#//sleep position - the somersault

[simiansmoke]

"...!" He rolls over a few times back and forth before ending up with his thumb in his mouth and his feet up over his head and planted to the ground in a 'canopy' over the face situation. Don't ask. He's comfy despite the fine layer of dust in his fur from rolling around.

[andraxicated]

Absolute Threshold

Pairing: Sylus x f! reader

Synopsis: Sylus shows you how grateful he is that you'll carry his child

tags: nsfw | in this house we crave baby daddy! sylus | p in v | oral sex | pregnancy | dirty talk | every filthy shit my cooch can think of | nicknames | non-accurate pregnancy sex cause idk i'm not pregnant |

a/n: i came back from the dead pt. 500 and i totally forgot how to write.

inspired by the manhwa of the same name

Sylus—this man—never fails to give your heart somersaults in a bad way. The first one was when you thought you killed him by being forced to pull the damned trigger, and you thought his blood was on your hands now. The second one was being in the presence of meetings gone wrong where you swore he would've killed everyone in that room if you weren't there. And you can't seem to find a third one because it goes on and on. Living life with Sylus has put you on edge, and sleeping with him made the anxiety grow ten times bigger.

Especially when said man's baby is growing inside you.

You pace around the room, wearing nothing but his shirt and a panty just because it's comfy. Yet you know better than to let him catch you like that because you won't be leaving the bed 'til morning. You groan, clutching the pregnancy test and hospital results in your hand, wishing they would somehow disappear or just be a prank the twins did.

The door opens to reveal Sylus, just as expected, but with blood all over his body. The stench of blood hits you, and you fight back the urge to hurl at the wrong moment. You dash to his figure and shakily approach him, not knowing what to do but to stand uselessly as his scars slowly disappear and his wounds regenerate.

"Oh, you're here," he says as if he didn't know you came.

"Sylus. What happened?" you ask, your voice hoarse as tension dissipates from your shoulders. He rolls his shoulders and heads over to the bed, plopping down with his arms behind him. He smirks as his gaze scans over your figure, and you find yourself using your arms to hide your lower body. Sylus pulls you to him as he lays you down, adjusting your positions so your back faces his chest. 

“Just another day of being the leader of Onychinus,” he says as his finger plays with the band of your underwear. You prepare yourself for the onslaught of his fingers on your pussy, but he suddenly moves upward to grip your breasts under your shirt—his shirt. 

He inhales and sniffs at your neck, engraving your scent in his mind as he grinds on your ass from behind. You were about to lose yourself in his touch until you remembered what you came here for. 

“Sylus wait!” You sit up and fix yourself; the man behind you starts doing the same as confusion settles on his face. You turn and hold his hand, gulping down every nervousness that threatens to take over your mind. You knew you needed to spit everything out and rip it like a band aid before you spiraled with anxiety. 

Sylus waits for you to speak, but it's clear that his patience is running thin. He tsks “What is it now that you have to hold my hand? Were you that lonely when I left?”

You look at him and take a deep breath, trying your best to push everything out, and say, “Sylus, I'm pregnant.”

His stare blanks with silence, and suddenly he pulls you into his arms, his long limbs covering you completely as he gently pats your head. Something about his comforting touches brings you to tears. He pulls back to wipe at your face, kissing the tears away and showing his soft side that's only for you. 

“Do you want this?” He asks the important question with furrowed brows. And when you said “yes,"  that was the moment he allowed himself to be happy and break a small smile.

He shows his gratitude by whispering sugary words to your ears, kissing down your neck as he continues his earlier ministrations to your breast. He plays them softly in his large palms, making sure not to go too hard on your sensitive peaks. He growls as he imagines them growing throughout your pregnancy, hard on rising from the thought of your already perfect body undergoing changes. He thinks it isn't so bad after all.

“Sylus! Mmmh!” He swallows down your moans with his lips, hungrily devouring you. He feels like he can't get enough of you—a prize for all the shitty things he had to go through in this life. Even better that you came to bear the fruits of his cum releasing inside you.

He pulls away to give you a reprieve as you suck in all the air you can. Sylus’ crimson eyes were feral as he took in your pretty face. You looked like a debauched goddess, and he intended to make it a sight every day. 

“Sit on my face, kitten,” he commands with a gruff voice, and you snap your head in shock. Mouth open, unable to take in what he had said. You were taking too long to act, so Sylus decided to pull you on top of him, positioning you to slide off your underwear completely and baring your beautiful cunt for him to look up to. It was so lewd compared to the things you've done, causing you to clench at nothing, and you swore his eyes gleamed dangerously if he did catch it.

“Spread your legs more,” he says, and without warning, pushes your body on him to latch his tongue on your hole, his nose catching on your clit causing you to squirm in his hold and clench on the muscle flicking inside. Sylus felt you were tense, so he had to pull away and slap your pussy, giving jolts of pleasure as his words went from one ear to another.

“Relax and let me eat your pussy. You need to get stretched open.” He continues kitten licks outside the hole, stretching it open to make way for his tongue to taste your essence. 

You feel him deeply buried, his face lewdly pressed against your pussy; the feeling of putting weight on his face has you heating up in embarrassing pleasure. “No more! Nghh-stop!” 

“You say that but you keep grinding your pussy to my face.” He trails sloppy kisses into your hole like the menace he is to prove a point. “It’s like you're in denial that you get off on this.” 

"No, 'm not!” You whine, and Sylus just chuckles deep within your pussy, sending vibrations down your spine to which you arch. He flattens his tongue to lick two long stripes before french kissing your tight hole, pushing in two fingers as a surprise and to play with your clit. Your legs shake as you grip his hair, using his face like a toy to chase your high. His nose repeatedly bumps in you, a toe-curling addition to the pleasure building up.

You went jaw-slacked back arched as you cum on his mouth, Sylus enjoying the clean-up of the mess you made. His tongue was a little less wild as he left butterfly kisses on his favorite part of you.

He wipes his chin with the back of his hand before letting you off and settling you down gently on the bed. Sylus smirks with his glistening face, shining with the juice that came out of you. He taps his crotch and raises a brow. “Do you want to suck me off?” You nod, and he pulls you in for a quick kiss, his fingers threading once through your hair like a master to his kitten. “Good girl, I knew you would say that." Then he presses the leaking cockhead to your lips, the mere action sending sparks throughout your body at how lewd your position was. 

He could see your ass up trembling due to your weakening legs as you started taking him in your mouth. The stretch was quite uncomfortable due to his large size, but the delicious feeling of his heavy member was enough to keep your head going. You direct your eye upwards at Sylus while making slow strokes, trying your best to fuel the expressions he was making. He had his sight locked on you, eyebrows together in pleasure,  making sure to take a mental picture of your lip circled on his cock and your ass up in the air.

'Fuck!” He groans and throws his head back, hissing as you try to take him all in and make yourself choke on his dick. Sylus wanted to push your head towards him and fuck your mouth roughly just as he used to, but he knows you’re in a delicate condition that requires less manhandling. So he resorts to light thrusts to help you take him in, making you tear up a little than full on sobbing with muffled cries on his cock.

Sylus could feel his high coming, so he pulled you away as you gasped for air and coughed. You engage in a messy kiss, spit stretching between you as he suddenly positions you above his raging member. It was red and angry, very eager to cum inside the pussy it belonged to.

“W-wait! I’m not sure-Hahhh!” You scream as his thickness penetrates your small hole before stretching out your walls. Your arms lay limp behind his shoulder as he holds your hips and starts to thrust upward to meet your spot. Your earlier wetness creates squelching sounds against his upper thigh, a reminder of the pace he set in destroying your pussy. 

“B-be careful!” You whine, trying to match his pace in going down on him, but he was far too vigorous in his actions that all you can do is moan prettily and take his cock. The girth and the veins graze on your wet walls as Sylus takes in a tit from your mouth, sucking like he’d get milk from it. You couldn’t help but comply with his whims, pushing his mouth further into you as you let him indulge and switch between the two mounds. He licks the sensitive buds and sucks lightly, finishing off with butterfly kisses that have you tightening in response. 

“Need to stretch you out for our baby.” He pants, pistoning his mushroom tip in a spot that makes your legs shake and your body keel over. “You can take it like a good kitten.” Sylus’ thrusts repeatedly hit your gspot, driving you to the edge every time you jolt upwards from the force. His dick slips out from the continuous ramming, and you whine, making an effort to grab the length and put it back inside before he does. 

“Daddy, please movee” You moan as he breaches your entrance once more, and Sylus lets out a breathy laugh as he watches your pathetic attempt to get filled. 

“You love cock that much?” He glances down at where he meets you and sees the way his dick disappears to make a bulge on your lower abdomen. His crimson eyes glow dangerously as he puts in more power in working you open, balls hitting your soft ass as you start to chase your high by synchronizing with him.

“Mhmhm! Only yours~Ah~” You slur over your words in a cockdrunk haze, trying your best to ride him despite the obvious exhaustion in your bones. You feel like passing out, but you fight to stay awake just to feel the warm seed that knocked you up in the first place. You just love Sylus’ cum too much, love how he only does it for you.

“That’s my girl. Letting me fuck her and cum inside raw just because she loves my cock,” he says in a low voice, his pace going fast as you tremble in his arms. Sylus could feel the release building up, ready to shoot his load into you. 

“That’s why you got pregnant.” He whispers, grabs the back of your head softly, and exchanges a small moment of eye contact before your lips gravitate towards one another. Teeth clash against tongues, and you feel yourself squeeze against his hard shaft. A few more seconds of hitting the sweet spot, and you pull away to prolong a moan with your mouth agape. 

“Hahhhh! S-so good~” 

Sylus growls loudly from the clenching of your walls as you savor your orgasm. Your breathing was light, and all your muscles relaxed as you coated him in your sticky release. You just let Sylus do his thing, fucking up into you with his fat cock as your head lays on his shoulder, your mind cloudy from his nonstop onslaught. When you caught sight of his sweaty face, it was very clear that he was starting to struggle because of his impending orgasm. 

Your hand suddenly went to his neck, squeezing a little just to see his face when he cums with your hand on his. Then, as his hips faltered to still, you whispered "cum" just as Sylus let out a guttural moan with his head thrown back and eyes closed. You let go of the pressure on his neck and flinched at his warm cum filling you up and dribbling down between your thighs. He thrusts softly at the last of its spurts, making sure you’re all plugged up with cum before kissing you and exchanging saliva. 

Between those kisses were giggles that came from your lips, and Sylus couldn’t help but mirror the smile on your face. He spanks your ass playfully before making you look up to him. “Who told you that you could touch my neck? You’re being a very bad kitty.”

“This bad kitty has to carry a child for nine months. You’ll live if I choke you a little.” You jest before giving him a peck and resting in his arms. His hand goes to your tummy and rubs it as exhaustion lulls you to sleep. 

[sturnmeovr]

♡‧₊˚ Babydaddy!Chris x Sweetheart!Reader - Delusional

Part Two

🎵 Spread Thin - Mariah the Scientist

The warm morning sun peered thru the bedroom curtains; you blink a few times in an attempt to adjust your eyes to the bright light. Knowing Chris usually sleeps in late with you, you roll to his side to fling an arm around him, only to realize he had already woken up and got out of bed. A small groan leaves your lips, not getting your morning cuddle session in with your babydaddy gave you a bad start to your day. Your son was already doing somersaults and backflips in your womb, letting you know he was awake and as active as he could be.

The cold hardwood floor sends shivers up your spine, your sleepy daze fogging your brain as you make your way out of the bedroom and down the hallway. You could see Chris lazily slumped across the couch with his back facing you, one hand stuffed in a bag of chips while the other held his phone. Being the sweet – yet naive – girl you were, you saw it as the perfect opportunity to pull a cute little jump scare prank on your boyfriend. You watch him like a hawk as his thumb dances across his phone screen, making sure you’re light on your feet as you tiptoe toward him. 

Just as you’re about to close in on him like a lion with its prey, his phone chimes, indicating a text was sent. Your eyebrows crunch in confusion as he sits up, freeing his other hand to type a quick reply. Uncertainty buries itself deep in your gut and your intuition makes you take a few steps forward to get a clearer view at who Chris was texting. 

