#where she then crawled inside this t shirt and then the shirt got put away

[dracolizardlars]

...I just pulled a t shirt out of my drawer and a brown object tumbled out onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a snail.

A juvenile Giant African Land Snail, not an albino, just a standard one with a brown shell and a grey body.

...Her name is Dora. I raised her from a day old hatchling. I cried when I got back from a week long holiday, three weeks ago, and she was gone.

I think she's still alive.

Holy fucking shit.

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     Power outages during winter were terrible. Especially when you didn't have a backup generator. Y/n wandered through her apartment wrapped in a blanket and using her phone flashlight to see where she was going. She had zero clue what happened, just woke up in the middle of the night with no heat or power. All her systems were completely shut off. She thought maybe someone hit a power line or something froze over. She didn't know. She just wanted to be warm. 

     She’d only gotten out of bed to double-check if anything was on and found nothing. Now she was trying to find all the blankets in her home to keep her warm for the night. Even if she got too warm, she could just kick them off later. 

     Y/n grabbed her last throw blanket off her couch and trotted back to her room. She threw it on top of her bed, crawled under her blanket pile, and wrapped herself in a warm multi-blanket burrito. Laying there she never realized just how much noise was actually in her apartment. It was so quiet that she could hear a pin drop. 

 ��   So it didn’t go unnoticed by her ears the small slithering noise on her flooring. Anxiety was building quickly in her chest. She had an internal conflict to look around for the source or crawl under her blanket nest to hide from whatever or whoever was in the apartment with her. Then she felt the weight of her blankets slowly lifting.

     Fight or flight kicked in and wound up just throwing all the blankets off and scanning her room. Nothing.

     Nothing in her room. On the floor. Door closed. Windows shut. No one but her was in the room. She thought it was just her mind playing tricks on her.

     Until something wrapped around her mouth and neck and pulled her back onto the mattress. Y/n grabbed at whoever it was. One felt like a human hand. She could feel the veins protruding from under the skin from the hand wrapped around her neck. The thing covering her mouth was more slimy. Consistently, but slowly, moving around her mouth. 

     “Stop squirming,” A voice finally came as there was a weight on her squirming legs.

     Y/n focused on the voice. Only having the moonlight to give her any light to see and her eyes adjusting to the dark. Tall and human, except for the multiple tentacles. She couldn't tell how many, maybe five? Or more? She couldn't tell. 

     He gently released her neck from his grip. Tentacle releasing her mouth. Slowly unraveling itself and dropping to her neck.

     His eyes scanned over her as she did the same. He had better eyesight than her in the dark. He could see every bit of her under her oversized t-shirt. Originally found himself inside her apartment for warmth from the winter but it all seemed to fail when the power cut out and she took all the blankets. But he'd seen her wandering her apartment and became curious. He was curious about humans like anyone else from his species was. Seemed like the perfect opportunity to get some questions answered  

     “You humans are so greedy, you know that?” the alien asked

     “Fuck you,” Y/n spat 

     The tentacle wrapped tightly around her neck. Y/n grabbed the slippery appendage. She tried to pull it away before another grabbed her wrist and wrapped it around them. Pinning them above her head. Y/n accidentally let out a small moan.

     The alien looked at her and Y/n felt a wave of embarrassment fill her body. “This turns you on? Getting choked and manhandled by aliens tentacles?”

     The tentacle around her neck prevented her from talking. But she barely managed to shake her head even though she could feel herself getting wet between her legs. Trying to squirm out from under him. 

     He let her get her legs out from under him. She went to kick him but he quicker reflexes and grabbed her ankles with two more tentacles. Spread out in front of an alien while being restrained by his tentacles was not how she expected to spend her cold night. He smiled down at her as one tentacle moved under her shirt. 

     She tried rolling away from him but she was stuck. Her shirt was pushed up more by the tentacle. The tip came out from the collar of her shirt before ripping it open from the collar down. Exposing her chest to the chill in the air of her apart. Nipples perked up in the cold as the tentacle moved back up to her chest.

     She felt another between her legs, running up and down over her pajama pants. Catching the seam of the pants and tore them open to reveal her soaked panties to him. “You are getting off on this,” the alien chuckled as he eyed the wet patch. “Soaked like a slut, huh?”

     Reaching a hand out to rub the fabric with his thumb. Y/n let out a moan as his thumb caught her clit. He smiled before moving the tentacles to strip her completely. Now having her completely exposed to him.

     “Please…” Y/n whined as his eyes glazed over her body.

     “Begging to get fucked now?” the alien smiled as he dipped two fingers into her. 

     “No, let me go,” She pulled against the tentacle

     The alien chuckled at her feeble attempts to get out of his grasp. He moved the tentacle around her neck up. Just the tip really, waiting for her next protest which easily came. Her spitting out a “fuck you,” at him but he cut her off by pushing the appendage into her mouth. Protest turned into a gagged moan as he hit the back of her throat. 

     “So much better,” the alien chuckled as he pressed his fingers up into her warm walls. Making the coldness from his fingers melt away inside her. He was listening to her muffled moans around the appendage in her throat. 

     Slowly he moved the tentacle in and out of her mouth as he pushed a third finger into her. “Freezing in here but nice and warm inside.” the alien smiled as he quickly thrusted his finger into her. Listening to the squelching sound her pussy was making. 

     Y/n whined in protest just for the tentacle to move further down her throat. She did what she to stop it but wound up swallowing more of it. 

     “Like having a tentacle shoved down your throat like a cock?” The alien chuckled, pressing his thumb against her clit, “bet no humans reached that far down before.”

     Y/n whined as tears fell from her lash line. The tentacle retracted from her throat. Taking the chance to gasp and cough for air. “Please,” Y/n coughed. 

     the alien watched her continue to struggle against him. He got an idea, pulled his fingers out of her, and let her go from the tentacles. Y/n rolled over in her coughing fit.

     It took her a moment to realize he had let her go and flight took over this time. She booked it out of her bedroom and ran out to her living room. Not caring she was nude and semi-covered in slime. She had tunnel vision to get away from the alien.

     She had underestimated the reach of the tentacles.

     Two wrapping around her legs and two more grabbing her arms, one more covering her mouth. Y/n yelled into the appendage and tried pulling away from the others. Not hearing footsteps behind her. The appendages turned her around as the alien came out from the hallway way, pulling his sweatpants down and kicking them to the side. Having ditched his shirt back in her bedroom. Y/n watched as he got closer and pulled down his boxers.

     “Let’s see if you can keep these warm,” The alien smiled as his hand wrapped around his cock and the four tentacles holding her in the air and moving her legs to be spread open for him again.

     The alien watched her hole clench in anticipation, smiling and tapping his cock against her clit and releasing it from his grip. Y/n glanced down as the cock grew in size and moved on its own like another tentacle. Her chest rose rapidly as she felt hot for the first time all night. Another smaller and thinner tentacle latched itself onto her touch-starved clit. Y/n moaned as the little tentacle sucked on her clit while his tentacle dick breached her hole, making her moan turn to a scream. The cock thrusted roughly inside of her, hips barely moving. 

     Rather the tentacles around her body moved her up and down, meeting the thrusts of his cock. Y/n could feel his cock pushing against her cervix. Moaning into the tentacle around her mouth, making the alien smile.

     “Enjoying this, aren’t you? Not even trying to get away anymore.” He smiled as two more tentacles came out and wrapped around her breasts, latching on and toying with her nipples.

     Y/n whined as her walls contracted around him. Starting to shake from the stimulation. The alien could feel it too for sure. Thrusting in harder and faster into her until she came hard around him. Body squirming in the grasps of his tentacles as he kept fucking her through her high put slowed down a bit. The smaller tentacle pulled away from her clit.

     She felt so high and odd. His cock filled her up fully. Brain fuzzy as she started coming down but he didn’t seem to want to give her a chance to do that.

     Suddenly feeling something poking her cervix. Slowly making its way inside her womb, she screamed protests. “Thought you were the only one cumming tonight?” He chuckled as the tentacle wrapped around her clit again.

     He moved the tentacle from her mouth as her words become pants as his cock thrusted in and out of her womb. “Too much. Please…”

     “But you’re doing so good? Gonna be my little incubator in a second,” He smiled

     “Nononono, please. I don’t—” The tentacle was back over her in a second and cut off her sentence.

     “There we go. Just be quiet and take them.” He chuckled before she felt something passing through his cock and settling into her womb. Warmth filled her up as her mind started going blank. Anything she wanted to say or do stopped. “There you go. Taking it like a good whore. Just for me to breed now.” She saw his smile before his eyes closed on her.

     She woke up hours later in the comfort of her bed and clothed once again. Arm wrapped around her and her heater worked again. “Min…” Her voice was hoarse 

     “I’m right here kitten,” her boyfriend answered from behind her and gently helped her roll over, “How are you feeling?”

     “Sleepy…”

     “Because you woke me up at three in the morning asking if I could impromptu do the little scene we talked about.” Minho teased as he kissed the top of her head.

     “But it was so good,” Y/n complained, limps feeling like jello still.

     “Not too rough with the tentacles this time?” Minho asked

     “No. Liked getting fucked while suspended by them. Did you actually put eggs in me?”

     “No. Just condensed by cum to make it feel like one.”

     “You can do that?!”

     “You’re going to lose your voice kitten.” Minho checked the time on his phone, “Yes, I can do that. How about I make you a cup of tea for your throat? I already cleaned the slime off you and the ground after you passed out.”

     “Thank you and yes, please. Can we just stay in bed today?”

     “Of course.” Minho pecked her lips before getting up and making both of them some tea before coming back to the room and helping her drink it.

     “Can we do it again?”

     “Later. And more thought out than you slapping my chest and begging.”

     “I had a dream and you like it when I beg.”

     “I do.” Minho smiled as she cuddled up into him.

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❝ Video Star — ✩❞

pairing (Season 7) Negan Smith x f!Reader

cw smut, unprotected p in v, slight humiliation, pussy slapping, bow jobs, name calling/ pet names, sex tapes, porn photography?

summary You and Negan have some fun with a digital camera you found on a run.

note ahh this is my first time writing for negan, so i hope it's okay... jdm is just tooo fine. i have wild thoughts whenever he's on screen 🫦

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"Smile!" you said before snapping the photo, taking Dwight off guard. The picture was blurry and unfocused and due to the flash, he was squinting and not even looking at the camera.

"The hell?" he questioned looking at you crazy. "It's a camera, duh. Found it on a run," you explained. He walked off in an annoyed huff leaving you wondering what crawled up his ass and died. You continued walking about the sanctuary taking pictures of unsuspecting people.

"Laura! Say cheese," you prompted the blonde woman as she approached you. She rolled her eyes and held her hand up to the camera, affectively ruining the picture.

"Negan wants to see you," she said. You turned off the camera and looped the strap around your wrist before heading toward his room. What is was he wanted, you had no clue. Your relationship with the man in charge was an odd one. Toeing the line between wife and solider, you had no clue where you stood. Sometimes he sent you on runs, other times he spoiled you with little treats so you wouldn't have to spend any of your points. Once, when he called you in to have a glass of 30 year old scotch with him, the two of you ended up fucking in a drunken haze which lead to regular hookups. You knocked on the door once you arrived and waited patiently for him to let you in, wondering what he wanted and hoping it was to hook up.

He opened the door, revealing him leaning against the door frame in his white t-shirt with Lucille in hand. You stood there nervously, not knowing what to say or what mood to expect from him.

"You just gonna stand there lookin' stupid or you gonna come in?" He asked. He had such a way with words. You stepped into the large room and let him lead you to the couch by the small of your back. You sat in the chair facing the couch he took a seat in.

"Got a little somethin' for ya," he said with a wolfish grin on his face. You relaxed a little as he seemed fairly happy.

"What is it?" you asked, excitement lacing your voice. He reached behind his back and tossed a ball of white fabric at you. You held it up and revealed it was a sheer, lace babydoll dress. Heat flooded your cheeks as you realized that he expected you to put it on.

"Um...could you look away while I change," you asked shyly.

"I've seen you naked, been inside you, but you don't want me to see you change?" he mocked.

"Neeegaan," you whined. He rolled his eyes with a sigh, but covered his eyes with his hand nonetheless. You made quick work of stripping off your clothes, including you underwear, and put on the sheer number. It was a bit small. It struggled to contain your breasts and stopped at your mid-upper thigh, but to Negan, it added to your sex appeal.

"Goddamn, baby. You look fuckin' hot!" He said as he admired you. It was so sheer it barely left anything to the imagination and the lacy parts made you look angelic.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," you teased with newfound confidence brought on by Negan's words. Then you remembered your digital camera. "Here." You tossed the camera to him. He caught it and smirked when he realized what it was. A lustful look washed over his eyes as he turned the device on.

"On your knees," he ordered using his leader voice. You quickly and eagerly obeyed him, which only made his dick harden in his pants. He walked over to you and grabbed you jaw in a large hand, tilting it up to look at him before snapping a picture.

"Just look at you. My pretty little doll." And that's exactly what you felt like. His pretty little doll. His to dress and pose and fuck however he wants. It made you wet, giving him full control over you like this.

"Take those panties off." Your body was hot with lust and shame as you slid the moistening garment off your body.

"Get on all fours." You did so and he manually readjusted you to how he wanted. Your ass in the air and back arched with your chin rested on your arms crossed beneath you. The skirt of the dress slid up your body, exposing you to the cool air of the room. Negan snapped a few pictures of your face before moving behind you. You squeaked in shock when you felt his finger slide up and down your slit.

"Damn. So wet and I barely touched you." The humiliation of him taking pictures of your bare pussy only made you wetter. You got on your knees again and turned to face Negan.

"Let's make a sex tape," you suggested as you fiddled with his belt. His signature grin blossomed on his face and he looked down at you with lust filled, hazel eyes.

"Fuck yeah!" He started recording once you got his belt off and pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to free his hard cock. It sprang up, hitting his abdomen and revealing veins you could only see when he was erect. You took him in your hands, licking the precum off his sensitive tip before taking it in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around it while slowly stroking the rest with your hands.

"Quit your goddamn teasing and suck my dick," he impatiently demanded. You looked up into the camera with mischief laden eyes as you took the rest of him into your warm mouth, earning a guttural moan from the man. Your pussy fluttered at the sound. Eager to hear it again, you stopped teasing and picked up the pace. But it must not have been enough since Negan grabbed into your hair and began fucking your face at his own rapid pace, ignoring the way you gagged around his large member and the tears streaming down your pretty face.

"That's it. Takin' me so good doll." Your cunt throbbed at the praise. He was getting close, you could tell by the way he twitched inside your mouth. He groaned as he emptied his white hot load down your throat.

"You did so good baby," he praised as he wiped the tears off your face with his thumb. He helped you up off the floor before pushing you onto his bed.

"Show me that pretty little cunt of yours." He spread open your legs and zoomed the camera in on your soaked pussy. Your inner thighs were coated with your arousal, as well. He delivered a rough slap to your pussy, forcing a moan out of you.

"You like it when I hit you, huh?" You could hear the smirk in his voice as he did it again.

"Please Negan! Need you so bad," you begged from beneath him. He ignored your pleas and directed the camera to your breasts, which were barely contained by the babydoll. He pulled them out with little effort. He gave you the camera to hold while he focused his attention to them.

"Such pretty tits," he complimented before nipping your nipple. You squealed in shock and pleasure. He had never done that before, but you liked it. With a flattened tongue, he licked the nipple he bit, soothing it before taking it into his mouth. The scratch of his beard felt so good on your sensitive, bare breasts. He rolled the nipple that wasn't in his mouth between his thumb and pointer finger, causing you to squirm.

"Need you inside," you slurred. Negan pulled away from you r breast with a pop and took the camera back from you.He zoomed in on his own hard-again dick as he lined it up with your sopping hole. You were so wet he slid in effortlessly. You moaned in ecstasy as he finally put out that fire that was burning in you. He didn't hesitate as he started thrusting into you at a merciless pace. The leader couldn't decide if he wanted to focus the camera on the way your cunt swallowed him hole, the outline of his dick protruding through your stomach, your tits as they bounced in unison with his rapid thrusts, or your eyes rolling back in the head of your fucked out face. He zoomed out, capturing the beauty of it all.

"Such a good little fucktoy for me," he admonished. His words brought you closer to the edge as your walls clamped down on his cock.

"Negan 'm gnna," your own moan cut off your nonsensical, fucked babbles.

"So drunk on my cock," he grunted as he filled you with his seed, not waiting for you to reach your own peak. But he didn't have to since you came right after, arching off the bed. He pulled out and zoomed the camera in on your abused cunt. His cum slowly leaked out of your hole and onto the dark bed spread. That was the perfect place to end the video, he decided.

"Hot damn. Were you a porn star before the world went to shit?"

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not proofread, sorry! thanks for reading! <3

i uploaded this from my phone, so sorry if it's a bit of a mess.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Tears II

Alexia Putellas x Child!Reader

Summary: You wander off at Camp Nou

Having you was the best decision Alexia ever made.

You were so sweet and little and you loved to just be in her company no matter what. It didn't matter if you were napping or playing or eating, you just always wanted to be around her.

But, having you was definitely the most stressful decision she had ever made too.

Sometimes, it was like she would turn around and you would be gone.

Sometimes, loud noises overwhelmed you and you just had to leave.

This must have been one of those times.

The locker room was upbeat and loud and Alexia turned around for just a minute to get your ear defenders.

"Mapi!" Alexia yells over the sound of the speakers," Mapi!"

"Huh? What?"

"Where's my pequeñita?"

Mapi shrugs. "I saw her by the door a few minutes ago. I think she was talking to Marta."

Alexia knows immediately that you've run off. You didn't really like talking to her teammates bar very few of them. You were more likely to talk to Caro or Irene than Marta so she knows you've made a break for it.

Her cleats echo through the halls as she goes off in search of you. You're a creature of habit at Camp Nou and Alexia knows to bypass the toilets and the densely populated areas, ducking into one of the rooms that has no lights on.

"Hey, pequeñita," Alexia coos. She spots your darkened form hiding under one of the tables. "Was it too loud?"

You sniffle and Alexia crawls under with you.

"I'm sorry," She says," But here, I've got your headphones. Shall I put them on?"

You nod miserably. The ringing in your ears is terrible but it's dampened when Mami slides your ear defenders on. You take in a big breath before you expel all your air, slumping into her side.

Her voice is muffled as she speaks but if you concentrate really hard then you can still hear her.

"Do you still want to sit on the bench and watch, pequeñita? Or do you want to stay inside and colour?"

You sniffle, wiping your face on Mami's jersey. You like watching Mami play but it's too loud a lot of the time. But this is an important match because Mami's playing at Camp Nou rather than the Estadi Johan Cruyff.

You want to watch her.

