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First & Early Second Trimester Abortion
Mifepristone + misoprostol are the medications most commonly used for medication abortion, and there are a number of legitimate sites where you can purchase it online (aidaccess is a good option). They will typically come together, although sometimes misoprostol is used alone. This combination is safe for first and second trimester abortions, although it may be less effective in the second trimester (or sometimes even earlier, after ten weeks). They can be taken sublingually (underneath the tongue) or vaginally (guide to taking abortion pills).
Avoid purchasing miffy or miso from sites that want more information from you than an address & payment method, that don't provide information about how to safely take the pills, or that use inflammatory or sales-pitch-y language. Planned Parenthood (in states with legal abortion) is the most widespread reputable distributor of medication abortion.
Later Term Abortion
If you find yourself unable to access medication abortion, remember that, at this point (November 2024), it is still legal to cross state lines to have an abortion, and, if it becomes illegal, you can still cross state lines under another pretense, as people have been doing for decades. There are abortion provision organizations that can help you with the costs of travel and abortion services (national network of abortion funds, midwest access coalition). Planned Parenthood is the largest provider system, with clinics in many states, and the largest abortion clinic in the U.S. is located in Illinois.
Avoid institutions that call themselves "crisis pregnancy centers" or "women's health clinics," especially if they don't directly say they provide abortion services on their website. There are a number of predatory pro-life clinics that will give you misinformation about abortion or deliberately waste your time, and you don't want them to know that you are seeking an abortion, especially if you are living in an area where abortion is illegal or highly restricted.
You will be asked for informed consent when receiving an abortion procedure. Make sure that you read and understand everything before signing, keeping in mind that marginalized people (particularly Black, Indigenous, Puerto Rican, and disabled people) in the U.S. have historically been coercively sterilized when requesting abortion procedures. If you feel that your consent involves coercion to agree to something you don't want, try to find access somewhere else first. Trying to find abortion access can make you feel very desperate, but your autonomy and safety are paramount considerations. See if a provision service can help you find an alternative if at all possible.
Illegal Providers
In some circumstances, you may need to get a surgical abortion from an illegal provider. Surgical abortions are typically called dilation and evacuation (D&E). This will most likely be a vacuum aspiration abortion (sometimes euphemistically called menstrual extraction), in which a cannula removes the content of the uterus using suction. In procedures with properly constructed cannulas, there is no way to pass air into the uterus, and the procedure is typically very safe. Forceps may be used to clear out additional contents.
In some later term abortions, curettage may be used as well, in which a scalpel is inserted into the uterus to remove the uterine lining. This carries more risk for infection and/or laceration than suction evacuation alone, but has been used by both legal and illegal abortion providers for decades, and usually does not involve harm.
When evaluating an illegal abortion provider, keep these things in mind: do they keep paperwork (within reason)? do they use the correct medical terminology? do they ask you questions about how long you've been pregnant/conditions of your pregnancy/concerns you may have? Do they describe the procedure to you beforehand? Do they answer your questions? Do they discuss your options for pain management? Does the surgical room appear properly sterilized? Does the provider wear gloves & other PPE? Is there an exit strategy in the event that police show up?
What To Do When An Abortion Goes Wrong
Here are some normal & safe side effects that you may experience after an abortion (particularly later abortions):
vaginal bleeding (up until/through the next regular menstrual period)
abdominal cramping/pain (similar to period cramping)
fatigue (feeling more tired than usual, can last several weeks)
nausea (in the first one-two days)
vomiting (in the first day)
diarrhea (in the first day)
feelings of grief, sadness, joy, relief, regret, confusion, or no strong feelings at all - there is no abnormal emotional response to abortion
Here are some side effects that can be cause for concern:
fever more than 24 hours after the procedure
vomiting more than 24 hours after the procedure, or excessively
diarrhea more than 24 hours after the procedure, or excessively
past the first two hours following the procedure, excessive vaginal bleeding through more than two maxi pads per hour
extreme abdominal pain (significantly worse than pain you experience on a normal period) - this may be harder to determine if you have PCOS or endometriosis
persistent sensation that something is 'stuck' in the uterus/vaginal canal
You can call the miscarriage/abortion hotline for confidential advice about what to do/counseling for emotional distress.
If you are ill after your abortion, you will need to go to your nearest emergency room, as you may have an infection, remaining tissue, or laceration within the uterus. If you go to an emergency room, you can ALWAYS tell the medical providers there that you had a miscarriage. Miscarriage and intentional abortion are indistinguishable from one another. After an abortion is completed, there is no way to tell that mifepristone/misoprostol or D&E was used. It is unlikely, but you may be threatened by medical providers who tell you they can tell - this is NOT true. They have no way of telling. Do not admit to abortion in a state where it is illegal, or if you do not want to.
It is possible you will find yourself in a situation where medical providers are hostile to you/suspicious that you received an abortion. In this case, you may find it helpful to refer to the pregnancy as "the baby," and present more distressed than you may actually be in order to garner more sympathy.
You will likely be treated with more suspicion if you are single, have previously had a (legal, documented abortion), or are openly/visibly trans. Whenever possible, bring a trusted friend to act as your medical advocate, to corroborate your story of unexpected miscarriage, and to help you navigate the experience if you lose lucidity.
Most serious injury and death related to abortion happens to those who don't go to the hospital when they experience symptoms of infection. It is important to get emergency care if you need it! You will most likely be okay, and you never have to tell anyone that you had an abortion, doctors included.
Other Notes
The FDA has recently approved an over-the-counter birth control pill, the O-Pill, which can be purchased without a prescription. Many Planned Parenthoods provide contraceptives such as condoms, spermicide, and oral birth control for free or at low cost, even in places where abortion is illegal. Plan B is legal in all 50 states (although partially restricted in Louisiana), and is most effective in 24 hours after having sex.
Odds are high that a local reproductive justice organization near you needs volunteers/members/donors, so look into it BEFORE you need it. It takes a village.
hey let's start spreading the reminder now that you cannot safely self-manage an abortion with herbal medicine or essential oils. natural abortifacients function by poisoning you; you wait for your body to realize you're dying and reject the pregnancy in order to conserve resources, and hope that happens before the rest of your organs shut down.
i think there will be an upsurge soon of unscrupulous and/or malicious actors preying on desperate pregnant people; do not help them kill people. don't spread recipes for herbal medicines or ingestible essential oil mixtures that purport to cause a pregnancy termination.
#abortion#reproductive rights#reproductive justice#reproductive care#abortion rights#self-managed abortion#feel free to ask or dm me if u have further questions
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Wrt the people talking about the new set as fan service: my initial reaction was also âoh cuteâ & moving on, but after carefully reading the full arguments of the people who found it distasteful, I agree with their points. Iâd normally link or post screenshots of the points made, but since the Prsk fanbase apparently is jumping people over this on twt I donât feel comfortable doing that. To summarize and add some of my own explanation:
> everything in gacha games is fan service, which doesnât have to necessarily mean itâs sexual - ode for the pure of heart featuring rui/touya (popular with female audience) looking very princely was fan service. The white day knight/fantasy theming is fan service (popular & well loved aesthetic). Fantasia squad was fan service for the players who like the male characters, etc etc.
> I donât feel like arguing about all of the cards, so Iâll just point out what bothers me about the most egregious example (Rinâs card)
When considering art, you have to consider the deliberate choices the artist made, and what messages they are trying to get across with the atmosphere they have created.
Why choose the maid aesthetic? Why make these cards a player pov? Why choose framing that (using the grid composition, contrast and lighting from the window, the way lines direct the eye) makes the points of interest and emphasis Rinâs face *and* butt? Why choose that pose, with Rin looking over her shoulder, with a surprised expression and prominent blush? Why is the posing reminiscent of art of vintage pin up girls (or any other similar art movement)?
Itâs male gaze. The answer is male gaze.
The male gaze is often just associated with overt sexualization, but thatâs an overly simplified definition. The male gaze can also be portraying women in positions of servitude (most often within the home), emphasizing body curves (even through clothes), voyeuristic povs, emphasizing cuteness/demure-ness/shyness, etc. Itâs about the (assumed male) viewer having power over the female subject.
Rin is cleaning, the light from the window heavily highlights her butt, the framing of window itself specifically draws the eye from her head to her back to her butt using contrasting colors/light/point of interest, the parallel lines in the piece direct your eyes down her body (Japanese audience, reading image from right to left). If the emphasis was on the action she is doing, rather than her body, the light source and brightest colors would be on the other side of the image, the duster would be brighter, as would the objects/set pieces sheâs interacting with.*
Sexualization/male gaze isnât restricted to the very obvious âwoman sexy posing in a bikiniâ image, and having that viewpoint will only serve to limit the ways you understand art and artist intention. Itâs similar to taking âall art is politicalâ to mean âall art is either republican or democratâ and responding âwell thatâs stupid and youâre stupid.â Youâre missing the point.
Iâm a little disappointed the knee jerk reaction here seems to be âyouâre wrong and youâre actually a freak who sexualizes minors for pointing this outâ here, especially because the point of calling this out is to say that itâs distasteful to do a card like this for a character who is, despite not having a canon age, pretty much portrayed as younger than the main cast (making her 15 or younger).
Nobody is saying âthis set sucks you canât like it if you like it youâre problematic and project sekai should be cancelled foreverâ, itâs just something to keep in mind. You donât have to agree with the argument, but acting like anyone pointing this out is insane isnât fair or justified.
> also just as a side note: maid cafĂŠs have a pretty long history of sexualization, with the emphasis/appeal of having power over the workers and them being your servant while dressed cute. I donât entirely think this set was going for a maid cafĂŠ look, but I do think itâs something to be mindful of.
> *itâs a little hard to articulate/explain this, and my knowledge on how much the average person knows about stuff like this is skewed due to my own education in art/art history/design/etc. If you find this confusing, Iâm willing to explain more in detail and specifically point out what Iâm talking about.
> I have a different post on the taisho/daisho romance elements, which is an entirely different discussion, so Iâm not bringing that up here.