You had no idea how you were pulling off being so quiet. You were nearly in your third trimester; pregnancy obviously came with weight gain, so you weren’t exactly light on your feet to say the least. Clumsiness was blessed upon you at a young age and your baby bump didn’t do you much justice these days. All you knew was – you were bound and determined to see who the hell your babydaddy was texting. No matter how hard you squinted, you couldn’t make out the name. A little voice in the back of your head kept telling you to take a step closer, finally being able to focus on the name written at the top of the screen, when the realization bestows itself upon you; he wasn’t texting anyone familiar. Before you found out you were pregnant, there were a few incidents where other females had slid in your direct messages on Instagram, coming to you as a ‘woman’ about your boyfriend's shitty behavior. Granted, he had been on his best behavior the last seven months – or so you thought.

Your heart falls to the pit of your stomach as you watch him sneakily type a reply into his phone, letting out an uneasy breath. It must’ve been a bit too loud because Chris lifts his head, turning around to face you. His mouth gapes open, astonishment spreads across his face as he realizes he’s caught in the act of texting another bitch that wasn’t the mother of his unborn. Chris stumbles on his words, “Hey — Hey, Babe?” his cheeks rosy red as he chews on his bottom lip out of nervousness.

“Who are you texting?” you ask, trying to be as nonchalant as possible while a frown pulls at your lips, a mixture of embarrassment and sadness hitting you like a bus. The look on Chris’ face gave you all of the confirmation you needed, there was no doubt he was texting another girl, nothing could convince you otherwise. You watch as he jumps up from his seat, pressing the lock button on his phone in a rush and stuffing it into his pants pocket. You position all your weight on your left side while rubbing a hand over your bump, sucking your teeth as if you were rushing an answer out of him, “nobody just someone asking for a collab. I’d have to talk to Matt and Nick about it first,” he stumbles over his own words, making it nearly impossible to believe the bullshit excuse he made up off the top of his head. It had always been clear he was a horrible liar, but this was an all-time low for him. 

You furrow your brows together, letting him know you called bullshit before opening your mouth to speak, “yeah — and who was that?” The last year and a half you had been with Chris, you became accustomed to his sneaky ways. A lot of the time you felt like you were playing detective, constantly poking and prodding him with questions just to get the truth out of him. You watch him shake his head, “nobody important — probably won’t end up going thru with it anyways,” his eyes not meeting yours one time. 

“Let me see,” you tell him, holding out your hand like an angry mother who was confiscating her middle schoolers phone. Chris’ face crunches in confusion, his brows knitting together much like yours were, “why?”

Going thru his phone was something you had only done a few times before and each it led to uncovered lies, days of crying, and treacherous heartbreak. You had been in this situation before, his reluctance to hand over his phone gave you all the confirmation, not that you didn’t have it already. If it was the other way around, he wouldn’t even have to ask to go thru your phone. Your password was your due date which he knew very well. Your heart thumps in your chest and you try to muster up a response, an argument was the last thing your emotions could handle but you knew deep down it needed to be addressed. You didn’t deserve this. You shrug your shoulders at him, “I’m not dumb Chris,” tears brim the waterlines of your eyes as you let out a staggered breath.

Chris stares at you from across the couch, not knowing if he should run to comfort you or stay frozen in his place, continuing to play dumb like he did last time he was caught red handed. He immediately regrets the next sentence that falls from his mouth, “Sweetheart, you’re being delusional,” his phone vibrates in his pocket, sounding off another notification alert. Your eyes drifting down to his pocket and back up to him, “I’m not texting any bitches — honest!” he lies thru his teeth, not daring to make eye contact with you.

“Chris, I’m due in twelve weeks” your voice thick with emotion as you blink back the tears fighting to be set free, “you think now is the right time to lie to me?” You don’t let him get out another word before you spin on your heels and march to his bedroom. His footsteps echo off the hardwood floor, letting you know he was quickly in tow behind you, “baby – wait!’ you hear him call after you before slamming the bedroom door, making sure to lock it behind you. Chris stands on the other side, his face pressed against the door as he knocks repetitively, trying desperately to plead his case as you shove random clothes into a duffel bag, "sweetheart — c'mon, please open the door," you ignore him, alternating between ordering an uber and texting your best friend to let her know you’d be staying at her house for a while. You weren’t letting Chris talk his way out of the trouble he caused this time — he had no excuses.

wc - 1262

♡‧₊˚ I put out a poll the other day asking if you guys wanted this or Brat and Neighbor!Matt's first interaction. They results were pretty close, but the angst won lol. I didn't want it to be too angsty because there's more to come, obviously. My heart aches for sweetheart but I'm glad she's standing her ground. Let me know what you guys think?!

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[freshxsturniolo]

4th July - FINAL PART - chris sturniolo x reader

life with chris had been a bundle of joy, as you knew it would be. his energy had only projected onto you and it was hard to not match his energetic and talkative self every time you were around him, which was admittedly a lot. your little happy bubble since he asked you to be his girlfriend a couple of weeks ago had only bought out a side to you both that you didn't even know was there.

you had spent everyday with him since, even though the two of you had busy schedules you made sure to slot in time for each other each day. you had also become insanely close with nick and matt, which was everything to you. you could roll up to their house whilst chris was busy with meetings and sit and chat to the both of them for hours, or you'd happily pull matt out for coffee in a morning when chris was still sleeping.

you felt your relationship growing stronger, everything around you both aligning.

as you sit on madisons sofa now, curled up against chris' side with music on in the background as everyone around you chats about everything and anything, you can't help but feel a surge of emotions you'd never felt before. you didn't want to say you loved chris, your relationship was fresh and you were aware that at any moment it could go the opposite direction, but there was definitely something there, bursting to come out.

when you had arrived at madisons house, she had opened the door and greeted you with open arms before she grabbed your hand and pulled you out into the garden where the three triplets where, with some other of madisons family and friends.

"its so lovely to meet you, i've heard so much about you over the past couple of weeks" madison had winked, and you had rolled your eyes before blushing slightly.

"he is a yapper" you laughed, playing it off cool whilst deep down your stomach was doing somersaults.

the minute chris had seen you, he had come running over. scooping you up in his arms and lifting your feet off the floor. you heard madison giggle at the side of you, and a whooping hallow from either matt or nick, but you had ignored it all as your wrapped your arms around chris' neck, giggling in his ear as his arms wrapped tightly around you. when he put you back down, he didn't waste no time before he planted a strong kiss on your lips.

"you came" he smiled.

you side eyed madison. "for madison" you said, and she had laughed at the side of you.

"put her down lover boy" madison had said, walking over and taking your hand. "shes mine for the evening"

and so you had been. you had played with her dogs, utterly and blissfully in love with them, whilst madison showed you around her house before the two of you grabbed drinks and sat by her pool. it was another warm day in LA and the sun shone down on all of you, the triplets playing in the pool like little kids.

"so," madison had said when your conversation had died slightly, and you looked towards her with a smile. "you and chris, huh?" she winked, which made you life as you changed your position so you could fully watch him in the pool. he was balanced on nicks shoulders, trying to keep upright whilst dunking nicks head into the water, a muffle of screams coming from them both. you laughed as you watched them both before turning back to madison.

"i feel like we are an extremely unlikely pair, but it just works." you smiled, and madison smiled in agreement.

"you are both so sweet, the love you have for each other is so evident"

your heart stops for a second, and madisons eyes widen when she realises what shes said. "oh my god, im so sorry. i didnt mean to get ahead of myself."

but you laughed. "its totally fine. its still early days but i defiantly feel something for him i dont think i ever have for anyone else."

she smiles now and looks over at the three triplets. "keep hold of that feeling, babe."

and when you turn to look at them to, chris is leaning against the side of the pool, his eyes firmly on you, and when he sees you looking he gives you the warmest smile. a smile you had never seen before, but a smile you could get used to.

so when you're lay against his side some hours later, listening to everyone around you chatter, and he taps your shoulder to pull you outside, you suddenly feel sick.

"are you okay?" you ask, and he laughs, wrapping his fingers around yours as he walks towards the kitchen, before pulling you outside into the evening air. the sun is setting, a perfect glow illuminating madisons garden, and sits down on an empty chair, before pulling you to sit on his lap.

"chris" you giggle as you practically fall down on top of him, before you reposition yourself so you're sitting comfortable. one of his hands around your waist as the other lays against your thigh.

you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning back slightly so you ca see him properly. his hair has curled more than you've ever seen it before from the chlorine in the pool, still slightly wet on the ends, and he looks blissfully tired. dark rims under his eyes, but equally he looks the most beautiful you've ever seen him.

"oh god, are you breaking up with me?" you suddenly say, and he rolls his eyes before leaning forward and planting a kiss on your lips.

"no, pretty girl."

pretty girl. you don't think you'll ever get over the pet name.

"oh, thank god." you chuckle, and he squeezes your thigh.

"i want to ask you something" he says, and suddenly he looks really nervous. looking down at your legs so he can avoid your eye contact. the gesture puts your heart in your throat.

"whats wrong?"

he looks up now and smiles. that same smile from earlier.

"you know how we fly to boston in a few days for our birthday?" he asks, and you smile.

"yes?"

"well, - and i've already spoke to matt and nick because i know you'll tell me you don't want to intrude, and i also know its taras birthday too, so im not expecting you to say yes, but, i wondered if you wanted to come with us?"

your stomach does somersaults. "chris-"

"if you dont want to its fine but, i just checked a minute ago and theres still spaces on the flight, and just ... i want you there."

your speechless for a second, and you can see him searching your face for an answer.

"matt and nick-"

he rolls his eyes jokingly. "they love you, babe. and -"

but he stops himself, looking down at your legs again.

your hearts about to damn near stop.

"and what?"

he looks up at you, the sun bouncing off his face. "watching you with madison earlier. fitting so perfectly with our friends. not being jealous or acting weird that we're friends with her. and, fuck i know its early, but i might just be in love with you. and you don't have to say that back. but i think i am. and i want you to meet my friends at home. i want you to meet nathan. i want you to meet my brother justin, and i want you to meet my mom and dad. they'll love you too and ... just. yeah."

you could cry. you could seriously cry. and as you look over his face, you know your feelings match. you know madisons words earlier are true.

so you say it, its almost a whisper but you say it. "i think i love you too."

his eyes widen, he searches your entire face before his hand leaves your thigh and comes to your cheek. "are you serious?"

and you laugh. "im so serious, chris. i'd love to come to boston."

"oh you're fucking perfect. you're actually perfect"

and then he kisses you. soft, gentle, but with all the passion in the world.

and everything in that moment just felt so perfect. everything in that moment was perfect.

you were completely and utterly in love with chris sturniolo, and you wanted the whole world to know it.

[reiderwriter]

The Thrill of the Chase

Chapter Seven of I Can't Help Myself

Summary: Waking up in Spencer's arms suddenly feels wrong, but you have to convince him everything is fine before your big secret is revealed.

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, morning sickness, and triggers for emetophobia.

A/N: Welcome to Chapter Seven!! It's been a bit of a hectic week for me, so this is a bit of a shorter chapter, but I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far! It's crazy to think there are only three chapters left now!

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When you woke up, you immediately wish you hadn't. 

The comfortable position immediately became a crick in your neck. The warm fuzz of sleep became sharpened memories of the night before. Your bed became Spencer Reid, though of course it did. 

If you were stiff, you were so sure he was. 

While you'd been wedged between his head and his shoulders, fitting nearly perfectly into his shoulder, he'd been forced up against the sofa, head pushed down at an awkward angle as he tried, and failed, to get comfortable.  

You blinked your eyes open and immediately closed them again as you cursed inwardly.  

 You wondered how you were going to extricate yourself from the solid grip he still had on your hips, but you weren't wondering for long.  

Not when the second time opening your eyes had your stomach somersaulting in your belly, a pair of legs or a head or something pushed right up against everything you'd eaten in the last 24 hours. 

You shot up, not caring if you woke him but absolutely caring that you didn't throw up all over him.  

He joked awake and only  really gained full consciousness when you bolted the bathroom door shut behind you.  

He tried his best to shake off that sleepy feeling, the fatigue of sleeping somewhere unfamiliar. For a second, he felt a pang of sympathy for you, having spent a full week sleeping in unfamiliar territory.

Truthfully, he'd been able to sleep just fine on the couch. His back was stiff, but it was nothing like the ache of the solid prison beds. He wasn't alone at least. 15 years with the FBI, and Spencer had seen enough to never want to sleep soundly again, but you had put your head on his chest and he'd gone from horny to humming contented as he slipped into sleep. 

It was his own relaxed state that had his senses sharpening as he heard the tell-tale signs of your morning sickness. You wretched and heaved over the toilet, mostly expelling nothing except all your comfort and joy. 

Whoever said the female body was purpose built for baby making obviously had never been through it themselves, as it seemed your body was more than likely trying to destroy itself to create life. You weren't even sure what was even left in your stomach at this point.