"On the bench," You say softly, knocking your head against her collarbone.

"Okay, pequeñita," Mami agrees, her cool hands slipping under your shirt to gently trace shapes on your back," Do you want to stay here a little bit longer or should we go and see the rest of the team?"

You tighten your first in her jersey. "Stay for longer."

"Okay, we'll stay for longer."

Mami's heartbeat is nice. You've got your cheek against her chest and you can feel it thumping as she picks you up after a long while of sitting under the table in the dark.

You stay pressed against it as Mami returns to the locker room.

With your ear defenders on, the sounds are all muted now and you feel like you can breathe again. Your hand opens and closes around Mami's jersey and she holds you just as tightly as you're holding her.

Irene comes up to speak to Mami and she sends you little worried looks as she talks. You're not concentrating so you don't try to focus on what she's saying. You're content to just hold onto Mami.

"Do you want to go straight to the bench or are we having cuddles all the way out onto the pitch?"

"Cuddles."

"Cuddles, it is."

The crowd at Camp Nou is very loud but you've got Mami and you've got your headphones on so none of that matters.

She holds you nice and tight all the way up to the coin toss before she walks you to the side of the pitch.

Irene's waiting for you there.

"Mami," You whine. Today has been a lot and you're regretting not staying inside. You don't want to see Mami away from you.

"I know," She says, cupping your face as you're smoothly placed in Irene's arms," But today we're going to be very brave. Okay? Can you be brave for me, pequeñita?"

"I can be brave."

"Good girl." She presses a soft kiss to your head. "I'll see you in a bit, okay?"

You nod.

You don't leave Irene's arms for the entirety of the match. You don't talk to her either. You just sit there, your eyes tracking Mami.

She collects you during halftime and you just relax into her, pressing your forehead up against hers as you try to match your breathing before you're returned to Irene for the rest of the match.

Once it's over, she comes straight for you.

You slump into her as she makes her way back to the locker room, changing out of her sweaty clothes. You don't want to let go of her but it's only a temporary thing and you're back in her arms again.

Your ear defenders hang around your neck as Mami carries you out to the stadium.

She clips you into your car seat.

"Do you want cuddles when we get home?"

You nod. "Cuddles and sleepy time."

Mami brushes her thumb over your cheek with a fond smile. "I like that plan."

[loveesiren]

Doing It All For Us (Pt. 3)

Masterlist

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: When Y/n's life is on the line, Rafe knows he has to tell her how he feels.

Warnings: Drugs, language, overdose, withdrawals, sobriety, California sober, using marijuana to help with withdrawals, seizure, addiction

Word Count: 5.7k+

"I haven't heard from him in two days, Court. That's weird, right?" You say into the phone as you pace your living room.

"I mean yeah it is but it's also Rafe." She responded.

"He always texts me back,"

"Look, try not to worry too much. He's probably just dealing with family shit. The Cameron's look well put together but they're not."

You sigh. "Okay, but if I don't hear from him in the morning I'm going over there."

"Deal. Until then, I have a present for you. Be over in 10." Courtney says, hanging up the phone before you can even answer.

You pace around your living room in a pair of panties and one of Rafe's old t-shirts he'd left at your house.

You pulled out your phone again and dialed your dads number. No answer, as usual. You opt to send him a text instead.

When will you be home next? Maybe we could grab dinner? Miss you.

You shut your phone off. Excited for Courtney to get there so you wouldn't be alone anymore. Rafe had dropped you off at your house, promising he'd see you the next day. You haven't heard from him since. You're so used to his presence. Almost dependent on it. Addicted.

You quickly poured out another line and railed it quickly, chasing it down with a shot of tequila. You cringed at the taste but relaxed feeling the substances take hold of your body.

Courtney finally knocked at your door and you were quick to answer it, throwing yourself into her arms.

"Hey," She chuckled as she wrapped her long arms around you. "You okay?"

You pulled back. "Yeah, just...stressed."

"Well stress no more!" She said as she skipped into your house, pulling her small back pack from her shoulders. "I got you something."

"What is it?"

She wiggles her eyebrows knowingly before pulling something from the small side pocket of her back pack. She held up a baggie with two colorful pills inside. "Ecstasy."

Your eyes widen and your lips follow. "No fucking way!"

"Yep! And not just any ecstasy..." She says. You wait impatiently for her reply. "Pink yin-yangs, baby!"

"Fuck, Court! Where did you find these?!"

"Fucked Barry for them," She shrugs. "He only had a couple. Didn't wanna give them up but I worked my fucking witchcraft pussy magic on him." She chuckles.

You run to her and hold her face between your hands, bringing her head down so you can kiss her face all over. "You're my favorite fucking slut!"

"I know," Courtney smiles. She take the pills out of the bag and drops one in your hand. "Cheers bitch!" She smirks.

"Bottoms up!" You said as you both pop the pills in your mouth and chase it with a shot to swallow.

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You woke up on your kitchen floor next to Courtney. Her feet in your face and yours in hers.

"Fuck," You groaned as you tried to sit up. Courtney stirred next to you.

You heard a knock on your door.

"Who the fuck is that?" Courtney whined. You pulled yourself up on the counter, resting your chin on the marble as you stared at the front door.

"I don't know but I hope they go away." Your head was throbbing.

Another knock at the door. "Y/N!"

You knew that voice. "It's Rafe!" You said excitedly, standing up far too fast as you got dizzy and immediately fell to the floor. "Shit!" You decided to crawl your way to the door. When you finally reached it you leaned against it to get yourself up off the ground.

You finally unlocked the door and swung it open. The bright sun burned your eyes and you quickly shielded them. It took you a moment to adjust before you could clearly see Rafe standing on your porch. A duffle bag in his hand.

"Rafe!" You said excitedly as you stumbled in to him. His body was tense but he relaxed as he breathed in the smell of your shampoo. "Rafe, where the fuck have you been?!" You say as you pull away and push his shoulder.

Rafe looks down to his feet. "My uh...my dad kicked me out." He said, his voice almost breaking.

"Fuck..." You said. "Come in," You grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside.

"AaaahAAAHHH" You hear Courtney scream from the kitchen floor.

"Is everything okay?" Rafe asks.

"Yeah, we just got fucked up last night. I think she's dying." You chuckled.

Courtney finally made her way to her feet. "Hey Rafe," She said as she bent over and laid her skin against the cool countertop.

"Hey Court, you good?" He asked.

"Peachy!" She responded, giving him a thumbs up.

"Rafe, what happened?" You asked. You could see his eyes begin to water so you pulled him to the living room and sat him down on the cushion-less couch.

"Is that my shirt?" He asked as he took in all of you.

You chuckled. "Uh, yeah...I've been worried about you. I wanted to be close to you."

"I'm sorry, Y/N..."

"It's fine, just tell me what happened!"

Rafe sighed. "I tried to take the rest of the money I owed from my dad and he caught me. He fucking, like, disowned me!" He said as he pressed the base of his palms to his eyes and leaned back.

"Rafe," You began. "Why didn't you come to me? I could give you the money. We could go to Barry's right now. I'll pay him."

"No," He shook his head. "My dad paid him."

"Rafe..."

He toppled over into your lap and wrapped his hands around your waist as he sobbed into your stomach. You brought your hand up to rub his back.

"It's okay, Rafe. I promise it's okay. You can stay here as long as you need."

His breathing slowed as you trailed your fingers along his bicep.

"Have you slept?" You ask him.

He shakes his head. "Not really."

"Alright, we all need to sleep." You say as you stand up, bringing Rafe with you. "And then tonight, we'll invite Kelce and Top over and Court will make dinner." You smile.

Rafe smiles back at you.

"Court! Get your ass up, we're sleeping in my bed the rest of the day!" You yell.

"Fucking BET!" Court shouts as she runs to you.

You lead Courtney and Rafe upstairs. Courtney collapses on the left side of your bed. You pull the covers over her and climb in beside her, pulling her back against your front and playing with her long blonde locks.

Rafe hesitates.

"Come on," You insist as you reach out your hand to him, once again inviting him to your bed.

He comes over, crawling in on your right side and slipping an arm around your waist.

You felt so comforted between your two best friends. The last thing you felt before you drifted off to sleep was Rafe nuzzling into your hair, earning a smile from you.

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"Wake up bitches!" Courtney screamed as she jumped up and down on your California king.

"Fuck, Court. What time is it?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. You could feel Rafe's arm grip you tighter.

"It's 6pm baby, time to fucking party!" She yelled. She had obviously had a few lines. "Top and Kelce are on their way over."

"Shit, okay." Feeling Rafe's body against yours made you not want to get up from this spot, like, ever. Drugs, alcohol, friends, could all wait. You just didn't want him to let go of you. "We'll be down in a minute, Court."

"Okay you freaky little love birds. Don't forget to wrap it up!" She yells as she leaves the room.

You flip her off.

"Has she always been this annoying?" Rafe mumbles against your shoulder.

"Absolutely. Since we were four." You chuckle.

"I never wanna get up,"

"Me either," You state. "But we can't keep our guests waiting." You say as you sit up.

"Our guests?" He asks.

"I mean yeah. You brought those fuckers into my life," You chuckle. "Plus you live here now."

His eyes sparkle and he smiles up at you. "You sure it's okay if I stay here for a while?"

"Rafe Cameron..." You bring your lips down to his ear. "You have been living here since the night we met."

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You and Rafe finally made your way downstairs. Kelce and Topper already had music blasting in the living room. You and Courtney sported the same look. Panties and an over-sized tee with messy hair to match. Glitter still on your face as always.

"Help me make dinner!" Courtney yelled to you as she slaved away over the stove.

"You know I can't cook, Court." You sighed.

"I'm gonna teach you!"

Rafe went and joined the guys in the living room.

"So you fucked her yet?" Kelce asked as soon as Rafe sat down.

"Don't be gross," Rafe spat.

"Rafe Cameron calling sex gross?" Topper asked. "That's a statement."

Rafe thought back to the conversation he overheard you and Courtney having. Virgin. The term was not something this island was used to.

"Man if you don't hop on that, I'm gonna shoot my shot." Kelce said.

"Shut the fuck up!" Rafe hissed.

Kelce held his hands up in defense. "Alright, alright! Mr. Whipped."

Rafe ignored him as he watched you and Courtney try to throw pieces of food into eachother's mouths. The way you moved and laughed was absolute art to him.

He liked Courtney. But he really liked the side of you that came out when you were with your best friend. Like nothing else in the world mattered. Pure bliss. And for that, he loved Courtney too. He would never get sick of watching you two dance on eachother and laugh at everything in the fucking world.

"He's drooling again," Topper laughed.

"Shut up, dude. Pour me a shot." Rafe finally said as he snapped out of his trance.

"Dinner's ready boys!" Courtney yelled.

You finished setting your dining room table. The one that hasn't been used since you moved in here.

"This smells fucking amazing," Topper said as he dashed into the room. Kelce and Rafe not far behind him.

Rafe went to the head of the table and pulled your chair out for you.

"Thank you," You smiled at him as you sat down.

"Of course, sweetheart." He said before sitting down next to you.

"Okay!" Courtney clapped her hands together. "We made chicken, green beans, sweet potatoes, and caesar salad."

"It was all Courtney." You said.

"Shut up," She hissed. "You helped and you did amazing."

"It looks amazing," Rafe said as he passed dishes around.

As you all sat and ate you took in the sight before you. Topper and Kelce shirtless. You and Court in your underwear. Rafe in sweats. None of you dressed up for a night at the club. Just happy and enjoying eachothers company. You were finally feeling at home and you couldn't be happier.

After dinner, you all retired to the living room for a horror movie marathon. You rested your head in Courtney's lap while you draped your legs over Rafe's. Topper and Kelce sat on the other couch while they jumped at every scene together.

Courtney ran her fingers through your hair as she laughed at the boys. "You guys are such pussies!"

You felt your phone buzz and you pulled it out of your pocket. It was your dad. Your face lit up as you opened the message.

Be home next week. I'll try to fit dinner in. Just put 10k in your account. Love you.

You frowned at the text. You hadn't seen your dad in weeks and he wasn't even sure if he could make time to have dinner with you.

You sucked on your teeth before you sat up and poured yourself a shot.

"You okay?" Court asks.

"Yeah! Just ready to catch a vibe." You say as you pour out a line of blow. You don't even bother with a bill as you bring your nose to the table and rail it.

Rafe bites his lip as he watches you. He'd always loved your ability to party like the boys but he couldn't help but worry. He could tell when you were having fun and when you were getting fucked up to forget. Rafe studied you daily.

"Y/N, take it easy," Rafe said as you went for your third line. He placed a hand on your shoulder and you shrugged him off.

"I'm feeling fucking perfect." You whispered as you laid back between your two best friends.

You didn't notice your leg shaking until Rafe put his hand on your knee.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" He asked.

His voice twirled around in your head and you smiled. You quickly stood up and took a few steps forward.

"Dude, is she good?" You heard the echo of a voice in the background.

You quickly bent over and expelled your dinner all over the living room floor before collapsing. You could feel your body begin to convulse as your vision faded to black.

"Y/N! Courtney yelled, quickly turning you to your side.

"Fuck dude!" Topper yelled as him and Kelce stepped back.

Rafe ran to you and placed your head in his lap as you continued to convulse.

"Start my fucking car!" He yelled to Courtney as he grabbed the keys from his pocket and threw them at her.

Courtney didn't hesitate. Kelce followed after her.

"What do we do?!" Topper yelled as he paced back and forth, running his hands through his hair.

Your body went limp.

"Y/N? Y/N?!" Rafe yelled, slapping your face lightly. He watched as your eyes rolled back in your head.

"Fuck!" Rafe yelled, scooping you into his arms and running to the truck. Topper was right behind him.

Rafe jumped into the back seat and pulled you into his lap. Topper jumped in next to him and Courtney quickly backed out of the driveway and sped off.

"Hurry!" Rafe yelled, his voice cracking. He shoved two fingers down your throat and you vomited instantly but you were still unconscious. "Fuck, Y/N come on! Don't you fucking die on me!" He yelled as he held you sideways in his lap. He forced his fingers down again, adding more vomit to the back of his truck.

"We're here!" Courtney announced. Everyone spilled out of the car. Rafe holding you close to his chest as he ran into the hospital first. Courtney not far behind him.

"Help us!" Courtney yelled. "Our friend, she overdosed!"

Nurses were quickly at their side, pulling you from Rafe's arms and placing you on a gurney. You began to convulse again.

Courtney grabbed your hand and ran along side of you as you were wheeled back. Rafe attempted to follow but the nurses stopped him. "I'm sorry, we can't have you all back there."

Rafe was full on crying now. He fell to his knees. Topper and Kelce tried to grab him and pull him back to the waiting room.

"Come on, dude. She's gonna be okay we just have to wait it out." Kelce assured him.

Dragging Rafe to the waiting room was a challenge as he was bigger than both Topper and Kelce.

Rafe didn't stop pacing for an hour and a half. Constantly asking every nurse that walked by if you were okay. They never had an answer for him.

Finally, Courtney came out to the waiting room.

Rafe ran to her immediately. "Is she okay?!"

Courtney could hardly breathe, anxiety riddled her face, but she quickly nodded. "Yeah, she's going to be okay."

Rafe finally let out the breath he'd been holding in. Topper and Kelce relaxed too.

"It wasn't just the coke," Courtney said as tears filled her eyes. Her fists were clenched by her sides.

The boys looked up at her. "What do you mean, Court?" Kelce asked.

"She, uhhh...she took some pills. Opiates." Courtney choked.

Rafe ran his hands through his hair, gripping the hair on the back of his neck as his legs shook.

"She, uhm.." Courtney started. "She's always had a problem. I thought she quit the pills but, uhm, I guess she just got better at hiding it." Courtney was crying now.

"Can I see her?" Rafe asked as he stood up and approached Courtney.

She nodded. "Uhm, yeah. She's stable. They pumped her stomach. She's really out of it."

Rafe nodded and pulled Courtney into a hug. "Thanks for staying with her." He whispered against her hair.

"We have to help her, Rafe." Courtney sobbed into his shoulder.

"We will." He promised.

He handed Courtney off to Kelce before he headed back to your room.

Rafe shuddered as he walked into the room. Seeing you unconscious and hooked up to a bunch of machines absolutely killed him. How had this night gone so wrong?

Rafe sat in the chair beside your hospital bed and took your hand between his. He placed a kiss on your knuckles before pressing his face into the mattress and sobbing.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I said I'd take care of you and I didn't." He choked on his words. "I almost lost you. We all almost lost you. Fuck..."

You stirred slightly.

"Rafe?" You mumbled.

He looked up at you. You were barely able to open your eyes.

"Yes, sweetheart? I'm here. I'm always here." He said as clung to your hand, running his other hand through your hair. Your perfect hair that he could never get enough of.

"What happened?" Your voice was practically a whisper.

"Later," He started. "You need to rest."

"Rafe?"

"Yes?" He asked, choking back tears as he brushed his thumb over your cheekbone.

"Don't leave me," You breathed.

"Never." He promised.

You slipped back into sleep and Rafe never left your side. Constantly at the edge of your bed, watching your chest rise and fall to make sure you were breathing steadily.

He only looked away from you when the doctor came in. He discussed details and options with the doctor. Rehab, medication, the whole nine.

It was another two days before you fully awoke.

She's up!

Rafe texted the group chat. He had sent Courtney and the boys to go watch your house.

On my way!

Courtney responded.

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and scanned the room. White walls, monitors, a small television in the corner. Was this a hospital?

"Hey," A familiar voice said. A voice that made you break out in a smile before you even turned to look at him.

"Hey," Your voice was raspy but your smile made up for it.

"Here, have some water." Rafe said as he brought the bottle to your lips and helped you drink.

When you finally laid back you sighed.

"How are you feeling?" He asked softly.

"I'm sore," You admitted.

Rafe bit his lip, remembering how you had seized in his arms. The memory would haunt him forever.

"What happened?" You finally asked.

Rafe sniffled. "You, uhm...You overdosed."

You trained your eyes on the ceiling. "Hmm."

"Why didn't you tell me you were taking pills?" Rafe asked.

You closed your eyes and breathed deeply. Knowing that the doctors found it all in your system and Courtney probably told them all about your little habit.

"Y/N..."

"Rafe, I don't want to talk about it."

Before he could say anything else, Courtney busted into the room.

"Y/N," she sighed with relief as she ran to hug you.

"Hey bitch," You said as you wrapped a weak arm around her.

Rafe watched as you and Courtney caught up for a moment.

"Uhm, did you call my dad?" You asked hopefully.

Courtney's face fell. "Yeah, I did..." She started. "He hasn't gotten back yet."

You looked down. Not surprised, but still hurt.

"Y/N, we're going to get you help okay?" Courtney said.

