#this girl got you covered...literally <33

[lyv-writes]

OKAYY WE NEED DAD!SPENCER REID‼️

okay so Reader is going out for the day for like a little girls day with her best friends and says bye to Spencer and the cute little toddler! Buttt then the toddler starts missing reader and Spencer isn’t sure how to handle it at first, but then he gets the hang of it! <33

AAAA this is so cute omg thank u for this!!! i hope i was able to do it justice <33

spencer reid x mom!reader

words: 1,395

warnings: none really! just spencer being a good step-dad to your daughter, fluff, baby crying, that’s it!! :]

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“Thanks again, Spence,” you say, pressing another sweet kiss to his lips before tugging your coat off the hook and making for the front door. “Remember, Lila is allergic to kiwi. And her bedtime is 8, no exceptions. She has to go to daycare tomorrow morning.”

You had spent the morning holding Lila, playing with her and soaking up her laughter as much as you could. Spencer knew you had never really been apart from her—going to work was one thing, but there was a guilt that came with taking the day for yourself. He watches with a fond smile as you ramble through the list that you had already repeated to him twice and does his best to reassure you, nodding along despite having already memorized it.

Pre-made food in the fridge.

Medical information on the fridge in case of emergencies.

Call if she gets too fussy.

“Oh!” You say, halfway out the door before turning back to Spencer, a smile gracing your face. “And don’t let her convince you to give her sweets after dinner. She’ll ask you for fruit snacks, all cute, then she won’t sleep and it will be hell in the morning.”

“No fruit snacks after dinner, got it,” Spencer said, following your line of sight to Lila sitting on her plush rug in the living room, toys surrounding her as she played. Your face softened, affection swimming in your eyes and he could practically hear the thoughts going through your head. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he gently guides your face back to meet his eyes.

“We’ll be fine,” he says, tone soft as your shoulders sag at the understanding behind his words. “You deserve to have a day with your friends. I think Lila can handle playing dolls with me for a few hours.”

His phrasing made you giggle, picturing Lila’s pouting face, wagging her little finger at Spencer when he takes something too literally, or doesn’t do it the way she wants. For some reason, Lila is never happy with the voices Spencer does, and after a year-and-a-half she still gets that same little pinched brow whenever Spencer holds a doll in his hand, high-pitched voice mimicking a princess’s until she yanks the toy out of his hand with a firm, yet cute, “No, ‘Penth.”

Without fail, hearing his name in her little voice makes his heart soar, pride filling his chest even if she’s scolding him, wagging her little finger as she says it. He’d always been hesitant at the idea of being a father, whenever he pictured his future that was always a blurry part, but now he couldn’t imagine not having you and Lila in his life.

Searching his face, you finally come to the conclusion that he’s being sincere and a bright smile covers your face. Spencer had come to terms a long time ago, far before the two of you were even dating, that he would do anything to make you smile. A sense of pride wells in his chest knowing that the smiles you give him are just for him, a special glint in your eyes every time.

Between work, and Lila, there was hardly any downtime to just relax. Your evenings were often spent wrangling Lila into bed, usually with Spencer if he’s not away for work. Spencer made it a point to be home in time to have dinner with both of you as much as he could, slowly getting involved in her night time routine. She was 6-months-old when you and Spencer began dating, and while it took some getting used to at first, Lila began reaching for Spencer with a giggle and a giddy squeeze soon enough.

When your friends suggested a girl’s spa-day, Spencer was quick to encourage you to go. Having a toddler made it hard to have a social life, especially when your friends weren’t moms themselves. Lila had warmed up quickly to Spencer, which was the biggest relief, and it was hard to find a reason to say no when Spencer offered to babysit.

“She’s gonna be my daughter,” Spencer said, a fond smile on his face as the two of you spoke conspiratorially in the kitchen. “I already think of her as mine, I’d be happy to watch her for the day.”

Your heart swelled hearing his words, and you couldn’t help but say yes when he put it like that. Spencer, you, and Lila being your own happy little family was all you could ever ask for, and it meant more than Spencer could ever know that he had been so welcoming and understanding. He was a dream.

With a final glance at Lila and a sigh, you’re pressing another unhurried kiss to Spencer’s lips, that same lil dazed smile on his face that he got after every kiss, even after nearly 2 years. “Thank you, Spence. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replies, pressing another sweet kiss to your lips, then your cheek, then your forehead—you were gonna be gone all day, he had to get his fill while he could. “Now go before you miss your appointment.”

With a final kiss, Spencer watches as you walk down the front steps, drive away, waiting until he can't see your car anymore before he’s turning around and closing the door behind him. When he looks up, Lila is already looking at him, eyes glancing between the door and him before her small voice is heard over the cartoon playing on the tv.

“Mama?”

“Mama went to the store,” Spencer cooed, lowering himself down to sit on the floor in front of her and her array of toys. “She’s coming back, don’t worry.”

“Mama s’ore?” she whispered in her small voice, her wide eyes blinking slowly at him before her lip began to tremble. It broke his heart to see her eyes, which looked so much like yours, gloss over with tears.

“Oh, honey, it’s okay,” Spencer said, scooping her up in his arms. “She’s coming back for you. She’ll be here soon!”

With a sharp wail for her mom, the tears that had been welling up began falling in big drops, hands gripping tightly to the fabric of his shirt as she cried. Hurriedly, he began to bounce her in his arms, mimicking the way he had seen you do it countless times. He’s shushing her in a soft voice, whispering soothing words in the hopes that they’ll at least calm your crying.

Spencer wracks his brain, trying to sift through the information he had gleaned from the parenting books he had been reading for the past two years—he had started as soon as he came to the conclusion he would ask you out. Would showing her pictures of you work? He didn’t want to make things worse by making her miss you more, but maybe seeing your face would soothe her.

Transferring Lila to one hip, he fishes his phone from his pocket and opens the album of your photos, showing her various selfies, focusing on pictures he has of the two of you. After a couple of minutes her sobs quieted to sniffles and soon enough she was swiping through the pictures herself and giggling every time she saw your face.

With her swiping, it landed on a video, one he had taken of you reading a story to her before bed. At the time he had thought the voices you were using for the characters were so funny, hiding his own laughter behind his hand so that he could capture the sound of Lila’s giggles.

Spencer watches as she giggles along with herself, laughing at the way she reacts when you tickle her tummy. Spencer cant help the fond laugh the slips from his lips at the sight, bright grin tugging at his cheeks at your rosy smile.

When you arrive home that evening, only the kitchen light is on downstairs, the faint light from your bedroom guiding you as you softly push open the door. A warm smile paints your face as you slip your phone from your pocket, taking quite a few pictures of Lila, fast asleep atop Spencer’s chest, her favorite book lying next to his relaxed hand. His soft breaths rustle the hair at Lila’s scalp, her hand loosely gripping the edge of his sleeve as she sleeps.