Spencer knocked quietly at the door. 

“Y/N? Do you need something?” He called, resting his still weary head on the door. 

“No.” You called back, tone a lot sharper than you intended. 

“Come on, what's going on in there?” He asked, still calm and content. Your only reply was another dry heave and a shaky sob of pain. 

You heard his footsteps retreat from the door as your head collapsed against the porcelain, and you rode out your pain once again. 

When he returned, his voice was firmer. 

“Y/N, we have a doctors appointment in 45 minutes at a clinic across town. If you can, open the door.”

“No!” You cried, throat closing up in panic as you heard his words. You weren't sure whether to be pissed at his presumption, steam-rolling you into a doctor's visit even though you knew exactly what it was that was wrong with you, or happy that he even cared enough to ask. 

Either way, you hadn't the energy to lift yourself up and open the door for him. 

You laid back on his bathroom floor and closed your eyes, the cool floor wholly more comfortable than the toilet had been.

You didn't get to relish it for long, though, before he had beaten the door down. You barely registered the first shoulder push before the second one carefully carried Spencer into the room.

He took one look at you and lifted you into a sitting position, even as you groaned, your head now pounding.

“Spencer, leave me alone,” you moaned, even as you hugged closer to him. He pulled you up to a standing position but kept his hands locked around yours carefully and walked you out to the front door, effectively marching you to the door before you could even tell him there had been a misunderstanding. 

You came up with every excuse in the book to get out of the car, bit you didn't have the time to utter a single one before he was strapping you in gently, closing the door behind you, climbing in himself and starting the engine.

“This is a misunderstanding,” you said, as your morning sickness began to fade rapidly. Finally. 

“Oh, so you weren't throwing up?” 

“No, I was but-”

“But what?”

“I do it every day,” you said quietly, knowing it was only going to confuse him more. 

“Then we're absolutely going to see a doctor.” 

You said nothing for the rest of the ride there, staring instead out the window as you felt your world implode beside you. 

In the doctors waiting room, Spencer sorted your insurance and medical details, checking boxes and dealing with the desk staff as you sat silently in the corner. 

You knew you couldn't hold off telling him much longer. Your body had already begun changing, stomach expanding just enough to be noticeable now you were approaching five months. It's why you hadn't changed clothes around him, hoping that he'd just assumed the change of scenery and stress had led you to gain some weight.

Still, you didn't want your hand forced like this.

“Miss Y/N,” a nurse asked from the desk, and you instinctively replied “Doctor,” though that really wasn't relevant here of all places. 

You stood, and Spencer stood with you. 

“No,” you said immediately, as he began to march to the doctors office. 

“What?” He asked. 

“Spencer, you…you can't come in with me.” 

“Why not? You're sick, you're suffering, you probably aren't even aware of your symptoms, Y/N. I have to make sure the doctor knows everything so he can accurately diagnose you.”

“Spencer,” you said, closing your eyes as your tone grew angry, attempting to calm yourself down. 

“You are not my father, legal guardian, and you're certainly not my husband. You are a colleague I have been forced to share an apartment with because there is some maniac possibly stalking me, though I haven't heard anything about that in a full week. So,” you said, dropping your voice to a whisper and stepping closer. “Back the fuck off and stop acting like I'm some pet project you have to take care of. I'm not a victim, I can talk to a doctor alone.”

You turned and left him in the waiting room, and went to apologise to the doctor for wasting his time. 

Luckily, the doctor was more than understanding of the situation. Even after you subtly undermined her professionalism by asking she really stick to her HIPAA oaths or whatever and not let on any information to Spencer at all. 

You knew you had to tell him. You were beginning to sound like a broken record in your own head, and you knew it. But you were sure as hell telling him on your own terms. 

“Could I possibly make a quick phone call while we're here?” You asked as the doctor performed a quick check up on your baby. You got the go-ahead and dialled Emily's number immediately. 

“Y/N, hello. What is it, is something wrong?” she asked as she picked up. 

“No, I'm… Emily. I'm going to be honest with you now, and I need your full cooperation. You can't speak a word of this to anyone, especially Spencer.” 

A moment of hesitation on the other line, and then she agreed. 

“I'm pregnant,” you said. “Spencer is the father.”

“I know,” Emily admitted, sighing slightly. 

“Penelope?” You asked, hoping that you didn't have to make another call after this.

“Penelope knows? Irrelevant, sorry. No, there was an ultrasound picture on your desk last week. And I'm good at my job.”

“Is Spencer good at his?” You asked, not sure you wanted a truthful answer. The only thing worse than Spencer finding out you were pregnant by himself was him finding out by himself and not telling you this entire time, his resentment building. 

“Yes. But he isn't good at anything when you're around.”

“He's good at pissing me off,” you scoffed, but it caught somewhere in your throat and turned into a sob. 

“I'm sorry, I just-” you started crying and your doctor offered you a tissue. 

“Y/N, what happened?” 

You explained the morning to Emily. Except that you didn't explain your predicament fully, so you explained your week, and then your month, and then eventually your entire acquaintance with Spencer Reid.

“So, yeah,” you ended, chest still shaking with quiet sobs. 

“What are you going to do?” she asked, and you replied as honestly as you could muster. 

“I don't know.” 

You wiped tears and continued before Emily could say anything else.

“But I need time to think about how to tell him again, and I need space. Can you call him into the office?” 

“He's at the doctor's office with you?” 

“He tried to come into the appointment with me. I yelled at him.”

“You do that often.”

“It's the only thing that works,” you sighed, and continued. “Please, Emily?” 

“I'll call him with an excuse. JJ’s close by, I'll have her come and pick you up while the doctor fills your prescription.”

You smiled and felt the pressure wash off your shoulders as you hung up. 

Then you stepped out of the doctors office and back into the waiting room and were almost knocked back on your ass when you spotted Spencer in the corner of the room. 

He was exactly where you'd left him, bit at some point the waiting room had been populated by young mothers, and Spencer was now animatedly locked in a conversation with a toddling small boy, playing with the toys as he passed the time. 

Your lip wobbled and you almost broke down before he looked up at you and you blinked back the tears. 

He gave you a confused smile, checking that you were okay before you nodded. 

You didn't move to join him, though, and like clockwork, his phone rang. He excused himself, pointing at his phone to let you know where he was going, and you finally breathed easily, knowing that Emily was sticking to her promise. 

[nathaslosthershit]

First Impressions and Poorly Made Assumptions (FC43)

Summary: Franco fell hard and fast for a girl that is actively trying to keep her distance, but she knows she has already lost that battle.

Not many people can say they signed with Williams to join their drivers academy, a contract that would secure a future in F1, and met the love of their life in the same business meeting. But Franco was happy to tell you about it till he was blue in the face.

That is, if he was allowed to tell anyone about it, but alas, no one was to know that Franco had fallen hard and fast for the eldest daughter of Williams legend, Jenson Button. Not even the girl he had fallen for.

Miss. Button wasn’t one for the spotlight. She used to love the attention, but it never managed to be good attention she attracted. 

Her knack for being at the wrong place at the wrong time when it came to reporters and paparazzi finding her far from her best moments had also given her a public image not unlike Jenson ‘playboy’ Button had in the early stages of his career. 

The only difference is that many of those instances made him a bachelor just enjoying his youth and good looks, while they just made her a ‘whore’.

It didn’t help that enough of the bad press caused her to purposefully hide from the spotlight. They only ever saw the bad she didn’t want them to see.

But that had been when she was a teenager. At 21 years old, the public had not gotten more than a small glimpse of her in the background in a while, not since she was accused of sleeping around with the then Williams Academy driver, Logan Sargeant. 

Her and Logan had never done such things. Had there ever been feelings between them, which there had not, being her father’s unofficial mentee meant she wouldn’t have taken a risk in ruining that dynamic for any of them. Her dad loved her more than anything, but he really liked Logan and wouldn’t have been too pleased to have to pick a side. 

The bad press had ruined their friendship, unable to not let the public views of them get in the way, plus with Logan about to secure a spot in the second Williams seat, neither could afford for gossip and rumors to ruin his career so early on. 

Despite how bad Williams publicly handled situations, they did not like any bad press. 

Which is why she handles any work related relationships with care, keeping it completely professional. Unfortunately, keeping it completely professional meant she grew a reputation for being a stuck up bitch. 

She could never win.

The lack of personal relationships at work hadn’t impacted her job before, working in the academy’s media coordination meant she planned things, set them up, and made sure everyone got where they needed to be, but that's all she had to do and she was damn good at it. Even if some of her coworkers were afraid of her, it usually made them easier to work with. But a need for more led her to finding a new position, one that complicated this attitude she had towards her colleges. It would be hard to be a driver relations coordinator when not allowing yourself to develop more than an acquaintance with the drivers. But she was determined to not let it change her ways. 

So when she sat a seat away from the newest academy driver, one that was her age, she tried not to think about how she would be the person in charge of advocating for him, fighting for him, knowing what he was getting and what he needed. She tried not to think about how her job required her to care for his well being. She tried not to think about how the minute she heard him speak in that meeting, her stomach did somersaults. She tried not to think about his brown curls and what it would be like to-

“Um… Miss.Button?” James Vowles said.

“I’m sorry, yes?” she was totally not listening.

“I just thought you would like to introduce yourself to Mr.Colapinto here, as you too will be working closely together during his time at the academy.” 

Before she could begin to make her introduction, the newest academy driver spoke up, “It is very nice to meet you. I was very excited when I heard you would be a part of my team.” 

She wanted to roll her eyes at that. He probably saw what the public saw about her and thought she would be an easy lay. The realization seemed to hurt more than usual for some reason. 

“Yes, well, I would appreciate it if you didn’t make my job harder.”

The room seemed to laugh at this, but she was not joking. 

As everyone packed up after the meeting, as all her colleagues talked about their day and made plans after work, she pretended to busy herself on her computer so as to not draw attention to the fact that no one would talk to her, focusing on maintaining a cool and uncaring demeanor. 

When she finally left the room, a few minutes after the last person cleared, she was startled by a curly haired argentinian on the other side of the door. 

Unfortunately, she was unable to remain cool and uncaring when she screamed, embarrassingly loud.

“Shhh I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Franco said as he waved off the people down the hallway that all peaked out of their rooms to see who was seemingly being murdered in cold blood. “Wow, I did not think you would react like that.”

Unable to stop herself, she angrily asked, “Why the fuck would you wait behind a door to scare a girl you had just met? One, may I add, that has the power to make sure you have a terrible time at the academy.” A great first impression they were making.

“I wasn’t trying to scare you!” She didn’t buy it. “Okay, maybe a bit, but if I knew it would upset you so much, I wouldn’t have. This isn’t how I wanted the conversation to go.”

“Well it is how it's going, and I don’t care to continue it, so it was nice meeting you, Franco.” She snipped at him as she began to walk away, ignoring his calls from behind her. As she got farther, she hurt a groan in defeat and smiled realizing he had given up, quickly looking back to see that he had in fact left. 

She had calmed down from the interaction by the time she approached her office, in fact she actually felt a bit bad for yelling at him.

That was until she opened the door and the man she had thought she lost popped up from behind the door. Again.

This time, she didn’t yell. She just glared at him.

Franco, now frightened and a little turned on, wished she had just screamed. 

Silently, she walked over to her desk and sat down, turning on her computer and beginning to do work, ignoring the man in the room, or trying to.

She was actually just typing nonsense, hoping he wouldn’t notice he was distracting her too much to do work. 

After a few minutes of silence, she heard a familiar groan and saw him sit down in front of her.

Neither spoke, neither wanted to bite first.

Luckily the driver didn’t have the patience the coordinator did. “Come on, we won’t be able to work together if you don’t talk to me.”

“We can work just fine this way.” She said, not looking away from her computer.

“I don’t want to work that way, I want to get along. I want to be friends.”

“Why, Franco? You don’t know me! You are basing your entire perception of me off of what the public thinks. You are here because you think I will be someone easy to get with.”

“Huh? No, I’m not.” “Yes! There are two versions of me the motorsport world knows. Either some irresponsible teenager who was constantly getting into scandals, or some stuck up bitch who works for Williams and had an affair with our rookie F1 driver”

“What! No! That isn’t why I said I was excited to meet you. God, you know you are also making false accusations about me.”

“No, I’m not.” “Yes! You think I am some desperate man who is here to seduce you the second I meet you. When I said I was excited when I heard I was working with you, it's because I know Sargeant and he said you were a good friend of his. That I'd be lucky to work with you.”