Your eyes shot up at her. "What do you mean?"

"I-I found this really good facility-"

"No." You cut her off. "You're not shipping me off to some rehab!" You protested.

"Y/N-"

"Shut up, Rafe!" You said as you held a hand up to him. You turned back to Courtney. "I'm not fucking going."

"Y/N, I can't watch you kill yourself!" Courtney yelled. Earning the attention from the doctor who was on his way in.

"I'm not fucking going to rehab!" You repeated yourself.

"There are other options," The doctor said, trying to calm you down. "If you'd rather detox at home, I can prescribe you something to help with the withdrawals. You're still going to feel like shit," He chuckles. "But it will help."

"Perfect. Let's do that." You said as you crossed your arms.

"Do you have someone that can be at the house with you?" The doctor asks.

"Yes," Courtney and Rafe answered simultaneously.

"Okay," The doctor started. "She's going to need to take this every 8 hours," He said as wrote out a prescription. "She'll need a lot of fluids. She's going to be sick. Shaking, tremors, vomiting, all of it."

"We'll take care of her." Rafe promised.

"Alright. Let me just get some paperwork filled out and you guys can be out of here."

"Thank you." Courtney said.

You sunk down into the bed with a frustrated sigh, refusing to talk.

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You were finally home. Rafe pulled open the passenger door and helped you out. He kept an arm around you as you weakly walked to your front door.

You were still annoyed with him and Courtney for trying to send you to rehab.

Once you were inside, Courtney went to the fridge and grabbed you a few bottles of water. "Let's take her upstairs." She said.

"I can get there on my own," You hissed, pulling out of Rafe's grip and instantly falling to the floor.

"Y/N, no." Rafe said as he picked you up off the floor. He was full on carrying you now.

"Let go of me, Rafe!" You fought against him but got no where in your weak state.

Rafe carried you up to your room and placed you in your bed. Courtney followed him, putting the bottles of water on your nightstand.

You started shivering.

"You need to take your medicine," Courtney demanded as she pulled the pills from her pocket, dumping one out into her palm. "Here," She said, handing it to you and then handing you a bottle of water.

You popped the pill in your mouth and chugged the water. You prayed this would help as you felt the tremors move throughout your body.

Courtney crawled in bed beside you and turned on the tv, looking for your favorite comfort movie. You in your demented head absolutely loved Terrifier. She found it and pressed play. As much as she hated clowns, she'd do anything to make you feel better right now.

You laid in her lap, shivering as you brought the covers up to your nose. The feeling of her playing with your hair calmed you.

"I'm gonna make dinner," Rafe said.

"Something light," Courtney said. Just bring her some saltine crackers and broth. She can't over eat right now."

Rafe nodded his head. Reminding himself that Courtney had seen this multiple times before. As much as he wanted to be the one comforting you right now, he knew he had other duties if him and Courtney were going to be taking care of you for the next few days.

Rafe made his way down to the kitchen and started preparing food. He got what Courtney asked him too but he also heated up leftovers from a few nights prior.

"Courtney," You mumble.

"Yeah?" She asks.

"I don't feel-" You gag. "I don't feel goo-" You cut off abruptly as the contents of your stomach were expelled all over your bed.

"Fuck, okay." Courtney said as she pulled your hair back. The vomiting seemed to never end. "Rafe!" She called out.

Rafe was there in two seconds. "Shit," He said as he saw you vomiting.

"Help me get her to the shower," Courtney said.

Rafe scooped you up effortlessly. Courtney ran to the bathroom and turned on a warm shower. "Get her out of those clothes," Courtney demanded as she stripped out of her own clothing, reducing down to her bra and underwear.

Once you were undressed Rafe placed you in the shower and Courtney got in as well. She laid behind you, leaning your head on her shoulder.

"Is she okay?" Rafe asked, fear raking his voice.

"Yeah, it's just the meds. She's got to get all this out of her body." Courtney assured him.

"Okay, okay," Rafe said as he paced. "What do I do?"

"Can you, uh, wash her sheets?" Courtney asks. "I'm gonna see if I can the rest of it out of her in the shower before we put her back to bed."

"You guys talk about me like I'm not right here." You mumble.

"You know we're always talking shit," Courtney chuckled, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Always running your mouth," You chuckle.

You and Courtney smile against eachother for a minute.

"Hey, Court?" You ask.

"Yes?"

"Can, uhm, can Rafe take your place? I'd just really rather you make my soup. You always make it perfect."

Courtney laughs and looks up to Rafe. "You up for it?"

"Yeah, of course, anything." He responds as he pulls his shirt off.

"Enjoy," Courtney whispers in your ear before standing up and passing you off to Rafe.

You feel your back rest against Rafe's chest and his arms come around your almost naked body, holding you close.

"Hey Rafey," You say with a smile. "Sorry I'm such a mess."

He places a kiss on your forehead. "Never apologize to me. I just want to take care of you."

You no longer felt sick but the meds were definitely making you drowsy. You felt euphoric as the warm water washed over you and your back was pressed against Rafe's skin. You tucked your face into the nape of his neck as he rocked you side to side.

You wanted so badly to tell him how much you loved him but you couldn't risk scaring him off. Not right now.

"Y/N?" He asks.

"Hmm?" You hum into his neck.

"Do you know how scared I was? How scared I still am?" His voice breaks.

"Why, Rafey?"

He inhales sharply. "I thought I was going to lose you." He admits.

You bring a lazy hand up to cup his cheek. "I'll never leave you, Rafe." You promise him. "Never."

"No more drugs," He whispers against your temple, holding you tightly.

"No more drugs." You agree. "As long as I have you, I don't need them."

Rafe continues to press kisses to your forehead and cheeks. As if he stopped he would simply die.

"Shower soup!" Courtney came in holding a tray of food.

"Yay!" You cheered.

"Shower soup?" Rafe asked.

"She likes to eat in he shower." Courtney rolled her eyes. "Just let her do it or she'll throw a fit."

You pulled away from Rafe and leaned against the wall of your massive shower as Courtney stepped in with the tray of food.

"Here's your soup, baby girl, and some crackers." She said as she handed it to you.

"Thank youuuuu," You cooed.

Courtney sat down on the opposite side of the shower and plunged a fork into a chicken breast before handing it to Rafe. "And for us," She said as she grabbed her own chicken breast with her fingers, taking a huge bite.

Rafe couldn't contain his laughter. "Is this like a California thing? Eating a whole fucking meal in the shower?"

"It's an us thing," You chime in as you shove two crackers in your mouth.

"I'll eat to that," He says before biting into the chicken.

You and Courtney chuckle as you let Rafe into your shower feasting club.

You put your bowl on the floor of the shower when you're finished. Your head falls to the side as you doze off.

"Let's get her to bed," Courtney says. "I put fresh sheets on."

"Let's do it," Rafe agrees as he stands up and shuts the shower off. He picks you up and follows Courtney out of the shower. She has a towel ready to wrap you up in.

Rafe places you in the middle of your bed and him and Courtney crawl in on either side of you. You were out cold. They were both happy you were finally resting peacefully.

"Rafe," Courtney says, turning to look at him.

Rafe meets her gaze. "Yeah?"

"Do you love her?" Courtney asks without hesitation.

Rafe rests his head back on his pillow and then turns to look at you.

"I do," He sighs. "More than anything."

Courtney gives a small smile at the confession. "She loves you too."

"Really?" Rafe asks.

"Yeah. She does. I've never seen her so happy before."

"Why'd she keep doing drugs then?"

"It's complicated, Rafe."

He nods. "I'm not letting her touch that shit again." He says. "I thought we were going to lose her."

"Me too," Courtney confesses as she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I've never seen her get so bad. Thank you for helping."

"I'd do anything for her," Rafe admits.

"Why don't you tell her how much you love her?" Courtney asks.

Rafe takes in a deep breath. "I will," He says. "When she's feeling better."

Courtney smiles. "Good." She says before reaching over and turning off the light. "Oh, and Rafe?"

"Yeah?

"If you ever hurt her, I will slit your throat."

"Understood." He says with a smile.

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The next few days go by in a blur. You can feel Courtney and Rafe around you but you can't remember much.

On day four you wake up mostly clear headed. A little groggy, but overall ready to take on the day.

"Goodmorning gorgeous," Courtney sat on top of you, her forehead touching yours. "You feeling better?"

"Yeah, I'm feeling great!" You say as you pull her in for a hug. You sit and snuggle her for a moment before she speaks up.

"Rafe made breakfast!" She says. "Come on!" She pulls you from the bed, eager to have her best friend back.

You stumble behind her as you guys make your way to the kitchen.

"She's up!" Courtney announces.

Rafe stops what he's doing and turns to look at you. "Hey," He says softly as he makes his way over to you and pulls you tight against his chest. His scent makes you melt.

"Hey," You whisper.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, running his fingers through your hair.

"Better," You say as your look up to him with a smile and rest your chin against his chest.

He wants nothing more than to kiss you in that moment but he holds back. "You hungry?" He asks.

"Very," You giggle.

He presses a kiss to your forehead. "Sit down," He demands. You slide into a seat next to Courtney. Rafe puts finishing touches on your breakfast and then he slides a plate in front of both you and Courtney.

"Shit Rafe, you might be a better cook than me!" Courtney says as she digs in.

You laugh. "Well you both beat me in that department. This looks amazing Rafe."

He smiles at you. He grabs his own plate and leans over the counter, eating across from you and Courtney.

"Okay, this is like...heaven." Courtney admits as she shoves more bacon in her mouth.

"Fucking facts!" You agree. "Rafe, will you make me breakfast every morning?" You chuckle.

"Anything for you, sweetheart." He says with a smile.

"Hey...do you guys have any weed?" You ask.

"Got you a big old bag," Courtney laughed. She pulled it out of her bag and tossed it at Rafe. "Roll one up, would you Cameron?"

"Gladly," He says.

The three of you spend the rest of the day smoking weed and watching tv. You finally let Court and Rafe talk you into some comedy.

"It's disturbing that all you watch is horror!" Courtney preached.

You looked to Rafe. "Hey, I kind of agree with her." He says, holding up his hands defensively.

"Fine. Make me laugh." You demand.

You ended up laughing your ass off at It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia for the rest of the day.

You ended your day blissfully falling asleep in Rafe's lap.

"My parents need me home for a bit," Courtney says as she stands up. "I'm right down the street. Can you take care of her for a bit?"

"Of course," Rafe smiles, running his hand through your hair as he always does. "I'll text you if there is any crisis." He chuckled but his eyes were serious.

"Okay. Thanks Rafe. Take care of my girl." Courtney says, placing a kiss to your temple.

"Always." He promised.

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You awoke early in the morning. The sun just peaking over the horizon. You could feel Rafe's form around you. The way he molded his body to keep you safe, even when he was sleeping.

You slowly slipped out of his grip, trying your best not to wake him. You saw a pack of cigarettes on the coffee table and you grabbed one.

You headed to the back porch. The warm morning air hitting your skin was the cure you needed. You felt so amazing. No drugs in your system, besides weed. You felt like a whole new person.

You brought the cigarette to your lips and lit it. You took a long drag, leaning back before you exhaled.

"Goodmorning,"

You turned quickly to see Rafe joining you on the deck.

"Hey," You smiled. Rafe didn't ignore the way your eyes lit up at the sight of him.

His hair was messy, sweatpants barely clinging to his hips, bare feet, and opened button up shirt. He was quite literally the most perfect human you'd ever seen.

"When did Court leave?" You ask, taking another drag off your cigarette, pressing your foot back against the railing.

"Last night," He responded. "She had a few things to do for her parents."

You nodded and handed him the cigarette. The way he took it from you and placed it gently between his lips made your knees weak. He only took one drag before flicking it to the side.

"I'm so happy you're feeling better." He said as he closed the space between you and pulled you into him.

"Thank you for taking care of me." You said into his chest.

"I'll always take care of you," He promised. "I'm sorry I failed you."

"Rafe, it wasn't your fault-"

"I should have been paying closer attention."

"Rafey," You said as you reached up and ran your fingers through his messy hair. "I kept it from you. And I'm sorry, Don't blame yourself, please." You practically begged.

He nodded hesitantly before burying his face in your hair. Taking in the scent of your shampoo once again.

"I love you." He mumbled into your hair.

You pulled back from him. "What..did you say?"

He sucked in a nervous breath. "I love you, Y/N." He said again.

You stared at him, wide-eyed, jaw agape.

"And I'm sorry if that's like weird but like I thought I lost you and I just needed you to know."

"Rafe,"

"And I just feel like I need to tell you because you never know what happens in life and-"

"Rafe!"

His eyes snap to yours.

"I love you too." You said softly.

He was silent for a moment while he watched you.

"You don't have to sa-"

"Rafe! I fucking love you!"

He let out a nervous breath and smiled at your words.

He took a step closer to you, placing his hands on your hips.

"Can I..."

"Please." You begged. Bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck and pulling him close to you. His arms brought you closer to his body as his lips hovered over yours.

"Kiss me, Rafe." You begged once more.

He didn't hesitate to press his lips to yours. He was gentle, but passionate. He brought a hand up to cup your face, pulling you deeper into the kiss.

You placed your hand over his as you moaned against his lips. His tongue brushed your bottom lip, asking for entrance and you accepted needily.

Your tongue danced with his for a few more moments before he slowly pulled back, leaving you hungry for more.

"I was so scared I was going to lose you." He confessed, pressing his forehead to yours.

"I'm sorry, Rafe." You said. "I promise, I'll never leave you."

You saw a tear fall from his eye as he swallowed. "I don't want to live without you."

"You're everything I've ever needed." You told him.

"No more drugs?" He asked

"No more drugs." You confirmed.

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The axe hit the block of wood solidly, splitting it in two, the pieces falling to the side and Sy reached down, grabbing another and setting it on the stump. The early morning air was cool against his skin that had become heated as he chopped wood, his shirt having been discarded some time ago. Swinging the axe down, it split the block and he grabbed another, setting it up like the last. His breath came in dragon puffs of steam and he looked around the trees surrounding the cabin, mist and fog that would vanish with the rising sun giving them almost a fairy tale quality.

The silence was broken as someone crashed through the underbrush and his head whipped to the side as they came running out of the treeline. It was a woman, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, one of her arms covered in blood in a grisly sleeve. He set the axe aside when she saw him, running over to him.

"Please, I--" She gasped for air, her skin flush.

"Easy, darlin. Catch your breath." Sy said, holding her uninjured arm. "What happened?"

"My boyfriend he--he attacked me and I--"

"Say no more, sweetheart, let's get you out of the open and get that arm looked at." He said and she nodded, "And don't worry, you're safe with me."

"Th-thank you." She said and he grabbed his shirt from where he had thrown it, putting it back on again before leading her into the cabin. Mike jumped up from the couch as they came in, looking at their new guest in question.

"Can we have your name?" Sy asked.

"Stephanie." She said and he nodded.

"Stephanie, I'm Sy and this is my brother Mike, he's going to take a look at your arm, okay?" Sy said and she nodded, "Mike, wake the others. Tell'em we got a situation."

"Yeah." Mike said with a nod, "Come on, Steph. Can I call you Steph?"

"Sure." She said, her voice small and he gave her a small smile to put her at ease.

"First aid kit is in the bathroom, this way." He said and Sy nodded as she looked at him, touching her back gently. A crawling feeling made his shoulders twitch and he watched them vanish up the stairs before he headed out of the cabin, seeing the stranger standing there. He was tall, thin, with sandy hair, dressed in loose clothing but Sy could smell blood on him.

"Help you?" Sy asked, folding his arms over his chest.

"Where is she?"

"Where is who?"

"Don't bullshit me, I tracked her here. Where is she? Give her to me." Sy just shook his head.

"Not gonna happen." He said and the man pulled a smile that was mostly teeth, his canines sharp and Sy stretched his neck, letting the Other push forward just a little. "Ya wanna try me, son?"

"Just give her to me and I'll be out of your territory."

"You attack a girl in my territory who then finds me and asks for help." Sy said, "You think I'm giving her to you? You're delusional."

"It doesn't matter, I infected her."

"Saw that." Sy said, his jaw clenching. "But if you think I'm going to hand her over to a damn feral, you're crazier than I thought."

"Give her to me now." He snarled, the Other filling his eyes and making them almost glow and Sy let his push forward just a little more, rolling his shoulders. The feral growled at the energy he was letting off, an unnatural sound, and Sy leveled a challenging look at him.

"Give me a reason." He said, "And I'll skin you and hang your pelt on my wall."

"She's mine."

"Not anymore." The words came without a thought and he couldn't take them back. "Now get the fuck out of my territory before I rip your damn head off." The feral just snarled again, looking like he was going to lunge at him, but he eventually backed down at the look in Sy's eyes, turning and stomping away back into the trees. With a sigh, he headed back inside and found her sitting on the couch with Mike, her arm wrapped in gauze. The others were up, August and Geralt standing with their arms crossed over their chests as Walter sat with the other two on the couch.

"Feral?" Geralt asked and Sy nodded.

"He going to be a problem?" August asked.

"Not unless he wants his limbs ripped off." Sy said and Stephanie looked back and forth between them, the question writ plain on her face.

"I should--thank you for helping me, but I should probably go." She said and stood, Mike and Walter standing with her.

"Doll, we ain't gonna stop you." Sy said, "But that arm of yours is going to get worse before it gets better."

"He infect her?" Geralt asked and Sy nodded. "She can't leave."

"What?" She asked, her voice wavering slightly and the smell of her fear starting leaking into the air.

"Stephanie," Sy said, "Like I said, we ain't gonna stop you, you're not a prisoner or a hostage, but you should probably stay. Your boyfriend, he...he's a feral wolf."

"I've heard of those." She said, "But aren't they like...crazy?"

"I guess he could hide it better than others. He infected you, doll." Sy said, "Your arm will start to hurt more than it already does, and you'll run one hell of a fever. It's going to hurt, but we'll get you through it the best we can."

"H-how?" She asked.

"We're wolves, ourselves." Walter said, gently, "This is our territory which makes you our responsibility."

"We can't be adopting strays." August said and Sy shot him a look. "She can stay until it runs it's course, but then she's gone."

"Walker, you got a bad habit of thinking you can tell us what to do." Sy said and August scowled at him. "Stephanie, you can leave if you want, but you should stay." She rubbed the gauze on her arm slightly, her hand clenching and unclenching. "It's startin' to ache?" She nodded.

"A deep ache."

"That didn't take long." Geralt said. "You're staying."

"O-okay." Stephanie said and Sy went to her, reaching up and holding her face gently, looking into her eyes.

"You're safe here, doll, I promise you." He could already see her Other starting to form behind her eyes and it pulled at his.