#mine#please donât jump me. Iâm open to discussing this but Iâm not open to discussing it if you bring out the torches and pitchforks.#I also dislike the âwhy is an adult calling this outâ mindset Iâve seen on twt like⌠why do you think.#adults have seen this far more often and adults are also the ones taking courses about stuff like this.#I do think thereâs stuff that could be said about the other cards. but unfortunately if you start with that right off the bat u look insane.#overall the other cards are fine ig (wrt what Iâm talking about here)#design major + what I can recall from the advertising/male gaze unit in sociology.
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Imo Jason is âirredeemableâ by default because I donât see what he needs redemption from.
#I donât know if Iâve mentioned this before but joining this fandom made me fucking hate the word âredemptionâ#no person Iâve seen who is in love with the concept knows the who what where when why or how it should work in a story#apparently it isnât just themes and tropes anymore people donât understand the proper use of the word âvillainâ#kelseethe#also hilarious: Jason should recieve sensitivity training HR style from Bruce âIâm the government and children are my croniesâ wayne#if Jasons headstrong/âanswers to no oneâ attitude towards vigilantism is what makes people think he's villainous#I hate to be a broken record but the baddie youâre describing is Bruce#nobody thinks heâs a villain for only trusting in his own methods/self and repeatedly isolating himself#and on top of that gaslighting and hurting people around him in attempts to do what HE **thinks** is the right thing#you people always thought *him* heroic not problematic for all these traits#the only difference is Jason isnât psychologically abusive & controlling#yet heâs still the bad guy just cause he liberally kills folks in the crime business.#l'd argue goth ham war is the b*tman story to remind you of everything that makes Bruce authentically himself#Idk how to tell you that Bruce mentally compromising/crippling his son in a twisted attempt to âsave him from himselfâ#is perfectly in line with slitting the same sonâs throat because he couldnât stand to see him avenge his own killer#and yk what a redemption arc could be interesting for someone like Bruce#because he rarely questions or doubts his choices esp wrt Jason. no matter how morally dubious they may be#I think it would be quite fun to witness his extremely restricted worldview be challenged/shattered he deserves that humbling experience
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Im in such an obey me mood today haha
other than "pls dont tell asmo about that",,,, i have questions about these freaking vegetables (im putting under the cut since im talking about food and bad eating habits/diet related stuff)
im assuming they would have to be mixed with other regular ingredients to prevent the hunger but it sounds like ppl would use them as the main component in a dish or just eat them by themselves
So does all of it get digested? No leftovers (waste) comes out the other end im guessing? is it like a magic type thing?? it has to be right? Cause if not...ur body will take the calories needed to replace the ones burnt, take the nutrients, and the rest will just get tossed out
And since it doesnt make you full, like wouldnt it be way too easy to overeat this type of thing? so you could accidentally end up making urself go to the restroom more often :/
Ig if it gives u the nutrients u need that itll be useful then. So maybe its a 'heres ur macros for the day' type dealo? but u still have to go eat an actual meal or make sure u mix it with other stuff tho
#ik its just a silly joke type text but i do like to take these things and overthink them and apply them to real life#its just interesting to me cause ik the answers will never come so its like a brain exercise or something#eating disorder tw#just to be safe#but yea..................#im gonna just go off in the tags cause im just wondering about when this would be useful cause regular veggies are the better choice to me#ig that could be useful in a very specific circumstance where you went over calories but still need certain macros..but like...its veggies#going over for some for veggies isnt that big a deal imo but if ur mostly concerned with deficit then ud cut anywhere u can...#u could also like use it to lessen the calories in the dish overall and maybe add more of the ingredients u actually like#tho i feel like it would not remove that many calories in the first place#and ud probably wouldnt even get to add that much more of what u actually want in comparison#and then...ur gonna be hungry cause u took away a big volume of the food which was the regular vegetables#but for me when im making food the last thing im worried about in my dish is the freaking vegetables#im trying to add more veggies and less of everything else ._.#i feel like this would make more sense if it was like a sugary treat#especially if this is supposed to be a thing that helps with cravings#u get to eat and enjoy the thing without consequence (for the most part) while eating a more restrictive diet#tho it would probably be even more dangerous than the veggies when it comes to overeating...#idk how the demon biology works but it seems about the same to humans but just more durable#and with asmos eating habits...i can already see in my minds eye whats gonna go down#it just seems like a bad idea all around to tell him about this!#obey me nightbringer
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Hi! For the ask game. For your delightful Shadow Queen fic, Breakfast, how do you think Regina's relationship with Facilier developed over time from the point where your fanfiction diverged from canon to the story itself?
Edit: OH, MY FUCKING GOD! I just noticed this was in the queue. I thought I posted it. So sorry for that! I definitely was not ignoring this ask! I've had it written since August 30th. I don't know what happened.
Hi! Glad you like the fic!
To be fair, I don't really have anything deep about him (obviously) deciding to abandon his quest for power in favor of his relationship with Regina. I was kind of riding on the proof in the show that he would put Regina and her feelings over everything else. His interest in the dagger was completely unmotivated and I think they just had it as a built-in setup for killing him off. I imagine the idea was that he was somehow tempting Regina into her old patterns of wanting everything and reverting to villainy (much the same as Rumple manipulating her for the better part of her life, especially since Facilier was practically Rumple 2.0) except that that went nowhere because he was just So. Good! for her. I'm really not sure what happened in the writers' room but anyway, my idea with the story was just "axe the moment of Facilier's death because it was stupid (and more than questionable) and from there it will all happen naturally since the dagger is also gone once Rumple dies". Those were pretty much the only obstacles between them and with them removed, I really think that the two of them would have been a couple.
I wish I could give a more detailed answer but, truly, Facilier had so little screen time and development that we are completely in the dark on his story or his motives. Instead, I just rolled with him being written as total husband material. You know, I am willing to entertain the idea that there might have been some need to process emotions and heal from Robin's death on Regina's side simply for the realization that the universe sent her Facilier after Daniel's death and then returned him to her after Robin's death. Almost as if they were meant to be together (btw, I have a sort of meta/kinda rewrite about the whole soulmate story with Robin that would bridge canon and this nicely but I'll have to work on it some other time) and help her find herself again when she feels like she's lost in grief.
#once upon a time#ouat#shadow queen#regina mills#facilier#meta#sort of?#ask#intothewickedwood#regal shadows#what i also got from trying to answer this was the idea of an au where facilier is sort of actually trying to tempt regina to the dark side#telling her that they could easily end gothel's plans if she teamed up with him in the full glory of the evil queen#meaning not being restricted by the label of hero and resorting to murder#i mean is it really a bad thing to end a genocidal maniac? is it truly wrong to seek power if you ultimately use it to protect loved ones?#on the one hand i want regina to have grown enough to not fall for this and retain her progress#(and relationship with henry but hey! he's cursed rn and there's no need to bring him into this; he need never learn about it)#but on the other hand i just want her to go apeshit and kill a bitch#they knew evil queen + witch doctor team-up would be too powerful and stylish; it would overshadow everything else
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in conclusion, I have no choice but to try to recover again. or else another two years will pass me by and I'll be so fucking tired
#it's so terrifying and no one gets it unless they've experienced it first hand lol#like it's easy to think that it's just the Vanity Mental Illness but for me. its the perfectionism illness. it's the i need to feel like#everything is not falling apart always illness#and to let go of it is terrifying. but i have to try or else I'll be so stuck#more than i already feel what with depression#one less illness will make things less insufferable in the long term. i keep telling myself that.#it's weird because im so attached to having a restrictive eating disorder. it's like a shadow that follows me everywhere#but i have to get a new shadow or else I'll be burdening myself further. i keep thinking#'whats the point of trying to get better if it's all doomed anyway? if im so fucked anyway? if I'll kill myself anyway?'#and i guess the answer is. the point is WHY NOT (by loona)#kidding no but actually#the answer is why not give it a shot. like just for the sake of it#how do you KNOW it's all fucked#if it really truly is and you cant take it anymore then the eating disorder is there#you can take it back. reunite rekindle the flame whatever#i dont believe anything im typing rn btw like im suffering in real time bc everything feels so utterly pointless#but whatever if i kill myself at least it'd be with one less illness. or something. i dont know#at least it wouldn't be because i was hungry LMFAO#z.post
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Just saw a comment online using the word âunaliveââŚ.âto unalive themselvesââŚ.
What the heck is going on. Why are ânewâ terms being created forâŚwhat censorship??
..................don't even get me started. it's so reductive. we have enough words to capture the MANY nuances of 'unalive'. it's so telling when someone refuses to use expressions with connotations that aren't squeaky clean. not critical thinking skills behind that face. censorship for the sake of marketability is peak capitalist brain rot. it's unbearable. what's even worse it to see grown-ass adults talk like that and engage in self-censorship without marketability being a reason. takes years off my life. i said it before and i am gonna say it again but stuff like this is a warning sign for dystopia-adjacent slippery slopes to come.
#you might think i am exaggerating and maybe i am a little bit.#BUT. considering language is THEE medium we have to communicate with others AND OURSELVES it's important to keep our vocabulary as divers#and large and varied as possible to encapsulate and describe our experiences as accurately as possible. it ensures a degree of freedom.#the freedom to talk about EVERYTHING we need to talk about. including the ugly and nasty and uncomfortable parts of life and being human.#not doing so ventures into toxic positivity as well.... life is not just unicorns and sunflowers.#to restrict language is to restrict the capacity for thought and communication and understanding and knowledge.#between others and yourself and the world.#i cannot stress enough how important it is to make full use of your vocabulary. and expand it. not decimate it.#anyhooooo no one cares about this tangent but i had to get the worst of it out of my system.#anon#answer#hope you're doing well! despite seeing someone use unalive unironically :/
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// *iâve seen it SO SO SO many times where people respond to these anons and constantly just.. keep answering and answering all the nasty ones. there has to be a point in time where you HAVE to stop answering them and turn it off. not only are you feeding into the reactions they want, but not stopping the problem only makes it worse.