Of course Logan said that. Even if their friendship didn’t work through the gossip, they had been close for a while and he was one of the sweetest men she had met in this god awful sport. And as she looked at Franco, she could tell he was being genuine.

Guilt and a bit of embarrassment shot through her, “Fuck, I’m sorry, Franco. I made assumptions about you and got mad when I thought you were doing the same thing.”

He smiled, and damn that smile gave her butterflies, even if she had been mad at him seconds before. “You are forgiven, if you agree to be nice to me from now on.” “I wasn’t being mean, you did start off our first impressions of each other by scaring the shit out of me.”

He groaned, “I thought I was forgiven, can’t we just jump to being friends now?” 

She would have laughed at such a request, she didn’t make friends at work, or out of work really, but something about the way he looked at her had the refusal dying in her mouth.

He smiled when he realized the same, she already couldn’t say no to his charms.

She was fucked, but she wasnt as upset about that as she should have been.

“Fine, we can work towards a friendlier relationship, but I won’t be your friend.”

“I can work with that. Don’t worry you will love me in no time!” He said as he walked out of the room. 

Lord knows he already loved her.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

What The Heart Desires ❤️💚 (Daddy Dom!BakuKiri x sub!Mina x sub!Reader 18+ Short Fic)

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Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Kirishima Ejirou x Mina Ashido x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which two lonely-hearted girls make a wish on a star one Christmas Eve for their hearts’ desires: a Daddy Dom. What they don’t expect that night after their annual Christmas party is to receive that wish in two. When their very special party guests and secret crushes show up unannounced at their door proclaiming their romantic feelings and that these two cuties are theirs, what will our two lonely hearts do? Will they have to choose?

Tags: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Pro!KiriBakuMina (Late 20s-Early 30s); Bimbo!sub!Mina x Bimbo!sub!Reader; Dom!KiriBaku; Fantasy; Comedy; Size Difference; Aphrodisiac; Dubcon/R*pe; Body/Chest Worship; Scar Appreciation; Foreplay; Messy Kissing; Spit Play; Cum Play; S*x w/ S*x Toys; Anal Play; Spanking; Choking; Hair-Pulling; Degradation/Praise; Daddy Kink; DDLG; Mild BDSM; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Slutifcation; Objectification; Multiple Positions (Doggystyle, Missionary, Daisy Chain, etc.); Polyamorous; Everyone Is Bi; Mutual Os; Creampies; Ownership; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Chapters: ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX. BONUS CHAPTER.

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THREE: WILL YOU BE MINE?

Knock, knock, knock.

You startle awake with a snooze between a squeak and a whimper like a mouse, shooting up from your sleeping position on your tummy. You take a moment to adjust to your new state, having just been rudely awakened from a deep slumber.

You look around the room, your eyes registering the soft glow of the fireplace. It is still ablaze, painting your living room in a soft glow along with the twinkling Christmas lights decorating the tree and the mantle. The end credits to ‘The Polar Express’ are on the TV which you remember flicking on at some point.

You must have fallen asleep during the movie. You barely remember it happening, only finding yourself on the couch underneath a thick blanket.

Knock, knock, knock.

You jump, turning towards the front door. Someone is here? Could that be from the house over? What time is it?

Your girlfriend sleeps at your feet on the couch, covered by a fluffy blanket. “Mina?” you sleepily ask. She doesn’t respond, only giving a flutter of her long lashes as she sleeps.

Then your house phone rings. It is sharp and loud, making you flinch and Mina groans in her sleep. “Turn it off,” she mumbles in her sleep, her adorable face etched in annoyance.

Quickly, you get up from the couch and reach for it on the coffee table, not even looking at the caller ID. It could just be a telemarketer or a scam call. “H-Hello?” you yawn.

“Y/N?” Kiri answers. “It’s me. Sorry, were you asleep? I’ve been tryin’ to call and left you, like, three voicemails.” His deep, raspy voice hits you like a tidal wave and suddenly, your sleep fog dissipates.

“Oh, Kiri!” you gasp, your stomach somersaulting. “I’m so sorry! My ringer must’ve been off and I fell asleep.” Mina stirs awake from the couch, poking her head up from her blanket. “Wha…?” she mutters. “Baby, who is that?” Her pink curls are messy and unruly.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Kiri says, sounding frantic. You are suddenly worried. “Listen, I’m at your front door. I meant to visit before the party ended, but we got so tied up at work and—“

“Don’t apologize, please,” you interrupt him, already moving to the front door. “I’m getting the door now.” You hang up the phone as your feet hit the soft carpet floor and you unlock the front door. Sure enough, when you open it, there is Red Riot himself standing on your doorsteps.

You turn to a confused and sleepy Mina sitting on the couch. “It’s Kiri,” you say, unable to hold in your excitement. Her golden eyes widen. “He came?” she asks, sitting up straight. “But it’s so late!” Quickly, she fixes her hair and wipes the drool from her face.

You swing open the door, revealing the pro in his big winter coat and scarf wrapped snugly around his neck. His big hands are tucked into his pockets and he stands so stiffly to avoid being so cold that you almost think he has been frozen that way.

Despite all of that, he still gives you a bright smile with those sharp, white teeth. “Hey,” he says in his oh-so-deliciously raspy, deep voice.

“Hi, Kiri!” you chirp, immediately moving out of the doorway to let him in. “Please come in and get warm. You look like you’re freezing!” He lets out a shivery exhale and a “thank you” as he awkwardly shimmies inside, ducking down to avoid hitting his head on the doorframe. He is so tall!

And so, so big. He makes your and Mina’s living room look like a dollhouse. Your body reacts to his delicious size and length by giving you a tingle in your stomach, the butterflies awake and excited by his surprise visit.

“Here, let me take your coat,” you say. It is really just an excuse to touch him…and smell him. You can’t help it! Kiri always smells so good whenever you’re near him—like cinnamon and some kind of spiced scent from his soap.

You ignore the butterflies that have made their way up to your chest as you take off his coat and scarf, hanging them up on the coat rack near your door. He stands there in his tan cashmere sweater and jeans, his cheeks slightly flushed from the cold.

Mina stands from the couch and gives him a hug, standing just below his chin. “Well, look who decided to finally make himself known,” she teases. “You look close to death! Here, I’ll get you some hot chocolate.”

Kiri shakes his head though he looks like he needs it. “No, Mina,” he says. “Thanks, but I’m not here for any of that.” His crimson eyes trail over to you, stealing your air. “Where’s Bakugou?” you wonder.

“He’s at home resting,” he explains and chuckles lightly. “It was a looong night and you’ll definitely see it on the news later.” You can’t help but snort, remembering Bakugou mentioning a giant snowman. You can only wonder what kind of mess of a villain they had to fight tonight.

Kiri’s face is still flushed as if he has been sitting by the fire for too long. He nervously shoves his gloves off of his big hands and shoves them away into his pockets. “I-I’m sorry for showin’ up some randomly, especially after the party, but…ah, jeez.”

He huffs to himself, rubbing the back of his neck. He looks away from you and Mina as if he can’t stand the sight of your short, sweet, cute little asses standing in front of him.

“Eijirou?” Mina softly asks. “Is everything okay?” She cocks her head to the side, placing a hand on his shoulder. He swallows hard, his Adam’s Apple bobbing in a way that is almost obscene to you.

He runs one of his big, tatted, ringed hands down his face, frustrated. “You’re gonna think I’m fuckin’ crazy,” he sighs, chuckling to himself. “But while I was downtown fighting that villain, all I wanted to do was race over here ASAP. I couldn’t help but feel like I needed to be here…like something was calling to me.”

Mina looks utterly perplexed while you stand there, frozen. “What do you mean?” you ask, your heart thundering in your chest. He couldn’t possibly mean…

Kiri gives you an almost pained expression, his red brows knitted tightly together. He motions to the couch. “Please,” he implores. “Sit down with me.”

He takes a seat while you and Mina sit on his left and his right so he is right in between. You have sat with Kiri many times before on this exact same couch, but something about it now feels different. You have to resist the urge to stare at his crotch and soft-looking lips for too long as he bites his bottom lip, wiggling his lip ring around with his tongue.

You wish it was your tongue doing that instead. You wish his tongue was wiggling something else around too.

He places his big, veiny hands in his lap though his fingers still fidget a bit. You can only wonder what has gotten him so apprehensive. He nervously licks his lips before he starts speaking. “I’ve been tryin’ to avoid sayin’ anything about this,” he sighs, “but…somethin’ is tellin’ me to stop playin’ around and tell you both how I feel…for the both of you.”

The way he softly gazes at you and Mina leaves nothing to question. You look at your girlfriend, taking in the shock on her face. It is exactly the way you feel. There is no way that Kirishima, Red Riot himself, a man as fine as him, likes you.

Mina, yes. She is a total package with her toned body from years of training, her fame, and her bubbly personality. While you don’t consider yourself an ugly ass troll or anything, you don’t consider yourself famous or wealthy or anything. All you have is your bakery and your famous girlfriend.

And yet Kiri stares at you as if you are everything and more.

“I’ve felt these feelings for you both for a long time.” He gives you a sheepish smile. “And I didn’t say anything in fear of messin’ up our friendship and your relationship with each other. I think you two are perfect for each other! A-And…”

He pauses, his face growing redder than his long locks cascading down his back and shoulders. You and Mina are as silent as church mice, patiently waiting for him to continue.

Finally, he exhales and finds the confidence to continue his confession. “And I’d like to have the honor of being with the both of you too, i-if you’ll have me,” he confesses. “I’ve had this mad, stupid crush on you both for a while now, but lately, it’s grown. Every time I see you, it takes everything in me to control myself.”

You want to tell him the same—that every time you see him, you have the urge to grab him and kiss him. That you crave to be held in his arms. That your desire to be near him and Mina is so strong that it aches.

“You don’t have to,” Mina blurts. “Because I’ve felt the same way.” Bug-eyed, you and Kiri turn to stare at her in total shock. “You do?” you ask in unison.

Mina grows pink like her hair and nervously plays with the buttons on her romper. She slowly nods, admitting to her forbidden feelings. “I just never said anything because I didn’t want to make things weird between us.” She turns to you, her eyes soft. “I always knew you must’ve felt the same too. It was the way you looked at him.”

Kiri turns to you, lips parted in shock. You can no longer escape the truth. “It’s true,” you confess. “Mina, I’m so—“

“Don’t,” she interrupts, reaching across Kiri to gently squeeze your knee. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Not when you’re still the perfect girlfriend.”

She gives you a warm, loving smile that melts you. Now that you know she has been feeling the same way you have, there is nothing more to be ashamed of. “So we really like you too, Kiri,” she giggles, turning to the pro sitting between you. “In case you didn’t get any of that.”

Kiri sits there stunned, his cheeks flushed red. “R-Really?” he stammers. You both laugh at his cute reaction and nod. He breaks out into a big grin that sends your heart all aflutter.

“Shit, this is like a dream come true!” he laughs, taking both of your and Mina’s hands in his. An electric current runs up your arm and throughout your body from the feeling of his warm hand in yours. You want to tell him that this is a dream come true for you as well.

Kiri shakes his head, astounded. “It’s so weird,” he says, mostly to himself. “Now I have this innate want for you both…like I’m supposed to be the one to take care of you.” He gives you both a sheepish and almost embarrassed look, but you can see in his eyes that he means it.

Your entire body is tingling with need now and you interlace your fingers in fear of him disappearing. You want to hold onto this moment. “Is that what you want?” you softly ask. Mina looks on, her eyes big with want. She needs to know too. She and you need to know that this is the one you’ve been waiting for. Someone worthy of both of you.

Kiri’s smile fades and so does his shyness. It excites you. “Yes,” he boldly replies. “I want that more than anything. I want to be the one to come running to when things go wrong or you feel like you can’t pick yourself back up. I wanna be the one to hold you at night. I wanna be the only one to care for you always.”

He presses a kiss to both of your and Mina’s hands, his soft lips leaving a stamp on your heart. “I want you both to be mine,” he whispers. “Will you accept me?”

“Kiri,” you whisper, unable to say anything more because of the emotion welling in your throat. He truly is your wish come true! You share a look with Mina who gives you a wink. “Yes!” you exclaim. “Yes, yes, of course we will!”

But before you can throw yourself into Kiri’s lap and kiss him all over, your girlfriend stops you. “Hang on a sec, Y/N,” Mina cuts in. “Before we agree, you need to make something very clear to us. We need to be 100% sure that you’re serious about this.”