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I'm Feeling Devious (you're looking glamorous) | Dick x Jason x Roy x Wally

info/warnings: smut & fluff, ftm Dick, fingering, masturbation, filming, pseudo incest, idk what else to put

batman masterlist

I originally planned to have this posted almost two months ago, but then my cat, Cotton Candy, died. And then my other cat, KitKat, got sick a month later, and after syringe feeding her for two weeks, she died, too.

So, yeah. Fanfic author curse is real, I guess.

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Jason is in the midst of freeing himself of the Red Hood uniform when his phone buzzes from the couch, where he haphazardly tossed it upon returning to the safe house after a night of solo patrol; he sighs and ignores it, stripping himself from the rest of his uniform and his underclothes, leaving him in nothing but his Arsenal themed boxers, a black base with little red arrows and gray trucker hats scattered about and the words "Arsenal's Property" sprawled across the ass in fancy, red cursive lettering, custom ordered by Roy as a gag Valentines Day present a couple of years ago (he also owns a pair of Nightwing and Flash boxers, gags gift from all three of his partners that he wore regularly on nights like these, when he's stuck in Gotham by himself, missing his boyfriends who all are on a mission- though normally, they aren't all on the same mission, and Jason is just a little bit salty about it).

The phone buzzes again and this time, Jason picks it up, three messages lit up on his lockscreen under Roy's contact. Jason opens his phone to view the messages, one reading, "missing you jaybaby <3", the second showing a picture of Dick in nothing but his Red Hood red underwear and sitting in Wally's fully clothed lap, the gingers hands on Dick's chest and Dick's hands buried in Wally's fluffy red hair, and the last message being of a video, the starting screen showing an imagine of Wally in all his glory, one hand closed around his erect cock and the other over his mouth, like he's trying to keep quiet, and his eyes are wide open, seemingly staring at something to the side of the camera.

Jason flushes, warmth beginning to swirl around inside his gut as he sits down on the couch, tapping the play button.

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Roy hums into Wally's clothed stomach as the speedster runs his fingers through the other man's greasy hair and asks about the science behind some of Roy's trick arrows, the archer nodding in affirmation to Wally's most recent question, when Wally suddenly stops playing with the others hair and ceases his questioning, and Roy looks up at him in question only to see him staring at something behind Roy with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Turning his head, Roy wolf whistles at the sight before his eyes, a grin settling on his face; Dick is standing in front of the bed bare ass naked, and what a fine ass it is, back turned to his two ginger boyfriends as he rummages through his suitcase, pulling out a pair of red boxer shorts- the same exact shade as Jason's Red Hood helmet- and turns around, showing off his bush and smirking at the sight of the others as he steps into the underwear, pulling them up his legs. He doesn't put on a shirt, breasts on full display.

"You're drooling, Walls."

Wally wipes at his mouth with his hand. "You're just that hot, babe."

"Yeah," Roy nods in agreement and sits up from his place between Wally's thick speedster thighs, grin still on his face "I'd kill to be in that bush."

"Go take a shower, Roy." Dick smiles as he speaks, walking to the bed to lightly shove the archer off, who dramatically stumbles for a second before catching himself. The ravenette pulls him into a quick kiss then shoos him away, watching him walk to the bathroom Dick had just exited and listening for the sound of the water turning back on.

Dick crawls into Wally's lap at the sound of the water running, legs on either side of the latter's strong thighs. Wally is fully clothed, preferring the comfort of his Nightwing themed lounge pants and one of his old Flash t-shirts from before he became The Flash himself, the logo faded to almost nothing, while Dick prefers little clothes after bathing. Wally's hands easily find his boyfriends hips, Dicks hands running over Wally's shoulders to the back of his neck, curling the gingers hair around his fingers, and they both lean in, capturing each other's lips in a soft kiss.

"You taste like cookies." Dick speaks as he pulls away from the kiss, eyes roaming Wally's face, silently counting the freckles dusting his skin.

Wally hums, eyes closed as he soaks in his lover's attention, content. "Flavored lip balm. Do you like it?"

Leaning in for another kiss, Dick whispers "yes" against the speedsters' lips. His tongue darts out to lick at Wally's flavored lips, savoring the sweet taste of cookie lip balm, and Wally lets out a small groan into Dick's mouth, who takes the chance to slip his tongue inside the gingers mouth. As they kiss, the ravenette reaches for one of the hands on his waist, slowly guiding Wally to his chest, and he shivers as the hand cups his breast and thumbs over his nipple, bringing his own hand back to Wally's neck and burying his fingers in the others hair, lightly gripping as Wally begins to tweak his nipple. Dick's body reacts to his boyfriends' touch, hips rolling and grinding against Wally, who bucks his own hips up to meet Dicks, the movement and pressure going straight to the pair's groins, Wally's length hardening within the confines of his pants and moisture growing between Dicks legs.

As the pair continue to grind against one another, kissing and groping and moaning, Roy finishes his shower, exiting the hotel bathroom in nothing but a white towel that sits low on his waist, happy trail on display. He whistles again as he takes in the beauty that is his lovers moving together through gasps and pants, hands roaming each other's bodies. He wants to preserve the moment, to capture the charm and elegance that his boyfriends possess, that their bodies emit as passion and pleasure takes over and bubbles around them, spilling over their surroundings and filling the air with a pure, unfiltered lust that has Roy's whole body enveloped in warmth. The archer leans against the dresser/TV stand combo that sits on the wall across from the bed and grabs his phone from the corner where he set it when they came in, opening his camera to capture his lover's passion in a photograph- Dick's near naked body in Wally's lap, the two kissing and grinding as Wally gropes at Dick's bare skin and Dick tugs at Wally's ginger locks.

"Jay's gonna love this." Roy speaks as the picture is taken, then sets his phone back down, admiring his present boyfriend's bodies, their love, and the two take a minute to keep pressing against one another before they're pulling away to catch their breaths, and Dick turns his head to look at Roy, panting as he smiles.

"Wanna make him a movie, baby?" Wally whines and buries his head in the crevice between Dicks neck and shoulder, pressing kisses to his naturally tan skin. "You like that, Walls?"

Wally nods into the ravenettes neck, teeth grazing skin as he begins to lick and suck and nip.

"I think we should make him the star, yeah?" Roy's voice is deep, raspy with lust, and the words force another whine from Wally's throat.

Dick smirks in agreement. "Yeah." And then he's lifting himself from Wally's lap and off the bed, standing despite Wally's protesting, hands grabbing at Dick's arms in attempt to keep him there, held against Wally's warm body. Leaning down, Dick presses a soft kiss to Wally's lips and holds his face in his hands, forcing Wally to look up at him from his spot on the bed. "Wanna put on a show for Jason, baby?" Wally nods. "Be a good boy and listen to me then, okay?"

Wally nods again, a soft "okay" leaving his lips as he nuzzles into his boyfriend's hands.

"Good boy." Dick holds Wally's head against his chest for a moment, petting his ginger locks as Wally gives a sweet kiss to his breast. Then, Dick is pulling away, ordering Wally to strip as he walks towards where Roy is still leaning up against the dresser, watching them with a look of fondness.

He greets Roy with a kiss that ends as quick as it started, then stands pressed up against him, wrapping an arm around Roy's waist as an arm twice the size of Dick's own is wrapping around his shoulder, the two leaning on one another. Roy has his phone out again before Dick even has to ask, but Wally is already out of his clothes by the time he presses record; no matter, more interesting things will be happening tonight.

"What should we have him do first, doll?" The question is directed towards Dick, and he hums at Roy's words.

"I wanna see how long he can touch himself without cumming." Dick pauses to gauge Wally's reaction, who's erect cock twitches at the words. "You think Jason will like that?

Roy nods, because Jason is into that (especially when Jason himself is the one not allowed to cum). "Jaybird will love it."

"You heard him, Walls, be a good boy and touch yourself for us. For Jay."

Wally does as told, hand taking hold of his cock, thumb swiping over the slit and rubbing pre over himself, beginning to jerk himself as he watches Dick and Roy watch him. Dicks fingers rub lazy circles around his clit through his boxers, though his eyes are trained on Wally, watching the way the speedster strokes himself. Roy isn't touching himself, but the towel is gone, polling around his feet on the floor, and his cock is erect, standing tall and curved slightly to the left. He presses hot kisses into the skin of Dicks neck, pausing occasionally to suck and bite until a red mark blossoms like roses in the spring, and when Wally looks at Roy, Roy looks right back instantly, staring into Wally's eyes despite his mouth being attached to their boyfriend's neck. Wally's cock twitches in his hand, more pre beading from the tip and spilling over, dribbling down his cock and over his hand.

When he looks back over to Dick, he has to squeeze the base of his shaft, because Dick's underwear have been pushed halfway down his thighs and he has three fingers inside his pussy, and when he pulls them out, they're covered in a sheen liquid, before he pushes them right back in, and then Roy is moving his hand from around Dicks shoulder and down his back, then to his ass, then between his legs; Dick moans as the tip of Roy's index finger enters his already full cunt, and Wally groans in response as he throws his free hand over his mouth to quiet himself, the scene, the sounds all too much-

Spurts of cum erupt from Wally's cock, coating his stomach and hand in milky white: the first of many orgasms this night.

[my-shields-are-down]

Jeans 👖

#one word prompt #Chenford one shot

REMEMBER: a one word prompt gets you a Chenford one-shot.

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“Don’t do it! Dad - do not do it! You DO NOT want to go in there right now. She’s kind of having a break down.” Tim stared down at his 16 year old daughter Diana, crossing his arms and widening his stance to match hers.

His baby girl who used to host tea parties with the neighbors’ dogs and her chinchillas, who used to rest her head on his shoulder when he read her bed time stories and explained the world to her, who now stood a few inches taller than her mom, with her thick wavy blond hair and her mom’s chocolate eyes brimming with mirth and laughter behind her, well his really, most intimidating TO scowl. She was gorgeous and kind and stubborn and cranky and if the rumors supplied by her younger brother were to be believed, she was secretly dating Angela’s son Mateo and she was by far, the most popular girl in school.

Diana was blocking his entrance into his and Lucy’s bedroom suite.

“I am not having a break-down!” came Lucy’s muted and slightly muffled voice from somewhere inside their bedroom.

“You know I can just pick you up and move you out of the way, right?”

“Oh really? Pff. Maybe when I was 7 and small for my age, you could grab me by my ankles and hold me upside down while telling me I was turning into a bat! I’m not gonna fall for that now!”

Tim looked down at her bare ankles and purple toenails as if considering doing that again. His back yelling at him internally to please, do not do that again.

Diana laughingly yelled back into the room, “he’s breaking through my defenses Mom! You might want to put some clothes on!”

Tim’s heart had started bursting at her laughter, because it was musical and happy like her mom and his mom, but then his eyes got big, and turned black with desire at the thought of Lucy unclothed less than 50 feet away.

Diana watched the shift in her Dad. Watching him shine love and affection down on her before shifting to something, deep, and feral, and fierce. She really enjoyed watching her Dad love her Mom. Yeah sure the PDA was over the top sometimes, but her parents without words had shown their kids that, deep, all-consuming love, affection and respect were possible and attainable. And worth it.

Then, with cat-like reflexes, Tim reaches forward and steps into a hug with Diana, wrapping his long arms around her, holding her close. Then before she could sink into the hug, he blows a raspberry on her neck and tickles her on her sides having effectively boxed her in with little wiggle room. Diana shrieks with laughter and instead of fighting like usual, tries the reflexive dead weight trick Aunt Nyla had shown her last week, sliding effortlessly out of his grasp to the ground before crab-crawling away and popping up again. “I’m immune to your tricks old man!”

Tim nods and points back at her with a huge grin while silently thanking both Angels and Nyla for suggesting the self-defense classes for Diana.

He then turns and enters his sanctuary - the part of the house where he feels the most at peace and at home because Lucy is here. Even after all these years, she makes his heart pound, his pulse race, and drives him crazy with desire. She’s his home in this building - their home.

“Luce - where are you love?”

“In here and yeah, I kind of am having a break-down.”

Tim pivots and heads to their walk in-closet to find Lucy sprawled on the floor in a navy blue t-shirt bra and boy short panties, one arm covering her eyes, and what looks like every pair of jeans they own strewn around her. She had been looking for something jeans related but now lay on the floor quietly crying.

Tim quickly lies down beside her and kisses her clavicle, right below where his very first Valentines Day gift still hangs around her neck. He’s given her quite a lot of jewelry over the years, but this simple gold circle on its delicate gold chain is worn almost every day since she got them.

“Honey, what’s with the jeans explosion? Aren’t you supposed to be at some garden party somewhere?”

“Yes, TJ’s school fundraiser garden party. I was there, wearing my favorite sunflower dress the one I always wear on Mother’s Day. But I was sent home for not wearing the ‘approved attire’ - jeans, a white top and a stupid garden hat covered in flowers. Apparently, I looked better than the hostess so she sent me home to change. That group clearly is still living in junior high. Ugh. It’s not my fault she’s a mean, angry, fat cow, that only fits into elastic-waisted jeans.”

“So then I get home, come up here and angrily start putting on jeans. And none of them fit! Not even my default safety jeans. The last time this happened I was pregnant with TJ. So I called the doctor to find out if that was even possible and she said no, it’s more likely due to the beginning of menopause. Then I started spiraling, thinking I’m turning into a blob who can only wear elastic wasted jeans. I understood Marjorie’s anger and then the tears came and they won’t stop. Your sexy wife is turning into a blob!”

Tim grabs Lucy and rolls them so she is laying on top of him, her head resting on his chest, and wraps his arms around her while kissing her temple. He holds her to him, lightly stroking her back, letting her cry it out. Over the years, they’ve mastered reading each other and silently communicating the kind of love and support needed in any situation. Right now Lucy needs quiet comfort.

When her breathing finally evens out and her tears stop flowing, Tim kisses her temple and says, “What did your Mom look like at your age? Your grandmothers? I don’t think I’ve ever seen elastic-waisted pants on any female in your family going back generations. Your DNA - your genes- are not programmed that way.

Which kind of is a bummer for me, because belt free, zipper free jeans? Hell yeah! A faster, easier way to get you naked? Sign. Me. Up! Why haven’t you been wearing those from the get go?

By now that’s hours, days, possibly weeks of extra naked time we missed out on because your jeans didn’t have an elastic waist band. I’m gonna sue for restitution - money, so I can take my honey on a multi-month, around-the-world-trip! A naked-time world tour, if you will.”

“You are ridiculous.”

“What I am, is stupidly, madly, deeply and completely head-over-heels in love with you. You could lose all your limbs and be a head and torso in a box and I would still be in love with you.”

“Oh god. We never should have watched that awful movie. A ‘Boxing Helena’ reference is not making me feel more attractive.”

“Ooh, but you know what will? My sex-on-a-stick husband romancing me tonight, on our back deck with candles, and fresh flowers, and something yummy on the grill. You can wear your khaki shorts and one of your snap shirts, and I can wear my sunflower dress. And you can unwrap me later.”

Tim immediately sits them both up, leans forward and kisses her silly. He is getting lucky tonight! (Well, really, he’d been lucky for a very long time).

“Diana! Grab your brothers and go to the Evers compound for the rest of the weekend- your mom and I need some time alone!”

[fanficonly]

Wenclair -Mine- Chapter 5

Day 3 of posting every day for a week ...going well...Hope y'all enjoy

Thing had crawled his way towards Enid and placed himself onto Enid's hand for comfort as the girl steadied her breathing. She occasionally winced at her wounds as they attempted to heal at an accelerated pace. But with the blood still oozing from the scratch marks her body was struggling to keep up.

Enid remained laid down on the ground, her naked body covered in dirt and dried blood, unsure of what to do next. She had never found herself in this position. Being 18 and never having turned before she never felt like she needed to take steps in preparation for this moment, believing her time to be over and accepting the fact she would always be a lone wolf unable to fully form.

Luckily and somewhat unluckily another werewolf student had heard the commotion from the distance and came to investigate. Upon seeing Enid the wolf seemed concerned but when the girl rose her head up she stumbled around to try and cover herself.

The wolf ran off and Enid wasn't sure whether to be grateful or not. After a minute he returned with a plastic bag in his jaw. After concluding that Enid was alive and healing her dropped the bag a few feet from her and left to give her some privacy.

"what the fuck" she questioned out loud looking at the wolf running away with suspicion.

Thing made his way over to the bag to investigate before turning and giving Enid the all clear sign.

Enid crawled slowly toward the bag and once opening it she found a T-shirt, a hoodie and a set of joggers that were clearly going to drown her. Regardless she was happy and slowly changed into the clothing to protect her modesty and her body from the frosty night air.

She hadn't really paid much attention when the Furs would rave about the last full moon, for obvious reasons she would block them out unwilling to hear all the fun she had been missing out on. She sat there tearing up the T-shirt in the bag to fashion a waist band to put pressure on her cuts then breathed lowly letting a light growl slip from between her lips. She eventually remembered that all of her werewolf friends stashed clothes in the woods and she could recall them laughing about all the places they found themselves, without clothing, worried someone might see them.

It was clearly reserved for those kind of nights. The ones that would get away from them. The ones where they were unable to make it back to the caves before sunrise. Thank god for that estranged wolf she thought to herself.

Just as she suspected the trousers were massive on her but they would have to do so... She pulled the drawstrings tight, threw the hoodie on over her head and then looked around

"You can look now Thing" Enid yelled as he peaked from behind the tree and crawled back towards her.

"Are you okay?" He signed worriedly.

"I think so" she smiled at him " But Wednesday can't heal like I can" she spoke looking in the direction she had ran. "Do you think she made it to the school?" Enid asked but Thing just gave his variation of a shrug and shuffled up Enids arm onto her shoulder as she stood up.

She felt better already but could still feel the pain as her skin cells scarred together. She walked towards the school as quickly as she could still not being able to muster up enough strength to run.

"Wednesdayyyyyy" she called out hoping to hear her raven haired beauty respond but she heard nothing back. Regardless of her own pain she couldn't help but be flooded in an ocean of fear. Fear that Wednesday would not survive the brutal attack. And that thought felt like it was crushing Enid from the inside out. She couldn't bare the thought of losing Wednesday.

She had to find her.

As Enid edged further towards the school the captivating scent of Wednesday finally filled her senses and her insides turned giddy.

She made it to the school.

But as she got closer she noticed the shadowy stoic figure of Wednesday slumped against the creepy gates to Nevermore.

"Wednesday!" She yelped finally finding the motivation to run as she tried to reach her. Once stood over her she could hear her groaning

"Wednesday" she repeated the girl's name crouching beside her. Her eyes fluttered open at the mention of her name, her vision cloudy but instantly recognising the blonde blur infront of her.

"Enid" she said hoarsely and Enid would swear by it that a hint of a smile spread across the gloomy girls face. "Are you okay" she continued.