Tip-toeing around the room, you shed your clothes from the day, slip on some pajamas before placing Spencer’s book on the nightstand. Slipping softly under the covers, you curl yourself around Spencer’s side, hand resting on Lila’s back as you fall asleep, comfortable with the people you love the most.

[nem0-nee]

Hello Nemmy Poo😈

∅ For Mayuu and Ellis😈😈😈

Omg.. it's the famed Ellrizz?!!? :OOO

"Clawthorne?! Uh... How do I say this... nicely? Don't get me wrong, she's nice and all, but she contrasts too much with me. She's too naive! Too hopeful! I've seen enough shit around here to know that this place is anything BUT a fairytale!"

"...But I suppose I can't blame her for that. I, too, once carried that sentiment of hope. Guess that's just what the cycles of time just do to you."

-KAIRYN MAYUU SAINT on ELLIS CLAWTHORNE

You sure we're living in the same world?: Mayuu is baffled by Ellis's seemingly neverending hope. How can she say such things?! Twisted Wonderland has been nothing but cruel to Mayuu. Oh well, ignorance is bliss, and Ellis just doesn't know the full truth yet. "Happily ever after my ass- This place is HOPELESS?! Please, RUN Ellis?!!?" Mayuu was about to tear her hair strands off her scalp.

THE DRAGON? FROM DIASO- STOPPPPP: Finding out that Ellis liked the fae prince... Mayuu was beyond flabbergasted. Oh Clawthorne.... if only you knew... But she's not going to spoil her fun. All she hopes is that Draconia gets a change of heart, otherwise Ellis might find her to be [REDACTED]. "Hornton kinda hot? Who the hell is th- THE DRAGON? FROM DIASOM- STOPPPPPPPP- NO. NO STOP-"

You're not that bad... I guess: Despite being her direct antithesis, Mayuu doesn't really hate nor dislike Ellis. She can be a great friend! Her sewing skills come in handy, plus the strawberry candies she helps out with are a lifesaver! "If it weren't for her, my skirt would've had a gaping hole in the back. I refuse to wear anything Crowley issues to me, so she literally saved my ass back there-"

IMPOSSIBLE?!: The surprises seem to never end with Ellis. When Mayuu found out her parents are not only alive and well, but also have a good relationship with her. She wonders where the hell is the catch? Where's the tragedy?! HUH?!?! "Ellis... the exception... I don't know how she manages to defy the tragedies of fate... I kinda envy her..." Her tone carried venom, feeling envious of how the other prefect managed to earn the mercy of destiny.

[ - The clock has struck 12... END OF CHAPTER -]

[simonrillleyyysss]

hi, sweetheart, how are you? ⋆˙⟡♡ can i request ghost with shy and inexperienced fem!reader? like she never had a boyfriend before and also she doesn’t really got a lot of attention from the guys in her life and she often feels lonely and unloved because of it. and she is really really shy about all of the affection that simon is giving her and she thinks she doesn’t deserve it. sorry for my articulation, hope it’s okay! and sorry for my grammar :( english is not my first language.

adorable!!

simon would die for you—literally and figuratively!

he doesn’t care if you’re inexperienced, you’re still his sweet little girl—and that’s fine by him!! helping you through the process of a relationship; reassuring you when you’re nervous about doing something wrong!

kissing him for example, hand cupping his jaw and shaky, soft breathes leaving your lips; trembling fingers pressing against his stubble.

‘am i..’

‘am i doing it right?’

‘doing what right,love?’

‘..this?’

adores the way you cling to him!! timidly mumbling into his shoulder as you walked along the streets;his hand slung around your waist, chuckling to himself as you babbled about your day!!!

he hates the way you look in the mirror at night, hands running down your sides as you inspected yourself in the mirror; eyes glossy and lips parted into a soft o shape, his arms wrapped around you from behind!!

‘why didn’t guys like me?’

you whisper, sniffling to yourself—hair tucked behind you ear.

‘they don’t like smart girls. or reasonable girls, girls that have worth.’

the blonde reassured, kissing your neck softly!! so gentle w u<33

cuddles? yes please, let him stuff his face between your chest and grumble into your skin; purring contently as you covered your face; whining!!!

‘siiimonnn..stopp!’

‘stop what?’

‘this! your embarrassing me.. i don’t deserve it.’

‘shut yr’ mouth, let me play with my girl.’

simon grumbled, head ducking between your thighs <3

[jackhues]

ferrari?! - charles leclerc

request: hii I loved your wolff!reader x charles ig concept could you please write more of them<33

requested by: anon : )

notes: trying out some new things, hope you guys like it, and pls don't be silent readers!! thanks for requesting <3

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part one

pictures are not mine!

y/nwolff

liked by scuderiaferrari, lucawolff, pierregasly & others

y/nwolff - charles has got dad's approval, ferrari on the other hand... also, luca's a pain, i don't recommend having older brothers. check out the full video on my youtube! tagged lucawolff

pierregasly: did you guys take him on vacation to tell him?? -> y/nwolff: we needed him to be a little bit happy. i had no idea how he was going to react

lucawolff: older brothers are goated -> y/nwolff: i'd like to return mine

y/nisqueen: the pinky promise 🥺 liked by y/nwolff

charles_leclerc: so am i allowed to be in his vision or will he destroy me on sight?? -> y/nwolff: you can be in his vision lmaoo -> charles_leclerc: really? -> lucawolff: don't listen to her, she's lying -> y/nwolff: go away luca! but just to be on the safe side charlie, you should probably be near me so that his (nonexistent) anger dies down -> charles_leclerc: this isn't boosting my confidence -> userone: charlie 🥺🥺

usertwo: this is the toto content we signed up for!

userthree: luca and y/n are the best siblings on this app, love them!!

userfour: bestie, when's the new music coming?? liked by y/nwolff -> y/nwolff: we'll see 🤭

conangray: why is this the funniest thing i've ever seen?? liked by y/nwolff -> oliviarodrigo: it's true, he hasn't stopped laughing for twenty minutes

f1newsandmore

liked by userone, usertwo, userthree & others

f1newsandmore: Toto Wolff and Charles Leclerc spotted before the race. After the video of Toto reacting to his daughter, Y/N Wolff, dating Charles Leclerc, we're all dying to know just exactly what this conversation was about. tagged charles_leclerc, y/nwolff

userone: toto explaining to charles that he's not good enough for y/n while he's with ferrari -> usertwo: and charles zoning out the second he heard y/n's name liked by charles_leclerc

userthree: i'm so invested in this entire thing -> userfour: aren't we all??

y/nwolff

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y/nwolff: dad, i promise i'm still a mercedes girl 📷 : charles_leclerc 🤍

lucawolff: says she's a mercedes girl, tags a ferrari boy -> y/nwolff: if you took the pictures like i asked, you'd get the creds

charles_leclerc: the ferrari bracelet is saying otherwise -> y/nwolff: charles!! shh!! -> userone: LMAO! y/n's fighting for her life and charles out here exposing her

lewishamilton: mercedes >> ferrari -> y/nwolff: LOUDER FOR THE PPL IN THE BACK!