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#personal#honestly what is the goddamn point of endos and endo appointments#every 3 months i ruin my mental and physical health just to prove that my sugar numbers are still wildly unpredictable and uncontrollable#and every 3 months her answer is just 'well you should try taking more insulin and eating less food :)'#in YOUR OWN WORDS i am taking ridiculous amounts of insulin every day and it doesn't work#and if i eat any fewer calories per day I WILL LITERALLY STARVE#(which i know bc that's how i lost 110 pounds and that's why she already had to restrict the dose of my ozempic-like medication)#(and let's not forget that 'losing weight will fix everything' ALSO used to be an answer until i lost that much and it. did. nothing.)#(the one exception is the one time she hit me with 'well maybe you have a tumor.' which i do not. but finding that out was a whole disaster#god i need it to be friday so i can get this appointment over with and once again forget that checking my blood sugar is a thing#idk how this helps other diabetics it just stresses me tf out and makes everything worse
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Unchained Melody (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)
A/N: Get ready to cry again. Here is the *what if you and Logan went to a wedding together* request. Heavily inspired by "Unchained Melody." That is such a Logan song and you cannot tell me otherwise. ENJOY!
Summary: You and Logan decide to go to Rogue and Remy's wedding together, but you don't know what together means. Logan helps to clarify...
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!! SMUT, thigh riding, oral (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected PIV (wrap it up!), softdom!Logan, praise kink, cocky!Logan (literally), multiple orgasms, aftercare, Logan will do anything for you, afab!reader/f!reader, reader wears a dress, reader has hair (length/color/texture not described), feelings, so fluffy and cheesy, cursing, Scott is a little shit, def some grammatical errors, I think that's it.
Word Count: 4,452 I wanna dance with Logan
Maybe this was a mistake. You look at yourself in the mirror, turning around and around. You scan your face, check your hair, and smooth out your dress. Everything is in its right place. But, maybe, just maybe, this is all a mistake.Â
You and Loganâsomehowâcame to the decision that you would go to Rogue and Remyâs wedding together. As inâŚ
Together.Â
And yet, you werenât entirely sure what together truly entailed. Was this going to be a date? Or were you two simply going as friends? Friends friends friends. That god-awful, misery-inducing word youâre all too familiar with. Its meaning and restrictions haunted you as you got ready, and theyâre still plaguing you now. You are so incredibly sick of being just friends with Logan. You want moreâwant him, all of him. But you canât tell him how you feelâyou can never find the words or the courage.Â
So, youâre simply going to the wedding together, unlabeled out of fear of getting an answer you donât want to hear.Â
You slip on your heels, straightening out your gown one last time before heading towards the door. You take a deep breath, nervous beyond belief. You twist the knob, pulling the door open.Â
And there he is on the other side, fist clenched like he was about to knock. Logan. Heâs wearing a black suit, a bowtie tied perfectly at his neck. You watch as his Adamâs apple bobs in his throat. âHi,â he husks, his eyes trailing up and down your body. He smiles softly as he meets your gaze. He shakes his head in awe. âYou look beautiful.âÂ
âOh, please Iââ But he cuts you off, his hand reaching out to rest in the crook of your neck. âReally, you look beautiful. You always do.â Your breath hitches as his hand slides down your arm, his fingers intertwining with yours.
You take a deep breath, suddenly overwhelmed by the contact and Loganâs words. âYou look really great too,â you choke out, a slight tremble in your voice. âPerfect,â you say, and Logan tugs your hand, guiding you out the door and into the hallway.
Rogue had told you the wedding would be smallâjust her and Gambitâs closest friends and family on the grounds of the institute. Â
Logan leads you down the stairs and out the back door of the mansion. The first thing you see are flowers; an absolute abundance of flowers. There are lilies and irises, asters and chrysanthemums. Daises, tulips, every single flower one can imagineâadorning tables, white tents, and planted in pots and boxes. Itâs beautifulâa rainbow of colors and fragrances. The lawn has been transformed into a secret garden.Â
Logan guides you down a cobblestone path toward a trellis covered in vines and wisteria. Surrounding the trellis on either side are rows of white, wooden chairs. You and Logan walk to the front row on Rogueâs side of the aisle and sit down next to Storm, Charles, and Jubilee. You wave as you sit down. âYou look amazing!â Jubilee shouts, reaching over Charles and Logan to get a better look at your dress.Â
âYou look beautiful too, Jubes,â you say, motioning in her direction. Logan sits back, slipping his hand from yours and draping his arm over your shoulder instead. Jubilee notices the movement, her eyes flickering between you and Logan, a small smile playing upon her lips. She winks at you and settles back into her seat.Â
Footsteps sweep through the grass as people find their chairs. You struggle to ignore the warmth of Loganâs arm around your shoulder and the way it makes you feelâthe soft circles heâs drawing into your bare skin. Itâs like he needs the proximity, needs the touch.Â
You can feel Logan lean in, his lips at the shell of your ear. âYou are the mostââ
âWow,â a familiar voice interrupts Logan. You turn your head, and thereâs Scott, with Jean just a few steps behind him. âDidnât expect that.â He raises his brows and cocks his head to the side.Â
���You need something, bub?â Logan asks, annoyance and irritation heavy in his voice.Â
Scott swallows nervously as Jean chuckles behind him. He shakes his head and sits down next to you. âNope, I justâŚâ He trails off, looking towards the trellis.Â
Logan leans forward, his arm still around your shoulder. âYou just what?â
Scott throws his hands up, feigning innocence. âNothing, absolutely nothing.â
Logan leans back, squeezing your shoulder gently as he settles into the seat. You turn towards him, catching his gaze. You need to ask him what this is, even if itâs clear to him. Itâs obviously something to everyone else. You part your lips, finding the courage to finally ask Logan what you two are. âLogan,â you whisper so only he can hear. âWhat isâ"Â Â
But the music starts up, a whimsical rendition of âCanât Help Falling in Love,â filling the air as Hank walks down the aisle, stopping underneath the trellis. Next is Remy, in a cream-colored suit. He grins from ear to ear as he trails down the aisle, nodding to Charles as he steps under the arch. And finally, at the end of the aisle is Rogue. Her dress is bright white, lacey, and tight. She walks down, her bouquet of lilies of the valley and babyâs breath in hand.Â
She meets Remyâs side, and the music stops. âFriends and family,â Hank starts, smiling widely at the crowd. âWe have gathered here today for the marriage of two people who should have been married long ago.â The crowd chuckles as Hank goes on. âBut it is always better late than neverâŚâ
He continues, talking about their story, their love. Hankânaturallyâfinds a few Shakespeare quotes to scatter throughout his speech. Itâs incredibly cheesy, but itâs beautiful. And, as Remy and Rogue exchange vows, you canât help but well up. Their admiration and passion for one another is so undeniably clear. Theyâre committed, a team, partners until the end.Â
âI will always love you, chere,â Remy says, slipping the ring onto Rogueâs finger.Â
A single tear slides down Rogueâs cheek. âAnd I will always love you, sugar,â Rogue says, placing the ring in her hand onto Remyâs finger next.Â
You look up at Logan, and you notice that heâs looking down at you. Thereâs something in his eyes, but you canât quite place it. He tugs you closer, his thumb still stroking your shoulder.Â
Hank sniffles. âWith the power vested in me by the State of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife,â Hank says, his voice shaky, his eyes glossed over, holding back tears. âYou may now kiss the bride!âÂ
Remy wraps his arms around Rogueâs waist, and he dips her, his lips capturing hers. Everyone stands, clapping and cheering. You and Logan stand too, his arm falling from your shoulder, leaving you feeling cold despite the summer heat.
But as Rogue and Remy walk down the aisle, Loganâs arm wraps around your waist.  Rogueâs smile widens when she spots you, her eyes flitting between you and Logan. She laughs knowingly. Finally, she mouths to you, and blows you a kiss. The couple finishes their walk down the aisle, and they head into a nearby tent. Â
Given that this is Rogue and Remy, the party starts right away. Music blares from the tent, and you can see the happy couple hitting the floor. You recognize the song immediately: âTake on Meâ by Aha. Jean drags Scott across the grass to join them. Jubilee and some of the other kids trail behind. Charles, Storm, and Hank head over together.Â
You look at Logan and smile, grabbing him by the hand and tugging him towards the tent. You canât remember the last time you saw everyone this happy. Itâs rare that you get to let loose, to have a good time. It warms your heart to see all the students dancing, to see them having a normal childhood experience.Â
âCome on!â Jubilee calls. âCome dance!â Sheâs twirling around, dancing with Kurt and Morph, sparking her signature fireworks every now and then.
You squeeze Loganâs hand and pull him towards the dance floor. Youâre shocked that he doesnât drag his heels, that he doesnât protest or tell you noâhe lets you tug him onto the floor. You turn to face him, swaying to the synthy pop. Logan lifts his arm, twirling you around, laughing as you spin back to him. He grabs your other hand and bounces with you to the music.
âI didnât know you liked dancing!â You shout over the song as Logan spins you again.Â
He smirks, chuckling softly. âI donât!â He shouts back, pulling you in and out to the beat. âBut I like dancing with you.â He draws you in closer, letting go of your hands as his arms wrap around your waist instead.
You can feel the heat rising to your chest, spreading up your neck. The song fades out, and a much slower one starts up. âSomethingâ by The Beatles echoes across the lawn. Rogue and Remy take the center of the floor, and everyone steps off, watching from the side. Logan guides you off the floor and towards your table, his hand in yours again.