"Am I okay? are you crazy?!" Enid couldn't help but analyse Wednesday for any signs of potentially deadly wounds. She pushed open her blazer and ran her hands across her body, scolding the wolf inside her for finding enjoyment in it.

"Hey hey" Wednesday coughed out " Calm down" she instantly went into defense mode "And stop touching me, you know I can't stand human contact" she reminded her roommate lightly pushing her hands away with the little strength she had.

After hearing Wednesday's snide remark she recognised that yes she was hurt and in pain but still had enough fight left in her to make it, which caused her to smile once again.

"Well then it's a good thing I'm not human" Enid quirked an eyebrow rather proud of herself for such a quick comeback. She winked and Wednesday scrunched her eyebrows together now able to fully open her eyes and give a look of disapproval towards the werewolf.

"Can you stand?" She asked ignoring her glare.

"How can you stand?" Wednesday avoided the question, diverting her attention to her roommate once again. She was satisfied that she could show her concern without opening herself up to too many emotions at this point. But she watched Enid almost die for her.she saw the hide sink it's claws into the wolf just as it had done to her. She saw her get hurt and the pain she felt leaving Enid behind to fight was worse than the pain from the cuts that were currently ruining her clothing.

"Perks of being a Full Wolf" Enid smiled widely at the declaration

"Congratulations" Wednesday spoke in her usual expressionless voice.

"Thank You" Enid responded "Now stop deflecting and let me help you up" she enforced, lifting Wednesday's arms over her shoulder and pulling her up while she begrudgingly let her.

Wednesday unwillingly leant her head on Enid's shoulder for balance as they managed to stand but this caused Enid to freeze. She breathed in and squeezed the girls hand smiling down at her

"What are you doing?" Wednesday spoke but Enid didn't answer, trapped in a trance like state as her wolf repeatedly yelled in her head "MATE"

"Enid!" The wounded girl practically yelled at her "What are you doing let's go" she instructed, flinching due to her injuries.

"Sorry" Enid said lightly walking her to the school and shaking her deviant thoughts from her head.

"Ow!" Wednesday cursed after losing all the strength she had and stumbling over her own feet.

"Here" Enid took it upon herself to stop and manouvered to sweep Wednesday off her feet.

"Don't even think about it." She warned the blonde absolutely furious with the idea of being so weak and feeble that she needed to be carried.

"Wednesday" Enid said in her most intimidating voice which even she had to admit wasn't very well .. intimidating.

"Enid" Wednesday replied and the werewolf loved the way her name sounded coming from her even though she was currently being told off.

"Don't be so stubborn you can't walk" Enid spoke a matter of factly

"Yes I can" and what Enid did next shocked even Wednesday.

"Okay fine" she said letting go of the girl "walk". She stood raising her eyebrows, daring her roommate to move.

Wednesday groaned but she was not about to let Enid Sinclair be right over her and so she attempted it with ignorance but after 3 steps her legs gave out and she fell ...

Enid being perceptive and swift of her feet lunged forward and caught Wednesday easily snaking one arm around her waist and the other settled on the back of her head, holding her in place, slightly tilted. She looked down into Wednesday's wide and unforgiving eyes staring at her whilst they remained in the position of a dip as if they had just danced the Tango.

But Enid was absolutely captivated and when it became evident to Wednesday that she wasn't going to let go and she was genuinely concerned about her, her face then softened a touch.

They both stayed like this unable to describe the scrambled thoughts that flowed through both their minds. Enids breathing quickened and she began to panic. She was so pretty, so fragile, she'd never seen Wednesday in such a vulnerable light and on top off that she wasn't currently being murdered for what she was doing.

So why would she stop?

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

How about something soft, warm, cosy and fluffy where Jake takes care of Ronnie whilst she’s on her period, please? 🥲🖤

yeah anon yeah 🥲 i am in so much pain and i just want a space heater of a pilot man to hold me and bring me pizza

"Hey, Ronnie, I'm home!" Jake said as he stepped inside their small DC rental.

It was irregularly quiet. Usually when he got home, there was music and Ronnie singing loudly over the top and her barreling towards him at nearly full speed - socked feet sliding on the hardwood. It was the sight and sounds he looked forward to the moment he walked out the door in the morning to head to base. But now it was quiet. No music, no singing, and no Ronnie.

"Darlin'?" he called again as he walked further inside the house.

He found her in their bedroom. There was folded laundry all over the bed, the basket at the foot of it still half full. But Ronnie lay curled up in the only corner that wasn't already occupied. He could see the cord of the heating pad leading up to where she had her arms crossed over her middle.

He knew what that meant.

Jake smiled sympathetically as he crouched down on the floor beside her. She wasn't sleeping, recognizing his presence with a small smile and glassy brown eyes.

"I - M'sorry about the laundry. I'll get it done, I swear. I just...It hurt too much to move," Ronnie muttered as he placed a warm hand on her cheek.

"Don't worry about it, sweets. I got it." He smoothed her hair away from her face. "You taken anything?"

"Yeah. At one o'clock."

Jake did some quick math in his head. "Okay, so you can take another at five. You hungry?"

He watched her lip quiver as she nodded.

"You just relax. I'll order a pizza, get the laundry put away, and I'll hold you till food gets here. Sound good?"

"Yeah," Ronnie whispered.

Jake made quick work of calling their favorite pizza place they'd found the first week after moving and then getting the rest of the clothes folded and put away. After that, he changed out of his uniform and into some sweats and a t-shirt, before crawling into bed behind Ronnie. She whined softly as he removed the heating pad, but it quickly turned into a sigh when he put his large hand beneath her shirt and pressed into her lower belly. Ronnie instantly relaxed back into him, letting him envelop her in his natural warmth. Who needed a heating pad when Jake's hands were like magic?

"Thank you," she said as she burrowed back into him further.

"Of course, sweets. S'what I'm here for."

[ashbrat488]

State of Grace - Chapter 7

Grace watched Ransom drive, mumbling softly, "do you think Tyler is cheating on me?"

He groaned, clutching the steering wheel tightly. "I think you're drunk, and I think it's best we don't talk."

She scoffed, "so that's a yes. Because why wouldn't he? Because why would he want me?"

Ransom groaned again, shaking his head, "no. If he is, he's an idiot. And it has nothing to do with you. You're perfect Grace."

She only looked at him, not saying anything for a few minutes before turning on the radio. She heard him sigh as she fiddled with the knobs. She stopped on a Taylor Swift song and heard him groan, making her laugh.

"What is it with you and Taylor Swift?"

Grace shrugged, "but it's us." She watched him as she sung along, "We are alone, just you and me. Up in your room and our slates are clean. Just twin fire signs, four blue eyes." She leaned over, placing her hand on his thigh, seeing him smirk, "so you were never a saint. And I've loved in shades of wrong. We learn to live with the pain. Mosaic broken hearts." Grace sighed, looking out the passenger window. "You're my Achilles heel,” she mutters softly, just loud enough for him to hear.

He sighed, pulling into the parking lot of his apartment building. He got out, coming around to help her out of the car.

"See, you're still a child, living in an apartment. You have money for a house, why don't you buy a house."

"I don't want a house." He unlocked the door to his apartment, helping her inside. He walked her all the way to the bedroom, helping her remove her coat and shoes before making her lay down.

"Wait!" She watched him start to walk away before she moved over, "lay with me."

Ransom shook his head, "no. I'll sleep on the couch. Just go to sleep Grace."

"Ransom, please don't leave me alone."

He sighed, looking at the floor before turning back towards her. He could see she was about to cry again as she watched him, "okay." He got undressed to his underwear and a t-shirt before crawling into bed next to her. He felt her move to him, resting her head on his chest as he sighed, "Grace." She ran her hand up to his neck as he watched her before she pulled his lips to hers. He moved as he felt her tongue quickly finding his and rolled her to her back, pinning her under him. She ran her hands up under his shirt as he groaned. Ransom pushed her away, laying back on his back, "not like this Gracie. I'm sorry."

She moved away from him, her heart clenching tightly in her chest. "Am I not good enough?"

He groaned, "you know that isn't it. You're drunk and high, and I'm not doing it like this."

"You have sex with drunk women all the time."

Ransom sighed, "but those women aren't you Grace. Please, can we just sleep."

She rolled away from him, facing the wall. "Tyler won't touch me. You won't touch me."

He groaned, rolling towards her as he pulled her to him. He kissed her from her shoulder to her ear. "You know all I want is to touch you, Grace. To feel you. But I can't, not like this. I want you to be with me because you want to be with me, not because you're upset." He kissed her neck once more as he wrapped his arms around her firmly. "Tyler is an idiot. Now just sleep Gracie, please."

***

Grace groaned, bringing her hand to her head as she rolled over to see she was in Ransom's bed, alone. She sat up, remembering him bringing her home with him. She looked to see a water bottle and aspirin on the nightstand next to her. She smiled, taking the pills as she saw the note under the water bottle. She set the bottle down, picking up the note. She sighed as she opened it.

You were wrong. You're *my* Achilles heel. There's a spare key on the nightstand. Lock up when you leave. - HRD

She looked under where the note was to see the key. She stood up, grabbing the key, putting it and the note in her pocket. She called a car before she made his bed and going into his living room. She went to his desk to look for more manuscripts, seeing another note with her name on it.

Nice try I moved them ;) - HRD

She shook her head, chuckling as she slipped the note in her pocket with the other one. She found her coat folded neatly over the couch with her shoes on the floor next to it. She sighed, putting them on before leaving the apartment, locking up as she did.

***

Grace sighed as she pulled into her driveway after picking up her car from the bar. She entered the house seeing Tyler was waiting for her. "Hi."

He stood up from the couch, "hi? That's it? Where the fuck have you been?! Why haven't you answered your phone?"

She shrugged, pulling her phone out of her pocket to see it was dead. "I fell asleep at my desk at work and forgot to plug my phone in."

He approached her, backing her up against the wall as his face began to turn red with anger. “Were you sleeping with Ransom?!"

She groaned, "how many times do I have to tell you that Ransom and I are not having sex."

"How am I supposed to believe that when you don't come home?!"

She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "How many times have you not come home and claimed to have fallen asleep at work? Are you claiming that never happened? Feeling guilty Tyler?"

Tyler huffed, balling his hands into fists at his sides. "It isn't about me right now! Fuck!"

Grace didn't have time to react as he pulled his fist back, hitting a hole in the wall next to her head. "What the fuck Tyler!" She pushed him out of her way, running to the bedroom as she felt her heart about to beat out of her chest. She changed her clothes quickly, coming out to find Tyler sitting back on the couch. "Don't you have work?"

He stood up, nodding, "yeah. I'm sorry about the wall. I'm going back out of town for the week."

"What?!" She watched him ignore her as he left the house, leaving her standing alone in the living room, staring at the hole in the  wall.

Chapter 8

State of Grace

[ravagedarkness]

Spider-Man: Home Rebuilt, Chapter 15: Finishing The List (and Facing The Fallout)

While I waited, I did different things around the house. I showered, brushed my teeth, and the like. I cleaned up around the apartment. I made breakfast and ate. I washed dishes. I checked my bruises, which were already fading away – I figured they’d be gone by tonight and the pain in my back and ribs would be gone by tomorrow morning. All the while, I mentally prepared myself to not flake and to accept every bit of the consequences of my actions.

It’s the mature thing to do, right?

Unfortunately, I finished everything a bit early. By the time it was done, it was a few minutes past noon. I wanted to pass the time, but I was not in the mood to do anything but just wait. So, three o’clock approached at a snail’s pace.

Mercilessly, or perhaps mercifully, I heard a knock on the door. I checked the time.

Three o’clock on the dot.

With a sigh, I stood up and looked down at my clothes. I was dressed in a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. I was decent enough, I supposed. So, I walked up to the door and checked the peephole. There was Ned, there was Betty, and there was MJ.

Let’s get this over with, I thought to myself.

I unlocked the door and opened it. “Hey guys,” I greeted. I stepped aside. “Welcome to my humble abode.” I deadpanned that last part. They walked in and looked around. I closed the door then walked over to the fridge.

“Wow… quite the place you have here,” Betty remarked politely. I looked at her and gave her a slight glare. I knew she was just trying to be nice. She always made it a point not to be judgmental. However…

“I believe Craig would call that cap,” I deadpanned.

“Okay, since she won’t say it, I will,” MJ interjected. “Peter, this place is barely a step up from a prison and right on par with the cheapest of college dorms.”

Betty glared at MJ. “Michelle….”

“No, she’s right,” I interjected. “To be honest, I kind of hate this place.”

“Then why live here?” Ned said as he walked around the place a little bit.

“Well, the rent is cheap, the walls are thick enough where I don’t hear the neighbors most of the time, the people in this building tend to mind their own business, the A/C is surprisingly passable and I have yet to have a pest problem.” I opened the fridge and looked inside of it. “Anyway, y’all want anything to drink? I got water, a Red Bull, a Monster, a Rockstar, some Celsius, Bang, Reign…”

“Wow, quite the selection, loser,” MJ commented dryly. “Do you have any cocaine? I figured that’d be the next logical step.” Without missing a beat, I reached inside of the fridge, grabbed a can of Cocaine energy drink, pulled it out, and tossed it towards MJ. MJ caught it with one hand and looked down at the can. She then looked back at me with a narrow-eyed glare. “You’re not cute.”

“I’m adorable.”

She flipped me off with her freehand as she stuck her tongue out at me. I smirked in response. She cracked open the can and took a sip. She grimaced. “I’m reminded why I prefer tea.”

“How are you holding up?” Betty asked. “I heard things were rather rough for you last night.”

“Yeah, they were.” I reached in and grabbed a bottle of water. After I pulled it out, I closed the fridge. I looked at the three of them, who were looking back at me in concern. I sighed. It was time to stop beating around the bush. “Guys, please sit on the bed.”

They all looked at me funny, but slowly complied, taking a seat on my bed. I sighed before opened my bottle and took a long sip. After that, I closed the bottle back up and put it back in the fridge. I closed the fridge and walked over to my closet. I reached inside of it and grabbed by webshooters before I put them on. I took in a breath. I then bent my knees before I jumped up in the air. I cartwheeled in the air before I landed on the ceiling in all fours. As I crawled over to them, Betty looked like her jaw was going to go through the floor and her eyes were going to increase a thousand times in size. Ned and MJ, however, only looked mildly surprised. I shot a strand of webbing onto the ceiling before I lowered myself, hanging from the strand.

“You…” Betty began before she trailed off, still at a loss for words. “You… you…” She swallowed. “You’re Spider-Man?!”

“In the flesh,” I confirmed.

“So… you… all this time…?” Betty trailed off as she looked back and forth between MJ and Ned. “Why aren’t you guys as shocked as I am?”

“…We were about 75 percent sure he was Spider-Man,” MJ replied.

“We’re more surprised he came out and told us,” Ned added.

I tilted my head. “How’d you guys figure?” I inquired. I was curious.

“Well, you suck at hiding your bruises and your limping,” MJ began.

“Every single injury you get is consistent with the stuff Spider-Man went through,” Ned chimed in.

“There was that time when we tried to see American Idiot the first time and you said something was wrong right before the gunmen rushed in.”

“Also, right before you got shot, you had Kitty take me to the Subway station when I’m pretty sure she could have taken both of us.”

“Speaking of getting shot, you got shot in the exact same place Spider-Man got shot that day, according to the dash cam footage released by the NYPD.”

“And you yourself said you heal fast.”

“Also, you and Spider-Man sound exactly the same,” MJ concluded.

Betty was quiet for a few moments. She then looked down at the floor. “Am I stupid?” she asked out loud, though I was pretty sure she was asking herself more than she was asking anyone else in the room. “I’m stupid, aren’t I?”

“You’re not, Sweetie,” Ned assured her as he wrapped her left arm around before he placed a kiss on her temple. “We just have been around him longer than you have.” He then looked up at me. “I’m glad you finally told us.”

“I wish I could say the same thing,” I replied glumly. “Because this wasn’t the main thing I wanted to tell you.” I dropped from the ceiling, turned in the air, and landed on my feet. “You all might hate me for this.”

“So we were told by MJ,” Betty said. She looked up from the floor and at me. “What could be so major that you being Spider-Man would be the second biggest news today?”

I paused for a moment before I swallowed the lump in my throat. “…Um… Do you guys believe in magic?”

“Are you talking like wizardry, sorcery, and the like?” MJ inquired.

“…Yes.”

“I mean, considering what we’ve seen happen on this planet, I think it’d be pretty weird not to at least believe in the possibility of magic being real,” Betty pointed out.

“Plus I’m pretty sure my Lola knows magic,” Ned added.

I nodded a few times. “Okay, now that we have that established…”

I explained to them everything – every single last detail. I made sure to not skimp on anything. I didn’t exaggerate, I didn’t downplay. I wanted them to know all of the facts so they could judge for themselves. All throughout it all, they were quiet and unmoving in their expressions as they took it all in. As I talked it about it, I felt like someone took a hundred pounds of steel off my chest and replaced it with two hundred pounds of the same material. While I was happy to finally tell my friends the truth, I was more than afraid with how they would look at me now.

Once I was done, I waited for their reaction.

“…Dude,” Ned said.

“I know,” I replied. “I know, I know, I know, I know…”

“…Peter,” Betty whispered out. “Peter I…” She went quiet as she lowered her head into her hands.

MJ, however, didn’t do anything at first. I looked at her, waiting to see what she would say. She looked at me with that nigh-trademark glare of hers. I steeled myself, expecting to get yelled at, insulted, belittled… everything under the sun. And honestly, I deserved it. But I didn’t get that. Instead, she quietly stood up and gave me one last look before she walked out the door. I wished she did just yell at me for however long she wanted to, because seeing her walk out was painful. I wanted to stop her, I really did. But, something told me that it would have been a bad idea.

“…I’m going to keep her company,” Betty said as she stood up and walked towards the door.

“I’ll come with you,” Ned said as he stood up.

“No, you stay here. Peter needs a friend.” Betty looked straight at me with a look of sympathy in her eyes. “…I better see you at work tomorrow, okay? I may not be as observant as these two, but I will track you down if I have to, okay?”

“Okay,” I said quietly.

Betty offered me up a smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With that, she walked out of the door to find MJ. Once the door was closed, I walked up to it and locked it. I then turned around and leaned back against it. I looked at Ned and smiled.

“She’s quite the catch, dude,” I complimented.

“Thanks,” Ned replied. “She’s an angel.” He sat back down on the bed. “…Are you okay?”

At this, I scoffed. “Am I okay? I literally just dropped a Death Star sized bombshell on your lap, but you’re asking me if I’m okay?”

“Dude, I’m not the one whose love of his life just walked out of the room without saying a word.”

