projects, Papa. They’re just for money. Who the fuck do you think she learned that one from, Ed?”

And yeah, shit, that might be Eddie’s bad.

“Whatever,” Steve says before Eddie has a chance to respond, “So she doesn’t wanna go – that’s fine – but, shocker, the other two still want to go, and just as we’re walking out the door, Robbie demands that we wait for her because she actually does want to come and now,” Steve pauses to hold in a laugh as Robbie scutters out of her room in the direction of the bathroom, one shoe on and an earring half-in, “Now we’re gonna be so fuckin’ late because this one can’t just throw on a sweatshirt and get in the car.”

Eddie knows for a fact that Robbie had spent the entire weekend in the same pajamas she’d worn to bed on Friday night, but now she’s donned a denim dress with a red t-shirt and black tights underneath. She’s got black combat boots on her feet (just one at the moment, actually), and she’s wearing the leather jacket Eddie had found at a thrift shop in New York to complete the ensemble.

“Look at this kid,” Steve says, following Robbie into the bathroom and watching as she tried to fix her earring with one hand and her hair with the other, “Robbie, it’s August. It’s almost ninety degrees outside. Maybe think about ditching the leather.”

“I don’t care,” she fires back, “It’s about the look, Papa.”

“We’re going to a movie theater. It’ll be pitch black. Nobody will be looking at anything other than the movie. Let’s go.”

But Robbie is already pushing past him with a belligerent, “Outta my way. I gotta get another necklace.”

Steve manages to snag Robbie by the back of her jacket and swing her up into his arms.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” he says as Robbie furiously tries to squirm out of his grip to no avail, “Oh, I’m Robbie and I’m four feet tall and I get up-in-arms about everything and I’m gonna wear a leather jacket in August even though I once got heat exhaustion at the mall and gave her dad a fuckin’ heart attack.”

Robbie is in giggling hysterics by the time Steve ends his onslaught of mockery and puts her down.

“What do you think?” Steve asks, “You ready to go?”

“Yeah,” she says, and then she asks, “Can you help me find my other shoe?”

“And now she’s asking me for shit,” Steve comments in disbelief as Robbie ducks back into her room. He looks at Eddie, “Seriously, you need to call Wayne and apologize for everything you must have put him through.”

“Alright.”

[valkyrieromanoff]

BED CHEM (18+): JAMES KELLY X READER

summary: James is your neighbor at the trailer park, he sees you washing your trailer, and he offers to help. One hand washes the other, and you find yourself in a pleasant situation.

warnings: sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), semi public sex, porn without plot.

word count: 3.4 k

n/a: after making my dad watch 'American Heist' with me, for no other reason than to be able to watch Hayden Christensen for an hour and a half... I remembered why I have such a huge crush on this man, and poor James, he just wanted to open a mechanic shop, he suffered so much, poor thing.

anyway, I couldn't resist the opportunity to write something self-indulgent, so I hope you like it, comment if you liked it or if you would read a sequel? Kisses 💖

p.s: probably the most obscene thing I've ever written, but I liked it anyway

The sun blazed in a wide expanse of blue, with only a few wisps of clouds drifting lazily overhead. After days of relentless rain that left nothing but thick puddles of mud and a layer of grime clinging to every surface, the clear sky felt like a rare gift. It was the perfect day for a deep clean, to scrub away the muck that had built up around the trailer.

You sighed, glancing at the cluttered mess outside. Your mother had disappeared again, off to deal with whatever trouble your grandmother had stirred up this time, leaving you alone to face the chore. With a reluctant huff, you knew there was no escaping it; the task would fall to you, as always.

Changing into an old white shirt and a pair of faded blue shorts —clothes you didn’t mind soaking —you grabbed the hose and filled a bucket with water. The warmth of the sun kissed your skin as you stepped outside, your feet crunching against the gravel beneath you. You set the bucket down with a small splash and grabbed a sponge, beginning to scrub the window in steady, determined circles.

James lets out a low whistle, his blue eyes sweeping over you with a playful gleam. "Well, would you look at that," he drawls, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"James!" you exclaim, quickly crossing your arms over your chest, caught off guard by his sudden appearance. He must have snuck up on you; you hadn’t even heard him coming. "Do you always have to sneak around like that?"

He chuckles, his gaze never leaving you. "Can't help it, princess. You’re putting on quite a show." He takes a step closer, his lips curling into a grin as he licks them. "Why don’t you let me give you a hand?" His eyes dart to the trailer, where the mess still looms large. "Looks like you could use some help."

You huff, rolling your eyes. "Oh, really? And what do you know about cleaning?" You shoot back, eyeing him skeptically. James’s trailer couldn’t exactly be described as spotless—tidy at best. You can’t even remember the last time he gave it a proper clean; the rusty notes separating his trailer from the others speak for themselves.

He shrugs with a teasing smile. "More than you’d think, princess. And let’s be honest, you’re not gonna clean all this up on your own." He leans in a little closer, lowering his voice. "But I’m not doing it for free. I help you with the trailer, and you owe me one."

Your brow furrows, suspicion evident in your voice. "What kind of favor are we talking about?"

James grins, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Use that imagination of yours."

"I’m not helping you sell drugs, James," you snap, too quickly, not wanting any trouble with the police.

He throws his head back, laughing, his tattooed hand scratching the back of his neck. "Oh, come on, you think I’m that predictable?" He leans in closer, his grin widening. "I was thinking of a different kind of favor."

You feel a flush creep up your cheeks, catching his implication. "I’m not sleeping with you," you declare firmly.

He shrugs, the smug smile still playing on his lips. "Your choice. But just so you know, I can be pretty persuasive." He steps even closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing rumble. "And who knows, you might even enjoy it."

You chew on your lip, weighing your options. On one hand, you could definitely use the help with the trailer; on the other, making a deal with James Kelly, your older, flirtatious neighbor, seemed like a gamble. But then again, what choice did you have? "Fine," you finally say, meeting his gaze with a challenging look. "Just help me clean the trailer, and I’ll owe you one."

James grins, extending his hand with a playful flourish. "Deal, princess. Let’s make this place sparkle."

You uncross your arms, a smirk tugging at your lips as you bend down to grab a sponge from the bucket of water. Without warning, you fling it right at his chest, soaking his shirt. "Sparkle, huh?" you tease, before turning back to scrubbing the trailer window.

James looks down at the wet sponge now stuck to his chest, then back up at you, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Well, look at that. Already trying to get me out of my clothes? I like the way you think.”

You roll your eyes, but a small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth despite yourself. “Keep dreaming, James.”

He chuckles, taking the sponge and slowly squeezing out the excess water, droplets trickling down his arm. “Maybe I already am, princess,” he teases, his voice low and suggestive.

He falls in beside you, picking up another sponge and getting to work. Despite his earlier teasing, he starts scrubbing with surprising efficiency, moving in smooth, quick motions. Every now and then, he throws in a wink or a cheeky comment, but he sticks to his word and focuses on the task at hand.

As the minutes pass, the two of you settle into an easy rhythm, working side by side in companionable silence. You have to admit, his help makes a huge difference; the work is going by much faster than you’d expected. And, despite your initial wariness, you find yourself… enjoying his company. There’s something unexpectedly satisfying about watching the trailer transform under your combined efforts, the dirt and grime giving way to a fresh, clean shine.

Maybe it’s the sun, or the unexpected teamwork, but for a moment, you almost forget why you were so hesitant in the first place.

At one point, you were hanging from the tire attached to the back door, cleaning the roof, your breasts pressed firmly against the trailer's frame through your clinging, soaked blouse. From this provocative position, your lush, round ass jutted upwards as you stretched to reach everywhere.

James, who had been cleaning the wheels, froze mid-scrub, releasing a low, appreciative whistle. "Now, that's a sight for sore eyes," he murmured, his gaze fixed and unwavering on your alluring display. He shielded his eyes with a hand, blocking the sun's glare as he continued to drink in the view.

You look over your shoulder at him. “James” you warned, trying to keep the amusement from leaking out of your tone. "Eyes on the wheels, I want them shining."

His smile was unapologetic as he responded, "I can't help it, princess. You're putting on quite the performance up there. I'd be a fool to miss it."

"Pervert." You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't deny the fluttering in your stomach at his words and the hypnotic cadence of his voice. Could these be the butterflies that books talk about so much?

James chuckled, his blue eyes finally returning to the task at hand, alighting on the underside of the trailer. "Guilty as charged, princess. At least I'm honest about it."

**

A while later, you hear James clear his throat below. “Hey, princess? Careful up there. I’d hate to see you fall and hurt yourself.”

You glance down, caught off guard by the unexpected softness in his voice. His usual playful grin is absent, replaced with a look of genuine concern that makes your heart skip a beat. “Oh, right, thanks” you reply quietly, a warmth spreading through you that has nothing to do with the sun beating down on your skin. Maybe there’s more to James Kelly than just the flirty mechanic.

You sit perched on the edge of the trailer roof, hesitating as you look at the ground. It suddenly seems a lot farther down than it did when you climbed up. You bite your bottom lip, a flicker of uncertainty crossing your face.

“Um, James, can you help me down?” You ask shyly, a shiver running down your body as the suds drip down your wet breasts under your blouse, your peaks hard as the suds slide down your thighs. 

James's gaze hungrily devours your disheveled state, and he quickly nods in agreement. “Sure, princess. Just give me a second.”

He tosses the sponge back into the bucket and strides purposefully until he's directly beneath you. "Jump," he instructs, stretching out his arms. "I'll catch you."

You hesitate for a moment, biting your bottom lip, before taking a deep breath and stepping away from the roof of the trailer. James catches you easily, his firm, tattooed arms wrapping around you, holding you against his chest. He keeps you pressed against his body, and you can't help but feel the hardness pressing against your belly.

He sets you down gently, but his arms linger, his eyes dark with desire as they meet yours. "Are you okay, princess?" he asks in a hoarse voice.

You nod, unable to speak as you stare at him, your heart pounding. He leans in closer, his lips inches from yours. You can feel the warmth of his breath on your face, and you lean in as well, eager to taste his lips.

But as he's about to kiss you, he abruptly pulls away, a wry smile on his face. "I told you I could be persuasive," he says, releasing you and taking a step back.

You blink, surprised and embarrassed by his sudden withdrawal. "W-what?" you stammer.

He turns back to the trailer, flashing you a nonchalant grin. "Nothing, princess. Let's get back to cleaning."

Your cheeks burn, though you can’t tell if it’s from the relentless sun or the shame of almost getting caught staring at James's lips, imagining what it would feel like to kiss him. Your thoughts are a jumbled mess, your heart pounding with a mix of embarrassment and something else you don't want to admit. You turn back to the task at hand, scrubbing the trailer window with renewed intensity, channeling all your frustration and confusion into making the glass spotless.

You can feel James’s gaze on you, a quiet heat that only makes your pulse race faster. The air seems thicker somehow, the sun hotter, and you focus on the steady, rhythmic motion of your hand against the glass, willing yourself to ignore him.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs softly, his voice carrying over the sound of the water splashing against the trailer.

You freeze, your breath catching in your throat. Your cheeks flush deeper, and you feel your heart hammering against your ribs. You risk a glance over your shoulder, catching the look in his eyes—intense, sincere, with a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips.

The unexpected compliment sends a flutter through your chest, and you swallow hard, trying to steady your nerves. You force a smile, though your voice wavers slightly as you respond, “You’re not so bad yourself, James.”

He grins wider, clearly amused by your flustered reaction. “That so, princess?”

You roll your eyes, trying to regain your composure. “I meant your help,” you add quickly, turning back to the window. But you can’t quite shake the feeling that, for a moment, he’d seen right through you —to the thoughts you’d been trying so hard to hide.

"This scorching New Orleans sun doesn’t give you a break," you complain, the sweat glistening on your forehead, a testament to the unyielding heat that envelops you like a suffocating blanket. You feel as if you're a lump of ice melting under the oppressive, steamy air, and you can't help but loathe the climate in this state.

Seeking respite from the incessant heat, you grab the hose, lifting it over your head, and let the cool water cascade over your body. The water clings to your skin, your clothes molded to your curves like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. Your breasts, heaving with each breath, are clearly visible through the wet fabric, while the shorts cling to the lush curves of your ass.

James's eyes widen as he takes in the sight, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard, the desire in his eyes unmistakable. "Fuck, princess. You're killing me here," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust.

You look up at him, a coy smile playing on your lips, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "Am I?" you tease, allowing the water to trickle down your shirt, tracing the lines of your breasts and hips, eliciting a low groan from James.

He runs a hand through his dark, damp hair, his face flushed with desire. "Yes, you fucking are," he states, taking a step closer to you. "You know what you're doing to me, don't you?"

You tilt your head to the side, feigning innocence, your eyes flickering with a hint of playfulness. "I have no idea what you're talking about, James," you lie, biting your lip to keep from smiling.

James's patience snaps, and he reaches up, his fingers wrapping around your wrist and pulling you roughly against his body. "Didn't anyone teach you that lying is bad, princess?" he growls, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine.

You gasp as you feel his hardness pressing into you once more, the sensation intoxicating. James takes advantage of your open mouth, crushing his lips to yours in a hungry, demanding kiss. You surrender to him, kissing him back fiercely, your bodies pressed tightly together. In the midst of this passionate embrace, you lose your grip on the hose, allowing it to slip from your fingers and clatter to the gravel below.

James grabs your neck from behind to deepen the kiss, his tongue meeting yours, you gasp at the sensation, his other hand coming down to grip your waist. You moan against his mouth, your body arching into his as his hand on your waist slides down to cup your ass, pulling you even closer. His thumb hooks into the waistband of your shorts, tracing the edge of your panties and sending shivers down your spine.

He breaks the searing kiss, his lips trailing a torturous path down your jaw and along the sensitive skin of your neck. He nips and sucks, each touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "Fuck, princess," he growls, his voice a husky rumble. "You taste so good."

You tilt your head back, offering him full access to your vulnerable neck, your body writhing against his in an urgent, desperate need for more. "James," you gasp, your hands clawing at the muscles of his back. "Please..."

He groans, his hand sliding lower, his fingers pressing against the front of your shorts, the thin fabric the only barrier between him and your needy core. "Please what, princess?" he whispers, his finger teasing you, rubbing in slow, maddening circles. "Use your words," 

"Touch me," you beg, your eyes fluttering shut as you're consumed by the swell of pleasure. "Please, touch me."

The air is thick with the heady scent of lust, and the tension between you both is palpable, begging for release. James's fingers tease you mercilessly, prolonging your agony as he decides to what extent he'll indulge you. The anticipation is as much a part of the pleasure as the touch itself, leaving you trembling and needy.

He chuckles, a low, carnal sound that sends shivers down your spine as he unbuttons your shorts with practiced ease. His hand slides inside, gently pushing your panties aside to reveal your bare, wet flesh. His fingers brush against you, eliciting a soft moan from your parted lips.

“Like that, princess?” he asks, his voice dripping with seduction as he slides a finger into your slick, heated core. You cry out, the sudden invasion making your knees buckle. James reacts quickly, wrapping his arm around your waist, steadying you as he continues to pump his finger in and out of your quivering depths.

His thumb circles your clit, adding another layer of pleasure to the sensory overload. “Yeah, just like that,” you sigh, your hips undulating in response to his skilled touch. “Oh God, James, yes…” 

He claims your mouth in another searing kiss, his tongue dueling with yours as he devours your moans. You’re at his mercy, your body responding to his every touch. He adds a second finger to the first, stretching you and increasing your pleasure, each thrust bringing you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

 Suddenly, he pulls his hand away, leaving you breathless and aching. Your eyes fly open, confusion etched across your face as you stare up at him. “Why did you stop?” you ask, your voice thick with desire. James’s smile is both wicked and knowing, his eyes filled with the promise of more pleasure to come.

He grins wickedly at you, licking his fingers clean, his eyes gleaming with desire. "Because, princess, I want to taste you when you cum," he explains, his voice a sultry rumble. Without warning, he drops to his knees in front of you, the swift motion of pulling your shorts and panties down leaving you momentarily breathless.

You're too stunned to protest as his face buries itself between your legs, his talented tongue delving deep into your slick folds. A moan escapes your lips, and you find your fingers instinctively tangling in his hair as he maneuvers one of your legs over his shoulder, gaining a better angle to feast upon you.

James grips your thighs, holding you steady as his tongue explores every inch of your wet, quivering core. He sucks and licks with relentless passion, each movement pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your breath comes in short, frantic gasps as you grind against his face, the pleasure building to a crescendo.

"James, oh god, James, I'm gonna cum," you moan, your fingers digging into his hair, holding him in place as you're on the brink of release. He growls against your sensitive flesh, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine and sending you careening over the edge. You cry out, your body convulsing as waves of ecstasy crash over you.

James doesn't let up, continuing to lavish attention on your spent form, his tongue and lips teasing you until you're writhing and pleading for mercy. The sensation has become too much, your nerves electrified from the intensity of his ministrations. Finally, he stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied grin on his face.

"Delicious," he murmurs, pulling you into a searing kiss, allowing you to taste the sweet evidence of your pleasure on his lips. You melt into him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you return the kiss, still riding the high of your orgasm. When you finally pull away, you rest your forehead against his, your eyes closed as you catch your breath.

"That was... intense," you whisper, a small, satisfied smile gracing your lips. James chuckles, his fingers gently brushing a damp strand of hair from your face. 

"That was just the beginning, princess," he promises in a low, dangerous voice. "We're just getting started."

It takes you a few moments to collect your thoughts, the intensity of the moment leaving you slightly dazed. You're grateful for the early hour and the fact that your neighbors aren't home, the knowledge adding a thrilling layer to the already sensual encounter. You pull your panties and shorts up, a soft moan escaping your lips as the fabric brushes against your still-sensitive flesh.