landonorris: mclaren >>> -> y/nwolff: boo 👎👎

y/nisqueen: YOU LOOK STUNNING! liked by y/nwolff -> y/nwolff: mwah 🥰

y/nwolff has posted on their story!

caption: 🤍

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: date night! (with toto's approval) tagged y/nwolff

y/nwolff: can't believe you didn't post the vid of me throwing you in the water -> charles_leclerc: i need to at least try and look cool on social media love -> userone: no one cares if you look cool! we wanna see the vid! liked by y/nwolff -> y/nwolff: don't worry, i gotchu -> charles_leclerc: i'm concerned -> lucawolff: no one told you to vote yes when she asked if she should make a yt channel -> charles_leclerc: y/n literally told me to -> lucawolff: this is where being a simp gets you -> y/nwolff: get out of my bf's comments or i'll post the vids from your last bday party -> userone: I LOVE THIS!

lucawolff: is no one gonna ask for my approval??! -> y/nwolff: no -> lucawolff: rude -> charles_leclerc: you literally covered for us for months, the approval had been given -> lucawolff: oh yeah -> usertwo: lmaoo luca tryna start shit but it didn't work!

userthree: time to pack my bags and sleep on the highway

userfour: they're so cute!

userfive: god, when will it be my turn?? 😭😭

part one

[milllersfae]

Literally I just wanna say I love your writing and think ur super talented <33 And as a request, could you do a lil blurb about femme reader and protective/possessive Ellie?

sorry i got to this so late! i'd love to write this! since you didn't mention any smut, i'll keep it pretty tame, hope thats okay <3

.𖥔˖๋ ࣭⭑ blurb | protective!ellie showing everyone you’re hers

content warning: creepy men (boo), teasing, intoxication mention, exhibitionism if you squint. mdni

that night had been on your mind nonstop since you came home. you plunged face first into your pillow, alcohol-lidded breath smothered in the silk cover.

you had held your red solo cup firm in your grasp, bobbing your head under the mellow rumble of the bass heavy speakers. the sun had finally began to slip underneath the horizon, orange seeping into the sky. the house party you had attended had been in full swing, people littered all over the back lawn. the summer warmth had only prompted you wore your best slip dress, white and slim against the curves of your body. not only had it been a hit with you, it seemed to be a hit with everyone else.

the drunken slur of men had came your way, often lead with poor pickup lines and perverted compliments. you were polite, eyes shifting in hopes of the conversation ceasing with every forced laugh and nod you made. the travel of eyes made you embarrassingly flush, arms crossed over your chest in response.

then you felt her, presence lingering behind you before confirmed with an arm wrapped to your waist, lips pressed behind your ear. ellie glared at the man before you, eyebrows pressed in acquisition.

"you alright over here? nobody bothering you?" she cooed, smirk defiant on her face as the intoxicated eyes of the stranger had widened in silent fear, before promptly making excuse to finally step off.

she laughed into your shoulder, breath heavy against the skin. "fuckin' creep. hate when they look at you like that." ellie mumbled, taking your now free hand in hers.

you nodded in obligement, a long-needed smile wide-spread on your face. even with you newfound freedom ellies’ wandering hands didn't cease, her other hand rubbing soft circles on your thigh. you turn to her from the corner of your eye, watching her face scan the night-lidded backyard. her face was cocky, a look of pride that spoke that she loudly claimed you, and made you hers. and she liked it. you tapped her arm that had now palmed at your ass, face running warm at the clutter of eyes you felt pinned on you.

"m-baby, i think people are looking--"

"that's what i want."

ellie's grip tightened, her wandering stare becoming more devious as she continued. she pulled your hand nearing the porch stairs, propping you up on the end of the birch railing. she placed a hand at the length of your back, and her other snuck beneath the end of your dress. she was consuming you in broad daylight, claiming you as if a single eye wasn’t there.

you hate that you enjoyed it, a subtle sensation fluttered in your core. ellie pulled you in closer to her, teeth peaking through a impish smile.

“why are you so flustered? something bugging you?” ellie teased, hand moving up your dress and thumbing your inner thigh. you wince softly at the action, lip bit slightly at her pleasure.

“you don’t care about all these people? the stares?” you whisper, eyes wide with confusion. you are met with her lidded eyes as she laughed with a stifle.

“nothing will stop me from reminding people you’re my girl, baby.” she purred, pressing two fingers to the damp of your panties. you let out a shuddered moan as ellie leaned in to press her lips to the open of your mouth.

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[chososchalupa]

hii i just finished your fic about megumi and yujis sister and i LOVED ITTT!! could you maybe write hate sex with them? 👀 i love the dynamic sm thank u ily

aaah thank you so much ilyt <33 I have literally never written smut before so if this is awful, I am so so sorry but hope you enjoy!

Love to hate you / Megumi Fushiguro

MDNI 18+

warnings,, Aged up! Megumi x F! Reader, degrading, name calling, slapping, drunk sex, this might be really bad so im so sorry lol

Word count - 1.1k

The ride back to Megumi’s dorm felt like it was lasting forever, your body feeling extremely hot as your mind replayed the kiss you and Megumi had shared at the party. You let out a soft sigh and looked down at your lap, where Megumi’s hand was laying on your inner thigh, his thumb rubbing slow circles dangerously close to the center of your legs.

You looked up at him as the car pulled into the parking lot, he gave a small smile before thanking the driver and getting out of the vehicle, quickly dragging you after him. The walk to his room was silent, the only sound being the hurried footsteps of the two of you.

As soon as you entered the room, your body was slammed against the door. Megumi's face only centimeters away from yours as he tilted your head up to look at him,

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, glancing down at your lips

You nodded and opened your mouth to answer but before you could speak, Megumi had crashed his lips onto yours. The kiss was rough, the taste of liquor still lingering on his lips as he moved his hand down your body, stopping at the hem of your shirt. His lips left yours as he lifted your shirt over your head revealing your bare chest.

He smiled darkly before dipping his head down to your neck, “Of course a slut like you would go braless to a party”, he whispered as he licked up your neck. You let out soft whimpers as he continued kissing and biting at your soft skin.

“More, Megumi. Please”

You could feel his smile against your neck as he bit down, littering your skin with dark purple marks before pulling away.

“Be a good girl and get on your knees for me” he whispered.

As you lowered yourself to the floor, Megumi grabbed a handful of your hair, forcing your head back to look up at him, “I’m not going to touch you until you make me cum, so I hope you're good for this”

You nodded as you unbuttoned and lowered his pants, exposing his length to you. ‘Everything about him is so pretty’ you thought as you wrapped your hand around him, precum leaking onto your fingers. You began giving soft licks to the tip, slowly wrapping your mouth around him as you took more and more in until he was hitting the back of your throat.

Megumi continued letting out soft moans as you bobbed your head up and down.

“You really are a slut. Sucking my dick so fucking good” he spoke as his hand pulled onto your hair, causing you to moan against him.