I took in a breath as I nodded. “Touché, Ned.” I walked over and sat next to him on the bed. “Touché.” I looked at him. “No, I’m not okay. Last night, I got my behind handed to me by Scorpion and saw Frictor get injured to the point that he had to be hospitalized in Harlem.” Ned’s eyes went wide as he opened his mouth, but I quickly continued. “It’s in a place unknown to the public, so the government can’t find him. Anyway, I’m pretty sure if Shadowcat and Cyclops didn’t show up, Frictor might’ve been dead or worse.”

“Cyclops?" Ned asked. “It’s that who that 1930’s mobster looking guy was?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed. “That’s Scott.”

“You don’t say.” Despite this, Ned couldn’t help but smirk. “Dude was badass last night.”

I was given pause. I then tilted my head in acknowledgment. “You’re right, he was.” I smiled briefly before I continued. “But, back on topic… I’m pretty sure I would have been a lot more okay if MJ just yelled at me for hours on end. But that…” I sighed. “That hurts. That hurts a lot. I feel like I screwed everything up.”

“…I mean, technically you did… but I don’t think it’s the worst thing in the world,” Ned offered.

“What do you mean?” I inquired. I was confused.

“Like… look. We both know that MJ is like… the most upfront when it comes to saying how she feels, right?”

“Right.”

“And so, if she didn’t say anything… she’s probably just trying to process it all. And… don’t get me wrong. She is definitely mad at you and she probably will yell at you once she has her feelings sorted out but… there’s still a huge chance that things aren’t over between you and her. If they were, she would have told you right there and then. But she didn’t so… I guess what I’m trying to say is… give her time.”

I took a moment to digest what he said. I then nodded slowly before I smiled slightly. “Thanks, Ned. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem, dude.”

I sighed before I looked forward at the door. “…Why aren’t you mad at me?”

“Oh, I am very mad at you,” Ned corrected with a humorless laugh. “You have no idea how weird it is to know that my best bud – the closest thing I’ve ever had to a brother and the missing piece of our power trio – had our memories wiped, and didn’t even tell us. It’s like… ever since you rejoined and reformed our trio and kinda made it into a quartet, I just… I felt like you were important to us somehow and I just felt like there were gaps in my memory and…” Ned paused took a deep breath. “What I’m saying is… I’m mad you didn’t tell us early on when you should have. And you were wrong for that… but… I at least feel a bit better that you didn’t do it because you grew tired of us, you know?”

“…I’m sorry Ned,” I said in an earnest quiet tone.

“Just don’t keep these secrets anymore, okay? I kinda need you to be open if I’m going to be your guy in the chair again.”

I stood up. “Excuse me?!” I exclaimed. “Ned I can’t – ”

“Yes you can,” Ned replied as he stood up. “Look, dude, I understand you don’t want me to be put in danger, but Justin Hammer is the reason why my best bud and one of my new friends almost ended up on a t-shirt. Fuck that guy!”

I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. I found the way he said that last part funny, but I also laughed because of the modicum of relief in my chest. Ned still had my back. So, as I laughed, I pulled him into a tight hug, just remembering not to hold him too tight. Much to my relief and joy, he returned the hug with the same intensity.

“Well, welcome back, dude,” I finally said after getting over my laughing fit.

“It feels good to be back… for the first time…” Ned trailed off. “Yeah, let’s go with that.”

We hung out for a little bit longer, with me mostly answering the questions he had for me about life pre-Spell. During that time, I almost forgot MJ walking out of the door.

Almost.

But when Ned left, telling me he’ll see me tomorrow as he does so, and I closed the door behind him, it all came rushing back to me. I shook my head and walked over to my bed before I sat down. A part of me was afraid that that was going to be the last time I saw her. If it was, I couldn’t blame her. Intentions never excuse anyone from consequences – that was what my aunt told me. Then again, maybe Ned was right and I just needed to give MJ time. I debated it in my head before deciding that the best thing I could do was just wait.

I decided I needed a nap – just enough so I can sleep this day off like a hangover.

Not that I ever been drunk before. Probably for the best.

I was about to lie down when my phone vibrated on my nightstand. I reached over and picked it up, looking at the screen.

Scott Summers.

I immediately answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Hey Peter,” Scott greeted. “Are you okay?”

“…I am, and I’m not.” I took in a breath. “I take it you heard about what happened today?”

“Yeah. Betty called me and told me everything. According to her, I’m the only adult that she knows for sure is in your life.”

I thought about it for a moment. I then rolled my eyes at the truth of that statement. “…She’s right.” I sighed. “Ned decided to be my guy in the chair again, and he and Betty are still my friends. But… MJ… I’m trying to give her time, but I’m afraid that she’ll never want anything to do with me again.”

“Hmmmm…” Scott went quiet for a bit. “Are you doing anything tonight?”

“I can’t say that I am, especially since you got me on the reserve list.”

“Are you hungry?”

I paused for a moment as I focused on my body for a bit. “…Starving, actually.”

“Well, I’m about to order some Thai food. If you want, I can have Kitty pick you up and we can talk over dinner. What do you say?”

It was such a hard choice to make. It was either go to dinner and have Scott and Kitty deal with my depressed self, or stay here in this lonely apartment that I barely even consider home and risk the temptation of banging my head against the wall until I knock myself unconscious.

“Okay. Just tell me when I need to be ready.”

Like I said – hard choice.

[skiller0dani]

Old Prison Blues | Spencer Reid

M A S T E R L I S T Criminal Minds Masterlist

smut | dom!spencer x bau!reader requests info w.c | 7.2k summary | when your husband Spencer gets released from Prison, he's much different then you remember.

I have it so bad for this man, enjoy! Also guys this piece made butterflies squirm in my belly lmao this one is so HOT it made me blush. Guys, it made me B L U S H. I need to go dunk myself in holy water to atone for this SIN. (just kidding lmao I'm agnostic).

you can see his bulge in this gif and I can't stop admiring looking at it.

When you were in college you'd been an undergraduate in Criminal Justice, so you were familiar with the effects Prison has on the psyche. In other words, you knew Spencer would come back different. No person could pass through Prison unscathed and frankly you'd be more concerned if he came back and nothing had changed at all. At home, he seemed to be relatively okay, and those 6 mandatory weeks of break had allowed him the rest he deserved. Nothing exciting had happened during those weeks, the only thing you did was curl up on the couch next to him and watch movies. You'd made up for all those weeks in Prison during the evenings when you would cling to him and cry out his name in ecstasy.

Spencer really did seem to be fine, until you returned to work. That's when you started to see all the ways Prison had hardened him.

At first, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. If you were someone who knew Spencer well then you knew that he wasn't a man who was confident in his looks. When you and Spencer first got married he was insecure, and would be discouraged when you hung out with other guys. You wouldn't say he was jealous because jealously in itself requires a certain amount of anger. But when Spencer saw you around other men he wasn't angry, he was sad. Absolutely convinced you were going to leave him any second, despite you telling him you married him because you love him. Deep down, he always thought somebody would steal you from him even though you consistently reminded him how much you love him. That's just the kind of guy Spencer is.

Or, was.

The darkness that brews in Prison, the violent hatred, the anger seems to have followed Spencer to freedom. It has made a home in his chest, and while you're not worried about Spencer flying off the deep end and shooting an innocent, the anger reveals itself in much more subtle ways. It's in the way he clenches his jaw when he can't figure something out, or the blanching of his knuckles as he grips the steering wheel with a crushing force, it's the agitation in his eyes when he watches Alvez's knuckles brush against your lower back for the 3rd time since you two had arrived at the office this morning. The anger has adapted to civilian life like Spencer has, it's learned. It's subtle. Unfortunately you know Spencer almost better then he knows himself, you can tell when something is bothering him.

You slide your hands over his shoulders, and much to your surprise you feel him tense.

"You okay?" You know it's a stupid question, but you have to ask.

"Yeah, fine." Spencer's tone is clipped, shoulders rigid, back straight. Something is definitely bothering him. You squeeze his shoulders and begin to work at the tightened muscles, slowly easing them to relax. The tension flows out of him as he relaxes back in his desk chair, the frustration ebbing away slightly when his eyes catch your wedding ring. The object that binds you to him.

"Don't shut me out." You whisper, a soft plea in your voice. Spencer's heart wretches when he hears the fear in your tone, and one of his hands comes up to catch yours. He presses a chaste kiss to one of your knuckles before swiveling around to face you. You always find a way to soothe the violent, raging beast inside of him. Spencer's hands find your hips as he turns his gaze up to look at you.

"You're right I'm sorry. Just tense today." He says softly, and while there is a little lie to his words, his statement remains mostly the truth. He just leaves out the part where he pictures enacting varying forms of violence on Luke Alvez. The man who keeps unnecessarily touching his wife. You lean down to press a kiss to his forehead, your head snapping up when Garcia calls from the conference room.

"Got a case folks, and it's an ugly one." Her nose scrunches up into a frown before she turns into the room. You pull away from Spencer, yanking him to his feet by his hand. Luke sends you a playful wink as he trots up the stairs, and while you don't necessarily react to it, it still puts Spencer on edge. Deep down Spencer always knew you were way out of his league, but that never became clearer then when you came to visit him in Prison.

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You were trembling as you lowered yourself into the chair. Dried tears were on your cheeks, and you haven't even seen Spencer yet. The last time you saw him was a few weeks prior after he first got back from Mexico. Seeing his wrists bound in those metal handcuffs had broken your heart in a way you never anticipated. You wrung your hands together, luckily when Penelope had made the visitation Chart she scheduled you as the first person to come see him. The plastic chair was uncomfortable, but what was worse was the plastic guard separating you from Spencer. The clock ticked loudly, it was clearly mocking you. Reminding you of the seconds you were losing with Spencer, reminding you of all the seconds he was spending in Prison.

When you hear the buzzer scream loudly, you nearly come out of your seat you're so excited to see him. You and Spencer got married back in 2005, and you've never been separated from him for longer then a week. It's been over a month now, and each day he's not with you leaves a bigger hole in your chest. You watch him follow the other prisoners out, and the handcuffs around his wrists breaks your heart. His eyes light up the second he sees you, he nearly shoves the other guy over to get to you faster. There are tears in your eyes as Spencer's wrists are released from the cuffs from the guard standing nearby.

"Hey baby." Spencer says softly as he takes his seat across from you. All you want is to reach across the stupid barrier and touch him, hold his hand, anything. But you know the guards will punish him if he does, but being this close to him without being able to hold him is absolutely killing you. You try to blink the tears out of your eyes so that Spencer won't see, but it's all too much. Seeing him in a jumpsuit, with cuff bruises around his wrists, having to sleep in the same building as murderers. The first tear falls and you immediately look away from him.

"Please don't cry." Spencer begs softly. "I'm okay, really."

You wipe your tears before you look back up at him, digging around in your bag for a gift from Henry. You smile when you see the happiness cross onto his face as you pull the piece of paper out.

"Henry drew this for you, it's from when you guys went to the park." You hold it up for him to see and you try to fight another onslaught of tears when you see his eyes misting.

"You know, when I get out of here we should have one." Spencer says it so casually, you almost miss it. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head as you carefully lower the drawing.

"You want to try for a baby?" You can't hide the smile, and you see Spencer's eyes shine for the first time since he's been in here.

"Yeah, I want to have a baby with you." You and Spencer had a brief conversation about kids a few years ago, and you knew Spencer wasn't ready for it back then. His Father ran out on him and Diana when Spencer was just a kid, it made Spencer insecure about the type of Father he would end up being. In Spencer's mind, a fatherless man would never make a good Father. But it seems he's changed his mind. You had no issues agreeing to wait before you had kids until he was ready, you always knew Spencer would be a fantastic Father.

Suddenly from Spencer's right you hear a low wolf whistle. The tenderness that was on Spencer's face is instantly wiped away. His expression tenses, his jaw clenching as he turns his gaze to a large burly looking man covered in tattoos. The man sitting across from him, the one who was visiting, looked similar. Both of the biker looking men were eyeing me hungrily, it made my skin crawl.

"Something I can help you with?" Spencer asks, his voice tense. The tension in the room grows tenfold, and you fight the instinct to try and scoot closer to Spencer. The Biker looks Spencer in the eyes, a taunting smile on his face.

"That your sister?"

"Wife." Spencer snaps instantly.

"Your wife?" The Biker says incrediously, Spencer raises a brow, daring him to continue. "There's no way a woman with an ass that tight would marry a man as scrawny as you."

You expected to see insecurity flash in Spencer's eyes, instead all you saw was rage. Unbridled, violent rage.

"Choose your next words carefully." Spencer's voice was low, and as sharp as the edge of a blade. You almost didn't recognize him. The Biker leaned forward, fueled only by the knowledge that he was getting under Spencer's skin.

"She as tight as she looks? If I wasn't locked up, I'd fuck her so good she wouldn't even remember what your little pecker feels like."

Spencer's jaw clenches, and his fists curl tightly. The Biker is about 2 words away from a broken nose.

"Baby just let it go." You plead, and normally you don't really use pet names in public but right now you needed to show him that you're his.

"I'll tell you what Klein, I'll fuck her for you and tell you how it felt." The other man says, the man visiting. Upon hearing the words come out of his mouth, Spencer is shoving up from the chair but almost instantly a guard is tightly gripping Spencer's shirt and shoving him back into the chair. Spencer is fuming, and there's nothing you can do to calm him down.

"If you so much as lay a finger on her, your friend here will be dead before you can have another visit." Spencer hisses, and the two large men chuckle.

Spencer instantly took you off the visitors list, and while that felt like a blow to your heart you understood why. You didn't want to stress him out by visiting him.

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So, yeah, Spencer knew you were out of his league and when Luke pulled your chair out for you at the table before he had the chance to, it made his blood boil. Why is Luke trying to take care of you? Doesn't he know that Spencer has been released from Prison? You don't need anybody else to take care of you, your husband is more than capable of doing it himself. When Spencer sat down in the chair next to you, he rested one hand on your thigh. You're only slightly surprised, normally Spencer isn't this 'handsy' in public, but in recent weeks he's been more assertive around other men.

"The body of 23 year old Cassandra Richardson was found 2 weeks ago in Lincoln, Nebraska. Her body was mutilated and showed signs of sexual assault. Yesterday another body, 20 year old Francesca Williams was found around the same warehouse district with similar wounds to the first victim." Penelope rushes the words out, almost as though saying them pains her. Various images show on the screen of the two victims, both bloodied and battered.

"Other than similar injuries, what makes the local police think it's the same unsub?" Luke asks, his eyes flickering towards you for the briefest second. While Spencer was locked away, Luke became a shoulder to cry on. Normally when you were upset and Spencer wasn't around, you'd talk to Derek. But since he's been gone you've felt more isolated then you normally do. Luke had found you crying one morning before you had taken off, and ever since he's had an "older brother" protection over you.

"A tattoo on both of the victims thighs, the words 'temerata virginem' which is Latin for 'desecrated virgin'." With the click of a button on her remote, Penelope pulls up a photo of the tattoos. The lines are shaky, although they stay mostly straight.

"It almost looks professional, except the lines aren't perfectly straight. A professional would make the line work perfect." JJ says, examining the photo closer in the folder each of you received. You turn your gaze to Spencer when you feel his hand leave your thigh to examine the photo closer. You could practically see the gears turning in that beautiful mind of his.

"It's possible an outside source is causing a tremble in the unsubs hands, if he is a professional tattoo artist." Spencer mumbles, almost to himself. Sometimes when he's in deep concentration, he nearly forgets other people are in the room with him.

"Could be drugs-" Luke starts but is sharply cut off.

"Actually it's more likely to be alcohol, withdraw from other drugs would be too severe to operate the tattoo machine." Spencer snaps, causing a few heads to turn and look at him. Maybe under other circumstances someone would say something to him, but since Spencer got released from Prison only a few weeks ago, nobody says anything. Luke's eyebrows furrow together as he shoots Spencer a confused look, one Spencer chooses to ignore as his hand returns to your thigh. Spencer knows he's acting like a jerk but he can't help it, Luke needs to know who you belong to. Spencer had everything taken from him in Prison, he won't let anyone take you from him too.

"We've been personally asked by the local police to assist, so wheels up in 30." Emily concludes, shooting one more look at Spencer before everybody rises.

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The tension on the jet is thick, you're absolutely sure everybody can feel it. Hardly anyone has interacted with Spencer, except to ask him a question about the case. You sit back against the couch, Luke sitting in one of the chairs at the table, and Spencer sitting on the arm of the chair next to you. In your hand was a nearly empty cup of coffee, and just as you move to refill, Luke rises with his own empty cup.

"Need a refill?" He asks, offering you a friendly smile.

"Yeah actually-"

"I got it." Spencer says abruptly, standing from where he was sitting. His eyes meet Luke's, silently challenging him. You try to be understanding, but you can't help but feel annoyed at Spencer. If he was acting like this to some random guy then that's one thing, but this is Luke. He's your friend, he's Spencer's friend. Luke, and the rest of the team, put everything on the line to free Spencer from Prison.

"It's cool man, I can do it-" Luke offers again, but Spencer isn't having it.

"I said I got it." Spencer reaches his hand out for your mug, which you instantly give to him. His eyes don't leave Luke's until he turns around and heads to the back of the jet to refill your coffee. Luke pauses for a few seconds, his eyes meeting yours and mirroring the same look of concern before he heads for the coffee pot as well. Luke isn't even upset by how Spencer is treating him, he- like everyone else, is worried about Spencer's psyche.

"What is going on with Spencer?" JJ whispers once she's sure Spencer is out of earshot. You shrug, your worried eyes landing on your husband. His posture is tense, almost defensive.

"Well can you blame him? In Prison, everything that's yours can and will be stolen by the other male inmates. Now that he's free, Spencer is being protective of his wife, someone that is his and can be taken by other men." Rossi says, always naturally a tad protective of Spencer.

"There isn't a man on this planet that would make me leave Spencer." You say defensively, although you know Rossi didn't mean anything by what he said.

"That might be obvious to you, but not to Spencer." JJ says, eyeing Spencer standing back near the coffee machine.

"Doing okay man?" Luke asks hesitantly as he moves to stand next to Spencer.

"Yep." Spencer says shortly, waiting for the pot to brew. Luke feels the tension rolling off Spencer in waves, and it's all being directed at him and he's not sure why.

"Look, if I've done something to upset you, just talk to me about it Reid." Luke's voice is gentle, understanding. Spencer's jaw clenches again as the pot finishes brewing and he refreshes your cup before reaching for the creamer.

"I'm fine Alvez. Really." Spencer says again, but Luke isn't willing to let this go yet.

"No Reid, you're not-"

"Stop flirting with my wife." Spencer's tone is firm, and the look in his eyes tells Luke just how on edge Spencer is.