You turn to James, your voice husky from the recent pleasure. "Thanks for helping," you mumble, grabbing the bucket and sponge, your movements slightly unsteady. You walk past him, your hips swaying in a way that you're sure doesn't go unnoticed, and enter your trailer.

James watches you go, a mix of confusion and frustration etched on his face. He runs a hand through his hair, muttering a curse under his breath. "Well, fuck it," he says to himself, his gaze sweeping over the now-clean trailer. With a shake of his head, he gathers his belongings and heads back to his own trailer, leaving you to ponder the unexpected turn of events.

As he walks away, he calls out, his voice carrying in the quiet morning air, "See you around, princess!"

You don't respond, leaning against the door you've just closed, your heart pounding in your chest. What had just happened? You hadn't intended for things to go this far, but somehow, James had a way of making you lose control. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts. You knew you needed to figure out what you were going to do about James Kelly.

One thing was certain: he wouldn't leave you alone any time soon, and the anticipation of the future interactions left a tantalizing tingle in your core.

[silentcryracha]

❍ ‗ Whenever she wants (Hyunjin) ‗ ❍

Pairings : Hyunjin x f reader

Summary : A nice dinner with friends ends in a heated night for you and your husband.

Genre/warnings : Fluff plot with some (long ass) context, ends in smut. Unprotected sex (don't do it you fools), some mutual touching, f oral receiving, coming inside (with a purpose ;) but no breeding kink per sé) STRICTLY 18+

Word count : 5.4 k

A/n : This a sequel to my Baby Fever one shot, but it can also be read as a standalone, you decide <3. This one has been requested by a few people, so I hope both you and them enjoy it!

ps: There could be grammar errors. Do NOT repost on other socials. Leave feedback if you feel like it, otherwise enjoy! ♡︎

Part 3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It was a cold evening in the middle of winter season, end of November to be precise. One of Hyunjin's favorite football teams, which also happened to be one your best friend's husband favorite too, was playing tonight. You weren't exactly an expert in the matter, but according to your husband, it was gonna be a big night.

So, in the end, you all decided to go out to have dinner together. You've already been to that pub before, it was a quite small but very nice and cozy place owned by equally nice people.

You friend texted you a couple of hours before, informing you that a few other people would be joining you. She apologized in advance, expressing her slight annoyance, but she also mentioned how these people essentially took her husband's mention of his plans as an invitation.

You were in fact a little annoyed too, but responded quickly not to worry about it and that in any case the men would've been busy freaking out and being loud away from your table. You knew that neither Hyunjin or your friend's husband were gonna be the type to lose their shit for a sports match in public, so you didn't really care.

Around seven pm you and your husband were ready to go. You turned around to pick up your bag and saw him getting out of the room's bathroom, fixing the dark gray wool sweater's cuffs. His black hair were tied in a half up ponytail, shiny and soft looking. His look was completed with black fitting jeans, gray sneakers, and a silver metal watch that matched the buckle of his leather belt.

He must've felt your gaze on him, so he looked up and smiled sweetly while picking up his long coat from the hanger.

"Are you ready?" you ignored his question, jokingly crossing your arms to your chest, barely hiding a smirk.

"Don't you think that you look a little too good?" he huffed out a laugh, finishing to button up the dark coat. He then walked towards you, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

"Not as good as my wife. Shall we go?" he retorted. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at the cheesy response, but nonetheless you still smiled.

"Yeah, sure, let's go"

-

In about fifteen minutes you reached the pub. The parking lot was quite busy, you noticed. Hyunjin rested his hand on your back as you walked towards the entrance, and slid it around your waist to pull you closer when you had to make your way in between the standing people and the tables.

You were looking around, trying to find your friends, until you heard your husband gasp dramatically and remove his hand gently from your back. You turned your head and saw a small baby, followed by his dad, running clumsily into the arms of the man who had now squatted down.

"Woah look who I found! If this isn't my favorite nephew!" you laughed at his funny tone. The boy fell into Hyunjin's arms, only for him to pick him up, walking back to his dad.

You followed suit, the baby smiled at you, babbling your name and reaching his hand out. You scrunched up your nose in a smile, grabbing the little hand gently and saying hi back.

"Thank you for catching this scoundrel. I almost lost him about three times in the span of twenty minutes." you both couldn't help but laugh at his 'tired dad' tone, and gave him a quick hug.

"He's a little runner, this one" you replied, eyeing your friend's slightly zoned out expression. You couldn't help but bite back an amused smile. She really wasn't enjoying whatever conversation the other 'extra' people at the table were having and it was quite obvious, to you at least.

"Heard we're having some extra company." your tone was ironic as you slightly nodded you head towards the table. There must've been around ten people in total, some couples among them too. Your friend's husband huffed, giving you an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, guys. I happened to mention our plans to one colleague and suddenly everyone and their damn partners decided to tag along for some reason." you put your hand on his arm for a second, reassuring him that you were kidding. You knew he was too polite anyway to even try to say something.

"It's alright. Let's just go- wait where's Hyune?" you both looked around and found him standing near a big aquarium, the almost two year old still in his arms. He was pointing at something, talking to the baby who seemed hypnotized with the bright lights and colors of the fish.

You couldn't help but smile and stare at them, forgetting everyone else for a second.

"Oh thank God, you're here. I swear if I have to listen to one more word about your fuckass boss-" your friend had joined you, making her presence quite clear. You blinked a couple of times, coming back to reality and turning to give her a hug.

"Of course it's the boss talk at an off duty dinner." you replied, ironically. She smiled in amusement, shaking her head. She must've noticed Hyunjin and her son, because her eyes softened and a 'aw' left her mouth.

"He really is perfect, isn't he?" she commented, clearly trying to mess with her husband that instantly pouted.

"What? But what about me? Your own husband?" he was obviously playing along but the interaction wasn't any less funny for that.

"My husband, just had to chase around a eighteen months old for three times in a row." she stressed the words "My husband" just like he did, making you laugh harder.

"But he's lucky both me and him love him very much." she concluded, kissing his cheek. Hyunjin had started to walk back to you, the child suddenly walking on his own legs again, holding his hand for support.

"But maybe he likes his uncle Hyunjin better, uh?" she said again, her voice high pitched and in baby talk mode. She bent down, opening her arms for her little boy that giggled and called out her 'mommy' adorably. Her husband comically sighed at his wife's teasing but quickly smiled, pinching gently his son's cheek.

Hyunjin was also smiling brightly at the sight as he joined your side, wrapping his arm around your waist, kissing your head softly. You resisted the urge to nuzzle his neck and instead patted his chest gently, following with "C'mon, let's go meet these colleagues. Or they'll think that we want to avoid them."

"I wish." Your friend jumped slightly to adjust the baby in her arms, rolling her eyes.

-

You ended up joining the rest of the people at the table, introducing yourselves to everyone. The dinner proceeded quite smoothly, with you and Hyunjin mostly keeping to yourselves.

Not for any particular reason, but you didn't know them, and besides, your friend wasn't totally wrong when she said that all they were talking about was work and topics related to it. You did get a few questions though, especially nosy ones.

"So, how long have you been together?" one of the women asked politely. She was probably one of the more quieter ones, and you could tell that she just wanted to make some small talk.

"We have known each other for some time, but we've been actually been together for three years, and now just a little less than six months married." you responded, a small smile playing on your lips. You saw Hyunjin look at you lovingly and mirroring the smile with the corner of your eye.

"Oh that's really sweet, you seem like such lovebirds." she chuckled, placing a hand on her own husband's wrist. He was distracted by talking with other people but still quickly acknowledged her with a small smile before going back to his conversation.

Before either of you could add anything, another female voice interjected. This other woman was also older, maybe in her forties or early fifties. She rested her chin on her joined hands, elbows on the table. Her gaze was ambiguous and, you noticed, quite fixed on Hyunjin.

"Aren't you a little young to settle down?" about three or four people, including both of your friends, suddenly seemed to start to pay attention to the conversation.

"I mean, if I were you ...I would've simply waited a little more. What if you suddenly felt attracted to someone else? The 'divorce-at-twenty-or so-year old' doesn't look that good on a resume" you felt Hyunjin slightly shift uncomfortably next to you, his arm currently extended behind you, resting on the chair's edge.

"A resume?" you inquired, tilting your head imperceptibly to the side and raising an eyebrow. She smirked for a second, probably noticing how you purposefully avoided commenting on the first part of the discourse. Your face screamed 'It's none of your fucking business' and everyone probably caught up on it.

Your husband certainly did, because his fingertips started to lightly move on your shoulder, in an effort to calm you down. He wouldn't have gotten involved in such a shitty discussion, but he also knew that you wouldn't turn your cheek so easily.

"A relationship resume. Or past experience pillowtalk after some fun, if you will." she shrugged. Your friend suddendly decided to send her husband to take a walk with their kid, fearing the conversation to become vulgar. Of course her, being her protective and polemic self, she wouldn't miss it.

He caught up quickly and took the boy by the hand, guiding him towards the big screen where some of his other colleagues and people had already gathered to watch the game start.

"That's quite the thought process." you replied, not exactly trying to hide the hint on venom in your tone. "But, regardless, I think that mature people wouldn't care about such details. Especially if they don't want anything to do with you after." the woman finally shifted her gaze to you. You could tell that she was a little taken aback, but didn't react much.

"You know, the fun." you added finally, taking a sip of your soft drink. Hyunjin sighed softly, munching on his lip to hide a smile.

Your friend casually put her hand over her mouth for a second, trying not to react too much. The other people listening also either looked away or cleared their throat awkwardly.

"Yeah, maybe." she gave up, also taking a sip from her alcholic drink. Maybe that's why she chose to embarrass the fuck out of herself, you thought.

"Either way, we are very happy right now, which is what matters at the end of the day. Other people can do whatever they want." your head snapped to look at Hyunjin, which you didn't expect would even respond. But you were glad that he felt the need to remark that, especially since that woman was clearly trying to get a reaction out of you, thinking maybe that he would've cowered out. But he didn't.

And with that, this weired conversation ended and suddenly, almost to break the icy vibe that fell over your table, you heard very loud cheering. You saw that a lot more people were getting up to get more drinks and gather closer to both the big screens at opposite ends of the large room to see the team play.

-

Hyunjin ended up getting dragged along with your friend's husband and their son, and with the rest of the crowd, so your friend took the chance to ask you to get a breath of fresh air. Which of course was code for 'let's get out of here and rant, please'. You followed her outside, throwing your jacket around your shoulders to shelter yourself from the cold.

"What was that fucking woman thinking? Imagine if it was in fact, a work dinner. I imagine what kind of 'resume' she would have, pft" she immediately blurted out, crossing her arms to tighten her own coat around herself.

You rolled your eyes, sighing deeply. You kind of wanted to tease her about having a dirty mouth as soon as her son wasn't around, but if you had to be honest, you still felt somewhat upset.

"I have no fucking idea. Did you see how shameless she was? Looking Hyunjin up and down like she wanted to fucking devour him." you spat out, looking around to distract yourself. You felt extremely irritated. And maybe a bit jealous, but mostly irritated at the fact that someone would have the audacity to just behave in such a manner with you present.

Like, you were standing beside him, he had his arm around you, and yet she still tried to make you look fucking dumb and being shameless with a married man. Not gonna lie, it's hard to think about someone who wouldn't be attracted to Hyunjin, but damn?

"I know, right?" you friend agreed, "But remember who actually does get to 'fucking devour him'." she added in a teasing tone, quoting your words with her fingers. Your head snapped back at her, a little taken aback from the sudden mood shift. But you wouldn't expect anything less than a whiplash from her, and you loved her for it.

"Yeah, right." you bit the inside of your cheek, miserably trying to hide your smirk. She laughed, nudging your shoulder with hers.

"And he made it pretty clear, too. What a sight it was." she teased you again, "You know what else was a sight? Him being so effortlessly attractive while playing with a kid. I still don't know how you don't have one yet, y/n." she dramatically sighed, making you chuckle.

"It's in our plans. At first we agreed to wait until after the wedding. Then, if you remember, the birth control gave me some issues, so the doctor recommended to take it easy for some time. Of course we both agreed and then just... I don't know, I mean the conversation hasn't come up again in the last four months I guess." she nodded, remembering you mentioning your visits to her.

"But you're okay now, right?" you nodded back, responding with a yes, and that it wasn't anything that couldn't be fixed.

"Well then, you better hurry up, or you'll have to have twins to catch up to me." your eyes widened, taking in the phrase for a couple of seconds.

"Shut the fuck up! Are you pregnant again!?" you exclaimed, probably a little too loudly, because a couple of people, that were also outside, gave you a look. Your friend laughed, shushing you. You brought both hands to your mouth, still genuinely shocked at the news.

"Yes, keep it down. I still haven't told him yet." she said, just a little shyly. You pulled her into a hug.

"Congratulations, oh my God? Also, why? You know he's gonna be so happy!" you reassured her, pulling back to look at her.

"And also, how long have you known? You gave birth less than two years ago" she laughed nervously, but still humorously.

"I found out just about a week ago. The test said around three weeks, so I'm not sure. I'll tell him and then book an appointment, I think." her tone was serious at first, but then she shrugged casually, failing to hide a guilty smile.

"Turns out that not even sleepless nights and an unhinged eighteen months baby can't cancel out the horniness." your mouth went agape and you slapped her arm jokingly.

"You rabbits! Oh my God!" you both laughed. Just at that moment, the pub's door opened, showing Hyunjin looking around for you. His eyes quickly found yours and he smiled sweetly, walking towards you.

"Aren't you cold?" he spoke softly, standing behind you and rubbing your arms gently. You turned your head, giving him a peck on the lips.

"It's fine. She keeps me on the edge." you joked. You friend snorted a laugh, clicking her tongue humorously.

"What's the topic?" he asked jokingly. You both shook your heads, laughing a little.

"Just girls talk. Is the game over yet?" she cheked her phone to see the hour. Hyunjin nodded. "Yeah, they were pretty quick, almost half an hour early. We won though, that's the important thing." he smiled proudly. You chuckled, extending your arm above your shoulder to cup his cheek with your hand.

"Of course it is, honey." your friend bit her lip to hide a smile and decided to leave you two be. She sighed and moved past you, towards the entrance.

"Well then, congratulations for the winning night. I'm gonna grab my two fanboys and go to bed, feeling kinda tired after all that shit talk." both you and Hyunjin couldn't help but laugh at that. You bid her goodnight, agreeing that you coming back inside to say bye to those people wasn't all that necessary, and then walked back to your car.

-

The car ride was pretty quiet, except some small talk about the dinner, but neither of you really mentioned that one wired conversation. You arrived and walked back inside hugging, and after that you each changed clothes and got comfortably in bed.

"You still smell damn good, by the way." you commented, hugging his torso while nuzzling his neck. He was halfway sat straight, his back against the bed frame.

He was holding you close with one arm while absentmindedly scrolling through his phone, something about social media posts of the game. The dim, warm toned light of the bedside lamp making you sleepy.

"Oh yea?" he smirked down at you, "Then that perfume money were well spent." you just hummed in agreement, closing your eyes and relaxing. He waited a couple of seconds before speaking again.

"By the way... I'm sorry for what happened tonight. If I knew that a wired person like that would've stirred up shit, I would've canceled the whole thing." you re-opened your eyes, looking up at him, your hand gently stroking his stomach.

"It's not your fault, Hyune. I actually wanted to thank you for speaking up. You didn't even had to acknowledge her, to be honest. I know how much you hate these situations." you respond, genuinely. He locked the phone, putting it on his bed side table, and turned on his side to look at you directly.

"I'm still sorry. Also, of course I had to. You're my wife, my partner, my love. I wouldn't let anybody have a word on it. Especially thirsty women old enough to be my mother." you hid your face in his shoulder, laughing. He chuckled, happy that he managed to make you smile.

"Can't really blame her, at the end of the day." you said, starting to leave featherlight kisses on his neck. He swallowed, making his adam's apple go up and down.

"What, mmh- what do you mean?" he stuttered, clearing his throat. At the same time, he started to slide his fingertips up and down your back. As a response, your kisses got messier. You gave the skin small kitten licks and light bites.

"Don't play coy, you know you're hot" you laughed faintly, starting to lift his shirt to move your kisses to the skin of his abs, stomach and slowly to his ribs. His breaths started to get deeper, and he even let out a small moan.

"What about it?" he responded, cocky. You smiled against his skin, deciding to descent again with your mouth, teasing him closer to the southern zone where you could feel he was getting hard.

"That it's reasonable to think why someone would want to fuck you into next week" he hummed, so deeply that you could feel the vibrations where your mouth met his body.

He then gently cupped you face, making you lean back so that he could latch his lips to yours in a deep kiss. He interrupted the kiss to talk and you lowkey whined at the loss, making him laugh lightly.

"Maybe. But then again, you know who actually gets to fuck me into next week?" he spoke lowly, making you shiver. He was waiting for a response, but you were already too dizzy on his kisses to notice.

His fingers gripped your face gently, making you look at him. His eyes, shiny and intense, looking into yours.

"Your wife" you whispered, turning your head slightly to take his thumb into your mouth, and started sucking on it. At that point he groaned, removing his hand from your face and switching positions so he was now hovering over you.

"Fucking right you do" he attacked your neck and collarbone, pulling your shirt down to expose more of your skin. You quickly pushed him back slightly, grabbing the hem of his shirt to take it off of him, and he did the same with you, leaving you completely bare since you weren't wearing a bra.

"I'm yours, and yours only" he said breathless but with such intensity that it elicited a moan from you. His mouth started to kiss, nip, suck and lick at one of your tits, while he grabbed the other one with just enough strength to get you even more lightheaded.

"Fuck- Hyunjin" you gasped when he grazed one of your nipples with his teeth, "And I'm yours" you managed to respond, your fingers tangled in between his dark locks, lightly pushing him onto your chest.