Her serious little expression is absolutely adorable, but Kiri still acts like this is important. “That’s fair,” he replies, sitting up straight. “Lay it on me.”

Mina coaxes you both to stand up from the couch with her. She takes your side, the both of you standing in front of the redhead now. She takes his hand in both of hers, his palm so much bigger than both of hers combined. He is big enough to break both of you if he wants to.

The pink-haired, rosy-cheeked pro stares up into Kiri’s eyes through her long, thick lashes that would make any man swoon. “Do you promise to always be there for Y/N and me?” she softly asks.

“And to always take care of us?” you add, taking Kiri’s free hand in yours.

“And to not be afraid to put us in our place now and again?” Mina giggles, not even having to elaborate on that one.

“And to stay with us, no matter how hard things may get?” you continue. Mina pokes her bottom lip out, knowing the power that it has and how cute she looks to anyone. “Do you promise, Eji?” she whispers.

You can feel Kiri tense at his government being used like it’s a forbidden word, his vermillion eyes igniting like the fire blazing and crackling in the fireplace. A slow smile appears on his handsome face, filling you with jubilance. “For you two?” he scoffs as if this should be so obvious. “I’d be a fuckin’ idiot not to. You have me.”

You feel giddy. Happy. Overjoyed. But there is one more thing you need to know. “So…it’s okay if we call you…c-certain things?” you stammer, suddenly shy. You know that it is important to be open and honest with your romantic partners, especially new ones.

But something tells you that Kiri is on the same page as you are. “Like what?” he teasingly asks. “Somethin’ like ‘baby’? ‘Darling’?”

His voice grows louder as his pierced brow raises. “‘Daddy’?” he whispers and his tone sends shivers down your spine. Realizing he hit the head on the nail, his grin widens. “I go for all three,” he chuckles.

That is the golden buzzer answer. You and Mina share excited smiles, thrilled that this Christmas Eve has turned around in the best way. “Then what are you waiting for?” she giggles. “Kiss us!”

Kiri’s eyes grow hotter and more intense than before, his softened gaze replaced with one of hunger. “You don’t have to ask me twice, cutie,” he softly growls. “I’ve been waitin’ to do this for so, so long.”

He places a hand on Mina’s cheek and cups it gently, admiring her features. She melts into his touch, pushing her cheek farther into his palm. Finally, they lean in and press their lips together in a sweet, longing kiss. Mina softly moans into the kiss and stands on her toes, desperate for more. She throws her arms around Kiri’s neck as his big arm snakes around her waist, pulling her closer. You watch on, realizing how hot it is to see your girlfriend kiss someone else.

A finer, hotter someone who also happens to be your partner too. You still are unsure how this happened and why it feels so right, but you can’t focus on any of that when Kiri wraps his other arm around you and pulls you close.

He pulls away from Mina, the sound of their lips softly pulling away making your stomach flip excitedly. “You want some too?” he asks you, his voice sultry and low. “Ask nicely.”

Your lips are glued to each other. You’re unable to speak. Kiri teasingly tilts your chin up with his index and middle fingers, his touch leaving trails of fire along your skin. Need courses through you, making your nipples tingle beneath your clothes. “Please, kiss me,” you damn near whimper.

Kiri smiles, pleased. “Good girl. We’re already off to a good start.”

And then finally, he bends down to press his lips to yours in a kiss. It is sweet. It is longing. It is perfect. It is a kiss that has you craving so much more from the delicious-smelling, sexy-ass redheaded pro. He is slow and gentle at first, using this chance to get to know your lips and how you taste against his mouth.

You find yourself loving his mouth already despite just being introduced to it. You place your hands on his broad shoulders and stand on your toes to deepen the kiss. Kiri moans in response, both of his hands finding your hips and ass. “Is this okay with you?” he murmurs into the kiss.

You nod, humming in enjoyment. Yes, all of it is okay. You want his hands and lips all over you. You want him naked, all lawyers between you off and away.

As the kiss grows passionate and a little more heated than before, Mina grows bolder. She toys with the collar of Kiri’s shirt, tugging on it. “Can we take these off, Daddy?” she asks, batting her lashes. “You must be sooo hot in this heavy sweater. We wouldn’t want you to get overheated.”

Kiri pulls away from your lips with a soft pop, raising an eyebrow at Mina’s mischievous, flirty smile. “So she’s the brat,” he chuckles to you. With a giggle, you nod while Mina pouts her pretty, pink lips.

“Don’t worry, babe,” you coo. “I still love you.” You lean in to press a kiss on her lips, much to Kiri’s liking. “I love you too,” she whispers and as the sweet words drift in the sulfur-scented air, you realize just how true they are. Now, maybe, you get to share that love with another person.

Kiri turns to Mina, gently taking her chin into his big palm. “Ask a little nicer and maybe I’ll let you,” he replies, his raspy voice low and shiver-including. Mina’s eyes grow soft and needy like the man standing before her is a delicious dessert that she can’t get her hands on.

“Please, Daddy,” she softly begs. “Can we please take off your clothes?”

The redhead smiles, satisfied, and pecks her on the lips as a reward. Firm yet still sweet and giving. Your kind of man. “Good girl,” he coos. “Go ahead, cuties. Take what you want.”

Like two kids in a candy store, you and Mina begin to greedily strip Kiri’s clothes off of him in an effort to get him completely naked. He kicks off his boots, keeping his polo socks on, while you take off his sweater. For a few seconds, all you and Mina can do is gape at the fine specimen standing in front of you in the firelight and twinkling red and green Christmas lights.

Kiri smirks proudly at you both, loving that he has a strong effect on you. “You like what you see?” he teasingly asks. Dumbly, you nod, too stunned for words. You’ve seen Kiri’s body before in his hero gear, but only on TV and in magazines. To see it now before you is like a wet dream come true.

He is all man. Standing a head taller than you with tanned skin stretching across muscle, he is blessed with big, beefy arms roped in tattooed sleeves of different symbols and designs, a toned stomach that looks good enough to lick, and suckable pectorals with each tanned nipple adorned with silver rings. Your eyes trail down his washboard abs to his lower stomach pebbled in fine, black hair. His happy trail. You have the urge to lick it.

Mina is as happy as a clam, practically bouncing up and down on her heels. “Yes,” she giggles. “I can’t believe we really get this body all to ourselves!” She moves towards him and places her hands on his chest, but he stops her by taking her hands off of him.

“Uh-uh, greedy girl. I ain’t say you could touch me.” He cocks his head to the side, squinting. “Now did I?” Mina practically squirms, her eyes gazing at every part of his delicious body. “No, Daddy,” she whimpers. “I couldn’t help myself. You just look so damn good!”

You concur, your mouth watering at the sight of him. But you know what he wants and in order to get what you want, you need to give it to him. “May we touch you, Daddy?” you obediently ask, your voice soft and almost innocent.

Kiri swallows hard, your voice and words affecting him greatly. You’re happy to know that the feeling is mutual. “Yes, you may,” he replies, pleased. He turns to your girlfriend, trailing a finger down her jawline. “See how easy that was, Mina? We’re both gonna have to teach you how to be a sweet girl, aren’t we, baby?”

Mina melts at the sugary pet names as do you, loving how much of a lover boy Kiri is. “How are you gonna do that, Daddy?” she purrs, still playing the role of the adorable yet mischievous bratty girl. You find it oh-so-hot, especially when you think about what Kiri has in mind for “correcting” her later.

The redhead smirks, trailing his finger back up to trace Mina’s bottom lip. “You’ll find out later,” he murmurs. “Just keep touchin’ me. Let those pretty hands wander.”

You and Mina don’t need to be told twice. “Yes, sir,” you both giggle, desperate for a chance to feel him under your fingertips.

Even your hottest, wettest fantasies can’t compare to feeling the solid muscle and warm skin under your roaming hands. You and Mina share Kiri, taking a part of him to admire and grope while sharing kisses and exchanging needy moans between each other.

While Mina kisses his neck, you kiss his lips, gently stroking his chest while his hands grope your ass. When you switch, you sneakily watch Kiri grip Mina’s apple-bottom ass as they greedily kiss, your lips pecking all over his shoulders and back muscles.

At some point, you three end up on the couch with Kiri caught between your softer, tinier frames. It’s a good thing too because you could feel your knees becoming weaker, your arousal taking control over your body. You can already feel your panties becoming soaked, your pussy throbbing impatiently.

But you ignore it. Not yet. You need to enjoy this man a little longer first.

Kiri leans his head back, exposing his throat and neck to your and Mina’s greedy lips, coating him in your lipgloss. It is almost as if you’re marking him for yourselves…which arouses you more than you will admit. Your mouths trail down to his chest where you begin to suck on his pierced nipples, soft moans leaving your lips as you do.

Kiri shivers at the feeling of your soft lips and gentle grazes of your teeth along his nipples, only more sensitive from the piercings. His eyes are crimson slits as they gaze down at you and Mina, his hands trailing through your hair. “Fuck,” he moans. “You both look so pretty down there.”

Mina giggles, peering up at the man who is so close to losing his fucking mind. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispers.

Unable to stop yourself, your hands trail down to his pants. You place a hand on his belt, leaving it there and not going any further. You know you need permission first. “Do you want us to take these off, Daddy?” you whisper, unable to keep the desire from out of your voice.

Kiri is currently in the throes of ecstasy, soft whines and groans escaping him as Mina continues to suck on his nipples. Slowly, your hand skates down to brush your fingers along his hard-on pushing against his jeans, knowing he is just as desperate for more as you and Mina are. You need to see his cock right now. ‘Please say yes. Please say yes. Please!’

“Yes,” he groans, impatience and need in his voice. He grips Mina’s hair, tightening his hold on her pink locks. “Yes, yes, fuck ye—“

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!

You and Mina both jump at the loud knocking that interrupts the quickly intensifying moment. Kiri immediately sits up, breathing heavily from the constant groping and fondling from your soft hands. You all are silent, looking towards the door where the sound came from.

“W-What was that?” you nervously ask. Mina shrugs, her pink curls a mess all over her head. “Some kid playing a prank?” she suggests, but she’s just as alarmed as you.

But then there it is again: BOOM, BOOM, BOOM against your door.

The redhead shifts and immediately rises to his feet. “Kiri?” you question, your voice soft and uncertain. He tosses his sweater over his head and tugs it back on. His body is tense and on edge, each muscle tight. “You two stay right there,” he sternly says. You and Mina don’t dare move as he stalks towards the door. Who could it be at this hour?

“Who is it?” Kiri calls, firm and unsure.

“Fuckin’ Santa Claus,” a familiar, growly voice barks out from behind the door. “Who the fuck do you think it is?”

Bakugou.

[tinylilacbun]

i have a thought that tasm!peter would love to read bedtime stories and doing ALL the voices for little!reader right?! especially after his spidey duties to make sure his little always sleeps happy.

Oh you bet for sure he's the best story teller to exist!

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He often even prefers of telling you what happened on his duties, keeping it appropriate for your headspace of course, acting everything out and doing these funny voices that had you giggling into your spider-man plushie.

Just like now, he had just gotten back from his spidey duties just in time for your bedtime, still in his suit and mask while telling you a story.

"He was like 'Gimme all your gummy bears now!' and then I showed up behind him tapping his shoulder saying 'excuse me, I don't think that's a way to talk to a lady' and when he started shooting with his water gun at me I webbed him against the light pole. Like this-" he grabbed one of your squishmellows, using one of his webs to make it stick on your headboard above your head.

"And then?" You ask sitting up again, now more curious than sleepy.

Peter then makes a somersault onto your bed, sitting by your feet like this:

"Then he started saying many bad words and you know how much daddy hates them so I had to web his mouth as well." He shoots another web at your squishmellow so it looks like it has a muzzle.

"He gots time out?"

"Oh yeah. He certainly does now." He says smiling and takes off his mask before crawling closer to you. He places his hand right on your face "And this-" he pushes you back into a lying position. "Goes right here. Time to sleep now, bug."

"One more stowy pwease!" You pout at him.

"How about some cuddles instead?" He suggests, chuckling at the way you try to hide your yawn behind your plushie.

"Otay..." You mumble rubbing your tired eyes, then make a grabby hand for him.

Luckily his suit wasn't dirty at all today, so he could instantly lay down beside you, wrapping his arms around you to pull you on top of him.

He kisses the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment. "Sweet dreams."