"You got it." Luke agrees instantly, even though he was never flirting with you. But he knows that right now arguing with Spencer will only make things worse. Seemingly satisfied with Luke's answer, Spencer carries your cup back you, slinging an arm around you.

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Spencer twists his wedding ring around his ring finger, something he does when he's stressed out or tense. You're currently sat in the interrogation room with the male suspect, a tattoo artist attending AA meetings, the tattoo on the first victim was the shakiest because he had just quit drinking. The other, more recent, victims tattoo's were more steady. The longer he stayed sober, the more his trembling faded. In Spencer's other palm is your wedding ring, you fit the physical preference of this killer perfectly, but he only went after single women. Emily thought sending somebody in fitting his victimology would throw him off enough to say something incriminating. In order for the rouse to work, you needed to appear single- meaning the wedding ring had to come off. The thought didn't settle well in Spencer's gut.

"You have to relax." JJ said suddenly from Spencer's right. He nearly ignored her but his frayed nerves were beginning to eat at him.

"I can't. Do you see the way he's looking at her?" Spencer was pacing back and forth in front of the one way glass like a caged animal, unable to take his eyes off of the train wreck happening in front of him.

"She can handle herself Spence." JJ insists gently, almost using a motherly tone to talk to him.

"She's mine!" And suddenly the crux of the issue comes to light, and Spencer pinches the bridge of his nose, releasing a heavy breath. JJ thinks about her words carefully, trying to find something to say that will calm him at least a little.

"Yeah, and nothing is going to change that Spencer. You need to relax, and you have to trust her. You're not in Prison anymore, nobody is going to take her from you." JJ says, looking him in the eyes. Suddenly the sound of metal screeching across a concrete floor sounds from behind Spencer and when he turns around, his blood boils hot in his veins. The suspect, Alan Baker, has shoved out of his chair and has started towards you.

"Spencer-" JJ's voice is distant, and comes too late. Spencer isn't listening to her anymore when his fist curls around the door handle and he nearly rips it off its hinges.

"You need to step back." Spencer snaps, reaching for his gun as Alan Baker backs you into the corner of the interrogation room. You weren't ever truly afraid, you could have handled Alan. Slowly, Alan backs away from you and Spencer instantly reaches for you. He leads you out of the room with a gentle but firm hand on your back. Once you're out of the interrogation room you turn to Spencer.

"What the hell? I could have dealt with him!" You insist, frustration laced in your tone. At this point JJ silently slips out of the room, giving you and Spencer some much needed privacy. Spencer crosses his arms as he leans back against the one way mirror.

"You didn't need to, I did." Spencer huffs and you seriously resist the urge to throw something at him.

"What is your problem today? You could have compromised my entire interrogation, he's never going to tell me anything now!" You snap, anger pinching at your features.

"Good! Now you have no reason to talk to him again." Spencer snaps back, can't you see that he's just protecting what's his?

"Spencer we're trying to save somebody! You're being selfish!" You say to him angrily, trying your best not to start yelling at him. Spencer's selfish possessiveness over you could have just ruined your entire investigation.

"This is why the Bureau was hesitant to reinstate you. They were scared you wouldn't be able to control yourself." You snap at him, crossing your arms.

"Are you saying they made a mistake?" Spencer asks incrediously, suddenly becoming defensive.

"Maybe they did. Because you're acting like an asshole right now. You've been a jerk to Luke the entire day when he busted his ass to help get you out of Prison and back to me! Since when have you not trusted me during an interrogation? What did you think was going to happen? That I was going to let him touch me? I thought you trusted me." You cry out, tears filling your eyes now. Spencer didn't say anything as you turned for the door, anger still laced in his features.

"This has nothing to do with me not trusting you-"

"If you don't trust me, then maybe you should just hold onto my wedding ring for a while. I don't want it." You snap quietly, and you regret the words the second they leave your lips. No matter how mad he makes you, you'd never leave Spencer. You watch Spencer's expression shift from anger to...hurt. He watches silently as you slam the door behind you. Prison has turned him into somebody he isn't, and Spencer doesn't know how to turn off this part of his brain. The part telling him that you belong to him, and that he needs to protect what's his.

Rossi catches the sight of your tear stained cheeks as you move back towards the kitchen in the precinct. You wipe your tears as he comes to stand beside you, and the look on his face tells you that he overheard your fight with Spencer. Rossi bumps you with his elbow gently, a small smile on his face.

"You don't look okay." He says softly and you let out a self-depreciating laugh.

"I'm not. I don't know how to help Spencer, he doesn't trust me." You say sadly, your heart breaking in your chest.

"It's not you he doesn't trust, it's other men." Rossi clarifies, although it does little to ease the pain. You reach up to brush your hair behind your ear when Rossi catches your hand, examining your ring finger.

"Where's your wedding ring?"

"Told Spencer I didn't want it." The words are laced with heavy regret, and when you remember the look on his face when you said it you almost start to cry again. Rossi wraps an arm around you, and you lean your head on his shoulder.

"Deep down, he knows you didn't mean it." He tries to reassure you.

"That's the problem, he probably thinks I meant it."

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Normally it only takes you and Spencer a few hours to smooth things over after a fight. But this time, it's been nearly 3 hours and you haven't spoken a word to each other. You're both working on searching through Alan Baker's financial records without speaking at all. Neither of you have said anything, and Spencer still has your wedding ring. You desperately want it back, but you don't know how to start that conversation. You're angry about how he's been treating everybody, and you feel like asking for your ring is accepting defeat. You're not ready to accept defeat. When Emily comes into the room, her eyes settle on the two of you.

"Okay, what's going on with you guys?" Her arms are crossed.

"Nothing." The word comes from both yours and Spencer's mouths at the same time, and you say it far too quickly. Emily raises one brow at the two of you before closing the door behind her.

"Alright I'm going to have to be a boss now. We are not going to lock this guy away if the two of you are fighting. We need everybody on their A-game. Fix it. Now, and I mean right now." She says, leaving the room but closing the door behind her. There's a suffocating silence that fills the room, both you and Spencer too stubborn to speak first. But you can't take it, you hate it when he's mad at you. You hate it when you guys fight, which isn't often but it does happen occasionally.

"I didn't mean it." You whisper, leaning on the table, facing away from him. Spencer doesn't say anything but you know he's listening.

"I didn't mean it Spencer, I want my ring." He'd be lying if he said he wasn't relieved to hear you say that, his entire world crashed down around him the second you told him to keep the ring. The irrational part of his brain told him you were going to divorce him.

"Can I please have it back?" You ask, barely turning your head to look at him. With a huff Spencer pushes away from the table to move in front of you. His eyes are focused on your hand, he has yet to look at you. Spencer fishes around in his pocket before he finds your ring and gently slides it onto your ring finger.

"You have to stop glaring at any man that gets to close to me, especially Luke." You tell him, but he continues to look away from you. Spencer pushes past you to stand near the windows, his back facing you. The thing about Spencer is that he's stubborn, really stubborn. You take a few steps towards him, nibbling on your lower lip.

"I love you Spencer, I'm sorry. I was an ass, but you acted like an ass too." You tell him, but Spencer only turns his head further away from you. You move to stand in front of him, but his eyes turn to the ground and his arms are crossed tightly. Seriously?

"Please talk to me Spencer, tell me what's going on." You can see the frustration laced in his features, there's something on the tip of his tongue that he needs to say.

"Spencer."

"After you left from your visit, do you know why I didn't let you come back?" Spencer snaps, his hands finding your shoulders to yank your body against his. Your chest collides with his and suddenly you feel a dampness building between your legs. You instantly turn to putty in his hands.

"I didn't let you come back because that asshole told everybody about you. Told everybody what a tight little body you have. Soon the entire cell block was fantasizing about my 'sexy wife'. Do you have any idea what it's like to listen to men constantly talk about fucking your wife?" Spencer's voice is tense, but you can see it. The lust building behind his eyes, the frustration, and the fear of losing you simmering underneath it all.

"N-No." Your voice is breathy, and your eyes are lidded as Spencer's hands slide up your arms to your shoulders.

"It's fucking hell Y/N. Every time I see any man look at you I want to rip his eyes out, and I can't turn it off. I've tried, and the way that Alvez looks at you- it drives me fucking crazy." Spencer snaps, the anger building by the second. Your entire body begins to hum with an intense need, and Spencer can see it in your eyes. Spencer releases you then and he turns for the door, at first you're afraid he's going to leave but instead he locks the door. Luckily it's late, so the police station is more deserted then it is during the day. Turning back to you, Spencer reaches for the blinds next and you can't help but follow his every movement with your eyes.

"Get on your knees." Spencer says suddenly, and you freeze in shock. Did he just say...?

"Get. On. Your. Knees." Spencer says again through clenched teeth, leaning back against the table, heat simmering in his eyes. His hands grip the edge of the table and you feel a throb from between your legs. Quickly you scramble onto your knees in front of him, your hands reaching up to undo his belt. Once the belt is unfastened, you're quickly unbuttoning his dress slacks, your eagerness making your hands a bit clumsy. Spencer has never been this dominant during sex, but you have no complaints. He has your knees weak and he hasn't even touched you. You quickly dip your hand into his boxers to pull his hardening cock out. As soon as his cock is freed, your lips are wrapping around the head. Spencer's head tosses back in ecstasy.

"Your lips look so pretty stretched around my cock. Those bastards could only imagine having you on your knees for them." Spencer snaps, his hand weaving into the hair at the back of your head. You moan softly around him at his crude words, slowly sliding down his cock. Spencer groans when he feels your tongue laving the underside of his cock, along the vein that runs from base to tip. Apparently feeling impatient, Spencer pushes your head further down his cock. He feels his tip right at the entrance of your throat, and with one gentle thrust he breaches your throat and his cock slides all the way into your mouth.

"Fuck," Spencer hisses, and Spencer does not curse often. So the fact that you have been able to draw curses from his mouth is nothing short of a miracle. Spencer's chest heaves slightly as you gag lightly around him, drawing another deep groan from his chest. You feel nearly desperate to please him, you need to make him cum. You want him to fucking pound you, you want him to use your body for his pleasure. You want him to release all of his frustration out on you, you want to be sore when he's done.

"You're mine. This is my body to touch and admire, my tight pussy to stretch open, mine." Spencer growls, thrusting gently to meet your hasty movements. You whimper around his cock, gagging slightly again as spit dribbles down your chin. Your eyes are wide and watery as you look up at him, and the sight of you nearly causes him to blow his load. You just look so fucking beautiful on your knees in front of him, drool on your chin and your mouth full of cock. It's a sight he will never forget. You move your head faster, keeping your eyes locked on his. Spencer squeezes the edge of the table, his head tossing back when his orgasm hits him. You feel his cum shooting in spurts to the back of your throat and you swallow every drop. Once you pull off him, Spencer is grabbing your elbows to pull you to stand.

Spencer's hands are reaching for the button of your dress slacks as his mouth presses messily to yours. Spencer's tongue pushes into your mouth, his hands pushing your pants down and you kick them off. Instantly, Spencer's fingers are sliding into your panties and through your slick folds. You whine loudly against his mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as his palm roughly cradles the back of your head.

"Need to make sure you know who you belong to." Spencer snaps as he pulls away from you, quickly pushing two long fingers into your dripping hole. You cry out before Spencer is slapping a hand over your mouth, your back pressed against the wall. Spencer's slender frame is leaning against you, effectively trapping you against the wall and his body. Your eyes are rolling when Spencer's finger crook inside of you while roughly thrusting into you.

"Gotta be quiet, wouldn't want Luke to catch us now would we?" Spencer breathes in the shell of your ear, sending goosebumps spreading over your skin. You are completely at Spencer's mercy and you wouldn't have it any other way. The pleasure shooting through you goes rocketing up your spine when Spencer scissors his fingers inside of you. You're mumbling incoherently against his palm, desperate pleas not to stop, to please let you cum. Your entire body is flushed, and you feel sweat on your skin like a sheen layer over you. Spencer feels you begin to squeeze around his fingers and he replaces his palm with his mouth, swallowing all of your moans and desperate cries.

Your back is arching as your high approaches, and you climb higher and higher to meet it. Spencer never lets up, his fingers steadily pumping into you and his lips muffling all of your cries of pleasure. The sounds you make are music to his ears, they tell him that you will always be his, no matter what childish fears he has. Your hands come up to unbutton the buttons on Spencer's dress shirt, you need to feel more of him. Before you can finish undressing your husband, his fingers nudge your cervix and you instantly clamp around his fingers, your body convulsing.

"You look so beautiful when you cum." Spencer praises, his cock rock hard again. He needs to be inside of you as soon as humanely possible. Spencer pulls away from you to grasp the base of his cock, no need to bother with protection. The two of you already agreed that you want to try for a baby anyway.

"Please baby, please get inside me. How could you think I'd ever leave you? I love you, and nobody could make me cum like you can." You moan desperately, turning to bend over the table. Spencer's hand runs up your spine, enjoying the way you wriggle your hips in search of his cock. There are butterflies squirming in your stomach as you spread your legs apart wider for him, but he still doesn't bring his cock closer to you.

"Oh c'mon Spence don't do this please. Baby, fuck me." You plead, nearly sobbing as you shamlessly beg. He presses his tip against your soaked entrance and you whine. You hear fabric rustling around and you turn your head just in time to see him pull his tie from around his neck.

"I needed to hear you beg for me, and this is to keep you quiet. As much as I love the sounds you make when I'm inside you, I can't let anyone else hear you." Spencer says, his voice low and rumbling from his chest. You open your mouth to let him tie the silk fabric in your mouth. You try to whimper but you gag around the tie in your mouth, and you see a pleased smile cross onto Spencer's face. Your fingers grasp at the edge of the table as you impatiently wait for Spencer to push into you. You feel his glorious cock nestled at your entrance, the tip barely nudging in. You feel another wave of slick gush out of you and Spencer is running his tip through your already drenched folds. Such a tease.

You whine softly, trying to push back against him. Spencer chuckles darkly before his hands grasp your hips to hold you steady. With one firm thrust, Spencer is breaching your folds and sliding deep inside you. You feel heat searing through you, your head dropping to the table as you whimper through the burn. The stretch burns more then you anticipated, and you hear Spencer groaning softly, which sends another wave of liquid heat rushing through you.

"God you feel so good baby, you take my cock so fucking well." Spencer praises, gently pulling out to slowly thrust back in. His eyes are locked on the place where you two connect, watching with hooded eyes as his cock disappears inside you.

"I wish you could see this baby, I love watching you take my cock." He praises through a soft moan, and you drink up every sound he makes. Spencer needed this so bad and you love the fact that you can give him a type of relief nobody else on the planet can give him. Spencer steadily thrusts into you when you both hear footsteps slowly passing outside the room. You expect Spencer to stop, to pull out of you and start redressing but he doesn't. He slows his pace considerably, but he still slowly thrusts into you.

"Shh, I would hate for whoever that is to see my cock buried in your pretty pussy." Spencer whispers as he leans forward to whisper in your ear. You struggle to contain the whimpers, but somehow you remain completely silent as Spencer gently thrusts into you. Once whoever it is passes by, Spencer resumes his quicker thrusts. His pelvis hits your ass with enough force to send you lurching across the table and your fingers scramble to find purchase against the smooth surface.

"This is my pussy, you're my wife, you're mine. Not Luke's, not that dick from the Prison. Mine." Spencer says, punctuating the words with a sharp thrust into you. You wished you could answer him, that you could cry to the heavens that you belong to Spencer Reid- that you never want to belong to anybody else. You settle for squeezing his cock whenever it returns to your velvety warmth, chanting the same word in your head over and over.

Yours yours yours yours yours.

Your forehead presses against the table, muffled and strangled cries escaping your lips every time Spencer hits deep inside you. His cock stretches you perfectly, and always hits places deep inside you. Places you didn't know existed. Soon you feel your orgasm creeping up on you, and you feel lightheaded so you reach up to yank the tie away from your mouth.

"Please make me cum Spence, I'm so close baby please don't stop." You beg, muffling your moans with your palm as he drives his cock into you. You feel sweat covering your entire body and Spencer holds your hips with a bruising force. You feel that coil winding tighter and tighter, and you release a high pitched whine when Spencer's hand snakes around your body to thumb your clit.

"Oh Spencer your cock feels so good, soo good baby. Always feels so good, fuck baby I love you," You're not sure what you're saying at this point, an incoherent mess of praises for the man above you. Spencer loves when he reduces you to this, speaking in a jumble of words and disconnected statements because you can't think with his cock inside you.

"I, shit, I love you-" Spencer gasps, slamming his cock inside you and rolling your clit before you're squeezing around him tightly, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. You cum in hot gushes around him and Spencer can only offer a few more stuttering thrusts before he's cumming with a loud growl, coating your walls in his hot cum. Spencer keeps his cock inside you, ensuring his cum stays inside you. He wants to get you pregnant. His palms gently hold your hips, and all the frustration he's felt all day has completely disappeared. His chest is heaving from the exertion but he feels more relaxed then he has all day. There's a smile on your face and your eyes are closed as your legs finally give out and you collapse against the table.

"You okay?" You hear Spencer's voice, and you can't help but smile when you hear that he's panting slightly. You hum with a smile on your face.

"I'm amazing." You mumble back, feeling Spencer begin to gently massage your back. You love enjoying the afterglow with him, even if you're laying on a table. Slowly Spencer pulls out, but he groans softly when he sees his cum inside your pussy. He reaches to the floor to pull your panties and dress slacks back up your legs and he quickly tucks himself back into his pants. He buttons the 4 buttons you managed to open on his shirt before he's gently pulling you to stand.

"You sure you're alright?" Spencer asks, concern in his eyes. You nod with a smile, but when he releases his hold on your shoulders, you feel your legs tremble and give out underneath you. Spencer immediately catches you and sets you down on the table. You laugh softly.

"Guess you fucked me good."

"Sorry." Spencer says sheepishly, but you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Don't be, that had to have been the best sex we've had in a long time." You mumble against his lips and Spencer hums in agreement. Reaching for his tie, Spencer shoves it in his pocket before he pokes his head out of the room you guys just defiled.

"Spencer, I'm so sorry about what I said. I love you so much, I didn't mean what I said about my ring-" You blubber suddenly, drawing Spencer's attention to you. He cradles your head against his chest, pressing kisses to your forehead.

"I know baby, it's okay. I love you." Spencer answers quietly, holding you to him tightly.

"I'm sorry I was a jerk today. I'm just so protective of you. I can't let anything steal you from me." Spencer admits softly and you cup his cheeks to make him look at you. There is a sadness in his eyes that you want to obliterate, you can't stand it when he's sad. It breaks your heart.

"Nothing could steal me from you. I only want you Spencer." You say quietly and you see tears misting his eyes. He presses his lips desperately against yours, and you feel tears cascading down yours and his cheeks. The kiss is wet, but it's passionate and you throw every ounce of love you have for this man into it. When you and Spencer part, your foreheads are pressed together.