He suddenly detached from you, making you whine at the loss, and also at the sudden chilly air hitting the wet spots on your breasts, where his mouth was just seconds before. Hyunjin didn't waste time, removing both your tracksuit pants and underwear in one go, disposing of them on the ground next to the bed.

"Yes, my pretty wife" he kissed your hips and then up your legs messily, "Only mine"

"My beautiful love" he whispered. You could've melted on the spot at his words, if only the fact that he was now licking and biting the inside of your thighs wasn't making you mad with desire.

"Hyun- Hyunjin, please" you couldn't stop the desperate tone in your voice, and it amused him. He chuckled against the skin on your thigh, moving his right hand from your hip to your pussy.

You had closed your eyes in the meantime, so the sudden touch, even though featherlight, made you gasp and look down. His mouth was still leaving kisses on the upper inside part of your thigh, so close yet so far to the zone where you needed him the most.

"I liked how you put that woman in her place" his voice mixed with humor while his fingers had started to spread your wetness around, up and down your slit and then around your clit, which made you buck into him a little.

"What-" you were confused for a second, that awful person completely out of your mind already.

"You're really hot when you get mad, you know?" he kept going, his fingers kept on touching your pussy, until he teased your entrance with just two fingertips. Your hands gripped the sheets, your chest going up and down deeply.

"You have this habit... this cute thing where you go like this-" as he said it, he tilted his head to the side, looking up at you as he took a long lick throught your slit, from your entrance to your clit.

You moaned loudly, that single lick making your body physically twitch. The whole thing was becoming too much and you felt the corner of your eyes get wet with tears.

"Hyunjin, stop it and just get to work already" you blurted out, looking at him with such a serious frown that it made him chuckle again.

"Exactly what I mean" he responded, and after that really got to work. His whole mouth started to alternate open mouthed kisses and licks on your whole slit, but then mainly focused on your clit when two on his fingers easily entered you.

"Ah- yes, so good, Hyune" you mumbled, your mind fogged by the pleasure your husband was giving you. He hummed against you at the praise and started to move his hand faster, wet and lewd sounds proved just how absolutely drenched you were at that point.

After a couple of minutes he really started to suck harder on your clit while moving his fingers inside you in a come hither motion, and that was it for you. You came on his hand and mouth, your head thrown back in pleasure, eyes shut, breath heavy. He took all that you gave him, and then some more.

"Good girl" he mumbled after gently parting his lips from your pussy, still lightly touching you to allow you to come off your high slowly.

"My beautiful girl, so pretty" he positioned himself back up to your side, his clean hand coming up to move the few hairs that got stuck on your slightly sweat covered forehead.

"You did so well for me" he said again, kissing your head, and then completely pulling away from you to bring his still completely wet fingers to his mouth, sucking on them.

You looked at him, his eyes shiny from excitement, his forehead also lightly covered in sweat, his full lips wrapped around his own fingers. The same ones that he had used on you. He looked beautiful, so hot and erotic...a sight to behold. He was also looking down at you warmly, lovingly.

You didn't say anything and just reached out to gently remove his fingers from his mouth, and then kiss him. The kiss was slow, sensual and deep, a lot of tongue and licking, biting lips involved.

Your hand went down to reach for his pants, but he gently took your wrist to stop you.

"I'm okay, my love. You don't have to-" you interrupted him with a kiss, your hand sliding into his pants and then boxers. He moaned lowly in your mouth when you started to palm him and stroke his length.

"Take them off" you mumbled against his lips, and he nodded absentmindedly, using just one hand to get the job done, and just like that he was at your mercy.

You were about to slide down to his hips level to reciprocate the favor, but once again he cupped your cheek.

"If you want me to fuck you, I'm afraid that we'll have to have a raincheck on that, my love." he laughed faintly and a little embarrassed. You smiled at him softly, nodding.

"Aright then, but now it's my turn. Let me ride you, baby" you said sensually, eliciting a moan from him when you switched positions, and now he was laying down beneath you. You left a trail of wet kisses on his body but didn't waste time to reach his cock. It was perfect, in your opinion.

Smooth, on the longer side and just the perfect amount of girth that you could take while also feeling full. It's like it was made for you. He was made for you.

You completed each other in such perfect ways in everything, that you couldn't help to think that maybe this is what those romantic people refer to when they talk about 'soulmates'.

You spit on your hand, for good measure, since you were still more than enough wet and ready for him. You straddled him, your heat hovering barely over his hard cock.

You took him in your hand, slowly pumping a couple of times from base to tip. A couple of drops of pre cum swirled down your fingers and it was at that moment that you took a decision. You eyed him from under your lashes and saw that he was already so worked up that he had to keep his eyes shut and breathe deeply to not cum too fast.

So you didn't waste any more time and just positioned his cock at your entrance, sinking down on it slowly. His hips involuntarily bucked up, making his tip reach your deepest point. That chain of events made you both gasp loudly and then moan.

"Y/n, baby, I'm not gonna last long" he warned, breathless. You shushed him with a finger to his lips. You started to ride him slowly but steadily, making sure to covering his entire length in the process.

Hyunjin moaned softly, mouth agape and eyes half closed but still focused on you. His hands went to either sides of your waist and hips, then ass, to accompany your movements. You started to kiss him deeply while going a little faster, making sure to move your hips around.

It was making him go insane, so he just decided to catch you by surprise and sit up, your body flushed against him, his whole arms wrapped around you as he fucked up into you. Your arms instinctively wrapping around his broad shoulders, your fingertips gripping so hard to leave white dots on his tan skin.

"Fuck- y/n I'm so close baby-" he spoke, his mouth latched to your neck. You nodded, following his movements with your hips to encourage him.

"Wait- y/n, we didn't use a condom" he groaned "I gotta- fuck, I gotta pull out" he sounded desperate, so you reassured him again, making sure to let your intentions clear this time.

"It's okay, baby. I want you to come inside me." he slowed down his movements, looking you in the eyes in shock.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his genuine concern so sweet. You nodded, kissing him deeply again and speeding up you hips movements. Then you leaned to his ear, whispering "I want you to make me a mommy"

That phrase must've triggered something in him, because you suddenly found yourself on your back, again. Hyunjin over you, his cock still painfully hard inside you.

"That what you want, pretty girl? You want to be a mommy?" he teased slowly, in stark comparison to the deep strokes that he was giving you. You gasped, the rhythm leaving you breathless.

"I want to make you a daddy" you responded, your hands going up to cup his face and bring him closer to you to kiss him.

You gasped again, leaving his mouth and looking down. He had pressed one of his hands on the very low part of your belly, causing you such an overwhelming pleasure that you couldn't breathe.

"Then you're gonna be a good girl and take everything that I give you, right my beautiful wife?" his hips sped up, clearly searching for release. But of course he wouldn't come before you did, so his other hand went to work on your clit with fast strokes.

The mixture of his cock inside you, his hand on your clit and the other one pressing down on your lower belly was enough for you, and that's when you came. You saw fucking heaven, if you had to be honest.

"Oh my- fucking God, Hyunjin, oh yes, yes yes" you cried out, holding onto him for dear life. Your moans of pleasure and your pussy clenching so hard around him was his last drop, so not even after a couple of seconds he came too.

He came so hard that he had to lay on you for some time to calm down. You just held his head against your chest, caressing his hair. Both of you sticky and sweaty by now.

You relished in the feeling of his cum inside you, something that you haven't been feeling for months. Hyunjin slowly moved off you, and you both hissed when you lost contact, both still very raw and sensitive. He was panting, sitting back on his calves, admiring the mess that both of you made.

He then gently closed your legs, making you stay on your side, while he positioned himself behind you as the big spoon. He also threw the sheets on the both of you, to stay warm. A few minutes passed before any of you said anything.

"Why is it always like this between us?" he asked, a hint of humor in his voice. Your drowsiness was taking the lead on you, but you fought it off.

"Like what?" You replied, couldn't help but to yawn. He hugged you closer, his hand going to rest on your lower belly.

"Messy. Impulsive. Now that I think about it, our wedding day was the only organized day of our entire relationship." you both chuckle.

"It's okay. We're doing it out of love, so it's okay." you reassured him. He hummed in agreement.

"Look at us, not even parents yet and already setting bad examples for our kids." he continued, making you laugh and hide your face in his arm.

"We're going to do great." you concluded, a sweet smile on your face at the thought of your future with Hyunjin.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[xxchumanixx]

Hey can you make a part two of the Grey daughter part where the whole team finds out about them when she comes to drop off lunch for Grey and Tim and they starts to tease Tim about it

My Man

(sequel to 'Not just any man')

Tim Bradford x Grey!reader

Warnings/Tags: fluff, a little angst I guess? But only if you squint real hard Word count: 1.265 Authors Note: Hello love, thanks for the request! Hope you'll like it! Enjoy!

You hated your mom sometimes.

When she asked about Tim's favorite food, you should have known something was up.

Or, rather, she was up to something.

You told her, nonetheless, being sent off with two paper bags not long after, told to bring your dad and Tim lunch.

Tim's favorite.

She did it on purpose, trying to have you show your affection for him more openly, around his colleagues. They were already having their own suspicions and rumors about you two, you just hadn't noticed, yet.

So, when you walked into the mid wilshire department, carrying two hot bags in your hands, you first made your way to your dad. He was in his office, blinds up so you could see that he was hunched over some paperwork, glasses on his nose.

Not bothering to knock, you let yourself in, his gaze lifting as he heard the door. "Honey." he greeted you, removing the glasses. "What are you doing here?"

Holding up the bags you walked over, placing one in front of him. "Mom cooked." you explained, cocking a brow. "Wanted to know what's Tim's favorite food and sent me on the way to deliver some."

His head tilted, sending you a pointed look and you sighed. "I know, I know." you murmured, arms flailing at your sides to emphasize your words. "I couldn't stop her."

He shook his head, suspiciously sniffing at the bag. His hands wrapped around it, taking a hold of the plastic container inside. "Tell your mom thank you." he told you, sending you a grateful smile and you nodded.

"Will do."

Then you turned back around, walking back out to find Tim.

Grey took another sniff of the contents in the bag, humming to himself in surprise. Whatever Bradford's favorite food was, it definitely smelled good - not that he would have admitted it out loud, though.

You asked Smitty where Tim was and he directed you into the direction of the detectives, where you spotted him.

He was looking good in his uniform, ass hugged deliciously, as you made your way straight towards him.

"Oh my god." Angela gasped, causing Nyla's gaze to follow hers. "No way." she muttered, eyes as wide as Angela's. "Isn't this Grey's daughter? Why is she- Oh!" she cut herself off, as realization hit her.

"Bradford and her are a thing!"

Tim held himself from cursing under his breath, instead sending you a smile, even though it was forced. He hadn't missed the way Lopez and Harper perked up at your arrival.

You had basically made a beeline for him, not leaving any room for imagination.

"I'm bringing you lunch." you told him, returning the smile, holding up the paper bag in your hand. "And for my dad. Mom insisted that I'd bring you some, too."

He cocked a brow, huffing slightly. "Of course she did."

You chuckled, handing him the bag. "Made your favorite." you told him, sending him a wink. His eyes closed as he inhaled deeply, chuckling as they opened again. "Of course she did." he repeated himself, looking inside the bag.

He would have been lying if he said it didn't smell good.

It smelled fucking delicious.

"I'm guessing she wants the others to know." you spoke, biting your lip. "She wants to show you off as her daughter's boyfriend or something."

One of his brows lifted again, and you shrugged your shoulders. "Don't ask me." you gave back, shaking your head with a smile. "Anyways, I just wanted to bring you the food and see you."

He smiled a smile of his own, softened around the edges. "Thank you." he said, head tilting downwards the slightest bit. "And your mother."

You nodded, suppressing the urge to kiss him. You would have plenty of time to kiss him after his shift.

"I'm gonna go, then." you told him, and he nodded. "See you later." he gave back, hesitating, as he took a step closer, voice lowering to almost a whisper. "I love you."

Grinning, you shook your head. "I love you too." Then you turned around and left, but not without looking back at him.

Lucy plopped up at Tim's side almost immediately after you left, tearing him from his dreamy state. She looked at him knowingly, biting her lip to hide the smile that was threatening to take over.

"What's that look?" he wanted to know, brows furrowed as he tilted his head at her. "Oh, nothing." she quipped, smirking up at him. "That's so sweet of her to bring you lunch. I wonder why, though."

She had to be kidding, Tim thought.

Of course, she knew why you were bringing him lunch. She just wanted to hear it out of his mouth, admit that he was dating Grey's daughter.

It wasn't that he was ashamed of you - quite the opposite, really. He would have shouted it into the open world if he could, but he didn't want anyone to think that he was just using you, or you him.

Your dad was a cop, so of course you had to find someone with a badge as well, right?

Bullshit.

He would have willingly taken it up with anyone, if they just so much as dared to think like this about you.

Before he could respond, Angela and Nyla joined them, causing Tim to groan inwardly.

He was screwed.

"What was that?" Angela wanted to know, failing to hide her grin. She was happy for him, but she also wanted to tease him a bit.

Tim rolled his eyes, mocking her grin with one of his own in pure sarcasm. "What do you mean?" he retorted, clutching the bag to his chest subconsciously.

Nyla started to laugh, sending him a pointed look. "Please." she made, brows raised. "We all know what that was. Bradford is knocking Grey's daughter."

His face grew pale at her choice of words, instinctively falling into defense mode. "I'm not knocking her or anything." he told her, voice sharp as she bit down on a grin.

Of course she didn't mean it like that, but what other way to get him to talk other than this?

Angela must have picked up on her train of thought, whilst Lucy stood by and watched the scene unfold.

"Yeah, Tim, why don't you tell us what's going on between you and mini Grey?" Angela wanted to know, tilting her head with her arms crossed over her chest.

Tim winced at the mini Grey, shaking his head as he slowly came to terms with having to tell to them. They wouldn't stop bothering him, if he didn't.

"Y/N and I are in a relationship." he announced, looking between them only to find knowing smirks. "And you all knew already. Why make me spill it then?"

Lucy chuckled, her and Angela sharing a look. "Because you're grumpy and refuse to tell us about your private life." she explained, looking up at him.

He bit his cheek, swallowing the anger flaring up. "And this is exactly why I refuse to!" he retorted, shaking his head. "Because you all are fucking teases and wouldn't leave me in peace."

Angela scoffed, still smiling though.

"We're all happy for you, Bradford." she told him, her hand brushing over his arm. "We're just noisy assbutts, that want to snoop in your private life. Don't mind us, we'll just be sitting in the back, eating popcorn."

Tim sighed, shaking his head again. "Wouldn't have expected anything different." he returned with a huff. Nyla smirked, hand on her hips.

"And that's exactly why you love us."

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Hi! May I request a sequel to "my little love" for how jake responds to max calling him dad/daddy for the first time? or jake being cute with max and your shared kids (bc i KNOW y'all don't stop after the first one lol)

i'm sorry it took me so long to respond to this but HELL YEAH and i'm extra sorry i didn't post this for a while b/c i wasn't sure about how it turned out in general...anyways, i hope you enjoy : ')

my future || jake "hangman" seresin

summary: as written above! this is a sequel to the headcanon my little love, which i LOVED writing w my whole heart.

settling into married life was surprisingly not difficult. you'd already spent so much time around hangman that forever felt so comfortable

now everyone is so happy and in high spirits. but max is significantly happier than them all and it's so wholesome to see

rooster, or "fairy godmother" (max likes to call him the latter....yes...godmother, not godfather. you don't know why but it's so funny, especially when you watch rooster react to this), is always there to take care of your kiddo when you're busy

he let him sit in his F-14 and take a picture with him :)

and you're paranoid and worrying the whole time but rooster's like "relax, i got him" and he's super chill about it

"he's gonna be a pilot. better than you, even," you leaned over and gave your husband a look

"i think so!"

the kid lives and breathes top gun. and now that you've moved in with hangman, you're only a few minutes' walk from base, making it easy to go back and forth.

when you're working at the hard deck, penny sits him by the nearest booth with a milkshake and some old books and toys

if one of the uncles or phoenix wasn't busy, they'd come over to keep him entertained

and you know when hangman's done for the day when you see max break into his signature grin. you've noticed that you only really see it around him

so you're celebrating his fourth birthday today. it's insane, because he already speaks like a six year old (hangman says it's because you're also smart af. but, being the cocky lil shit he is, fanboy likes to take the credit for it. i mean, the guy majored in biochem, so he knows his stuff)

it's an off day for everyone, so they're able to come help decorate the place. you had the idea to surprise your son, so while everyone was getting ready, fanboy was with max by the beach, playing soccer. they'd come back in an hour and boom!

by the end of things, the hard deck doesn't look like the hard deck anymore. it looks like max's paradise—a kiddie version of top gun, you realize. your heart melts because 🥺🥺🥺

everyone hides when they hear fanboy and max coming in

and then you all jump up from your hiding spots and yell "SURPRISE" and he starts grinning again

and then the kid runs straight towards hangman, giggling in pure delight

"daddy!" he yells

you're all like wait wtf

did he just

say

oh

hangman has to stop for a moment before picking him up. you can see him tearing up bc this is the first time max has ever said this

it's definitely really fulfilling to watch. when he was a baby and screamed and cried for hours at a time out of nowhere, you knew it wasn't always just from tiredness. or being hungry. or whatnot

the rest of the night you're all emotional af and max notices

"daddy why are you crying?"

there go the waterworks...more tears slip down jake's face 🥺😭

"because i'm happy!"

"people cry when they are sad! like when uncle fanboy loses to uncle payback!"

"HEY! kid, i thought you were on my side"

"so, i'm your dad now, huh?"