âTheyâre beautiful,â you murmur. You see the way Remy looks at Rogue, the way they move as one, fluid unit. âDonât you want something like that?â You ask, your gaze finding Loganâs. He has that look in his eyes againâall soft, relaxed, happy.Â
Logan nods, squeezing your hand. âI think Iâve found it already.âÂ
Your lips part as you rack your brain for the right thing to say, your breath catching in your throat. Itâs everything youâve ever wantedâthe words youâve been waiting to hear. âLogan Iââ
But Jubilee is grabbing your hand as the song changes. âIf youâre not gonna dance with my girl, then Iâm stealing her!â Jubilee calls out to Logan, pulling you onto the floor as âCanât Take My Eyes off Youâ by Frankie Valli rings out.Â
âJubes,â you protest. âLogan and I were actually talking about something kind of important andââ
âOne song?â She begs, frowning, putting on her best puppy dog eyes. You look over at Logan, and heâs still standing where you left him, smiling widely. Dance with her, he mouths, arching his brows expectantly.Â
âFine,â you say, still looking at Logan.Â
Jubilee cheers, taking your hands in hers, spinning you around. You jump with her, screaming the words. Logan watches from his seat. He loves the way you move, the way you shake your hips, the way you throw your head back and laugh. He can see how much fun youâre having, how happy you are. He canât keep his eyes off you, canât help but be mesmerized. And he knowsâjust by watchingâthat he wants to be with you forever. Longer than that. Youâve changed him, made him different. And all for the better.Â
You look over at him, his arms crossed against his chest as his eyes follow your every move. Heâs smiling widely, clearly getting a kick out of you.Â
âHe loves you, you know,â Jubilee says, twirling you. âI mean, just look at how heâs looking at you!â Jubilee smirks, nodding towards Logan. Her eyes widen. âI think heâs coming over here!â
âJubesâŚâ Logan chides as he steps closer to the two of you. âThink I can cut in?â
âI donât know Logan,â Jubilee says sarcastically, grinning ear to ear. âWeâre having a great time.â
Logan puts a hand on your shoulder. âIâd like my girl back now.âÂ
My girl. His girl.Â
Jubilee lifts her hands, stepping away from you as the song fades out. âFine,â she says, pretending to be heartbroken. âGuess Iâll just have to give her up.â Logan steps between the two of you, and you lean to the side to peer at Jubilee as she walks away. She catches your glance, thrusting two thumbs up, mouthing a You got this! as she wanders to her seat.Â
âUnchained Melodyâ by the Righteous Brothers starts up, and Logan wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you into his chest. The sun is setting in the distance, a honeyed glow washing across the lawn, painting the tent and the dance floor in golden light. Logan sways you from side to side, and you let your head fall to his shoulder.Â
His lips find the shell of your ear. âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispers so that only you can hear.Â
âLo, before, when we were watching Remy and RogueâŚâ you pause, lifting your head to look up at him.Â
The corners of his mouth turn up. âI meant what I said,â Logan rasps. âI want you.â He presses his forehead to yours. âJust you.â
âI want you too,â you say, your voice soft and breathy. Logan holds you tighter, his lips just inches away from yours. You can feel his breath fan across your face.Â
âWanted you the whole time,â Logan husks, rocking you gently as the song plays out. âYouâre all I ever think about. I canât get through a day without seeing you, without talking to you.â He pauses as the music grows louder, the strings and piano echoing across the dance floor.
Woah, my love, my darling I've hungered, hungered for your touch A long, lonely time And time goes by so slowly And time can do so much Are you still mine?
âYou feel like home,â he says, his eyes glossing over. âIâve been alive a long time, and for once in my life, I finally understand what that word means. Itâs you. This is what love is supposed to feel like.â He pauses again, taking a deep breath, his jaw working. âI love you, so goddamn much.â
âI love you too,â you confess. âMore than anything.âÂ
And then his lips are on yours, and suddenly everything is nothing. The people around you are gone. Your problems have long melted away. Every ounce of pain and every second of suffering youâve ever feltâthat he has ever experiencedâare forgotten. Itâs all warmth and comfort, languid and slow, but passionate. Heâs taking his time, tasting you, savoring you. Itâs perfect. Beyond perfect.Â
His lips part from yours, and he looks down at you, taking you in, committing the moment to memory. âPretty girl,â Logan mumbles, tugging you off the floor as the song fades out and a pop song starts up. âWhat if we slipped away for a few minutes?âÂ
âO-okay,â you stutter as Logan guides you past your table and out of the tent. The bass of the music echoes across the lawn as you and Logan wander hand in hand toward the mansion. Â
He pushes the back door open, leading the two of you inside, and immediately pins you against the wall. âThis okay, sweetheart?â Logan asks, holding your hands above your head, his fingers wrapping tightly around your wrists.Â
âYes,â you breathe, your chest heaving against his. He closes the gap between you completely, his lips pressing to yours. Itâs hurried now, hungry and frantic. His knee nudges between your legs, spreading you open. You can feel the fire burning in your coreâthe growing ache.Â
You squirm underneath him, your arms fidgeting against his hold, longing to reach out and touch him. âWanna make you feel good first, princess,â Logan soothes, his grip on your wrists tightening. âLet me take care of you.â You canât help but grind down on his thigh at his words.Â
âLo,â you whine, searching for more friction. âPlease, need you.â Logan swallows your moans with a kiss, his lips melting against yours. âI know, darlinâ. I need you too,â he coos. âBut I like watching you get off on my thigh,â he says cockily. âThat feel good?â He pushes his thigh harder between your legs as you slide up and down.Â
âY-yes,â you stammer, rolling your hips. âN-need more.âÂ
âI know, sweetheart, Iâve got you,â Logan whispers, leaving a trail of kisses down your jaw to your neck, softly biting that sweet spot underneath your ear. âGonna make this pussy feel good.â He lets go of your wrists as he slides down your body, hiking your dress up above your hips as he kneels in front of you.
Logan yanks your panties down your legs, leaving your core bare in front of him. âWanna taste you, pretty girl,â he husks, his breath fanning against your heat as he settles between your thighs.Â
âPlease,â you beg, his face just centimeters from where you need him most. His palms splay across your inner thighs, squeezing and nudging you open. You look down at him, hunger, desire, and desperation darkening his half-lidded eyes. âLoââ
And then heâs licking a long stripe through your folds, his tongue flicking your clit. You shudder underneath his touch as he does it again, his tongue pressing harder this time.Â
âTastes so fucking good,â Logan mumbles against you. âKnew youâd taste perfect.â He pulls your clit between his lips and sucks, his teeth grazing the bud lightly. Your knees buckle at the sensation.Â
Logan pushes your legs further apart, one of his hands sliding up your thigh and toward your center. Itâs teasing, achingly slow as his fingers finally reach your folds, toying with your slit and spreading your slick. He laps at your clit, and heâs desperate, ravenous, his mouth swallowing you hungrily.
He teases your entrance with two fingersâgentle compared to the way his teeth graze your clit, to the way heâs sucking every last drop you have to give him. You part your lips, ready to beg for him, but heâs thrusting his long fingers inside youâdown to his knucklesâonly to pull out and pump back in again.Â
You moan his name, your back arching off the wall, your thighs trembling as he fucks into you. Logan smiles against you. âThat feel good, pretty girl?â He asks, his fingers pumping in and out of your entrance at a rhythmic pace.
âS-so good, Logan,â you say, your voice shaky and uneven. His tongue flits out, flicking your clit before his lips wrap around the bud. He sucks again, harder this time, longer, his face buried deep inside your cunt, like he needs this. Needs to feel every inch of you. To explore you. To remember you. Your heart thunders in your chest as he thrusts in and out, his fingers hitting that sweet spot deep inside every time.Â
Your walls flutter around him, squeezing him, taking him deeper. Logan laughs against you, the vibration rolling through your body in waves. âI know youâre getting closer, pretty girl,â Logan whispers, lapping at you between sentences. He looks up at you under those dark, hooded eyes as he plunges into you. âLet me get you there, wanna taste it when you come.â
You flutter around him again, his words threatening to spill the heat building at the bottom of your belly. âLo,â you whimper as he brings a third finger to your entrance.Â
âThatâs it, pretty girl, say my name,â he demands, shoving the third finger deep inside on his next pump.Â
âF-fuck,â you stutter, your legs shaking as you chant his name. Logan Logan Logan.Â
âSo fucked out that Iâm all you can think about, huh?â Logan teases, edging you closer along. You moan in affirmation as Logan laves at you, stuffing his fingers deep inside. âSo fucking beautiful,â he praises. âDoing so good for me.â
âL-Lo,â you choke out, clenching down around him. âIâm so close.â
You can feel yourself coming undone, melting into nothingness as he rams into you, sucking your clit roughly. âI know, princess. Let go for me, wanna feel you come on my fingers.â
Your hips buck and your legs tremble as you fall apart. Your orgasm crashes into you, pleasure coursing through your veins. Logan works you through it, his face still buried between your legs. His tongue laps at you softly, his fingers pumping slowly until they stall inside you.Â
His gaze meets yours as he pulls his fingers out of your cunt and brings them to his mouth. His lips wrap around his fingers, and he sucks, savoring your release. He pulls his fingers out with a pop as he stands up.Â
Logan presses his forehead to yours. âYou know, thereâs something else I want,â Logan says, his voice deep and raspy. âIâm not done with you yet.â He cages you in, a hand on either side of your head.Â
âW-we need to be careful,â you stammer, nodding towards the door. âSomeone could come in andââ Logan cuts you off. âLocked it the second we came inside, sweetheart,â Logan whispers, grabbing your dress and bunching it up around your waist. âNo oneâs coming in here. Itâs just you and me, princess.â Logan pushes his hips into yours, and you can feel his erection straining against the fabric of his slacks. âNeed you, darlinâ.â
You wrap your arms around Loganâs back. âNeed you too,â you pant. Loganâs lips find yours, crashing down needily, starvingly. He swallows your moans, one hand still collecting the fabric of your dress while his other tugs at his belt. He throws it to the floor with a clink and works at his button and zipper, pulling his pants and boxers down his legs. He hoists you up, one hand gripping your ass tightly, pushing your back against the wall for leverage.
âFuck,â Logan curses, his hand guiding his cock to your entrance. Everything is rushed and frantic. He needs to be inside you, needs to feel you, needs to be as close to you as possible. His head slides through your folds, spreading your slick. âWanted this for so long,â Logan huffs, his tip slipping into your slit. âMy girl.â
With one thrust, he sinks himself deep inside youâdown to the hilt. Youâre suddenly so full, so whole. âYours,â you answer as he pulls out and thrusts back in, somehow deeper this time. Heâs everywhere and heâs everything. âAll yours.â
Logan curses under his breath, panting your name as he sets a brutal pace. âMine,â he growls between placing open-mouthed kisses to the crook of your neck. âAll fucking mine.â His free hand slips between your bodies, finding your clit and drawing tight, rapid circles around the bud.Â
You dig your nails into his suit jacket as he splits you open. You want to feel himâto feel his skin, his chest pressed against yours. But this will have to do for now.Â
âNext time,â he mumbles, knowing exactly what youâre silently asking for. âYou can have more of me next time, okay sweetheart?â
Next time. The words replay in your head as he fucks into you, taking everything you have to give. He knows you so well, already knows every curve and inch of your body, knows your dreams and desires. You fit, like two puzzle pieces, like magnets finally drawing together.Â
His thumb brushes your clit soothingly before pinching roughly, sending a jolt of electricity up your spine. Logan thrusts in and out, his hips snapping against yours, the sound of skin against skin echoing throughout the foyer.Â
âFeels so good, pretty girl,â Logan groans. âSo fucking perfect, so tight.â Your walls flutter around him, and he grunts as you squeeze him. âTaking me so well.âÂ
Youâre already close, every thrust bringing you to the edge, every flick of your clit sending you spiraling. Itâs all too much. And itâs all because of him.Â
âLo,â you whine, his hips rocking into yours, his cock dragging along your walls. âIâm soâŚâ You trail off, squeezing him again, taking him deeper.Â
He moans your name, sinking inside you and pulling back out. âI know, princess, me too,â he murmurs, his pace faltering, his hips sputtering. âCome on my cock, wanna feel it,â he pants. âWanna feel you. Forever.â
And then the tension snaps, heat spilling out of you as Logan thrusts again. Heâs throbbing inside you, close behind. Pleasure pulses through your body, wave after wave. You wrap your legs tighter around Loganâs waist, keeping him close as he spills inside you, filling you up. He chants your name, his forehead pressing to yours, looking deep into your eyes as he comes undone.