The heat between your legs was almost unbearable as you moved your free hand to the center of your legs, rubbing slow circles on your clit. The added stimulation caused you to softly moan around Megumi.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” He asked, pulling your head back, His dark eyes meeting yours, “You can never just do what I ask, huh?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but were quickly cut off by a strong slap across your face. Tears flooded your eyes as your hand moved to your cheek,

“I’m sorry” you whispered

Megumi chuckled at your response, “Show me how sorry you are”, he said before thrusting his dick back into your mouth.

You let Megumi continue to thrust into your mouth as you clenched your thighs together, your own wetness slowly dripping down onto the floor beneath you.

Megumi's thrusts got sloppier and sloppier as he got closer to his release, tightening his grip on your hair as the warm liquid filled your mouth. You moaned around his length as you swallowed around him. He pulled out of your mouth and smiled down at you, “Good girl, you took me so well”. A dark blush covered your cheeks as he lifted you from your knees and laid you on the bed.

He leaned over you and connected your lips together in a slow kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth. A string of salvia connected the two of you as he pulled away before kissing down your body and ending up at your thighs. He kissed and nibbled at your sensitive skin causing you to whine as you arched your back,

“So desperate for me, aren't you?” he laughed

You moaned softly, “Please, Megumi” He completely pulled away and stared into your eyes, “Beg”

You shook your head, causing him to smile even bigger.

“You're not cumming until you beg for me”

The embarrassment flooded your body as you blinked away tears, “Please, Megumi. I need you so bad”

“More. Tell me how much of a slut you are for me”

You finally let the tears fall down your cheeks as you glared up at him, “I am a slut for you, Megumi. I want you to make me cum, please”

He seemed to be satisfied with your begging as he smiled and dipped his head between your legs, mouth latching onto your clit as he sucked softly.

With one hand pressing on your lower stomach, he moved the other to your dripping core. He pressed two fingers in at once, causing you to moan loudly and arch your back. The stimulation was beginning to get too much as you felt your orgasm building, your fingers finding your way to his black hair, pulling every time he plunged his fingers in and out.

“Megumi, I’m going to cu-”

Megumi lifted his head up with a smirk on his lips, “Not yet, pretty girl”

He carefully moved up your body as he lined himself up with your entrance, “Ready?”

Before you could respond, Megumi had pushed himself deep into you, his balls slapping your ass as he thrusted in and out. The sensation was unbearable with how sensitive you were feeling, your nails digging deep into Megumi’s back as he pounded into you.

“Harder, Megumi. Please” you moaned

He listened to your request as he slammed his dick relentlessly back into you. “You take me so well”, he moaned.

You could feel yourself tightening up again as you got closer to your release, “I’m close” you stuttered.

Megumi's hand reached down, circling your clit as he leaned down to your ear, “Then cum” he whispered, biting down softly. You moaned loudly as you squirted, covering yourself and him in your release. He looked at where the two of you were connected, your cum dripping off his lower stomach and onto his bed. He glanced back up to your eyes before connecting your lips as he thrusted one last time into you, covering your insides in white.

Once you both got your breathing under control, he slowly pulled out of you. Watching as his cum slowly dripped out of your aching core, “I still hate you” he said, as his fingers slipped down, pushing his cum back inside you. You moaned softly at his actions before opening your eyes and looking up towards him, “I hate you too”

[starrybl1ss]

soft dom!vanessa gently eating out your pussy 🙏

soft dom!vanessa eating u out gentlyy!!

okay i hear u anon!!!! Usually its either sub!vanessa or literally meany dom!vanessa so love the idea<3

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soft dom!vanessa would always ask you if she could do anything. "S' it okay if i touch you here?" And you would just nod aggresively like theres no tomorrow

She's always so gentle with you. She'd always ask if your alright.

"hghhh- fuuuuuckkkk" you groan as vanessa draws circles around your cunt with her tounge. "You 'kay baby?"

"I'm oughhhhhh! I- i'm okay" you panted. "Do you need me to slow down?" She looks up at you. "N-no"

She takes your left leg on her shoulder as you sit on the edge of the bed with your wet cunt fully on display for her.

"So pretty, all for me pretty?" She looks in your eyes. "Ness, please?..." you got a little impatient. "Okay, okay, okayyy!" she chuckles and lets out a cocky smile. "I'll take care of you.

She got to work, licking your clit perfectly where it hits you. "hhhhghhh nghhh- ness, gonn, gon' fucking- fucking cummmm" you hold on to the bed sheets, gripping them, you swear your tearing them apart.

Vanessa doesn't say a thing, she just keeps flickering your throbbing clit with her tounge until you reach your orgasm where you came all over her tounge followed by a moan, making her lips and jaw covered in your juices.

"There you go, good girl" she praises. Vanessa pushes you down the bed and kisses your lips mixing all the cum and saliva on her face with your saliva.

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God damn shes so sweet<33 also apologize cuz its reallll short

[miguelswifey04]

hello!! :3

i was wondering if u could write miguel o’hara x wife!reader who is also in spider society who is a complete badass like miguel literally worships the ground she walks on and he always agrees with anything she says cause he’s so whipped for her and usually they go on missions together and he loves watching her fight HE JUST LOVES HER TOO MUCH

i would love to see what you do with this :33

have an amazing day/night <3333

I GOT YOU

miguel o’hara x wife!spider-woman! reader

warnings: none; pure fluff

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how you met miguel was the fact that he miraculously stumbled upon your dimension when he began to travel through the multiverse. you were the first spider-woman he had encountered and it was love at first sight for miguel. he had fallen for you first then you fell in love with him over the course of being by his side during inter-dimensional travels. miguel confessed his love for you and you reciprocated his feelings, and sooner rather than later you both tied the knot—it was a small but a very pretty ceremony. together, you and miguel founded the spider society.

miguel made you his wife and his partner in missions always having you by his side…he never wanted anything bad to happen to you. he felt more at ease that as his wife you could be with him 24/7 and keep an eye out for you. miguel is completely enamored by your strength, skill, and fierce nature, admiring your abilities as a complete badass. he idolizes and worships the ground you walk on, always agreeing with you and standing by your side, completely whipped for you. you were his girl and his darling, of course he would never want to lose you. he’d do anything to make you happy.

“i love you so much, sweetheart.”