"forever and ever and ever and ever!"

how could you have gotten so lucky...

you're sitting here in the middle of the hard deck with your family. a family when realization hits. you had a loving husband, and a father, and a child that brightened up your world, and you couldn't have asked for anything more. you finally found someone that wanted forever and wasn't one to back away

now for some more cute moments post-birthday celebration

you take max to base every day right

and hangman will carry him on his shoulders all the time

if he's not done with his flight or workout or whatever, maverick takes his place

or his fairy godmother :)

as soon as he lands, max takes off at the speed of light and goes barreling towards him (how tf is the kid so FAST)

as hangman picks him up he looks at you and says "can we please have another kid. please"

"i want a sister! tell her, daddy!"

"see, the little man agrees"

sorry this ending was so awful i genuinely apologize...

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Daddy Issues part two

You deliver your next payment to Rafe Cameron after your agreement to save your dad’s job. But you start to develop more than an arrangement emotions. And Rafe isn’t exactly the commitment type. Part one

Hi!!! I hope you enjoy part two!! I’m so nervous for sequels lol. But this is filth guys. Warnings! Oral! Fem and male recieving. Degrading! Unprotected sex! Spitting! Some angst but good ending! Abusive dad! Violence! Probably not in order but oh well. Barely proofread. Okay anyway enjoy. Thank you to dolly for beta reading!!!!

It was time for your next payment.

Rafe had instructed you to wear your favorite outfit, one that no one had ever really seen before. He wanted to be special and he wouldn’t tell you what he assigned you to do once you arrived at his penthouse.

He told you the key code as you typed it in and the door unlocked. Your heels clicked against his floor as you peeked and saw him leaning against the wall. He looked even hotter with his white half unbuttoned shirt and dress pants. His hair was starting to fall from being slicked back and he gave you an appreciative smirk.

“You look sexy, baby girl. Come here.” He beckoned with a finger and you quickly obeyed.

Your dad had been out of jail for three days and was mostly gone making up his lost hours at work. The drunk bastard hadn’t paid attention to how you got him out as he shrugged past you this morning while you tried to recover from last nights fucking session.

You were still sore in between your legs but Rafe couldn’t get enough.

And neither could you. This was becoming addicting and you were also afraid. You were starting to want more and notice small details about him. How he liked his coffee once he let you go yesterday morning. And the momentary second he held you last night after you came. His fingers could be soft and gentle as they traced over a small scar on your body.

He didn’t ask where it came from and you didn’t feel like telling him about the time your dad threw a beer bottle at you and it cut your skin.

Rafe seemed to understand your situation more than he ever let on. But you didn’t dare to ask.

As you got to him, he grasped your chin and admired the makeup you put on and started to spin you.

You wore a favorite dress, knee socks and a pair of heels. Your hair was loose which was a rare thing since it was usually up during a long shift.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous. Too bad all that makeup is gonna be wasted.” He growled and his hold tightened. He immediately pushed you to the floor, wasting no time getting you on your knees with an expectant look in his eyes.

As you reached forward to pull his bottoms down, Rafe’s large hand lightly smacked your cheek. “Remember what to call me? Or do I need to remind you?” You had halfway pulled down his boxers.

“Yes, daddy.” You whispered and he gave you a half smile of approval.

“Good little bunny,” His sentence ended in a moan as you stroked the soft skin of his dick and spit on the precum tip.

Rafe brought out a side of you that you only secretly fantasize of being. Nothing much was off limits with him and you didn’t feel afraid to allow yourself to be as dirty as possible. You ran your tongue on both sides of his cock before kitten licking the growing beads on his tip like the obedient girl you were. Your hands teased him as you rotated motions on his dick. You had learned over the past short days what felt good to him from your lack of experience.

But Rafe wasn’t in a mood for teasing as he yanked your hair back, hard and slapped the tip against your tongue and shoving inside your mouth. You initially freeze, still getting used to the feeling as your throat wants to close but you force yourself to relax and breathe through your nose. His skin gently grazed your teeth as your cheeks hollowed as he started violently thrusting.

He started to throat fuck you, his precum sticking to your breath as you attempted to pull back to swallow but he only held you harder as your hands were pressed against the wall to steady yourself with fingers splayed. “Daddy, I can’t breathe.” It sounded like a jumble but you knew he fucking understood you by the way he laughed with sadistic humor.

“You can fucking take it, you dirty bitch.” He says between thrusts as your eyes were welled and shed tears.

Your gag reflex wanted to kick in but you remembered his previous words about breathing through your nose.

It was painful in the most delicious way as Rafe bobbed your head but then as he came to his edge, he removed you and you felt him cum all over your face. Your mouth, jaw and neck was covered in sticky fluid as you blinked and went to rub your eyes. You coughed slightly with a drunken moan.

“You’re such a whore, you know that? Letting me fuck your mouth. Smear all that pretty makeup. We’re not even halfway done with what you owe me.” He growled and nudged you flat on your back.

He easily shoved your dress and exposed your bare pussy. It tightened around nothing as he dreamily ran his fingers along the slit. “Only I get to do this, understand? Only I get to fuck this little cunt.”

“Yes, daddy.” You whined as he plunged his middle and ring finger inside you, curling them as your walls clenched around his digits. He pumped them slowly in a come here motion, his thumb able to stroke your throbbing clit as black prickled the edge of your vision.

All your problems felt forgotten as he widened your legs, your heels making a slight noise against the wooden floor as he bent your knees. He took out his fingers and then straddled you. Like last night, you expected him to start slamming into you but he pulled both legs over his shoulders, your back arched off the floor.

He was able to hold your thighs as his heavy cock stretched you out and started relentlessly thrusting. Thank god you were wet enough as he humped you like a fucking animal, “that’s it, baby. You’re doing so good.” Your eyes widened briefly before your core fluttered intensely.

He never praised you in a genuine way but you didn’t echo it as you tried to hold onto his arm. “Thank you for fucking me, daddy.” You managed between his movements. His mouth was parted as he grunted, his hair fully across his forehead.

He made you swear up and down that you wouldn’t use birth control and you kept your word. Your own release came and spilled all over his cock in a shrill noise that escaped your abused throat.

Rafes own cum coated your insides as you felt his hand shake around your thighs. You both stayed there for a few seconds.

You briefly wondered if he would give you the same fluttering gentleness he did last night but that hope quickly vanished as he pulled off, leaving you on the floor. “Get cleaned up. I’ll take you home.” He said dismissively and your heart ached as he walked away, getting dressed again.

You shouldn’t expect any different. This wasn’t a relationship. This was a business transaction and ownership. Everything he said was just in the moment. But the hurt was still there. You had done all this for a man who didn’t deserve it and now…was it worth it?

You did it more than your asshole father. You were doing this because you liked Rafe Cameron.

He had the decency to wait for you to enter your home as he dropped you off. Your dad had taken the car but you were met with a disaster as you closed the door with your heeled shoe. Your dad was sitting on the floor, empty beer cans surrounding him as you made a noise of frustration.

“Where the fuck have you been?” He slurred and paused at your messily wiped off face. “You out there whoring yourself? To that Kook?” His words were a slap as he stood.

“Yeah, dad. I had to hook up with Rafe so I could get your ass out of jail.” You ground out. “I don’t want to hear it.”

Your dad scoffed. “I don’t give a shit what you do out there. But when you get in here at least have some self respect. You’re no better than some slut.”

“Stop it. Stop talking like I’m a piece of trash!” You shouted. “I do nothing but try and keep this house and fucking help you!”

The hit came without warning and faster than you ever expected. You scattered on the carpet. Clutching your cheek, your dad kicked you without warning. “Coming into my fucking house, talking to me like I’m a little bitch. Who the FUCK do you think you are?” He hit you again, harder and your mouth was bloody.

“STOP IT!!” You screamed. “DAD STOP! I’m sorry!” You sobbed.

The door burst open, slamming against the wall and you saw Rafe’s tall form fill the space. His blue eyes caught you and they burned with rage as they saw you in a heap. His head snapped at your father who loomed over you unsteadily.

Rafe lunged at him and landed a sickening punch. You heard the crunch of your dads nose, knocking him against the wall. Rafe punched him again in the face, the jaw, his stomach and finally he blindly wailed on him. “Don’t you Fucking Ever Put Your hands on her!” He roared at your father who was slipping on the ground, his eyes shut and bloody.

“Stop! Please!” You shrieked at him, scrambling to stand. “rafe, please!”

That made him slow and jerk his head towards you, his knuckles bloody and his shirt haphazardly to the side. He breathed hard before focused again on your father. He yanked him closer by his collar. “You ever touch her again, I will kill you. You understand, motherfucker? I’ll fucking kill you.” He shoved him away allowing him to fall on his broken nose.

Rafe pulled off his jacket as he approached you. “Here.” He said gruffly and put it around your shoulders. “We’re fucking leaving.”

You shivered in his car as tears streamed down your face as he drove you back to his house. The drive had been silent. Rafe had taken you to his kitchen where he got out an ice pack and pressed it against your cheek. It was almost awkward. Being in his home without the immediate fucking. And he wasn’t used to being kind. That you could tell by the way his eye contact wavered.

You still hadn’t spoken. You had drank water to try and clear the blood from your mouth. “Thank you, Rafe. I don’t know what would have happened if you didn’t save me.”

He shook his head. “Don’t thank me. I-I’m really sorry.”

That took you aback. “You’re sorry?” You questioned.

“Yeah, I am. I never should have taken you back. If I knew how bad he was I would have-“ He clenched his jaw and gingerly stroked your hair out of your face. “I treated you like shit earlier. That wasn’t cool.”

His struggle for words was endearing as you let him figure out how to phrase it.

“You’re gonna stay here. Take a break. You need to heal. You know I’ll take care of you? You don’t need him anymore. I’m your daddy now, princess. Don’t even think about that piece of shit.”

Your eyes watered again and you nodded. Not having the energy to put up a fight. “Thank you, daddy.”

Rafe nodded. “Good girl.” He glanced down and lifted you up on the counter. You gasped and he settled his fingers on your legs.

Rafe lowered until he was on his knees. You looked at him with shock as he separated your thighs, and his gaze was predatory as he looked at your cunt.

“I only do this for you, bunny. No one else gets daddy’s tongue” he ran his tongue along the slit before it laid against your clit.

Your head rolled back and you cried out as he sucked the center before lapped at your pussy like a starved man and kept you from jerking around. Your thighs went around his head as he moved his head to capture your cunt, his sloppy lips sucked and slurped every ounce of arousal you gave him. This experience was so different and better than you thought. Rafe Cameron on his knees beneath you was a rare sight and you couldn’t get enough of his moans. He repeatedly went from greedily licking your clit to putting his tongue inside until you were riding his face. Your ass was on the edge of the counter as you whimpered and whined his name.

“Daddy, I'm gonna cum.” Your breathing was fast as you covered his mouth with your creamy fluid and he groaned deeply and licked up the mess.

He stood and wiped his chin with the back of his hand before kissing you. You tasted yourself on his tongue as he sucked your lower lip and when you winced he stopped.

“Sorry, princess.” He chuckled and nodded. “Well, I’m not really good at this. But I don’t want to just fuck you. Just so you know.”

And those words were in his language the most sincere he could tell you. And you accepted it.

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[daysofyellowroses]

red rose ii

kerry von erich x reader | 2.6k | sequel to this story (you can read this as a standalone as it's basically just plotless and i won't expect anyone to read a 10k fic just to know a backstory) | 18+ minors dni - this is plotless smut because i felt like it, enjoy!

“I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride.”

A chorus of cheers rang out from the congregation, hands clapping together as whistles rang out around the church.

You met Kerry's eyes, standing across from him in your pink, puffy bridesmaids dress. He gave you a wink and you rolled your eyes with a smile as you cheered on Kevin and Pam, the two of them starting to head down the aisle. After a moment you were by Kerry's side, your arm in his as you began to leave the church.

“Second time today you've walked me down an aisle,” You grinned, looking over to your boyfriend. “Making a habit of it, are we?”

“Might just be,” Kerry teased, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “hope you don't mind.”

“Not at all, I encourage it.” You smiled, watching a shower of rice wash over Kevin and Pam as they walked out ahead of you.

There was some standing around as the wedding photos were taken, all the various relatives and friends being swapped in and out, the photographer giving more demands thanan army sergeant. Part of you felt a little silly being in the photos, being a bridesmaid alongside Pam's old friends, but you had still been so thrilled when she'd asked you. After all, the two of you had become friends, which was a joy.

As Kevin and Pam took pictures with their parents, you rested your head on Kerry's shoulder, his arm around your waist. David and Mike stood across from you, bored expressions on their faces that made you smile.

“Can't memories be enough?” David sighed as he rested his hands on his hips, looking over to the photographer. “I'm starving, I'll eat his damn camera if I need to.”

“Give me half,” Mike sighed, folding his arms. “A crumb, anything.”

You smiled as you turned and whispered in Kerry's ear, his hand tightening on your waist.

“I'm still full.”

“Good to know,” He murmured softly, grinning as he looked down at your dress. “You know, you really can't tell this thing was crumpled up on the floor a few hours ago. All that panic for nothing.”

“I wasn't the one pulling it off,” You grinned, your hands coming to rest on Kerry's shoulder. “that was all-”

“You!” The photographer snapped, gesturing to you and the boys. “get on over here, all of you.”

“You hold him down,” David looked at Kerry. “I'll get the camera.”

A couple of hours later, you were taking your seat after your latest twirl around the dancefloor. You took a sip of your drink, looking out to the floor filled with people having the time of their lives. Your gaze fell on your dad, smiling as you watched him and Carla sway together, laughing about something and unable to keep their eyes off each other. A moment later, Kerry came and sat next to you, his arm resting over the back of your chair.

“Having fun?” He asked, looking over to you with a smile.

“Of course,” You grinned, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, your hand resting on his thigh. “I was just thinking..my dad and Carla will stay a while longer, the house is gonna be empty. Seems a shame to waste it.”

“It would definitely be a shame,” Kerry smiled, resting his hand on top of yours. “I say we sneak out the back and if anyone asks we'll just say I felt sick and didn't want to make a big fuss.”

“Wow,” You raised a brow with a smile as you stood up. “I'm making a rebel out of you, Kerry Von Erich.”

The drive home seemed to take an age, all you wanted to do was get out of your dress (again) and wile away the evening in Kerry's arms.

When you finally arrived, you practically leaped out of the truck, rooting around in your purse for your key. You could hear Kerry laughing as you held half the contents of your purse in your hand while you searched, rolling your eyes with a smile.

“Alright I got it, we're good,” You finally fished the key out, walking up the steps to the front door and opening the door. You walked into the small lobby and turned as you waited for Kerry to join you.

“Still feels strange,” He grinned as he walked into the house, closing the front door. “I still expect to have to sneak through your window.”

“You can walk around the back and shimmy up the drainpipe if you want,” You grinned, lightly pushing down your puffed up sleeves. “For old time's sake.”

“And leave you here all alone?” Kerry raised a brow, striding over to you with a smile, wrapping his arms around you. “Absolutely not.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling truly content as you met his eyes.

“Good..I don't want to be apart from you for even a second. Who else is gonna help me out of this thing?”

“Good thing I got experience then,” Kerry grinned, and you laughed before an excited squeak flew out of you as Kerry picked you up and started walking to the stairs, your arms secure around his neck.

When you reached your bedroom, you got onto your feet and wasted no time turning your back to Kerry so he could pull your dress off as he had before you'd left the house earlier.

To your surprise, he took his time, standing close behind you as his fingers slowly released each button. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss to the nape of your neck and you let out a soft breath as you closed your eyes.

“Kerry,” You groaned softly, no real admonishment in your tone.

“Shh, we got time,” He murmured softly, trailing kisses down your back as he slowly unbuttoned your dress. “Just enjoy it.”

You didn't need to be told twice. As much as you had enjoyed the morning, it had been rushed. You'd been in Kerry's bedroom, with the background noise of David asking where his tie was, Mike banging on the door to get his shoes, and the radio blasting out.

Now, you were more than happy to feel Kerry's hands slowly glide along your bare back before he carefully eased your dress down your shoulders.

“Turn around, gorgeous.”

You moved slowly, holding your dress to your chest as you turned and met Kerry's eyes with a smile. After slowly pushing the dress off yourself to pool at your feet, Kerry held his hand out and you took it before stepping out of the dress and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Well this really isn't fair,” You grinned, moving your hand to lightly toy with the grey bow tie wrapped around Kerry's neck. “You get to stay fully clothed, bow tie and all, and I have to be naked?”

“You've still got these,” Kerry grinned, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. “So it's fine.”

“Is it though?” You hummed, moving your hand to gently stroke Kerry's cheek. “Because I don't think it really i-!”

You gasped as Kerry picked you up and carried you over to your bed, throwing you down on it and taking his suit jacket off. Your panties were instantly soaked as you watched him move slowly onto the bed, settling between your legs.

“I don't need to be undressed to do this,” He murmured softly,his hands gripping your thighs. You closed your eyes as you felt him slowly peel away your panties, feeling his gaze on you. It was already driving you crazy, your body desperately wanting more, but at the same time you found yourself enjoying that he was taking his time, giving you so much attention.

When you felt Kerry's hands gently moving along your thighs you let out a soft breath, your chest tightening as he placed a soft kiss on your inner thigh. You were sure neither of you had moved so slowly since you sparked your relationship back up again.

Not that it was a bad thing, of course. You were snatching moments where you could, in his bedroom or yours, in your truck, and that very enjoyable time when he dropped by the garage to pick you up and you got a little delayed. You couldn't quite meet Mrs. Davenport's eyes when you dropped her car back.

But now..now it was like there was nobody else in the world but the two of you, Kerry wasn't having to hold his hand over your mouth to cover up your moans, you didn't have the thrill of potentially being caught, but you did have Kerry between your legs, licking a slow stripe up your soaked core.