Your chests heave together, sharing the same breath. His cock is still inside you. Everything is calm. Quiet. âSo perfect,â Logan breathes, his lips finding yours again. âSo fucking perfect.â He finally slips out of you and sets you down on the ground, keeping your dress bunched up around your waist.Â
He leans over to the side, grabs a paper towel from a conveniently placed nearby roll, and sinks down to his knees. Heâs cleaning you up, taking care of you, wiping away the mess spilling down your legs. He pulls your panties back up and kisses each of your thighs before standing and tossing the paper towel into the garbage by the door.Â
He presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, letting your dress go. He fixes each of your straps, straightening them out, and smooths out your dress. âBeautiful,â he praises, swallowing harshly, as if heâs holding himself back from reaching out and taking you again. Part of you wishes he would.
But he bends over and pulls his pants and boxers up, tucking in his shirt, zippering and buttoning his slacks, and securing his belt back in place. Heâs still a little disheveledâsweat on his brow, his hair out of place. But he looks perfect. He looks just like him.Â
âYou ready to go back out?â He asks, taking your hand in his. You nod and let him lead you outside and towards the tent.Â
You find your seats just as dinner is being served. âWhereâd you two go?â Scott asks, arching a brow.Â
âGot a little too hot,â Logan says, smirking to himself. He finds your thigh under the table, squeezing gently, possessively. âNeeded a break from the heat.â
You hum in affirmation, turning your head towards Logan. You canât help the smile that spreads across your face. âThatâs one way to put it,â you whisper so that only he can hear.Â
He squeezes your thigh again, harder this time. His lips find the shell of your ear as the rest of the table starts up a conversation. âYouâre coming back to my room tonight,â he husks. âGot it?â You can feel the heat rising to your chest as he separates from you.Â
You nod, his hand still on your thigh.Â
âGood, because Iâm not finished with you yet.â
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Isn't She Pretty, Daddy?
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Teacher f!Reader
Summary: You're a little bit worried about one of your brightest students recently, so you call her Dad to come in for a meeting. Her absolutely adorable - and single - Dad.
Warnings: the birds and the bees as explained by a kindergardener. Some angst about being a single parent.
A/N: Here's another entry for @imagining-in-the-margins Kid Fic Challenge! Dad Spencer has my heart, and I've been in a really fluff forward mood this weekend, evidently! I think I have one more Kid Fic left to go before the end of the challenge, but we'll see what the will of the fanfiction gods is...
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If you were to be asked what the hardest part of being a teacher was, you would, without question or even a second to think, have an answer. Parents. The worst part of teaching is talking to parents.Â
Little kids were easy to talk to. They asked questions if they didn't understand things clearly, and they didn't typically say things they didn't mean. Adults were the opposite, and it just so happened that all of your kids' parents were adults.Â
Including your most recent problem child.Â
You were used to the kids in your class having some behavior issues - for one, they were kids, it was to be expected that their little bodies couldn't quite handle all of the emotions they were feeling at once. But you were doubly struck by your school area being close to Quantico, meaning half the kids in your care had families with law enforcement backgrounds.Â
Absent parents plus growing bodies plus normal kid stress equalled attachment issues, and your problem child Harper Reid was one of your more worrying cases.Â
You really hoped everything was okay in the Reid household, so you'd called the little girls parents. She was lovely - honest to god - one of the sweetest little kids you'd ever met.Â
Every day she came to school with some older kids and their mom, carpooling on the way in, so you had yet to meet her parents, but you thought that anyone who could produce something that sweet and cute and brilliant couldn't possibly be a bad person.Â
You didn't know what to expect, so when her little pigtails peaked around the corner and she came running in, you were momentarily filled with anxiety.Â
âMOMMY!â The little girl yelled, launching herself into your arms as soon as she spotted you behind your desk.Â
âHi, Harper! Hi, you must be, Mr. Reid-â
âDoctor, actually, um, but that doesn't really matter. I'm so sorry about this, Harper doesn't usually tackle people.âÂ
The 3ft tall ball of energy had managed to crawl into your lap and wrap her arms around your neck, so you had to pick her up when you stood to greet her dad.Â
âWill your wife be joining us for the meeting today?â You asked, already used to Harper's hugs and general closeness.Â
âOh, no. No, she's not coming. She, uh, doesn't exist. Single father.âÂ
âOh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to assume, it's just not on my files-âÂ
âIt's okay, it's a âŚbit complicated.âÂ
You took your seat at the desk and gestured to the man to do the same. Finally, looking at him for the first time now that some of your anxiety had died down, you couldn't help but think that Doctor Reid was incredibly attractive. It wasn't one part of his face that stuck out to you as being particularly pretty, just the entire ensemble of it together that took your breath away. Either that of Harper was gripping you so tight she was restricting your ability to breathe, and considering a five year old is not a boa constrictor, this was all dad's fault.Â
âSo, you said on the phone Harper's been having some problems at school?âÂ
You snapped your attention back to the issue at hand, searching for the relevant files and pictures you wanted to show the man. Harper turned herself around in your lap and looped her arms around your arm, pulling it in close to use as a pillow.Â
âIsn't Miss Y/N so pretty, Daddy?â You froze and flushed in an instant, suddenly so aware of the man's eyes on you. You weren't sure if you were thankful or even more embarrassed that Harper's dad seemed to be even more flushed than you.Â
âDaddy? Isn't she pretty?â Harper insisted, and you realized that you both weren't going to get out of this without him answering.Â
âYes, angel. Miss Y/N is very pretty.â The little girl smiled in triumph and nuzzled into your arm even more, happily curled up into your lap like a cat.Â
âHey, Harper. We got a new puzzle delivered yesterday. It's got My Melody and Cinnamaroll on it. They're your favorites, right?âÂ
The little girl nodded in glee, eyes shining as she hung on your every word.Â
âHow about you go over to the play area and get it started, and then me and your daddy will come over and help you finish it?âÂ
In a flash, she'd hopped up out of your lap and wriggled away, shouting a quick âYou promised, right?â behind her as she went.Â
âI'm so sorry about that, I don't know what's gotten into her, she's usually very shy and-â
âDoctor Reid, it's fine. That's just why I called you in today. Teachers and parents are a team, right, we work together to make sure the kids grow up well, you don't need to apologize to me for that.âÂ
The man seemed to take a deep breath and nod, to regain his wits about him for a second.Â
âIs she⌠this attached in her regular classes?âÂ
âWell honestly, she was a bit like that at the beginning of the semester, but she grew out of it after a while. In the last week or so, she fell back into it, and now she's calling me âMommy,â too. I was wondering if anything happened recently at home that could've led her in this direction, orâŚâ
The man looked a little bashful, but there was a twinge of sadness in his expression that you recognised all too well.Â
âHarper, uh, doesn't have a Mom. I adopted her, and it's a long story, but... She's been asking me to get her one recently, because she doesn't really understand all that well? I'm sorry, I didn't know she'd do something like this. I should've done a better job at home-âÂ
âDoctor Reid, raising a child is hard. It's so hard that humans usually do it in communities, or at least in couples. You're doing it alone, and Harper is already one of the smartest and most empathetic little girls I know. You're doing your job as Dad just fine.âÂ
The man smiled at you and looked down, quickly wiping away a tear as you gave him a moment of privacy.Â
âSo. If nothing at home set Harper off, we should probably go and ask her why she's calling me mommy, right?âÂ
You stood, and he stood with you, leaving his satchel next to his chair and unbuttoning his jacket.Â
âGreat. Sure, let's go see.â
Walking to the back of the room, you both smiled quietly, looking at the small girl. The 100 piece puzzle you'd guided her to was neatly arranged on the desk, pieces split into edges and centre pieces as she slowly looked at each one with a quietly focused face. Each time she found the piece she was looking for, her smile was bright as she connected it to the small part she was working on.Â
âMommy! Daddy! I can't find the melody's face, can you help me?âÂ
âSure, Harper, we'll help you.â You moved to sit beside her at the tiny desks, giggling when the older Reid on Harper's other side struggled to fit himself in the toddler sized chairs.Â
Harper assigned you roles, and you all started quietly doing your jobs, waiting for Harper to focus again so you could ask her questions without agitating her.Â
âHarper, can you tell your Daddy why you call me Mommy?âÂ
âSure! You're Mommy because I want you to marry with Daddy.âÂ
If you weren't already still flushed from her earlier comments, you certainly were lightheaded with embarrassment now.Â
âHarper, that's not how it works-âÂ
âYes, it is, Daddy! Henry said so. He said his mommy and daddy were sad one day, but then they were together again and they had a big party called a wedding and now they're happy, and that's why we have Michael.â You didn't quite follow from all the names and the story events, but it was evident that Reid did, so you waited quietly for his explanation.Â
âMy friend. Her son was at her wedding a few years back. They have another son who is a couple years older than Harper, they come to school together?âÂ
Your mouth made a small âoâ as you slowly filled in the blanks.Â
âHarper, you want daddy to have a wedding so he isn't sad anymore?âÂ
The little girl gave a big nod and a smile, like she was so happy that she was finally being understood.Â
âMiss Y/N should marry daddy because he thinks she's pretty. Henry said that was important for a wedding, your mommy has to look beautiful.â You made eye contact with Doctor Reid awkwardly as she spoke, both of you looking away for fear of seeing the embarrassment on each others faces.Â
âAnd Miss Y/N wants a baby. So I will be Miss Y/N's baby, so everyone can be happy!â Harper's kid logic was a little hard to find fault with, but you still had to push back a little.Â
âHarper, why do you think I want a baby?âÂ
âAngie asked you, and you said," the girl pouted, almost frustrated woth habing to answer all these silly questions.