"Hey Spence? How am I gonna get to the hotel. I can't walk." You say softly with a giggle and Spencer smiles mischievously.

"I guess I'll have to carry you." He scoops you bridal style into his arms then and you blush deeply when he carries you out of the room and towards the front entrance.

"Spencer! Everybody is going to know!" You whisper into his ear and he chuckles.

"Good."

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Ushijima Wakatoshi x fem!reader 🔞

tags: kink size, manhandle, teasing, i'm just so drunk of how big ushijima is– timeskip character ofc.

i'm very new on tumblr(?) and still trying to figure it out how things work here, so please don't mind me

If ogling one individual would rain money on her, she'd be snatching the number one position of the richest person in the whole world. It doesn't really had a start, she is just like that and something that happened earlier just push her amorous behaviour towards the man.

She crawls and switches her position on the bed then rolls to her front. Erasing spaces to watch him closer. Now he is adjusting a piece of t-shirt on his top. Oh, how his muscles flex. His shoulders tighten and easing up when his one arm finally slips in the shirt. She dreamily tilts her head when the hem of clothes fall to his back covering the skin at final. She makes sure her eyes captured the best view of his lower back, the pit where his spine runs down and disappear in to the sweatpants.

He is oblivious about her manner. But slightly, and lately he has notice one and two things.

The man turns around with one hand rests onto his hip, immediately meeting her grinning face. Her two legs swing up and down, tangled on her ankles as she keeps her smile up while he keeps staring at her with his thick eyebrow twitches.

"Well, are you just the most handsome man I've ever laid my eyes on." She says.

"Keep on staring at me like that and you'd drown." Ushijima throws back, a small smile pulled on his face.

"I'd very much love to be drowning in a pool of your existence."

"Yeah? That's how you like it?" His words linger all along her body with such a low tone like that and flicking all her nerves awake. Ushijima walks to the other side of bed and the next thing she realizes that his hands are gripping on her plush of waist, flipping her around with zero struggle.

Ushijima is one a massive man, tall, wide, broad with all his glory hovering on her, pulling her by the hip to adjust their eyes on the same level and the little gasps she leaves, brings a spark of satisfaction in his chest. He loves those sounds she makes.

His bigger knees are trapping both of her legs to be kept in place, forearms rested to each side just near her head, she's totally drowned. Crushed by his weight. The air feels warm and smell just like him. What you smell is what inside your body. And all she smells, the only scent running into her nose is all Ushijima, the freshness of his shampoo, soap, and everything that stuck on his clothes that just feels so right.

"Now drown." Ushijima attacks the free space of your neck with small kisses, pecks, smooches, and silly tiny kisses which has a vibration of his laugh in it in every move. Tickling her, making her put on struggle to wriggle out of his hold.

But he feels so big. So suffocatingly good to be pressed by his body. To compare of how small she is, Ushijima's size is a perfection to handle her around.

"Haahh– stop it–!" Her laughs being thrown in the back, gasping and whining are all he can hear now which is the result of his action of tickling her is going further away to her shoulder now.

"Why are you moaning?"

"I'm not! You're tickling me so much I got tired of laughing!"

"Yes you are. You're moaning." With his final words his lips now latching on her jaw, slowly and very much softly. When Ushijima put his tongue on the movement, her thighs clench at the sudden feel of wetness and warmth. Running down and down to crook of her neck, his breathy groan is what brings her to finally lost her mind. He is not a very all-talk person, but the man is sure loud enough to get his pleasure known through voicing it out.

"Wakatoshi..."

"Do you want more?" He pulls away, perfectly capturing the red on her face, heat coloring her skin with her chest pumping air along with his own broad chest collecting air inside.

The large and calloused of his hands seductively leave such an impression on every inch of her skin, bringing her arms above her head with each of them being held tight, fingers romantically kissing each other's pads and tangled as Ushijima smiling down to her, rising one brow for her on hold answer. She would scream a moan loudly over his small action of holding her immobile and that damn smile, would make her do shameful things for him.

"Please..."

"Please what? 'please use me'? Be clear with me, sweetheart." Ushijima comes down to her ear, taunting, kissing, and breathing on to her earlobe, got her screaming inside into the abyss of lust waiting for him. His hair brushes to her cheek, she leans to it trying to feel more oh him. Ushijima presses his body more against her, precisely his hips bumping to hers, she can feel him rock hard down there.

"Want you, I want you so bad. Please stop teasing..."

"How cute." The words slip and more like he is talking to himself, admiring how she is adorable when begging, underneath him writhing to be used, that's just making Ushijima swell of proud.

"But about that..." He hangs his words, face becomes stoic when the view he sees as he is pulling away is her figure being messed up with only just small begin of teases. He is not even in the middle of his game tonight. Ushijima smirks to himself of the opportunity.

"About teasing you," his knees spread, giving her legs some space to breath but the sudden tight grip and force of his hands on her hips make her jump, he is flipping her around, pulling her bottom out in the air, teasing over the slit covered still with panties and wet spots in the middle, one of his knees force its way in the middle of her legs, spreading her wide with one move, "how can I stop when all I do, teasing you, is making you wet like this?" She whines, spasming over emptiness.

"I'll handle you. So just stay cute like this and take all of it, okay, little one?"

[earlgreydream]

quiet.

| bucky x reader | fluff |

being saved by the winter soldier

“It’s just in here. I have a dog, her name is Lucy. She’s a little big, but she is very gentle. You don’t need to be afraid of her,” Bucky explained as you followed him up the stairs to his apartment.

You gave a slight nod and his lips turned up. He walked to a red door and put the key in, turning it as the lock clicked.

You’d been saved from a Hydra testing facility that the avengers infiltrated a few weeks ago. Bucky had found you, barely alive, deep in a lab. You’d been chained to an exam table, bruised and hollow.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now. I’m going to get you out of here.” Bucky had promised.

You had been taken to Banner’s lab to recover, Bucky staying with you the entire time. It was like a private hospital, and Banner and his staff took incredible care of you. They’d promised Bucky you were in safe hands, but he didn’t want to leave you.

Even when he got up to grab something, he’d see the fear spark through your eyes as you weakly reached out to him.

You didn’t answer any of the million questions you were suffocated with, opting to silently look away from the doctors and agents. The only thing Bucky had been able to coax out of you was your name, one late night when you couldn’t fall asleep.

“Do you like books? I can read to you.”

Bucky did his best to keep you entertained, and he’d already manage to read you several books from the harry potter series. Peter Parker had insisted everyone in your generation liked them, and he’d considered them a safe bet.

Bucky read you the stories of magic and boarding school and friendship, staying by your bedside and entertaining you. After you finished each book, he convinced Banner to let you use the lab screens to watch the films.

Once you were finally recovered enough to be stable, Bucky had convinced them to let you come stay with him at his apartment in Brooklyn. Stark Tower was cold, huge, and noisy. He thought it would be much better for your recovery to be in a calmer and more cozy environment.

Bucky unlocked the door to his apartment, letting you inside first. You tensed a bit as the large golden retriever waddled up to you.

“It’s alright. Lucy, this is Y/N. She’s our new friends that’s going to be staying here. You gotta protect her too, she’s a little nervous,” Bucky spoke to his dog as if she were a human, amusing you a bit.

Lucy sniffed your hands, and you giggled softly when she licked your fingers.

Bucky had never heard you laugh, and it made his heart soften. The quiet sound was so sweet, and he wanted to be the source of your laughter, and hear it for the rest of his life. 

He gave you a short tour of his home, a small apartment in Brooklyn. It was  cozy and intimate, the warmth a stark contrast to the cold metallics of Banner’s lab where you had spent the last two weeks. 

You followed him to the second bedroom, the walls painted a pale lavender. Bucky set down your bag of clothes and personal items that Nat had provided you with Stark’s credit card. 

“I didn’t know what color you liked, but Wanda said that this color was a safe bet,” he said apologetically, and you nodded, the corners of your lips turning up slightly.

You were slightly nervous when Bucky left you to unpack and settle, but you smiled as Lucy hopped on top of the white duvet cover. You peeked your head out of the door, looking into the living room when you heard music. Bucky laid a vinyl record on the player in the corner, old music floating through the small apartment. 

“I was going to make dinner. Are you up for eating?” 

You nodded, and he lightly touched your hip as he walked by, to the open kitchen. You slipped the clothes into the closet and the drawers, setting the phone and laptop on the little desk in the room before going to join Bucky in the main part of his home. You wrapped in the cashmere blanket that was on the end of the bed, comforted by being swaddled in the soft fabric.

“I got that for you, I thought you’d like it,” Bucky smiled at you, nodding at the blanket. You sat up at the island, across from where he was slicing vegetables. You smiled back at him, and he leaned forward and held out a piece of red pepper to you. 

Your smaller fingers took it from his metal hand, biting into the sweet vegetable he gave you. 

“I thought we could watch the Deathly Hallows tonight, it’s the last one we have left.”

You agreed and ate as much of the salad he made as you could. Before Bucky could get up, you grabbed his bowl and slipped away from the island, doing the dishes for the two of you. Bucky laughed as you spun around with the music, and you reached out your hands, inviting him to dance with you. 

His arm went around your waist, and your fingers slipped in his. His chin rested on top of your head, and you felt his heartbeat thrum against your cheek as you slowly swayed to the music. He quietly sang along to the song from a 40′s artist, a peace settling over the two of you. 

The music stopped as the needle slipped to the middle of the record, and Bucky’s arm tightened around your waist. You hugged him, feeling safe and secure in his arms.

You reached into a bowl and grabbed a piece of chocolate before following him to the couch, where he was turning on your movie. You curled up on the end of the couch, draping your blanket over you. You watched the movie, Bucky’s hand resting on your ankle, his fingertips occasionally moving over your skin. 

His careful touch was welcomed, soothing your remaining nerves from being in the new environment. You jumped when the snake in the movie lunged forward, a soft gasp escaping your lips. 

“Oh, no, it’s alright, doll,” Bucky gently squeezed your ankle. You sat up and moved to lean against his side. He draped his arm over your body, keeping you safe from the magical snake in the movie. 

You dreaded going to bed, and Bucky could sense your nerves. Since you’d been rescued from Hydra, Bucky had slept a few feet from you, holding your hand. 

“Goodnight, Y/N. I’m just in the next room if you need.”

You twisted your hair between your fingers, patting Lucy’s head before crawling into bed. 

After hours of lying awake, your body finally succumbed to exhaustion. Dreams twisted into nightmares, making your heart seize and trapping the oxygen in your lungs. A cold sweat broke out all over your body, and you shot up, gasping for breath as memories of Hydra’s experiments and torture flashed through your mind.

You rubbed your eyes and held your blanket to your chest, trying to fight off the nightmares. The shadows in the corners seemed to move and grab at you like claws, the terror bubbling higher in your throat. You knew you were safe in Bucky’s apartment, but your heart couldn’t quite catch up with your mind. 

Finally, you gave up trying to calm yourself down and you threw yourself out of the bed, running quietly into Bucky’s room. 

“Bucky... Bucky, wake up, please!” you desperately gasped out, hot tears rolling down your face. 

“Y/N, I’m here, it’s okay.” He sat up and moved over on the mattress, making room.

Your voice immediately snapped him out of his sleepy daze, so unused to hearing you speak. 

“I’m sorry,” you hiccuped, and he shook his head, snuggling your body against his under the blankets.You buried your face in his chest, letting him wrap you tightly in his arms. His dog tags were cold against your skin, tears soaking through his thin t-shirt.

“No, it’s okay. Go back to sleep, doll. I promise I’m going to keep you safe.”

Metal fingers combed through your hair as his other hand rubbed your shaking back. Bucky kissed the top of your head, soothing you back to sleep. He understood your fear, only recently freed from Hydra’s nightmares himself. Having you sleeping beside him comforted him as much as you, and he didn’t mind you crawling under his covers at two am. 

Your eyes slowly adjusted to the soft light pouring through white curtains. Bucky was lying next to you, and Lucy was curled up at your feet on the end of the mattress. You were halfway on top of him, your head on his chest and one leg draped between his. His metal arm was around your waist, resting just under the hem of your shirt, tracing small shapes on your skin.

Your head felt heavy from crying the night before, and your arms were weak as you tried to push yourself to sit up. 

“You okay?”

“Fine enough,” you whispered, Lucy’s ears perking up. 

Steel eyes searched your face, and his fingers slid to the small of your back as you sat up over him.

“I love hearing your voice,” Bucky smiled up at you, and you bit your lower lip as you smiled back.

You started giggling as Lucy licked your face, and before Bucky could gently push her off of you, you wrapped your arms around the dog and kissed the side of her furry head. Bucky sat up and pet Lucy before gently cupping your jaw. You looked at him, blushing as he briefly kissed you. 

He pulled back and gauged your reaction, anxiety sweeping over him when your eyes widened.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I just-”

You leaned forward and kissed him back, your arms wrapping around his neck as you shifted onto his lap. Passion poured through the two of you, and he held you tightly as your lips moved together.

“Don’t be sorry, kiss me again,” you whispered against his lips. He grinned before fulfilling your request, giving you exactly what you wanted. 

[finelinevogue]

Can you do a concept where harry has a girlfriend who loves to read and she would always tells him about everything she reads and he would listen to her paitently and sometimes ask her to read to him just to hear her talk

yes of course! i'm a hoe for reading and books so this is my dream sort of situation! i'm making up a book by the way. here we go;

You had just finished your most recent chapter when Harry walked into the room.

He was back off tour for a while and he had decided to come home, because unfortunately someone in his crew had tested positive for covid. Harry hadn't been near this person and he was not going to be able to spend 10 days without you next to him, so he came straight home to you after doing lateral flow tests and PCR ones.

“Got the strawb—”

“Sshh!” You shushed Harry as he walked into the room with a plateful of chocolate coated strawberries, per your request, “Noah’s about to kiss Lily!” You squealed, giving your boyfriend once quick glance, before burying your nose back into your book.

You were reading a book recommended to you by thousands of Harry’s fans on Twitter, since they’d found your twitter account dedicated to reading and reviewing books. You would join BookTok, but you and Harry both agreed that TikTok hadn’t been good for your mental health and so had deleted within 3 weeks of downloading it. Harry’s fans were now a huge part of your twitter following and you trusted them with the book recommendations, seeing as you hadn’t read one you’d hated yet.

The current one you were reading was a childhood-best friends, to enemies, to lovers and you were so happy about that because it was in your top-5-favourite-book-tropes. Yes, you had a list - it’s actually more weird if you don’t. You’d been telling Harry all about this book ever since you’d started it and he was just as invested in it as you were, and he wasn’t even reading it properly.

“No way!” Harry exclaimed, putting down the strawberries and rushing to sit on the bed next to you. He leant his head against your shoulder and you rested your head on top of his, before you began explaining what had just happened.

“Right, so Noah just saw one of his best mates talk shit about Lily in front of her and he even shoved her—”

“Dickhead.” Harry inputted.

“—and so obviously Noah went over to do something about it, but ended up getting punched in the face by this supposed ‘best mate’ and got a bloody nose. Lily then goes to the bathroom to calm down, not expecting to lock herself in the same bathroom as Noah who’s already trying to clean the blood. She explains how Noah is cleaning it wrong and offers to help him and now they’re stood really close to one another and he keeps saying nice things and ugh they just have to kiss.”

“No, they need the tension to build up first in order for their first kiss to be proper worth it.” He explained, shaking his head in disagreement with your argument.

“Their first kiss will be worth it regardless. They’ve waited long enough for it.” You sighed, putting your finger in the book as a bookmark and just talking to Harry instead for a bit.

“Do you think we waited long enough?” Harry asked, sitting up and crawling across you so he was sat in between your star-fished out legs. You looked at him for the first time, properly, since he’d walked in the room and you smiled at just how beautiful he was. You couldn’t fault him at all, he was just every perfect ever.

“You kissed me after our third date, honey, but I wouldn’t have changed it for the world.” You replied honestly, that first kiss still igniting fireworks inside your body.

Harry reached his hands forwards and you took his hands in yours. He smiled when your skin touched, the warm feeling so comforting and familiar. You linked your fingers with his and he pulled your arms so you were forced to fall over towards him. Your legs sat around his and you situated yourself in his lap, smiling when his hands snaked around your waist and under your t-shirt to touch your bare skin. You hummed at the touch of his skin to yours and laughed when he pinched your sides into a tickle.

“So you wouldn’t have wanted me to be more like Noah?” Harry asked, clearly insecure that he’d not given you the life of romance that you desired.

“Then you would’ve had to be my enemy?” You rhetorically questioned, moving your hands to the back of his neck to play with the soft curls there. Although Harry had cut his hair short, it was still fluffy enough to roll curls into it with your finger. You enjoyed playing with his hair to calm him down, but also to calm you down too.

“I can be you—”

“Honey,” you interrupted him before he could say anything he may not mean or later regret, “I love reading about romance and the different ways two characters can fall in love, but nothing is better than the romance story we made. I wanted nothing but you and I got that - I got you. Every detail was perfect and you, you were perfect. I love reading about stories like Noah’s and Lily’s, but it’ll never compare to ours. Our story is worth a million romance novels combined.”

“A million? Wow.” Harry spoke to himself, but you heard him enough to laugh at the fact that was the bit of information he picked up on.

“Just love you so much.” You spoke quietly, but Harry turned to see you as you whispered out the words. He smiled when he saw you slightly blush, moving one of his hands up to cup your cheek and brush it softly.

“Times a million?” Harry teased, leaning in closer to you.

“No. Times a billion.” You smiled, before pressing your lips onto his and revelling in the sweet taste of his perfect lips. He was as sweet as sugar, but his kissing was as wild as the jungle. He loved putting all of his passion into your kisses, making sure he pressed his love completely into you. His lips melted with yours and you moved in-sync magically. You moaned when he bit your lip softly and he sighed when you caved in and pulled away.

“Hey!” He whined, leaning in to give you a quick peck, “I was enjoying that.” You laughed at him, leaning in to give him a little kiss to his button nose, before shifting yourself to the top of the bed again and picking up your book.

“Well let’s see if Noah and Lily can do better.”

“Really? You’re choosing the book over me?” Harry asked rhetorically, because yes that’s exactly what you were doing.

“You’re seriously asking me that?” You laughed, opening the page exactly where you’d left it and ready to divulge back into the chaos and heartbreak of your new favourite book.

“You owe me so many kisses for this.” Harry shifted himself up the bed and curled up so his head was resting in your lap, his body tucked into a foetus position and your hand running through his soft locks.

“As many as you want, my love.” You leaned down to kiss the side of his cheek and then began reading again, this time out loud so you and Harry could enjoy the novel together.