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[captainpulisic]

said im fine but it wasnt true - m. mount

hearing cruel summer live changes you as a person. wc: 3.3k gif creds to owner

it had meant to be a summer fling, nothing more. from the very beginning, it was mutually decided upon that it was just two good friends hooking up- something none of your other friends would ever find out about. it wasn’t anything serious, so why involve other people?

that’s what you kept telling yourself, anyway.

you had been positive you could keep the sex as meaningless and detached as possible. you thought it’d be enough to have mason when he’d give himself to you and not a minute more. who cared that your heart beat embarrassingly fast when you’d catch his stare during a night out with friends, knowing you’d certainly be leaving with him. that most nights, after a long fuck, he’d practically beg you to stay the night, not wanting to sleep without you. it wasn’t of any importance that this situationship- if that’s what it could be called- had you constantly questioning the line between ‘just sex’ and the outline of a real relationship. I mean, how many mornings can you wake up to him peppering your face with kisses and shy smiles before you could consider him more than just a fuck buddy?

it was all so confusing for your heart and you brain. did you want more? did he? and why did the idea of the answers being ‘yes’ make you weak at the knees? wasn’t this the exact thing you both agreed couldn’t happen, the one rule you had made?

you were screwed.

yet, every doubt and worry you had over your predicament would temporarily vanish when you’d tap on his door. he’d greet you with a shy smile and a soft glint in his eyes. it was all too soft. as soon as you stepped foot inside, his fingers were everywhere. on your cheeks, your jaw, and down your shoulders. they’d end up traveling up and down your sides until they settled on your waist. quickly, his body would be pressed up against yours, a hot mouth marking up the side of your neck.

he was everywhere. you felt him everywhere. the way he was on you, it was as if he couldn’t bear the idea of having you in proximity and not be touching you. and there were no complaints on your part.

he continued to kiss you, messily and heatedly. and you kissed him back until you were both repeating each other's name, as if they were sacred prayers. like usual, there was a messy, abandoned trail of clothes left in the hallway. and just like usual, it led to masons bedroom where you could be found laid together in bed. blissfully, spent and content.

as he left soft kisses on your collarbone and jaw, he continued to whisper how lovely you were. he’d talk nonsense about how these were the best ways to spend his nights, that there's nowhere he’d rather be.

boy, did that make your heart do somersaults. you’re sure your face was crimson as he continued the soft praises.

it’s just sex.

it’s just sex.

it’s just sex.

all you could do to save face was scoff, “calm down, it’s just sex.”

yes, you reaffirmed yourself. you both begin to get up, ready to go find where you had thrown your shirts not so long ago. if I keep saying it, maybe i'll even end up believing it.

“no it’s not,” mason deadpans. he pauses all movement and for some reason, you feel obligated to mirror his actions. this is it, you feel yourself buzz with anticipation. he’ll say it’s not just sex for him, either. you want to look at him straight on, ready to tell him you’ve been feeling the same way for awhile. and with the way his eyes won’t leave yours, you can practically hear the words wanting to leave his mouth. you’re tempted to just kiss him and let that show him you’ve been aching for more than just these secret hookups. suddenly the corner of his lip turns upward, “it’s award winning sex.”

oh.

it was at that moment you realized it was in fact not just sex. not for you, at least.

and the next moment is when you realized you couldn’t keep up this little game, anymore. a part of you knew you could continue giving yourself to mason whenever he called, only taking what he’d let you have. you’d settle for it because having some of him in the dark hours would be better than nothing at all. and when you realized how pathetic that sounded, you knew what you had to do. there had to be some self respect.

this all had happened two weeks ago. that next morning, you had swatted away masons roaming hands and dodged the kisses he was trying to leave along your face. you mumbled some half hearted excuses about your unusual rush to leave and avoided his sad stare as you hastily dressed yourself. when you got his usual text the following night, begging you to come over, you figured it was as best time as any to rip off the band aid. it was a simple, short text saying these late night reach outs and quick fucks weren’t what you wanted anymore.

i hope you can understand where i’m coming from, you had typed. lets go back to just being friends, yeah?

you felt ill as soon as you hit send.

you felt even worse when he spent two whole minutes typing, just for the bubble to disappear and not a single reply come back. the following days were radio silence on his part. you hadn’t known this absence would make you feel as lonely and as sad as you were.

this is what has led you to your current crisis. getting shitfaced in some downtown pub, drinking until you can forget who has you there. staring at the third empty glass in front of you, your mind swirled with bittersweet memories of mason.

“we just don’t get it,” one of your friends frowned at you. you’re sure she means well but it’s hard to care too much when you can’t even recall her name at the moment. looking at the group of friends who’d practically forced you out of your bed and to come out, their eyes were full of concern and sympathy. “you never even told us you were seeing someone.”

“I-”, you begin but instantly stop. your words are starting to get all jumbled up in your mouth and the world around you is slowing down. it takes you a moment to breathe and organize your thoughts.

where’s mason?

all you want is mason.

why isn’t he here?

why didn’t he want you the way you wanted him?

another friend prods, “was it that serious?”

you felt the tears welling up in your eyes. all you could do is give a slight shake to your head. you try to smile but you’re sure you’ll start crying if you force it.

no, you kept thinking. I loved him and wanted him but all he wanted was sex. it was anything but serious.

there was only one way to get this idiotic brain to shut up. reaching out to chug the remainder of your drink, your frown gets deeper when you remember the cup is empty. standing up from the too crowded table, you let out a slurred, “‘m just gonna get one more.”

yet,as soon as you rise, your legs feel less sturdy than usual and the room has a slight haze to it. another concerned friend holds out their arm for support, worry growing more evident on her face.

“are you sure?” she sighs. lightly tugging on your arm, she tries to guide you to sit back down. “you’ve had enough, no?”

“no,” you practically whine. this is the only way to get your mind off of mason and these people have the audacity to deny you it. still standing, you try to get free of her grasp and tug towards the direction of the bar. it’s half cry and half whisper, “just one more.”

“maybe we should get you home?” another friend, wearing an even more sympathetic expression (if possible) chimes in. “lets call it a night, yeah?”

“no!” you protest, once again. “you guys don’t have to cut your night short because of me.”

the table erupts with their assurance of them not minding and that they’ll gladly drop everything to take you home. you know they mean well but it just adds even more guilt and weight to your heavy heart.

“I mean it,” you straighten yourself up as much as you can. you offer a small smile and wave them off. pulling out your phone, you’re able to somewhat make out the apps icons. cluelessly swiping at your phone, “i’ll order an uber and you guys can stay.”

it takes a few more minutes of convincing and protest, but nonetheless, they oblige to your request. after hugs and promises that you’ll soon get over your mystery man, two of them help you stumble outside and wait for your ride.

when your assigned car arrives and your friends triple check that the license plate is a match, final hugs and words of consolation are given. once in the car and speeding down the empty streets, it takes a great deal of effort not to puke and not to cry.

instead of thinking about how badly you want to spill your guts, you think of the boy whose absence feels like a dull stab at the heart. that’s what's been occupying your thoughts for the past weeks, anyway. if we’re being honest, he was the sole person in your thoughts. him and the beautiful summer you had shared together. if you closed your eyes, you could see it all so clearly.

you could recall the trip to his house like the back of your hand. you knew the paveway of trees that greet you as soon as you turn onto his street, the shiny gate blocking entryway to his house. blindfolded, you could locate the flower pot where he hid his spare keys. you’d use them almost every time you’d sneak away into his house and arms.

wait.

feeling the car park, you’re snapped out of your daydreams and look out towards the window.

it’s not that you could just recall all of those stupid details, which you’ve proven you could. it was that you were watching it all unfold outside of the car's window. you were smackdab in the middle of it, parked right in front of his house.

“hey,” you mumble in a panic. tapping on the window, towards the direction of masons house. with the fear setting in, your tears are ready to make their comeback. you feel like a child, helpless and scared. your voice wavers with a small sob, “this is not my house.”

the poor uber driver looks as confused as you. shaking his head, he surrenders his hands up. “I just brought you to the address you gave me.”

“I did not- '', you begin to argue. grabbing your phone, you squint at the screen, ready to show him how you had put your own address. and how it definitely wasn’t this one. and how he was going to have to explain what type of sick joke he was playing on you by bringing you here. yet, after a long struggle to find the fucking app, all words leave your mouth when you see masons address as the destination.

oh, force of habit.

all summer, during your little flings with mason, it had become second nature to get a lift to his house. it came more naturally to give directions to his house than to your own. it felt more like home, too.

“alright, you can leave me here.” you’re not sure if the alcohol is giving you the courage to face him or if you just really want to see his stupidly beautiful face- or if you’ve officially gone insane, but you find yourself unbuckling your seatbelt.

“ma’am are you sure?” the driver's gaze shifts between you and the enormous house looming over you both. you’re sure you must look insane with your tear filled eyes and inebriated state. you went from being terrified of where you were to shaking with anticipation. he offers a small smile, unsure how to proceed. “I can take you somewhere else if this was an error, I could go back to where I picked you up.”

“no,” you interject. “it’s fine, i’m fine, thank you.”

“really, it’s no problem-”

you wave him off, trying to appear as sober as you could possibly seem. opening the car door, “I was just confused. this is my friends house, silly me to not recognize it.”

he eyes you suspiciously but nevertheless nods as you get off. you try your best not to to wobble as you wave goodbye and walk away. but it’s not until you make your way through the familiar garden gate that you see the headlights pull off.

with that, you’re left standing alone in front of masons house. theres a small ache in your chest as you see the entire house is dark, not one ray of light peeking through any window.

what if he's not even home?

what if he's the one sneaking into someone else's house now?

you feel like you're going to throw up all over again. and it’s not because of the three vodka cokes you’d had.

that's it. you have to get into the house and find him and tell him…well, you don’t know what yet, but you have to say something.

the sensible you would figure that knocking or even calling him would be the best way to go, but clearly you’re not the most sensible person tonight.

standing in the middle of the garden, you take a breath and yell his name to the endless mirage of windows. within a minute, a light turns on and a window on the second floor shimmies open. it’s dark and far but you can slightly make out masons confused face.

“y/n?” you could see him squint down at you. “is that you-”

“I know this doesn’t make sense and what we had is over but for whatever it’s worth,” you cut him off, your mouth moving at its own volition. you pause, unable to believe that you’re finally going to say it. you have to choke down a sob before you scream, “i’m in love with you.”

you can see mason freeze. it's barely a shout when he says, “what?”

did he really not hear you or does he just like torturing you now?

“I love you, idiot.” you shout, again. there it is. all your emotions and feelings laid out in front of him. there's no use in trying to stop the tears so you just let them stream down your flushed face. once more, “i’m so in love with you and maybe that’s the worst thing, or the last thing, you wanna hear from me but it’s true.”

it all happens so fast. if you’d blinked, you would’ve missed it. the window mason was leaning out of, was left deserted without him saying anything back to you. you’re stood frozen, unsure of what to do. was your confession so horrible that he retreated back to his room, waiting for you to get the hint and leave? as you debate this, the side door, leading to the garden where you stand, bursts open.

he’s breathless, and an image of him running down the stairs flashes in your mind.

in just a few, short steps, he’s standing directly in front of you. his eyes are wide, slightly crazed. he hesitates as he merely whispers, “what did you say?”

“I love you and you don’t even care.” looking up at him, you try to blink away the tears. you’re sure you look a blubbering mess, and embarrassingly enough, there might be some snot. “you don’t care but it doesn’t matter. I needed to tell you that i’m so stupidly in love with you and you don’t even care. ”

“I do care.” his hands reach to hold your face but you swat them away.

“you don’t,” you begin to take a step back. what are you even doing? was this a love confession or a chance to tell him off? maybe, a bit of both? it’s just too confusing. pointing an accusatory finger at him, “if you cared, you’d have had the decency to reach out.”

he tries to interject but you just keep going. crying harder than before, “when our little hookups ended, a part of me hoped it would make you realize that you couldn’t bear the thought of not being together. that you would come back to me and tell me it all meant more to you. why didn’t you come back to me? why didn’t I deserve a fucking text back? it might’ve been just sex for you, but to me it meant everything.”

“that’s what you think?” mason scoffs, which only infuriates you more. it’s not until you really look at him that you see the same tears pool in his eyes. it’s when you see that he looks just as broken as you do. “I tortured my brain for days, trying to find the right words, to get you to understand that it wasn’t just sex for me.”

you squint your eyes at him, causing him to sigh. he continues, “okay, maybe I thought it was at first but then I read your text and it nearly broke me. at first, I thought I was just embarrassed that I got dumped over text but then I realized I was miserable at the thought of not having you anymore.”

you let out a defeated sigh, “but you never texted me back.”