"She asked you why you don't have a baby, and you said that you can only have a baby if you're married and that you wanted to have a baby when you were married. So marry my dad, and I'll be your baby!âÂ
Harper's smile was so happy and content that you really didn't want to spoil her dream just yet. You continued putting the puzzle together for a few minutes in silence, the full picture nearly being complete now. Harper seemed to fidget a little in her seat next to you, pushing closer and closer to you before tugging on your sleeve.Â
You leaned down and she whispered in your ear - though you didn't doubt that her dad heard every word.Â
âIf you really want, I'm sure we can get another baby like Henry got Michael. I'll ask my dad, but I think it's allowed.âÂ
The poor man on the other side of the desk had to cover his face with his hands to stop the blush from showing, devolving to just straight up resting his head on the desk when his daughter kept going.Â
âA boy is okay, but my dad doesn't really know about boy stuff. Uncle Derek says that my daddy is just a pretty boy with a book brain. We should get another girl, so daddy can be not worry.âÂ
The more you listened to Harper's adorable family plan, the more you just wanted to squeeze her tight and say yes and give her everything she wanted.Â
âMiss Y/N, once again, I'm so sorry for everything, I'll talk with Harper at home about this.âÂ
âIt's okay, I actually find it all very sweet,â you laughed a little and smiled back at him.Â
âNo, I'm sure your boyfriend would be so uncomfortable if he knew that she was trying to marry you off-âÂ
âDoctor Reid, are you trying to ask me if I'm single?âÂ
The small grin that quirked his lips up was nothing if not unfair. He really was a very pretty boy.Â
âIt was that obvious?âÂ
âYep.â You made sure the âpâ popped a lot as you both shared a small laugh. Harper looked up between you and smiled, too.Â
âSo, can you get married now? Henry said you can do it really quickly, like in Grandpa Rossi's garden, and then you can go and do the secret part at home while Auntie Penny looks after me.âÂ
âSecret part?âÂ
âTo make the other baby, silly!âÂ
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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL â
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PAIRING ⌠franco colapinto x fem!sargeant!reader
SUMMARY ⌠with your brother's seat being taken by your admirer of the past year, you try your best to stay clear, but it's hard when franco is trying so goddamn hard to get your attention [ SMAU ]
WARNINGS ⌠cursing, very minor hate comments
REQUESTED ⌠here!
NOTES ⌠i am NOT fluent in italian or spanish so please correct me if i've messed up on either of them! i count this as the best of both worlds because i love having franco on the grid but i'm missing my goat logan. the faceclaim i've used is marissa long but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)
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yourusername logie, my bestest friend and the best older brother i could ever ask for. i am so so SO proud of you and the journey you have had during your formula one seasons. so many memories have been made, and i know that i will never ever forget the times we spent in the williams paddock, just having fun together (& bullying alex, obviously). the williams social media page won't be the same without me posting slips of you. trust me when i say this isn't the end, but simply the beginning. lots of love always and forever, y/n đ
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yourusername someone hit me up with an italian man please, i love this country
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user4 oh she's taking it
user5 mother as perrrr
user6 the sargeant genetics are LETHALLL
user7 please someone tell me why is she in italy if her brother doesn't drive for williams anymore?
user8 she's the williams social media manager!! she started in the same year as logan x
logansargeant baby sis â¤ď¸
yourusername love you sm đ
francolapinto did you know i'm actually half italian?
francolapinto sei molto bellađđ (you are very pretty)
user9 second year running and he's after y/n AGAIN IM CRYING
user10 after taking her brother's seat too PLEASEEE he has guts i have to give it to him
user11 FRANCO'S COMMENT I'M DYINGGGG
user12 and the way she's ignoring it too oh my days đ it's been a year and he's still on this
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yourusername week off đ
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user16 farm girl???
user17 where is she đđ
yourusername my best friend's farm đ
user18 multi-talented girl fr
user19 she looks like she BELONGS fr
user20 she def doesn't want to go back to the old 9-5
yourusername oh def not
yourbsf my angel đŞ˝đ¤
yourusername best time w you alwaysss đ
francolapinto never wanted to be a goat so badly
user21 I AM PISSING MYSELF
user22 HE IS SO BLATANT AT THIS POINTTTT
user23 @/yourusername PLEASE WE NEED YOUR THOUGHTS ON FRANCO'S COMMENTS
user24 she def won't answer but it's still so fucking funny i can't
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yourusername most beautiful place đ
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user28 beautyyyy
user29 please y/n we need to see your pinterest RIGHT NOW the vibes are everything
user30 okay but...you & franco??
user31 what about letting people have some privacy, hm?
user32 oh wowwww
francolapinto not as beautiful as you đâ¤ď¸
yourusername đ¤Łđ¤Ł
user33 FRANCO YOU DID IT!!!
user34 watch as franco puts y/n noticed x1 in his bio now
user35 THE WAY HE ACTUALLY DID IT. GIRL...
user34 I AM CREASING I CANNOT
lilymhe baby girl đ
yourusername my lilypad i love you to bits!!
logansargeant are you sure you and that lion aren't twins
yourusername i'm thinking we were separated at birth??
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williamsracing and just like that, mr colapinto is a point scorer in formula one, in his second ever race!! congratulations franco, take a bow đđ
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user38 CONGRATULATIONS FRANCOOO!!
user39 big question is...which admin posted this?
user40 one MILLION percent y/n. no doubt about it.
user41 you can tell y/n posted this bc of her signature pink heart HAHA
user42 i just know somewhere franco is kicking his feet and giggling over y/n telling him to take a bow for his performance
user43 oh franco colapinto you have won me over
user44 seeing this and lowkey feeling so sad for logan
user45 no but imagine how y/n must feel?? her brother just leaving and having to post this, she must hate franco right about now
user46 honestly, judging by the post race interview, i think y/n is fine with franco scoring points, tbh!
yourusername đđđ
francolapinto hearts â¤ď¸
user47 I AM SOBBING THIS IS TOO CUTE??
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user48 IS MISS Y/N OUT ON A DATE???
user49 facecard could kill.
user50 Y/N ON A DATE WHO CHEERED
user51 someone check up on franco like right now.
user52 either franco is the guy in the pictures and that's why he's not commenting, or he's entered a depressive state
user53 knowing his dramatic ass it could be either
alex_albon mystery man đđ¤
yourusername shhhh albon
logansargeant i'll fight him if he hurts you đ
yourusername love you too logie đ§¸
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user54 FRANCO CAMEO FRANCO CAMEO THIS IS NOTTTT A DRILL
user55 I AM SCREAMING
user56 alexa play how you get the girl by taylor swift
user57 she's in his hometown...so this serious stuff now
user58 Y/N I LOVE YOU FOR THIS
francolapinto đâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸
yourusername đđ
logansargeant willing to fly out to collect you if i have to đŤĄ
yourusername i promise you i'm fine đ
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francolapinto 1 AĂO DESPUĂS⌠¥¥TENGO A LA CHICA!! ÂĄÂĄVAMOS!! la persona mĂĄs hermosa por dentro y por fuera, con el corazĂłn mĂĄs grande que jamĂĄs haya existido. estoy tan feliz en este momento que las palabras no pueden explicarlo. te amo te amo te amo â¤ď¸ (1 YEAR LATER⌠I GOT THE GIRL!! COME ON!! the most beautiful person inside and out, with the biggest heart that ever lived. i am so happy right now that words cannot explain it. i love you i love you i love you â¤ď¸)
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user59 original y/n franco fans RISE
user60 WE ARE THE REAL WINNERS!!
user61 oh he is in love for real
user62 need someone to love me how he loves y/n
user63 their love is so so special
user64 okay but how's logan feeling about all this...? must be so awkward...
user65 judging by his comment...i think he's doing absolutely fine đ¤Ł
logansargeant hurt her and i'm at your doorstep. đ
francolapinto will never be a problem đŤĄ
yourusername you're the cutest ever
yourusername FRANCO đ¤Łđ¤Ł
francolapinto let me share my love for you, no?
yourusername i wanna kiss you so bad rn
logansargeant keep it pg-13 please.
yourusername logan.
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waking up after a night out drinking in a foreign country only to realise that the bed you're in is not your own. no one is beside you. you try to leave but the doors are all locked. the windows won't open. you're trapped. a pretty bird in a cage.
nothing is in the dressers except large, old shirts. the clothes you were wearing when you woke up disappear after you take a shower. no panties. no bra. food shows up on schedule. you never see who leaves it.
they don't answer when you scream. when you bang your fists against the door until they're bloodied. passing out on the floor when the drugs finally kick in. but the mess you make in the daytime is cleaned up. your hands bandaged. disapproval heavy in the air along with the stale scent of tobacco. smoke.
when you're good, you get things. books. magazines. treats. your favourite food. a laptop arrives when you sob yourself to sleep after screaming yourself hoarse about loneliness, and how this isn't right. this isn't okay. it's restricted, of course. you log into Facebook but the moment you try and ask for help, the internet is turned off. you're being watched. monitored closely.
you learn your lesson slowly, giving nothing away to your family and pretending you're enjoying your holiday. being good. quiet.
instead of treats, gifts, recipe books arriveâsome pages dogeared. you start making the food. leaving a plate in the fridge. it's gone the next morning. more recipes appear. you make them, too. an expensive chain comes next. a pretty gold necklace for a pretty bird in a golden cage.