A moan escaped your lips and you relished not having to hide it. Your hands found the sheets as you let the moans fall freely. Kerry seemed content to keep a slow pace, taking you apart a little at a time, and your protests died in your mouth, replaced by ragged breaths and moans.

“So pretty,” Kerry murmured softly, and you slowly opened your eyes as you felt him slowly rub his fingers over your clit, spreading you open as he moved down. His eyes met yours and you felt like you could die happily in that moment as he smiled at you.

“All mine, ain't you darlin’?”

“Yeah,” You managed after a moment, your heart racing. “All yours baby.”

Your head fell back against the pillow as he slowly pushed his finger into you, his tongue slowly swirling over your clit. You wanted to tell him how good it felt, how you wanted, needed more, but the words couldn't get out, your mind swimming and your body crying out.

Emotion and tiredness and desire all melted together within you, and felt like you could cry as Kerry pushed another finger inside you, crooking the digits as they found that wonderful spongy spot inside you.

“Oh god,” You moaned, your hand falling over your forehead. “Kerry..I..please..”

You were sure you heard him murmur something like “I got you baby” but the building wave in your stomach grabbed your attention as it began to crescendo, a cry escaping your lips as Kerry worked you open.

It took a moment for the breath to settle back into your body, your heart hammering in your chest. Kerry lapped you up, and you whined at your own sensitivity while loving the feeling nonetheless. You reached down and touched his arm, wanting him closer, needing his arms around you.

Kerry moved slowly, your hands reaching out to touch his arms when he was finally above you, trying to steady yourself.

“Please tell me I can undress you now,” You murmured softly, your hands moving to the top button of his shirt. “Don't torture me..”

“Go ahead,” Kerry grinned, watching as your fingers moved to undo his bow tie, the material gathered around your hand as you unbuttoned his shirt. You hadn't had time to take his shirt off earlier, you relished in being able to freely.

“I love you,” You murmured softly as you slid the shirt down Kerry's arms. “You know that, I know, I just like reminding you.”

“I know,” Kerry smiled, getting his shirt all the way off before meeting your eyes. “And you know that I love you. Always have. Always will.”

“I always have too,” You smiled, hands moving to unbutton his pants. “I always will..you're it for me. Nobody gives me what you do, makes me feel the way you do.”

“You mean..like this?” Kerry asked, leaning down to kiss you and grinning into it as you gasped. You felt his hand move on top of yours, helping you push down his pants.

“Exactly like that,” You murmured softly, resting your forehead against Kerry's. “Just need you to do one thing..”

You gripped his shoulders, pushing him over onto his back.

“There, perfect,” You grinned, leaning over to pull his pants all the way off and dropping them to the floor before looking back at him.

“I think I should just keep you here forever. It suits you.”

“You won't hear me complaining,” Kerry smiled, holding his hand out to you. “C'mere angel.”

You took his hand, moving forward til you were straddling his lap. The friction of his shorts against your bare core was heavenly, your hips shifting a little.

“Comfortable?” Kerry asked, a teasing tone in his voice as he gently stroked his thumb over the back of your hand.

“Very,” You nodded, a soft moan escaping you as you moved again, biting your lip at the sensation.

“I was gonna take ‘em off but maybe not yet,” Kerry mused, moving his free hand to your hip.

“No,” You breathed, your hand moving to the waistband of his shorts. “I need to feel you. Please.”

Kerry gave you a nod before you pulled the shorts down, his hard cock springing free and resting against his stomach.

“Fuck,” You murmured softly, gently gripping Kerry's election and giving it a few slow strokes before lining yourself up and sinking down slowly.

“Oh god,” You moaned, your eyes falling closed as your head tilted back. “Mm..”

When you were filled completely, Kerry wanted no time in sitting up and wrapping his arms around you before flipping you onto your back. He took your hands on his and held them above your head, pushing deeper into you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, wanting him as close as possible.

“You're everything, you know that?” Kerry murmured softly, leaning on to kiss your neck as you arched your back. “So perfect..my good girl..”

You slowly tugged your hand from Kerry's, moving it to grip his hair as his fingers deftly moved to your breast, thumb rolling over your nipple.

“I shouldn't let it affect me so much,” You moaned softly, your hand in Kerry's squeezing tightly. “But..fuck..”

“It's okay,” Kerry murmured, sucking a mark onto your collarbone as he thrust into you harder. “You can enjoy it, being such a good girl for me..”

“Mm,” You nodded, your eyes rolling back as Kerry hit that spot inside you, your hands gripping his hair. “Yes, I..”

“You what, baby?” Kerry asked, his lips trailing kisses back up your neck as you tried to gather your thoughts.

“I..I love being your good girl,” You moaned, legs falling apart as Kerry began fucking into you harder, deeper. “Please..”

“I got you, darling,” Kerry moved his hand to grab your thigh, holding it up and open, your eyes clenching shut as you felt the wave build.

“Hey, eyes on me, angel.”

You felt like you could let go then and there, your eyes opening to meet Kerry's. You could feel the desire in his gaze, the want and the passion and the all consuming love that had you wanting to wrap your arms around him and never let go.

Everything fell away as you cried out, eyes rolling back as you saw stars, felt Kerry's warm touch and heard his sweet words somewhere in your mind, feeling him fill you with warmth.

It took a moment to come back down to earth, turning on your side slowly and wrapping yourself around Kerry. He wrapped around you instantly, placing soft kisses to your forehead and whispering to you about how good you were, how perfect and beautiful and wonderful.

It wouldn't always end in such a way, where you had time to heap praise and embrace each other. At least not for a while. But in that moment, there was nothing else, just the two of you, in your perfect moment.

[mimisplayground]

Captain Price, Brat Tamer Extraordinaire

tags: brat taming, spanking, thorough prep, ALL ACTIVELY CONSENTED TO, however.., power imbalance, hinted at poly!141, KINDA a free use kink BUT NOT EXPLICITLY, aftercare at its finest, dumbifcation (dick got you stupid), open to ghost sequel :3, power difference but the hot way, he calls you love and sweetie, you call him sir and his rank while hes fucking you so…

uuuhhhh i just REALLY want that old british man…

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Price was an authortive man. He was firm when he spoke and he didn’t take arguments to his orders.

So when the cute little mouthy cadet glares at him and tells him to fuck off, he almost wants to be mad. He acts mad, his voice booming in your face and blood flowing to his dick when he watches you continue to glare even as tears well in your eyes, your bottom lip quivering as you do what your told. Grumbling under your breath.

This becomes a pattern. You listen well for a few days, longest he’s clocked you behaving was a week. Finally you start to get a bit mouthy and him or one of the others end up having to get loud with you to get you acting right. Though he would never forget the time he watched you roll your eyes at Ghost when he had just yelled at you. And he doesn’t think he could get the look of your face crying while Ghost has a hand wrapped around it with your cheeks smushed together out of his mind either.

Certainly not when it’s the main thing he thinks of recently when he’s got his hand wrapped tight around his own dick.

You were a crybaby. An awfully pretty one. But you were a fucking brat, and it left Price stuck with being incredibly turned on and pissed everytime he had a feeling it was gonna be another day where you wanted to run your mouth.

So he was surprised when one day, walking past the room where the men changed, he heard Soap snickering about how he wished he could fuck you, see how long you kept mouthing back. Not surprised at the statement, Price knew the others wanted to get their hands on you. But surprised at how much he himself seemed to contemplate the idea.

Which was what led to you being led into his office when you had next mouthed off. Months of your attitude had worn on him, and when you had told him to “fuck off and shove it up his own ass”, he had quickly and quietly made it clear that he expected you to follow him to his office. You stood there in front of his desk with your arms crossed, tapping your foot and huffing often.

Price stared you down for a moment. “I’m sick of your attitude.” He had practically snarled out. Watching you shift awkwardly, as if the annoyance was fading into worry. “And I think it’s time we take care of it.” Price finished off calmly. It left you nervous, he could tell. He sat down, and he waved his hand for you to come closer.

“I’m not gonna force you. If you say no it’s fine, and you’ll run 20 laps.” He saw you shudder at that. It was by no means a small track. And he knew you had only ever done 10 at the most. But it was the alternative and equal punishment he had picked for if you declined him now. “If you don’t want to do that, you’ll lay across my lap.” He finished, watching to gauge your reaction.

He saw you contemplate. “I want you to know that neither is the easy way out. Your attitude problem will be fixed when Im done with you, one way or another.” You huffed.

“Gonna spank me like you’re my dad or some shit?” You sassed at him, nodding in consent and yelping when he tugs you down and across his lap. “Yea love, that’s the plan.” He laughs slightly as he yanks your uniform pants down, happy he caught you in a moment where you didn’t have the full uniform on and he didn’t have to worry about the padding and belt. Yanking your underwear down with the pants and staring at your ass for a moment.

“Perv.” You mumbled out, yelping when a harsh, sharp smack landed on your behind. You squirmed, and Price kept a hand firm on your back. His hand raised and dropped down again quickly, 5 more smacks coming in succession.

He had never been known for being light with his hands, and it was showing in the discoloration of your behind. You were squirming around, complaining loudly. “You’re a fucking dick! I hate you, you’re awful!” You had been screaming it out practically, and his anger spiked at the idea that someone could be outside thinking he was allowing you to speak to him like that.

“Enough!” He boomed out, the harshest smack he had delivered so far landing right where your thigh and ass met. You yelped harshly and quieted down quickly. You both sat in silence for a moment, Price trying desperately to will away the blood rushing to his cock.

With another blow he had hit the other side in the exact same spot, eliciting a choked noise. He knew he had hit a sensitive spot. You remained quiet, hoping it would grant you mercy.

“Apologize now, and I’ll consider stopping. Want to hear you beg, sweet thing.” He had demanded, watching you profusely shake your head no at his order. “That’s too bad,” he sighs, rubbing your behind softly before pinching a bruise and hearing your whimper “I would’ve even been nice to you after if you listened the first time.”

His assault quickly picked back up, now focusing on the sensitive back of your thighs. He listens to you ramble out pleas of mercy and sobbing out apologies. After a good ten hits he had stopped again, not before pinching the soft spot he had just spanked raw and bruised and listen to your whimper.

You whine and cry, mumbling out apologies that has him sighing and moving you up so you’re sat gently on his lap as he hugs you and soothes your back as you cry and squirm away from where your ass meets his rough pants. He had hugged you to show comfort, but also to hide how flushed his face had gotten listening to your cries and whines.

He really couldn’t hide the bulge in his pants much though, and he full blown jolted when he heard your cries quiet down and felt your hand brush against the bulge. He leans back in his chair, quirking a brow up at your attempt at puppy eyes with him. “Lemme make it up to you…” you mumble out, fiddling with the waistband of his pants and tugging at his shirt to untuck it.

Price stares at you for a moment, sighing before he picks you up and sets you on his desk, grinning slightly at the groan you let out from the soreness of your bottom. He grins harder when you hears your grumble at the fact that he grinned. He unbuckles his belt quickly and yanks it down, and he can’t help but feel pride swell at the squeak you let out before shuffling away.

“It won’t fit,” you said, with so much resolve that Price was almost inclined to believe you. Instead he let out a loud laugh and grabbed your calf, lifting it up gently and watching you hesitantly lean back to lay on his desk. He massages your leg gently, all the way to your upper thigh before quickly giving the other leg the same gentle treatment. “Promise I’ll be gentle preparing you, we’re through most of the punishment part anyways, love.” He has your leg grasped in his hand, pulling it over and leaving a kiss on your ankle. “If you’re ok with it?”

And god grant you mercy, why did a grown man, your Captain no less, have to be so weirdly cute with the way he tilted his head as he asked the question. You stare at him for a moment, and he grins softly when you nod yes to him. He leans over, arms caging you down and leaving kisses all over your face. One of his hands runs down your body, reaching between your legs and toying with your most sensitive spots.

He plays with you until you’re putty underneath him. Gentle and just firm enough to leave you twitching and teetering the edge of release with your brain reduced practically to goo. He’s so composed as he does it too, an arm keeping you pinned so you can’t buck your hips up and his body blocking you from being able to squirm away. Stuck at his mercy and babbling incoherent nonsense and begs.

The hand finally goes further down and the tears coming from your eyes at this point are from ecstasy. A single finger prods at your entrance, and he wishes he could he felt bad about spitting into his own hand to lube it up to push the first digit inside of you with the mix of your arousal to help. But from the way your shuddering and pushing down on his finger, he would argue that you probably didn’t mind much. He was gentle with adding another finger as well, scissoring you open and listening to your loud groans.

He had gotten to three fingers quickly, stretching and thrusting them before you finally managed to cut through your own incoherency. “Please, Captain, Sir, anything, whatever you wan’ me to call you just please,” he was almost impressed with how you drew out the please into a whine, “put it in. Wan’ you in me, now Sir, please.”

That was really the only coherent thought and sentence you seemed able to string together right now. At least thats what Price would guess from the way you went back to your mumbles and moans. So he sighed and kissed at your tears as he pulled his fingers out and lined himself up, pushing in slow and firmly.

By the time he was all the way in he had to stop and give himself a moment to catch his breath. “So tight love, grippin’ me tight.” He was groaning, lifting your legs over his shoulders and into a mating press. He listened to your begs for him to move, to mess up your insides real nice. After a few moments he listened to those pleas.

He thrusts hard, snapping his hips up and stopping after he hears you squeal “It hurts!” He leans down, kissing your tears again. “Need me to stop? Don’ wan’ to hurt you love,” he kisses your lips as you pout.

It takes everything in you to pull a full thought together and even more to get it out. “Hurts where you spanked me…” you groan out, whining when he laughs and pinches a bit at the spot. “Want me to-“ hes cut off at your quick shaking of your head and a small “don’ stop.”

“Whatever you want love, call it part of the punishment.” He leaves another kiss on your lips and goes back to harsh thrusts that leave you screaming and gasping for air under him. He’s firm and rough, but the absolute perfect pace that leaves you downright shaking.

And when his hand comes down to play with your sensitive spots again as he thrusts, you feel the knot inside of you tighten and snap as your eyes roll back and your body arches up off the table and into Price. He holds onto you tight, continuing his thrusts harshly as you twitch under him, your hands reaching up and petting his hair as if to let him know to continue.

“Wan’ cum inside sweetie, can I? Please love…” he groans as you nod yes into his neck and with a final harsh thrust he feels the knot in his own stomach burst as he cums deep inside of you.

You both lay there for a moment, panting harshly with sweat all of the both of you. You look a mess, tear streaks down your face and drool from your mouth. And Price looks up at you questioningly after you giggling when he leaves a kiss on his shoulder.

“Your mustache tickles.” You say with a small smile, and he smiles back before leaning down to kiss you. He picks you up, opening a door to his private room -and straight to the bathroom- setting you down on the toilet.

You sigh in relief when he picks you up and sinks you both into the bathtub. You squirm a bit at the sting of warm bath water on your sore ass, and he kisses the back of your neck as he gets to work washing the both of you.

Price has you sleep in his room, and finds himself snickering for the next week when he catches you opting to stand when able. And holding back almost full laughter when you’re forced to sit at meetings or in vehicles as you squirm around.

And when he hears that your attitude is getting bad with the others again when you’re so sweet and almost obedient in front of him, Price shrugs and tells them to figure it out.

When he walks past the training room to see you in a headlock by Ghost while he’s clearly whispering something mean in your ear (if your tears are anything to go by), hes got a feeling your attitude will be getting a lot better for all of them soon.

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left it open for a sequel for da cod hoes

PLS HYPE THIS UP MY OLD MAN DESERVES IT. and guys this was like, almost entirely self indulgent so… sowwy :p (pls ignore any typos guys… i literally have no beta reader its just me, my whims, and my prozac getting us through these fanfics)

again, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! SEND IN ASKS!! I WILL GET TO THEM!! im running out of ideas guys pls send asks and requests…

[bigfan-fanfic]

Back Into Trouble (Winchester!Reader x Winchester Bros PLATONIC)

A sequel to Brother Mine

This fic takes place somewhere near the end of season 1, after episode 19 but before episode 20. In addition, there's a song called Brother Mine that is really sweet and cute especially if put into this context of being Sam and Dean's, but especially Dean's, older brother. "I know that I sit and I worry too much/Especially when you come home such a sight/But I guess what you've got to do, boy, you go ahead and do it/And I sure hope things will be all right"

You may not have enjoyed returning to hunting, but you're damn good at it.

Although it's made even more frustrating when your father actually calls in.

You're not so thrilled about continuing on this... gallivanting cross-country, especially when John is chasing down the demon that killed your mother.

But Sam seems to have come to terms with it, though you honestly feel like that might have more to do with his desire to avenge Jess.

The real problem you see with your little brothers is their inability to let go.

You had all been raised by John in the hunting lifestyle, the family business.

But it's been decades since your mother's death. A horrible thing, that you have had to come to terms with having no real answers for.

And you can understand the desire for vengeance, for a clear-cut answer that will "solve everything."

It won't.

Something you've tried to get your brothers to think about is the future. About what they want out of their lives.

Because you remember how it was, living completely in the moment, day to day, hunt to hunt. And it was Bobby who pointed out that you had potential, that you deserved a life, if not now, then at least the promise of one.

So you convince them to take a rest in Massachusetts after leaving a hunt. Just to take a couple of days for hanging out.

Dean wants to see the Cheers bar and Sam wants to visit the Old North Church, so you get an actual hotel suite in Boston.

You check in with your colleagues and employees, apologizing for being incommunicado for so long. Thankfully the hotel has a business center with a fax machine you can sign invoices and contracts with.

Dean looks at you curiously. "So... you really did just... start a business?"

"Technically I bought it out from the owner who wanted to retire. So more... maintaining."

"You really are just... out of the life."