“i love you more, miguel.”

it would be moments like those were you both exchanges words of love for one another during missions or when you both work along side each other at the spider society. he’s captivated by your fluid movements, your strategic thinking, and the sheer power you exude. he feels an overwhelming surge of pride and love as he witnesses the intense battles that you fearlessly dive into.

miguel never misses an opportunity to support you and ensure your safety during these missions. he’ll have your back without hesitation, utilizing his own unique abilities to provide cover or diversion, always placing you well-being as his top priority.

as you fight side by side, miguel can't help but feel a mix of emotions: admiration for your strength, pride in your accomplishments, and an overpowering love that permeates every aspect of your partnership. he considers himself blessed to share his life and collaborate with someone as capable and extraordinary as his wife.

your shared experiences and your unwavering dedication to one another have forged a bond that surpasses any obstacle in your path. it’s a connection built on trust, respect, and an unbreakable love that miguel cherishes deeply.

in the dynamic between the two of you, miguel’s admiration for you as his wife is boundless, extending beyond just your fighting skills. he views you as his equal, his partner, and his inspiration. he respects your opinions and values your thoughts, often finding himself agreeing with your perspective because he has complete faith in your better judgment.

your relationship is a balance of intense passion, unwavering support, and a profound love that shapes your every interaction. together, you both navigate the intricacies of your missions, driven by a shared purpose and an unbreakable bond that allows both of you to face any challenge that comes their way.

miguel’s love for you as his wife knows no bounds, and he takes every opportunity to express it in his actions, his words, and the way he reveres you as you both embark on their joint journey within the spider society. miguel and you are unstoppable and nobody will threaten to come between the two of you.

[skywlker-sluvtt]

hii love, could i request some anakin fluff with pregnant reader, or when the child is already there? i'm a sucker for daddy!anakin :p.

-🎧

HEY BABYYYY

sorry this literally got lost in my inbox but i wrote a lil someth. its pregnant reader cause i suck at writing with kids so i hope you enjoy it's pretty short but i'd love to write more pregnant reader<33

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The swish of the door pulled you from your holopad and you were met with Anakin’s gaze as he walked through. “Anakin!” You grinned reaching your hands out happily. “Y/N” He smiled taking your hands aiding to pull you up. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he embraced you. Anakin’s hands trailed down your back lovingly creating goosebumps across your body. “I missed you so much Ani” You whispered fisting the fabric of his robe in your hands. “I missed you more, I feel like I haven’t seen you in years” He sighed pulling back to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “How have you been? Is the baby healthy?” He asked. Since he’d been in the Outer Rim and lost all signal in deep space he hadn’t even been able to comm you.

“We’ve been perfect. The baby’s healthy and should be here in about a month” You grinned squeezing his hands. “I’ll be here, I promise you. No one’s gonna stop me from being here” He said kissing your fingertips and reassuring you. “I know” You grinned pulling him down to the couch. He gently tickled your tummy. His large hands almost covered the expanse of the baby bump. Anakin leaned down and pressed the softest kiss above your belly button. “Hey baby daddy’s home” He whispered to your belly. It was adorable when he did this. Your usually tough and somewhat cold husband cooing and whispering to your baby was the cutest thing in the world.

“I missed you so much baby and I missed mommy. I can’t wait to meet you” He grinned. “I love you more than anything” He continued before meeting your eyes once more. “Was that for me or her?” “Both…wait her?!” He grinned. “My guess” You giggled before he returned beside you. “I think I agree…I’d like to have a little girl” Anakin agreed keeping his flesh hand on your stomach connecting himself to both you and your little angel. “Can you feel anything from her? In the force?” You questioned. “I can only feel her presence, it’s very, very strong. She’s already making a statement within the force” He chuckled. “Sounds like your child then” You teased.

As the two of you settled Anakin told you what happened, where he’d been, and how the mission went as he usually did. While he explained how Ahsoka saved his ass you felt a flutter and jolt in your stomach. She was kicking. You grabbed his hand suddenly pressing it up against your tummy. “Feel!” You giggled and Anakin’s eyes widened at the heart beat like feeling against the palm of his hand. “She’s saying hi” You whispered. “Hi baby girl” He grinned. “She hasn’t kicked since you left…she knows it’s you” “Yeah? You know daddy’s here, after you come out I’ll never leave again sweetheart” He promised. “Promise?” “Promise” Anakin nodded pressing the sweetest kiss to your lips.

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Prince Charming (Request)

Words: 1,541

Warnings: Cheesy, cute relationship fluff

“Ba-by! Let’s go!” Your boyfriend walked out of your hotel bathroom, already dressed and ready to go for the day. You stirred in the bed at the sound of him clapping to wake you up. Travis threw himself on top of you as you were tucked comfortably under the blanket in a deep sleep. You let out a large grown to let him know you weren’t happy with him, but Travis didn’t care. You were at Disney World to celebrate his Super Bowl win and he was like a kid in a candy store- he needed to experience it all. “Travis, it is 6:30 in the fuckin’ morning. The park doesn’t open until 8AM and we are literally staying at the entrance of Magic Kingdom. PLEASE let me go back to sleep.” You threw the covers back over your head. Travis was already worked up, and when he got like this, there was pretty much no stopping him.

You took in the sight of your boyfriend on top of you. He looked cute in an army green tee and a matching bucket hat you had bought for him on a whim weeks ago. He layered some of his favorite necklaces. You grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him in for a deep kiss, your favorite wakeup call. “You excited?”, you asked him, knowing he definitely was. “Hell yeah! What’s not to be excited about? I just won the fuckin’ Super Bowl. I’m in the most magical place on earth, and I’m with my baby girl.” You blushed, Travis giving you another kiss. You picked up your phone off the nightstand, turning off your alarm. You snapped a picture of Travis, him giving you a cheesy smile. “What was that for?”, he asked as he made sure he looked good in the picture. “I want to document every minute of this trip. I’m so unbelievable proud of you and you deserve to have the best trip ever. “Can I have like five minutes of cuddles before we go to the park?” Travis thought about it for a second before he rolled off the bed, jumping to his feet. “Nope!”

“Travis, put me down!”, you could barely grab onto his arm as he lifted you bridal carry style and dropped you in the bathroom. He threw a change of clothes and a towel at you for you to shower with. “You’ve got 15 minutes, baby.” You threw your underwear at him as he slammed the door shut. “You might think that’s an insult, but you’re not getting these back now!“

You put on a pair of biker shorts and an oversized mickey t-shirts, putting on your fanny pack and slipping on your sneakers to finish the look. “I am not wearing this”, you shook your head when Travis handed you a pair of sparkly Minnie ears, putting on his own pair of Mickey ears. He gave you a pouty lip, and you immediately caved placing them on your head. “You know you’re gonna end up carrying these when I get tired of them, right?” Travis just smiled at you; nothing could ruin his mood today, even the threat of carrying his girlfriend’s things. “Alright now, let’s go!” “Wait!”, you stuffed your phone and ChapStick in your purse. “I need food first.”

With a churro in hand, you both headed into Magic Kingdom, Travis glancing down at the map of the park. He’d never gotten a chance to go to Disney World as a kid, so he was determined to ride every ride and get a picture with every character. He pulled out all the stops, including booking a private VIP tour, passes for Club 33, and dinner at Cinderella’s castle to end the day. You had trouble keeping up with Travis’ long legs as he walked down Mainstreet. “Travis, baby, wait.” He turned to you, grabbing a big bite of your churro. “I know you’re excited, but we’re here for five days. We have four parks to visit. We have to pace ourselves or we won’t make it through the whole trip.” Travis leaned down to give you a kiss, your ears bumping one another. “I’m sorry, I’m just so excited.” You pinched his side making him chuckle. "Don’t apologize, baby. I’m so excited to celebrate your win with you. We need to meet our guide over here.”