“y/n,” it’s a sad smile, as you finally give in and let his hands cup your face. “I’ve typed and deleted a hundred texts, telling you I love you. but what if I said the wrong things and you'd leave again? I don't think i'd survive it. I don’t think i’d survive being forever known as the idiot who let you get away.”

you want to scold yourself for the way your heart flutters, “you really love me?”

his thumbs are stroking under your eyes, wiping away any tears that’ve overstayed their welcome. he’s giving you that smile, that boyish smile you fell in love with. that bastard, he’s always known how to get you weak in the knees. he says it so softly, “i love you, yes of course I love you. i've loved you since we started whatever this is, maybe even before then. i’m sure I fell in love with you the moment we met.”

instead of answering him, you shush him by pulling him down to meet your lips. it’s a kiss filled with ‘i love you’s and ‘i'm sorry's and ‘please, stay’s. you don’t even realize when mason has taken your hand, leading you inside the house and up the staircase. yet, as he leads you to the bedroom where you spent countless summer nights, you feel utterly happy.

you continue to interrupt the kisses with, “say it again.”

and not once does mason deny you with his, “I love you.”

leaving a delicate kiss on his jaw, you whisper against his neck, “i’ll never get tired of hearing it.”

mason returns a kiss to your forehead, mirroring your lovesick smile. leaning close to your ear, “lucky for you pretty girl, i’ll never get tired of saying it.”

you loved mason, unashamedly and quite pathetically. and you’d continue to do so for the rest of your life, if he let you.

feedback is appreciated, please :)

[superbnutnight]

I know I said "by the end of the week" but I am a lying liar who lies. SORRY GUYS I SERIOUSLY UNDERESTIMATED HOW MUCH WRITING I NEEDED TO DO TO CONNECT ALL THE SCENES I WANT TOGETHER (SOB).

When this monster is done it's going to be the longest fucking thing I have on my profile. WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME?? IS THIS THE POWER OF BEING ASEXUAL?

As an apology take this excerpt which is what I based (this) post off of!

…By the time you're done tying up loose ends, the day is well advanced. You don't think about what this means until you step through the doors to the daycare and you're assaulted by input from all directions. 

It's business hours.

There are children screaming, and the white light pouring from the overhead bulbs is harsh against your sleep-deprived eyes. Somehow you can hear that awful fluorescent buzz of them over the excited screeches, and that whine burrows right under your skin like static electricity. You fucking hate, hate, hate the lights in this building.

There's music blasting through the speakers, and everything is so bright. In the corner of your eye you see the advertisement billboards, rapidly cycling between advertisements for the pizzaplex and random simulated crap, like bubbles or swirly rainbows. For one dizzying moment, you feel like you're in a Casino- not a daycare.

You stand there, frozen, hand fisted around the handle of your red toolbox as nausea coils thickly in your empty stomach.

The Daycare attendant, in his daytime preset, looks up from where he's corralling spilled balls back into the ball pit. Noticing you, he perks up. If he were a dog, his tail would be wagging. 

He literally somersaults over to you, vibrating with energy, and you feel a cold pang of dread. 

Oh god. 

You only have a few seconds to mentally prepare yourself before the daycare attendant is in your face--literally--all grins and glowy eyes.

You think you're going to be sick. 

"HELLOOOOOOOOOO NEW FRIEND!" He exclaims, head spinning in a circle and rays expanding and retracting. His voice is way too loud. He stoops down and grabs the hand that isn't occupied with holding your toolbox and shakes it, and your entire body with it, causing your hat to slip down your forehead. "Wow, it is just so amazing to meet you! Do you know Ollie? What's your name? My name's Sun! Where did you come from? Are you here to stay?" 

Already overwrought with sensory input, the animatronic's hand on your own sends sharp spikes of unpleasant feeling through your skin, making the awful crawling, crackling static kick up several notches. 

Reflexively, almost involuntarily, you yank your hand out of his grasp, shuffling back several steps. 

Sun stills, smile drooping and rays retracting, clearly taken aback. 

You feel bad, but you just can't handle anything touching you right now or you might scream. You know that trying to talk right now is useless, so you dig around in your pockets until you pull out your new ID. 

Silently, you present Sun the shiny card with your new position documented in printed letters at the bottom. 

"Oh!" Sun leans down to examine the ID, before straightening back up. You notice that he doesn't try to lean into your personal space again, and you're relieved. "I guess Ollie isn't coming back…?"

You blink at the nickname, wondering what kind of relationship they'd had. Slowly, you shrug and shake your head. Honestly, you probably know as much about this as Sun does. 

"Well, New Friend, why don't I give you a tour of the daycare, and we can get to know each other a little better!"

Actually, there's nothing less you'd like to do right now, but your pre-made social script has you nodding awkwardly before you can figure out a way to politely refuse.

"Awesome!" The animatronic claps his hands together, bell ribbons jingling merrily, voice right back to the overwhelming cheer.

You follow Sun around like a lost duckling, trying your utmost not to snap at any of the children who stray too close to you when playing. It's not their fault, but in this state, just their proximity makes you all staticy and irritable.

[drabblesandimagines]

hello, I saw your last post and remembered the drabble with clive and reader's wedding. can I request a short drabble about the reader being pregnant, please?

Thank you! Soft and sweet x --

You sigh, softly, as you try to readjust the pillow beneath your back to a more comfortable position, but without disturbing the slumbering man besides you.

“Are you all right, love?” Clive asks as he rolls over, looking at you through hazy but concerned eyes in the darkness of the chambers. His voice is sleep-tinged, a tad more gravelly than usual. He places a warm palm on your now heavily pregnant stomach – Tarja estimated you to be only a number of moons away now - smiling as he feels what he thinks is a foot kick out at his touch.

He smiles in understanding. “Ah, little one awake?”

“Been practicing their somersaults for a while now.” You grimace slightly as there’s another firm kick to your ribs. Whilst it’s lovely to feel them being so active, you just wish they didn’t choose to do it in the middle of the night. Clive sits up then, squeezes your hand before leaning down to place a soft kiss on your belly.

“We’ve spoken about this, little pup,” – he murmurs into your skin. You didn’t think you could fall more in love with Clive Rosfield than you already had, but seeing him speak to your unborn child with such affection makes your heart swell. “You must let your mama get her rest, hm?”

“And your papa in turn,” you squeeze his hand in response as he kisses your stomach once more.

“Two kisses for you, pup, means two kisses for mama as well – it’s only fair.” He sits up, placing one hand back on your belly, rubbing it in a slow, soothing circle and uses his other hand to cup your cheek, tilting your face in his direction and pressing two soft and slow kisses upon your lips before he pulls back, only to see you pout.

“Darling, must I remind you that Tarja said no excitement?”

“You started it.”

He chuckles, slipping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest as he presses another kiss to your temple. His palm remains rubbing comforting circles, seeming to settle the little one into retiring from their acrobatics routine and you let out a contented sigh, closing your eyes as you nuzzle your cheek against his chest.

“I love you,” you mumble, not sure if you’ve even said it loud enough for him to hear.

“I love you – both of you, my darlings.” Masterlist . Requests welcome . Commissions/Ko-Fi

[love-bianca-world]

I have seen so much Dick Grayson at the Olympics. So much. And it would be amazing. But! As per analysis, would the quadruple somersault actually be able to be performed at the Olympics?

There are 6 events in Men's gymnastics: Pommel horse, High Bar, Rings, Parallel bars, Floor and Vault.

Now, the Bats are extra and I have absolutely no doubt that Dick would Excell at all of them. Because they're like that. And Dick certainly has the strength for it. Given that he held up a motorcycle with his thighs while doing essentially the high bar.

But the quadruple somersault specifically here. Only 2 of the events would qualify. Vault because it would give him the height required. And Rings because that's the event that's closest to trapeze. Maybe high bar? If he gets enough air.

Now, there are historical examples of trapeze artists catching the quadruple somersault, though the articles do make it put to be a big deal (Which it is cause I don't think I could even catch the rings, you know. Ever). There's a digitized article from 1982 congratulating FLYING MIGUEL VAZQUEZ for landing the quadruple somersault. So we know it's a real-world thing. Thus, Dick Grayson, with how skilled he would be, could possibly use it as a dismount from the rings.

The other option that I found was vault. Now, the quadruple somersault isn't something I found to have been done on vault. But! There is a video of Austin Nacey landing 2 quadruple flips in a row on Reddit from the 2017 Trampoline and Tumbling World Championship. Given, this is on a trampoline. But, Dick Grayson

We see Dick complete the quadruple on 2 occasions that I could easily find online. Once on a trapeze, and the other from a standing position. Now, because Nightwing Lands the quad lower than he started from a standing position, I don't think the quad would be possible on floor. But give the man some hight and he could possibly use it as a dismount fron high bar, Rings and vault.

Not that I think he'd need it on high bar. I found at least one panel showing how good Dick would be for those and they didn't have the quad. Now comics make it hard to distinguish one flip from another and I will say that I am not a gymnast but it seems that he does a couple of flips fron quite high up and doesn't seem to strain, which means he's very strong and has some shoulder flexibility.

I have no idea where this thought process was going. I have the flu and I just couldn't sleep before going an analysis of Dick Grayson, the quadruple somersault and actual gymnastic precedent.

TLDR: Dick Grayson would be a menace of a gymnast and we would absolutely love him for it. Unfortunately, he is not real.

[wizardofrozz]

Learning to Trust

Ordo Skirata x reader, mention of Mereel and Kal Skirata

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: swearing, mention of war, mostly just fluff

A/N: I got punched in the face with this idea and amazed myself with how fast I wrote it lmao hope you enjoy! ❤️

jagyc’kovid: dickhead

shabuir: motherfucker

It was peaceful. The gentle undercurrent of the water rocked the Aay’han, reminding you of a mother rocking her newborn. The co-pilot seat wasn’t the most comfortable but if you sat at an angle, your feet resting on the control panel, you could let your muscles relax enough that you could possibly nap. Your eyes followed the bright, glimmering aquatic life that swam past, watching them shimmer in the sunlight that streamed through the water. The Aay’han was floating off the coast of the capital city, waiting for Sergeant Skirata and Mereel to com for a pickup. 

You had been undercover for the Republic for…a long time, gathering intel about the manufacturing of Separatist droids. Life had been fairly normal, well as normal as it could be for a Republic spy until a certain Mandalorian and his small squad of clones came crashing through your front door. Literally. You glanced at the pilot’s chair, the corner of your lips lifting. 

Ordo was stretched out in the chair beside you, his long legs crossed at the ankles. His arms were folded over his chest, his head tipped forward until his chin nearly touched his chest. His empty Mandalorian helmet sat on the floor beside his chair and every once in a while, you could hear faint, staticky voices floating from inside. The muted shimmer of the water threw a faint glow over his face; Ordo looked peaceful, his usually tense expression slack, his eyes closed. 

He was sleeping. You muffled a chuckle against the back of your hand, carefully lowering your feet to the floor. The co-pilot chair groaned as you stood and you paused, half-standing, to dart your eyes back towards Ordo. He huffed heavily through his nose but otherwise didn’t move. 

It took a few minutes of rustling through cabinets as quietly as possible, having to stop a few times when you made too much noise before you finally found a blanket. It smelled a bit musty but it would do. You unfolded it on your back to the cockpit, smirking at Ordo’s sleeping form before you carefully draped the blanket over him. He shifted lazily, his brow wrinkling for a moment and you stood a little straighter and held your breath. Ordo’s lashes fluttered, his dark glassy eyes taking a moment to focus but they quickly lifted to where you stood over him. 

“Sorry to wake you,” you murmured with an apologetic smile. 

“Wasn’t sleepin’,” Ordo grumbled, dragging himself into a sitting position. The furrow between his brows deepened as he looked down at the blanket pooling in his lap. There was an odd look on his face, one you had seen occasionally in the time you’d spent with him. The innocent, almost confused expression always made your heart ache and it was even worse when he tilted his head back to look up at you. 

“I thought you’d be more uncomfortable,” you explained, gesturing to the blanket as you leaned against the back of his chair. Ordo nodded slowly, absently rubbing the fabric between his gloved fingers. “You can try and go back to sleep if you’d like.”

Ordo somehow looked more tense than usual for a moment, before dropping his eyes to the blanket again. “Alright.” For some reason, it surprised you; accidentally falling asleep was one thing but this showed that he trusted you enough to willingly let himself rest. 