"I was, til you two called me."

"...sorry." Dean mumbles, and you grab his shoulder.

"Don't be. I was never doing this for Dad. I'm here for you and for Sammy."

Dean nods thoughtfully.

"You saw him. With that girl at the art gallery. He liked her. She liked him."

"Yeah."

"And you... with Cassie."

"Your point being?"

"Life keeps building off-ramps for you but you keep on truckin down this road."

Dean scowls. "Look, I'm not stupid. I know this life is dangerous. I know my days are probably numbered. But I'm making a difference. I'm saving people."

"What about you?"

He blinks. "What about me?"

"I'm done trying to force you out of the life, Dean. It's your choice. When we finally deal with all this shit - when the bastard that killed Mom is dead and you and Sam are finally free... I'm not gonna stop you if you go back to hunting."

"You're not?"

You nod. "But I'll be damned if I'm gonna lose contact with you again. I'll be there when you need a place to crash or a voice to call. Maybe you'll even visit me.

"Just... I need you to promise me you're not gonna run yourself into the ground. None of this has been your fault. It's not your fault about Mom, and it wasn't your fault I left, and it's not your fault that Dad couldn't really be a dad to us."

Dean wants to protest but you shush him. "You're gonna do what you do. And I'm gonna stop hunting again. For good this time. But when you decide it's time to come home... I hope you come to me, little brother."

You stand up then, leaving Dean to his thoughts. He's quiet for the rest of the day, but you feel an almost companionable nature to the silence.

And just maybe, after this all... maybe your brothers will follow you away from the things that go bump in the night.

[igotanidea]

cold : Dick Grayson x fem!reader

summary/request: fluff sequel (ish) to Quiet, requested by anon :)

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It was 2 am.

The only thing a normal person do at this hour is sleeping, but clearly Y/N and Dick were not normal.

It’s been a year since they got together after finally being pushed to confess and it seemed like nothing has changed while in fact – it felt like they were living in a completely different world.

Y/N has hanged her vigilante cape and decided to focus on a detective work, while Dick ditched his daytime shift for the benefit of being Nightwing.

Each of the titans went their own way and while the group still hanged out from time to time they had their own lives with Gar staying in the Red, Rachel studying at Gotham University, Tim rocking the Gotham, Conner spending time in Metropolis and Kori continuing on finding herself on Earth.

However.

Some things stay the same.

And that’s why she was awake at that freaking 2 am, just waiting for dick to show up and report being safe and uninjured. Or ready for patching up.  After so many years it’s been kind of tradition.

The other thing keeping her awake was the freaking cold she got completely out of the blue and which she needed like a hole in the head. Tossing and turning in the bed, being tired like hell and unable to get any rest was probably even more infuriating than Dick’s dad jokes and his chattiness.

She was about to get out of bed and grab a glass of water just to ease her sore throat when she heard almost inaudible thump on the floor in the kitchen. Y/N quickly jumped out the bed, completely forgetting the slippers and the cold air in the apartment, rushing towards the source of the sound.

“Hey Y/N. You’re out of cheerios’, but I put it on your grocery list. Can I have the rest of the honeycombs at least?” Dick, still in his black and blue Nightwing suit was in the middle of rummaging through her kitchen cupboard .

“Achoooo! Hi …. Dick….Achoo!!”

Dick spun around and frowned at her .

“You good Y/N?” he grabs the glass of water and hands it to her with the most genuine concern and care.

“Yeah…” she sniffled “I’m sick….” Her voice was distorted by the stuffy nose

“Oh, baby I’m so sorry. Come sit down for a bit before you get dizzy. I’ll keep an eye on you?” he offers, his caring nature shining onto the surface like a ray of sunshine immediately warming her up despite the fact that she was still barefoot on the cold floor. He takes a few step forwards picking her up and placing gently on the couch, reaching for the blanket to cover her and fixing her pillow to make her comfortable.

“You done patrolling for tonight?” she looked at him with a puppy eyes, moving over to make some place for him.

“Bruce called it a night some time ago….” He shook his head sheepishly, taking off his domino mask and revealing those  pretty blue eyes she loved so much. She could finally see Dick and not just Nightwing. “I was about to get back to Manor for some rest, but wanted to drop by and make sure you’re safe and sound. Or… in this case…” he touched the tip of her nose “whether you need anything or maybe some company….”his voice was filled with love and his gaze was so warm when he watched her like this.

“Both……” Y/N muttered

“I can definitely do that. Besides, nothing relaxes me as much as having you in my arms. How about we watch a movie and have some hot chocolate?” he offered

“It’s 2 am……”

“Yes and we’re both awake, so might as well use the time well. So? What’s it gonna be? Movie and snacks?”

“yes, please…..” she cried out quietly pulling the cover up “I’m cold…..”

“Well, we can’t have that….” Before she can do as much as blink he was up preparing the drink, adding tiny marshmallows and her favourite sprinkles at the top and handing it back to her making sure she wouldn’t burn herself. “Here. Drink it while still warm”

“I missed you…..” she whispered taking a sip and melting from the affection with which he was looking at her.

As much as he tried to cover up for it, even in the half-light of the room he couldn’t hide that little blush creeping on his cheeks. “I missed you more, love.” He cleared his throat before adding some more words “you’re so adorable in your jammies…..”

“Sick and snotty and all red on my face?” she sniffled again, holding a sneeze making a funny face in the process.

“Yeah… always….” He laughed softly “even when you’re sick and gross you’re still the prettiest.”

“Stop it….” She mumbled looking down, flustered at the choice of his choice of words.

“Not a chance, love. Hey…. Do you maybe want to cuddle? I know I said it before, but I can only rest with you next to me….”

“I don’t; want to give you cold….”

“I’m not worried about it….” He took the mug from her hands and put it down on the coffee table out of her reach. “I just need to hold you.” His hands reached for her waist and the back of her head, switching positions slightly so he was now sitting on the couch with his back leaning on the arm, while she ended on the side, her head on his chest, her legs entwined. He fixed the blanket making sure she was covered and warm, pulling her close, caressing her back and brushing her hair, humming softly. His touch was so light and so gentle and comforting she instantly felt like a little baby tucked into bed at night and protected from the pain, fear and other bad feelings. He was here. All was good. All was perfect even if only for that moment.

“Hmmm…” she muttered snuggling closer, listening to his steady, calming heartbeat and  just enjoying the little pampering coming from Dick.

“Close your eyes, baby, I’m here. You’re safe in my arms.” His grip on her tightened a little, his strong arms encasing her and being her shield from the world.  “No one will get to you now. It’s just us…. You and me….”

“You’re so warm…..”  she muttered hiding face in his chest and holding him back, wanting nothing more than to stay like this, even if it meant losing sleep and being sick.

“I’ll keep you safe baby, I promise” he kissed the top of her head tenderly, fixing his pose just to make her more comfortable and her heart just swelled from the love for him almost bursting out of her chest.   

“Dick…..”

“Yeah?” he reacted immediately, her quiet voice pulling him out of his reverie when he noticed her lips moving against his chest. “what it is Y/N? You need something?”

“I love you…..” she whispered

“You mean it? You love me?” his breath hitched a bit, his heart skipped a bit. She said it before, but every time she used those 3 words it was like the first time and he couldn’t get enough. He just had to make sure that this wonderful, lovable, amazing girl in his arms loved him.

“Yeah…. It’s not just a sick and tired talk…. I really do….. I love you….” She raised her head from his chest connecting their foreheads in a soft, intimate gesture.  Feeling her face so close Dick couldn’t help closing his eyes and searching for her lips with his, noses brushing like an Eskimo. They both stayed still, hung in the moment waiting for the other to make the next move. Finally he broke first, his heart hammering in his chest when his lips brushed against hers for a moment then came away as Dick looked deeply into her eyes, his own full of emotions he couldn’t even come close to naming “Y/N…..” he whispered with a voice thick with affection and love, trying to convey all those unspoken things that they both felt passing between them.

“You’ll get sick….”

“I don’t care…..I’d rather be sick with you in a hospital then healthy and alone.” He had a lump In his throat but his eyes were telling her everything she needed to know – I love you….. “Besides, you don’t leave me any choice, sunshine….” He smirked pressing his lips on hers this time going for a full on kiss, all of his thoughts on her… her….. her…..

She, who instinctively tangled fingers in his hair, whining softly at the feeling of his mouth on hers after so long apart, after the fear of him getting hurt, of losing him of missing him. And apparently he felt quite the same when the sensation of her hands in his mop of hair and her little whimpers send a shiver through his entire body,  making him deepen the kiss. His hands traced the side of her face and moved down, brushing her exposed shoulders and arms, resting on her waist, the desire to feel all of her clouding anything else and becoming harder to control. He just wanted her close, wanted to hold her, hug her and never ever let her go.

“Dick….” She pulled back abruptly, switching to a sitting position “I….achoo! achoo!” she turned her face not to sneeze at him, her eyes becoming glassy, her nose puffy.

“Oh, my baby….” He cooed brushing a strand of hair from her forehead and putting it behind her ear smiling lovingly. “You want to cuddle some more?” I don’t want this to be over… he thought to himself.

“I….ah….achoo!” he impact of the sneeze send her back a few inches and he pouted.

“You’re just so adorable….” Dick reached for the box of tissues and handed them to Y/N who pouted even more. “come on baby… smile for me….”

“I hate being sick…..”

“Maybe I’ll just keep convincing you there’s a silver lining to it? How does that sound?”

“Stay?” she whispers

“Always….” He reached for her again, pulling her back to the same position as before, slowly lulling her back to sleep, not letting go for even a second through the rest of the night.  

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

I think a cute one would be the reader finds out shew pregnant and is nervous on how tangerine will react , lemon can tell something is wrong so she explains and he calms her down. She tells tan and ends up being so excited , lots of fluff at the end. He's excited to teach the baby how to use a gun

hii! this is so cute, I love it. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

expecting

tangerine x fem!reader

wc || 565

sorry I feel like ive been spamming you guys this week😭 ive had tonnes of tan requests, and just trying to get them all done- apologies for flooding your notifications

・₊✧ masterlist + taglist

You and Tangerine have never discussed the possibility of starting a family, so you were uncertain how he would react when you shared the news that you were expecting. Considering your boyfriend's occupation, you weren't sure it would be the best news for him, especially now during the busiest time of the year. 

You weren't sure how you felt about it all just yet. You just wanted to tell someone, get it off your chest— anything. The weight of the news was too heavy to carry by yourself, so you confided in Lemon. You told him you were coming up to the five-week mark and how you were scared to tell Tan. You wanted advice on how to share the announcement, what to say and how to say it— what would be the best way to go about it. 

After your talk with Lemon, you felt much better about the pregnancy, calmer even. You now knew how to approach the situation— how to announce it. Well, an idea, at least. On your way home, you stopped by a supermarket and browsed around the clothes. More specifically, the newborn aisle. You didn't want to get your hopes up, but you couldn't help yourself, so you started small— adding a cream cotton hat and matching socks to your basket before continuing the rest of your shop. You picked up a gift bag and a card after searching for the many snacks you've recently been craving.

Once you get home, you rush up to your shared bedroom to quickly prepare the news before Tan could grow too suspicious. 

"Oi. Why didn't you say hello?" Tangerine chuckles on the other side of the door. "Ignoring me or sommat?"

"No— no, just one minute. I gotta change my clothes. Was so hot out there. Sweated through my clothes," you partially lie. It was hot, but you were also pregnant, so you weren't sure what was hormones and what wasn't. "Just a second," you mumble, holding the pen between your teeth as you add the baby accessories to the bag.

"Disgusting," he jokes, laughing earnestly.

"Alright, ready. Come in," you call out, sitting cross-legged on the floor with the bag in your lap.

"What you doing down there?" he boyishly grins, head cocking to the side.

"Sit," you smile, tapping the floor next to you. You hand the bag over, and at that moment, you feel all the previous fear resurface— all of the anxiety you thought you reassured— it all came back. 

"What's this?" he softly asks as he opens the bag, eyebrows knitting together in focus. "Is— is? Is that—“ he mumbles, his eyes remaining glued to the tiny accessories in the bag. "A—" he stammers, his neck immediately snapping to face you, a stunned expression across his face. "A baby?" he whispers, barely audible. 

You nod slowly, watching his face light up.

"You're pregnant?" he quietly asks, eyes softening as if he couldn't believe the news. "I'm gonna be a dad? I'm gonna be a dad!" he grins wide, his eyes brimming with tears. "Oh my god," he whispers, wrapping you in a tight embrace. "So— sorry, sorry," he chuckles, loosening his grip, cautious of the life growing inside you. "I'm gettin' babies first gun." he jests, cradling your head as he held you, keeping you close and allowing each of you time to remember this moment.

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[pookie-mulder]

August 2024 fic roundup

This was truly the month of the longfic. And to think I only read short fics until @skelavender showed me the error of my ways!

📰🖋️ Paracelsus by prufrockslove

One of the biggest txf fics ever, and I absolutely devoured it. I loved reading it right after Hiraeth and seeing all the little nods to their past lives. This author knows how to spin a yarn, guys. My one complaint is the never-ending miscommunications towards the end, which is never my favorite source of drama/conflict. Just talk to each other, you idiots! (Although they have those moments in canon, as well, I suppose.)

⚾️🏟️ A Moment in the Sun by prufrockslove

I will remember this fic for the rest of my life. It’s the type of fanfic you want to write fanfic about. It makes me wish I knew now to print and bind my own books. The universe is so rich and developed. Definitely in my top 5 of all time!

Here’s a list of things I love about it:

William. My precious, bratty British boy.

The way the plot includes elements of the mytharc but put together in a different way so you don’t know exactly how it’s all gonna come together

Emily!! You know I love a good Emily AU, and this fic certainly counts. I’m a sucker for a found family, and this fic delivers.

Josh Exley my beloved (and Arthur Dales, but the other one)

Dad!Mulder. The man is an absolute DILF. He tries so hard to overcome his shortcomings and be the father his kids need.

Frohike. His job as an eccentric baseball manager suits him surprisingly well, and his characterization is on point.

The little nods to canon, including episode titles and locations.

The insinuation that all of PFL’s AUs take place in the same universe (as Mulder said, “It has to take more than one lifetime to learn to love someone this much.”)

The only thing I’m not zazzed about is the ending. It kind of just…ends? I would’ve loved an epilogue or even a sequel (or a 12-book series).

🏫📸 Dr. Scully’s School for Exceptional Boys by prufrockslove

Oh boy. This fic is a tangled mess of emotions and betrayal and shame and guilt and love and promises and sacrifices and, most of all:

Definitely recommend.

👒👩‍🔬 The Regency Files by @slippinmickeys

I needed something that needed less mental energy after 4 massive PFL fics in a row, and this one delivered! It’s sweet, romantic, elegant, and has just enough of a plot to keep you interested. If you’re a fan of historical AUs (as I am now, I guess), this one’s a must-read!

🛌🍷 The Reunion by @muldersfingers

Absolute trope-y goodness without feeling too cheesy or predictable. My favorite part is how much they laugh and tease each other when they finally make use of that one bed ;)

🐶🥇 underdog takes the title by @wtfmulder

MSR’s first time is sweet, silly, and giggly. Mulder is absolutely pathetic and pitiable, which Scully finds hot (same, girl). It absolutely melted my heart!

👶👨‍🍼 the bitter and the sweet by @xf-cases-solved

What if baby William was a girl? What if they named her after Samantha?

Absolute perfection. This is how season 8 should have ended!

🏔️🌲 The Mountain Man and A Deadly Hunger by aka_Jake

This historical AU takes place in the same time period as Paracelsus, but it’s so vastly different in its setting that it’s unfair to compare them. In this one, Mulder is a Montana mountain man who smuggles arms to the Native Americans, and Scully hopes to become an army doctor in a nearby frontier town. It’s a classic Wild West romance with plenty of drama and conflict. I love how each of the characters feel like themselves, especially Scully, who retains her headstrong independence despite social norms.

🔙🥩 The Mastodon Diaries by aka_Jake

Mulder and Scully travel back in time to the Pleistocene era and must rely on their wits and each other to survive.

This is one of those fics that changes you as a person. I will be thinking about it for a long, long time. It broke my heart a thousand times and then lovingly stitched it back together. There were so many moments that took my breath away.

The portrayal of prehistoric humans is especially incredible — they’re so well-thought out, and their culture is so rich and developed. Even though 12,000 years separates us, we’re not so different from each other in the end. I absolutely fell in love with the native OCs, which is a compliment of the highest order. I already miss them!

Anyway, it’s like this fic was created in a lab specifically for me. It has all my favorite tropes and story elements: wilderness survival, historical AU(ish), soooo much whump and caretaking and hurt/comfort, found families, Dad!Mulder, and a surprising amount of romance. If you haven’t read this one yet, I’m begging you to give it a try!

🇦🇶❄️ On the Verge by aka_Jake

This fic fits into one of my favorite canon holes: How did Mulder and Scully get back from Antarctica? I love reading everyone’s different takes on this missing scene/plotline, and this one is no exception!

[g4yforethan]

always forever

pairing: tate langdon x gn!reader

summary: reader moves into the murder house and encounters tate who is curious of the new owners

warnings: cursing, kissing

a/n: tate is not a criminal in this story i just find evan peters hot ! also i love y’all smmm!

you and your family had moved to los ángeles after a fire engulfed your previous house in flames. you never found out the cause of the fire but your mom put the blame on your dad for "leaving the stove on at night." you were also sad that you were going to leave your hometown and all of your friends but stayed optimistic for a new beginning. when you arrived at the house, you felt an energy. a strange energy. the house was victorian style and had lots of space. you could see why your parents chose it in the first place. after getting all your things inside, your parents went out on a date to celebrate the new move. they had invited you but you were too tired to go out and decided to stay in and order a pizza instead.

after getting into bed and watching a movie you hear a thud in your closet. you were scared but courage ran through your body and quickly opened it. there was a boy inside. you screamed for him to get out. "wow wow relax. i was just trying to see what cds you have here." he said as you back up from him scared. "first of all who are you and how the hell did you get into my house?!" you could've sworn you had locked all the doors so it was impossible for him to have snuck in. "let's just say i know all the ways to this house. i live right next door to you and seen plenty of people move into this house." "okay well then what are you doing in my room? and you never told me who you are."