Your first stop was Adventureland, which had your favorite ride, “Pirates of the Caribbean”. You and Travis got in the front of the boat so you could experience the drop. A couple of fans tried to get Travis’ attention from the restaurant, and he gave them a wave and a smile. You ran your fingers through the cold water beside the boat, the smell of the chlorinated water reminding you of your childhood. You took in deep breath, and Travis gave you a funny look, his eyebrows scrunched together. “It sounds stupid, but the smell of this ride is so nostalgic for me.” Travis just pulled you in closer, placing a kiss on your forehead as you took off on the ride.

You had close to 10k steps before you even got to noon. Travis made for the best Disney buddy because he wanted to ride every ride, even the roller coasters. He had to talk you into riding ‘Space Mountain’ because you didn’t like rides that went backwards. “Come on baby, I’ll protect you.” You rolled your eyes at Travis who had his arms wrapped around you. “I don’t need protection, I need you to hold my barf bag.” Travis laughed, placing kisses all around your face making you giggle. “I can do that too.” He smacked your booty as he pushed you in front of him to get on the ride. The ride wasn’t actually that bad, and Travis laughing and making jokes made it better.

“Oh man, its Gaston!” Travis ran out in front of you when he spotted the villain. “Travis, watch out for the kids.” You laughed as you saw Travis standing in line with a bunch of kids half his size, waiting for their turn to take a photo. You managed to get photos with Cinderella, Rapunzel, and Winnie the Pooh, Travis sending all of them to the Kelce family group chat you had recently become a part of.

You were really excited to have dinner in Cinderella’s castle, mostly because you were begging to sit down, your feet numb from all of the walking that day. Travis pulled your chair closer to his, so you were sitting on the same side of the table, draping his arm over the back of your chair. You gave him a couple of pecks on the cheek while you waited for your dinner to be served. “I love you”, you admitted in between kisses. “And I’m so proud of your win. How do you feel?” Travis adjusted in his seat, taking a drink before answering. “Honestly? Fuckin’ amazing. And this is just the icing on the cake. I can’t wait to bring out kids here.” You choked on your drink, liquid spilling out of your nose. “I knew that would get you!” Travis laughed while patting your back.

“Very funny.” “I’m serious though. I want to be with you for the rest of my life, and I want to have kids with you. That’s all I could think about during the game. How happy I was that I had you to celebrate my life with.” You coughed again, trying to clear a sudden lump in your throat. “Wait, are you proposing to me?” Travis bends down out of his chair, getting down on one knee. “Travis, please get up. People are staring. ” You started panicking as Travis reached into his pocket. He pulled out his phone, snapping a pic of your surprised face. “You, bitch!” you slapped Travis’ chest as he got up to sit back in his chair, unable to control his laughter. “You are too easy, girl! I know you would never forgive me if I proposed to you in the state of Florida.”

“You’re an ass, you know that?” Travis leaned in to give you another kiss. “An ass that loves you.”

It was dark by the time you both finished dinner, so you decided to head out to get a good view for the fireworks. With your guide, you were able to get a perfect view on the front side of the castle, no one standing in front of you. You slumped into Travis’ arms, the heat and humidity draining your energy. All you wanted now was to take a hot shower and get into bed. The fireworks started, and you instantly had a burst of energy, the show electric. You pulled your boyfriend into a kiss, the fireworks a perfect background to your love. You may have gotten a little handsy, very inappropriate for a family environment, but you didn’t care.

“Come on, get on my back.” Travis turned so you could jump up and get a piggyback ride. “No, that’s okay. Can you hold my bag and ears, though?” You voice sounded tired and miserable. “Of course, baby.” He slung your fanny pack around his shoulder, grabbing your hand as you headed back to the hotel.

[agi-ppangx]

Duh, girl.... I just thought of a story that's really sad, if one of the straykids members whose relationship with his girlfriend feels distant. Because of what? Because he's lost interest and they rarely communicate because they're really busy, but... He doesn't want to let you go, with the words "I still love you". But you're really tired of this kind of relationship, and you're also stressed because you have a lot of work, same as him.

Do you think they'll continue with the vague relationship or finally break up even though there must be a little regret and sadness for sure?

💭tell me you love me

pairing: skz member x fem!reader

warning: swearing

an: anonnie why are you doing this to me💔 no but i actually love this idea so much and i may have made this drabble a bit too angsty, choosing an abrupt ending, but i hope you'll like it nonetheless<33 i also didn't mention any names so you can imagine any of the members :]

“i’m tired of this,” you whispered, tears making their way down your face. he only sighed in response, plopping heavily on the couch. you felt defeated, stressed and so extremely tired. you were standing in the very middle of your living room, staring at your so-called boyfriend. “i told you so many times i’m a busy man. i can’t help it. and you were aware of all of this when you decided to be my girlfriend!” he shouted, but you didn’t even flinch. you didn’t care anymore. “well, i thought that maybe you would try a little bit more to make things work. but here we are instead,” you spat, your voice trembling. “i’m trying! stop with this whole narrative, you know i still love you.”

you always thought your relationship was stable, that your fights were just meant to make it stronger. you wanted to believe in forever with him - since day one you promised to make effort and find time for one another. but it seemed as if he broke the promise at the first opportunity. and when you confronted him about it he always had the same response - “you know i still love you.”

“have you ever thought about how i feel? how i feel when you ignore me for your friends, how you literally avoid me when we’re both home and how you don’t even speak to me anymore? do you ever think about anything else but yourself?!” “shut up! it’s not my fault you are insecure about everything. i’m tired and when i get home from work all i think about is getting some sleep, not making sure you are taken care of. you’re a grown-up, you don’t need me around all the time.” he got up abruptly, screaming at you. you scoffed at his words. you couldn’t believe your ears - it had to be a nightmare, right? you took a step in his direction, then another one until you were standing right in front of him, looking him straight in the eyes. your vision was blurry but it didn’t stop you from trying to burn holes in his face. “do you even love me anymore?” you asked, your voice barely above the whisper. he kept eye contact with you for a while before speaking again through gritted teeth. “you know i do.” “then say it properly. tell me you love me and say you’re sorry.” he hesitated. he fucking hesitated and that was your last straw. you left him in the living room and went to your bedroom to pack essential things. “oh my god, of course i still love you. stop acting like a fucking child!” he went after you, screaming something after these words, but your mind couldn't comprehend his lies anymore. your face was covered in tears, eyes stung and it felt harder to breathe with every passing second. when you had all your stuff packed you faced him for the final time. “if you at least apologised, i would've stayed. i would stay here with you and try to work this out, because i do love you, truly. but you’re a fucking liar playing on my emotions and i’m not going to waste even a minute more on you,” you shouted into his face, almost choking on your tears, and simply left the apartment. and the worst part is that he didn’t even try to stop you, letting you go.