“Hm, you must really trust me,” you teased. Ordo turned in his chair again and you were suddenly aware of how close he was, his face close enough that you could see the faint freckles on his cheeks. Ordo was always intense but the way he looked at you, bright brown eyes smoldering, made your stomach somersault. 

“I do.” He spoke softly like it was a secret but there was no uncertainty in his voice. Your breath caught when he smiled, crooked and boyish, disarmingly charming without even trying. Sometimes you wondered if he was aware of it but based on some of the more…awkward encounters you’d had with him, you were pretty sure it was natural. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, meaning it wholeheartedly. Ordo’s smile started to fade but you didn’t miss the way his eyes darted down to your mouth, his tongue poking out to wet his lips before he forced his gaze elsewhere. He cleared his throat quietly and when his eyes found yours again you caught the muted anxiety that flashed across his face. 

You had no idea where the confidence came from that had you leaning down, bringing your face even closer to his. Ordo tensed but didn’t pull away, letting the strained silence linger. A shiver zipped up your spine when he tilted his head slowly, his eyes darting between your eyes and your lips. He paused, leaving almost no space between you and him and you could feel his slow, rhythmic breathing against your chin. 

“Can I?” he asked softly. 

“Please.” 

A soft gasp filled the air when he closed the space and you weren’t sure if you made the sound or if he had. The kiss was hesitant, neither of you moving for a moment until one of his large hands closed around your bicep and you melted against him, sighing through your nose. It was clear Ordo didn’t have much experience but he didn’t seem to mind following your lead. He inhaled sharply when your tongue swept over his bottom lip but he quickly caught on, parting his lips. 

The low groan from deep in his chest made you shiver, a hand coming to cup the back of his head, your fingers threading through his soft curls. 

“Ord’ika? You read me?” You and Ordo jumped so hard at the familiar voice that your heads knocked together, each of you quickly reaching up to rub the now-aching spot. Ordo growled through clenched teeth, twisting around to punch a button on the control panel; despite the pain blooming across your forehead, you barely stifled a laugh. 

“What?” he snapped, glaring at the blue hologram that popped up. Mereel tilted his head, arching a brow but there was the hint of a smirk on his face. 

“What’d you do to your head?”

“None of your business, jagyc’kovid. What d’ya want?” 

“Pickup would be nice,” Mereel sighed with a shrug. He glanced over his shoulder with a badly hidden smirk and winked at who you assumed was Kal. 

“Send coordinates,” Ordo grumbled, ending the call without letting Mereel respond. “Shabuir.”

You giggled, biting your lip when Ordo threw a narrow-eyed look in your direction. “Come on, let’s go get them.” 

“Should leave 'em,” Ordo huffed, rubbing his forehead one last time before dropping his hands to the panel again and starting the flight sequence. The smile that spread across your face was fonder than you thought possible and you leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss on his cheek. You settled into the co-pilot chair, glancing over at him again with a smirk.  

Ordo refused to look at you but there was no denying that his cheeks were a little redder than before. 

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Promise : multifandom imagine

Warmth.

That was what she felt drifting on that thin border between dream and reality.

Unsure of what day of the week or what hour it was.

Just enjoying that blissful sensation of safety, not ready to emerge.

At first she thought it was because of the blanket on her shoulders, covering her tightly.

But slowly she started feeling more.

Silkiness of the pillow.

Single ray of sun on her face.

Silent breathing beneath her, tickling her hair.

Hand caressing her cheek

Other hand resting on her back.

 “Hi….” She whispered stirring a bit, eyes still closed, but from the moment she knew it was him, his face overwhelmed her mind.

He was the source of that engulfing, overpowering warmth.

It was just radiating off him. And he was like that only for her.

It was easy to just get lost in it and to stay in his arms, in that little bubble, when nothing could have hurt her or even get to her.

Not with him around.

“Morning, love.” He muttered back, kissing the top of her head, heart picking up the pace.  

“How long was I sleeping?”

“As long as you needed baby. You needed it. You were working too hard for the last weeks.”

“Hmmm” she mumbled sleepily, rubbing eyes and yawning. “Can’t argue with that….”

“You still look tired sunshine.” he slowly sat up, leaning onto the headboard to allow her to lay head on his chest in more comfortable position. “Stay. Stay with me. Just stay.“

“Hm” she smiled lightly and traced couple circles on his chest  “the duties call. What hour is it? Oh, no, no, no! I’m so late! Why didn’t you wake me?”

“’Cause I love you.”

‘And that;s why you want to get me fired?”

“Will you have more time for me then?”

“I…..” she hesitated and tried to recall how much time they spend together in the last weeks. Barely minutes. “I’m sorry.”

“I miss you.” he whispered and her heart did a somersault dropping to her stomach. It was so broken, so fragile, so needy of her. No one has ever needed her like that before him.  

“I love you.” she yelped with lump in her throat “God, I never thought…..” that overwhelming guilt made her shake.

“Hey, calm down, sweetness. I hate seeing you like this.”

“What can I do to make it better? Do you want breakfast?” She moved towards the edge of the bed, completely forgetting about being late and honestly, about the whole world. Her mind was set on mending her relationship “I can make breakfast…..”

“Come back here” he mumbled grabbing her hand and making her fall onto the bed “I couldn’t care less about eating right now. You still believe I need you to do. Drop that. I need you to be, all right? Just be with me. Both body and mind. Stop making that “to-do” lists.”

“All right….”

“Promise?’ he asked, moving onto the side to face her.

“Promise.”

@pinksirensong

[liaromancewriter]

Sweet Cravings

Premise: Sienna’s late-night cravings won’t leave her alone.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Sienna Trinh x Max Valentine (M!OC) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 785

A/N: Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge March, dialogue prompt "Is it too late to start over?"

She wanted a cookie, and it was just her luck they were all out.

Sienna Valentine placed her hands on her hips and scowled at the empty shelf in the kitchen pantry. Her brown eyes narrowed in concentration as if she could magically make the box of her favorite brand of cookies appear.

When that didn’t work, she growled in frustration. Literally. The sound resembled a lioness unhappy with her pride. Sienna wouldn’t have made the connection, but she’d just finished watching a documentary about lions on the Animal Channel.

Her pregnancy was far enough along that every little thing annoyed her, from feeling fat and ugly to swollen feet and a lingering ache at the small of her back she could never quite reach. Lately, their little bean had taken to somersaulting in the middle of the night, so sleep was a distant and fond memory.

If she didn’t love Max so much, she’d surely leave him for putting her in this position.

Deciding that nothing would do but make herself the damn cookies, Sienna reached inside the pantry for the baking supplies she always kept at hand. And then stopped when she saw the flour on the lower shelf.

Beetling her brows in frustration, she stared at the canister and then her protruding belly. Lately, bending down was an exercise in patience and rationalizing if the thing she dropped was really worth keeping. She meant to ask Max to move everything to the middle shelf, but it had slipped her mind.

Sienna started to ease herself down, just enough to grab the flour, but her stomach kept getting in the way. Maybe if she…nope, that wouldn’t do. Or she could…. No, that was clearly a bad idea, she thought as she felt a cramp in her thighs.

She huffed in annoyance and threw her hands up in the air, grumbling under her breath about the indignities of being pregnant. As if waddling and peeing every five minutes wasn’t bad enough, now she couldn’t even fill a late-night craving without becoming a contortionist.

“What are you doing?”

She held back a yelp, barely, as she turned around to see Max leaning against the kitchen entrance. Dressed in a tee shirt and sleep pants, messy hair stuck up in spikes, he yawned and rubbed sleep from his eyes.

“Iwantcookiesbutwe’realloutandIcan’tgrabtheflourtobakesomebecausesomeidiotputitonthebottomshelfandmybackhurts,” she whined, the words rushing out in a long, breathless sentence.

She must have surprised him, for his eyes went wide, and he tripped over his feet as he straightened from the wall.

“Why do you need cookies at,” he glanced at the clock on the wall, “two-thirty in the morning?”

“I’m pregnant,” she said in a steely tone, implying he’d better be smart enough not to argue.

Max clearly wasn’t that smart.

“And?”

“And your son won’t let me sleep, and I’m hungry! Any other questions you want to ask the pissed-off pregnant lady?” Sienna challenged, folding her arms under her breasts and raising her chin, eyes fired up.

"Is it too late to start over?" Max said in a conciliatory tone, holding up his hands for emphasis. “I’m sorry for being an idiot.”

He padded cautiously toward her, much like the lion in the documentary. When he was close enough, he reached for her hands and tugged her into his arms.

Sienna wanted to pull away, ride high on indignation, to resist his charms. She really did. But then he started massaging her lower back. And she melted into him, letting him take her weight, a sigh of relief escaping as his clever fingers eased the ache that had settled in the groove above her hips.

“Yes, just like that,” she moaned as his thumb pressed against a particularly stubborn spot.

“I’m pretty sure that’s what you said when I got us into his mess,” Max joked, and she couldn’t help but chuckle.

He was probably right, but she had long suspected that her impulsive seduction of him after a heated argument was the conception point.

“If you’re really craving cookies,” his breath brushed against her ear, “there’s a twenty-four-hour CVS on Dupont.”

Sienna lifted her head off his chest and gazed at him with puppy-dog eyes, smiling cajolingly.

He sighed. “Looks like I’m making a CVS run.”

“My hero!” Sienna gushed, stretching on her toes to kiss the underside of his jaw.

Later, Sienna bit into the gooey chocolate cookie and hummed in pleasure as the flavor exploded on her tongue. She glanced sideways at Max, who had dropped onto the couch and promptly closed his eyes.

She silently chortled. Being pregnant wasn’t so bad as long as she had a hot husband to massage her back and fetch her cookies on demand.

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[empresskadia]

I am honored that I got a meme for my submission, and that I got someone else to be as flustered as I was when I imagined the pinkie promise. But, it is time for Round 2! Hear me out:

Linda-058 loves having a competition at the firing range with her s/o. It doesn't particularly matter what weapon you use, but she's a sucker for the sniper rifle. If you can keep up with her and try firing from unorthodox positions, she will practically have hearts in her eyes. Once, you had hit a headshot on one of the targets from 150 meters from a somersault and she nearly told you she loved you right there.

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Kelly-087 loves to link her arm with her partner's. Being the fastest Spartan-II, she often forgets to slow down, relax, and just enjoy the little things so it kind of forces her to slow down and take it in. The first time you did this, it was in the park on the Infinity, and the way the light illuminated you and the way you looked at her made her fall in love all over again. Maybe slowing down every once in a while isn't the worst thing.

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Cal-141 is by far the most physically affectionate of all the Spartans. If she's not holding your hand then she's thinking about it, and her favorite way to sleep is with her head to your chest while she's hugging you. The sound of your heartbeat lulls her, and she feels safe with you enough to be vulnerable. And if you run your fingers through her hair? She's out like a light.

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Sarah Palmer is near-impossible to fluster. This woman was an ODST, and while she loves you in ways she can't put into words, she is immune to most of your attempts at flirtation. The one and only time you've successfully flustered her to the point she couldn't speak, you had simply asked if you could kiss her while addressing her by her rank. Something about "May I kiss you, Commander?" made her brain shut off.

The pinkie promise is the cutest thing ever. I feel like Naomi-010 would also be into it like Cal.

'Hear me out' is this blogs meme now because you know I will hear you out and love every minute of it and want more.

ROUND 2, you are spoiling me. This is my post-workout meal, thank you. [I was seriously responding to this at the gym, I couldn't wait.]

Linda and her partner go on shooting range dates, it's canon. And if you propose a sniper rifle for shooting that day to her as the chosen weapon, yes, she will marry you. During missions, the both of you will figure out who can make the most shots from unorthodox that Fred's like 'Why are we here? Those two will get this mission done before we blink.'

This for Kelly is seriously the cutest thing, especially if her partner does it to slow her down and enjoy things. Sometimes you have to live slowly and Kelly's never had to do that for herself or someone before, but watching her partner literally glow while calmly strolling, just clicks something in her mind.

Cal's partner is her safe space. You hold her hand after a mission and she knows everything is okay. She sometimes thinks of Maria-062 and how her sister-in-arms wanted to retire with a family one day and Cal starts thinking about just waking up every day together during retirement. Just having a soft morning with her partner keeps her spirits up for days.

This. This for Sarah. You are a genius and I'm fangirling at this thought. Just flirtatiously calling her Commander after this gets her almost everytime. Her cheeks will go a pale pink but that's the only reaction you will get from her now unless she's had a drink or two and then she sticks her tongue out at her partner. Roland has never let her live this down.