(each meal gets you a strange rash on your cheek, jaw the next morning. beard burn, you think, and try not to shudder.)
lingerie comes after. silk, lace. all of it fits perfectly. you try to avoid it. the idea, the implication, is a knife between your ribs, but the next morning, your laptop is missing. the books are gone. food, too. your clothes disappear until all that remains is the lingerie set and a little black box. one you pointedly ignore. throw out with the trash. chew on gum to make the ache in your belly go away until that vanishes too.
your world is narrowed down to hunger. loneliness. isolationâ
(in the corner of the rooms, a red light glints in the dark. lonely, but not alone.)
it persists until you relent. give in. another lesson you learn. you wear the set to bed, and try to think nothing of itâ
you wake up to something heavy around you. a warm, thick body pressed against your bare spine. coarse chair tickling the skin between your shoulder blades. a burly arm under your neck, elbow bent to wrap a rough hand around your neck. the other slung over your hip, shoved between your thighs. something hard presses into your ass. a bruising pressure. it aches. you stifle a gasp, but with his long, thick fingers wrapped tight around your throat, he feels it.
everything goes still. quiet. just the faint rustle of sheets. the scratch of coarse hair on silk. a breath. you tremble. fight back another gasp when lips press into your crown with a sharp inhale. scenting you. nuzzling into your scalp. warm breath that smalls of malt and honey. woodsy. tobacco.
your eyes adjust slowly to the dark, and fall on a black box left on top of your end table. velvet, you know. you've felt the softness between your fingers when you threw it in the trash with a sob. no escaping it, after all.
the hand between your thighs twitches. when he speaks, it shudders through your spine, makes your hair stand on end. it's a growling purr. the low roar of an old engine. more grit than comfort in the midnight dark.
"jus' close your eyes, love," he rasps, pushing his thick body tighter against you. coiling around you like a big, hungry bear. "an' go back to sleep for me."
and you do.
#heavily implied somno but im on the fence if Price would follow it through so its vague until i make up my mind about it#kisses his little wife goodbye each morning but sometimes gets carried away :T#captain john price x reader#price x reader#john price x reader#im gonna flesh this out because i love this idea tbh but i needed to get this out or id combust
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hunger / damon salvatore x reader
i'm back !!! I needed to write a damon one-shot while I work on a new fic and this just tumbled right out of me lol
hunger / damon salvatore x reader
word count: 3.1k
warnings: everything??? drinking, swearing, blood sharing, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p-in-v, a tiny bit of degradation?? this is self indulgant filth, seriously 18+ mdni
You ran a hand through your hair as you walked back and forth, unsure of what else to do with the restless energy surging through your system as you tried to fight one of your most basic, primal urges⌠hunger. Your fingers drummed against your thigh as you tried to focus on anything else, find something in your brain worth occupying your mind and switching course from the visuals running through your head. Your recent transition had been a shock to everyone, and Stefan had you on a tight leash to keep you in check⌠and youâd been on board, at first. You never wanted to cause harm, to be the reason someone elseâs life ended, but with the itch in your veins threatening to undo you completely you couldnât really find it in you to care anymore.
You heard your door push open and your head snapped up to see Damon walking in, two glasses and a bottle in his hand with an unamused expression, âif you donât knock it off Iâm going to have to replace the floor,â he said, setting everything on the dresser before pouring two generous cups of bourbon.Â
âNot now, Damon,â you sighed, ignoring him entirely as your feet remained on course.
âWanna talk about it?â he asked and you shook your head.
âNot really,â you said as he shoved a glass in your hand, his eyes telling you to drink which you did⌠all in one gulp and he was a little surprised as he took it to refill.Â
âWell, somethingâs gotta give,â he replied as you finished the second as quickly as the first. âAt this rate the bottle will be gone in a minute and Iâm not replacing original flooring.â He gripped your shoulders, halting your movements and you huffed, looking up at him.
âIâm hungry, Damon,â you said, as if it pained you to do so and he furrowed his brow.
âThe freezer is full- oh,â he cut himself off, realizing thatâs not what you meant as a smirk spread across his features. âYou want your blood at 98.6,â he said and you rolled your eyes, pushing him off you.
âWill you cut it out?â You poured another glass, hoping at some point the alcohol would subdue your cravings but you knew that was about as likely as him leaving you alone, so you tried another angle. âI canât⌠Damon, the blood bags arenât doing it for me, I canât think, I canât sleep⌠will you please take me out?â For a moment you thought heâd say yes, revel in the opportunity to feed with abandon with someone else, but it wasnât that easy.
âNo can do, sweetheart,â he replied and your brows pinched. âIâve got enough on my plate without you losing control and giving me more bodies to deal with.â He was right, there was too much going on and you spinning out wasnât an option, but that didnât make it any easier of an answer to tolerate. He gave you a once over, it wasnât as if he didnât want to take you out⌠he would have loved to, but you were new and he knew you could eventually get to where he was, one day youâd be able to feed and leave them alive with no memory of what had happened, but that day wasnât today, you had a long way to go and he couldnât afford to have you slip up.
But⌠he couldnât afford to have you slip up. One look told him you were wound tight, the diet Stefan had you on was restrictive, never enough to fully satisfy, and the less you drank the tighter you spun, threatening a catastrophic snap he could only assume was looming on the horizon with how frustrated you looked right now. He ran through his options, knowing letting you sit in this hunger any longer would result in a much bigger problem, but the only thing he could think of posed another set of issues and would lead to him teetering on the edge instead of you.
He let out a sigh, closing the distance between you and plucking the glass from your hands to discard on the dresser and you looked up at him questioningly, the invasion of space catching you by surprise. His normally bright eyes were dark and swimming with something you couldnât understand, deep blue pools you found yourself getting lost in as you waited for him to say something. âYou need to feed,â he said and your eyes fluttered shut just at the thought.
âI need to feed,â you whispered and he nodded, catching your chin between his fingers and forcing your head back up when you tried to look down and the action had your breath catching somewhere in your throat.Â
âYou still havenât felt it, have you?â he asked, voice low and you shuddered. âWhat itâs like to sink your teeth into somethingâŚâ you shook your head, Stefan hadnât allowed you to drink anything that didnât come from a cup. âPoor thing,â he chuckled, he could feel the tension radiating off you in waves, you were practically shaking beneath him as you fought to retain your grip on your sanity, on your control.
âDamon,â you sighed, eyes pleading and he just smiled as he gripped your hand and brought it up to his neck, the pulse beneath your fingers driving you wild.Â
âWhen you feed you have to be careful⌠if you bite just along here,â he said, dragging your fingers along the vein, âyou can control the flow. It doesnât have to be messy,â he explained and you couldnât tear your eyes away from the subtle way his skin moved with each beat of his heart, the sight bringing the veins beneath your eyes to the surface, your fangs descending.
âDonât fight it,â he said, noticing you trying to rein it in, and you were having a hard time focusing on anything with the way his hands were trailing up your arms, pulling you closer. âGo on,â he tilted his head just slightly, âgive it a try.â he encouraged and this pulled your focus, eyes snapping to his as you tried to ascertain if he was being serious. You had a lot left to learn, but blood sharing was personal, and you knew that⌠but all you saw in those dark blue eyes was a fire simmering beneath the surface you were sure was a mirror image of your own.
You slowly reached onto your tiptoes, as if he were a deer in the woods threatening to startle and bolt, but the closer you got the harder it was to resist, anticipation burning through your veins at the prospect of giving in. Your fangs were tentative as they broke the skin just where heâd indicated, but the first drop of blood immediately made you feel dizzy and intoxicated⌠It wasn't enough. You quickly grew feverish, your hand wrapping around his throat as you surged forward, crashing into the wall behind you and he let out a grunt as his back collided with the hard surface, pinned in place as you fed.
âThere you go⌠thatâs it,â he said, leaning back as he relaxed and let you take what you needed. His arm snaked around your waist while a hand brushed the hair from your face, cradling the back of your head as warm blood radiated through your body. A soft groan fell from his lips as you drank from him, and the sound elicited an unexpected reaction from you, your hand tightening around his throat and your body pushing flush against his and despite everything in you telling you to continue, you forced yourself back knowing if you didnât stop youâd bleed him dry.Â
Your eyes were wild and satisfied as they met his, and he dragged his thumb across your bottom lip, collecting the remnants and you were almost surprised when your lips wrapped around him, ensuring you didnât waste a single drop. His smirk returned when he felt your tongue slide across his skin, âbetter?â he asked and you nodded, keeping him in your mouth for maybe a second longer than you needed to. The air was charged between you, youâd just crossed a line in the sand and you wanted to push a little further, go a little fartherâŚÂ
Part of him knew he should put an end to this⌠stop before it went any further. He knew it before heâd even offered up a vein for you, he knew as soon as he did heâd be teetering on this ledge and he didnât have that much self control when it came to you. Perhaps, if he really analyzed the situation, he knew somewhere in the back of his mind why youâd been so worked up, he knew what you needed and instead of letting you wreak havoc on the blood cooler he let you push him against a wall and take what you wanted, he let you feed from him in the most intimate way he could think of.Â
And when you were looking up at him like that, eyes mischievous and holding an unspoken challenge with his blood still on your plump lips, who was he to resist? Your chest was heaving with anticipation as you waited for him to do something, anything, and the movement was so fast you almost didnât register his hand curling around your throat, flipping you around and slamming you against the wall with such force you were sure youâd be dead if you were human. Your gasp of surprise was swallowed by his mouth on yours, searing and frenzied as he connected your lips and kissed you with a hunger that rivaled your own only moments ago.Â
You both fought for dominance, neither one of you willing to submit just yet but you were outmatched⌠he grabbed your wandering hands and pinned them above your head, grip so tight you whined as he kissed down your neck, biting into you the same way youâd done with him and you couldnât help the moan that fell from your lips as he did. Your hips rolled forward and feeling his hardening length against you gave you the surge of confidence you needed to break your hands free, sliding down his chest to pull his shirt apart, buttons flying and clattering against the floor as you pushed the fabric over his shoulders.Â
His lips were greedy across the expanse of your chest as he nipped and sucked the soft skin, tearing your shirt to shreds as he pulled it from you, a mess of fabric in your wake as you surged forward and pushed him into the wall opposite you, regaining your upper hand. Glass shattered on the floor around you as the force rattled the dresser but you couldnât find it in you to care what had broken as your hands pulled his belt free, fingers quickly undoing the button as you sank to the floor and pulled his jeans with you.