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[skinbeneaththeskull]

CLIFF <3333 i literally can't get this thought out of my head and im just gonna write about it because nobody else has yet 💔💔

BUT JUST IMAGINE watching a movie with him and you two are high as hell, laying there on the couch while he's all spawled out in a man spread as his hands are resting on his thighs, trying his best to pay attention to the scenes on screen. finally a sex scene comes up and since he's so vulnerable from the marijuana he's glancing over at you to just point to his bulge giving a slight pout when his eyes half lidded.

"nmh... please? it hurts,"

he kept pouting before you came closer to him and sighed before crawling over to his lap and pulling at the waist of his pajamas. you pulled his cock out of his boxers, jerking him off slowly before speeding up.

you looked up to make eye contact with the other, his head ever so slightly tipped back, letting the softest groans slip out of his mouth. soon enough, you rubbed your lips over the tip, giving it soft, sloppy pecks. then actually deciding to put the head in your mouth, because you wanted to be lazy with it and you knew if Cliff wanted more he'd push you down.

his hand was placed on your ass, rubbing the clothed area softly before groping at it, then moving up your body to rub your back.

"arch babe. i'm sure the pretty girl wants to feel good too, right?"

his tone was slurred but you could understand him, and of course you listened. you got into the position and he pulled your shorts off immediately after.

"relaaax, love. 'm not gonna do anything you won't like,"

your body became more relaxed before you put your mouth back on him, licking up and down his shaft, kissing some areas. he reached his free hand to your head, guiding it softly before reaching behind you to shove his ring and middle finger inside your slicked cunt, moving his hand slowly and curling the two fingers so you'd make more noise for him and to his surprise, it worked.

you were moaning all over his dick, pushing back on to his fingers to get more friction. he got the hint and went faster, because he wanted you to enjoy yourself. he could careless about the sloppy blow job he was getting as long as you got off, he wouldn't mind coming from that.

he soon started finger fucking you knuckles deep and you were just getting sloppier and sloppier with your moves every second, trying your best to get him to cum.

by the noises you were making, it'd be the death of him. he was close to finishing, showing so by bucking his hips up into your mouth, and you let him do just that. you would gag ever so slightly before he pulled out to cover your lips with his seed, rutting against you to try and end his high.

"fuck, cum on me baby."

"you got it, atta girl,"

he'd praise before he starts to hit your sensitive spots with just his fingers and basically finishing on command. you let your body fall with your ass still in the air, legs starting to shake.

you passed out right there before Cliff pulled your shorts up and got himself situated, pulling you closer so he could sleep peacefully knowing you where there with him <33

[sminiac]

sohee has been looking a little TEW good lately and i need someone to write SOMETHING pls any hard thoughts u can think of <33

🪽(if that isnt alr taken)

💌 — anon you just get it 🤭, i gotchu :b

Warnings — Smut focused, MDNI.

Sohee having this natural cuteness to him must make him feel like it’s both a blessing and yet simultaneously a curse, so this definitely made him an automatic target when ‘Talk Saxy’ was first introduced, because that big adorable grin that he can’t quite keep subdued and his dulcet pitch of voice doesn’t exactly scream sexy.

It was apparent to him that he’d need to somehow work at embodying this feeling for the sake of his own satisfaction, and I think that throughout his contemplation on how he could possibly emanate this side of himself that he’s never indulged in before without it being overly dramatic or not quite enough, his only plausible conclusion always circled right back to the idea of inquiring you about it. How he could make it authentic, make it his.

And sure, yk maybe he could’ve asked Seunghan, or even Wonbin who exuded the energy he’s chasing after all too naturally, but this was one hell of an excuse to get you in the same room as him. Alone. How could he have passed that up???

He’d be so shy, and patient, and yet strained when asking if you’d be the one to help him with his… problem, but quickly became very red in the face, those uncontainable feelings of excitement bubbling up once you agreed that you’d be the one to help him, and once he’s got you in your bed, not even a thin shield of clothes separating the two of you, he starts to see the appeal of what his members seemed to pick up on faster than he could.

His smile would have this shift of sharpness to it, prompted by a more foreign sense when his eyes are repeatedly running up and down the sight of you, naked, open, welcoming just for him.

Best believe that first push in is all he needs to revive that confidence within himself, because he’s got his favourite girl below him swallowing in his cock, gasping out his name in a hasty shock as your nails drag marks into his back that couldn’t possibly be covered up with any makeup the stylists have to offer.

He’d be so sweet too, so thankful for you, that you’re so willing to do this for him:( he’d do his best to make it as much about you as it is about him, his warm hand flattening against the back of your thigh so he can push it up, searching for an angle that’ll have him running even deeper into you, searching for that pressure that has your nails digging into his arms.

He’s def the type to have his mouth subconsciously open, jaw slack, saliva dripping because he’s just too lost in the pleasure that you’re all he’s focused on, babbling a mess of “Baby—! Babybaby, please!” And “Your— pussy, fuck, who else could compete with you? ‘M jus’ all yours, Mmphff— All yours!”

Makes the prettiest faces, the prettiest sounds ugh!!! And he makes sure to let you know how appreciative he is of you with his mouth, and he’s messy, and loud, loves being as loud as he can for you, especially when he’s got his lips sucking your clit into his mouth, tongue poking out to flick against it. He’s just so😡😡

The next day when they’re running through the choreography this guys receiving all of the compliments that exist, his members even think that he’s a little too in touch with this side of himself today that they start to question how it was to even come about??? I mean, he was literally struggling so bad the day before, but now he’s kicking into his more sexy side within seconds?

It all makes sense when you arrive to practice, because the looks Sohee gives you aren’t all that subtle, maybe that’s what the two of you need to work on tonight because Anton’s starting to not care about the grimaces that flash across his face whenever Sohee’s hand moves a little too closely to your ass.

[rose-tinted-glasses671]

Echo Chambers Inside A Neighborhood (ch. 3)

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“Sweets, it’s one drink at a shitty pub, not a fucking car.” Sydney handed her card over to the bartender to cover your beer as you considered plucking the plastic out of her hands and gently placing it back into her pocket.

“I’m fucking pathetic! I can’t even afford a beer anymore!” you shouted over the lively 6 p.m. chatter. The Hickory Lane Pub was a crowd favorite amongst the locals, and amongst you and your friends. Shitty establishment, but the vibes were never off, and the drinks were good. Plus, the owner’s son was an old friend of Sydney’s so he always gave her a discount on food.

“My love,” Sydney rested a gentle hand on your shoulder, looking at you dead in the eyes with the most serious expression on her face. “You have to give yourself a break. The last of your tip money is gonna go towards that shitty washing machine and you don’t get your paycheck until Friday.” The sincerest of smiles formed on your friend’s lips, pleading with you to understand. “You’re slowly figuring shit out, and you’re doing it well.”

You scoffed, realizing your own stupidity because Syd was right. You were finally getting back on track after everything was seemingly falling apart. Maybe it was time you took a break.