"i told you i'm just tryna see what kind of albums you got here. not good ones though. and my name is tate. what's yours?" he got closer to you and now you could see he had blonde hair and soft skin. "i'm y/n. we just moved here today." tate started to move around your room and noticed some your posters that you had hung up on the wall. "mhm scary movies huh? i'm a big fan of friday the 13th." you laughed and found his sense of humor entertaining. "same the sequel's better to be honest. well my parents are coming home soon so maybe you should go." he gave a disappointed look at you. "sure i can't spend the night here? we could listen to some cds and maybe have a quick make out session or something?"

you were taken back by what he said but you couldn't deny the fact that he was exactly your type. "i mean we could listen to an album or two." his face lit up with excitement. the two of you sat on the floor listening to a rock album while tate discussed his life and asked you about why your family moved. "it was just a lot. i mean we never knew what caused the fire but we basically lost everything. i'm just nervous for this new part of my life and meeting new people and-" you started to tear up and tate took note of this and started to hug you. "hey hey. everything is gonna be okay alright? i mean it's gonna take time but at least you got me here so." you smiled and found comfort in tate. with his arms wrapped around you, the two of you locked eyes as your lips met his.

the two of you kiss for what seemed to be hours but it was a good 5 minutes of kissing. tate began to kiss your neck as you ran your hands through his hair. he lifted your shirt and placed his hands on your waist. “god you’re so beautiful.” he whispers in your ear as your face warms up and your cheeks turn red. he lays you on your back and starts to leave kisses and hickies on your chest and belly. his soft lips leaves you wanting more and more of his touch. his hands start to reach your zipper. “can i?” he asks you. you nod and he smiles and starts to unzip your pants.

all of a sudden, a knock on the door interrupts you two. “hey y/n we’re back home!” your dad yells outside from your room. you look at tate in fear while tate has a calm look on his face. “oh my god you have to go now!” your dad starts to open the door and you close your eyes and cringe in fear. “hey honey is everything okay?” you open yours eyes and look around your room. tate was gone. he was there just a second ago. “uh yeah i just woke up right now.” your dad asks you to come downstairs for leftovers. you agree and look around your room. how did he do it? you look in front of you. “boo!” it was tate. “oh my fucking god tate! how did you hide so quickly?” “let’s just say i know this house a little too well.” he leans in for a quick kiss before disappearing again into thin air.

[sameschmidtdiffname]

feeling a bit weird asking this request since i haven't actually seen anyone write such a thing, but i'd like to ask for something about the parent figure!mike (NOT SMUT OFC), maybe something he's the reader's father or brother or something, if it's not something you could write just ignore !!! (i'm also not a native speaker so i apologize if it sounds impolite i always have this problem :/)

Girl have you read my fics?? Do NAWT come on here talking about feeling weird for a request when I have written shit that's sending me to super hell with Jensen Ackles or whoever played the angel guy from Supernatural. (I hope that joke made sense, I'm not in that fandom </3)

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!! Fresh off the press for you pookie <3 (BTW, your English js great and you weren't demanding at all!! Seriously, don't feel bad 😊)

Same Shit, Different Schmidt

Dad! Mike & Gender Neutral! Reader

(This gif always sends me, I'm sorry)

Summery: You are a stubborn ass and Mike is not here to put up with that shit. Where'd you get this attitude, anyways? Is it so hard to just listen?

Tags: No use of Y/N, Reader is Mike's child, this is lowkey a sequel to 'What's One More?' but that is absolutely not required to read this, sickness, reader almost passes out, slight angst, Mike takes care of reader, Mike has a come to Jesus moment, mentions of arguing, injury, underage drinking, Abby and Mike go at it at one point, just a cute lil drabble :)

Notes: it feels illegal to post something so short. Is this allowed?? Anyways, this was so cute to write! Definitely a new approach. I hope you guys like this! Thanks for the request anon, I always love getting them 💗

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"I'm fine," you groaned emphatically, trying to to rise from the bed, musty from your body's sweat during the night.

"You are not fine, do not bullshit me," Mike scolded. His hands pressed you back onto the bed, his scowl growing as he feels your temperature through your moist shirt. "When did this start?"

"I told mom my throat hurt last night and she gave me some ibuprofen. It's seriously just a cold," you said, trying one more time to rise from the bed.

"You always get a sore throat before you get sick, have since you were a kid. When did the fever start?" His hand feels freezing against your clammy forehead, making you shy away to avoid the chills that threaten you.

"Not hot."

"You want me to call your mom so you can gaslight her, too?" His tone is firm and threatening. "Is there something you're trying to get away with here or...?"

"I have tech tonight for my show, I can't miss," you finally admit. You open your mouth to continue, but Mike quickly cuts you off.

"No. Out of the question," he said.

"Dad, I'll get in trouble-"

"You will get everyone else sick and then what? I said no," he said firmly. But when he sees the way you sink into the bed, eyes sad and finally accepting the situation, he thinks of your mother acting in a similar manner or Abby when she was your age with the same attitude. It makes him relent, pressing his lips tight together. "What do you need me to do?" He asked, voice softer as he strokes your cheek. Your eyes brighten for a moment, a smile breaking out. "You're not going, I'm just asking what I could do to help."

You sink into the bed once more, crossing your arms.

"My director is gonna hate me," you mumble.

"I will deal with her, or she will deal with me. I promise you one's better than the other," he said. At that you crack a smile, finally looking at him.

"Mom's not gonna be pleased either," you said.

"Mom's not gonna let you go either," he said. "I'm getting the thermometer and then I'm moving you to the living room so I can watch you better. You get control of the TV as your consolation prize."

You twirl your finger in the air, rolling your eyes as emit a mocking 'yay,' glaring at him as he shoots the same glare down at you, walking out of the room and slipping his phone out of his pocket to call your mother.

"How upset are they?" She asked on the other side of the phone. He could hear the office chatter going on around her as he searched through the cabinets for the supplements they kept in stock.

"They're not thrilled. Not planning my death yet, but it's coming," Mike huffed. "Is it elderberry that helps with sore throats?"

"Elderberry makes it worse after you get sick, helps before. Don't give them that," she said. There's a slight pause before she adds "You realize this attitude is inherited?"

"Oh," he groaned, sucking on his teeth. "I wasn't gonna throw you under the bus like that."

"I helped raise Abby, do not pin this on me," she laughed.

"I don't deny sickness," Mike said.

"I can name five seperate instances where you did," she countered. Mike froze for a moment, trying to remember. "Just go easy on them. Remember you're dealing with your kid."

"And yours," he countered.

"Supposedly," she teased.

"I'm pretty sure that was you I knocked up."

"But are you sure?"

"Well, there was that one time with your mom."

She laughed. "Have them text me when they can. I'll deal with director, she knows me better."

"Thanks. She terrifies me. Kinda get why they don't wanna miss," Mike admitted. With a quick laugh and a quicker goodbye, Mike clicks off the call, slipping the phone back into his pocket. He gathered the vitamins in a small cup, grabbed the other needed items and made his way back to the room that used to house his little sister.

"Okay, Mom's dealing with director and is willing to grab dinner of your choice if you'll-" Mike trails off at the sight of your empty bed, worry prickling through and tainting the annoyance rising in his chest. He calls your name, turning to look for you before his ears tune in on the shower running in the bathroom. He sighs, placing the items on your bedside table and making his way to the living room. All is well until about ten minutes after the water shuts off, when he heard a small but sure 'thud' ring from the room.

"Honey?" He called. Nothing.

He rises from his chair, his mind trying to remind himself to stay calm and not jump to its automatic thoughts of harm and anxiety as he walked quickly to the door.

"If you don't answer I'm coming in," he warned. The quiet groan on the otherside is all he needed to quickly open the unlocked door, trying not to panic as he catches sight of you curled up on the floor with your head between your knees.

"I'm fine," you said quietly. "Got dizzy." Your clothes are thrown on haphazardly and it's clear how disoriented you are. Your hair doesn't even look properly washed.

Mike's arms are comforting, familiar and protective as he carefully lifts you up, taking you to the couch as though you weigh nothing to him. When his mind is racing like this, you may as well not.

"What were you thinking?" He asked in a panicked voice. "I told you you weren't going."

"My director hates me and tech is like, our biggest practice. I can't miss," you insisted, barely able to stand the light shining through the open windows. The couch is cool against your skin, the old leather offering relief. Mike had brought it home a few years back, a surprise he'd found at a thrift store with your help. Still pricey but a Christmas gift for everyone in the house. Your mother shook her head as she finally agreed maybe the couch that was as old as her needed to be replaced.

"Your mom is dealing with her and she's gonna deal with you next if you don't listen to either of us," Mike said. He ran back to your room, collecting the items and returning to your side before you could even respond. "Can you just let us take care of you?"

Oh. Oh. Fine, okay. There it is. He hears it now, that point your mother had just been making.

As the thermometer takes longer than he'd like to beep, he sighs at the sight of you looking like death on the couch. "You get this attitude from me," he finally sighed. You raise your brow quizzically, waiting for him to continue. A soft noise emits from the device. Mike takes it from your mouth and scowls at the number that flashes back at him. He hands you a now room temperature cup of throat coat tea with three ibuprofen to help with the fever before he takes your hand.

"Did I tell you about the time your mother had to drag me to the emergency room for stitches on my forehead?" He asked, smiling. You snort, taking another sip of your drink. "It happened when you were little. I don't even think you were two. Abby was going out with this idiot and figured out how to take out the screen in her window so she could sneak out without any of us knowing. This girl was bad news, I mean-"

"Aunt Abby?" You asked.

"What? No. No, the girl she was going out with, Lisa Browning. Had her come home with a belly button piercing once, I wasn't happy about that. Anyways, Abby decided that she was going to this party one night and I'd found her bed empty halfway through the night while I was going to check on you. Well, I decided I was gonna wait for her in her room with the lights off until she got home. So I sat in front of her window and eventually got tired, so I shut my eyes. Figured it couldn't hurt. Took a couple hours, but eventually your mother woke up and my side of the bed was empty and she heard this loud as fuck noise from your aunts room. This is like four in the morning, mind you," he said. "So she jumped out of bed and heard your aunt yelling, saw some guy in dark clothes on the floor, open window and the lights are off, and she's still wiping sleep out of her eyes."

"Oh no," you groaned.

"Oh yes. Grabbed some metal Eiffel Tower thing on Abby's desk and just swung at my head. Hurt like a bitch," he laughed, you joining in as much as you could without hurting your throat. "It was a good hit. I think she realized it was me when I grabbed her ankle and hollered her name cause she stopped right after that. Wasn't too bad, but I wouldn't stop bleeding."

"So did Abby get in trouble?" You asked.

"Are you kidding? I was even more pissed, I chased her down the hallway after her girlfriend climbed in and fell on top of me. I was ready to kill her. Your mother had to drag me and her into the car, go back and grab you and deal with us screaming at each other all the way to the hospital. Not that I wanted to go, I was fine with just pressing a dishcloth to the thing and carrying on with my plan to rip my sister a new one. She had to threaten us both to actually get me inside, and I only conceded because I was too dizzy to object by that point. I think the nurses assumed she was insane. I mean, kid on her hip, dressed in pajamas with some drunk teenager bickering with a guy bleeding from his head at the crack of dawn. I'm surprised no one called the cops. They did have to almost seperate Abby and I, though. Which just upset me more."

"How did they get you to calm down?" You asked.

"Your mother handed you to me while she walked Abby to a bathroom so she could take a go at her. And you were all upset anyways because I wasn't paying attention to you and you didn't understand why the nurses were fuckin' with me or why I was upset. Once I had you in my arms I refocused, calmed down a good bit. Someone brought me a book to read you and we got to focus on that while they prepped me for stitches," he said the last part softly. "I was so glad when Abby got out of her teen rebellion phase."

"She ruined mine," you joked.

"Yeah. She used pretty much every trick in the book, so we were ready for you. Sorry," he said.

"It's fine, I don't like parties."

"I don't either."

Mike's phone buzzed in his pocket. He checked it, typing a quick response before refocusing on you. "Your mother wants to know what you're thinking for dinner," he said.

"Chinese?" You asked.

"That comes from your mom's side," he smiled. "She'll be pleased."

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Short but sweet. This was a fun one :)

Taglist:

@jhutchissupercool @gh0u1ishly @joshhutchersons-slut @schmidtsbimbo @sugarevans @wompwompwomp57 . Thank you for your support! <3

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[mountttmase]

A Mountain To Climb: The Sequel

Chapter Seven

Note - happy Wednesday all 🩷 it seem like years since the last chapter but I really hope you enjoy slightly silly Mase is this one 🥺 he’s so precious I love him but yeah any feedback would be greatly appreciated and thank you 😘

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 5.3k

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut and angst

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‘Am I dead?’ Mason asked, his voice slightly croaky. It was the first thing he’d said to you since waking up and you felt the panic wash through you thinking there might be something wrong. Before you had a chance to speak or ask what was happening, Masons dad was laughing at him, shaking his head as he took a few steps over to his son.

‘No you’re not dead you pillock. Why would you think that?’

‘Why is there an angel next to me then?’ He loudly whispered, he gaze meeting yours and even though his was drugged up to the eyeballs you could tell he was a little unsure of what was going on. That didn’t stop you from blushing though as his parents laughed even harder and Mason became even more confused.

‘Wait, do you not remember who I am?’ You asked, a slight panic in your voice as you got a bit closer to him, his far off stare not really helping but the warm ditzy smile that spread across his face made you realise he was just playing.

‘I know you. You’re the love of my life’ he confirmed, reaching for you but all the wires he was attached to wouldn’t let him get too far so you approached him carefully and gently brushed the hair out of his face. Smiling as his eyes fluttered at your touch before looking up at you seriously. ‘Have I still got my balls?’

‘I should think so’ you laughed, look up to see him mum looking down at him with a disappointed expression whilst his dad tried to hold in a laugh.

‘How you feeling now Mase?’ Debbie asked gently, tapping him on the calf and he looked over at her with a goofy smile, almost as if he wasn’t sure she’d been there and he was pleased to see her before he shrugged his shoulders and scratched his belly.

‘I’m hungry and a bit sleepy’

‘Well when the meds wear off and you’ve had a nap we’ll get you home and see what you can eat’

‘What do you fancy?’ You asked, your hand still combing through his hair as he looked up at you in deep thought.

‘I’d love a burger’

‘Are you sure you’re gonna be alright with him?’ Debbie asked you, clearly worried for her son due to the state he was in but you didn’t get time to answer her as he was huffing and puffing in protest.

‘I can still hear you know? They didn’t remove my ears whilst I was out’

‘How do you know?’ You asked him, watching his eyes widen as he hurriedly reached up to feel the sides of his head in hopes his ears were attached. His face relaxing once he felt them before you looked up to Debbie’s worried face. ‘I’ll be fine, I promise. You guys get some sleep I can take it from here’

‘And you’ll call when he’s ready to come home?’

‘Of course’

‘Come on Debs, let’s go we’ve been here for hours. I’m sure Y/n can look after him for a little while’ Tony winked before they both said their goodbyes to the pair of you and made their way back to Masons house.

You understood Debbie’s worry, this was the first time she’d left her baby after an operation and you knew she wanted to mother him but they’d been at the hospital for hours without any rest and you promised to take it in shifts being with him whilst he was recovering in hospital before taking him home where they would be staying for a night or two before they’d trusted you to look after him on your own. It felt like a huge responsibility and rather that sit and worry at the hospital whilst Mason was having the procedure, you’d been home prepping the house for theirs and Masons return to ease some of your nerves. Debbie had text you as soon as he was back and he’d been awake for about ten minutes already when you got there but you could see the tiredness start to creep in.

Seeing him awake in bed made you feel lighter than you thought it would of and you took a seat next to him on the end he of his bed so you could hold his hand, causing him to look up at you with a smile and even though he was still a little dazed you could see the love behind his eyes.

‘Why don’t you take a nap’ you whispered to him but he dropped his lip in protest, causing your heart to break slightly.

‘But you’ve only just got here. I’ll miss you’

‘I’ll be right here waiting, I promise’ you told him, stroking over his hand to try and relax him before reaching down to place a light kiss his lips. He smiled up at you, a content hum coming from his lips as you pulled back

‘Hey, y/n?’

‘Yes love?’

‘They taped my dick to my tummy and I think it’s still up there’ he told you, the pain killers clearly removing any sort of filter he had and you had to hold in a laugh as he shut his eyes and got settled.

‘Okay, Mase. Just… go to sleep’ you told him quietly, sliding off the bed but keeping your hand in his as you watched him drift off. All you could think about was how much of a pain in the arse he was but he was your pain in the arse and watching him sleep so peacefully made your eyes sting. You knew it was only a small procedure and in reality he would be fine but you’d never had a loved one in this position and it had freaked you out a bit. However seeing him okay after all of it calmed you and soon after he shut his eyes you let yourself drift off with him for 20 minutes.

Mason was in an out of sleep for an hour or two as the medication wore off but when the doctor came to do his rounds he was happy enough to discharge Mason later that night. His parents came back to pick you up around 9pm and you carefully got him into the back of the car to take him home.

You had work the next day so you left mason with his parents to be babied for the day but you loved coming home to dinner made for you by his mum and you sat on the sofa with Masons arms around you to the point it was a bit difficult to eat.