His length stood erect in front of you and you were quick to take him in your mouth, focusing your tongue on his swollen tip as your hand worked what didnât fit, and you couldnât help but moan around him at the groan that fell from his lips, âsuch a good girl,â he cooed, his sweet words undercut by the harsh hand in your hair gripping and pulling you closer, forcing you to gag around him and the sensation had his head falling back against the wall. Tears sprung to your eyes at the sharp pain in your scalp and the way he was hitting the back of your throat, but all you could focus on was the throbbing between your thighs and he didnât miss the way you clenched them together, desperate for friction.Â
You were quickly on your back, too caught up in the moment to bother moving to the bed and you pushed glass aside as he settled between your legs, tearing your underwear off and diving in like a man starved and you could feel his smirk against you at your surprised moan, head hitting the floor as your back arched in pleasure. He switched between your clit and your entrance, not giving either attention long enough to give you what you really needed, and you whined as your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging harshly.
âDamon, please,â you sighed, hips bucking against his face and he focused his attention on your sensitive bundle of nerves, tongue expertly working you up as you shamelessly moaned his name. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew with the way you kept slamming each other against walls and the floor, the breaking glass, and the sounds falling from both your lips someone might come to make sure you were alright, but you couldnât find it in you to care⌠not when he felt as good as he did between your legs.Â
Your moan changed in pitch when he slid two fingers into your entrance and it went straight to his cock, his head swimming as he watched you come close to falling apart above him. When he crooked his fingers just so your grip in his hair tightened, pulling him closer as you started to grind against him, âfuck, just like-â you were cut off by your own moan when he started massaging that spot inside you, legs trembling as you careened off the ledge. His touches remained merciless as pure euphoria surged through your veins, your head cloudy as your body trembled.Â
âSo fucking beautiful,â he muttered against you, kissing his way up your body and you tugged him closer to reconnect your lips, tongues swirling against each other as you tasted yourself on him. His hands felt greedy and possessive as they roamed over you, gripping tight enough to leave bruises that would heal before they even had a chance to form, and it was as if neither of you could get enough. You pushed forward, tugging him up with you and all but throwing him onto the bed and his smirk was devilish as he watched you crawl on top of him.
He looked like he was about to say something but you didnât give him the opportunity as you kissed him, rough and demanding as your hips settled above his, hand reaching between you to line him up at your entrance and you both let out groans as you took him inch by inch. The stretch was sweet, filling you almost to your breaking point as you settled fully and started to roll your hips against him, shuddering at the feeling.
âFuck,â he moaned as you started to bounce up and down, setting an unforgiving pace and you felt like you could feel him everywhere, every nerve ending radiating with fire. He sat up to wrap his arms around you, hips bucking to meet yours in a way that had your head rolling back and he took the opportunity to sink his teeth into your neck and you had never felt pleasure like this before. His hand was firm around your throat as your body shook with each thrust and soon you were boneless in his lap, only able to hold yourself upright as he drank you in.Â
When he pulled back you licked along his lips, face changing at the taste of blood and he swore heâd never seen anything sexier. Neither of you was going to last much longer, not like this, and he delivered a rough smack to your ass that had you whining and rolling against him. âOh my god,â you breathed out, letting your forehead fall against his and he smacked again, gripping the tender skin, âDamon-â you tried, but nothing would come out.
âWhatâs that, sweetheart?â he teased, gripping your hair and pulling you back to look at him, âoh, look at you⌠all cock drunk and fucked out,â he teased and you had nothing to say as a firm thrust had you seeing stars. You buried your face in his neck, fangs sinking into his skin as you felt your release barreling towards you, the mixture of blood and his steady thrusts too much to bear and a streak of red trailed down your body as you came, only able to shout his name as you cried out.
Your grip on him was maddening, pulling him right over the edge with you as you milked him for everything he had, and when you both slowed to a stop you were having a hard time catching your breath, your mind floating somewhere above you as you tried to return to your body. You felt his tongue along your chest, cleaning up your mess as you leaned back and he tried to commit the sight to memory⌠your hair wild, cheeks flushed, and skin dewy as blood lingered along your skin.Â
You still werenât fully with him, stuck in a haze as you felt him whisk you into his bedroom, and into the bathroom and it wasnât until you were under the stream of water with him that you hummed contently against his lips as he kissed you softly, âthere she is,â he chuckled.
His hands were delicate as they roamed you, and yours slid down the front of his chest as you looked up at him, doe eyed and happy. âThat wasâŚâ you trailed off, unsure of what word to use to fully sum it up and he placed another soft kiss on your lips.
âEverything you ever dreamed of?â he provided and you laughed as you swatted his chest.Â
âHush,â you replied, feigning annoyance but you didnât have it in you to feel anything other than bliss. The rest of your shower was spent with wandering hands and sweet kisses, a stark contrast to how rough and domineering youâd been with each other and when he pulled you into bed and wrapped himself around you, you looked up at him as your fingers trailed along his chest absentmindedly.
âWhat are you thinking about?â he asked, and you flushed slightly under his gaze.
âIt was more than I dreamed of,â you answered, and he raised a brow in question. âI havenât⌠I hadnât done that since turning, I didnât know it could be like that,â you explained and realization passed over his features.
âMy god,â he chuckled, âno wonder you were wound so tight.â His hand on your back was comfortable, holding you tight against him as he rubbed soothingly, âweâll go on a little trip this weekend,â he said as you rested your head on his chest.
âA trip?âÂ
You felt him nod, âaway from all the chaos here⌠weâll find you some warm bodies and Iâll teach you how to do it the right way, you donât have to live a life of blood bags forever.âÂ
âI donât know, you seemed to do the trick,â you teased and he laughed.
âSweetheart, you have no idea what youâre missing.âÂ
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Okay so I was gonna ask about a MM fic but I saw you do werewolvesâŚ.
Maybe a witch is doing a ritual under the full moon in the forest? Maybe it feels so good that the werewolf just needs to keep fucking youâŚ
Iâm an extremely shy person and have no idea on how to request but I just have a BIG thing for werewolves so pretty please
Absolutely!
M!werewolf x human!witch!reader
Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, reader is AFAB, Cunnilingus, degradation and praise, breeding kink, reader is very okay with it, but still dub/non-con, cursing, kidnapping, not proof read
This was not, how you were expecting this night to go, face down ass up in the dirt as the panting werewolf man above you tried his best to move your restrictive clothing, one large hairy paw-hand keeping you still. The full moon was high above you and you could see your crystals and herbs for your ritual spilled before you.
âYouâre practically begging for it, you know? Pretty little thing like you coming into the woods as if youâre not going to get fucked.â The werewolf says, your attention snapping back to him, he must have had enough of the struggle game because he finally ripped everything from the waist down off, you feel a rush of cold air and shiver, feeling your nipples harden a bit as your blood rushes through your veins in a perverse mix of fear and arousal, the smell making him groan as he nudges his face forward, taking a deep whiff of your cunt and letting out a growl that went straight to your core. Youâre notâŚ. Into this⌠are you? No absolutely not! Youâre just frustrated⌠itâs just been a while since-
A gasp is pulled from your lips as you feel his warm, rough tongue lap at your folds, you can feel the small puffs of hot air coming from his nose as he laps at you, a few whines escaping him.
âYou just keep getting wetter and wetter, do you like this, having your gorgeous pussy eaten by me?â He asked tauntingly, he knew you wouldnât answer but he didnât care, you didnât know it yet but you would he his mate, his pretty little witch. He gives another long lap before finally plunging his tongue in your hole, swirling around and making you moan softly, embarrassment flooding you, his tongue was bigger and thicker than any human manâs tongue after a while he pulls back from your cunt with a squelch and gives a deep chuckle as he grabs your hips tighter and forces you on your back so youâre looking up at him, he smiles down at you, sharp canines glistening in his half wolf-half man form.
âFuckin hell, princess, I canât wait to give you my knot⌠I bet youâll take it so well, huh?â He growls and you nod slowly, he raises an eyebrow before he leans down, licking your neck softly as he inhaled your scent before finally ripping your top off, he wastes no time running his tongue all over your nipples, letting out soft pants and whines as he did, it wasnât long until you felt his cock poking at your entrance before he ran it through your folds a few times, growling as he did,
âFuck Iâm not even inside ya yet and you feel amazing.â He huffs out, your face flooding red as he spits on his cock and pushes the tip to your entrance, you can feel his large, hairy paw like hands pressing right above your womb as he enters you, the sensation of being filled and the pressure causing your breath to hitch a bit, he moved his thumb down and made lazy circles on your clit, mumbling curses and praise under his breath. You could feel his dick twitching and throbbing inside you, begging for some friction. You gave your hips a small roll and he snapped, growling as his hand flew to your throat, pining you as his other hand lifted your hips and began to pound you.
âI was gonna be gentle⌠but if you want to act like a whore Iâll fuck you like one.â He says but you donât entirely hear him youâre too focused on the feelings. Him filling you, cock pressing against your cervix with every thrust, his thumb tracing your clit, and his hand wrapped firmly around your throat making everything feel more intense. Finally he pulls his hand off your throat, air flooding your lungs as you cough and sputter a bit making him laugh, you feel a dizzy rush and stare at the spinning wolf man above you, feeling a familiar tug building in your stomach. Youâre so close already, heâs filling you in ways you didnât think could happen.
âGod fucking damnit,â he says as his claws dig into your hips a bit, âYou feel so good⌠look at you taking me so well.â He says, gripping the back of your thighs and pushing them back, giving you the perfect view of his cock stretching you out, you can already see it beginning to swell at the base and you bite your lip, he rubs your clit a bit faster and the tension finally snaps, your orgasm running through your body as he continued to pound you, you hear him growl as you tighten around him, after a few seconds you feel his knot pressing against you.
âCâmon⌠take my knot, little witch, take my pups.â He growls into your ear, still pounding your sensitive and overworked cunt, you felt your eyes roll back as his knot popped in, stretching you impossibly full before he finally gave one last thrust, filling you with his first load of the night.
âFuck, fuck yes, little mate⌠you did so good⌠such a good girl.â He says, his tongue lapping at your back as he wraps his arms around you.
âWeâll be stuck with you on my cock for a bit, pretty girl.â He says, standing up as he used his hands under your ass to keep you balanced and close to him, now that he quite literally had you trapped on his cock you couldnât run as he took you to a small cabin, you doubt youâd be let to leave anytime soon though.
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