So you sat in your favorite pub with your best friend and enjoyed a couple of cold beers, your mind constantly wandering back to the man you’d left in your flat eleven hours ago. It wasn’t that you were avoiding him, or that you were uncomfortable being around him. No. You just didn’t know what to expect when you got back, and that made you a little nervous.

Would he be mad that you left this morning?

Would his things take up all the space in the living room?

Oh, God forbid you would have to move your garage sale chaise lounge into your room, a mocking voice in your head interjected your thoughts.

It was pointless being nervous when there was literally nothing you could do to change the circumstances now. You’d been the one who was all too pleased to let a stranger share a living space with you. Now you’d be the one to deal with the consequences.

At 6:33, you decided it was time to stop being a pussy and go back to your flat, so you quickly said goodbye to Sydney and then walked out into the still freezing December weather. Your pace quickened as you approached the Tesco, needing a minute of reprieve from the cold and a box of tampons. The last of the money in your checking account was gonna have to be enough to cover it.

You wandered into the store, heading to the back where you knew the tampons were located. It was supposed to be a quick in and out on your way home, but you were stopped dead in your tracks at the sight of a familiar head of moppy brown hair.

For a second, you stood frozen in time as you watched Ethan bend down to grab something from the bottom shelf, then stand up and throw it into his basket before sliding an arm around a girl’s waist. Whether it was fear or humiliation that immobilized you, you didn’t know, but your brain yelled at you to turn around and run away while your body forced you in place in the middle of the aisle.

The air around you buzzed as you watched Ethan’s head turn to look at you, surprise etching onto his face when he noticed who was standing before him. For a second, he stood frozen too, but when he dropped his arm from around the girl’s waist and started towards you, his lips forming words that your ears didn’t have the capacity to hear, you were finally able to move.

And move you did, doing a full 180 and speed-walking out of the Tesco like your ass was on fire. Fuck the tampons, you’d sooner shove the plastic applicator up there than share the same air as Ethan Campbell again.

In the distance, you heard Ethan’s voice yelling out your name, trying to get your attention, but you weren’t having any of it. Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this.

You maintained your speed as you walked home, although you did slow down the more your legs grew tired of the exercise. A couple glances behind you and it was becoming evident that Ethan had every intention of following you home. What the fuck was he doing?

You broke out into a run, feeling genuine fear for your safety as the man behind you continued to follow. Approaching your building, you took another peek behind you, noticing that Ethan had grown closer, but was now standing frozen.

You stopped as well, a fearsome anger building in your chest because of the entire ordeal, your lungs constricting with the effort it took to push a breath out. He had just scared the absolute living shit out of you, and for what? Just for a laugh?

“What the fuck did you think you were doing, asshole? Chasing a woman down just to give her a scare?” You were fully facing Ethan now, your back to the building door. You pulled your mace out of your pocket and kept you finger poised over the button in case the fucker tried something with you. “You pathetic, useless piece of shit! I dare you to fuck with me. I DARE YOU!” You were screaming at the top of your lungs, the words barely able to leave you, but you were fucking furious and not ready to back down.

Even from several feet away, you saw Ethan’s entire demeanor change. Where he was once confidently chasing you through the streets, he was now cowering away, slowly backing up until he turned around and just walked away in the other direction.

All that could really explain what just happened was the mace. You looked at it, then back at Ethan’s retreating form, a triumphant smile taking over your features.

“Was he bothering you?” a deep voice you recognized well broke the silence looming in the air. Your smile faded as you turned to face your flatmate.

Standing face-to-face with the chest of the 6’4 giant, his arms crossed over and his stance wide and ready to pounce, you noticed how immaculately built the guys was; like the Gods themselves had had their hand at sculpting his physique. You were never so shallow as to only ever care about a man’s physical appearance, but you were a woman. One who noticed a nice body here and there.

“How-” You cleared your suddenly dry throat, your heartbeat refusing to settle down to its regular pace. “How long have you been standing there?” you finished your question, voice coming out a touch breathless.

“’Bout a minute. Came down to throw away the trash,” Ghost pointed a thumb at the black trash bag sitting by the door. “Saw you running this way and a guy following you.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed under his balaclava, looking over at the man walking away.

You let out a sigh, the real reason why Ethan cowered away becoming clear.

Choosing to let go of the defeat you felt, you plastered a fake smile on your face. “Don’t worry about him. Just my ex,” you waved your hands through the air. But when Ghost turned his narrowed gaze onto you, you knew he didn’t believe your words.

“He go around chasin’ you often?” Ghost’s eyes roamed all over your face, as if picking it apart for any signs of an untruth. That simple perusal was making your body flush with a heat it hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Heh,” you let out a nervous chuckle, shifting your weight from one leg to another. “No…”

Ghost just grunted in response. “He’d be smart not to bother you again.”

His deep voice, smooth as whiskey, had not gone unnoticed last night, or this morning. It’s just that you had other things on your mind to worry about, so it wasn’t until now that you noticed how the timbre was making your heart flutter.

“I’ll do him the service of not telling him that,” you joked, trying to distract yourself from your body’s inappropriate reactions to a man who just trying to be a decent guy.

“Head inside,” Ghost said, picking up the trash bag next to him. “I’m gonna throw this out.” His voice was so assertive that you felt like you had to listen to his every command or face the consequences. This little dynamic between the two of you was jarring; you never let someone tell you what to do. But something inside made you want to listen to Ghost. To not disappoint him.

Strange.

As you made your way up the stairs, the hours from the day prior started catching up with you. Your feet ached, your back hurt, and you were getting a headache because you hadn’t eaten since lunch.

At least you had your leftovers to look forward to.

As soon as you turned the key in the lock and opened the front door, the aroma of something hit you square in the face. It smelled decedent and made your mouth water, your stomach grumbling even louder as you stepped into the flat and placed your purse on a chair. That’s also when you noticed that the stove was covered in pans and the counters were littered with vegetables and bottles of spices.

“Don’t mind the mess,” Ghost said as he entered through the front door, removing his shoes before closing the door and returning to the kitchen.

“You’re making food.” You said it as statement more than a question because something about seeing a hot man in the kitchen making dinner was messing with the wires in your brain.

“Steak and mashed potatoes,” Ghost confirmed, looking up at you for a second. He watched for a second how you looked at him in wonder, as if this was a sight you’d never witnessed, before returning to the task at hand. “You’re more than welcome to join me if you’d like.”

And secretly, Ghost hoped against all hope that you’d say yes.

“Uh,” you let out a breathless chuckle, still a little dazed. Of course you wouldn’t be delusional enough to assume that Ghost had made dinner for you.

“Or you can stick with your Indian. Not a problem for me,” Ghost lied. But it was a big problem for him. He wanted you to eat the food he made.

“Yeah. Why not?” You decided a fresh, home cooked meal was probably better than your two-day old leftovers anyway.

A small smile tipped the corners of Ghost’s lips up, though it was hidden by the fabric covering his face. You’d never know how happy those words had made him.

Feigning indifference, Ghost gestured to the dining table. “Have a seat then.”