‘Come on Mase, give the girl some room’ Tony laughed and you felt Mason peel away from you shyly so you kissed his cheek and held his hand whilst eating with other. You loved that Mason was touchy you you didn’t want him to ever feel that his affections weren’t allowed or that he was overbearing and the small smile he gave you let you know he appreciated the fact you didn’t mind him touching you. If anything you were happy to be next to be next to him after worrying about him all day.

‘I bet you’re happy you’ve got the rest of the week off’ Debbie smiled as she took a seat, joining the rest of you and you nodding whilst finishing off what you had in your mouth.

‘Yeah, although I’m guessing the work doesn’t stop here huh?’ You laughed, looking down at Mason who laughed before nuzzling into your arm.

You were wrong though, asides from reminding him about his medication and having to get up and down to get him snacks and drinks, he was relatively easy to look after and soon enough Masons parents were packing up to leave.

‘Debbie?’ You quietly asked, stopping her in her tracks as you both let Tony go and pack the car up so the two of you were left alone at the front door. ‘I know it must be hard for you to leave him here with me when you’re used to looking after him but I promise I’ll take good care of him’ you told her, watching a wave of emotion roll over her features before pulling you into a tight hug.

‘I know you will, love. The no one else I’d leave him with apart from you’ she told you honestly, the pair of you looking at each other with glossy eyes as you pulled apart. ‘Now you call if you need absolutely anything. We’ll be here as quick as we can’

‘I will I promise’ you told her, both laughing at how emotional the other was before you quickly said goodbyes and you waved them off from the door. Once back inside you were rushing back to Mason but he was almost asleep again, the feeling of your presence alarming him and he looked around until he saw you so he could pull you over to join him. ‘We’re do you want me, Mase?’

He sat up a tiny bit, patting the space by his head for you to sit and once you had he rested his head in your lap, grabbing your hand and putting it straightaway into his hair so you could scratch over his scalp and you laughed at his neediness. Not that you could deny him in his current state as you just wanted to make him feel comfortable and loved.

‘Thank you for looking after me, I love you’ he mumbled, settling into your touch as you leant down to kiss his nose, whispering you loved him too as the corners of his lips curved up slightly.

You’d never really looked after another human before, apart from yourself, but Mason seemed content enough. Getting stronger as each day passed and when you got to the end of the week he was practically back to normal. The both of you were sat in the garden so you could enjoy the sun whilst you had lunch when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.

‘Who’s that love?’

‘Just freya, she’s asking how you are’

‘Oh that’s nice. When are you seeing her next?’

‘Well I was going to have dinner with her tomorrow but your operation threw everything up in the air a bit’ you laughed and he looked at you with a confused expression.

‘You can still go baby, I’m fine I promise’

‘I’m not leaving you on your own for the night’ you told him

‘You won’t be, Woody was talking about coming over tomorrow and you deserve some time away from me. You’ve been looking after me all week, love. I’ll be alright I promise’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Very sure. In fact, why don’t you ask her to come stay? You can hang out here if you’re worried that much and I can get you booked in at that restaurant you wanna go to in town so you can stay close’

‘But we were meant to go there together’

‘Just think of it as you scoping the place out first’ he laughed before pulling you into him. ‘Please baby, you deserve a treat’

‘You sure you’re not just trying to get rid of me’

‘Of course not’ he laughed, kissing your head. ‘I’m just making sure you’re looking after yourself and not just me’

‘I don’t know, Mase’

Mason huffed, standing up and grabbing your plates to take inside and you used the free time to text Freya back but she didn’t seem to want to reply until Mason got back and your phone started blowing up

‘Mason…’

‘Hush up. You’ve looked after me all week, let me look after you’ he told you, linking your fingers together before he laid his head back to catch some sun.

It was 2pm the next day when Freya arrived, and you couldn’t lie you were happy that she was there, pulling you into hug immediately and you felt your eyes brim with tears. Fraya had only moved back recently and you’d hung out a few times but this was the first time you hung out properly and after the week you’d had worrying over Mason you couldn’t wait to decompress and have some girl talk.

‘Here she is’ Mason cheered as he caught sight of the pair of you, joining in on your hug as he wrapped his arms around you both so you were all bundled together until you pulled away with a laugh.

‘Thanks for letting me stay Mason, it’s beautiful here’

‘You’re welcome. I can take your bag up for if you want’ he offered but she shook her head with a laugh.

‘Don’t be silly, I’ve got it’

‘Come on I’ll help’ you told her

‘Fine, I see how it is. I’m going to take a nap’ he huffed, walking back into the living room dramatically and you let him go so you could take Freya up to the spare room.

‘Shall we do your nails on the dining table? You can keep your eye on Mason then’ she asked, and you nodded your head, thankful she understood you.

‘Sorry I must look like a right melon, I bet he’s fine now but I’m still a bit worried’

‘Of course not. It’s hard seeing someone you love like that so i get it. He’s probably used to having you nearby too’ she smiled, reassuring you more than you thought you needed to be before you made your way back to where Mason was.

‘Missing me already huh?’ He laughed quietly and you dropped a quick kiss on his head as you walked passed which caused him to smile at you shyly.

‘Nah, she just doesn’t trust you enough to leave you on your own for five minutes’ Freya told him and he shrugged his shoulders in agreement.

‘Probably a wise choice’ he laughed before getting himself settled under his blanket.

You sat facing Mason, your eyes constantly flickering over to him as Freya sorted your nails out for you. Once she was done she smiled at you funny and you furrowed your brows at her, questioning why she was looking at you like that.

‘You really love him, dont you?’ She asked you seriously but you could see the small smile on her face and the question made you blush furiously. You couldn’t get any words out which was weird to you as you we’re usually so open with Freya but you could only nod as you averted your eyes to your hands. ‘I can tell. Considering I never thought this would happen It’s so lovely to see’

‘I never did thank you for stepping in and giving me a talking to when you did’ you laughed, finally looking up at her again. ‘So thank you. I really needed that push’

‘I know you did, that’s why I stuck my big nose in’ she laughed. ‘But i really am so happy for you’

‘Thank you Frey’ you whispered, both standing up to pull each other into a hug but the sound of Mason getting up made the pair of you look over in his direction. He was still half asleep, the left side of his cheek indented by the pillow whilst his hair looked mad but you swore you’d never seen anything more beautiful. The look he was giving you though made you both laugh as you clung to the other.

‘I don’t even wanna know’ he mumbled, stumbling out the room and towards the bathroom.

The pair of you spent the rest of the afternoon catching up until you figured it would be a good time to get ready for dinner. It wasn’t like where you were going was anywhere too fancy but you couldn’t remember the last time you got dressed up properly and you knew the two of you talking would only make you take even longer.

Once you were both done, you made you way back downstairs to see Woody already sat on the sofa and you gave him an enthusiastic wave as he smiled up at you.

‘Hey Woody. Where’s Mase gone?’

‘Holy shit balls’ you suddenly heard to the left of you and your turned to find Mason looking at you with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth. ‘You look incredible’ he breathed whilst making his way over and you playfully rolled your eyes at Woody.

‘I think I found him’ you laughed as Mason came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist before kissing your check multiple time. ‘Mase’ you giggled, trying to slink away but he just held you tighter. ‘Freya, come here and say hello to Woody’ you called and you watched his face change as she entered the room. The same look on his face when he saw the picture of her you’d showed him after Masons game.

‘Ah, wood chop. Nice to finally meet you’ she smiled and thankfully Woody laughed at his new nickname.

‘You too. Ive heard a lot about you’

‘All bad I hope’ she winked, causing you to laugh as you tried to pull away from Mason but he was having none of it.

‘Come on, Mase. We need to go in a sec’ you told him quietly but he held you tighter, moving his lips to your neck as you giggled at his clinginess.

‘Sorry baby, but you’re making things tough for me’ he laughed before starting to release you.

‘Ubers outside’ Freya called and you quickly turned to give Mason a kiss before walking out, ruffling Woodys hair as you walked passed.

‘I’ll text you, yeah? And call me if you need anything. If you don’t feel well I-‘

‘Will you go’ Mason laughed as he pushed you to the door and you raised you brow as you laughed at his sudden change of heart. ‘We’ll be fine, we’re just gonna play some games and order some food. Forget about me for a bit yeah?’

‘Never’ you winked, giving him one last kiss as you were pulled out of the door.

True to his word, Mason had managed to get you a table at the new restaurant you’d been dying to try and the waitress started off by letting you know Mason would be picking up the bill so Freya ordered two cocktails before telling you everything she wanted to order claiming it’s what Mason would of wanted.

‘He’s not dead, Frey. Jesus Christ’ you laughed but she was right. He’d only moan at you for not treating yourself so you ordered way more than you needed, knowing you could take it home as the boys would probably be peckish.

It felt nice to be out doing normal things. Not that you didn’t love spending time with Mason but spending all day at home worrying about him, worrying about if he was in pain or not and then doing all of the house work he couldn’t do on top was exhausting. But sat here with Freya as you gossiped about people from work and just generally caught up on each others lives was zapping life back into you.

You did cave and send him a cheeky text whilst she was talking to the waitress about the dessert specials but he was quick to let you everything was fine and they were still playing a few games.

You were full to burst by the end of it, barely able to get yourself into the Uber home but it was later than you though and you desperately wanted to back next to Mason again so you both forced yourself up. Both a little tipsy but nowhere near as bad as you usually were.

You called out for Mason as soon as you got the door open and you followed his voice to where you left him. A sleepy smile on his face and a beanie now on his head as he looked at you, dropping his controller instantly so he could open his arms for you and you fell into him as carefully as you could.

‘Hello baby, did you have a nice time?’ He asked, voice slightly muffled by your neck and he just about felt you nod, kissing your neck in response before you pulled back to look at each other. Missing his face after a few hours apart before he snuggled back into you. His arms around your waist as he placed his head onto your chest and you could help but push the hat off to feel his hair however you weren’t prepared for what you were met with next.

‘What the hell, Mason’ you laughed, grabbing him by his jaw so he’d look at you properly ’wheres your hair gone?’

‘Woody gave me a buzzcut’ he smiled before his face dropped a little. ‘Do you not like it?’

‘It’s not that’ you laughed, eyes scanning his face and you couldn’t help but notice how his features seemed to be lifted and his eyes even bigger. ‘It’s just a shock that’s all. Didn’t think you’d trust Woody anywhere near your hair’

‘He makes a convincing argument’ he smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back. ‘Ever since the surgery it’s just been getting on my nerves and in my eyes so we thought we’d give it a go’

‘Well you’re still as beautiful as ever’ you told him quietly, dropping a kiss on his nose as he blushed.

‘What game are you guys playing?’ Freya asked as she took a seat next to Woody and she squealed with excitement as he told her. ‘Mount, are you still playing?’ She questioned, noticing how Woody was now winning as Mason had abandoned the game so he could hold you but he passed his controller over to her immediately so she could take over. Freya was as competitive as they come and was soon enough giving Woody a run for his money which he wasn’t very happy about.

You could feel Masons breathing slowly change, looking down to see him asleep on your chest and you felt your heart flutter at the sight of him. Stroking his cheek gently as you kissed the tip of his nose which caused him to stir slightly.

‘I’m gonna take this one up to bed if that’s alright’ you told them quietly as Mason woke up a bit more. ‘Will you two be alright?’

‘Yeah, don’t worry about us. We can sort ourselves out’ Freya told you, still focused on the game and Woody just nodded so you carefully pulled Mason up and walked him upstairs where you helped him get undressed and into bed before getting yourself ready to join him. By the time you were done he was sound asleep again, facing away from you so you crawled in next to him and wrapped your arms around his middle to spoon him before drifting off yourself.

The next morning you were awake before Mason and you didn’t have the heart to wake him up just yet so you quickly grabbed your phone from the night stand to catch up on everything you’d missed when no more than 30 seconds later a text from Freya came through.

You didn’t receive a reply but you saw the door open ever so slightly and Freya’s head pop around before she crept in and shut the door behind her.

‘What the hell Frey?’ You laughed as quietly as you could as she snuck over to the bed and gently got in next to you, both laughing your heads off but trying to keep quiet so Mason didn’t wake up.

‘Just because you share a bed with a boy now doesn’t mean I get to miss out on our morning chats’ she told you quietly and you pushed you face into the pillow to try and stop laughing too loudly.

The pair of your normally shared a bed or a room whenever you stayed together and you always reserved your morning to catch up on the night before. A tradition Freya clearly didn’t want to give up and you were thankful for Masons massive bed so the pair of you could scoot over away from him a little bit and hopefully not wake him him up with your gossiping. You’d been talking for a little bit until the topic changed to the night before.

‘What time did you go to bed last night?’

‘I think we headed up at like 1:30 in the end’ Freya told you and you picked up on her words instantly.

‘We huh?’ You teased and she rolled her eyes playfully at you but the blush on her cheeks let you know something was going on. ‘You minx, did you guys do it? Please don’t tell me you didn’t do it on the sofa cause I’ll have to get that cleaned’

‘Shut up’ she laughed, head falling into the pillow before looking back at you with even redder cheeks. ‘I didn’t fuck him, y/n. What do you take me for’

‘Well-‘

‘No, don’t answer that’ she huffed and you bit your lip to hold your giggles in. ‘We played a few games, I made us a drink and we sat outside and talked for a bit’

‘Aww’ you cooed, reaching out to tickle her slightly but she batted you off. ‘Did you get cold and he gave you his hoodie’ you teased and you could tell by the look on her face that he had. ‘Oh I love this so much’

‘Shut up’ she grumbled, attempting to hide her face but you pulled her hands away whilst laughing. ‘He’s sweet. And he was nice to me’

‘Did you kiss?’

‘Not exactly’

‘What does that mean?’ You laughed, trying to hold your excitement in so Mason didn’t wake up but you were far too invested in Freya’s story.

‘Well, when he walked me to my room he kissed my cheek before he went to his’ you told you and you’d never seen her so shy.

‘If Mason wasn’t asleep right now you know I’d be screaming’ you told her, both erupting into quiet giggles until you felt Mason stirring behind you.

You both froze as he rolled over, his arm snaking around your waist as he pulled you to him but the sound of both of you laughing caused Mason to snap his eyes open, his eyes immediately on Freya and you felt his body go stiff against yours.

‘Good morning sunshine, how did you sleep?’ Freya asked him playfully as you tried to hold your laughs in before turning you head to look at him. ‘I know it’s not everyday you wake up with two beautiful ladies in your bed but don’t be afraid’

‘What the fuck is happening’ he asked sleepily, eyes glancing down to you but you could see the slight smile on his lips.

‘Sorry baby, we were just having a chat’ you explained and he nodded before settling back down behind you. ‘We can head out if you’d like’

‘Its fine. Just pretend I’m not here’ he said quietly before kissing the back of your neck so he could go back to sleep.

The pair of you continued chatting for another half an hour or so until you could feel Masons tummy rumbling against you and you decided to wake him up so you could make him some breakfast. As soon as Woody walked into the kitchen you felt the dynamic shift and Mason looked at you with wide eyes as he caught on to what might be happening as Woody took a seat next to Freya.

‘Please tell me they didn’t have sex last night. Like I’m not against it but I’m not cleaning woody’s spunky sheets’

‘They didn’t have sex, Mase’ you laughed, both hiding behind the door of the fridge so you could talk in secret. ‘But they were up for a few hours talking last night and apparently he kissed her cheek’

‘Soft bastard’

‘Go sit with them’ you laughed but he just held you tighter to his body. ‘I’ll bring your food over in a sec’

‘No I’m scared. I’m staying with you’ he laughed until you heard Woody calling Mason over.

‘Oi, what are you doing in the fridge?’

‘I’m helping make breakfast’ he lied before you gently nudged him away and he reluctantly made his way over to them. You could head Woody gushing about much better Freya was to play against, not listening to Masons excuses of him still being a sick man and his hand was straight in yours when you finally took a seat next to him. ‘You still think I’m great don’t you baby’ he smiled, kissing your nose as he squeezed your fingers.

‘Always’ you smiled and before long Freya excused herself to go to the loo. Woody looked like a deer caught in headlights as you both turned to face him, a deep blush on his cheeks as he knew what you were both thinking.

‘Look, before you say anything, it’s not what it looks like. Nothings happened or whatever-‘

‘Woody, it’s fine’ you laughed, giving him a reassuring smile but you weren’t prepared for Mason to be bad cop in this situation.

‘You don’t have to explain anything, but I swear to god mate you hurt her even a tiny bit it won’t be her you need to worry about’ he told him, gesturing to you. ‘Freya’s a good girl and she’s always stuck up for me so just keep that in mind’ he said seriously and even though it was making you laugh that mason was being protective it also made you extremely happy that he was looking out for the people closest to you.

‘Ignore him Woody, I think you’re very cute together. You’ll be good for her she needs someone to soften her up’

‘You two are unbelievable’ Woody laughed, standing up so he could grab himself come cereal out of the cupboard and you couldn’t ignore the way he grabbed two bowls.

‘Thank you’ you whispered to Mason but he looked back at you with a confused stare. ‘For looking out for Freya’

‘You don’t need to thank me’ he smiled, his face softening as he kissed your forehead. ‘It’s nothing’

‘I know it’s normal to you but it’s special to me you’ explained, leaning forward to connect your lips together for a soft kiss but Mason had other ideas, pulling you into him further and holding you by your jaw so you wouldn’t pull away until you heard a scoff from in front of you. Looking up to see Freya picking up hers and woody’s cups of tea.

‘You fancy going in the other room, Woody? I cant be expected to eat here and try and keep my breakfast down while they’re sucking face’ she joked, the pair of you laughing as they walked out, leaving you on your own.

‘Finally, thought they’d never leave’ Mason laughed, pulling your face back to his so he could kiss you again.

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